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tudorscrown · 3 months ago
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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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tudorscrown · 3 months ago
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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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tudorscrown · 3 months ago
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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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tudorscrown · 3 months ago
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tudorscrown · 3 months ago
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tudorscrown · 3 months ago
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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 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
IF YOU ARE THINKING ABOUT SU!C!DE, PLEASE CALL THE HOTLINE NUMBER! ITS OPEN 24 HRS
988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline
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tudorscrown · 3 months ago
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yeah.. bad..
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tudorscrown · 3 months ago
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teen wolf
【 navigation | ♕ angst ♘ fluff | requests: open ~ closed 】
derek hale
call it what you want (series) ♕♘
stiles stilinski
nothing yet :(
isaac lahey
nothing yet :(
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tudorscrown · 3 months ago
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criminal minds
【 navigation | ♕ angst ♘ fluff | requests: open ~ closed 】
spencer reid
last kiss ♘♕
you're losing me ♕
the 30th ♕♘ (alt ending)
satisfied ♕
visiting hours ♕
aaron hotchner
don’t blame me
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tudorscrown · 3 months ago
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NAVIGATION
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all about me:
im bella or bells
im a huge fan of basically everything and anything i watch so there will be a (sort of?) variety on what fics i write. my current celebrity crush is matthew gray gubler
she/her
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visiting hours | spencer reid
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tvdu legacy challenge
thats it!!
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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.
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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
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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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tudorscrown · 4 months ago
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born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him
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tudorscrown · 7 months ago
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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.
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tudorscrown · 8 months ago
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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, alan deaton has rizz? alex being ridiculous navigation | tw masterlist | 1 ; 2 ; 4
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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tudorscrown · 8 months ago
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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.
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tudorscrown · 8 months ago
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call it what you want | young!derek hale
young!derek hale x stilinski!fem!oc warnings: murder? sneaking out, kind of cringe, read if you dare navigation | tw masterlist | 2 ; 3 ; 4
Novalie Stilinski was in her 1980 CJ5 Jeep, listening in on the codes that other deputies were sending out, hoping for something exciting.
"Code 503..." The voice filtered out before Novalie switched to a different channel. Vehicle theft is not exciting.
"Code 187, all deputies available please head towards the Hale House. I repeat, a 187 as taken place." However, a murder is very exciting. The fact that it's at the prestigious Hale House makes it even better.
Novalie started the ignition and headed towards the Hale House, taking back roads so the police—more importantly, her dad—won't see her.
Parking her jeep on the outskirts of the woods, she got out and started to walk in the direction of the house.
Hearing more police chatter, she knew she was headed the right way. Nearing closer to the house, a flashlight shined close to her. Too close for comfort, so she immediately dove behind a bush, dropping to the ground.
The deputy holding the flashlight suddenly moved it towards her, if he didn't see her, he was bound to now.
Not moving, her eyes scanned—well tried to scan—through the twigs and leaves of the bush and she couldn't really make out his figure. He was about to take a step forward before her dads voice rang out.
"Griffin! Over here." The deputy was called away and Novalie let out a shaky breath. Now alone, she stood up and continued walking the perimeter very quietly, watching where she stepped.
That was until a hand clamped down on her shoulder, making her scream as she whipped around to find Derek Hale.
Derek Hale and Novalie were in the same grade and even shared Chemistry together. The class not the...well, yeah.
His hand clamped down on her mouth. "What are you doing here, Stilinski?"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, there's been a murder here, Hale. I'm simply investigating."
"You're 17." He deadpanned.
"16." She corrected.
He shook his head. "That's even worse."
"Well, I just—" But then a light shines upon her. Turning around slowly to see who shined the bright flashlight, she was met with the face of her dad. "Hey, dad."
"Nova..." He sighed. "What are you doing here?"
"We were just," she turned to face where Derek was only to find no one there. "talking..."
"Have you been listening in on the radio again? I told you not to do that."
"I mean, not the boring ones." He gave her a pointed look. "Sorry, dad."
"Do we need to have a talk about invasion of privacy?"
"...No."
"Go home."
"Absolutely." Novalie then turned around and marched back towards her jeep. Twigs snapping under her feet as she went further into the woods, wondering where the hell Derek Hale went and how.
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tudorscrown · 9 months ago
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TVDU Legacy Challenge
PACKS:
Get Famous
Vampires
Realm of Magic
Werewolves
Gen 1: Elena Gilbert
must have at least 2 partners before meeting spouse
must be an orphan
must have a sibling (brother thats a teen/child or a sister thats a toddler)
must meet spouse as a teen
OPTIONAL: turned into a vampire
TRAITS:
Good
Family-Oriented
Ambitious
ASPIRATION:
Soulmate 'The One'
Gen 2: Caroline Forbes
must have gone on 4 failed dates with 4 sims
must be friends with spouse before getting involved romantically
must have a set of twin daughters (not identical)
spouse must die shortly after the wedding
OPTIONAL: turned into a vampire
TRAITS:
Jealous
Self-Absorbed (or Outgoing)
Perfectionist
ASPIRATION:
Big Happy Family
Gen 3: Vicki Donovan
must cheat on partner with a friend's sibling
must be involved in criminal activity/get detention a lot
be a C or less student
OPTIONAL: turned into a vampire
TRAITS:
Slob
Loner
Kleptomanic
ASPIRATION:
Public Enemy
Gen 4: Esther Mikaelson
must have at least 7 kids
youngest kid has to die as a child (or younger)
oldest child must be taken away/kidnapped as a toddler
spouse must hate 1 of the kids
must cheat on your spouse at least 1 time
must turn into a witch
TRAITS:
Ambitious
Family-Oriented
Snob
ASPIRATION:
Vampire Family
Gen 5: Rebekah Mikaelson
spouse must be a sim that the heir had a failed relationship with as a teen but they reconnected and married as adults
must be turned into a vampire
does not have a good relationship with parents
keeps in contact with 2 siblings
must have several failed relationships before marrying spouse
TRAITS:
Jealous
Romantic
Family-Oriented
ASPIRATION:
Serial Romantic
Gen 6: Niklaus Mikaelson
must have the Artisitic Prodigy aspiration as a child
must max out Creative and Painting skill
must have a child with a fling (not a partner/spouse)
must die when their child is a teen
must be a vampire or a werewolf
TRAITS:
Art Lover
Loner
Self-Assured
ASPIRATION:
Painter Extraordinaire
Gen 7: Katherine Pierce
must be identical or look eerily similar to GEN ONE
must have dated brothers
must have a daughter with a random sim but then abandoned her
must be hated by 5 sims
OPTIONAL: turned into a vampire
TRAITS:
Ambitious
Snob
Noncommital
ASPIRATION:
Villainous Valentine
Gen 8: Bonnie Bennett
must be a witch
must have 2 BFFs
must be friends with a sim that the heir previously hated
must reconnect with mother as a young adult (aka find her and become acquaintances)
must dislike 3 sims
TRAITS:
Good
Self-Assured
Outgoing
ASPIRATION:
Spellcraft & Sorcery
Gen 9: Hayley Marshall
must marry a sim that the heir does not love fully
must love another sim
must have a child with a sim that is neither the spouse nor the lover
must be a werewolf
must die when child is a teen
TRAITS:
Loves Outdoors
Family-Oriented
Cheerful
ASPIRATION:
Lone Wolf
Gen 10: Hope Mikaelson
must be friends with sims previously hated
must be popular
must make good grades in every school that the sim attends (Elementary, High School, University, etc.)
must have the Artisitic Prodigy aspiration as a child
must max out Creative and Painting skill
OPTIONAL: turned into a vampire
TRAITS:
Gloomy
Loner
Art Lover
ASPIRATION:
Friend of the World
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