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Revenge - a MoReid tickle fanfic

This is a short fic I wrote for my wonderful boyfriend who showed me his niche little tumblr coven and I took it upon myself to become the tickle fandom Jesus

I am not actually a part of the tickle community but I know you lot are out there so this is for all you hiding in the cracks in the walls

This is also the very first ticfic I wrote and I have got others in my vault that are much better so if you like this I will post more!

Word count: 906

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Genre: Fluff, Tickle

Enjoy!

"Alright you got me, I'm calling it. You won pretty boy." Derek sighed in defeat, "Just know, I will get you back at some point. I wont tell you when but I will." He threatened with a smile. Spencer grinned proudly from across the jet.

"I told you not to wage a prank war against an MIT graduate, you cant blame me for you not listening." He replied smugly.

"Uh huh, whatever, keep that attitude up and you'll be sleeping on the couch." Derek grumbled sarcastically. Their playful bickering was cut off when Hotch told them that Strauss had called for a debrief once they landed. The anticipation only lasted a further half hour before the jet was back in the gate and the team was sat around the circle table, Strauss at the head looking extremely unimpressed.

"I can't believe I have to call you up on this topic again, Aaron you told me you had this all under control but evidently you don't, so I have no choice but to step in." This was the start of a very long, very tedious lecture about collateral costs and misplaced loyalty. Derek could feel his eyes growing heavy as she blabbed on and on about things he frankly couldn't care less to change. He was jolted abruptly awake at the feeling of a sharp kick to his left shin. With a frown, he turned to look at the source and met eyes with the mischievous puppy eyes of his lover and instantly knew the game he was starting. He gave a warning look, met with an increasingly mischievous (badly concealed) smirk. He then felt another kick.

This time he retaliated, lightly kicking Spencer's foot with a very slight smile. He watched him attempt to conceal a snicker, kicking at him again. Derek tried to catch his foot in a lock, however this only made their game more difficult. And more noticeable. Looking away from the captivating smile beside him, he locked eyes with the stern glare Hotch was firing him. He quickly attempted to stop the game, though still failed so he snuck his hands under the table, laying a hand on his lovers thigh to silently still him.

Thankfully this was successful and allowed him to tune back into Strauss' rambling right as she was wrapping up her lecture. Relief washed over him as everyone stood up, hurrying out of the conference room before anyone else and throwing his arm around Spencer's shoulders at the first opportunity.

"You're lucky you're cute, but that does mean you're making dinner." He smiled as his lover groaned. Upon arriving home, Derek pulled Spencer into a much needed hug. They stayed in each others arms (Spencer enjoying his lover's muscles greatly) for a short while before he felt Derek's hands slip under the hem of his shirt, sliding up his waist. He felt his face grow slightly warm and buried himself further in the hug. However in a split second, he tried to break out of it, his large hands had dug into his sides, right in the place he was most ticklish. And Derek knew it.

His smiles turned to a smug grin as he locked the laughing, wriggling man in his grip, continuing his attack with no remorse. The sound of Spencer's uncontrollable laughing and protests brought a warmth through his chest and allowed his smile to reach his eyes. He then scooped him up and carried him to the couch, dropping him carefully down before beginning the assault all over again.

"This is payback for the prank war, your genius can't win against me, gorgeous." He taunted as he continued. Spencer's replies were punctuated with laughter and small yelps;

"This isn't fair! You're cheating! Derek!" He cried, though not once telling him to stop. Derek began laughing alongside his lover, the sounds of his mind so carefree in this moment was something he wanted to prolong for as long as he could. Prodding, jabbing and dragging his fingers over every inch of his torso, the sound of his laughter like music to his ears. His uncontainable smile never failed to make him fall for him all over again.

Spencer couldn't stop smiling and laughing at the feeling of Derek's hands tickling him in all the places he knew would get him the most. He could barely catch his breath he was laughing so hard, his mind was almost entirely empty of any thought outside of how much fun he was having with his beloved. He even tried to escape a few times only to be caught again and pulled back into the onslaught of affection, even paired with some kisses to the sensitive spots on his neck.

Eventually, Spencer's laughter started to change and his wriggling slowed. It didn't take long for Derek to notice he was simply getting tired, all the wriggling and laughing had worn him out.

"Okay okay! Truce! I won't prank you again!" He cried, trying to catch his hands. Derek reluctantly held his hands up in a surrender.

"Alright, you gotta promise though, I don't trust your sneaky genius brain." He joked and helped him sit upright before sitting beside him.

"Alright fine, I promise." He smiled, fixing his clothes.

"Seal it, it doesn't count if you don't seal it." He pushed, wrapping an arm around him. Spencer scoffed lightly before leaning up and sealing the promise with a soft kiss.

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no for REAL

Moreid stans got SLIGHTED

“I just er.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Good, because I mean it:” THEN SAY IT

[glowingspence]

Tying memories

Summary: Hotch and Spencer are half-brothers. Hotch has a hard time with having Spencer on his team.

Prompt: AU

Warnings: Past Child Abuse

A/N: This was written for the Aaron Hotchner appreciation week. You can find other submissions under @hotchappreciationweek . Thank you for creating this, I love participating in this.

(Ao3 link will follow soon)

“Be careful!” Hotch exclaims when Derek knocks Spencer over while training with him.

“Hotch man, this ain’t gonna work. You have to leave.” Morgan points out and helps Spencer up from the floor, “I get you are his big brother but you asked me to train with him and I am not gonna hurt him but you have to trust me.”

“Is that okay?” He asks Spencer skeptical, “Is it okay if I go upstairs? Derek can call me any time.”

“Sure.” Spencer just shrugs.

“Okay” Nervously Hotch looks at Derek, he doesn’t like this. He doesn’t like this at all. “Please be careful.”

“I will.”

“Tell him if he makes you uncomfortable.” Hotch looks at Spencer with a scolding expression who just nods while rocking back and forth on his feet, “I will be out of your hair then.”

When Gideon had started talking about the genius he met, the kid that would perfectly fit into their team, the man that caught him so off guard, he hadn’t expected to stand in front of his step brother a few months later for a job interview.

They grew up in the same house, at least for some years until his father had enough of Spencer and sent him to live with his sick mother shortly before Hotch moved to college.

He had seen the kid whenever he could but with Spencer moving from college to college and with Hotch being caught up in his job, he eventually maybe once a month picked up the phone to make sure he has everything he needs, sending him money when he has his first job as a lawyer.

So when Spencer stood in front of him, it had been a blessing and nightmare all in one that he seems to not be able to escape because while he loves having him around the house and in his team, whenever he sees him in the field, he feels like he is going to be sick.

He knows he isn’t the small boy anymore that he rocked to sleep or the kid he tried to feed when all he did was scream from the top of his lungs but with every gruesome picture he hands him, with every time they board the jet to fly to a city where a serial killer is on the loose, he feels like wrapping him in bubble wrap and shielding him from everything bad in the world, just like he did when his father was drunk and he hid him under his bed.

“How is the training going?” Gideon questions when he meets Hotch in the kitchen.

“I was kicked out. I couldn’t watch it.”

“Aaron-” He starts and places his mug down, “You gotta give him some space.”

“I am giving him plenty of space.”

“You have to trust him.”

“You dragged a nineteen year old to the FBI, only because he is older now doesn’t mean I will forget that.”

“It was his decision.”

“I don’t care.” In the beginning everyone thought this would end after a few weeks of Spencer being in the academy and for a while it actually got better but the moment Spencer joined the team, Hotch went back to the beginning, making Gideons life a living hell for planting the thought into Spencer’s head, that this is a good idea and by now even he thinks Hotch will maybe not come around.

“When will Spencer be home?” Haley asks while cooking dinner, “Should I cook his dinner already?”

“He is out with Morgan.” Hotch tells her.

“That’s a good thing isn’t it? You were so worried about him not getting along with the rest of the team.” Haley reminds him. “And Agent Morgan is a great guy, he will have an eye on him.”

“They are at a bar, Spencer hates bars.” Hotch points out and checks his phone again.

“He needs to learn to voice when he doesn’t want something on his own, I can’t imagine Derek forcing him to go there.”

“But Spencer doesn’t say anything, alright?” He snaps, “He is probably sitting there and feeling horrible, I will pick him up.”

“Don’t” Haley hurries after him, grabbing his arm, “Let him have some peace.”

“He can have peace in this house.”

“Aaron-” Haley tries again but Hotch rips his arm away, grabbing his jacket and aims for the door, “He is not a little boy anymore!” She yells, “Spencer has grown up, he is a man with his own life. I get that you are scared for him and I can’t even imagine what you two have been through but you need help, this is not okay.”

“You are right, you have no idea, so please, stay out of this.” Right when he grabs the doorknob Haley speaks up again.

“If you keep controlling him like this, he will leave. He loves you, he loves you so much but he got through life for many years without you and he will continue if he has to.” She starts, “He is comfortable here because it’s you and me and he obviously needs some help with things but he didn’t have that for most of his youth, so what makes you think, that when he even gets the slightest feeling, that you could turn into his father, that he won’t pack up his things and leave?”

“I am not my father.”

“Exactly, but you are, right now, controlling every aspect of his life, you work with him, you live with him and now that he wants to do something on his own, you try to be there too.” She tells him, “I know you don’t do this to hurt him, but you have to give him some space or your intentions won’t matter.”

“I just want to protect him.” He whispers, a tear running down his face as he grips the jacket in his hands with strength.

“Oh honey, I know.” She walks over to him and pulls him into a hug, “You two are not in any danger anymore.”

Spencer comes home in the late evening, more than slightly drunk stumbling through the door to see Hotch standing there with crossed arms, looking at him with an amused expression while Spencer tries getting out of his shoes until he pleadingly looks up to his older brother, “Sit down.” With a chuckle Hotch crouches down in front of him and starts loosening the shoelaces on his converse, “How much did you have?”

“A few cocktails and there was a group of girls giving out shoots to us.”

“What are a few exactly?”

“Four cocktails and five shoots.”

“Kid-” Hotch wants to lecture him, that he can not drink that much if he never drank before but bites his tongue, “Did you have fun?”

“A lot. Derek and I talked a lot.”

“You like him?” Hotch questions.

“A lot.” Hesitant Spencer moves his finger over the fabric of Hotch’s sweater, “Maybe a lot to much?”

“You mean romantically?” 

“Don’t be mad!” Spencer immediately yells and pulls his hand back, rocking back and forth on the floor, “I am sorry, I am sorry.”

As he starts sobbing, Hotch closes him into his arms, muffling the noise when the younger man presses his face against him, “I am not mad, I would never be mad at you for something like this.”

“I am sorry I am into guys. I know you don't like that I spend so much time alone with Derek.” He brings out and Hotch hugs him even tighter, “Please don’t hate me.”

“You can love whoever you want, I don’t care.” Hotch stammers out, “You will always be my little brother okay? I could never hate you. I love you so so much.”

“I am sorry, I am sorry.” Spencer keeps bringing out between sobs while Hotch holds him, rocking them back and forth while the words from Haley really sink in, because while Hotch maybe can protect him from anything else, he can’t from the memories they already have and maybe it’s time to at least in some moments, let Spencer go again because in the end, he will always be the person he will come back to, as long as he doesn’t messes this up. Again. 

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Thoughts on Willfer and Hotchley?

Hotchgan or Moreid?

I like Willfer, I think they're cute and I love Will's accent even if I can't understand some of it without the subtitles.

Hotchley, I really really love. And (this is not directed at you in any way) I really dislike the way a lot of people seem to think you have to choose "sides" because I can like Hotch and still think Haley wanting a divorce was reasonable. She married him presumably during/after college when he was a prosecutor, not FBI, and then being head of a unit is definitely a step up from just working for the bureau. They're really cute in the earlier seasons though and I like to think about their relationship for any childhood/teenage headcanons or fics of Hotch. Also the cheating thing was really hastily crammed in there and I think it's a stupid plot point, if you can even call it that.

Hotchgan 100%

Moreid is admittedly the Reid ship I can put up with the most but I'm not that interested in him so it's not my first choice of ship.

Hotch and Morgan though, I love them.

Thanks for giving me an excuse to have a slight little rant about Hotchley!

[madddddy]

✨GAY✨

MOREID | SEASON 1

[spencermyangel]

I just tested pos for Covid :(

Could you write one of spence testing pos but Morgan negative (moreid - live together) so Morgan goes all mama bear on him?

Thank you for the request and I hope you feel better soon 💕

Morgan looked down at his boyfriend Spencer, he listened to his breathing, making sure there was no wheezing. Yesterday Spencer hadn’t been feeling great and tested positive for covid and Morgan immediately started to worry. He knew his boyfriend was young and healthy and would most likely be okay, but he couldn’t help but worry. Spencer seemed to be a trouble magnet at times, so Morgan thought he had a right to worry.

Morgan softly pet his curls as Spencer’s eyes blinked open.

“Hey,” Morgan whispered.

Spencer smiled, “hey,”

“How are you feeling?” Morgan asked, feeling his head.

“I’m just a little tired, and I have a cough,” Spencer told him, “I wish you wouldn’t worry so much. You do this every time I’m sick,”

Morgan let out a small laugh “I can’t help it. You’re my world,”

Spencer blushed “you're too nice to me,”

“No I'm not. You deserve to be treated like an angel. You feel kind of warm though, I’m going to take your temperature,” Morgan said, going to grab the thermometer.

Morgan returned and took Spencer’s temperature and confirmed he had a slight fever.

“Do you need anything?” Morgan asked.

“Yeah, Could you get me a book, and I’m kind of hungry,” Spencer responded.

Morgan nodded, giving Spencer’s forehead a kiss, grabbing him a book and leaving to cook him some soup. A little while later Morgan returned with a bowl of soup.

“It’s chicken noodle,” Morgan stated, placing the soup on the side table.

“Thank you so much,” Spencer, took a small sip of the soup as Morgan got in bed with him and started to cuddle him.

“You know,” Spencer began, “if you are all over me, you’re probably going to get sick too,”

“Well, where do you expect me to go, besides I’ve been around you all the time. I’m probably going to get sick anyway,” Morgan stated.

Spencer sighed but cuddled closer to Morgan “I love you,”

Morgan smiled, his eyes full of love “I love you too, pretty boy. Do you want to watch a movie?”

Spencer nodded and Morgan put on a movie, almost immediately Spencer fell asleep.

A week later Spencer was feeling better, but Morgan insisted on babying him for almost 2 weeks.

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Request: Moreid chubby Spencer with him gaining weight recovering after being shot in the neck?

Morgan nervously watched as his curly haired boyfriend laid down on their bed and wrapped a fluffy brown blanket around himself. Spencer's head fell against the pillow, his eyes closed in exhaustion. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Morgan worried, “you’re not in any pain?” 

“I’m fine,” Spencer assured him, patting the bed next to him, “come cuddle me?”

Morgan smiled and laid beside his boyfriend, turning to give his forehead a kiss, “I’m sorry. I was just so scared I was going to lose you,” he whispered, running his fingers through Spencer’s soft brown hair. 

“But you didn’t. I’m right here,” Spencer comforted him, entwining their hands. 

Morgan gazed into Spencer’s honey eyes, he didn’t know what he would have done if he never got to see them light up with happiness, with that childlike spark in them. “Just let me hold you close,” Morgan mumbled into Spencer’s curls. Morgan gripped Spencer so tightly but still managing to be gentle, he would never hurt his delicate boyfriend. 

“I’m not allowed to go back to work for two months, not even just in the office,” Spencer whined into Morgan’s chest, “I’m going to be so bored.” 

Morgan chuckled, “You just focus on getting better, and I’m sure you can find something to do.”

~

On the first day Spencer was alone, as Morgan was at work, he tried to stay busy. He read books, watched star trek, played chess, and he even did the neck exercises his doctor told him to do. 

Spencer sighed, he was so bored. He glanced around the room trying to find something to do when he spotted a pink book sitting on a shelf. He walked over and picked it up, seeing it was the cookbook Garcia had given him last christmas. He had never gotten around to using it, maybe this was the perfect opportunity. 

Spencer opened it up to a page on shortbread cookies, deciding he would give these a try. He made his way to the kitchen, set the book on the counter and began preparing the ingredients. When the cookies were done he put them on a rack to cool, the recipe made a lot. Spencer was excited to share them with Morgan when he got home. But as the day dragged on Spencer kept grabbing cookies, to distract him. 

By the time Morgan would be on his way home, all the cookies were gone. Spencer blushed, feeling very greedy, but promised himself it was just a one time thing. 

It wasn’t. The pattern continued, everyday Morgan was at work Spencer would bake and then eat whatever he made before Morgan got home. Morgan was oblivious to Spencer’s new found hobby, and Spencer was oblivious to the slight pudge forming on his stomach. 

It was when Morgan got back from a week-long case when he first noticed something. He walked through the door and called out for Spencer.

“Morgan!” Spencer hurried over with a smile on his face and hugged him. 

Morgan held Spencer in his arms, “I’ve missed you pretty boy.” he said as he squeezed him. 

“I’ve missed you too,” Spencer responded, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “you must be tired,” he said, grabbing Morgan’s hand and leading him towards the bedroom. Morgan followed, his eyes glazing over Reid’s body. As Spencer turned the corner, Morgan thought his eyes were playing tricks on him as he spotted Spencer’s shirt shift and cling to a pudgy belly. But that didn’t make sense, he thought, Spencer didn’t have a pudgy tummy. 

“You know,” Morgan suddenly said, “I would actually love to have a bath with you.” Morgan pulled Spencer to him and stroked his face with his hand. 

“Oh! Ok, let me get it ready.” 

“No, let me do it,” Morgan insisted, walking towards the bathroom, turning the tub on, filling it with bubbles and putting Spencer’s rubber duck in. When they had first moved in together Spencer was embarrassed when Morgan saw the rubber duck, but Morgan assured him he thought it was adorable. Spencer had explained it brought him comfort and was a good thing to stim with when in the bath. 

When the tub was filled, Morgan undressed and got in, “Spencer come on!” he called out. Spencer entered the bathroom with two bath towels, placing them on the hook and then also undressed. Morgan studied his body as he did so, he was surprised to find it wasn’t his imagination or a trick of the lights. Spencer was definitely softer, his thighs were thicker and his stomach had rounded out and pushed out over his waistline. Even his cheeks were softer. 

Morgan smiled, Spencer looked good soft, “come on in, Spence.” Spencer joined him in the warm water and Morgan pulled him close, giving him a kiss.

~

Over the next few weeks, Morgan paid attention to Spencer’s growing body. He was starting to get actually chubby now and Morgan wondered if Spencer would bring it up or if he even noticed he’d gained weight. He got his answer one evening when he was watching a hockey game on tv.

“Morgan?” Spencer approached him, “I think my clothes shrunk in the wash. All my clothes are tight.” 

Morgan eyed Spencer, he was wearing a set of pyjamas that were small on him, the buttons on the top straining against his tubby belly. Spencer had a soft chest and arms but he seemed to store most of his weight in his thighs, bum, and stomach. He had only been wearing comfy clothes lately, but apparently he was even getting too big for those. Morgan bit his lip considering what to say, he couldn’t just tell him, ‘oh no, you just gained weight.’ that would hurt Spencer’s feelings. 

“Um, I think it looks fine on you,” he finally stammered out. 

“Are you sure?” Spencer questioned, a doubtful look on his face.

“Positive.”

~

It all came to a head the day Spencer was supposed to go back to work, he pulled out some pants, a shirt and a sweater vest to wear. He started on the shirt, it felt tight on his arms and chest. But when he tried to close the button over his stomach, it wouldn’t reach. He sucked in as far as he could, managing to close the remaining buttons, but when he breathed out his stomach pooched forward and the buttons popped open. 

Spencer’s eyes widened in horror and he looked down, for the first time registering how round his stomach was. He rushed over to the mirror and studied himself. He had round cheeks and a little double chin. His eyes trailed down to his stomach, it protruded, overflowing over his pyjama bottoms. He took it into his hands and jiggled it, lip quivering when he realised how doughy it was. 

Morgan was on his way to the bedroom to tell Spencer to hurry up, but as he approached he heard quiet sniffles. He slowly peered into the room, seeing Spencer standing in front of the mirror, pinching at his tummy. Morgan’s heart broke when he saw tears streaming down Spencer’s face. 

“Spence?” he whispered, gently approaching. 

Spencer jumped at his voice and hurriedly moved to cover his stomach as best he could. 

“Morgan! I was uh just getting ready,” Spencer stuttered out, quickly throwing on a large sweater that used to be baggy on him but now clung to his curves. He tried to subtly wipe the tears from his eyes. 

“Pretty boy, what’s wrong?” Morgan asked softly, as he took Spencer’s hands in his. 

Spencer’s shoulders slumped and he hung his head, letting out a sob, “I’m not pretty.” 

“What! Of course you are,” Morgan reassured him, rubbing his side. 

Spencer flinched away, “don’t touch me there,” he murmured, “I’m not pretty. I’m fat now, I didn’t even notice,” he cried, harshly pinching his stomach. 

Morgan’s eyes hardened, “Don’t hurt my boyfriends beautiful body,” he demanded, pulling Spencer’s hands away from his stomach. “Listen, Spencer. You are stunning, and you always have been. Do you honestly think I won’t find you attractive anymore because you’ve gained a little weight?”

“It’s more than a little,” Spencer huffed, crossing his arms over his plush chest. 

“Maybe it is, so what? You’re healthy, and beautiful, and here. You’re mine, and I love you. No matter how much you weigh,” Morgan assured him, bringing Spencer into his arms and rubbing his hands all over his soft body. 

Spencer blinked back tears and gave Morgan a doubtful look, “but-”

“But, what?” Morgan interrupted, “I love you Spencer, and I love your body. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

“Okay,” Spencer repeated, resting his head against Morgan. 

If anyone wants to send me chubby Louis Tomlinson or chubby Spencer Reid concepts or ideas you can. The only thing I don’t want is anything with full on s3x and outright f33derism. Any ship is fine as well.

Also feel free to ask me questions as long as they are respectful

[derekluvbot]

73 moreid for that prompt list you rbed yesterday!!

a/n: hi love, thank you for all the request. i am slowly making my way through them.

prompt: "we're not just friends, and you know that"

wordcount: 372

warnings: slight angst, hurt/comfort, mostly just fluff though

Derek shrugged off his leather jacket, and collapsed back on to the bed without undressing. The case had been draining for everyone. It took longer than anyone wanted, there were too many casualties. They had eventually caught their unsub, but it didn't really feel like a victory.

Derek hears the door to his hotel room open not long after he had laid down. He hears the quiet footsteps shuffle in the room and start to get ready for bed. The movements suddenly stop and he feels the bed dip beside him. He sits up to find his roomate sitting beside him, with his hands in his head.

"Hey." It's quiet, and testing. Like he's afraid to spook the younger man.

No answer.

"Come one kid, talk to me. Please."

Spencer finally looks up to meet his eyes. They bleed the bone deep exhaustion that he's feeling.

"Derek, I'm ok. I'm just tired. It's been a long day."

Derek shakes his head. "Nope. Not buying it. You don't have to talk about it, but we both know you're not ok. None of us are. Not after any of that."

Spencer gives him a tired smile that makes his heart stutter a litte. "You know, no one asked you to be so perceptive."

"It's my job, sweet heart", Derek smiles back, the pet name falling from his lips naturally. The smile is half hearted, and his face drops. "What do you need?"

Now it's Spencer's turn to shake his head. "Nothing Derek. You've already done enough. You're always--" he yawns, "--always helping. You're too good of a friend to me."

Maybe it's the sleep exhaustion. Or maybe it's the sleepy way Spencer is staring back at him. But Derek doesn't even think before correcting him.

"We're not just friends, and you know that"

Belatenly Derek realizes what he's said, but he doesn't get a chance to regret it. Spencer's looking at him with the softest expression. He reaches over slowly and takes the older profiler's hands in his, and Derek knows that it's gonna be alright.

"I think, I want to go to bed."

Derek nods. "That sounds good."

"Derek?"

"Yeah?"

"Hold me?"

Derek chuffs out a laugh. "Yeah baby, I can do that."

--

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Eggnog and Ginger Spiced Lips

I wrote something for the 12 Days of Moreid challenge but I couldn't finish it until now (literally three sentences and minimal editing while drunk aha).

Anyways here's Christmas Moreid, my first Christmas fic (I think?

12 days of Moreid - Confession & first kiss (between the two, not ever). Bonus! There was only one bed (schemed)

Words: 1,666

Rating: General (kisses and flirting)

CW alcohol mention

The team had finished their case, but it was late enough that they were going to stay another night in the motel. Reid was trying not to show his excitement at the idea - he and Morgan had been sharing a room with twin beds in it, and he was addicted to the strange tension that made it feel like they might actually do something.

Nevermind that they’d shared many a room and Spencer always felt this same way about it, and there was nothing to indicate that this time may be different. He was still thrumming with anticipation, just like always.

He didn’t care much for the Christmas spirit that had permeated the very atmosphere. The time of year meant he had to stress about what gifts to get and awkwardly accept gifts from everyone else.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t like the decorations and gatherings.

Soft lights guided guests up the stairs of the motel, and green wreaths with fake snow on them adorned most every door. He’d had his fair share of brandied eggnog, and was slightly tipsy for it.

He and Morgan had been the last ones to leave the common area provided for those in the motel, and he walked slowly back to their room. His eyes seemed to catch on every ornament, and Morgan held the same pace patiently.

Reid decided in the next moment that the mistletoe he saw on the ceiling above he and Morgan was his favourite decoration thus far. With confidence lent by the alcohol in the eggnog, Reid stopped walking, a hand on Morgan’s arm stopping the other man as well.

“Derek, how closely do you follow Christmas traditions?”

“Ah, pretty closely? I mean, I have a tree and give presents. Why’s that, pretty boy?”

In lieu of answering, Reid just lifted his head to look at the mistletoe, and Morgan followed suit. He laughed then, brow raised as he looked back at Reid.

“Yeah, I normally like this one.” He stepped closer to Reid, crowding the younger man in a delightful way. “What about you?”

Reid was nervous, but too excited to let the opportunity pass by. Especially since Morgan seemed so receptive, and Reid had started it. His hand, still on Morgan’s arm, pulled the man before him closer still.

“I won’t stop you from keeping up traditions, at least.” They were grinning when their lips met, so the kiss was a bit more clumsy than Reid had planned on. All the same, it felt electric. He took a step back, pulling Morgan with him as he turned to put his back to the wall. Morgan hummed, hands settling on Reid’s waist when he realised how Reid was moving.

Their movements became less clumsy as they settled into each other, the kiss less a joke beneath the mistletoe and more an exploration of one another. Reid could taste the eggnog on Derek’s lips, and the slight hint of ginger from the biscuits Garcia had brought. His hands started to slide up Morgan’s chest so he could wrap his arms around the other man’s shoulders, but a door opening around the corner and voices getting closer pulled them from the moment.

Derek stared at Reid for a moment, his eyes searching and unsure now that they were distracted. Or rather, no longer distracted by one another. Before Reid could say anything, Morgan gave Reid’s waist a small squeeze before speaking softly.

“Come on, Reid. If Prentiss finds us like this she’ll be insufferable.” Morgan’s smile eased Reid’s nerves, and he followed Morgan without complaint to their room.

He didn’t know how to act now that they were in their own space. Morgan had left for a shower, and Reid was twiddling his thumbs and sitting at the end of his bed. Morgan hadn’t acted different behind closed doors, and he couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not.

He could feel more of the same tension he always did, like words on the tip of one’s tongue waiting to be spoken.

“Shower’s free, pretty boy.” He chucked a clean towel at Reid, grinning when the younger fumbled to catch it. Reid went to speak, but seeing Morgan without a shirt always stole his words, so he nodded after a long pause and left the room in a rush.

Each minute he lingered in the bathroom and away from Morgan, Reid calmed down more. So he took his time, unsure of if the kiss would change anything or not. Starting to think about it again though, he touched his fingers to his lips.

Being able to feel, smell, and taste Morgan all at once had been quite a lot, and it was amazing. He’d been thinking and dreaming about it for years. Initially, it was simple interest in Morgan being attractive. But over the years of them knowing each other, it had grew and grew in Reid’s chest to a persistent and deep affection that he kept under tight wraps.

But with the alcohol loosening his control over his impulses, and the warm light making everything seem like a hazy dream, he couldn’t resist the excuse the mistletoe provided to finally feel Morgan’s lips on his own. He shook his head as if to shake the thoughts of Morgan from it, then finally stepped out.

The oversized shirt and long pants were more modest than Morgan’s track pants as pajamas, but he rather liked that Morgan was comfortable enough to walk around their room like that. He liked it best when Morgan would catch his gaze and grin, holding his arms out sometimes as if to say ‘like what you see, hot stuff?’, before going back to whatever he was doing at the time.

It also served to add to Reid’s confusion about how Morgan felt. The man had to have noticed by now how often Reid’s eyes were on him. How often it had to be obvious that Reid wanted more than just his eyes on Morgan.

Reid laid down on his own bed, looking over at Morgan as the other man scrolled through his phone. After a minute, Morgan noticed and turned to Reid.

“What, you want some?” Reid almost choked before Morgan held up a water bottle he’d had beside him; Reid hadn’t even noticed it.

“Uh, yeah. Yes please.” He caught it when Morgan threw it, the other man smiling wide. “See? You are getting better. Soon enough I’ll have you playing baseball.”

“You won’t have me playing anything.”

“Oh, I’ll have you.” Reid’s lips parted in surprise when Morgan ended the sentence maybe a few words short, and he blinked a few times before fumbling with the cap of the bottle.

“As you can see, I’m a bit too uncoordinated still.”

“Yeah, don’t go spilling that water. We don’t have another mattress for you in here.” Reid’s wet his lips, his tongue peeking out for it while he looked from his mattress to Morgan’s, then back again.

“Yeah, bummer huh?” He looked back up to Morgan, that searching look once more in the man’s eyes that shot wide open when Reid tilted his hand and poured the bottle out onto his bed.

“Reid, what the hell?” Reid screwed the cap back on the bottle then sat up, shrugging.

“Well, I seem to have spilled it on my bed. Pity we don’t have another mattress, so can I sleep on yours instead?”

Morgan kept looking between the now wet sheets and Reid’s mischievously curved lips, then spread his arms and legs to take up as much space as he could.

“What do I get out of it?” Reid got up, taking slow steps to Morgan’s bed. He stopped at the edge of it, fingers tracing over the sheets as he shrugged again.

“I dunno,” Reid met Morgan’s eyes, tone low and inviting. “What do you want out of it?”

Morgan’s jaw dropped in surprise, and he moved to make room for Reid on the bed.

“Didn’t know you had it in you to be like this, Reid. You’re more teasing than Garcia, but don’t tell her that.”

“I’m hoping to get further than Garcia, so I’d hope so.” Morgan sucked in a breath, setting his phone down on the nightstand before turning to lay on his side and face Reid as Reid laid down beside him. His comments were flirtatious in a way that Morgan would have expected if he had thought about it beforehand - they were matter of fact and honest, but still playful.

“How do you know what Garcia and I have done?”

“Well why don’t you show me what you’ve done? Use me to demonstrate.” Morgan’s smile was wide enough to crinkle his eyes, and the flirty feeling in Reid’s chest melted away to be replaced with an incredible fondness comfortable in its familiarity.

“I’m loving this side of you, Reid, but I don’t want to do much of anything yet.” Reid could feel that he was pouting, and he couldn’t stop it before Morgan noticed it.

“Well, I can’t really go back to my bed. I didn’t have a backup plan.”

“No no no, sweet thing. You can stay right here.” To emphasise his point, Morgan moved close enough to throw an arm over Reid, the two close enough for their noses to almost touch.

“But I’d really like a repeat of what happened with the mistletoe.” Morgan laughed, pressing a small kiss to Reid’s lips before responding.

“I don’t want you to make any decisions on a drunk mind, Reid. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“I won’t regret anything, though.” Reid wheedled, shifting closer to Morgan. He moved his fingers over Morgan’s shoulder, watching goosebumps break out in a trail after his fingertips. Morgan hummed, kissing Reid’s forehead.

“Nice as that is to hear, I’d like to play it safe with you. But this is nice, right?”

Reid conceded, though spending the night sleeping in Morgan's arms felt better than conceding should.

_-_

Living for Reid's maintained eye-contact while pouring the water on the bed like a fucking CAT. Was so pleased with myself when I thought of it.

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Bad Liar

Moreid (Spencer x Derek)

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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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The Kids Aren’t Alright | Chapter 3

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Chapter Summary - JJ and Spencer both fight against feelings they wish would go away. Meanwhile, Luke starts to spiral.

Pairing - Spencer Reid x BAU Team / later chapters include Moreid, Temily and Ralvez.

Category - mystery | coming of age | fluff | angst | smut

Content Warnings - pining JJ, more mean kids, slight self deprecating thoughts, smoking, mention of weed.

WC - 3.5k

Chapter 3 - Dreaming With a Broken Heart

When you’re dreaming with a broken heart,

The waking up is the hardest part.

You roll out of bed and down on your knees,

And for a moment, you can hardly breathe. 

Once upon a time the BAU’s photography program was one of the shining glories of the camp. They’d had state of the art Canon digital cameras for each camper in a group, even a few analog cameras and an impressive darkroom where they kids were shown the dying art of developing film. Nowadays, the program left a lot to be desired. 

The darkrooms had been demolished and analog cameras gotten rid of. Over time they’d been left with fewer and fewer digital ones and now only three remained. Trying to get a group of twenty teenagers excited to share three cameras was a hard task for Jennifer Jareau. She’d been excited her first summer here, two years ago, when they’d at least had enough cameras for half of the group. She’d always enjoyed art and getting to spend her summer roaming the outdoors teaching the teens how to compose photographs was a lot of fun. She used to have them make scrapbooks of their works to take home to their parents but the camp printers went the way of most of the cameras and now their images were destined to be deleted once the kids went home. It was sad really, without anything to show for it the kids didn’t care about the art form anymore. They’d be able to edit their images in Penelope’s computer class later, crowded around one device while the bubbly blonde tried to get excited over menial photoshop tutorials when last summer she’d been teaching the campers all about VPNs and firewalls. 

Mostly JJ would spend the day watching the kids argue over the cameras or sit twiddling their thumbs whilst waiting their turn. Today she’d taken them down past the lake to the dirt track tucked away on the other side of the trees where another group or twenty kids fought over two ATV’s to ride. She perched on a large rock just at the edge of the clearing, far enough away that her group weren’t going to get mowed down by the all-terrain vehicles and the boisterous kids riding them. She tried her best to stay away from this particular area of the camp because she didn’t want to be seen as some kind of stalker. 

Usually she had her groups photograph the kids in boats on the lake or Matt’s wall climbing activities, sometimes even sports games. Anything to keep herself away from the object of her desire. But after seeing her so pally with Alvez this morning, JJ couldn’t stay away. She told herself the speed in which the ATV’s flew around the track was a great opportunity to teach the teens about shutter speeds and ISOs, but that wasn’t the full story. 

The truth was JJ had been enamoured by Emily Prentiss from the first time she met her two summers ago. Emily was two years JJ’s senior and had shown the younger girl the ropes so to speak. That first summer the two girls had been inseparable, spending every moment of their free time together. JJ had never felt this way about someone before, least of all a girl. But Emily was magnetic, confident and beautiful and she made butterflies form in JJ’s stomach. Over the course of the summer, JJ had fallen head over heels. 

But the following summer had been different. Some new counsellors joined the staff, one of whom was Tara Lewis. Tara and Emily were the same age and bonded instantly, leaving JJ out in the cold. Since then things had never been the same between JJ and Emily. They still talked but it wasn’t the way it used to be. They didn’t sit up at night talking and giggling by the lake, they didn’t share lingering glances across the campfire. JJ had spent a whole year building up the relationship in her head, desperate to see Emily again and maybe even confess her feelings but she never had the chance. And this summer Tara was back again and things were just the same as last year. So instead of watching her group or even watching the kids on the ATV’s, she was watching the beautiful instructor. 

Emily’s long hair was tied back from her face, her bangs sticking to her forehead slightly due to the heat. The sleeves of her top were rolled up to her elbows and her jeans were tucked into the calf high boots she had to wear for the purposes of demonstrating how the vehicles worked. She held her helmet under her arm, cushioned against her hip and she didn’t take her eyes off of the two kids on the ATV’s skidding around the dirt track. And JJ didn’t take her eyes off of Emily. She was so tunnel visioned on the other girl she didn’t notice one of the teens approaching until a shadow was cast over her face. She glanced up to see the lanky figure of one of the boys hovering over her with a camera. 

“Just wanted to know what you thought of these.” Riley Jenkins smiled sweetly at JJ as she pushed herself up off of the rock. 

He was only seventeen and already had at least a foot in height on JJ. He was a good kid from what she’d seen, friendly and kind, unlike a lot of other boys his age. She took the camera from him and looked at the digital display. She clicked through a few photos until she found one that captured her attention. It was a shot of one of the ATV’s as it was airborne, only a foot off the ground but he’d clearly listened to what she’d told them about the shutter speeds to be able to take such a shot and have it be so clear. But it was what was in the background that caught JJ’s eye.

Emily Prentiss profile was bathed in sunlight, the slight sheen of sweat on her brow glistening. Her lip was upturned at the corner as she smiled at the two kids on their ATV’s. JJ thought she looked like a goddess, an angel fallen to earth. Her heart clenched in her chest, wanting to look at nothing but this photo for the rest of her life.

“Wow, good job Jenkins. These are really great.” She forced her eyes off of the display and onto the boy next to her. 

He smiled brightly, slightly bashfully, as he took the camera back off of her. 

“Thank you.” He blushed a little. 

“Teachers pet much, Jenkins?” Someone scoffed and JJ turned to them with a frown. 

“Firstly Hernandez, I’m not a teacher.” JJ scowled at the trouble maker. “And secondly, I’d like to see you do better.”

JJ motioned for Riley to hand the camera over to Hernandez who rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets. 

“Not interested. Sorry.” He turned his back on JJ and Riley and shuffled over to a group of his cohorts. 

Riley hung his head in embarrassment, holding the camera limply. JJ was going to comfort him, she told herself that anyway, but she felt a set of eyes on her. When she looked up, Emily was smiling at her from a distance and JJ forgot her own name, let alone Riley next to her. She awkwardly waved in the older girl's direction, feeling her cheeks flush pink as she did so. Emily waved back before she was turning back to her own group of teens. 

JJ chewed on her lip, making sure to catalogue the interaction in her head like she did every interaction with Emily, no matter how small. And just like that, Riley was a long forgotten memory. 

***

After showering the lake water off of himself and fishing out a dry uniform, Spencer headed back out of his cabin, hair still slightly damp. He quickly locked the door behind him and when he turned, there was someone waiting for him at the bottom of the steps. 

Luke stood sheepishly on the path, hugging Spencer’s chemistry book tightly to his chest. 

“You uh…forgot this.” He seemed to give it a squeeze before holding it out in his hand. 

Spencer slowly descended the stairs and took the book from him with a small smile. 

“Thanks.” 

“No problem.” Luke shrugged. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I can swim, I just…I can swim.” 

“You sure about that?” Spencer raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I can kinda swim. I’m ok but I’m not going to win any medals if you know what I mean? I can keep my head above water but I’m not so sure I’d be able to keep two heads above water. Strauss never even asked when she offered me the job so I figured it wasn’t that important. The sailing part I’m good at. Not so much the swimming.” His cheeks flushed red and he chewed on his bottom lip in embarrassment. 

“Let’s just hope no one else drowns before I get back from speaking to Hotch. Try to keep them all alive until I get back, yeah?” Spencer sent him a playful smirk which Luke couldn’t help but return. 

“I’ll try my best.” He nodded with a small chuckle. 

Spencer felt his heart soar at the sound coming from Luke’s lips. This boy was doing things to Spencer he’d never experienced. And he wanted more of it, so much more. But that could never happen, Spencer was not allowing himself to succumb to those kinds of thoughts so he quickly shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it. Luke was hot, he just wanted to sleep with him, nothing more. Never anything more. 

“I should uh…go find Hotch.” He averted his gaze, not trusting himself to look at Luke for too long. 

“Yeah sure. I’ll see you later.” 

“Uh huh.” Spencer mumbled and then he was scurrying away, leaving Luke slightly confused. 

One minute Spencer had been friendly, even borderline flirtatious and the next he’d turned cold out of nowhere. Luke didn’t understand. Perhaps he was imagining the whole thing. Maybe Spencer wasn’t flirting with him at all and Luke had just built the whole thing up in his head. Maybe Spencer was just trying to be nice, but like everyone else had grown sick of Luke already. He wouldn’t be surprised, wouldn’t even blame him. Luke was sick of himself too. It was his own fault really, he made a rule never to let himself get close to people and he’d almost crossed that line today. He’d let himself crack open his walls if only a little, testing the waters and seeing what it might be like to have a friend. 

But Luke didn’t need friends. He didn’t need anyone. He’d been alone long enough now and he was doing just fine. Why upset the balance and try to change things, when it would inevitably end in tragedy anyway? He had briefly let himself fantasise of something more with Spencer, let himself foolishly believe that he might be worth more. But it was nothing more than a flight of fancy and Luke would not allow himself to live in that delusion a moment longer. Getting his hopes up always ended badly for Luke. It was better for him to be alone. 

***

Penelope Garcia is: BORED! 😩🦄

Penelope’s pink nails clicked against the screen of her smartphone as she updated her Facebook status with a small sigh as she hit “Post”. Her eyes remained on the group of teens crowded around the lone computer, she had long ago learnt to touch type and rarely needed to look at the device. The group had just come from JJ’s photography outing and were now trying their hand at photoshopping at the images they took. Penelope sat on a table behind them, barely able to see the computer screen with all the bodies surrounding it. But as long as they kept themselves busy it didn’t matter to her what exactly they were doing. 

Her phone vibrated in her hand and she opened Facebook again to see the new comment on her post. 

Jennifer Jareau: at least we have the campfire party tonight! While Strauss is away, the counsellors will play 😘

Penelope laughed lightly at JJ’s comment, pleased for a smile to be on her face. JJ was the closest thing Penelope had to a best friend at camp, they started working here the same summer and were now in their third year together. They were extremely different people, chalk and cheese really, but that didn’t stop them from growing as close as they had. 

Penelope was about to reply to JJ’s comment when another one popped up. 

Derek Morgan: if you actually spent more time doing your job and less time on socials you might not be so bored, baby girl 😝

Penelope felt her cheeks instantly burn as she read the comment from Morgan, specifically the use of the pet name baby girl which never failed to make her heart leap into her throat. She wasn’t delusional, she knew she never stood a chance with a guy like Derek Morgan. She’d stood by and watched each summer while he flirted shamelessly with every female camp counsellor who wasn’t her, Emily, Tara, even JJ, and all the others who had come and gone over the years. She wasn’t Morgan’s type and she knew it. Of course it hurt, it filled the outwardly bubbly and confident girl with an innumerable amount of insecurities which she kept bottled up beneath her pink and fluffy exterior. But it never stopped her from imagining what it might be like for Derek Morgan to look at her in that way. 

It wasn’t as though she didn’t have interest in her. Back home the neighbourhood dork Kevin Lynch was utterly besotted with her. Admittedly she enjoyed the attention, even if she did find him a little creepy. Then of course there was the ever so lovely Sam who liked to listen to her play her ukulele and whose smile was so magnetic it sometimes took her breath away. But still she couldn’t shake Derek from her mind, even though she knew it would never happen. 

She gave each of the comments a thumbs up but decided not to reply to either of them and clicked the button on the side of her phone to lock it. When she tuned back into the room some of the kids around the computer were giggling among themselves. 

“What’s so funny, chickadees?” Penelope got to her feet and skittered towards them on her too high heels that Strauss was always telling her were “inappropriate” for camp. 

“Look at the way she’s looking at her! Pathetic!” One of the girls nearest the screen giggled. 

“Her tongue might as well be hanging out of her mouth.” Another girl scoffed. 

“What’s going on here? Scoot over.” Penelope gently pushed her way through the teens to get a look at the computer screen and what the kids were laughing at. 

Penelope inhaled deeply as she took in the picture on the display that one of the campers had snapped. It was taken down by the ATV track but it didn’t show any of the campers. Just two counsellors.

Emily was in the distance, chewing mindfully on her bottom lip, whilst decked out in her ATV gear. In the foreground was JJ, the look on her face similar to that Penelope imagined her own to look like whenever she saw Morgan. JJ was the literal depiction of the heart eye emoji. There was no way to misinterpret the way she looked at Emily like she hung the damn moon. 

So that was why JJ had been so concerned about Luke and Emily this morning. She didn’t have a crush on Luke, she had one on Emily. But why wouldn’t JJ tell her that? Penelope told JJ everything and she thought the other girl did the same. Did she not think Penelope would understand? Was she ashamed? Had Penelope done something to make JJ think she wouldn’t accept her? Penelope suddenly felt terrible, like the world's worst friend. JJ felt as though she had no one to talk to about this when she should have been able to turn to Penelope. 

The giggling continued around her and she pushed the teens out the way, snatching the mouse out of one of the girls hands and quickly closing the window so the photograph vanished. 

“That’s enough.” She snapped at the group. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Computer time is over, now you all get to sit in silence for the next twenty minutes and think about the way you acted.” 

Penelope scurried back to where she’d been sitting while the kids started muttering under their breath. She plopped down on the table before giving them all her sternest look. 

“I said silence.” She spat, in a tone she’d never used before. It seemed to work though as the muttering died out and the room fell quiet. 

She pulled out her phone again, opened her messages and tapped out a quick text.

📱 Jennifer Jareau: meet me behind the sports building at lunch time. We need to talk xoxo

***

Spencer might have proven his aptitude at swimming, but when it came to boats, it was quickly clear that was best left to Luke. To say the young genius was uncoordinated would be an understatement and Luke lost count of the amount of times in the space of one session, the boy nearly capsized. He’d spoken to Hotch who had been far too busy with other things to care much about what Spencer was saying and shooed him away like a fly with a “yeah, sure whatever.” He’d run it by Strauss when she was back but for today at least he was assisting Luke at the lake.

Eventually Spencer had stopped trying to be a champion canoer and observed from the dock with Luke. Conversation didn’t flow as it had earlier, Spencer read his text book while Luke sat awkwardly at his side. It was the last session before lunch when Luke would be able to finally have a smoke without the campers around - that was strictly against the rules - and boy did he need one.

As soon as his watch read twelve thirty, he called the kids out of the lake and sent them on their way to the canteen at the top of the hill. Spencer hung back to help Luke get the boats back to the shed. As soon as everything was away, Luke fished in his jacket pocket for his smokes and quickly lit one. He noticed Spencer watching him as he inhaled and then exhaled the smoke.

“Want one?” 

“Uh, no thanks. I don’t smoke.” Spencer shook his head, only just refraining from telling Luke all the grizzly facts relating to smoking deaths. “Are you going up for lunch?” 

Luke took a deep drag, holding the smoke down in his lungs for a few seconds before puffing it back out of his mouth. 

“In a minute. You can go on ahead if you want, don’t feel like you have to wait for me.” Luke sighed as he spoke, leaning back against the boat shack. 

“No it’s ok I’ll…” Spencer trailed off as his eyes wandered a little way up the hill where Morgan was standing, waving him over. 

Luke saw it too and it wasn’t lost on him the dopey smile that sprung to Spencer’s lips. 

“Go, it’s fine. I’ll be up when I’m done.” Luke spat a little harsher than he meant to. 

Spencer looked towards Luke and then back at Morgan, then to Luke again who would not make eye contact with him. It was simpler if he just focused his attention on Morgan. His attraction to Morgan was animalistic, no chance of feelings developing there. He knew the same could not be said for his feelings towards Luke. Morgan was the safer option, he was less likely to get his heart broken that way. So with a sigh, he turned his back on Luke and started away. 

“See you.” He called back but he didn’t turn around. 

Luke swallowed a lump in his throat and watched Spencer go. When he reached Morgan, the older man pulled him into a large bear hug, and Spencer nuzzled against his strong chest while Morgan messed up his hair. That could be him. If he wasn’t so fucked up that he could be honest about his feelings, that could be him holding Spencer in that way. It should be him. But of course, who would be stupid enough to choose Luke Alvez over Derek Morgan?

He took another pull of the cigarette but it wasn’t hitting the spot so he tossed it on the dock and stamped it out with his boot. He needed something stronger to take the edge off, nicotine wasn’t going to cut it. He fished into his inside pocket and pulled out the little tin he kept inside. Opening the lid he was met by that delectable scent usually reserved for after his shift. 

One blunt couldn’t hurt. Just one hit to get him through the rest of the day was all he needed. No one ever had to know. 

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[makaylajadewrites]

Moreid hc!!!! spencer dressing more feminine around derek slowly :)

i hope this makes sense hsgdhsgd

love this. Also it turned into a little drabble instead of a headcanon so whoops.

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Reid was pretty. There was no doubt about it. Derek knew it, the rest of the BAU knew it, the entire bureau knew it. He was pretty enough to get a lot of attention, but he was oblivious to the point where he didn’t really realize it. Derek didn’t understand it. How could he have someone like Spencer?

Spencer always thought he was just being dramatic or flattering - he really didn't see it. Derek was just grateful for the opportunity to call a man like Spencer his partner.

Spencer was pretty comfortable with his masculinity. He had no problem saying he liked typically feminine things though. He said they were pretty and soft and were comforting to him - who could blame him? So as their relationship grew into a more permanent and routine thing, Derek began to see those more feminine aspects of Spencer’s life. A swipe of lip gloss here, pink barrettes there, Spencer wasn’t really hesitant when it came to accessories. He usually didn’t wear them to work, but if they ever went out on a date or were just spending time together at one or the other’s place, he liked to be comfy. Derek didn’t mind at all - it was a rare side of Spencer that only he got to see. If anything, it was a privilege.

But one day, when Derek was picking Spencer up for a dinner and movie date (it was a casual restaurant, so Derek was wearing jeans and tee shirt) he was met with the sight of his life. Spencer was dressed casually alright, but Derek hadn’t quite expected to see him like that.

Spencer was wearing a pair of black leggings that made his long legs look like they went on for miles. Oh, Derek would for sure be between those supple thighs later... Along with the leggings, he wore an oversized, lilac sweater, the sleeves swallowing up his hands while the hem reached his upper thighs, covering his hips for the most part. The defined arches of his collarbones peeked out from the collar, the pale column of his neck adorned in a small silver necklace. He had a thin layer of pink gloss applied to his lips and his messy hair curled around his ears. All in all, he was simply delectable and Derek swore he fell further and further in love with Spencer every day.

“You look... so good,” Derek said softly, reaching for Spencer’s hands, which instantly latched onto his own. Spencer smiled, looking down at his Chuck Taylor’s shyly and shrugging his shoulders.

“I just... figured I could dress a bit casual and comfortable for the occasion. But... if you want me to change, I will,” he mumbled in slight embarrassment, raising a hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. Derek looked at his partner fondly with a hint of disbelief, tilting his chin up and meeting Spencer’s dark eyes.

“You’re beautiful, Spencer,” he said, leaning in and pressing their lips together in a flutter of emotions. Spencer was eager to return it, but Derek pulled away before things got too heated and they missed the movie entirely. “I don’t care what kind of clothes you wear, you’ll still be perfect to me. But I think I’d prefer you without ‘em.”

Spencer flushed bright pink and smacked Derek’s arm playfully, and after a few more whispered sweet nothings, the two were on their way.

(The leggings and sweater ended up on the living room floor of Derek’s house later that night.)

[aubreyprc]

open season but make it spicy

open season but Emily and Morgan are the ones being hunted. for @eprcntiss who is very much the sole reason this, and about 27367289 other things exist, everyone thank her for listening to my rambles and my thoughts. It’s hotchniss, of course. (And Moreid, obvs)

ao3

Hotch watches her as she laughs with Morgan, the two of them almost melded together as they sit on the couch on the jet. The smile he sees on her face, it’s one that reminds him of the weekends the two of them had shared together ten or so years ago, back when she was just a carefree twenty year old who came with no strings, no demands of commitment and no drama, back when he was a newly single twenty something, working security while training for the FBI’s new behavioural unit, who happened to catch her eye. They were never supposed to be anything serious, and he’ll never confess to her that she’s his biggest regret. That he wonders sometimes, what his life would be like now if he’d said what he wanted to that rainy day in June, instead of letting her walk away.

He tries to ignore the pang of jealousy that rushes through him as he watches Morgan run a hand over her thigh as he stands, laughing while he shakes his head. They look like they’re having fun together. He should be glad she’s finding her footing here. He has no right to be jealous.

“You’re staring.” Gideon says, looking at him from his seat across him. Hotch’s eyes snap his way, the older man’s words pulling him from his trance and he clears his throat. “Anything I should know?” He questions. There’s no accusation in his voice, just curiosity and a slight hint of concern for one of his oldest friends.

“No.” He says, looking down at the file, doing his best to try and ignore the way he can feel her eyes casting over him for a small moment before Morgan takes his seat next to her, handing her a coffee.

“Okay.” Gideon accepts, he turns his head slightly to look at the newest member of their team, and doesn’t miss the way her eyes quickly dart from Hotch to Morgan just as he does. Looking back at his file he makes a note to himself to watch the both of them more closely during this case, his suspicion around the two of them rising.

Emily forces herself to move her eyes off Aaron when she see’s Gideon turn to face her, she smiles as Derek hands her a coffee, a small thanks on her lips as she tenses under the older man’s stare, before feeling him look away and she exhales, bringing the hot coffee to her lips.

“If Reid focuses any harder on that book I’m scared he’ll fall into it.” He comments, nudging his head towards the genius, reading a page intensely.

“Maybe you should go and save him.” She comments with a raised eyebrow when she looks back at him, watching as he pierces his lips together and drops his head shyly. “The two of you are idiots.” She smiles, she drops her hand onto his arm and he looks at her. “Take the risk... what’s the worst that could happen?” She sighs, squeezing his arm, “I know what it’s like to wonder about the what if’s, Morgan, and I wouldn’t wish it on anybody.” She tells him and he looks at her sadly, before smiling, placing his hand over hers and squeezing it.

“We land in fifteen.” Hotch’s voice says and they turn to face him and as Emily turns, she spies him staring at her and Morgan’s entwined hands before looking away just as quickly, forcing his jaw to relax as he continues, “The police and the Rangers are waiting for us, once we land we head straight to the station before heading off to the sites.” He says, watching as everyone nods and grabs their files. He takes another look at Emily, and their eyes bleed into each other’s for a moment too long until Reid walks between them, breaking the spell they can not fall back into.

She’s making coffee in the station when he comes up next to her. Her whole body tenses when she feels him stand there and her breath catches in the throat, the smell of his cologne over powering her senses and she’s taken back to the hotel rooms in different cities when he had a weekend off work, nights spent in his apartment where they’d talk for hours, wrapped up in each other as they watched the stars from his bedroom window, days spent hidden around town, the both of them acting as though they had all the time in the world. She’s taken back to when she was happy, free. Back to a time before Irish accents haunted her dreams and the cries of a child she grew too attached to followed her around.

Forcing herself to relax, she turns to face him, a small smile on her lips.

“Do you want one?” She asks, pointing to the pot of coffee she was making.

“No,” he smiles, “You’re heading out with Morgan?”

“Yeah.” She answers, pouring herself and another’s coffee. He assumes Morgan and he has to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“Is there something going on between the two of you?” It comes out of his mouth before he can stop it, and the way her head snaps to him he knows it sounded more unprofessional than he would have liked.

“Excuse me?” She says, barking a laugh at him, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“It’s against protocol for two agents on the same team to -“

“So you’re asking as my boss?” She questions, facing him fully, crossing her arms over her chest. “That’s it?” She challenges, staring at him, he meets her eyes, the look in them almost begging him to say it. He won’t. He can’t.

“That’s it,” he lies, “Would there be another reason?” He asks as nonchalantly as he can and he watches as she drops her head, shaking it with a bitter laugh.

“No,” she says, looking up, grabbing the two coffee. “Of course not.” Her voice is low, hating herself for even expecting a different answer. “There’s nothing going on with me and Morgan.” She tells him, “But even if there was, it wouldn’t be any of your business, would it, Sir.” She spits, before walking off, closing her eyes as she forces herself to not cry. Finding it ridiculous that he still has this hold on her. He made it clear all those years ago he didn’t fall like she did, and it’s fine. They were never supposed to be anything anyway, and she thinks maybe it’s for the best he let her go that day in June. Even if it did land her in the arms of an international terrorist, under the guise of a name she doesn’t even want to utter. A time she looks forward to the day she’s able to forget.

He watches again with an ache of jealousy and a feeling of something he can not explain when she walks off with Derek. He has to force himself not to react as the man wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side, the two of them laughing as they head towards their car.

“Are you sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?” Gideon comments as he arrives at the man’s side. Hotch looks at him, watching as the older man looks at him with he can’t figure out and just drops his head.

“No,” he says. “Everything’s fine.” He tells him, heading off in the opposite direction. Gideon sighs as he watches the man walk off, and wonders just what he’s hiding as he follows Emily and Morgan.

The three Agents and the Ranger are walking around the area of the latest murder victim when an arrow shoots from high above them, as if it falls from the sky. The three Agents jump backwards as the Ranger gasps, before dropping to the floor less than a second later. They all freeze, staring at her as she lays there, an arrow rested deep into her chest, eyes staring blankly at them, but then two more are shot towards them.

Morgan turns quickly, grabbing Emily by the waist and pushing them both to the floor, moving them both behind a tree. They drop to the ground as they’re hidden, she’s sat in the middle of his legs as his arms wrap around her tightly, a hand rested lightly over her mouth as footsteps and two male voices head their way. He feels the terror coming off her as they hide and he pulls her further into him, leaving his hand lightly against her mouth to keep her quiet, unsure of how she’d react.

They’d only been partners for ten months, she came off a desk job, he has to take precautions to save the both of them.

Their hearts hammer in a similar beat as the voices quieten and the footsteps fade away and as silence meets their ears, he drops his hand as the back of her head hits his shoulder, her eyes dropping closed as they both catch their breath.

“Come on,” he whispers, helping her off the ground and he stands. He grabs her hand, holding it tightly in his as they walk slowly from where they’d hidden. “Gideon?” Morgan calls as they reach the area. Their hands detangle as he searches for the man while Emily stares at the now murdered Ranger.

“Gideon!” Emily hears Morgan shout and she snaps her head in the direction his voice came from and rushes towards him.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah it looks like he was knocked out with something. Do you have cell reception?”

Emily pulls out her phone, shaking her head as she looks at him. “You?”

“Nothing,” he tells her with a sigh, “We need to get out of here.” He says, looking around the area, high up on the hills, behind the trees. He looks in the correct area at just the right time to spot an arrow heading in their direction and manages to throw them both onto the floor at the right time.

Emily groans as she hits the floor, she feels the  back of her head hit something hard, as well as something graze her temple. His body half covering hers as she brings a hand off her head, blood meeting her fingers.

“Are you okay?” He asks, looking at the cut on the side of her head.

“Yeah,” she tells him, “It’s just a cut.” He sits up slowly, looking around the area the shot came from.

“Thanks...” She whispers and he looks at her.

“For what?” He questions.

“Saving my life.” Emily smiles, squeezing his fingers and he smiles back.

“Always princess.” He whispers, laughing at her eye roll over the nickname. “We need to get out of here.”

“Yeah..” She agrees, slowly sitting up to next him, her hand still on her head.

As they stand, dusting off the ground from their clothing and while she holds her hand to her head again as she continues to bleed, a branch snaps behind them and they both spin around. Morgan takes three protective steps in front of her as the two men, both holding up loaded arrows stand in front of them.

“Run,” the older one whispers, pulling back on his crossbow as they go to grab their guns and the Agents freeze. Holding their hands up. “I said...run.” He taunts, and Morgan grabs Emily’s hand as he turns and they run.

“What about Gideon?” She whispers as they speed down the steep hill.

“He’s Gideon.” Morgan explains. “He’ll be fine.”

The two run until they reach the bottom of the hill and they duck behind some trees.

“Does this mean we’re the ones being hunted now?” She whispers, before wincing as her temple throbs.

“I don’t know,” He whispers back, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m good,” she smiles, “Just a small cut.”

“Are you dizzy? Anything like that?”

“No,” she lies, leaning her head against a branch and taking a deep breath. She opens her eyes to find him staring at her with terror and all she can do it smile and take his hand. “I’m okay.”

“If you have a concussion-“

“We wouldn’t be able to do anything about it if I did.” She teases with a smirk and he laughs, shaking his head because she’s right. They’re being hunted in the middle of woods, for christ sake. “What do we do now?”

“We hope the team come looking for us.” He tells her, “And we do our damn best to stay alive.”

After no answer from either of the three agents in the woods, nor the Ranger after an hour, Hotch grabs the rest of the team and a hand full of cops and head into them, his mind running wild with what he could find there, the image of Emily laying dead with an arrow in her chest makes him want to throw up, of course he’d be devastated to lose any of his team but her...he can’t lose her. Not like this.

He runs a finger over his wedding ring as his mind runs wild with thoughts about Emily, about her smile, her laugh, the way she used to wrap herself into his jacket while he still had it on, clasping her hands together around his waist, rest her chin on his chest and look at him with a cheeky grin, a grin he used to love kissing.

He runs his finger over his ring to remind him of what he has. He’s a married man, he can not be thinking about her like that. Not anymore.

The car parks as they reach the crime scene and the lack of Morgan, Prentiss or Gideon is not missed on any of them as they exist the vehicle.  Reid runs straight ahead, ducking under the tape and stopping almost instantly with a gasp that has everyone rushing.

“That’s the Ranger.” JJ says, sighing. “Any sign of them?”

“Nothing,” a cop says, “Maybe they head off into the woods after the Ranger was taken down.”

“Maybe...” JJ mutters, looking around.

They all turn, guns pointed outwards as footsteps approach behind them, but all weapons are dropped when a limping Gideon heads towards them, almost dropping completely to the floor before Hotch catches him.

“He-“ Gideon mumbles before shaking his head as Hotch lowers them to the ground. “They.. Two unsubs.” He tells him.

“Where are Morgan and Prentiss?” Hotch asks him, trying to remain as calm as possible.

“Run-“ The older man mutters again before almost falling back under. Hotch taps his face lightly until he eyes open.

“Where are Emily and Morgan?” He asks again and it’s not lost on the team that he used her first name, something that isn’t even uttered much by Penelope yet, who makes sure to always use first names.

“Hunted.” Gideon mutters.

JJ and Reid look at each other, their boss using their new members first name is forgotten as quick as it happened.

“They’re being hunted?” Hotch asks, looking around the woods.

Gideon nods, before the EMTs head his way and he allows himself to be taken to the ambulance.

“If they’re being hunted they could be anywhere.” Reid says with a slight tremor to his voice. “They could be hurt.” His voice cracks.

“They’ll be okay.” Hotch says, who he’s reassuring, he doesn’t know.

“How long until dark?” JJ asks one of the Rangers heading their way.

“Three, maybe four hours.”

“That means we have three hours to find them. We find them we find the unsubs.” Hotch tells them, trying to act as natural as he can but he feels sick. Physically sick at what they...she could be going through out there. She could be hurt. She could be alone. She could be dead.

They’re all staring at the map on the board.

“They could be anywhere...” Reid comments, worry coming off him in waves. “The woods here are huge and they’re locals, they know the whole terrain.”

“They have to be somewhere.” JJ says, “Look at where all the bodies were found. It all coordinates around this one large part of the woods. That has to be where they are.”

“That area is huge,” Gideon says as he walks back into the room, “They’re hiding in plain sight, but it’s in an area we haven’t discovered yet.”

Aaron looks to the floor, holding back his worry as his heart hammers in his chest. He can’t help but think about what he would give to take her place, to keep her safe and it shocks him, that even after ten years, he would die for her.

He steps out of the room, heading outside unnoticed as he thinks about their quick but intense relationship...he wonders if he could even call it that. He thinks back to their last weekend together when he let her go instead of holding her close.

They’d been doing their thing for six months. Something that started out as easy hook ups after hard days and drinks on the weekends that would lead them right into bed, had turned into nights under the stars in a different city when time allowed it, seeking each other out not for sex but for comfort. A hug. A kiss. A simple stroll with the other felt more peaceful than anything else. They’re six months into their thing, Emily lay in his arms, he’s running a hand through her hair when she says it.

“I got a job offer in Europe.” It’s a whisper, her fingers trailing mindless patterns on his bare chest as she speaks.

“A job?” He asks in the same hushed tone, she turns her head, leaning her chin on his chest as she looks at him.

“Yeah..”

“Doing what?” He questions softly, running a hand down her spine.

“Linguistics.” She tells him and at the sight of his bright smile her own comes out, he moves them into a seating position before clasping his hand on hers.

“Em... that’s incredible.” He tells her with a smile, “That’s what you wanted right?”

She nods, smiling as he laughs happily, cupping her face and kissing her, his heart fluttering when she smiles into it, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and he pulls her into his arms, her laughter sending a flutter up his spine as he smiles.

“I’m proud of you.” He whispers into her hair, kissing her head.

“Thank you.” She says shyly, “It means -“

“I know,” He whispers, running a hand down her back as she leans back, her face inches from his, he runs a finger over a loose piece of hair, tucking it behind her ear before smiling, “Lets not think about that right now.” He says, cupping her cheek. “This is a good thing, sweetheart.” He smiles and she smiles right back, biting her bottom lip, blushing slightly as she drops her head.

They spend the rest of the weekend ignoring what comes with the job offer. Refusing to acknowledge that taking the job means she will have to move to Europe, start a new life out there and it would be without him.

Instead, they laugh, they talk, they spend it wrapped up in each other. Exchanging whispers and chaste kisses instead of confessions and tears.

On the Sunday night, he’s running a hand through his hair as he walks into his lounge, frowning when he finds her pacing slightly, picking the skin of her fingers.

“Hey,” He says softly and she turns, her eyes wide and she smiles, but it’s the her smile, it’s one that’s forced and laced with anxiety. “What’s wrong?”

“They called...” She says, holding her phone up. “I can start next month.” She tells him and he stares at her, nodding his head as his heart shatters in his chest. He wants to be happy for her. He is happy for her. But that doesn’t mean that the thought of her being four thousand miles away doesn’t make him want to drop to his knees.

“That’s great.” He smiles, forcing his voice to sound as though his heart hasn’t shattered. As if the knowledge that this is it for them, that whatever they are is over, isn’t leaving him with an ache in his chest.

“There’s an offer for the same job in DC, in the same department...” She says, looking at him slightly, before dropping her head and pushing her hair behind her ears nervously. “If I wanted to stay local... the options there..”

“Is that what you want?” He asks, putting his hands in his pocket and taking small steps towards her, “To stay local?”

“I guess it depends...” She says, looking at him, she takes a deep breath, swallowing down the panic, “Do I have a reason to stay?” She looks at him, holding her breath and he stares back.

He wants to say, yes, I love you, please don’t leave. But he won’t, he can’t. Europe is where she wants to be. It’s all she talks about.

How she fell in love with Paris the first time she saw it. How she’d love to venture back to Italy when the time was right, gain some closure for something she wouldn’t tell him about, how she loved the cold air in London... and how could he take that from her?

How could he be the the one that holds her back from her dreams?

“I think you should go to Europe,” he tells her, he sees her mask slip slightly, and he freezes, the pain written over it makes him want to take it back, pull her into him and tell her she’s the one. That he loves her and of course she has a reason to stay. She has him.

“Yeah..” She says, her mask slipping back on almost just as quick as it drops and she smiles sadly at him, “That’s what I thought.” She tells him quietly with a nod, refusing to meet his eyes as she looks around the apartment.

The silence is deafening as they stand there, neither having anything else to say.

“I should go,” Emily announces after a few moment, walking backwards before turning, grabbing her coat from the pegs on the back of his door, ignoring the way he softly says her name as she holds back tears.

“Emily..” He says again and she turns, meeting his eyes for the first time since her question. She waits for him to speak, but it’s obvious that he has nothing to say, and neither does she. What’s left to say apart from goodbye anyway?

“Goodbye, Aaron.” She says, before grabbing her bag from the floor and heading out of his door.

As she steps outside, the heavy rains hits her skin instantly and she take an deep breath, a raw sob escaping her throat as she exhales before quickly running down the steps of his apartment building and towards her car.

As she drives away from his street she can’t help but curse at how stupid she was, to even think he could love her. They’d said at the start that they wouldn’t be serious, a little summer fling and she always knew they’d end badly. She fell for him some time during month three, and she had spent the final three hoping that maybe he did too. Learning that he didn’t shatters her more than she thought possible, and the dam breaks as soon as she’s home, stood in a burning hot shower as she realises she’ll probably never see him again, and a sob erupts from her chest as her back hits the wall of the shower as she accepts that he never even loved her either.

He stands staring at the door as it shut behind her for what feels like hours, he curses under his breath and runs a hand through his hair, before rushing towards his door and opening it, the rain makes him pause for a second, he goes to shout her name just as her car door shuts, and as he stands in the rain on his front step, he watches her drive away from him and he feels his body ache with the thought that that’s the last time he might ever see her, that after six months of them being the happiest he’s ever been, they ended like that. He collapses onto his couch as he fills with regret, and he wonders if letting her go was the best decision, if allowing her to live out her dreams at the cost of his happiness was worth it. He wonders if never telling her he loves her would haunt him forever. He assumes it will as a tear rolls down his cheek.

“Hotch.” Gideon says for the fourth time, slapping the man gently on the shoulder and it pulls the man out of his thought with a jump and he turns, cleaning his throat and he faces the man.

“You and Prentiss...What’s going on there?” He questions, Aaron opens his mouth to speak when Gideon holds up a hand, “And don’t tell me it’s nothing, I might have a concussion but I’m not stupid.” He tells him.

“Nothing is going on..” He mutters, “We have...a past.” He explains and Gideon nods.

“You worked for her mother, right? About ten years ago?”

“Yeah.”

“And you and Prentiss...” He says, and Aaron nods.

“It ended..pretty badly.” He tells him, looking to the ground, “I guess it’s still pretty raw.”

“For her or for you?” Gideon asks, looking at his friend and Aaron sighs.

“For the both of us.” He says, putting his hands in his trouser pockets.

“Does Haley know about her?” And the silence Hotch gives him is an answer in itself. “Is there a reason for that?”

“I’m not cheating on my wife, Gideon.” He tells him and the other man nods.

“Maybe not physically,” He tells him, “But emotionally...” He says and Hotch stares at him with anger and the older man stares directly at him. “You’re out here pacing a hole into the pavement because your ex girlfriend is being hunted in the middle of the woods..”

“Two members of our team-“

“So you would be out here pacing like this if it was Reid and Morgan? JJ and Reid?” He asks and Hotch looks at the floor because even though he cares for his team, thinks of them as family, he would be more controlled than this. More put together.

“You’re in trouble, Aaron.” He tells the man honestly, “Loving two women never ends well.”

“I don’t-“ He starts, but stops when Reid and JJ, along with a handful of cops run towards them.

“They’ve found a body.” JJ says, “Female. Dark hair..” She says and it’s obvious in her tone about who she thinks it is and it takes all of his strength to not hit the floor.

“Let’s go,” Gideon says, watching Reid run towards the car at a speeds he’s never seen the man use before and JJ follow behind.

“Look at me,” Gideon tells Aaron, who’s staring into space. “Aaron.” His eyes snap to his friends and Gideon claps a hand over his shoulder. “It’s not her.”

“How do you know that?” He whispers, the thought of loosing her making him want to throw up.

“Because Morgan would protect her with his life, you know that,” He says, “He’d die before he allowed anyone to lay a hand on her.”

Aaron stares at the man, terror written in his eyes.

“They’re armed, they’re skilled and they’re okay.” He tells him, “It’s not her.”

As they head to the scene, Gideon sends a prayer that they aren’t going to find Prentiss dead in the woods, because he doesn’t see Aaron getting over that, he doesn’t see how he could. The one that got away is one that haunts you forever, and getting a second chance and loosing it just as quickly? He couldn’t imagine anything worse.

Emily sighs as they walk, pausing as dizziness takes over her and Morgan stops at her side, taking her hand in his own as he stands in front of her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks worriedly, eyeing the cut on her head. “You could have a concussion.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it.” She tells him, “Keep moving.” She smiles, pushing him gently and he laughs, stepping backward before turning, watching a few steps in front of her. They’ve walked maybe half a mile when she starts to see stars and she wobbles on her feet, catching herself on a tree with an open palm, bending her head over as a wave of nausea comes over her. Morgan rushes back to her, pulling her hair from her space just in time as she throws up on the ground.

“Jesus, Em.” He says. “You definitely have a concussion.” He’s worried now, because he doesn’t know how bad the concussion is or even how hard she hit her head. They need to get out of here quickly.

“I’m okay.” She whispers, lifting her head up and wiping her mouth, taking a few deep breaths as  she closes her eyes. “We need to keep moving.” She says, exhaling.

“Emily, you-“

“We need to keep moving, there’s nothing we can do out here.” She says and he knows she’s right. He loops her arm through his and they walk, watching their steps and their surroundings and the sun sets behind them.

They’ve been walking maybe ten minutes when they stumble across a recent dead body. They freeze, staring at it before the sound of a branch snapping from a few meters away from them grabs their attention and they look up to find the unsubs staring right back at them. They both duck behind a tree as they get their guns out.

“Do you have a shot?” She whispers and he nods, aiming his gun at the younger one as he pulls back of his arrow and he shoots three times, watching as his body crumbles to the floor and when the older one rushes to his side, the two of them run in the opposite direction quickly, before taking a seat on a few rocks. Catching their breath, he looks at her and he doesn’t miss how pale she’s turning, that the cut on her head isn’t bleeding any less or the fact that she ducks her head, resting it in her arms. He takes a seat next to her, pulling her into him and she laughs, accepting his grip and resting her head on his shoulder.

“So, what is going on with you and Reid?” She teases and the man laughs, rubbing a hand up and down her arm in an attempt to keep her warm.

“Honestly?” He says, “I have no idea. We’re sort of just doing this...I don’t know. It’s complicated.” He sighs.

“Isn’t everything?” She comments, closing her eyes briefly. He taps her arm, shaking her slightly.

“You gotta stay awake, Princess.” He tells her and she groans, the pain in her head starting to pulsate. “Tell me and you and your mystery man, you talked about having a what if..” He says, trying to keep her talking she laughs.

“That ship has well and truly sailed.” She tells him sadly, “Which is why you shouldn’t wait with Reid.” She says, looking at him. “You should tell him how you feel.”

“And if he doesn’t feel the same?”

“Then at least you told him... and you can move on.” She smiles, squeezing his hand

He goes to speak when he hears their names being shouted and they both look up.

“Come on,” he says, standing and helping her up, gripping a hand around her waist as he runs them towards the voices of their team, hoping they find them before she passes out.

He’s out of the car before it’s even come to a stop, rushing out and heading straight to where the Rangers stand. All he sees is dark, wavy hair and the closer he gets the more it looks like her and it makes his legs wobble as he runs. He stops in his tracks when the dead eyes staring back at him don’t belong to her and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt relief like it. It causes a loud exhale to escape his chest as he closes his eyes, running a hand over his face.

“Is it Emily?” JJ asks a few feet away from him and he turns, simply shaking his head in response because he can not trust his voice right now. JJ takes a breath of relief and shares the news with Reid and Gideon, the older Agents eyes pierced directly at Aaron’s as the other man sighs, his whole body visibly relaxing.  

“Where the hell are they?” Reid asks, looking around the large area of woods their standing in.

“There’s another body!” A ranger shouts, “He’s alive. Looks like he’s been shot.” The last word of the sentence causes the Agents to look up, quickly following the man towards the body.

“Is that one of them?” Hotch asks as they spot the man laying on the ground next to a set fire.

“That’s the younger one.” He nods, following behind Hotch as the team head in his direction.

“Morgan?” Reid calls as he looks around the area. “Prentiss?”

“Emily?” JJ shouts, “Morgan?”

“Where’s your brother?” Gideon asks him, leaning over the dying man as Hotch searches for the lost members of their team.

“He’s gone, after the Agents.” He gasps, pointing his finger out in the direction they went in. “One of them, they’re in a bad way.” He whispers, before choking slightly.

“What do you mean a bad way?” Hotch asks as he bends down at his other side. “Which one?”

“The woman..” He chokes out, “She’s...I don’t know. But she’s sick.” He tells them and Aaron feels his heart drop as he looks back around.

“Sick how?” Gideon asks, the man only shakes his head in reply, his eyes falling shut.

“I got them!” Reid screams, before taking off in a run. JJ watches him go, not quick enough to stop him. Hotch and Gideon stand, heading their way. All three have their guns out as they look around for the remaining unsub. Gideon spots him coming up behind Reid and fires, the bang causing everyone to jump as the unsub hits the floor. Hotch takes off in a run as soon as Emily comes into his line of vision, everyone too preoccupied to notice his dire need to get to her.

They’re hid behind a bush, catching their breath when shouts of their name hit their ears. They look up, listening carefully to the shouts.

“Is that Reid?” Emily whispers, her whole body aching as she leans against Morgan for support, his arm securely round her waist.

“I think so,” he replies, “Let’s go.” Dropping his arm and taking her hand, he misses the way she closes her eyes, her body losing balance catching herself and following him quickly. Trying to ignore the call of sleep her body is begging for.

As soon as Morgan spots Reid, the second unsub falling in a hump to the ground, he relaxes and laughs with relief, dropping his head. He turns to Emily and his smile drops instantly as she almost collapses to the floor. He catches her as her body jerks back into life. He pulls her into him.

“Come on princess. Just stay awake. We’re done. We did it.” He whispers and she sighs, laughing slightly.

“God, my head hurts.” She complains for the first time and Derek laughs, kissing the side of her head.

Hotch reaches them just as Reid does and as the genius pulls the man into his arms, Hotch grabs Emily, keeping her upright with his arm replacing Dereks as the two men engulf each other.

Aaron looks at her, cupping her chin with his hand as he inspects the injury on her head and she frowns in confusion, her breath hitching in her throat for another reason other than her concussion.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, running a thumb over her cheek as he looks at her. Her eyes stare into his as she smiles.

“I’m okay.” She says, her skin burning under his touch. His eyes move from hers to the cut on her head. “I think I have a concussion.” She tells him and his eyes snap back to hers, his face a look of worry.

“There’s an ambulance waiting at the top.” Gideon says and it snaps the moment. Emily moves away from his touch as his hand drops from her face and he would have let go of her completely if she didn’t sway on her feet slightly as they started walking. He stares at the team all walking in front of them before he wraps his arm around her waist again, holding her up. She moves her head to the side to look at him, her small smile making his entire body flutter like a teenager.

“Thanks.” She whispers. He wraps his other hand in hers and doesn’t miss the way her body relaxes into him. It makes him almost smile, that even after all they’ve been through she still trusts him like she did at the start.

He walks them slowly up the hill, his fingers running against her hand as they do. Once they’re at the top they can’t help but notice the burning stare Gideon is giving them and she pushes away from him slightly, heading towards the EMT’s who greet her with a smile, helping her take a seat on the chair in the ambulance.

She has a concussion, but other than that she’s lucky, is what they tell her as she signs this discharge papers. He watches as JJ smiles towards her, guiding her out and can’t help how much he wishes it was him taking her home, him wrapping his arms around her, he just wishes it was him.

“You know what you’re going to do yet?” Gideon asks as they head out of the hospital just behind Reid and Morgan.

“About what?”

“About her.” He says, pointing his head towards the smiling brunette as she leans against the SUV with JJ.

“There’s nothing to do.” He tells him, “I’m married.”

“Okay then.” The older man says, “Let’s get out of here.”

He watches her on the jet as she sleeps, the rise and fall of her chest his only comfort as he completes the report. A strand of hair falls onto her cheek and his fingers itch to brush it back behind her ear, he craves to be back ten years, where he could reach out and touch her whenever he wanted. Kiss her whenever he wanted. He takes a deep breath when he spots Morgan’s hand come across her face to brush the hair away and his body aches with jealousy as he looks away, forcing himself to focus on anything else.

What he doesn’t expect is for her to be at his office door that night.

“Hey,” he smiles as she walks in, “Shouldn’t you be heading home?”

“I am,” she says, “I just..wanted to say thank you for earlier. For helping.”

“Of course.” He says, “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” She laughs, “It’s been a long day.”

He laughs in response, agreeing with her.

“I should apologise, about asking you about your relationship with Derek. You’re right. It’s none of my business.

“Emily shakes her head, “It’s fine,” she smiles. “You were doing your job. Two Agents -“

“I wasn’t doing it because it’s my job, Emily.” He tells her. Emily closes her eyes as she takes a breath.

“Aaron,” She whispers, opening her eyes to look at him. “Don’t. Please.” She asks, “It’s too hard, okay?”

“Okay.” He accepts, before shaking his head because, no, he has to talk to her about this. “Emily-“

“Aaron.” She says, “Please.” She begs, “You’re married. I cant do this with you. Not again.” She sighs, “It was a bad idea then and it’s a bad idea now.”

“We were never a bad idea, Emily.” He tells her and all she can do is stare at him, her mouth agape as his words hit her. “Sometimes I wish I’d stopped you walking out of the door, told you there was a reason for you to stay."

“Why didn’t you?” She whispers, tears forming in her eyes as she comes to terms with with what this means for her. For them. 

“Europe was where you wanted to be.” 

Emily shakes her head, “No,” she smiles sadly, wiping her tears just as quickly as they fall, “I wanted you.” She whispers painfully, dropping her head to the floor. 

There’s silence then, as what could have been runs through their minds like a snippet of their dream life. 

“I wish I’d stopped you.” He whispers, holding back his tears. 

“I wish you’d stopped me.” She replies, a sad smile on her face as a tear rolls down her cheek.

 “Good night, Aaron.” She says after a few moments, turning and walking out of his door. 

He’s hit with a wave of shock as he realises he wants to stop her from walking away just as much now as he did ten years ago. 

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SPENCER REID FUCKING DYING?????!?!!!!

oops... yeah its a really dark moreid fic in the works

heres what theyre talking about

tw:extreme whump, suicide, vivid death imagery, blood, emotions, spencer reid dies lol, moreid

Morgan approached the bathroom, light creeping from under the doorway but no sound reaching its way through the walls. No water, no whispering, no noise. Nothing.

It took everything in him to lift his hand and knock on his dark door; though a part of him knew he would get no answer, he felt his hand clash and erupt a slight knocking sound throughout the darkening silence in the room.

No one answered.

Nothing moved. There were no sounds or signs of shuffling on the opposite side of the door. Nothing had changed while another piece shattered inside of him. Desperate for another solution, another answer to anything he could turn to, he hit the door again. Tears were forming in his eyes, and emotions clouding his head as he struck the door with so much force he almost tore it open.

His knuckle started to bleed. Bits of skin clutched to the bone in his hand before he turned the doorknob and swung the door wide open in his rage.

And his mouth dropped.

His surroundings began to fade into darkness when everything in him left his body. His lungs forgot how to breathe, and his legs couldn't move, stuck motionless in his place.

His mouth went painfully dry, and his eyes grew warmer when he realized he couldn't even blink. He just stood there helpless and dry. Defenseless like a fish out of water but without the freedom of floating in the ocean or the cool water.

His body flung him forward, not with his legs but his chest, his whole body. He collapsed onto the ground right in front of the bathtub, where he saw Spencer Reid lie motionless with his eyes open.

His frail body never looked paler, and his eyes never so lifeless. His blood was almost black the way it clashed against his eggshell bathtub—the putrid red stains on his clothes and the skin on his hands.

Morgan stared into the water, where he could see his reflection. He saw his own eyes fill with tears in the picture forming from his blood. He stayed stationary in his shock. He stayed quiet in fear.

His hands creaked into the bathwater, feeling the cold wash over his arms as he moved his fingers through the amount of pain he could feel through the liquid. His arms barely brushed the wet shirt Spencer was wearing when he started crying.

He shoved him. He touched all over his bloody chest, reaching and waiting for an answer from him. Anything, a twitch, a sound, a cry, just one thing to let him know this wasn't the end.

But he didn't move; he couldn't.

Derek pulled his tiny body into his arms when his mouth started to whimper and when his eyes finally shut, the pain set in, feeling the vacancy flood across his body. 

He was alone.

He was gone.

...

i really wanna finish this but idk lemme know what u think

[crimmy]

mini moreid blurb vaguely based on this picture (:

Lately, Spencer hadn't been smiling as often. It's not because he was sad per se, or that he wasn't content with his life. He loved his job, he loved his friends, he got to talk to his mom every day. He wanted to smile at little things, like the perfect cup of coffee, getting complimented for his mismatched socks, watching his favorite foreign film in theatres, but he couldn't. He couldn't remember the last time he didn't feel like he had to force a smile.

It was another day just like the others, his coffee was fine, the book he was reading was mediocre at best. He walked into the bullpen, pushed his glasses up his nose, and sat down at his desk. The huge pile of files was haunting him, he rubbed his temples, frustrated. He sat quietly for a moment, then grabbed the first of dozens of files he was to finish that day.

He was about halfway done with his third file when he noticed someone approaching his desk. “It's only 9:30, pretty boy, how about we take a break and get you another coffee, huh?” Derek said, leaning down, raising his eyebrows, and giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder. Looking up at Derek, spencer put his pen down.

“Yeah, sure. I could probably use a break. Actually, the brain is known to stop functioning as well after two hours of intense concentration, you probably caught me at just the right time. otherwise, the rest of my files would have been subpar.” He continued to ramble like that for a while as they made their way to the break room. He didn't notice, but Derek had a sparkle in his eye, one that only seemed to come out when Spencer spoke.

When they got to the break room, Spencer was still spitting out facts about the brain and concentration. Derek hadn't interrupted once, apart from asking a clarifying question. He wasn't turning him out either, he was hanging onto every word, every slight change in tone. Derek refilled Spencer's favorite mug and added copious amounts of sugar. He waited for the next natural pause in spencers speech and said “All done, brainiac. Lots of sugar, just how you like it.”

Spencer smiled. His first genuine smile in days. He couldn't control it, something about Derek knowing how to make coffee for him made him giddy. But not just that, it was the fact that he paid attention, he was looking out for him. Derek always knew what he needed.

He grabbed Spencer's cheeks with his hand. “There's that smile I've been missing. It's cute, I like to see it.” They both left the break room happier, Spencer now knowing that Derek really is his soulmate.

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@halloweenhoneylover

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader

Fluff with a bit of angst

@hercleverboy

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader

Angst and fluff

@heycasbutt

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Hotch x Fem!Reader, MGG x Fem!Reader

All categories I think

@homoose

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Emily x GN!Reader, Tara x GN!Reader, Hotch x Fem!Reader, Morcia, Garvez, BAU/Gen

All categories

@hotchsbabygirl

Masterlist- includes Derek x Reader, Spencer x Reader, Hotch x Reader, Luke x Reader, Matt x Reader, BAU team

All categories

@httpnxtt

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Franklin x Fem!Reader

All categories

@idmakeitbehave

Masterlist- includes BAU x GN!Reader, Hotch x GN!Reader, Derek x GN!Reader, Penelope x Fem!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader

Fluff, angst

@illegalcerebral

Masterlist- I’d tell you what it includes but there’s so much just check it out. There is Spencer x Reader, Luke/Garcia/Reid/Reader stuff, Penemily, Garvez, Ralvez, and a ton of others

Fluff and angst

@imagining-in-the-margins

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x Male!Reader, Ralvez x Reader, Dom!Spencer x Fem!Reader, Sub!Spencer x Fem!Reader, All other MGG character x Reader

All categories

@ineverhaveanynormalfans

Most Recent Masterlist- they have a variety of bingo and kink bingo masterlists this is just the most recent. Includes Spencer x Emily x Reader, Spencer x Reader, Emily x Reader

All categories, mainly smut I think

@ironwoman18

Masterlist- includes Maxcer and Garvez

Unsure I think angst and fluff

@itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, MGG x Reader

Fluff, slight angst

@juniorgman187

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader, MGG x Fem!Reader

All categories

@kermitsaysgayrights

Masterlist- includes Emily x GN!Reader, Emily x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader, BAU team, Jemily, Moreid, Jelle, Penemily

Fluff, angst, humor

@klinenovakwinchester

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Hotch x Fem!Reader

All categories

@literaila

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader

All categories

@love-war-death-reid

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader

All categories

@mercy-burning

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader

Mainly smut, fluff

@mollygetssherlockcoffee

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader

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@moon-light-jukebox

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader, Sub!Spencer x Fem!Reader, Hotch x Fem!Reader

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@mrs-dr-reid

Masterlist- includes Hotch x Fem!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader

Angst and fluff