#moreid one shots

[the-ragingenby]

This was supposed to be finished like four days ago for Valentine’s. Um. Oopsies.

Anyway, it was supposed to be short, but it kept getting longer and longer the more I stared at it.

I’m not sure if I like this, but take some fluffy Morgan and Reid shenanigans.

Edit: Cross-posted to my AO3, if you prefer to read it there.

~ 4000 words

Sweet Tooth

“Hey, pretty boy.” Morgan leaned over Reid’s shoulder as he poured another packet of sugar into his coffee mug. “That coffee looks like it's five parts sugar, one part coffee.” Reid rolled his eyes, sweeping loose sugar into his hand as he moved to throw it away. 

“It’s not like it's all sugar. There’s some creamer in there too. Somewhere.” He rolled back over in his chair, leaning back to gaze up at Morgan. “And what are you doing here? Don’t you have anything better to do?” 

“Other than spending time with my pretty boy? No, not really.” Morgan smiled widely at Reid, poking gently at his forehead. Reid stuck out his tongue, teasing. 

“Oh, please. Go pester Garcia or something. I’m certain she’ll humor you.” Reid waved his hand dismissively, returning his gaze back to the files he’d been going over.

“But she’s not the one I wanna tease right now, pretty boy.” Morgan leaned closer, reading over Reid’s shoulder. 

“Go on, shoo.” Reid gently pushed Morgan away. “I’m busy.” Morgan raised his hands in defeat and edged away towards Garcia’s cave. 

“Garcia, baby, did you hear that? Reid says he’s too busy for me!” Morgan whined, disappearing into the darkness that could loosely be considered an office. 

“I heard everything!” Garcia stuck her head out and glared, albeit playfully, at Reid. “You gotta treat Morgan right, Reid! Show him some love. Be nice!”  She squinted at him as menacingly as she could muster before sliding back into the office and letting the door close behind her. 

“They’re being more insufferable than usual.” Prentiss noted amusedly as she sipped at her own coffee. 

“Mhm. I guess things will get interesting around here pretty soon.” JJ added, laughing when Reid raised a questioning eyebrow at her. 

“Other than getting really noisy, and possibly drawing unwanted attention and concern from other agents, I can’t imagine what you two are getting at.” Reid said, turning his gaze back to his work yet again, determined to finish his report on the last two files that sat on his desk. 

Prentiss and JJ shared a knowing glance, leaving Reid in his confusion. 

“So Reid’s got a sweet tooth.” Morgan murmured, tapping his fingers idly against Garcia’s desk. 

“I’m almost certain he’s partial to chocolates too. He seems like the type.” Garcia added, swiveling in her chair to type something onto her computer. “Yeah, yeah, these ones seem good.” She turned the monitor to the side, allowing Morgan to look at a few popular chocolate brands.

“Now, baby girl, I hate to ask this again but why shouldn’t I just talk to Reid about it? Wouldn't it be easier to just ask the guy what he likes?” 

“That’s just it! You need to give chase! Just asking Spencer about it would be too easy. And he’ll probably get suspicious.” Garcia explained, twirling her pen excitedly in her hand. Morgan laughed and gently spun her in her chair.

“Garcia, don’t you think all the incessant teasing is just as suspicious? And in any case, even with all that brain power he’s got, he’s about as bright as a bag of rocks when it comes to most romantic things.” He sighed. “So I think we’re good regardless.” 

“You just wanna do things the easy way.” Garcia whined. “And that’s boring!” 

“Boring or not, I don’t wanna blow things with Reid.” Morgan dodged, shocked, as Garcia flung one of her decorative trinkets at him.

“And inviting him to a club with everyone else tagging along is going to help things…how? You know he isn’t the clubbing type!” Garcia retorted. “And I’d hardly call that boring. Or conventional for that matter.” 

“Then what do you suggest?” Morgan asked, leaning forward. “And it’s gotta be someplace open late, since we don’t normally get out until after sunset, at the earliest.” 

“Ah, you’re right.” Garcia tapped her pen thoughtfully against her chin. “Maybe a 24-hour diner. That one just by the park.”

“Garcia. I haven’t been there in years.” Morgan said pointedly.

“Yeah, I get that, but this place is renowned for its desserts. I’m talking cakes, cookies, pastries, milkshakes, assorted ice cream type stuff. Reid would have a field day!” Garcia insisted. Morgan shifted in his chair before letting out a sigh. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll…see how it goes.” He relented. “If we don’t get a case.”

“Ah, there. You’ve jinxed it. Now I bet Hotch will stick his head out of his office and call us into the conference room.”

~

Lo and behold, the BAU did indeed get called onto a new case. This time, it was a serial killer who kidnapped women that reminded him of his long-dead sister, forcing them to fulfill that role for him. 

Although it took the team a few days, in the end, the unsub was apprehended and his latest victim was rescued, if just barely. 

“That was certainly one of our more interesting cases.” Prentiss sighed, plopping into her usual chair on the plane. 

“I’m just glad we managed to get to her in time. The odds were not in our favor, to say the least.” Reid added, almost distractedly as he positioned himself across a few chairs in preparation for a “nap”. Morgan knew by now that Reid didn’t really sleep on the plane rides often, he just liked listening to gossip, the sly thing.  

“Aw, you’re going to bed already, Reid?” Morgan asked, teasing, sitting just beside his head. “Thought we were gonna have a nice chat about after work plans.”

“Do I hear clubbing plans? Because I’m in. Since we’ve got the day off thanks to Hotch’s girlfriend. And I won’t have to deal with having a hangover at work the next day!” Prentiss gasped. JJ nudged her sharply. 

“No way. We’re having a girl’s night with Garcia. Let Morgan and Reid have their fun.” JJ replied, eyeing Morgan knowingly. Morgan fought hard not to roll his eyes. 

“After work, I plan to go home and sleep.” Reid muttered, stifling a yawn. 

“Could I bribe you with promises of desserts? Your pick.” Morgan added. At that, Reid glanced up, intrigued. 

“That’s suspiciously kind of you.” He paused, then squinted suspiciously. “By the time we get back, it’ll be past midnight, thus officially St. Valentine’s Day. Don’t you have someone else you’d rather be spending that time with? Typically, it’s a romantic occasion for one to spend with their significant other or romantic interest. However the background of the holiday is actually very intriguing, and it makes me wonder why people romanticize it so much.” 

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Reid.” Prentiss groaned. “If you ruin one more holiday for me, I’m going to lose it.” Reid twisted to stick his tongue out at her, but settled into silence. 

“Valentine’s or not, I just wanted to spend time with you, pretty boy.” Morgan admitted, poking at Reid. Reid nodded slowly, though he looked a little confused. 

“If you’re sure. And if you don’t have anyone else you’d rather be spending the day with. I’m sure you’ve got plenty to choose from.” Before Morgan could retort, Reid continued. “My place or yours?”

“Uh, mine.” Morgan replied, a little stunned. He really didn’t think it would be that easy. Reid nodded and closed his eyes again, nudging his head into Morgan’s lap and promptly drifting off to dreamland. Or so it seemed. Morgan wasn’t sure he could really trust Reid’s supposedly sleeping form. 

“Awww, that’s adorable!” JJ snickered. 

“And you two were complaining about my ‘girlfriend’. We aren’t even dating officially.” Hotch muttered from behind his newspaper, glancing up at Prentiss and JJ with his usual unwavering stare. 

“Alright, alright, fine.” Prentiss relented. “But, this is way cuter, in my humble opinion.” Hotch rolled his eyes at her, but eventually gave the slightest of nods, agreeing with her sentiments.

“Guys, come on now.” Morgan groaned, nudging Reid gently. “You’re making me look bad here, pretty boy. I know you’re awake.” Reid let out a soft whine and pushed himself further into Morgan’s lap, adding to the whole charade with a little snore. 

JJ clapped her hand over her mouth as she gasped, and Garcia was frantically flailing her arms from the webcam, trying to send some sort of signal to Morgan. He wasn’t really sure what she was trying to say, though. Eventually, knowing Reid would not admit to being awake, Morgan decided to run his fingers through Reid’s hair.

He’d never really touched it, save for the occasional ruffle here and there, but this was purposeful. 

“If you’re going to indulge in romantics, at least do it outside of work hours.” Rossi groaned, making a gagging motion with his hand. Reid smiled, then remembered he was supposed to be asleep and retook his restful expression. 

“You little shit, I knew you were awake.” Morgan laughed. Reid let out a contented sigh and gently pushed his head into Morgan’s touch. God, I would give anything just to stay like this forever. 

~

They arrived back at Quantico not long after, and Morgan felt a little bad having to wake up Reid, who did fall asleep at some point. “You still on for our little excursion? It’s no big deal if you don’t want to.” Morgan asked, carrying his go-bag as he headed to the elevator.

“No, no. I want to. As long as you don’t have any problems with me crashing at your place tonight.” Reid said, carefully studying Morgan’s expression as they made their way down to the garage. Morgan couldn’t help but laugh.

“Spence, when have I ever had an issue with you being at my apartment? It’ll be fine.” Morgan smiled reassuringly at Reid, who fiddled with his messenger bag nervously. Reid cleared his throat and nodded.

The pair drove in silence, Reid not bothering to ask where they were going exactly. He was content to look out the window, occasionally tightening his grip on the armrests as Morgan made particularly tight turns. 

They eventually pulled into the parking lot of the diner, with Reid’s eyes going wide in surprise. “How’d you know I like this place? I come here pretty often.” Morgan glanced at Reid, desperately keeping his cool.

“Oh, you know. You’re really into sweets, and these guys are practically known for them. So I thought you’d like it. That’s all,” Morgan replied, gently nudging him. Damn it, Garcia! Why didn’t you tell me this place was his favorite! It would’ve made things a little easier. 

Reid smiled gently, though he still looked a little nervous. Tense, even. But he was confident enough to lead the way inside and carefully glance over the menu as they waited to be seated, trying to decide what he wanted beforehand. “You can get whatever you want, Reid. We can take it to-go, so we don’t have to stay out any later. I mean, only if you want to, though.” 

“Really?” Reid paused, hesitant. “Are you sure?” Morgan waved his hand dismissively. 

“I’m always sure when it comes to treating you right, pretty boy,” Morgan replied, wincing internally at just how corny it sounded, even for him. Reid blinked at him, wide-eyed, but eventually nodded. 

When a waitress came over, she took Reid’s to-go order, reappearing about fifteen minutes later with a couple bags in her hands. Morgan stood up and paid, following Reid out of the diner and back to the car. “So what did you get?” Morgan asked curiously as he drove back to his apartment. 

“Well, they had cinnamon rolls tonight, so I got one of those. I thought about getting a milkshake, but eventually decided against it. Since your place isn’t more than ten minutes away, even with traffic, I figured getting a slice of ice cream cake was safe enough. And then I got you something as well. But that’s a surprise.” Reid explained, carefully holding the bags in his lap. Morgan raised an eyebrow, a little stunned, but he didn’t pry any further. If it’s a surprise, it’s a surprise. 

Back at Morgan’s apartment, Reid set down the bags on the coffee table and quickly went about taking out his desserts. As he settled comfortably, with Morgan sitting beside him, he slid over a styrofoam container sheepishly. “This one’s mine?” Morgan asked, taking the container and popping it open. 

Inside was a delicately placed slice of red velvet cake, with minimal frosting, a strawberry centerpiece, and a heart drawn around the cake in strawberry syrup. Morgan stared down at it in surprise, not expecting such a gesture from Reid of all people. “I should probably explain, right?” He didn’t wait for Morgan to reply. “So, I know you aren’t really a fan of sweets, especially frosting. But you like fruits and such, including strawberries. I asked my friend, who was the waitress, what she’d recommend and she said she could make some adjustments to the red velvet cake. I didn’t think it would be so…extravagant? But, um, it’s Valentine’s, so I figured you wouldn’t mind too much.” Reid nervously cleared his throat. “Besides, if you don’t like it, I’ll eat it.” He added sheepishly. 

“Reid.” Morgan said, trying to form a coherent sentence that didn’t make him sound like a lovesick fool. Reid looked away, deciding to start on his ice cream cake before it melted. “That was adorable. I don’t think I’ve gotten something like this before. But I love it, especially because it's from you.” 

Reid looked taken aback, plastic fork held carefully in his mouth as he tipped his head to the side, like a puppy. He looked like he wanted to say something, but resolved to finish his cake before it melted. Morgan took the opportunity to try his own cake, relishing in the flavor. He knows me so well. Reid set aside his utensils, eyeing his cinnamon roll before refocusing on Morgan. “Oh. That’s good.” He hesitated for a moment, then decided to start on the cinnamon roll, clearly deciding to avoid talking anymore, most likely out of embarrassment. 

They ate in silence for a while. Once they’d both finished, Morgan turned to face Reid, sliding forward until he sat inches away from Reid. “Listen, Reid. I wanted to be more tactful about this, really, but if I go back to work tomorrow and tell Garcia I didn’t go through with it, she’d kill me.” Morgan drew in a deep breath, shifting slightly in his seat. “I like you, Reid. A lot. And I love this dynamic we have going, but what I really want is to…be by your side.”

“But you already are. More often than not, actually.” Reid tipped his head endearingly once more, then paused, his mouth falling open slightly in realization. “Morgan, you don’t mean that you…” Reid trailed off, eyes wide and searching Morgan’s face for a definite answer. 

“Ah, that was kinda childish. Hang on.” Morgan reached forward, gently taking Reid’s face into his hands and pressing his forehead against Reid’s. “I love you, Dr. Spencer Reid. So much. And…I hope that it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, or anything like that. I don’t want you to feel forced to reciprocate-”

Reid leaned in and carefully, awkwardly, kissed Morgan, pressing as close as he could. After a moment, he pulled away. “Yeah, I, uh, figured. You aren’t very subtle y’know, Mr. Ladies Man.” Morgan blinked, frozen in shock. Reid initiated that kiss. Morgan hardly had to do a thing. This was not what he was expecting at all, but he wasn’t complaining. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that. I should have let you finish talking. You were probably going to add some sort of ‘but’ or something to that statement.”

Morgan kissed him this time, partially to shut him up, and to just feel his lips against his own once more. “Spence, sweetheart, I wouldn’t say things like this or act this way if I didn’t mean it.” Morgan whispered as he pulled away, just taking in the view of a very flustered Reid sitting beside him. “I love you, because I just do. You’re an amazing person, and I feel like I’m the luckiest person in the world by just being able to work with you.”

Reid swallowed nervously, then exhaled slowly. “I love you too, Derek Morgan.”  Reid admitted softly, smiling sheepishly. “I guess I was never really able to label what this feeling was until recently, but this just feels right. And I…couldn’t imagine not being by your side. Whether as work partners or more than that…”  

“Then, Dr. Spencer Reid, would you do me the honor of officially becoming my boyfriend?” Morgan asked gently, feeling his face grow warm with embarrassment as Reid laughed. 

“You know, with all the flirting you’ve been doing with me, it feels like we’ve been together for ages.” Reid murmured, pressing his head against Morgan’s palm, trying to get him to run his fingers through his hair again. When Morgan relented, Reid continued. “But of course I will. So long as you keep spoiling me with treats.” Morgan’s lips twitched into an easy smile.

“Oh, so you’re just keeping me around for the free food?” Morgan huffed playfully, falling back into the easy banter they’ve always had. 

“Yeah, basically. But the whole boyfriend thing is a nice plus, I suppose.” Reid replied slyly, sticking out his tongue at Morgan’s exaggerated gasp. 

“You are such a little shit, baby.” Morgan murmured, taking his hand from Reid’s hair, despite his whine of protest, and flicked his nose playfully. 

“Mm. But you love it.” Reid teased, fighting back a yawn as a wave of sleepiness washed over him.

“I do. And I love you.” Morgan replied, easing himself off the couch and tugging Reid along with him. “Now, it’s bedtime. You’re exhausted, and I’m not passing up this opportunity to cuddle with you in bed. Come on.” 

Reid let himself be led to Morgan’s bedroom and, after deciding to make the logical decision to change into more comfortable clothing, the pair flopped into bed together, drifting off to sleep.

Or so Morgan thought.

It had hardly been a couple hours when Reid poked Morgan awake. “Morgan?” Morgan hummed in response, slowly opening one eye to look over at Reid who should have been asleep already. “How long have you known?”

“Known what?” Morgan asked, voice rough with sleep. Reid sighed and pressed closer against him.

“That you, y’know…” Reid trailed off, nervous again. “That you liked, loved, me.”

Stifling a yawn, Morgan thought about it for a moment. “I’ve liked you since I met you, Reid. As for love, I think since Elle left. Losing a member of the team like that really forced me to think, and made me realize how I’d feel if I would have lost you too.” Reid’s eyes went wide, stunned. “Now you can tell me all about your feelings in the morning, but right now it’s sleepytime. Goodnight, pretty boy.” 

“Goodnight.” Reid relented, settling comfortably in his spot against Morgan’s chest and let his gentle breathing lull him to sleep. 

~

By the time Morgan woke up, it was early afternoon. Reid was still fast asleep in his arms, clinging tightly as though afraid Morgan would disappear during the night. “Morning, sleepyhead.” Morgan said, pressing a kiss against Reid’s forehead. Reid groaned and tried to disappear underneath the covers.

“Let me sleep.” Reid muttered, squeezing his eyes tightly closed. Morgan laughed softly, now only being able to see the mop that was Reid’s hair poking out from the covers. 

“Fine, fine.” Morgan relented, laying down again and letting Reid tug him closer.

The pair lounged there for hours, until Morgan finally decided they at least needed to get up and get something to eat. Carefully extracting himself from Reid’s vice grip, he slipped into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, knowing Reid would probably demand one as soon as he was properly awake. 

Setting aside his own cup, he took a bowl of mixed fruit he had in the fridge and warmed a bagel for himself and a muffin for Reid. “I smell coffee.” Morgan glanced to the side to see Reid leaning against Morgan’s shoulder, spying at the food he put out. 

“Yes, and good morning to you too, pretty boy.” Morgan said, taking a fork and placing it in the fruit bowl. Reid snatched the muffin and shuffled to the couch. It was only then that Morgan noticed Reid had stolen one of the blankets and had it draped over himself. “Are you that cold, baby?” Reid huffed and began nibbling on his muffin.

“Freezing, actually. I woke up the moment you left because it’s cold and I don’t understand how you have the temperature here so low.” Reid complained, taking another big bite of his  muffin. “I will accept the muffin and coffee as an apology though.” Morgan rolled his eyes and followed Reid, placing a mug of coffee on the table in front of him. 

“I’m not sure if I added enough sugar for your taste, but it should be better than BAU coffee, at the very least.” Morgan admitted, leaning against Reid as he ate his bagel. Reid analyzed it for a moment before taking a sip, nodding in approval. 

“It’s passable.” Reid decided, smiling wickedly at Morgan’s playfully offended expression. “I’m kidding! It’s a lot better than the stuff we get at the BAU for sure. In comparison to that, this may as well be liquid gold. Though I guess that wouldn’t taste very good, now that I think about it.” 

Once they finished their breakfast, although it would be closer to dinner at this point, Morgan finally turned to Reid. “Alright, seriously. My curiosity is killing me.” Morgan sighed dramatically. “You woke me up at like three in the morning to ask when I knew I loved you, and I didn’t get to hear your reasoning in response. So, talk to me.” 

Reid shifted under the thick blanket, trying to hide but eventually relenting and poking his head out once more. Instead of answering right away, Reid slid forward into Morgan’s lap, resting against his chest. Reid gently nudged Morgan’s hand with his head, silently commanding Morgan’s fingers to find their way back into his hair. “At first, I didn’t like you much. Thought you were an overachieving playboy.” Reid admitted bluntly, causing Morgan to pause in his petting to chuckle quietly. “But after a while, you changed. You became more empathetic and risked your life time and time again to stand for something you believed in or to save someone. And I admired that, even when I often got into situations myself. Whenever that happened, I wasn’t too afraid, because I knew that you’d find me, and save me.”

“Reid.” Morgan murmured, smiling when Reid ducked his head embarrassed. 

“I’ve felt this way for a long time, but I’ve just never been able to pinpoint it. I’ve spoken to JJ about it but never in this much detail.” Reid added, disappearing under the blanket again.

“That’s adorable.You’re adorable. You have no idea how cute you are, Spence.” Morgan whispered, tugging the blanket off far enough to not-so sneakily plant another kiss on Reid’s forehead. Reid whined, both from the affections and the cold air. “Garcia knows about everything I’ve felt. I didn’t really want to tell her, or anyone for that matter. But there’s no hiding things from that girl.” 

“Then I’ll have to thank her tomorrow for providing me with a source of free food. And head pats.” Reid snickered, tugging the blanket back over his head to dodge Morgan’s playful tap.

“Yeah, yeah. And I bet that she won’t believe you if you said you made the first move.” Morgan chuckled. Reid huffed, but made no move to argue, content to just be resting in Morgan’s arms. Sleeping the day away was not in the agenda, but if it meant Morgan got to spend every moment with Reid and treating him right, spoiling him, and giving him the love he deserves, Morgan couldn’t find a reason to complain. 

As long as he could be by Reid’s side, he was content. 

[avis-writeshq]

pairing: early seasons!spencer reid x sunshine!fem!reader genre: fluff, roommate au, childhood friends warnings: general criminal minds violence, not beta-read oops a/n: I renounce the MoReid shippers; they’re SIBLINGS !!!! also, apologies for lack of posts !! have been very busy with uni :( wc: 1.06k part 1 | part 2

Spencer was shot. It all happened so quickly– the sound of the gun firing, the grunt that he let out and the apprehension of the UnSub. Too quickly, but such is the fickleness of life. This was one of the rare occasions where the ballistic vest did not do its job, the bullet jamming into his side. Hotch was on the UnSub in seconds, the cuffs on his wrists before anyone could blink. 

“Shit, Reid,” Derek gasps out, watching the way blood seeps through his once pristine white shirt, and he presses his hand against the wound. “Shit, Hotch! Hotch! We need a medic!”

*** 

“It’s going to be okay,” Aaron assures as best he can. His face is grim and Derek is shaking his head in frustration, hands trembling and cold from washing his hands over and over again. “It’s not your fault.”

“We missed him,” Gideon mutters, “he was right there and we missed him.”

“And Spencer got hurt because of it.” Elle’s gaze is set on the hospital’s sign in counter. 

Aaron understands their guilt. They caught the UnSub in the end, so nothing was ever in vain, but it doesn’t change the fact that they didn’t anticipate that he was at the end of the hallway waiting for the perfect moment to strike– and Spencer paid the price of their mistakes. The bullet hit him in the side where the vest didn’t cover, the damage reaching his liver and kidneys. Aaron doesn’t think he’s ever seen that much blood before. 

“Excuse me–” a voice loud enough to cut through their brooding chimes from the reception desk. “Hi. Hello, I’m here for, um, Doctor Spencer Reid?”

The clerk glances at her for a brief moment before turning back to his computers. “We don’t have a Doctor by that name on staff.”

“Um, no–” a nervous laugh splits the air. “No, he’s– he’s not a doctor here. He’s a patient? I got a call.”

He looks at her up and down before raising an eyebrow, mumbling something. “Is that you?”

“Yes. Yes, that’s me, is he okay? I came as soon as I could.”

“He’s in surgery. He’ll be out in a few. Take a seat over there–” He gestures over to where Aaron and the others are sitting– “and the doctor will call you over.”

“Right. Right, okay, thank you.” 

Elle doesn’t try hiding her confusion, looking up at you from her seat with raised brows. “You’re here for Reid?”

You jolt in surprise, the heavy grip you have on your bag loosening in an attempt to calm down. “Hi? Um, yeah. He’s– well, we’re on each other’s emergency contact list.”

“It’s good to see you again,” Aaron says with a tight grimace. “I wish it were under better circumstances.”

Derek’s jaw unhinges. “You knew?”

“Emergency contact list.” Aaron offers you a glance. “Are you okay?”

“I just–” your voice wobbles, a choked whimper leaving your lips. “I just want him to be okay.”

The team shares your sentiments. It’s not often when there’s an injury as serious as this on the field, but the risk is there. The room is tense with worry, the sound of doctors and nurses rushing around through the halls does nothing to ease their anxieties. You’re already fearing the worst. 

What feels like hours is only minutes as a nurse arrives in front of your little group. 

“Doctor Spencer Reid?” She confirms, looking sympathetic as ever. “The surgery was a success. The bullet grazed against his liver so he does need to stay for a couple of days for monitoring, but he should make a full recovery.”

“Is he allowed guests?” You blurt out hurriedly, the receipt in your hands crumbled in torn from incessant worrying. 

“He’s should be waking up now, but you’re welcome to see him. I’ll take you there.” The nurse offers a gentle smile. “Girlfriend?”

Heat roars against your cheeks and you shake your head adamantly. “No, no, he’s– we’re not– he’s my roommate.”

The nurse hums, a knowing smile on her face. “I see.”

After a few quick goodbyes towards Aaron and the rest of the team, you hurry after the nurse whilst clutching your bag of goods. She opens the door wide, letting you inside before closing it behind you while you pull up a chair. 

“I am– I am so mad at you, Spencer Walter Reid,” you whisper, gaze fixed on his resting face and the hair that mats his forehead. You brush a few strands away from his eyes, your lips trembling briefly. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“So you’re not that mad?” Spencer croaks out, his voice dry and his head pounding as he manages to lift his eyes towards you.

“Spencer.” Your arms are around his neck in an instant, careful as not to disrupt the wires and tubes that surround him. “I’m going to kill you.”

 “That’s counter intuitive.” He laughs quietly, wincing a little at the suddenness before allowing his free arm to wrap loosely around your waist. He finds it uneasy, the way your lips fall into a wobbly frown and how your eyes look red and puffy from crying. He’s only ever seen you look like this once before but that’s nothing compared to this. This time you look like that because of him– a silly little accident has lead to your pretty smile vanishing off your pretty face.

“You suck. I’m telling your mother.” He knows you won’t and he’s grateful that you’ve found it in yourself to make a joke. When you pull away, he immediately misses your warmth, watching as you rummage through your bag before handing him a sealed cup of red jell-o. “It was the last one they had.”

“You’re an angel, really, but I don’t think I’m allowed to eat for a couple hours,” he murmurs, his fingers grasping gingerly at the cup.

With a wordless nod in acknowledgement, you press a thick leather bound book into his hands, your eyes meeting his gaze. “Your favourite.”

He breathes out his thanks, glancing up at you through the dim lights of the hospital room. “Are you going to stay?”

“As long as you want, Walter.” 

*** 

From the other side of the door, Derek glances through the window at you and Spencer before looking back at Hotch. “They’re roommates?”

“Apparently.”

“No, but– they’re just roommates?”

“Unfortunately.”

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[boneeygreen]

I've been working on this comic for a while now for a Centaur!Moreid au that's been cooking in my brain for the last few years. I will eventually try to make more and go more in depth on how they met and their story etc. But for now, enjoy this one shot!

[spencerspecifics]

Hi! I just read your pride fanfiction and it's so cool! I was wondering if you maybe would like to write Moreid Penemily fanfic where Morgan and Prentiss go to the florist to buy flowers for their significant ones, but they obivously had no idea about flowers while Penelope and Spencer care about it a lot.

Have a great day!

This is the sweetest ask I’ve ever received omg of course you can get that!! I love getting requests thank you so much for asking❤️

Sort of TW /// there's flashbacks to a child abduction case the team was working, also Garcia is mad at Prentiss (and Morgan is just worried about picking the wrong flowers lol)

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Flowers

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Morgan and Prentiss were similar, almost too similar- they were both leaders within the team, strong willed, and not scared of saying what they thought.

They were driving forces in the team, they did their jobs and they did them damn well. They were both confident in their jobs, but sadly, that’s where both of their confident aspects ended.

When it came to relationships, Emily and Derek were also too similar- they were nervous disasters. They didn’t know how to act, what to do or say- they practically had to dare each other to get themselves to ask out their respective crushes. They couldn’t bring themselves to do it without the other pushing them along, urging them to do it.

So, it should have been no shock when Derek pulled open the door to the small flower shop Spencer raved about so much- and saw Prentiss standing awkwardly to the side, scanning the example flowers splayed out on the small table next to her like she actually understood anything about floristry.

Morgan couldn’t help but shake his head; of course, Spencer was always telling Garcia about his favorite things- she probably fell in love with this flower shop, too.

“Well, well, look who we have here.” Derek joked as he walked towards Prentiss, she barely looked up at him, instead still scanning the flowers as she spoke; “I don’t wanna hear it. This is Penelope’s new favorite place, and I’m doing my girlfriend duties.”

“Funny, I’m doing the same thing myself.” Derek replied, “You’re doing girlfriend duties?” Prentiss shot back, Derek ignored her, instead turning back around, towards the front of the shop to look at the flowers they had displayed up front.

He was still standing next to her, however, so he spoke up again; “What’re you getting Garcia flowers for?” “I can’t just get her flowers?” Prentiss sniped, clearly something was putting her on edge, and now Derek had to know what.

“Pump the brakes, Em.” He told her, she looked down towards her feet, then looking at the small table, before looking back towards him.

“She’s mad at me.” Was all Emily said, before turning her back towards him, looking at the displays hanging nearby on the wall. Derek decided to leave her at that, at least for now. He knew why Garcia was mad.

~

“How long are you going to stay here for?” Reid asked Garcia curiously, sat next to her in her den of computers and fun little figurines surrounding her. Spencer had ended up burning the midnight oil yet again, and decided it was better to spend that time with Garcia, rather than be alone in the dark emptiness of the bullpen.

Penelope had finished her work hours ago, but was refusing to go back home- back to her shared apartment with Emily, because she was mad, she was fuming, she was frustrated, and she was close to being heart broken, even if that was dramatic to say; that’s how she felt.

“I don’t know.” Garcia said simply, clicking on another youtube video of kittens being adorable. She needed to focus on something simple right now, something sweet, something that didn’t make her feel like she was going to cry and hyperventilate at the same time.

Spencer stayed quiet, sitting in the desk chair next to her as he flipped through the manilla file folders in his lap. Boring case work, it could be done by anyone on the team- and it didn’t need to be done that exact day, it wasn’t due to be turned into Hotch for a while. So Spencer left it on his lap, shutting the folder as quick as he had opened.

“You know, everyone does stuff like what Emily did-“ he started up again, trying his best to reason with Penelope about the events that had transpired that day, but she wasn’t going to hear it, she was deciding to tune him out; turning the volume up on the youtube video, watching kittens chase fake mice and play with feathers on strings. It was cute, it was sweet, it wasn’t upsetting.

Reid took that as his cue to be quiet, at least for now.

~

Derek had left Prentiss to her own devices within the small flower shop, going to the other side of the store to give her some distance, and to peruse the many kinds of flowers and small knick knacks they had for sale.

It made sense why Spencer loved this shop, why he raved about it; firstly, it was small, it was quiet, it was simple. It wasn’t flashy in decor, rather letting the flowers for sale be the decorations to fill up the store. Not to mention the soft classical radio station that was playing through the small speakers by the cashiers desk- which also doubled as a bouquet making table.

It was small, it was a small slice of art that Derek could picture Spencer walking down, looking at the beautiful flowers lining the shop on small tables and hanging on the walls. Spencer loved beautiful things, and he was the most beautiful person Morgan knew.

Which is why Derek was struggling on what to get Reid, he wanted to get his boyfriend something as beautiful as him, something he would love. Morgan knew realistically that Spencer would be happy with almost any kind of gift, but Morgan wasn’t listening to his painfully boring realistic side. He was listening to his romantic side, the side that wanted to buy Reid the Smithsonian Museum, the side of himself that wanted to build his boyfriend a greenhouse; so they could finally start on that home garden Spencer wanted so badly.

Derek wanted to do something to make Spencer happy, because the case they had dealt with today ended badly- worse than normal. It had taken a toll on everyone, Garcia, Prentiss, Reid, himself, Hotch, and even J.J. and Rossi.

It was rare a case hurt them as much as this one had, but every once and a while, there needs to be a fresh cut alongside the healing and fading scars. Something to bring them back to the painful reality of life.

~

It was a child abduction case, those always hit the team the worst. Whether there was a personal connection to the team members or not, it was hard when an innocent soul gets taken away.

Thankfully, the team was able to recover the missing child, a seven year old girl named Savannah Rogers. The team was quick to figure out this was the abductors first, so there were errors, there were mistakes. There were holes in the plotline the team could poke through and reach into, to find the necessary answers.

It came at a price, though, it always did.

~

"She likes colorful things." Derek spoke under his breath as he passed by Prentiss, she didn't turn around (though she clearly heard him as her eyes darted his way for a moment), still staring at the racks of freshly made bouquets and wreaths that had yet to be bought. Derek didn't say anymore past that, instead just standing next to her, staring at the same floral arrangements.

He needed something as pretty as his boy, would Reid like roses? Or would he think that's too cliché? Derek wasn't totally sure. It had to be just right for Spencer. Maybe a mix of roses with something leafy would be best.

"You know what you're getting Reid?" Emily asked him, her voice quieter than normal. It was clear the stress of the situation was getting to her, it hurt Derek's heart to see her like that.

He shook his head simply, "Nah, I'm not sure. What about you?" Emily drew a breath in, "I don't think any amount of flowers will make her forgive me." She said, a shaky laugh coming out after, as if the humor was to make the situation normal. But none of this was normal.

"Em, you did what you had to do. She needed our help. Garcia knows that, she's just upset because she was worried sick."

Emily just nodded, a signal that meant ‘I hope you’re right’. Derek knew he was, it was just going to take Penelope a second to breathe, to calm down; to understand why Prentiss put herself in harms way. To understand why Prentiss almost got shot just a few hours earlier.

~

The specifics of a child abduction case always boil down into two ways; either the child is taken from a place of safety (school, home, etc.), or is taken while in transportation from one place to the next (walking home from school, taking the bus).

For the case of Savannah Rogers, it was the former. She was playing in her front yard with her barbies when she was seemingly snatched.

Her mother was inside on a phone call, she had just stepped away from watching Savannah for a minute to answer the phone- and when she looked back, her daughter was nowhere to be seen.

The team figured out quickly who could’ve done it, the school nurse from Savannah’s elementary school- the nurse had recently been fired due to allegations of verbal abuse from the students themselves. The fact the feds weren’t involved sooner was the most surprising thing, the nurse was a walking poster boy for someone who shouldn’t be working in a school. But somehow, he had the job for some time.

The nurses name was Daniel Blake, he was an unsub with narcissistic personality disorder- he was raised off grid by his mother who had a narcissistic personality as well, and a belief that society was doomed from the start. So, he was raised with the belief life was better away from everyone- he was raised in a cabin, then escaped away for his college career.

He was seemingly normal, until his mother died a few weeks earlier. It was common to see an unsub stable, normal- not exhibiting any terrible ideology. But then, there’s always that trigger- something that shoves them over that edge they’ve been precariously balancing on for far too long.

His mothers death reminded him of the way he was raised, he was convinced he needed to take a child and raise them the same. Savannah Rogers just happened to be the closest to where he was.

~

Spencer and Garcia were sat in silence yet again, Reid had no reason to leave and Garcia simply refused to. She didn’t want to see Emily.

“I almost lost her, Spencer.” Was all Garcia mustered up to say, before looking down from her computer monitor- instead just staring directly at her keyboard.

Spencer didn’t react right away, he wasn’t sure what to say. He took a deep breath in before speaking, “Morgan and I argue about this too.”

Garcia looked up from her keyboard to shoot Reid a sideways glance, her way of saying ‘go on’. So, he did.

“We don’t argue about you and Emily,” he stuttered over that obvious clarification, “but we argue when the other shoves themselves in the way of danger. Him and I have almost died too many times, every time we go out into the field I do have a part of myself that asks; ‘what if this is the last time I’ll see him?’. And it scares me.” Spencer paused, swallowing some of his rambling down, not all of what he was feeling and sharing was helpful. He was just vocalizing his fear.

He continued on after a second, “I don’t want to lose him- he’s my everything you know, he’s-“ Spencer’s voice started to crack in the way that only cracks when you’re close to expelling your emotions way too publicly. He took a breath again, deciding to redirect where his story was going.

“But I also know that, he’ll always be okay. I trust him to do his job, and that’s the difference between being boyfriends and co-workers. I have to trust my co-worker, Derek, to do his job right. And I have to trust my boyfriend, Derek, to come home every night like he promised he would. And he trusts me to do the same.”

Reid stopped talking after that, going back down to staring at the manilla file folders on his lap.

~

The team had cornered Daniel Blake in a warehouse set to be demolished towards the outskirts of town, Savannah was with him, locked in a giant crate meant for a large dog. His whole plan wasn’t well thought out, was he going to raise this little girl in a warehouse? It didn’t matter in the end.

The team got to him, like they always did with unsubs. The one thing the team wasn’t aware of was that he had a pistol in his inner jacket pocket- and while Prentiss moved towards the dog crate to get Savannah out, Daniel made a move.

He grabbed out his pistol and was trying to aim at the dog crate that Savannah was in- if he couldn’t have her, he didn’t want anyone to. The only thing stopping Savannah Rogers from being dead right then and there was the fact J.J. had shouted out at Emily to cover the crate, which she did instinctively.

The bullet missed the crate, but it hit Prentiss in the bullet proof vest, right in between her shoulder blades. If she wasn’t wearing the vest, she’d be dead.

After that, Derek tackled him to the ground and made sure he had no other weapons. Savannah was then returned to her family, and the team made their way back to the police station. Case closed, almost.

Penelope was in the teams ear, monitoring the whole ordeal when she heard J.J. yell at Emily to cover, and the gunfire going off. Then she couldn’t hear anything, her heartbeat was drowning out any words that were being said. She was petrified.

~

EMTs checked out Savannah and Prentiss, Savannah was in shock and had a few minor injuries, but nothing too stressful. Thankfully the same could also be said for Emily, she felt the bullet push through the fabric of the vest when she was shot, the bullet barely stopped before slowly pushing up against the more inner layers of the vest.

It was a sharp pain, it would leave a bruise, it knocked the wind out of her for a second. But she was alive, she was okay.

That’s what Morgan told Garcia through the earpiece as soon as he got Daniel Blake in the back of a cop car. He just kept saying it, “Garcia, she’s okay. EMTs are looking at her now, she’s okay.”

Whether Penelope fully heard him by that point, he wasn’t sure.

~

“It’s just hard. I feel like I’m the odd one out, I’m not at the scene with you guys. I’m a million miles away.” Garcia spoke through a shaky breath to Spencer.

“I can’t see what happens, unless you strap a camera to your face and send me live feed. I’m scared every time you guys go out there, that something bad is gonna happen. And I’ll be the only one left.” She said, her voice hushed and shaky still.

Spencer stayed quiet for a moment, the only thing heard in the office was the kitten videos still playing on Garcia’s monitor, and the distant clicking of the clock on the wall.

“You’re never going to be alone. I know our line of work is a lot, and it is. But we can handle it. We’re as prepared as can be, and the truth is we could get hurt just the same walking down the road. We could get hit by a tornado, or a drive by-“ Reid kept going on, Garcia looked down at her keyboard before looking at Reid.

“Bad things can happen to us anywhere.” Spencer stated simply, watching Garcia’s tired, bloodshot, and teary eyes staring at him. “But we’re never alone out there. We protect each other. And you- you protect us!” Spencer spoke with a tone of energy. He had a strong point coming and he knew it, but Garcia didn’t. She scoffed, blinked, and didn’t say anything more. A cue that Spencer can continue.

“You protect us just as much as we protect each other, you get us the information we need, you contact everyone we can possibly need for a case. We’re nothing without you. It doesn’t matter how far away you are, you have our backs, too.”

Penelope sniffled, a small smile tugging on her lips.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice cracking. Spencer nodded, he could tell she was tired, as was he.

~

The shop was closing soon, Prentiss knew it, Morgan knew it, and the old woman sat up behind the counter, reading a thick old dusty book knew it too.

“Are you two stuck on what to get?” The old woman asked, looking over the top of her book to give Morgan and Prentiss a glance.

“Just a bit,” Derek admitted suavely to her, he knew Emily wasn’t really in the mood to talk so he took lead on this conversation. “I’m getting a gift for my boyfriend.” boyfriend, boyfriend, Spencer was his boyfriend. No matter how many times Derek got to call him his, he still never got over it. He never got over the excitement, the happiness, the rush of ‘oh my god, I get to date him?’. It was an amazing feeling every time.

The old woman nodded, “Do you know what kind of flowers he likes?” She asked, setting her thick book down on the table in front of her. Derek thought back for a moment, every time he’s seen Spencer bring flowers home from the shop they weren’t big bouquets. There was a lot of greenery, a lot of whites and yellows, natural earthy tones. Nothing flashy or bright.

“He always has a lot of green in the bouquets he gets,” the woman nodded as she listened, hopping off of her stool and going around the cashier counter to Morgan to show him the collection of flowers she thought would match that.

“I’m also thinking roses, though. Is that cliche?” He asked her, she smiled happily, “Not at all, dear. Roses symbolize love. Are you thinking the standard red, or would you like to look at our other colors?”

Derek nodded yes, excitedly, he felt like he was finally figuring out what to get his pretty boy, and it was going to be just as pretty as him. The woman whisked off to the back room to get the freshest roses they had, assuring him and Emily that she’d be right back.

Emily had stayed silent through the entire interaction, staring at the wreaths lining the wall. Derek noticed, it was his job to notice.

“Prentiss, I know you’re dealing with a lot. But one thing at a time, alright? Slow your mind down, all you can do right now is get her flowers.” Emily nodded, she understood that. She knew that was true, she was just nervous and tired and frustrated. She wanted to do the right thing, and she had. It just came at a price.

“I know,” she nodded again, “I know.” “So, what flowers are you thinking for Penelope?” Derek asked her, trying to move her forward.

“I might have to follow your lead and see about the roses.” Emily replied, a small (not entirely truthful) smile forming on her face. She decided to follow Morgan’s lead. Flowers first, everything else later.

~

Spencer and Garcia left the bureau building together, “You want a ride home?” Spencer asked her as he dug his car keys out of his messenger bag, Penelope nodded. “I’d like that.”

~

So, they drove in amicable silence, the radio in Reid’s car was switched to a pop station for Garcia, and she appreciated that. She hummed lowly to the songs playing through. But past that, no words were said.

Spencer rolled his vehicle to a stop outside of Garcia and Emily’s shared apartment, “Do you want me to walk you up?” He asked her, already reaching to undo his seatbelt. Penelope shook her head, causing Reid to stop.

“No, thank you though. What you said meant a lot. I love ya, Spencer.” She said, reaching forward over the center console to embrace him in a hug, Spencer smiled and did the same, hugging her back tightly.

“Of course. It’s gonna be okay. You just have to talk to her.” Spencer told her, they were still in a tight embrace, and Garcia nodded. “I know. I won’t be scared.” She mumbled, pulling back from the hug after a moment.

Spencer smiled, “That’s good, you shouldn’t be. You love her, that’s all that matters.” Penelope smiled softly back, thinking back to Prentiss, how much she loved her- how much she loved being with her, kissing her, talking to her. Just being with her. She loved it. She knew Spencer was right.

All Garcia did was say a final ‘thank you’ before unbuckling, grabbing her purse and exiting the car, shutting the passenger door behind her. Reid waited until she disappeared into her apartment building to drive away, and then he started his journey home.

~

Spencer hadn’t thought much of the day, other than the obligatory obvious that the child abduction case had put everyone on edge- Garcia and Prentiss especially, and for good reason.

Spencer was a bit foggy in his mind as he pulled into the drive way of Derek and his’ home. The fog in his mind was for a few factors, the post stress feeling of finishing a high stakes case, and also that it was just late and he was so, utterly exhausted. He let out a small yawn as he put the car in park, he noted that Derek’s car was already parked in his usual spot- hopefully his boyfriend hadn’t been waiting up for him, he’d feel terrible depriving him of his sleep. He knew Morgan was just as tired as him.

Spencer exited his car, locking it quickly and walking up the front stoop, fumbling with his keys to get the right one to unlock the front door. He got the right key after a moment, slid it into the lock, and opened the door. He pushed it open, shutting it quickly behind him. He tried to shut the door as quietly as he could, but the hinges squeaked at a volume a bit too loud for Reid’s taste. Spencer cringed at the noise, hoping it wouldn’t wake Derek up.

The hallway lights were on in their home, not an uncommon occurrence, as their work schedules were always so bizarre that they usually ended up working late nights; at home or in a hotel somewhere across the nation.

Spencer made his way inside, setting his messenger bag down on the kitchen table, and stood in a moment of silence. God, today was a lot. And Penelope being so worried about Emily, it reminded him of his anxieties, his fears, his worries about himself and Derek. He knew they couldn’t catch every unsub always. He knew some unsubs would shoot their way out of dealing with cops. He knew people got hurt in their line of work.

He was terrified that it would catch up to him and his boyfriend one day. And that the happiness and love and hope they shared would be smashed. Spencer let out a deep sigh, he couldn’t keep thinking about this all and run his mind in circles. Spencer walked over to the cupboard where their glasses were stored, opening it and grabbing a glass, then going to the tap and filling it with water.

It was then that he heard footsteps, coming from down the hall to the kitchen.

“Pretty boy?” Derek’s voice called out, before he turned into the kitchen. He was still in his work clothes, and smiling excitedly as he had his hands behind his back, as if he was hiding something.

Spencer smiled softly at him, taking a sip of his water, “Hey,” he took note of Derek’s preppy demeanor this late in the evening, he immediately knew his boyfriend had been up to something. “What’s going on?” He asked curiously.

“Close your eyes.” Derek said, his grin somehow splitting even wider as he spoke. Seeing his boyfriend somehow so full of joy, this late in the day, after all the bad they had seen; it made Spencer smile. So Spencer nodded, setting his glass down next to him on the counter, putting his hands over his eyes.

Reid heard his boyfriend stepping closer, and some kind of rustling he couldn’t correctly identify.

“Open your eyes, baby.” Derek said, Reid put his hands down, blinking his eyes open to see what was in front of him.

It was Derek holding a bouquet out in front of him, it had daisy’s, white and yellow roses, a bit of baby’s breath, as well as lots of greenery and leaves.

“Derek, is- is this for me?” Reid asked, he already knew the answer as Derek wordlessly handed him the bouquet, and Spencer started examining it further.

“I wanted to get you something special,” Derek started explaining bashfully, “you mentioned that flower shop around the corner, so I checked it out and I got some help from the old lady behind the counter. I wasn’t sure what to get you, do you like it?”

Spencer couldn’t stop smiling, he mentioned that flower shop in passing to his boyfriend once or twice, and Morgan remembered. And it was a perfect bouquet, some people would’ve disliked the amount of leaves or usage of daisy’s or whatever the hell else- but to Spencer, it was perfect. It was beautiful.

“I-“ Reid’s voice cracked in a way he hadn’t meant it to. He was feeling overwhelmed, overemotional. “I love it. I love you.” He said, he felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he looked up to meet Derek’s gaze.

“Baby, are you alright?” Morgan asked him carefully, stepping forward. Reid nodded, “I was just with Garcia- she was so nervous about Emily. It just got me thinking, about us and our work.” Derek nodded wordlessly, taking the bouquet from Spencer and setting it down on the counter, before pulling his boyfriend into a soft embrace. Spencer melted into the feeling.

“It’s never going to be easy. But it’s worth it to me, I love you and our work, baby. I love you so much.” Morgan said, emphasizing his words by giving Reid a small squeeze. Spencer smiled softly, pulling back to make eye contact with Morgan again before leaning forward, giving him a small kiss on the lips.

Spencer stepped back out of the hug, picking the bouquet off the counter. He couldn’t stop staring at it.

“This is beautiful.” Spencer said absentmindedly as he looked around for a vase to put the flowers into.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Morgan complimented, Spencer felt the heat rush to his cheeks as he smiled. He located a vase in a nearby cupboard, moving back over to the sink to fill it up with some water.

“I was sat in that flower shop for, like, an hour. Baby I kept running around in circles.” Derek continued on, “I knew you’d like anything I got you, but-“ he smiled awkwardly. Spencer had this way of getting Derek stupidly romantic, he just wanted to do everything he could to make Reid as happy as possible. He couldn’t get over how damn lucky he was to have this genius in his life.

Spencer eyed him as he unwrapped the flowers from the wrapping, setting them up in the vase. Derek continued; “I wanted to get something as pretty and as perfect as you, Spencer.”

Spencer melted at that, he knew Morgan was usually so confident in his choices. The thought of his boyfriend confusedly wandering around the flower shop, looking for just the right flowers for him, to express his love; it made Spencer feel blessed.

“Just knowing you went out of your way to do this, it’s…” Spencer smiled softly, looking back and forth between the bouquet and his incredible partner.

“It’s amazing.”

~

Penelope had gotten up to her apartment, entering quickly and locking the door behind her. A majority of the lights in the apartment were still off, indicating that Prentiss was still out, wherever she was.

Garcia went through the apartment, turning on their lamps and lighting a few candles to help her de-stress from the days events. She decided to clear her mind by taking a shower, heading into the shared bedroom and grabbing clothes out of her dresser, before heading down the hall to the bathroom.

She shut the door softly, turning on the shower and undressing slowly as she waited for it to heat up.

After she showered, she was going to wait for Emily to get home so they could talk.

~

Prentiss entered their apartment not long after Penelope had, Emily had stopped from the flower shop to get a box of chocolates for her girlfriend before finally heading home. Prentiss heard the water running in the bathroom, and figured Garcia was in there showering.

She decided to wait in their bedroom, chocolates and flowers sitting in her lap as she waited, sitting on the edge of the bed eagerly. She felt terrible, she hadn’t meant to worry her girlfriend so much, but she knew she hadn’t had the foresight to think of Penelope when she made her choice to stand in between the little girl and the bullet.

It was noble, sure. But it was incredibly stupid.

~

Garcia finished showering quickly, she stepped out of the shower and changed into the clothes she had brought with her into the bathroom.

It was a matching pajama set, that ironically enough was a gift from Emily. It was covered in small hearts with arrows through them. It was a Valentine’s Day surprise, and the other part of the surprise was that Prentiss had an identical set. Emily usually wasn’t one for showy displays of affection, she was a private and simple person. She would joke and tease to show her love, but she knew Garcia wasn’t like that and enjoyed honest, sentimental gifts.

Penelope smiled at the pajamas, thinking back to the gift and how much it meant to her- how much it still means to her.

Penelope stepped out of the bathroom, towel still wrapped around her hair to help it dry as she made her way back to the bedroom.

~

The bedroom door opened, Prentiss watched as Garcia entered- but Garcia didn’t see Emily right away, instead making her way to the small closet and putting the clothes she was wearing into her hamper.

Garcia then turned around, and that’s when she saw Emily, and it was a surprise, as Garcia almost practically jumped.

“You- Oh! Emily! God.” she sighed, clearly taken off guard.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I,” Emily started, taking the chocolates and flowers out of her lap and setting them down on the bed next to her as she got up to be closer to Garcia.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She repeated, Garcia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, you did.” She said with a small pout on her face.

“Can we- can we talk?” Emily asked carefully. Last she had seen Garcia, she was mad, couldn’t even look at her. She didn’t want to end up sleeping on the couch tonight, she wanted to work this out. To her surprise, Penelope nodded slowly.

“I’m sorry, Pen..” Garcia said nothing as she stood and listened to Emily, Prentiss gestured for her to take a seat on the bed next to her. Garcia obliged and sat down.

“I know it’s scary when we go into the field, because anything can happen. And I hate myself for not thinking ahead and my actions hurting you, that’s the last thing I want to do. You matter so, so much to me.”

Silence sat over them both for a moment. Emily wanted to reach forward and hold Penelope’s hand, but she didn’t want to push it. Garcia sniffed, the sound breaking through the silence.

“I know you didn’t intend to hurt me, Em. I know a little girl’s life was on the line. I just- it is scary, it just is!” She said, exasperatedly. Not sure what else to say or how else to phrase her thoughts.

Emily decided to push it, reaching forward to hold her girlfriends hand between her own. “This job is hard. It’s bad at times. But it’s where I met you, and it’s where we fell in love. It’s the one job we know we’re good at.” Prentiss spoke softly.

Garcia nodded as she look down, putting her other hand on top of Emily’s. She smiled softly. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad, I get scared is all… you know with my family, they just were gone one day and-“

Garcia’s voice cracked a little, the emotions were still incredibly raw. “I just don’t want to lose you.” Emily nodded. She didn’t want to lose her either.

“I will always come back to you, in this life- in the next. I will fight anyone who stands between us, I love you, and I hope you know that. I would do anything to see you and be with you.” Prentiss said as she squeezed Penelope’s hands tightly. Garcia knew she wasn’t messing around with what she said. Emily was fiercely loyal, she stood by every word she ever spoke.

Penelope smiled, “You saved a little girl���s life today,” she looked up to meet Emily’s gaze.

“I’m really proud of you.”

~

The chocolates and flowers quickly became an afterthought for Emily, as her and Garcia relieved each other of their anxieties and reminded the other how much they loved each other. It was only when Penelope stood up from the bed to take the towel off of her hair that she saw them on the other side of the bed.

“Oh- are those, are those for me?” Emily looked back, remembering the gifts and grabbing them.

“Yes! They are! I- I know that flower shop you like so much… I had some help getting these, I wasn’t sure what you’d like.” Prentiss explained, offering the flowers to Garcia first so she could look them over.

Penelope smiled excitedly as she took them from her, looking them over, there were white and red roses, baby’s breath, and some blue bells. It was gorgeous.

“Do you… like it?” Emily asked apprehensively as she stood up. She knew it was dumb, but her and Morgan really were out of their elements in that flower shop. And as much as the kind older woman helping them reassured them that their partners would love it, she was scared. This gift had to be perfect for Penelope. And she knew Derek shared a similar thought for Spencer.

Penelope couldn’t stop her beaming smile, “Love, they’re perfect.” She set them down on the dresser next to her and leaned in to give Emily a sweet kiss on the lips. Emily smiled, grateful that she was able to help mend this wound between her and Garcia. She couldn’t survive if she didn’t have her in her life, Penelope was everything.

Prentiss wrapped her arms around Garcia, holding her in a loose hug for a while. Penelope didn’t mind as she rested her head on Emily’s shoulder, sighing contently.

“Thank you.”

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find the one who fills your heart (even if i'm not the one you chose) - chapter one: the beginning, the middle, and the end

Work summary: Before Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia was in love with Emily Prentiss. The two women were together for four years, and then Emily moved to London, effectively closing the door on any future together that they may have had. What did that relationship look like? How did Penelope react, heal, recover? What did their friendship look like after? And how, after Penelope promised herself never to get involved with a co-worker or friend ever again, does Luke become the man to love that woman after heartbreak?

Chapter summary: How Penemily got together, how Penelope dealt with the fake death, their final breakup before Emily goes to London.

Notes: Penemily in the first chapter, Garvez endgame, Past one-sided Jemily, Past one-sided Moreid, Joke about Ralvez, Future/implied future Temily (I really jammed every ship in here that I could.) Normally, it's my pet peeve when people tag ships that aren't in the fic yet, but I tagged Garvez so it shows up in the tag and people can read as it progresses and know what to expect. Luke shows up in the end of the next chapter, but the Garvez content doesn't really start until the end of the third. You are not going to like Emily in this fic. THAT IS NOT TO SAY I DON'T LIKE EMILY! In fact I (am in) love (with) her. But she is the anti-hero of this fic. I do hope that, even though it isn't Garvez right away and Emily's OOC, you still like the story and stick with it and me. I ask that you trust me as I enter a bit of an angst era with this fic and one of my upcoming one-shots. There will be moments in our near future where you think "Darcy, what the FUCK" but I beg of you to stick with me.

Chapter word count: 2144

Can also be read here on Ao3

Emily knew falling for JJ was a bad idea. Especially once they all figured out she was secretly flying off to New Orleans every weekend to visit Will.

That was when she started confiding in Penelope. Penelope wasn't always known for being great at keeping secrets, but that was because people only knew the small ones she couldn't keep in because she was too busy keeping in the big ones. Like that. Penelope would never tell a soul what Emily confided in her about her feelings for JJ. Especially considering Penelope was the only person on the team to whom Emily confessed that she was a lesbian. Penelope would never out her friend.

Something Emily didn't know was that, while Penelope was glad to comfort her friend, Emily's rantings and ravings about JJ were killing her. Penelope had been attracted to the dark-haired woman since she had met her, and would have been lying if she said some deeper feelings hadn't come from that. Eventually, Emily's feelings for JJ seemed to fade, and their weekly unpacking session turned into her and Penelope simply hanging out. Emily cherished every second with the beautiful tech analyst.

When Penelope told Emily about her date with the guy from the coffee shop and how Morgan was being a prick about it, Emily was happy for her friend, even if there was a spark of jealousy in her chest.

That spark of jealousy was quickly replaced with fear and anger when Penelope was shot. Emily vowed to herself that if Penelope made it through, she'd tell her how she felt. Even if Penelope didn't return Emily's feelings, at least she knew where Emily stood. At least there would be no secrets. People like Penelope Garcia deserved to know that someone carried a torch for them.

Emily volunteered to stay with Penelope in her apartment to protect her. Morgan tried to protest, but Penelope begged him to let Emily stay. She needed her.

“I just thought he liked me,” Penelope sobbed into Emily's shoulder. 

“Of course you did,” Emily soothed, stroking Penelope's hair. “Who wouldn't?” 

“Who wouldn't what?” 

“Like you,” Emily clarified.

Penelope scoffed. “Well, I'm sure I can think of a few people.” 

Emily looked her dead in the eye. “Like who?” Don't say me. Don't you dare say me.

The emotion in Emily's eyes took Penelope by surprise and gave her pause. “I. I don't know anymore.”

Emily knew she probably shouldn’t, Penelope had just been through an intense trauma and likely didn’t want or need anything other than a friend. Regardless, Emily found herself leaning forward, leaning in, closer and closer to Penelope’s face. Their noses brushed, and Emily waited. She needed a sign from Penelope that she was okay with this. 

Penelope leaned forward a bit more so their lips were a hair’s breadth apart, and closed her eyes.

Emily kissed her.

Emily and Penelope knew it was a risk to be together, so they kept it a secret. Penelope pointed out that she never went into the field, which was normally the main concern, and that, since Penelope was suspended during the investigation and had to then be reinstated, they were technically a pre-existing couple and therefore couldn’t be touched. Emily argued that being out and queer in the FBI could be very risky for them, and they could both be fired for that alone. She said they should keep it a secret, and if their team found out so be it, but they didn’t need to tell anyone. They shouldn’t. Blindly in love, Penelope agreed.

There were a few times when they were worried they were almost found out, over-the-phone comments that were a little too risky. Fortunately for them, Penelope’s reputation for being flirty with everyone saved them the exposure.

Penelope begged Emily for years to tell their team, positive they’d be met with nothing but love and support. Emily refused every time, not ready to be out yet. Penelope understood, of course. It hurt her, at times, to hear people joking about Emily dating cops who flirted with her on cases. JJ begged Emily for a reason why she wouldn’t, but Emily never budged. Never revealed that her reason was standing right beside her, desperate to hold her hand in public. But no matter how much it hurt, Penelope loved Emily too much to give her up. She’d rather keep her a secret for the rest of her life than lose her.

About three and a half years into their relationship, there were talks of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” being repealed. Penelope was so excited, thinking it meant she and Emily could finally be together publicly. And then Emily died. 

“She never made it off the table.”

Those were the words that rang in Penelope’s head for weeks. The woman she loved so deeply was gone. Gone for good. Morgan came over to comfort her a lot, and she was glad for him. Glad that he was the one Emily had in her final moments.

“I loved her,” Penelope sobbed in his arms. 

“I know,” he said, holding her and running his hand up and down her back to soothe her. “We all did.”

“No, you don’t understand,” she persisted. “I loved her. We were together.”

Morgan’s eyes went wide. “Oh. How long?”

“Three and a half years.”

“And you never told anyone?”

“I wanted to. She was too scared. And now we’ll never get to.”

For seven months, Penelope mourned the woman she thought to be the love of her life. She and Morgan worked tirelessly to try to find Ian Doyle, to avenge the death of the woman Penelope held so dear. The universe seemed to be determined to make sure that she knew her story with Emily could never be easy, because just when she thought she was finally moving on, Emily came back, never having died at all. 

Penelope was frozen in her seat as Emily, as beautiful as ever, walked into the round table room. They locked eyes, and Penelope’s heart started pounding again, like it hadn’t beat at all after not being able to love Emily for seven months. Emily hugged them all, holding Penelope tighter than most. They would have time to talk about them, their relationship, what it all meant, later. For the moment, they had bigger fish to fry.

Emily didn’t have anywhere to stay after Doyle was at last taken down for good, so Penelope didn’t even blink. “You can stay with me.”

Emily was visibly relieved. “Really? It’ll just be until I find a place of my own.”

“Of course! I missed you so much, Emily. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

“I missed you too. All of you.”

The second they were in the door they were kissing, tears streaming down both their faces. 

“I’m sorry,” Emily gasped between kisses. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave. Not you. Never you. I love you, Penelope, so much. I needed to protect you.”

“I know. I love you too. I’m not mad. I’m just glad that you’re here, safe, alive. Back with me.”

Hours later, when the two women were holding each other in bed, Penelope decided to broach the subject. “You know you don’t ever have to leave, right? You can stay here? Live with me? We can finally tell people? I mean Morgan knows because I told him after you died, but he’d never tell a soul—”

“Penelope.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to stay, I do, but I need to build myself back up again. I need to be able to live here on my own again without fearing for my life every two seconds.”

Penelope nodded. “I get that, whatever you need, just know you’re always welcome here. And… what about telling people?”

Emily sighed. “Maybe let us all re-adjust to me being alive again before we drop another bomb on them?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. But we are still together, right?”

“Oh, yeah, always. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As time went on, Penelope was starting to realize that it was all just more of the same. She and Emily were flirty friends at work and lovers at home, and no one knew. But then Emily bought a house. Not an apartment, a house. A place where they could live together. Have pets. Maybe even have children one day. Those were the plans, at least.

“Clyde Easter called me,” Emily said, the night before JJ’s wedding.

“Oh? What did he want?”

“Well, I guess technically I called him. He helped us identify the bank robbers. But he offered me the Unit Chief position of the Interpol office in London.”

Penelope scoffed. “You work for Interpol again? That’ll be the day.”

“Yeah, that’s what I told him…”

Penelope knew her girlfriend’s voice well enough to know when something was off. “You okay, honey?”

“Just tired, I guess. Today was… a lot.”

“That’s putting it mildly. Let’s just go to bed. We’re going to have a long night tomorrow.”

“Mm, very true.” 

Penelope fell asleep quickly, but Emily less so. Work for Interpol? As she had told Clyde, she had no interest in that. But lead it… the BAU hadn’t felt the same since coming back. That could be exactly the change of pace she needed, and it was getting more and more appealing by the minute.

The following night, at JJ’s wedding, Penelope was too busy drinking and dancing and celebrating to notice that Emily wasn’t. To notice that Emily was saying goodbye.

The next day, when Emily sat Penelope down for a serious conversation, Penelope had no idea how much her world was about to change. She thought maybe Emily was about to ask her to move in officially, or say that she was ready to tell everyone. Maybe JJ and Will’s wedding had her thinking of having a wedding of their own. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

“I’m going to London.”

“Oh? Like, for work? Do they need your help for a case?”

“No, Penelope.” Emily paused for a moment, trying to figure out a way to gently explain it in a way that bore no room for understanding. “I’m moving to London. I’m taking the Unit Chief position.”

To say Penelope was shocked would be the understatement of the century. “What? But I thought you didn’t want to work for Interpol again.”

“It wouldn’t be the same. I’d be leading, and I need a change of pace. The BAU just isn’t the same for me anymore. I can’t keep doing it.”

“Then do something here!” Penelope argued. “You have an incredibly impressive resumé, you could go anywhere, do anything!”

“My mind is made up. I’m going to London. I’ve already let them know.”

“Without even talking to me?”

“It’s my life.”

“We’re partners, Emily, it’s our life. Did you just expect me to pack up and move to London with you because you just decided you were going?”

“I mean, kind of. I thought we could start our life there…”

“When you won’t even acknowledge our relationship here? Have a life with me here? No, Emily, I’m not going. Here I have this team, this job, this family. I don’t have anything in London!”

“You’ll have me!” Emily argued. “Am I not enough for you to go?”

“Am I not enough for you to stay?” Penelope shot back. “Emily, you are asking me to move to another continent and build a completely new life. I am asking you to stay and keep the life you already have. Those are not the same thing.”

“I need a fresh start.” 

“I need you!”

“I’m going.”

“I’m not coming with you.” They stared at each other in silence for a few minutes. It was Penelope who finally broke it. “So is this the end, then? Really the end? Not kind-of-the-end-because-you-faked-your-death-and-I-didn't-know end, but the end end?”

“We could do long distance?”

Penelope choked a laugh over her tears. “When I'm not ever going and you're not ever coming back? That doesn't make sense, Emily, tell me you see that!”

Emily was fighting back tears of her own. “Then yeah. I guess this is the end.” 

“So that's just it, then? Four years down the drain because you need a change of pace? We were supposed to be it, we were supposed to have a life together, we were supposed to last in the long run.”

Emily shrugged. “I guess this was the long run.” 

“In what world is four years ‘the long run?’ You know what, actually, forget it. I'm not going to keep begging you to change your mind. Are we done?”

“Honestly, Penelope, as much as I don't want us to be, I don't see a way that we aren't.” 

Penelope nodded once, lips pressed in a tight line. “Okay, then. Goodbye.”

[spritehouse]

ShortMC's Whumptober 2023 Scrapped Scenes (pt. 1)

(Shorter) Scenes, dialogue, etc. that didn't make it into a final draft

Putting these here because I might use some of my ideas in the future (+ I like using this color scheme) All word counts are for me because I like knowing

Please heed the trigger warnings before every section

The aftermath of I’m Getting Desperate (losing my mind):

Prompt: "Make it stop" (no. 3 Ralvez | 59 words | I originally planned to extend the story into parts of the aftermath/Luke's recovery from the events of the fic

Luke blinks, looking up from his lap at their fingers interlock.

“Real?” he whispers, eyes wide, wondering if this is another cruel joke his mind is playing on him.

“Real,” Spencer nods, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand, the gesture tugging at the corner of the older man’s mouth—the closest he gets to smiling these days. “I’m real, Luke; I’m here.”

Spencer having a panic attack (I don't have a title)

Prompt: Shaking (alt for no. 4) 142 words

⚠️TW: panic attack & self-harm (scratching)

He’s shaking.

Spencer’s hands won’t stop shaking, folding his fumbling fingers together in an attempt to quell the anxious electricity buzzing beneath his skin.

He can’t breathe, gasping and gulping for air, dry sobs shaking his shoulders.

It won’t stop. He needs it to stop.

 It won’t stop.

He waves his hands, shaking them out, hoping to release some of the energy bubbling, burning through his body, digging his nails into his forearms and dragging them through his skin when that doesn’t work.

Deleted scene from The Sky is Overcast (I’m sorry):

Prompts: "You're a liar" (no. 9) + "You said you'd never leave" (no. 10) + Goodbye Note Ralvez | 46 words | Luke was originally going to give Spencer the note & imply that there would be another one if he died while he was gone.

“This–” Luke holds up an envelope, his partner’s name written on the front.

“Luke, no–”

“–this is for you, cariño.”

“–Luke, please don’t do this–”

“There’s another one, in case I–” He swallows, finally making eye contact with Spencer. “You’ll get it if the time comes–”

A single scrapped line from Wide Awake, Spiraling:

Prompts: Captivity (no. 11) + Insomnia (no. 12) Ralvez | 25 words | In which I actually use the word from one of the prompts instead of making them implied

⚠️TW: vaguely referenced (past) unhealthy relationship

He’s her captive, still trapped by a cage of claws around his memories, even if he isn’t still in her grasp; there’s no escaping her.

Scrapped Scenes from I Can’t Hide From You (like I hide from myself):

Prompts: Infection (no. 13) + "Just hold on" (no. 14) + "I'm fine" (no. 15) Ralvez | 101 words | One line where Emily & Luke worry + Spencer telling Penelope to call Luke

Emily glances at Luke when Spencer isn’t looking, eyes filled with worry, and the younger agent responds with a nod, exchanging an unspoken “I’ll take care of it.”

“Reid? Boy wonder? Can you hear me? What’s going on?”

“Pen... I need... need Luke…”

“Oh my god, Spencer– What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

“I don’t... don’t feel too good.”

“Okay. Okay. Okay! I’m calling Luke right now and getting an ambulance to your location, 187. just hang on.”

“M’kay…”

“Garcia? What’s–”

“Luke, Spencer’s on the line and he says he isn’t feeling well.”

“Cariño? Spence, can you hear me?”

“Mhm... here…”

Spencer gets shot.

Prompts: "I don't feel so good"/Infection (no. 13) + "Just hold on" (no. 14) + Makeshift Bandages (no.15) Moreid | 324 words | Spencer gets shot (again) & EMTs can't get to his location quick enough

The average speed of a bullet fired from a typical muzzle is approximately 2,700 feet per second.

“Reid?”

That’s 900 yards per second; a bullet fired from 25 yards away will hit its target in about 0.03 seconds.

“REID!”

The average human reaction time to visual stimuli is around 0.25 seconds.

“SPENCER!”

He will be 0.22 seconds too late.

“REID!”

Derek fires once, twice before the younger agent hits the ground, head hitting something with a sickening crack.

“Spencer!”

He doesn’t waste time on the unsub, one of his bullets hitting him square in the forehead, rushing to Spencer’s side instead.

“Come on, Pretty Boy. Look at me,” Derek kneels beside the younger brunette, hand instinctively moving to the wound on the back of his head, blood soaking Spencer’s hair and more seeping through his shirt. “Look at me, Pretty Boy. Show me those beautiful eyes.”

Spencer’s eyelids flutter, heal lolling to the side with a soft groan.

“Derek?”

“Right here, kid. Look at me.”

The younger agent pries his eyes open, gaze hazy and unfocused, finding Derek.

“There you are, Spence. Keep looking at me.”

“‘M bleeding...” He murmurs, eyelids drooping as shaking fingers weakly find the wound in his side. “Gotta stop the bleeding...”

“Yeah, got it, Pretty Boy.” Derek nods, forcing himself to focus, assessing as if he’s holding some stranger, not his best friend, before taking off his jacket and pressing it against the injury, drawing a sharp inhale from the younger brunette.

“It takes three to five minutes to bleed out from a gunshot wound... a person can lose up to 40% of their blood volume without dying, which is about 2 liters of blood–”

Derek wants to cut him off, tell him that isn’t going to happen, that he isn’t going to die, but talking means he’s still awake, that genius brain still calculating, crunching the numbers, gears turning, and alive, so he doesn’t.

Scrapped Scenes from Please Hurry, Leave Me (I can’t breathe):

Prompts: Drugging (alt for no. 16) + Touch Aversion (no. 17) + Tortured for Information (no. 18) Ralvez | 113 words | Luke trying to talk to Spencer/help him after Hankel

“Spencer, I understand you’ve been through something traumatic–”

“Stop! Stop talking to me like I’m a victim!”

Luke sighs, lowering his hands and leaning back in his chair.

“Okay.”

The younger brunette watches him for a beat, waiting for his boyfriend to speak.

“Okay..?”

“Okay, we’re going to sit here until you’re ready to talk because we’re not going home until you let me help you.”

Spencer frowns, fumbling with the cuffs of his sleeves

+

“Spencer, I understand you’ve been through something traumatic–”

“Stop! Stop talking to me like I’m a victim!”

You are, Luke wants to argue, but he knows better, he knows that it’ll only make Spencer close himself off more.

Total Word Count (only this post): 810

Check out my complete Whumptober 2023 Masterlist here!

[tevantarlos]

Upcoming Fics?

So, I still need to write my BTHB fics for this year. I've got several to write, haven't had time to do so yet. Gonna try to get crackin on 2 or 3 of those fics tonight, hopefully, or at least tomorrow night, since it will be the weekend.

[ao3feed-moreid]

by autisticallyreid A collection of Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid One Shots. Requests open on here and on my tumblr @autisticallyreid ! Words: 48, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Spencer Reid Relationships: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Suggestive Themes, One Shot Collection, requests open, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[cyn-00]

omg INSANE IDEA

popped into my mind...insane because it's time consuming but it would be so cute and I would have so much fun

the idea is that I could do a lil sketch to accompany each of my fics...illustrating like the "main" scene...it would be so useful to help u picture it while reading

[cyn-00]

Ok guys so. I'm gonna need u to humor me here (and be gentle also <3)

I don't usually take requests because *pressure* BUT since u seemed to like that 700ish words thing I wrote in the middle of the night a few days ago, and since I like to prove myself when it comes to writing, I was thinking that maybe I could try writing lil snippets like that one based on these prompts

BUT! PLS THIS IS THE IMPORTANT PART! Only consider the "fluff" and "general" ones, please, I love angst but I tend to digress a lot with emotional/introspective paragraphs so that wouldn't work in a 500-1000 words one shot (I'm just...not capable of writing short angst anymore)

So I guess until I get bored/overwhelmed/struggle to keep up bc of university stuff (probably a few days anyway): send me prompts! (I have no idea how long it'd take to write one of these. Never done anything like this before,,,)

Prompt List

A/N: phew finally finished my first prompt list. a vast majority of these are my own but there are a few that I found online/was inspired by.

Fluff

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.” 

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.” 

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?” 

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.” 

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.” 

“You made me a better person. Thank you.” 

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.” 

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out fo the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

Angst

“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?” 

“You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

“But it’s my fault right?”

“I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?” 

“I love you.” “No you don’t” 

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”  

“I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

“Maybe they were right, you never did change.” 

“This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!” 

“What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

“You’ve changed.”

“You win, happy?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“Why did you wait until I moved on?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

“It’s always been (her/him/them).”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let me go.”

“You’re not you.”

“I miss the old you.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.” 

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

“You deserve better.”

“I risked my life for you.”

“I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

“They were perfect for each other.”

“I was happier with you.”

“I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.” 

“They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.” 

“Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” 

“You broke me.”

“You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You promised.”

“I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“Leave.”

“I can’t keep playing pretend.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

General

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.” 

“You’re who they warned me about.” 

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.” 

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?” 

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“It’s not my choice.”

“Can we take this home?”

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” 

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

“Come home.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“I made this for you.”

“Why is arson always your first answer?”

“Is this really the time for jokes?” 

“You always do this.” 

“Wake me up when it’s over.” 

“You look happy.” 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“Do you want that?”

“Don’t let go.” 

“Just let me stay.”

“Can I at least tell my side of the story?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

[vroomvroommuppett]

since i’m rewriting for criminal minds, i have a lot of works from that fandom from when i started tumblr. if you would like to read any of the works, please use the following tags in the search bar on my profile

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[spencers-renaissance]

I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly

Summary: After Spencer fails his firearm recertification, the FBI believes some hand-to-hand combat and self-defence training is in order, and who better to administer it than the BAU's very own, Derek Morgan? Everything goes swimmingly until Derek decides to simulate an attack from above, and Spencer's thrust into the throes of a horrific flashback.

Tags: hurt/comfort, past abuse, platonic cuddling, angst with a happy ending, friendship or pre-slash, crying, panic attacks, flashbacks, episode: s01e06 LDSK, protectiveness TW: !!Discussions of Underage Rape/Non-Con including Molestation and Incestuous Sexual Abuse!!

Pairing: Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid (Platonic or Pre-Slash)

Word Count: 4.3k

Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Bad Things Happen Bingo

It’s a dreary day in late October when he fails his recertification test. Later, he’ll look back on this moment with a strange mixture of thankfulness and stone-cold dread, but in the moment all he can feel is the burning of his cheeks and the festering humiliation sat heavy in his chest.

Hotch is kind about it, because Hotch is kind about everything.

“Do you know what happened, Reid?” he asks with a complete absence of judgement, and it’s clear from everything about his body language and tone that he isn’t angry and he isn’t being critical, but Spencer feels his defences rising regardless.

He shakes his head and shrinks back in his seat, avoiding Hotch’s eyes.

“Did anyone do anything to make you feel uncomfortable?”

His eyes snap up to meet Hotch’s and he shifts to sit a bit more upright as he shakes his head with more vehemence this time. Sure, he didn’t particularly like the evaluator, but only because he seemed unimpressed with Spencer from the moment he laid eyes on him, acting as though evaluating someone who was doomed to fail was a waste of time.

Spencer can’t exactly blame him.

Hotch sighs. “Listen, Spencer,” he says gently, “I know you can handle yourself in the field and I know you can handle a gun just fine, but you know how many requirements were overlooked for you to join the unit in the first place, and you also know that your position in the BAU has been controversial with a few of the higher-ups. So, here’s the plan. I’m going to be your evaluator for your next recertification in two weeks, and in the meantime, I want you to do some hand-to-hand training with Derek to improve and consolidate your field and self-defence skills.”

Realistically, he knows that this is the best he could’ve hoped for, and he knows how hard Hotch and Gideon fight his corner when he’s questioned by everyone from witnesses to local PDs to the director of the bureau himself.

That does not mean he has to be happy about this.

He acquiesces because he has to. “Okay,” he says quietly, hoping he doesn’t sound as defeated as he feels.

“Reid,” Hotch says, redirecting his attention from the spot on the carpet he’s staring at. He waits for Spencer to look at him before smiling slightly and looking at him with a raw kind of earnest he knows is privileged to witness. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”

It’s Spencer’s turn to smile, brightening up from his miserable disposition slightly. “I do.”

⭑⭑⭑

“Hey, pretty boy,” Derek says cheerfully, slamming his locker closed just as Spencer enters the FBI gym. “I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna show.”

Spencer sighs, opening the locker next to Derek’s and putting his messenger bag inside before opening the grocery bag he’d brought his gym clothes in. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says drily as he pulls out his clothes and heads towards one of the two private changing cubicles.

He hears Derek chuckle to himself before he calls back to him as he opens the door to the gym. “I’m gonna set up, you come through when you’re ready.”

Spencer procrastinates for as long as he can, making sure his shoes are tied perfectly and the bows are even sizes, folding all his work clothes as neatly as possible and placing them carefully back into the grocery bag, but before long, there’s nothing more he can do and he has to face the music. He inhales deeply, steeling himself for the next hour, before putting his bag in his locker (closing it with much less force than Derek did earlier) and walking into the gym.

It’s a fairly big hall that’s usually used for academy recruits, large scale demonstrations, and the various sports teams that have cropped up in different divisions of the FBI. Spencer knows that Derek currently plays basketball for the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime team, the department that the BAU is part of.

Right now, though, Derek has them set up in a tucked-away corner, both hard and soft mats laid out on the ground surrounded by various equipment Spencer couldn’t hope to identify correctly.

“You took your time,” Derek says when Spencer approaches him, eyebrows raised and an obvious note of amusement in his voice. “But now you’re here, let’s get started.”

They begin with a short conditioning exercise that Derek says is supposed to ‘get the blood pumping’ but in actuality has Spencer panting like a dog and soaked with sweat within minutes. Maybe those higher-ups have something of a point. He knew he was unfit, but this is just embarrassing.

“Okay, now with the warm-up out of the way—”

“That was a warm-up?”

Derek doubles over with his laughter and Spencer can’t help but join in, despite how out of breath and red in the face he might be.

“It’s supposed to be, Spence, but maybe I over-estimated things a little,” he concedes once their giggles have died out. “Alright, alright, let’s move on to some basic self-defence moves. I know you probably already know most of these, but this is supposed to be a refresher, yeah? And to remind you that you can hold your own in the field, whether you pass your recertification or not.”

Spencer winces. “I don’t know, Derek, I mean I did fail every single physical aspect of the academy examination.”

“See, that’s what I mean, pretty boy,” Derek says, standing up from the mat and helping Spencer up, too. “You’re in your own head, and when you’re out in the field, you have enough enemies without making your own mind one as well. You know this stuff, Spence, I’m just here to remind you of that.”

“Alright,” he nods, holding in his sigh. He doesn’t mean to be negative, he just can’t help the way he’s feeling. The last week has been rough.

“Okay, so let’s go through front-facing attacks first,” Derek says. “What’s the first move you can do to protect yourself in that situation?”

“Elbow shield,” Spencer replies, holding out his arm and blocking Derek from coming any closer with his forearm acting as a barrier that Derek presses his chest against.

“Exactly, and what can you do to inflict damage in that position?”

Spencer responds by sliding his forearm up to Derek’s neck and applying light pressure, not wanting to actually hurt him.

“You got it. Okay, now what if I manage to grab you and pull you closer, what’s your move?”

He keeps his forearm locked to keep Derek from advancing too close, but this time he grabs his bicep with both hands and uses his core to bring him closer before he raises his shin and mimes kicking him in the groin.

“See, you know this stuff,” Derek says brightly. “The only note I have is to just remember to keep your thumbs in line with the rest of your fingers, not wrapping under my arm.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense. The thumb is easily broken, although the most common injury associated with a broken thumb is actually damage to the larger bone of your hand, the metacarpal.”

Derek chuckles. “Exactly.”

Funnily enough, Spencer actually finds himself having fun as they walk through some other basic defensive movements as well as the best way to use tactical punches to overpower or debilitate an unsub or attacker. They frequently burst into peals of laughter, as can be expected when two close individuals find themselves having to do semi-serious work together, and before he knows it, forty-five minutes have flown by.

“Okay, I want to end with some more up close and personal attacks and the best way to stave them off, alright?” Derek says as he puts away the boxing gloves and pads.

Immediately, Spencer feels a small glimmer of nerves and anticipation for how this might make him feel, but he brushes it off. He knows he’s safe with Derek, and the whole point of the exercise is to defend himself. Nothing’s going to happen.

“Let’s start with an attacker coming at you from behind,” Derek decides, coming up behind him. “I’m going to cover your mouth, and you’re going to use your skills and knowledge to remove me, alright?”

Spencer nods, hoping Derek doesn’t read the hesitancy in it, and he supposes that he doesn’t because soon enough a large palm is tightly covering the lower half of his face.

For a brief moment, he isn’t a twenty-five-year-old agent training with one of his closest friends in the gym in the basement of the FBI Headquarters, but a scared and lonely ten-year-old in his childhood bedroom, trying to fight the persistent, evil man on top of him, wondering why his dad would do this to him—

He snaps himself out of it by opening his eyes and forcing himself to take in the surroundings, and before long instinct takes over and he’s gripping at Derek’s wrist and using his core and bodyweight to bend forward and free himself from the restrictive hold.

“Good job, Reid!” Derek says encouragingly, and there’s no evidence on his face when he turns around that he noticed any sort of hesitation or deliberation, so he suspects that his flashback really was only for a second, no matter how everlasting and all-consuming it felt in the moment.

He manages a shaky smile, and invites his next method of torture. “What’s next?”

“Okay, what if I was to grab your t-shirt and immediately start punching you?” Derek asks, immediately miming doing exactly like that.

Fighting the instinct to go into protective mode, he instead turns around elbow first and uses his other hand to mime punching Derek while his knee goes up to attack his groin.

“Perfect! That’s the spirit, kid. No unsub’s ever gonna get the best of you.”

Spencer blushes a little at the praise, ducking his head so he doesn’t have to meet his eye, but inside he’s beyond pleased, both with the encouragement from Derek and his own self-confidence he can feel flooding back. Maybe he really does have a handle on the more physical side of things. Maybe he isn’t just good for his brain.

“Alright, let’s finish off with some on the ground stuff, okay?” Derek says, sitting down on the mat and inviting Spencer to join him with a pat on the space beside him.

He hesitates a little, and this time Derek notices, his face softening.

“Listen, I know this one is a bit more uncomfortable than the others, but we’re almost done, right? Let’s just get a few moves consolidated and then you can go and have a shower and head home to relax.”

Spencer nods finally and joins him, laying on his back as Derek instructs. The vulnerability of the position has him feeling deeply uncomfortable, no matter how many times he tells himself that he’s safe with Derek, but he forces himself to lie still. If nothing else, he doesn’t want to reveal this very personal and private detail of his childhood to his best friend. He just needs to keep reminding himself that he’s safe.

“Right, let’s practice the pinned wrist escape, okay?”

Before he knows what’s happening, before he can process the words and prepare him for what’s about to happen, Derek’s straddling him and resting his full weight over his hips and his wrists are wrapped in a tight grip, pinned to the mat above his head.

It’s so sudden and the sensations so overwhelming that he can’t help the immediate fear response that’s triggered, because he’s not in the FBI gym with Derek anymore, he’s somewhere else entirely.

“No, please,” he begs, voice strangled by a sudden, all-consuming dry sob that heaves his chest, “please don’t, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, please, dad, don’t—”

His sobs suddenly overtake his words and he’s left crying pathetically on the floor, too trapped in the memory to notice that the pressure’s been removed from his hips and he’s free to move his arms, too consumed by the physical and emotional anguish that came with the abuse to hear Derek’s desperate, heart-broken pleas from beside him, begging him to come back to himself.

“Spencer!”

A voice finally manages to break through the fog of panic, and he slowly regains consciousness, the white hot glaze of fear and crippling memory fading incrementally until he can see the high beams of the gym ceiling, until he can hear Derek’s gentle, soothing words beside him.

“It’s alright, pretty boy, I’m here, you’re safe,” Derek tells him gently, although Spencer can hear the urgency in his voice, even in his scared and overwhelmed state.

He covers his face with his hands as his desperate, heaving sobs transform into wet, humiliated cries.

“Hey, hey, Spence,” Derek murmurs beside him, “is it alright if I touch you?”

He considers shaking his head, but really, he wants some comfort right now, no matter how much he’ll hate himself for embarrassing himself further later. He’s glad he does though because Derek very carefully and very slowly lifts him up until he’s wrapped up in a comforting hug, his face buried in a strong chest. He’s not sure he’s ever felt safer than in this exact moment.

“You’re alright, pretty boy, I got you.”

Spencer continues to cry, the overwhelm of having a flashback that intense still wracking his body, but eventually, he starts to calm down, the tension slowly bleeding from his muscles as he collapses, boneless against Derek’s body.

“Here, why don’t you have this granola bar and some water,” Derek suggests gently when his tears have dried up, reaching over to the edge of the mat where he was clearly hiding some post-exercise rewards.

Spencer accepts them tiredly, not moving from his position slumped against Derek’s chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Derek asks him once he’s sipped his way through half the bottle and the granola bar is gone.

As much as he’d like to get things off his chest, as much as he trusts Derek, he just— can’t. So he shakes his head and pulls himself into a sitting upright position, although he still doesn’t meet Derek’s eyes.

“Okay,” Derek says softly. “I’m gonna drive you home. Come on.”

Spencer numbly walks through the locker room and the halls of the FBI with Derek guiding him until they reach his car, and the motion of climbing in brings a little bit more awareness back to him.

“Thanks,” he whispers as Derek starts the engine and drives them out of the parking garage.

“Don’t be ridiculous, pretty boy. No thanks needed.”

They don’t speak on the journey home, and Spencer contents himself with looking out the window at the passing scenery until they enter the city and trees transform into tower blocks. His mind drifts, but he’s just grateful that it doesn’t keep circling back to the flashback, having somewhat successfully resealed those memories like he always does, pushing them down and smothering them with as much good as he can collect in people and memories and things.

The silence between them prevails until Derek steps into his apartment behind him, closing the front door and helping Spencer out of his jacket before hanging his own coat up on a hook and steering Spencer towards the sofa. “You are going to sit here,” he orders, picking up one of Penelope’s hand-knitted blankets from its position neatly folded over the arm of the sofa, “while I get some tea and something to eat. Fancy anything in particular?”

Spencer remembers the satsumas and macaroons Penelope brought over the other day and tells Derek as such, following the other man with his eyes until he disappears into the kitchen and he’s left alone with his hazy thoughts for a couple of minutes.

They pass in a blur, though, and before he can blink, Derek is pressing a mug of warm chamomile tea into his hands and placing a small plate of a satsuma and a couple of macaroons on the coffee table.

The weight of Derek sitting down on the sofa next to him, and the grounding feeling of his palm wrapped around his ankle, has his hazy mind clearing until he’s in a much more present and aware headspace, enough so that Derek clearly notices it.

“You feeling a bit more like yourself?”

Spencer nods, and offers a small smile, trying to ignore the curls of humiliation and self-loathing working their way up his throat. Thoughts he hasn’t had in years are bursting at the seams Spencer had sewn tightly around them, brought up by physical memory alone, and he’s trying to hold them back, but somewhere in the back of his head, there’s his dad again, whispering dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, di—

“Hey, Spence,” he hears, and he snaps his head up, his dad’s voice shutting up and making room for Derek’s — Derek’s soft and gentle reassurances, his promises that he’s here and he’s safe and everything will be okay. “You got a bit lost in your head again there, kid. You alright?”

Spencer sighs tiredly, and a tear runs down his face unbidden. He’s not crying exactly, just— leaking. Leaking in the way a tap that hasn’t been turned on for years does when it finally experiences a much overdue release of pressure. Leaking in the way Spencer Reid does when he has a flashback to the sexual abuse he experienced as a child for the first time in two and a half years.

“Spencer,” Derek says, and something in his voice catches his attention, something serious, something earnest. He looks over at him. “Spencer, I know what you’re going through.”

His cheeks pale and he can hear the blood rushing in his ears because those words, that means— surely not, right? How could Derek— how could he—

“It happened to me, too.”

And there’s the confirmation. There are the five words that have him breaking down again, tears splashing into hot chamomile tea and onto cold, cold hands, sobs wracking his sore and tired shoulders. No one should have to go through what he did, no one. Especially not— God, especially not—

“Hey, Spencer, listen to me,” Derek says urgently scooting closer on the sofa until he can lift Spencer’s chin up with his hands and raise his head until their eyes are locked on one another and he can bear witness to the pain and the openness and the concern swimming in his dark brown irises. “I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re here, aren’t we? We’re safe. Don’t cry, pretty boy, everything’s gonna be just fine, I promise.”

He pauses to give Spencer a little time to catch his breath, but after a couple of minutes he speaks up again. “Would you like me to tell you about it?”

Spencer knows it will break his heart to hear. He doesn’t want to listen to a story in which Derek Morgan was the victim and not the hero, not his hero, but part of him knows that he needs to hear it; needs to know that he wasn’t and isn’t alone. And he can’t help but wonder whether maybe Derek needs to say it. Whether he also needs to tell someone what happened and have them empathise completely, have them say “I understand, I know what you’re going through” and have them mean it.

So he nods.

“His name was Carl Buford,” Derek says, resting the hand not clutching Spencer’s ankle on his knee, “and he was my football coach. A hero of the community. After my dad died, I got in a little trouble on the streets, right, and as a result, I got a record. Eventually, that record was expunged, and I learned that Buford had done it. I was confused, obviously, but he told me I had potential, that I was special, that I was going places and he was gonna help me get there.

“And so we started spending more time together. At first, it was just one-on-one football training and some run of the mill mentoring, and I finally felt like I had a real father figure again, someone who I could look up to and talk to and trust. Until one day when he took me up to his cabin. He gave me Helgeson wine to intoxicate me, and then convinced me to go skinny-dipping in a lake with him but when we came back to the cabin, he started— he started rubbing up against me. It eventually spiralled into… molestation and rape. He used to say "You better man up, boy, look up to the sky" when I would cry out for him to stop, or later — when some shameful part of me had accepted it — when I would wince in pain or he could sense I didn’t want to be there.

“And that went on for years until I guess I outgrew his preference and he— I mean— I guess, I guess he must have moved on.”

Spencer wants to be sick, and he’s pretty sure Derek feels the same, so all he can do is lean forward and wrap Derek in the tightest hug he can manage while they cry together.

“Did you ever tell anyone?” Spencer asks after a little time has passed.

Derek nods. “When it started affecting my football career in college, I started seeing a therapist, and I’ve really gotten to a place now where I’ve come to terms with it. As much as I’m ever going to be able to anyway. Half of that therapy was me grieving for the childhood I lost, expressing the anger I felt towards Buford in a healthy way, and then accepting that there isn’t anything I can do to undo the pain except work my ass off at the BAU putting guys like him behind bars since I lost my chance with him.”

Spencer nods. “I’m sorry he isn’t in prison.”

Derek shrugs his shoulders a little, pulling out of the hug. “I keep tabs on him. If I ever so much as catch a whiff of him hurting one of the boys at the centre I’ll be on him in no time. Just… waiting for the evidence, I guess.”

Spencer takes the hand resting on top of his knee and squeezes it, a show of solidarity his tongue can’t manage.

They sit in silence for long, comfortable minutes before Spencer finally feels like sharing. He knows that Derek isn’t expecting anything: if he never wanted to explain, he knows Derek would understand completely, but something about knowing he’ll understand like no one else can, that he can share and feel safe in doing so has his own story rolling off his tongue like it never has before.

“It was my dad,” Spencer says quietly, a confession he’s always been too ashamed to make. “The first time it happened was the night of my sixth birthday. He said that the day was his own celebration, because he’d waited so long and he was finally going to get his prize. He raped me. It wasn’t like that every time, sometimes he’d stop at… touching or— or fellatio, sometimes he’d come into my room and stand over me, getting off on how scared I was anticipating the act that never came.

“He left when I was ten, not far away from my eleventh birthday, and a big part of me always wondered whether the main reason he left was that I wasn’t in his preferential age group anymore. But when I was thirteen, I bumped into him in a hotel in California of all places, and even though I was bigger and stronger and nowhere near as vulnerable, he still got the best of me, he still weaseled his way into my room and took advantage of me again. After that time I carried pepper spray everywhere I went until the FBI issued me a gun. I swore I’d never let it happen again.”

Derek looks desperately sad when he finally meets his eyes again, and before he knows it he’s being wrapped in another hug, and they’re both in pieces again. However painful these memories are, though, the release of them is more cathartic than anything Spencer’s ever experienced; crying together with another survivor over everything they lost, the people that stole their childhoods and abused them for years on end, their younger, scared selves, desperate for someone to save them.

It hurts Spencer’s heart, but he also doesn’t think he’s ever felt safer than right in this moment.

“Is this the first time you’ve talked about this, Spence?” Derek asks eventually, with his cheek resting on the top of Spencer’s head.

“Yes,” he admits, another tear dripping onto the hands curled anxiously in his lap.

Derek pulls away and looks him in the eye, cupping his face gently and brushing a tear away with his thumb. “I’m proud of you.”

As broken and unseemly and ripped open and torn apart as he feels right now, as exposed as this entire ordeal has made him feel, for the first time, he thinks he agrees with Derek.

His trust was destroyed by the person supposed to protect him, and he’s carried the trauma of being sexually abused as a young child around with him for the last two decades, and still, he’s here. He’s brave enough to share himself with Derek, and he’s strong enough to cry and grieve and ache for the scared six-year-old boy he wishes he could go back in time and save.

Right now, in the early evening light of the flat and the safe and supportive arms of his best friend, he’s proud of himself, too. And that feels really damn good to finally say.

Please practice self-care after reading this, especially if you are also a survivor. RAINN Rape Crisis UK International Help for Survivors

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[hotchnersbiitch]

Hey y’all I know it’s been awhile. BUT IM LOSING MY MIND AND HAVE TO SHARE THIS WITH YA’LL. The dude that played Kevin in Criminal Minds got arrested (again) 3 BLOCKS AWAY FROM MY FUCKING CAMPUS. Why is this mf in Indiana 💀 this shit has me laughing so hard.

[guccifloralsuits]

holy shit model behavior is almost @ 600 kudos 😭

[tee5h1rt]

Derek’s legs were spread as Spencer sat criss crossed in between them. Spencer was beaming with joy as Derek braided his hair. Growing up with sisters, Derek learned a thing or two from his mother to ensure that they were all out of the door in time. As his sisters got older, they started to do their hair on their own making Derek lose skill. Thankfully he now had a pretty haired boyfriend who is happily willing to let Derek play in his long hair.

Derek tapped on Spencer’s shoulder. A silent indication that he needs the hair tie that is currently on his wrist. Spencer slid the hair tie off of his wrist, aimlessly holding it behind him waiting for Derek to take it. Derek took it and tied Spencer’s hair off so it wouldn’t come undone.

“I’m done. Do you like it?”

Spencer got up from the bed and went to look in the mirror in the opposite corner. He got on his knees so he could see it up close. Happy with the braid he looks up at Derek who is sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for a response.

“I love it,” he says while getting up from the floor.

“And I love you.” He wraps his arms around Dereks neck, his hands connecting in the back. Derek stands up.

“Is that so?” Derek stands up.

“Yep.”

“Well in that case pretty boy, I love you too.” Their lips connect. Spencer can’t help but subconsciously count how long the kiss lasts. When they pull away he quietly mutters the number 2 causing a smile to appear on Derek’s lips.

“You are one pretty boy.”

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I don’t have any creative ability but I am incredibly bored so here is this moreid oneshot! I got this inspiration bc I saw a post about Derek french braiding Spencer hair I don’t know where tho. 280 words btw!

[lukesalvez-blog]

“I need you to stay awake” Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

a/n: this was originally posted on my wattpad account (lukesalvez)  this is going to be a moreid story based off of the prompt originally posted by @leopard-prompts  “You can’t sleep yet, kid, I need you to stay awake.”

Spencer’s Pov It all happened in a flash, the whole thing is one massive blur to me and everyone around as well. The sound of gunshots erupted out of the silence, every one of us pulling out our own from their holsters shooting out in the direction of the other bullets, the source impossible to see from where we were standing. It feels as though the shooting lasts forever when in reality it was over within a minute, the sound fading out silence taking over the room once again. The commotion was such a distraction to it all that I hadn’t even noticed, my eyes move down glancing at the floor beneath my feet seeing the blood. My hand slowly, shakily, moves itself to rest on my lower abdomen area, as I remove it from the area I immediately see the blood coating my whole hand. I look up to see the team was no longer in front of me, having resorted to finding the source of the shooting.  “M-morgan....” I call out faintly seeing his figure still in front of me and before he can react I'm falling back to the floor.

Derek’s Pov The gunshots die out slowly, and I let out a long exasperated sigh, my eyes shut for a second just still in slight shock at what had just occurred. It’s not long after the shots cease that I hear Spencer’s voice calling out quietly from behind me. As I turn I’m faced with his pale complexion, my eyes immediately noticing the blood on his hand which he is shakily holding out in an attempt to show me. Before I can even react properly I watch as his body falls back against the ground.  “Reid!” I drop my own weapon and rush over to where he had fallen, holding my hands on either side of his face, holding his cheeks. “Spencer? Can you hear me?” the concern in my voice is obvious, I watch closely as I see his eyes meeting mine. “There we go, there we go, can you hear me?” he nods a little which helps me relax just a bit, moving my hands off his face I place them on the location of his gunshot, pushing pressure down to try and stop the bleeding the best I could. “We need a medic! Agent down we need a medic now!” the urgency in my voice is prominent as I speak into my mic, requesting a medic knowing you wouldn’t stand a chance without one. I maintain pressure on your wound as I look back up at you, knowing you were probably terrified. “Hey, the medics are coming, you’re going to be okay. We’re going to get you out of here. I need you to stay with me” I speak to him slowly, trying to keep my voice steady not wanting him to know just how scared I was of losing him. As I speak I start to notice his blinks slowing down, his eyes closing and I shake my head rather frankly. “Hey, Hey..no no..” I tap his cheek a little trying to get some response out of him, to keep him awake not knowing if he would wake up if he happened to fall under, having lost a lot of blood alread. Shaking my head I tap his cheek again “You can’t sleep yet, kid, I need you to stay awake”

Spencer’s Pov I felt as though my whole world was spinning, my vision becoming cloudy and blurry, my head pounding being unimaginably painful. My eyes flutter shut, trying to stop the pain from my head. “You can’t sleep yet, kid, I need you to stay awake” I hear the familiar sound of Derek’s voice, feeling the tapping on my cheek and I try to open my eyes, but I can’t seem to keep them open, my whole body fighting against it. “I-I c-can’t” I manage to croak out, my body shivering a little due to my blood loss and I shake my head a tiny bit, wanting nothing more than for all of this to just go away. “Yes, yes you can, you can’t go yet Spencer, cmon” I hear a waver in Derek’s voice as he speaks, almost as though his emotions were starting to take over, this being the type of motivation to make me open my eyes, my gaze meeting his slightly, my eyelids drop a little but my eyes remain open. I had to do it, I couldn’t leave him, I couldn't go like this not here, not now. “There you are, you’re okay the ambulance is here, you’re going to be okay.” ------ later that evening ------ I start to feel myself waking up, not even aware that I had been out again. fluttering my eyes open I look down at my hand, seeing Derek's rested on top of it with a smile I look up to meet him but when I do I see that he is asleep, curled up in a chair propped up next to my hospital bed and I chuckle fondly, knowing he must have been waiting up for a long time if he had fallen asleep like that. "Morgan?" my voice breaks him from his sleep, his hand moving off of mine and I look at him with a tired smile. "How long have I been out?" I notice that as I speak that my voice is still a bit weak and strained. "you got out of surgery about 6, it's almost midnight, it's been a while" my head nods and I move to sit up a bit letting out a slight groan of pain as I do, causing Derek to fall concerned. "m' okay just sore" he nods relaxing back down into his seat. "well you got shot, I wouldn't expect you to not be" He chuckles a bit and I smile nodding in agreement with his statement. "Thanks for staying with me, not just here in the hospital, but out there too, thank you." he nods slowly that grin forming on his face once again. "Anything for you"