Spencer had noticed you right when he stepped inside a bookstore. It was local, near his apartment and he enjoyed spending time there. They had great selection of books and little café, which was cozy. You were going through scifi-section, but the book you wanted was on the highest shelf and you couldn’t reach it. Spencer thought you looked cute when you tried to stood on your toes and reach for the book, but as a gentleman he was, he helped you. “It’s a great book, I’ve read it couple of times”, Spencer smiled at you as he handed the book to you. “Everyone’s been praising this so I wanted to read it too. Good to now it’s worth of reading”, you smiled back to him. Spencer hesitated a little before asking if you would like to have a coffee with him. He didn’t know you had noticed him too but being too shy you didn’t know how to approach him. So when he asked you to have a coffee with him, you said yes.
onto the next request! This is for mysteriouscrystalnomad; of the request - could you write a
spencer reid x reader where the reader is a naturally snarky person, but in a
witty and charming way, and spencer is very obvious about his crush on the
reader. well, the reader gently teases people, but one day takes it too far
with him and deeply hurts his feelings, so they apologize and admit their
feelings? thank you very much I’m excited to read more:))
really hope you like it, I would have done it sooner, but I wasn’t sure how to
actually achieve the right personality. I have no life experiences of being
charming so I had to just read examples and yank it out the best I could. I
also don’t think I did this right at all. For reference Beast and Vertigo are
Marvel characters and Estella comes from Great Expectations where the one of
the main female characters (Estella) is incapable of love.
“Hey, Y/N, whatcha up to?”
You looked over your shoulder to see Morgan propping
himself on your chair. Looking back at your computer you shrugged.
“Digging for gold in the Grand Canyon, I guess.”
He snickered. “You’re such a smartass.”
“No, I’m not, I just don’t like blatantly obvious
questions thrown at me, alrighty Mr. Eyebrows?”
Morgan shook his head, taking the chance of throwing
your hair over into your face. “Dear God, kid, you need to get some caffeine in
you to take the edge off that bitchiness.”
“I am not –“
You saw Reid approaching you, holding out a cup of
coffee as he neared. “Oh, thank you, Reid.”
The corners of his mouth quirked, as he gently
jerked his hand back from meeting your fingers.
“It’s no problem. I thought you could use a pick me
“You have no idea.”
You gave a punch to Morgan’s arm before your eyes
went back to Reid’s. You knew he liked you, hell, with everyone holding it over
you it was impossible not to know. But what you didn’t know was why? Sure, you
were curious about things and loved to read, but a good majority of the
population did. But besides that common ground the two of you were virtual
opposites. You had a much pragmatic view of the world which was given through
your rough upbringing. You didn’t trust too many people, you didn’t really even
like too many people.
you like Reid.
You blushed. Yeah, you did. He was always smiling,
and gracious. He was the all-around good guy. But Beast didn’t get along with
Vertigo, now did they? Nope, they were enemies, and that’s probably what would
happen if someone like Reid ever got too close. So you ignored what you felt
and Reid’s obvious attempts at admiration. It was better to just leave things
as they were.
“Guys, we have a briefing.”
You sighed in relief, glad to break the staring
contest you were in.
“Thanks, my sweet jigglypuff, we’ll be there with
You gave a quick smile as Garcia threw you a kiss
and began gathering up your notes.
You flinched, feeling something graze your temple, and
looked up from your notes, seeing that he must have plucked a coin from your
ear. You gave a shy smile, tucking the strand that had fallen from the touch
back in to place.
“What’s that movie you were talking about the other
day? The one you said I would like?”
“It’s not really a movie, I mean, there is one – but
the show I was talking about was Firefly. I thought since you liked Star Wars
and all that maybe you’d like it. Plus it’s got way more humor than Star Wars.”
“Hmm. Hold out your hand.”
You did so cautiously, chancing a glance to make
sure no one was waiting for the two of you to hustle. He put the coin into your
palm, closing it tight, as he held it in his hand. He then leaned forward and
blew a puff of air on your fist.
“You can open it now.”
Acting as if it would explode, you opened your hand
to see a silver pendant replacing the coin.
“Oh! It’s Serenity. You know, you can be really
sweet when your nose isn’t in a book. Does that mean you watched it?”
He shrugged. “Bits and pieces, I was hoping we could
maybe watch it together. You know if you wanted?”
What the hell were you to say to that? Before you
could make a total ass of yourself you heard someone behind you.
“Guys, the briefings started.”
You nodded, erratically gathering your things and
brushing by Reid without looking at him.
“Oh, my God, we are going out after that.”
It had been three days, a considerably less amount
of time than most cases, but yeah, a string of arsons around one area and the
smoke and destruction had gotten to all of you.
“I’d rather just go home and sleep in my own bed,
“Oh, no honeybuns you are going. Someone has to keep
“Why do you guys do that? You act like the two of us
are meant for each other, when, in this reality, guess what, we’re not. I’m
sorry if that ruins matchmaking plans, but I’m just done with it for tonight,
so please, lay off.”
You watched the grins fade off the girls’ faces. “Alright,
God, lucky Reid wasn’t awake to hear that little declaration.”
“Maybe it wouldn’t have been a bad idea if he did.
You guys treat him like a kid, there’s no point in keeping his hopes up about
“Okay, Y/N, we get it, we’ll stop badgering about
it, but don’t take it out on Reid.”
“I wasn’t planning on it, Prentiss, I was only
saying you shelter him too much. He isn’t a child.”
The landing was in silence and you knew you had
pissed them off, but you shrugged it away, if they didn’t like how you felt
then fine. Maybe it was best they stay mad at you.
“Y/N. You coming?”
You looked up at JJ confused. “You still want me to
“Look, we do understand, you’re right in some ways
that the way we’ve been trying to hook the two of you up, and we get you weren’t
trying to hurt any feelings on the plane. You were just being blunt. Let’s try
to forget it and have a good time. Okay? Please?”
You looked at your phone, seeing the time. You
really did want to go to bed.
“There’s nothing to bygone for but okay.”
The bar was packed for a Wednesday and you huddled
yourself down in a booth, sipping on whatever you were passed you allowed
yourself to get lightheaded.
“This is just what the doctor ordered.”
You heard Morgan chuckle across from you. “Did you
order up a drunk agent, pretty boy?”
It alarmed you a little bit that Reid stayed silent.
“I am not drunk, Morgan, see complete sentences.”
“Oh, but you’re on your way, Y/N.”
And you were taking shot after shot, until
everything reached a beautiful watery haze.
“I just wanna say, I do like you guys, I just I don’t
know how to ‘express’ that.”
Derek was laughing his ass off at you. “Showing some
affection when you’re less intoxicated would help.”
“It would not. I’m used to being on my own little
island and you guys keep coming on freakin’ barges, especially Reid. He – Hey,
where is Reid?”
“I think he’s at the bar there Miss Lovey.”
“I’m going to go talk to him.”
“You sure you can walk.”
“Oh, I’ll do it.”
You could hear them laughing as you scanned the room
for the familiar bob of hair. It took you two tries, one resulting into
receiving a phone number before you found the genius.
He eyed you warily, sipping his drink instead of
“How come you’re not sitting with us?”
“How come you’re not talking you always talk?”
“Come on say something, you wanna go to my house and
watch Firefly? Hell, I’ll even watch Star Trek with you if you quit with the
“Why, Y/N? What would be the point?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, nothing’s ever going to happen, it’s so
impossible to care about someone least of all me. So why even try? There is no
Your eyes drifted to the ground as you swayed. So he
had heard you on the jet. Well, that just fucking sucked.
“I didn’t –“
“What? You didn’t mean it like that?”
“No, I didn’t –“
“Then how did you mean it, because it sounded pretty
clear to me.”
“I don’t know how.”
Your statement paused him, a look of confusion
replacing the anger. “What?”
“I’m not sure how to care. I know that sounds like
bullshit, but I really don’t. I wasn’t taught to show affection when I was a
kid. I didn’t really make heart to heart friends and all that. I just existed,
for a very long time. I do like you, I can tell you I’d be hurt if something
ever happened to you, or if you never spoke to me again. I can say I’d be
jealous to see you happy with another girl, and angry if someone ever wronged
you. But I don’t know how to be a girlfriend, Reid, especially the kind you
deserve. And that’s why we can never happen.”
“I don’t believe that.”
You licked your lips, swallowing down a hiccup. “I
figured you wouldn’t but – what can I do? I, are we not friends now?”
He took a step toward you and when you tried to step
back lost your balance and fell into him. Daring a peek you saw him smiling at
“Oh, I think we’re going to be a little step above
friends from now on. I’m going to stalk you until you’re happy every time we meet,
that you can return a hug when I embrace you. You’re going to probably get sick
of me by the end of it but I don’t really care.”
“Sounds like you really do want to be a creepy
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This is coming to a close! One more chapter and then an epilogue. I hope you’ve enjoyed! I know I have :)
After buying the ring, Spencer had agonized for a week about how to propose.
“I finally have it all planned out,” he said, his friends sitting around him on the plane, eagerly awaiting the genius’ plan for his proposal. “I’ve agonized for a week and I think I finally figured out how I want to do it, providing I don’t vomit beforehand.” He felt like he had been sweating profusely for the past week. She loved him right? Of course she would say yes, but the lead up to everything still made him nervous.
“OK, hold on,” JJ said, turning toward the jet’s television system. “We have to patch Garcia in. She’ll never forgive us if you tell us how you’re going to propose and she’s not here to hear it.
Moments later, Garcia answered her call. “What do my loves need? You’re on your way home right?”
“Yup,” JJ said, turning towards Spencer.
“I was just about to tell everyone how I plan on proposing and we figured you’d want to be part of that conversation,” he smiled.
“Oh my god, yes,” Penelope said excitedly, leaning her elbows on her desk with her head in her hands. “Go on. Dazzle us with your continued brilliance.”
Once he had finished up with the story of how he’d hopefully get Y/N to be his wife, Garcia was crying, JJ and Emily were tearing up, and Luke, Tara and Rossi all gave him a hug, wishing him luck. They knew he wouldn’t need it, but it didn’t matter. He needed some kind of soothing so that he didn’t collapse on the spot.
“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, walking in the door after a three-day case out in Illinois. He walked over to you, gently taking your head in his hands and bringing your lips to his. He had to be careful not to bring you too close, lest you feel the velvet-lined box in the pocket of his coat.
“Hi, baby,” you replied. “I’ve missed you so much.” You parted his lips with your tongue, delving into the far reaches of his mouth, reminding him of what it was like to be home.
“It’s only been three days,” he said, secretly happy you’d missed him so much. “You ready for dinner tonight?”
“Absolutely!” you replied excitedly. You’d already picked out your outfit for tonight. It was a tea-length deep red dress with a sweetheart neckline and black lace sleeves. You’d bought it months ago as an impulse buy and hadn’t had the chance to wear it. Why not? You figured. You and Spencer had been going out for more than a year and he was taking you back to one of your favorite restaurants.
“Well, why don’t we both go get changed. Our reservation is at 6:30,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. If you hadn’t had a reservation already made, there was a definite possibility you would have just dragged him inside. The atmosphere was feeling especially romantic at the moment, and you just wanted him in bed. But instead, you turned around, grabbing his hand and leading you both toward the bedroom where you’d get changed.
Spencer switched out of his work clothes, which were slightly more casual than normal, considering he was on the plane home for most of the day. He wore a navy blue suit with dark purple button-down shirt underneath. There was a visible intake of breath when he saw you in the dress you’d picked out. “You look gorgeous,” he said, hoping there would be a ring on your finger at the end of the night.
As you left the apartment, Spencer turned back, saying he’d forgotten something, yet when he came out, he had nothing on him. Whatever. You were too dreamily in love with the man to care, so you made your way down to the car, where you’d finally return to one of your favorite spots.
When you arrived at the restaurant, you saw that Spencer had asked for a quiet table for two toward the back of the restaurant. On the table were a few small candles, as well as two fully-bloomed roses in a vase.
“This is beautiful,” you said, placing your hand on your boyfriend’s chest before sitting down. “I already know what I’m having.”
“Of course you do,” he said, smiling at you from across the table, “The same thing you always get when we’re here. Chicken florentine.”
You laughed. You were a bit predictable in that way. A few moments later, the waiter came to take your orders, which were placed quickly before you fell into conversation. Something seemed up with Spencer, he was very distracted and didn’t seem to want to talk about work. You guessed it was just the matter of a trying case. He’d probably feel better in a few days. After an hour and a half of delicious food and easy conversation, Spencer asked for your bill, paying it swiftly before leading you out of the restaurant.
Once you’d gotten back to the car, Spencer opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in. He had a habit of opening doors for you. When he closed the door, he opened the back door, grabbing something from the back seat before returning to the driver’s side.
“This is for you,” he said, handing you something that looked like a photo album. Spencer pulled out of the parking lot as you opened up the first page of the book. In his handwriting, was a quote by crime writer Dorothy L. Sayers:
“I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home.”
As you flipped through the pages, you saw pictures from every stage of your relationship - from when you first started dating to as recently as the week before. There were pictures of just the two of you, pictures with him and his friends, pictures from your numerous trips to see his mother. Pictures from meals in the kitchen, to walks in the park, to pictures in bed after any number of sexy, romantic trysts. Hot tears streamed down your face, as page after page was filled with the past year’s worth of memories. Quotes about love written in his handwriting adorning nearly every page. By the time you’d gotten home, you were on the last page. At the top read, “I love you more than my own skin - Frieda Kahlo.”
In your sobs, you hadn’t heard or felt Spencer stop the car. You were home. He came around to your side of the car, opening the door, at which point you jumped out of the seat and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you so much,” you wept into his shoulder. “This is beautiful. Thank you.” He returned your kiss before leading you back upstairs.
After closing the apartment door behind you, Spencer pulled you close to him, kissing his way up and down your neck as you led him back to the bedroom. Now that you were home, you could have him all you wanted. The light was on. You never left the light on.
You sat down on the bed, waiting as Spencer took off his coat and turned the lights off. “Come here,” you said, reaching out your hand for Spencer, who had glued himself in place near the door.
“Look up,” he said, pointing toward a faint glow over your head. In glow-in-the-dark letters on the ceiling was the message he wanted you to see.
- Will you marry me? -
When you looked back down, he was on one knee in front of you, a small black velvet box perched in his hand. “Oh my god,” you cried, bringing your hands to your mouth. A beautiful green and white diamond ring shone in the faint light of the glow-in-the-dark stickers.
“Y/N,” he started, his voice as shaky as the day he’d asked you out more than a year ago. “I never thought in a million years that I would be lucky enough to find a woman like you. You are beautiful, funny, kind, intelligent, confident and everything I could ever want in a woman. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve you, but if you let me, I will gladly prove every day for the rest of my life, why I’m happy you chose me. Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” you cried, as he slipped the ring onto your finger. He looked up into your eyes, his own filled with tears as well.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing away your tears and lowering you down onto the bed.
You hoped he didn’t want to wait too long. You wanted to be his wife yesterday. “I love you, too.”
Characters - Derek, Spencer, Emily, Penelope, JJ, Aaron and David
Warnings - mention of limb lose
Word count -551
Summary - Reid’s sister visits him and talks about her injury.
It had been six weeks since your last contact with Reid but ten months since the accident. You hadn’t told Reid about it as it would worry him but he needed to be focussed. Having been going through the traumatic experience your boss wanted you to go home.
‘What are you doing here?’ He questioned bringing you into a hug. Well tried his hands were full of files. ‘I’m on rest and recuperation and temporary leave for the next couple of months.’ You said looking at your leg. ‘Why what happened?’ he asked worriedly, looking to see any wounds. You walked to a chair that was past a group of people that Spencer had been talking before. As you sat you flinched slightly, still not used to the leg nipping you in places. You saw the group of people crowd around. ‘Reid, what di mum say?’ you asked him as the group of people just stood around you both watching you. ‘Oh uh, Derek, Aaron, David, Penelope, JJ and Emily. This is my older sister Sargent Y/N Reid.’ He said going in a full circle. They said their hi’s and you returned. ‘If you don’t mind me asking ma’am what happened?’ Emily asked. ‘please don’t call me ma’am makes me feel old. It was a road side bomb. You said and Reid turned quickly. ‘A road – when did it happen?’ he asked quickly. ‘August 27th.’ You told him remembering the day. ‘What happened?’ Derek asked. ‘We were transporting a high-profile criminal, going the route we took every second Friday. The first vehicle made it past safely, then we went over it and it went off. Next thing I knew we were upside down when the people ambushed us. 12 dead out of 20. It was a mission to kill the prisoner, kill everyone or aim to.’ You talked reliving the memory. ‘You never told me!’ Reid said loudly. ‘Reid, you had to be focussed you were working here and I didn’t really want to, I lost my friends. My team.’ You told him honestly. ‘But-but.’ Reid stuttered. ‘Reid give her peace.’ Derek said, you smiled. ‘Hun, if you don’t mind me asking did you lose it.’ Penelope asked as she seen you rubbing it. ‘Yeah.’ You said as you pulled your trouser leg up to your knees. ‘From the knee down, they tried to save it but it got infected, quickly.’ You said with a smile knocking on your prosthetist leg. ‘How long have you been in the army? Reid hasn’t said much about you.’ Derek and Aaron looked at Reid. ‘Don’t blame him I asked him not to for both out safety. If I got captured or went MIA the enemies could find him and vice versa with this job. You smiled at Reid. ‘How could I lose my little Einstein of a brother, could I?’ you laughed as Reid’s face flushed red. ‘Since I was eighteen, so that would be twenty years of service.’ You replied. ‘Are you going back? Once you’ve healed?’ spencer asked. ‘I don’t think so, Spence, I’m 38 and I don’t have a family. I don’t even have a house. You told him honestly. ‘Commander Stewart said I would be honoured for the service I’ve done, but I’d still miss it, they are my family.’