#𝖶𝖱𝒾𝖳𝖤𝖲 ♡

[blairenqs]

୨୧ CAUGHT IN THE ACT ✧ SPENCER REID

───── IN WHICH 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍 !

𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖿!spencer 𝓍 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 1.1𝖪 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ♡ ⎯⎯ 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝒾𝖵𝖤

LUNCH BREAKS AT THE BAU were a rare occurrence, and peaceful ones were practically nonexistent.

so when spencer quietly asked you to join him in his car for a moment of privacy, you couldn’t possibly say no.

the bullpen was loud, filled with agents and cases to be discussed, and even the break room wasn’t safe from the work chatter.

now you were here, sitting in the passenger seat of spencer’s old, slightly cluttered car. his bag sat in the back, along with a few scattered books and the faint smell of coffee lingered in the air.

he sat beside you, legs awkwardly angled in the tight space, his knee brushing yours every so often as he shifted around nervously.

“this feels risky,” spencer mumbled, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his cardigan. his voice was a whisper as his eyes scanned around the parking lot, looking for any signs of movement though it was highly unlikely anybody from your team would make their way to the parking lot.

“you think everything’s risky, spence.” you teased, leaning a little closer to him. the corners of your mouth quirked up as you added, “but that doesn’t mean you’re not enjoying it.” —READ MORE!

his lips parted to respond, but instead of words, a soft laugh escaped his mouth. “i am,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing that same endearing pink. “it’s just.. you know how the others are already suspecting of our relationship— especially morgan! if he even suspects anything, he’ll—”

“—never let it go,” you finished for him, grinning. “i know. but we’re fine, spence. no one’s looking for us.”

he hesitated, his hand moving near yours on the console. you took the initiative, gently wrapping your fingers around his.

his hand was warm, a little clammy from nerves, but it fit perfectly in yours. that small touch seemed to ground him, and his shoulders relaxed slightly as he turned to look at you.

the way he looked at you. soft, hesitant, like he was still in awe that this was real—made your heart warm.

slowly, you leaned closer, your hand brushing against his cheek to bring him forward. he didn’t resist, tilting his head just enough to meet you halfway.

when your lips finally met, it was as sweet and careful as ever, his kiss unhurried and slow, as if he were savoring every second.

his hand rested lightly on your thigh, the touch barely there, yet it sent a sharp shiver down your spine nonetheless—as spencers touch always did.

spencer kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, and in moments like this, it felt like you were—no cases, no crime scenes, just you and him.

the kiss deepened naturally, getting more heated by the second—his lips getting needier and searching against yours.

you could still feel the nervous energy of making out in such an exposed area in the way his fingers tightened slightly around yours, but you also felt the trust in the way he leaned into you, his body relaxing more with each passing second.

until you heard it.

a sharp knock on the driver’s side window.

you and spencer both flinched so hard that you bumped into each other, breaking the kiss with an awkward clash of foreheads.

spencer let out a startled, high pitched “ow!” while you turned toward the window, your heart pounding in your chest.

there he was, grinning like a dog who just found a tiny new toy, stood derek morgan. he leaned down slightly, his hands around his eyes to see better through the glass. “am i interrupting something?” he asked, his voice muffled but unmistakably smug and teasing.

spencer’s face went red, and you and him froze like a deer in headlights. for a few seconds, neither of you moved, the tension thick in the cramped car.

finally, with great reluctance, spencer reached over and pressed the button to roll the window down.

the glass slid down with an agonizing slowness, revealing morgan’s face in full, his grin practically glowing.

“well, well, well,” he said, folding his arms on the window ledge. “what do we have here? dr. reid and…” he turned his gaze to you, raising an eyebrow. “i should’ve known. you’ve been sneaking off an awful lot lately.”

spencer’s mouth opened and closed a few times, no words managing to escape. his cheeks were so red you thought he might combust on the spot. “morgan, i—this isn’t—we weren’t—”

morgan held up a hand, cutting him off. “save it, pretty boy. i don’t need the explanation. i saw what i saw.” he glanced between the two of you, his grin somehow growing wider. “and might i just say—wow. didn’t think you had it in you, kid.”

you couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing. it was nervous laughter—sure, but it broke the tension, and you leaned back in your seat, shaking your head.

“come on morgan, don’t you have something better to do than stalk the parking lot?”

“oh, this is better,” morgan shot back, his tone teasing. he straightened up, giving spencer a pointed look.

“you’re lucky it was me and not hotch who caught you two sneaking around. or worse—garcia. you know how she loves gossip.”

spencer groaned, burying his face in his hands. “please don’t tell garcia,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his hands.

morgan laughed, resting his hand on the car door. “relax, kid. your secret’s safe with me. for now.” he paused, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “but if you owe me a favor down the line, don’t be surprised if i cash it in, oh—make sure you kids don’t get too lost in the smooching, hotch was looking for you both earlier.”

with that, he turned and walked away, still chuckling to himself as he headed back toward the building.

you turned to spencer, who was still hiding behind his hands. “hey,” you said softly, nudging his knee with yours. “it’s okay. he’s just messing with us.”

spencer peeked at you through his fingers, his face still flushed. “this is exactly why i didn’t want anyone to find out,” he muttered.

you smiled, reaching over to gently pull his hands away from his face. “morgan isn’t going to tell anyone. and even if he does, who cares? they’re our friends. they’ll be happy for us.”

he looked at you for a long moment, his expression softening at your smile. “you’re too calm about this,” he said, his voice tinged with disbelief as he leaned his head into your shoulder.

“that’s because i know something you don’t,” you teased, leaning in closer.

“what’s that?”

“that no one could possibly tease you more than morgan just did,” you said, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

despite his anxiousness of the situation, spencer laughed, his shoulders finally relaxing. and even though the lunch break didn’t go as expected, at least the two of you wouldn’t have to hide away something so beautiful anymore—and that made it all the sweeter.

𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖲 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖣 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

© blairenqs 2025 do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

✧ 𝑓. FIRST FIC COMPLETED !! please feel free to leave any requests 🫶🫶 i love spencer so much shushdjdj

[blairenqs]

୨୧ NOT A LITTLE KID ✧ AARON HOTCHNER

───── IN WHICH 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖾 !

𝖻𝖿!𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝓍 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝟣.𝟨𝖪 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ♡ ⎯⎯ 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝒾𝖵𝖤

BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP with aaron hotchner wasn’t easy—especially when you worked under him at the bau.

balancing your personal and professional lives was already hard as it is, but the fact that you were significantly younger than him made things even more complicated.

you weren’t new to the team, but your age set you apart from hotch, making you feel like you had something to prove.

you were good at your job—your record spoke for itself, but you couldn’t shake off the insecurity that came with being treated as the “kid” of the team.

and then there was aaron. at home, he loved you tremendously, in ways you’d never imagined someone like him could. but at work.. it was different.

he wasn’t just protective of you—he was way too protective. he often sidelined you during the more dangerous parts of cases or paired you with someone else, as if he didn’t trust you to handle things on your own. —READ MORE!

you confronted him about it before, but aaron being aaron, always brushed it off with the same frustrating explanation, “i just want to keep you safe.”

you accepted that excuse for a while. you knew he loved you, and you wanted to believe that his intentions came from the right place.

but the doubts had started to creep in, and lately, they were getting harder and harder to ignore.

the latest case pushed you to your breaking point. it was one of the harder kinds of cases—an unsub moving from city to city, leaving a trail of death in his path. the team had been running on a little under three hours of sleep for days, barely resting as you chased lead after lead.

when it finally came time to catch the unsub, you’d been ready. you’d spent hours reading over the profile, mapping out the unsubs’ movements, and preparing for every possible outcome.

but when aaron pulled you aside before the team left, your stomach sank—already knowing what was coming.

“i need you to stay at the station and work with garcia,” he said, his tone firm and strict.

your heart dropped. “what? why?”

“because someone needs to handle communications,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “we can’t afford any possible slip ups.”

“aaron—you know garcia can handle that,” you said, your frustration growing bigger by the minute. “i’ve worked just as hard on this case as everyone else. i deserve to be out there.”

“it’s not about what you deserve,” he said, his voice softening slightly. “it’s about what’s best for the team.”

“don’t do this,” you said, lowering your voice so the others wouldn’t hear. “don’t sideline me again.”

his jaw clenched, and for a split second, you thought he might reconsider. but then he shook his head, his expression hardening. “this isn’t up for discussion. stay here.”

and with that, he walked off, leaving you standing there with your hands clenched into fists and your chest tight with frustration.

you wanted to listen. you really did—but as the minutes ticked by and the team moved in on the unsub, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you needed to be there.

so when the opportunity came, you made the decision to join them on field grounds.

the takedown was difficult but ultimately successful. the unsub was taken into custody without any casualties, but not before a few difficulties.

you stepped in to help morgan in a crucial moment, your quick thinking helping to trap the unsub before things could escalate.

but instead of feeling proud, you felt the weight of aaron’s anger the moment his eyes locked in with yours across the scene.

back at the station, you could basically cut the tension with a knife. everyone was on edge, knowing what was coming and you knew it was only a matter of time before aaron confronted you.

sure enough, as soon as the team regrouped, he called your name.

“can i speak to you for a moment?” he said, his tone short and terrifyingly serious.

you hesitantly followed him to a quieter corner of the station, well aware of the eyes that followed you. when he turned to face you, his expression was unreadable, but his voice was undoubtedly angry and sharp.

“what the hell were you thinking?” he snapped, keeping his voice quiet but firm. “i gave you a direct order, and you deliberately disobeyed me.”

“i was thinking i could help,” you said, struggling to keep your voice steady. “and i did help.”

“you put yourself and the team at risk,” he said, his jaw clenching. “this isn’t a game, and it’s not about proving a point. when i give you an order, i expect you to follow it. is that clear?”

your chest tightened, and you nodded stiffly, unable to meet his gaze. “crystal clear.”

the rest of the team was silent when you returned. you could feel their eyes on you, their pity as radiant as the tension in the air.

spencer gave you a sympathetic smile, which only made you feel worse.

the flight back to quantico was unbearable. you sat in the farthest corner of the jet, staring out of the window and doing your best to ignore the feeling of anger and humiliation in your chest.

morgan tried to comfort you, sitting across from you with his usual smile. “hey, don’t let him get to you, kid. you know how hotch is—he’s just worried about you.”

jj chimed in, her voice gentle. “he wouldn’t have reacted like that if he didn’t care.”

you forced a small smile but didn’t respond. their words didn’t help. this wasn’t just about aaron yelling at you—it was about everything.

it was about the way he treated you at work, like you couldn’t handle yourself. like you weren’t capable like the rest of your team. weren’t enough.

when aaron approached and tried to sit beside you, you turned your body away, instead moving your gaze on the window. he didn’t say anything, but you could feel the weight of his presence, his silence louder than words.

by the time the plane finally landed, you already decided not to ride home with him. jj offered you a ride, and you accepted it without hesitation, ignoring the way aaron’s eyes followed you as you walked away.

when you got to the apartment you shared with aaron, you dropped your bag by the door and sank onto the couch, the events of the day replaying over and over in your mind.

the sound of the door opening a little while later made your heart clench, yet you didn’t look up.

aaron’s footsteps were quiet and hesitant as he approached, stopping a few feet away. “can we talk?” he asked softly.

you didn’t respond, your silence speaking louder than words.

“i’m sorry,” he said after a moment. “for yelling at you. for making you feel—”

“it’s not just about the yelling,” you interrupted, finally looking up at him. your voice was quieter now, but the hurt in it was impossible to miss.

his brow furrowed, concern written into every line of his face. “then what is it, honey?”

“it’s the way you treat me at work,” you said, your throat tightening as the words came out. “like i’m some fragile child. like i can’t handle myself. you don’t treat spencer or anyone else that way.”

“that’s not what i think of you,” he said quickly, stepping closer.

“then why do you do it?” you asked, your voice trembling. “why do you act like i’m this reckless kid who constantly needs to be protected?”

he sighed, his shoulders slumping as he sat onto the coffee table in front of you.

“because i’m scared,” he admitted, his voice coming out as a whisper. “when i see you out there, i can’t separate who you are to me from the job. i know i should, and i know it’s not professional—but i can’t. and that’s not fair to you.”

your eyes searched his face, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his expression. “aaron, i need you to trust me. i need to know that you see me as capable, not as someone you need to protect all the time.”

“i do trust you,” he said, reaching out to lock your hands in his. “more than anyone. but i’ve been letting my fear get in the way of showing that, and i’m sorry—you’re just as qualified as anyone else on the team.”

his thumb caressing over your knuckles, his touch warm and grounding. “you’re not irresponsible. you’re not immature. you’re one of the strongest, smartest people i’ve ever met, and i’m lucky to have you—not just on the team, but in my life.”

your breath hitched, tears welling in your eyes. “i just don’t want you to regret being with me because of who i am. because of my age.”

his grip on your hands tightened, his gaze warm and unwavering as he cupped your face into his hands. “i don’t regret a single thing about us. and i never will.”

his lips met yours in a soft, gentle and grounding kiss, the kind of comfort that made you feel safe and seen in a way words never could.

“i’m so sorry honey,” he whispered against your lips.

“i know,” you whispered back, resting your forehead against his. “just.. don’t baby me, okay?”

he smiled, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “deal.”

as he pulled you into his arms, he teasingly mumbled, “for the record, disobeying me again isn’t how i’d recommend proving your point.” you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, rolling your eyes as you muttered, “noted, agent hotchner.”

𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖲 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖣 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

© blairenqs 2025 do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

✧ 𝑓. i miss hotch sm like bring him back now pls. also i’m considering transferring to forensic psychology.. idk if that’s smart or the dumbest decision ill ever make ☹️

[blairenqs]

୨୧ STILL YOURS ✧ SPENCER REID

───── IN WHICH you can’t handle spencers’ absence in your relationship anymore, bringing hidden feelings to the surface !

𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍-𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇!𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝓍 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝟣.𝟤𝖪 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 :( ♡ ⎯⎯ 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝒾𝖵𝖤

LATE NIGHTS WITH SPENCER had always been one your favourite things in the world.

before, they were a sanctuary—the time when the harsh world grew quiet, and spencer would finally relax.

you’d curl your body into his, his long arms wrapping around you as he read from whatever book he’d been immersed in that week, his voice soft and gentle.

sometimes he would hum under his breath, the melody low and off key, and you’d tease him, earning one of his soft laughs that you cherished so close to your heart.

but those nights felt like a distant memory now.

it has been weeks since spencer came home, and everything had changed. prison left its mark on him, now jagged edges where there had once been softness. —READ MORE!

he still looked like spencer—the same deep brown eyes, same nervousness when he felt out of place—but the spark that used to light him from within was gone.

and you didn’t know how to bring it back.

you tried—god, you tried so hard. you were patient when he flinched at the sound of loud voices, when his hands trembled as he reached for a glass of water.

you didn’t comment on the fact that he spent hours of his day staring out the window, his gaze unpresent, as if he were somewhere else entirely. you told yourself it would get better, that he just needed time.

but unfortunately, time wasn’t healing anything.

the worst part was how he wouldn’t let you touch him. you would reach for his hand, and he’d pull away, his movements were constantly on guard, almost panicked.

if you tried to kiss him, he would turn his face at the last second, leaving your lips to brush against his cheek or miss him entirely.

even lying beside him in bed, there was a brick wall between you—a void and so wide it felt impossible to cross.

tonight wasn’t any different.

you laid on your side, staring at his back—his breathing was slow and even, the rhythm that used to bring you to sleep.

but now, all it did was remind you how far away he felt, even when he was right there. you turned onto your back, staring at the ceiling. the ache in your chest was torturous, pressing down until it was hard to breathe.

you blinked rapidly, in attempt to will the tears away, but they came anyway, hot and bitter as they slipped down your cheeks.

you tried to stay quiet—spencer was finally asleep, and you didn’t want to wake him up. but the tears wouldn’t stop, and the sob building in your throat clawed its way out, a small, broken sound that you immediately regretted.

beside you, spencer stirred.

you instantly froze, squeezing your eyes shut as if it would undo the noise you’d made—the bed creaked as he turned toward you, and then his voice came, soft and raspy from his slumber.

“y/n?”

you didn’t answer, hoping he might think he imagined it, but his hand brushed your shoulder—hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if you’d let him touch you.

“are—are you crying?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

the question pained you. a fresh wave of tears spilled over, and you turned your face into the pillow, trying to smother the sound.

“y/n,” he said again, more insistent and panicked now. he sat up, his shadow falling over you as his hand came to rest on your arm. “my love—please talk to me.”

you shook your head, your breath hitching as you tried to pull away. “it’s nothing,” you whispered, though your voice betrayed you with its tremble. “just go back to sleep, spence.”

but spencer didn’t move. you felt him watching you, the weight of his gaze heavy and thick. then slowly, he laid back down, his hand sliding off your arm.

you thought he had given up, that he decided to let it go. but instead, his arms came around you, pulling you gently into his chest.

“talk to me,” he said again, his voice softer, almost pleading. “please.”

at first—you resisted, your body stiff and trembling in his hold. but then his hand started moving, his fingers tracing small, soothing patterns on your back, and the tenderness of it all broke through your defenses.

“i don’t know what to do anymore,” you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest. “you won’t talk to me. you won’t let me touch you. it’s like you’re not even here, spencer. and i don’t know how much longer i can—” your voice cracked, and the rest of the sentence dissolved into broken sobs.

spencer’s arms tightened around you, his breath hitching against your hair. “i’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with guilt. “i’m so sorry.”

“you keep saying that,” you said, pulling back just enough to look at him. “but it doesn’t change anything. i need to know—do you even love me anymore?”

the question seemed to shatter something in him completely. his face crumpled, and tears welled in his eyes as he stared at you, stricken by the words.

“of course i love you,” he said, his voice breaking. “i love you more than anything. i could never stop loving you even if i wanted to.”

“then why—” you shook your head, fresh tears glistening down your cheeks. “why do you keep pulling away? why won’t you let me in?”

he closed his eyes, a tear slipping down his face as he exhaled shakily. “because i’m scared,” he whispered, his voice lighter than a feather. “i don’t feel like me anymore. prison—it broke something in me. and i don’t want to drag you down with me.”

“spence…” you reached up, cupping his face gently in your hands. his skin was warm in your palms, and he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.

“you’re not dragging me down,” you said, your voice firm despite the pain in it. “you don’t have to go through this alone. let me help you. please.”

he let out a soft broken sound, his tears falling freely now. “i don’t know how to fix this,” he said as his voice was raw with emotion. “i feel so lost. so—so empty. and i hate that i’ve made you feel like you’re not enough, that you’re not loved, because you are. you’re everything to me, y/n.”

you pulled him close again, your arms wrapping around his neck as he buried his face in your shoulder.

his body shook against yours, the sobs he had been holding back for weeks finally broke free.

for a long time, neither of you said anything. you just held him, your fingers brushing through his hair as his tears soaked into your shirt.

slowly, his breathing evened out, and the tension in his body began to ease. “we’ll figure this out,” you said softly, your voice steady now. “i promise, one step at a time. together.”

he nodded, pulling back just enough to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “thank you,” he whispered, “for not giving up on me.”

“i would never give up on you,” you said, your hand resting over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your palm.

as you laid back down together, his arms still wrapped around you, the weight in your chest began to lift—for the first time in weeks, it felt like spencer was truly back home with you, not just beside you.

finally—for the first time in weeks, you both fell asleep feeling a little less broken.

𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖲 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖣 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

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✧ 𝑓. spencer deserved so much better like thinking about everything he went though makes me SO ANGRY !! T-T

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⌗ ﹙ 𝑓 ﹚──𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

꒰ 愛 ꒱ 𝗂𝖿 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋─── 𝗂’𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽 ♡ 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ! 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒．