No Guidance [Spencer Reid x Reader 18+]✔️

New Beginnings

Running away seemed like the best thing you could do. Going to college away you're your home state was the best decision you ever made. 

No one ever called to check up. Not that you expected them too. After getting 2 PHDs before 25, you would think someone would be proud, but they weren't. 

But that didn't matter anymore. You were a long way from my hometown and tomorrow you start a new job working for the BAU. Your dream job. This is what you had worked so incredibly hard for. Being excited was an understatement. 

Ecstatic didn't even cover this feeling.

Pulling into the parking lot of your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. No one knew where you were and you wanted it to stay that way. Stepping out of your Jeep, you grabbed what little belongings could fit in it. 

The rest of the stuff you had shipped and hired a company to set everything up so you wouldn't have too.

Carrying the boxes, you reached in your pocket for the keys and unlocked the door. The big windows in the apartment let in as much light as possible. The white walls made the place look bigger than it was. 

It wasn't small by any means, but it wasn't huge either. It was a two bedroom. The kitchen was huge, your only request. You loved cooking. The white quartz glistened in the sunlight. Hundreds of rainbows bounced off the specks on the quartz.

Taking a deep breath, you put the boxes down and opened them up. Your books. You took them out on by one, and put them in the built ins. These books kept you sane throughout your childhood. It's not easy being a senior at 12 years old. 

You had skipped lots of grades and was provably a genius. IQ of 176. Not that you brag. But it was hard to miss an actual child in the graduating class. The bullies were bad. Very bad. Which made you feel like you had no escape. Home was bad, school was bad, and the only place you felt safe was at the library. So that's where you spent as much of your time as possible.

After going back to get the final bunch of boxes, you couldn't help but think about how grateful you felt. 

"I did this. Me. Finally" you said to yourself. Pride was something you didn't feel often but you let yourself bask in it as you walked into the elevator, pressing your floor number. 

"Hey hold that!" you heard suddenly snapping you out of your moment. Holding the door, a brown hair, brown eyed man stepped into the elevator with you. 

"Thank you so much I appreciate it." He said politely. 

He was tall, about 6 foot and was wearing a grey suit and a pair of converse. Unusual. He looked like he hadn't slept in ages but boy was he beautiful.

"Moving in? I've never seen you around before. Well, that as well as the- uh- boxes. Do you need any help with those by the way?" He said, almost in a ramble tone

He's nervous

"Yeah I just moved here from New Hampshire to start a new job! Ah, what floor?" you said motioning to the buttons

"Two. Same as you apparently" he said smiling at you

"My names Y/N" you said, shifting the boxes so you could extend a hand to him.

He looked at you, then to your hand and then back at you

Okay? Odd.

"Spencer. Sorry I don't shake hands. Germs." He said clearly uncomfortable.

"Nice to meet you Spencer. And no worries I don't blame you. Did you know you are better off kissing someone over shaking a hand? Less germs" you rambled.

Fuck! Who says that after just meeting someone? Are you okay child?

"Actually, I did know that! It's one of my favorite fun facts and always catches people off guard. By the way you never answered my question on if you needed help?" he laughed

He was a sight for sore eyes to say the least. 

He was so attractive. And his laugh was a sound straight from the angels themselves. He truly was beautiful. 

Like the kind of beautiful that you don't see everyday and the kind that some skip over. He was lanky and tall with bed head looking brown hair. Deep hazel eyes that you felt like you could get lost in.

"O-oh yeah. Sure thank you so much!" you stuttered as he took a box from you. 

He brushed your hand with his accidently while taking the box. It made you gasp quietly. It felt like lightning and your skin burned after he took that box.

What the fuck was that? That's never happened to me before. Did he feel that too?

Stepping out of the elevator you lead the way to your apartment. "Wait stop that's my place right across the way!" he beamed. He sounded excited

Opening the door you showed him where he could put the box. He gently put it down on the dark hard wood floors.

"Can I get you anything to drink? I would offer to make you something, but I haven't gotten that far yet. Also thank you so much for helping me that was so kind of you" you said to spencer. He shook his head no at your offer.

"I'd offer to help you unpack but I have some work stuff to finish up before tomorrow. But if you need anything I'm right across the hall. Don't be afraid to come bother me anytime" he said with a toothy grin.

Shit, I could stare at him smile forever.

"Not an issue! Good luck and thank you again" you said closing the door as he walked out.

Turning back to all the unpacking you had to do, you threw up your hair into a bun and turned on some music, determined to be all unpacked before your first day tomorrow. One less stress. 

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A/N : HI EVERYONE! Okay this is the first chapter. I am so so so so so nervous to post this but all feed back is appreciated. I hope we like this. I want this to sort of be a slow burn so I hope that is okay with anyone who reads this!!!