sinnxagain

[sinnxagain]

Series Masterlist

Summary: Jax Teller is used to getting what he wants. At least that was the case before he met you.

Series CW: 18+ minors do not interact, a smutty, angst filled series / no major content warnings yet but will update as I write

Wordcount: incomplete

♡ PART ONE - Pretty Sweet

♡ PART TWO - coming soon

back to masterlist

[sinnxagain]

how to ask a girl out ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x reader

summary: elle sees an opportunity to teach spencer about asking a girl out. 3275 words

a/n: based on this scene. this is the longest fic ive ever written so sorry if it’s a painful read 

Spencer feels creepy staring at you like this.

There’s no other way to put it. He feels like he’s twelve again, the youngest in his Las Vegas high school, staring at all the pretty girls that get his heart racing just by existing. But you’re more enchanting than those girls. He could watch you do anything, he thinks, because no matter what you’re doing you look picture perfect, like you don’t have a single bad angle.

Spencer still has the social skills of twelve year old him, though. Especially when dealing with cute people.

“You know,” The voice makes Spencer jump, “If you stare long enough, she just might notice.”

Keep reading

[sinnxagain]

good morning ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader (garcia’s friend)

summary: sweet mornings with a sweet boy. 719 words

a/n: here’s an attempt at fluff while i write part 2 of “i want to love someone and be loved” :)

When you open your eyes and the first thing you see is a Doctor Spencer Reid conked out, you can’t help but brush a small piece of his hair behind his ear. He doesn’t move.

He looks so peaceful – no tension between his brows, no frown on his face. He’s having a restful sleep, for once, no nightmares in sight. If there is a God, you thank them. He needs it.

Your hand falls to the back of Spencer’s head, fingers twirling his hair. It’s gotten long enough that you can wrap a strand around several times. You keep bugging Spencer to let you give him French braids. He keeps refusing.

Time passes – you don’t know how long you spend like that, eyes dancing around Spencer’s calm face, soft breaths on your lips as you’re so close. You wish every morning was this, full of tranquillity instead of rushed kisses and “I’ll text you!”s because he’s been called in for a case suddenly.

He shuffles, a small groan coming from his throat, and Spencer’s awake. Just like you, he feels blessed to wake up to such a sight.

“Hi.” He rasps.

You smile giddily, “Hi.”

Spencer’s arms move to wrap around you and he tugs you close, close enough that you could tuck your head into his neck if you wanted, but you don’t. You want to look at him, take him all in, because he’s a vision you’ll never get bored of. Kind of like the night sky.

“Thank you.” You say suddenly.

He looks at you in confusion, “You’re welcome?”

You laugh at the odd look he gives you. You explain, “No, hear me out. Since before we started dating you’ve been so patient and understanding. Remember when you first asked me out? I told you your line of work doesn’t lend itself to love, and you told me you were willing to try if I was. And I was scared, and thought we’d try and you’d give up and we’d have to deal with that awkward aftermath, but you’ve proven every day since that love isn’t so difficult and isn’t as unattainable as I originally thought. I’ve never been happier to be proven wrong.”

Spencer’s got this look in his eye. You wish you knew what was going on his head, but the one thing you can tell is that he appreciates what you’re saying. He’s got a meek smile on his face, eyes gleaming as the sunlight streams in. His thumb glides back and forth on your back, grip tightening a little.

You’re not done.

“Your job is so tough, Spence, so much more than I could ever understand and I try to be there for you because you’ve always been there for me and I’m sure it isn’t enough but.. I’d do anything for you, and you know that, right? I love and care for you so much. Thank you for showing me the world isn’t full of cruel people.”

You let out a breath when you’re done, like you just finished a full sprint, and smile at Spencer’s awed expression. He still hasn’t said anything some minutes later.

“A lot to unload on you five minutes after you woke up, huh?” You joke. You glance at his lips.

He giggles, pulling you so you’re completely flush against him. He rubs his nose against yours, again and again, his grin so wide all you can see is perfect teeth.

He pecks your lips, still smiling.

“You deserve nothing less,” He starts, voice less rough than when he first woke up, “And as long as I’m able to, I’m gonna do everything in my power to do that. Every day for the rest of our lives.”

There’s nothing but love and warmth in the very minuscule space between you.

It’s there and then Spencer decides he’s going to marry you. He’ll text Garcia when you’re distracted, make her swear on her life to not let this spill, and invite her to help him choose a ring. Maybe Derek can tag along if he promises to behave.

Garcia wakes up, across town, with an extraordinary amount of happiness in her body. She can tell something is happening – her love senses are tingling. When Spencer texts her some hours later, she breaks her favourite mug in excitement.

[sinnxagain]

(nearly) lost love ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader

summary: “hi idk if you’re taking requests but if you are i’d love to read something where the reader ends up getting hurt somehow (maybe by an unsub) and is in the hospital and spencer is super worried about her and maybe confesses his feelings for her bc he thought he was gonna lose her?? idk just something super fluffy with a little angst if you’re up for it” 2890 words

a/n: im gon na be honest idk how to write angst so i just went where the story took me????

masterlist

Spencer was proudly stood in front of his geological profile in the Austin precinct when the frantic call was made over the comms.

“Agent down! I repeat, Agent down! We need a medic!”

It was Morgan’s booming voice, firm and commanding, and Spencer first felt relief knowing at least Morgan was safe. But fear follows, prickling through his entire body when, oh no, someone on his team has been injured.

Morgan kept his comm connected. Spencer could hear all the chaos on the other end – he picked up that JJ was counting bodies, there was at least four medics requested, and, the most gut-wrenching for Spencer, was listening to Morgan repeat variations of, “Stay with me Y/N. Don’t close your eyes – listen to me, baby, stay with me, Y/N!”

You. You were the agent down.

You, who, less than two hours ago, laughed at your own joke so hard you couldn’t get it out. You, who made plans with him to go shopping for Halloween decorations that weekend (which Spencer was way too excited about, by the way). You.

You, who Spencer recently realised he’s in love with.

Why does he feel like this is his fault? He knows, logically, it isn’t – the obvious reason is because Spencer wasn’t there (which, a little voice in the back of his head says well maybe if you were there this wouldn’t have happened…) and it’s likely that this is entirely the ubsub’s fault. He attacked and you were the unlucky target.

But the history of Spencer’s love life shows there is a definite risk to being associated with him.

Is this the world’s way of telling him he shouldn’t love you? He shouldn’t tell you he loves you?

Was the big speech Derek gave him, the month they spent building Spencer’s confidence up, all for nothing? Because Spencer’s cursed?

This isn’t about you, Spencer, he thinks, angry at himself. God, you’re hurt, injuries still unknown, and he’s floundering because he’s convinced himself he’s cursed.

“Reid? You there?”

It’s Morgan, still talking through the comm, and it knocks Spencer out of his head. “Y-yeah, I’m here. Y/N? Is it Y/N? Is she okay?”

Morgan’s voice is calm and collected, as always, “Hey, kid, chill. She’s with a medic on the way to the hospital. You wanna-“

“I’ll meet you there.”

Spencer dashes out of the room.

Keep reading

[sinnxagain]

Let Me

PAIR: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader SUMMARY: Spencer wakes up hard and morning antics ensue. CATEGORY: smut (18+ ONLY) CONTENT: oral sex (m-receiving), pillow + thigh grinding, face fucking, dirty talk (praise, slight deg), pet names (good girl, perfect girl, pretty girl, baby, whore), cum eating, fluffy ending WORD COUNT: 1.6k

NOTES: reader has long-ish hair just bc i do and it ended up that way lol // i have no explanation for this, other than the fact that i wanted to write some dick sucking and it ended up being absolutely filthy :]

—

Waking up next to Spencer was one of your favorite parts about living together. Due to his irregular sleep schedule, you found yourself waking up before him most mornings and taking a second to appreciate the rare peace in his expression.

You stirred and attempted to roll over, but a pressure against your back and arms wrapped around your torso prevented you from doing so. Your arms extended upwards instead, stretching your muscles in the ways that you were able to in your position.

You turned your head and was met with Spencer spooning you from behind, his curls mussed from the night of sleep and his lips lax and slightly parted. You spotted a bit of dry drool on the corner of his mouth and couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as you wiped it off with your thumb.

Spencer’s eyelids twitched a few times before they slowly opened at the sound of your laughter.

“What’s so funny?” He rasped in his morning voice, yawning as he flexed his back. His grip on you loosened, so you turned over to lay against him and placed a kiss on his jaw, his stubble a bit scratchy.

“Just a bit of slobber. You’re like a child, I swear,” you teased him.

The two of you exchanged your usual good morning’s and shared a proper kiss. When Spencer pulled you closer, your leg slotted between his and you felt a distinct hardness against it.

“Oh, it really is a good morning, isn’t it?” you said with a smirk as you ground your thigh against him. Spencer’s cheeks flushed.

“I get to wake up next to you, can you blame me?” he shrugged and placed a kiss to the crown of your head, “I’ll go take care of it, I’ll be right back.”

He began to gently push you off so he could slide off the bed, but you placed a hand on his chest and brought him right back down. You loved Spencer for being considerate on the mornings when you weren’t in the mood, but evident by your aching pussy at the feeling of him beneath you, this wasn’t one of those.

“Sit up,” you encouraged with a pat on his stomach, “Let me.”

You could see excitement replace the leftover sleep in Spencer’s eyes as he sat back on the pillows and watched you shift onto your knees between his spread legs. You began to lean down and hooked your fingers under his waistband when he placed the crook of his hand beneath your chin and brought you up to attach your lips instead.

You indulged in each other in a slow, erotic kiss, his mouth opening to push his tongue against yours. Spencer’s hands traveled under the old shirt of his that you slept in and caressed the skin at your waist until he reached your chest. He gave his favorite pair of tits a loving squeeze and playfully pinched one of your nipples, laughing at the way you jumped. Spencer pulled away and tossed a pillow onto your lap.

“Grind on that for me, will you?”

You eagerly straddled the pillow, biting your bottom lip at the thought of getting off while having Spencer’s dick down your throat. You returned to your previous task, removed his bottoms, and let out a pleasant hum when he sprung up, rock hard, from his confines.

Spencer gathered your hair into one of his fists and held it back as you kissed around his groin. You watched as his abdomen rose and fell as you teased his skin, enjoying the edge you put him on. Your hands gripped the sheets at his sides as you began to rock against the pillow beneath you, stimulating your clit through your underwear.

Having a bit of mercy, you finally took Spencer’s leaking cock in your hands and stroked him gently, looking up at the way his eyebrows flexed in pleasure. You ran your thumb against his tip once before you took it between your lips and licked at his slit with the point of your tongue. When the seam of the pillow rubbed you at just the right angle, you moaned against Spencer’s head and felt his grip on your hair tighten.

You slacked your jaw and coaxed more of his length in little by little, syncing your movements with the push and pull of your hips against cloth. Spencer watched through heavy lids, the way you twitched due to the growing heat between your legs, which only heightened his own arousal.

“Fuck, you look beautiful with my cock between your lips,” he moaned.

The praise sent electricity down to your core and you rocked faster, deeper, hitting all the right spots as you kept sucking him off. You pushed down until your nose barely brushed the hair at his base, gagging with tears forming in your eyes. Spencer’s free hand cupped your cheek tenderly.

“That’s it, oh– so pretty, baby, you're doing so well.”

You moaned around his thickness, hoping he would get the message that you were enjoying it just as much as he was. You finally pulled off, gasping for air, taking a second to recollect before you dove in again. The buddings of your climax blossomed in your abdomen as you relentlessly rubbed to get closer to release.

You sucked down his length, enjoying the burn of his dick in your mouth paired with the friction of the pillow under you. You fumbled around to grab his hands and place them on the back of your head, signaling exactly what you wanted him to do.

Spencer took no time at all to wrap your hair around his hands as leverage, getting as close to your scalp as he could without hurting you. Though, the dull tug on your strands was borderline intoxicating.

You let Spencer take complete control of your head’s movement as he fucked his cock into you as he pleased, which left you to focus on your throbbing clit. You used one hand to stabilize yourself and the other slipped into your underwear to rub at the nub in-time with his thrusts. Spencer couldn’t think straight when you looked so sinful and desperate, praise and profanities both mindlessly spilling from his lips.

“Fuck! So good–”

“You love it when I use you like this, huh?”

“Oh– god, look at you so needy–”

“My perfect girl, sucking dick like a whore”

“You’re gonna swallow all of my cum, got that, pretty girl?”

You managed to whine, mhmmm!

“Yeah, yeah– god, fuck yeah–”

Spencer’s mouth stretched open as he groaned and spilled his load onto your tongue, slowing his movements and listening to the way you panted as you attempted to keep it all in your mouth while trying to reach your own peak. You pulled off of him and swallowed, but some of his seed escaped and dribbled down your chin.

“C’mere.”

Spencer reached down and guided you to straddle his thigh. He pushed aside your underwear to reveal your sopping pussy and inserted two fingers into it from behind, using that grip as leverage to assist you in grinding against his bare thigh. His other hand traveled up your shirt to grip your bare breast, bouncing from the repeated movement.

“Good girl, keep going, you’re so gorgeous.”

You rested your forehead against his and panted into his mouth, which he took as an opportunity to give you lazy kisses as you used his thigh of your own free will. Spencer licked up the cum that trailed down your throat and pushed his tongue into your mouth, essentially feeding himself back to you.

The blazing fire spread from your core to every nerve of your body and when he curled his fingers at just the right angle, reaching further to hit the right spot, you were an absolute goner. Your hips bucked and jerked against his hold, abdomen tightening with the intensity of your release. You moaned in a high pitch against his cheekbone and slowed your movements, already feeling yourself getting sensitive.

Spencer pulled his fingers out of you and lapped up your juices. He wrapped his arms around your back and cradled you in his arms as you tried to catch your breath. He placed a kiss to the top of your head and raked his clean fingers through your hair to push it out of your face, damp with sweat.

“You okay?” he whispered breathlessly. You could feel his chest heaving under you.

“Good– I’m good,” you laughed, voice raspy from the abuse it just endured, “So extremely good.”

“Want me to make you some tea? I don’t want your throat to hurt too much.”

“That would be perfect, thank you,” you whispered.

Spencer maneuvered out from under you and fluffed the pillows so you could rest your head. He got dressed and kissed your temple.

“I love you, by the way,” he said, much too endearingly for someone who just rammed his dick down your throat.

You watched as he padded out and listened to the sounds of his movement in the kitchen.

He re-emerged into the bedroom with two mugs and snacks piled onto a breakfast tray and joined you in bed, where you didn’t move for the remainder of the morning.

—

.... anyways ....... HAHAH

masterlist // join my taglist

SMUT TAGLIST: @just_arandomwriter @ssa-m-187 @alexxavicry @lowensashleigh @meganskane @reidsbookclub @exhaleli @frickin-bats @kuolonsyoja @fightingdragonswithreid @coldlilheart @averyhotchner @msspencerreid @everyonesfavoritepipecleaner @averydiana26 @reidslibrarybook @moderatelydelusional @cncos-baby @sweetandsunny @pastelbabygirl19 @allthecolorsneverseen @unmitigatedsuperiority @lilacprentiss @justlivinginadaydream @g-l-pierce @nomajdetective @silverhetdanes @gublur @ready-4-spencie @spencerreidat3am @dirtytissuebox @samuel-de-champagne-problems @alexontheinternet @safespacespence @reidirect @sevensilverstrings

also tagging @givemeth and @queenreid because u guys responded to my post, teehee

(tags not working)

[sinnxagain]

Virally Desired

(gif by @ropoto​ !! - if u saw the first version of this, no u didn’t lol)

can be read alone, but I highly recommend reading Loren’s fic first! also inspired by this post by @calseb :)

PAIR: Spencer Reid x GN!Barista!Reader (I read this over so many times and I’m pretty sure it’s gn, but please let me know if I need to make any changes!) SUMMARY: The internet is completely infatuated with the “incredibly sexy Doctor Reid,” but you happen to know him as the man you serve coffee to (and might be a bit smitten with). CATEGORY: Fluff :’) CONTENT: I’ve never worked at a coffee shop so idk how accurate those parts are lol sorry, mentions of food and drinks, probably a couple of inaccurate facts (though, I tried), mentions of insecurities, there’s also a cat WORD COUNT: 2.8k

NOTES: yes… I made this into a coffee shop fic because I have a soft spot for those when it comes to Reid lol and I honestly thought that it would be kinda cute in this scenario. special thanks to Loren aka @moderatelydelusional for encouraging me to write this! <3 I hope I did it justice and that you enjoy it :D

Pushing open the glass door to The Friendly Bean, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods overwhelmed your senses. Although any cafe wasn’t complete without the bustle of customers going about their days, you always loved the peace before opening hours. There was something about the sound of machines working, paired with music playing softly in the background that gave you comfort as you prepared shop for the day ahead.

“Good morning, ______!” your coworker Eleanor cheerfully greeted from behind the counter. Ever since starting at this location last year, the two of you became effortless friends.

“Good morning, everybody,” you willed a smile to her and the couple other employees who waved from the back room. The side effects of waking up at the crack of dawn were starting to catch up to you. “What do we have brewin’?  I could use a cup of anything that has caffeine right now.”

You clocked in and made your way behind the counter while wrapping the ties of your tan colored apron around your waist, knotting it in the back with a bow.

“Here,” El passed you a hot cup, “I made your latte just the way you like it.” “You’re my savior, thank you,” you gave her a look of appreciation. “I’m having a rough morning already and I have a feeling it’s gonna be a long day.” You sighed before taking a sip.

“Cheer up, grumpy,” she teased, poking your side with her elbow, “Maybe your future husband will come in and kiss your bad mood better.” “He is NOT my future husband!” you denied insistently, but there was no use in trying to hide your smile and the bit of redness that crept to your cheeks.

Keep reading

[sinnxagain]

Passenger Seat

— dedicated to @ssa-m-187, for sharing my brain ♡ i treasure u

PAIR: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader SUMMARY: The one where you feel a lot of things and Spencer knows exactly what you need. CATEGORY: hurt/comfort CONTENT: anxiety, crying, sad, driving WORD COUNT: 767 (a wee blurb)

NOTES: inspired by a drive i went on with my best friend when i was feelin low, except ours was much more platonic // wrote this while i was feelin the blues today. heavily unedited and very small, but it eased the ache a bit <3

Spencer pushes his key into the lock of your shared apartment and swings it open, expecting to see you reading on the couch or writing at the kitchen table as usual. Instead, he’s met with an empty apartment, only illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun peeking through the windows. He shrugs, kicks off his shoes, and drops his bag next to the couch. He begins working on undoing his tie as he makes his way towards the bedroom door.

When he enters and still doesn’t spot you, his brows pull together in confusion. He begins to wonder if you left to go somewhere until he hears a muffled sniffle come from under the chunky duvet. The sound makes his heart sting.

He slowly creeps his way towards the bed, finally noticing the faint you-shaped lump under the covers. Spencer lifts its edge and peeks underneath to see the woman he loves balled up in the fetal position, tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Now, what’s this all about?” he whispers and his voice immediately sends comfort to your aching chest. He raises the duvet just enough so that he can slide under with you, cradling your form with his body and pressing a kiss into your hair. Just enough of golden sunlight shines through the fabric that you can see his sharp features. You bury yourself into his chest and inhale his distinct scent that feels like home.

“I don’t know,” you rasp, “Just… feeling things. You know how it goes.” Another tear.

“Yeah, I know how it goes. It comes with loving someone who is as affected by their emotions as you are.” His statement makes you hide your face in your hands. At this, he lightly grasps your wrists with one of his to pull them away, the other rubbing lazy circles along your spine. Spencer kisses both of your palms. “Hey—none of that. It’s one of the endless things I love about you.”

His profession replaces a bit more of your aching with warmth, but a stubborn tear still escapes from the corner of your eye. You feel his lips briefly brush against yours.

“Wanna go for a drive?” His voice is barely audible and you nod. “Grab your blanket, we’ll go in a bit.”

—

Spencer changes into a large hoodie and sweats before you both make your way to the car, his hand lightly hovering over the small of your back. A throw blanket is draped over your shoulders. When you walk up to the passenger side, Spencer opens the door and dramatically motions for you to get inside.

“My liege,” he says in a goofy voice that makes you giggle as you curl up in the seat. At the sight of your smile despite the redness in your eyes, his gaze softens and the weight on his chest is lightened. He slides in, starts the car, and you’re off.

Your drives started about a month into your relationship. Ever since he discovered that they take your mind off of whatever heartache you may be experiencing, he never hesitates to offer a trip around the block (gas money, be damned). What Spencer still doesn’t realize is that he’s the reason why they work so well. Having him next to you in your own little world—this solace in the shape of a vehicle—makes you forget about anything else that plagues your thoughts.

You look over at him as he watches the road intently, one hand steering while the other rests on your thigh, fingers drumming to the beat of the lowly playing music. You admire his strong jaw and the way his hair curls slightly at the ends—every ridge, every mark on his skin, everything you’ve come to love about him—and wonder how you got so lucky.

Lucky to have someone who understands what you need—someone who listens, empathizes, and lacks judgement—someone like Spencer. He looks over at you for a moment and all the pain in your heart subsides. The sky behind him is inked with hues of pink and orange, making him look ethereal.

At that moment, nothing matters. All anxieties of the future and past drift away when you think about how loved and cared for you are in the present. You don’t need anything else.

All you need is right now.

—

(yes, they buckled up)

my masterlist

join my taglist !

taglist: @moderatelydelusional @jessicarabbit09 @itwouldburnupintheatmosphere @shemarmooresfedora @sweetandsunny @kuolonsyoja @spookyspence @sammypotato67 @averyhotchner @frickin-bats @bberree @msspencerreid @mvlanchqly @reidingmelodies @averyhotchner @ssacalumsg0lden @spencersrose @unmitigatedsuperiority @solarreid @doctcr-reid @idonotexiste @encyclo-reid-ia @mordsith1026

[sinnxagain]

Blurbmas day 5: Getting snowed in with Spencer!

word count: 915

warnings: spencer being annoying at scrabble, some tooth achy fluff

"It won't snow that much huh?" I mocked Spencer as we stood in front of the window. He grimaces as we stare at the completely snow covered roads and sidewalks. We had already called Horch, and just like the rest of the team, informed him we wouldn't be coming in.

Last night I had checked the weather as I normally did, informing Spencer of the upcoming snow. He had quickly launched into a rant about how wrong these apps tend to be about unpredictable things like this.

"They're just guessing! It probably won't even snow!"

But even geniuses can be proven wrong.

"What the hell are we supposed to do?!" Spencer frowns in annoyance. We had spent our rare weekend off doing every chore known to man, since we hadn't in a while. Unfortunately, that meant we now had nothing to do today. Well, almost nothing.

"Well lucky for you, your amazing partner is also a genius!" I open my cupboard of board games, pulling out every single one and presenting them to him. He immediately lights up as he takes them from me.

"Woah! I didn't even know you had these!" The wonder in his eyes is almost childlike, and it makes my heart melt.

"Told you I was a genius! So where do you wanna start?"

The gleam in his eye is almost imperceptible as he holds up Scrabble.

"Wanna test out your genius?"

I hated this god damn game. We had been playing for two hours and without fail, Spencer won each time. If I wasn't so angry I would almost be impressed. But alas, I was angry.

"That's not even a word!!" I throw a tile at him and he dodges it, laughing as he places 'Quixotic' down on the board.

"Actually it is! It means equally impractical and unrealistic! And with my extra 50 points for using all my tiles as well as a triple word score...that's 228 points!" He grins at me excitedly as he jots it down. We both know he'll remember his score but this way he got to show off even more.

"...No more Scrabble! I am banning you from Scrabble!" I start packing it up, wiping away all his words. He immediately pouts at me, whining to get me to stop.

"Come on! I'll let you win this time?" I pause, ready to cave, but one look at him tells me that's a lie.

"Nope! We're playing my favourite game now!"

"...What is it?"

I grin almost sadistically at this, ready to destroy him simply because we had never played this and Spencer didn't even know the rules. I grab the board from it's spot behind the bookshelf, as well as all of the pieces. His eyes widen, realizing we're playing a game I most definitely will win.

"We're playing carrom!!"

"But-but I've never played this! I don't even know the rules! What-what are you doing?" He watches, perplexed, as I sprinkle baby powder on the board. I just wink in response.

"You'll see!"

I show Spencer the basics, but we play for about five minutes before he starts whining. Of course it had NOTHING to do with the fact he was losing horrendously.

"Okay okay...listen babe. We've still got hours in here so how about we do something that doesn't result in us yelling at each other?" I suggest with a smile and he's quick to nod.

"What are you thinking?" He asks and I hold up a puzzle of a bookshop in the rain. He immediately lights up and starts clearing space for it.

"This is perfect! And I bet when we're done we could frame it! Did you know puzzles were invented in-" I can't help but tune him out in favor of admiring him. He looked so pretty like this that I just couldn't not think about it constantly.

Meanwhile, Spencer has already begun the puzzle, working at a speedy rate. I add in pieces here and there, mostly just watching his hands maneuver around with the pieces.

"Hand me that piece there please?" He breaks my daydream with a soft smile and I hand him my last piece.

"That's the last piece?"

"Yep!" He moves to put it in its' spot, but pauses before turning and handing it back to me.

"You can put it in."

"What?"

"I want you to put the last piece of the puzzle in."

"Spencer you've done pretty much the whole thing by yourself. Why would you want me to complete it?" I fiddle with the piece, running the knobs over with my fingers as I wait for a response.

I don't get much of one. He simply shrugs and looks down at the uncomplete puzzle before mumbling something that I can't quite hear.

"What was that?"

More mumbling.

"Spence I can't hear you?"

"I want you to put it in because-because you complete me! You-you make me feel whole. And like I matter. And that I'm not just some unfinished puzzle. With you...I'm complete. So please just put the damn piece in?"

I smile, albeit watery, and press the piece in before slotting myself into his lap.

I kiss him firmly and as his arms wrap around me, I can't feel more complete.

taglist!: @spookydrreid @spencerreid9 @reidyoulikeabook @meganskane @random-human-person @fics4arainyday @sunkissglow @kuolonsyoja @queenofthepouges @luvofyourlifeliv @gspenc @reidreids @mochionly @xoxospencerreid @iifloweringnightsii @wheelsup @muffin-cup @coldlilheart @reid-me-a-story @centiaaa @lumosemily @reidsacademia @sweetandsunny @woodspot14 @anisaxislam @fbivestreid @jswessie187 @spencerreid187 @nomajdetective @raybutcool

taglist form!!

[sinnxagain]

Blurbmas day 1 - Christmas movie marathon

word count: 609

warnings: eating, making hot chocolate, a tiny splash of spencers childhood

A/N: kicking off blurbmas with a movie marathon!! hope you all enjoy!!

"I fail to see why we're doing this today." My boyfriend frowns in confusion as I fumble with the remote.

"Because it's Christmas season!!"

"It's November first! We still have our Halloween candy! And all the decorations!" He gestures to our shared apartment, decked out in orange and black Halloween decoration. There was candy practically everywhere. To make his point, Spencer opens a pack of "spooky skittles" and pours some into his mouth.

"Still! We can decorate for Christmas later! But first we gotta start our marathon! Oh I almost forgot!!" I squirm out of the blankets and dash into the kitchen, Spencer following behind me.

"What did you forget?"

"We have to make hot chocolate! To make it feel even more like Christmas!"

"Which it isn't"

"Don't be such a Scrooge baby. It's not cute." I giggle at his fake annoyed expression and climb up on the counter to reach the holiday mugs from the top shelf.

"Woah! No way!" Spencer pulls me off the counter and sets me down. I watch as he reaches his insanely long arm up and grabs two matching mugs, decorated with reindeer. I had bought them when we moved in together, right around Christmas time.

He always wondered why I loved the holidays so much. For a genius, he was pretty dense.

Our first kiss? Under the mistletoe at an office Christmas party.

Our first date? Times Square at New Years eve. Although that quickly turned into spending all night in our hotel room after we saw the crowd.

But for the most part, a lot of our relationship milestones happened during the holidays. So every year, I got more and more excited.

"This is gonna be the best hot chocolate you've ever had!" My smile is infectious and I can tell he's getting excited too.

I pour some almond milk into a large pot and start heating it up while I shave some chocolate. I can practically feel Spencer pouting about how I'm using his good milk chocolate for this but it's worth it. I add the cocoa powder and sugar to the pot and hand spencer the whisk for him to stir it.

"Don't let that curdle okay Spence?" He nods in response, his eyes laser focused on the pot.

Soon enough, I get all the toppings laid out and pour the hot chocolate into our mugs. Spencer is finally starting to get excited, snacking on chocolate as I get everything ready.

"Okay! Here you are!" I hand him his mug and he grabs the whipped cream and begins piling it on. I watch him quietly, basking in the fact that this was the man I loved.

"You okay?" He hands me the can and I nod.

"I couldn't be more okay if I tried."

We finish with our toppings as quick as we can, eager to taste our sugary monstrosities. I make sure to snag Spencer's dairy pills since his pile of whipped cream was almost as tall as the mug itself.

He gets to the couch first but I'm quick to follow, curling up next to him and grabbing the remote.

"Alright! Which movie should we start with?"

"Do-do you think we could start with Home Alone? I used to watch it all the time when I was growing up..." He frowns the tiniest bit and looks down.

I don't question why he chose that movie, all about a boy being left alone by his family. I simply press play on it and kiss his whipped cream covered nose.

"Merry Christmas, Spencer."

taglist!!: @spookydrreid @spencerreid9 @life-imitate-s-art @reidyoulikeabook @meganskane @maxcerr @ssacalumsg0lden @random-human-person @fics4arainyday @sunkissglow @idonotexiste @queenofthepouges @luvofyourlifeliv @gspenc @reidreids @kuolonsyoja @mochionly @xoxospencerreid @iifloweringnightsii @wheelsup @muffin-cup @coldlilheart @reid-me-a-story @centiaaa @lumosemily @reidsacademia @sweetandsunny @beepbooptoop @mrsobrien888 @theoriginalcultmember @happymangospot @woodspot14 @anisaxislam @pissbit @fbivestreid @agent--swan @jswessie187 @alexlovescriminalminds @spencerreid-187 @winniemjf @Penopegarcaistoenail

taglist form!!

[sinnxagain]

secret santa at the bau

COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS: 12 DAYS LEFT

[summary] goes through the gifts each of the team members got, and their reactions [word count] 0.4k [a/n] this was actually so much fun to write. i also hyperlinked each of the gifts incase you wanna see them (or the closest i could find to what i was imagining)! tell me what you thought

secret santa at the bau was a time-honored tradition that everyone on the team looked forward to. to an outsider, the gifts they gave each other would be seen as tacky, or cheap, or just too wacky to be respectful. but to the team, that was the exact appeal. it was garcia and jj’s idea, to give each other gifts that would actually be useful, but only in the weirdest of contexts. eventually, reid and emily felt left out, and surprisingly, rossi wanted in too, and so the whole team was dragged in.

THIS YEAR DURING SECRET SANTA AT THE BAU ~~~

rossi gave jj a cheetos collector assortment pack ○ yes, that’s what it sounds like. it’s literally a package of different types of cheetos—crunchy, puffs, flamin hot, jalapeño, white cheddar, flamin hot lime, baked, popcorn, bites, and even mac n cheese. ○ jj is insanely excited ○ emily jokes, telling her not to share it with anyone; to which jj laughs ○ jj isn’t joking ○ penelope asks where rossi even found such a thing ○ rossi laughs, saying ��money can truly buy everything”

hotch gave rossi a wine bottle drinking spout ○ so he can drink straight from the bottle after long cases ○ garcia complains that it’s not wacky enough ○ rossi laughs and shakes his head ○ he already owns one

emily gives hotch a coffee mug that says “i need to go to sleep” ○ hotch literally pours his coffee into it the moment he gets the mug ○ jj says “like that’s gonna do anything” ○ “he’d need it posted around his office for it to actually do anything” says morgan

reid gives emily a matching sweater set for her and sergio ○ he knitted it himself ○ emily gets extremely giggly over it ○ “when do you even have time to knit?” morgan asks ○ garcia taught him how, obviously ○ reid’s actually really really proud of the two sweaters, especially because he made the pattern and design himself ○ emily gives him a hug out of nowhere, telling him she’ll be sending pictures

morgan gives reid mirrored glasses for reading in bed ○ reid finds them hilarious ○ because “why would i read while lying down” ○ he says that if he read while lying down he wouldn’t be able to read as fast ○ everyone rolls their eyes ○ garcia tells him “try it on!!” ○ and everyone sneaks a picture of him

penelope gives morgan a ceramic mug that she made ○ the mug has a carved six pack ○ literally everyone laughs ○ hotch doesn’t, but he’s trying really hard to hold in a smirk ○ “baby girl are you sure you don’t want this for yourself?”

jj gives penelope an ice cube tray ○ to which penelope is so confused at first ○ and then she looks at the actual tray ○ it has morgan’s face on it ○ it’s a morgan ice cube tray ○ penelope is hysterically laughing ○ morgan’s eyes have widened so much ○ reid and emily can’t stop laughing at morgan’s facial expression

read the rest of the series: athena's twelve gifts of christmas

read more of my work read my favorite works send me prompts or suggestions navigation

join my taglist @sinnxagain @literaila @sheslostinbooks @reidsmilf @pretty-boys-book-club @writer-in-theory @simonsnowsblog @foxy-eva @reidsbookclub @spencerreidat3am @shooting-a-star-at-the-moon @belongwithreid @alexontheinternet @writingquillsandpainpills @lil-stark

[sinnxagain]

i love you like never before || s. r. x reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Summary: You confess your feelings for Spencer in a heartfelt love letter.

Category: Fluff

Contains: Brief food/eating mention, that's all I can think of but pls lmk if I've missed anything

Word Count: 3,703

A/N: So this fic had several inspirations--1st, the letter Reader writes was inspired by the song "Songbird" by Fleetwood Mac (one of my fave songs by them!); 2nd, I was inspired in part by @dontkissthewriter's fic Read Between the Lines, so the idea of writing Spencer a love letter is not my own; and lastly, that one episode of Miraculous Ladybug where Marinette gives Adrien a valentine but forgets to sign her name 😂 Also sorry for the generic short summary, those are the hardest for me to come up with lol, I hope y'all enjoy :)

Dearest Spencer,

I have something I need to get off my chest. But it’s too big and embarrassing to say to your face, so I’ve decided to write it in a letter. I’m too much of a coward to tell you in person, because I’m afraid of what you’ll say, but I just can’t hold it in anymore. It isn’t healthy, I need to let this out, I need you to know what I’m feeling.

Okay, I’m just gonna say it. I’m in love with you.

And you have absolutely no idea (at least, I think you don’t). And that’s how I wanted to keep it, but I just can’t anymore. I can’t go on pretending like my heart doesn’t burn for you, like you’re nothing more than a good friend, like you’re not the last thing I think of before I fall asleep and the first thing that enters my mind when I wake up. You make my life so much brighter and you make me so indescribably happy. When I’m with you, I just feel so right.

Before I met you, I used to cry myself to sleep at night wondering if I would ever find love. I used to think that I wasn’t worthy of love, and I was terrified that I would be alone for the rest of my life. But when I joined the Bureau and met you, everything changed. From the moment we first met, I instantly felt a connection to you--it started off as friendship but over the past few years it’s turned into a crush, and now love. You have been nothing but kind and supportive of me, and I am incredibly grateful for that. You, just being your sweet self, you’ve made it so easy for me to fall in love with you. I fell for you and I fell hard, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now at night I don’t cry about longing for love, because it’s right in front of me. It’s you.

I find myself thinking of you all the time, wishing you could see just how much I care about you. I would do anything for you, I’d give you the world if I could. Because you deserve it, Spencer. You deserve the world, you deserve to be loved, and I want so badly to be the one to give that to you.

I’d like to think that you return my affections, but I completely understand if you don’t. I know I’m pouring my heart out to you in this letter, but if you don’t feel that way about me too then you’re under no obligation to tell me otherwise. I won’t be mad, I promise. This is just too much for me to keep to myself anymore, and I’d never forgive myself if something happened and I never got to tell you how I feel. So….I’m writing this instead. God, this seems like a stupid idea now, but I made it this far and I won’t back out. If you’d like to talk in person, well then you know where to find me.

My darling Spencer, I love you and I don’t think I’ll ever stop, no matter what happens next. I just want you to be happy, I wish you all the happiness and love in the world. But most of all, I desperately wish that from myself. Because Spencer, I love you like I’ve never loved anyone else before.

Spencer stared in awe at the piece of paper in his hands. He’d read the letter three times now, hell he’d memorized it, but it had shocked him to his core. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. This love letter had mysteriously appeared on his desk this morning, with no indication of where it had come from. That was the thing that was bugging him the most--it wasn’t signed.

Spencer couldn’t fathom it. He’d received a love letter, something he’d never had happen to him before (he was surprised people still even wrote letters). And this letter contained someone’s innermost thoughts and feelings about him, but he didn’t even know who it was. Spencer had tried analyzing the handwriting, but it was written in an unfamiliar, swoopy cursive that he didn’t recognize, and he knew exactly what each of his team member’s handwriting looked like. So either this letter was from someone he wasn’t well-acquainted with, it was a prank, or it was from someone he did know who was trying to disguise their handwriting.

He read the letter again, playing the tender, heartfelt words over in his mind. His heart fluttered against his ribcage as he read this person’s declaration of love. Now at night I don’t cry about longing for love, because it’s right in front of me. It’s you. Right in front of them? I find myself thinking of you all the time, wishing you could see just how much I care about you. They cared about him? If you’d like to talk in person, well then you know where to find me. He knew where to find them? How was that possible, if the letter wasn’t even signed!

Taking a deep breath and setting the letter down, Spencer ran a hand over his face and began to think. Obviously this person was someone he was friends with, and obviously it was someone he worked with. Was it someone he regularly saw but didn’t interact with much, maybe from a different unit? It couldn’t be someone from the BAU team, could it? It couldn’t be, everyone was taken. JJ had Will, Luke had Penelope, Rossi had Krystall, Matt had Kristy, Emily had Tara, Y/N had...well, actually, he didn’t know who Y/N had.

His thoughts were interrupted by Penelope, who announced that they had a new case to solve. Spencer carefully folded up the letter and placed it inside the cover of one of his books, before putting the book into his messenger bag. He couldn’t afford to be distracted by the letter at the moment, as there was an important case at hand that needed solving. He’d worry about it later.

On the jet ride back home, Spencer opened up the letter once again and pored over it. Who on earth had given him this? Why did they think he wouldn’t love them back? If he knew who they were, he’d be willing to give them a chance. In fact, he was already falling a little for them solely based on their tender, sweet words. Spencer understood their worries about not feeling worthy enough for love--he’d felt that way for most of his life, too. But reading this person’s feelings for him made his cheeks flush and his stomach tingle, and he reveled in the feeling that someone sincerely loved him. He wanted to give that to someone, too. He wanted to make someone feel loved the way he craved it. If only he could identify the source of this letter, then maybe things would work out...or maybe he was only falling in love with the idea of it all.

He tucked the letter into his breast pocket above his heart and stood up to stretch his stiff muscles. He glanced around the jet, noticing how everyone except he and Y/N was asleep, so he made his way over to you for some company.

“Hi, Y/N,” he whispered, “Mind if I sit with you?”

Startled, you looked up from your journal with wide eyes. “Oh, h-hey Spencer. Uh, yeah of course! Sit down.”

Spencer smiled and claimed the seat across from you, muttering a thank-you in response. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

You shook your head and stared downward, avoiding his gaze. Spencer found that a bit odd, but he didn’t think anything of it. He glanced down at the notebook in your lap. “What are you writing? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

“No, no, I don’t mind, it’s nothing private. Um, I’m just writing out song lyrics. I like to do that when I’m bored,” you chuckled.

“Ah, so you’re like me, except I like to write out mathematical equations. It helps me think and it’s a good, um...de-stresser? Is that a word?”

Finally, your eyes flitted upward to meet his and you both broke into soft, quiet laughs. “I don’t think so, but that’s how words are made, right?” you joked.

Gazing fondly at you, Spencer nodded as he admired the way your face lit up. He loved the way he could talk to you so easily, he loved making you laugh, he loved seeing the shy smile grow on your face. If he was being completely honest with himself (but he usually avoided doing that), he had feelings for you, but that was something he chose to bury deep in his heart and avoid admitting. Earlier, when he initially read the letter, he had secretly entertained the possibility that it was from you, except for the fact that you two were just friends, and your handwriting didn’t match. That possibility dissipated quickly--or at least, he tried to make it go away.

Sighing, Spencer decided to open up to you about his mysterious letter. You were his best friend, after all, and he needed to confide in someone. And there was also a small chance that you recognized the handwriting and could help him figure out the writer.

“Hey, Y/N? Can I talk to you about something personal?” he asked.

You avoided his gaze once again, fiddling with your pen and bouncing your leg, but you tentatively nodded and replied softly, “Yes, of course, um, S-Spencer. Yeah, you can...you can always, uh, t-talk to me.”

Spencer furrowed his brow in confusion at your unexplainable nervousness, but he didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable by pointing it out, so he said, “Well, I mean, I don’t have to if you don’t want to talk right now, that’s okay.”

“No, no! We can talk, always. Please, what’s on your mind?”

“Okay….Okay, so, I got this, uh, letter? This morning, it just appeared on my desk. And it’s--it’s a love letter. Have you ever gotten a love letter before? Because I haven’t, I didn’t even know people still did that. Ahem, anyway, it’s a really beautiful letter, and I’m flattered to have received it, the only thing is I don’t know who it’s from. It wasn’t signed, there was no name--”

“It wasn’t signed?!” you loudly interrupted him.

Spencer stared at you, a little taken aback by your outburst. You looked absolutely horrified, full of shock, but he couldn’t figure out why. You closed your eyes and rubbed your temples with your free hand, huffing quietly to yourself.

“What kind of an idiot doesn’t sign their love letter?” you hissed in frustration.

You finally looked up at Spencer, who was staring at you with a combination of confusion and shock written all over his face. You swallowed thickly and said, “I-I’m sorry, Spencer, I didn’t mean to get so upset. I’m sorry, please, continue what you were saying.”

You ran both your hands through your hair, causing your book to fall open on your lap as you dropped it. Spencer barely heard you, however, because he was now fixed on the open pages of your journal. Lines and lines of song lyrics were scrawled across the pages in a very swoopy, very familiar cursive font.

No, not possible. But could it be?

Slowly, he looked back up at you, realization dawning on him. You were the one who had written him the love letter. You were in love with him, yet you were worried he didn’t feel the same way. And now, you were acting so nervous because you thought he knew the letter was from you and you were afraid of how he’d respond.

Oh.

Spencer felt the familiar heat of a blush creep up his neck and spread out to his ears, covering his whole face in red. Fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves, he gaped dumbly at you, unsure of how to proceed. The insecure part of his brain began to deny everything and was afraid that maybe it was just a weird coincidence, that your cursive happened to look similar to the handwriting in the love letter. But Spencer was a logical, rational man, and he knew better.

You were in love with him, but was he in love with you? Yes, a little voice in the back of his head instantly whispered. You’re in love with your best friend, don’t lose your chance. But having had horrible experiences with love in the past, he was currently at a loss for what to do.

To make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he slowly took the letter out and unfolded it. You watched along in horror as Spencer smoothed out the creases in the paper before angling it so that he could compare the letter with your journal.

“You?” he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. “You wrote this…for me?”

He spared a glance up at you, only to find that you had covered your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t look at him, even though he desperately wanted you to.

Silently, you nodded in confirmation, and Spencer felt his heart lurch. There were no words to describe how he was feeling in that moment–to say he was incandescently happy was an understatement.

He licked his dry lips and cleared his throat as he searched for something to say. Should he thank you for the letter, or profess that he reciprocated your love? He wanted to respond, he didn’t want to keep you waiting like this anxiously, but his mouth had stopped working.

Spencer opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and let out a sound that could only be described as a squeak. He coughed and tried again.

“Y/N, uh–I…I lo–”

He was rudely cut off by loud laughs coming from Luke and Tara on the other end of the plane. They must have woken up and started joking with each other, and it wouldn’t be long now before the rest of the team awakened too. Spencer realized that the tiny BAU jet was not the appropriate place for this conversation, so he turned his attention back to you, catching your gaze as you peeked at him timidly through your fingers.

“Talk later?” he offered, and you again gave a silent nod in response.

“Okay.”

Spencer offered to walk you to your car once you got back to Quantico, which was an offer you couldn’t find in yourself to turn down. The two of you walked in an awkward silence as you made your way through the FBI building down to the parking garage.

Stopping at your car, you faced Spencer and asked, “Would you like a ride home?”

“Oh, no, I can’t do that, I don’t want to put you out,” he protested.

You sighed in response. “But I want to, Spence. It’s too late for you to take the subway and your car isn’t here. We always carpool, I don’t mind, really.”

Spencer’s heart palpitated against his ribcage at your use of his nickname, and your generosity. “Okay,” he relented, “Thank you.”

You nodded in acknowledgement and opened the door. And Spencer’s heart dropped again when you avoided his eyes at all costs, choosing instead to look down at your hands or your feet. He crossed over to the other side of the car and plopped down in the passenger seat.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, “I think we should talk.”

You ignored him as you turned the key in the ignition. “Not now, Spencer. Please, just–not now.”

“Y/N, please, what’s going on? You won’t look at me, but you’re willing to drive me home, but then you refuse to talk when we agreed that we would? Please, I’m not mad, I just want to help you,” he implored.

You turned the car off with a huff and finally twisted in your seat to face your friend. “I’m embarrassed, Spencer! I’m embarrassed about that stupid letter, I never should have written it in the first place. I’m sorry you’re caught up in all this, but it was a mistake. I know what you were going to say, back on the plane, and I just can’t handle facing that right now. But I’m still your friend and if that’s how things are gonna be, then that’s that. But right now I just wanna go home,” you sniffed, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

Wide-eyed, shocked, Spencer stared at you. How could you think the letter was a mistake? The letter was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him. Spencer reached over and gently took your hand, enveloping it in his own large ones.

“Y/N,” he whispered, “What did you think I was going to say?”

“W-what?”

“What did you think I was going to say, in response to your letter?” he repeated.

“I…uh, y-you said ‘luh.’”

“Pardon?”

You rubbed your eyes and continued, “You got cut off and said ‘I luh,’ which was clearly going to end in ‘I like you,’ as in ‘I like you as a friend,’ and I–”

Spencer couldn’t help himself–he barked out a hearty laugh at your words. He didn’t just like you. Oh no, he adored you, he loved you. And he wanted to make sure you understood that.

You gaped up at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Spencer said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, how could you possibly think I only like you as a friend?”

“Wha….What?”

“If I had finished my sentence, I wasn’t going to say ‘I like you.’ I would have said ‘I love you.’”

Your free hand came up to cover your open mouth. “You…you mean that?” you whispered. “You’re not just saying that, to make me feel better?”

Spencer tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear and gently stroked your cheek. “Of course not, Y/N. I really mean it. I’ve loved you for a long time, but I wasn’t sure how to say it. But getting this letter….I mean, you have no idea how thrilled I was, how thrilled I am, to know it came from you. I wasn’t sure if you felt that way about me too, but now that I know for sure you do I’m not letting you go.”

You beamed up at him, eyes still glistening with tears–although, they were happy tears now. You turned your head to press a kiss to his palm and gave his other hand a loving squeeze. “Oh, thank God,” you said, laughing breathily.

Your lover joined in with you, the two of you giggling madly at your situation. He scooted forward to kiss your forehead and whisper, “I love you, Y/N, and I’ll never stop.”

You leaned into his embrace and whispered back, “I love you, too, Spencer. So so much.”

“It was a beautiful letter,” Spencer mumbled. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” you giggled. “I’m, um, I’m glad you liked it. It wasn’t too…I don’t know, lame or cheesy?”

“Not at all! Very romantic, which is perfect cause I’m a huge hopeless romantic.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep,” Spencer said, popping the “p.” “Like, Hallmark-level romantic.”

Erupting into laughs again, you shoved his chest playfully and shook your head at his antics. But honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Okay, Mr. Hallmark–”

“That’s Dr. Hallmark, actually–”

“Dr. Hallmark,” you snorted, rolling your eyes and smiling. “We should probably be getting home then, there’ll be plenty of time to cuddle later.”

“Like back at my apartment?” he offered, grinning.

At his words, you fumbled with the keys you were trying to turn again to start the car. “Uh–excuse me?”

Panicking, Spencer exclaimed, “Oh no that came out wrong! I’m sorry! I just meant, I-I thought maybe you’d want to come in when you drop me off? We could—we could, um, eat dinner or something and c-cuddle more, I thought? I should’ve been more clear, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Oh! No, Spencer, don’t worry, it’s okay! Really, that, um, that sounds lovely,” you responded, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Spencer looked as red as you felt, but he nodded and relaxed a little, despite evidently still feeling embarrassed. “I was just trying to copy what I’d heard other people say, you know in films and such. I’m no good at the whole ‘flirting’ thing, so….”

You reached over and clasped his hand in a comforting gesture. “Hey, that’s okay, Spence. Don’t even worry, it’s not a big deal. And you’re doing pretty great with the flirting, I’d say. I mean, it worked on me obviously.”

The two of you broke into smiles, and you could feel the tension leave Spencer’s body. “Okay, okay, good.”

You patted his hand before returning yours to the steering wheel and beginning to back out. As you started to drive in the direction of Spencer’s apartment, you asked, “So, dinner, huh? Should we pick something up on the way there?”

“Actually, I was thinking I could cook something!” your boyfriend (your boyfriend!) said proudly.

“Oh, you cook? I’ve never seen you cook!”

“Well, I make a pretty damn good grilled cheese, if I do say so myself,” he joked.

“Oh, I see, ha-ha!” you played along.

Spencer reached over to place a hand on your thigh while you drove, causing tingles to erupt under your skin and spread out through your entire body. You gulped and tried to maintain a focus on the road, not wanting to be distracted by the gorgeous, butterfly-inducing man beside you.

“I’m serious, though. I cook sometimes and I’d love to make something for you. A home-cooked meal for the one I love,” he said bashfully.

A giddy smile spread across your face, despite your attempts to quell it. This man was a romantic after all, it seemed. You risked a glance at him and stared into his love-filled eyes.

“I love you with all my heart, Spencer Reid.”

“And I you.”

taglist: @measure-in-pain @alltooreid @bisexual-virgin @pastelbabygirl19 @exhaleli @samuel-de-champagne-problems @nomajdetective @reidsmilf @sinnxagain @captainhotchner

add yourself to my taglist here!

[sinnxagain]

red & white [ frank castle ]

CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN PROMPT ─ day 10 [ “you’d look good in a santa hat” ]

WARNINGS ─ female!reader, tw [ mentions of blood + murder ] + general fluff

[ christmas countdown masterlist | event taglist ]

frank slid through the open window, shutting it gently behind him as he headed for the bathroom to clean up. washing the blood from face and hands before stripping out of his clothes. 

he got settled into a pair of sweat and a t-shirt, moving out of the bedroom to find you. stopping short as his eyes caught the bright decorations scattered about the living room and kitchen. a soft hum of christmas songs sounding through the small apartment

Keep reading

[sinnxagain]

two am automatic;

pairing. frank castle x female! reader warnings. swearing. alcohol, loud music, annoying neighbours. choking, female receiving fingering and penetration. ummm, talkative frank? i kno right. he says some nasty shit   an. yeah i kno. i kno okay? i kno, i kno i kno i kno. i finally wrote a fic about my fave boy. pls reblog and comment, yall kno the drill<33

synopsis. your neighbour is an asshole and plays her music at 2am. at first, frank is civil, then when she does it again, he’s not so civil anymore.

Keep reading

[sinnxagain]

My love! For your Drabble event can I please please ask you for Frank and “calling your bf their name instead of a term of endearment” and I give you full autonomy to do whatever you feel fits the theme best.

You’re incredible and amazing and I adore you 💜💜

My lovely love, here you are! I hope you like it and thanks for the request! I feel like I haven't written for Frank in forever so...sorry? lol

*gif not mine*

Music played softly from your phone as you moved around your kitchen, your socks letting you glide around the tile floor. Dinner was almost ready, candles were ready to be lit. Date night was going to be a success if you had to drag it there kicking and screaming.

Which was a possibility. It had been so hard for both of you to find time together lately.

There was a jiggle of the knob at the front door, the familiar sound of keys. You spun around just as the door opened. Instead of greeting your boyfriend with a smile, you found yourself stunned at the image.

Frank was barely supporting himself on the doorjamb. He winced as he nearly stumbled into the apartment.

“Shit,” he groaned as he clutched his ribs. “Your landlord really needs to fix that elevator.”

He walked up three flights of stairs like that. Of course he did.

Not even caring about the fact that he was going to get blood on your clothes, you immediately went over to him to support him. You hefted him over to the couch and slowly lowered him down. Then you went into the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

“Jesus Frank, this was not how date night was supposed to go,” you scolded as you sat down beside him to help him unbutton his shirt.

He looked up at you in confusion. Then his eyes slid past you to the table where everything was set up. He swore pretty vividly at that. He looked back at you, an apology in his eyes and on his lips.

“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’ll make it up to you,” he promised with a light in his eyes that told you even though he was in pain, he meant it.

You rolled your eyes. In pain or not, you knew he’d live up to that.

“Down boy,” you cautioned as you checked his ribs to make sure nothing was broken or ruptured. “I’m not mad at you.”

“I know you’re not. You call me Frank when you’re worried. It’s Castle when you’re mad. It’s baby or love when you’re...happy.”

The way he paused told you that he was about to say something else but he didn’t want to push too much while you were getting needle and thread ready.

“Let’s patch you up and then we’ll see if I’m ready to call you baby again, okay?”

He grinned and leaned in, pressing his red stained lips to yours. You rolled your eyes again as you gently returned the kiss.

[sinnxagain]

Shade of Pure Love

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: spencer is in deeply in love with you and has something planned for you

warnings/category: fluff, sexual innuendos

a/n: not my best but just wanted to write a cute little fluff of spencer proposing because yes. i didn’t want to describe anything too in detail because i want to leave it up to your own liking/preference. if you see any mistakes… no you didn’t. enjoy!

————

It was no doubt that Spencer Reid is a romantic man. He grew up reading romantic novels, listening to his mother reading him love poems. Spencer loves love, but deep down he still felt that he did not quite understand love. Platonically, he knows—of course he knows. Romantically, nope. Of course he knows how and why one feels love, but he does not know the feeling of love. Until he met you. You were the one that showed him that anything is possible, opening many new doors for him, showing him a whole new path that he was always too scared to take. You showed and gave him things that he did not think he deserves. You showed him love, you gave him love. Spencer is immensely grateful for you, reciprocating the love you gave and showed him—if not even more. 

Keep reading

[sinnxagain]

Baiting the Hook

Summary: An undercover operation goes wrong, but not in the way everyone expected, causing the team to frantically try to find Y/n.

One where maybe spencer and y/n are already in an established relationship and they’re hunting down a serial killer, y/n fits his type and she tries to bait him out and he doesn’t fall for it at first but goes back for her later. She’s a little hurt when he finally finds her and they have a big fluffy reunion with spencer worrying she’s not okay and looking after her

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then fluff)

Content Warning: made-up case similar to regular CM violence, minor injuries to reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Masterlist

“We know his victim selection criteria and the locations he frequents. All we need to do is send someone in undercover, and we’ll be able to catch him.” Spencer speculated to the team as they sat around the big table in the Seattle Police precinct.

There were nods in agreement from Morgan and JJ, but Hotch looked hesitant. He didn’t like to send members of the team undercover, even when he knew they were safe. There was much more risk confronting an unsub while pretending to be a potential victim. From the unsub using a member of the team as a human shield to whoever was undercover making a wrong move, it was a challenging position to be in. One that had gone wrong with terribly wrong with Elle.

Morgan chimed in, worried about the clock that was still ticking. “We can’t go busting into his house because he’ll kill his latest victim before we can arrest him.” He continued. “He’s got to find someone else before he kills Stacey Jones.”

Keep reading

[sinnxagain]

Crush(ed)

Summary: Being in love with the girl one of your best friends is hooking up with was a feeling Spencer never thought would go away.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Major Angst w Fluff ending)

Content Warning: lots of implied sex | side Morgan x Reader |

Word Count: 3.2k

Masterlist

2 years, 8 months, 21 days, 4 hours, and 16 minutes. That was precisely how long Spencer had loved Y/n.

He had only known her for 2 years, 8 months, 24 days, 8 hours, and 39 minutes.

And it had been 2 years, 1 month, 5 days, 13 hours, and 9 minutes since he was able to admit it to himself, 1 year, 11 months, 15 days, 22 hours, and 28 minutes since he’d told Penelope.

Penelope had urged him to tell her after knowing for 14 minutes.

Spencer never thought he would. Sometimes, he could be courageous. When he was on a case, and it was his only option. But, intelligence was his perfected personality trait.

That was how he dealt with his feelings for Y/n. Not by courageously confessing but by calculating any possible outcomes. He never thought it looked positive: between her sweet nature towards the whole team and her flirting with Derek Morgan.

Keep reading