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Derek’s Birthday Girl

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Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 1,285

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! I wanna write more CM, so definitely send some requests my way!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

It was that time of year again for you; your birthday.  You didn’t like celebrating your birthday.  When you were a kid you had terrible birthdays, even your teenage birthdays were a wreck.  You stopped commemorating your birthday once you turned eighteen.  Derek made the mistake of making a big deal out of your birthday.  That was a mistake he never made again.

Even though he knew about your hatred for your own birthday, he still wanted you to feel special.  He wasn’t planning anything extravagant like he had the first time.  This time he was going to act as if today was normal, but show you that he still knew what today was.

Derek walked into the bullpen and placed a cup of coffee down on your desk.  He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he walked over to his own desk.  The agent winked at you as he took a sip of his coffee.

You raised an eyebrow, bringing the cup to your lips.  The coffee was unusually sweet.  You usually drank french vanilla coffee, but this was much sweeter.  You liked it nevertheless, but you couldn’t put a finger on the taste.  Regardless it brought a smile to your face.

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Title: Operation Match Making
Character: Jake Peralta
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“Hey, you wanted to see me.” Charles said as he closed the door to the interrogation room.

“Yes I did!” Jake said, ushering him into the room, making him sit down at the chair on the other side of the metal table. “You see the new sketch artist?”

“Yeah, she complimented my sweater,” He said with a proud grin, straightening out his tie. “She seems nice.”

“Perfect, you and I have a new case to work on then.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Operation: Get The New Girl To Fall Madly In Love With Me.” Jake said with a smile, placing his hands on his hips.

Charles scrunched up his face. “That’s a mouthful.”

“Yes it is. I’m still working on names,” Jake admitted with a clap of his hands. “But! You are the go-to guy when it comes to emotions seeing as I would rather literally deal with anything else.”

“You have a point,” Charles leaned back into his chair. “(Y/n) hasn’t even been here an entire day yet, don’t you want to get to know her first before you try romancing her?”

Jake’s eyebrows lifted ever so slightly. “Oh, so like, stake her out, get to know her backstory and, then charm the heck out of her.”

“I mean you could certainly try-” Charles was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and saw Jake already halfway out the door.

“You’re the best!”

Jake peered across the office space to see you sitting at your desk, flipping through a large sketch book and twirling a pencil in your hands.

“Peralta, please stop staring at the new girl.” Amy said, giving him a look over her monior.

“Can’t help it, her hair looks good pulled back.”

Amy’s brows furrowed. “I wear my hair back all the time and you and Gina always tease me about it.”

Jake turned to her and frowned. “Yeah well, when you do it it makes you look a single, suburban, business mother of three,” He focused back onto you. “Her’s looks cooler, in that mysterious artist kind of way.”

Amy glanced over at you and then back to him. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re literally insane.”

“No, he’s got a point,” Gina said, appearing behind Amy. “The loose and messy bun look is a signature for attractive artists.”

Amy whirled around with a quizzical expression. “And you know that because…?”

“I spend a lot of time at the Starbucks down the road, her type is all over that place,” She said with a shrug while giving you a piercing stare. “But it’s a good look.”

“Alright, I’m gonna leave now.” Amy said, only for Gina to slide into her chair once she was out of view.

“How’s the whole seducing thing going?”

Jake looked at her and raised a brow. “Since when do you care about my love life?”

“Since my phone died half an hour ago and I’ll take anything at this point.”

Jake nodded, an idea forming in his head. “Think you could get some information out of (Y/n) for me?”

“For free? No,” Gina said before seeing the dejected look on Jake’s face. “But I do know that a good way to start a conversation with her is to try making her a cup of coffee.”

A smile spead across Jake’s face as he stood up from his chair, moving slightly to kiss Gina on the forehead. “You’re an angel, and I owe you one.”

“Yes, yes you do.”

Jake held two freshly poured coffee cups in his hands and a couple packets of half cream and sugar in his jacket pockets, keeping his gaze on you as he started to walk towards your desk.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Jake said with an enthusiastic smile as he strolled up to you. “Saw you working super hard and thought you might like some coffee.”

You looked up at the coffee and set down your pencils. “Oh thank you,” You took the warm cardboard cup and set it safely out of sight from your work. “Jake Peralta, right?”

Jake smiled when he met your gaze. “Look at that! You remembered my name, we’re practically soul mates,” He mused, fishing the cream and sugar from his pockets.

“Do you take cream?”

“Yes, please.” You said, holding the cup out for him while he poured it in.





Jake’s head shot straight up when you gave your answers. “No!“ He shouted before seeing the confused look you gave him.”…Is the answer you were actually going to say?” He covered with a nervous wheeze. “I mean you can’t have a boyfriend.”

“I can’t?” You asked, brows knitting together. “Do I not look I could get a boyfriend?”

“No!” Jake stuttered, setting down the coffee. “Wait, no, not what I meant. You’re totally gorgeous, it was just…unexpected.”

You look one look at his flushed cheeks and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “I suppose it doesn’t matter, because I was just messing with you. I’m not seeing anyone.”

Jake unintentionally let out a sigh of relief before the charm turned back on. “Good, I was worried I’d have to compete for your attention.”

You gave him a small smile, taking your coffee and sipping from it. “You’re a funny man, Peralta.”

He got a little sidetracked by the smile you gave him until he realized he was just excessively staring at you. Quick to recover he took hold of your sketchbook. “Look art stuff, that’s fun!”

Jake was about to say another pickup line but he caught sight of some of your drawings and his train of thought went out the window. “Oh wow,” He commented, continuing to flip through countless portraits. “These are beautiful.”

You snorted. “Funny thing to say about criminal sketches.”

Jake looked over at you and laughed. “No, I know. It’s just the last guy wasn’t even this good.”

“Well thank you,” You said, giving him another smile when he looked up at you. “Maybe I can draw you sometime.”

He was about to happily agree when Holt came out of his office. “Peralta! Quit fraternizing and get in here, you have a case.”

“Can I take a rain check on that?” Jake asked, smiling to himself when you nodded.

“Sounds good to me.” You said, taking back your sketch book from him.

“I’ll totally text you.”

“You don’t have my number.”

“Oh yeah,” Jake said, pretending to ponder before giving you a dramatic look. “Hey! Why don’t we fix that?”

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Celestial Friend Part 8

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (featuring Samandriel & Balthazar)

Word Count: 1,299

Warnings: none

A/N: I don’t think these two will be too present in the series, but how could I NOT include them, right??! I hope you enjoy this part! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

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After a weekend of fun with the Winchesters, you felt considerably better about what had happened.  There was no unseeing what you saw, and you were fully aware of that.  You even got “the talk” from Sam and Dean.  You had no idea there were so many creatures that lurked in the shadows.  The Winchesters let Gabriel take you home.  Unfortunately, a new case presented itself and they had to get going.

Gabriel set your bag down on your bed, along with your laptop bag.  He saw a note on your pillow and whistled, gaining your attention instantly.  He gestured his head at the piece of paper on your bed.  He assumed it was a note from your mom.

You leaned onto your mattress and grabbed the piece of paper.  Your eyes scanned over the words and your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.  “Gabriel, this isn’t for me,” you mumbled, handing the note over to him.  “This is for you, and I have no idea what it says.”

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So I leave class to get some water, and when I get back I see a few people standing around my desk. They were flipping through my fucking sketchbook. I got back to my seat in time and got it back from them but holy shit. 

They only saw anatomy and environment studies and some characters, but they were like two pages away from robot porn and dick studies