annieiswriting

[annieiswriting]

sensibility

summary; in which sensibility is one of y/n’s qualities as a person, but sometimes it’s too much and she needs to cry to release the tension.

a/n; this is just Spencer comforting Y/n, no angst!

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As soon as he stepped into your now shared bedroom, he knew something was wrong. Not especially wrong, although you were hiding under the sheets, holding yourself as you quietly cried. You often did, whenever he wasn’t around, you didn’t want to crack under his watch. Not because he would ask you why — which he wouldn’t — but because it was you.

Spencer was…unfortunately used to it. His whole being — heart — ached whenever your lips quivered, and your eyes shone with tears. He now knew that it was your way of evacuation stress, emotions and moments that has upset you during the day or the fast few days. Or worse, last few weeks. Still, with the knowledge of that, he was upset you were upset. Because these weren’t happy tears.

He was quickly in front of you, careful not to startle you as he searched for you under the blankets.

“Angel?” He softly murmured. You croaked as a form of response. Spencer got into bed right next you, gently holding you. “Bad day?” he whispered against your messy hair. You weakly nodded. “It’s okay— and I know what you’re going to say— don’t—” he sweetly scolded. You had a bad day, sure, you thought, but what about his day? He was the one being a profiler, working on tough cases to catch bad guys.

“But—” you tried.

“No—” he shook his head as you held onto his chest tightly. “Would you like to talk about it?” he cooed.

“Would you like to talk about it?” you answered. He rolled his eyes, of course you would forget yourself.

“Y/n—”

“Sorry—no—just want cuddles—” you sleepily smiled.

“We can definitely do that, yes.” he smiled in return, planting a kiss to the corner of your lips.

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long night — short night

summary; spencer arrives late at work which is weird, morgan has an idea of why…but hey, he has a dirty mind!

warnings; allusions to smut

a/n; very short!

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Spencer arrived in late this morning, rushing to the small kitchen of the sixth floor. There, he met Derek, pouring himself hot chocolate.

“Well hello there genius!” he mused as he saw his tired form. But there was…something different about him, the famous cliché of the aftermath. “Long night?” He smirked. Reid hummed.

“Very,” he yawned, putting a lot of sugar into his mug. His eyes were met with a mischievous smile from his coworker. “N—not that kind of night!” He stuttered.

Oh, yes it was.

He sat up with the sheets covering his chest, searching for his clothes. Careful not to wake you. It was still early, and you usually woke up later than him, as you worked as a teacher in kindergarten. You already cuddled for a long time, when he was supposed to be already up.

“Don’t go—” you sleepily murmured, coaxing him, seeking him even in the darkness of the room. He softly grinned, putting his shirt on.

“Maybe we’ll see each other tonight, angel.” he spread a few kisses along your temple.

“Well I don’t want a maybe!” you whined.

“I know—”

Morgan’s brows perked up in amusement.

“You have the same clothes as yesterday, and you never put the same clothes on twice a day.” He smirked.

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When he reads…

You admired the way his nose wrinkled as he read your favourite book, he licked his lips every chapters or so. How his brows furrowed in concentration, he hummed the melody of the cd playing. His chocolate eyes glimmered with excitement, with interest, his chestnut hair caressed his forehead, his thin chest rose with every breath he took. You loved how he was never satisfied when he finished a chapter, how he wanted to continue. Just like you did. He was so bothered that he couldn’t know what would be said next. If it disturbed him so much he wouldn’t sleep at night, he would carefully get out of your shared bedroom and would lay down on the couch, finish the book and fall asleep. Until you woke up, and found him, biting a smile.

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blankness

summary; in which spencer reid’s mind is blank since you joined the team, or filled with just you…

warnings; none!

a/n: this is sooooo short sorry, but my requests are opened?

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Spencer Reid was chewing on his bottom lip. A habit Y/n had too, and that he came to use quite often now. The only time his mouth went wide opened was when Morgan made a comment on how he was utterly flustered around you. What they ignored, was that he was also flustered at home whether in dreams or daydreams — it didn’t matter.

That morning, his nose picked up on your floral scent way before you stepped in. As soon as you did, he was focused on a task. Well…he seemed focused. He wanted to appear occupied whenever you were around, not to prevent you two from having your morning talks, but to prevent you from seeing him blush. This time, he was sinking into his office chair, trying to read and understand the words without analysing them. Which didn’t work. You were snorting next to him with Garcia about your weekend. Apparently, you had visited your grand mother in your home state, and it was why you scented so heavenly : your grandmother had again given you bottles of perfumes she had handmade with roses from her garden. You loved helping her making them, or just admiring her while she did. Soon, Morgan joined in just to make Spencer joining them too.

“Reid, what have you done?” he devilishly smirked at the boy who wished to sunk deeper into his chair. Your eyes met his a few seconds later, and here you were, both immediately looking away. Garcia grinned at the sight of your rosy cheeks, how you nervously played with your fingers behind your back.

“Oh-hum…” he focused his gaze on the tall man, clearing his throat. “I stayed home, I watched TV.”

“Didn’t know you liked to watch TV—but hey—have you seen that new doctor who episode?” You happily exclaimed, his eyes widened, and this time he didn’t even think about it, he looked at your beautiful form. He choked on his own words, awkwardly.

“I—I did—yes!”

“I love how the new doctor looks—and Amy is so pretty!” He stayed quiet, couldn’t form a single sentence. You chewed on your lip, wondering if you had talked too much. You didn’t have the time to ask him, as Hotch called everyone inside the meeting room. Spencer groaned, knowing he wouldn’t be able to focus even if he wanted to, if you sat next to each other. But he craved your presence.

Yes, Spencer Reid was falling in love with you…

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sweet

summary; spencer needs some sweetness after coming back from prison…

warnings; I just wanted to write smut for this man, but I hope it’s still sweet! (It’s the first time I write smut, please be nice)

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From the moment he saw you, he knew you were different. Everyone in the team was different, but you, you had more sweetness than Penelope, which was pretty hard!

You were so happy to finally meet him, having heard so much about him since you arrived. But when you met Spencer Reid, being happy was an understatement. You were smitten. It was still an understatement. The thing was…he didn’t seem to like you. You knew he just got back from prison, and he hadn’t done anything to you, you still felt a bit sad. You didn’t even know him! He was always distant with you. You were so far away from the truth…

Spencer was smitten too, especially since he started avoiding you. The only words you two had spoken — he clearly remember — were ‘it’s so nice to meet you!’ and ‘pleasure.’ He tried not to get attached, without being impolite! You were so sweet to him. It was refreshing, but he felt himself falling in love with you. That was an understatement too. He was enamoured with you.

One particular night, you couldn’t take it anymore. You tried to be understanding, you tried! You were in Michigan for a new case, and unfortunately you and Spencer had ended up in the same room — and there was only one bed! You were a reader, so you couldn’t help but feel flustered…even when you were feeling hurt.

“Reid— what have I done to you?” You mumbled when he was sitting down onto the mattress, reading a book. With his furrowed brows, he lifted his head, parting his lips. He knew what you wished to talk about, he didn’t respond. “Am I being too talkative? Are you not comfortable around me?” He immediately placed his piece of reading down, walking towards you.

“No…no it’s not that— I promise!” his hand went to his hair, nervously. You approached him ; he stepped back.

“Then what is it?” You bit your lower lip. You were being too sensitive— or so you thought. You could already feel the tears getting into your eyes. Spencer’s eyes widened as he walked towards you again, carefully. Slowly, his thumb wiped your tears away.

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,“ he whispered. You almost didn’t heard him. It was your time to be confused. “You’re so sweet, even we don’t talk a lot— I feel like broken pieces, and— I don’t want to cut you—” You tentatively sniffled.

“Can I be the judge of that?” You murmured back. He took a deep breath as your foreheads rested against each others. He hummed as your lips got closer to his. He didn’t hold back, and pecked your lips. Just like you, the kiss was sweet. Your lips parted for a few seconds, and the second time they met, it was with more fervour. You shyly moaned into the kiss as his hands went to your hips, lifting you into his arms.

“Tell me to stop.” He muttered in-between kisses.

“Why?” You asked as you did the same. You were comfortable there.

“I’d like to make love to you…” he stuttered, quietly. You smiled.

“Then, no—I’d like that too—”

He groaned when your lips met again and again. Soon, after scattered clothes joined the wooden old floor. He was softly hovering your naked form, spreading kisses all over you. Your hands gently caressed his curly hair.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked him, worriedly. He nodded, reluctantly getting up as he searched inside his bag. He came back moments later. His hands met yours as they slid it around his length. When your back met the mattress again, you hummed, appreciating the feeling of coil inside of you.

“Do you still want to?” You nodded, whispering a ‘yes’ because you knew he liked words much better right now. “Because I hope it’s not a one time thing,”

Your smile widened. “I’m glad, because me too, Spencer—” his lips crashed against yours. It was a stark contrast to how his hips met yours as he sank into you.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he panted when he bottomed out. You got some of his hair out of his face, amused while he waited for you to get used to him. You tried to hold back a laugh as your walls clenched around him.

“You think? Because I know I am,” you cooed, kissing his cheek as your hands went around his neck. He softly grabbed your hips harder, as your legs circles his waist.

“Stop messing with me—” he smiled as he kissed you back.

“I’m not messing with you— I’m telling you facts— and you’re the one usually doing it—” you quietly mused as he started gently moving.

“Hum— you’re not wrong—” you make him stop talking with a kiss as you moaned in unison. He kissed your forehead as his pace started fastening a bit.

“I love you.” you both whimpered.