~Moreid Oneshots~

Pride

A/n: hey gremlins, I am in fact not dead. So here's a little thing for you. School has been kicking my ass, but I'll try to get more writing done dw I have bunch of drafts. And also give me request??? My tumbler is gonna be attached to my profile just send asks there.
Tw: homophobia, ableist (?),injury/blood, hospital (I swear it's not as bad as it sounds)
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"Garcia, I don't see why I need I to come with you," Spencer complained. He was sat on her bed as she looked through her closet, finding an outfit.

"Well, if only Derek and I go, you'll have to worry about me stealing him," She said jokingly, giving me a tap on the nose as she went to try on another outfit.

He laid back on her bed, his brain mulling over the comment. He knew that she was only joking, but a small part of him was still insecure about Derek leaving him because he's not good enough or-

"Baby, you don't need to worry about me leaving you," Derek whispered in his ear, goose bumps erupting across his neck.

Though Spencer knew that it was their job to read people and make assumptions about their behavior, it still freaked him out a little when other people did it.

He turned to on his side to face Derek, who was laying down next to him. They stared into each other's eyes for a mommeent before Spencer cuddled into him, wrapping his arms around him.

"I know, I just can't stop thinking about it sometimes," He muttered into Derek's pecs, not sure of the answer.

Before Derek was able respond, Garcia strutted out in a beautiful flowing dress,
a rainbow of colors stripping downward.

Her dress was almost outshines by the blinding light of her mock-leather jacket that was studded with jewls.

"Am I interuppting something?" She asked, seeing them cuddled up. Derek turned around, looking at Garcia's outfit.

Her dress flowed down to her ankles, horizontal rainbow stripes dividing it. She wore a short leather jacket, which flashed with studded rinestones.

She did a twirl, showing the full 360. "You look amazing" Derek clapped, smiling brightly.

"Okay, time to get boy genius ready!" She  strutted over to Spencer, who immediately sat up, playfully pushing her hands away.

"No no, you're already making me go out, I think I'll stay in this," He said only half joking.

Garcia looked at him, deciding wheater or not he looked like a garbage can. He one of Derek's old zipper-ups over a soft, striped shirt. The shirt was tucked into lose jeans.

"Come on, babygitl, we're going to be late." Morgan said after a nearly a full minute uncomfortable staring. They were going to be meeting up with Emily and they were going to be late if they didn't get their asses moving.

"Fineee, but I'm doing your makeup in the car," She made sure everyone had their phones and pride buttons, before putting on her bejeweled and be...patched (that was the only way Spencer could think to describe the sheer numbers of patches scattered around the otherwise simple backpack.) And heading out the door.

They packed into the car, well not really. From their placements, you could guess there was gonna be other people in the car. Penelope and Spencer took the back, Penelope heroically taking the middle seat.

Once they were off to Emily's apartment, Garcia broke out the eyeliner. Any "normal" person wouldn't dare to even attempt this stunt, but Penlope has mastered the skill of being able to do touch-ups practically everywhere.