Imma use this blog as my personal thoughts bc I have to get them out
You know you’re so deep down attached to someone that you shouldn’t be bc not only do they literally consume your brain every single second of the day you don’t even want to touch a drop of alcohol bc the only person you want to message is that person
but I’m in desperate need of a post prison Reid x reader where the whole time he was inside, he specifically told the team not to let you visit him as he didn’t want the inmates to see you and he didn’t want you to see him the way that he was
So much so that he asks them not even to tell you when he’s released
And then he turns up and your door to see you when he’s out 😭😭
no bc I just need to put this out into the universe
I’ve had a celeb crush for like a year but he’s lowkey not so much a ‘celeb’ anymore, not an A lister but a Z lister, yk?
ANYWAY, I’m convinced that if I do one of those TikTok’s that’s just of some drinks or something with the text ‘this and talking about how hot … is’ he’ll see if and we will fall in love lmao
Listen, call me delusional but I just know it’s gonna work but my TikTok is basically just Jonas brothers concert vlogs atm and I feel like imma need some drinks for courage to post it so I’m going on holiday this week and my plan is to do it then
Have some drinks from the all inclusive, make some videos/content about the holiday/outfits so my page isn’t just Joe Jonas (lmao) then imma post it
I’m TELLING YOU, he’s gonna see it and we will fall in love 🫶🏼
Obsessed with the idea of having drinks with Emily, Penelope and Tara and they’re grilling you on your sex life with Spencer, they’re all questioning about how vanilla he is and joking he always stops to tell you facts about the female orgasm and whilst you laugh you can’t help but think about the fact he had you tied to a bed a few hours before, calling him daddy and begging for him to let you cum
no bc I just need to put this out into the universe
I’ve had a celeb crush for like a year but he’s lowkey not so much a ‘celeb’ anymore, not an A lister but a Z lister, yk?
ANYWAY, I’m convinced that if I do one of those TikTok’s that’s just of some drinks or something with the text ‘this and talking about how hot … is’ he’ll see if and we will fall in love lmao
Listen, call me delusional but I just know it’s gonna work but my TikTok is basically just Jonas brothers concert vlogs atm and I feel like imma need some drinks for courage to post it so I’m going on holiday this week and my plan is to do it then
Have some drinks from the all inclusive, make some videos/content about the holiday/outfits so my page isn’t just Joe Jonas (lmao) then imma post it
I’m TELLING YOU, he’s gonna see it and we will fall in love 🫶🏼
no but what about Spencer x reader where you’ve had an argument about something stupid but you insist on sleeping on the sofa so you can both ‘cool down’
you spend hours trying to sleep but both of you struggle to sleep without the other tucked into their side so it feels pointless, but you refuse to take yourself up to bed and let him feel like he’s won
it feels like it should be nearly morning when you feel the spot next to you dip, followed by an arm being slung round your waist and a gentle nudge to have your head buried into the crook of a neck
you peel your eyes open, to see Spencer running his fingertips lightly along your arm as he leans his head on top of yours
‘We can go back to arguing in the morning but I can’t take another second without you next to me’
You scoffed to yourself, eyeing the phone you held in your hand, thumb hovering over his name on your chat list on whatsapp.
Almost daring yourself not to give into the desires you knew you craved and that he could so easily fulfil.
‘are you awake?’
You sounded like a foolish teenager, thinking that sounded better than the stereotypical ‘you up?’ at 3am text.
Spoiler alert, it didn’t .
You almost threw your phone on the ground, it landing face up beside you as your knees were instinctively bought to your chest in panic, regretting sending the text as soon as you pressed send.
Almost instantly, the screen lit up. You could see it from the corner of your eye, reluctant to look down.
You peered over your arm, wincing as you read the message through squinted eyes.
‘Of course, darling’
Your heart melted, your stomach flipped, your heart rate quickened.
You promised yourself you wouldn’t feel this way.
He told you not to fall for him.
Yet what did you do, oh yeah.
You fell absolutely head over heels, 100%, life consumingly in love with him. Good one.
Mere moments had passed, you hadn’t unlocked the phone as you sat and mustered a response.
He hardly gave you much to go from, did you completely out yourself and admit why you messaged him or did you play it off with a simple ‘cool’?
Your phone once again, lit up in your hand. Your eyes darting to the screen without a second thought or hesitation as you scanned the words on the screen.
‘any particular reason you wanted to know, pretty girl?’
Shit, even through a screen he had you backed against a virtual wall. Making the hunger for him to have you actually pushed up against a wall, ten times more intense.
‘just wondered if you wanted to come over, cant sleep ☹’
You laughed at the innocent sad face added to the end, feeling the complete opposite and knowing he would see through it.
The grey ticks turned to blue as soon as you sent the message, quickly exiting out of the chat as though you didn’t want to seem desperate.
Not like your phone was now stuck to your hand with your eyes not leaving the screen as you wait for his response.
‘Poor baby, not sure how I would be able to help though?’
You could practically see the smug grin on his face, arm folded behind his head to prop himself up against the headboard of the bed. Thumb dancing over the keypad as he probably typed out all the ways in which he could help, before deleting them as if nothing happened.
‘oh no!’
You yet again, sarcastically added the exclamation. Clearly having too much fun with the situation yourself now.
‘guess I will just have to try someone else’
Ordinarily you wouldn’t have sent such a text, you didn’t have anyone else you could ask, you weren’t one of those girls who had the ‘lucky’ bunch stored in your phone who you could text at early hours of the morning to come over.
Even if you did, you wouldn’t want anyone else. Just him.
You wanted to see how far you could push him, knowing the way his eyes would’ve darkened with reading the message.
Probably reading it a few times to ensure he read it right, phone clutched in his hand, bringing it up to his pursed lips in frustration.
It took a significantly less amount of time to yet again see ‘typing’, flash up next to his name on the chat. Your heart rate though the roof as you hear your phone chime.
‘baby you are funny, we both know you wouldn’t dare’
You sat on his response for a minute or two, letting him sweat as he could see you’d read the message.
‘goodnight sweet cheeks’
You were proud of yourself for your blunt response, even if he didn’t reply, you’d sure be obscenely offended but you wouldn’t be shocked.
If he had sent you a message even close to that, the phone probably would’ve been launched across the room and loud groan that could’ve been heard from down the corridor of your apartment building.
The grey ticks, stayed grey for what felt like an eternity. In fact, you stared at the screen for 4 solid minutes, waiting.
You huffed, regretting your text. Had you ruined it? Took it too far?
He could be an annoying prick sometimes and knew exactly how to push your buttons, especially when it came to making you jealous but in all honestly you couldn’t imagine him sending you a message like the one you had sent.
The room was silent, you took yourself over to the mirror as if you needed to take a long hard look at yourself, but in actual fact you just chuckled. Grow up.
You needed to test him, needed to see how he felt. If he wanted you, he would.
Simple as that.
If you were going to keep falling for him, the least you could do was find out if you were both kind of on the same page, even the same book would be good.
You continued to stare in the mirror as you got ready for bed, accepting your defeat and pondering on how you’ll deal with such rejection on a clear mind in the morning.
Scraping your hair into a ponytail, you saw your phone light up on the bed. Seeing his name flash at the top of the screen with the green and red ‘accept’, ‘decline’ buttons staring you in the face.
You froze.
He knew you hated phone calls, especially when he hadn’t told you he was going to call. Prick.
Your thumb hit the accept button before your brain could scream at you to let it go to voicemail, holding the phone to your ear to hear that raspy voice you so desperately craved.
‘I’m outside, little one. You gonna come and let me in or should I try buzzing someone else?’
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