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not getting any likes on something that took months to write is so devastating, it might not be good because of all the mental blocks it took for me to right it but not a single soul has even liked it

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the 30th| spencer reid

spencer reid x bau!fem!reader warnings: angst ig? heartbreak, mention of a breakup, fluff, y/n is mentioned!!! navigation | cm masterlist | alt ending to youre losing me word count: 1976 words

Spencer sat with his hands clasped together, laying on his knees as he waited for the nurse to come out with news that you were okay. Better, even.

When you arrived to the hospital you were in critical condition and was put in for emergency surgery. The doctors didn't have high hopes for you and neither did Spencer, truth be told.

Spencer looked up as he heard the surgical doors swing open and one of the nurses came out, an unreadable expression on her face. Spencer quickly stood up, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants and ran all the possibilities in his head.

"Dr. Reid?" The nurse said, looking at the tall brunette man. "The surgery was a success." A small smile was on her face and Spencer felt an even bigger one go on his.

"She-she's alive?" He asked.

The nurse nodded her head. "She is alive but unfortunately, she is in a coma due to injuries sustained in the accident. We'll know more once she wakes up."

Spencer swallowed thickly, his throat feeling like it was going to close in. "Can I see her?"

The nurse nodded and led him to your hospital room where you laid flat on your back, wrapped in a thin cotton blanket with an oxygen mask over your face. Spencer brought a hand to cover his mouth as he looked at your state, the beeping of the machine grounding him.

He moved over by your side and grabbed your hand. It was cold but not as nearly as cold as it would've been had you died. You were alive.

Two weeks passed and you had finally start to wake up.

You groaned as your eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lights that hung above you. You didn't know where you were or how you got there. Your arms and legs felt tingly as you tried to move them. You lifted your hand and saw all the wires and tubes plugging into it and your eyebrows furrowed. "What...?" Your voice surprised you--it was all scratchy and hoarse.

You moved your head to the other side of the room and saw that your door was open into a hallway with more lights. Looking up, you saw a button next to your head and could barley make out the words. CALL NURSE.

You lifted your right arm and winced at the pins and needles feeling. It felt so heavy. You weakly pressed the button and a few minutes later a nurse arrived in your room.

"Miss Y/L/N?" She said, poking her head into the room. She saw that you were awake and quickly made her way to your bedside, bringing the stethoscope from around her neck to her ears and your chest. "My name is Nurse Lee. Do you know where you are?"

You sighed, the scent of bleach and ammonia flooding your nostrils. "A... a hospital." Your voice was still raspy. You needed something to drink to quench your thirst.

The nurse smiled. "Very good. I'm going to get the doctor, okay?" You nodded your head, your eyes felt heavy so you closed them.

sometimes, you look the same, just like you did before the accident

You looked around the apartment, noticing how some of the paint is chipped (specifically near the corners where you and Spencer accidentally would scrape the furniture against the walls when you decided to redo the layout). You saw the leather couch and the dark green armchair in front of a wide double window. Sunlight.

Sunlight means happy things, waking up from a coma is a happy thing. It's been a couple weeks since you've woken up. The doctors kept you at the hospital to observe you and had called your emergency contact, who happened to be the same contact that was at the hospital the night of your accident (so you were told)--Spencer Reid.

"You can sit down." Spencer said, his voice scaring you a little bit as you hadn't notice him come back into the room.

"Oh, right." You said, making your way to the couch. Your skin brushed the brown leather and you felt the softness of a wool blanket behind you. You turn around and grab it off the back of the couch, bringing it over your legs. The fabric felt nice, homey.

when you're staring into space... it's hard to believe you don't remember it

You and Spencer were browsing the aisles of the furniture store. You had already bought (basically) everything you need but you insisted that you needed blankets and pillows to make the rooms of your shared apartment more homey.

"What about this one?" Spencer asked as the both of you looked for throw blankets.

You glanced over at the one he was holding. "I don't like the color."

"The color?" Spencer asked.

"It's too... beige."

"It's brown." He said plainly.

You looked at him, a sympathetic expression on your face. "Spencer, honey, we already have a brown couch, we can't have a brown blanket to go over the couch."

Spencer's face screwed up in confusion. "Says who?"

"Me." You smirked, laughing at the look on his face afterwards. You trifled through the blanket selections before holding out a mustard-y color blanket. "Hm?"

Spencer looked over at the one you held out. "We don't live in a hot dog, Y/N. A blanket shouldn't be that color."

"It's a nice color. Plus it's made from polyester."

"Did you know that polyester is a major contributor to microplastics and the destruction of the environment. It takes two hundred years for it to decompose which is bad considering how much the environment is already suffering from oils being dumped into oceans and plastics being the causer of sea turtle deaths." Spencer said, grabbing a green blanket.

"Oh." You said, putting the blanket down and heading over towards Spencer. You looked at the green blanket he was holding. “Do you like that one?”

“Yeah.” Spencer said, letting you feel the blanket. “Wool is one of the oldest fabric materials and has been used to make clothes since the Stone Age. It helps reduce odor, it’s biodegradable, and renewable.”

“Sounds perfect to me, Spence.” You smiled at him, both of you touching the green wool blanket.

but i told you, even then you looked so pretty in a hospital bed

Spencer ran into the hospital where you were. He ran to the front desk. “Y/N Y/L/N?”

The nurse at the desk pointed him in the direction of your room and he sprinted down the hallway. He got to your room and looked at your form. You were awake! You were poking at the red jello like it was some foreign object and Spencer almost laughed out loud at how much you seemed like yourself. He thought you to be the prettiest person alive, even poking at red jello.

"Y/N." Spencer breathed out. You looked up, startled by his presence and you cocked your head. Spencer took a step forward. "I.. you're alive!"

You continued to stare at the tall brunette with your eyebrows furrowed. "I-Im sorry but... do I know you?"

you pieced it all together on the drive

You looked up once you saw the man approach you to give you a mug. "Thank you...?"

"Spencer." He filled in for you. "It's tea, by the way. Chamomile."

You gave a tight-lipped smile and took a sip of the tea, relishing in the warmth it provided. "I like chamomile tea." You said. The doctors had told you that you had suffered memory loss and couldn't remember the last few years of your life. You couldn't remember the last few years where you've known Spencer.

"The doctors said that if you're around what's foreign and what you're used to, your memory might come back faster. You told me that you've always liked chamomile tea and I thought it would be familiar to you." Spencer rambled.

"It-it is." You smiled. "Thank you, Spencer."

and i know you don't remember calling me

Hours had passed after you drank the chamomile tea that you always had loved, and now you were feeling tired. Spencer had excused himself earlier because something came up with a case and you decided to get some rest. You rested your head on the arm rest of the couch and pulled the green blanket over you.

When Spencer came back, he didn’t see you until he saw your clothed feet peeking out from on top of the other arm rest. He smiled softly and went to go fashion himself a glass of water but stopped as he heard you mumble.

“Spencer.” You mumbled faintly. If the apartment hadn’t been as quiet as it was, he wouldn’t have heard it. He slowly turned around and crept towards you, wondering if you were truly calling his name. “Spencer.” You whispered again, your brows furrowing.

He was a foot away from the bed and saw your form. He thought you looked beautiful tucked into the blanket with your hair sprawled out but your face held an expression he could mistake for discomfort.

Your hands twitched and he quickly grabbed them. “I-I’m here.” He murmured. Your hands slowly stopped twitching and he used his free hand to smooth over your eyebrows, causing them to relax. “I’m here.”

You woke up sometime later, Spencer was reading a book on the arm chair, a glass of water beside him. “Hey,” you heard a voice and looked over at Spencer, his brown doe eyes staring into yours. “you’re awake.”

You gave a small smile. “Yeah, that tea knocked me out.”

“That’s good.” He said, a small smile gracing his lips as he stared at you. “Um, it’s good to sleep, I mean.” He stammered before looking back at the nonsense of words on his book pages. “It’s good to sleep after being in a coma, especially since you can’t remember because sleep is actually apart of the… the recovery process.” He blinked wildly, his hands fidgeting with the corners of the yellowed pages. “Speaking of, do you.. uh, do you remember what you were dreaming of?”

You just blinked at him, the information he was spouting was a lot for your sleep-addled brain. “Uhm, no, no I don’t remember.”

Spencer’s eyes almost seemed to be disappointed at the news that you didn’t remember calling him out but you couldn’t tell. “Oh.”

what if it happened to you on a different day?

Months had passed by now and your memory was coming back in bits and pieces. Moments of you and Spencer’s shared life—of your happy life—would come back. Like moving in together, watching his favorite Russian films, and talking about authors. But a lingering question kept you up at night when you would be lying in his bed: what if it happened to you on a different day?

Spencer has been really polite and sleeping on the couch, letting you dream and overthink. What if the car had gone over a bridge where there wasn’t a rail in the way instead of an intersection? Or what if you turned down a street going over the speed limit and there were kids playing? Or over the side of a mountain through snow or rain? What if Spencer was with you and he lost his life? What if you had kids and they were in the backseat?

What if you had driven so far that no one would know where you are and you died? But maybe… maybe if you’d been happier, this wouldn’t have happened. Of course, you can’t remember not being happy with Spencer yet.

The feeling of your heartbeat going a mile a minute while feeling encompassed by the sheets was erratic. You’re alive, you’re alive, you’re alive.

Being alive is all that matters now. In due time, you will heal and be normal with Spencer.

In due time.

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visiting hours | spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: angst, you take maeve's place, stalker, spencer witnessing your death, spencer grieving, the bau not knowing what to do, second person pov, suicide mention/action (spencer wanting to sacrifice himself for you, diane pulling the trigger to her head), 8x12 episode navigation | cm masterlist word count: 421 words inspired by visiting hours by ed sheeran

i wish that heaven had visiting hours

There was a plan. The plan was to trick Diane into thinking that Spencer was in love with her and not you. It was perfect. Diane had fell for it... until she didn't.

You and Spencer lived together for a majority of your relationship. You worked in the science department to a local university and Spencer had done a lecture there--that's how you met.

"I just want her to see one more thing." Diane spoke before grabbing Spencer's face with one hand, the other still on her revolver. She forced Spencer's lips with hers. Spencer kissed her back (regrettably) and you knew he did it to save you. But then Diane pulled back abruptly, "Liar! Liar!" She screamed.

In her midst of yelling, she had pulled the trigger, letting one of the brass bullets fly somewhere with a bang. You heard the distant yellings of SWAT and the BAU as they flooded the stairways, making their way closer to where you three were.

"Stay back! Stay back!" Spencer yelled to the backup. "Diane, there is still a way out of this." Spencer spoke gently, trying to get Diane to lower her gun, which she had aimed at your temple in retaliation.

and i would ask them if i could take you home

"You never wanted me!" Diane yelled. "Never! You lied!"

Spencer could feel his hazel eyes start to well up with tears as his subconscious knew what the outcome may be. "I didn't. Diane, I offered you a deal and you can still take it. Me for her--let me take her place." Spencer's eyes darted between you and the dark brunette.

Diane faltered. "You would do that?"

"Yes."

"You would kill yourself for her?"

"Yes."

"Thomas Merton." You squeaked out, making yourself known to Diane and Spencer (again).

"Who's Thomas Merton?" Diane asked, a questioning look on her face.

"He knows... he knows." You murmured.

"Who's Thomas Merton?" Diane asked again, more accusatory. "Who is he?"

"He's the one thing you can never take from us." You whispered. This was your last goodbye, the last words you would ever say to anyone. Diane let out a tear as she brought the revolver from your head to hers and pulled the trigger.

You saw Spencer lurch forward to stop her but he was too late as your vision went black. The bullet had gone from Diane's head to yours, killing you both.

"Wait!"

but i know what they'd say, that it's for the best

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satisfied | spencer reid

spencer reid x bau!jareau!reader navigation | cm masterlist warnings: angst, jj-spencer-reader trio, y/n mentioned! based off of hamilton, reader is never going to be satisfied, jeid wedding, spencer literally never talks to reader? what? entirely jj/reader angst and conversations, idk where im going w this tbh word count: 1175 words

Everyone was gathered at Rossi’s for the special wedding of a certain resident genius and communications liaison-turned-profiler, Jennifer Jareau.

They were all stood on the patio. “All right, let’s give it up for the maid of honor, yeah?” Luke said, raising his glass to you, JJ’s little sister.

You were apart of the BAU, following in your sisters footsteps. While she started as the liaison, you were always a profiler.

You smiled and stared at Spencer and your sister. “A toast to the groom!” You raised your glass. “A toast to the bride.” Everyone was raising their glass of champagne as JJ stared at Spencer and you lovingly. You couldn’t help but feel a pang in your gut.

“From your sister….” You continued. “who is always by your side.” You leaned into Penelope’s side. “To your union.”

“To the pawn shop!” Penelope chimed.

Everyone chuckled. It was because of the pawn shop that JJ confessed her feelings for Spencer and he said he reciprocated them. Now you’re here.

“May you always be satisfied.” You finished, taking a sip of your champagne. Everyone cheered and took a sip of your respective drinks. You couldn’t help but smile sadly. You have always loved Spencer but he loved your sister.

rewind, rewind, rewind

You remembered the day you met Spencer Reid. It was after you had just organized your desk, which was right next to his.

“Who is this?” You heard. You looked up and found a dark man leaning against the desk in front of yours.

You smiled. “Hi, I’m Y/N Jareau.” You said, moving to the side of your desk, sticking your hand out.

“Morgan. Derek Morgan.” He said, shaking your hand while maintaining eye contact.

“Another victim?” A brunette says as you sit back down at your desk. She looked at Derek with her eyes raised as she sat at the desk next to his. She looked at you. “I’m sorry for him, he can’t seem to take a hint that some people just don’t want to be bothered. I’m Elle.”

“Y/N Jareau.” You smiled. "You guys worked the case for the Footpath Killer, right?"

"Yeah we did, why?" Elle says, leaning back in her chair.

"Well why did he stutter? I read up on the case because it was the most recent one you guys have done but no where does it say why he stuttered."

Derek sighed. "We've all asked Gideon but he just won't say."

"He wants us to figure it out." A new voice said. You turned around and saw a man around your age, perhaps a year older. He looked up and saw you. "Uh, Doctor Spencer Reid."

You smiled as he took the desk next you. "Y/N Jareau."

Elle's eyes darted between the two of you. She was a profile and never missed a beat on anything, especially how Spencer started to rub his hands nervously against his slacks like they [his hands] were sweaty all of a sudden. "I'm up for a challenge."

"Good, because these go to you." You heard a familiar voice ring out. You stopped looking at the shy brunette in front of you and turned to your blonde sister, who was placing files on Elle's desk. "Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, JJ if you'd like." She smiled.

"Jareau?" Elle questioned, shaking JJ's hand.

"My sister." You said, looking at her adoringly.

i have never been satisfied

It's been eight years since you and your sister met the BAU and you wouldn't change any of it for the world. Your sister was crashing with you at your apartment because her and Will were going through a divorce.

"Y/N?" She asked as you also spoke her name. You both laughed. "I need to tell you something."

"I also need to tell you something." You said with a small smile on your face.

"On three?" She asked. When you both were younger, you would speak what you wanted to talk about at the same time if you both wanted to tell each other something at the same time.

1...

2...

3...!

"I think I'm in--" You started to speak but your sister was faster.

"I think I like Spencer."

Oh.

"He's just so cute and smart." JJ gushed. "He's got me helpless and I've never felt this way about anyone besides Will and I think it's time to move on from him. I'll still have Henry and I'll always love Will in someplace in my heart but I think the rest of it is meant for Spencer." She rambled.

Oh.

"Anyways, what were you going to say?"

You struggled to find words as you shook your head. "I forgot."

if i tell her that i love him she'd be silently resigned

"JJ... there's something I need to tell you." You said as you approached her. It was Rossi's fourth wedding to his third wife and you noticed the longing glances between Spencer and your sister. But only Penelope noticed your glances towards Spencer.

"Yeah?" She asked.

You wondered if this would change your entire relationship between you and your sister. Would she spill to Spencer? Would Spencer hate you? Would she hate you?

"It's really important." You whispered.

She pulled you by your elbow into a secluded corner. "What's wrong?" She said, concern etching itself into her forehead.

"I... I'm in love with Spencer." JJ's face fell.

"What?" Her tone was one of the betrayed sister but she had no reason to feel betrayed, right? You met him first and you were going to tell her that you were in love with him seven years ago so in reality, she betrayed you...? Her hands left your arms and she backed up into the wall, the smallest step told you everything you needed to know. "How long have you loved him?"

"Since... ever, I guess? I was going to tell you but then you told me that you loved him before I could even get the words out and now with the whole pawn shop ordeal I..." You trailed off.

JJ's eyes widened. "Y/N, I told you that seven years ago... you've loved him for at least that?"

"Yeah." You sighed.

"What is it, Y/N?" You snapped out of your daydream, seeing JJ's hand wave in front of your face. "You zoned out, are you okay?"

You decided then and there that telling her, would be a terrible idea and you would never be satisfied no matter what. "I... Roz's birthday is soon and mom wanted to know if we wanted to go back to Pennsylvania to spend the weekend."

"I'll... talk to mom about it." She breathed out.

"Okay." You gave a slight smile before turning and walking away to the open bar. You needed a drink.

at least my dear eliza's his wife; at least i keep his eyes in my life

After taking a sip from your champagne flute, your eyes met with Spencer's hazel ones and you knew then and there that he will never be satisfied, or more importantly: you will never be satisfied.

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guys please please please make more unsub!reader. i am lowkey tired of seeing unsub!spencer like i just need unsub!reader (or maybe even both) but unsub!spencer is getting old

unsub!reader & spencer reid are my fav fics 🙏

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you're losing me | spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: angst, breaking up w spencer, i hate myself clearly, depressed!reader, insecure!reader, heartbroken!spencer, hateful!reader, suicidal tendancies (?) aka suislide, knowing youre unfit to drive but still driving, not caring anymore, yn is mentioned but less than a handful of times navigation | cm masterlist | alt ending word count: 1099 words inspired by you're losing me by taylor swift

You sat on the dark green armchair in the corner, watching Spencer's reaction as he sat on the couch.

"I... I don't understand." He murmured. He stared at the coffee table that separated the two of you.

"I know you don't." You said calmly, almost like you weren't bothered. Spencer looked up at you, his hazel eyes watered and he looked absolutely heartbroken.

we thought a cure would come through in time, now i fear it won't

"It's better this way, Spencer." You said, trying to get him to see things your way. Your tone was still calm but your hands were picking at each other, a sign of anxiousness--a habit you picked up as a kid.

"Better this way? Y/N, I-I thought we were getting better..!" He stammered, searching through the files of his mind to see where he went wrong, where he messed up.

But he didn't mess up.

remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Sunlight peered through the room. Sunlight. The sun usually means happy things, like birthday parties, or college acceptance letters, not break ups.

Break ups are reserved for storm clouds and thunder. That's what you contemplate while sitting in the corner in the dark. You don't break up with someone during the day, you do it during a storm so you can have a passionate "don't leave me" kiss while getting drenched to the bone.

do i throw out everything we built or keep it?

"We end up back where we started. We always do, Spencer." You said. You had contemplated staying with him but it wasn't working. You were trying to be happy--happy for Spencer. But no matter how hard you tried or how hard you thought about Spencer, you just weren't happy anymore. You were getting tired, rising from the metaphorical ashes and mending all of your emotional gashes.

you might just have dealt the final blow

"No, no this time...." Spencer trailed off, mouth parting. "It was working, we were working!" His heartbroken gaze pierced through you and you couldn't help but feel like you were making a mistake of a lifetime.

"Stop." You whispered, breaking your gaze away from his. "You're losing me, Spencer."

Several beats of silence passed between you two before Spencer whispered the unfathomable words: "Why?"

Your breath hitched as you paused, trying to find the reasons why you were doing what you were doing.

"I woke up angry every morning, Spencer. I was angry at the world, my parents.., you." You scoffed. "I mean, how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?"

Spencer stayed silent at the rhetorical question, focusing on his hands instead.

You continued. "I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick. My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick."

"You were that unhappy?" Spencer asked.

"Unhappy? Spencer, I was miserable!" You exclaimed. "My pain was always such an imposition, wasn't it?"

Spencer's eyebrows furrowed. "An imposition? Y/N, what? No matter what happened or happens, I will always be by your side."

You shook your head. "No, no, Spencer. I am sick! I am not okay and you can't see that! I can't be with you anymore. I can't..." You hiccupped at tears started falling down your face. You shook your head as you looked at your feet. "I can't. I just can't anymore!"

You got up quicker than Spencer could register and ran past him on the couch towards the door. You grabbed your keys and ran. You ran down the hallway, tears clouding your sight. You needed to get out of there--out of here. Leave. Leave. Leave.

and you know what they all say: you don't know what you got until it's gone

Spencer stood up from the couch and turned to face the door but you were already gone and so were your keys. Spencer had let stray tears fall down his face. He knew something was going on but he figured you would tell him. But you bottled it up, you've always had. Spencer recounted the moments in his head, replaying your hurtful words.

"Stop." You whispered, breaking your gaze away from his. "You're losing me, Spencer."

how long could we be a sad song

Just drive. You had to drive. You need to get out of there--have to. You ran down the flight of stairs that led to Spencer's apartment, your hand ghosting down the old wooden banister. You stormed out of the entrance, feeling a headache emerge at the sudden light caused by the beautiful day outside.

You clicked your keys, listening for the faint beep of your car. You ran towards your car and swung open the drivers side of the door. You knew you weren't fit to drive, not in this state. But the thing was, you didn't care.

You reversed out of the parking space and zoomed out of the parking lot knowing that Spencer could be watching you from his thin windows or even chasing after you but you didn't care. You weren't happy anymore and that was more important.

You were going well over the speed limit, you knew that. You drove to the apartment millions of times to know what the speed limit was but you didn't care.

Even if it meant what the phone call Spencer Reid would get only ten minutes after you left his apartment.

'til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

Spencer sat with his hands clasped together, laying on his knees as he waited for the doctor to come out with news that you were okay. Better, even.

When you arrived to the hospital you were in critical condition and was put in for emergency surgery. The doctors didn't have high hopes for you and neither did Spencer, truth be told.

Spencer looked up as he heard the surgical doors swing open and your doctor came out. But despite Spencer's optimistic thinking, the doctor looked solemn. Spencer quickly stood up.

Before the doctor could get a word out, the world Spencer had built, had fallen. The world you and Spencer had built was gone.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Dr. Reid."

Spencer collapsed on his knees in the waiting room. It was probably unethical to be so emotional in a hospital waiting room but he wasn't at work nor was he on the job and if anyone had a problem with him expressing his heartbroken-ness for his exgirlfriend, they can go to hell.

i can't find a pulse; my heart won't start anymore

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teen wolf

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derek hale

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criminal minds

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last kiss | spencer reid

spencer reid x bau!fem!reader warnings: angst ig? heartbreak, mention of a breakup, fluff, y/n is mentioned!!! navigation | cm masterlist word count: 1052 words inspired by last kiss by taylor swift

i love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

You and Spencer were walking down the streets of D.C.. It was a cold night and you were returning back to your shared apartment from a Russian Film Festival that he always craved about.

"I loved the accuracy from the film! All the characters were played very well, except for Svidrigailov. I don't think Dostoevsky wanted him to be portrayed as sympathetic as he was played. He wasn't as nearly as gallant in the book--" Spencer looked at you and saw you shiver. "Y/N are you cold?"

Looking over at your humble boyfriend, you saw the worry in his eyes and quickly shook your head. "It's like sixty degrees out, Spence. I'm not cold." But despite your reassurances, your body betrayed you as goosebumps were very apparent on your arms and you involuntarily shivered.

"Here." Spencer said, shaking off his coat and handing it to you. You shook your head but Spencer only held it out more until you begrudgingly took it, slipping it over your shoulders, letting the warmth from Spencer engulf your being.

"Thanks." You said softly, your cheeks pinkening slightly. Spencer gave a tight lipped smile, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Despite the fact that you two were already dating, butterflies still erupted in your stomach every time Spencer was around you.

how you'd kiss me when i was in the middle of saying something

The first time Spencer kissed you was memorable for both of you, especially Spencer considering he has an eidetic memory.

"Do you ever think that if we weren't in the FBI, we wouldn't have to go through things like this?" You said, sitting on Spencer's hospital bed as he laid upright with a large bandage on his neck. He had gotten shot in the neck during a shootout with an Unsub and almost died if it weren't for Alex, who was next to him and got him to cover and aided him.

"Y/N..." He said but you cut him off, rambling.

"You got hit in the neck, Spence! A stupid bullet proof vest doesn't cover the neck! It barely does anything to the torso, I mean, Derek has welts for days--days!"

"Y/N--"

"No, you need to listen! You're smart enough to get an amazing job somewhere like CalTech or MIT, hell, even Harvard! You can't spread your knowledge if you're dead, Spence. I--" But that time it had been Spencer who had cut you off. He silenced you by bringing his hands up to cup your face and lean in.

You were taken completely by surprise as Spencer's lips molded to yours like puzzle pieces. Closing your eyes, you leant into his grip as he pulled away.

Spencer wouldn't meet your eyes--couldn't. He had a furious blush dusting his cheeks as he noticed the different fibers in the cotton blanket wrapped around his legs.

"Spence..." You said, lips parting in shock at the fact that your sweet, loveable, goofy, geeky best friend just kissed you!

But he took your shock for something else. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.." He said shyly.

You had no words and only brought your lips to his. This time, he was taken aback but came to his senses and kissed you back.

there's not a day i don't miss those rude interruptions

and i'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes

Now you sat on your bathroom floor, leaning against the wall in one of Spencer's old CalTech shirts. Your eyes were red and cheeks were puffy and tear-stained. You sat, thinking about the memories that you and Spencer shared, some in that very bathroom... your bedroom... kitchen... on sidewalks and watching Doctor Who movies (that you didn't quite understand) on the couch.

A ding from your cellphone lifted you from your daydream. It was Penelope.

your name, forever the name on my lips

You wanted to say his name. You wanted to be able to sit next to him on the jet and listen to him ramble about Dante or the Bronte sisters but you couldn't, not like how you used to.

You wanted to be able to lean against his desk and talk about profiles and try to figure out who was behind what, but you couldn't. Not anymore. You couldn't even look at the new arrangement of photos on his desk. He had a new life to look at now that you weren't there. Sometimes, you would occasionally pass his desk and see his life in pictures, remembering when you would watch him sleep and see how peaceful he looked. Now another girl will be able to do that.

He has another girl to recreate your memories. You wonder if he's forgotten you already.

and i'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are

and i hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day

Spencer got up early today. He was supposed to meet Max at the park so they could talk. Too bad it was such a beautiful day for such a sad topic of conversation.

and something reminds you: you wish you had stayed

He glanced around his room. When you and Spencer first moved in together, it was in your apartment and he had rented his out. It felt strange to him, living with someone else in an unfamiliar place but he settled into it. Now, he had to settle back into being alone. You weren't there in his bed, snuggling into his side, groaning about how early it was. You weren't there to listen to him rant about the inaccuracies to several Sci-Fi shows. You weren't there.

But Max was.

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born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

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call it what you want | young!derek hale

young!derek hale x stilinski!fem!oc warnings: weird things are happening, cringe, read if you dare, alex being ridiculous but has a date?? navigation | tw masterlist | 1 ; 2 ; 3

"You guys would not believe who I just asked on a date." Alex said as he strolled into Study Hall, sitting on top of the desk in front of Novalie as she was working on her Chemistry homework. Alan was on the desk next to her, trying to catch goldfish with his mouth.

"Who?" Nova asked, eyes trained on the periodic table.

"Courtney Hayes." Alex said, smirking.

Alan—with a goldfish midair—immediately looked wide eyed at Alexander. Meanwhile, Novalie looked up confused.

"No fucking way! Seriously? Courtney? Little miss 'I could never like you'?" Alex said, mimcking Courtney's voice. Nova was clearly missing something.

"I'm sorry, who's Courtney?" Her brows were furrowed as her brown eyes darted between the boys.

"You don't know Courtney? I've only talked about her nonstop this entire year." Alexander said, mouth agape.

Nova put her pencil down and looked at Alexander with pursed lips. "Hate to break it to you, Alex, but I don't listen to a word you say." Alex put a hand over his heart in mock offense.

Alan sighed, "It's the brunette that always rejects him."

"The one who works at the deli?" Nova questioned, to which Alan nodded. "Oh! Yeah, I like her. She always rejects you and it's funny." Nova recalled.

"Ha ha." Alex scowled.

"So where are you guys going?" Alan asked, turning towards Alex.

With a big smile on his face, Alex said: "I don't know."

Alan's smile dropped. "What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I-I mean we didn't talk about it...?" Alex said.

"Oh my god." Nova groaned at the realization that the boy in front of her was as dumb as a box of rocks.

Alan put a hand on Alexander's shoulder. "I never thought this day would come where these words would come out of my mouth..."

"You've dreamed of this day." Novalie interrupted, going back to her Chemistry homework.

Ignoring her, Alan continued. "But you are an idiot and I cannot believe that I am friends with you." He said most sincerely.

As the boys bickered back and forth over how smart Alex was and how Alan was wrong, Novalie had enough. She couldn't focus with this blabber.

She quietly gathered her stuff, putting away her Chemistry binder and notes. "I'm leaving, my neighbor needs me to babysit her daughter anyway. Have fun bickering."

As she made her way to leave, Alex called out: "Schools not over!"

In response, Nova just waved her hand in the air, not bothering to look back at the insolent creatures that she calls her friends.

[tudorscrown]

call it what you want | young!derek hale

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After English was Theater with Ms. Hanifysei, then History with Mr. Banditt. Then there was lunch, Novalies favorite time of day.

She was sitting with Alexander Grave and Alan Deaton. Alex is like her brother, but they aren't blood. That doesn't mean that they are any less of family.

"Do you think you can make that shot from here?" Alex said.

"I know I can. They don't call me The Baller for nothing." Alan said, grabbing his trash and going to shoot it in the garbage can from his seat.

"They don't call you that." Nova said.

"Not yet." He said. He took the shot.

"He shoots... and he... misses! Landed right on the table of the infamous Hales!" Alexander narrated. Of course it did. It had to land in the hands of the Hales. Why did they even have the same lunch as them?

"Five dollars that he won't go and get it." Novalie said to Alex.

"You're on."

AT THE HALE TABLE

"Who the fuck threw this?" Laura said as she used a spork to move the trash further away from her.

"I don't know, don't push it near me." Derek said as he moved further away from the mess of napkins in a tray.

"Oh please, you'll heal." Laura said.

Derek made a face at her. Then, they felt someone approaching them.

Alan approached their table. "Sorry, meant for the trash can."

Laura sneered at him. "Then take it back to your table."

Alan snickered. "Why hello there. I'm Alan and you must be Laura. i've heard about you, your family and everything in between."

WITH NOVA AND ALEX

"I can't believe he's actually over there right now." Novalie said as she watched Alan talk to the stoic Laura Hale.

"Please, he's been crushing on her for ages. It's about time he's talked to her." Alex said, picking at his mac and cheese.

Novalie whipped her head around. "What?"

Alex looked up. "You didn't know? As long as I've known him, he's liked Laura."

They looked back at Alan and saw him freezing up as Laura kept coming up with witty comebacks.

"And now he's drowning." Alexander said as he started to get up.

"What are you doing?" Nova said.

"Throwing him a life saver." He said in a 'duh' tone.

Nova sighed and followed him.

"...yeah I mean, you remind me of autocorrect, I can't live without it." Alan winked.

Nova stood to the left of Alan, next to where Derek was seated.

"Sorry about him, he's a little... yeah." Novalie said as she looked from Laura to Derek. Though, she made a face of disgust at Derek.

She grabbed Alan's arm and led him back to their previous table where Alex was sat eating gummies.

"I thought you were going to throw him a life saver?" Nova said as she sat down.

"Hey! I didn't need saving!"

Alex looked from her to Alan. "Life saver?" He was referring to the candy he was eating.

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call it what you want | young!derek hale

young!derek hale x stilinski!fem!oc warnings: weird things are happening, cringe, read if you dare navigation | tw masterlist | 1 ; 3 ; 4

Novalie barely slept that night. Her head scanning thoughts that seemed impossible. 'How could one guy move so fast? I barely turned around for a minute.'

When seven am stroke, she finally got up and ready for school. She put on a black crop top and dark green cargo pants. She grabbed her bag that held her unfinished homework and went downstairs to greet her dad and little brother.

"Hey, dad! Hey, Mischief!" She said upon arrival.

Her little brother groaned in response, it being way too early for her to be happy. Noah Stilinski smiled at his only daughter in response.

"I'm going to school, Stiles, want a ride?" She said the last part for her little brother who hated taking the bus. He always said the bus was for loosers and admired his sisters car that once belonged to their mom once upon a time.

Stiles jumped up, suddenly awake. "Hell yes!"

Their dads eyebrows shot up. "Stiles! No swearing!" He scolded. "And Nova? Make sure he sits in the back seat, okay?"

Nova grabbed her car keys and with her back turned, gave him a thumbs up even though everyone and their mom knew that Stiles was never going to sit in the back seat when his sister was driving.

They pulled up to the elementary school where Stiles and his best friend, Scott McCall, go to and Novalie parked.

"Okay, mischief. This is where we part." She faced him in her seat.

"I don't wanna go to school, Nova." He whined.

"Too bad." She scanned the parking lot. "Hey isn't that the girl you like?"

Stiles' head snapped up and immediately found the 9 year old girl with green eyes and strawberry blonde hair.

Novalie smiled at him. "Okay, so go say hi or whatever 9 year olds do. Dads picking you up and I'm going to school."

With a nod of his head, Stiles leapt out of the jeep and made his way to his classroom, after staring at Lydia Martin (his obsession) for 5 minutes.

Nova arrived at Beacon Hills High School, the place of her torture. As she parked her beat up jeep into a parking space, she heard a thud on her car door. She stopped her car as it was fully in the space and opened the door to find the one and only, Derek Hale.

She rolled her eyes as he stood near the headlights, staring at her.

"What do you want, Hale?" She said as she grabbed her bag.

"What were you doing there?" He said. His voice was demanding, almost cold.

"Doing where?" Novalie shut her car door and started to walk between the parked cars and to the front of the school.

"You know where." He said as he followed her.

"I followed my dad, okay? He's a deputy, he gets all sorts of interesting shit."

Derek grabbed her arm and spun her around. "You better not go there again."

Novalie ripped her arm out of his iron grip. "Easy on the hands there, Hale. And besides, why would I. It's an infestation for all things weird. No wonder you live there." With that, she turned on her heel and made her way to English. She hates English.