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cyn-00 · 5 years

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Moreid one shot, 5 - "spare you"

Season 6, episode 19 "With friends like these" (the one where Reid is having one of his headaches while they're delivering a profile, hence Morgan follows him to the bathroom to talk to him)

Back at it again with another unrequested long ass fic

Update like 5 months later: I basically re-wrote this. Well, parts of it; and I added other parts

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Reid had been behaving weirdly for weeks now. Everyone on the team had noticed and asked, but he'd always given vague answers.

One would expect that only Morgan, aka his boyfriend, would know something more about it and, in fact, the others had tried to ask him too. Truth was, not even Morgan had it quite figured out. Which was concerning.

He'd tried to ask Reid what was going on several times: while they were working on cases, on the jet, in private, even at home, the few times in those past weeks that he had convinced him to come over, to try and make him spit it out. At a certain point, he just gave up. But seeing someone you love so much suffer and try to cope with something clearly bigger than them, isn't fun. Especially if you think that maybe you could do something about it, if only they let you.

The times he'd asked, Reid had told him that it was his migraine, which caused him insomnia and vice versa, in an endless vicious cycle. That could've been true: it happened to him from time to time. Especially after the drug problem he had dealt with a couple of years before; but Morgan didn't know much about that because they weren't "dating" at that time - and if Reid was one to keep things secret from him as a couple, imagine when they were just friends.

They were delivering the profile to the local pd agents, and Reid was clearly distracted. He didn't say a word during the whole thing, except when Hotch directly called him out to explain which was the unsub's "comfort zone".

Since they were all used to him intervening to give some statistics or make comparisons with other famous criminals, to the point where, sometimes, Hotch or Morgan had to shut him up because he was getting too excited; it was safe to say that such behavior wasn't normal for Spencer.

In that specific situation, though, it was understandable that he wasn't saying anything: first of all, the unsub was supposedly schizophrenic, and when an unsub showed signs of mental illness - let alone if it was the same his mom had - it was very triggering for Reid. But most of all, it was their first case after Emily's "death".

"If you find someone who fits this description, let the sheriff know. Thank you for your attention." Hotch concluded.

Reid was still sitting on the desk. The moment Morgan's eyes met his for a split second, he stood up and immediately strode toward the bathroom; like he had been "caught" and had to flee as far as his feet could take him.

Spencer's headache was killing him in that moment. He hoped not to look so clearly uncomfortable, but he knew Derek - and literally everyone else - had noticed. And he knew that time he'd have to tell him the truth. He was NOT enjoying the continuous lying at all, especially when it came to lying to Derek. His Derek. It wasn't fair to him.

He walked toward the bathroom as fast as possible so that the others wouldn't have the time to ask him what was going on. On the other hand though, to Morgan that must have clearly looked like Reid was unspokenly asking for him to follow, and that he was ready to finally talk - which he wasn't. He would NEVER be ready to talk about it.

Spencer got in the bathroom, but couldn't hear Derek's footsteps yet. Maybe Hotch had to tell him something? Maybe he was too busy on the case to worry about his stupid headache? Maybe he wasn't even going to follow him in the first place, because he was done with his bullshit? No, that surely wasn't possible. And anyway Reid didn't even know whether he was hoping for that to be true or not.

He closed the door, - noise made the headaches way worse - washed his face and started taking deep breaths, which was what he usually did to try and make the migraine better; obviously failing 9 times out of 10.

He finally heard someone open the door, hoping it wasn't any member of the team apart from Morgan or - even worse - some officer who would've thought he was crazy.

When Morgan entered the bathroom, he found Reid bending over the sink, leaning on his arms with his head down. He had a feeling he was gonna talk for real, this time, instead of using lame excuses or avoiding the topic completely.

Reid finally found the courage to look up at him, not directly, but through the mirror - though even just that was enough to make him nervous.

Morgan was now right beside him, with his arms crossed on his broad chest, like he was waiting for him to talk first. Reid sighed and finally turned around, leaning on the sink. But he couldn't bring himself to talk: he didn't even know where to start.

Derek lightly put his index under Spencer's chin and raised his face, to make him look into his eyes instead of facing the ground.

"I'm not here to judge you. Is that what you want me to say so you can finally speak? Like you don't know it already." Derek broke the silence.

Spencer couldn't find the right words to explain that he had been feeling like crap for the past 2 weeks.

"I've been feeling like shit." he finally murmured in resignation: that's just how it was.

Derek's eyebrows shot up. He wasn't expecting him to be so direct.

"Yeah, I noticed. Everyone has, to be fair."

Reid nodded and went back to look at his feet.

Morgan continued, softening his tone. "Listen, kid. This can't be a normal migraine, am I right? If it makes you feel so sick."

"That's what I thought." Spencer answered.

"...so did you go to a doctor?" Derek asked after a few seconds of silence, during which he would've expected him to continue with his explanation.

"I went to three different doctors, actually. And basically, they told me I have nothing."

Derek looked confused. His mind started to wrap around the idea that the migraines could be a symptom of something way more serious.

"Maybe..." Derek started. He wanted to say it, but wasn't sure if A) Spencer had already wondered about it and was gonna accuse him of thinking he's dumb, or B) on the contrary, saying it would heat him up because the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. Either way, he wasn't expecting him to react well, but he had to say SOMETHING, for Christ's sake.

"...maybe the headaches mean something else? " He decided to stay vague.

Reid stood up straight and faced him. That whole dancing around the problem was starting to annoy him.

"If you want to say that you think I'm showing signs of... of schizophrenia, just- just say it."

Derek wanted to answer with something that would calm him down, but Spencer interrupted him the second he opened his mouth.

"It's like I told Emily, I knew you would all treat me like a baby if I ever talked to any of you about this. Do you think I wouldn't have told you or- or anybody else, if the doctors had said that I'm having symptoms of mental illness?" Reid could feel his eyes filling up with tears the moment he mentioned Emily's name out loud.

He still couldn't believe he had talked to her about his stupid migraine while she was dealing with way more important stuff, and that maybe if he had been the one to ask her what was going on, instead of the other way around, she would still be alive.

Derek's expression changed from being comprehensive to being irritated as soon as he picked up that Spencer had talked about this to Emily before anyone else. Before him.

"So you told her. But didn't tell me. Even though I asked you a MILLION times." he said frowning, his voice deep.

Reid didn't answer. He realized he shouldn't have mentioned it. He couldn't bear with Morgan's look anymore, so he turned his back on him to face the mirror again, looking down at his distorted reflection on the steel tap.

"Alright look, I don't know why you told Emily before telling me that's- that's beside the point here, honestly. I don't blame you for it, I know she is-" Derek stopped for a second and gulped. "-was. I know she was your friend- OUR friend, I used to tell her about my stuff too, cause I trusted her with it, so I get it, alright?" he sighed heavily. "I blame you for not trusting ME, too. It's not like I didn't give you the right circumstances to tell me."

Derek paused and tried to calm down, lowering his voice. "but you and I, Spencer, we- we're not friends. We never were just friends. You're always THE FIRST ONE to know about my stuff and I'm the first to know about yours - or at least I used to be - because we get each other way before the others get us. And I did- I DID get you before anyone else even this time. You were just too damn blind to notice it."

"I DO trust you. Don't talk like you don't know that. It's not because of trust that I haven't told you yet." Spencer finally found the words to answer, without hesitation.

"Then what? What is it?? If it's because of the 'treating you like a baby' bullshit- don't even get me started. I don't care how you call it, but what that actually is, is worrying and CARING about yo-"

"I know." That's all Spencer managed to say, coldly, before letting the conversation fall into a long, tense silence.

Derek was waiting for him to say something - anything - with his arms folded on his chest, but his patience had a limit - EVEN when it came to Spencer. And it wasn't because he got tired of him - there was no such thing - but because it was too painful to see him like that.

"A'ight." He sighed frustratedly, dropping his arms down his sides as he turned on his heels. He just couldn't stand being there any longer.

He was about to walk away, but Spencer turned around and grabbed his arm to stop him.

"W-Wait. There is a reason why I didn't wanna tell you at all, to be honest, and I- I even hoped you'd let it go at some point..." Spencer found the courage to say, now looking straight into Derek's dark eyes. He let go of his arm and tucked his hair behind his ears, as if preparing to explain properly.

"One of the doctors said that these migraines could be psychosomatic. He didn't mention schizophrenia though." he confessed, getting to the point, pausing a second after to catch Derek's reaction. But his expression remained pretty much the same: Spencer wasn't sure whether that could be because he was someway expecting it; or he was simply trying to hide how startled he actually was at the news, afraid to discourage him from talking.

"It's hard enough for me to get the work done and...actually, to- to live, with these headaches" he paused again, this time in the attempt to stop the urge of crying, but his voice was already cracking. "I can't concentrate, even light bothers me, let alone noise, I can't- I get 20 hours of actual sleep a week if I'm lucky. I feel pain and- and exhaustion, all the time..."

Now he was crying. He quickly wiped away the tears with the back of his nervously trembling hand, and shook his head to compose himself. "When I'm with you I feel guilty because I- I can't actually enjoy it and I can see that that's affecting you and that's SO not fair to you Derek I-" he sniffled, stopping himself from continuing with that train of thought, afraid that if he went on to say how much Derek didn't deserve to go through all of that for him, to have to adjust in order to keep up with his garbage, how he didn't understand why he hadn't yet ran away in the arms of someone normal, someone just as amazing as he was because he shouldn't settle for anything less, someone who could lift from his chest some of his pain instead of adding to it- Spencer was afraid if he'd went on to say that, not only he would crumble on the floor at his very knees, which would've been quite the pathetic scene; but most of all Derek would've thought he was praising him just to distract him from how mad he was at Spencer - righteously, he thought. Derek wasn't mad at Spencer for feeling sick, by the way. He could never.

Spencer was somewhat ready to continue, getting back to the problem. "The times that you've convinced me to come over, lately, were few not because I didn't want- actually it's a bit easier for me to sleep when I'm with you, in general, at least more than I manage alone- it's- it was just because I can imagine that having to babysit me is not how you- we, that's not... how we wish to spend time together. So what I'm saying is that the reason why I didn't wanna tell you is because if the doctor is right, it means I'm gonna have to go through therapy to fix this and it's gonna take a while...maybe it's never even gonna go away I- I'm not sure, honestly. There's no way of knowing. And I don't wanna force you to be a part of this. Even just for these few weeks I can see I've been nothing but a burden to you- to everyone, to be fair, and..." he gulped and tried to slow down the pace of his talk. "and I want to be able to spare from this at least you."

They stared into each other's eyes for a while. Derek understood what Spencer meant to say with all of that, he just needed a minute to process a proper answer - or at least one that would make some kind of sense.

"So uhm, let me- let me get this straight" he said shaking his head, his voice hoarse, his eyes squeezed shut trying to soothe the itching of tears poking at his lids. "Your best solution would be to... to break up ?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

Spencer nodded and returned to face the ground, ashamed of what he was implying and not really knowing what he was hoping for him to decide.

Derek couldn't find the right words to say next. So he walked toward the door.

Spencer thought that that was it. That he was about to be abandoned yet once more - and for the first time he wanted to punch himself in the guts at the awareness that it was no one else's but his own fault; surely not Derek's. He thought the best thing that had God-willingly fallen into his arms in years was about to walk away through that door.

And, despite knowing there was no such thing, Spencer could swear he felt his heart physically break. The amount of tears heaping up before his pupils blinded him and made his eyes literally burn; his jaw was clenched so tight in the attempt to put a stop to the desperate sobs about to escape that his teeth seemed to be cracking, just before shattering altogether.

But he didn't really have the right to stop him, since he basically asked for it and since he knew sticking with him through that would be a big responsibility and an even bigger burden, other than a distraction.

That's why he wanted to break up with him first. He wanted to rip off the band-aid. At least he would've spared them both the mess that would've happened if Derek had stayed with him for a while longer and then dumped him at a certain point, out of having enough, when Spencer would've already convinced himself that he could trust him to stick around till the "end". Whatever that meant.

Unexpectedly, when Derek got to the door, he did not open it and leave. He locked it, instead. He didn't really care if anyone got in anyway, but the situation was already uncomfortable enough.

He went back to Spencer and took him in his arms, with one hand on the back of his head, tied in his curls. And he kissed him.

Spencer was definitely not expecting that. His heart started beating again, so loud he could feel it in his ears. His eyes shut while his mouth was moving almost on itself, like it got carried away by his feelings. As for his arms, though, at first he hadn't figured out what to do with them yet, leaving them hanging idle along his sides.

Then he stopped for a second to catch his breath, and when their mouths met again, making the kiss more intense and wet; whether that be from the tears coating Spencer's face entirely or the drool he didn't even have the strength to contain - just then, his arms found their way, wrapping Derek as tightly as he possibly could.

Just when it was starting to get too needy and Derek's mind was about to go places it shouldn't have - considering the context and the importance of the matter - Spencer placed his hand on Derek's jaw to pull away, abruptly.

"W-wait" he whispered breathily. "Did you mean for this to be our- our last kiss?" he blurted out worriedly, the bad thoughts doubling back to hit him in the stomach all at once. "Is this a goodbye?"

Derek didn't answer immediately - instead, he drew him closer into his arms and hugged him tight, burying his face into his soft hair, keeping his eyes closed.

The lack of response left Reid even more confused. He slightly furrowed his brows but let himself melt into the comfort of Morgan's broad and warm body, returning the hug a few seconds later.

He could feel the rhythm of Derek's breath softly blowing into his ear, and the beat of his heart against his chest. And Spencer knew that to feel a person's heart through a hug it would have to be really pounding. Like, he could give you the numbers.

"I can't even imagine there being a last kiss with you, Spencer. I love you." Derek finally murmured into his ear, pausing to sniffle. "So much. I love you so much, I need you to understand that."

The only reason why Spencer didn't say it back, was because the smile printed on his face was too wide to speak; he didn't even know he could smile that big. And Derek felt such smile against his neck, so how could the lack of answer bother him?

Derek opened his eyes and pulled away to look at him, shifting his hands to cup his face. Spencer placed his hands around his wrists, holding onto them like he wanted to secure the grip.

He leaned closer and laid a gentle kiss on one of his boyfriend's eyelids. It was an affectionate and pure gesture in itself, but he didn't do it randomly: Spencer's mom used to kiss him goodnight like that when he was little, before tucking him in the blankets. In that moment, Spencer probably wished Derek had long forgotten about that thing, thinking it sounded childish and embarrassing. Derek didn't find it either of those things.

"Can't believe a smartass like you could think I'd just leave." Derek said. Spencer snorted and nodded: he realized just in that moment that he had no excuse for even CONSIDERING that, even if before it seemed to him like the only way out.

Morgan let go of him. "C'mon pretty boy. Let's get back to work."

He walked toward the door first: if they had got out together, maybe someone would've suspected something - what that "something" was, he still had to figure out. They got lucky enough that no one had tried to get in during all that.

He unlocked the door but waited a second to get out.

"Thank you, by the way."

Reid frowned.

"For what exactly? Doubting about you and making you angry?" he smiled sheepishly; his eyes still flushed and his voice wavering. "Also, my headache has completely gone away so I'm the one who should be thankful".

"No, no." Derek shook his head, smiling back at him in that way, the way that made everyone always melt on the ground. "Thank you for telling me, I mean. Even if it took a while."

Silence.

"I know it's hard for you, kid." he added in a gentle tone.

He got out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years

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Fic Rec Thursday

In order to accommodate my new posting schedule, I’ve moved fic recs to Thursday, even though it doesn’t have the same ring to it :/ But ultimately it’s the best day to keep my OC posts evenly spaced! It’s mostly Moreid this week as it’s what I’ve been reading to get back into reading CM fic, but I hope you enjoy :D

5 Fics

🍓Pretty Boy by recklessDreamer - 2.8k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, 5 + 1 Things, Gun Shot Wounds, Getting Together, First Kiss, Insecure Spencer

5 times Morgan calls Spencer 'Pretty boy' and 1 time Spencer actually believes that he means it.

🍉two left feet by @oliverbrnch - 1.1k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, TikTok, Dancing, Clumsy Spencer, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Humour

Derek is a fan of TikTok trends, and he wants Spencer to do one with him.

💔High School Never Ends by @casparwrites - 1.4k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Hurt Spencer, Protective Derek, Established Relationship, Homophobia, Bullying, Past Childhood Trauma, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort (TW for a Violent, Homophobic Police Officer)

Las Vegas always brought back painful memories for Spencer, but this one was unexpected.

🍎Midnight Meetings by CoffeeBuddha - 1.5k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Meeting the Parents, Outside POV, Fluff, Protective Derek

Fran's first meeting with her son's lover doesn't go exactly as planned. For starters, she didn't even know he had one. Rec courtesy of @negativefouriq who consistently sends me amazing fics

And finally, one of my favourite fics of all time that I reread the other day:

🍒Chain Reaction by EloquentDossier - 42k, 16ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Alternate Universe, Texting/Dialogue-Only, Self-Esteem Issues, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Past Drug Use, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Oblivious Aaron Hotchner, Getting Together Canon Divergence

A dialogue-only AU in which Hotch texts what he thinks is Rossi's new number but is actually the slightly eccentric stranger whom Hotch knows only as "Spencer." What follows is something neither man could have ever quite expected.

Marked For Later

🍋Model Apparitions by @guccifloralsuits - 3.1k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Ex-Model Spencer, Ex-CIA Spencer, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Angst, Mystery, First Meetings, Episode: S1E6 LDSK

Dr. Spencer Reid, Hotch called him. Apparent genius and ex-CIA. Three PhDs to his title and over 6 years of prior agency experience. 22 years old, assigned straight to the most prestigious unit in the FBI. According to Gideon: “The most brilliant mind I’ve had the chance to witness.” (It does nothing to dispel Morgan’s concern).

🍌you can cry into my shirt by evangelx - 2.4k, 2ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Cheating/Infidelity, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Abandonment Issues, Protective Derek Morgan, Sad Spencer Reid, Fluff, Angst, Pre-Relationship

Derek overhears that Spencer was cheated on. Now he wants to help.

My Fics

🍰let him be soft (and let him be mine) - 4.5k, 2ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer, Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Abandonment Issues, Crying, Injured Derek, Hurt Spencer, Self-Sacrifice, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Protective Derek, Some Religious Imagery & Symbolism

After Derek pulls another self-sacrificing stunt at the culmination of their most recent case, Spencer runs out of their apartment as he desperately grapples with how it makes him feel.

or; Derek's self-sacrificing tendencies meet Spencer's abandonment issues. It gets messy before it gets better.

🧁The Colour of Healing is Yellow - 3.6k, 1ch, Gen / Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid Whump, Major Character Injury, Assault, Recovery, Aftermath of Violence, Trauma, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Dad Hotch, Crying, Hospitals, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff

After a violent assault, Spencer's stuck in a hospital bed, and Hotch is stuck watching him suffer, powerless to change what's passed, desperate to change Spencer's future.

This fic follows the police visiting Spencer, his fear in the aftermath of his assault, Penelope being the best friend ever, and the eventual end to his hospital stay. Part Two to the Colours Series.

🍦Rain is a Chance to be Touched - 3.4k, 1/17ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Hurt Spencer, Angst, Getting Together, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Fighting, Making Up, Fluff, Domesticity, Season/Series 05, Angst with a Happy Ending (Lots of TWs // WIP)

When Spencer is shot in the knee and Hotch's whole family comes under attack, the depression that's been slowly creeping up on him over the last couple of months takes over, shrouding him in a dark cloud he can't escape.

Hotch finally realises what's going on, but before he can say anything Spencer leaves the BAU. He throws himself into the life of the younger man, desperate to make him happy again, but will their budding new relationship actually blossom? And is Spencer's relationship with the team broken forever?

taglist: @criminalmindsvibez @suburban--gothic @takeyourleap-of-faith @negativefouriq @makaylajadewrites @iamrenstark @livrere-blue @hotchseyebrows @reidology @spencerspecifics @bau-gremlin @goobzoop @marsjareau @garcias-bitch @oliverbrnch @physics-magic @sbeno22 @im-autistic-not-stupid (taglist form)

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vole-mon-amour · 2 years

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

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

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

Commentaries are under the cut.

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

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

(3) modern fantasy au!

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fiction #tag yourself game

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fortheloveofwonderland · 4 years

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Blow Me Away - Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan

A/N - on the forth day of shipmas fortheloveofcriminalminds gave to me...Moreid Smut! All Shipmas fics will be posted at 7.30PM GMT. Requested by Anon. Find my Shipmas masterlist here. Find my full masterlist here. My taglists are open for Shipmas, Spencer x Reader and all works so let me know if you want to be added.

Requested: Yes l No

Request: from Anon - "spencer giving morgan a blowjob and morgan being kind surprised at how good he is at it".

CW: New relationship vibes, oral (male receiving) talk of penetrative sex, anal sex top! Morgan bottom! Spencer. I imagine this set around s4/5 when Reid has long hair Morgan can tug on. Smut starts right below the cut.

Plot: In which all Morgan wants in the world is to have Reid's incredible lips on him.

WC: 1.3K

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Dating Doctor Spencer Reid was a dream come true to Derek Morgan. Ever since he’d first met the pretty boy he had wanted him.

It had taken time for their relationship to transition from friends to lovers and it was only recently the two had actually made that leap.

Morgan was his first, in every way. It was a lot of pressure but getting to live out his wildest fantasies was so worth it.

Words couldn’t describe how other worldly their first time was. Reid was tighter and warmer than Derek could ever dream.

He’d had a moment of startling clarity as he pounded that tight little ass. This was what I was put on this Earth to do.

Doctor Spencer Reid.

Giving the young doctor his first blowjob was one of the best moments of Morgan’s life. Pretty Ricky didn’t even know what to do with himself as Morgan worked his shaft, his tongue and lips sending Reid into a frenzy.

He had come so quickly he’d blushed after, averting his gaze. Morgan just drank him all in, relishing the taste of him and telling him he loved that he could make him blow his load so fast.

More than anything in the world, Morgan wanted to feel Reid’s beautiful plump lips around his own shaft. He knew Reid was shy and nervous and he might not even be very good. But Morgan didn’t care. It was all he could think about.

They were on a case in Florida, a bad one. Reid had been rambling for several minutes about the geographical profile he had worked up but Morgan wasn’t listening. He was all too fascinated with the way Reid’s lips moved and how they would feel around his dick.

Morgan was hard. He was sitting at a table in a police department and he was hard because his boyfriend was talking about the unsubs hunting ground.

Honestly it baffled Morgan sometimes how turned on he could get just by looking at Reid.

He knew it wasn’t the time or place but he also knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he didn’t do something about this.

He shot Reid a text before hurrying from the room.

Morgan 📱: there is an file room down the hall. Meet me there.

Spencer looked at his phone with a frown soon after Morgan had fled the room.

“Uh, excuse me a minute.” He told JJ and Prentiss before slipping out of the room.

He found the room with ease, the gold plaque that read “File Room” helped.

He looked over his shoulder before he opened the door.

He barely had it closed behind him before Morgan pinned him against the door.

“I need you.” Morgan kissed him hard.

“Wh-what?” Spencer was taken aback, his eyes wide. “H-here?”

“Yes.” Morgan stroked back Reid’s hair. “I need...I need your lips on me.”

Spencer frowned in confusion. As if to show him what he meant Morgan stepped back and cupped his own hard dick in his pants.

“Here. I need your lips here.”

Spencer swallowed nervously.

“Oh.” He licked his bottom lip. “Oh.”

“You don’t want to.” Morgan looked a little down trodden.

“Oh no I do.” Spencer chuckled a little. “You have no idea how much. I just...what if I’m no good?”

“Pretty boy,” Morgan came close and cupped the younger man's face. “There is no way in hell your beautiful lips will feel anything other than fucking perfect around me.”

Spencer smiled a little shakily, nodding his head. Morgan’s words were turning him on. He suddenly wanted nothing more in the world than to suck Morgan off.

Spencer dropped to his knees in front of Morgan, the small action making Morgan hiss.

Spencer’s fingers fumbled on Morgan’s pants, desperate and nervous at the same time.

He got them undone and Morgan shuffled his pants and underwear down just enough to free his aching member.

Spencer moved closer to him, looking up at Morgan through his eyelashes and it was just about the most beautiful thing Morgan had ever seen.

His nerves were written all over his face. He was trying to remember all the things Morgan did to him that made him feel incredible. He hoped he could match up.

“It’s ok pretty boy.” Morgan smiled down at him. “Take your time.”

Spencer exhaled his nerves with a small nod. He licked his lips subconsciously and Morgan felt his dick throb.

Spencer edged closer, Morgan could feel his hot breath on the tip of his member.

Taking another deep breath Spencer ebbed forwards, opening his mouth.

His lips wrapped around Morgan’s head making Morgan gasp loudly at the sensation. Spencer looked up at him and Morgan nodded that it was ok.

Spencer moved his lips all the way down Morgan’s shaft until he hit the back of Spencer’s throat. The younger man gagged a little but Morgan moaned deeply.

“Oh god pretty boy.” His hands found their place in Reid’s hair. “Keep going.”

Spencer swallowed his nerves and started moving. He sucked all the way up until his lips were wrapped around Morgan’s head and he swiped his tongue over his slit.

Morgan moaned animalistically. He tugged hard on Spencer’s hair.

“Yes Reid, that’s it.”

The sounds he was eliciting from Morgan and his encouraging words gave him a boost of confidence.

He started moving up and down his shaft, setting his pace. He paid special attention to the vein that ran up the underside of his shaft and his leaking, swollen head.

Morgan’s hips rocked a little and Spencer took that as a sigh to speed up a little so he did. Each time he would take Morgan all the way into his mouth and feel his cock hit his throat he would gag slightly, but he loved the feeling.

Morgan was pulling Spencer’s hair by the roots, roughly balling the long strands in his fists and tugging hard.

He was moaning and whimpering and Spencer was painfully hard because of it.

He sucked and licked, hollowed his cheeks and worked Morgan like a damn expert.

It really didn’t take all that long for Morgan’s knees to start to buckle.

“Jeez pretty boy, I am close.”

Spencer felt a wave of pride hearing this. He paid more attention to Morgan’s head, lapping his tongue over it and around it whilst his hand wrapped around his shaft and pumped him.

Morgan’s legs buckled again. With one more lap of Spencer’s glorious tongue, he was coming undone.

His hips thrust forward as he came, pulling hard at Spencer’s hair.

Spencer gagged again a little as Morgan’s load shot into his mouth. He swallowed it nonetheless, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth after.

Morgan helped him to his feet, a deep blush spreading to his cheeks.

“Sorry pretty boy, I should have given more warning.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He smiled shyly. “You taste divine.”

Morgan pulled him close for a kiss, their bodies melting together.

“I have to say Reid, I did not think you were going to so...incredible at that.”

“Thank you, I think.” Spencer chuckled.

With their bodies this close, Morgan could feel Spencer’s erection pressing against him.

“How about I return the favour?” He gave him one last kiss before he was dropping to his knees in front of Spencer.

“Now that is an offer I can’t refuse.”

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Taglist -

@muffin-cup

@andiebeaword

@mggsprettygirl

#12 days of shipmas #moreid #moreid fanfiction #spencer reid #derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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okimargarvez · 4 years

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Gif sets

GARVEZ

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

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

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

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

THE GOOD DOCTOR

Until I met Lea ; Jordan & Danny ;

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

GENERIC

I’m pregnant ;

CRIMINAL MINDS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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morgansmoreid · 4 years

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Request Guidelines

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

IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST SOMETHING, MAKE SURE:

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

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

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

WHAT I DO NOT WRITE:

1) Anything with bodily waste.

2) CNC kink- this is just preferred.

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

4) As I said, Rape.

5) Actors

Pairings:

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

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

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

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

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

4) I write a majority of the CM characters:

~ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ~

~ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ~

~ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ~

~ᴅᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴏꜱꜱɪ~

~ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪꜱꜱ~

~ᴊᴇɴɴɪꜰᴇʀ "ᴊᴊ" ᴊᴀʀᴇᴀᴜ~

~ᴘᴇɴᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ ɢᴀʀᴄɪᴀ~

~ʟᴜᴋᴇ ᴀʟᴠᴇᴢ~

~ᴛᴀʀᴀ ʟᴇᴡɪꜱ~

~ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱɪᴍᴍᴏɴꜱ~

~ᴀʟᴇx ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ~

~ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʟᴀᴍᴏɴᴛᴀɢɴᴇ ᴊʀ.~

~ᴇʟʟᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴᴀᴡᴀʏ~

~ᴄᴀᴛ ᴀᴅᴀᴍꜱ~

~ᴋᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴀʜᴀɴ~

~ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ɢɪᴅᴇᴏɴ~

~ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ꜰᴏʏᴇᴛ~

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Requests Can Go Here!

Or in my PM's.

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

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chaoticgremlinwholikescheese · 4 years

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CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST

Please leave feedback and reblog, I love hearing from you guys! Let me know if you want to be added to my CM tag list :)

Spencer x reader

Calm Down, Spencer

Undercover and Under Wraps

Last Goodbye, First I Love You

Long Shirts and Love

College Spencer

College Spencer: The Beginning

College Spencer: PB&J

College Spencer: The Flu

College Spencer: The Backpack

Next Door Neighbor (full fic)

Next Door Neighbor ao3 link

One shots

5+1 with Moreid

Jelle picnic first kiss

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multifandom-ficrecs · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid Characters: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia Additional Tags: Comfort, Confusion, Canon Related, Non-Canon Relationship, Secret Relationship, Worried Derek Morgan, Gay, Kissing, One Shot, Short One Shot, One Shot Collection Series: Part 2 of Moreid one shots Summary:

I don't remember the episode I took inspiration from, but it's either 5x11, 5x12 or 5x13 (implies mild spoilers about season 5)

#criminal minds #Derek Morgan #Spencer Reid #Moreid #moreid fic #q #cm

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dontshootmespence · 7 years

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Writing Schedule for 7/16-7/22

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

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

Here’s my schedule for the week:

7/16

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

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

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

7/17

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

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

9 PM: Upheaval - Spencer’s Aftermath chapter.

7/18

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

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

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

7/19

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

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

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

7/20

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

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

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

7/21

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

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

9 PM: Upheaval - Derek’s Aftermath chapter.

7/22

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

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

9 PM: The Penrose Triangle - Part 2

#dontshootmespence #the penrose triangle #upheaval #emily prentiss x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x derek morgan #bau x reader

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b-o-s-t-o-n · 8 years

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Moreid with 18

18: “What am I to you?”

Everything

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The BAU department was under construction, making the morning commute even more treacherous than usual. Spencer and Derek got into their separate cars, making sure to leave at least 5 minutes in between their arrivals at the building to not cause any suspicion. The cranes and debris took up the majority of the parking lot, which meant they had to park down the street. By the time Spencer had finally found a spot, Derek was pulling right up next to him.

“You were suppose to space it out better,” Spencer whispered, trying not to attract the attention of anyone near by.

“I did, you just took forever to park,” Morgan whispered back, trying to seem as casual as possible. The two walked alongside the sidewalk, making sure to stay a safe distance away from each other. The wind whipped violently at the pair, causing them to shiver profusely. Reid glanced over to Morgan, noticing how stiff and purple his hands were turning. In a normal world, he would hold them in order to warm them up. Another gust of wind shook throughout him, making the urge to reach out to Derek even greater.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Spencer spoke up, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. People trying to get to their own offices swerved around him, clearly inconvenienced by his abrupt stop.

“Do what?” Morgan asked, looking around to make sure no one from the team was in ear shot.

“This!” Spencer cried out, making a gesture to point between himself and Morgan.

“Spence-”

“What am I to you? Be honest,” Spencer demanded, still paused in the middle of the busy sidewalk. Morgan gulped, taking a step back. Was this really the place to have this type of conversation? Probably not, but it didn’t matter anymore. In that moment, Morgan knew what his answer was.

“Everything.”

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peggster-with-passion · 6 years

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

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

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cyn-00 · 4 years

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Moreid one shot, 22 - "strings"

Another one inspired by season 5, episode 10 "The slave of duty", though with an entirely different focus compared to my other fic based on that same episode (which btw was my FIRST can u believe that)

I'm gonna remind you of a couple things that are important to understand this work (the plot of the episode/case aren't tbh): this is that period in the show where Morgan is taking Hotch's place in leading the team; plus Reid's been recently shot in the knee so he has his cane and everything. The first dialogue is word by word reported from the show and then I go from there ;)

@upsetti0spaghettiii and @rollcreditsyall asked me to tag 'em <3 hope u like it

Read it on AO3

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"We need fresh eyes..." Rossi mumbled, more as if telling himself than the rest of the team.

Morgan acknowledged the older man's hint and sighed deeply, sinking further in his swivel chair. "A'ight, listen up,"

He continued once everyone's eyes darted up to him almost as quickly as they'd dart up to Hotch - which always lit Spencer up with pride, somehow.

"I want everybody to go back to the hotel and try to get some rest. We're gonna have to pick this up again in the morning."

Prentiss poorly contained a taken aback expression. "Wha- we're giving up?"

Reid was this close to piercing her skull with a laser-glare, because Morgan was RIGHT - how could she not see that they were getting nowhere? But then again: would've looked like he was playing the part of the blindly supportive boyfriend. Which, he never did.

"No." Morgan shot his head up to glance at her; albeit with anything but malice in his eyes. "We're gonna take a break. We have to give the profile at morning roll and none of us has slept since the funeral."

Realization; painted on Emily's features. Now do you see? Reid wanted to ask - he didn't, of course.

"Once Garcia can get us a paper trail, then we can expand our canvas. 'Till then there's really not a lot we can do." Morgan concluded, and silence fell in the room like a heavy blanket, smothering whatever other retort his teammates may raise.

Reid waited for the others to exit the room before standing up and making his way around the desk, straining against the searing pang that shot up from his healing knee at the motion.

He settled behind Morgan's chair and let his free arm loosely encircle him from behind, resting his palm on the man's broad, tense chest.

After unnecessarily checking once again that there weren't any nosy officers peeking from outside, he carefully bent down to reach Derek's temple and place a lingering kiss there.

"You did the right thing." he murmured, and immediately felt the other man releasing a breath at his words.

"I know." Derek responded shortly, finally moving from that concerningly petrified position to place his palm over Spencer's hand, pressing more firmly to discourage him from breaking contact.

Spencer allowed his tired eyes to flutter close for a few seconds as he rested his cheek on his boyfriend's head, relying on his trusted cane not to let him fall headlong on the moquette - "who's the idiot that decided putting moquette in a police station conference room was a good idea?", he recalled the comment Derek had whispered to his ear a few hours before, and he recalled thinking that only someone as obsessed with everything furniture-wise as Derek Morgan could notice and care about such a thing as a police station flooring. "Pfft... good luck with washing that if someone spills coffee".

The thought awakened him before it could bring a stupid, unbidden smile to his lips.

Washing. Soap, warm water, shampoo... he needed a well deserved-

"Shower." Derek's voice and the noise of lips briefly smacking on his palm resonated in the genius' half-asleep ears. "Need a shower."

Spencer smiled now. "Me too."

"I know. Could hear you thinkin' about it." Derek left another kiss on Spencer's wrist before gripping on the armrests to stand up, needing him to lift his warm cheek seemingly melting on the top of his head to do so.

"C'mon," he encouraged, turning around to finally take a look at the man's sleepy face.

"Gotta help Goldilocks here shampoo up." he grinned warmly, tilting his head.

Spencer only snorted, because with that damn smile what the hell could he say to the man.

Reid sighed deeply as he slumped onto the toilet lid, resting his cane against the tiled wall of the bathroom.

He took off his jacket and pulled his sweater vest over his head, and the second he began maneuvering with his tie, a pair of hands landed over his.

He glanced up slightly annoyed, but gave in to let those hands do the work nonetheless.

"It's the pants I struggle with, not the upper part of my body." he specified for the millionth time - the millionth time he'd found Derek helping him get out of his tie and shirt even though he could do that by himself just fine.

Morgan arched a brow and scoffed, keeping his gaze leveled with the collar of the other man's button-up. "What's in it for me if I don't at least get to undress my boy, uh?"

Spencer contained a smile, ducking his head to look at Derek's hands proceeding to undo the buttons once he'd slid the tie away.

"Not exactly the type of undressing you'd wished for, I'm guessing..." he mumbled sheepishly after a couple seconds.

Derek's eyebrows furrowed now. He said more with those eyebrows of his than he did with his words.

"Any type of undressing you is the type of undressing I wish for..." he trailed off, and Spencer noticed his shirt had magically slid off of his shoulders and was being untucked from his slacks.

Derek's smile grew as his pupils traced from the skinny man's hips up to his chest and laced with his eyes at last.

"It's that I enjoy the view regardless, pretty boy." he added winking, before placing a kiss right over the man's heart.

Spencer didn't say anything. His usual "whatever you say" or the like would only supply him with Derek's eye-roll and another cascade of cheesy praising followed by Spencer's impulse to kiss him and then a few other things which he didn't have the physical strength to engage in, in that moment.

So he settled for thinking those things, lost in his own head while his eyes followed each one of Derek's careful motions that only resulted in layers and layers of clothing peeling off of his body, unable to pinpoint when exactly he had propped up to let the man pull his pants down to his ankles.

The only thing he managed to feel, right after the piercing cold ceramic under his thighs once his slacks were no longer cladding them, was the noise of the brace straps and the sensation of it freeing his leg and then-

"Ouch- Waitwaitwait, Der- wait" he pleaded through gritted teeth, as a twinge of pain awakened him from his pleasant reverie.

"I'm sorry baby, I know this part always hurts like hell" Derek said, and they both knew the 'part' he was referring to was the one where Spencer had to stretch his leg, numb and strained from having it caged in that hellish plastic brace for hours straight.

Spencer nodded and let his boyfriend do the rest - the first couple times he had tried to protest and get through everything on his own, feeling nothing short of a burden and decidedly embarrassed. Now, though, he knew there was no point in arguing, not simply because arguing with Derek when it came to taking care of Spencer was pointless to say the very least; but mostly because Derek was inexplicably good at taking care of him. Doctor Reid could surely brag about his PhDs, but Derek seemed to own every medical training in the world when he had to care for Spencer's pain.

The other man rose to his feet for a few seconds, taking the forgotten plastic stool in the corner of the room and placing it in the shower, before starting the water to get it as warm as Spencer liked it. Which meant, 3rd-degree-burn warm.

He returned to kneel in front of the naked genius in his briefs and mismatched socks only, smiling fondly at the sight.

He gently grabbed Spencer's ankles to slip off his socks - it made his toes curl and Derek adored it - and wrapped his strong arms around his boyfriend's skinny torso to pull him up to his bare feet.

Spencer only slightly hissed and grasped onto Derek's shoulders like his life depended on it - which, it kinda did, seeing how the worryingly sharp edge of the marble bathroom counter seemed to be waiting just for the man to wobble under the weight of his recently wounded knee.

Derek hooked his fingers in the elastic band of his boyfriend's underwear and let it fall to the floor so the other could step out of it - just a week ago that same, easy action almost cost Spencer to trip over and smash his skull straight into the sliding glass door of his shower; but Derek pushed that memory away because acting like the overly protective boyfriend wasn't gonna make things any better or easier, anyway.

It's just. Spencer was so fragile. There was no denying that. His brain was worth all their brains added together if not more, but dammit could a bruise stain his fair skin for weeks on end; reason why they'd given up on hickeys a long time ago - at least visible ones - in light of the fact that ever-lasting purple marks weren't exactly a good idea in their line of work.

"Derek, uhm, I'm taking a wild guess your fully clothed self doesn't know how cold it is in this bathroom, but, it's cold." Spencer's complaint brought him out of his head.

He looked down at himself and, indeed, he was fully clothed still.

"Wanna bet that I won't be as cold as you? You just like to whine a lot don't you?" Derek teased, pulling his henley off.

"It would be decidedly stupid of me to bet on such obviousness ? It's granted that you won't feel as cold as me considering that I'm skinnier; muscle heats up the body through metabolism as well as fat which works as an insulating-"

Reid's babbling was cut off by the man's laughter.

"...what? What's so funny?"

"I finally got naked for you and that's still not enough to stop your fact-spewing?"

Derek saw Spencer gulping and scanning him from head to toe.

"...right" he murmured, biting the inside of his cheek.

Morgan brought the other's pink-tinted face back up with his hands, lifting his gaze from where it was lingering on some undefined area very much below his usual approximately 5'8-something horizon line, and placed a kiss between his eyebrows.

"Come on. I ain't gonna risk you getting a cold on top of everything else." he said softly, securing Spencer's waist with two hands from behind to lead him first into the shower.

And thank God that one was an actual shower, instead of that bathtub the two of them barely fit in with a half-unhooked plastic curtain from that crappy motel the team found themselves having to spend a whole 6 days in, just a couple weeks before. And thank God for the stool, also, because helping Spencer through a shower while either standing or sitting on the floor were provenly exhausting techniques for both of them.

Derek eased his boyfriend into said stool and could immediately see him relaxing under the warm water. He dropped on his knees and started untangling the man's matted curls with his fingers - Spencer had confessed that, before Derek, he only used to untangle the knots with a comb after having showered because he didn't have the time or patience to do otherwise, but Morgan had rightfully reminded him that he had not one but two sisters, hence he was so used to observe how carefully their mom routinely brushed and braided their hair when they were little he could repeat the process by heart - so at the end of the day, "I might be bald but I sure know more about curls than you do, pretty boy".

After having managed to loosen maybe a couple of major tangles at most - nothing out of the ordinary - he reached for the shampoo and squeezed a generous amount on his palm, smearing it on both hands before spreading it onto Spencer's mop of hair.

Morgan had always wondered how the hell the kid always smelt so good; the rare times he could perceive something other than the cozy smell of coffee that almost perpetually imbued Spencer's aura. For some unfounded reason, his first guess had been that the source of such sweet smell must've been Spencer's cologne. After a month at most of knowing him, though, the hypothesis that the lanky genius with the crooked tie and that cardigan Morgan couldn't picture as anyone else's but his grandfather's actually wore cologne, was thrown out of the window. So he'd quite confidently settled for option B, which entailed that the scent had to have something to do with the detergent he used for his clothes. Little did he know he would find himself in Reid's bathroom some night after a case, and his eyes would be caught by a plastic, peach-pink bottle of shampoo that, to his "surprise", smelled like...like Spencer. Like something sweet and fruity with a spicy hint of cinnamon. And it's not like Morgan wasn't aware of the notorious, rom-com cliché that the aphrodisiac smell of the person you're hopelessly pining over is more likely due to their shampoo than anything else; it's more that he didn't want to give in the realization that not only Spencer's hair looked good - and, much later on, felt good twirled around his fingers - but on top of that it smelt good. Oh, dammit, my crush's hair smells like heaven which only adds to the fact that he probably fell from there, seeing how it makes him look like a downright ANGEL. Come on. Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan would've preferred without a smidge of doubt to remain unbeknownst of that, for the sake of his poor heart.

Poor heart, indeed, when Spencer started literally purring close-eyed under the soothingly kneading motions of Derek's digits through his hair. There was really no reason to keep on massaging the shampoo on Spencer's scalp for 5 minutes straight, if not that sight.

"Spencer?" he called, failing to contain the urge to lean in and peck at his lips.

"Hmm ?" the dopey man hummed in response.

"Sweetie, don't fall asleep on me here, yeah?"

" 'm trying. But you're not helping." Spencer mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his fingers from the water streaming down his face to open them in slits.

"Ah, so now it's my fault that you get all dreamy when I play with your hair?"

Spencer frowned. "Uhm, yes ?"

The other man chuckled. "Alright. Got the message." he claimed before standing briefly to his feet to grab the sprayer.

"Mmh' no this is even worse..." Spencer mewled when his boyfriend started rinsing his hair with warm water, running his fingers through it to be as thorough as possible.

Derek burst out laughing. "You're unbelievable, I swear to God." he said, making quick work of the rinsing process or else he would've undoubtedly have to drag a passed out, naked Spencer out of the shower.

He put the sprayer back in place and took the shower gel - he had to use the unscented, cheap, exceedingly liquid sample from the hotel - and poured it on his palm.

Spencer held out his hands in a cup-like shape as if waiting for Derek to give him a share of the gel. He looked up at him and arched a brow.

The genius rolled his eyes. "If you don't provide me with something to do I'm gonna seriously fall asleep in here."

Derek nodded and complied. "Lame excuse."

"For what?" the other asked like he didn't know when actually he knew.

"For laying your hands on me?" Derek teased with his 'you can't fool me' tone. "But I ain't complaining, just so we're clear..." he smirked.

After that, Spencer gave up on countering further but his expression didn't waver much; and Derek couldn't even relish in the satisfaction of holding that comment 100% accountable for the flush dyeing Spencer's chest and neck, because it could've very well been mostly due to the steam and hot water.

Both started spreading the gel onto each other's shoulders and necks and torsos, and Morgan wouldn't have managed to tear his gaze away from the skinny man sat in front of him even if he'd purposely tried. Spencer's concentrated expression was the same whether he was solving Schrödinger's equation or he was stirring his coffee with a spoon.

Hazel eyes locked with Derek's after a while, only for a split second before their owner launched himself into his arms; a soapy hand cupping the back of his neck and a warm muzzle burying in his slippery shoulder.

Derek didn't question and simply indulged in the hug, tracing circles with his thumbs on the nubs of Spencer's spine as he let his cheek lean against the top of his head.

"Thank you." a muffled whisper breached through the continuous noise of water thrumming on ceramic and glass and steel surfaces.

"Stop thanking me, kid. I love you." how many times had Morgan found himself saying those exact words, if maybe arranged in different fashions, throughout 5 years of working with Reid? Only difference was that the last bit hadn't always born the meaning it bore now. Almost, though.

After one or two minutes more - Derek couldn't quite gauge, and the fact that Spencer most definitely could brought a slight smile to his lips - Reid let go of the hug; and it was only because being soaked from head to toe blurred out things a little that Morgan couldn't swear the man was a second away from crying.

Reid looked down at his wrinkly finger pads.

"We're wasting an unnecessary amount of water." he said with a small grin curling one edge of his mouth. If Spencer's previous expression rendered almost unreadable by that soaked-head-to-toe situation hadn't been enough to go by, his current tone and the look that went along with it surely were.

However, Morgan didn't mention it, and the couple spent the rest of the shower rinsing the bubbles off of their bodies in soothing quiet.

The comfortable quiet kept going unhindered as Derek helped Spencer up and out of the shower, as he wrapped a towel around his bony hips, as Spencer brushed his dripping hair with a wooden comb while watching the standing man put on his sweats and t-shirt. Their exchanges merely fond glances here and hands caressing cheeks there and fingers bumping on skins like silent reminders that they were together in this just as much as in everything else that might come in their way and break them, whether inside or out or both it didn't matter as long as they were Spencer and Derek and Derek and Spencer.

And so together they walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, both pleasantly surprised by how they managed to not let Spencer slip on the steam-coated floor.

In a matter of minutes he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, which wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as sitting on the crappy stool or the toilet lid, much to Spencer's relief.

And Spencer Reid was notoriously not one to count his chickens before they'd hatched, but this time...

"Oh baby...does it still hurt so bad?" Morgan asked with full-on worry creasing his handsome features, at the sight of his boyfriend screwing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw while his leg bounced up and down - the leg not injured, that is. He'd caught Spencer doing that sometimes during work and he'd quickly figured it was his way to cope with pangs.

Spencer simply nodded his head frantically and grabbed both the man's hands to squeeze them in a knuckle-whitening clutch.

His boyfriend's sigh was so deep Spencer didn't need to actually see to picture the rising and falling of his chest as visible to the naked eye.

"I'm gonna get the pills the doctor prescribed you and I don't wanna hear you complain." the man asserted.

The second Reid felt him on the verge of standing up, he squeezed his hands even tighter and made an effort to open his eyes.

"No, nonono I- I took it 2 and a half hours ago I can't take anymore for another hour and a half at least." he protested, shaking his head vigorously and staring pleadingly at him.

Morgan sighed again, and this time Reid could see it.

"Ok, alright, then...did you bring that ointment he gave you?"

Spencer's pupils fidgeted around in thought.

"Yeah. Y- yeah, I- I have that in my bag." he replied, stuttering with the abruptness of his realization.

Derek stood up for real now, fetching said ointment.

He came back a minute later and resumed his kneeling position, squeezing some of the balm on his fingers and warming it up by rubbing his hands. He started massaging it onto his boyfriend's knee, and the heavy mass weighing on his chest was lifted like magic when Spencer's muscles relaxed and his deadly grip on the blankets loosened.

Another 'thank you' was about to escape Spencer's mouth, but then he opted to swallow it and instead relish in the sensation of Derek's thumbs rubbing the slick balm in circles at either side of his wounded kneecap; watching him as though if he didn't keep an eye on him he would disappear.

He didn't know how much time had passed, because that was one of those few occasions he'd allowed himself not to keep count of things - most of those occasions were the ones he spent with Derek - but it must have been quite a while because by the time Derek spoke up again, the pain had melted away and his knee was glistening and warm and his heart was fuzzy and vibrating inside his ribcage.

"Better?" the man asked.

Spencer waited a second for him to raise his gaze from the task at hand and direct it toward his, and for the smile that he knew was coming to actually come, before answering.

When that happened, he said: "Definitely."

And if Derek's grin didn't widen it was just because it couldn't get bigger than half of his face, and because it had to be a crime to smile more brightly than that.

"Alright then. Gonna get cleaned up and then I'll help you with pj's."

Spencer opened his mouth to dismiss his offer but was immediately cut off by a finger raised threateningly at him.

"Nope. I don't wanna hear it, I told you." Derek reprimanded before heading to the bathroom.

The few minutes Morgan spent washing his hands and pacing around the room to get the other's t-shirt and flannel pants were enough for the warm and fuzzy feeling to seep out of Reid's skin and be replaced by unsettling thoughts he never enjoyed wallowing in, but especially not in that moment.

It was exactly that same feeling from earlier reoccurring to him, the feeling that if he let Derek out of his sight for a second he would lose him - more specifically Derek would leave him. And of course during work the time they spent apart was much more than the one they spent together, but in a working context it was simply...different. Different in a way Spencer couldn't name. It was when they were alone that the feeling came back to choke him with its evil claws; and it was such a foreign one considering that Reid had spent most of his childhood AND adulthood alone, so one would simply guess he was used to it. Maybe it was exactly that: that he'd got so used to being alone he couldn't help but cling onto the first thing that made him not alone, and if in the beginning that thing had been his team and later on the team stopped being enough and it became Dilaudid, now that thing was Derek, and Derek was more than enough for the time being - Spencer was pretty confident he would be enough for the rest of his life, but what if it weren't mutual ? What if Spencer wasn't enough for Derek - for that matter, how could Spencer be enough for anyone? What if Derek left ?

"-encer? Baby you good in there?"

Then what would the next thing be and would a 'next thing' even exist or should he just settle for being alone all over again, only this time he would know the feeling of NOT being alone - would he ever recover from that?

"Hey, kid, c'mon now,"

Could he forget what it had felt like not being alone and learn to suffice for himself?

"Spencer seriously, talk to me ?"

Could Spencer Reid learn to finally FORGET if forgetting meant surviving?

"Spencer, come on baby you're starting to scare me here."

Reid ultimately managed to snap out of his head and realize Morgan had been trying to pull him out of it all along. He felt a hand cradling his jaw and words reaching his eardrums and his name being called in endless sequence.

He shook his head and gaped for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I'm- I'm here, sorry I- just, I was...thinking, I'm sorry..." he swallowed and jerked his eyes away from Derek's because the look he was giving him was a bit too much.

Morgan released a heavy exhale, as his hand shifted to rest on the back of Reid's head, massaging his nape to ground him again.

"Sorry."

"Don't start. Just tell me what you were thinking."

A grimace of reluctance crinkled Spencer's sweet face. "...do I have to?"

"Yes." Derek asserted. "Puppy-eyes won't work this time."

Spencer bit his lip to contain a lopsided, amused smile.

"Well," he shrugged. "it was worth the shot."

Derek snorted in response, visibly relaxing at having managed to reclaim their usual playful banter.

The other man was grateful that Morgan hadn't pried, instead reaching a hand out beside the spot where Spencer was sitting to grab his fresh pair of briefs. The warm-fuzzy feeling partially found its way back through Spencer's bloodstream at the thought that Derek probably knew by now how he was more likely to talk brake-free and open heartedly when he wasn't being overtly pressured to do so.

Derek carefully untucked the towel from around Spencer's hips and rose to a half-standing position to prop him up a few inches from the bed and slide it away from underneath him. He helped the man's long legs inside his underwear and lifted him once again to pull it up; he took the slightly moist towel and used it to ruffle Spencer's hair in the attempt to wipe it dry a little - again: a cold wasn't the greatest idea at the moment - gaining his signature nose scrunch and finally, Spencer started spilling.

"I was thinking about this whole...situation." Reid murmured with a sigh.

Morgan considered his words for a few seconds - uncaring of having probably given the man the impression that he wasn't listening - while minutely un-messing the strands of brunette, damp hair he'd messed up with the towel and adjusting them behind Spencer's ears.

"Meaning?" he asked at last; more to give the man the liberty of elaborating how he wanted than because he hadn't picked up on the 'situation' he was referring to.

"Meaning...you taking on Hotch's role temporarily ?" Spencer supplied, raising his pitch at the end as though it were a question.

"What about it, sweetie?" he urged on gently, stopping his ministrations to rub his hands up and down Spencer's sides affectionately.

"I, uh..." Reid cleared his voice. "I just realized that- well, m- maybe it's that I didn't want to think about it so that's why I'm realizing it only now but, anyway; I realized that if...if Hotch isn't coming back..." he trailed off, looking down at his knees.

Derek took the hint and started moving again, picking Spencer's flannel pants and guiding his feet inside them.

Spencer waited for the lift-and-pull-up part to be over - because it was too draining to do that AND talk simultaneously - before conjuring his train of thought again.

"If Hotch doesn't come back, you'll be the new Unit Chief." Reid said, once he was sitting down.

Morgan hesitated, furrowing his brows in confusion as to why Reid would feel the need to state the obvious.

"Yeah." he simply confirmed.

Spencer visibly refrained from explaining, choosing to spend the next few seconds picking at the worn fabric of his pajama pants - now that he wasn't naked anymore and finally had something to fiddle with - sticking uncomfortably to the layer of ointment covering his knee.

As per usual, Morgan's brain was struggling to keep up with his boyfriend's pondering.

But then it hit him.

"Oh..." Derek dropped his gaze; his confused and apprehensive expression fading away to make space for a melancholic and apologetic one.

"...yeah" Spencer murmured. But then decided that a monosyllabic answer wasn't enough, and opted to unfold his thoughts more clearly.

"It means that...that you'll be our superior- my superior, hence we couldn't...you and I, we, we won't be allowed to..." he gulped. He knew his bottom lip was trembling. He could feel it. But he had to say it, or else the concept would eat him alive.

"...to be together anymore. Right?" Spencer concluded with a quivering voice.

Derek wanted to get back to doing what he was supposed to be doing to give them both some more seconds to digest that, but for some reason he feared that if he'd proceeded to help Spencer in his last piece of clothing, the man would've looked even more vulnerable and small in that saggy t-shirt than he did now that he was bare in any sense of the word in front of him.

So he slowly brushed his hands down Spencer's lap to entangle them with his.

"...unless I choose not to." he mumbled.

The genius' scowling glance shot up.

"What?? No. No, I won't let you do that."

Morgan sighed, tilting his head. "Spencer-"

"No, Derek. I couldn't live with myself knowing that you turned down the greatest job opportunity of your life to stay with me."

And that much was the truest statement Spencer had ever made, even if the only thought of breaking up with Derek made every cell in his body ache and his heart bleed out and his bones shatter like a china cup dropping on a granite floor.

Derek stared at him for a while with flat-out disbelief pasted on his face.

"Spencer," he started, and immediately shook his head, unable to contain a snort. Spencer's frown didn't but intensify at that.

"Kid, look. I know that you'd respect my decision to accept the job. I know it because you're one of the most ambitious and over-achieving people I know and I feel nothing but blessed to have someone like you by my side." he paused. "You inspire me in that sense, you know?"

Spencer didn't answer, but his gaze softened instinctively.

"But it's because I know you respect everything I do that I'd be disappointed to know that you made the exception to NOT support me if I decided to turn down the offer."

The words hit Spencer in a certain spot at the base of his skull, but he couldn't bring himself to be ungrateful for Derek being so honest and blunt about the matter.

So he nodded.

Derek continued, because he wasn't convinced at all that the man had got the message.

"And believe me when I say that the reason why I wouldn't accept it isn't because I pity you or I don't wanna leave 'poor Spencer' alone or whatever." he made the air-quote gesture and untangled a hand from Spencer's to bring it to his cheek.

"It's because to me accepting a title that by the way, I'm not even 100% sure that I want, it's not worth leaving the person I'm in love with."

With that last bit, Derek didn't need to forcibly bring his boyfriend's chin up to meet his eyes - Spencer had instantly done that on his own initiative.

"I would NOT be able to leave you, Spencer. For my sake, not out of pity. I know myself." he whispered, stroking his thumb on the other's cheek.

Spencer kept returning the other's stare for what they both perceived like 30 minutes, in search for the slightest hint of lie in Derek's eyes. Which, obviously, he gladly failed to summon.

So he inched closer and pressed their lips together, because kissing Derek seemed like the easier way to both reply to his confession and stop his bottom lip from trembling with the force of emotion welling up in his eyes.

Derek's mouth went along as his arms encircled his boyfriend's dainty frame to carefully shift him closer, until his body was the only thing keeping him from falling off the mattress. He captured every silky motion of Spencer's tongue with unmatched slowness; as if the more thorough the kiss, the better he could savor the man's unspoken words and enshrine them forever in his mind, only fueling his already unarguable conviction that no, he couldn't let this man slip away like it wasn't him that kept Derek's lungs breathing and his heart pounding and his limbs working.

With one last smack of lips Spencer gasped out of the kiss, keeping their foreheads glued together and his eyes shuttered because it was clear now that he didn't need to see the man to know he wouldn't leave, but his skin couldn't do without the feeling of Derek's against it nonetheless.

Slowly, he opened his lids and noticed the pair of pitch-black eyes in front of his were staring at him.

He smiled when he spotted a bright glimmer deep inside them, and was returned with a smile of Derek's own.

"Plus," Morgan's hoarse voice gently poked through the silence, as both his hands rose to cup the other's face.

"I know we shouldn't profile each other and all that, but dad really doesn't know what to do with himself when he's not with us, so my money's on him coming back." he joked.

Spencer burst in the prettiest giggle Derek had ever heard and let his head fall onto the other's shoulder.

"Y-yeah, mine too." he agreed once he'd recomposed himself enough to straighten in his seat again.

"Let's put this t-shirt on and go to sleep, uh?" Derek offered.

The genius nodded, and in a matter of 5 minutes at most, the two were a mess of entangled limbs - both injured and not - instants away from falling asleep; with a few less doubts stinging their hearts and just as many newfound strings keeping them together.

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cyn-00 · 4 years

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This is called "it's 8am and I've been awake since 5 and this idea popped into my head but it's not plot-ful enough to write an actual fic out if it"

Or: Moreid fluffy/snuggly/sleepy conversation about Boyband Hair™ bc we were robbed. This is a tribute to it. Vaguely inspired by 5x22 "The internet is forever", when indeed Hotch makes his iconic comment about Reid's haircut. EDIT: I decided in the end to post it on my AO3 too bc 1) I like the idea of having a platform where to keep all my works organized and 2) if u ever wanna re-read it it's easier to find :3

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Morgan's hand sneaked up to settle in his boyfriend's hair, a gesture that had become second nature to the man as much as responding to it with a content purr had become second nature to the genius.

He chuckled fondly and squeezed Spencer's weary frame even more into his arms, shifting to get more comfortable in their lying position on the Doctor's couch.

He relished in their first actual few minutes of real quiet after having managed to wrap up yet another loud, messy, challenging case; tenderly scraping the man's scalp with his fingertips.

When Spencer had popped up in the conference room that morning along with that new haircut of his, Derek's instant reaction had been a seemingly uncontainable jaw drop at the very least, if not a flat out hopefully-not-drooling-on-the-floor kind of situation. Right off the bat he hadn't thought about how he would no longer be able to braid his hair and twirl his fingers around the curls and see the genius sigh annoyedly and give in to pulling it up in a messy half-bun. He didn't mind anyway though. Spencer was gorgeous, how dare he complain.

"So uh...boyband? " he teased.

Reid's giggle came in a hitched puff of warm air tickling the man's throat.

"Stop." he attempted at biting back. It came off adorable, just as expected. Which usually made him even more flustered which in turn made him even more adorable. A virtuous cycle, if you will, to Morgan's eyes - Boy Wonder would disagree.

"Mmh I don't know baby it doesn't really fit you, if you ask me..." Derek joked further, chasing that very virtuous cycle that every time made his heart swell with reverence and disarming affection for the boy snuggled in his arms.

Spencer playfully kicked his calf with a stripy sock-cladded foot. "I said stop!"

The man's chest only thrummed more eagerly with chuckles at the reaction, as he gave in the impulse to tilt his head down and place a kiss on his boy's forehead, covered in a layer of soft hazelnut bangs he wasn't used to.

"C'mon. You know I'm joking." he reassured; Spencer raised his face - until then tucked under his chin - to meet Derek's kind eyes the second the man dropped that little game of his.

"I know." Reid nodded his understanding, the corner of his lips quirking up in a small grin. "And anyway, doesn't sound to me like an insult or anything." he shrugged.

The other's brows shot up. "You got that one right."

Derek cradled the genius' cheek with a hand, preventing him from shying away from what he was going to say. "You do look extremely pretty."

A glimmer sparked up in Spencer's eyes at the compliment, biting his inner-cheek but determined to not avert his gaze.

"...thank you" he replied bashfully; seemingly impossible for the wholesome genius to be unpolite even if there's no need to thank someone for merely speaking the truth.

After keeping up with the man's stare a while longer, Spencer's muzzle couldn't help but reclaim his previous warm spot under Derek's chin.

He laid a velvet peck on his boyfriend's Adam's apple. "That's all that matters to me, honestly."

Morgan frowned. Boy had this habit of voicing his thoughts minutes if not hours after the conversation had come to its end.

"What matters, kid?"

"...that...that you think that of me ?"

Derek ducked his head to bury his lips in Spencer's cloud of brunette strands.

"That I think you're pretty? That what you're saying?" he asked; questions coming out in a half-mumble due to the dampening effect of the genius' mop of hair.

"Yeah." the other simply confirmed, tying his arms tighter around the older man's torso.

"I- I mean... I'm not saying that I cut my hair for you, I mean that at the end of the day I just care that YOU think I'm...pretty."

Derek's already molten heart leaked out of his body. "Spencer... you are my Pretty Boy. Always. Got that?"

To someone external it might've seemed shallow to spend time discussing about whether Morgan thought he was pretty or not. To the couple it wasn't, though, because that last exchange of theirs held a bigger, unspoken value to it, unanimously acknowledged by them both. Claiming Reid was his pretty boy was only the very tip of the iceberg of a meaning way deeper, hinted at through a light-hearted, sleepy conversation.

If Derek hadn't known the man like the palm of his hand, he wouldn't have been willing to bet that he was smiling ear-to-ear. But he did know him like the palm of his hand, and he could also feel that smile hovering millimeters away from his skin.

Spencer nodded vehemently. "Got it. Your Pretty Boy."

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Moreid one shot, 2 - "without even trying"

Season 5, episode 11 "Retaliation" (at the end of it, when Hotch goes to Morgan's office to talk to him)

I guess cute is the word to describe this one shot? (I hope so at least)

Also, I'm not a writer so Idk techniques and stuff, but to stay away from the "Reid is the troubled one so he gotta have the focus" cliché, I'm gonna alternate the points of view in my fics from Reid's to Morgan's. Idk if that's effective or, on the contrary, it confuses the reader. Let me know? If you want? Thanks! ❤️

Read it on AO3

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Hotch had just got out of Morgan's office, after a conversation that took only 5 minutes but was definitely enough to leave Derek quite confused. But he was so tired he didn't wanna think about any of it for a while - him becoming head of the team temporarily because of Hotch's recent loss.

He could relax now. He stretched on his chair and closed his eyes.

All of a sudden he heard footsteps approaching his office, breaching through that soothing silence. He could clearly recognize the sound Reid's - his boyfriend 's - shoes made, and the rhythm of his pace. He opened his eyes and sat up straight on his chair again.

"Pretty boy!" he greeted him with relief, smiling from ear to ear. If it had been anyone else coming in his office in that moment, it would have annoyed him. Even Penelope, to be fair - he loved her, but her always sparkling mood, sometimes, did not work for Derek, especially when he was tired.

Spencer stood there without answering, hands in his pockets, trying to hide his smile at Derek's reaction.

"Come here" Morgan gestured with his fingers, while drawing his chair closer to the desk. Spencer followed the order and walked closer, putting his heavy satchel on the chair opposite from Derek instead of sitting down.

A few seconds of silence were more than enough for him to pick up that something was bothering him. And Derek knew that, but there was no reason to hide it. That's what Spencer did to him: he always put him in the condition of allowing himself to be authentic and vulnerable - probably, without even trying.

Reid frowned. "You okay? Cause I saw Hotch getting out on my way here..."

"Yeah" was all that Morgan replied, followed by a few seconds of silence.

Spencer made his way around the desk and leaned on it with his back, crossing his arms on his chest. The space between the two was way smaller now, and Morgan felt the pressure to spit it out: it was all calculated, of course.

He sighed and looked up into Spencer's hazel - and tired - eyes.

"He came to tell me that he appreciates what I've been doing and that I exceeded everyone's expectations."

Spencer was now wearing an expression of confusion: he was struggling to pick up on how that could sound like something worthy of concern on Derek's part.

"...and?"

Derek sighed, again. "And, I don't know what to do with that. You know? He just said it like that. Was he implying that I should step down? Cause I can, I can do that for him, but he made it sound like it's up to me to decide, like he's not so sure in the first place." he explained, shaking his head.

Honestly, Spencer didn't quite get why he was being so paranoid - usually that was him. But on the other hand, he couldn't possibly know what he was going through: the pressure of having to fill Hotch's shoes, even if just temporarily.

He reached his hand out to lightly touch Derek's, in the attempt to soothe down his nervous fidgeting with the edge of the wooden desk; without making it too obvious that he wanted to hold it tight. Not out of being afraid to be seen - it was late and nobody was really around anymore, plus they would just be holding hands - but because he didn't know how Derek would react.

"I don't know what you'll decide, neither if Hotch is gonna decide for you. What I do know, though, is-" Spencer interrupted himself, keeping his eyes on Derek's hand while playing with his fingers, and smiled a little.

"-what I know is that I'm actually very proud of you." he made sure to shift his look on Derek's face right after saying that, to try and decipher his reaction.

Derek smiled in a way that made Spencer's heart melt, like he was satisfied with him saying what he felt out loud, instead of covering his actual feelings with statistics and facts that maybe worked universally, but did not really say anything about him or what he thought about things - about Derek.

He stood up from the chair and got closer to Spencer, combing his fingers through his hair.

"Kid, you know that what you think matters to me, right? Even if you look at me like I'm the most confident person in the room. When you speak your mind I care to listen. You know?"

Reid shot up from his half-sitting on the desk position, cupped Morgan's face in his hands and kissed him, out of nowhere, out of not being able to resist his gaze and words and that damn hand in his curls any longer. It actually happened more often that one would think, that Spencer was the one to kiss him first.

Derek got carried away - totally forgetting that the door was open - and pulled himself even closer to him, pushing him against the desk with his hips and breathing heavily against his soft lips.

The kiss was getting real intense, their mouths melted together like they hadn't seen each other in months when, actually, they sticked around one another literally all day long - not only for work.

Spencer got out of the kiss, craving for air. His hair slightly messy, just like his tie; his lips red.

Derek ran his hands from Spencer's hips up to his tiny waist, but without getting any closer than he already was, nor saying anything. The moment he did that, Spencer's chest was all racing again.

"Alright can we- can we get home?" Spencer stuttered embarrassed and quite visibly impatient, voice a little hoarse.

Derek nodded chuckling, leaning forward again to give Spencer a quick peck behind his ear, like he hadn't teased him enough already.

Reid picked up his leather bag from the chair - surprisingly remembering about it after that - while Morgan grabbed his jacket from the chair and they walked out of the office together.

"I have to admit that if you had to give Hotch his position back, I would kinda miss seeing you in shirt and jacket..." Reid said jokingly, avoiding to phrase it like: "you look hot in shirt and jacket and you're lucky I don't try to jump you all the time." But that's definitely what he meant.

Derek chuckled. "Pretty boy, I would keep doing the whole jacket thing just for you, really, but I can't really kick doors open wearing that, can I?" he paused to increase the tension, smirking teasingly.

"I have reason to believe that you like that too, am I right?" he shot Spencer a look that made him blush and smile, even if he wasn't looking back at him.

Silence.

Spencer rolled his eyes. "...alright. 1-0 for you, I guess."

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