#moreid slash

[thisiscalmanditsdoctorreid]

I found myself writing writing slash fiction for the first time in probably 3+ years.

I can’t name a better slash pairing than Moreid!

[tevantarlos]

Full Moreid Fic Roundup

This list will contain all of the Moreid fics I’ve written so far: All to Myself Fear First Day of the Rest of Your Life Heart On Your Sleeve  I've Had My Eye On You Never Doubt My Love  Simplicity  Taboo Vacation

[cyn-00]

Moreid one shot, 18 - "from this moment on"

Season 3, episode 16 "Elephant's memory" (this is the one where the team have to catch a kid - Owen Savage - that's been killing his former bullies: Reid empathizes with him to the point of putting his life on the line when the kid approaches the police dept armed, to say goodbye to his girlfriend one last time. This is also the one where Reid tells Morgan about the bullying episode with the goal post)

This is basically how I imagine their love confession happened :)

Also, uhm, I have to address one last thing? I think I went a lil out of character with Derek in this one, because the fighting and the occasional sarcastic tone...Idk I feel like Derek Morgan wouldn't do that. I hope it doesn't bother you 👉👈 I needed them to be real mad to render the "getting together" how I wanted to. It was so fucking hard to write, putting together anger and love and trying to "transition" from the former to the latter not too abruptly, jesus why do I make my life so complicated- hope it was worth it

Read it on AO3

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Morgan was sitting at his desk in the bullpen. He already had his hoodie and leather jacket on: he had planned on finishing with the paperwork as fast as his reading and handwriting speed allowed him to, and then literally running home to take a shower, to wash off everything that case in Texas had stained him with.

To wash off the burden of knowing about probably one of Reid's deepest secrets. The guilt of not having managed to get through to him soon enough to predict that he was gonna go back to the local pd and wait for the unsub without the others knowing. The helplessness of seeing him put his life at stake to save the unsub from being shot - the unsub: a kid just like him, bullied and punished for not knowing how to be anything other than himself. The knot in his guts when he saw him inching closer and closer to the armed kid and couldn't run in front of him to stand as a shield. The aching in his heart at the thought that, even having witnessed all of it, he couldn't blame Reid for seeing himself in that kid and wanting to save him, like an instinct that he could not suppress even being fully aware that that would've meant playing kamikaze in front of the team - in front of him.

He wanted all of that to go away, to stream down the drain of his shower floor and disappear.

And the awareness that that couldn't happen, that it didn't work like that, was what was keeping him from being able to fill up all the paperwork quickly, instead staring at the same sheet for what seemed like hours and removing his gaze from it every 30 seconds to check on Hotch's office, where Reid was being lectured and scolded since the minute they got off the jet.

-

At the millionth glimpse up to that door, it opened.

Reid walked fast down the stairs and flew toward his desk with a hollow look on his face, lifting a wave of air as he brushed past Morgan's desk.

Morgan's eyes followed him and then moved back to the door where they were before, and where now was standing Hotch, watching Reid too from slightly above.

Hotch's and Morgan's eyes met and, much to the latter's relief, he nodded: Morgan didn't catch immediately what he was nodding at him for, then understood it was meant to be a "everything's fine, I didn't fire him" kinda thing. Which, luckily enough, hadn't even crossed his mind - there was a whole lot on that plate already.

He decided he had to talk to him, in the attempt to relieve some of Reid's concerns but also some of his own, hoping not to escalate into a fight - though, he was willing to take the risk.

-

"Reid."

The voice was familiar to Reid's ears, though the same couldn't be said for the tone of it.

He was almost done with packing his satchel, standing on his feet beside his desk in the hope that that would be enough of a hint for the others that he was heading out and had no time to talk or anything else of the sort.

But that voice - that voice, Reid could not ignore, and he found himself thinking that he should've rehearsed better to do so.

"What?" he simply said, not bothering to shift his look on Morgan, nor stopping the jittery motion of his hands, relying solely on muscle memory to put stuff inside the bag.

A warm and strong hand wrapped around his wrist like a cuff, forcefully stopping said motion. He finally moved his eyes toward the man, now standing in front of him.

Even having soothed down the uncontrollable trembling of his fingers, he glanced up at Morgan as to order to remove the grip; and so he did, gulping nervously.

"Can we talk for a sec?"

Reid tried to ignore the look on his face and shook his head dismissively, resuming the task he had interrupted a second before.

He felt his co-worker inching closer - too close for him to say no if he'd asked him again.

"Please, Spencer." Morgan whispered in his ear.

A shaky sigh escaped his nose when he heard his first name and the discomfort in Morgan's usually confident tone.

"Alright. What is it?" he crossed his arms on his chest.

"Not here." Derek looked around, searching for a private place as if he didn't know that there was no such thing at the bureau unless one had a proper office - and even then, everyone would peek and overhear conversations. Hotch knew something about that.

He nodded his chin up toward the conference room. Spencer didn't have the energy to protest and followed him.

-

"So?" he asked, attempting at an annoyed tone, once they were up inside the dark room - Morgan refused to turn the light on, letting the lamps from the bullpen outside shed some through the blinds.

"Close the door?"

"Seriously? Ok Morgan look, if- if I'm here for another lectur-"

"I can't do it with the door open Reid I'm- I'm sorry."

Reid softened a little at that. He wondered what he meant by "I can't do it". Do what? Anyway, he closed the door and tossed his bag on one of the chairs, figuring it was going to be long and tedious. Little did he know...

"And I don't wanna lecture you. Not as Hotch did, anyway. I'm here as a friend."

Spencer didn't bother retorting that.

Derek leaned against the round table and crossed his arms on his chest, looking down at his feet as if the floor was gonna throw at him the right words to say.

"You scared the fuck out of us." his voice came out anything but steady or threatening. "You scared the fuck out of ME." he specified.

Reid tried to hide as best as he could how his knees started to wobble. He shrugged, slipping his hands casually in the pockets of his pants. "What is that supposed to mean?"

-

Morgan wasn't sure if the "genius" was playing dumb all of a sudden or what. It seemed very much clear to him what that was supposed to mean. Phrased perfectly. You scared me. "Sorry about that" and a pat on his shoulder would've done the trick.

But since Reid clearly wasn't in the mood to make it easy on himself - or really, on either of them - Derek threw the whole "not escalating into a fight" concept out of the window.

"What do you think it means?" he stood straight and spread his arms in frustration. "What the HELL where you thinking out there? I just-"

"This sounds very much like a lecture already."

Derek lowered his voice. "I'm trying not to make it sound like one. But I'm also trying to make a point, Reid."

"Your point being?? That I shouldn't have jeopardized my life and the lives of others? That we are a team and if I understand something about the case before you guys I have to let you know?"

Morgan tried to take advantage of a pause Reid took to catch his breath, gaping in the attempt to say something. But was immediately cut off.

"Or is it maybe that I shouldn't walk up to an armed unsub without my vest and my gun??" Reid seemed to have finished, but just because his voice was getting thicker with rage.

Derek couldn't see his eyes clearly in the bad lighting of the room, but from how his brows were drawn together and his lips slightly parted, he took a guess tears were threatening to wet his cheeks from one second to another.

He didn't want to make him cry. He'd probably already done that a few times without anybody's help. But if that was Spencer's way of opening up to him, of letting go, of showing him that he trusted him not to tell the others about how he poured his fears out to him inside those four walls... then maybe Derek did want him to cry. If that was the only way to make the kid understand how much it affected him seeing him risk his life, how wrong it was for him to think he was alone in this.

"...all of the above, and you know that."

"Exactly! I do! Because Hotch just told me all of it and even if he hadn't, I knew it all already-"

"Then why?? Why did you do it anyway? Why did you do it if you're so smart that you had already figured how wrong it was?"

Reid scowled at that, and opened his mouth to say something, though he didn't really have the time.

"Do you take PLEASURE in all this??" Morgan snorted dryly, gesturing his hands around as if he was showing him what "all this" meant. "Are you enjoying it? Getting yelled at? Looking at me freak out??"

Spencer embraced his chest in his arms, like he wanted to make himself small. "It's not like I asked you to-"

"You did, though! You kinda DID ask for it, Reid! What, you thought we'd just sit around and watch you get almost killed and never talk about it?? You thought you could do something literally suicidal and get away with Hotch or me busting your ass or- or anybody really??"

"Morgan just- s- stop screaming at me, please." he murmured keeping his eyes down, voice cracking halfway.

The way those words came out of him and resonated in his eardrums, and the look on his face - Derek's stomach twisted at the thought of having scared him, yelled at him like he was just some kid who screwed up, like he was someone else and not Spencer. His kid. His pretty, pretty boy.

He realized how close he had got to him, unawarely prey to his own rage. He stepped back and ran a hand on his face. Reid looked so tiny, and helpless, and innocent, now that Morgan got a look of him as a whole, from a farther perspective.

-

" 'm sorry." he mumbled.

As Spencer's eyes finally moved away from the portion of floor in between his shoes, he saw that Derek had turned his back on him, hands resting on his hips.

He looked...hurt? But mostly ashamed, judging by how his eyes dropped down, hiding his face, like he didn't want Spencer to see him in that moment.

Spencer's heart collapsed down his stomach when he realized what Derek was ashamed of.

"Morgan you- you didn't... scare me or anything I'm- I'm fine I'm just saying, Hotch already barely contained his yelling, and I had my fair share of yelling, too, I just don't-" he had to take a breath, or else his brain would've burst. "I just don't want you to get angry at me, too. That's all. That's literally it."

A little too late for that, he thought to himself. But what he said, it was true: he wasn't scared of him - or, better: of course he was uncomfortable when people screamed at him, but it wasn't Derek specifically. He didn't wince, or flinch back when he scolded him. He didn't have a quarter of a doubt that Morgan wouldn't lay a single finger nail on him - on ANYONE, ever.

That's just not the type of man he was, despite his build, and how his eyes burned up when he was angry. He would occasionally punch a wall or two, but he would never dare to get mad like that at people. And, it seemed to Reid, that some people forgot it at times, or simply got the idea that he was a violent man, based purely on his muscles and the color of his skin. Reid wasn't one of those people. He knew Morgan felt emotions in a big way - big, blinding smiles, as well as big, laser-like glares - an authentic and raw way, when he allowed himself to: the good ones when he felt comfortable enough, the bad ones when he felt threatened. He knew how overwhelming it must be for external people, to see this strong man spurting out his equally strong feelings.

Spencer wasn't one of those people. He felt blessed to belong to that OTHER group of people, the one Derek allowed himself to show good and bad. And he wasn't scared, he admired him for feeling things in such a way.

Reid snapped out of his thoughts, hearing an unsettling silence that should've been long replaced by an answer from Morgan. He made a few steps toward him.

"Morgan are- are you ok?" he asked, his voice and his expression softer than before, carefully placing a hand on the other man's leather-coated shoulder.

-

Ok. Of course. At times Derek wondered if Spencer was actually that oblivious, or he just liked to make the gears in his brain work x10 times harder to find a way of making things more evident to him for fun.

He let out a cold chuckle. "Yeah." he shook his head and turned around to face him again. "of course, right? TOTALLY fine. Just saw one of the people I care most in this world throw himself in the arms of an unsub. But I'm fine, right?? How could I not."

The painful frown that appeared on Spencer's sweet face should've been enough for Derek not to be able to stay angry at him.

Reid looked down and took a step back, taking his hand off of him. Maybe it wasn't enough for Morgan's rage to quiet down, but it was sure as hell enough for a wave of tears to start burning his eyeballs.

"And how can you demand me to not be angry at you?" his voice was starting to fail him. "How- how am I supposed to do that??"

Reid shook his head vigorously. "I seriously do NOT understand. I swear to God I don't understand this whole thing you're pulling off on me right now." he tucked his hair behind his ears, not that it needed to be adjusted - it was rather out of being nervous and trying to compose himself.

An annoyed grimace wrinkled Morgan's features. "What is there to understa-"

"No- I'm talking now: you pull off this crap ALL the time, running into buildings on literal fire, chasing unsubs down alleys without waiting for us first, jumping from one roof top to another- how is that different? Is it cause you're a big guy and I'm weak? Is that ALWAYS the reason??"

"It's not nearly the same thing, Reid. And it doesn't have a single fucking thing to do with you being 'weak'." he stated, without hesitating to air-quote 'weak', damn sure that if he didn't, Spencer would snap again.

"Then, please, explain it to me. Explain to me why when you do that you're a hero, while when I do that I'm an irresponsibile teenager. Because, apparently so, all the IQ in my brain is of no use in figuring it out." he snarked, crossing his arms on his chest.

Morgan took a few deep breaths: Reid would be outraged enough by what he was about to say, the least he could do was control how he'd say it.

"Alright. When I do that, it's because there's no choice. I can't let the guy get away. What you did, though? You HAD a choice." he simply explained, seeing that Spencer's mind was already starting to acknowledge the difference. "and when I do it, it has nearly nothing to do with how much or how little a case gets to me."

Spencer snorted. "...I'm sorry for getting involved? And putting my ass on the line to save a kid? Is this what you wanna hear??"

"You're painting it like you did it more for him than for yourself." Morgan bit back. He knew that deep down Reid knew what he meant.

Derek was starting to contemplate only after dipping his toes in the topic, that maybe it wasn't his place to bring it up - but from how heavy the silence following his statement was, and how intensely the other's brows shot up together, he figured Hotch hadn't brought it up either. And someone had to do it, regardless of how painful the backfire would be: Derek could take it. He could take it, if it meant managing to untie at least a few knots in Spencer's brain.

"In what way exactly would I take advantage in something like that? You JUST said it, I literally threw myself in a life threatening situation because I didn't want another kid to die, not on my watch! How- how does that help me-"

"There you go." Derek asserted coldly, nodding his chin in Spencer's direction.

Spencer swallowed, but didn't continue.

"You didn't want to see another kid get killed in front of you. Especially when he reminds you so much of yourself. Ain't that right?"

Reid jerked his eyes away.

"And I get that. I do. But it's when you start snapping at everyone, and try to fix things on yourself, and approach an armed guy without protection, THAT'S when this type of 'getting involved' becomes dangerous." Morgan concluded. When no immediate response came from Reid, and he seemed to have calmed down, he made a step closer, and slowly attempted at placing a hand on his shoulder.

Maybe he didn't have to say it yet. Maybe he could get away with keeping it buried inside for a while longer. Maybe the risk of getting rejected could be dodged this time. But Spencer's face reflected the frantic movements happening inside his brain, and he looked like he was giving thoughtful consideration to something - Derek was afraid of what that "something" could be.

As soon as his hand reached Reid's bony shoulder, it was snatched away by an equally bony hand. And his eyes leveled with Morgan's again.

"Why does it matter?" Spencer ultimately asked.

"Wha-"

"Why does it matter what 'type' of involvement, as long as I save a life?"

"I JUST told you why it matters, Reid! It's not healthy that you'd wanna risk your life when you have a million other options!"

"So what?"

" 'So what' what?? We are a fucking team, Reid, our job is to avoid getting each other killed! We love you- I do, I love you, I don't want you to throw yourself in these situations if there's no need for it!"

Spencer's look softened, despite the screaming, when Derek mentioned the team, the fact that they were meant to protect each other - to love each other. Like he forgot it for a second there.

"And I get that! But- but what's the point- even if you explain it to me a thousand times, it doesn't make me feel any better knowing that the way I get in dangerous situations is 'unhealthy' whereas yours is unbiased. If you run into a fire to save a child because you have no choice, I still shit my pants, alright? Because- because of what you said, that we are a team, and we love each other, and I love you too-"

"Not like that, Reid!!" Morgan yelled louder than him, putting a stop to his flood of words.

-

Spencer didn't try to resume his ramble, instead, he stilled with lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, waiting for his brain to understand - it never took him so long. Except when it came to social cues, and feelings.

Morgan sighed heavily, shutting his eyes. "I- I don't mean it like that. Like a co-worker- not even as a friend." his voice was now barely audible.

Spencer's heart started pounding rapidly - and it was the only thing he could feel in that moment. His brain wasn't working, his thoughts were put on a time-out for a second. His body was in charge - and he wasn't used to it.

"I- I'm not following-"

Morgan ran a hand over his face. "I love you, Goddammit."

Derek took a step closer, and now Spencer could see a glossy layer coating his eyes, threatening to spill.

"I'm in love with you, Spencer." he murmured.

Their eyes were only a few inches apart, and still: Spencer couldn't manage to read through Derek's. He couldn't find in them the answers to all those questions - Why would he say something like that? Was it true? How long? How could Derek Morgan be in love with someone like him? Did he misunderstand what he said? How did he miss something like that?

He shook his head. "No. No that's not true, don't- don't say that." Spencer's eyelids burning with tears.

-

Morgan swallowed the lump in his throat, a hurt frown appeared on his face. Did Reid really believe he was lying, or was it some subtle, manipulative way of telling him he didn't love him back?

He nodded and repeated. "It is. It's true, I love yo-"

"Stop saying that." A tear trailed down Spencer's cheek, as he tilted his head and let his shoulders drop, like someone who's... tired. Someone who's had enough without even having received any. Someone who's completely unaware of how much they're giving by just existing in other people's orbits. Someone who's yet blind to how forceful a love like that feels like when it sweeps you over - incapable of feeling worthy of such love.

"You're only saying it because- because you saw me in a dangerous situation and- and you're confusing the fear of losing a co-worker with romantic love. We- we see it all the time, Morgan- it's not true, it's gonna go away, this is only your brain playing tricks on you." Spencer stuttered.

Morgan looked down at his trembling hands, as gravity forced the first of many tears to escape his eye. How could he not see it? Why couldn't he accept being loved?

"I- I don't know how to show it to you." he raised his gaze again. "tell me, kid. Tell me how I can make you understand."

A shuddering breath stopped halfway in his throat when Spencer leaned even closer, reaching a hand out to cup his cheek. Gentle, uplifting, soft hand soothing his thick skin; and a thumb stroking his chin, scattered with a couple-days-rough stubble dampened by the tears. He slightly tilted his head to sink into that touch.

Spencer stared deep into him for a while, and closed the distance between their faces. Derek simply shut his eyes, as the tip of the other's nose brushed up and down his, like he wanted to test the soil; Spencer's hot breath tickling his Cupid's bow.

His plump, bottom lip slightly parted from the upper one, and started stroking over Derek's closed mouth - he didn't wanna push, he didn't want to ruin it, he wanted to kiss him but at the same time he didn't, didn't want him to feel forced to do anything, didn't want Spencer to have to let his tongue into his mouth just because he'd feel unpolite if he didn't, didn't wanna give in to the best sensation he could think of knowing it'd be a one-way street-

"Kiss me." the words came out of Spencer's mouth in a humid, warm breath washing over Derek's.

And Derek didn't need to be told twice.

-

One, strong arm wrapped around Spencer's slim waist, and long fingers snaked up the back of his neck and through his hair, and everything about where and how Derek's limbs were positioned felt anything but foreign to him. Like his body was the place they were supposed to be all along.

And he couldn't help but curse himself, and let endless tears roll off of his cheeks at the thought that he didn't realize it sooner, that he could've been tied with Morgan in that way long before if only he'd listened, that maybe he wouldn't have had to squeeze his brain so hard to think of ways to make himself feel at least decent for all those years, maybe he wouldn't even have needed Dilaudid in the first place, maybe all his tears and his sweat and his blood could've been wiped away by those hands instead of his own, maybe if he were a normal person capable of seeing the clues thrown at him, the clues that confirmed that the feeling was mutual, the clues that would've eventually pushed him to say it long before - "I love you, Derek" was it so hard after all? - and maybe, maybe, maybe-

And then, lips. Lips pushed against his, putting a halt to the mental cursing, the self loathing, the regret.

A million times he'd imagined Morgan's lips on his, and his forehead, and his neck, and...and other places, and he would've never guessed how gentle they actually were, in reality, in three-dimension. He'd imagined them as forceful as his kicks were when he broke down doors. As crushing as his fists against the walls when he was frustrated. As piercing as the words he spat out to Buford's face. And they were, forceful, but in a different way. In this way that had nothing to do with violence, and physicality. Like, like he was trying to infuse him with all the love his big heart contained. Like he could tell him how much he loved him just by laying those lips on his - and Spencer would've struggled to believe it regardless.

And, tongue. As soon as the tip of Derek's tongue split its way in between his teeth, Spencer dropped his jaw, and pushed him as deep inside as he could, with his hands on the back of his warm neck. It was like the other's tongue was chasing for his, and so he met it halfway, pushing his forward, and the warm, wet contact made Derek whine shakily.

And it was getting messy, and slippery as their mouths mixed together, and his taste was burning hot, like coffee, but not the sweet, tooth-rotting one Spencer was used to drink: like bitter coffee, sharp, intense but cozy at the same time. And in the moment that taste started possessing every spot of his mouth, spread by the movements of both their tongues, swirling and exploring every bit of space available - in that moment he swore to God, if real coffee tasted like that, he'd give up all the sugar and cream in this world.

-

At a certain point, Morgan had to pull back, or else he'd have suffocated - not that he minded, drowning in Reid's velvet lips.

He pressed his forhead on Spencer's and brushed his fingers through his hair, swallowing that last bit of flavor he left in his mouth - sweet for all the damn sugar he shoved in his coffee, salty for the tears that managed to reach his tongue.

Reid's arms slowly dropped down his sides again, as he regained all the breath he'd lost, and tilted his head down like he was avoiding the other's eyes. Morgan frowned at the loss of contact.

"Hey" Derek whispered against his temple, though it didn't seem to work to catch his attention. Did he do something wrong? Was Spencer already regretting it? Did he push too far? He perfectly knew Reid had a "thing" with physical contact, but he trusted him to say it if he was doing anything that made him uncomfortable, right? Plus, he seemed to never have had a problem with Morgan touching him, hugging him...had he got it wrong all along? As those questions sneaked their way into Derek's brain, coming from a dark, hidden place Spencer's mouth had in some way momentarily rooted out of him, a sudden pain stabbed at the back of his throat.

"Pretty boy," That seemed to work. Spencer's gorgeous face leveled back up with his, giving him his signature puppy eyes. Derek's knees failed a little under his weight when he gently grabbed Spencer's jaw in one hand, and he seemed to be trying to contain a shy smile by biting the inside of his cheek. The questions were rooted out of his head once again.

"I need you to listen to me for a second here" he added softly, brushing his thumb on his chin. Spencer nodded.

He took a deep breath. "I know why you did what you did, and I'm- I'm sorry if it doesn't seem like I do because I snapped like that but..." Derek paused, cupping Spencer's face in both his hands to wipe away the half-dried tears with the sleeves of his hoodie, expecting fresh new ones to come at any moment. "...but I need you to understand that it freaked me out to see you like that cause it looked like you didn't know that we're here for you. That I'm here for you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah I know." Reid murmured, his bottom lip failing to keep steady. He slightly tilted his head to nuzzle into Morgan's warm palm, as his thumb caressed his cheek.

Derek's heart swelled like he never thought it could. The way Spencer was giving it all up and trusting him to be careful with his exposed nerves, was an overwhelming duty weighing upon his shoulders just as much as it was the hugest privilege he'd ever received. Even more so knowing how hard it was for the kid to share that part of him.

"Especially now, I need you to understand that when you put your life at risk like that- like it doesn't matter; it doesn't affect only you. It affects me, too. It always has, since day one, but especially from this moment on I need you to think of me- I need you to think that I'm out there watching you and that if you risk your life, you're risking mine too."

-

Spencer's pupils widened at that. He stared deep into Derek's eyes as if he could read his mind through them. "Especially now". "Especially from this moment on". He was trying so hard to find another meaning to those words, one that would imply less commitment, one that wouldn't literally equal Derek Morgan stating that he was his boyfriend now.

"I- I understand." Spencer stammered, wrapping his arms again around his waist. "I understand." he repeated after clearing his voice, as a sweet smile formed on his lips.

"Good." Derek placed a couple quick kisses on his chin and the corner of his lips, making his smile widen even more and his nose scrunch a little. "Cause I mean it."

They stared into each other for a while, and Derek's palm didn't stop stroking Spencer's cheek for a second, like he would die to carry his whole face in one hand if only he could.

Reid swallowed, trying to keep his gaze steady on him as his brain prompted at his lips to speak the words - tell him, tell him, he won't reject you, he loves you, he said it first, tell him-

"I love you too." he felt himself smiling while saying it. Wasn't so hard, now was it?

Derek chuckled a little. "Yeah, I figured that one, pretty boy."

Spencer dropped his gaze, trying to hide a little in the man's palm. There was another thing...

"and- and also, uh, Morgan ? I," a shuddering sigh followed. "I- I'm 10 months sober. From- from Dilaudid. 10 months."

Morgan's bright smile didn't falter but assumed a shade to it that Reid couldn't quite name. He squeezed his eyes shut to let out another set of tears, with such relief that left Spencer wondering if he'd been waiting to receive that news all along, or simply he wasn't expecting it. That reaction alone could've easily been enough to make him swoon at his very feet.

Derek collapsed into his hug, burying his face in Spencer's slim neck and probably soaking the collar of his shirt as he sobbed in a way that made his shoulders hitch at every breath - in a way Spencer had never seen him doing before.

Spencer ran a hand up and down the back of the other's neck to calm his cry down, until his breathing had evened out a little, unable to take that stupid smile off his face.

"Can you, uh, do me a favor though?" Derek's hoarse and muffled voice tickled his neck a little.

"Yeah?"

"...can you stop calling me Morgan now? Freaks me out a little..."

Reid let out a giggle, and squeezed him even tighter, tilting his head to lean his cheek on the other man's bald head, well aware that he would never feel nearly as supported by his skinny limbs as he felt in Morgan's strong arms. He tried anyway.

"Yeah. Yes, I can definitely stop doing that, Derek."

The feeling of the man's smile - his boyfriend 's smile against his skin, was enough to make Spencer swear to try and forget he even had a last name.

[otherbluefae]

Theirs was a love affair on which songs were based. Born in regions that were generational rivals yet with parents willing to look past it all for the greater good of the realm. It blossomed from a friendship which in time sparked a love that would change both of their lives.

The Seventh Kingdoms has many great romances. Herein lies the story of Ser Derrick Dayne, Sword of the Morning, and Lord Spencer Tyrell, heir to Highgarden.

I started randomly rewatching Criminal Minds recently and fell ass over tea kettle back into my old fandom stomping grounds of shipping the perfection that is Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid. The above fic is my contribution to the lack of (non-bummer) AUs in the fandom. Enjoy.

[readyourimgaines]

The Hands of a Doctor

Summary: A character study of Reid via his hands through Morgan’s eyes. 

Trigger Warnings: None

Piano-player hands. That’s how his mom would describe the doctor’s hands. But as far as Morgan knew, Reid didn’t play piano. Or any instrument. Just because the doctor didn’t play piano didn’t mean there weren’t uses for such talented hands. 

Morgan couldn’t help but watch Reid’s hands as he wrote. He’d never seen anyone else hold a pencil how he did. The pencil was a bit shorter now. The length of a pen now. His thumb rested under the green and yellow metal holding the heavily used errasser. The tip of the pencil was balanced between his middle and ring fingers. 

The hand he wasn’t holding the pencil with would occasionally reach up to tuck the strand of hair behind his left ear when it slid down in front of his eyes. The same hand would return to the bottom left corner of the page. 

Morgan looked away when Reid’s head shot up and he pushed the mass of his hair back, the pencil over his thumb and pinky but under his three fingers. The doctor tapped the spacebar on his keyboard before his eyes danced over the screen and he went back to the notes. 

*****

It wasn’t uncommon for Reid to get coffee for himself and whoever he was sent to do his part with. Reid and Morgan were sometimes sent to check out a victim’s home together. It was very rare Morgan was instructed to stay back with Reid to work on the victimology. It was usually JJ or Prentiss who stayed and helped the doctor. 

Yet, like JJ and Prentiss told Morgan, Reid strolled into the room where they’d be working with a folder under one arm, two to-go cups of coffee on top of eachother in the other hand. 

Reid’s left hand was stretched so he could walk without worrying about dropping either cup. The doctor stopped next to Morgan and slowly extended his hand. “Top one’s yours.” 

“Thanks, Pretty Boy.” Morgan carefully took the top cup, but Reid didn’t seem worried. His pinky and ring finger tightened around the bottom of the cup, the flesh under his weirdly short fingernails going white from the pressure. 

The doctor took a sip of his own coffee before placing it on the table and turning to the dry erase board.

“Reid?” Morgan watched the younger man uncap the Expo marker. The doctor hummed as he started on the map for his geographical profile. “Why are your nails so short, man?”

Reid shrugged and went back to the board. “I chew my nails. Nervous tic I picked up at 15. I never really give them the chance to get long enough to trim.”

“You ever wanna stop?” Morgan sat himself on the table, watching Reid work.

“It’s not hurting me,” Reid dismissed. “If it was, I’d redirect.”

Morgan wasn’t 100% sure what that meant- redirect. He figured it was something to do with the Autistic stims Reid felt he had to mask that Hotch told him about. But Hotch wasn’t the only one who put the pieces together and did their homework.

*****

The odd little sculptures- if one could call them that- was another thing. Morgan couldn’t stop himself from watching Reid make them. The young doctor would sit in the back, quietly, during their group debates and make odd figures with whatever was laying around. If he didn’t have anything in his pockets, then he’d play with his handcuffs. 

Playing with his handcuffs was something Hotch tried talking to Spencer about. “They’re to help us apprehend an unsub, not reverse engineer.” That talk happened after the second time Spencer locked his left wrist in the cuff. 

The first time, he tried picking it without drawing attention to himself. After three minutes of pretending not to notice, Morgan unlocked the cuff and patted the heavily blushing doctor twice on the head without a word.

But the sculptures Reid made… He’d give them- randomly- to members of the team. Garcia had two in her collection of happiness reminders. Hotch had three in various places around his office. JJ had two, Elle had one or two, Gideon had two or three. Morgan himself four: two on his desk, and the other two were in his apartment. 

*****

Reid holding a gun was something of a foreign concept and one Morgan had mixed feelings about. The older SSA knew Reid could use one. Everyone in the BAU knew that. They’d seen how deadly the doctor’s aim was when it needed to be. First with Dowd, then again with Hankle. 

Reid was careful: he held the pistol with steady hands, and his hands were unwavering as they took aim. Even with the pain (mental and physical) of being kicked by Hotch as he yelled; even with the pain of beatings and drugs in his veins, Reid’s aim was deadly. 

But that was Dr. Spencer Reid. One person- one kid- being so different while being the same person. Author and essayist; coffee guzzling, Autistic, and superstitious, profiler, sculptor, and doctor.

**********

@chaoticgremlinwholikescheese​ @stxrryspencer​ @the-need-for-reid-speed​ @prettyboy-reid​ @reidecorating​

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: The Mouths of Babes by coffeebuddha

Rec: The Mouths of Babes by coffeebuddha

Title: The Mouths of Babes Author: coffeebuddha Canon: Criminal Minds Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid Rating: Teen [PG] Word Count: 3,374 Summary: Derek’s a little in love with Reid’s mouth. Okay, he’s completely in love with it. He wants to marry it and whisper sweet nothings to it and (more…)

[zackreid]

Like for Spencer/Hotch, reblog for Spencer/Morgan

[spencers-renaissance]

The fact that so many of these scenes are with Spencer 🥰

Happy!Morgan

[sunwarmed-ash]

"I love writing well developed, slow building, plot heavy fics but I only have the creativity and attention span for one-shots," a poem by me

[tommy-fics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid Characters: Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Aaron Hotchner, Diana Reid, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid Additional Tags: Fluff, Get Together, Friends to Lovers, Snippets, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Original Character(s), Jealous Morgan Summary:

Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid are really into each other - it just takes them a while to notice.

 Or, I binge-watched 3 seasons of Criminal Minds and this is what happened.

[jakeonao3]

I'm here for you

moreid, 1k words, complete

"I'm pansexual" he yelled, and the team looked at him with bright smiles. or: Derek never calls Spencer by his first name and maybe it's because Derek is in love with Spencer.

tags under the cut

Additional Tags: Coming Out, LGBTQIA+, Pansexual Spencer Reid, Bisexual Derek Morgan, Bisexual Emily Prentiss, Straight Jennifer Jareau, Feelings Realization, Garcia knows, ALL OF IT, First Kiss, Fluff, One Shot, Getting Together, Pre-Slash, beta read on 29/08/2023

[spencers-renaissance]

Fic Rec Thursday

Hi! So I thought that this week I would do something a little different, and I'm recommending some of my old, classic faves that I might have rec'd before, but deserve all the extra love <3

6 Fics

🍯come as you are by @thesunlightmuse - 2.7k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Autistic Spencer Reid, Established Relationship, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Love Confessions, Cuddling & Snuggling, Crying, Protective Derek Morgan, Protective Team, Hurt/Comfort, Ableism, Virgin Spencer Reid

A local cop makes Spencer doubt his and Derek’s relationship. Derek is determined to show his boyfriend that he has nothing to fear.

💄you're beautiful just the way you are by foreverobsessed - 2.8k, 1ch, Gen & Ethan/Spencer Reid, Boys in Skirts, Bisexual Spencer Reid, Insecurities, Young Spencer Reid, Panic Attacks, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Pre-Slash Moreid, Time Skips, Outed, Smut

The first time Spencer wears a skirt he’s sixteen years old and tipsy.

❤️‍🩹conflicted looks good on you by never_bloom_again - 4.8k, 1ch, Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid, Coming Out, Insecure Spencer Reid, Insecure Luke Alvez, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Team as Family

luke isn't so sure about being a secret anymore. all he wants is to love and be loved, publicly. spencer likes the way things are. they are private, and special, and perfect.

🍷Haunted by imbethwhittaker - 3k, 1ch, Emily Prentiss/Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

Someone from Y/N’s past comes back and she doesn’t know how to handle it. When Emily comes home, she finds her girlfriend blind drunk.

🥂I can't believe you got arrested! by Junipers_Writing - 1.3k, 1ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid & Jennifer Jareau/Emily Prentiss, Girls and Spencer Nights Out, Drinking, Fluff, Humour, Established Relationship, Aaron Hotchner is TIRED

My take on the 'Hey I got arrested, come save me? Please?' prompt, and a side of the gay to go with it!

💜i'm always tired but never of you by @iamrenstark - 2.2k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Hurt Spencer Reid, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad Derek, Established Relationship, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Derek Morgan Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Men Crying, Gunshot Wounds, Blood and Injury, Worried Derek Morgan

When Spencer figured it out, he was stepping out of the elevator on the bottom floor of Quantico, and he went to tell Derek he loved him like he did every day, but he froze up, because he was afraid he wouldn't hear it back. (Or, Spencer thinks his boyfriend is falling out of love with him.)

one moreid smut fic, my recent ralvez fic, and taglist under the cut!

A Cheeky Smut Fic

👀Observation to Application by @ssa-noa @tobias-hankel @makaylajadewrites - 5.2k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Smut, Crack, Sexual Humour, Miscommunication, Getting Together

Or the one where Reid gets a dildo stuck up his ass and calls Morgan for help and romantic fucking ensues.

My Recent Fic

🐝Don't Ask, Don't Tell - 3k, 1ch, Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid, Relationship Reveal, Coming Out, Exhaustion, Protective Derek Morgan, Protective Luke Alvez, Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, Military Homophobia, Guns, AU: Diff. First Meeting, Established Relationship, Veteran Luke Alvez, POV Outsider

When Derek goes to check on Spencer after he doesn't show up for work one morning, the last thing he expects to find is a furious soldier pointing a gun at him, and his best friend sleeping peacefully on said soldier's chest. It's not your average Monday.

taglist: @criminalmindsvibez @suburban--gothic @takeyourleap-of-faith @negativefouriq @makaylajadewrites @iamrenstark @livrere-blue @hotchseyebrows @reidology @spencerspecifics @bau-gremlin @ @marsjareau @hotchscotchh @oliverbrnch @physics-magic @sbeno22 @im-autistic @anxious-enby @kuolonsyoja @reidreids @ropoto @thosecriminalminds @cmily @lesbiantodds (add yourself to my taglist!!)

[tevantarlos]

Femslash & Slash Fics

Looking to strike your Femslash Fancy, or hoping to satisfy your Slashy Side? Look no further, I've got a list for you. Femslash: Avalance Clexa Palex Sanvers Spashley Tillow Wayhaught Slash: Britin Buddie Darco Drewick Kangs Mackson Malex Moreid Queliot Seblaine

[cyn-00]

fluff 28 - “Can I stay here tonight?” pretty pls 🥺

Old but gold am I right? Anyway, I was pondering that maybe I could make this into a pre-slash/pining kinda thing instead of established relationship because 1) it probably fits better, and 2) simply to change once in a while! Hope you don't mind, nonnie 💘

Prompt list (requests currently closed)

Read it on AO3

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"NO way. Reid, seriously? No way you watch this stuff for fun, come on!" Emily interrupted the quiet, talking over some archeologist rattling on about Pompeii on the TV.

Both Penelope and Derek burst in a laugh they seemed to have been holding for the past 20 minutes.

"It's extremely interesting and educational! You guys don't understand..." the genius pouted, burrowing further into the backrest of one of Morgan's armchairs and bringing his knees to his chest as if defending himself from potential physical attack of some sort - which was always an option with Emily Prentiss in a ray of 20 ft from him.

"Alright, I'll give you 'educational', I don't know about 'interesting' though, kid." Morgan gave his opinion with a hint of good-hearted pity wrinkling his features, once he had regained breath from the laugh.

Reid glared at him, but Garcia exploded in a second squealing fit of giggles before he could retort in any way.

"Oh Boy Genius, please don't ever change." she said with teary eyes.

Spencer nibbed his inner-cheek and tried to keep his eyes to the documentary, for some reason feeling like if he looked back at his friends he would spot at least one of them analyzing the blush crawling up his neck.

-

Another 20 minutes and half a bowl of popcorn later, Emily again intruded the silence.

"Alright, my friends," she exhaled, glimpsing at her wristwatch. "I should probably get home before I fall asleep on this very couch." she concluded, specifically sparing Reid a fond glance.

"Right, Penny?" Prentiss asked, turning her head to their almost dozing co-worker beside her.

"Mmh Emily Prentiss you always come up with great ideas." the other woman mumbled, lifting her head from where it had fell back on the cushion. "No offense to you OR your documentaries of course, dear Doctor Handsome." she winked.

'Doctor Handsome' chuckled, shrugging. "None taken."

In the meantime, Emily had strolled to the coat hanger to grab both her and Penelope's jacket.

"Did I hear 'Doctor Handsome'? Hah! Now that's new isn't it?" she mocked, making her way back to the living room.

Garcia snorted. "It's just a more FBI friendly way to say...how- how is it that you call him, Der-Der?"

Morgan's brows shot up as an amused smirk curved his lips. "Pretty boy? That what you're referring to?"

"Yes!" she snapped her fingers. "Yes, that's the one. It's the same thing, basically."

"Same 'vibe'." Prentiss shot Morgan a teasing grin, air-quoting the word.

Even having silently witnessed all of that with wide eyes and burning cheeks - thank God the lights were low - Reid couldn't help but laugh at the woman's remark.

"Woah! Pretty boy, whose side are you on now??"

That didn't but make the volume of Penelope's cackling increase, drawing everyone's attention away from Spencer's ridiculously embarrassed facial expression.

"Ok you two, out of my sight or I call Clooney to kick you out!" the older man joked, standing to his feet and pointing toward the front door.

His female friends delivered a series of laughing Ok, alright, calm down! before effectively exiting the house.

-

Derek came back to the living room, now gone completely silent from shortage of bickering and background talking of the TV.

"You gonna stick around a while longer, kid?" he asked gently, leaning with his shoulder against a wall cross-armed after having stared at the back of Reid's curly head for a minute - the only possible view that specific spot in the room supplied.

The genius - until then visibly lost in that big brain of his - put his feet back on the ground and turned around slightly to look at the man.

"Uhm, y-yeah..." he confirmed; although an unconvinced frown brought his eyebrows together.

Derek stood straight and dropped his arms to walk back to the couch.

"Reid...you don't have to stay if you're tired, I was just asking." he reassured as he sat down, wearing the softest expression he could - though it wasn't that hard of a task when talking to the quirky genius.

"No, I, I know! Of course that's- that's kind of the point..." the other trailed off, gazing down at his socks.

His explanation did little to nothing to clear Derek's mind. As a matter of fact, it probably messed it up even more - and it must have shown on his face.

"I mean that," Spencer cleared his throat. "I actually meant to ask...can I- m-may I stay here tonight? Maybe?"

Ah. So that's what that was about.

The other man grinned, cocking his head to one side. "Yeah, kid, sure you can stay. You know you don't have to ask."

The sweet smile on Reid's face was nothing short of priceless.

"But, can I ask...why?"

Spencer gaped helplessly for a second.

"Is it 'cause you came here with the metro? You don't feel like taking it so late?"

"Oh, well...that didn't even cross my mind..." the younger man's pupils explored every inch of floor beneath his feet. "but anyway no, that's not the reason. It's that, ah..."

Derek saw him struggling. He leaned forward and reached a hand out to raise the man's chin; an unsaid What is it, then? printed on his face.

"I'm just, having trouble sleeping lately." Spencer confessed in a murmur.

The worry in Morgan's expression was washed away, not by the fact that Reid was - probably - having nightmares, rather by the realization that his dear friend was comfortable telling him such.

"Ok. No problem." he said, raising to his feet once again.

"You can have the couch or the guest room. Or even my bed, I'll sleep on the floor." Derek added non-committally while walking toward the closet at the end of the hallway to fetch some blankets.

"Oh! N- no- the couch is fine. Absolutely fine." the other stuttered, hurrying to refuse the kind offer.

Derek smiled warmly as he came back into the room carrying several folded cotton items.

"Yeah, I know you have a preference for sleeping on couches."

The genius stood up and stepped closer to take the stuff Morgan was handing him, eyeing down at it intently.

"That's true." he admitted, nodding shyly.

And if Derek didn't mention how flushed the boy's cheeks were when he saw one of his t-shirts sitting atop the heap of blankets, it was only because if he had, his face would've probably catched fire for real.

[tobias-hankel]

Maze’s Masterlist

As requested, this is my masterlist for my fics, drabbles and headcanons 🖤

Drabbles

╪ Home: Rating G, Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Spencer finds a home in Hotch. 

Prompt: Fluff #5 - “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” with Hotchreid/Heid for 700 follower drabble.

Word Count: 875

╪ Our Shirt: Rating G, Emily Prentiss/Penelope Garcia

Summary: Emily and Penelope try hiding their relationship from the team, that is until a shirt outs them. 

Prompt: Fluff #1 - “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” with Penemily for 700 follower drabble.

Word Count: 797

╪ Clowning Around: Rated G, Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan or just friends. Up to you.

Summary: The BAU team going to the carnival. 

Prompt: Fluff #45 - “Take my hand. Just trust me.” with Spencer for 700 follower drabble.

Word Count: 857

╪ I Can’t Lose You: Rating T, Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner

AO3 Link

Summary: The team find out about Hotch and Spencer dating after the first time Hotch couldn’t keep his professionalism.  

Prompt: General #23 - “Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” with Hotchreid/Heid for 700 follower drabble.

Word Count: 1697

╪ Sunday: Rating T,  Pairing: None

Extended version on AO3

Summary: Spencer likes to tell people he doesn’t remember much about his childhood, but the problem is that he remembers all of it.

Trigger warnings: Childhood sexual assault, sexual abuse, hints of rape, incest. 

Word Count: 550 

╪ Never Fade, Never Forget: Rating G, Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner

AO3 Link

Summary: Spencer has temporary memory loss. 

Prompt: Whump Bingo Card ask-  “Memory loss Hotch/Reid - would love to see Reid dealing with temporary memory loss”

Word Count: 1651

╪ Nothing is Waking Them: Rating T, Spencer Reid x GN!reader

Summary: You find yourself trapped in your unmoving body, silently hoping your love Spencer Reid will find and help you.

Prompt: Whump Bingo Card ask-  "spencer reid x reader with the “nothing is waking them” like reader being horribly injured and just a whole lot of angst on spencer’s side.”

Word Count: 1234

╪ Born Evil Ask: Rating T,  Pairing: None

Summary: People are born either good or bad and there was no chancing that fate, Spencer disagrees. He refuses to give into his nature

Prompt: Anon Ask - Consider: born evil Spencer who tries so hard to be good.

Word Count: 666 

╪ Spencer Whip Scars drabble for fan art by artcake: Rating T, Pairing Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan

Summary: Derek finds out about the whip scars Spencer has on his back from his father. 

Trigger warnings: past child abuse, scars

Word Count: 750

╪ Remember Me: Rating T, Pairing: Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Based off 05x01, Faceless, Nameless. Spencer is worried all day about Hotch not being at work just to find out that Hotch is going to have to go into Witness Protection. Hotch is worried about something else.

Prompt: @rigatonireid’s Fic Challenge, “say you’ll remember me”

Word Count: 1092

╪ Send One, Get Five drabbles - #maze 5 sentence prompt

Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five, except I always do more then five. Ranging in ships, ratings, and word counts. I am always open to these prompts requests. 

╪ Spencer’s Truth to Emily: Rating T, Pairing: None.

Summary/Prompt: Spencer actually does tell Emily about his drug problem and let’s her help him with it.

Trigger warnings: drugs mentioned, withdrawal 

╪ Hotch’s Guilt Ask: Rating T, Pairing: None. 

Summary/Prompt: Hotch finds Spencer over dosed in the bathroom and from there realize the gravity of the situation he let slip by. His guilty makes him over invested in Reid's recovery from there on.

Trigger warnings: drug use, overdose

Headcanons

╪ General Criminal Minds 

╪ Drunk BAU Team

╪ Happy Spencer Reid

╪ Sad Spencer Reid

╪ More Sad Spencer Reid

╪ College Spencer

╪ Ethan/Spencer Reid 

╪ More Ethan/Spencer Reid

╪ Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

╪ More Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

╪ Moreid/Hotchreid 

╪ Pinning/Pre-slash Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

╪ Sad Spencer Childhood

╪ Flirting Aaron Hotcher/Spencer Reid 

╪ Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid adopt

╪ Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid suffering homophobia

╪ Teenage Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid tiktok (part 1, part 2)

╪ Canon proof that William Reid abused Spencer

Criminal Minds fanfics from AO3 

╪ Revelations Revealed: [Completed] Rated E, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid and Past Stephen Gideon/Spencer Reid

╪  Good Boys Don't Cry: [Completed] Rated E,  Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

╪ Will It Ever Be Okay?: [Completed] Rated E, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

╪  Does No One Notice or Does No One Care?: [One-shot] Rated T, The BAU Team & Spencer Reid 

╪  Pretty Stranger: [One-shot] Smut, Rated E, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

╪ Awkward Silence: [One-shot] Smut, Rated E, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

╪  BAU Group Text: [Completed] Rated M, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

╪  On the Third Date: [One-shot] Smut, Rated E, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

╪  Firsts: [One-shot] Smut, Rated E, Ethan(from New Orleans)/Spencer Reid

╪  No One Cared: [One-shot] Rated T, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

╪ Who Owns Spencer Reid: [WIP] Rated E, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid and Spencer Reid/Original Male Character(s)

╪ Occupational Hazard: [WIP] Rated E, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

╪ Believe Me: [One-shot] Rated E, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

╪ Observation to Application (with finitegray, MakaylaJade): [One-shot] Smut, Rated E, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

╪ Natural Submissive: [One-shot] Smut, Rated E, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

╪ I Consent: [One-shot] Rated E, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

╪ Happy Halloween, Reid.: [One-shot] Rated E, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

╪ Without telling you: [One-shot] Rated T, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

╪ Can't Hurt to Try: [One-shot] Smut, Rated E, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

╪ No Boys Allowed: [One-shot] Rated: G, The BAU Team & Spencer Reid

╪ Selling Yourself Short: [WIP] Smut, Rated E, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

🖤🖤🖤

[alloverthegaf]

any good hurt/comfort reid fanfics??

These are a few I have saved. I included emotional hurt and sick/migraine/withdrawal fics that involve him being taken care of. And I would have loved to have added more Gen fics but I just haven’t found many!

A Consensus Theory of Truth by NorthernStar - Moreid - warnings for vague descriptions of sexual assault, and dealing with the aftermath. Also a warning that this fic is abandoned, but it’s too good not to put on the list

And Dream of Sheep by evilertwin - Moreid

Bandaged and Bruised by iamwrite - Moreid

Burnout by radiboyn - Moreid Friendship

Come in from the Wilderness by shinealightonme - Pre-slash Moreid

Coping Methods by frith_in_thorns - Moreid Friendship

Facade by frith_in_thorns - Gen

From One to Eternity by EllaStorm - Moreid

If you were church, I’d get on my knees by buckybunnyteeth - Ralvez

intermission by moreids - Moreid

Longing for Sunset by Welfycat - Moreid Friendship

Overly Involved by Glitter_Lisp - Moreid

remember this by epsiloneridani - Moreid Friendship - this one always makes me cry in a therapeutic sort of way

Work to Do by nikkipenguin - Moreid

you don’t have to say i love you by chocobos - Moreid

I will also mention the author Baileys, because they have a lot of fics that are very indulgent, Reid hurt/comfort wise, and very focused on the team as a family! But it comes with a warning that their writing does tend to infantilise Reid, which personally I do find harder to read than I used to.