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ddejavvu · 2 years

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ok this is a bit complicated so bare with me

spence is a medical doctor but still works at the bau. the bau have to get like an annual medical test and one of them is a blood test.

moreid centric so reid is the one drawing the blood and morgan's scared of them. (derek said that he's gonna pass out and spence said things like i can take your blood when you're unconciouss") emily, jj, and everyone is watching and laughing but derek's nearly having a panic attack. spence then ordered everyone to get out and calm him down. he stopped mocking him and just being so gentle with him like he handle a lil kid who's afraid of needle.

this is kinda complicated and i just taught ab it in my daydreams lol it would mean a lot if you can write it for me, you dont have to though. luv ur writings, ty!!

<3 moreid <3 omg i want more characterxcharacter requests

"Spencer," As if the lack of professionality in using Spencer's first name wasn't evidence enough that Derek was panicking, his eyes were wide and intense too, locked on the needle in Spencer's hand, "I'm not kidding. I'm gonna pass out."

"It doesn't matter," Spencer shrugged, a soft smirk on his lips as he watched the usually cool, calm, and collected officer fall apart, "I can still draw blood even if you're unconscious."

Derek's eyes snapped shut, a grimace taking over his expression. And suddenly, it didn't seem funny. The shallow breathing that the man exhibited no longer seemed like grandiose dramatics put on for entertainment purposes, to get a few laughs. Instead they seemed real, ragged, and desperate.

The tightening of his muscles didn't seem like an effort to show them off, instead, his chest was stiff and his arms were pressed up against the wall behind him, holding on for dear life.

The way he'd scrambled up and out of the chair wasn't Morgan making Reid's job more difficult, it was Reid making Morgan's life more difficult.

Spencer finally snapped out of his discerning trance, hearing JJ's voice from across the room, "Oh, come on, you big baby. It's just a shot."

"Yeah," Penelope giggled, "I've seen seven year-olds take that more gracefully than you."

"Jack was better than this at three." Hotch piped up, an amused, seldom-seen smirk on his face.

"Guys," Reid spoke up, his voice much less light and airy than before, now grounded and strong, "Enough."

He didn't think he'd ever spoken with that much raw authority to his coworkers before. Sure, he'd given orders, he'd interrogated suspects, but he'd never silenced his team with two words before.

"Reid, we were-"

"Just give me a minute alone with him." Spencer glanced back at Derek, who was tracking everyone's movements with anxious eyes.

His coworkers, blissfully unaware and unrelating to the raw panic radiating off of Derek, shared a confused look. One by one, they stood, faces much more serious than when they'd been taunting Derek only moments ago. A few even mumbled out a mediocre apology to Spencer, as if he was the one that needed it.

"Derek," Spencer mirrored the man's former unprofessionalism, his voice soft and gentle as he set the needle down, stepping forwards a few steps, "I'm sorry for teasing you."

"It's stupid," Derek gritted out, his chest still heaving, "Hotch said- I'm in my thirties."

"It's not stupid," Spencer shook his head, walking closer and closer to Derek, "It's a phobia. I'm sorry I didn't realize before, I thought you were messing around."

"Don't apologize," Derek shook his head, screwing his eyes shut again, "I just- I can't do this."

"You have to," Spencer grimaced, finally standing in front of Derek, "I'm sorry, I wish there was some other alternative."

"I can't," Derek urged, "You don't understand, my brain won't let me-"

"I do understand." Spencer admitted, "Phobias can be crippling. And any situation seems better than this one right now. But this is mandatory, you have to complete these tests if you want to keep working here. If you don't do it now, you'll have to do it later, and I probably won't be the one administering the shot. Can I please help you with it today? I don't want you to have to do this again."

Spencer swore that he'd never seen Derek look closer to tears without actually crying. His chin was wobbling, his eyes glassy as his fingers clenched into fists to ground himself.

"I'll go slow," Spencer crooned, keeping his voice sweet and soothing, "Or- or fast, if that would help. You call the shots here- sorry, bad phrasing. But you know what I mean, you're in charge. Just because you need to complete the end goal doesn't mean you can't dictate the process."

"Nothing you can do will distract me."

"Actually," Spencer strode back to his desk, picking up an envelope from inside of his drawer, "I think these will keep you entertained for hours."

"What-"

"Baby pictures." Spencer pulled out a thick stack of photos, a slight blush on his face as he looked at the one on the top, "My mom sent them to me the other day. I kept meaning to get them out of here so that no one else could see them, but I guess it's good that I didn't."

"You can't possibly think that a few pictures of you as a kid are gonna distract me from a needle in my arm."

"I'm wearing a tie at age six," Spencer brandished the photo in question, one eyebrow raised, "You just told me the other day that you would bet money that I came out of my mom with a sweater vest on. I thought you'd want to see them. But if you don't want to," Spencer teasingly slipped the photos back into the envelope, heading back for his desk, "I can just-"

"Give me the pictures." Derek sighed, shakily peeling himself off of the wall he'd been leaning against, "Damn you and your stupid little baby glasses."

"I was six," Spencer chuckled, "I wasn't a baby."

"You're still a baby," Derek scoffed, "You're afraid of the dark."

"You're afraid of needles." Spencer deadpanned, leading Derek to his seat, "Did you forget what this was about?"

"Right," Derek sighed, his breath trembling in his throat, "Sorry, I-"

"Don't be sorry," Spencer shushed him, "That means the pictures worked. You were distracted, and you forgot about the shot. Keep looking, I'm pretty sure there's one in there of me reading War and Peace at far too young an age."

"Anything before sixty is far too young to read War and Peace," Derek grumbled, sifting through the photos in his lap "But, uh.. Thanks, Spencer."

Spencer smiled softly, the expression barely discernable as he rolled up the sleeve of Derek's t-shirt, "Just don't tell anyone else about the pictures."

"I can't promise that," Derek laughed incredulously, brandishing a picture of Spencer standing outside his university, two feet shorter and ten years younger than all of the other students there, "I'm keeping this one."

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dungeons-are-too-cold · 2 years

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Moreid Head Cannons: How They Get Together

Spencer gets Shirley Temples whenever the team goes out and he isn't having alcohol and Derek teases him about it until he tries one and now he always orders them for him and Spencer whenever they arrive at a bar or restaurant or anything.

It takes a while for Derek to admit it but he tells Spencer is makes him feel like a fancy lady when he drinks them and he loves it, cuz he never really had a chance to be softer and feminine growing up so sometimes little things like this make him feel better and feel more in touch with his feminine side

Spencer and Derek go out on fancy lady outings now where they go to lunch and get Shirley Temples and go shopping and gossip, just the two of them

As much as he loves Penelope, he likes doing this with Spencer as like a guy thing they do together just the two of them

Derek always feels so much pressure to be strong and masculine when he's out with the girls , and never was able to be completely relaxed like Spencer was when they crashed girls night, so they kept this a secret

Eventually the two of them decide to have a sleepover, something neither one of the ever had the chance to do growing up, and they stay up all night eating ice cream and doing online quizzes and eventually fall asleep in their sleeping bags in Spencers living room watching legally blonde

Derek take Spencer home for one of his sister's birthdays and decided he wants to do one of their fancy lady outings with his sisters, so they all pile into his car and go out to get Shirley temples and spend the whole afternoon gossiping and having a great time

His sisters end up giving both him and Spencer makeovers when they go shopping, and come home and make the boys do a whole skin care routine and they try a ton of new hair styles on Reid.

Derek actually really loves the way Spence looks with some of his hair pulled back with little butterfly clips

Spence even starts wearing a little bit of makeup sometimes after their trip back to Chicago

After the trip and how comfortable and expressive he felt spending time with Spencer and his sisters, he finally feels comfortable enough to come out to Spencer as gay

Reid essentially comes out too, telling Derek he's bisexual, but everyone basically already knew that after he came back from seeing Ethan with huge hickies down his neck a few years ago in Louisiana, he just handn't put it into words exactly

After their mutual coming out, their fancy lady outings start to get a little bit more and more like dates, and the sleep overs start to get more frequent

Derek even spent a few days in a row one weekend at Spencer's apartment because they really didn't want to spend any time apart anymore

Before they part that weekend, Spencer suggests that Derek and he think about possibly moving in together at some point in the future to which Derek says it's probably a bad idea, confusing Spencer, but he rushes out and back to his own apartment

it takes a while for Derek to be okay going on their outings again, but when he and Spencer finally go out again, he musters up the courage before they order their drinks to tell Spencer that the reason he stopped going on their outings and told him that it was a bad idea to move in together was that he has feelings for him and didn't want to make Spence uncomfortable with that because he just wanted to be friends

Spencer kinda laughs at the confession and tells Derek that he thought their little outings had already turned into dates and that he has feelings for him too.

They end up ordering their drinks eventually and Derek is very nervous since this is the first date he has consciously been on with a guy and Spencer measures him that he's very good at dating and that was even without trying

#okay so this basically turned into a bullet pointed fan fiction #but I love the idea of Spencer helping Derek become more comfortable with being feminine and being queer #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #derek morgan #derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan imagine #moreid #moreid fanfiction #derek morgan headcanon #spencer reid headcanon #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds watch through #blurbs from the dungeon

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spencerreidhaze · 2 years

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Pretty Boy

Summary: Derek dies on a case. Luke has big shoes to fill up.

Words count: 5.8k

Trigger warnings: death, grief, trauma, slightly bullying. angst and fluff.

note: it's my first text since like high school and it was YEARS ago. Also it's my first time ever writing in english. If you found this and read this, please give me some feedback. Enjoy xx

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There’s weight on his shoulder. There’s weight on his chest. There’s nothing on his mind.

Derek Morgan was supposed to get married this week next year. Derek Morgan is being buried today.

Spencer can’t force himself to look to his right. Can’t see his best friend’s fiancée. Can’t see his mother and sisters. He puts heavy, shiny, black coffin down and automatically bows his head, blinking so the tears messing up his view would go away. He takes a step back to line with Aaron, David and Will before returning to the crowd. Everyone at the scene is in tearful disbelief. Reid blankly watches as the coffin disappears in the ground. He feels Penelope holding his arm, crying on his shoulder. He feels tears on his own cheek, hears the priest talking and Savannah sobbing. He sees, feels and hears everything and he knows it’s gonna stay with him forever. He won’t be blessed with a sweet relief of the memories fading with time, like every other person around him will be in a few years. He is aware of the fact that 20 years from now he will be able to repeat every word that was said that day. He won’t forget the incenses smell, the ring of bells, the crying. He won’t forget Derek’s nephews heartbroken eyes. He won’t forget the fiancée, in all black, holding his mamma’s hand as they cry quietly, mourning the husband-to-be and an amazing son. Most importantly, he will vividly remember his best friend, a black suit covering the bullet hole in his chest, laying in a silk coffin pillows, dead from a shot that was not meant for him.

He shaked his head like a wet dog, when he walked out of the elevator. It’s been 7 weeks since Derek’s funeral. His first time back to work since the fatal case they were sent to. First time he won’t be blessed with “good morning pretty boy” and a cup of black coffee.

Reid walked through the door of the BAU bullpen, when he noticed someone new. Even though he was aware of the fact they will need another agent on the team, he was taken by surprise with his arrival.

- Spencer! – JJ smiled weakly, looking at him with worry – I missed you – he’s opening up his arms then closing her in a tight hug, eyes focused on the back of the head of a man sitting at a desk. The same desk that used to be Derek’s before he got his own office. The one next to Spencer’s. Even if he didn’t use it in over a year now, this desk was always Derek’s. No one got it after him. No one, until now.

- I missed you too – he finally said back, letting her out of his arms, forcing a smile to hide the thunderstorm of feelings in his head and heart – who’s that?

- That’s Luke Alvez. He is… - she started, glancing back at the new guy of the team.

- He’s Derek’s replacement – Reid finished before she could find better, less harsh words – it’s… it’s okey. We could see that coming.

He was right. He knew they were going to get a new member of the team. He was aware of the need for it. But expecting something to happen and witnessing it are two different things.

- Hi – he murmed not even looking at the new guy as he put his go-to bag under his desk. Instead of him, he looked at the desk. When Derek had it, it was covered in files, sports magazines, empty paper cups and protein bars wrappers. Right now there were two file case neatly put on the side, a small photo frame of a dog – Belgian Shepard if he wasn’t mistaken – and a big, military camo-themed cup of hot coffee.

- Hi! You must be Spencer, doctor Reid. Right? – Big brown eyes were fully focused on him, checking him out not so discretly. Spencer couldn’t help but compare them to his late best friends' eyes.

- Yep. Yes, that’s me. And you are…?

- Luke. Luke Alvez. I joined the team last week. – he explained as Spencer took his seat. He only nodded, getting used to the fact, that there is someone new around. New member of the team. New member of his family. He wasn’t entirely sure if he likes that idea.

- The coffee shop next to bureau is way better than ours coffee machine one – he offered, not wanting to start the relation badly.

- I went there once and didn’t like it, was too strong. This one is no better, but free. I prefer going to Joe’s caffee but the one next to my place was closed last week.

Spencer nodded, putting a weak smile as a reply before focusing on the paperwork he was behind with. No matter how hard he tried, all he could think was they replaced Derek.

- I hate to say it, but we have a case – Hotch’s voice brought him back from his thoughts. He looked up at the unit chief and walked to the conference room without a word.

Derek’s gone. He has to accept that. The least he can do now is focus on the lives he actually can save.

- We can tell the unsub has a specific type – JJ said, looking through the four pictures of the victims. All male, white, skinny, dark blond or light brown curly hair.

- Yes, no doubt. Pretty boys in their 20s and 30s, kinda like Spencer.

Luke could feel everyone freeze in their places, looking discretly at the two of them.

- What? – He looked around not understanding why his comment was met with such a strange reaction.

- Don’t ever call me pretty boy again – Spencer’s voice, not louder than the whisper, was undeniably full of sadness. Alvez couldn’t see his eyes, hidden behind the curtain of soft looking curls. Reid seemed like focused on the files in front of him, but something told him, that it wasn’t the case interest making him do that.

- Okey… Okey, I’m sorry – Luke nodded, looking around as people were checking on Spencer before moving on, leaving Luke with even more questions.

It took them six days and one more victim to catch the unsub. Spencer was thankful to be able to go back home right after they finished, not waiting for the next morning. He curled on his seat, covered in dark brown, fluffy blanket and dozed off when he noticed someone sitting across the small table. He opened his eyes, looking at Alvez.

- Sorry, didn’t want to wake you – he said quietly – just can’t keep listening to David talking about Italian food. Makes me even hungrier.

- Alright – Spencer nodded slightly before fixing the blanket – you should get used to it tho.

- He does that…

- Nearly every time. It’s either food or old cars or Vietnam war – he forced himself to smile weakly, remembering the time David joined them and the constant bets with Derek, loosing way too much money on it.

- You were close with him, weren’t you? – quiet voice brought him back from the thought train.

Realizing he’s staring at the empty place, usually taken by Morgan, he looked back at the new companion.

- With agent Morgan. JJ told me – Luke explained, looking at him like he was a wounded animal.

Maybe – Spencer thought - that’s what he was.

- Yes – he confirmed, checking up the empty seat once again, before lowering the sight on the book on the table – he was my best friend.

- I just… I hope you know I don’t want to replace him by any means – Alvez spoke up again, looking directly at Spencer – I don’t want to be “new” him. But I know you might see me like that for a moment and it’s okey too. I just want you to know… I don’t know. I would like to be your friend too, eventually.

Spencer looked up at him, blinking the tears away for god knows what time this week.

- Thank you. – he couldn’t say anything else, as his voice threatened to break down.

- Of course – the older one replied with a soft smile, looking at the genius boy for a moment longer before focusing on his iPhone.

One month later

Spencer didn't know, how hard the first birthday of Derek gonna be, until they happened. June 6th was on Saturday and it seemed like it’s gonna be the only good thing about that day.

He looked at the glittery blue box in his closet, the gift he randomly got for him a little over a week before the tragedy. Ever since then he had it hidden in the closet, waiting for the day he would enter Derek’s and Savannah’s new house, singing happy birthday with Garcia holding a homemade cake.

The reality hit him, when he realized there won’t be any more candles to blow for him, instead there’s gonna be one on a cold stone with his name on it.

He put it back on the shelf the moment he heard a knock on the door.

Hesitantly he opened the door just to see Luke on the other side of it.

- Hi. Figured… Figured it might be a hard day for you – he started, looking at the younger man with empathy – thought you might want a fresh coffee and a doughnut?

Spencer looked at him for a second before opening the door some more. Luke walked into the apartment, looking around curiously.

- Sorry for the mess, I was not expecting guests – Spencer looked around, disgusted a bit by what he saw. Cleaning wasn’t recently the top priority for him and he started regretting it, as he noticed few empty cups, paper wraps and empty take out boxes on the table

- Not a problem, seriously. How are you? – Luke put the donuts box on the coffee table.

- Holding on, I guess.

They both took their places on the couch, holding hot paper cups. Alvez opened the box of sweets and took the one with green sparkles on it.

- I lost a buddy too – he started after a moment, gaining Spencer’s attention – during a war. We met at training and then were signed together. Then during one mission… We fell into a trap. I was the lucky one to survive and the miserable one, watching as he dies in my arms with his blood on my hands.

- I’m sorry – that was all Spencer was able to say, looking at the older guy with mix of emotions he struggled to name, remembering his own friend with head on his lap, as he laid on the hard wooden floor bleeding out.

- My point is... I had no one to rely on, as every one was mourning the loss. But you Spencer… you don’t have to be alone.

Another soft, sad smile broke Spencer’s heart a little more. After a few seconds of hesitation, he decided to finally speak out.

- Pretty boy. That’s the nickname Derek gave me – he looked at Luke, just to make sure that it’s okey to share, before focusing on the cup in his hands again, blinking to get rid of tears – when I joined BAU I was 23 and the only reason they accepted my application was because of my intellectual… gift. I graduated academy not knowing how to properly hold a gun. Derek… Derek had the desk next to mine and for the first few days he was a total pain in the ass. Constantly called me “pretty boy” and God, I hated it. But even with the teasing and jokes and sarcasm… I noticed he was always there. One time we went on a case to Boston and there had been those two cops. They tried to mock me and underestimated every word I said. Most likely because I looked like I barely graduated high school when they were way taller and manlier than me. Derek… Derek was the first one to stand up for me. – he smiled sadly, wiping up a tear from his cheek – He yelled at them and humiliated them in front of every one. Pretty sure he was ready to throw punches if it wasn’t for Hotch. Anyway, that was the first time I realized he can be my friend and not only the guy I work with. That’s… that’s when he turned into my older brother. The nickname stucked and I knew I was safe when I heard him say that. I knew someone cares and is there to protect me when everything gets more… intense.

Luke nodded, looking at Spencer with sympathy. He already knew why Spencer has forbidden anyone call him pretty boy, but it was still good to hear him say it in his own words, his own emotions and stories.

- I’m not sure what to do now – a quiet confession left Reids mouth a moment later – he was putting up with me on so many levels both professionally and privately that now I don’t know what to do. There’s no one to call me those stupid two words anymore and I can’t believe I fought over them for a month. Now I miss hearing him say that. I miss what they meant. And it breaks my heart every day.

- I think – Luke started cautiously, looking at the genius next to him – that you won’t find another him. But just because there won’t be another Derek, doesn’t mean there won’t be another person to be there for you, protect you and… “put up” with you, as you described. You just need to let people into your life again and let us fill up the missing pieces as much as we can.

- Do you… Do you want to do that? – Spencer looked up at the man next to him with both hope and disbelief in his eyes – Fill up some place, I mean?

Luke couldn’t help but smile the smile you use when you see an adorable child confused about the life around him. That was the same way Spencer was confused about him wanting to be friends.

- Of course, Spence. I would be honored if you let me.

All he could do was nod, before leaning on his shoulder for the first time, getting used to the new bound they found and could share.

Luke Alvez knew Spencer Reid was special the moment he heard about him from unit chief Aaron Hotchner months ago. The man referred to him as “doctor” despite the fact he was barely 30. Then he saw the desk next to his, totally covered in books and notes.

But he was absolutely sure he’s more than special the moment he saw him for the first time that day in the bullpen. Ever since he looked at the tall man, he tried to become his friend. He knew by the looks on the teams face and the way JJ hugged him that morning, that there would be nothing better in the world than being able to say “Spencer Reid is my friend”.

He was reminded of that the first time they had dinner over at Rossi’s, a week after their first case together. Aaron and JJ brought their kids with them and it was hard to look away, when Spencer was just right there, sitting on the bench with two little boys, showing them magic tricks and observing as their faces lit up just because they got the attention of the genius. It was a long time since he heard a laugh this carefree and loud and it made his heart grow, knowing who made these two little boys laugh so hard.

He watched him all night, interacting with the team and their spouses with nothing but care and love. The way Spencer protectively put an arm on Emily’s side as she tripped. The way he kissed JJ’s head when she hugged him. The way he laughed at Will’s unfunny jokes. The way he helped Rossi with the dishes after they ate amazing food. Everything he did was filled with affection and deep connection to the people around him. Every smile was genuine. Every gesture was natural. Spencer was nothing but love circling around them.

The only time his heart ached was when Spencer was left alone. These few minutes of loneliness on the patio with a glass of apple juice in hand and happy sparks in his eyes replaced with longing, as he looked up at the stars. He knew exactly who is he interacting with at that moment.

Eventually, he was able to say those words too. Spencer Reid was his friend.

After the shared pain, comfort and a few mint and chocolate donuts on Spencer’s couch he could surely say that this genius boy accepted him as one of his friends.

However, during the time of getting to know each other better, Luke knew that being his friend might not be enough. That maybe there was one thing better than the friendship – that’s being his partner.

At the very beginning he didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, that he might have a crush on the tall, skinny, younger man. Spencer Reid was straight, right? Luke had to accept that and direct his affection somewhere else.

June 6th was the day Spencer became him friend but also the day he could no longer use the same excuse he has been repeated to his heart whenever they aw each other. Everything thanks to Derek Morgan – again - and the disgustingly cute picture on the wall in the living room. Luke noticed it after the talk, when Spencer went to the bathroom to fix the contact lenses, messed up by the tears. It had to be taken years ago cuz the genius boy was even skinnier and the clothes he was wearing were way too loose on him. His hair was a bit longer too, covering part of his face as he shyly held a pink-purple-blue flag on a stick in his hand. Derek stood next to him with a sign “Bi the way, I’m a genius” with a glittery arrow pointed at Reid.

- This was my first and only pride parade. He took me there after they found out about my sexuality – unsure voice broke the silence of the room. Luke looked at him and smiled a little.

- Didn’t you like it?

- I did, I guess… I was overwhelmed and confused but I didn’t hate it.

- Then why didn’t you go again?

Spencer shrugged his arms, sitting back on the couch before looking up with a soft smile.

- We planned but whenever there was one we were called on a case. So there was never really a chance. It’s alright tho. Derek and Penelope were happy to be there with me that one time and I guess I couldn’t ask for better first time anyway.

Luke only nodded, still processing the fact, that this pretty boy sitting on brown leather couch, wearing too big sweater and slim sweatpants was bisexual, therefore the crush he developed in him wasn’t as irrational as he tried to make it.

Six months later

- Don’t move – Luke looked at Spencer sitting on the edge of the bathtub, as he was changing his band aid. He hated the fact he wasn’t there when Reid got punched by the unsub, left with a cut on the eyebrow and black eye.

- I’m trying – he whined back, looking at him like an impatient child – are we done here?

- I would be by now if you didn’t move so much.

- I’m sorry. You could put a shirt on, you know – he complained as Luke took a step back to make sure the new band aid won’t fell off like the previous two Spener tried by himself.

- Why? You don’t like the view? – He smiled jokingly, wiggling his upper body imitating some sort of dance move. Spencer bursted out laughing but he could swear his cheeks were more pink than before.

- Please stop before I enjoy the view too much – he managed to say in between giggles and Luke’s stomach flipped.

- Doctor Spencer Reid, are you flirting with me? – he asked only half joking, his mind already blank.

- That depends, how is it going? – Shy but still cheeky smile appeared on Reid face.

- Quite good actually – he managed to say under his breath when younger one stood up and looked in the mirror, fixing a button of his shirt.

- Then the possibility of me trying to flirt with you are most likely high enough to claim them as a confirmation.

Luke was too surprised to speak before Spencer left the hotel room’s bathroom and got back to packing his stuff.

- You don’t want to be late – he added louder, making the ex-military man finally get ready.

- So? When are you gonna tell Luke you’re in love with him? – JJ asked quietly, pulling Reid out of his thoughts.

They were sitting in the jet on their way back, Luke sleeping at the front seat next to Rossi who was sipping on whiskey, Spencer took the seat in the back, trying to catch some rest, away from the team.

- I’m not in love with him – he whispered quickly, looking around scared that someone hears them.

- You've been watching him sleep for the last… 7 minutes – she said looking at her watch then back at him – you keep turning your head whenever he passes by and then look again when he walks out of the door, you leave your apartment earlier each morning to bring him a cup of coffee from that Joe’s coffee shop that’s further away from your place just because he likes it more, even tho he probably never directly told you that…

- He mentioned it once – he interrupted, but she didn’t bother pausing the monologue.

-… when we enter the unsub place he is the first person you look at after shots are fired, and frankly, you are the first person he checks up on too. He looks at you with stars in his eyes whenever you info-dump us, he always stays close to you at every police station, shielding you from the looks of those cops. Somehow he knows when you need a break and finds the most stupid excuse to take you out of the crowd for at least a few minutes, he always brings you extra chocolate and walnut doughnut and can’t take his eyes off of you whenever you’re not looking. You two are so obviously in love it’s painful to watch, especially since the two of you are the only ones not seeing it. Rossi and Hotch are taking bets on whether or not you two finally get together.

- What? – Spencer looked at his friend dumbfounded – Alvez is… Luke is gay?

JJ rolled her eyes in disbelief before looking back at him.

- Spence I… yes. – she decided to drop the sarcastic comment purely because of the hope she noticed in his big brown eyes – Luke is gay and it’s not that I think he might be, I surely know he is. He directly came out to me, Hotch and Rossi long ago, when we had that gay bar victim case you had to skip for your mom. So please, do something about it because if Rossi wins the bet none of us will hear the end of it before he kicks the bucket.

All Spencer could do was nod, looking at her confused, happy, scared and lost at the same time.

“Do you like me? Yes (check the bottom), no (throw it away and forget).”

Luke looked at the black sign on the note sticked to the coffee cup. The letters were slim, slightly cursive, elegant. Then he looked at the back of genius boy’s head few desks away, reading over Prentiss shoulder. He carefully lifted his cup to check the bottom of it.

“I like you too”

He smiled like a fool, putting the cup back on his desk, catching Spencer’s eyes. He winked once, making the younger one smile back before they both went back to their tasks.

It took over two hours but he finally was left alone with Spencer, doing their paper work at their desks.

- So… - he started, looking at the younger boy – you like me?

- Of course I like you, you’re my friend, remember? – he finally looked up at Alvez, small smile on his lips.

- Do you leave the “I like you” cups of coffee on everyones desks then? – he teased a little, admiring how Spencer’s cheeks turn red.

- I guess I don’t do that to everyone.

Luke’s heart skipped a beat before starting racing. He looked at Spencer cautiously, swallowing hard before speaking out again.

- Good. I would really like to take you out for dinner then.

Spencer looked up at the older man in front of him in pure shock. At this point he obviously knew Luke might like him more than as a friend but he didn’t expect this. His brain was shut down for moment before the thoughts started their race and he couldn’t catch one for more than a split second. Does it mean he really likes him? Is it going to be a date? What if it’s just a stupid prank? What if…

- Spence? – the worried voice brought him back. He looked at him, realizing Luke was still waiting for the answer.

- I’d love to – he finally said, smiling happily. Luke nodded, biting his lip, knowing if he wouldn’t do that, the smile would probably break his face.

The dinner had to be postponed due to case. They sat together on the jet, Spencer felt every inch of his leg that was touching Luke’s. The flight was short, not more than two hours before they landed in Chicago.

Luke, Hotch and Spencer went straight to the police station as the rest had to check the crime scene and talk to the victim’s family. Secretly Reid was relieved it wasn’t his turn this time to talk to grieving parents or partners. He barely made peace with his own grief to face it again.

- You can take the room at the end of the hall, we put the white board in it. Please, let me know if you need anything more – the sheriff showed them the way and disappeared.

He followed the two older men to their temporary workplace, wasting no time before sitting down, trying to create a geographical profile.

Over an hour later Luke was walking down the hall with two cups of coffee they desperately needed when he heard Spencer’s annoyed, slightly raised voice.

- What are you doing? Do not touch it! Don’t touch me!

Luke nearly ran the remaining distance with heart in his throat. He entered the room, looking deadly at the two regular cops there on both sides of Spencer.

- Come on, pretty boy, pink and blue stickers won’t help us solve the case but they might look nice in your girly hair – the older, slightly chubby one said, reaching to Spencer’s head with pink sticker in hand.

Reid’s shoulder tensed at that even more, Luke noticed another sticker on the other side of his head. It made blood boil in his veins.

- Touch him again, I dare you – Alvez barely recognized his own voice, sounding so cold and dangerous even Spencer looked at him worried.

- Chill man, we’re just messing with him.

- We have four bodies, two kidnapped women and approximately fifteen hours to find them alive. My pretty boy is the only one trying to find them out of the three of you so address him as the doctor he is and do not touch him ever again or you two morons will have to mess with me. Don’t try me.

Next thing he knew the doors were loudly closed when two newbies left the room. He looked worried at younger man, putting coffee cups on the table.

- Are you okey? – he asked, not realizing it was the first time he called him pretty boy out loud since their first case months ago.

He avoided it but couldn’t help it, the cute nickname stucked in his head, fitting the genius perfectly. Carefully, he took the pink sticker out of his hair and handed it to Reid, so he could use it again on the map.

- Yes, thank you.

Spencer focused on the task in front of him, putting the messed stickers in the right places before looking up at him shyly.

- You didn’t have to help me here.

- Yes, I had to – he smiled softly before he sat next to him, taking a sip of his coffee – So, tell me what you found. I could hear your brain working down the hall.

Spencer started explaining everything, focusing back on the case and not on the way Luke looked at him the whole time.

- You never told me how the rest found out about you being bisexual.

Hush voice broke silence as both of them was in their beds in a hotel room, unable to fall asleep.

- I had a boyfriend, Ethan, few years ago – he started after a moment of consideration - it wasn’t anything serious and didn’t last long. He helped me… discover that part of me. He was two years older, doing master’s degree in international relations as I was doing the Phd in physics. We met on the campus by accident. Anyway, it was short but… sweet, I’d say. He was very respectful of my every choice, we just weren’t… compatible. Few years later we worked on a case and they were considering him an unsub. I knew he would never hurt anyone, so I had to explain to them that he was not that kind of a person. It slipped that we were a thing during his interrogation. Derek took me on the side and asked directly what is it about and eventually I came out to the whole team. It wasn’t a big moment or anything, I just never considered it as anyone’s business. Next month him and Pen took me to a pride parade in D.C. and JJ with Hotch started acting a bit more protective whenever the case included queer people.

Luke listened to every word, trying to ignore the irrational jealousy in his chest at the thought of Spencer with another man. It was a closed chapter but somehow made him feel… threatened.

- You called me your pretty boy today – Spencer added quietly when Luke didn’t say anything after his story.

- Did I? I’m sorry – he whispered back, recalling the moment of not biting his tongue on time.

- I’m not mad. Just… curious. You called me your pretty boy. Why?

Luke froze for a moment, trying to find an acceptable reason or lie for Spencer. There wasn’t any.

- I know you don’t like others calling you that, but… It fits you so well, you know? You’re just so beautiful inside and out and I couldn’t help but think about you like that even when I didn’t want to say it out loud. I’m really sorry I did it today. They crossed a line and looks like I did too.

The tension in the dark room nearly suffocated him, as he waited for his friend’s reaction.

- I liked it – soft confession finally broke the silence around them as Spencer fixed his position to look at the side profile of the older man – made me feel… safe again.

- When I called you pretty boy? – Luke also turned on his side to look at Reid, confused.

- When you called me yours.

Alvez smiled, looking at the genius in the next bed, able to notice him blushing in the moonlight.

- Does that mean I can call you pretty boy from now?

- That means you can call me your pretty boy from now.

Luke smiled a little, reaching out to Spencer as he intertwined their fingers in the gap between two beds.

- My pretty boy. I like that. Can I call you other ways too?

- Like what? – the confusion in Reid’s voice made him smile a bit more, biting his lip.

- My… partner? Boyfriend? – the last one barely audible but Spencer heard that loud and clear like it was a bomb blowing off in between them.

- Conventionally, you should take me on a date first – he finally replied, looking at him with a soft smile – then probably kiss me as you would walk me home, then ask about being your boyfriend.

- I should – he smiled a little, realizing Spencer didn’t say “no” just yet.

- Good thing we’re past conventions and first dates – Reid squeezed his hand slightly – I like to do things backwards anyway – added, smiling at him shyly – so yes, you can call me your boyfriend or your pretty boy or your partner, as long as it includes the “yours” part.

- My everything then – Luke got up just to kneel next to Spencer’s bed – and I believe as we start from the end, the next step is the kiss?

Reid looked up at him, smiling softly but a bit nervously. Never in his wildest dreams he would picture a scenario like this one.

- Yes, I think that was the middle step of that.

He didn’t manage to back the words with a nod before he felt full, warm lips on his. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, kissing back the man he dreamed about for the past few months, releasing his fingers from the grip just to put his arms around his neck. He sighed surprised, feeling warm tongue on his, before biting it slightly, causing other man to gasp before breaking the kiss. Spencer slowly opened his eyes, looking up at him. Skin on his chin a bit red from the two-days stubble of Lukes, starry eyes looking into the older ones, shining from the full moon light outside.

- Wow – that was all he managed to say, making the older man smile widely.

- Wow – he repeated before kissing his lips again, this time the kiss was slow, sweet and short – that sounds like an interesting dinner when we get back home – he whispered by his lips.

Spencer lifted his hand, brushing his thumb on rough cheek.

- Don’t make it just one dinner.

Luke smiled happily, looking at the younger boy with nothing but love and affection, taken aback by the mirroring feelings in his partner’s eyes.

- There will be more than one, my pretty boy. As many as you let me.

#ralvez #luke alvez #spencer reid #criminal minds #ralvez writing #ralvez fanfiction #ralvez fic #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagine #ralvez imagine #criminal minds fanfic #derek morgan #moreid

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artcake · 2 years

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A true polycule OT3

(full spicy image on my Twitter)

#morceid #moreid #morcia #garceid #poly #polyamory #throuple #spicy #penelope garcia #derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanart #look i just love them ok #imagine how theyd all be so supportive and good for each other #fan art #my art #full image on twitter as usual

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Randomly got swept up into reading criminal minds fanfics recently -a little weird considering I haven’t watched criminal minds in at least a year- and I’ve been enjoying it, but whenever a moreid fic describes Spencer looking up at Derek when they’re both supposed to be standing I can’t help but imagine Derek in a spectacular pair of high heels and it’s been all I can think about for the last hour

#criminal minds #derek morgan #spencer reid #moreid

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spritehouse · 9 months

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cry for help, i am not joking (wip)

moreid angst

⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS: nsfw (not graphic), drug use, self harm, suicide attempts, overdosing, spencer & derek's canon trauma, unhealthy relationships & coping mechanisms, hospitals, internalized homophobia, disordered eating⚠️

(please let me know if i missed anything)

a brain dump where spencer and derek start fucking after georgia, leeching off of each other and spiraling

The first time it happens is after Georgia, Tobias and Charles Hankel, and Raphael, after Spencer stares down the barrel of a gun and refuses to choose one of his teammates.

The first time it happens, Spencer’s high, pupils pinpricks, reactions delayed, and Derek pretends he doesn’t notice.

They’re both acting, weaving their bodies together, turning blind eyes to the scar tissue against exposed skin, long, vertical lines down the younger brunette’s back, surgery scars from a life of self-sacrificing recklessness tearing into the older’s skin, more lines from when they stopped teetering on the edge of life and death, imagining a strong push either way, letting themselves fall— Spencer when he was ten, twelve, fifteen, eighteen and Derek when he was thirteen, fifteen, sixteen, eighteen— relishing in glimpses of free fall, flying until the same hands that hurt them hauled them back.

They’re both performing, pressing messy kisses against lips, collarbones, spines, and thighs, dancing for the audience, watching their lives unfold, unraveling and undoing years of progress in one night, wearing masks, of feeling something and nothing.

Derek pretends he can’t count Spencer’s ribs, can’t feel his hips jutting out, and wrap his hands around his company’s limbs, fingertips touching; he pretends he can’t connect the dots in the crooks of Spencer’s elbows— both, because the genius is ambidextrous— like constellations, solar systems of undoing, bruises exploding from the stars, life imploding like supernovae.

Spencer pretends he doesn’t see the bruises covering Derek’s knuckles, ribs, shoulders, and back from taking his anger out on punching backs, walls, and unsubs, from getting into fights— boxing, MMA, on the streets, imagining he’s thirteen again, stooping down to every expectation of him. He ignores the long, grasping scratches against Derek’s back from the faceless girls he takes home, reminding himself who he’s supposed to love.

They don’t talk— that night or the days following— but they fuck.

They collide in bathrooms, closets, empty offices, and conference rooms halfway across the country, matching the number marks they make on each other with the ones they make on themselves.

They fuck in hotels after Spencer shoots up in the bathroom with the door, ignoring how the younger brunette is too high out of his mind to do much besides lay there and how Derek slows to check his pulse, making sure he’s still alive before continuing.

Spencer learns how to do his makeup, painting over bruises, bite marks, and hickeys from nights they’re both too lost, dissociating, high, drunk, manic, depressed, whatever it is that night to prevent, going through the motions until they fall asleep tangled, too exhausted for nightmares.

Spencer breaks it off first, trying to get sober, and the first to come crawling back in the throes of withdrawal, sweating and shaking, blood spilling from where his nails gouged into his crawling skin.

They fuck until he can’t think about the drugs, about Tobias, Charles, Raphael, Georgia, his parents, anything, replacing one addiction with another, clawing at Derek’s skin until he spills blood and the older man can breathe again, relishing in the clarity the pain brings.

They fuck until he can’t think about Buford, his dad, the boys that waited around corners and after school to beat him up until his blood isn’t his, but another unsub’s, flowing under thundering fists until the world calls him a hero, not murderer, victim, weak, helpless, or a plethora of slurs that seep through his skin, latching onto his aching heart and burning lungs.

In the morning, they fuck, get dressed, drink coffee, and drive to work.

Spencer’s things, clothes from his go-bags, mugs, books, and trinkets spread through Derek’s house, the time between trips to his cold, dark apartment growing until he stops, spending time between work and breaking down in the guest bathroom, guest bedroom, kitchen, living room, Derek’s room, Derek’s bedroom, everywhere in their house fucking or destroying himself instead of clinging to the act of okay-ness he put on for two decades.

They alternate bad days because there isn’t enough blood to spill, enough bandages for both of them in one night, oxygen to relieve their burning lungs, falling into a routine of panic attacks and nightmares, breaking down, cleaning blood from the crevices between tiles in the bathroom until they agree to restrict their self-destruction to the bathtub because they’re running out of towels.

They become each other’s emergency contacts when Derek carries Spencer into the ER after finding him in a pool of vomit, an empty bottle of dilaudid in his limp hands, too scared of being alone to give the younger man the escape they crave.

They give the doctors fake names, tell them it was an accident, and it doesn’t take profilers to know they don’t believe them, but the nurses don’t push.

They walk into work the following morning— the younger brunette still unsteady on his feet, thoughts hazy, while Derek covers for him until Hotch tells them to go home.

Spencer drives them to a different hospital a week later when he finds Derek on the floor, coughing up blood as more thick crimson flows from his arms.

They lie to doctors, leave before they can ask too many questions, and Spencer rides the older brunette because he’s too tired for anything else, making sure to roll off Derek’s cracked ribs before passing out.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #derek morgan #angst #spencer reid fanfiction #moreid #moreid fic #derek morgan fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS #wip #drabble #i am sleep deprived #derek morgan fic #moreid fanfiction #shortmc

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whitworth-waldo · 1 year

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OKOKOK SO MOREID PROMPT??

we all know Matthew Gray (Grey??) Gubler used to model, so IMAGINE: a string of murders in Las Vegas completely stumps the police and one of the latest victims (or all of them) is a model. Just so happens, Spencer used to model for the agency. He tries to hide it bc itd be embarrassing, but the team finds out (either bc his name is on file or a manager/employee/whoever recognizes him or something else) and they see his headshots and photoshoots and all that

Bonus Points if Morgan becomes really flustered and they end up together

#moreid #uhhh what other tags #i dont wanna tag main #derek morgan x spencer reid #pls write this #i am begging

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The Kids Aren't Alright | Chapter 1

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A/N - welcome to this new world of nonsense I've been working on. Imagine Scooby Doo but slutty and here we are. Only tagged my OG taglist but let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts. Title and lyrics from a song by The Offspring.

Chapter Summary - Welcome to the Break Away Unity Summer Camp and meet the ragtag team of counsellors responsible for keeping the place together, and failing miserably.

Pairing - Spencer Reid x BAU Team / Later Chapters include Moreid, Temily and Ralvez.

Category - mystery | coming of age | fluff | angst | smut

Content Warnings - mentions of sexual activity, mentions of sexual identity, slutty Spencer, sad Luke, smoking.

Word Count - 4.6k

Chapter 1 - The Kids Aren't Alright

When we were young, the future was so bright,

The old neighborhood was so alive,

And every kid on the whole damn street,

Was gonna make it big and not be beat.

“When was the last time you saw Riley Jenkins?”

The question was posed to each of them in turn, one on one so they couldn’t corroborate their stories with one another, so they couldn’t confer and cover any tracks that may have been left behind. It was a tactic used by law enforcement to get the unadulterated version of events following a crime. They had to ensure they got the full truth of what had happened without outside bias. Each of them had been sequestered to their cabins, alone, whilst one by one they were dragged in the office to recount their side of the events that had led to this particular occurance.

One at a time they were all subjected to the same line of questioning from the stern woman who paid their wages, the power of the situation clearly going to her head. Erin Strauss took to the role of detective like it was made for her, and as though she wasn’t merely the manager of a summer camp that had seen better days. She’d stepped away from her post for no more than twenty four hours, leaving the most senior of her staff in charge, and a child had gone missing. This could be a media nightmare if she couldn’t ascertain exactly what happened in her absence that led to the disappearance of seventeen year old Riley Jenkins.

The once prestigious Break Away Camps had been the summer destination for the teens of Virginia. Back when Strauss had been just a counsellor the camp had been split into two, one for boys and one for girls. Several years ago now the camps had been brought out and merged into one: The Break Away Unity Camp, affectionately nicknamed the BAU. Strauss had been promoted and in all honesty it had been all downhill from there.

The money stopped flowing as much and they’d had to cut back on activities, their former staff now replaced by a mismatched group of wayward teens and twenty somethings. They had fewer campers with each passing year and Strauss knew it was only a matter of time before the BAU was sold on again, only this time it would probably be bulldozed in lieu of building luxury lakefront vacation homes.

If someone was to pose the same question to Erin Strauss as she was to her staff - when was the last time you saw Riley Jenkins? - she wouldn’t have an answer for you. If truth be told Strauss did not know the names and faces of the kids that descended on her camp every year. They came for two weeks, swarmed the camp and left before another group of kids arrived for their stay. This repeated all summer, how was she supposed to keep up? She spent her time in her office, rarely seen out and about and yesterday when the boy had gone missing she wasn’t even on site. She thought she could trust Hotch to keep an eye on the place for one day. She should have known better than to leave a twenty six year old expectant father in charge when he’d had bigger things on his mind. It was Hotch’s final summer working at the BAU Camp, trying to make some last minute cash before his son was born.

Strauss knew once the cops got involved and she had to explain that she’d left the camp in the hands of Hotch and the rest of the motley crew, she would be liable regardless of what happened to Riley. So she needed to get to the bottom of this before cops needed to intervene. She was not going down with the sinking ship that was the Break Away Unity Camp.

So she was going to grill her camp counsellors until she found out the truth of what happened to Riley Jenkins and if she was lucky they would find the boy before the cops needed to be involved. If she was unlucky she might have to cover up a crime. But she'd cross that bridge if she came to it.

One by one she hauled them into her office, stared them down and asked them the simple question: when was the last time you saw Riley Jenkins? And what she unearthed would be more than just a can of worms.

***

Twenty Four Hours Prior

“What do you know, kid?”

Spencer Reid pushed his messy hair back from his eyes and looked up from his chemistry textbook to see the ageing face of the Break Away Unity Camp’s resident chef staring down on him inquisitively. The older man slid a cardboard cup in front of him, his usual black coffee with three sugars no doubt, as if by way of bribing him for the inside scoop. The older man was a gossip hound, probably the only way he got through the day at his menial job. Spencer felt bad for him, it must be a boring existence to be surrounded by teens all the time.

“I can only assume you aren’t referring to my learnings on electrodes and potentiometry?” Spencer closed his book and kicked the chair opposite him so it slid out, welcoming the old man to take a seat.

There was a beat in which the man glared at him as though he were speaking an entirely foreign language before he shook it off like always when Spencer started talking chemistry.

“You assume correctly.” He sat down with a slight roll of his eyes. “I mean, what do you know about old Strauss? I heard she’s left for the day and left Hotchner in charge?”

“I find it ironic that you’re referring to her as old,” Spencer scoffed as he picked up the bribery coffee and took a sip. “But how could you have possibly heard that so fast?”

“I have my sources.” David Rossi wiggled his grey eyebrows at the young boy with a smirk.

It was barely six am and Strauss had left not a half an hour ago. The only people up at such an hour were Rossi who should be prepping for the breakfast rush, Spencer who ran on as little as a few hours sleep each night and Hotch who was probably trying to wrangle the other counsellors out of bed.

Spencer spent most of his mornings in the cafeteria with Rossi, usually with the older man trying to prize gossip out of him. Spencer being the quiet bookworm he was often heard things around the camp he shouldn’t have been privy to. They say the walls have ears, so do wall flowers. Although his shy and nerdy facade was mostly for show, not everyone was aware of this fact.

More often than not the young genius was awake by five, showered and dressed by quarter past and sitting in the canteen pouring over a textbook over a cup of coffee by half past. In the fall he was starting on his second PhD in chemistry and he'd no doubt have finished the course reading by the time his classes started. He’d been granted a scholarship but his summer job at the BAU Camp was a way to make money for school supplies. It was his first year working at the camp but he’d been coming as a camper since he was fifteen years old, right up until last year when he’d hit the cut off age of eighteen. Now at nineteen he was the youngest camp counsellor, but certainly the most reliable of them.

Spencer sipped coffee and checked his watch before pushing his chair back.

“Maybe you should spend less time hunting out gossip and more time cooking. You’ve got a half hour until the breakfast rush starts.”

As he got to his feet, grabbing up his book and coffee he noticed the panic wash over Rossi’s face while he hurried to his feet.

“Good advice kid!” Rossi was already scurrying across the hall towards the kitchen. “I’ll save you some waffles.”

“Thanks, Dave.” Spencer smiled to himself as he took a leisurely stroll outside into the blistering summer heat, cradling his book to his chest and sipping the remains of coffee.

Break Away Unity Camp was Spencer’s happy place, it always had been. It was two weeks of the year he could get away from all the expectations that came from being a child prodigy and an excuse to palm his sick mother off on his aunt for a short period of time. At BAU camp he could just be a normal teenager and Spencer relished that. Last year when he’d turned eighteen he’d had his mother committed to a facility so now he was free to spend the entire summer months working at the one place in the world he’d always felt safe.

The camp held great memories for Spencer. It was here at the camp, behind the sports building where he’d had his first kiss at sixteen years old with Alicia Martin. The following year he experienced his first blow job from his cabin-mate, Alicia’s brother Daniel. It was a week later in the same cabin that Spencer lost his virginity, not to Daniel, but to another teen named Joseph DiMarco. Last year he had his first sexual encounter with a girl, Alicia’s best friend Margot.

He’d spent so much time being the youngest of his peers and so he’d never had a chance to explore his sexuality. Camp allowed him to be around kids his own age and had led to an awakening of sorts for the young genius. Spencer came to the realisation that he didn’t care much about who he was having sex with, just as long as he was having sex with someone. His geekiness worked in his favour as no one suspected it from the sweet, innocent little genius.

That thought made him smile to himself as he headed past the campers cabins, further down the hill towards the counsellors cabins. Thankfully counsellors weren’t required to share housing, although it might have helped Spencer get laid if he had a roommate. But it wouldn’t deter him. The camp had only been open for summer for a few weeks and he had his sights set on a few of his fellow counsellors.

His own cabin was situated on the end of the boys row, his next door neighbour was the painfully attractive Derek Morgan, who despite his outward attempts at hitting on every woman on the staff, the way he looked at Spencer was not lost on the younger boy. Morgan might like to think himself as straight, but Spencer had a feeling he could be swayed.

As he padded up the slightly creaky wooden steps towards his cabin, the door to the cabin next door groaned as it was thrown open and heavy boots stepped out onto the porch.

“Morning, pretty boy.” Derek Morgan called across to his neighbour as he was slotting the key in the old lock.

“Good morning, Morgan.” Spencer replied, looking up at him through his wild hair.

He tried to hide the smirk from his lips as he noticed Morgan try to subtly eye him up and down in the way no straight man would. It made his stomach jumble into knots the way Morgan looked at him but he tried to brush it off.

“Coming to help corral the breakfast madness?” Morgan flexed his strong biceps as he stretched, the tight fabric of his burgundy camp-issued polo shirt hugging the muscles tightly.

Spencer was sure he did it on purpose.

“I’ll be right there. Just got to change.” Try not to imagine it, Spencer chuckled internally as Morgan swallowed thickly.

“Uh…right sure. See you soon.” Morgan quickly averted his gaze and started down the steps away from his cabin.

Once alone again, Spencer’s lips tugged up into a large smile as he unlocked the cabin door and slipped inside. The tension between him and Morgan was palpable and there was only one thing that would fix that.

Spencer shuddered at the mere thought as he quickly changed into his uniform and willed himself not to get too excited. The flimsy camp-issued shorts would not hide that kind of secret.

***

He pursed his lips and exhaled the smoke slowly, tilting his head back and watching as it descended into the air and dissipated. It felt almost poetic, the way in which he sometimes wished to be like that trail of smoke and be able to vanish so easily. He took another long pull on the cigarette, trying to shake himself out of the self-pity spiral he so often found himself in, and leant his head back against the wooden boards of the side of the boat shack.

His bare legs dangled over the side of the dock, the cool water from the lake lapping around his calves as those stupid shorts continued to ride higher up his thighs. He ignored them and focused his vision out across the water to the other side of the lake and the trees beyond and only briefly thought about hopping in a canoe and disappearing into the lush greenery forever.

It’s not to say that he was depressed, not clinically anyway. Luke Alvez just found sometimes that he’d quite like to be anyone else in the world other than Luke Alvez. There was no particular reason for the feeling the way he did, no catalyst to the onslaught of intrusive thoughts. Luke figured he was just born this way. He thought he’d grow out of it as he edged out of his teen angst, but now at twenty one he felt more lost and miserable than ever.

Working at this damn summer camp didn’t help matters either. The rest of the staff were all so pally, they’d mostly all worked together here for several summers and Luke felt a little like the newbie, the outsider. Admittedly they did try to involve him but Luke kept everyone at arm's length. There was only one person he mildly tolerated and that was more because she’d taken it upon herself to befriend him and not the other way around. So he wasn’t at all surprised when he heard footsteps heading up the dock behind him and he knew without looking it would be her.

“Can I bum one of those?” She spoke as she sat next to him, uninvited, crossing her legs beneath her on the deck.

Luke took another drag of his own cigarette before holding out the pack for her. He watched her light it before she smiled at him and took a long pull.

“Shouldn’t you be at breakfast?” He stubbed his cigarette butt out and deposited it with the others next to his boots.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Emily Prentiss smiled around the cigarette cushioned between her lips.

“Touché.” The slightest hint of a smile graced Luke’s features, the most anyone ever got of one anyway.

Luke lit another cigarette and they sat by the dock smoking in companionable silence. It was one of the reasons Luke tolerated Emily more than most, she didn’t force conversation from him, she was just as happy as he was with the quiet. And sometimes even a loner like Luke Alvez liked a little company.

In another life he and Emily may have made a good couple. In another life where he was straight and she was too. Not that they’d ever talked about their sexualities, they’d never talked about much at all, but he knew Emily liked women the same way she knew he liked men. It was an unspoken thing, especially for Luke who had never said out loud to anyone that he was gay. He could barely say it in his own head. But Emily knew somehow and Luke felt accepted without having to even say it. He appreciated that. He hoped one day if he ever had the courage to come out that other people would accept him too. He just had to learn to accept it about himself first.

The two of them waited out the breakfast madness together in the quiet reviere of the lakefront. Moments like this offered Luke some semblance of peace. If only it would last.

***

“Animals. Freaking animals, the lot of them.” Tara Lewis grumbled as she leant back against the wall and surveyed the chaos erupting around her in the canteen.

Kids aged between thirteen and eighteen scrambled for seats and shovelled food into their mouths like it was their last meal. If Tara had her way, it would be for some of the little shit heads.

“I swear there is no way my kid is going to grow up acting like this.” Next to her, Matt Simmons groaned in reply whilst folding his large arms over his chest.

Matt was only twenty four but he and his high school sweetheart Kristy already had a one year old son. Tara never thought it was appropriate to ask if he was planned, but she got the impression he was not. But Matt did have a sort of cool dad vibe about him, Tara felt comfortable around him because of it.

She let her eyes trail off of the destruction currently taking place in the canteen, across to the other side of the room where two other counsellors were watching each other instead of the kids. Half of their staff hadn’t shown up for breakfast this morning, they should all probably be doing more than just standing around. But it wasn’t Tara’s job to enforce that.

“What’s the deal with those two?” Matt was now looking where Tara’s gaze had landed at the two boys who couldn’t take their eyes off of each other and shared the occasional fleeting touch.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Tara chuckled at the boys.

“Uh, not to me?” Matt turned to her with a frown and Tara shook her head at his oblivious nature.

“Oh come on Simmons.” She playfully patted his broad shoulder. “If it were a girl and guy you’d have no trouble reading between the lines.”

Matt’s frown deepened as he turned away from Tara and focused back on the two boys across the room with an intense gaze. Tara could practically see the cogs turning in his head and when he turned back to her, his frown was replaced by a look of shock.

“Morgan and Reid? No way.”

“Morgan has been giving him the eye since the day Spencer turned eighteen. And now Spencer works here…” Tara trailed off with a shrug. “I get the impression boy wonder isn’t as innocent as he likes to make out. And Morgan is practically putty in his hands.”

“But…Morgan’s straight?”

That statement alone was enough to cause Tara to burst into laughter which only added to Matt’s confusion. Poor, sweet, naive Matt. She rode out her laughter before giving Matt’s shoulder a tight squeeze.

“So was I until I met the right woman.” She winked at him before turning on her heels and leaving him to stew on her words.

She didn’t necessarily have a destination in mind, she simply walked off for dramatic effect. Before she had to make a decision of where to go, Aaron Hotchner stormed into the canteen, his signature frown on his face and almost ran Tara down.

“Whoa Hotch, where’s the fire?” She held her hands out to stop him barging into her.

He barely even noticed her, looking over her head and glancing around the hall.

“What the hell is going on here? It’s like walking into a zoo.”

Tara could not imagine the uptight senior counsellor had ever stepped foot in a zoo, but thought better of saying that.

“They are a little rowdy this morning.”

“Why has no one done anything about it? And where’s everyone else? Alvez? Prentiss? Jareau? Garcia?” He looked at Tara now with a glare that could quite possibly kill. Like all of this was her fault.

“I mean I can have a pretty good guess at where Alvez is, where Alvez always is. But I don’t know about the others.” She offered him a shrug.

“This is unacceptable. Strauss is away for the day and she left me in charge and the kids are running riot! Come on Lewis, you guys need to do better than this.” Hotch spat but didn’t give Tara a chance to respond before he was storming past her.

She pulled a face, sidling back over to Matt.

“Apparently Strauss is out and he’s been left in charge and clearly the power has gone to his head already.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well then, I guess it’s his job to sort these kids out then.” Matt had to raise his voice to be heard over the growing crescendo of teenage yelling.

He glanced back over at Morgan and Reid who seemed oblivious to Hotch’s entrance and the mayhem ensuing around them. If Matt didn’t know any better he could have sworn Reid was giving Morgan come to bed eyes. It was almost sweet in a way, Morgan was always so confident around women but talking to Spencer he looked almost bashful. Tara was right, Morgan most certainly had a crush on the messy haired teen and if the rumours were to be believed about the quiet genius, he was getting laid more than anyone.

Suddenly he was startled out of his stare by a loud crashing sound, followed swiftly by…was that drumming?

“Alright you bunch of hoodlums, that’s enough!” A voice yelled and Matt turned to face it as did everyone else in the room.

Rossi had barged into the hall, violently smacking a metal pot with a wooden spoon while he yelled at the boisterous room full of young teens.

“Sit down, finish your breakfasts and be QUIET!” He bellowed, sheepish looks being sent his way from all over the room.

Morgan and Reid practically sprung apart and Matt noticed the way Morgan chewed his lip in embarrassment even though Rossi’s orders had not been directed at him.

Rossi stopped hitting the pot and silence descended on the canteen aside from the sound of soft shuffling from kids taking their seats and cutlery scraping on plates. No one messed with David Rossi, it’s probably why they’d kept him around so long.

Matt was impressed by the way in which he’d commanded the room and how all the kids were now on their best behaviour. He looked over at Tara who was smiling in amusement and then at Hotch who had a bewildered look on his face.

“You’re welcome.” Rossi smirked, patting Hotch on the shoulder before retreating back into the kitchen.

Hotch scratched the back of his head before shaking it off and turning his attention to Tara and Matt.

“Ok, that’s one problem solved. Now where is the rest of my staff?”

***

Penelope Garcia swung her legs back and forth as they dangled over the edge of the bench she sat atop of, toying with a small plush unicorn in her pink painted fingers. She’d been babbling on for several long minutes about her cat Sergio at home who she missed dearly and it didn’t even occur to her that her company wasn’t listening. She was so engrossed with talk of her beloved feline she didn’t notice the other girl hadn’t said so much as a word in the last five minutes. And when she finally did speak, it was obvious she had been entirely elsewhere.

“What do you think they’re talking about down there?” Jennifer Jareau chewed on her lip as she spoke, like she didn’t really want the answer to her own question.

Penelope frowned a little and followed her friend's gaze down the hill towards the lake's edge where she could see two people sitting side by side by the water. They had their backs to Penelope and JJ but it was clear who she was looking at. One wore an old leather jacket over his camp uniform despite the heat and puffs of smoke billowed around him every few seconds. The other's long dark hair shone in the sunlight.

Ignoring the mild annoyance she felt at JJ not listening to her, she gave the unicorn’s wool mane a soft pull before shrugging.

“Newbie barely talks at all, so I’d guess nothing much. Hopefully Em is telling him how utterly stupid he looks in that old jacket in this weather.”

“I didn’t know they were friends.” JJ huffed a little as she spoke.

“Oh em gee, Jayje!” Penelope suddenly grabbed her arm and started shaking her. “Please don’t tell me you have a crush on that moody new kid!”

“What? No way!” JJ grimaced, shaking the bubbly blonde off of her arm.

“Why do you care so much that he and Em are friends then? Huh? Huh?” Penelope teased, poking JJ’s cheek with the snout of her unicorn.

JJ pushed the plushie away with a frown, looking back down at the lake slightly wistfully. She almost wished it was Alvez she had a crush on. Life would be so much easier that way. But she wasn’t ready to tell Penelope the truth. So she sighed and turned back to her friend.

“Fine, I guess I do sort of have a crush on him.” She lied.

Penelope gasped and clapped her hands together, dropping the little unicorn in her lap as she did so.

“JJ! Oh my gosh that’s so cute!” She squealed a little. “Personally not sure what you see in mister tall, dark and blandsome, but each to their own. See I prefer some chocolate thunder.”

“Yeah. Right. Each to their own.” JJ mumbled as she turned back to stare at the back of the head with the long raven hair.

***

“You know we’re being watched, right?” Luke stubbed yet another cigarette out on the dock as he pulled his legs out of the water.

Emily chuckled lightly as she looked over at him.

“I can only assume by blondie?”

“Uh…if by blondie you mean JJ, then yes.” Luke shook the water off his feet and legs before pulling his socks on, ignoring the fact his skin was still wet.

“She does that a lot. Follows me around like a lost puppy.” Emily shrugged, pushing herself to her feet.

“Not your type?” It was strange of Luke to ask a personal question but Emily made him feel at ease. If he was to get to know anyone, he’d quite like it to be her.

Emily didn’t reply while Luke laced up his boots and stood up. When they were face to face again she had a twinkle in her eyes.

“I’m kinda already sort of seeing someone. But it’s a secret so pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“Who would I even tell?” Luke scoffed. “Are you happy?”

Emily sucked in a breath before a smile bloomed across her face.

“I am, yeah.”

Luke offered her a half-smile as he started towards the bank up to the main camp, Emily following behind him.

“I hope to find out what that’s like one day.” He replied.

Just then a certain messy haired genius came into view as he barrelled out of the cafeteria at the top of the hill. Emily didn’t miss the smile that tugged at Luke’s lips as he watched the young boy careen down the path in the direction of the counsellors cabins.

Maybe happiness was closer in reach than Luke thought.

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