HE FELT IT DAY AFTER DAY BY YOUR SIDE AAAAA

HE FELT IT DAY AFTER DAY BY YOUR SIDE AAAAA

Heartbreak

Derek Morgan x Reader

A/n: I'm no writer but I wanted to give it a try. I've also never really been in love so take the love analogies with a grain of rice. Hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: angst/fluff, mentions of grief and death, hardly proofread, I think that's it but let me know if I'm missing something

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“You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it.” —Unknown

Derek Morgan was positive he knew what heartbreak felt like. Heartbreak and the BAU went together like the mood and the tides. He’s seen the effects firsthand. The anger, the depression, and everything else in between. Day after day, week after week he watches heartbreak and it never gets better.  

He can still remember his first experience with the phenomenon. He was hit the day his dad died. People always describe the feeling being as simple as its name. A physical crack in the chest cavity that contains the heart. In his case, it was more like the entire muscle being forcefully ripped out. The pain was immeasurable and all-encompassing. Every inch of his body ached to the point of exhaustion. Absolutely nothing could compare.  

Heartbreak is sourced in different ways: Breakups, deaths, rejections just to name a few. Derek never wanted to go through heartbreak in any capacity, so he’s cruised. There were no serious relationships or commitments outside the BAU, just to play it safe. Heartbreak can’t reach those who build extensive layers of armor around the vessel.

Everything was going well until he met you.

It was impossible for him to shut you out. Derek’s frequented the same gym for years. They had everything he needed and the change of scenery from the FBI was nice. He’s had the same routine for years yet the process abruptly stopped the second he laid eyes on you, sitting behind the front desk with the warmest smile he’s ever seen. From there he was a goner.

The occasional run-in turned into movie marathons on a rare off day before completely blossoming into a full-fledged romance. Derek’s never been one to believe in love at first sight. Hell, he hardly believed in love, so it was utterly confusing when the metaphorical hole in his heart started to swell at the thought of you. No matter what he did his mind always returned to you. The way you spoke to him, the way you cared for him after a rough case, the way you smelled, his thoughts were completely filled by you. 

The days were longer, the nights were kinder, and the job was more bearable. Soon, the constant fear and anxiety that plagued him evolved into comfort. He no longer feared heartbreak. He didn’t wonder who would be the next person to destroy his happiness because he knew you would never even dream of it. You who held him after a nightmare. You who always understood his schedule. You who distracted him from the horrors of his profession. You who loved him, you who he fell in love with. Suddenly, warmth flooded his chest accompanied by a staggering realization. Love isn’t a concept you convince yourself is there out of fear of being alone. It’s not just a word. And it’s not some other-worldly experience that takes over a life. Love is feeling at ease with someone. Love is being able to rely on someone without worrying about ulterior motives. Love is what he felt for you. 

Derek Morgan was positive he knew what love felt like and he felt it day after day by your side. 

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crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

PLEASE!!!!!!

“Spencer Reid” this. “Aaron Hotchner” that. I WANT DEREK MORGAN.

THESE TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Criminal Minds 2.17 | Distress

SO CUTEEEE

✸ Derek Morgan x Fem! Reader | Derek is down bad !

The BAU team loved to tease Derek Morgan, especially when it came to you. It had become a running joke—every time you walked into the room, all eyes would subtly shift to Morgan, and knowing smirks would be exchanged.

"Hey, Morgan, how's your girl?" Garcia would tease, winking at you.

"She's not my girl," Derek would insist, trying to sound nonchalant as he flexed his muscles. "I'm just keeping an eye on her."

Reid would chuckle, adding, "Yeah, keeping an eye on her every time she moves.

Even Hotch and Rossi would share amused glances, enjoying the show. It was all in good fun, but you couldn't help but notice how Derek's bravado would falter slightly under the scrutiny.

One afternoon, you were working on paperwork, your brow furrowed in concentration. "Hey, Derek," you called, not looking up from your desk. "Can you grab me a coffee?"

Derek, who had been lounging casually, shot up so fast his chair almost tipped over. "Sure thing, Y/N," he said, already halfway to the coffee machine.

The team burst into laughter, and Emily snorted. "Yep, totally not in love," she teased.

Derek shot her a look but couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips. He returned with your coffee, placing it gently on your desk. "Here you go," he said, his voice softening.

"Thanks, Derek," you replied with a smile, feeling a warmth in your chest at his attentiveness.

As he walked back to his seat, trying to maintain his cool demeanor, the team continued their playful ribbing. "Down bad, honey, down bad," Farcia joked, earning a round of chuckles.

Morgan rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny the truth any longer. As much as he tried to play it off, every time you asked for something, he couldn't help but respond instantly. You had him wrapped around your finger, and everyone knew it—even him.