Prompt Me 12

[coffeebuddha]

Title: Prompt Me
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Diana Reid, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Summary: A collection based on prompts from staringout.

Feedback is always appreciated.

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 #532-write about the overgrown garden

Spencer isn't used to gardening, but his mother had loved it. It was practically the only thing that could tear her away from her books. She'd spent hours out here in the yard coaxing a wild assortment of vibrant, exotic flowers into bloom. But that was before, and what had once been a lush oasis in the harsh Nevada heat is now little more than a tangle of dry, dead plants that cut into the soft flesh of his hands as he yanks them out of the ground and tosses them over his shoulder onto a small pile.

A long shadow falls over him, and Spencer looks up to see his mother standing over him. She has a hand lifted to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the sunlight, and her expression is puzzled, but not unfriendly.

"What are you doing out here in this heat?"

Spencer wipes his face with the back of his arm, streaking it with dirt, and gestures vaguely with a handful of ragged stalks. "I'm just doing some weeding. You know, trying to make the yard look a little nicer."

"Oh," She says with a small frown. "I didn't realize that Will had hired a gardener. I'll have to talk to him about that. I'm sure you do lovely work, but I really do prefer to take care of these things myself."

The brittle plants crumble in Spencer's grip and he forces a smile. "Of course, Mrs. Reid."

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#452-this wasn't turning out to be his night

It's nearly midnight when Derek knocks on Reid's door, but it swings open seconds after his fist first hits the wood. Reid flashes the sort of smile that usually means he's ingested an obscene amount of coffee, and pulls him in.

Before Derek can launch into the speech he'd been rehearsing the entire way over here, Reid pushes him back against the door and kisses him. He tastes like coffee and sugar and chicken pot pie, and it takes all of Derek's will power to push him away when he's nibbling on his lower lip like Derek's his dessert.

"Wait, Reid, stop." Derek takes a deep breath, then another, and tries to remember what he'd been planning on saying. "I didn't come here for that. I thought we could talk."

"Talk?" Spencer pauses, his pants undone and his shirt halfway off, and gives Derek a puzzled look. "Why? We talk all the time at work. Do we really need to talk right now?" Reid looks thoughtful for a moment, then hooks a finger in Derek's waistband and slinks up against him with a naughty smile. "Unless you want to talk dirty. Because I think I could work with that."

"Reid," Derek says sternly, pushing Reid back a few inches. Reid frowns and slowly starts righting his clothes, his bright eyes fixed on Derek as he runs a hand over his scalp and grasps for the right words. "It's just, don't you ever think about what's going on between us and want...more?"

Reid blinks, clearly startled, and gives Derek a long, considering look. "More. You mean like an actual relationship? Why would I want that? I like things the way they are."

 

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#367-"I don't think it's ever going to stop raining."

Spencer does his very best not to smile when Derek pulls a face that is very nearly, but entirely unlike a pout-"I don't pout!" "Would it help if I said that it's a very manly pout?"-and sighs again. "The forecast said it'd be clear today, but I don't think it's ever going to stop raining."

The plan for the day had been to go to a nearby park and teach Spencer how to properly throw a football, but the sudden storm had made that impossible. Instead, Spencer's sprawled out on the couch with his legs draped over Derek's lap, half watching an old, hilariously bad scifi movie that's playing quietly in the corner, its glow turning the dim room odd shades of blue and green, while they wait on the Chinese food that they ordered, which should be arriving any minute. Derek's staring almost wistfully out the window while his hands slowly trace patterns up and down the back of Spencer's calves.

Spencer stretches a little and Derek absently squeezes his ankle, his fingers stroking the almost delicate skin there. "You know," Spencer says, "I think I'm okay with that.

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Part One/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine/Part Ten/Part Eleven/Part Thirteen

 

I wasn't really planning on doing any more of these for a while since I have so many other things that I need to be working on, but the kink meme has me kind of burnt out and I just wanted to do something short and easy that didn't involve sex. I'm up to eleven kink meme responses now if you add the Hotch/Rossi one I posted yesterday. I'm in the mood for some cuddling. Or, you know, angst. Angst works too.

Comments

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Sooo muuuuch looooveee.

Poor reid. Poor mamareid. Poor derek.

Aaaannnd imma pass oot now *curls up* so lovely. And yes, rest ur porn muscles.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Thank you! <3

I was feeling the angst tonight. There were nearly two mamareid stories instead of the one, but they were a little too alike for me to be comfortable posting them at the same time. I'll wait a couple weeks until everyone's forgotten that one, then post the other. ;)

Sleep sounds like a good idea. I have class again tomorrow. Yay boo? G'night!

[topetine.livejournal.com]

*hugs* hehehe, yay angsttt. <3 YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY


*curls up* sooo sleepy still.... and BOOHISS CLASS.

[basinbrat.livejournal.com]

I've been reading all your little prompt-pieces (Thanks for the link to the prompts, btw!) And I really really like them. You somehow manage to have cuddling without glurge, forceful!Reid without making him into someone unrecognisable...

Basically you're awesome.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! (No problem! With a comm that good, how can you not share?)

[wingstarvegeta.livejournal.com]

I love your angst. I love your cuddling too. *SQUEE!* I will bow in worship for more of either!

Love and cherries,
Wingstar

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Thank you! =D

[edom56.livejournal.com]

The first one broke my heart, it must really suck to have a mother who doesn't know who you are!

In the second one I feel so bad for Morgan, wanting more than just casual sex, and then get that thrown in his face, that hurts.

The last one is so cute, and I really can't imagine Reid being overly enthusiastic about the football thing, so it worked out well for him :)

Oh, and I'm in Italy by the way, very close to Venice ;)

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Yeah. My mom has celiac-a gluten intolerance-and she's one of the very rare cases where the symptoms are mostly neurological. It took a couple years before she was properly diagnosed and by the time she was, it had gotten so bad that she would look at me and have no idea what my name was. She always knew that I was her daughter, but considering how much it hurt that she didn't know my name, I can't even image the sort of heartbreak Spencer must go through every time his mom doesn't recognize him.

Thank you!

Lucky! Have an amazing trip! *slinks off to think mean, jealous thoughts*

[rowena-dawson.livejournal.com]

I love your work. :) *sighs*

That first one was...the best one. And those angsty pieces always break my heart, but really...it was so amazing.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

[berryblue-girl.livejournal.com]

Very sweet, dahlin'. Bravo!

Peace, Love, and Happiness to You...Sarah

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[gothabilly13.livejournal.com]

heeheehee, i so love these little snack size bits you do!

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[solitaire-star.livejournal.com]

Absolutely fantastic as always. I loved all three but I have to admit to a particular fondness for 'mamareid' fic so I loved that especially.

I've been so busy lately, I've not had much time to get on LJ to read fic, but now I've got a little bit of time on my hands I'll definitely be catching up with what you're written recently.

xXx

Your icon makes me want to cry in the very best way possible. <3

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I love Mama!Reid fic too. I'm always a little intimidated by the thought of writing it, but there's too much potential there to just completely leave it alone.

Welcome back to the sweet, crazy embrace of LJ. I did wonder where you'd disappeared to, but figured it was real life getting in the way. Silly real life. Doesn't it know that there's very important fanfiction you need to read on the internet? ;) Hope you enjoy it all! <3