Imagine Garcia accidentally discovering that you and Morgan are an item when she calls him early in the morning and hears your voice in the background.
For the first time in weeks, your phone wasn’t what woke you up at an ungodly hour in the morning. This time, it was your boyfriend. You opened one eye to glance at the alarm clock to see what time it was. You knew Derek wouldn’t just wake up at 3:51 AM for no reason, so you sat up a bit and opened both eyes to look at him. You wanted to cry when you realized he was on the phone.
“Oh my God, please don’t tell me we have a case.” You whined, not even thinking about who exactly could’ve heard you until Derek looked at you with wide eyes. That’s when you heard Penelope yelling out questions like, “Was that who I think it was?!” and “Is (Y/N) at your house?!” and “Are you together?!” You let out a sigh and whispered, “Sorry.”
The truth was you and Derek had been together for nearly eight months now. It started off with playful banter and flirting until one day he asked you out to lunch, and then asked you to be his girlfriend. The two of you had decided to keep it a secret due to FBI fraternization policy. It had been hard hiding your feelings for each other in the field, especially since you were called away so often. You were always together but you rarely got time to enjoy each other, but the two of you made it work because you loved each other.
Derek finally managed to get Garcia off the phone after answering some of her questions and couldn’t keep a straight face when he looked to you. “I have good news, and I have bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?” He asked, the smile never leaving his face.
“Bad news,” You decided, since you pretty much knew what he was about to say – or at least you thought you did.
You were surprised when he said, “The bad news is Penelope’s pissed, but the good news is we don’t have to deal with it until tomorrow.” With that, you let out a breath of relief and placed your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and letting the rising and falling of his chest slowly put you back to sleep. You were almost out when you got a bit curious, “If we don’t have a case, why the hell did she call you this late?”
Derek laughed a little and shrugged. “I don’t think it was that important. If it was, she’ll call back when she forgives us.” Then, the two of you went back to sleep and the next thing that woke you up wasn’t Derek, but a text from Garcia that said, “I love you, but I’m still calling him Chocolate Thunder.”
Talk to me about Aaron Hotchner who is a sociopath and decided to be different and have a wife and child who lost the one who helped him feel and love to the hands of another sociopath. Who conceals his emotions because he feels to strongly. The “walking drill sergeant” is what people whisper.
Talk to me about Spencer Reid who dealt with being an autistic genius 12 year old in college, who dealt with his mom having schizophrenia, who dealt with drug addiction, anxiety, and depression. Who also has the possibility to become a schizophrenic. Who feels like he can’t help his mom or himself. The “prodigy boy genius” is all people seem
Talk to me about Emily Prentiss who moved around all the time and was never settled because her never around mom was an ambassador to the USA. Who dealt with her best friend having mental issues and drug addiction, who dealt with religious fanatics and had to choose to abort her child. Who was known as a “disappointment child”.
Talk to me about JJ who lost a sister to suicide when she was younger. Who deals with anxiety and depression too. Who watched her son and husband be taken hostage. Who herself was taken hostage and tortured. Who was the all star athlete and “perfect girl” because that’s what her parents wanted for her.
Talk to me about Derek Morgan who lost his dad while he was on the job. Who was known as a “gangbanger”. Who was sexually abused by someone he trusted, who suffered from anxiety and depression from that incident, who lost a cousin to a serial killer.
Talk to me about Penelope Garcia who was the nerdy little kid who got picked on for being “overweight” and “nerdy” and so she hacked the kids phones and put all their secrets on social media. Who had to deal with maybe an eating disorder and abusive parents which is why she loves technology more than the people around her. Who has such a pure heart.
Requested by: anon
Request: I was wondering if you could write one where spencer gets slightly jealous that Morgan calls the reader baby girl and that sort of thing and have a friendship similar to the one that Morgan and Garcia have, and spencer acts kind of distant to everyone and keeps looking up at the reader idk if this makes sense but then she confronts him and he confesses his feelings just fluff pretty much. Yea I love your writing, thank you sm
You had been working at the Behavioral Analysis Unit for almost three years now. Since you started, you had grown to love each and every member as if they were all part of your family - because they were, really. But you’d always had a special bond with Morgan.
He was your first friend on the team. The first day you met, he’d forgotten your name and just settled for calling you “princess.” He still calls you that even after three years. He was like your big brother. You went to him for advice, when you were having a bad day, you even went to him when you needed to talk about a certain guy in your life. He was always there when you needed him, and you knew he always would be.
You sighed as you took a seat at your desk. You hated paperwork. You glanced up to see Reid jetting through his and shook your head with a smile - the man amazed you. Besides Morgan, Reid was probably your best friend out of everyone else on the team. You two spent the most time together outside of work, and you had plenty of stuff in common, but Reid was too someone you thought of as a brother figure. You didn’t know what you felt towards him, but you knew it was strong and special, and absolutely terrifying.
“Hey, Spence? You should take some of my stack.” You suggested teasingly, pointing to the giant stack of files on your desk and sticking your bottom lip out slightly, earning a smile and chuckle from the man. He didn’t say anything, just rolled his chair across the room to your desk and took nearly half of the stack. Your eyes widened as you shook your head, trying to reach for the files, but he was already rolling back to his desk. “Spence, I was kidding. You don’t have to do those.” You said, sending him a grateful smile anyway.
“I know.” He said, his eyes never leaving the paperwork. “Just make it up to me later.” He added, sending you a nervous smile.
“How?” You asked, raising your eyebrows and waiting for him to suggest some kind of weird movie night at his place. However, you never knew what he was going to say, because before he could answer he was interrupted by Morgan.
“Morning, Princess.” He said, kissing the top of your head and smiling down at you. “Morning, Pretty Boy.” He added, nodding at Reid. Reid raised his hand and let out a sigh, going back to his paperwork with his shoulders slumped slightly. He didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day, or any other day for that matter.
For two weeks, he’d avoided you and the team as much as he could. He didn’t speak unless he was spoken to, or unless it was something important to the case. He didn’t go out with the rest of the team and he didn’t joke around with you like he used to. You didn’t know what you did, but you’d make sure you found out.
“Hey, Spence?” You walked up to his desk and sat on the corner, staring down at the man. “I have to talk to you about something really important. Will you meet me in the break room?” You asked, watching as he sighed and hesitated before finally standing up and following you. When you got there, you shut the door behind you and stood in front of it with your arms crossed.
“Alright, Reid. What the hell is wrong with you?” You questioned, using your best glare to stare him down. “You’ve said about fifteen words to me in two weeks. You act like being around me is the worst thing imaginable. What did I do?” You sighed, searching his eyes for some kind of answer. “If you didn’t want to be my friend, you just had to say it.”
“Stop.” Spencer said, holding his hands up and shaking his head. “It isn’t that, I promise.” He added quickly, sighing and looking at the floor.
“Then tell me what it is!” You laughed. You just wanted to fix whatever had went wrong. You missed Spencer. “Talk to me, Spence. Please?”
“Alright, fine. I like you, Y/N. A lot. And it’s pretty obvious that you feel nothing like that towards me…I mean, I’m no Morgan. So, I thought that by pulling back, it’d be easier to get over this feeling…” He admitted, finally meeting your gaze and swallowing thickly.
You didn’t say anything. You just stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. Soon enough, you felt his arms wrap around your waist and you smiled, pressing your face into his shoulder and sighing contently. “By the way, I like you too, Dork.”
I hope you like this! If not, I’m sorry! I tried, haha! I’m sorry it took so long. I’ve been so busy with school and just a bunch of other things!!
If you like this, send me requests! If not, I appreciate constructive criticism! Please be nice tho bc im a v sensitive bean ://
Today was probably the worst day of your life.
You stared down at the small stick in your hands, hoping that maybe if you looked at it long enough, something would change. The two lines became blurry as tears flooded your eyes and ran down your face. This couldn’t be happening.
You and Spencer had only been seeing each other for a few months. You hadn’t even told the team about your relationship, yet. The only people who knew besides the two of you were your mothers. You weren’t ready to tell the team you were together, let alone tell them you were pregnant.
How did this even happen? You were on birth control and he had always used protection. You haven’t even talked about kids yet, and now you were supposed to be having one. You didn’t know what to do, so you called your mom to ask for some advice.
She knew something was wrong as soon as you spoke. Her tone changed from excited to worried as she asked, “(Y/N), sweetie, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You wanted to tell her no. You wanted to tell her that you were safe, just scared, but the only sounds that you could get out were loud sobs. You finally managed to get out “I’m pregnant.”
Your mom finally got you calmed down. She advised you to just go ahead and tell him, and make a mutual decision after discussing the situation. So, that’s what you did. You invited Spencer over for dinner and everything turned out really nice. Your nerves were bad, but not as bad as you thought they’d be (not until dinner was over and it was time to tell him, anyway).
The two of you were laying on the couch, your back pressed against the soft fabric, your head on his chest and your arm across his stomach. You let out a shaky breath, which caught his attention. He looked down at you and pushed his eyebrows together with worry, “Are you okay, babe?” He asked. You closed your eyes and sat up a bit, “Actually, I need to talk to you about something.”
You studied his body language. He tensed up a bit and his eyes began to fill with worry and fear. He slowly sat up so the two of your were facing each other on the couch. You decided to just say it - like ripping a bandaid off of a healed wound. “I’m pregnant.” Without missing a beat he asked, “When did you find out?”
You tried to avoid eye contact as you said, “This morning. If you don’t want to keep it, or me, I understand. If you don’t want to tell anyone, I understand. I have no idea how this happened, and Spencer, I’m so sorry.” You could hear your voice breaking and you couldn’t hold back the tears that began spilling from your (y/e/c) eyes.
It only took a couple of minutes before Spencer pulled you into his arms, whispering sweet things in your ear until you calmed down. “I’m not leaving you or our baby. This wasn’t planned, but I’m not upset at all. We can tell people whenever you’re ready, it’s okay, (Y/N). I love you.”
A couple weeks later, you told the team, and a week after that you told the world through social media. A few months later, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and it’s been a few years but now your family is still as happy as it was before, it’s just a little bigger now.
Hey, guys! This is absolute trash but I haven’t posted a request in so long and I know it’s frustrating. Hopefully you enjoy this!!
ANON ASKED: Can you please make one where the reader is trying to cover bruises after being abused by her boyfriend? Thank you.
You tugged at your long sleeve shirt once more before entering the bullpen. The bruised hand mark above your wrist was a dark purple colour, and you didn’t want the team to see. Your boyfriend was drunk again last night and grabbed you too hard. He had done this once before and apologised. This morning he apologised again, saying how much he loved you and to forgive him. And you did. “Hey Y/N. How was your weekend?” Morgan’s cheerfulness brought a smile to your face. “It was alright. I just stayed at home for the weekend.” “Nice. How is your boyfriend doing?” You froze for a second and scrunched your hands together. “He is fine.” You quickly shot back. You could see the questioning look on his face. ‘Damn it. He is a profiler, he’s going to figure it out.’ You turned around but felt his hand catch your bruised wrist. You winced as a slight amount of pain coursed through your arm. Morgan noticed your discomfort and let go. “Y/N.. What is wrong with your wrist?” Morgan pointed to your arm. You found yourself whipping your head around and finding that you had both gained the attention of the team. “W..what…N..Nothing is wrong.” you stuttered trying to answer him. “Y/N if something is wrong please tell us beca-” “NOTHING IS WRONG MORGAN!” You snapped and stormed to your desk. You glanced back over to see Morgan shocked over your burst of anger. “Y/N. My office now.” Hotch’s voice beamed through the bullpen. You looked to the ground as you walked up the stairs and into his office. You sat opposite him at his desk with your knees together and hands clasped together, continuing to avoid eye contact. “What was that about?” Hotch pointed his head to the door. “It was nothing.” you mumbled. “It didn’t look like nothing to me. what happened?” “Morgan just needs to mind his own business.” “He was only asking if you were okay Y/N” Hotch snapped back. “Show me your wrist.” Your eyes widened at what he asked and you shook your head. “No..” “Y/N. Show me your wrist. I know that there is something wrong and I can tell your uncomftable, But you need to show me right now or I will consider having you take time off” The tears began to form as you lifted your sleeve slowly, Revealing your battered and bruised arm to your boss. You heard him gasp slightly at the sight of your arm. “What happened?” Hotch asked again but in more of a sad tone. “I..It was Eric…He was drunk again.” You sobbed quietly and let the tears fall from your cheeks. “I love him Hotch” Hotch sighed and breathed in through his nose, suppressing a tear from falling down his own face. “Y/N…I know you still love him but…This is not love” he pointed to your wrist. “Someone who loved you would not do this.” “I can’t leave him. If I leave him Hotch I will have no one!” The tears continued to fall and your chest tightened as your breathing quickened. “You will have me…you will have JJ…Morgan, Reid, Rossi, Garcia… You will have all of us.” Silence filled the room as you thought about what he said. “I can’t…I am sorry” You looked up at him as you spoke. You lifted yourself up from the chair and walked to the door. “Y/N! where are you going?” “I am going home Hotch.” “Y/N please…We can help you.” “Goodbye Aaron” closing the door behind you you made your way back to your desk and grabbed your things. “Y/N? where are you going? I am sorry if I made you mad. I was just wanting to know if you were okay” Morgan was franticly trying to apologise as you walked past him. You entered the elevator and pressed the button. You took one last look at the bullpen to find your team staring back at you in shock and confusion.
___________________________________________________ The smell of alcohol filled your nostrils as you entered the house. “Eric?” you called out, listening for any movement. “Where the hell have you been?” He spat out as he met you in the hallway. “I was at work…I am sorry” “I want something to eat! hurry up and make me something!” You felt his hand across your face and a hot stinging sensation replaced it. You quickly nodded your head and rushed to the kitchen, pulling out bread, ham and cheese from the fridge. You served it on a plate and entered the lounge room. “Here you go” you placed the plate on his lap. A disgusted look formed on his face. “What the fuck is this!?…I don’t want a fucking sandwich, I want a proper meal!” He screamed at you and stood up, allowing the plate and food fall to the floor. His hands shoved you against the wall and grip at your throat. “You can never do anything fucking right! Can you?” You whimpered and tried to release his hands from your throat. “Please..Stop!” you gasped for air. His fist collided with your jaw. The punches continued and you could now feel blood run down past your cheek to your neck. He release you from his grip and you slumped to the ground in pain. His kicking came next. His foot connected to your stomach over and over again until you heard the front door get knocked down. “FBI! GET OFF HER NOW!” ‘Hotch?…was that really Hotch?“ You felt a hand turn your face to look at them. “We need a paramedic now!” You weased as you tried to take a deep breath. “Hey..Y/N its going to be okay. Wer'e here now. I should never of let you come home. I am so sorry” “H..Hotch.” you gasped out. “shhhh no don’t talk. It’s okay. Eric will never touch you again. I swear to you.” You lightly nodded and let the tears fall once again.