Supercut [ spencer reid x reader ] ✔️

VI.

You stand across from Spencer, focusing the picture. "Smile!"

Spencer gives you a sheepish grin, holding the diploma holder against his stomach. You take the picture, squealing before walking over to him. You angle the phone toward the two of you, wrapping your arm around his waist.

"Smile again, brainiac. I have to have this memory."

He smiles, and you snap the picture of the two of you before shoving your phone in your pocket. You turn toward him, a little smile on your face.

"I'm proud of you," you say to him, meeting his eyes.

"Thanks, Ace," he whispers.

Inhaling deeply, you look over his shoulder. His car sits in a parking spot near the edge of the lot, packed full of his stuff from his dorm. Your eyes flick back to his, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

"You're leaving," you whisper. Saying it out loud makes it real—and you don't like that.

"I know," he whispers back.

He wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You hug him tightly, closing your eyes to revel in the familiar scent of cinnamon and old books. One of his hands rests on the back of your head.

"You'll be busy with your internship—you won't even have time to miss me," he says, trying to comfort you.

You can't help the tears that escape your eyes, and you know you can't talk. If you talk, you'll start sobbing, and you don't want that. This is Spencer's day—you should be happy. But how can you be happy when you feel like your best friend is leaving you forever?

Pulling away, he looks down at your face, his hands cupping the sides of your face. His thumbs swipe below your eyes, and you swear you see his eyes turn glassy.

"Hey," he whispers, holding your gaze. "This isn't the end for us, Ace. I promise."

You take in a deep breath, shaking your head. "I know, brainiac. I'm just going to miss you."

He pulls you in for another hug, and you feel like if he lets go, you'll shatter. Eventually, the two of you break apart, Spencer leaving a kiss on your forehead. Looking into his eyes, you see an unfamiliar emotion flash through them before he gives you a smile.

"Bye, Ace."

"Bye, brainiac."

With that, he turns away, and you watch your best friend get into his car and drive away, leaving you standing alone on the sidewalk.

Spencer opens the door wider for you to pass, and you brush past him into his apartment. Your eyes graze around the room. Bookshelves line the left wall, hundreds of books just waiting to be read. Knowing Spencer, he's read them all.