"Am I in the frame from your point of view?" -Chappell Roan

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You really can't say half the things you do when you think of Spencer Reid. Okay, that sounds bad. Ahem. Yeah, no, there's no way to make that sound better. Here's what you can say: when you apply lipstick, you picture how it would look smeared on his lips. When you get dressed for work, you picture his eyes raking up and down your body when you walk into the office. When you get undressed... well, you know.

You're hopelessly in love with your coworker, who also happens to be your best friend. Some of your thoughts about him may be less than innocent, but you fall asleep dreaming of a beautiful relationship with him, too. One night, when you can't sleep, and you just want to hear his voice (yes, you just heard it a couple hours ago at work... so what?), you decide to call him.

Spencer

Spencer is hopelessly in love with you. Some of his thoughts about you may be less than innocent, but he falls asleep dreaming of a beautiful relationship with you, too.

One night, Spencer is in bed, unable to sleep as thoughts of you race through his head. He scrolls through pictures of the two of you in his phone while he fantasizes about you. Um, not in that way... okay, maybe a little. Suddenly, his phone starts ringing, and it's you. He drops his phone in his lap like it burned him. His first panicked thought is that you somehow know what he's thinking about you right now, which he knows is totally irrational, but he can't help the nervous twinge in his voice when he picks up the phone and clears his throat awkwardly before saying, "Hey."