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Tintin remembers what comes after 15.

[morgansmoreid]

hi! i don’t know if this is against ur request guidelines, but could you do a bau x reader who has an ed and they help them? i know this is a triggering topic so if not that’s completely fine!

Hey Lovely! You are in no worry as this doesn't go against what I would write! I based this on SZN 7 team again but if SZN 15 is more your comfort, always shoot another ask my way :)

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To Eat or To Not; They Know. Warning's: Eating Disorders [Please Proceed with Caution] Pairing: BAU SZN 7 Team x Reader Requested: Yes -

Thoughts are funny. They could be your best friend or your damn enemy. They could tell you to make the best decision or eat you alive.

They could tell you not to eat; that one meal is enough. They could tell you that maybe two meals is better. They could tell you that hanging out with your friend to small diners wasn't worth it anymore.

Your fucking enemy your thoughts became.

"It's your favorite!" Penelope seemed downright hurt as you declined yet another offer out to eat. She thought you couldn't turn this one down as she got everyone else to hang out this evening; a surprise to you.

"I know, I know! But I'm just not hungry." You said, refusing to lie straight to her face as you kept your head faced to your computer screen.

"What we talking about ladies?" Derek came with a smile and coffee in hand.

"Y/n isn't coming tonight," Penelope hid her disappointment well, as Derek's frown couldn't do the same.

"Why not?"

"Not hungry." You repeated, getting back to your work.

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"Not hungry." You said when another offer came in the same week.

"Not hungry." You said the week after.

"Not hungry." Your stomach caught you in a lie as it rumbled right in front of the concerned team. And in that second they noticed things they haven’t seen for months.

The bags under your eyes, your bones so visible through your layers of skin that it seemed more like a cloak than anything. Your face- your sweet face looks drowned in sadness, so accustomed to it that it was your new normal. Calories ran through your head to the thought of the blueberry pie Penelope mentioned that you didn’t even see Spencer’s hand reach out until his sleek hands wrapped your arm, the lies all coming out.

“Did you eat something today?” He asked softly, letting each word ring in your head bit by bit.

“Yea.” You pulled your arm, your body nothing of bones that Spencer’s arm just pulled down to your wrist.

“You sure?” Emily asked.

But instead of answering her, you pulled away from Spencer and walked out of your office, leaving your phone and bag as you ran down the stairs.

It was so much pressure that came all at once that when you reached the lobby floor, black spots came before you and your body sat on the fellow steps that your foot was just on. The floor under you hit your body with so much force as you laid there. You thought you were calling for help, Aaron’s name running your head. You felt your mouth open, but nothing came out. The black spots quickly took over with a raging headache and your body went with it, shutting down.

As the team sits around your hospital bed, they still process what they saw. No one wants to be the one to tell you the way your body laid so helplessly against the floor or how it took 30 minutes to find you. Nobody wants to tell you that you look so tiny in that bed, your chest so steady yet so thin. No one want to tell you that they all feel hopeless. They hate that they couldn’t help you.

But when your eyes open, they do tell you that they are here for you. They tell you that you should, must get help, and that it’s ok to have hard days. When you leave the hospital, Aaron makes sure to fit therapy in your schedule. When your days are bad, Derek works with you to build muscle and to joy ride around town. And when he’s not available, you know you have Spencer, someone who will talk to you and calm you. You know that you also have Emily, and Jennifer, and especially Penelope.

They make sure you eat, and they make sure you don’t overeat. They help, and they push, but they stay.

“Thank you guys.” You smile around the booth of your favorite cafe; surrounded by your favorite people.

“We’re family, you don’t have to thank us.”

[M.J]

[morgansmoreid]

Hi! I saw that you write material such as self harm so can you write a oneshot where the reader tells matt about her rape? I know its a bit more heavy, but I really hope you do this, it would be so entertaining to read!

Before you read: please proceed with the trigger warning of r@pe.

Hi! I'm so sorry but I cannot write this. If you saw here: [request guidelines] I do NOT write Rape as a theme. This topic may be triggering for others as well as myself so I don't concept into my writings. For any other authors that may like this ask, you may take it, but I am going to politely decline this one. Understand that I mean no harm, but I even stay across as to not truly pass boundaries with my writings of self-harm so once again, I will not write this and ask that no one who comes across this request something of this form again.

[morgansmoreid]

The One With the Secrets: Teaser

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[I wasn't sure of the appropriate warnings for this blurb but it does contain heavy realization material for the said reader.]

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"Save yourself." "Save yourself." "Save yourself."

From the words of all the men who like it pure.

But what they mean is:

"Save it for me."

"Keep yourself pure for me."

"I am deserving of your love."

"I will take it like it's the one thing you savor, and never give it back."

"You are mine; though I am not yours."

So each little girl listened; at first at least. Many girls grew up and rebelled, claiming the thing that was to be saved for someone who wasn't them wasn't worth it.

"Save yourself," Y/n whispered over and over again throughout middle school, high school, college, graduate school, and even job after job until the words filled her brain like a mirror full of lipstick; each time feel dirtier than before.

But still, she remained pure throughout training at the FBI academy and through her units, wearing a badge of shame when she was told it should be an honor.

That honor caused her to push the first boy she ever loved, going back to the tenth grade as they danced on the prom floor, lips finding each other and bodies finding home in his parents' backseat before she ran because she couldn't break her pureness.

That honor caused her to feel like an outcast as everyone talked about their one-night stands and nights to remember while she bit the tip of her pen, just wanting to relate for once.

And that same honor makes her feel dirty now. She looks at Agent Morgan, listening to the stories he tells about the women that he just had the previous night wondering why she wanted to be them. She wanted to be free like them and dance the way he says they do. She wanted to ignore her mind and be free.

But she wanted to do it with him.

She wanted to dance the night along with Agent Morgan in clubs hand and hand.

She wanted to feel the soft kisses he would lay.

She wanted it all.

He made her feel dirty, like the whores that her mother talked about. He made her feel transparent, like a see-through glass that has something others lost.

"You sure you don't wanna come out with us little lady?" Derek asks for the third time.

"Yes." Heavy venom and pain that is undue come out with the word as Y/n keeps her head down; refusing to give the man attention.

"Alright." He no longer pushes and leaves with the rest of the team soon after.

Save yourself. Save yourself. Save yourself.

"What poison you are Mr. Morgan. What a poison." She whispers for the final time of the night.

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its up!

its called, "The One with the Secrets!"

new derek morgan fic coming everyone’s way this weekend

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The One With the Secrets: Disclaimer

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This is NOT a chapter. This is a general fic warning that will be repeated when necessary per chapter. If any is a touchy subject, I don't recommend this fic for you.

General Warnings:

* Loss of Virginity

* Religious Abuse

* Slow Burn

* Depression

* Negative Self Reflective Thoughts

*Smut (Later Chapters)

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This book is not ^anti^ religion but does focus on the reader's religious abuse so some unwanted points might be made. This is not to slander any religion or its followers and is partly made of personal experience.

This book is also a slow burn and reader insert. I do not write the pretty princess characters that have life easy so if you don't like struggle... leave.

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The One With the Secrets Masterlist

[Y/n finally lets someone in years of building up walls that she didn't even know she had... Does he finally capture the truth of the girl he dared to know so much about or is he the reason why the same walls come up better and stronger? ]

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Chapters:

Disclaimer

Teaser

[morgansmoreid]

something happened yesterday that prolonged into today so Tuesday the latest, im sorry.

new derek morgan fic coming everyone’s way this weekend

[morgansmoreid]

new derek morgan fic coming everyone’s way this weekend

[morgansmoreid]

Can I please request something where the whole team slowly pieces that reader is getting abused? Maybe like she flinched a lot more but I love your writing and have been going through a tough time. Thank you!

When the Profiler's Well- Profile:

Warning's: Bruises, Abuse Dynamics, Violence

Pairing: BAU SZN 6 Team x Reader

Requested: Yes

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Maybe the makeup could have worked.

If that was all they noticed.

But then the flinching and the distance just became too much.

It was too much for Derek to ignore as he made the first move, asking Penelope if she noticed anything. What he wanted to ask her is if she noticed the still surfaced bruises on the youngest agent's cheek on most days or if when you went to give her a hug, she flinched, scared that a hug would add onto the things she would try to hide. He wanted to know if she had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, or just a significant other that was evil enough to hurt her. He wanted to see Penelope go through the deepest parts of Y/n's life so he could help.

But instead, he popped into Penny's office, just asking a simple question as if the meaning didn't eat him up.

"I noticed some things," Penelope answered so nonchalantly that her lie was easily detected. She noticed the way Y/n got scared the very few times that she missed a phone call from that one person or the way that she called out "sick," more often, coming into work as a person with a tired body and soul. She noticed the smile that slowly faded and never returned, she noticed it all.

"Hm," Derek replied, going amongst himself to ask JJ the same question. Then Spencer. Then Emily. And all the way to David did everyone answer the same, leaving Derek to press. And he pressed. He pressed until everyone had to face the fact that maybe Y/n wasn't as good as she tried to put. That the stance she tried to put up was doing more than eating her from the inside and that they needed to help.

They needed to help a friend, and bit by bit, they saw more. It was more than flinching and not smiling. Their friend was in fear all the time and before the breaking point, they had only watched, unaware of the scenes that play daily.

"Y/n?" Aaron called from the conference room Saturday morning.

"Yes?"

"Come up here please, we need to talk."

Talk.

No one talks to Y/n anymore.

At least not at home.

More fear, more fear spreads as Y/n walks up the steps, being faced by her teammates as they worry; expressions unhidden.

"Just let us help." The sentence breaks Penelope as she begs. "Just let us help you."

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[M.J]

[morgansmoreid]

The song, the plot, and just the plain thought makes me happy. 

Savannah is good. Great even, but I feel like if we just were given the plotline in the show, she would make that one mistake that we didn't even notice until ep’s later, leaving Derek to piece it all together, and it continues to a next season.

Just the suspense of what would Derek do makes me smile. Would he leave the mother of his child for his true love? Would he watch her fight? Does it open a new view of Sav to us? 

SOMEONE GET US A CBS CRIME WRITE TEAM AND A NOTEPAD NOW!

[Thx for the tag! Song fits perfect :)]

I'd like to thank @mjmoreid for giving me a .... thought. (Context) i made a post suggesting the idea that what if Savannah knew that Moreid loved each other and she didn't care anyway. They said that savannah seems super Smart and super capable of this. Which like, damn bro i love that for you lmao. Anyway, could you imagine a world where she's actually a master manipulator but she's not...evil? She's not an unsub, she has no ulterior motive, she just wants Derek. Like imagine if we got that instead of cat Adams. You're imagine it? Now listen to this.

[morgansmoreid]

Small rant:

Tag your works correctly. If your work is based on a one character, there should be no other ones in it. The amount of “Spencer Reid Fluff,” in a “Derek Morgan Angst” search is annoying. Not only is the category wrong, but it’s not what I wanted. It’s not fair that other authors get shut down because you want more notes. I always scroll past works that aren’t what I searched. It’s not fair whatsoever to authors and readers. I just want to read for a underappreciated character. Please stop.

And if you’re a character based blog, you shouldn’t come on top of another character you don’t write for.

And Im not tryna be “that,” person.

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One Life Gone; One Life Received

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Requested: No

Warning: Heavy Angst

Word Count: 701

This has spelling errors.

The impact of the other car hit yours directly. Derek pressed the gas pedal as the light turned green, moving his hand to your stomach as you expressed the small kicks against your stomach.

Family was big to him and he enjoyed every time he felt the small life in you move.

But now it had seemed that yours flashed before your eyes as the pain kicked in. The hood of the other car pierced about your growing belly, shortening your breaths as you tried to look over to Derek.

It pained more than words can fit as he laid on his airbag, blood dripping down his face.

"Derek.." You cried.

"Derek!" You then screamed. And screamed. And screamed. No matter the pain that it brought or the people that it attracted, you screamed for your husband to open his eyes. The sounds of sirens came closer and close and soon Derek's brown pearls did open.

"Babe.." His voice went low before his eyes went wide at your stomach. Visible on his face, he tried his best to move to you.

You were happy he was awake but all the energy you had rid and you felt the life drain. You felt the memories as a kid pour away like a sad day, times you spent on the playground, proms, first times. It all slipped.

You felt Derek's lips fade. Each time feeling the first. His hot breath felt like a memory, glistening against your skin each time you shared intimate love.

The day you shared the pregnancy test flashed between your eyes. His own eyes tear flooded from the news as he talked to your stomach, telling your baby just how happy he is to wait.

Derek's smile and kisses disappeared.

Your mother's laugh vanished.

Your father's hugs fled.

And your baby kicks died.

The happy kicks faded as your breaths did. Through your shallow vision, you saw the EMT's pull Derek out first. When they worked on you, begging to you answer them, to sign them you're alive, you grabbed the woman's hand. Tight.

"Save my baby before me." The words take everything out of you.

"If you have to pick and choose, pick my baby. And tell... tell my husband that I love him because..." Her face becomes blurry. "Because I don't think I've  said it enough and he needs to know."

And then the lady is gone. Your eyes are closed and everything is black as your heart pushes through for your baby. The team fights its way into the hospital while both you and Derek are being treated. They see Derek first while you are just a couple doors away in a code blue. They can't only hope it's not you; the hospital won't tell them anything. They all worry in silence as Derek ignores his own pain. Minutes- it's only truly minutes that feel like hours when a scream fills the whole floor.

A baby's cry like no other. One that screams innocence and life. The doctor treats the baby in the room but Derek knows.

He knows it's his. He knows the scream of his child and he tries his best to hold his newborn daughter as they bring her in. It's only her. New and precious to the awful world as she succumbs to her father's arms.

He loves the eyes that she tries to look at him at. The ones that her mother had as they danced to music in the kitchen. The ones that Derek looked into and vowed to make right by each day he had the chance.

And the ones that he'll never get to see full of life on her body as the guard nurse pulls a blanket over her face two doors over, shutting down the systems around her.

That same nurse slowly walks over to the single dad that holds his baby and tells him the news like a bad story. No breaks, no stops.

But Derek knew.

He knew how much you loved him.

He knew that you fought.

And he knew when you were gone.

So he thanks the nurse, his voice tear ridden and hold his baby closer.

"Miracle. You're your mommy's and mines miracle."

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[M.J]

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Three

Chapter Name: “ Old Friends"

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Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Just a little bit of smut

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"Y/n-y/n" Y/F/N stuttered over his words.

Y/n let go of her father's hand and stepped back. He looked different, his hair was colored and lighter, his facial hair was cleaner.

He looked better.

"Dad?" Penelope questioned in the tense silence between the two. Her mouth hung open, and she tilted the side, catching the resemblance of both.

"Can you please show us inside, my sweet, caring father?" Y/n taunted.

Y/F/N was silent as he turned around and led the way to a conference room. It was big, the file box laid out on the table. Y/n cleared it and allowed Penelope to set up her stuff while Y/n starting gather evidence for the rest of the team.

Penelope decided not to push anymore and started looking for what connected the victims, so far unsuccessful.

About 10 minutes later, Y/n pinned the last picture to the board and started her own research when the door flew open.

"Really? You fucking knew and didn't bother to call?" A man screamed at her.

Y/n scoffed as she put down her tablet and pen and leaned back in her chair, arms crossing right above her chest.

"Nice to see you too, James," Y/n spoke, the venom in her voice visible for the man in front of her.

"Chrissy is dead! Cat is dead! And you're mocking me?" He accused.

Y/n got up, slowly, and stood in front of James, their faces so close, Y/n could smell the mint gum coming off his breath.

"One, stop screaming at me. I am not a damn child. Two, I don't know shit. That's not how the FBI works, dumbass." She insulted, growling low in his ear.

Neither of them realized that Derek and Spencer were back already, gaining little evidence from hotel one.

Derek cleared his throat at the sight of his girlfriend chest to chest with another man. They both looked over to him, Y/n's eyes landing on his clenched fist.

She stepped back and took her seat, resuming her work. James watched her carefully, her hand going across her yellow pad with each word she wrote.

"You could have called," He said, loud enough for everyone to hear before closing the door and leaving.

Everyone looked at Y/n, waiting for an explanation.

"Deputy James, everyone," Y/n rolled her eyes at the closed door.

"What does he mean, 'you could have called,'" Spencer accusingly asked.

Y/n only shrugged her shoulders at Spencer's question before making small eye contact with Derek. She quickly broke it, eyes now falling on the brown table.

Derek sat in front of her, leaning in so only she could truly hear the growl in his voice.

"Who was that?"

James's lips smashed onto Y/n's, his hands slowly caressing her back.

"We shouldn't James," Y/n pulled away, still in his grasp.

"We don't have to," James let go and moved back slightly.

Something in Y/N told her it was right, she needed him at this moment, she wanted him.

Nearly jumping in his arms, Y/n's fingers ran through James's hair as their lips connected.

Cupping her ass, James picked up Y/n and walked towards his bedroom. Wrapping her legs around James's waist, Y/n kicked off her shoes and grinded against his covered, hard cock as he closed the door.

"Just an old friend," Y/n replied, opening her tablet and reviewing the crime scenes again.

The tension in the room grew as everyone stayed silent. Emily and JJ joined shortly after, this time with more information. Even with David and Aaron joining the group, Penelope still failed to find out what connect these victims.

Even if it was sitting only 2 feet away from her.

5'oclock hit when the door busted open. Sheriff Feilds and Deputy Diaz busted in with the news of another body. Neither man mentioned who it was and lead the way as everyone, besides Penelope, sped down the blocks of Allen.

Cutting off all blocks access, Aaron took the lead into the hotel as the team followed him. The change in the energy of the room was noticeable. JJ went down the hallways of the floor, trying to calm everyone who had their heads out.

Stepping out from behind the rest of the team, Y/n's eyes immediately hit the body on the bed. Tears lined her eyes as she started to step back, bumping into James. He caught her, arms slightly covering her body.

Y/n quickly moved out of his grasp and closer to the body, careful not to mess up the crime examiner photos or the blood the surrounded the bed. The others looked around the room, hoping to find something that pointed to the unsub.

When the examiners were done with the body, Y/n grabbed a glove from her pocket and put it on before touching the victim's face. This caught Aarons's attention and he moved closer to her, ready to scold her for her lack of protocol.

"Victim is Daniela Choi, age 31, C.O.D seems to be the gunshot to the heart this time. No close relatives, her emergency contact has already been informed of victims condition," Y/n spoke first.

"We didn't contact her EC yet," Emily spoke.

"You don't have to, Y/n and I are her contacts.

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Epilogue

Chapter Name: "Her Not Me"

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Content/Trigger Warnings: None. 

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"Pops. The one I really need isn't here." Y/n slowly walks up the hill. She needs Derek to fight. Derek needs to do what she couldn't because Derek has Savannah.

And Savannah is his endgame.

Not Y/n.

"I would hope it's me." Y/n's voice is not like the last time Derek heard it eight years ago. It's not raspy and she's not wearing the stupid hospital gown. Her voice is just as soft as it was before the case in Texas and she's wearing that badass pantsuit Derek knows she likes.

"Is this what you imagined seeing me in?" She chuckles, turning around and spinning for Derek. "I'm here babe, I'm here."

"Hi." He runs to her and picks her up like it was the first time.

"Hi." She grabs his hands. "You look amazing."

Derek is speechless.

Does this mean he's dead?

Does this mean that he could finally be with Y/n?

Is this their ending now?

"I can read your mind." She frowns. "This isn't real. I'm not real. This is what you want me to say. You aren't dead. You aren't with me. And this isn't our ending."

"But-" A confused Derek protests.

"But. Savannah is your endgame. You know. You know that you feel for her more than you ever did me. So fight. Don't be like me and leave. Don't be like me and not say goodbye."

"Why did you leave?" Derek tears up.

"Because our time was over. My time was over. I couldn't stay in a place that had less than where I was needed."

"But I needed you! I need you!"

"Just like Savannah needs you. You love her right?"

Derek doesn't answer Y/n. He loves Savannah so much but she's not Y/n. He loves being with Savannah but not like he loves being here with Y/n. He might be Savannah's endgame but he knows deep down that he wishes he was Y/n's.

"I do."

"But not like you love me." Y/n strokes Derek cheek. "And that's ok. You don't have to love her more than me. But you have to fight. Fight for her and your baby." Derek's eyes suddenly grow.

"She's- she's pregnant?!"

But before Y/n can respond once more, a burning sensation on Derek's chest as his crying on her feet.

"This is the part where you fight. Fight for her. Stay with her and when it's time, our story will continue." Y/n hold onto Derek tight.

"I don't want to leave you."

"It's never forever."

"I want to stay with you."

"Fight for her. Fight for them."

"Y/n, I don't want to leave you."

"Never a final goodbye." Y/n kisses his head one more time before she slips her hand out of Derek's and heads back the way she came.

"Derek! Derek! Can you hear me?"

It's Spencer.

"We got you man, you're safe," The team surrounds Derek as he is pulled out of the house on a stretcher.

"I fought Y/n!" He screams. "I fought!"

The team all looks around but no one says nothing and Derek is almost positive that one particular star in the night sky shinned extra hard tonight.

Almost telling him that he did the right thing.

"You fought, baby." Y/n goes back to watching her old team like she's done everyday for the last eight years.

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Twenty-Two

 Chapter Name: "Goodbye."

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Content/Trigger Warnings: None

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Everyone sheds their tears as the nurse turns off all machines and fully unplugs Y/n.

Derek's body goes cold as the souls of his other half lifts.

"Listen to me." Y/n talks to man she loves. She knows he can't hear her. But she has to say goodbye.

"Find love again. I am not the end even if you are mine. Find love and cherish her like you did me. This is not our end because our love doesn't do that. You are the one. You are the one that I needed on a bad day and you are the one who made a good day feel great. Derek Morgan, I want to ramble on and on but I can't. I have to go where I'm needed and it's not here. I need my mom. I need to be with her because for once everything in my life makes sense. I'm leaving. I'm leaving and not coming back. You can't hear me but this is my goodbye. This is where our story ends but our love continues. I'll never forget the day my heart claimed you. And I'll never forget the way my soul craved you. It's my time baby. It's my time to say goodbye."

She presses a kiss to Derek's cheek and he looks around as if cold air softly slapped him in the face.

"Come on Star!" Y/M/N calls out.

"I'm coming!" Y/n tangles her mother's hand with hers and they walk into the glowing light together.

"Time of Death: 23:45"

"Goodbye Y/n." Derek mumbles.

"Goodbye Derek." Y/n fades away with her mother for the last time.

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Name: "Back"

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Content/Trigger Warnings: None

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"Are you sure Star?" Y/M/N grabs her daughters hand. "I'm with you here with you always, you don't have to be with me."

"I'm staying, I'm home with you." Y/n smiles. "I heard what he said but none the less, it's ok when I'm with you. I've missed you so much and I need you more than he needs me. I'm not leaving you."

"I'm not leaving you because I'm back for good."

Two minutes.

She's been lifeless for two minutes but the doctors continue to work.

"Listen to me Y/n. You have a family that is waiting out there for you so you are going to damn near fight." The scrub nurse whispers in the woman's ear. "Fight for that man out there. Fight for what's here and not on the other side."

Twenty Minutes.

Twenty Minutes and Y/n is till down.

Thirty Minutes.

A faint pulse shows up in the screen and Neurology is called in over the loudspeaker.

Everyone in the waiting room listens and turns their heads to one another but no one knows what to say.

Y/M/N walks forward into a different silhouette, but Y/n stays behind. She's Derek's one, she knows that. But he's just not hers. Home is where her mom is. Home is where comfort is never ending.

"Tell the family to start setting up wellfares." The neurology doctor removes her flashlight from the unresponsive eyes of the stable adult. "I want some scans on her but I'm declaring that she is in a unawaken comatose state and its going to stay that way." She walks out the room.

"I want to say goodbye first!" Y/n shouts. "I need to say goodbye to Derek."

Derek drops to the floor and his tears surround him. "Go fix her!" He screams. "She has to wake up, just go fix her!" He sobs between breaths.

"Tell them to fix her!" He cries into Aaron's shoulder, banging on the older mans back. "I can't lose her. She'll wake up if they fix her."

Derek knows they can't.

Derek walks into the dead room of his girlfriend and only cries.

Y/F/N talks to the nurses about unplugging Y/n but the rights aren't given to him.

Y/n signed them over to Derek, years ago, before they started dating.

"I'm not killing her." He pushes the board aside. "I'm not going to kill my wife because she's going to wake up and she is going to be here with us a month from now and I'm going to get to propose and she is going to say yes, and- and- and I'm not killing her." The tears never stop.

"We need at least 6 hours and thats when you make your final decision." The doctor tells Derek but he doesn't want to hear it.

"I'm not killing her." He repeats himself.

"Would she want to be a vegetable?" Aaron asks Derek. "Y/n chose you because she knows you'd do the right thing. Do what she would do Derek."

"You have to do what she would do. Even if that means letting her go."

"I can't let her go." Derek grabs on to the cold hand.

He knows what Y/n would want. And even though it kills him. When the doctor comes around six hours later, Derek can barely get the words out.

"Bring me a pen."