One shots/ Imagines of resident genius and pretty boy, Spencer Reid. Aimed at a female reader.
-mainly fluff
-language
-smut
-multiple parts at times
-mature
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Remembering the past with Spencer Reid.
Fluff, a slight mention of suicide.
1268 words
"-do you remember the first time we were here?"
You questioned, bright eyes glowing in the midst of the first frost, walking along the same path as 2 years prior.
Feeling the same hand hold yours, resulting in goosebumps you knew weren't only from the cold.
He smiled, an adoring, gentle smile and with a deep laugh he said, "I remember everything, beautiful."
Your boyfriend's doe eyes shone, looking directly into yours before he began talking again.
"I remember that, this was the first place I actually spoke to you, but not the first place I saw you, id seen you before but I was too nervous to say something."
You grinned at the reminiscence and let airy laughter take its leave, hands cold in the winter weather, contrasting with his warm ones entangled with yours .
"And I was sat there." You pointed at a slightly frozen over park bench, with orange and brown leaves scattered on the pavement surrounding it.
"Yeah, you were. And you had your camera, taking pictures of the trees and the sky and I remember you looked so calm."
Spencer lead you to the bench you once sat at, many moons ago, or so it felt like, not that you minded of course. He began wiping it down with a tissue out of his satchel, brown and leather. Then you took a seat beside him.
"And you sat there," your y/e/c eyes glanced at the seating area opposite, practically appearing exactly the same, " reading Edgar Allan Poe, A Tell tale heart and you just looked perfect."
"Then you looked at me and just said 'hi' about 3 times until I realised you were talking to me, and then you asked if you could take a picture of me for a photography assignment, just like that."
His thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand, as your head fell to rest on his shoulder, he let out a perfectly content sigh, allowing you to physically hear his smile emerge and you laughed at the memory he spoke aloud.
"I can't believe I even said that, but I'm glad I did. I wouldn't be here now if I didn't, and I definitely wouldn't have gotten the best grade without you."
The laughter Spencer exhibited was perfect enough to make your very heart burst, it already full then fuller when he pressed his warm lips against your forehead.
"I'm glad too, Y/n . I'm also glad that you and Emily knew each other beforehand."
"Why's that?"
"I don't know, I mean, I already thought you were beautiful, not that I don't now I- I do of course I do, but Emily told me more about you and what you're like and then your looks, no matter how gorgeous you are, weren't a contributing factor anymore because inside and out you're still the most beautiful girl in the world to me."
His hands grasped at your flushed, ice- cold cheeks and he stroked your face, wide eyed and angel-like before he pulled you in.
Your lips touching, moving softly against one another and your heart began to beat out of your chest and his hand went to your waist laying there tentatively until you broke apart.
Spencer stood up once more, offering out his hand for you to take and so you did.
Walking through the now dimly lit autumn night, you listened out for raindrops and heard the birds old song.
You glimpsed at the fallen leaves below the aged oak tree and see the glittering snowflakes glimmer on the crystallised path.
As that day 2 years ago replayed in your head over and over until the two of you made your way into a warm, quiet coffee shop.
Yet another place, yet another memory, and yet another story followed.
Your seventh date with Dr Spencer Reid.
I wouldn't call it a 'date' per say, but it certainly turned into something.
I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, Danny. You thought, memories of you and your childhood best friend running through your mind as your phone buzzed, but you chose to ignore it. You needed to be alone, and you needed to be here.
But little did you know, at the time of course, that Spencer Reid, was sat at his desk, normally reading yet his mind raged with mentions of you, your face, your body, your laugh and your brain. As he played inside his head, reasons why you might want to leave, and reasons why you were ignoring him.
It wasn't like you, to blatantly ignore someone you loved. But right now, you had to show your love to someone who your heart owes a large portion of itself to. Danny Quentin.
You sat, alone, in the silent yet busy cafe. Tear-stained cheeks and puffy, red eyes at 5.43 pm. Not realising how long you sat there for, drowsily staring at the wooden table, a soft, recognisable voice spoke, sitting beside you.
"Y/n?" You looked up to meet the concerned eyes of Spencer, his gaze softening at the immediate notice of your tears, "Hey, hey. What's wrong?"
Without a word uttered or spoken, you told him everything. His arms throwing their way around your body, hugging you tightly. As he saw the last message of your friend displayed on your phone 2 days ago, a picture of you and him beside one another at an age as small as 4 and Spencer held you whilst you wept in his protective arms.
"Danny," you breathed out, removing yourself from comfort. "He- he's dead. Spencer, he's gone. An- and I didn't even get to say goodbye."
Your voice cracked, laced with hurt and broken. And Spencer took your left hand in his, trailing his thumb around your knuckles and his other hand reached into your hair, playing with your soft, strands lightly.
"Shhh, baby. It's okay. Let it out, okay?" He spoke, so gently as if he was scared you'd shatter, so for the next 15 minutes, your head on his chest, stifling your cry, he held you. Until you were able to breathe again.
"Thank you."
"For what?" He asked,
"Not judging me."
"I'd never judge you, Y/n. I got you something, I don't know if you'd like it, but I saw it and thought of you."
Your eyes connected, pupils dilated, almost swollen at the amount of love you had for him.
He reached into his satchel, pulling out a little black box, wrapped in a light blue ribbon with a bow tied.
Carefully, you unravelled it. To be met with a bracelet, it was silver, littered with flowers indented into the band and a red rose charm dangled.
"I love it." You whispered, Spencer's smile stretching across his face, becoming wider, as of it was possible.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Spence."
"Can I be your boyfriend?" He asked, voice gentle, pulling a rose from behind his back, presenting it to you.
Your face turned red, heated yet you've never been happier than in that moment, despite your swollen eyes and devastated appearance Spencer still thought you were beautiful, beautiful enough to be his.
In a moment, your lips connected. Emotions riding through, excitement and nerves finding their way into your veins, pumping your body full of energy and the love from the man kissing you.
"Yes."
A.A Milne once said, "If there ever comes a day where we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever."
