Spencer Reid - Blog Posts
i found you
gn!reader x spencer reid (fluff)
words: 1778
summary: You and Spencer have been friends for years, so it only makes sense you went to a local St. Patrick’s Day parade together. However, when he loses you at the parade he realizes how important it is that you know how much he loves you, so of course he confesses.
Spencer pushed through the crowd, fighting to find you. You had been his best friend for years. You’d helped him through the fear his work caused, and you were even there during his addiction. He thought of you as his whole world. You reminded him of why it was worth it to deal with the horrors he saw every day. You were his light in the darkness, and now you were lost in a giant crowd of people. It was packed, and there had to be thousands of people around. It was one of the biggest St. Patrick’s Day celebrations in the entire country.
Spencer’s mind started to race with different ideas. You could’ve been kidnapped, or even killed. He knew the statistics on that, but he tried not to think about them for his own sanity. His mind flashed with different victims he’d seen over the years. You could be in the same situation as any of them right now, but he prayed you weren’t.
He called out your name as loud as he could, trying to make himself see above the crowd, but the only response he got was a disapproving side eye from a mother carrying her child. He felt embarrassed but knew he couldn’t stop till he found you. His heart was beating in his ears, and his breathing was shallow. He knew this could turn into a panic attack at any second, and as much as he wanted to break down he knew it wouldn’t help him find you.
He quickly turned around, thinking he heard your voice, but instead found a visibly drunk man.
“Sorry about that,” the man said as he stumbled, spilling beer all over Spencer’s shirt. The beer smelled awful, and now his shirt was uncomfortably sticky, but the thought of finding you kept him together.
“It’s fine,” Spencer responded before quickly darting off, still set on finding you unharmed. He tried to clear out the horrific images in his mind, but there was little he could do. He rushed back to where he’d last seen you, deciding maybe you hadn’t gone that far after all. The sun was starting to set, and it put him on edge. When it went dark it’d be so much harder to find you.
He regretted walking away from you earlier. He told you that he had to go to the bathroom, but he actually wanted to surprise you with a drink he noticed you eyeing at one of the drink carts. He had to wait in an excruciatingly long line, but he thought it would be worth it because it meant getting to see your beautiful smile. When he returned to where you were supposed to be waiting for him you were already gone. Looking back, it was stupid, but in the moment he didn’t think twice. He was an intelligent and trained FBI agent who was carrying a gun, so he felt safe, but he didn’t think twice about the fact you didn’t have any experience with dangerous criminals.
He pushed through people, standing once again in front of the drink cart. He looked around, but there was no one there. He considered calling Garcia. Maybe she’d be able to hack into the security footage and use facial recognition software to see where you went and who you were with, but Spencer knew that would take too much time. Besides, it would be way too embarrassing to admit he was freaking out so much over losing you for 20 minutes. Garcia knew all about his feelings for you, and he wasn’t sure he could handle her teasing at a time like this.
Spencer noticed the street lamps starting to flicker on. They were the only light left now that the sun had set. As embarrassing as it was, he decided maybe it actually would be a good idea to call the BAU. Or Garcia at least.
He noticed the diner sitting on the road’s edge in front of him and decided to wait there while he called. Running around in a packed crowd clearly wouldn’t help him find you, and it definitely wasn’t making him feel better.
The diner had a muted brown roof with big white letters that spelled out Tony’s Place. It hardly had walls at all, as most of the sides were large glass windows. There was a quaint wooden bench outside of it facing the street. It was unsuspecting and matched every other building on the street.
Spencer Walked through the door, hearing a bell ring as he did. The place was crowded, but much less crowded than the parade was. The interior looked something straight out of the ’50s. There were black and white checkered tiles, booths with red leather seats, and a bar where people sat sipping their drinks. He could smell french fries and apple pie coming from the kitchen.
“How can I help ya, sugar?” An older waitress with dirty blonde curls asked him. She looked tired, and Spencer noticed the pack of cigarettes in her apron. Her name tag read Darlene.
“I just need a place to sit,” he told her nervously. She smiled at him with an understanding, motherly smile.
“Sounds great,” she told him as she ushered him over to a booth. It was next to a giant window that faced the parade. He looked around, but there was no one who even looked like you. “Can I get you anything to drink?” She asked sympathetically. It was obvious to anyone who saw him that he was upset.
“Coffee please,” he responded quickly. She nodded and quickly left to get him a cup. He fished his phone out of his pocket and let out a sigh. He anxiously dialed Garcia’s number, almost hitting the wrong keys in a rush.
“Hello, Mighty Professor. It’s not like you to call me like this when you’re not at work,” she said joyfully. Spencer wasn’t sure how to respond. He almost felt bad telling her what was wrong. She loved you too. “What can I help you with, sweetie?” She asked again. Spencer was usually eager to ask questions and get her help, but now he wasn’t saying anything at all.
“Well, it’s just-“ he stopped himself, not sure how to even explain it. His leg was anxiously bouncing, and every second that passed felt like an hour. Before he got the chance to explain it all to Garcia the waitress had come back with his cup of coffee. He could see the steam emitting from it and he thanked her.
“Just doin’ my job baby,” she told him in a reassuring voice. He could tell she was used to dealing with people who were upset, and just this once he didn’t mind being treated like a kid.
“Who’s that?” Garcia questioned from the phone.
“It’s no one, just a waitress,” he responded. “That’s not the point. I need your help, Garcia.” Even from over the phone, Garcia could tell Spencer was anxiously biting his lip.
“What’s up?” She asked.
“I need help finding-” Spencer quickly cut himself off. Across the diner he noticed you. Even though your back was to him, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind it was you. He knew everything about you like the back of his hand. It was your hair, your clothes, your body.
“Nevermind. Thanks, Garcia. Gotta go,” he told her before quickly hanging up. He stood up and quickly ran across the diner to you. He didn’t even realize it, but he was starting to cry. “Thank God it’s you,” he said. You quickly turned around and he wrapped his arms around you.
“Spencer, what’s wrong?” You asked, feeling one of his hands around your waist and the other on the back of your head. He held onto you tightly, not ready to ever let you go.
“I couldn’t find you,” he breathed out. “I thought you were gone forever.”
“Spencer, I’d never leave you,” you respond. He nods and you look at him to see the tears running down his face.
“I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the abduction cases I’ve seen before. All those people who died. I wasn’t ready to lose you too,” he tells you. You’ve never seen him so upset before. Working at the BAU wasn’t easy, and he was finally letting it show. You hold onto him, trying to let him know that you’re safe now. You hear his heartbeat, and it’s pounding quickly. His hands are shaky as they hold you, and his breathing is still shallow.
“I found you,” he whispers in your ear. He pulls away from you just enough to kiss you. He keeps one hand on your waist and moves the other to your jaw, holding onto it as he kisses you passionately. He slowly pulls away, wanting to be as close to you as possible.
“Take it outside!” An older man sitting at the bar playfully exclaimed, causing Spencer’s face to flush. He grabbed onto your hand, leaving a twenty on the table for Darlene, and led you outside to the wooden bench in front of the diner. The two of you sat down together, the soft glow from the street lamp illuminating him. A few stars could be seen shining brightly above you. There was a chilly breeze, but with how close Spencer was keeping you the two of you were plenty warm. He wasn’t crying anymore. He just sat next to you, admiring your presence.
“I need to tell you something,” he says, gently squeezing your hand.
“What’s up?” you ask.
“When I lost you, I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the bad things I’ve seen. I didn’t know what I’d ever do without you, and because of that, I don’t ever wanna be without you again. I know dating can be really complicated when you’re in the BAU. Plenty of relationships fail. But I love you so much, and I really think if you gave me a chance this might work, even if it’s statistically unli-” You interrupt him, softly kissing his lips. He leans into the kiss, and you can smell the aroma of coffee and leather that lingers on him. Reluctantly, you both pull away, but only by a few centimeters.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, “did you do that because I was rambling again?”
“I did that because I love you too,” you whisper back.
“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he mumbles before kissing you again.
He didn’t let go of your hand the entire time. He hoped he’d never have to.
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a/n: Special St. Patrick's Day post lol! Also, I know I’ve been getting a lot of Twilight requests- and I’m so happy about it!! (and I am working on them)- but I wanted to take a break to write a fun Spencer Reid oneshot bc I love him sm lol
Criminal Minds Evolution Eve!!!!!!!?!?
Does anybody know what episode this is from???? I love this interaction and I need to watch it rn
Spencer Reid would love Winnie the Pooh. No further questions.
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT EPISODE AND SEASON THIS PICTURE IS FROM IF YOU KNOW?!?!???? I SAW IT IN AN EDIT AND I WANT TO WATCH IT PLEASE AND THANK YOU
I feel like If Spencer was rambling on the jet about something, someone would put on one of those baby therapy videos with the dancing fruit and they would just watch him disassociate
New series!!!
CRIMINAL MINDS FANFIC
Parings: fem!reader (she/her) x Hotch
Warnings: general canon criminal minds related violence (guns, blood, killers, etc.) talks of mental issues, childhoods trauma, the mafia, tiny pinch of angst and ofc ✨fluff✨
(btw this is an enemies to lovers!!!)
*THIS IS IMPORTANT!!! Your triggers and absolutely 100% valid regardless of how silly you think it is! if I ever miss anything please tell me!
Also this is a slow burn and this chapter is really just a build up and into for the reader!
Does it Have to Be Your Eyes
I Drown in?
Beautiful orangey and yellow rays peek through
your blinds as the sun begins to rise. They engulf parts of your room with warmth and those rays come and directly land in your eyes alerting you that it’s morning.
“Ugh! Bro I just fell asleep!”
You blink a few times and then squint. The sunlight had temporarily blinded you. You stare at your window, processing the fact that you now had to get up and go to work. You sigh and let you head fall into you hands.
“They should pay me more…”
You go on under your breath about how you wished you got to sleep more. Then finally you shove your covers off yourself and climb out of your bed sort of ready for a new day. 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙. 𝑀𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠sing.
Little did you know how much of a blessing this
day was just about to be…
You had a simple desk job at the fbi and helped out
whoever needed help. It was almost funny, someone as qualified as you with a desk job? If it wasn’t such a waste people might laugh but instead it was tragic. The thing was you never liked attention. You didn’t really want a lot of fame or glory. Maybe a long time ago you did but not anymore. You preferred the quiet paperwork and solitude. It was peaceful and even therapeutic to you. And you never wanted more and never had any dreams or desires…. Right?
No. Not at all. The truth was the reason why you were so over qualified for your job. You were both smart and strong. Back in high-school you were in a dual-enrollment program meaning that you took college classes in high-school. Subjects ranging from philosophy to math to the arts. But your personal favorite the very thing that got you hooked to and what you studied in college, Psychology. You were part of multiple clubs in and outside of school too. Your favorite their being mma (mixed martial arts). You managed to graduate early with flying colors and great SAT scores and even scholar ships to many schools. You were so excited to study criminal psychology and more you didn’t even take a break, not for a moment. It was your area of study. But it was something you didn’t like to mention to people. Was it ridicule you feared? You did face being made fun of a lot before or was it expectations you felt you may not be able to fulfill that scared you? Whatever the reason the thought that you could be a profiler right now would sometimes creep up on you. You would shake them off. It was a far away dream that would never happen, a dream you were to scared to try and go for. That’s the type of person you were. Cautious and timid regardless of the fiery passion for profiling inside you. Or at least that’s what you thought
Oh, and one final thing a thing that you couldn’t exactly put on a resume….You had literally been trained to kill since you were a kid. It was pretty unbelievable. Your personality wasn’t exact what people expect when they think “raised to kill.” What on Earth you may ask? Well the thing was your uncle was in the mafia and you were part of the family business. Emphasis on were. He taught you everything you may have needed to know. Since he never had any kids of his own you were next in line. He made it pretty clear he didn’t trust your father with much. You had quite a bit of skills under your belt. But you ran away. How could you so easily run away from that life? From the family business? You changed everything but you know it wasn’t enough and the fact you didn’t actually have a criminal record kept law enforcement away. But you always suspected to only reason you walked away so easily was because your uncle had let you…
“How ironic, honestly. Now I work for my enemies.”
The thoughts of your past were like trick candles they just kept coming back no matter how hard you blew them away. You shook your head desperately trying to eat your breakfast in peace. Eventually you decided it was enough and grabbed your bag and car keys. 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝐸𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔! You sarcastically say in your head. You truly didn’t know what fate had in store for you…
A/n: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I don’t usually write FanFiction and this is my first criminal minds fanfic so please go easy on me. And to the writer out there if you have any writing advice then please let me know!
Hello to everyone in the criminal minds fandom I’m new here lol! But I’ve seen lack of cute fanfic (or maybe I just read them all and need more) so at this point I decided to just start writing them… Yea maybe I’m a little addicted but come on. I have some vague ideas of what I’ll write and if you have any prompts, scenarios, or even full on story ideas then send them to me!
Can we talk about how anything directed by Matthew gray gubler is a literal nightmare to watch lol, the episode I watched had me shook ngl
🍓°Criminal Minds yapping°🍓 (spoilers.. duh)
Favorite seasons~
1 | the first season of the show, we meet our lovely characters and get introduced to Elle and Spencer. Two of the best characters in tv history, in my opinion.🤷♀️
6 | migraine Reid, That's all:)
8 | meeting Alex Blake and the replicater storyline!
9 | just because of Alex Blake.
Favorite characters~
1 | Elle Greenaway ~ season 1
2 | Spencer Reid ~ season 1-15
3 | Alex Blake ~ Season 8-9
4 | Penelope Garcia - Season 1-17
5| Jennifer Jareau - season 1-17
Favorite ships~
1 | Spencer × Elle
2 | JJ × Emily
3 | Derek × Spencer
4 | Spencer × Luke
The end (for now)
14.15 “TRUTH OR DARE”
Criminal minds
Season 10 episode 21 really freaked me out don't know about anyone else. 👻
wait what the fawk
I JUST WANT TO KNOW HOW AARON HOTCHNER IS ABLE TO RUN SO FAST IN THOSE NICE ASS SUITS LIKE NANI THE FUCKKKK????
LISTEN
I DONT THINK WE APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT DOCTOR SPENCER MOTHER FUCKING RIED, MR. I DONT LIKE HANDSHAKES DUE TO GERMS, DELIVERED AN IMPROMPTU FUCKING CHILD WHO WAS THEN NAMED AFTER HIM!!!!!!!
A new English teacher at my school honestly reminds me of Spencer Reid, like, he has a blog, and he's a Cambridge boy, and when I saw him going to the staff canteen, I honestly thought he needed an ambulance shock blanket, I thought he was about to either combust, or burst into tears, that man *needs* friends
😭😭😭
hello.
the parallel of emily telling reid that what she loves about him is the fact that he doesn't know how to be anyone else
as she grabs the lauren reynolds file from her safe.
goodbye.
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Kidnapped 💫
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Emily prentiss ✨️
Friends 🔥
"if reid dies i quit" - penelope garcia
SWEETPIANOXOXO
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Garcia: TODAY IS SPEAK NOW TAYLOR’S VERSION DAY!!
Reid: OH MY GOD YOU’RE RIGHT!
Emily: I’m more of a reputation girl.
Morgan: Same.
Rossi: I personally prefer Fearless.
Hotch, singing quietly: Loverrrr.
The rest of the team:
Hotch: Okay, let’s continue debriefing.
Emily Prentiss x text messages!
"I chose to stay silent"
The face i stayed silent with:
I love that Reid is catnip for hookers specifically 😭
“Weird, but fucking beautiful” - Snow On The Beach ~ Taylor Swift 2022
The only mansplainer i’ll allow
Me, arriving to numerous fandoms this quarentine after they hit their prime with series who have been running since I was born and are now all finishing
need a part two! tag me pls! this was such a good read😍
one thing about spencer reid? he’s going to think a pretty girl flirting with him is ‘just being nice’. every. single. time.
it’s beginning to drive the rest of the bau crazy, the way their smartest member is so oblivious to your coquetry. every time you came to visit your brother, hotch, at his job, you made sure you wouldn’t leave until that boy was flushed a nice crimson red that would haunt him for the rest of the day. you knew who you were dealing with, and you were in it for the long haul.
you’ve had a small thing for spencer ever since you first met him, shortly after he joined the team. you and your brother were really close growing up, so it wasn’t unusual for you to stop by after you finished up in your classroom for the day, usually flashing a bright smile and a pink box of donuts. the rest of the team viewed you as their little sister, too, but that small thing you’ve had for spencer had blossomed into a full blown crush.
the members of your brother’s team have become a second family to the both of you, and you were quite aware of spencer’s track record with women- or lack thereof. you couldn’t quite wrap your brain around the fact that nobody’s snatched him up yet, but you couldn’t complain. it was almost too easy to rile him up, to get him flustered, and you took pride in being the one to make him blush.
you made your way through the bullpen, stopping by to see your brother first. as he reached for the box of donuts, you slapped his hand away, causing him to roll his eyes.
“what? you didn’t stop to see boy genius first?” he teased.
“nope,” you replied, popping the p, “just wanted to say hi first. i’ve missed you!” it had been a few weeks since you had last visited your brother and his teammates, and you had missed the feeling of camaraderie that they extended to you.
“i’ve missed you too, kid,” he responded, and after a minute or so of catch up, you saw your brother’s eyes wander above your head, looking out from the window in his office into the bullpen. your gaze followed his, and a smile grew on your face as you saw spencer rush to turn his head back to his desk, desperately hoping you didn’t catch him staring. but you did. you always do.
your brother let you go shortly thereafter, knowing of your very obvious feelings for the agent. plus, he knew nobody was getting a donut until you went and talked to him. you made a point to reserve the privilege of the first pick for spencer only, much to the annoyed endearment of his coworkers.
“hi handsome!” you chirped, setting down the box of donuts on his desk, your free hand coming to rest in his forearm. “first pick for the sweetest guy in the office,” you crooned, batting your lashes as you hopped up to sit on his desk.
“y-you don’t have to give me first pick every time, you know,” he muttered shyly, still reaching out to grab his favorite kind, “not that i don’t appreciate it!” he then rushed out, rambling in the adorable way only spencer can achieve, “i do appreciate it- i mean- you’re so sweet and you look gorgeous today-” he pursed his lips, physically stopping himself from digging a deeper hole. his tomato red face with eyes that were squeezed shut were now turned to the ground.
you smirked. you were an expert at getting him flustered, sure, but he normally always had control over the things he said to you. your heart fluttered at the fact that he couldn’t help but tell you how gorgeous you looked, something he’s never been confident enough to say.
you lifted his chin with two fingers, leaned in so your faces were inches apart, and in your most saccharine tone, replied, “thank you, handsome. you look nice too, is this a new sweater?” you eyed the never before seen cream colored cable knit that adorned his broad chest. you’d never been more thankful for fall weather until this very moment.
“it is, t-thank you for noticing,” he stuttered out, completely frozen in his spot, his head not daring to move away from your touch.
“you’re welcome,” your lilted voice and the removal of your fingers on his face left him hot and cold at the same time. you caught him shuddering as you hopped off his desk and turned to grab the box of donuts, the one he chose earlier was nearly smushed between his hand and his desk, suffering the consequences of what you did to him. “i’m going to go make the rest of the rounds. it was good to see you though, as always.” you smiled before walking away.
you didn’t need to look back to know that he had immediately swiveled his chair in your direction the second you walked away, eyes locked on your retreating figure. check and mate.
you made your way through the rest of the team, receiving hugs from each one of them as they each emptied out the box, one by one. just like you made a point to start with spencer, you also made a point to end with penelope. she was your closest friend on the squad, and seeing her last meant ample gossip time in the privacy of her office.
after you’d gushed to her about every single last detail of your conversation with spencer, you saw a lightbulb appear above penelope’s head.
“oh!” she squealed, hands grabbing your wrist, “we’re all going out tonight, please come with us! i honestly think if you don’t make a move on him soon he’s going to explode,” you two giggled, but a knot was forming in the pit of your stomach.
“i don’t know, nelly,” you said, your turn to be shy now as your gaze focused on her hands in yours. “it’s been fun flirting with him, obviously, but what if that’s all he thinks this is? what if he wants nothing to do with me beyond that? i’d rather be stuck in this limbo with him forever than get rejected and not be able to talk to him.”
“oh hun,” penelope muttered, “i don’t think it’s humanly possible for him to reject you. spencer may be easily flustered, but the way he behaves when you’re around is completely unprecedented, even for him. he’s crazy about you, i promise.”
and with that, you found yourself squished between jj and penelope at the bar, eyes locked on the back of spencer’s head as he ordered something from the bar. all the girls there tonight knew of your mission to finally make a move toward spencer, thanks to penelope. their giddiness made you feel like you were in grade school again, but you would be lying if you said that, plus the free drinks you’ve been getting from the team tonight were instilling you with the exact same excitement.
you’d managed to squeeze your way over to the bar, standing next to him and resting your hand on the small of his back.
“hey spencer,” you said gently as he took a sip of his drink.
“hi! i didn’t know you were coming tonight,” he shot you that gorgeous smile and you were a goner. you knew in that moment that if you didn’t do something soon, you also might explode.
“yeah, penelope convinced me with the allure of free drinks. couldn’t say no,” you smiled, and you naturally stood taller after making him giggle.
a thick silence then fell over the two of you, the liquid courage you’d both been consuming that night along with the fact that you were no longer in a professional setting allowed the both of you to turn toward each other, inching closer ever so slightly.
“listen, spencer,” you said lowly, “i know- i know i flirt with you a lot, and i just wanted to say-” before you could finish, he cut you off.
“oh! oh no, you don’t- you don’t have to say anything, i get it. it’s just flirting and that’s fine, there’s no need for a formal rejection, don’t feel like you have to let me down easy or anything,” his rambling came out a bit slurred, and it dawned on you that you’d underestimated how much he had to drink so far.
your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped, and you wondered if you heard him correctly. he thought you were just flirting? he really thought that’s all this was this whole time? your thought process was interrupted by the sight of his back now facing you, walking back to the table of detectives. it was then you realized in your state of shock, you never said anything back to him. your stomach dropped and you wondered if it was biologically possible for your heart to literally break into a million pieces inside your chest. after all this time, you’d blown it with spencer reid.
penelope saw him walk back to the bar alone, and quickly clocked your expression from the other side of the bar. she shot you a quizzical look and you couldn’t bear to even think about what just happened. you simply turned, grabbed your bag, and walked out of the bar. you didn’t bother to say goodbye, too humiliated to go face the table with spencer there, but you knew they all cared about you too much to let you leave just like that.
as if she could read your mind, you heard the clicking of penelope’s heels approach you from behind, and you sighed. you slowly turned to face her, and her face softened seeing the mascara black tears that were now streaking down your face.
“oh honey, what happened?” she asked, taking your hands.
you shook your head, more tears falling at a rapid pace. “it’s just not going to happen, penelope. i’ll be okay, don’t worry about me,” you tried to downplay the situation as you saw your uber approaching, desperate to rid yourself of this night altogether.
“first of all, it’s not possible for me to not worry about you. second of all, would you like me to come home with you? i don’t mind, if you want some company,” penelope responded.
“no, that’s okay,” you shook your head, “thank you though. you’re the best, but i just kind of want to be alone right now,” you nearly whimpered, more tears falling off your jaw and hitting the ground.
“okay, i’ll let your brother know where you went. text me when you get home, okay?” penelope said as you went to get into the car.
“i will, thank you,” you gave her the biggest smile you could muster, which, albeit, was barely an uptick of your top lip.
you rested your head against the window and shut your eyes. after so much time, you genuinely had no idea where to start with getting over spencer reid.
needing a life changing enemies to lovers fic especially jude bellingham and spencer reid 😭😭
+ i love when the oc is a girlboss or famous likeeee