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Begin Again
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Prompt - ‘In a cafe, I watched it begin again.’
Dating Derek Morgan was...it was completely refreshing honestly. Never had a man treated you as well as he did, never made you feel so confident, so happy. Your last relationship lasted for a while, you were in love with the man but he treated you like you were nothing, every little thing you did was criticised, he made you feel so small.
After the relationship had finally ended you were ready to just be on your own and you lasted for a while, you got yourself an apartment, got promoted, everything was going great but you still felt terrible as a result of the constant belittling from your relationship.
Bumping into Derek Morgan had been completely random . He was working a local case and you just so happened to be tasked with dealing with the FBI when they showed up at your workplace asking questions about a colleague who had not long been fired. Derek had been his charming self and once the case was finished he came and found you to ask if you’d like to grab a coffee with him sometime.
You weren’t quite sure if you were ready to start dating again or not but there was something about Derek that made you say yes. The two of you exchanged numbers before he left, shooting you a grin as he did.
The two of you had agreed to meet at a cafe not too far away from you. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this excited, you were dressed up nice, wearing a pair of high heels. It had been a long time since you’d worn heels, Michael hadn’t liked it when you did and it was easier to do what he said to save another argument.
After your last relationship you fully expected every guy to be like him so you were shocked when you walked in and saw Derek sat at a table waiting for you. Your ex had always been late or even stood you up without letting you know, it was humiliating, so seeing Derek there on time took you back a bit.
The second he saw you he stood up, smiling as you made your way over to him.
“Hey,” He said, his smile widening, “You look gorgeous.” He told you before he was moving to pull your seat out for you.
You paused as you watched him, never having a guy help you into your seat like this. It was such a casual move and Derek hadn’t even known how nice that was but you did.
“Thank you.” You replied, trying to hide your blush.
From there the two of you had sat and talked for hours, it was incredible how easily you were able to relax around Derek. The two of you swapped stories, admittedly Derek’s were a lot more interesting what with working with the FBI and all but when you spoke he gave you his full attention, you couldn’t help but relax as each hour passed.
Watching Derek throw his head back with laughter, you couldn’t help but remember your last relationship and you couldn’t ever remember laughing like this with him. It was strange that Derek found your stories funny when he never did.
Even though you were relaxed, you knew you were still coming off a little shy and knew Derek had to have picked up on it. He never asked though but when the date was over Derek walked you back to your car you almost told him why you had been so shy. You almost brought him up but then Derek started talking about Christmas with his family, he told you the movies they watched every year and you couldn’t help but smile at him and in that moment any thoughts of your ex left your mind.
“I had a great time tonight,” Derek told you when you stopped at your car. “Can I take you out again sometime?” He asked.
There was no hesitation this time, you knew you wanted...knew you had to see Derek again. There was something about the man, the way you were able to relax and talk so openly with him, the way you were able to laugh and joke together. There was no fear of saying the wrong thing and being shouted at, there was nothing within you telling you to get in your car and drive away from him.
In fact every instinct was telling you that Derek was special, he could be trusted.
“I’d really like that.” You told him honestly, watching as he grinned at you before leaning down to kiss your cheek softly.
“Get home safe, pretty lady.” He said as he pulled away, looking at the blush decorating your cheeks and smiling softly at you. “I’ll see you soon.”
“I hope so.” You smiled.
You hadn’t realised it then, how could you? It was a first date after all but that was the day you started falling in love with Derek Morgan. For eight long months you had thought all love ever did was break and burn and end and on a Wednesday afternoon, in a cafe, you watched it begin again.
I Almost Do
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Prompt - ‘I can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye.’
It had been an exhaustingly long case, both you and Derek being forced to act like nothing was wrong between you when in reality being around the man made you want to cry.
Things had been great between you, together for over a year, moved in with one another, things had been great. You couldn’t even pinpoint when things had started going bad, you just remembered that the two of you were arguing more, you remembered that in the last few months you’d spent more time in the guest bedroom than you did in your own.
The tension between the two of you eventually seeped into your work life and Hotch had taken to keeping the two of you as far away from each other as he could whereas he usually paired you with each other for most assignments, knowing how well the two of you worked together.
Derek was the one to finally put an end to the relationship after months of fighting, months of faking smiles and telling everyone things were fine, everyone had rough patches, after months of sleeping alone and days without talking to one another.
“We can’t do this anymore Y/N,” He had snapped one day, the two of you were arguing in the kitchen. Hateful words thrown at each other in the heat of the moment. Derek sighed before softening his voice and repeating, “We can’t do this anymore.”
You blinked against the tears, you knew he was right but it didn’t mean you wanted it to end. All you wanted was for the fighting to stop, you didn’t even know what you were fighting over anymore. You’d never fallen out of love with Derek, you still loved him more than anything but ultimately you knew he was right.
“I know,” You replied, voice just as soft as his.
You watched his face fall, your expression mirroring his as you both came to terms with the fact your relationship was just over.
Derek took a step closer to you, lifting his hand to cup your face, giving you plenty of time to pull away before he dipped his head down and let his mouth connect with yours.
It was then you let the tears fall, the saltiness could be tasted on both your lips as he kissed you softly, trying not to let his own tears fall.
When he pulled away he rested his forehead on yours, looking at your face he couldn’t help but let a single tear fall as he brushed yours away.
“I love you baby.” He whispered, causing you to scrunch your nose up as you tried desperately to stop more tears from coming.
“I love you too,” You told him, nodding slightly as you did.
From then on everything became tense. You and Derek didn’t know how to act around each other. Hotch continued to keep you separate and the two of you avoided each other as best you could and you did quite a good job considering the close quarters you worked in.
Emily hadn’t hesitated to offer you her spare bedroom as you looked for your own apartment and she watched as you fell apart after rough cases, the only thing that could help was the one person you couldn’t have.
Sometimes Derek reached out, a phone call or a text, but you never replied. As much as you loved him, and you did love him more than words could say, you couldn’t say hello to him again and risk another goodbye. You knew he probably hadn’t even considered that but the first breakup was so painful, you couldn’t go through it again.
Tonight though it took everything in you not to call him. Tonight you just wanted to be with him, his arms secure around your waist, holding you tightly, his touch grounding you. You wanted him to kiss your forehead and whisper sweet nothings that always made you feel better.
But you didn’t call or text him. You didn’t get in your car and drive to the place you once called home. There were so many times where you had nearly given in, nearly gone to him, almost done it, but you resisted.
The thought of having him back just to lose him again was far too painful.
You knew in some ways that it was probably for the best the two of you had parted ways before you ruined everything with each other forever. At least calling it quits when you did meant there may have been a possibility, somewhere down the line, there was a chance you could reconnect, be friends again, be in the same room without any tension.
It had been an exhaustingly long case, both you and Derek being forced to act like nothing was wrong between you when in reality being around the man made you want to cry. You bet at this time of night that Derek was still up, just as tired as you after a long, hard week. You bet he was sitting in that chair by the window, looking out at the view, in the seat that you had both once occupied, you in his lap with his arms holding you securely.
You hoped he was thinking about you as much as you were thinking about him, you hoped he missed you as much as you missed him. You hoped one day that the two of you would be ready to find each other again and this time not let each other go.
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Title:Domestic Possession
(Had an idea, wrote about it, i have no regrets.
Derek morgan x fem!reader)
Derek Morgan was known for his confidence, his charm, and the undeniable magnetism that drew people to him. Working at the BAU, he'd seen the worst of humanity, and it only made him treasure the good parts even more. That's why when he found someone special, he held on tight. And you, without a doubt, were the most special part of his life.
It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and the two of you had decided to spend the day exploring the local farmer’s market. Stalls were bustling with vendors selling fresh produce, handmade crafts, and a variety of delectable treats. You walked hand-in-hand, laughing and talking, enjoying the normalcy that days like this brought amidst the chaos of Derek’s job.
Derek had a way of making you feel like the only person in the crowded market. His presence was commanding, his laughter infectious. As you stopped to admire a display of flowers, he stood close behind you, one hand resting on your hip, a casual, possessive touch that was more comforting than anything else.
You picked up a bouquet of wildflowers, their bright colors vibrant against the backdrop of the market. "What do you think of these, Derek?" you asked, turning to show him.
"They're beautiful," he replied, his eyes not leaving your face. "But not as beautiful as you."
You blushed, a warmth spreading through you at his words. Derek had a way of making you feel cherished, loved, and his words always carried a weight of sincerity that was impossible to ignore.
As you were about to pay for the flowers, you noticed a man standing a few stalls down, his eyes lingering on you a bit too long for comfort. His gaze was intense, appraising, and it made you feel exposed in a way you didn’t like. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore him and focus on Derek.
Derek, ever perceptive, noticed the change in your demeanor immediately. He followed your line of sight and saw the man who was staring at you. A flicker of annoyance crossed his features, quickly replaced by a determined glint in his eyes.
Without a word, Derek moved closer to you, his hand sliding around to your lower back, pulling you into him. His grip was firm, possessive, and undeniably protective. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, "You're mine, sweetheart. Don’t ever forget that."
The sensation of his breath against your skin sent a shiver down your spine. You turned your head slightly to meet his gaze, finding his eyes dark and intense, filled with a mixture of protectiveness and desire.
The man who had been staring at you seemed to get the message loud and clear. He looked away quickly, clearly uncomfortable with the silent confrontation. Derek’s presence was enough to send a clear warning without a single word being exchanged.
You let out a small breath of relief, feeling safe and secure in Derek’s embrace. You paid for the flowers, and as you turned back to Derek, he was watching you with a look that made your heart race. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.
"Thank you," you whispered, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.
Derek’s grip on your hip tightened momentarily before he let his hand slide up to cup your face, pulling you in for a deep, possessive kiss. His lips were warm and insistent against yours, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that you were his.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in a comfortable haze of laughter, affection, and stolen kisses. Derek’s possessive touch never strayed far, a constant reminder of his love and protection. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the market, you found yourself grateful for the man by your side.
Back at your apartment, as you put the flowers in a vase, Derek came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. He nuzzled your neck, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
"You know," he murmured, "I don't like when other guys look at you like that. Makes me want to remind them who you belong to."
You turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. "I don’t need reminding, Derek. I know who I belong to. And I wouldn’t have it any other way."
His eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss you, slow and deep, pouring all his love and possessiveness into that single kiss. When you finally pulled away, you were breathless, your heart pounding in your chest.
"I love you," he said, his voice rough with emotion.
"I love you too, Derek," you replied, knowing that no matter what, you were safe in his arms.
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Title:"Partners in Every Sense"
The air in Quantico buzzed with the usual hum of activity. The Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) was bustling as always, agents moving with purpose, files being handed off, and the ever-present sound of the espresso machine in the break room trying to keep everyone running on caffeine and determination. Derek Morgan sat at his desk, skimming through case files, his sharp eyes flicking over details with practiced ease. He was in his element here, surrounded by the intricate puzzles that made up human behavior.
But today, something was different.
Agent Y/N L/N had just joined the team. She was a legend in her own right, having made a name for herself in the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team. Her transfer to the BAU was the subject of much discussion. Known for her unparalleled marksmanship, tactical prowess, and an uncanny ability to read situations, she was as intimidating as she was effective. The rumors didn’t do her justice, though; she was even more formidable in person.
Morgan looked up as the door to the conference room opened. There she was. Her presence was magnetic, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. She was tall and athletic, with piercing eyes that seemed to miss nothing. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who had faced down the worst humanity had to offer and come out victorious.
"Agent Morgan," she greeted, extending a hand. Her voice was calm and steady, a perfect match for her composed exterior.
"Agent L/N," he replied, taking her hand in a firm shake. He couldn’t help but notice the strength in her grip, a testament to her physical training. "Welcome to the BAU. Heard a lot about you."
"All good, I hope," she said with a faint smirk, the hint of a challenge in her eyes.
Morgan chuckled. "Mostly. You’ve got quite the reputation."
"Reputations are just stories," she replied, her gaze unwavering. "I prefer to show what I can do."
Over the next few weeks, Y/N seamlessly integrated into the team. Her insights were sharp, her strategies flawless, and her ability to take control in the field was nothing short of impressive. She and Morgan found themselves working closely on several cases, their skills complementing each other perfectly.
One particularly challenging case had them tracking a serial arsonist who was escalating in both frequency and severity. The team was spread thin, and Morgan and Y/N were partnered up to follow a lead in a remote area.
As they drove through the winding roads, the tension in the car was palpable. Not because of any friction between them, but due to the gravity of the case. They both knew how high the stakes were.
"You ever think about what you'd be doing if you weren't an agent?" Morgan asked, breaking the silence.
Y/N glanced at him, a small smile playing at her lips. "Not really. This job... it’s in my blood. What about you?"
Morgan shrugged, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Same here. Hard to imagine doing anything else."
Their lead took them to an abandoned warehouse, the perfect hiding spot for someone who didn’t want to be found. As they approached the building, Y/N's senses were on high alert. She signaled for Morgan to follow her lead. They moved silently, their years of training evident in every step.
Inside, the warehouse was a labyrinth of old machinery and forgotten debris. They split up to cover more ground, each moving with the precision and caution of seasoned agents. As Morgan rounded a corner, he saw a flicker of movement. Before he could react, a figure lunged at him, knocking him to the ground.
The struggle was brief but intense. Morgan managed to get the upper hand, pinning the assailant. It was the arsonist, his eyes wild with desperation. Just as Morgan was about to cuff him, a second attacker emerged from the shadows, aiming a weapon at Morgan.
A shot rang out.
Morgan looked up to see Y/N standing there, her gun smoking, the second assailant dropping to the ground. She moved with swift efficiency, securing the scene and ensuring there were no more surprises.
"You okay?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with concern.
"Yeah," Morgan replied, catching his breath. "Thanks to you."
They exchanged a look, one that spoke volumes. In that moment, there was a mutual respect and understanding that went beyond words. They were more than just colleagues; they were partners who had each other’s backs.
As they drove back to headquarters, the adrenaline still pumping through their veins, Morgan couldn’t help but feel a deepening admiration for Y/N. She was everything he valued in a partner: smart, fearless, and utterly reliable.
Over the next few months, their partnership grew stronger. They became a formidable team, their synergy in the field unmatched. Off duty, they found themselves drawn to each other in a way that was both exciting and unexpected.
One evening, after a particularly grueling case, they found themselves alone in the gym, working off the stress. Morgan watched as Y/N hit the punching bag with a series of precise, powerful blows. He admired her focus and determination.
"You're pretty amazing, you know that?" he said, walking over to her.
She paused, wiping sweat from her brow. "You’re not so bad yourself, Morgan."
He grinned, stepping closer. "No, I mean it. I've worked with a lot of agents, but you... you’re something else."
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes softening. "Thanks, Derek. That means a lot coming from you."
There was a moment of silence, charged with unspoken feelings. Then, with a confidence that mirrored her own, Morgan closed the distance between them, his hand gently cupping her face. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and filled with the promise of something more.
From that night on, their relationship evolved, deepening into something neither of them had expected but both were eager to explore. They were still the same fierce agents, but now, they were also something more: partners in every sense of the word. And together, there was nothing they couldn’t face.
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Derek: are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Emily: i'm the knife
Jj: *from across the room* she's the little spoon
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Derek's wife gets kidnapped
Bau x reader : how they first meet
Warnings: nothing really , kinda awkward (?)
Summary: you had just joined the bau , already familiar with some of the members of your new team
Note: this is meant to be written to a gn tone , but since I identify as a female and use those pronouns , I might have made some mistakes. If there is anything to this or any other of my stories please inform me
Penelope Garcia
You had just been informed that you were accepted to became a part of one of the most elite teams in the fbi. The behavior and analysis unit.
You were told that you were to became a member in two weeks , since they needed to file some paperwork
That some night you received a message that read:
Hello, heard you gonna join the team! I'm Penelope Garcia the teams analyst
So you and Penelope had been chatting a long time before you met almost any other member of the team
Aaron Hotchner
Being in he office as long as he did , it was natural that he was familiar with most of the important agents. Same thing happened with you
He had met you maybe twice or three times already
Once when you had just joined the fbi and he was a low level agent back then that had been tasked to shaw you around and help you with any problem you may have had
He had assured you that you could call him if you needed any help ,but you never did
The next time he had met you was around two years before you were to join the team
It was in an official fbi meeting. He was one of the first agents to arrive and when you entered the room , your face shined
You went right on him , expressing your happiness to be seeing him and all the typical stuff, before lightly chit chatting
He had thought you were funny and quite amusing
Then on the meeting one of the agents spoke up saying something stupid
He turned to look at you with a ' really?' face and you almost burst out laughing
He felt comfortable around you
So when your name was on the ones on the new recruit list , he was quick to chose you
Emily Prentiss
Emily was known by a lot of names all around the world
So you an agent that had been to multiple countries , once happened to fall on her
It would have been a little awkward on your side because she was kinda your idol
She had been the agent that had hopped around in most of the federal organisations and had the best of names with the most successful cases
So meeting her was unique for you
You though that she wouldn't remember you , but boy you were wrong
She had clear memory of who you were , since you had been the first one to show such an awe at her achievements
She didn't know who you were until she heard Penelope talking to JJ about you
JJ
JJ met you the morning that you were to join the team, since she had offered to help you navigate your way throu the place and also fill you in
But this was not the first time she heard of you
Penelope had been talking about you , how funny you were and how she thought that you would be an excellent addition in the team
She showed you around , unable to not notice the way your lips curved at the place around you
A slight smile you were trying to hide behind a serious persona
She completely understood why Penelope perceived you as a good addition to their little family
You were easy going , charming and bubbly a little pep on your step
She couldn't not notice how you sent Gotcha little smile and a cute wave
In hers and your surprise , he offered you a timid smile too
Derek Morgan
The man™.
The moment you entered the room and jj told them who you were , he was on his feet , a strong hand extended as to greet you
' Derek Morgan '
He'd say in his deep voice
Everyone had at least an idea about you , through Penelope, except for him somehow
He quickly noticed your slightly fidgety hands and the way your eyes skipped in between everyone
Once he had his moment , Penelope rushed in
' I'm so sorry my sweet chocolate thunder , but you can't keep my friend away from me'
She told him and he stared in shock as Penelope hugged you and you instinctively hugged back
Spencer Reid
Spencer was the last one of the bunch to meet you
The whole time you were interacting with the team he stared at you his gaze analytical , his glasses falling downwards his nose every few minutes
Once he understood that the energetic part was over , he figured it would be a good time for him to meet you
' I'm Spencer Reid ' he'd say , extending his arm
You had looked at it started out , throwing a quick glass at an equally confused looking Penelope
' i- uhh, you don't have to shake my hand I was already told that's not your thing'
He felt seen at this comment of your shooting at his blond haired girl a grateful smile
He decided right then and there that he liked you
Bau x reader , where the reader is a little bimbo
Yeah so , I didn't really like this one and it is small , but here it is ig
Warnings: nothing really , some cat calling(?)
Summary: you are a bit naive and the bau kinda lives you about it(?)
They all had a lot of questions
How could a person like you end up in job like this
Don't get me wrong, you were good at your job and all helping them out
You were exactly stupid
You just were a bit- naive
You would be out with any of the team members, and someone would cat call you
You just couldn't understand that this was derogatory so you'd smile at them
If you were with Morgan ,Hotch or Emily except the person to be slightly threatened to never speak you way again
If it's Pen , Reid,Rossi , or JJ they would give the person a nasty glare
In the crime scenes they always wanted to remove you from there , but you somehow had no problem with that kind of thing
I don't know why but I think that especially Hotch would love a bimbo reader
Maybe it's the way you look up at him with those big eyes of yours , or the way your lips pout when you do t understand something
They all have cutesy nicknames for you them being ' darling , love , angel '
And a bunch of others
Expect to be SPOILED
And I don't mean just with gifts and all but also with hugs , forehead kisses and sweet gestures in general
Bau x reader headcanons
Warnings: yandere behavior , mentions of stalking, mentions of obsession, mentions of maybe a death or disappearance
Summary: you were in big trouble , somehow catching the teams attention like that
You joined the team when you had just finished university
When Aaron first saw you , box in hand , fixing your stuff in your new office , he knew
You had a bunch of cute stuff on your office and that's what first caught Penelope's eyes when entering the room
She had of course done an extensive search on you
Instantly and cheerily introduces herself
You greet her obviously matching her tone
The whole team is OBSESSED with protecting you
At like unhealthy levels
Penelope has hacked in all your social media and she is giving the other daily updates on you
Reid has studied all your habits so much that he knows if something is wrong by the way you walk or even turn a page
Aaron is your boss so that gives him easy access in your everyday life and a bit of control over it( that he doesn't overuse too much since he is a professional)
Emily has absolute banger real life stalking skills
Like she'd know all your program by heart and also inform the others of it , so they can check on you
She also let's Morgan know if someone has been annoying you too much or if they were flirting with you
And BOOM , that's how you never see that one attractive neighbor ever again
JJ is just perfect in making you talk
You seem a bit out of it and none of them can figure it out?
They sent her
The whole team is a bit paranoid , since they know how crazy people can get
They don't even realize they are obsessive and even if they did , theyd be ok with it , since it's you
You'd regularly finds things shipped on your door with little notes
Personal life? Never heard of her.
Your media presence is not safe , your diaries are not safe , your real life interactions are not safe
But I mean why would you ever want to hide anything from them right?
They are just acting like that because they want to protect you, you know. So be grateful
I stand by it 🙏🏼🫡