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goldencatchflies · 4 years

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𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

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⇾ ⋆ [𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "He’s kept quiet for all this time, but there was something - a feeling in his gut - that told him he wouldn’t be able to keep this charade up for much longer."] ⋆ ⇽

“Pretty boy! Whatcha doin’ tonight?” Morgan sat on Emily’s desk as he leaned over the divider to talk to his friend.

“Oh, I was going to re-watch this hour-long documentary on seahorses! I’d ask if you want to come, b-“ before Reid could finish his sentence, Morgan interrupted him.

“Sound good! I’ll be there at 8!” He spoke as he leaned off the table and moved towards his own desk. Spencer’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as he gasped.

“Really?!” He said with the brightest smile on his face as he frantically started packing his stuff. Morgan stared in adoration for a little bit before he started pacing his own belongings, but Reid spoke up again before he could say anything.

“You are going to love it! In my opinion, seahorses are one of the most fascinating creatures, and I re-watch that documentary every now and then, and even though I have it all memorized, it never ceases to amaze me!” Derek gave him a small smile, and the young man mumbled something about leaving now to get everything ready- including popcorn, earning a chuckle from Morgan. He was on his way out when he turned around and sprinted towards Derek’s arms, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Morgan hugged back immediately, furring his brows in confusion before he heard Reid’s muffled voice, barely above a whisper. “Thank you!”

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It was about 7:50 when Morgan left his apartment, making his way over to his friend. He wore a tight black t-shirt, a grey hoodie, and some dark rifle green cargo pants to match. He made his way out the door and into his car, making sure to pass by the trusty coffee shop, getting him and his boy their favorite deserts. He knocked on the door once he reached it, and was met by Spencer’s shy smile on the other end. He stepped out of the way to let Derek in, beaming happily when he noticed the bag on his hand and sniffed, getting a whip of the pastries.

“You didn’t!” He locked the door as quickly as he could, trying not to waste any time, as Morgan just chuckled, kicking off his shoes to the side.

“Oh yes I did!” The smiles across each other’s face could make anyone wonder just how their cheeks weren’t hurting. Derek made his way around Spencer’s couch, but before he sat down, Reid stopped him.

“Oh no no no no no, we��re staying my room because the CD doesn’t work on the player here for some reason, and besides, I wanna be laying down, so...” he said, as he cooked his head towards his bedroom, disappearing behind the door, with Morgan following suit after.

There was a bowl of popcorn on the nightstand, and the bed was set on the corner of the room, a TV at its feet above a drawer cabinet that seem to be a couple hundred years old. There was this rustic design to Reid’s bedroom that didn’t seem to match the rest of his house, and though Morgan had come over may times, he’d never actually enter the boys room, despite the desire to do so. You see, Derek Morgan had a problem. One he’s had for about 8 years. This... problem... had evolved within the very first year of him knowing the boy.

He realized his problem the very first time Spencer got hurt. They were at some station in the middle of a case, when someone with a bomb around them decided to enter, their goal being to take out as many people as they could along with them selves. The team had all been injured, along with most of the officers at the station, but Derek could only think about Spencer. He realized then, his problem. This said problem being... he had feelings for the young man. He’s kept quiet for all this time, but there was something - a feeling in his gut - that told him he wouldn’t be able to keep this charade up for much longer.

“Are you gonna keep staring or do you wanna sit down?” Spencer mumbled with a smirk, looking at Derek through his lashes.

“Right, sorry...” he breathed out, taking off his sweatshirt and laying next Spencer. He’d completely forgotten the pies until he heard a slight hum come from beside him. He looked over to see Spencer biting into his pie, furrowing his brows in concentration, with a slight smile as he tasted the treat.

“You’re doing it again...” he said, turning his head to meet Morgan’s gaze, snapping the him out of his thoughts once more. Derek blinked rapidly, before chuckling. “Anything you wanna tell me?” The boy whispered, looking at the TV and away from Morgan.

“Yeah, actually...” he started, sitting cross-legged, facing the boy laying next to him. Spencer lifted himself upwards, holding his upper-body up on his elbows, looking at Morgan in curiosity. “When was...” Derek looked at him fondly before continuing. “When was the las time you washed your hair?” He smirked down that the boy, as he sat up to hit Morgan’s chest.

“Morgan! You scared me! I thought it was something important!” He kept hitting the older agent’s shoulder as they laughed. Morgan grabbed the controlled from Spencer’s nightstand, pausing the documentary they were no longer watching, and he shoved the boy off the bed, making him nearly fall before he was able to catch himself. “I can shower later!” He whined, but Derek wasn’t listening.

“Nah nah nah! You go wash that head of yours, I’m not gonna play with no greasy hair!” Spencer raised his brows at that, before scoffing, never once dropping his smile. He nodded slightly, smirking as Derek winked, before he grabbed the towel behind the door and disappeared into the bathroom. Derek watched as the boy walked away, eyes traveling all over.

Spencer stepped out about 10 minutes later, noticing Derek’s pie was gone, and there were a couple extra bite marks on his own that weren’t there before. He rocked a white t-shirt with a brown cardigan and grey sweatpants. Morgan moved the cardigan out of the way to read the letters on the shirt once Spencer reached the bed again, drying his head with a towel.

“Plain t-shirt” Derek whispered and chuckled as he read, poking Spencer’s side where the drawing of a paper plane was outlined on his shirt.

“Did you eat my pie?” Spencer asked, earning another laugh from the older agent. “Derek! You had your own!” He smacked Morgan’s chest as he complained, and Derek spun him around, sitting the boy on his lap.

“Shhhh, here”- he picked up the remote, and handed it to his friend -“watch the pretty seahorses!” He changed the topic as he started running his hand through Spencer’s hair, taking another bite out of the pie before handing it to him.

“Hey, I saw that!” The boy complained again, as an untrustworthy smile crept onto his face, and blush rose to his cheeks when Derek just smirked and placed a soft kiss to the young man’s cheek. “This conversation is not over!”

“Uhum!” Derek furrowed his brows and nodded, turning the boys face back to the TV in front of them, as he resumed interlocking his hand with Spencer’s hair. He made braids in the boy only to destroy them again once he got to the ends, and repeated this for almost half an hour. “Spence?” He whispered once he noticed how relax the boy was and how he swayed slightly from side to side. He placed a hand under the boy’s chin, turning it sideways as he peaked from behind him, startling Reid awake.

“Hm?” He asked, completely oblivious to the butterflies violently flapping their wings in Morgan’s stomach, some having the utter audacity to rise to his chest. “‘M sorry...” he mumbled softly closing his eyes again for a few moments, before opening them again, trying to brush it off as a long blink. “Tht’s weird, m’never happened before”- he mumbled again, rubbing his eyes as Derek stared in adoration once more. “I don’t usually fall asleep watching documentaries...” he said a little more clearly before a yawn.

“Don’t worry pretty boy, here,” Derek lifted Spencer so he could slide off the bed, grabbing the pretty paper that had come with their pies, and bawling it his fist. He laid Spencer backwards onto the mattress, before pausing the CD and somehow managing to remove the covers from under Spencer, draping them over him as the boy closed his eyes again. “I’ll be right back, ok?” Reid nodded against his pillow while Derek left the room.

The older agent returned to room a few moments later to find what it seemed like a fast-asleep-doctor-reid. He smiled at Spencer, letting his mind wander off again.

“You really got stop doing that...” Spencer’s voice rang through the quiet room, bringing Morgan back down from the clouds. Spencer patted the bed behind him, moving closer to the edge to give the older agent enough space. Derek raised is brows as he made his way to lay next to Spence. “‘M take off your pants” the boy sighed out, earning a confused look from his friend.

“Excuse me?” He took a step back, looking over the boy.

“Don’t want your dirty pants in ma’ bed!” He mumbled grumpily. “You’re not getting in here with pants on, so if you want cuddles you gotta take them off!” He raised his brows as he spoke, not once opening his eyes, yet sounding much more awake them before. Derek just chuckled at the boys attitude, trying his hardest not to read into this.

And he didn’t! He didn’t read into the situation until he was laying next the Spencer, and the boy sunk into his chest. He didn’t read into anything until Spencer turned around and was just a few inches away from Dereks face. The young man moved down a little, nuzzling his face onto Dereks chest, and placed one of his hands on Derek’s chest, draping the other one around his torso. It was impossible for Derek not to read into it. So he let his mind wander.

He wandered what it would be like if they did this every night, and the next morning when they woke up? Would Spencer be angry? He didn’t want to think about that, so he played into the fantasy where he didn’t. Instead he thought about waking up next to a sleeping Reid. And the thought was enough to send him away into his own dreams.

He woke up to the sound of a phone vibrating from under the pillow. Spencer was laying completely on top of him, with his head directly next Derek’s on the pillow, facing inwards where he breathed small puffs of air onto the older man’s cheek in his sleep. Morgan had a hand around the boys waist and the other draped to the side. He moved it to find the source of the frequency, answering the phone once his eyes had adjusted to the lighting from the window.

“Morgan!” He mumbled sleepily as a squeal came from the other end of the phone, loud enough to startle Spencer awake.

“What the fuck Derek?” The boy’s tone was annoyance, but a blush formed in his chest and made its way onto his face once he rose to his elbows and realized how close their faces were.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!!” They heard Penelope squeal through the phone interrupting their longing stare. “You know what, hotch wanted you here in 30 minutes, but you have an hour!” She said right before she hung up, not giving them any chance to explain themselves. When Morgan looked at the screen he realized he had Spencer’s phone in his hand, and he looked back at the boy above that was still staring down into Derek’s eyes.

“I- I’m sorry, Morgan, I don’t know what happened, I just- I- I’m sorry!” He stuttered as he lifted himself off the bed, and made his way into the bathroom before Derek could give him a response. Morgan closed his eyes and sighed out as he got up to put his pants back on.

“Hey Spence, I’m gonna... I’m gonna head out, I’ll meet you there, kid!” He spoke into the bathroom door, earning an ‘ok’ from the other side. As he was making his way out he heard the bathroom door open.

“Wait!” Spencer called out, making Derek turn around. “We have an hour so... um, I was thinking, maybe we could pass by that coffee shop and get something to eat?” He asked shyly, fiddling with his hands. Derek smiled at him, as he made his way to the couch.

“Sounds good! I’ll wait out here so you can uh”- he gestured his hands up and down Spencer’s body from across the room, making the boy look down.

“Right! Ok, give me five minutes! The remote is on top of the TV, if you wanna watch anything...” he whispered, making his way back into his room, coming out minutes later with a white button up, and a 3 pice suit with different shades of brown.

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They sat at a table for two near the door, and Derek went up to the cashier while Spencer stayed behind, staring at the waving flag the was placed on the other side of the window. Derek came back a few moments later with their pies and coffees.

“Oh thank god! I’ve been dying to have one of these!” He said picking up the pie, taking a big bite out of it, making Morgan chuckle.

“Pretty boy, you had one last night!” He laughed as Spencer tried to explain with a mouthful. He furrowed his brows as he spoke, covering his lips, as Derek just laughed harder.

“Derek!” Was the only thing the other man could make out. Spencer’s fake-annoyed tone rang between them, along with muffled and incomprehensible explanations and, of course, the older man’s lovely laughter. The boy finally swallowed his food before he began “complaining” again.

“As I was saying,” He mocked, widening his eyes and shaking his head playfully, making Derek giggle - giggle! - as he kept up his fake-annoyed rant. “I wouldn’t be craving this if someone” - he emphasized -“hadn’t eaten like half of my pie yesterday!” He smirked, knowing damn well Derek was having the time of his life. The older man put a hand across his stomach, trying to calm down his laughter - it didn’t work.

“Alright, alright!” He threw his hands up in surrender, never dropping his smile, instead making Spencer smirk harder as he dug back into his breakfast. “I won’t eat your pie next time, I promise!” This earned him a skeptical look and a grin from the man in front of him, as he started on his own treat and beverage.

They finished pretty soon after, and rushed to work as fast as they could. They reached the bullpen about 45 minutes after Garcia’s call, and made their way into the briefing room.

“Why are you two so la- you know what, I don’t wanna know, just keep it professional at work!” Hotch told them from his place in the briefing room, and they shared a look. Before either one could explain themselves, however, Penelope winked at them, as she resumed where they’d left off.

Penelope Garcia, Derek thought to himself as they sat down, what have you done?

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aesthbaby · 4 years

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Midnight favor

Summary: Reader is running out in the middle of the night to get food that Emily is craving.

Pairings: Reader x Emily Prentiss

Prompt: Basically the same as the summary, I found it on this prompt generator website

Warnings: Chocolate?

Word Count: 1k

Masterlist:

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“Pretty please?” She sticks her bottom lip out and starts pampering your neck with kisses. “I promise to do the dishes for the rest of the week.”

“Emily,” You turn to her. “You never do the dishes.”

“Exactly!” She looks at you like a sad puppy. “If you go get them I’ll finally do them.”

“Two weeks?” You up the stakes.

She narrows her eyes on you before agreeing. “Fine!” You get your coat and slip on the nearest pair of shoes. “Wait, woah, what are you doing? Those are mine.”

You look at her like she’s grown another head. “Your point?” You start walking around your loft in search of your missing phone. “If I’m going out to get you-” You stick your head out the doorway to her. “What was it again?”

“Green Tea Kit Kats, two of them please.” You never pegged Emily as a Kit-Kat person but when word got out about the U.S. getting their hands on it, Em was ecstatic. You stand in from of her with her on the couch, feet on the coffee table. “What?”

“How much do these cost?”

She rolls her eyes and reaches for her wallet. “Do you really want to know?” She draws out the ‘really’ and god does it sound good when she says it like that. Your girlfriend hands you a 50, mouthing a thank you in return. You head for the door and before opening it you hear a quick, “Keep your phone on!” from behind you.

Green Tea Kti-Kat...unbelievable. You head out into the cold. You almost bump into Mrs. Shapiro, your next door neighbor. She adjusts her glasses and squints up at you. “Well hello Y/n Prentiss.”

You laugh at the older woman’s shenanigans. “I’ve told you a million times, Mrs. Shapiro.” You hold the door open for her. “We’re not married.”

She offers you quiet thank you. “Its about time. You’ve been living together for a few months now.”

“That’s not long enough to propose marriage.”

“Me and my husband were engaged before we ever met.” When you found out that their marriage was arranged before they were even born, it shocked you.

“Well, Emily and I want to get to know each other before we commit to something like that.”

She shrugs at your remark. “Emily is what the young people call a ‘catch.’ If you don’t wed her soon, someone else might.” That one threw you for a loop.

You simply smile at her and turn to leave. “Have a good night Mrs. S.”

The corner store was out of them...of course. Two stops later in the freezing cold you finally find a store with the green candies. “How many?” The cashier asks.

“How many can I get?” The display looks well stocked, its tempting to buy your girlfriend the entire shelf but that’d be rude right?

“State has us putting a limit on these.” The man nudges to the stock behind him. “But for you? I could let it slide.” As he’s talking he leans over the counter, closer to you. There’s an overwhelming stench of kitchen grease on him that makes you want to spill your guts on the tile floors. You play along, smile and pretend like you’re thinking about it. All while fishing into your jacket for your badge. When met with your credentials the man jumps back like he’s seen a ghost. You almost laugh at the fool infront of you who has almost tripped on his own feet.

“So about the kit-kats?” You tilt your head with a small smile.

He does a little nervous laugh before reaching for the display. “Here. On the house.”

“Are you sure? I can pay-”

“No no its fine, really.”

You bid him a polite farewell and start your trip home.

“Hey.” You hear Emily’s voice from the living room as you open the door. “What took you so long?”

A quick glance in the kitchen tells you the dishes haven’t been done. “Oh nothing,” There she is, on the couch in your same spot. “Just enjoying the scenery. I got a surprise, close your eyes.”

“This better not be a puppy.”

“A puppy? What? Nevermind, are your eyes closed?”

“Yes baby my eyes are closed.”

You peak your head around the corner to make sure she’s telling the truth. She looks like a little kid. You take the box and loudly dump it on the coffee table. Then gently place her fifty dollar bill on the top of the pile “Okay now I’m too scared to open them.”

“You’re going to love it, promise.”

“All I asked for was chocolate so this is concerning.” You lightly pull her hands away from her eyes to revel the 40 chocolate bars you acquired. She’s speechless for a second so you nudge her. “Did you rob the place?” Your smile grows even wider at her accusation. “Because you do know that’s an abuse of power right?”

“Shut up and eat.” You hand her one of the pieces off the table. “Or else I’ll just take them back.”

Didn’t have to tell her twice. “But really,” she says with a full mouth. “How did you get this much without spending any money?”

You lightly laugh to yourself as the earlier memory plays in your head. “Some guy at the store was being really creepy so I flashed my badge.” A perfectly plucked eyebrow arches itself. “I know, not something I’d usually do but he had it coming.”

“And he just gave you all of this?”

“I offered to pay...” You shrug and listen as Emily falls into a fit of laughter.

“I’m just imagining the look on his face.”

“Unfortunately I don’t think I can ever go back there...”

“Yeah, your face will probably be on one of those ‘banned’ posters outside of the window.” You playfully throw the nearest pillow at her. Effectively smearing green chocolate on it.

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jemelle · 4 years

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Hey! Can you add me to your taglist? If thats okay :)

that’s totally okay!!

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megankane · 4 years

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Same same. Ive been pushing off schoolwork and now its getting to me so yeAh

ugh i feel that... i’m a horrible procrastinator 😶 what are you working on ?

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stxrrywildflower · 4 years

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caught {g.w.}

pairing - george weasley x reader

summary - in which saturday morning cuddles turn into a relationship reveal

warnings - none

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there was one thing you and george agreed on when you first started dating; you would keep it a secret.

you were already close with his family, having gone there for multiple holidays and breaks since first year, and neither of you knew how they would react to you and george going from best friends to a couple.

fred and ginny were the only two that knew. ginnie finding out was one-hundred percent accidental while with fred, well he knew right away. the second his twin had walked in with a wide smile on his face, fred just put two and two together.

it was the weekend when ginny found out.

there were various events going on throughout the school; friendly quidditch games, hogsmeade trips, and studying being some of the main things people were doing.

george asked you to stay behind. he had already spent a ton of money at hogsmeade on his last trip for various sweets and new prank products and didn’t want to be tempted in the slightest to purchase anything.

you agreed, of course, having no purpose of going to hogsmeade other than getting out of the school for a little.

george was immediately open about just wanting to spend time with you. with class work having picked up recently and your friends, who were still unaware of your relationship, being around you most of the time, it was rare to have private moments to yourselves.

you ended up in the gryffindor common room, laying on the couch with the fireplace roaring. george was near-asleep on top of you, head nestled in the crook of your neck as you ran your hands through his hair.

he would hum in content every few moments, mostly signaling to you that he was in fact awake and listening to the stories you were telling.

the portrait door opened before you could even realize it or think to move. george was pretty much dead weight on top of you and made clear signs he had no intentions of moving anytime soon.

ginny had walked in, head focused more on the floor rather than her surrounding. the girl stopped dead in her tracks, eyes widening slightly as she noticed you and george.

“no way,” ginny spoke.

your head snapped up when you heard her words, mind already twisting to formulate some excuse on why you and her brother were cuddled up together.

george barely lifted his head, though he did turn slightly to address her.

“oh bugger off ginny.”

“i just forgot to grab my jacket,” ginny defended herself. “not my fault you two have a secret relationship.”

george shot his sister one look before she was holding up her hands, already moving to grab her coat off of one of the chairs. she did throw in some mock kissing noises as you exited the common room once more.

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summer break at the burrow was fairly similar to the ones in the past; the only difference being you and george being together.

mostly everyone was at the burrow, the oldest three being the only ones absent. harry and hermione joined you as the guests, molly being more than willing to host.

you and george knew you wouldn’t really be able to show any form of pda for the most part which meant one thing; sneaking around.

it only took a few days for fred and ginny to become fed up with your near-blatantly obvious actions. anyone with eyes could tell there was something between you and george. however, no one in the weasley family had even taken the slightest note.

the two had given you a few alternatives to help you conceal your relationship all while still getting to spend time with each other. fred and ginny had offered, with the promise you and george would do their chores, that one of you could sneak into the others room at night or in the morning and in turn, they would leave you alone.

that lead you to the current saturday. george had tiptoed out of his shared room with fred even before the sun was close to rising to head into the one you shared with ginny.

by eight that morning, everyone in the house was slowly starting to get up. harry, ron, and hermione were all outside already while ginny and fred sat in the kitchen.

molly entered, clearly slightly disheveled. it was chore day, mostly cleaning and laundry. “has anyone seen george? he isn’t in your room, freddie.”

“check y/n and ginny’s room,” fred laughed.

molly raised her eyebrows at that but didn’t question it further. she disappeared out of the kitchen and towards the stairs without another word.

“fred what the hell?” ginny exclaimed once molly was out of earshot.

“what?”

“uh are you stupid? why on earth would you tell mum where y/n and george are? they still haven’t even told anyone they’re together. we literally got up early this morning so they could be together for a bit and you just ruined it.”

fred sighed. “why are you so worked up over this? everyone was going to find out eventually.”

“because fred,” ginny pointed a finger towards her brother. “it comes down to when they were comfortable to tell people. it’s not fair to them for us to take that away from them.”

a slightly guilty look passed over fred’s face. “it’s fine ginny. i’m sure mum won’t be mad. besides, who knows if she’s even going to find out?”

george had his head pressed deep into the back of your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your middle as you slept. your back was against his stomach, george’s body heat providing more than enough heat.

it was nice to be able to spend your mornings together, even if it meant finding unconventional ways for you to cuddle.

molly stopped in front of yours and ginny’s room, knocking quickly before stepping back. there was no response at first, prompting her to just open the door.

just like how ginny reacted back at hogwarts, molly had stopped as she stepped in. you and george were still fast asleep, him holding you with a gentle smile on his face. as shocked as molly wanted to be, she did pick up on a few differences during your visit this time around.

she closed the door quietly, allowing for you two to wake up on your own terms. molly didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in anyway after she had technically caught you two.

to be honest, molly was really happy it was you.

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