One magnificent sunset and two strangers torn apart by their lives, but brought together to make a perfect whole.
Can Y/N and Spencer Reid survive against the ghosts of their pasts in this tale of two broken lovers?
*the authors note has more descri...
A/N: I've decided this is early season 12 Reid but with the s3,4,5,7 cast, so his hair is basically just boyband hair intensified.
I've never gotten high, so sorry if this is a shitty depiction of what getting high feels like :()
Also, sorry about the long Author's Notes, this was just stuff I needed to get out of the way, but hopefully they won't be so much later on.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mention of drug use Smoking weed Mention of suicidal thoughts Insinuation of self harm
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"Y/N?" A familiar voice sounded.
You quickly shut the lighter off, pulling the joint out of your mouth as you turned your head to see who had disrupted your peace in your sanctuary, only to find that same figure you'd come in contact with the most in the last week.
Doctor Spencer Reid.
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You stood frozen, the two of you staring at each other, both wondering the same thing.
"H-How do you know about this place?" You asked. The fact that someone else knew about this haven of yours took away just that much of its eminence. "I could ask you the same question." Spencer responded, unsure of just how welcome he was.
You kept quiet until Spencer walked closer toward you, gesturing to the bench. "May I?" He asked, his voice meek and laced with uncertainty. You reluctantly nodded and scooted over to let him sit. As much as you wanted to be alone, you'd just met him so you weren't going to be a dick about it. Spencer took a quiet seat at the far left edge of the bench, opposing you who was sitting at the far right edge. The two of you kept your distance, remembering that even after a week of knowing each other, you were still strangers.
The two of you remained quiet for some time, you looking at the sunset, and the kid looking at you. A persistent little thing wasn't he. It had been a week of you feeling Spencer's presence everywhere you went. You felt like he was always watching for clues about who you were, what stories you could tell through your every move and action. But you knew better than to give a profiler exactly what they wanted.
You'd had enough with the incessant staring at this point, which is why you asked, "Why do you keep staring at me?" You firmly set your gaze upon him. Intense eye contact, you figured, would do the trick. It did, in fact, do the trick because you noticed how Spencer's posture stiffened. His shoulders rode up and he began to fidget with his hands. You noticed how his thumb tapped against the pads of each of his long fingers.
