#moreid fics

[angelbirdysstuff]

I don't know if any of you ship Moreid, but if you do please tell me I'm not the only one who notices the lack of derek centered fics or top Spencer fics. sometimes I wanna see derek ones and not one that just focus on Spencer ( which generally are majority of the fics)

[criminal-hotch]

to my moreid fan fic writers, I HAVE AN IDEA:

okay so morgan and reid are already in an established relationship but they haven’t told the team (the team already knows but that’s beside the point.) and they’re working on a case where the victims are gay teenage boys for whatever reason and they are kidnapped from their homes. but the last victim ended up escaping and wasn’t harmed but he’s also not out yet. so when jj tries to talk to him and figure out how he might’ve known the unsub and what he might know, the boy stays silent bc he’s scared that if he admits he’s gay, his parents will throw him out. when they’re getting no where with the boy, hotch is like “bring in reid” and reid’s like ??? but goes with it. so he goes into the room and just talks to the boy about school and stuff just to get conversation going before he moves into the topic of the unsub. he starts out with telling the vitcim that “it’s completely okay to be gay, there’s nothing ‘unnatural’ about it, it’s just who you love.” and the victim is like “but how do you know that? how do you know there’s nothing wrong with me?” and reid just sighs and decides to tell him. “i know it’s okay to be gay because i’m bi. i know it’s hard to understand when you’re young but there’s tons of people like you, who don’t understand themselves just yet and need a little time to. like for me, i didn’t know i was bi until just a few years ago. you on the other hand, were lucky to figure out so young and you have the rest of your life to get more comforable with the idea, because it’s a part of who you are, and it’s never going away.” and the victim feels a bit better but still doesn’t want to make an official statement because he still doesn’t know how to do it and then still receive his parents love, so he just asks reid if he has a bf and if he does to tell him abt it. and reid does, he basically describes morgan and how morgan is amazing and great and how reid is so proud of him and how he’s super happy that he gets to call morgan his. and when he finishes he has this little smile on his face and his eyes are lit up and the victim just looks over and says “you really love him don’t you?” and reid pauses because he’s never thought abt loving morgan. they’ve only been together for a few months, and even if they’ve known each other for years, it’s still too early to know if it’s love, right? but as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, reid knows he is in love so he just nods and agrees because the victim was right. and then the victim opens up to reid more, talking abt bullies at school who guessed that he was gay and made his life hell and then at the end of the interview, they walk out together and the victim isn’t looking completely spooked and hotch says “i knew you could get through to him.” and morgan is smiling at his pretty boy because god, reid is just so perfect and he loves him and he’s so good at his job and he helped this little boy and he just makes morgan’s heart fucking explode. and on the flight back because ofc they catch the unsub, reid’s is laying on morgan’s lap and morgan is playing with his hair and humming softly and the rest of the team is on the other side of the jet just looking at these fools in love.

EDIT: @cyn-00 wrote this out as a fic and it’s absolutely amazing, so pls give it some love 🥺

[beautifultimesofbrooklynndean]

Against the Wall

MOREID – written for a prompt in which Spencer gets really upset during a fight with Derek, he cries, and when Derek realizes how small he made Spencer feel, it turns to comfort. Happy reading! :) Author: @thebeautifultimesofladybrooklynn

Against the Wall

Derek was silent.

He hadn’t said a word to Spencer since he returned to the police station from the coroner’s office. At first, Spencer didn’t mind. He told himself not to read too far into it, but when they loaded into the SUV, Spencer became slightly worried. Derek turned the engine on and drove. He didn’t call Spencer “pretty boy” or tell him all the sorted details he was in for when they reached the hotel. He didn’t even look at Spencer. Not a single glance. And he was silent.

Spencer exhaled deeply as they arrived at the hotel, looking at Derek and waiting for some type of acknowledgment. He didn’t get it.

Derek simply turned the ignition off, opened his door, and got out. Following suit, Spencer chewed his lower lip, his hands wringing the strap of his messenger bag as he watched Derek stride into the hotel without waiting for him.

He exhaled again as he made his way to the hotel. When he entered the lobby Derek had stopped, Penelope regaling a ridiculous incident she and JJ had in the other SUV.

“Oh, there you are!” She smiled at Spencer when she saw him.

“Anyway…” She continued as the team made their way to the elevator.

When the doors opened, Derek and Spencer stood aside, allowing the ladies to enter first. Still biting his lip, Spencer looked over at Derek nervously, still praying for any indication that Derek knew he existed. Derek merely shifted his head in annoyance, his pursed lips suggesting that Spencer should drop it and get in. When the doors began to close, JJ reached her hand out to stop them.

“Um, you guys waiting for the next one or what?”

Inhaling as he shook his head, Spencer smiled over to her, “No, sorry,” as he stepped in the elevator.

When Derek walked in, he stood on the opposite side of the small enclosure, still silent, eyes fixed on the glowing numbers above the doors.

Spencer’s eyes wouldn’t leave Derek. He had grown utterly obsessed with his avoidance. His pouty lips huffed air in and out of his body as he furrowed brows sat atop curious and conceded eyes.

When they made it to their floor and the ladies exited, Derek hurried through them before Spencer, ensuring they wouldn’t repeat their previous standoff.

Spencer just watched him, studied him, hoped for any kind of answer, but even his brain couldn’t find one.

Approaching the door of the hotel room they were forced to share, Spencer shakily removed his keycard from his pocket. Licking his lips as he slid it into the handle, Spencer prayed that Derek would follow him inside. His mind convinced that Derek would just as soon sleep on the hall floor than near Spencer at this point.

As he walked toward his bed, Spencer heard the door slam so hard it shook the artwork hanging on the wall.

Turning quickly, Spencer finally locked eyes with Derek, but he wasn’t given time to appreciate the gesture.

“What the hell was that, Reid?” Derek yelled as he walked toward Spencer.

“Wha– Reid? You’re c-calling me–”

“I don’t give a damn about what I should or shouldn’t be calling you. You need to figure out what you’re trying to do here,” Derek stopped in front of him, eyeing him angrily.

“Derek, I,” Spencer’s head shifted away but his eyes stayed focused, his words leaving his throat in shakes and stutters, “I don’t kn-know what you’re talking about–”

“Oh, you don’t?” Derek interrupted harshly, “You don’t know what you did, huh?”

“N-no, I’m sorry. I–”

“How are you sorry if you don’t know what you did?” Derek’s tone was more aggressive than Spencer had ever heard it, and it forced him to start backing up slowly.

“I don’t know. I’m just, I’m sorry that I don’t know why you’re so angry with me,” Spencer’s back hit the wall of the room’s walkway.

“You didn’t think letting that cocky, obnoxious, asshole detective touch all over you was gonna make me angry?” Derek stood directly in front of him, rage radiating through his irises.

His expression, his tone, his body language, and his emotions all blended together and struck Spencer with fear. The same fear Spencer felt as a child when a bully would yell at him. The same fear that came before someone hit him. Even though he hadn’t been backed into a wall by a screaming muscled man since high school, Spencer’s shoulders began rising slightly, his body instinctively curling into itself in an effort to protect him from a beating.

“I didn’t let him,” Spencer shook as his words left him weakly, “As soon as he touched my hair, I told him not to. I t-told him not to touch me. I swear, Derek.”

Derek could hear the sniffles that adorned Spencer’s meek words. He could see his lanky frame collapse on itself. But when he saw a faint trail of tears spill from Spencer’s fearful eyes, all Derek could think about was wiping them away.

Reaching a hand up to Spencer’s cheek, Derek was surprised to see the younger man flinch.

He jerked his hand back quickly, his eyes widening. He took a step back and the sight of Spencer was sobering.

“Pretty boy,” Derek gasped softly, his features were draped in a mixture of disbelief and realization.

“I’m sorry, Derek,” Spencer sniffled. “I really d-id tell him n-ot to.”

“I know, baby,” he breathed as he approached him again, this time taking Spencer into his arms protectively. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Spencer’s chest heaved erratically as he buried his face into Derek’s chest, allowing the sobs he’d been desperately trying to hold in escape his lips.

“I’m so sorry, Spencer,” Derek stroked his hair with one hand as the other gripped him tightly, “It’s ok. It’s ok, baby.”

He could feel Spencer shaking in his arms, and the sounds of his crying broke Derek’s heart.

“Come on,” he said softly, lifting Spencer and walking him to the bed.

Lying down with him, Derek leaned his back against the bed and pulled Spencer into his arms, brushing his tears away as he placed tiny kisses to Spencer’s forehead.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he repeated.

While his right arm was draped around Spencer’s shoulders, Derek used his left to loosen Spencer’s tie and remove it.

He shifted slightly, laying Spencer back and slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“I just… I get so jealous sometimes,” he smiled painfully at Spencer as his hand moved to his belt.

“I never meant to yell at you like that. I… I don’t ever want you to feel afraid or anything. You know I’d never hurt you, right?” He looked up at Spencer as he untied the genius’ shoes and tossed them to the floor.

“It just, um, it brought up some m-memories,” Spencer sniffled as Derek pulled his slacks off of him.

“I need you to believe me, Spencer, that was not my intention,” Derek moved back up the bed, removing his own slacks.

“Come here,” he whispered, pulling Spencer’s back into his chest. “I love you, Spencer. I know you know that. You’re beautiful, and you’re brave, kind, and that brain of yours, it amazes me. You’re the perfect person, kid, and I get afraid of losing you.”

“Afraid of losing me?” Spencer questioned as Derek pulled the blanket on the bed over them.

“Yeah, I get jealous, and I get afraid. I don’t wanna lose you, pretty boy. Not to anyone. Not ever,” Derek nestled into Spencer’s back as he wrapped his arms around Spencer firmly.

“You’re not gonna lose me,” Spencer smiled through his sniffles. “Just maybe talk to me next time? Don’t… Don’t scare me like that. Please?”

“Baby, I can’t tell you how sorry I am. It’s never gonna happen again, ok?”

“Ok, Derek,” Spencer’s sobbing had finally calmed, and his breathing grew stable.

“I love you, Spencer,” Derek whispered as he closed his eyes.

“I know,” Spencer closed his own as he held onto Derek’s arms tightly, “I love you, too.”

[beautifultimesofbrooklynndean]

The Plan

MOREID -- written for a prompt in which Spencer gets jealous when he hears that Morgan goes on a date with another man, but Morgan only did it to make him jealous. Happy reading! Author: @thebeautifultimesofladybrooklynn The Plan "Guys, Hotch wants you all in the conference room. Five minutes, ok?" JJ breezed by their desks, arms full of files, as she spoke. Rising from their desks, Spencer and Emily followed the blonde into the room and sat at the round table. Hotch's eyes moved from the pair to Rossi, to Garcia, then to JJ. "Where's Morgan?" He asked. "I'm not sure. I'll text again," JJ pulled her phone from her pocket as Hotch began. Though Spencer's ears heard every word his unit chief said, his mind hadn't absorbed it. He wasn't focused. His brows furrowed as he considered Morgan's empty desk in the bullpen. Being late, not showing up at all, these things weren't in Morgan's nature which gave Spencer cause for concern. So lost in his thoughts, Spencer hadn't realized that the meeting closed until he saw his colleagues stand and begin to file out of the room. When everyone had left but JJ, Spencer approached her. "Did you hear back?" He questioned softly. "No, but he's fine." "How do you know if you haven't heard back?" "Because I know what he was doing last night," JJ grinned as her eyebrows raised, "He had a date." "Oh," Spencer's worry vanished, but it was quickly replaced with a different emotion. "That explains it." He smiled slightly at JJ before turning around and leaving the room. Walking down the steps, Spencer saw Morgan rushing through the double doors and beelining for his desk. "Well, hello," Emily grinned as Morgan sat down. "Hey," Morgan chuckled as he settled in. "Hey, pretty boy," he greeted Spencer as he walked by him to reach his desk. "Hey, Morgan," Spencer smiled. Sure, he was jealous. Spencer hated it when Morgan dated. But he knew that women didn't last very long with Morgan. If they made it outside a night, it was a miracle. What kept Spencer's jealousy from raging was the fact that he had no real shot with Morgan. If Morgan were interested in men at all, then Spencer would be bothered. He'd be hurt. He'd feel a bit rejected. But the fact that Morgan was only interested in women helped Spencer deal with the idea that he'd never be able to have him. "Half an hour," Emily teased. "You missed a meeting." "Yeah, I know," Morgan smirked before looking up at her, "But he was worth it." Spencer's head shot up at the pronoun. He. He was worth it. "Oh, he was?" Emily chuckled. "Yeah," Morgan flashed his eyes in Spencer's direction before they fixed back on Emily, "Yeah, he was." Spencer's furrowed brows sat atop his confused eyes. He. Morgan said he. Morgan was with a man last night, and he was worth being late. "JJ," Spencer whispered to himself. "What's that?" Morgan asked, a smirk still on his face. JJ knew, and she didn't tell Spencer. "Nothing," Spencer replied abruptly. "Looks like something, pretty boy," Morgan insisted. "Well, it's not," Spencer spat hastily, refusing to look up from the files on his desk, "And you can stop calling me that." "Stop calling you what? Pretty boy?" Spencer's lips curled, "Yeah." "Why?" Morgan offered faked curiosity. "Because it's a stupid nickname." "Never bothered you before." "Yeah, because before you only..." He exhaled angrily, ""Because pretty, it's a compliment. You tell someone they're pretty when you think they're physically appealing. But you add boy to it because you aren't attracted to men, right? Well, obviously so you are, so there's no reason to say it to someone you could potentially be drawn to but aren't. It's a stupid nickname to give someone you don't find attractive." Smiling, Morgan realized his plan had worked. Spencer was jealous. "And who says I don't find you attractive," Morgan grinned mischievously, "Pretty boy." Spencer's eyes moved up to Morgan's as the sound of his nickname passed his ears. The anger dissipating from his features, Spencer regarded Morgan with suspicion and perplexity in his eyes. Chuckling, Morgan stood from his desk and walked to Spencer's, sitting on its edge. "Why don't we go out tonight, Reid? Let me show you what happens when I--" "I'd rather not join the vastly large amount of women... People... who have had the pleasure of visiting your bed for an hour and then never heard from you again." "You'd hear from me again," Morgan said calmingly. "I would," Spencer looked up at him, his tone matched the attitude in his body language. "Yeah, I've never had to work so hard to get someone's attention." "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about you. Usually I smile or buy someone a drink. It's that simple. You... You, I have to show up late for work on purpose, grab your best friend and pull her in on my plan, think up some scheme to make you jealous, just to--" "What are you saying Morgan?" "I'm saying there was no guy, genius. I'm saying I was trying to make you jealous." "You, you were?" Spencer looked at him with confusion and excitement. "Yeah. Did it work?" Spencer's lips pursed before they spread into a smile. "You're a jerk," he chuckled. "Uh-huh, and you're coming out with me tonight." "Ok," Spencer smiled up at him. "Ok," Morgan smiled, tussling Spencer's hair with his hand as he stood up and moved back to his desk. Smiling, Spencer looked down at his files and continued his work. Enjoying the sight, Morgan leaned back in his chair and grinned as he watched him. Finally, he got his pretty boy.