#derek morgan

[piedpip3rrr]

Criminal minds but it’s an adult swim show no one can remember

[grapejuiceblue5]

the team is chasing the sickest murderers to ever live meanwhile these two on the phone sexually harassing each other

[iovejareauu]

i know JJ was annoyed as hell when she came into work that morning and saw derek wearing the exact same outfit as her

[aurora-sadprose]

this is what i picture when somebody says “the fbi agent looking at me through my camera”

[poorly-written-poetry]

[girllblogging777]

Hii I was wondering if you can do a Spencer Reid x reader one shot where reader gets in a argument with one of the bau members (you can choose which) and so reader storms off but as she does she says “Spencer let’s go” and then he gets up and follows her! I hope that made sense I love you!!

౨ৎ⋆˚࿔ IN WHICH spencer is the epitome of a puppy boyfriend

you were absolutely fuming.

standing in the middle of the bullpen, for everyone to see, with your arms crossed defiantly as you talked back to your unit chief. not a very smart decision, you thought, because after years working at the bureau within the BAU, you knew one thing.

do not mess with aaron hotchner.

over time, hotch had become more than just your supervisor. you’d grown fond of his cold puns and rare smiles, that only you knew how to get out of him. words would probably not be enough to describe the relationship you two shared. but he was protective of you, his young protegee with a viper tongue and an outstanding ability to make anyone around feel small - except him, of course.

and you, well… you respected him, with his stoic behaviour and self destructive tendencies when it came to work.

but right now, none of that mattered. your brain was practically boiling and it showed, in the way your knuckles tightened around your profiler badge, and a shade of crimson tinted your face.

usually, spencer liked that color. not that red was his favourite, really, but because when your cheeks blushed, it was his work. the first time you’d kissed, a soft, stolen brush of your lips against his in the file room, the burgundy shirt you wore almost matched the color of your cheeks.

and he loved that.

however, he loathed the situation you were putting yourself into right now. like the feeling of nails on a chalkboard, your voice, usually so sweet and honey-like, made him wince.

“i cannot believe you would let me go in there without a warning !” you shouted, throwing your hands up in the air in frustration, as if you weren’t making fool out of yourself already. “we’re a team. okay ? a team. what kind of unit chief lets their agent do that ?”

hotch didn’t move, didn’t blink. practically unimpressed, his dark eyes looked at you in a way that made you feel small. you felt yourself visibly shrinking back into the little girl whose biggest fear was disappointment, and hated every second of it.

but that didn’t stop you from keeping the show going.

you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. like knives that had been sharpened for years, it felt good to finally attack and use them. but when silence met you in return, you were quick to change your mind.

hotch wasn’t going to crumble down like you did, he was better than that. he’d probably just raise a brow and ask “are you done ?” in a dismissive tone, and you couldn’t handle that. it would be too embarrassing.

so, you turned around and found your boyfriend’s gaze, like an anchor in your surging sea of anger. spencer was an extension of you, your other half. and you couldn’t drag him down like this. embarrassing yourself was enough.

“spencer,“ you called out, your voice still coming out a bit too loud from the outburst. “let’s go”

he perked up, automatically turning around you and trying to ignore the fact that all eyes were on him now.

right then, he was up and following you as you pushed the door of the bullpen open. you shut it a little too forcefully behind the two of you, a last statement that would hopefully hit hotch in some sort of way.

“hey, love,” spencer exhaled, out of breath as he ran after you.

you didn’t say anything, too overwhelmed to get anything out at this point. the empty hallways of the building were cold, and you slowed down to allow him to catch up with you.

with a warm, comforting hand against the small of your back, he walked along in silence. because no matter what happened, spencer would follow you.

anytime, and anywhere.

[wardengrill]

hotch only knew 5 minutes of peace in his entire life and it was when morgan and reid were stuck in that elevator (x)