This is a collection of lousy written Spencer Reid imagines for your pleasure.
(I will also post some one-liners to use as drabbles.)
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C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin. This is the chemical formula for love. And only one person made you feel this way. Spencer Reid.
Spencer had these beautiful hazel eyes that made you feel safe. His smile made you feel at home. And his laugh, his laugh could make the earth stop.
You were lucky enough to know this wonderful man and best of all, get to be his bride to be.
Spencer and you met several years ago on your first day at FBI Headquarters in Quantico, Virginia. You had worn your long, angled bob golden brown hair slightly wavy.
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And your outfit had been a gray t-shirt paired with some black skinny jeans and tan converse along with a red blazer.
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When you walked into the bullpen, Spencer was the first to greet you. You thought to yourself that day that he was cute, but not once did you believe you two would be getting married.
Then there was your first date which happened a year after you two met. When Spencer asked you to dinner, his plams were sweaty and his voice was shaky. But you thought it was the sweetest thing.
You had worn a black Lynyrd Skynyrd tee with red ripped skinny jeans and black heels.
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Your hair was pulled into a bun because you remembered Spencer telling you he loved when your hair was back because he could see your face better.
