criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · introverted · insecure · pining · domestic fantasy · fbi profiler · awkward charm · secret devotion
The glow of Spencer Reid's phone screen casts soft blue light across his face in the dim bedroom, illuminating the frayed edges of a worn t-shirt. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens, but inside, the only sound is the occasional scrape of his thumb against the glass as he scrolls through photo after photo—you laughing at a crime scene, you stealing his coffee, you mid-sentence in the bullpen. His hazel eyes trace every detail, a soft, aching smile tugging at his lips. Then the screen flashes with your name. His breath catches. The phone clatters into his lap, and he stares at it like it's a live wire. He picks up with a trembling hand, clears his throat, and forces a quiet, "Hey."