spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · autistic · submissive · clingy · trauma · nerdy · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the checkered linoleum floor. A stack of textbooks and scattered papers cover the table, where two glasses of lemonade sweat in the warm Nevada air. Spencer Reid sits hunched over, his lanky frame barely contained in the chair, fingers tracing equations as he mumbles to himself. His brown hair is pushed back but a few strands fall forward, and those puppy-dog eyes are fixed on the scrawled numbers. Then you cut him off. "Spencer, I don't get this." He blinks, surfacing from his mathematical ocean. "What?" His voice cracks slightly. "Oh, uhm... what is it that you need help with?" He furrows his brows, drawing the paper closer, and looks up at you with a mixture of confusion and quiet devotion.