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Snoozy Confessions

Pairing: Sam Winchester x sleepy!reader Warnings: maybe a swear or two? Summary: When the Winchesters think the reader is asleep, some feelings are inadvertently confessed to her.

It had been a long, long day. You’d been on your feet for nearly 10 hours straight, chasing a family of ghouls around Portland, Maine with the Winchesters. The day was hard and had left you weary and grumbly, it was only 9 o’clock at night and you were already tired.

You were sitting in the front seat of the Impala, with Dean driving at your left and Sam at your right. The ‘FBI’ pantsuit the job forced you to wear was itchy and clung tightly to your legs and torso- all you wanted to do was go back to the motel and sleep. But, knowing Dean, he’d probably drag the three of you to some bar and drink away the exhaustion. Hunting with the Winchesters was almost exasperating. While you were new to the job, they had spent lifetimes on the road. They never rested, never got tired and never quit. Even when quitting was all you wanted to do.

There also was the situation with Sam.

There had always been this tension between you and the taller Winchester, this hint at more than friendship between the two of you. You’d hooked up once, when he didn’t have a soul. But that was just a drunken one night stand. You had used each other and just left it at that. Even when he got his memories and soul back, the two of you had never spoken about it. And even before that there had always been this chemistry between you. The two of you were stuck in this strange limbo, somewhere between friends and lovers. It had always bothered Dean, even before the two of you had hooked up and added to the tension. He was perpetually grumbling about the two of you, telling you to just ‘make out’ already. But whenever he did this, Sam just groaned or hit him on the shoulder. So you took the hint.

“(Y/N) what music do you wanna listen to?”, Dean’s voice snapped you from your reminiscing.

“Really? You’re letting someone else choose?”, Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“I’m letting her choose, she has good taste- unlike you”, Dean quipped back.

You let out a small laugh to defuse the tension. As much as you loved the two of them, sometimes they could behave like children. The Winchesters were competitive to a fault, which caused them to be petulant at times. They’d get into these strange competitions or fights you’d always have to be the mediator of, which you didn’t completely mind.

“Alright this is a one time offer, (Y/N), going once…. going twice-”

You cut him off as you quickly retorted, “Okay, okay. Umm Skinny Love by Bon Iver.”

Dean groaned in return, “I take it back, I’m the only one with a good taste of music in this car”

You settled back into your seat and crossed your legs. Listening to the sleepy tunes of Bon Iver, you began to drift off. You decided not to fight it when you felt your head loll to the side, resting on Sam’s shoulder. He instantly stilled, not from discomfort though. You could tell he was trying not to move- that he didn’t want to disturb you. As you felt yourself nod further off, the Winchesters voices became muffled.

“Dude”, Dean motioned to where you were positioned with your head on Sam’s shoulder.

“What?”, Sam replied, giving his brother a look of annoyance.

“Dude”, Dean repeated himself, again gesturing towards you.

And then, with a sleepy understanding, you realized they thought you were asleep. You decided not to correct them and let the brothers say what they wanted, you were too tired to care anyways.

“Sammy has a cruuuushhh”, Dean let out in a sing-songy voice, earning a glare from his brother.

“Dean shut up, I do not!” Sam scoffed, letting out a sharp breath.

“Dude, if you want to get all high school, we can get all high school.”

“Dude no, I don’t know. I mean, yeah I guess”, you felt Sam fidget in his seat, still being careful not to disturb your ‘sleep’.

“Holy shit I can’t believe it” Dean let out a sharp breath, even though it wasn’t as much of a shock as he made it out to be. Since the day you and Sam had met, he’d called it. In his own, slightly annoying, Dean way he’d called it.

Sam instantly threatened back, voice low and predatory, “Tell her and you’re dead”

But Dean just pressed on, letting out a breathy laugh, “You gotta tell her”

“No, I mean…No. It’s just gonna ruin it”, Sam’s voice immediately faltered, shifting the conversation and turning it serious.

Dean’s face stilled as he said, “Sammy, I see the way you two talk, the way she looks at you. I mean, hell, the way she falls asleep on your god damn shoulder. How we live, you’re lucky if you find someone like that before the end. Do something about it or I will for you, man”

But Sam didn’t respond. He just started absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair and smiling down at you. Without opening your eyes, you leaned your head even further into his shoulder and pulled your hand up to clutch his flannel- feeling the best you had in a while.

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Which one of you bitches wants to dance?

Sam’s going fishing and just ends up wet.

Characters: Reader x Sam, Castiel, OCs Word Count: 6.5k Content/Warnings: nothing beyond the shows ratings, except the smut.

Summary: Sam misses you looking after him when he’s injured, so rustles up an occasion.

Written for @saxxxology Whose Line is it Anyway + Supernatural challenge Prompt: 15. “You guys wanna start a fight?”

Author’s Note: This is over a week late! I’m very sorry Saxxy.

“Hey.” Sam’s so good at this, so clandestine. You won’t suspect a thing. “Hey, dude. Hey.”

Dude swings a glare towards this great big shaggy trucker guy who keeps stage-whispering at him.

Sam’s tilting off his stool like a jenga tower on its last jeng. He keeps his hold on the bar and leans over a little more.

“Hey,” Sam smiles, eye contact locked. “You guys wanna start a fight?”

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This Whole Time?

~Sam is hurt on a hunt because of Y/N’s mistake, and he decides it’s finally time to tell her why he’s always stepping in front of bullets for her.~

Sam x Reader, Dean

2,886 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Angst, Growly/Sneering!Sam, Crack(?)ish End

A/N: Thought I’d finish up a wip tonight… Please Smut Responsibly ™

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Dean tied the ends of the towel together around a mountain of ice and tossed the makeshift pack to Sam who was sprawled out on the bed.

“You sure that shoulder’s OK?” he asked, watching Sam wince as he applied the ice to his left side.

Sam clenched his jaw as his skin screamed at the cold. “It’s fine.”

Dean shook his head and turned to his duffle, digging out the first aid kit. “You’re probably gonna need stitches for that cut on your eye.” Kit in hand, Dean spun around and handed it to Y/N. “Have fun with that.”

Y/N looked from the kit to Dean and back again, nerves slowly creeping up inside of her. “What? Why? Where are you going?”

“Out,” he said, with an unapologetic smile.

“But Dean…” She peeked over at Sam, looking pathetic and broken on the bed, a line of blood tinged sweat sliding down his cheek. “I…”

Dean shrugged on his jacket and grabbed his keys. “Your fault,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “So you clean it up.”

“Dean…”

“Clean it up,” he repeated and turned on his heel, exiting the motel room, and slamming the door shut with dramatic flare.

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Need You

Title: Need You On AO3 Square Filled: Dirty Talk Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Rating: Explicit Tags: Dirty talk, smut, fingering, flangst. Inspired by 13.22 but no spoilers. Summary: Recently reunited, Sam shows the reader that dirty talk doesn’t have to be loud or obnoxious. Word Count: 1990 Created for @spnkinkbingo. Also for @bamby0304 Thirsty Thousand challenge, prompt is in bold. Thanks to my beta @andromytta and my Sam advisor @samsbeecharmer for their help. Sam hijacked this plot so I just followed him.

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Festive voices filled the war room and library as hunters milled around the bunker’s common areas, chatting in small groups and drinking up the supply of whiskey and brew. You stood between Dean and Castiel on the marble stairs, drinking your beers in comfortable silence as you observed your surroundings.You’d been with the boys so long, there was no need to fill the space with social niceties. All that mattered was you were all home and physically okay.

Sam appeared behind you and slipped an arm around your waist. Feeling him against you offered the first peace you’d had since being separated weeks before. Sam set his chin on your shoulder so only you could hear him.

“Need you,” He muttered. You nodded, taking his hand. Sam and Dean made eye contact, a slight nod in acknowledgement of where you’d be. With everything that’d been going on lately, Dean needed to know you were both safe. And while neither you nor Sam admitted it out loud, it was a relief to know he always had your backs.

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Everything’s Bigger In Kansas

Summary: Sam’s a Beta, has been for his entire life, despite expectations. Everyone always assumes that he’s Alpha - he’s huge, and imposing. But he replies with the same answer he always has - “they grow ‘em big in Kansas, ma’am.” Then he gets injured on a hunt, and his world turns upside down.

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: A/B/O themes, knotting, heat/rut, fluff, smut and the smidge of angst.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven (FIN)

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Hands - Sam x Reader (Smutty Drabble)

A/N: Birthdays are meant for trouble. Today is no exception. For my birthday, the theme is smut. So, send in your smutty drabbles/one shots, head canons, favorite works from other writers, etc. Let’s make getting older fun. Love you all <3

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The Best Friend’s Brother (part. 2)

Hi! Thanks to all of the people who liked/commented/reblogged the last part! Part 2 here for you!

Prompt: In this story, Spencer Reid has a sister, Elizabeth “Lizzie” Reid. Since they were nine, Lizzie and Reader had been best friends. Now they’re 28 years old and going to work together for NCIS, and the Reader finds herself in love with Spencer.

Word Count: 2K

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader, Spencer Reid x Sister!O.C.

Part 1

How’s it going there?, (y/n) texted her best friend, Lizzie.

Place is nice, everything’s going fine. U?, Lizzie replied almost immediately.

Same. Owner just left. Wanna meet up for cs?, (y/n) proposed.

I’ll get there in 10 ;)

‘CS’ was their code for ‘coffee and spotting’. Want to know what’s ‘coffee and spotting’? I think you have to see for yourself, dear reader. It’s not very hard to figure it out, after all.

(Y/n) put a casual outfit on, just jeans and a shirt. Then she put a little bit of foundation, blush and mascara. She took her phone and a small wallet and put each of them in one of her back pockets. She looked good. She felt good. Her hair was nicer now that it wasn’t receiving LA’s humidity, even though it had only been a day and a half since she left the city. Her jeans made her butt look good. The shirt fell perfectly in her body.

She was powerful.

She heard a knock on the door. Lizzie.

“Oh, you’re going to do plenty of spotting today” Lizzie teased when (y/n) opened the door.

“Me? Look at you, Reid” (y/n) answered, looking her from head to toe.

Lizzie’s blonde curly hair was half-up, in a simple and cute way. And she was truly happy. Radiant. (Y/n) was happy to see her best friend happy.

They got out of the building and went to the nearest bookstore with a coffee shop, walking. They both ordered their coffees, while they people-watched.

“Cute guy behind you” (y/n) whispered to Lizzie. “Don’t look now, he’s looking at you. He’s reading a John Green novel, he has good taste in books, at least. He looked back at the book, you can turn around now.”

Lizzie turned her head and saw the guy. He was cute. And he was reading Looking for Alaska. He may be worth a shot. At least she thought so, until a woman got there and kissed him.

“Looks like he wasn’t looking at me after all” Lizzie shrugged her shoulders. “But what about that guy over there? He’s been looking at you for while”.

“No, he hasn’t” (y/n) answered mechanically, before even looking at the guy.

“Oh, come on, (y/n/n), he has” Lizzie insisted. “He’s cute. Look at him, at least.”

(Y/n) looked at the guy. He was cute, but there was only one man in her head at the moment.

Spencer Reid.

“Not interested” (y/n) said.

“Fine” Lizzie rolled her eyes, sighing.

Well, my dear reader, I suppose you know what coffee and spotting is now, right? If you don’t, which I think is really hard to happen, coffee and spotting is what (y/n) and Lizzie call going to a coffee shop (preferably in a bookstore, because there are less brainless men there), drinking coffee and looking at guys, sometimes flirting, sometimes, like in that afternoon, just trying to spot cute ones.

They went home. When (y/n) got in her apartment, she took a shower and continued unpacking. She spent some time doing it before she got hungry. She had no idea where to order a takeout, so she decided to knock at her neighbor’s apartment and ask for a place. She put a bra before going, though, because, well, who the hell wears a bra, if it’s not a sports one, when they’re alone at home? If you do it, dear reader, you have no idea what you’re missing.

“(Y/n)?” Spencer asked when he opened the door.

“Hi, Spence, I was asking myself if you know any places to order a takeout from?” she said, biting the inside of her cheek.

“Of course! Do you want to come in?” he invited.

“Sure” (y/n) smiled and entered the apartment.

“We can order takeout together, if you want. You know I don’t know how to cook” he offered.

“Yeah, I absolutely know that” she chuckled, remembering when Lizzie and her visited Spencer once.

They stayed in his place, Lizzie in Spencer’s bed, (y/n) in the extra room and Spencer in his couch. Although (y/n) gave the bed to him and slept with Lizzie half of the days. One day, Spencer decided to cook pasta for them. He even asked a colleague of his that was, apparently, the pasta master, a recipe. It didn’t work. They had to order pizza instead.

“Chinese?” he asked, sitting on the couch.

“How could I say ‘no’ to Chinese?” she agreed, sitting next to him, that was typing the number without even looking.

She rolled her eyes. Geniuses with eidetic memory…

They talked, they laughed and they ate. They had a good time. When it was about nine p.m., (y/n) said goodbye, though.

“Already?” Spencer asked with his puppy face.

“Don’t do the puppy face, please. I need to rest, my first day of work is tomorrow” she replied. “I had fun” she smiled.

“I had fun too” he agreed.

They hugged tightly, and (y/n) was sad about pulling back.

“Goodbye, Spencer” she said, leaving the apartment.

“Goodbye, (y/n)” he answered, sighing.

When (y/n) got to her apartment, she changed into an oversized t-shirt and went to bed. All she could think about was Spencer, so she decided to create stories in her head to storm away those thoughts. I know you do it, too, dear reader.

She eventually slept, only to be waken up by the alarm clock in the morning. When she heard the sound, she immediately jumped off her bed. She had to get ready for work. Which she did, not eating breakfast, because she had forgotten to buy food the day before.

She met Lizzie in the subway station. They had gotten over the map in L.A. several times to find out the best way to get to their workplace.

Well, they got there in time, at least.

(Y/n) was entering the building when she stumbled on a man.

“Sorry” she apologized quickly. Lizzie had stopped to wait for her.

“You must be our new agent” he said, and (y/n) looked up to him.

“Yes, sir. (Y/n) (y/l/n)” she presented herself.

The man looked at her with his blue eyes before saying:

“Rule number six.”

“Excuse-me?” (y/n) asked confused.

“Rule number six. Never say you’re sorry” he explained.

“Oh. Okay. I’ll keep that in mind” she said, heading to the elevator.

“Who was that?” Lizzie asked her.

“I think that’s our boss” (y/n) whispered. “Never say you’re sorry around him. Never.”

“Why?”

“It’s a rule, apparently.”

They got into the elevator and pressed the button of the floor where director Vance’s office is located. When they found the office, they knocked on the door.

“Oh, Agent (y/l/n), Agent Reid, come in. I have your badges and guns here” the director said, opening the door.

He gave them their badges and their guns.

“Have you met anyone yet?” he asked, referring to the team members.

“I think so, sir. I stumbled in a man who said something about a rule number six. Could that be one of our team members?” (y/n) told him.

“That must be Gibbs. He’s the team leader” director Vance confirmed (y/n)’s suspicions. “I’ll take you two downstairs to meet the rest of the team.”

The three of them walked down a staircase and (y/n) and Lizzie found themselves in front of a bullpen, which had three occupied desks, three unoccupied ones.

“Here is where you are going to work most of the times. There are two desks that belong to no one. They belong to you now. You can present yourselves for the team” director Vance said and left for his office again.

“Hi, my name is Elizabeth Reid” Lizzie said to the agents, that were looking at her and (y/n). “But you can call me Liz, or Lizzie. Or Reid if you want…” she started rambling, but (y/n) interrupted her before she felt like she embarrassed herself.

“My name is (y/n) (y/l/n), but you can call me (y/n/n), or anything that you’d like” she smiled.

“Hi! I’m Ellie Bishop, very nice to meet you” a blonde woman greeted, standing up to shake their hands.

“Tim McGee, nice to meet you” a man with dark hair and blue eyes waved at them, still sitting in his desk.

They waved back, almost in synchrony.

“Tony DiNozzo” another man said, walking towards the girls. “Welcome to NCIS, ladies” he flashed a smile and took Lizzie’s hand to kiss it, followed by (y/n)’s hand.

They looked at each other, thinking the same thing. Sexist womanizer. They had met enough of them to know what one looked like.

(Y/n) could see Ellie and McGee rolling their eyes on the background, and she let out a small chuckle at the sight.

“What?” Tony asked.

“Nothing, I’m just seeing Ellie and McGee rolling their eyes behind you, so I suppose you do this to all women who walk into this office?” she guessed, with a smirk.

“You are absolutely right” McGee said, not even taking his eyes off the computer.

“Shut up, McGeek” Tony shushed his coworker.

Lizzie let out a chuckle and shook her head.

“What?” Tony asked. Again.

“You need to improve your game if you want to win any woman. Although I think nothing you say would work with us” Lizzie said.

Tony looked startled.

Ellie and McGee laughed.

“I like you two already” Ellie commented.

“Well, thank you” Lizzie smiled.

Maybe they could find some good friends there.

“Oh, hi Gibbs” Tony said to someone behind the girls.

Lizzie and (y/n) slowly turned around. The man behind them was the same from that morning. Gray hair, blue eyes. Serious.

“Hello, DiNozzo. Are you Agents (y/l/n) and Reid?” he asked.

“Yes, sir” Lizzie and (y/n) answered in unison.

“I’m Agent Gibbs. I see you have already met the team. Has Tony hit on you yet?” he said and the girls nodded. Then they watched the man while he moved next to Tony and gave him a slap on the back of his neck. “You two are in training. You are not special agents yet, so you better not screw up. ‘Understood?”

“Yes, sir” (y/n) replied, and Lizzie nodded.

After a couple of weeks and a few cases, (y/n) and Lizzie were already loving the job. They became friends with Ellie, Abby, the forensics girl, McGee, and even Tony. The last one was a womanizer, after all, but they realized it was an act, and that he was a good person. They started to grow some kind of affection to their boss, and they loved when he hit Tony in the back of his head, because most times he deserved it.

They were happy. Their job was always throwing new challenges at them, so they weren’t bored. And they could overcome those challenges, so they weren’t frustrated. But something was still bothering (y/n)’s mind. Spencer.

And, of course, she wouldn’t do anything different than what she did when she heard him screaming in his apartment. She got her gun from the only locked drawer and entered his place. She suddenly found herself in Spencer’s bedroom, finding out that he had just had a nightmare, and that he was safe.

“Are you okay?” she asked, sitting next to him on his bed.

“It was just… It was just a nightmare” he explained.

(Y/n) lifted her hand and wiped a tear from his cheek.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she said.

Spencer shook his head, saying ‘no’.

“Can you stay here with me, though?” he asked, with sad eyes.

“Sure” she gave him a weak smile.

(Y/n) laid on the bed, and Spencer rested his head on her chest. She immediately started playing with his hair. After a while, she noticed he was asleep. She thought about going back to her apartment, but he was too curled up in her not to notice she was leaving. So she decided to sleep there.

It’s not like you and Spencer haven’t done sleepover before, she thought. But this was different. She knew this was different. They were older. She thought of him differently.

But she felt like it was the best decision she had ever made when she turned around a little bit and she realized Spencer’s hand was on her waist and his legs were tangling into hers. She smiled and slept, more comfortable than she had ever been.

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The Best Friend’s Brother (part. 3)

Part three here! I hope you like it! Thanks to everyone that liked/reblogged/commented on the last two parts! Sorry for the wait, I had this part ready since Tuesday, but I only had time to post today. Plus, I think I’m getting sick (the kind of sickness that you’re not bad enough to skip class, but not good enough to do everything with energy). And thank you so much for 50 followers! You don’t know how much it means to me!

Word Count: 1,7K

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader, Spencer Reid x Sister!O.C.

Part 1 Part 2

(Y/n) woke up almost jumping out of bed, remembering all that had happened the night before while Spencer’s alarm clock sounded off.

“Spencer” she called, shaking him. “Spencer, wake up.”

He rolled to the other side before opening his eyes.

“Good morning” he said, scratching his eyes. “What happened?” he questioned, looking at her.

“You had a nightmare, and you were screaming. So I came here to check up on you and you asked me to stay” (y/n) told the story.

“I’m sorry” he apologized.

“Rule number six” (y/n) muttered under her breath.

“What?” Spencer asked, confused.

“It’s just a thing that my boss says. He has a set of rules. I don’t even know how many there are. Rule number six is ‘never say you’re sorry’” she explained. She knew that the full rule was ‘never say you’re sorry. It’s a sign of weakness’, but the second part wasn’t much uplifting, so she decided to ignore it. “And there’s no need to apologize. I’m here anytime that you need” she smiled.

“Thank you” he said.

“Anytime. Now, I’ll go to my apartment, change, and then we can eat breakfast. I know you miss my pancakes” (y/n) smirked, getting out of bed.

“And you are absolutely right” he sighed.

“As always” she winked and walked out of the apartment and entering hers.

The moment she closed her apartment’s door, she let out a deep breath, back in the door, and sat on the floor.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Damn, she cursed in her head. She couldn’t do it. Could she? Could she go back there, with a smile, prepare pancakes, coffee, smile and joke without kissing her best friend’s brother? She didn’t think so. But she had to. She had to.

She had to. She needed to do it. She could. At need, humans could do anything. She could.

“I can” she whispered to herself, and went to the shower. Then, she got dressed, picked up the ingredients for the pancakes, and went to Spencer’s apartment.

When she entered it, he had a gun on his hand.

“Oh, my gun!” (y/n) said.

“Yeah, I was going to ask if the gun was yours” he explained, giving the gun back to her. “You entered here with a gun last night?” Spencer asked.

“I thought someone was in your apartment, Spence. Of course I got my gun” (y/n) answered, leaving the gun on the living room table, and putting the pancake ingredients on the kitchen counter.

“How did you enter here, exactly?” Spencer asked.

“I just entered” (y/n) replied, starting to make the pancakes. “Oh my god! Didn’t you lock the door?”

Spencer closed his eyes, remembering all of his movements the night before. He didn’t remember locking the door.

“I think I didn’t” he admitted.

“Spencer! What the hell? What if it was a serial killer, not me?” she almost shouted at him, eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“I’d have you to protect me” he smirked, winking at her.

Was he flirting? It felt like he was flirting. But he couldn’t be flirting with her. It must have had been a friendly joke. Right? Assuming this, she just chuckled.

“So you’re just going to depend on me forever?” she lifted her eyebrows.

“Yeah, that’s the plan” he replied, giving her a smile that took all of her air.

It reminded her of why she fell in love with him for the first place, almost two decades before, when she was just a little girl who didn’t even know what love was. That smile made her imagine what it’d be like if he smiled like that while they were kissing, how it’d feel in her lips.

No, (y/n), stop. Stop thinking about this. Go back to your pancakes, forget it, she said to herself in her head, and turned around again to continue cooking.

But she couldn’t help to hide the smile that formed in her lips for watching Spencer smile.

“So, are you liking your new job?” he asked, in an attempt to make small talk.

“Yes, it’s really fun. I mean, not actually fun, because if I’m working it means people are dying, but I like investigating, and…” she rambled, trying to explain herself.

“I get it. I feel that too, my job is to catch serial killers, remember?” he said. “And, still, I love it and couldn’t ask for a better job” a silence filled the room, and she couldn’t say if it was uncomfortable or not. “You said something about your boss having a set of rules?” Spencer asked after some time, while (y/n) served the pancakes, putting extra chocolate sauce in Spencer’s, just the way he used to like.

“Yeah, I don’t know how many there are, and I just know a few of them. I’ve been copying them as soon as he says them, and Lizzie’s been copying them from me” she said, giggling a little bit.

“Like always” he rolled his eyes, jokingly. “What are the ones you know?”

“So far, I can tell all the ones I know without even looking at my notebook. I only know rules number two, three point one, six, eight, seventeen and forty-five” (y/n) counted, remembering all of them.

“Three point one?” he asked.

“Apparently there are two rules number one and two rules number three. I mean according to Tony” she replied, eating a piece of her pancake.

“Tony?” a bit of jealousy could be heard in his voice, but (y/n) didn’t notice it.

“Yeah, he’s a coworker. He tried to hit on me and Lizzie at first, but he’s really nice” she gave a gentle smile, and ate another piece of her pancake.

“He hit on you?” Spencer almost choked on the food.

Is he jealous?, (y/n) thought. Of course he’s jealous, you idiot, you just told him that a guy hit on his sister. The ‘you’ probably meant you and Lizzie.

“Yeah, he hit on us. But we turned him down, both of us. No need to worry about Lizzie” she said.

Spencer surprised himself when he realized he wasn’t thinking about Lizzie. Not even a little bit. Of course, he started thinking about her after that. How did a guy manage to hit in both of his girls? He calmly reminded himself that (y/n) wasn’t his girl.

Not yet, a side of his brain said, and the other side quickly reprimanded it. Do you really think she would like a guy like you? She’ll never be your girl, Spencer Reid.

“So, what are the rules?” he asked.

“Rule number two: always wear gloves at a crime scene” (y/n) started.

“Useful” Spencer commented.

“Three point one: don’t believe what you’re told. Double-check. Six is the never say sorry one, and eight is never take anything for granted.”

“That’s a good one.”

“Rule number seventeen: never, ever interrupt Gibbs in an interrogation.”

“Let me guess: your boss’ name is Gibbs?” he chuckled.

“Exactly” she smiled lightly.

She told him the other one, “clean up the mess that you make”.

They finished eating and cleaned everything up quickly. Then, (y/n) went to her apartment, brushed her teeth, and went to work with a stupid grin on her face and a big good fat mood.

“Someone’s happy today” Lizzie immediately noticed the change in her best friend’s mood.

“Yeah, I slept well” technically, that was true, because she slept like a baby in Spencer’s bed.

“I think there’s more to it…” Lizzie sing-sang.

(Y/n) just smiled at the ground, not saying a word. Lizzie didn’t insist. She knew (y/n) would tell her at some point. She always did, and the same applied vice-versa.

They talked normally, but, inside, (y/n) was dying to tell Lizzie what had happened. But there were two reasons not to. One, Spencer was her brother. Two, she wasn’t in the mood to put up with all the teasing.

She knew she wouldn’t control herself for much time. She would tell Lizzie, eventually. Just not at that moment.

It was a boring day at work. They had to do paperwork, and no one was excited to tease one another. Until, in the end of the afternoon, Gibbs came in saying that they could go home earlier.

“Boss has a date” Tony winked, and got a slap in the back of the head.

“Mind your own business, DiNozzo” Gibbs ordered, while (y/n), Lizzie, Ellie and Tim stifled their laughs. “Same applies to you four” he said, and they immediately got serious.

“It’s Friday night” Lizzie acknowledged. “That means…”

(Y/n) knew exactly what Lizzie was up to. “I’m in” she said.

About an hour and a half later, (y/n) and Lizzie were in a club, with impeccable make-up and hair.

They were sitting in the bar, taking their second round of tequila. They shot the liquid in their throats.

“Okay, so what about him?” Lizzie asked, pointing to a man.

“He’s ugly” (y/n) did a funny face, which Lizzie laughed of.

“Beauty isn’t everything” Lizzie lectured.

“I’d normally agree, but I’m looking for a fuck, not the love of my life. And he looks like he’s putting his finger into his nose” (y/n) pointed.

“Gross” the blonde woman commented. “What about that one?” she pointed to another man.

“He looks cocky” (y/n) furrowed her eyebrows.

“No, he doesn’t!” Lizzie disagreed. “You know you can’t daydream about my brother forever, right?”

(Y/n) was shook. How did she know?

“It was a guess” Lizzie smirked, as if she knew what her best friend was thinking. “But it’s easy to notice how you look at him. You’ve always had a crush on him.”

“Elizabeth Diana Reid!” (y/n) tried pretending it was a horrendous idea, but she gave up. “Is it too obvious?”

“Only to me, because I’m your best friend.”

“Yeah, but he’s a damn profiler!” (y/n) whisper-screamed, burrowing her face in her hands.

“Don’t worry, he gets all weird and acts like a non-profiler teenager in love around you” Lizzie joked.

(Y/n) tried remembering each moment that they were together. She certainly found some signals, but they could be considered friendship signals, too. And they were friends;

“I’m not a profiler, but I know behavior. He’s not in love with me” she stated.

“I’ll pretend I believe you. But now, you have to choose. Are you going to make a move on my dear brother or are you going to find someone to forget him with? There are many options here.”

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Spencer Reid - ♪Candy Apple♪

The door to the motel room opened and both set their achievements down on the pillows. A row of bears and other plush animals sat there between sweets and unfinished funfair waffles. Y/N turned the switch for the old fashioned radio on the windowsill, which started to play the soft tunes of a womans voice.

Spencer opened the window and allowed the bright neon lights to find their way into the room. She joined him in front of it and both bathed in the colors of the lively kermis outside. The sun already vanished hours ago but the lights of rides and attractions took her place. Laughter and joyful screams echoed over the sea.

They shared a smile but no words because the only ones that mattered were played in the radio right now.

One day we’re gonna be

In a motel room by the sea

By the carousel horses painted pink with

Game tents where clowns sing

You’re like the prize at the carnival

I’ve wanted since I was a little girl

Like the teddy bear with the bow round his neck

Like the sweetest candy apple

He gently took her hand and spinned her around once, before she stepped closer and started to sway with him to the music.

There movements became slower and in the end they fell down on the sheets, facing each other. The candy on the pillows filled their noses with its sweet scent. Giggles followed and they looked each other deep in the eyes.

And so they lied in this motel room by the sea, over the boardwalk where the pretty girls

eat hot dogs and soft ice cream….

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On this Halloween Night – Dr. Spencer Reid ~ A Debut fiction

Warnings: None really, just some cute fluff? And blushing…Oh and a spark that will become something so beautiful…

Written by @thingsfandom | Word count: 1, 011 | Master List | If you would like to be tagged for Pt. two please ask :)

Type of fic: Story/ Imagine/ One Shot/ Drabble

Imagine pt. One | Imagine P.t Two

A/n: I am so super excited to announce my first ever published writing about the beautiful and wonderful Dr. Spencer Reid! I have written him before, but I have never published it to Tumblr because these stories were published elsewhere a few years ago, but they are no longer published at that place. Enjoy! (It has been updated/edited/ Re-furbished heavily) Also gif is not originally mine.

“Spencer?” “Yeah?” I asked as he looked up at me from the mirror he was standing in front of. “What if they don’t like the food or something? You know that Rossi is a chef, what if he criticises my style?” I asked him watching him brush his hair like how The Albert Einstein did. He smirked and chuckled at my question. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he thought that I was being silly. “You’re being irrational Y/n. You can definitely cook! Okay? Don’t start getting scared now, you’ve worked so hard on everything today.” He met my eyes again and smiled at me. I felt my fears float away into the sky. Damn he knew how to make me feel better. I smiled back at him only to catch him staring, and then he retreated with a red face.

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─ lipstick.

request :: @a-writes-things

pairing | spencer reid x reader

word count | 1k

warnings | nada

criminal minds masterlist | request

Not even an eidetic memories and genius-qualifying IQ’s of 187 could save a man or woman from wanting a significant other in their life. Spencer Reid was no different from the rest of them in that sense, but he found that his lifestyle never really allowed for a girlfriend – and, considering the experiences he’d had in the past with people he held more than dear to his heart, he just never could bring himself to open up to another in that way.

But Reid’s mindset changed whenever he met Y/n, a woman who entertained his factual tangents, even rivaled them with her own, made his heart do backflips in his chest, and tied his tongue far more than public speaking ever could.

Whenever he first laid eyes on her, a small smile had consumed his lips, and for a moment, he wondered how someone so beautiful lived in such an ugly place like Washington, DC. Then, whenever they made eye contact, his mind wandered to the idea of how the entire universe could lay so beautifully in one woman’s eyes. Shortly after, they spoke – how she’d gotten across the gallery floor, he couldn’t remember clearly.

“Hi,” she looked at him with a nervous smile, like she was just as anxious as he was to be standing there.

“Uhm, hi-hello,” he stuttered, desperately trying to keep his calm.

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Heavy Pleasure (Hotch X Reader)

Title: Heavy Pleasure (Hotch X Reader)

Request: Hi, i LOVE your smut! if youre still doing requests, could you do a smut of Aaron and Fem!Reader in his office right before a case?

Triggers/Warnings: LOT of smut (not sure if that’s triggering, but VERY dirty)

A/N: Thank you for your kind words my love, I hope you like :) I’m a little rusty, so I apologize

“Here,” you huffed, carelessly tossing the thick file onto Hotch’s desk. As you whirled on your heel and began stomping out of his office, you heard a small chuckle echo behind you. You gritted your teeth and turned to face him.

“What’s so funny?” You snapped at him.

He held up his hands in surrender, a sly smirk spread across his lips. “Nothing, I just think you’re overreacting.”

Your lip quivered in annoyance, “I am NOT overreacting. Telling me I’m not allowed to go on this case with you guys just because I was late on my last report is fucking ridiculous and I’m quite aware you’re just trying to piss me off. Well guess what Hotchner? It worked. Congratulations.”

As you were about to yank the door open dramatically, his booming voice made you freeze.

“HEY.”

Your eyes connected with his once again, yours bright with curiosity and a hint of fear as you noticed his fierce expression. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words spilled out as you were completely frozen.

Hotch rose from his chair and slowly made his way around to the front of his desk, his deep brown eyes never losing contact with yours. He slightly cocked his head and you could’ve sworn he looked you up and down. It felt like he was staring into your soul, examining your every thought and taking in your body. He held up his hand and wiggled his finger, beckoning you closer. You obliged, slowly stepping forward, still silent.

“Now why the hell do you think you can talk to me like that?” The tone of his voice was husky yet smooth.

You gulped, “You might be my boss, but you’re not my dad. It’s called freedom of speech.” You tried to sound brave and tough.

Hotch smirked again, this time his smile appearing to be much more mischievous. “I bet you’d call me daddy if I was pounding in and out of you.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “What?”

With one swift movement, Hotch was right in front of you, his strong arm snaking around your waist. His breath was hot on your neck, making your body shiver.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, Princess. The way you lick your lips, yearning for the taste of my cock.”

You tried to hold back a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. From the muffled chuckle into your neck, you could tell he heard you.

“I bet you go home and touch yourself, thinking about me.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, you grabbed his face with both your hands and smashed your lips into his, forcing your tongue into his mouth. He returned the kiss instantly, his hands moving to your hips, squeezing your ass slightly making you squirm at the sharp touch.

“Tell me what you want baby,” he grunted, breaking the kiss.

You took a deep breath, looking him dead in the eyes, “I want you to bend me over this desk and fuck me mercilessly.”

He grinned as your words made him rock hard, bulging through his dress pants. He wasted no time in tugging down your pants and slightly pushing you towards his desk as you slowly bent yourself over, waiting for him to yank down his trousers. Hotch hooked one finger into both side of your panties and calmly slid them down, groaning at the sight of your ass.

“I could get used to this sight,” he hissed, making you giggle with satisfaction. A swift smack to your bare ass made you yelp in surprise.

“Shhhhh,” Hotch laughed. “Want everyone else to see you like this?”

You smiled innocently facing the wall, “No daddy.”

You heard him growl from behind you. Suddenly, the sharp feeling of his tip slowly edging its way into you made you bite down on your lip.

He leaned over your body, “This what you want?”

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, “Mmmhmmm.”

He stood back up silently as you waited. Suddenly, he slammed every inch of his cock into your dripping pussy. You held back a scream as your walls tightened around his throbbing dick. He pounded in and out of you, each time seeming harder than the next. You rocked back and forth with every hit to your sweet spot. He groaned from behind you, his nails digging into your bare ass as he gripped it tightly. You could barely hold on any longer, but the sensation was such pleasure to your body that you wanted to hold out as long as possible.

You felt him twitch inside of you, his thrusts becoming sloppy and less harsh. “Ugh baby, I’m almost there.” You hummed in response, clawing into his desk.

Moments later, you felt his warm load release inside of you, followed by heavy sighs from him. You followed, your cum dripping down his cock.

You instantly dropped to your knees, taking him harshly into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his cock, licking off every spot of cum.

He hissed in pleasure, “Mmmm maybe we should fight more often.”

You smiled in response, still sucking on his throbbing shaft.

There was no doubt in your mind that this man was perfect for all your dirty needs.

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Costumes at the Convention

Spencer Reid X OC.

Requested: Yes (16: I don’t know if you have noticed but I am extremely socially awkward).

Words: 768 (trying to write longer but they are getting shorter).

You have some interesting facts at a convention, but no-one to tell them too.

He had just been left by his friend. It was the same person he had been to the convention with for the last two years. You only knew that because you could see the picture of the previous year clearly in your head. They were wearing the same thing.

What had caught your attention the first year was his scarf. It hadn’t been more than a week since you had discovered your prized fact, so it had caused you to chuckle. Then, when you saw him the next year, you had been meaning to make a comment. However, he and his friend ran out quite quickly.

Clearing your throat, you decided that this year was the year you would mention it. Without realising, you had watched him walk closer and began to contemplate speaking.

“Did you know that Tom Bakers long scarf was created by accident?” You asked, your voice catching in the back of your throat as you caught the man’s attention.

Shock filled his face, along with a sense of fear that had been formed by the sudden comment from you. He seemed to be trying to find the right words to answer, causing you to chuckle slightly before adding, “Sorry, I remember seeing you here last year, you were wearing the same thing.”

You watched as his brow furrowed in confusion and you mentally scolded yourself for the last comment. Shaking your head, you spoke again, “That made me sound really creepy. I have a photographic memory, so I’m not a weirdly obsessed person.”

“I have met a lot of those,” the man chuckled as he looked at you, an awkward smile playing at his lips. “I didn’t, by the way. I didn’t know that it was created by accident.”

“I design costumes for the stage, so I have done a lot of research on costumes. Not just Doctor Who, but all sorts. Different musicals, TV shows, movies. When Harry Met Sally was really interesting, as well as any period drama. Looking at how they try to be historically correct, it’s incredible.” You rambled, watching as the man chuckled and took the seat opposite you. “I’m sorry. I don’t know if you could tell, but I’m extremely socially awkward. I usually hide behind a sowing machine or laptop, or costume facts.”

“My work colleagues don’t like it when I talk to people.” The man responded, causing you to smile at the sudden similarity. “They say there is something called the Reid Effect. I tend to make animals and people confused.”

“You just seem like a regular nerd to me.” You declared, looking at him with a furrowed brow. “Why would that confuse people?”

“I got a doctorate at 19, so when I was introduced to people, they would get a little confused.” He explained. “I’m Spencer by the way.”

“(Y/N).” You replied, not holding out your hand. You had never liked shaking people’s hands, they always tended to be clammy when you did. Spencer chuckled at this. “What, Doctor?”

“You didn’t hold your hand out.” He stated. “Most people do, and I feel really bad for not shaking their hands.”

“I hate shaking hands.” You smiled, shaking your head in amusement. “People always have such sweaty hands. And personal hygiene is terrible most days.”

“Exactly,” he declared, a little louder than was necessary. He seemed to be comfortable around you, despite your weird quirks.

You talked for over an hour about any random facts that came up. Both of you learnt a lot, especially how comfortable you were around each other. Before you knew it, the convention was closing for the night and you had to head out.

“Well, Doctor, it was nice to meet you. I hope I didn’t pull you away from your friend.” You declared as you reached the parking lot, before you headed to your car.

Shaking his head, Spencer replied, “She had actually told me to come and speak to you. Apparently, she could remember seeing you there alone last year as well.”

“So, I did you a favour?” You asked sarcastically.

“Yes, you did.” Spencer answered before turning his back on you and walking away. Just as you were about to get in your car, Spencer added, “And please, if you think of any other facts, call me.”

“How?” You called, confused at the statement. Neither of you had exchanged numbers.

Spencer pointed at his ear, causing you to brush your hand behind you ear where you found a slip of paper. Smiling you held it up, nodding your head as you yelled, “You, Spencer, are full of surprises.”

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Good To Know

Spencer sat at his desk, working on paperwork. He felt something brush his hair and looked up to catch you walking by. You looked back, smirking as you caught his eye.

A couple of minutes later, you returned to his desk and set down a coffee mug in front of him. “Here you go, a cup of sugar with some coffee splashed into it,” you told him.

He smiled and took it into his hands. “Thanks, (Y/N),” he said, taking a sip.

“So,” you began, taking a seat on the edge of his desk. “Do you wanna have a movie night tomorrow? I’ll host.”

“I’d love to,” he said, putting the mug back down. “But I promised JJ that I’d watch Henry so her and Will could have a night out.”

“Oh, ok. Another time then,” you said, frowning as you moved to head back to your own desk.

He put a hand on your knee to stop you. “Unless you wanted to come along?”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I’m sure JJ won’t mind. It’ll be fun.”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Alright, let’s do it.” You leaned down to give him a peck on the lips. “I better get back to work. We’ll talk time and such later.” You ruffled his hair again before walking off.

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“AHH!” you squealed.

“I’m gonna get you!” Spencer laughed.

“Run, Henry, run!”

The toddler ran down the hall towards the living room, screaming and giggling as he went.

“Into the fort!”

Henry ran into the fort that the three of you had created about an hour ago. You go down on your hands and knees and crawled in after him before putting a couch cushion over the doorway.

“Let me in!” Spencer ordered.

“You can’t get to us in here! We’ve locked you out!” you yelled back.

“I’ll find a way!”

“Go away, Uncle Spencer!” Henry shouted. You giggled.

“Let me in!”

“What’s the magic word?” you asked.

“Please?”

“Henry, he said please. Do you think we should let him in?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Alright. Henry says you can come in.”

You removed the cushion and Spencer crawled in. The ceiling of the fort was so low that he had to hunch over to fit.

“Thanks, Henry,” Spencer said.

“You’re welcome,” the toddler replied.

“You know what sounds like fun? If we opened up this wall of the fort, we could watch a movie in here. How’s that sound?” you asked.

“I think that’s a great idea! What do you think, Henry? Do you wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah!”

“Alright, how about we go get you dressed in your pjs first while Uncle Spencer gets the movie ready? What movie should we watch?”

He climbed out of the fort and headed to the shelf next to the TV. You and Spencer followed. He found one on the bottom shelf and pulled it out, handing it to you.

“Finding Nemo? I think that’s a great choice! Let’s get you changed.”

You picked Henry up and took him up the stairs as Spencer set up the movie and took down the wall of the fort that faced the screen.

After getting Henry all set, the three of you laid down in the fort to watch the movie, Henry falling asleep by the end of it. You carefully picked him up and took him up to his bed, Spencer following behind you. You tucked him in and stepped back, Spencer wrapping an arm around you.

“Look at him,” you whispered. “He’s so peaceful.”

“Yeah,” Spencer agreed, kissing the top of your head.

“And so adorable. I want one!”

Spencer’s eyes widened. “Wait.” He pulled you out of the room and back down the stairs so as not to wake Henry before continuing. “What?”

“I, I mean, um. Not right now, no!” you clarified. “Just…sometime in the future it’d be nice to have kids. You’re not freaked out, are you?” you asked, worried you said too much. You had only started dating a few months ago.

“No, of course not!” he insisted. “I want kids someday too.”

You smiled. “That’s good to know.”

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