Drabbles: 16 CM, various pairings, various ratings
16 drabbles in total, the longest is 250 words, various pairings (mostly morgan/reid), various ratings, from various memes on tumblr
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50 words or less meme:
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shatter
Coming home early to find Ethan smirking in his bed and Reid in the shower broke him. Morgan left his own house without a word, but he knew there'd never be a way to put the pieces back together again. He wasn't even sure he wanted to.
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blanket, coda to this fic
The heating blanket he used to sleep with had a pear-shaped coffee stain in one corner. The idea that he could sleep without it changed when the power went out on a case. After all, why would he need a safety blanket when he could be wrapped in Morgan's arms?
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paperwork
For Morgan, it was daunting, but like most paperwork they did on a regular basis, Reid seemed to be flying through it. That is, until Morgan saw the anxiety in his posture and stopped him. The adoption papers could wait a little while longer; his husband's anxiety could not.
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lemonade
Reid knew it wasn't polite to stare at your best friend's throat as he drank your homemade lemonade, but he couldn't stop. His attraction to Morgan had only grown and while Morgan never called him on it, he never acted on it either; Reid accepted it as an answer for the question he wouldn't ask.
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a call for prompts:
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anonymous asked: M/R, waking up with Clooney in the middle
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Something wasn’t quite right, Spencer realized groggily. Not bad, per say, just not quite the same as usual. Well, no, that wasn’t quite true - Morgans breath was particularly bad this morning. When he tried to move, he found he couldn’t and instead of Morgan’s soft skin, he found the weight on top of his arm was…furry.
Spencer managed to open his eyes long enough to see Clooney staring right back at him; the dog’s tail started slapping against the mattress somewhere down near his knees. Thankfully, he’d long since gotten over his nervousness around dogs, but that didn’t mean he wanted to wake up this way.
“Derek,” he moaned. “Your dog is cutting off the circulation to my hand.”
“No, sleeping,” Morgan muttered.
Clooney wiggled excitedly, now that both his owners were “awake.”
“Clooney, DOWN,” Spencer commanded, pointing towards the floor.
Clooney barked.
“Remember when you were a well-trained puppy? Because it may have slipped your memory, but it hasn’t slipped mine,” Spencer said.
Finally, Clooney wiggled enough that Spencer was able to get his hand out from underneath the dog, although it was borderline painful having all the blood rush back in.
“I’m hiding the t-r-e-a-t-s from you and your daddy when I get up,” Spencer said.
Clooney tilted his head to one side and whined.
“Alright, maybe I won’t, but you better let me go back to sleep.”
Clooney settled back down and Spencer did, miraculously, fall back asleep.
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yetanothercriminalmindsfanatic asked: Reid/Ethan, the spark is still there
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Sitting in a New Orleans jazz bar, watching his former lover play, he knows it’s still there. Their connection hasn’t faded with time, even though they both acknowledge that their intense chemistry is also volatile. Even if they hadn’t known it, it certainly proved itself to be true later that night in Ethan’s loft.
Ethan insists Spencer take “one last hit” of dilaudid with him before he takes Spencer roughly from behind, a hand buried deep in his hair. It could have been the dilaudid running through his brain, but he couldn’t quite find it in him to mind that Ethan was rougher than usual or that he’d end up with more than a few bruises in the morning.
As soon as they’d finished, they were fighting yet again. Spencer was still a little too high and well fucked to fully understand how they’d gotten into a screaming match, not to mention what exactly they were fighting about.
Thankfully, this was a pattern Spencer knew; he knew that he needed to get dressed before Ethan threw him out, that Ethan would call him weeks later, drunk or stoned, to apologize, and that, as always, he’d always forgive Ethan.
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justjasper asked: morgan/reid, long-term illness
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As Derek awoke next to the man he’d been with for over 30 years, he wondered what kind of day they’d have. Lately, Spencer had been more easily confused and quick to pick a fight about it. At least he’d finally allowed Derek to take over all the cooking, even if he couldn’t remember the kitchen fire that proceeded the change in their daily routines. Still, his implusivity was up and Derek was hoping that the new medications the doctors had prescribed would have an effect before his husband walked out into the road without checking for cars.
Maybe today would be a good day and Spencer would remember that the sun shining at 11 o’clock meant it was day and not night. Or maybe he would take his meds without screaming that he’d already taken them. Or maybe he’d retell a story about their grandbabies using their actual names instead of the ones he made up to fill the space.
Or maybe…
Maybe it would be none of those things. Maybe today would just be managable, survivable.
They’d had a full life, Derek knew that, but he couldn’t help but think that Alzheimer’s Disease had to be complete and utter hell for a man who used to remember everything.
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break my heart meme:
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for: jasper
pairing: morgan/reid
warnings: drugs, character death
It wasn't even an unexpected scene - Reid slumped on the couch, a belt around his arm and a needle on the table - but the bluish tint of his lips alerted Derek to the fact that something was definitely off. Derek wasn't convinced of his lover's death by the cold skin or the lack of a pulse; he punched the first EMT who said Reid had been dead for hours.
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for: shelby
pairing: reid/ethan
warnings: miscarriage, alcohol abuse
They hadn't expected Ethan to get pregnant, but he'd promised Spencer he'd immediately stop drinking. When Ethan miscarried, Spencer had chalked it up to the higher likelihood of men miscarrying until he went to pour himself a drink and there were three nearly empty bottles that hadn't been there before.
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for: katie
pairing: garcia/reid
warning: suicide attempt
Anti-depressants only went so far. Reid knew that. But as he stared down at Garcia in the hospital after a suicide attempt? He couldn't help wondering just how little they'd been working.
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for: shelby
pairing: reid/maeve
warnings: torture, gore, character death
It's all her fault, Maeve thinks as she watches Spencer being beaten to a pulp right in front of her. Blood trickles from his nose and he tries to smile at her as if that'll reassure her. A sickening thud sounds through the warehouse as her stalker hits his skull one too many times. It's gruesome, something out of her worst nightmare. There's not even a sad smile, just a monster walking towards her with Spencer's brain matter spattered on his skin.
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for: jasper
pairing: morgan/reid
warning: dissociation
Everything in the hospital feels thin and far away like there's nothing to grasp onto. People come to see Spencer and they seem to know him, but he's sure he's never laid eyes on them before. One man in particular visits a lot; his name refuses to stick but the goatee does. Sometimes he dreams of the man with the goatee, a child in his arms, smiling back at Spencer. He wonders constantly about whether or not the man is even real or one of his many delusions. Who would ever have a child with him?
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some smutty meme:
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for: neeterz
pairing: morgan/reid
"Fuck, you always feel so big when I'm riding you," Reid breathed in Morgan's ear, nibbling on the tender flesh.
"Stop teasing me." Morgan thrust his hips up, hoping to emphasize his point, but Reid just laughed lightly.
"I know you like it better this way."
Reid ground down, the barest of sensation, but enough to elicit a groan out of Morgan. Morgan didn't know it yet, but Reid had already decided to hold out as long as humanly possible; he was only getting started.
***
for: shelby
pairing: reid/ethan
Spencer didn't know when rough sex with Ethan had become soothing, but as he pushed Ethan up against a wall and fucked into him with just a little less lube than was ideal, Spencer felt at home. The "oh god, yes" that Ethan hissed reminded him that he wasn't alone. Spencer dug his fingers into Ethan's hips, pushing down day old bruises. "Faster," Ethan encouraged, thrusting back as much as he could with such little leverage.
When finally Ethan came, Spencer's teeth were clenched on his shoulder.
***
for: jasper
pairing: morgan/reid
"Stop that, you know what that does to me," Reid complained.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Morgan replied.
"You are purposefully walking around naked in the hopes of your perfect ass tempting me into doing something I don't have time for."
As Reid firmly grasped his ass anyway, Morgan smiled. "I'm sure the conference can wait an extra 15 minutes for you."
Licking into Morgan's ass a few minutes later, Reid knew Morgan was right, even if it did make him 20 minutes late.
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for: terni
pairing: morgan/reid
Morgan spreads out on the bed, stroking his thighs. His legs fall open as his hands move higher, barely brushing his cock with his knuckles. Quickly applying some lube, he grasps his cock loosely, teasing himself even more before finally buckling down and going to town. When Morgan reaches down to press behind his balls, his hips buck up into the next downward thrust. He finishes soon after, panting hard.
"Mmm...I love when you do that for me," Reid says, joining him in bed.
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50 words or less meme:
*****
shatter
Coming home early to find Ethan smirking in his bed and Reid in the shower broke him. Morgan left his own house without a word, but he knew there'd never be a way to put the pieces back together again. He wasn't even sure he wanted to.
***
blanket, coda to this fic
The heating blanket he used to sleep with had a pear-shaped coffee stain in one corner. The idea that he could sleep without it changed when the power went out on a case. After all, why would he need a safety blanket when he could be wrapped in Morgan's arms?
***
paperwork
For Morgan, it was daunting, but like most paperwork they did on a regular basis, Reid seemed to be flying through it. That is, until Morgan saw the anxiety in his posture and stopped him. The adoption papers could wait a little while longer; his husband's anxiety could not.
***
lemonade
Reid knew it wasn't polite to stare at your best friend's throat as he drank your homemade lemonade, but he couldn't stop. His attraction to Morgan had only grown and while Morgan never called him on it, he never acted on it either; Reid accepted it as an answer for the question he wouldn't ask.
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a call for prompts:
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anonymous asked: M/R, waking up with Clooney in the middle
***
Something wasn’t quite right, Spencer realized groggily. Not bad, per say, just not quite the same as usual. Well, no, that wasn’t quite true - Morgans breath was particularly bad this morning. When he tried to move, he found he couldn’t and instead of Morgan’s soft skin, he found the weight on top of his arm was…furry.
Spencer managed to open his eyes long enough to see Clooney staring right back at him; the dog’s tail started slapping against the mattress somewhere down near his knees. Thankfully, he’d long since gotten over his nervousness around dogs, but that didn’t mean he wanted to wake up this way.
“Derek,” he moaned. “Your dog is cutting off the circulation to my hand.”
“No, sleeping,” Morgan muttered.
Clooney wiggled excitedly, now that both his owners were “awake.”
“Clooney, DOWN,” Spencer commanded, pointing towards the floor.
Clooney barked.
“Remember when you were a well-trained puppy? Because it may have slipped your memory, but it hasn’t slipped mine,” Spencer said.
Finally, Clooney wiggled enough that Spencer was able to get his hand out from underneath the dog, although it was borderline painful having all the blood rush back in.
“I’m hiding the t-r-e-a-t-s from you and your daddy when I get up,” Spencer said.
Clooney tilted his head to one side and whined.
“Alright, maybe I won’t, but you better let me go back to sleep.”
Clooney settled back down and Spencer did, miraculously, fall back asleep.
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yetanothercriminalmindsfanatic asked: Reid/Ethan, the spark is still there
***
Sitting in a New Orleans jazz bar, watching his former lover play, he knows it’s still there. Their connection hasn’t faded with time, even though they both acknowledge that their intense chemistry is also volatile. Even if they hadn’t known it, it certainly proved itself to be true later that night in Ethan’s loft.
Ethan insists Spencer take “one last hit” of dilaudid with him before he takes Spencer roughly from behind, a hand buried deep in his hair. It could have been the dilaudid running through his brain, but he couldn’t quite find it in him to mind that Ethan was rougher than usual or that he’d end up with more than a few bruises in the morning.
As soon as they’d finished, they were fighting yet again. Spencer was still a little too high and well fucked to fully understand how they’d gotten into a screaming match, not to mention what exactly they were fighting about.
Thankfully, this was a pattern Spencer knew; he knew that he needed to get dressed before Ethan threw him out, that Ethan would call him weeks later, drunk or stoned, to apologize, and that, as always, he’d always forgive Ethan.
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justjasper asked: morgan/reid, long-term illness
***
As Derek awoke next to the man he’d been with for over 30 years, he wondered what kind of day they’d have. Lately, Spencer had been more easily confused and quick to pick a fight about it. At least he’d finally allowed Derek to take over all the cooking, even if he couldn’t remember the kitchen fire that proceeded the change in their daily routines. Still, his implusivity was up and Derek was hoping that the new medications the doctors had prescribed would have an effect before his husband walked out into the road without checking for cars.
Maybe today would be a good day and Spencer would remember that the sun shining at 11 o’clock meant it was day and not night. Or maybe he would take his meds without screaming that he’d already taken them. Or maybe he’d retell a story about their grandbabies using their actual names instead of the ones he made up to fill the space.
Or maybe…
Maybe it would be none of those things. Maybe today would just be managable, survivable.
They’d had a full life, Derek knew that, but he couldn’t help but think that Alzheimer’s Disease had to be complete and utter hell for a man who used to remember everything.
*****
break my heart meme:
*****
for: jasper
pairing: morgan/reid
warnings: drugs, character death
It wasn't even an unexpected scene - Reid slumped on the couch, a belt around his arm and a needle on the table - but the bluish tint of his lips alerted Derek to the fact that something was definitely off. Derek wasn't convinced of his lover's death by the cold skin or the lack of a pulse; he punched the first EMT who said Reid had been dead for hours.
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for: shelby
pairing: reid/ethan
warnings: miscarriage, alcohol abuse
They hadn't expected Ethan to get pregnant, but he'd promised Spencer he'd immediately stop drinking. When Ethan miscarried, Spencer had chalked it up to the higher likelihood of men miscarrying until he went to pour himself a drink and there were three nearly empty bottles that hadn't been there before.
***
for: katie
pairing: garcia/reid
warning: suicide attempt
Anti-depressants only went so far. Reid knew that. But as he stared down at Garcia in the hospital after a suicide attempt? He couldn't help wondering just how little they'd been working.
***
for: shelby
pairing: reid/maeve
warnings: torture, gore, character death
It's all her fault, Maeve thinks as she watches Spencer being beaten to a pulp right in front of her. Blood trickles from his nose and he tries to smile at her as if that'll reassure her. A sickening thud sounds through the warehouse as her stalker hits his skull one too many times. It's gruesome, something out of her worst nightmare. There's not even a sad smile, just a monster walking towards her with Spencer's brain matter spattered on his skin.
***
for: jasper
pairing: morgan/reid
warning: dissociation
Everything in the hospital feels thin and far away like there's nothing to grasp onto. People come to see Spencer and they seem to know him, but he's sure he's never laid eyes on them before. One man in particular visits a lot; his name refuses to stick but the goatee does. Sometimes he dreams of the man with the goatee, a child in his arms, smiling back at Spencer. He wonders constantly about whether or not the man is even real or one of his many delusions. Who would ever have a child with him?
*****
some smutty meme:
*****
for: neeterz
pairing: morgan/reid
"Fuck, you always feel so big when I'm riding you," Reid breathed in Morgan's ear, nibbling on the tender flesh.
"Stop teasing me." Morgan thrust his hips up, hoping to emphasize his point, but Reid just laughed lightly.
"I know you like it better this way."
Reid ground down, the barest of sensation, but enough to elicit a groan out of Morgan. Morgan didn't know it yet, but Reid had already decided to hold out as long as humanly possible; he was only getting started.
***
for: shelby
pairing: reid/ethan
Spencer didn't know when rough sex with Ethan had become soothing, but as he pushed Ethan up against a wall and fucked into him with just a little less lube than was ideal, Spencer felt at home. The "oh god, yes" that Ethan hissed reminded him that he wasn't alone. Spencer dug his fingers into Ethan's hips, pushing down day old bruises. "Faster," Ethan encouraged, thrusting back as much as he could with such little leverage.
When finally Ethan came, Spencer's teeth were clenched on his shoulder.
***
for: jasper
pairing: morgan/reid
"Stop that, you know what that does to me," Reid complained.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Morgan replied.
"You are purposefully walking around naked in the hopes of your perfect ass tempting me into doing something I don't have time for."
As Reid firmly grasped his ass anyway, Morgan smiled. "I'm sure the conference can wait an extra 15 minutes for you."
Licking into Morgan's ass a few minutes later, Reid knew Morgan was right, even if it did make him 20 minutes late.
***
for: terni
pairing: morgan/reid
Morgan spreads out on the bed, stroking his thighs. His legs fall open as his hands move higher, barely brushing his cock with his knuckles. Quickly applying some lube, he grasps his cock loosely, teasing himself even more before finally buckling down and going to town. When Morgan reaches down to press behind his balls, his hips buck up into the next downward thrust. He finishes soon after, panting hard.
"Mmm...I love when you do that for me," Reid says, joining him in bed.