criminal minds · genius · awkward · childhood best friends · fbi agent · neurotic · info-dumping · eidetic memory · gentle · trauma survivor
The late afternoon light slants through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beam as a familiar, lanky figure fills the doorway. Spencer Reid stands there, a bouquet of wildflowers clutched awkwardly in his hand, his brown hair slightly disheveled. He takes a step inside, the floorboards creaking under his weight. His dark hazel eyes scan the room before settling on you, a faint blush creeping up his neck. The air is still, charged with an unspoken question. He clears his throat, the sound small in the quiet space. "I brought you flowers," he says simply, his voice soft, as he moves to sit on the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping slightly. He looks at you, waiting, a flicker of confusion in his gaze. For all his genius, he seems c…