#moreid fic

[beautifulbrainrot]

Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan

cw 18+ mutual masturbation, phone sex, sub!spence , s5!spence

The trilling of his cellphone is what woke Derek from his sleep, the loud sound instantly pulling out of his dreams.

Sleepily, he reached for his phone on the nightstand, grabbing it and bringing it towards his ear. He answered without looking at the contact, his sleepy voice grumbling out his surname, assuming it was a work call considering he was on a case.

“Morgan.” He spoke, his voice rough.

“Derek, it’s me.” A small voice whispered. It took Derek’s sleep hazy brain a few seconds to detect who was on the other end of the phone, but it soon clicked that it was Spencer.

“Hey, pretty boy, why’re you calling me at,” He mumbled, checking the time as he spoke, “Almost 1 am?” He finished after seeing the time, voice laced with confusion as to why Spencer was calling him at this time.

“I just- I missed you.. It’s hard being stuck here while you're out on a case.” Spencer mumbled into the phone, suddenly feeling embarrassed about how desperate and clingy he sounded.

Derek sighed and smiled fondly, he understood exactly how he felt, the last few cases without Spencer being along with him were just as difficult for him.

“I miss you too, baby.” He smiled.

Spencer blushed and tried, but failed, to suppress a lovesick grin.

“Oh yeah.. how much did you miss me?” Spencer asked coyly, biting his lip shyly as he awaited Dereks response.

Derek laughed softly, instantly recognising the teasing tone, and smile in his boyfriend's voice.

“So much, baby boy..”He answered, his voice low and matching spencer’s teasing tone.

Blood rushed down to Spencer's clothed cock at Derek's tone and words, blush spreading across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“Really?” He asked, half teasing and half serious, truly wanting to know if Derek missed him as much as he missed him.

“Yeah, baby.. Can’t stop thinking about you..” Morgan replied, his cock stiffening in his boxers as he thought about Spencer on the other end of the phone. He could easily imagine what he was doing, most likely laying on their bed, clad in nothing but some pale lilac boxer briefs. Spencer was probably hard from the teasing, maybe already running a hand down his exposed torso towards his hard cock.

“I know you’re hard, baby. I want you to touch yourself for me..” Derek spoke, his sleep rough voice sending a shiver down Spencer's spine.

Spencer nodded softly, before realising Derek couldn’t see him.

“Okay..” he whispered softly, hand travelling down his chest to his cock, rubbing softly over his length through the thin fabric of his underwear. A soft moan fell from Spencer's lips, the sound going right through Derek's phone speaker to his now rock hard cock. Derek brought his own hand down to pull himself out of his boxers, stroking his length as he listened to Spencer’s whines.

Spencer moaned as he freed his aching cock from his briefs, wiping his thumb over the leaking head and collecting the pre come there, which he then slicked down his length.

Morgan groaned over the phone as he listened to Spencer's gasps and moans as he pleasured himself, his own hand working his thick cock.

“That’s it baby, make yourself feel good, you deserve it.” Morgan praised. Spencer whimpered in response, jerking himself off slowly, teasing his cock in the way Morgan would if he was with him.

Morgan’s heavy pants over the phone spurred Spencer on, his strokes of his cock getting faster, whines and whimpers spilling out of his mouth.

Morgan’s own release was approaching, Spencer whining in his ear bringing him closer to the edge.

“Come on baby, come for me.” Morgan breathed, Spencer choked out a broken moan as he came over his hand and chest, writhing as he overstimulated himself slightly with his hand in the way Morgan would.

Hearing Spencer reach his release pushed Morgan over the edge, coming hard over himself like Spencer had just done.

wow ash using capital letters? who would’ve thunk it

this will be posted on my ao3 as well, same @ as on here <3

[nhasablogg]

Your back beneath the sun, wishin' I could write my name on it

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Reid/Morgan

Summary: Spencer spends some time in the sun which reveals that he has freckles on his back. Derek becomes a little infatuated with them.

Words: 1.5k

It was July, a sleepiness stretching over the town along with the heat and dust which Spencer would choke on as walked out onto the melting streets. He’d never been a fan of July. Not a fan of summers in general. He couldn’t stand the heat, he couldn’t stand the thought of being forced to go home to an empty apartment, or to visit his mother who seemed to be worse after each visit, for weeks on end. Although he did admit he enjoyed the extra time he could dedicate to his own research, not that his job ever really stopped him from doing it anyway.

This July was different. This July contained Derek, clad in cotton shirts and bathing shorts and ridiculous hats and t-shirts with the words “I love Vegas” printed on them. “You have to stop buying those,” Spencer told him, rolling his eyes and hiding his smile as Derek straightened proudly after each purchase. “They’re just stealing your money.”

“I don’t care. I look good in them.”

Spencer had to admit there weren’t many things that Derek looked bad in anyway.

Another reason Spencer didn’t like summer was the frequent sunburns he suffered despite mostly hiding in the shade. There was always one careless weekend which left him pink and peeling. He’d gotten better at avoiding them as he got older. Sunscreen and hats and non-white shirts for protection, even while hunched over a book in the shade, although it got harder to stay out of the water with Derek Morgan there, who kept picking him up and running into the somehow still too cold waves as Spencer threatened his life. He was always laughing toward the end of it, after he’d come out spluttering and pointing and frowning in a way he knew wouldn’t last. Because of the trips to the lake and pool Spencer was exposed to the sun in short batches, leaving him with a quite nice tan for the first time in many years.

Derek was obsessed with it. “You have freckles.”

“I do?”

“On your back. Here.” He poked a spot just below Spencer’s shoulder blade. “Here.” Again on his spine. “Here.” 

The poke landed too close to his lower back this time and Spencer found himself jerking away. “H-hey! Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” He could hear Derek’s smirk without even seeing him. “Did it tickle?”

“Shut up.”

“Awe, come on. You’ve not shown this at all when I’ve applied sunscreen to your back. Have you been holding back on me?” He poked him again and Spencer couldn’t help the giggle that escaped this time. “Oh my god, you’re so cute. How is a grown man cute.”

Spencer twisted around and held up his hands. “Mercy.”

“Hmm, what’s in it for me?”

It would be so easy to say something along the lines of “a kiss” or anything like it, but this was all new, mostly unexplored, and Spencer wasn’t sure if that was too forward even though they’d kissed plenty of times by then. Maybe it was because they were both shirtless, Derek glistening with oil and water drops, tilting his head in a way at him that made Spencer blush.

He looked away, suddenly fascinated by the water. “You’ll never catch me,” was all he said and he was off, Derek laughing as he chased him into the waves and the freckles were forgotten for the time being.

*

“Are you asleep?”

It wasn’t late. 4:37 in the afternoon. The room was stuffy despite the rickety fan on the desk, the curtains were drawn in the hopes of cooling the room down, and Spencer lay there feeling Derek’s fingertips on his skin for ten more seconds before he answered. “No.”

Derek hummed, scraping his nails lightly over Spencer’s arm, up and down until he shivered. “I’m bored, but I’m too tired to do anything.” A poke to his shoulder. “You should entertain me, since I’m your guest.”

Spencer let out a laugh. “Is that how it works?”

“Yup.”

“We could plan where to go for dinner?” Spencer had to admit it was fun showing him around his home town, going to places he wouldn’t really go to himself as an old local.

Derek sighed. “Boring.”

Spencer turned to look at him. “Aren’t you picky.”

Derek suddenly grinned. “I know what we can do.”

Spencer’s heart skipped a beat. “What-”

Derek shoved him back to his side. “Stay still.”

“Derek.”

“I wanna connect your freckles. Find constellations.”

“Do you even know any constellations?”

“Sure. Orion’s Belt. Look, there it is.” He poked Spencer’s skin three times before lightly tracing his finger over the same spots again, making Spencer jump. “I said be still.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can. I believe in you.”

Spencer rolled over to his stomach and buried his face in the pillow, giggling into it as Derek kept drawing random patterns over his skin, from his shoulder to the curve of his lower back. Not all of it tickled, but it tickled enough that it left him a bit of a mess, unsure of when he would go for a sensitive spot. Giddy and jumpy. He could tell Derek was enjoying himself, although he kept up the pretense of connecting freckles and making constellations throughout the whole thing, laughing between his words.

“Please, it’s hot,” Spencer finally said when Derek remained at his lower back for a little too long, curling his fingers over both sides and leaving Spencer with little space to get away. He’d started sweating, which probably worked against him and made it tickle even worse.

Derek made a big show out of stopping. “Fine,” he said with a sigh, throwing himself down onto the bed again. “Back to being bored then.”

Spencer huffed and rolled over so that he was lying on his back, realizing he was exposing all of his other spots and feeling too tired to care. “You’re so mean to me.”

“Am not.”

“First you call me boring, then you torture me.”

“Mm, you loved it. I didn’t get elbowed a single time.” He scooted closer and pressed his lips to Spencer’s temple, despite his sweat. Spencer didn’t stop him, although he felt self conscious about it.

They remained silent for a moment, finding relief as the fan panned over them over and over. Spencer nearly fell asleep had his stomach not made the loudest sound known to humanity which had Derek cracking up.

“You hungry, huh?” he said, poking at it and making Spencer whine as he jerked away. “Let’s get ready for dinner then. Or do you need a snack first?”

“Will it be an actual snack or will you just offer yourself again?”

“You’re no fun, Spence.”

*

Derek applied sunscreen onto Spencer’s back with care the next morning, palms kneading into his shoulders and shoulder blades, fingertips pressing into his sides, none of it ticklish and yet Spencer felt on edge. He knew Derek was probably doing it on purpose, and he was expecting the eventual tickle that came as he finished, quick flutters over his lower back and the back of his ribs, making him let out a laugh which was too loud, too panicked, yet short-lived.

Derek was grinning when Spencer turned to glare at him, something about them not being alone at the tip of his tongue, but Derek swallowed it with his lips, fingers spidering up Spencer’s sides before settling at his neck, holding his jaw gently as he kissed him again.

It was already too hot that morning, and so Spencer would blame the heat for the way his face flushed when they parted. “Do you ever get freckles on your front?” Derek asked before he could say anything, and while Spencer didn’t reply they both knew the answer was probably yes. “Speaking of that,” he added nonchalantly. “Do you need help applying sunscreen to your belly? I feel like you’re not doing a good enough job.”

“I frankly feel offended even though I know you’re kidding.

“Who’s kidding?”

Spencer huffed and threw Derek’s stupid Las Vegas cap at him as Derek laughed. “You’re so annoying. I’m leaving you in Virginia next time.”

“Lies. You’ll miss me too much. Who will put sunscreen on you if I’m not here?”

“You do realize I wouldn’t be spending nearly as much time in the sun if you weren’t here, right?”

“And that explains why you didn’t know you had freckles.” Derek poked his side. “Can’t wait until I get to connect them on your front. I’m gonna force you to sunbathe today.”

Spencer shoved him away. “I’m protesting.”

“Oh, you have no choice, pretty boy.”

“Stop acting as if you wouldn’t tickle me without the freckles anyway.”

“But this makes it much more fun, doesn’t it?” Derek grinned and Spencer blushed and they were soon in the water again before Spencer could even protest it.

Maybe Derek Morgan was making him like julys, after all.

[spritehouse]

hanahaki au but it can take months to years to fully develop.

hanahaki au where the feelings that caused the disease can fade, taking the flowers with it, but you can never be sure.

hanahaki au where the amount of flowers ebb and wane depending on the person's emotionally state, their relationship with the person of their affections, and their relationship with their love for that person.

hanahaki au that reflects more than the character's emotions for the person they're in love with, symptoms seeping into their everyday emotions & decision-making just like their feelings.

hanahaki au where sometimes the scariest thing is how unsure you are about everything, but you have to make important decisions before it's too late without knowing when that is.

unrequited moreid.

[satchels-and-socks]

Love can rise out of the ashes

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, heartbroken Spencer, frustrated and longing Derek

Pairing: Moreid

Summary: Spencer is heartbroken after Maeve. Spencer locks himself away and becomes a shell of his formal self. Derek realized something and is determined to show Spencer that life goes on and how someone other than Maeve is truly in love with him.

It had been two weeks after Dr. Maeve Donovan's death. It absolutely drove Spencer mad that they couldn't save her he couldn't believe that he wasn't able to save the love of his life but, one thing was for certain it wasn't for the lack of trying they were just too late.

Maybe if he was faster maybe if he was smarter he could have saved her. If perhaps he was strong like Morgan and even smarter than he was he would have been able to save her life.

Or perhaps maybe he was cursed maybe if he hadn't met her maybe she would still be alive. Maybe it was his fault it just seems like anyone he loved leaves him in one way or the other.

Spencer had still been working although he doesn't really leave his apartment he keeps himself busy by joining cases over the phone. The other team members have accepted the fact that he's not ready or perhaps will never be ready to go back into the field again so they just use him for his amazing academic skills although he doesn't feel like a genius anymore.

Spencer hardly ever sleeps in his bed anymore he usually passes out on the couch with a book across this chest. He eats enough to keep himself alive but he really doesn't enjoy it anymore he feels like his life ended the day Marve's did.

Derek for some reason had become more and more irritable. Sometimes snapping at people for no reason or at least not a reason anyone could think of.

"Damnit chocolate thunder you've been madder than a wet hornet for nearly two weeks now and it needs to end now! There's no sense of it I mean my God I hardly get to see our beautiful gray matter anymore he's my best friend he's like a brother to me. Now you're my best friend and you hardly even talk to me or flirt with me over the phone anymore now what is going on with you?"Penelope huffed out harshly in a very sharp voice totally out of her sweet and passive sweetness that she usually has when talking to Derek.

"I'm sorry baby girl I don't mean to be such a jackass. It's just I realize something about myself and it's pissing me off. I realize that I'm in love with someone and I don't know what to do about it. I realized I've been in love with someone and I don't know what the hell to do about it so I'm not mad at you I guess I'm mad at myself and mad at a dead person."Derek grumbled and closed his eyes.

"I need you to breathe chocolate thunder and I need you to look at me. I know you're not really mad at a dead person but, you really are in love with our boy genius aren't you? You've been in love with him for years and haven't really realized it."Penelope said softly changing her tone a little bit realizing it wasn't her that he was mad at. Her whole demeanor changed her best friend was in love with her brother and it kind of warmed her heart she smiled a little.

"I think you might be right. I just never realized how much I loved him until I saw how much it hurt him to see her die. I wanted just to wrap him up in my arms I wanted to hold him but at the same time I knew that it wasn't the right time."Derek could feel his own heart breaking even more he just wanted to fix Spencer to hold him to tell him that he loved him to show him that everything would be okay in time to tell him that he had been in love with him since the first time he saw him.

"So instead you keep those feelings to yourself and set by and watch the love of your life destroy himself? I know you're hurting but you can't take it out on everyone else it isn't right. I know you may not want to hear this but, if you really do love him and you love him all this time you need to tell him. If you want to hold him tell him how you feel because I tell you right now he loves you the same way he always has. Right now he really needs someone to help him through this rough time I know we've all been trying but I really think he needs you I think he loves you too but he doesn't know that you love him." Penelope said quietly looking at Derek with sweetness in her eyes.

"Yeah baby girl you're right I mean you usually are. I'm not sure what I need to say though. I mean there is a chance that he might not love me the same way that I love him." Derek closed his eyes and set on the break room table putting his feet on a chair.

"Maybe I can help you write a note to slip under his door. Maybe I can help you put your feelings into words you can tell him how you really feel. I know there is a chance he might not feel the same way but I'm pretty sure that he loves you the way you love him you ought to see the way he looks at you. But, even if he doesn't he's still going to love you like a brother I can tell that that would never change there's too much love in him for that to change. But, you'll never know unless you try unless you tell him how you feel don't wait until it's too late you'll regret it." Penelope said quietly she pulled out a chair and sat down in front of him taking one of his hands and rubbing it softly.

Derek looked at her and smiled sadly he nodded his head knowing that she was right he had to do it no matter how much he tried to hide it he was in love with Spencer he closed his eyes and opened them as if he was trying to clear his mind before speaking.

"Yeah I think we should write that note you can help me word it if you want to. I know what I want to say I just don't know exactly know how to put it in words."Derek smiled and took Penelope's hand that was rubbing his and kissed it gently.

The two best friends worked on that note for hours trying to get it just exactly the way that Derek wanted.

Spencer was wondering around his apartment Reading a book in different rooms trying everything to keep his mind off of her. He wanted to move on he really did but he didn't know if he could because that was the first time he ever felt anything for anyone except he had feelings for Derek but he didn't know what they were.

Spencer got out a little saucepan and put on some water to make macaroni and cheese. He then got out a little pan for the oven and placed some dinosaur chicken nuggets on it he placed it on top of the stove while waiting for the oven to preheat.

Spencer then proceeded to walk into the living room setting on the couch continuing to read a book. He jumped a little when he saw a note slipping underneath the crack of his front door.

Spencer got the letter in unfolded it he was looking it over.

Dear Spencer,

I know you're going through a rough time right now and nothing I can say can make it any easier not really. I know losing your first love is a tough thing to go through and more likely than not you'll never ever forget it.

But, she would want you to be happy she would want you to find happiness you know love can rise from the ashes. Beautiful things can come your way and maybe just maybe there's someone who has always loved you since the first time they laid eyes on you.

Why do you think I call you pretty boy all the time? Did you think it was some kind of a joke I mean yeah perhaps a little of it was teasing but you are very pretty in fact you're beautiful. I always did love you but I didn't know how much I loved you until I saw how losing Dr Donovan hurt you I hate seeing you hurting like that because I love you very much. Pretty boy I don't want you to go through this alone I'm here for you whether you love me as a brother or a lover I don't care I want to help you through this.

I'm waiting right outside your door and if you love me it doesn't matter in what way open it up and let me in I want to help you please let me help you.

Love you forever and always,

Derek Hank Morgan

Spencer's eyes begin to tear up when he read those words he watched as little puddles appeared on the piece of notebook paper. He stood up slowly and peeked out his peak hole to see if Derek was standing there and he was. Derek was standing there staring at his feet Spencer wondered if this was just some kind of cruel joke he hesitated for a little bit before putting his hand on the door knob he opened it slowly.

Spencer didn't say a word he just stared at Derek his eyes were red and puffy he's been crying so much. He carefully wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his baggy sweatshirt.

"Hey pretty boy can I come in or are we just going to stay out in the hallway like this?" Derek ask with a little smile he stepped a little closer to Spencer.

Spencer winched a little but didn't pull away as Derek pulled him into a tight hug Spencer hugged him back. Spencer sniffled a little still hugging Derek.

"Derek I'm so confused. I loved her I think she might have been my first love but I love you too. I think I have for a while."Spencer mumbled into Derek's shoulder still hugging him really tightly.

"I know kiddo I know it hurts it probably hurts like hell. I love you and I'm here to help you let me help you let me take care of you could ya do that for me kid? We'll take it slow as slow as you want we'll get through this we'll get through this together kiddo."Derek said giving Spencer a tight squeeze before letting go and put in a little space between them so he could look Spencer in the eyes.

"I love you too very much Derek I'm making some lunch it's not much but I like it if you would join me. It's macaroni and cheese and dinosaur chicken nuggets."Spencer said really softly as he gave Derek a little soft kiss on the lips before opening the door and walking inside hoping that Derek would follow him.

Derek huffed out a little laugh and followed Spencer inside setting on the couch he watched him for a moment before speaking.

"Yeah that sounds great kid but I'm going to make us dinner tonight. We'll get through this kiddo I promise it might take a while but we'll get through this." Derek said with a little smile on his face.

The end....? (There may be a part two)

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[moreid-left-sock]

hello !

hiii fellow readers and friends of the sort ! *waves excitedly*

i found trying to find other rec pages that fit my niche was a bit difficult so i decided to go ahead and give it a try myself :)

brief introduction of who i am, so we can get to know each other and make this blog a safe and free space for all:

i am 19 yrs old and you, my fellow reader, can call me si (or left sock, lolz). my pronouns are she/her and i am a black young woman. i ask for you all to respect me as i respect you <3.

nowww, that we got that out of the way... below you can find all posts that i reblogged (warning! most are moreid related, so if you don't care to be around that you can go ahead and just jump into the tag page and click on the no pairing link, where you will find mostly spencer reid whump or the team being a family)

and without a further ado, enjoyyyy ! <3

[ao3feed-moreid]

by Parthenon226

What happened directly after the ending of "What Could Possibly Go Wrong".

It's smut. They have sex. What else is there to say lol.

Words: 8540, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

Fandoms: Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Spencer Reid

Relationships: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Boys In Love, Boys Kissing, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, First Time, Possessive Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Spencer Reid is Not a Virgin, Jealous Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Talking, A lot of talking, I give up

[jakeonao3]

"Your boyfriend wants to talk to you." Hotch handed the phone to Morgan that was starting to blushing by the statement and said, "I don't have a boyfriend." Hotch rolled his eyes without saying anything else, and left the room.

As soon as Derek put the phone on his ear, he heard Reid on the other line "Morgan? Are you there?" It seemed it wasn't the first time he was trying to get his attention.

He cleared his throat and tried to speak. "Yeah, 'm here. What's up, Reid?" There was a chuckle on the other line. "No pretty boy this time?" Morgan's eyes went wide and he began to think shitshitshit he's onto me "Ehm..." He coughed again "Uh, yeah. What's up pretty boy?" His voice cracked and went higher on the last two words without his consent.

There was a long pause before one of them broke the silence.

"Hey, Derek." He only used his name when he was worried about him or when they were off duty. And since they were currently on a case, he must have been worried. You could hear it in his tone. "Are you okay?"

He smiled thinking about Reid being able to know if there was something off with him even when he only said little words. "Yeah, all good." It wasn't an outright lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. He was thinking about Hotch saying your boyfriend speaking about Morgan and Reid's relationship, and how he wanted so bad for it to be real.

His thoughts were cut off by Spencer's voice, harsh but gentle. "Cut the crap Morgan, I know there's something bothering you and I'm not going to let it go until you tell me what it is." It was strange to hear him swear. So strange that he froze for a moment and didn't know how to respond to that.

When he felt like his voice returned to him and was about to speak, he heard a knock on the door. "Hold on Reid." He said to the phone.

He went to open the door and said, "Come in." to the person on the other side of it, before it opened wide and a wild Reid entered the room. He closed the door and said, "Derek." firmly and with authority. "Tell me what's wrong."

Morgan ended the call and put his phone into his pocket. He looked everywhere but Reid's eyes. "Reid, what are you doing here?"

Spencer didn't give up though. "Listen Derek, there is surely something that's bothering you, and I want to help you in any way I can. Because, if you haven't forgotten, we're still on a case and if you keep behaving like this, I don't think we'll be able to solve it without your head in the game."

"Okay, I'll tell you what is it." He paused to take in a deep breath. "But don't you laugh on me, alright?"

"Okay." Reid said and went quiet, waiting on Morgan to spit it out.

"Before Hotch gave me the phone, he-" He paused again, not contemplating if he should say it out loud. But most of all, he didn't know if he should tell him. "He said something that made me think."

Reid kept giving him time to form words but gave Morgan a look that told him to go on and that he wouldn't judge him. Gosh, he really hoped he wouldn't.

He kept going. "And I know it's insane to think that something like that could even be real, but-" He lifted his gaze to Reid's eyes and continued, "I thought about it and I- I'd like it to be real you know?"

Reid clouded closer to him, getting into his personal space. He placed a hand on the other man's shoulder and kept their eyes locked together.

"What are you talking about? What did Hotch say? You're scaring me. What's going on?"

Morgan, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and it wouldn't ruin their relationship forever, said, "I'm talking about this."

With that, he gently placed his hands on Reid's hips and gave him the time to reject his touch and him, but instead he seemed to get frustrated.

He moved a little closer. His face looking down at Reid's lips and up to his eyes. "Just kiss me already, Der-" He didn't give him time to finish that sentence because he closed the already small gap between them and slotted their lips together.

It was hard and sloppy, they both were waiting to do this for years. Years of pining. Years of thinking the other didn't love them back.

Morgan gasped and Reid took that as an invitation to slip his tongue into his mouth and meet the other man's. Morgan felt like they were two horny teenagers that couldn't stop making out.

The kiss broke when someone cleared their throat at the doorframe of the room. "Finally!" Said JJ with a bright smile. "We're ready to give the profile and you two lovebirds should stop doing what you were doing before someone finds out you were making out in the sheriff's office."

They were so happy they couldn't stop smiling during the whole profile speech.

[redwithjoon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid Additional Tags: Sleep Deprivation, ha., First Time Blow Jobs, Fluff, Thigh Fuck, Rimming, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, but not in that way, Morning After, how do you be extremely filthy in a semi-virginal way? ask dr. spencer reid, Facials Series: Part 2 of IQ Slashed. Summary:

“I would suck you off if I knew how. But it’s not like I can practice on anyone, every time I shove my fingers down my throat I kept gagging–”

“Well you can learn, you like learning, don’t you? Think of it as a hands-on experience.”

In which Spencer is sleep-deprived and insanely bored, thankfully, someone is there to keep him company, helping him do what he likes most. Research.

[reinanova]

what are some of the unspoken rules of the BAU?

obviously we’ve got “no inter-team profiling” but what else is there?

for example: “parties are always hosted at the rossi mansion” and “mandatory team movie nights with popcorn”

this may or may not be related to a fic idea i had/want to write and i’ve got some ideas of unspoken rules but if you have more please lmk!

(can be as serious or as silly as you’d like)

[tobias-hankel]

❤️2023 Quan-Tea-Co Fics Recs🖤

The wonderful members of our discord server, Quan-Tea-Co, have written a lot of fanfics this year - this is the rec list!

🖤 SFW No Ship Fics

the friendship we have is a rare find by cherubcurls, Gen, In and out. “I've got this.” she affirmed to herself breathily, looking down at her hands that held two cups of coffee rather than one, still steaming, still fresh. Her heart swelled with affection. She grinned, “We've got this.” OR; Penelope and Spencer agree to meet up to have a study session before finals. A couple of things change and they end up not studying at all.

and i saw my life in photographs of faded memories by whateverislovely, Gen, Morgan reminds him just a little too much of the football players who bullied him relentlessly all through high school and even college. He’s big and imposing, with bulging muscles and a look on his face that says, Are you kidding me? when Hotch informs him that Spencer is the newest member of the BAU team. Five times Spencer misinterprets Morgan's intentions, and one time he's finally able to straighten things out.

where do we begin to get clean again by whateverislovely, Teen, Spencer often participates in toasts with the group using water or tea or potato chips instead of alcohol. This fic explores the events that may have led him to stop drinking.

silence like a cancer grows by whateverislovely, Teen, Diana doesn’t forgive Spencer for having her institutionalized… at least, not right away.

❤️Mature No Ship Fics

Surrender by @starzzyeyed, Mature, He doesn't want this, not really. He never wanted it. But he's in too deep now, and getting out seems less and less possible as the days trickle on, like sand through an hourglass. Or: An in depth look at Reid's addiction, and what it might have been like for him.

what’s this, the consequences of my actions? by cherubcurls, Mature, Because Spencer wasn’t used to safe. He needed adrenaline to pump through his veins and soften the blow for him to have a good day. His family never really liked how violent he was. OR; Spencer comes back home from a particularly horrible fight and his Dad is less than amused.

Solved Game by Boots17, Mature, Solved game: a game whose outcome can be correctly predicted from any position, assuming that the game is played perfectly. A season 12 canon divergence in which Mr. Scratch dies a little too early, Reid accepts the plea deal, and Cat Adams plays a very long game. Years later, the two finally get their rematch.

Ships are under the cut

🖤SFW Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

A Gentle Touch Hurts So Much by ProfessorWorm, Gen, Spencer has unaddressed childhood fears dredged up by Aaron’s attempt to help him recover from his knee injury.

Day 4 - FFC - Second Love by a1_kitkat, Teen, Spencer never much cared for anniversaries, neither does Aaron… this time there’s an exception.

There Are Secrets That We Still Have Left To Find by @starzzyeyed, Not Rated, Spencer Reid is seven years old the first time he comes out to anyone. Three times Spencer comes out, across three different points in his life, all with three very different outcomes.

❤️NSFW/Mature Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

Subscribed by AestheticTek and @goobzoop, Explicit, After stressful cases, Hotch finds that camming in lingerie helps him to decompress, while Reid happens to stumble upon the most attractive man that greatly resembles his biggest crush, his boss.

The Absence of Sound by BluePenguinLightning, Mature, The sudden onslaught of sounds startled Spencer Reid awake, not that he ever slept well anyway. He hadn’t slept well in two hundred and seventy-four days. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure how he managed to make it that far. In which Reid somehow manages to survive a sadistic psychopath but that's only the beginning.

kill your indulgences by cherubcurls, Explicit, Hotch was his; his to keep, his to possess, his to feed on. “No,” he tried to mumble. As best as he could with his canines still firmly lodged onto his throat. “Mine.” OR; Hotch lets Spencer feed on him.

The Boy by house_of_lantis, Explicit, Lord Aaron Hotchner is one of the most ruthless rulers of the City. But despite his fearsome reputation, Lord Hotchner is respected by his people and beloved by those closest to him. He strives to bring order and justice to the City and to protect it from anyone who dared threaten it. Spencer is the newest addition to Aaron’s private harem, stolen from his previous master. Affectionately nicknamed the Boy, he is the exclusive body slave to Lord Hotchner and he learns to navigate the politics of the harem.

Hide and Seek by Highway58, Explicit, An Unsub fixates on the BAU Team, determined to make them his passion project. Spencer Reid is his ultimate target but in order to get to him, he has to go through the people he holds most dear in his life.

Heathen by Highway58, Explicit, The dreams would not stop. Ever since the unexpected case in Las Vegas when he forced himself to confront his painful past, Spencer Reid had not been able to sleep. The visions haunted him relentlessly... he couldn't resist the need to forget it all. Something was happening to him. Something he'd been suppressing for most of his life, ever since that one moment in his childhood he couldn't--wouldn't--face. Soon, very soon... he wouldn't be able to resist his own biology. Even though he had no idea it was even part of him. He was just a Beta... right? Spencer Reid approaches a crossroads he never imagined he could face.

Ain't Always Gold by Highway58, Explicit, Omega Spencer gets knocked up by his Mate Aaron Hotchner in the wake of Emily's death and he doesn't know it until it's about to kill him.

Call Me Daddy by goobzoop, Explicit, Aaron teaches Spencer how to date, but it’s not women he’s making him better for. It’s himself.

Let Me Be Your Only Choice by TobiasHankel, Explicit, After Spencer is kidnapped by Hankel, the team expects to find the omega scared and possibly beaten. They didn’t expect to find Spencer next to a dead Alpha and dying from bond rejection. With limited options and a dying Spencer, Hotch is forced to make a decision that Spencer can’t even consent to in order to save his life.

Every Version of You by goobzoop, Explicit, Hotch's whole world comes crashing down the moment he witnesses his husband get injured right in front of him. Spencer makes it through, but the road to recovery is more difficult than he could have ever imagined. Or, amnesia fic!

A Fool There Was by reasonablerodents, Explicit, Hotch is using Spencer to take out his frustrations regarding his failing marriage. Spencer is so desperately in love with him that he’ll put up with anything- just as long as he can be close to Hotch.

Touch The Leather by reasonablerodents, Explicit, “Well, the problem with shoes is- um, they’re dirty, there’s a staggering amount of bacteria even on the cleanest ones, I don’t want…” He trails off again, swallowing hard. Or: Hotch wants Spencer to prove how much he loves him.

Room on the Third Floor by Matthew1972, Explicit, One minute Aaron Hotchner is walking free, contemplating a forever with Spencer… the next he gets snatched away. Locked up in a cage to the whims of an unsub unlike any other he's ever faced. A hunter and wildcat shifter trafficker. But then, his inner panther and human self alike refuse to be tamed and collared to live out his days as the wildcat alone. To be another victim sold. Will his defiance become his downfall? Or does Aaron get to return home to Spencer and see through on his proposal?

🖤SFW Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Maybe Someday Soon by @justjasper, Teen, "Derek talks about you." The Morgan women know that he's in love with Reid. They also know that he is absolutely clueless about it.

Washed Away by TobiasHankel, Teen, It had been over a year since Spencer Reid went missing after he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. He was presumed to be dead, but Morgan refused to believe it and move on. After a case takes the team back to the same state Spencer went missing in, Morgan might just get the answers he has been looking for.

❤️ NSFW/Mature Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Spun Hearts by JustJasper, Explicit, After a harrowing case Morgan needs control, and Reid needs a fix, and they wind up in bed. Reid sees this as a potential evolution of their relationship, but Morgan is adament that he's not gay. The path towards what they both want isn't a simple one, and a recurring case brings some painful things to bare as they both try to navigate what they are to each other.

When We're Together, Our Bodies They Start Fires by JustJasper, Explicit, 2x06, "The Boogey Man", Reid sits in a police station practicing trying to lockpick a pair of handcuffs with a paperclip. Some short time later, he misses a hangout with Morgan, who goes to check on him.

🖤 Other Ships

Home by KatrioneSpecterRossi, Explicit, Emily Prentiss/David Rossi, Usually when there's a disturbance in the middle of the night, it involves Emily waking up from a PTSD-induced nightmare with her gun pointing at her bed partner's head. This time when she wakes up, it's for a very different reason...that turns out being a great deal more fun.

Level Pegging by Starzzy, Explicit, Elle Greenaway/Spencer Reid, “I don’t need, or frankly have the time to have sex,” he manages at last, somehow forcing his feet to move and take him forwards to the coffee maker. He almost forgoes the sugar entirely, wanting the bitter taste to wake him up from this walking nightmare he seems to be living in right now. “All I’m saying is, you wouldn’t be my first,” Elle says as she comes up to stand next to him.

❤️ Crossovers

I Used to Dread the Thought of Falling Quickly by Chaotic_Librarian, Explicit, Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Spencer Reid/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Spencer Reid/Dean Winchester, Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester, Spencer Reid knows how to stumble into odd situations. But being kidnapped and then promptly flirted with? Seduced? by two of the FBI's Most Wanted? That has to take the cake. That, however, won't stop him from falling in love.

Entertained by Chaotic_Librarian, Explicit, Supernatural, Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester, Sam's sitting on his bar stool on the miniature stage again, his guitar in his lap.  Another stool serving as his table with a half-drunk glass of whiskey, he looks out across the mediocre crowd.  Typical Wednesday. That's his preferred crowd, anyway.  Joanne managing the bar, Pauline working the floor, and him on the stage as cheap entertainment.  Strumming his guitar and singing country songs he learned by heart years ago.  Sometimes he'll do requests.  But not often.  Not a lot of Kansans approach the stage when he's playing.  They just let him do his thing.

I Must Admit that I was Reeling by Chaotic_Librarian, Explicit, Supernatural, Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester, Aaron Hotchner/Dean Winchester, Spencer goes way too far to get closure on his fling with Sam Winchester. Because it was just a fling, right? It's not like they're meant to be, right?

To Love And To Be Loved In Return by reasonablerodents and Starzzy, Mature, Grease (1978), Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia/Derek Morgan, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner accepted a long time ago that he was never going to be able to be his true self. Not only was it illegal, it was highly unlikely that he’d ever find someone willing to be in hiding with him for the rest of their lives, unless America got a whole lot more open and accepting. That all changes when Spencer Reid transfers to Oakdale to finish his senior year.

Thank you everyone for making such great works this last year! The Quan-Tea-Co server is open to new members as long as you are over 18 years old. Invite Link.

[enbyspencerr]

the fact that there are no fics of derek inviting spencer along to spend christmas with him & his family... i NEED to see the shenanigans of dereks sisters meeting spencer and embarassing their baby brother + fran frazzling out about the holidays... i need spencer playing with derek's nieces and cousins....

[nhasablogg]

I once read a fic that was about Spencer accidentally handcuffing himself to his bed cause he was practicing escaping them and Derek found him and basically nsfw things went down BUT what if you replaced the nsfw activities with tickles 👀👀👀

Spencer wouldn’t necessarily call himself someone who was prone to luck, other than the fact that he was born as a white male in the 20th-21st century, and really, he was one among many. Sometimes he even considered this a misfortune seeing as certain things were now expected of him which he very rarely managed to fulfill. He was skinny and fidgety and intelligent in a way which had always made him an outcast in certain areas of his life. And with outcast he meant severely bullied as a child and not always warmly received as an adult. And it was fine. He didn’t care. Who was he to wish for a community anyway.

He was around nine - no dad, mom acting in a way he yet couldn’t comprehend - when he decided that luck was not on his side and that he would have to fight for everything in his life other than a splash of white male rights, and so he had never really considered himself very lucky.

Until Derek Morgan entered his bedroom one random Friday evening without having been invited, that was.

“What the hell?”

“I would say the same thing - because how the hell did you even get in here - but I have frankly never been happier to see you in my life.”

“Reid, what- is it an UnSub? Wait, we’re not even working a case.”

“It’s not an UnSub.”

Something flickered across Derek’s face. “Is it a lady?” His wagging eyebrows were enough to have Spencer flushing, until he added “or a gentleman, I don’t judge,” which really had him wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

“It’s not. Shut up.”

“Are you really in a position to be rude to me here, pretty boy?”

Derek was, of course, right. Spencer shifted, grateful that he was at the very least sitting on the bed rather than the floor which had been his first choice before he’d changed his mind about forty minutes ago. “Sorry, sorry, just- get me out of here, please.”

Derek hummed as he approached him. “Well, you did say please. But I gotta know how this even happened first. You owe me that much.”

“I think you owe me an explanation as to why you’re barging into my apartment.”

“I think I barged in just at the right time, didn’t I?”

Spencer relented. “I was trying to practice my escape skills.”

“Ah. And then you couldn’t escape.”

“Something like that.”

“What was your plan for this exact scenario then?”

“I have brunch plans tomorrow with Garcia and she would eventually realize something was up and find me. Or the cops would. I don’t know.” He pulled at his trapped arms, grateful that the handcuffs at the very least weren’t messing up his blood circulation. They were merely tight enough to stop him from slipping out, cuffed to his sides in a way that didn’t hurt. He’d decided he wanted to start slow, not realizing he wouldn’t get any further than this.

“That would be like 15 hours from now.”

Derek was blinking incredulously at him. It was embarrassing. Maybe being found by Garcia in 15 hours would’ve been better.

He averted his gaze. “I know. I just- I guess I wanted to prove myself.”

Derek sat down on the mattress next to him. “To the team?”

“And myself.”

He sighed. “We’ll have a proper talk about this eventually. I guess I should get you out first. Where’s the key?”

“Uh.”

“Spencer.”

“I’m not sure?”

Derek moved his gaze to the ceiling. “Of course you’re not. Why would this rescue mission be easy.”

“I thought I’d get out without it, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, well, clearly you overestimated yourself.” Spencer caught the moment Derek regretted his words, but he couldn’t blame him. Spencer had been doing too many stupid things recently in an attempt to prove himself. A bad decision during a case and a scolding later, he’d started doubting his abilities as an agent in the field. Hotch had told him he could stay behind the scenes if he preferred, but that his analytical skills were useful in the place of action too. And so Spencer had tried to improve.

Clearly it wasn’t working.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, no, I get what you mean.” He leaned his head back. “Just get me out of here.”

“How exactly am I supposed to do that without a key?”

“You’re an FBI agent, aren’t you?”

“Ha ha smartass.” He poked Spencer’s side, most likely out of habit, but Spencer, who couldn’t move away from it properly, tried to jerk back which merely resulted in him slamming himself against the headboard. “Jesus, sorry, sorry.” But Derek was laughing and Spencer was too, maybe out of nervousness, maybe because this whole situation was ridiculous.

“It’s okay,” he said, suddenly blushing for the second time since Derek walked in on him. “I wasn’t prepared.”

“Downplaying your ticklishness, I see.” He leaned closer, grinning. “I have you right where I want you, you know. I could even tickle your neck since you never let me do it without freaking out.”

Spencer could feel the ghost tickles beneath his chin, which wasn’t helped by the fact that his collar was touching his neck already. “You wouldn’t.”

“Are you so sure about that?” He wiggled his fingers in the air. “It would be soooo easy. You wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

Spencer started giggling, which was probably the most embarrassing thing he’d done during this whole interaction. “Derek.”

“There we go. There’s that smile.” He leaned back again with a laugh. “I won’t do it, but it’s fun teasing you.”

“You’re an asshole.” Spencer turned his head away from him in an attempt to compose himself, and as he did - surprised squeak, sigh of relief - he caught sight of the key on the floor in front of his closet.

“Hey,” he said later, when he’d been freed and fed and, yes, somewhat tickled to death. “Why did you come here?”

Derek put down his burger. “I was bored. You weren’t answering your phone. Was gonna bug you to entertain me.”

Spencer let out a laugh. “Well, did I?”

“Oh, very much so.”

[spritehouse]

cry for help, i am not joking (wip)

moreid angst

⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS: nsfw (not graphic), drug use, self harm, suicide attempts, overdosing, spencer & derek's canon trauma, unhealthy relationships & coping mechanisms, hospitals, internalized homophobia, disordered eating⚠️

(please let me know if i missed anything)

a brain dump where spencer and derek start fucking after georgia, leeching off of each other and spiraling

The first time it happens is after Georgia, Tobias and Charles Hankel, and Raphael, after Spencer stares down the barrel of a gun and refuses to choose one of his teammates.

The first time it happens, Spencer’s high, pupils pinpricks, reactions delayed, and Derek pretends he doesn’t notice.

They’re both acting, weaving their bodies together, turning blind eyes to the scar tissue against exposed skin, long, vertical lines down the younger brunette’s back, surgery scars from a life of self-sacrificing recklessness tearing into the older’s skin, more lines from when they stopped teetering on the edge of life and death, imagining a strong push either way, letting themselves fall— Spencer when he was ten, twelve, fifteen, eighteen and Derek when he was thirteen, fifteen, sixteen, eighteen— relishing in glimpses of free fall, flying until the same hands that hurt them hauled them back.

They’re both performing, pressing messy kisses against lips, collarbones, spines, and thighs, dancing for the audience, watching their lives unfold, unraveling and undoing years of progress in one night, wearing masks, of feeling something and nothing.

Derek pretends he can’t count Spencer’s ribs, can’t feel his hips jutting out, and wrap his hands around his company’s limbs, fingertips touching; he pretends he can’t connect the dots in the crooks of Spencer’s elbows— both, because the genius is ambidextrous— like constellations, solar systems of undoing, bruises exploding from the stars, life imploding like supernovae.

Spencer pretends he doesn’t see the bruises covering Derek’s knuckles, ribs, shoulders, and back from taking his anger out on punching backs, walls, and unsubs, from getting into fights— boxing, MMA, on the streets, imagining he’s thirteen again, stooping down to every expectation of him. He ignores the long, grasping scratches against Derek’s back from the faceless girls he takes home, reminding himself who he’s supposed to love.

They don’t talk— that night or the days following— but they fuck.

They collide in bathrooms, closets, empty offices, and conference rooms halfway across the country, matching the number marks they make on each other with the ones they make on themselves.

They fuck in hotels after Spencer shoots up in the bathroom with the door, ignoring how the younger brunette is too high out of his mind to do much besides lay there and how Derek slows to check his pulse, making sure he’s still alive before continuing.

Spencer learns how to do his makeup, painting over bruises, bite marks, and hickeys from nights they’re both too lost, dissociating, high, drunk, manic, depressed, whatever it is that night to prevent, going through the motions until they fall asleep tangled, too exhausted for nightmares.

Spencer breaks it off first, trying to get sober, and the first to come crawling back in the throes of withdrawal, sweating and shaking, blood spilling from where his nails gouged into his crawling skin.

They fuck until he can’t think about the drugs, about Tobias, Charles, Raphael, Georgia, his parents, anything, replacing one addiction with another, clawing at Derek’s skin until he spills blood and the older man can breathe again, relishing in the clarity the pain brings.

They fuck until he can’t think about Buford, his dad, the boys that waited around corners and after school to beat him up until his blood isn’t his, but another unsub’s, flowing under thundering fists until the world calls him a hero, not murderer, victim, weak, helpless, or a plethora of slurs that seep through his skin, latching onto his aching heart and burning lungs.

In the morning, they fuck, get dressed, drink coffee, and drive to work.

Spencer’s things, clothes from his go-bags, mugs, books, and trinkets spread through Derek’s house, the time between trips to his cold, dark apartment growing until he stops, spending time between work and breaking down in the guest bathroom, guest bedroom, kitchen, living room, Derek’s room, Derek’s bedroom, everywhere in their house fucking or destroying himself instead of clinging to the act of okay-ness he put on for two decades.

They alternate bad days because there isn’t enough blood to spill, enough bandages for both of them in one night, oxygen to relieve their burning lungs, falling into a routine of panic attacks and nightmares, breaking down, cleaning blood from the crevices between tiles in the bathroom until they agree to restrict their self-destruction to the bathtub because they’re running out of towels.

They become each other’s emergency contacts when Derek carries Spencer into the ER after finding him in a pool of vomit, an empty bottle of dilaudid in his limp hands, too scared of being alone to give the younger man the escape they crave.

They give the doctors fake names, tell them it was an accident, and it doesn’t take profilers to know they don’t believe them, but the nurses don’t push.

They walk into work the following morning— the younger brunette still unsteady on his feet, thoughts hazy, while Derek covers for him until Hotch tells them to go home.

Spencer drives them to a different hospital a week later when he finds Derek on the floor, coughing up blood as more thick crimson flows from his arms.

They lie to doctors, leave before they can ask too many questions, and Spencer rides the older brunette because he’s too tired for anything else, making sure to roll off Derek’s cracked ribs before passing out.

[justjasper]

do you have any domestic moreid headcanons?

Pre-Relationship

They become fast friends, they hang out a lot, they call each other at odd hours.

Reid gets Morgan into Star Trek by making him watch Deep Space Nine. Morgan would fight god for Captain Sisko.

They fall into bed sometime in season 1, and keep doing so on and off for years while their feelings brew.

Reid wakes up alive after the events of Amplification with Morgan by his bedside, and they have a conversation full off feelings. They become "official" here.

Newly Established

They can both cook; Reid looked after his mother and went to college young, Morgan's dad cooked, and Morgan followed his example.

Nobody proposes moving in together officially, Reid just spends less and less time at his apartment until the lease runs out. He mentions it to Morgan quite matter of factly, and Morgan shrugs, smiles, pulls his pretty boy in for a kiss. "Most of your books are here already."

A morning where they don't have to work goes like this: Morgan gets up early to go for a run with Clooney. By the time he's back, Reid is making is making them breakfast. They eat, and then shower together.

Morgan has a decent vinyl collection and likes to listen to them on chill evenings. Reid is a musical sponge, and if he gets a chance when they're on cases, will seek out record shops for something interesting or rare.

Their favourite takeout is Thai. Reid is one of those "white guy with spice tolerance" outliers.

Well Established

It takes some time for them to switch to using first names in private, Morgan takes significantly longer. It's not a problem, they've known and loved each other a long time with these names. Neither of them shorten each other's names.

Clooney is a K9 dropout, and highly trainable, and Reid teaches him a lot of silly tricks. He likes to show Clooney magic tricks.

One of the properties Morgan buys has a decrepid grand piano in it. He gets it restored for Reid, who's dabble with learning on and off. He plays the piano every day.

Morgan thinks Reid doesn't really believe in marriage as an institution, and is okay with that, they don't have to get married, even if they could. Reid proposes to Morgan one morning in shower.

Reid never gets an official autism dignosis, wanting the plausible deniability while working for the goverment. They talk about it. Morgan starts packing a weighted blanket in his go-bag for him (people often ask why his go back is so heavy).

The Future

They get married once it's legal, a simple ceremony but all their important people are there.

When they leave the BAU it's a joint decision. They're both ready for a new adventure, with less actual threat of bodily harm.

Morgan goes into property full time, flipping houses and rent-to-buying them to local people/families, instead of selling them to landlord who will end up pushing locals out of the area.

Reid goes into research/lecturing.

They move to Chicago to be closer to family. They move Diana to be close them them too.

As Reid gets older, he has to use a cane more. His migranes are mostly under control, but eventually he experiences migralepsy (migraine seizures). The dog they get after Clooney passes becomes Reid's service dog.

The Future (with kid)

Reid carries (he's trans). It's an unplanned pregnancy, but they go for it. Reid is terrible at being pregnant.

They have a daughter they name Sam after Morgan's dad (bc I chose this fanon name years before CM bothered to give Morgan's dad a canon name and I am sticking with it out of spite).

Morgan's sisters teach Reid to do Sam's hair.

Morgan is very involved when sam becomes a Girl Scout, and coaches her softball team.

Reid teaches her piano. They read together every day.

They struggle not to intefer when she's a teen and it becomes apparent the girl she keeps bringing home is her first crush.

They both try so hard to be present, devoted dads that they can can fall into helicopter parent tendencies.

[moreid-left-sock]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid Characters: Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau Additional Tags: Fluff, Season/Series 02 Summary:

On the way back from a case, Emily makes a discovery.

Bookmarker’s notes: The worst kept secret <3

@glitter-lisp

[ao3feed-moreid]

by Cae_Cae

Damn this. Damn that. Damn everything and most of all Damn him. Derek remembered the first day Spencer had walked into the BAU and tripped over the lift on the floor.

Derek Morgan. The man had posed an unanswered question in Spencer’s life ever since he helped Spencer up from the floor on his first day at the BAU.

---- They're gay and they pine and they're so cute it's so fluffy.

Words: 887, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Penelope Garcia

Relationships: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Additional Tags: Boys In Love, Idiots in Love, Pining, Mutual Pining, that's about it, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, So much fluff its not canon anymore, cus its all angst in canon, theyre so cute your honor, Cute