#derek morgan drabble

[ddejavvu]

can i request a derek fic where readers also in BAU and they’re married and everytime someone says “morgan” both her and derek turn around or show up and the teams figuring out how to differentiate the morgan’s and dereks just all smug like “yeah she’s MY wife”

i love you’re writing btw!!!🩷

"Morgan?" Penelope calls from the kitchen, "You're scheduled for a retake of your ID photo today at 12!"

The responses she gets are a, 'What?' from you, and a, 'What'd you say?' from your husband. You blink bewilderedly at him, and relish the way that his grin lights up the room between you, like a sunbeam shot into your chest.

"Oh, not you," Penelope huffs, peering over the open door of the fridge to glance between you two, "I meant the pretty one!"

"That doesn't narrow it down, babygirl," Derek raises an amused brow at her, drumming his pen on the wood surface of his desk, "You talking to me or my wife?"

"Your wife!" Penelope all but snaps, "Derek, your ego is so inflated."

"It's your fault," You tease Penelope, who withdraws from the fridge with a can of soda and a slightly guilty expression on her face, "I seem to remember you answering just about a thousand of his phone calls with, 'Ahoy there, sexy'."

"Stop," She pleads regretfully, cracking the tab on her soda can with more force than she needs to, "Don't- stop! I didn't know you two were- were hitched! -were canoodling! I never would have talked about his abs if I'd known he was taken."

"It's okay," You promise her, and you really mean it, because you know for all of their sex-crazed banter, they're friends to the highest degree, and Derek is faithful to you. "Penelope, if it weren't for you, he wouldn't know how to paint nails."

"It's true," Derek nods, grabbing your hand to showcase the baby blue color he'd applied for you just yesterday, "You're my personal trainer, P.G."

She surrenders with a sigh, and you're glad that she seems to not harbor any real guilt, because you'd hate for her to be burdened with it. She leans in to peer at your hand Derek has on display, and when she looks closely at your ring finger, her nose scrunches in a grimace.

"You got it on her cuticles, Derek," She chides, disapproval apparent in her tone that makes your chest shake in a gleeful laugh, "Have I taught you nothing?"

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[luveline]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

Can I request shy!reader and Derek? Maybe where she's really shy about pda but she finally works up the courage to hold his hand or kiss his cheek in public and he just melts <3

tysm! ♡

"Penelope, I'm not wearing that." 

Penelope waves the custom t-shirt she's made at him threateningly. "Yes, you will, because you love me and you love Hotch and he deserves our support." 

She's created matching garb for their entire team as well as any partner willing to support Hotch. "This is his second triathlon, and he's very much going to remember last year's triathlon and his now ex-girlfriend. Plus, it's for charity!" She slaps his chest with the shirt. "Put it on." 

You smile at his reaction, the fond clench of his jaw, his rolling eyes as he peels out of his t-shirt. The smile quickly stifles, mouth dry as the Sahara in seconds. The tight pack of his abs ripple in the sunlight, dark skin practically glistening. 

"It's too hot for this," he complains. 

Penelope nudges you. "He can say that again." 

Derek squeezes into his shirt and laughs. "This better be the wrong size on accident." 

"Maybe." She leans down to grab another shirt from her tote bag, saying, "This should be the right size, sweetcheeks." 

Yours is big enough to wear over your original blouse easily. Derek glares at you without any real malice and swings an arm around your shoulders, dropping a kiss at your temple. "Looking good." 

Being with Derek has never made any sense to you. Or rather, Derek being with you has never made any sense —you'd be a fool to turn him down and he's a fool to think you're good enough. He's ridiculously attractive, a bombshell of a man, with ambition and a good heart, sweetness and heat alike practically drip from him. You're confused by him often and melted by him more, a melted puddle of a girl as he walks you to the crowd of BAU employees waiting at the finish line to cheer for Hotch.

Jack and Henry stand together, though Henry, JJ's son, is much smaller. Will crouches next to him to make sure he doesn't run anywhere he isn't supposed to, while JJ stands with Emily and Spencer, all already bedecked in their supportive t-shirts. 

There's a chorus of hellos as you join them. Everybody Derek cares about that isn't in Chicago stands in a bubble, and it terrifies you like always. You want to make a good impression. You don't want to let Derek down. 

Not that he cares about any of that. He knew you were shy to aching when you met and he has no intentions of trying to change you. "Sorry we're late," he says. "My fault."

Actually, it's your fault. You got the time wrong. But Derek doesn't embarrass you by telling them —your affection for him swells. 

He keeps a hand behind your back for a while. You sway under the huge sun beating down and on tired feet for a while, Hotch your saviour as he appears across the finish line. Will takes Jack to meet him, and Jack, the poor thing, gets a super sweaty hug.

Hotch isn't first to finish, but he runs a good time. 

"Better than last year's!" Emily cheers. 

Penelope wolf whistles. You clap your hands with Spencer, pleased if feeling a little out of place. 

"Maybe I'll sign up for next year's triathlon," Derek says, grinning. 

You know he's kidding, but Derek could do anything he set his mind to. You go on tiptoes and kiss his cheek. "I'd cheer you on," you say earnestly, stepping back, wiping the tiny balmy kiss print you've left behind. 

Derek looks at you plainly startled. Your heart skips a beat, worried you've overstepped. 

"Can I get another one of those, or are they in limited supply?" he asks, warm and quiet, not an inch of bravado to be seen. 

You turn back the unfolding scene of victory in front of you, "Maybe later." 

Derek is noticeably sweet on you for hours, and declares at dinner that he'll be joining Hotch in next year's triathlon. You reach for his hand under the table and nod along. You'd love to see him at the finish line. 

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[velvetcloxds]

if you're too shy- dbf!derek morgan where he's secretly dating rossi's daughter and when she's in trouble the team goes in to help her and instead of running to rossi she runs to derek

BRAVE | D.M.

word count: 1k (I'm really trying to keep these short, I swear ksjc)

warnings: I'm in love with him, your honor (also the reader being in danger obvs)

Derek wasn't sure how no one had realized just how absolutely shattered he'd been from the second they got that tape of you tied up and wounded, begging for help. He was sure it was obvious just how mad he was with worry, how on edge he was, how terrified he was- he blamed it on everyone else's worry, especially your father, if your father was even the tiniest bit focused on anything other than finding you he'd have put the pieces together immediately. He didn't care for it now, trying to hide how he felt, he wanted to find you, wanted to know you were safe and if he got his ass handed to him by Rossi in the process then so be it.

Truth be told, Rossi had noticed, everyone was worried, and everyone was on edge but it wasn't the first time they had lost someone on the team and though you weren't on the team, you were definitely part of the family. Derek, however, wasn't acting like he lost a team member, not close. Rossi would've had to be blind not to see the look on his face every time a lead fell through, the balled fists as he rewatched the video of you as if looking at it one more time would show him something new the team had missed, tell him something he hadn't heard, or the way his face showed such genuine fear when he first heard your voice- Derek was about as easy to read as the Sunday paper and Rossi, though not pleased at all with what that meant, had a feeling you'd be acting the very same if the roles were reversed.

Which is why, despite everything in him, Rossi was the one who volunteered to go first, check the rooms first, look for the unsub first, why he'd let Derek lead the team to look for you, why he'd let him go after the sound of your voice instead of the sound of a gun- if Derek's behaviour was anything to go by, you'd probably be wanting him anyway, it'd be him you'd be calling for from beneath your restrictions- and he was right.

You were crying, fighting against the restraints, fighting to feel him, to be free in a way that only his arms could free you and he was trying, gun discarded and knees on the bare concrete, cooing all the while as his tremored hands attempted to undo the knots.

"I'm trying, baby," he breathed, voice nearly as unsteady as his movements, barely keeping hold of his sanity as your crying intensified. "I know, sweet thing, I know, just one more second," and that's all it took before you were loose, the way you reached for each other was messy, reckless, senseless, you weren't sure how you'd tangled yourselves so quickly but you were on his lap, not a care for a single one of your injuries as you grabbed at his neck. "You're safe," he sighed, finally allowing the relive to find him, not concerned in the slightest for what the team would think as they rushed into the room behind him.

"I asked for you," you admitted, your voice a broken sound, hoarse from the shouting, trembling from the crying, not at all controlled. "In the video, it was stupid," you wanted to see him, pulling away with hands not delicate in the slightest as you cupped his cheeks. "Didn't want you to worry," you weren't thinking at all about who was listening, watching, trying to climb onto him even more, lean into him even more, eliminate the concept of space completely because you didn't want to be out of his arms for even a second ever again.

"You weren't stupid," he argued, his own hand mimicking yours as he brushed a thumb over your cheek, avoiding the scar that hid under dried blood, fuming at the sight, the only thing keeping him from beating the life out of the bastard who did this to you was the impossible grip you had on him. "You were brave, baby girl, so damn brave," he insisted and you nodded without thinking, entranced, exhausted, with the adrenaline leaving your system the ordeal was starting to catch up with you.

"Is my dad here too?"

"Right here," you looked over Derek's shoulder to find the pair of eyes that had been taking in your whole interaction, not at all expecting him to move forward and place a lingering kiss on the top of your hand, hand squeezing Derek's shoulder as he did so. "You think I'd let your guy over here take all the credit for saving you?" he mused and you managed a small smile, syncing into Derek's arms, body too heavy to stay upright any longer and of course, Derek was expecting the sudden slump and the nuzzle of your head into his neck as he lifted the pair of you up from the ground.

"We wanted to tell you," Derek noted as the medics moved you onto the gurney, connecting you to all the wires and machines, ignoring your whispered pleas for the time being. "She was scared."

"For you?" Rossi quipped, already knowing the answer, shrugging when your partner nodded guiltily, already moving to join you on the ambulance, instinct kicking in when he heard you begging for him, saw you reaching for him. "Don't think facing the father could be as terrifying as this," he tried a lighthearted comment, but it had a bite to it, tension still thick, nerves still soaring. Derek nodded again, looking down at you with eyes so full of love it was sickening.

"No sir," he agreed and smiled as you looked up at him with a big, dazed stare, a dreamlike look matching his own as you forced your entwined hands to your mouth to brush a light kiss to his knuckles. "Nothing could be as scary as losing her."

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[fragileruns]

Hello love! Would it be possible to request something with derek morgan x inexperienced!reader? I think it's such an interesting dynamic since he's a very suave person. Maybe something about the reader being nervous or insecure of having less experience than he does? You can go either fluffy or smut or both 🥰 I hope this request finds you well. Thank you in advance!! ❤️

hi! thank you for your request <3 it’s just a little blurb but i hope you like it

derek morgan x reader. content warning: mentions of sex but no smut, reader being nervous, derek being a gentleman, reader likes coffee so if you don’t i’m sorry, reader has hair but i think the rest is gender neutral

You had spent longer than you’d care to admit picking out an outfit for your date tonight. You knew that Derek had seen you at your worst - working together had made it inevitable for him to see you sick at least once, tired, irritable, and much worse than that - but it still felt like a big deal.

It was your third date, and you knew what the implications meant. Even if you didn’t, Emily, JJ, and Penelope and taken to relentlessly teasing you to make sure you did know. And sure, you’d known each other for years and had been in this sort of relationship for a few months (your work made it hard to plan times to be together, which was why you’d been on so few dates), but you were nervous.

You had never really been with many people. Somehow, Derek had managed to be with quite a few people even with how often you had to be away for your job: you knew this because everyone did. He wasn’t exactly subtle. You, however, were not as skilled at picking up anyone while you were away or at home, for that matter. The only people you’d been with were the few actual relationships you’d had in the past.

So, you were sitting on his couch after your date - he had cooked for you, which somehow made this all even more nerve wracking - and you were trying desperately not to bounce your knee.

After what felt like forever, and simultaneously not long enough to prepare yourself, Derek had come to plop down next to you. He insisted you go sit while he did the dishes, something about being a ‘gentleman’ and ‘needing you to sit pretty.’

You were sure he’d noticed your nerves, but he had been kind enough not to say anything yet. However, once he placed a hand on your thigh in what was meant to be a comforting way, and you tensed up, he couldn’t hold it in.

“What’s up with you tonight? Did I do something wrong? You’re not vegan, are you?” He questioned, worried that maybe you hadn’t really enjoyed your dinner.

“What? No,” your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him for a mere second, before casting your gaze in front of you. “Nothing’s wrong with me, I’m just tired.”

“Trying to lie to a profiler? Babe, that’s like, the worst move you could make,” Derek chuckled slightly, turning to face you more. He was trying to make light of the situation, and you appreciated that, but your nerves didn’t seem to care.

“I’m a profiler, too.”

“So you should know you can’t hide things from me. C’mon, just spit it out,” his hand moved to brush your hair off of your shoulder before rubbing it to try and coax whatever was wrong out of you. “I promise I won’t laugh.”

You shot him a look, and he grinned. “Okay, depending on what it is, I may laugh. Just a little bit. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to tell me.”

“I just - it’s our third date.”

“Really? Thought it was our fifth.” He tried to joke, but when it didn’t seem to calm you any, he just shook his head and mumbled a small apology.

“And there’s… implications that go along with it.”

Derek tilted his head, looking at you similar to a confused dog. But when you didn’t clarify and instead only gave him a look, he understood what you meant.

“And you’re worried about that?”

“I mean, kind of. Yes. I just,” you sighed as you tried to piece your words together, cheeks flush with embarrassment about even having to have this conversation. You were an adult, but for some reason, telling your sort of boyfriend that you hadn’t had sex in a while still felt awkward. “I’m not really.. experienced, I guess. I’ve only been with a few people. And you-”

“Used to be a total manwhore?”

“I wasn’t going to say that. And I really wish Garcia hadn’t taught you that term.”

He laughed at that then, and his arm lifted off of your shoulder to trail down your arm, before he grabbed onto your hand.

“Look, I’m not expecting anything out of tonight, okay? I just wanted to spend time with you, I don’t care if I see you naked tonight. Or for a while. It doesn’t matter,” he started, and the seriousness on his face was almost odd, since you were used to his teasing grin. “If you’re not ready for it, I’m not ready for it. Just because it’s our third date doesn’t mean we’re required to have sex. And I wasn’t really thinking about that, anyway. I don’t want to do it if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t want you to be disappointed because I’m not as good as you expected. Or what you’re used to,” You frowned, and it made him frown, almost like a mirror.

“Baby. Sweetheart. Honey. You seriously think I’m going to be disappointed? I used to wake up early every morning so I could get coffee from your favorite place just so I could have an excuse to bring you a cup and talk to you.”

“That’s forty minutes out of the way.”

“I know. I’m like, borderline obsessed with you. You should be creeped out.” When the corners of your lips turned up at that, he broke out into a grin, and leaned forward to grab your face into his hands, forcing you to look at him. “What I’m saying is, I could never be disappointed by anything you do. If we have sex, and only whenever you’re ready for it, it’s going to be great for me no matter what. ‘Cause it means that I’m with you.”

Your head leaned against the palm of his hand, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips, quick but loving.

“If you’re ever feeling stressed about these things, you need to just tell me. Don’t sulk, you shouldn’t be nervous about anything. Not with me. Got it?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly and his hands drop from his face, wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you to his side, your head falling onto his shoulder.

“Great. Now - which horror movie do you wanna watch? Halloween or Scream?”

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[violetflowerswrites]

Can’t Sleep - Derek Morgan

Prompt: How does Morgan comfort his partner when they can’t sleep?

Pairing: Derek Morgan x GN! Reader

Disclaimer: mentions of death and loss. Mentions of bullying, abuse, and violence and killers. Reader works in a hospital. Some angst and comfort. Established relationship, a consensual kiss, SFW.

Word Count: 780

A/N: I just watched Season 11 episode 16 where Morgan gets KIDNAPPED and TORTURED and it was so painful to watch and stunningly beautiful and heartbreaking. In the ep, Morgan mentioned the moment he knew he wanted to marry Savannah: when they sat together until the sun came up, with no words exchanged, after a bad day. Here’s my take on that moment. Fun Fact: the ep was directed by Thomas Gibson aka Hotch!

…

Click.

You heard the lock of the front door click open, a sound that was alarmingly loud in the still quiet of the night.

A glance at the grandfather clock by the fireplace told you it was 4:11 am. The dead of night.

You were hunched up in a knitted blanket, feet tucked under yourself, where somehow the warmth of the fireplace still didn’t seem to be able to warm your fingers and toes.

Derek Morgan stomped into the house. Even through all his tactical training, somehow he never walked quietly when he wasn’t on duty. You heard a sigh escape from the depths of his exhausted body as he tore off his boots and carelessly tossed his black go bag on the floor.

His sleep-deprived brain finally registered the glow of the fireplace, illuminating your face as you turned to glance at your lover.

Derek opened his mouth to speak, to ask the questions you knew were coming like:

Why are you up? I texted you but I didn’t expect a reply.

Why are you downstairs? Shouldn’t you be in bed?

Are you okay?

The answer to all of which was etched on your face as clear as day.

You were grieving.

This had happened a few times before in the years you’ve been together. At the hospital, patients were lost every day, just like in Morgan’s line of work, people died all the time.

But, as the both of you knew, some days the loss was harder to deal with than others. Much harder.

Morgan remembered that you were treating a teenager who had been injured in a suspicious camping accident, where you suspected they were being severely bullied. They must have succumbed to their injuries today.

As Derek stepped closer to you, you seemed to shrink deeper into yourself, your face now buried in your arms as silent tears racked your body.

His heart broke for you as your usually strong, confident frame, shivered and shook with sadness and anger.

He took a seat next to you on the couch, his largeness sinking the cushion down so that you naturally fell into his side, leaning your head on his shoulder. He gripped your hands in his callused ones, rubbing them gently to bring warmth to their icy touch.

After a few moments, your breath started to come back into your lungs with more certainty; the sobs had subsided.

So you picked your head up, about to thank your lover for his comfort.

But the flickering light of the fireplace now revealed his face. And you were startled to see tears rolling down his chiseled jaw as he stared deep into the flames, his mind clearly elsewhere.

What you didn’t know was that SSA Derek Morgan also had a bad day. A spree killer was after father and son pairs, taking revenge on his own abusive and alcoholic father. He always left the sons alive. Morgan connected with one of sons who became a key witness to catching the killer. But it was watching the kid square up his shoulders and comfort his distraught mother in the hospital, that broke Morgan’s heart.

Just like him, that little boy had now become the man of the house. Just like him, he had to learn the ugly truth of life at far too young an age.

The truth that dads can die.

It was this grief, for himself, for that now fatherless child, that made Derek Morgan, the big, strong FBI profiler, who kicked down doors and tackled serial killers for a living, break down in tears in the privacy of his home, and in the arms of his lover.

So you comforted him. You drew your arms around his broad shoulders and tipped his head down into your chest, soothingly rubbing his back up and down. Derek hugged you back fiercely, locking his hands around you and squeezing tight, as if he never wanted to let you go.

You held him for hours, until the first beams of light started to stream through the woven fabric of the curtains.

Sunrise.

And just like that, another day. Another patient, for you, and another case for him.

People always needed saving. And that’s what the two of you were here for.

Derek shifted on the couch, loosening his hold on you, but still grasping a hand in his. His expression now much more calm than it was before, you were relieved to see. His eyes softened as they took in your beautiful, tear-streaked face, as if seeing you for the first time.

He leaned in to press his lips to yours, filled with unspoken words.

I need you.

I love you.

Thank you.

…

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[blushingbucky]

stay, stay, stay | derek morgan

pairing: derek morgan x f!reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: above all, you want him to stay, stay, stay.

warnings: arguing, overuse of italics, slight violence, jealousy, too much dialogue (sue me)

author’s note: this is my first derek imagine, and it’s based on taylor swift’s ‘stay, stay, stay (taylor’s version)’ !! i'm still new to writing for criminal minds, so (kindly) let me know how i can improve :)

quick sidenote: i love derek and penelope, truly, but sometimes jealousy happens and it’s normal. this fic is not here to judge, nor am i criticising their friendship.

“You call her baby girl. Mama. Sugar. Insert any nickname that’s inappropriate for someone other than your girlfriend! Derek, you can’t stand there and tell me you’re not in love with her!”

“I’m not in love with Penelope, y/n! She’s my best friend, nothing more! You know that!”

“Oh, do I, chocolate thunder?”

You and Derek are on opposite sides of the room. Both of your faces are hot, your hearts pounding, voices raised to an uncommonly loud volume. And both of you are angry. Unbelievably, stupidly, some might say irrationally angry. But neither of you can stop.

Instead, you throw your phone across the room at him. Derek’s instincts intervene and he dodges the object, watches it crash into the wall behind him. He stares at you.

“y/n, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I can’t do this right now,” you reply, and stalk into the bedroom. Slam the door shut, leaving Derek alone in the living room to clean up the mess.

With the morning comes embarrassment. The curtains hadn’t been closed last night, and sunlight streams into the bedroom. It invades every corner of the room, forcing your brain to acknowledge it and your eyes to adapt. You’d rather remain asleep than awake, and you throw an arm over your face with a groan.

It does nothing to block the light, nor the memories of the night before. Your heart sinks.

Derek.

The bed is empty beside you, another reminder of your stupidity. Its sheets are uncharacteristically cold, the other pillow flat, the blankets isolated to your side of the bed. A sigh escapes your mouth as you stretch. Disentangling yourself from the sheets, you slip on your lucky socks. You’d need them for this conversation.

There’s a hush over the apartment, and you leave the bedroom door open. An invitation.

“Derek?” Your voice is soft, testing the waters. You don’t know what his reaction will be, where he slept last night. Will he still be angry? Did he sleep at Penelope’s? Did he get called in for a case and you didn’t get to say goodbye?

The last question hurts the most, but the sting is removed with a “Yeah.” It came from the couch.

There, you find sleepyhead Derek without a pillow but with a rumpled blanket, arm tucked beneath his head. It’s a rare morning that you’re both home, but you don’t get a second to cherish it. Instead, you have to face the music. You can’t meet his gaze. You’d rather look down at your feet, and so you do.

His eyes follow yours, and he laughs. “Lucky socks?”

“Lucky socks,” you murmur, and find the courage to sit on the floor, leaning against the couch. “We should talk about last night.”

“Give me a second,” he says. Derek shifts on the couch, and you move to let him stand. He walks into the bedroom, disappearing from view. The longer he’s gone, the more you worry. You sit on the couch and fold the blanket, busying your hands in an effort to busy your mind.

You barely breathe until he returns, Chicago Bears football helmet on his head. The smile’s evident in his voice as he says, “Okay, let’s talk.”

Your laugh is shaky, almost breathless. The gesture might be funny if it didn’t remind you of the broken phone, how you’d wanted to hurt him. How you’d screamed. “Derek…”

“I know, I know.” He takes off the helmet and sets it on the coffee table, gently sitting beside you. “You were saying.”

“I’ve never felt like this before,” you confess, nerves rearing their ugly head and suppressing the volume of your voice. “It’s terrifying. I don’t want to be jealous—”

“Honey, it’s understandable—”

“But I am! Because when you’re gone, you’re with her on a case, and I’m at home, worrying if you’re safe. It’s stupid, you’re always careful, and nicknames are just something that you and Penelope do, but…” you exhale, inhale. Exhale again. Breathe. Remember to breathe. “I’m just scared.”

“Scared of what, sweetheart?” Derek’s hands capture yours, running his thumbs over the backs of your hands. The fight wasn’t about Penelope. It was never about Penelope, but fear loves to manifest and disguise itself as anger.

“Losing you, dummy.” Your eyes sting, and you blink to hide the evidence of your tears. He sees them anyway, and brings one of your hands up to his mouth for a kiss. “I never want to lose you. You’re it for me, you know? And I’m not just saying that because you carry my groceries.”

He laughs, but you’re not finished. “You’ve memorised me. You know my favourite colour—”

“Green.”

“My hopes—”

“The Angels winning another World Series.”

“Derek.” You glare at him, and he grins at you. “I mean, you make me feel…”

Derek’s hands slide up your arms, and you forget how to breathe, how to think. “You… I feel…”

His fingers push through your hair, caressing your face. You can’t help but lean into the pressure, sighing as he presses a kiss to your forehead. Your arms are around his waist, palms flat against his back.

Your tongue finds the words. “Like I’m home.”

He grins at that, his lips meeting yours. You’re forgiven, but the fear of losing him remains. The thought of him leaving for good, of walking away or forcing you to walk away, is almost too much to bear. So you beg.

“Stay.” Each kiss is a prayer, a plea. “Stay. Stay.”

Ever the profiler, he sees your fear and shame and desperation. And he answers.

“I’m staying, sweetheart.”

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[unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

Safe

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader Prompt: “Hey, look at me. I'm not going anywhere” Word Count: 467

A/N: Prompt idea from @mrsh0tchner CM Discord Server

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You've felt lonely, empty, numb. You've been just working non-stop for a few weeks, just to not feel anything and keep yourself distracted.

All these feelings had been bottling up waiting to be poured out.

Slowly, some of them were dripping, you were like a zombie and everyone seemed to notice this change but no one approached you to see if something was bothering you.

Maybe they were all as busy as you were to notice that lately you just weren't yourself

Maybe they had noticed but they were afraid of the outcome. It's not easy to handle someone whose feelings are all over the place.

Or maybe it was just your brain making up all those wrong scenarios just to make you feel bad about yourself and in reality, they were trying to help but you were too blind to notice.

You were too blind to notice the coffee cup that Derek left on your desk before you arrived.

You were too blind to notice the less paperwork JJ leaves on your desk and how big the pile of Reid and hers has grown.

You were too blind to notice when Hotch ordered you to leave early during paperwork days and not stress too much during cases.

You were too blind to notice the bags of homemade meals that Rossi leaves on your front door.

You were too blind to notice that everyone was making your life a little bit easier because they knew you were struggling.

It was a matter of time until everything you've bottled up exploded. And your coworkers were waiting for that to happen and they were ready to help you.

One night after a rough case, Emily drove you to your place, she insisted on staying with you but you refused, you assured her you were just going to shower and head to bed.

Your mind was numb, not registering what you were doing, until you accidentally cut yourself while chopping some fruit. At that moment, you panicked, and everything spiraled down.

When you realized, you were at Derek's house, knocking on his door.

"Hey baby girl" he said, but you collapsed in front of him, he was fast to catch you, and pulled inside his apartment.

He noticed the tight fist and some blood on the outside of your hand. He took you to his couch and held you while you cried out.

Once you calmed down, you realized your surroundings and felt embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Der, I should go." You said avoiding his gaze.

“Hey, look at me,” He said, caressing your cheek, "you can stay," he added. You sighed and started to cry again, but this time it was for how sweet and caring Derek was with you, "I'm not going anywhere” he said after kissing your forehead.

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[whereireid]

˚ · . 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍

request here ! ⭑ smut | ♡ fluff | ✄ angst

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⭑ — size differences. (coming soon)

synopsis... derek is just so much bigger than you, and he never lets you forget it.

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[chvoswxtch]

derek morgan masterlist

»— anything marked with an astrik contains explicit content. minors dni.

»— all work is my own. please do not repost anywhere else without my consent.

☾ series/multiparts

→ slumber party.* / let's play.* (derek morgan & aaron hotchner & spencer reid)

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[alyswritings]

Hi love could I request a Derek Morgan x daughter reader (toddler age) where he is on a Case about a kidnapped about a little girl around the reader age he started think about if his little girl is okay and when the the case gets solved he goes home hugs the reader and he is afraid to let go because he doesn't want to loser her hopefully that makes sense thank you

Derek sits in the conference room as they go over the evidence, trying to think of who their unsub is and where he could be keeping the girl. He kidnapped a five year old girl, having kidnapped and killed three other girls around the same age prior, it being why they were called in.

Derek twirls the pen around in his hand as he thinks, his mind straying from the case and to his four year old daughter. If he were home, he would've just finished tucking her in after reading her a story.

"I gotta go to the bathroom." Derek says, getting up and walking out of the room. He takes his phone out, calling the babysitter.

"Hello?" She answers.

"Hey, Ramona. Uh... is-- how's Y/N doing?" Derek asks.

"She's good. She fell asleep about twenty minutes ago. Is everything okay?" Ramona asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, no, everything's good. I just-- I just wanted to check in. I should hopefully be back tomorrow." Derek states.

"Okay." She says.

- - -

They ended up solving the case the next day and all return home. They get back in the late afternoon and Derek is home by dinner time.

Hearing the door open, Y/N walks out of the kitchen.

"Daddy!" She cheers, racing towards him.

"Hey, hey." Derek grins. He picks her up when she's close enough, hugging her. "There's my favorite girl." He comments making her giggle.

"I missed you." She says, kissing him on the cheek.

"I missed you, too, baby girl." Derek kisses her on the forehead.

- - -

During dinner, Derek let them eat in the living room, sitting next to her on the floor while they used the coffee table.

After bath time, he helped her get ready for bed.

"What do you say you sleep in my bed tonight?" Derek suggests, more for his benefit than hers.

"Okay." Y/N grins.

"All right" Derek gives her a double high five.

After reading her a story, the two lay down and Derek holds her close.

"Night, princess." Derek mumbles, kissing her on the head. "I love you."

"Night, daddy. I love you, too." She says, yawning, slowly drifting to sleep. Derek softly smiles, holding her as close as he can, praying he's able to keep anything from ever happening to her.

#derek morgan #derek morgan drabble

[ddejavvu]

I haven’t seen anyone write ghost!reader helping the BAU solve her own case…like knocking things over to get their attention or play eerie songs to give hints😭

THIS IS SUCH A COOL IDEA??

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For FBI specialists, these guys suck. They've spent 20 minutes looking through your bedroom, and not once have they gone through the shoes in your closet, where one is tucked carefully away with a blood-stained heel. You'd driven it into your killer's eye just before he'd stuck his own weapon into your stomach, and you'd watched him put it neatly away in its place as you bled out.

"Y'know, I think we are looking at victims of opportunity," A tall, lanky one muses, hair in messy waves down to his shoulders as his slender hands hold your journal that you're not too happy he's reading. "There's nothing in here that indicates any sort of high-risk lifestyle, or anything that connects Y/N to the other victims. I think she just had her window open, and that was enough."

"I think you're right, Reid. This doesn't exactly look 'high-risk' to me." Another speaks, the dark tone of his skin a stark contrast against the white button-up he's holding out from your closet.

"But there's still something missing," Reid hums, peering confusedly around the room, "I mean, the other victims lived miles away. So if these really are opportunity kills, this guy's driving across the country and perusing neighborhoods to kill? That's not very probable."

"No. There's something else," The bigger one agrees, kneeling by the stain of your blood against the carpet. You watch on from the corner of the room, waiting for him to tuck his fingers just beneath the edge of the bed and withdraw the token that had fallen there when your killer had flailed about in the loss of his eye.

He doesn't.

You groan with frustration, but neither of them hear it. You're tired of waiting, tired of watching, tired of hoping they crack the case. You lunge for the bed, sending a breeze against the bottom of the comforter and rippling it so that the coin is visible for a split second.

The bulky agent's eyes widen slightly at the unexplainable draft, his thick brows dipping in concern. But he's seen the shiny coin, and he lets out a tsk as he examines it.

"Morgan? What's wrong?" Reid glances over at him, "Is that-?"

"A train token," Morgan drawls, "'Guess we know how this guy's getting around."

"Where did you find that?"

"It was under the bed." Morgan recalls, "It was... weird. There was this little breeze, like- like someone moved the comforter. That's the only reason I saw it. Would've missed it otherwise."

Reid's eyebrows arch curiously, then a smirk slides over his lips, "Maybe it was a ghost."

"There's no such thing as ghosts, pretty boy." Morgan scoffs, standing up straight with the token in hand, "Let's go, we've gotta deliver the profile- ah!"

Before they can walk out the door, you grab the shoe from your closet, flinging it at Morgan's ankle in retaliation for his rather rude comment. He jumps nearly a foot in the air, looking down at your bloody heel in terror.

"That just- that just hit me! It flew out of the closet, and- no, man, I'm not doing this. Fuck- fuck this, I'm going back to the car."

"It's bloody," Reid crouches to examine the shoe, warily glancing at the closet it had flown from, "Go ahead, Morgan, I'll just be a second."

"That is why white people die in horror movies," Morgan spits, already beelining for the front door, "I don't fuck with ghosts!"

When he's gone, Reid is silent. He snaps pictures of the heel, only touching the mess after it's been sufficiently recorded. There's some obscene mush that rubs off onto his finger and he grimaces, inspecting the remains.

"It's an eye," He murmurs to himself, but you hear it from where you're crouched right beside him. He has a pretty face, Morgan wasn't lying. He peers curiously once more at the closet, and you slide yourself into his line of vision as if he can see you. It's refreshing to have someone look at you again, even if they don't know they are.

Reid stands, taking your heel with him. He digs a plastic bag out of his pocket and slides the heel inside, gloves stained the same unsettling color. He starts for the door, finished with his investigation, but he lingers just before he can exit your bedroom. You're standing just behind him, intent on walking the man out and watching him drive away.

He turns back, gaze aimed towards the closet that's no longer occupied by your supernatural throwing arm.

"Thank you," He speaks, "I believe you're real. And I hope this- uh, finishes your business here. I hope you get to rest soon."

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[luveline]

hi honey, i love you so so much!!

what about stripper!reader with derek morgan?? he's on a case where strippers are being murdered, and while hotch is driving morgan calls you and tells you not to go into work because of what's going on, and emily is listening in on the conversation from the backseat and they tease him

thank youu!! love you!

ty for requesting lovely!! ilysm ♡

"I know you don't like listening to me, but could you do me a favour? Just this once?" 

Emily leans over in her seat so Spencer can see her side eye. "Who's Morgan talking to?" 

"Stay home tonight. No, this isn't a jealousy thing, you vixen–" 

Spencer shrugs. "No idea. But–" 

"But," Emily agrees. They've just left a crime scene with a specific victim, and now Morgan's on the phone asking someone to stay home. That someone would have reason to visit said crime scene's location, and the word vixen suggests female rather than male, which means, "Morgan has a secret stripper girlfriend." 

Spencer's entire face takes his frown, eyebrows pinched, mouth quirked into a telling line. "I like the implausible," he murmurs, "but that feels illogical. Where would they have met?"

"Uh," Emily says, widening her eyes at him. "Where do you think, Spence?" 

"Morgan doesn't need to go to a strip club." 

Emily understands what Spencer's saying. There are lots of reasons that people frequent strip clubs or gentlemen's clubs and none of those reasons apply to Derek. It's possible he could go socially, but it's just so unlike him, it doesn't add up. 

"I'm telling you the truth. I can't give you more detail than that, I just need you to stay home tonight." Derek pauses, laughs. "Alright," —his voice takes on a mechanical rendition, clearly having been fed a line he has to repeat aloud— "I, Derek Morgan, am an ignorant, jealous man, who can't cope with the fact that you don't want me, and am making up sad and childish lies to get you to stay home from your job. Is that what you wanted? Yeah, laugh it up." 

Emily laughs and grabs the headrest as he hangs up on you, pulling herself forward to taunt him as is required. "Care to explain yourself?" 

Derek sighs. "This is why I didn't tell you guys." 

"What!" Spencer says, though his smile is more audible than his incredulity. 

"So you have something to tell us?" Emily asks. 

Derek knows he can't weasel his way out of telling them, and he doesn't really want to. "I don't have a secret stripper girlfriend," he says, rolling his eyes, "she's not my girlfriend. She is an exotic dancer at one of the clubs downtown, and I met her at Home Depot." 

Emily isn't perturbed that Derek heard their gossiping. She's shameless. She doesn't even care that Hotch is frowning behind the wheel. "What was an exotic dancer doing at Home Depot?"

"Weirdly, Emily, she has a home. She wanted help finding renter friendly flooring." 

"Can we meet her?" 

"Never," Derek says with a smile. Emily couldn't know this, but he really likes you. You're sweet, super funny, and yes, you're a stripper. You work hard. Pole dancing is as physically demanding as any manual labour and you're damn good at it. "Ever." 

Spencer interjects the ensuing argument with a statistical analysis of strippers who are homeowners (unfairly few), but Morgan doesn't answer, trying to read a new text from you discretely. 

Sorry if I embarrassed you at work :( is it really not safe to go ?? Maybe u can come and be my bodyguard. I won't even make u tip me 4:10PM

He sends back, Really not safe. Stay home for me, relax for a few days. Call you tonight even if nothing changes 4:11PM

My hero <3 I trust u, but be careful OK ? and pls if it isn't too much trouble can u bring back some of those weird candies again? thank u thank u <3<3<3 4:14PM

Hotch makes a quiet sound of approval, eyes on the road. "The same girl you were with at Docklands? Rossi said she was cute." 

"She is." 

"Rossi met her?" Emily asks. "Oh, you're the worst."

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[velvetcloxds]

be my mistake- send me a character and a dialogue prompt and I'll write a little baby blurb for it- dbf derek morgan with "I'm not going anywhere" please

I WOULD | D.M.

word count: 0.9k

warnings: haven't done this in a while, little unsure about it, age gap

summary: something goes bump in the night and derek insists on coming over to check it out and make sure you're safe, but he can't get himself to leave even after he knows that it is

Derek didn't even hover before picking up your call, excusing himself from the table where the team was sat for dinner, your father included as he made his way outside, smiling to himself at the ringtone you insisted on putting on his phone so he'd know it was you calling blared loudly in his hand. His smile, one he was sure would make you a giggling mess if you were there to see it, slipped right off his lips when he heard your voice, shaking, soft, not at all like it would be when you saw something interesting while studying and simply had to tell him.

"Do you want me to come over and check it out?" Derek asked after you'd very quickly explained to him in a rush what happened, convinced someone was trying to open your window and come into your place.

"No," he wasn't convinced, you didn't think he was. "Just tell me it's nothing."

"It's nothing," he sounded very sure of himself and you nodded, feeling just a little better simply at the sound of his voice but you knew you'd feel just as scared again after his voice was gone. "Baby, it's nothing, I'm sure of it, just lock your door and your windows and go to bed, okay, I'm just a phone call away if you hear anything else."

He calmed you down as much as he could, knowing that for the most part whatever you heard outside your window wasn't anything to be scared of and that's what he told you and you pretended it was enough as you hung up, but he knew you'd not let it go, probably propped up on the stairs of your little condo, looking around at every sound, you'd probably not get much sleep and he knew you didn't need another reason to be skipping out of bed without shutting an eye.

He sent Garcia a quick text before taking a car to your place and he found you right where he thought he would, a little breath of surprise leaving his lips when you skipped over the stairs and right into his arms, gripping his hand tightly as he led you through every room and every corner, checking and double checking and finding nothing.

"You didn't have to come over, Der," you breathed softly, embarrassed as the two of you ended up right back in front of your door, hesitantly letting go of his hand now that there was no sign of anything wanting to harm you. "I didn't want to ruin your night," you pulled your sleeves over your hands, looking over his fancy suit, all dressed up for a fun night but standing in your place fighting imaginary monsters instead.

"You didn't ruin my night, sweetheart, and of course, I was going to come over," he raised a brow at you, reaching over to gently brush a fallen eyelash from your cheek, not at all surprised when you leaned into the touch, skin warming under his soft hold. "You were scared," he explained and you scoffed lightly.

"Doesn't take much to scare me, you know," you took a little step toward him, smiling lightly when he moved his hand to your neck, keeping you close just because he could. "You going to come running every time I'm scared?"

"I would," he shrugged, and it was addicting the way you melted into him, another little step leading you right into his arms, free hand settling on your waist and allowing his eyes to drag over your face, it was a selfish thing really, a curiosity, he could feel your heart beating against his palm, could see you trying to swallow your breaths. "There's nothing out there," he promised but you weren't convinced, the very sound you'd heard earlier skipping through the room, a shiver running right up your spine as you faked a small smile.

"I know," you nodded, bringing a hand up to squeeze his arm, fingers crawling up until they were tangled with his. "Thank you for coming to my rescue," you were trying to guide yourself around him, gripping his hand as you tried looking for the key to the front door. "Now that I know there's no boogie man waiting to get me, you can go back to listening to all my dad's horrendous jokes," he stopped you before you could reach for the door, shaking his head as he shook off his blazer jacket, winking as he let you go to throw it over the banister.

"You don't have to thank me," he was kicking off his shoes next, already trying to figure out which movie he was going to watch while you fell asleep next to him. "Did you eat something yet?" he knew the answer and even though he knew there were better options, he slid past you toward the kitchen, rummaging around before pulling out a tub of ice cream.

"Derek?" you watched him with curious eyes as he grabbed two spoons from the drawer and then moved all the way to the other side of the room where he sank down on the couch, free hand patting the spot next to him. "You're staying?" it was a silly question, one clearly already answered but he smiled still, nodding as you slowly walked over to him. "For the night?" he nodded again and you couldn't help but giggle, a soft sound, one that had the same impact on him that his smile had on you, his heart soaring at the little smile paired with it.

"Someone has to protect you from the boogie man, you know, just in case," he told you once you'd sat down next to him, not wasting a second before scootching into his side, placing the gentlest of kisses to his shoulder before he snaked his arm around you, guiding your head into his neck in the process and when the sound came through again it wasn't even slightly as terrifying as it should be, a kiss placed to your forehead as you stole a glance up at Derek. "I'm not going anywhere."

And he didn't, not when he realized it was really just the wind playing around with your trees, or when you started losing interest in the ice cream and the movie to look up at him every chance you got, or even when you fell asleep on his chest, snoring lightly, something he'd surely have to tease you about later and when he tried to move to the other chair to give you room and you gripped his shirt in your sleep, he knew that leaving you alone just about ever again would be all but impossible.

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[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

You pulled down the sleeves of your shirt, the sight of the bruises ringing your wrists an unwelcome sight. You didn’t care that you got them, it was an unwritten part of the job, but the looks the rest of the team kept shooting you when they caught sight of them sent jolts of guilt through you. It had been an honest mistake to make, the call that led you right into the Unsub’s hands and you understood that it could have been anyone in your position — but you were the newest member of the team and younger then most, so they felt a sense of responsibility for you.

It had taken a few days after your capture for them to narrow down the secondary location the Unsub had taken you and each moment of those days had the team biting their nails to the quick. It truly hadn’t been too bad for you, the Unsub having been too panicked to do anything other than tie you down then forget about you. It had been a nerve racking wait but the worst thing was the thirst, not having had any water.

When Derek had ripped open the doors that led to the room you were bound up in, the relief would have melted from you — if you had had any slack to move. He had hurried to your side, JJ and Rossi right behind him, pulling out a knife to cut you from the bed then carefully cutting the ropes from your limbs before gently lifting you into his arms and carrying you out to the waiting ambulances. You had had to spend a few days in the hospital following the experience getting fluids pumped into and the team had hardly left your side, at least one or two at your bedside every time you opened your eyes.

When you finally got the okay to leave and to travel, you had an honor guard the entire way to the plane. It hadn’t gotten any better when you were finally back in DC with everyone ‘innocently’ checking in with you almost hourly on the dot. It would have annoyed you but you could see the guilt still residing in their eyes, so you let it go and allowed their silent sentry.

You figured that it would eventually end when they were satisfied that you weren’t a wilting flower but for the time being every time they saw your wrists, they flinched. The black bruises that they saw were a constant reminder that they had sent you directly into danger and the guilt weighed heavy on their minds.

As such you did everything you could to make sure they couldn’t see them. You knew they knew they were still there, but you figured out of sight out of mind, out of mind what is the best policy. It seems to work for the most part, but it made it all the more dramatic when they caught sight of them again.

There was nothing you could do however, but wait them out and hope for the best.

@whumpuary

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[tojithesourcererkiller]

Everytime I read X reader fanfics I giggle to myself especially if it’s angst cause all I can imagine is reading the readers lines in a thick Glaswegian accent,,,,

And then I think about how no one would actually understand me 😂😭

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[daydreamingqueen1]

Sweets thief

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Warnings/Content: none. pure fluff, a wee bit of bullying to spence (totally harmless and friendly though), crushes, unhealthy amount of candy ingestion lol, no y/n, gn!reader too

Summary: You've been stealing sweets from your resident genius.

Word count: 1.2k

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It wasn't unusual for the BAU members to carry snacks with them.

The job was hard, stressful and, most importantly, it had unpredictable hours. So finding time to eat a proper meal wasn't always a viable option.

Nevertheless, eating is a basic human need and even if it's not completely healthy, the agents often found themselves battling their hunger with quick snacks.

As a relatively new member of the BAU, buying said vital snacks wasn't yet ingrained in your mind, resulting in you continually forgetting to buy something to munch on during cases.

Stealing was always an option though.

After several months with your coworkers, you are proud to say that you have managed to eat at the expense of all of their pockets, for experts in human behavior, they don't hide their treats so well.

However, after several months, you have come to know their go-to snacks and, subsequently, you have become picky.

Morgan eats some kind of high-protein bars with an awfully bright neon wrapper.

Emily loves those salt and vinegar chips every station has on their vending machines.

JJ, ever the healthy mom of the group, always has a few packages of oatmeal raisin cookies on hand.

Rossi carries eucalyptus and mint gummies like the old man he is.

And Hotch buys the most bland granola bars known to mankind.

With all of that said, the conclusion was obvious.

Spencer has the best snacks.

It is not only that he always has sweets but that he's the only one that manages for variety instead of a fixed thing. A bit ironic considering he is the most prone to sticking to a rigid routine. Well, you aren't complaining though, especially not this month.

You realized quickly that Halloween was a big thing for the resident genius, seeming to make the grown man regress to the mentality of an overly eager seven-year-old. It's lucky for you because that means that he chooses to try a new candy every single day of October.

It also means that you had begun stealing exclusively from him and, being surrounded by profilers, it wasn't long until you were discovered as the culprit.

A shadow had eclipsed your desk suddenly, making you look up to a squinting Dr. Reid. “Did you take my last Peanut Butter Cup?”

You shook your head, “No...”

Derek snorted on the desk nearby, “You've still got chocolate on your face, kid,”

Cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, you smiled up at Spencer sweetly.

His converse sounded hard against the floor as he stumped away.

Apparently, you weren't that discreet. He ended up catching you many more times after that.

"Hey!" Spencer swatted your hand when you grabbed yet another handful of his M&Ms.

You shrugged, feigning innocence, “Hey to you too Reid, but we've been in the same room for a while.”

He huffed, inching the box slightly out of your reach.

Many more times.

Your hand was literally inside the familiar size bag of Starburst candy when Spencer came back from the bathroom.

“Oh come on!” he groaned, taking the bag out of your grasp, “Buy your own.”

You went back to the local police station office, giggling to yourself like a child with your hands full of candy.

At this point hunger had become a secondary motive to your stealing. The number one reason being how adorable Spencer's reactions were when he caught you.

In all honesty, you harbored a bit of a crush on the man. You didn't have the courage to tell him upfront, making your silly brain manifest your feelings like a preschooler pulling on the pigtails of their crush. Oh, but teasing him was so fun, and it got you free candy so it was even better.

Then, yesterday, there was an incident.

The team was on the jet, another kidnapped girl had been safely returned to her parents, fairly quickly this time too. Spirits were high at wrapping up a case with such a positive outcome, making most of the agents mingle and play games on the usually quiet ride home.

You were perched on one of the individual seats, scrolling away in your phone and absentmindedly eating some candy (you had bought your own for once).

You jolted a bit when a hand dived into your candy bag. When you looked up, you found a smirking Spencer standing right in front of you, looking fairly smug and popping a piece into his mouth. He thought he was finally getting back at you for eating all of his sweets.

His joy lasted for about three seconds before he realized his mistake.

See, to the untrained eye, he had just eaten a couple of innocent looking bear gummies. Except, these were not regular gummies, they were your favorite kind, the most sour kind.

Spencer's face scrunched up with disgust, the sour effect of the gummy doubled at taking him by surprise, the acidic taste completely taking over his taste buds.

You couldn't help it, you bent over your belly with laughter, inadvertently drawing attention to Spencer's predicament.

The whole team snickered as they watched him rush back and forth on the narrow hall of the jet until he got hold of a tissue to spit the offending candy.

“What the hell is that?” he turned around to confront you.

You gave him an apologetic smile, “Sour candy?”

More laughs filled the space and Spencer had sat down on the furthest chair from yours, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest.

Back to today, you feel actually kind of guilty about what happened. You have been munching on all of Spencer's treats for weeks and the one time he does it to you, the whole team ends up making fun of him. A bit of teasing was fine but you don't want the man to actually feel bad.

So when you see him stand up from his desk and walk into the kitchen, you quickly jump out of your chair and grab something from your bag, trailing right behind him through the bullpen.

He's making himself an exaggeratedly sweet cup of coffee when you corner him.

“Spencer,” you call, making him turn around. Your hands are inconspicuously behind your back, “Trick or treat?”

His eyebrows furrow suspiciously, “Neither if you're going to give me one of those monstrosities you like.”

You huff out a laugh, “No, no, I promise it's not that. Come on, trick or treat? ”

After measuring up how much he trusts your statement, he relents, “Treat.”

“Ta-dah!” you sing, revealing a single Hershey’s Kiss in your palm.

Spencer's eyes light up.

“I know it doesn't make up for everything I ate but it's an offer of peace.”

He gives you a small smile, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

As his hand extends to grab the chocolate, your brain has an impulsive thought.

You lean forward and peck his lips.

It lasts barely a second but it's enough to make your heart beat wildly against your chest.

Spencer stares at you frozen in place, a crimson color spreading all over his face.

“A kiss for a kiss,” you mumble dumbly, like saying that makes it better somehow.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ You think to yourself, your feet are prepared to flee the scene when he unexpectedly grabs your wrist.

“I– I...” he stammers, his cheeks turning impossibly redder, “I wouldn't mind if you stole more of those.”

A shy smile spreads on your face. Perhaps you won't start buying your own snacks soon.

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it's a bit silly but I was feeling halloween-y and craving sour candy

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