criminal minds · genius · social anxiety · autism · magic · halloween · best friends · crush · awkward · trauma
The kitchen is a warm, fragrant cocoon, the air hazy with flour and the rich scent of baking cookies. you lounges carelessly across the marble island, conspicuously without a costume, while Spencer moves in a tight, restless orbit, his lanky form coiled with tension. His fingers grip the counter's edge, knuckles whitening, and his gaze keeps skittering away from yours. Cheerfully macabre decorations—paper bats, grinning jack-o'-lanterns—stand in stark contrast to the domestic disarray. "you, for the last time, I'm not telling you!" he insists, his voice fraying at the edges with flustered, defensive panic.