Coming Out… Kinda 

stayingindoors:

They were on the jet when it happened. I had noticed that Morgan had been acting a bit weird since he had gotten to the bullpen in the morning. Reid had come in not two minutes after the other man, shooting him a pointed look. Morgan smirked and waved his hand. Reid huffed, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as well.

The strange behavior had only gotten worse from there. Reid rambled even more than usual, god only knows how he pulled that off, but he did.

“Did you know that the name Superbowl came from the toy Superball…?”

“Did you know that the Phoenicians created the foundation alphabet for the modern English alphabet? The Greeks developed it from the Phoenicians, then the Etruscans embellished it and Latin came along. Did you know that Latin was the basis of the romance languages? They are Portuguese, Italian, French and Spanish…”

“Did you know…?”

Morgan wasn’t much better. He rubbed his neck so hard and so often I think he definitely left a mark on his skin. His leg wouldn’t stop bouncing whenever he sat down and he seldom made eye contact with anyone beside Reid.

I had shrugged it off, eventually being consumed into the case.

“Wheels up in five,” I had said and strolled from the room, all thoughts of Reid and Morgan’s weird actions gone.

At least they were gone, until we were on the way home from Florida, having successfully rescued a girl from her kidnappers. Everyone was pretty happy with the case ending – this was as good as it was going to get.

Reid was asleep on the couch, his feet looming off the end. He refuses to admit he snores, but we all could hear the soft rumbling. Morgan was in the chair closest to the couch, occasionally looking over at Reid with moony, soft eyes he usually only reserved for Garcia or especially beautiful women.

After a few moments of idle chatter from the rest of us and silence from himself, Morgan quieted his shaking leg and clambered to his feet. He cleared his throat loudly and the whole team turned to him, even Garcia on the wall.

“Spence and I have some, uh, news we would like to share.”

I couldn’t tell because of the hue of his skin, but I was pretty sure he was blushing madly. My mind spun in all directions trying to think of what could bring Derek Morgan, gun wielding, badass extraordinaire to blushing like some school girl.

He leaned over and tapped Reid’s foot. Reid jerked and went tumbling to the floor with a loud thump. He groaned and rubbed one of his eyes, reminiscent to a toddle waking up from a nap. Reid had fallen on his back and raised himself onto his elbows with much difficulty. His elbows buckled about three times before Reid got it right. By that time the whole team was snickering into their hands. Reid looked confused, which was a very rare occurrence.

He cocked his head at Morgan. “Did…” His eyes fluttered shut and he paused before snapping them open a few seconds later. “Did we tell them we’re dating yet?” he slurred, speaking slowly as his head lolled.

Rossi and I exchanged knowing looks and chuckled while JJ, Prentiss and Garcia squealed. The two girls practically tackled Morgan and Reid, cooing and gushing, Garcia screaming something about her chocolaty god of thunder and her vanilla boy wonder hooking up and can she have pictures from the screen in the wall.

Morgan just rolled his eyes and grinned as the girls fussed. I could tell he was feeling ecstatic that nobody was condemning them.

Reid just looked around, even more lost than before. “Did I… Was it something I said?”

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He’s Taken 

stayingindoors:

She had ramrod straight blonde hair and deep blue eyes with a curvy figure and long legs to match. The most perfect perfect girl I could imagine. And in that moment I hated her. So much. I had a logical reason for my hatred too - I swear.

“Oh Derek, you’ll catch him, right?” Sammy simpered, rubbing her sun kissed hands along Morgan’s muscled forearm. Her hair was almost up his nose as she tried to clamber into his lap.

“I’ll try,” Morgan said, gently prying her out of his lap and onto her couch. He chose to stand from then on and I couldn’t help but agree with his wise decision. That girl was like an octopus.

“Now Sammy,” I broke in through her haze of lusty attraction towards my boyfriend, “you said that the last time you saw Trisha was around midnight when she dropped you off here, at your apartment.”

Sammy nodded, even though I hadn’t asked her a question. She seemed to suddenly remember that she was supposed to look sad. I mean, her supposed best friend did die and all. Her eyes watered. She looked up at Morgan through her wet lashes, no doubt trying to look demure. He patted her shoulder and I could see her smile behind the whole sad act.

“Was she acting strange at all? Nervous? Scared?” I asked, trying to ignore the hand creeping up my partner’s arm. He shot me an alarmed look, but I ignored him. I didn’t want any drama, just a quick in-and-out interview.

“No, n-not at all.” She paused to take a breath, as if gearing up for an Emmy winning performance. Sammy burst into sobs. Ah, there it was. “I-I ju-ust miss her so-oo much-h,” she hiccupped. Suddenly, the creeping hand was a clamp and she pulled Morgan down to the couch. He collapsed with a grunt. She slithered on top of him, rubbing her breasts onto his pecks. The girl’s other hand disappeared somewhere near Morgan’s butt and that’s when I knew I was done with this shit.

“Get off of him, you whore!” I wanted to scream. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself!” I wanted to roar. But, I didn’t. Goodness knows I wanted to, but I’m no savage beast.

Instead, I said, very calmly I might add, “That’s my boyfriend you are sitting on, Miss.”

Sammy froze. She turned to me with wide eyes and for one fleeting moment I thought she was going to repent.

What I got was very different - she practically exploded with laughter. This time the tears streaming from her eyes were real and she brushed a hand along her high cheekbones. “You really had me going for a moment there. I mean,” she stopped to chuckle and wipe her eyes again before continuing, “what would you, nerd boy supreme with sweater vest and dress pants, be doing with this delicious piece of chocolate?” She licked Morgan’s ear.

My face colored crimson I’m almost positive, but honestly, I’m not quite sure what happened in those next few moments.

Believe it or not, my vision had gone red and when the clouds cleared I was being led away from the couch. Morgan’s hands were clutched tightly on my upper arms. I looked over my shoulder at the skank that had tried to seduce my boyfriend and she was wrecked. Her eyeliner, smeared from her earlier bouts of crying, circled her eyes like glasses and her jaw was dropped. Sammy flinched when I caught her gaze.

“Derek… what did I do?” I asked with trepidation.

Morgan ignored me. “So sorry again,” he called out to the girl as he pushed me out the door. “So, so sorry.”

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Hello, Moreid Fans! 

moreidweek:

Well, I get that I probably shouldn’t be on your dashes at the moment (as Moreid Week isn’t until December) but I have a few announcement and I need some opinions!

Announcements

  • Moreid Week 2014 is a go, this is our second year!
  • Theme change in progress.
  • I’m going to probably start reblogging gif sets and everything just to keep the blog a little bit active. But please remeber, NOTHING is accepted until December 15, just because this blog is active, doesn’t mean we’re doing prompts just yet.
  • This year we will be accepting fanart as well!

Opinion Time! A few questions…

  • I was thinking about doing the top ten Moreid fics (from AO3, FF.Net, or Tumblr). I figured that you guys could give me some suggestions and we could have a voting? I’m not saying that you should pick from the prompts. These stories should be multi-chapter and COMPLETE if we do this. Let me know your opinion on the top ten subject in our inbox or comments/reblogs.
  • Would you guys like to do the same prompts for this year or do you want a whole set of new ones? If so, what are some of the things you could like to see?
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joharvellism:

sO UM

I WAS DRAWING/SKETCHING FAN ART RIGHT

AND IT WAS MOREID

AND SPENCER’S SITTING ON MORGAN’S LAP AND THE PREMISE WAS THEY’D JUST STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF MAKING OUT TO TALK ABOUT IMPORTANT STUFF (idk it’s a headcanon of mine i feel like it’s something they’d do) AND SPENCER’S LEANING OVER AND TALKING TO MORGAN AND HAS HIS HANDS ON HIS CHEST

SO MY DAD COMES IN AND SEES IT AND

"what the hell are you drawing? is he giving him cpr or something?"

aND I AM JUST DYING OF EMBARRASSMENT RIGHT NOW DON’T LOOK AT ME

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gublernews:

Criminal Minds on the set Jul 21, 2014


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  • Morgan: You mean to tell me the victim didn't know the unsub was upstairs waiting for her?
  • Reid: The villain.
  • Morgan: What?
  • Reid: In movies, unsubs are called villains.

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chockfullofhoot asked, "YOOOO! So I've been on a Morgan/Reid binge, and cause you're one of the best writers I know, I thought maybe I'd put in a request. Since you 'want to marry this trope' and all. ;) WALKING INTO THE WRONG DORM ROOM AU - Morgan/Reid. Pretty please!! *puppy eyes*"

spoopysamandriel:

1. i’m very sorry i could not reply to you on snaps as my ipod died mid-sentence.

2. omg thank you ily ♥

3. YOOOOOOOOOOOO you got it honey bunches of oats!

Moreid -> Walked into the wrong dorm!AU

Spencer is so incredibly lost. 

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Morgan x Reid
FBI BABIES







The friendship, bromantic and romantic escapades of Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds.

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