#moreid one shots

[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.”

reblogs are always appreciated !!

part 1 | part 2 | you are on part 3!

[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!

[blackbird-brewster]

Friday Fic Recs - 01/11/25

It's been a minute since I did one of these, but I wanted to share some fics I'm loving right now!

What I've Been Reading:

Tara Lewis/Rebecca Wilson || Rated: M || WC: 1755 Author: @swpf

Why I Love It: Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggg!!!!!! This is an absolute MASTERCLASS in writing angst. I cannot believe it's a mere 1700 words, because it really felt like five times longer with how much depth of emotion exists within this one shot. There are lines that will haunt me for days to come, my favourite being : 'They fit so well together that Tara was beginning to wonder how she’d ever dated anyone else before. If this was affection, what the hell had she been doing previously?'. This one is a HELL of an addition to the Tara/Rebecca fic list. Absolutely loved it.

Tara Lewis/Penelope Garcia || Rated: E || WC: 6345+ (WIP) Author: swpf

Why I Love It: This is the follow-up fic to 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love'. Let me tell you what, this AU has EVERYTHING! Butch!Mechanic!Tara, Femme!Bartender!Peneleope, Butch!Tattoo Artist/Goth!Emily. Honestly such a GREAT mix of characters and I adore the explorations of love, both romantic and platonic. The first two chapters are out now and I'm already hooked. Cannot wait for more.

Emily Prentiss/Penelope Garcia || Rated: T || WC: 2335 Author: swpf

Why I Love It: This is just so soft and wonderful. Fluff that will make you squee and kick your feet in delight. A beautiful New Year's one-shot with two of my fave characters, what's not to love?

Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid || Rated: E || WC: 1344 Author: @justjasper

Why I Love It: Reading JustJasper's Moreid fics has made me a true believer. I love the way this author handles smut and vulnerability and relationships. Everything is perfect and so so so sexy!

What I've Been Writing:

Jennifer Jareau/Tara Lewis || Rated: M || WC: 53,000+ (WIP) Update: I've just posted Ch 07 (of twelve) and WHAT A CHAPTER it is! This week's update offers insight into what's really going on with Tara. Also featuring everyone's favourite hillbilly grandma, in her absolute element. I love this chapter so much and I am looking forward to revealing many more plot twists in the back-half of this holiday fun-filled rom-com

[Multi] Derek Morgan/Luke Alvez, Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid || Rated: T || WC: 5242+ (WIP) Update: I just need to edit chapter 2, but it will be posted by the end of the month! I'm looking forward to delving into this previously unexplored side of the Fooled Around AU

On-Hold WIP:

Tara Lewis/Penelope Garcia || Rated: E || WC: 20,000+ (WIP)

Author Note: I am ABSOLUTELY still writing this fic. I've just been momentarily distracted by the Jara holiday fic (that has gotten so out of hand). There will definitely be more hot and steamy Tenelope in the next month or so. Please subscribe to this fic so you know when I update <3

More CM Fic Recs Under Cut

Past Friday Fic Recs:  [Friday Fic Recs - Tumblr] || [CM Fic Recs - AO3 Collection]

My Fanfic Master Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [JJ/Tara] || [Tara/Rebecca]

2023 Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily + Other Femslash]

2022 Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [Other Femslash]

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

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, cari��o.”

“–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

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[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

#hamilton series

#cm

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#character name

#social media au (you’ll have to scroll down since most of my works now are social media aus)

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#dad!rossi

#criminal minds preferences

#criminal minds one shots

#criminal minds song fic

#song fic

#criminal minds headcanons

#incorrect criminal minds

#criminal minds incorrect quotes

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i’ve also included the above tags in this post as well

[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. 

[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!

[spritehouse]

ShortMC's Ao3 Writing Masterlist

This list is for my Criminal Minds Writing on ao3

Series: Multi-fic projects & their universes

—Eidetic Verse: Gen | Alternate Universe - Superpowers | A series of mostly blurbs & one-shots Incomplete + On Hiatus (indefinite) –Eidetic: A collection of one-shots in the Eidetic Verse -Nights Like These: Addiction recovery fic

–Echoic Verse: Gen/minor Moreid | A universe connected to the Eidetic Verse where Spencer Reid has a child -Echoic: dad!Reid fic

—Losing Daylight: Gen | Struggling Spencer Reid Complete -12 Hours: Part 1 | Spencer's POV -Nine to Five: Part 2 | Derek's POV -The Night Shift: Part 3 | Emily's POV

—Black Out Days: Gen/minor Moreid | Kidnapped Spencer Reid & his recovery Incomplete + On Hiatus -Speak in Tongues (I don't even recognize your face): Part 1 -A Thousand Voices Howling in my Head: Part 2

—Less and Less: Gen | Alternate Universe - Magical Realism Incomplete + On Hiatus -Starting at your eyes, I know it's time: The aftermath of kidnapped Werewolf!Reid -In All Defense, We Were Damn Young: Mage!Hotch backstory

—What Used to be Mine: Past Moreid & Ralvez | Adopted + Teenage!Reid following the death of his boyfriend Main Storyline Complete + Slow Updates

—ao3 Content: -I miss your voice (you're the only one with it): Part 1 | (past) Moreid -I miss your shirt that didn't fit right (I've worn it to sleep once or twice): Part 2 | (past) Moreid -Not sure what day it is (I stopped counting it): Part 3 | (past) Moreid -My time's been wasted (been thinking of him): Part 4 | (past) Moreid -I only see you on occasion (some form of you, not in real life): Part 5 | (past) Moreid & Ralvez -It's the thought of you that slightly scares me: Part 6 | Ralvez & mentioned past Moreid -Silence is actually hurt: Ralvez | Luke-Centric -Give you everything I have and more: Hotch & Spencer (familial) | Hotch-centric

—Tumblr Content tagged with: #what used to be mine

–Concepts: -Role Swap: Concept | An alternate universe where Spencer dies and Derek survives the crash -Ideas: Ideas | Fic/Drabble ideas I have for the What Used to be Mine Verse

–Drabbles, Excerpts, WIPs: -Dad!Hotch putting Teenage!Spencer in his place (with care): Excerpt | Deleted Scene -What Used to be Mine - Part 5: WIP (Final draft posted) | Spencer sees parts of Derek in Luke -Colorful Regret: Drabble | Spencer relapses, triggering Luke

–Headcanons: -Luke Headcanon: Ralvez | Incorrect quote -Domestic Headcanons: Domestic Ralvez

—Quiet if I Shatter: Gen/minor Moreid | Omegaverse | Kidnapped Alpha!Spencer Incomplete + Slow Updates

—ao3 Content: -Quiet if I Shatter: Part 1 | Main storyline

—Tumblr Content: –Smells: What everyone in Quiet if I Shatter smells like

—Black Hole: Ralvez | Luke & Spencer get into a car accident + the aftermath

-It Gets so Dark (so you can see the stars): The accident -Destroyed Everything & Spit Us Out: The aftermath

—Hold My Hand (no one's home): Ralvez | HoH!Luke x NV!Spencer

-Gone Without a Sound: Part 1

—Bad Things Happen Bingo: My Bingo Card

—ao3 Content: -Swan Dive: Ralvez | Prompt: Bedside Vigil -Terminal Velocity: Ralvez | Prompt: Take my hand -Hate Myself: Luke x OFC/Ralvez | Prompt: Forced out of the closet -I'm Getting Desperate (losing my mind): Ralvez | Prompt: Mind rape -Destroyed Everything & Spit Us Out: Ralvez | Prompt: Taking the blame

—Whumptboer 2023:

–Masterlist All of my Whumptober 2023 works on ao3 + scrapped ideas, concepts, scenes, etc.

—Tumblr Content: -Works: -The End is Near: Ralvez | Part 1 -The Sky is Overcast (I'm sorry): Ralvez -It Hurts to Hope For More: Ralvez -It Gets so Dark (so you can see the stars): Ralvez -Destroyed Everything & Spit Us Out: Ralvez -Put Down the Knife (we're not swapping blood): Ralvez

Other Fics: Single-work stories on ao3

—Diamonds to Dust, Stone to Sand Gen | Spencer Reid suicide fic + alternate ending Complete

—Mud on Your Face (you big disgrace) Hotch/Haley | Hotch's life & trauma fic Complete

—Holding my Breath, Counting to Ten Moreid | Derek & Spencer get in a fight + the aftermath Complete

—Cry for Help, I am not Joking Moreid | Derek & Spencer start sleeping together after Georgia, leeching off of each other's self-loathing Incomplete

—Tumblr Content: –WIPs: -Part 1 (Final draft posted) -Part 2 (Final draft posted)

—I've Been Having Revelations Gen | OSDD!Spencer & co. struggling after Emily's death Incomplete

—Tumblr Content: tagged with: #187 system

–WIPs: -There's Something in the Static -Luke & The System (drabble)

–Miscellaneous: -Alter List -Alter Creation -Caregiver Luke + Caregivers Luke & Derek

—Love shouldn't Burn Ralvez | 5 times Luke proved to Spencer that he wasn't going anywhere + the 1 time he had to leave Incomplete

—Tumblr Content: tagged with #love shouldn't burn

–Chapter 1 on Tumblr

–Miscellaneous: -Luke's Proposal Site

—Cut a Hole Into My Skull (do you hate what you see?) Ralvez | Psychic!Ralvez Incomplete —Tumblr Content tagged with #psychic!ralvez

—Making Peace With Our Inevitable Death Ralvez | Codependent Ralvez Incomplete —Tumblr Content tagged with #t4t ralvez / #anti-curse ralvez

—Rest Yor Bones Next to Me Ralvez | Omegaverse | Giftfic for the Criminal Minds Gift Exchange 2023 Incomplete

My Tumblr Masterlist My (old) Editing Masterlist

Happy reading!

[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"