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oneshotnewbie · 1 year

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In love with my best friend - Spencer Hastings x Reader

Authors note: This short story is not related to a request but is something I came up with that I couldn't get out of my head. Maybe you like it anyway! 🙈

Summary: There is one unspoken rule between best friends; never fall in love with them. But like most rules, this was made to be broken. You fell in love with Spencer and as luck would have it, she was dating Toby. But when you confess your love for her, everything turns out differently than you thought.

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Spencer Hastings was undoubtedly your best friend. Not that you had many friends, although there were plenty of people you got along with, you trusted nobody as much like Spencer. You had no siblings but a sister could hardly have been closer to you- you knew that.

It was odd. After all, you did only known each other a few years, but you assumed that time played less of a role in friendship than the experiences shared. And fighting side by side against a common enemy was certainly something that could bond two young girls together.

Yes, Spencer Hasting was a great woman; smart, kindhearted, brave, super loyal and absolutely reliable. And that is exactly what started growing butterflies in your stomach. However, there was one flaw that let you know you will never get to call her your girlfriend- when she could not stop babbling about her boyfriend.

"Oh, come on, Y/n!" she wailed in a tone that made you want to squeeze your hands into fists and dig your fingernails into your skin. Just a little, it would hardly hurt. "Do you not want to know what he got me for our anniversary?"

"No, I do not want to" you hissed as you dropped the fork with a clatter into the bowl.

Spencer seemed taken aback for a moment, but then her face lit up and she waved the necklace in front of your face again while you stared grimly at the piece of tomato that jumped out of the bowl. "Ha! You are only saying that because you do not know how great he is!"

Then your patience, which is quite thin by nature, snapped. "Damn it, Spencer!" you lifted your eyes to your best friend, who had moved intrusively close to you. The brunette was not exactly known for keeping a distance of discretion. "I do not care how great your fucking Toby is, okay?"

She slowly slipped her hands off the chain around her neck and the wide grin faded from her face as if the harshness you displayed tonight had wiped it away. However, she did not seem offended. On the contrary, she seemed extremely worried. "What is going on, shorty?"

"Nothing is wrong," with shaky fingers, you tried to lift the mushy tomato between your nails and shove it into the sink. "Just because I do not want to take a closer look at that gold chain around your neck that you bother me with all the time does not mean something is wrong"

Inside, you were despairing. You would most likely to want her to yell at you. Would love to hear her say how bad of a person you were, not enjoying their happiness. Maybe then you would feel less like a monster than you already did.

"There must be a reason for my best friend´s grumpy face though. You are never usually like that"

This almost made you laugh out loud. You were in the midst of a terrible war of emotions and feelings that were raging inside of you. Love and hate were close together and fought flawlessly in your soul for the rightness of them. On one hand, you were happy that the brunette had found someone who loved her with all her faults and flaws. However, you had hoped that you were the one who could offer all of those things to her.

You sighed deeply and got up to dump your dinner into the trash; your appetite was completely gone. Spencer´s face changed from a deep confusion to a frighteningly serious one that sent a chill down your spine. "It is about Toby, is it not?" In your stance, you flinched slightly and did not let a word escape your mouth, but she instantly knew that her guess was correct. "Ever since I told you it was serious between the two of us, you seemed completely lost in thought and distanced"

You still retreated in silence, but your hands were shaking so much that you dropped the empty bowl into the sink. And the youngest Hastings had noticed that too. Quickly, she jumped out of her chair and put her arm comfortingly around your shoulders while you clutched the marble, knuckles already turning white.

"I love you.." you began to speak in a low voice, looking down at your fingers scraping the stainless steel. Emily had previously advised you to stay away from the subject and try to shut off your feelings. She had warned you urgently, yet you had ignored every word and walked into a circular saw with open arms.

And worst of all, you did probably jeopardized the friendship with your stupid revelation.

"I did not mean to develop feelings for you but I did not stop them the first time I felt it and-" Spencer could clearly hear the uncertainty in your restless voice and stopped you to catch your breath. She pulled you closer and if you did not know her better, you would have assumes that she would want to kill you for ruining her relationship with the boy she fell in love with. "You have to stop,"

"With what?"

"Wanting to explain yourself," she paused for a moment, biting her lip as the front of her body gently pressed against your back and her head hovered over your shoulder. A clearing of her throat escaped her before she continued to speak. "Y/n, look at me"

You turned your face to her and saw a strange sight, two adult friends standing close together, one pulling the other into a tight and loving embrace. You, aware of how close Spencer was to you and how your heart started pounding violently in your chest, could not help but smile. "If Toby would see us like this.."

The older one seemed confused for a moment, then laughed out loud until her body shook with yours. Gently, she wrapped both arms tightly around your body and her face moved dangerously close to yours, your lips almost meeting. "I do not care"

With a mixture of curiosity and nervousness, you looked into her large and brown eyes, the color of which had darkened and was almost unrecognizable through the enlarged pupils staring at you.

"May I..?" Her gaze dropped to your lips with the warmest, friendliest smile you had ever seen and you nodded as your heart started leaping with excitement in your chest. As her soft lips brushed yours and kissed them gently, you felt the almost unnatural warmth that spread through every single fiber of your body.

As Spencer unintentionally pulled away from you, there was silence for a long moment before she began to whisper barely audible. "I have been waiting for this moment for so long, I did not think it would ever happen" her lips slammed back onto yours, slowly kissing their way down to your chin and shoulder before nibbling at the tender skin of your neck.

The sensation you felt overwhelmed your senses, letting you moan briefly before you laid your head back and thus allowed her to dive further with rough bites. Your hands settled on her hips, gently pulling her closer to you. They roamed her whole body until they caught on the buttons of her expensive blouse, that you were feverishly trying to open.

Spencer and you were so busy with each other, that you did not realized you were being watched from the patio door.

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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( @jessmarianoswife order! )

I SHIP YOU WITH ... jason dilaurentis

𓆩♡𓆪

A/N!

well, looks like you have an excellent

type. i too consider myself somewhat

of a jess mariano lover (i post 30

million fanfics about him). i decided

that you and jason would be cute together

(he is my other loverboy). hope you

enjoy <3 @jessmarianoswife

TROPE!

friends to lovers, best friends

brother

HOW YOU MET!

you've always known jason through

your best friend alison (or rather one

of your best friends). it wasn't that

uncommon for the two of you to butt

heads. considering she tended to

make every situation about herself

and try and tell you how it is. after

a fight with her in her bedroom about

how she didn't like your top, you

went outside.

your typical route home began through

her backyard since your house was just

down the street. that was until you saw

her older brother, jason, sitting on the

porch. there was an unopened beer

bottle by his thigh and his head hung

low, in sadness. you were going to dart

but before you could, you stepped on a

creaky floorboard. catching the blonde's

attention. "who- oh, hi y/n." you glanced

at the beer bottle, a weird look coming

on your face as you stepped infront of

him, to catch a good glimpse.

you knew about his problem. he'd been

in rehab a year back, and ali had been

very persistent to bitch about all his

drinking buddies. "jason, you probably

shouldn't." you muttered which made

him scoff with a glare. "doesn't concern

you, does it?" it didn't take long for you

to turn on your heel and head for the steps.

he jumped up and reached for your arm,

"look... i'm sorry. i didn't mean it.

can we start over?"

WHAT KIND OF BF IS HE!

+ very sweet. he's kind of awkward at

first but it doesn't take long for him to

be a little tougher...

+ your friends took some convincing

when they saw you emerge from his

car in the morning. he was always ali's

older brother to them. nothing more,

nothing less. but to you he was so much

more.

+ very jealous guy, but not possessive

+ he doesn't really know how to be

with your family, not like he's had much

practice

+ jason is the best comforting guy EVER.

he won't hesitate to throw you in his arms

and tell you it's okay. which seems annoying

because, it's not always going to be okay.

BUTTTT he's there, and that's what matters.

+ he'll do anything to get your family

to like him. mow your yard? done. go

help your mom with grocery bags?

he's there! take your brother to a

hockey game? he has tickets ready to go.

+ he's just the best.

#teddypickerry #i ship you with #jason dilaurentis x reader #jason dilaurentis #pretty little liars fic #hanna marin x reader #aria montgomery x reader #spencer hastings x reader #emily fields x reader

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nocakesformissedith · 7 months

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The red means “I love you!” Tasting your blood means “I love you!”

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peteypiessuperfamily · 4 months

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I woke up from a dream and was possessed to ask if anyone has read a fic where a teacher at Midtown is making passes/is in a "relationship" (im using that word lightly) with Peter or someone his age that he knows about and its eating him up inside so he breaks down and tells Tony and Tony is rightfully pissed and takes matters into his own hands (either through the school or through his gauntlets i dont care) because i want to read a fic like that so bad i just dont know how to look for it or if I have to write it myself

#ill roll up my sleeves and get to work if I have to #i havent read this myself btw i just wanna know if a fic like that exists #can you tell ive been watching pretty little liars #ive been watching pretty little liars #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #iron dad #protective tony stark #anti student x teacher #just wanna make that clear everyone #iron man #spiderman #spider man #ao3 #fanfic #do I tag this as stony target audience??#or is that cheating

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constellation-crackships · 7 months

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( true love is finding your soulmate in your best friend )

i can’t risk losing you because i know if i lost you i lost my world i will never breath again because you are the only one in life who understand me at my worst. you are the only one who can feel every emotion of my heart and you are the one who can listen to every single thing that my heart wants to say but can’t find words to say. you are the one who can love with me perfectly even with my mood swings whether they are terrible or amazing. i know you will always bere there for me no matter what happens in our life and you are the only on in this whole messeup world who can take care of my heart and my soul. you mean the universe to me and no matter what i write for you, it’s absolutely impossible to explain what i have in my heart for you and how my soul feels connected to you every single moment of my life. you are my best friend, you are my blues buster and you are my one and only soul mate. today even while i am writing this i am falling in love with you all over again and i am falling deeper and deeper in love with you with each passing second. when i say i can’t live without you, i truly mean each word and you have to believe me. you are the air i breathe and i can’t risk losing you at any cost because if i ever lost you there will be not beats in my heart. i love you more than you will ever know...

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yesimwriting · 9 months

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me pulling a 2010s teen drama TV show and having 2009393282 events happen in the span of 2-3 months with the world’s messiest timeline that doesn’t feel physically possible while writing final girl for the sake of plot

#looking at you pretty little liars #final girl fic #i do what i want #scream x reader #final girl fic might be longgg bc there's so much i want to happen before act 3

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arisushanti · 7 months

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YES, i have watched hour long video essays about this specific piece of media

NO, i have not consumed said piece of media

YES, i will be able to break down the entire plot, character arcs, and history of its production for you

NO, i still refuse to consume it and you will have to hold me at gunpoint to do it

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year

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Easy love

Ashley Marin x Male Reader

Request - Would you like to write a Male Reader who is a forensic blood spatter analyst who works for the Rosewood Police Department. He is married to Ashley Marin, and is Hanna Marin's stepfather. In his spare time, he is a vigilante serial killer who targets other murderers who have evaded the justice system.

Y/n woke up early and started to get ready for work. When he went downstairs, he greeted his wife Ashley but she didn't let him kiss her. Now, he is confused about what is going on but Hanna knows why.

“Something wrong?” Y/n asked her.

“Nothing is wrong. I will buy coffee on my way to work” Ashley said.

She walked away and Hanna continues to eat her breakfast.

“Why she is mad?” Y/n asked.

“Wow. Y/n, you forgot your wedding anniversary and it was yesterday” Hanna said.

Y/n started to think and he finally remember now.

“I was busy with work and I forgot. Damn. Now, I have to make it up to her” Y/n said.

“Mom, want this pair of earrings and they are expensive. I will text you the picture of the earrings” Hanna said.

“Thanks, Hanna. Do you need a ride to school?” Y/n asked.

“No. Spencer will pick me up in a few minutes” Hanna said.

“Okay,” Y/n said.

Y/n did forget about the wedding anniversary. But he wasn't at work, but he knew that Ashley and Hanna would believe the lie that he was working late. He lives by the code that he was taught by his adoptive father, only kill who deserves it. He is afraid that if Ashley finds out then she won't love him. Last night, Y/n killed a rapist who got off easily. That made him angry and he had to do something about it.

“Hi. Hanna ready to go?” Spencer asked.

“Hey, Spencer,” Y/n said.

“Okay, I'm leaving now. And don't mess up mom’s gift” Hanna said.

“I won't mess it up,” Y/n said.

Hanna and Spencer left together, and now he starts to think about what to do so Ashley can forgive him.

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Y/n’s job called and he had to go drive to the crime scene. He grabbed the camera and start to take pictures of the blood splatter. He noticed a new blood splatter and he starts to take pictures. He starts to imagine how the blood splatter got there.

“I’m going to the lab to figure out how it all happened,” Y/n said.

“Y/n, call me when you got something. I have a feeling it's the same person” Linda Tanner said.

“Sure, no problem,” Y/n said.

Y/n left the crime scene and drove straight to the lab. Before he started to work, he called his wife and she picked up the call.

“Why did you call me?” Ashley asked.

“It’s lunch your break. Just making sure you ate something. And I am sorry I forgot our wedding anniversary. I promise to make it up to you” Y/n said.

“I’m going to get lunch. I'm still mad at you, I cooked dinner now it's in the fridge” Ashley said.

“I still feel bad. But I will make it up to you. I called to apologize and I'm glad you answered my call” Y/n said.

“Y/n, you should get back to work,” Ashley said.

“I will. I love you” Y/n said.

“I love you too, Y/n,” Ashley said.

Both of them hang up the call. Y/n starts to look at the pictures and starts to figure out what happened in the scene. He looked around and everyone is busy, he starts to search the address for his next victim. He quickly wrote down the address and the license plate.

Later, Y/n starts to do the report and told Linda about the blood splatter. Linda starts to talk about the other similar crime scenes.

Much later, Y/n walked by Linda’s office and she called him in.

“Y/n, can you look at these crime photos and tell me do you think it's the same killer?” Linda said.

“Where is the blood splatter?” Y/n asked.

“That's the problem, I don't know. I assume the killer killed them and then dump their bodies somewhere else. This killer has been killing criminals that we arrested. And the mayor wants me to figure out who did it” Linda said.

“In my opinion, nobody will miss them. They are just criminals” Y/n said.

“I know they were horrible people. But I don't need a vigilante taking the law into their own hands then everyone thinks it's okay to do whatever they want” Linda said.

“Do you have a lead?” Y/n asked.

“No, and that's the problem. Look, I need fresh eyes so I want you to look at the clues and tell me what I missed” Linda said.

“Okay, I will see what I can do,” Y/n said.

“Good,” Linda said.

It's good that she doesn't have lead. Now, I need to come up with a lie to throw her off my lead...

Y/n thought to himself and he left her office. He went to his office and he starts to look at the pictures very carefully.

✬ ✯ ✯ ✫

Ashley comes downstairs and Y/n starts to smile.

“Wow, Ashley you look so beautiful” Y/n smiled.

“Thank you. And you look very handsome” Ashley said.

She gave him a peck on the lips.

“It's still gross when parents kiss in front of their kid,” Hanna said.

“And where are you going?” Ashley asked.

“I’m going to sleep over at Spencer’s house with my friends,” Hanna said.

“Okay. Do you need a ride?” Ashley asked.

“Yeah, I need a ride,” Hanna said.

“Let’s go,” Y/n said.

He opened the car door for Hanna and Ashley. He starts to drive to Spencer’s house then he drives to an expensive restaurant in Rosewood.

At the restaurant, Y/n pulled out her chair, and she sits down. Then he sits down, she smiled at him.

“I do forgive you that you forgot our wedding anniversary,” Ashley said.

“That’s good to know. What happened last night, I heard you arguing over the phone” Y/n said.

“I was arguing with Tom. We were discussing Hanna’s college tuition and other stuff. Tom won't help me pay for Hanna’s college and I got angry” Ashley said.

“I will help you pay for her education. Whatever university she choices, I will help you to pay for it. Don't worry about it” Y/n said.

“Y/n thank you. I'm so happy that I am married to you” Ashley smiled.

“I’m happy to call you my wife,” Y/n said.

She leans in and she kissed him on the lips. They start to order dinner and talk about something else. Then Y/n takes out a small box and gives it to her and she opened the box.

“Y/n, how did you know I wanted these earrings” Ashley smiled.

“It's a secret and I can't tell you,” Y/n said then he winked.

The food arrived and they start to eat it. Y/n’s phone got an alert and he starts to read it.

“Is it your job?” Ashley asked.

“It's nothing,” Y/n said.

“Good. I thought they called you to come in so they can stop the vigilante. That is killing all the criminals” Ashley said.

“What do you think about the vigilante?” Y/n asked.

“Some criminals deserve what happens to them. Then everyone wants to take the law into their hands and will create even more chaos. But I do think the vigilante should be stopped” Ashley said.

“Oh okay. Yeah, everyone has different opinions about the vigilante” Y/n said.

I wonder if she would stay with me if she knew the truth...

Y/n thought to himself. A bit later, Y/n and Ashley start to slow dance together. She can't stop smiling at him, she gave him a peck on the lips.

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Y/n is at work on the computer, he is searching for a car of his next prey. Y/n found out that the criminal has two cars, and now he is trying to figure out what his plan will be to capture the criminal. Then he noticed Ashley walking into the room, he closed the tabs and smiled at her.

“Hey, love” Y/n said.

“Hey, sweetie. I wanted to surprise you and take you out for lunch” Ashley smiled.

“Y-yeah sounds great,” Y/n said.

They leave the police station and head to a restaurant. She started to talk about her day then she asked how is work going for him.

✬ ✯ ✯ ✫

Y/n takes out the knife from the criminal’s chest. He has blood all over his black shirt, he can feel the blood on his skin. He is breaking hard

“Now you won't but anyone else,” Y/n said to the dead body.

His cell phone starts to ring and it's Ashley. She called to remind him that he has to pick her up at work. He lied about working late again, now he has to hurry to get rid of the body. Y/n starts to cut the body into pieces.

Y/n does his killings in abandoned storage buildings. After cutting the body, he takes off his clothes threw them in the trash can, and lights it on fire. He watched the clothes burn then he the body into garbage bags, and he starts to get dressed. Y/n starts to drive around and throw the garbage bags in different parts of the city. Then Y/n starts to drive fast to pick up Ashley.

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Y/n arrived home late and he has a cut on his cheek. Ashley started to panic and she starts to ask many questions.

“Y/n, what happened!?” Ashley asked.

He has to lie and can't tell her that he just killed an abusive woman.

“Oh, I got it at work. Someone tried to steal my wallet but I got a cut on my face instead. I didn't call you, because I didn't want you to panic” Y/n said.

She smacked his arm.

“What was that for?” Y/n asked.

“You should have still called me. The good thing is you don't need stitches” Ashley said.

“I’m sorry I didn't call,” Y/n said.

She gave him a peck on the lips.

“Just be careful next time. I go to a self-defense class, maybe come with me next time” Ashley said.

“Maybe,” Y/n said.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and she starts to kiss him.

#pll imagine #x male reader #male!reader #ashley marin #Ashley Marin imagine #Ashley Marin x reader #Ashley Marin x male reader #Ashley Marin x y/n #Ashley Marin x you #pretty little liars imagine

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Marvel

Scream Franchise

The Sex Lives of College Girls

Stranger Things

Criminal Minds

Wednesday

Outer Banks

Euphoria

Celebrities (Romantic)

Ted Lasso

Teen Wolf

Glee [NOT TAKING REQUESTS RN]

Celebrities (Platonic)

Miscellaneous

Some prompts Some more prompts

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prettylittleliarsstuff · 1 year

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Y/n: When you see him, please don't freak out, okay?

Alison: I’m not going to freak out. Whoever you’re dating, I’ll always be accepting of him

Y/n: Alright, you can come in

[Jason walks in]

Alison: Jason, get out the way! I’m trying to see who Y/n is dating!

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oneshotnewbie · 1 year

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Can I request Spencer Hastings x Reader where A actually made Spencer hurt someone while being at the dollhouse where she is covered in blood and it's Reader? At the hospital Aria sees that Reader gets stitched up because she is having a deep cut from a knife and tells the other when she goes to Spencer's room? Spencer is all worried because you changed since then and are all quite and not that bubbly she used to know you and she also knows that A took all the anger out of Reader and she had to take the most shit because A thinks that Reader is the weakest member of the girls squad? At home Reader doesn't want to talk to Spencer or the girls at all until Spencer is all messed up on her door and crying her eyes out because she remembers what happens? Angst and fluff please???!

⚠️Trigger warning! ⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of kidnapping, blood, stabbing/cutting wounds. These plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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Two months. Your friends and you had struggled to survive for two whole months.

A had played games with you, tortured, despised and treated you as puppets. Asking so much mentally that you all didn't even know what you should feel after your, almost failed, escape. At least not you.

You didn't know how you could ever be around your best friends again after A urged you to shock them, choose who was next to play his sick game and who wasn't allowed to get water for the next few days. But apparently they had taken out their desperation on you too; you didn't get anything to drink or eat for days. A even managed to bring Spencer to hurt you.

And now you were out of the underground hell and had no idea what to do next and how you should behave towards Spencer. She apparently had no idea about the night when you woke up on her bedroom floor, your best friend attacking you like a fury and hurting you; A had probably put her on some kind of drug.

But you escaped the chaos thanks to Alison and were now in the hospital for observation according to the circumstances and the lack of nutrients. Mentally you had suffered a lot and it was not easy for all of you to return to a regular life but you knew that somehow, the girls would get through it.

While the others had probably gathered to talk about what had happened, you were bound to your bed and frankly you were glad for it. Standing across from Spencer would be too uncomfortable for you at the moment.

You looked at the ceiling with your lackluster eyes while you gave the doctor the time to sew up the last few inches of your abdominal wound, not really listening to him or the words that came out of his mouth- Your thoughts completely wandering off.

They were repeatedly disturbed by a gentle drop of the liquid flowing to your vein and it was unbearable for you to hear this noise, it brought you back to the place where you didn't hear anything else except the ticking clock in your supposedly own room.

With a violent pull, the door to your room opened with a loud squeak and you jumped up before you let yourself fall back onto the couch with a wrinkled nose, a pained face and tightly closed eyes.

"I´m sorry. I did not know-eh." the short brunette stuttered as she stood in the doorway and looked at you in shock. Staring eyes and an open mouth embraced the long cut on your stomach, which stretched sideways to your navel.

A little embarrassed, you pulled the piece of cloth you were wearing over the doctor´s hands to uselessly hide the cut - she´d already seen it anyway. The old man in front of you stopped in his movements and put the instruments he had a hold of in his hands aside before turning to Aria. "I am asking you to leave. We´re in the middle of a treatment."

She nodded quickly apologized before she took a few steps back, still confused without further speaking, and the door clicked shut with a soft click.

You actually intended to keep it a secret from your friends, but you knew that as soon as Aria entered the other girls room, she would tell them what she had seen and you had no chance to talk your way out of it.

And then the whole truth would come out.

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Confused by the imagine she had of her best friend and the huge gap on her abdomen a few seconds ago, the little brunette walked quickly down the hospital corridor to get to Spencer´s room where they all wanted to meet up.

She had not learned anything from just now and threw herself against the heavy door to open it, also without knocking first, and now stood in the entrance of the bare room. Three tired and lost pairs of eyes settled on her and surveyed the enraged statue, which stood in front of them with a wide open mouth.

Completely isolated in her thoughts, Aria sat down on one of the chairs that Emily had already placed in front of Spencer´s bed and fumbled around with her fingers. She bit her lip bloody from sheer worry and not knowing when the deep and long cut on your stomach was made and who was responsible for it, but one thing was clear; if she found out who A was, she would kill him for the pain that person had caused you and the others.

"Earth to Aria.. are you okay?" Hanna tore her out of her thoughts and gently nudged the smallest of the pack. Now Spencer and Emily, who were talking wildly earlier, had stopped and looked eagerly at the brunette. "Yes.. no. I´m okay but Y/n is not."

"What about her? Have you seen her?" Spencer abruptly intervened in the conversation, sitting up from her laying position. Her voice had lost it´s tone, was hoarse and low, even though she had just sounded perfectly normal not too long ago. "What happened?"

"I went to check on her because I was worried and then I saw how she was being treated." Aria quietly informed her friends as she cleared her throat and started playing with her fingernails. "She has a huge cut on her stomach. Something happened to her down there and she has not told us anything."

Shocked looks turned to the youngest of the group and she pushed back in the chair. Crossing her legs and arms, Aria looked back and forth between the girls and caught on to Spencer. She could clearly see the brunettes pulse in the main artery of her neck, the trembling of her dilated pupils surrounded by nervousness.

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The situation between Spencer and you lay like a stone on the brunettes heart. Through therapy sessions with Sullivan, she had managed to partially bring her memories back to the fore.

The person she did this to was still fuzzy but it must have been you; the wound Aria had told her about matching where the blade in her hand pierced through the body beneath her. She had felt it was you. Of that she was sure.

But you remained silent about this situation as if this event had not happened in your reality. A week had passed in which you were discharged from the hospital with a whole medicine cabinet. Since then, you had been holed up in your room at your family home with no communication to Spencer.

Calls and messages flooded your phone, even literally exploding it with requests about getting in touch with her; at least let her know how you are doing. But she never got a single answer and your chat remained empty from your side.

The paths to your front door were softly lit as she walked through them. Flares were placed to the right and left of the pacing stone and illuminated the entire flower-planet front yard. The sprinkler system whirred next to her as she took one step after the other.

On the way here, she had given herself a motivational speech, but it disappeared with ever step she took.

Reaching the mahogany-like doors, she stood motionless and still on the patio. Her heart raced as she exhaled shakily and began pounding on them. It was a cooler evening, one of the firsts when she thought about it, and it had been too cold to wear a loose shirt. Spencer would have preferred a sweater, but that was of secondary importance.

As she waited, her mind filled with a bitter emptiness. She was terrified of a confrontation with you, but it would help her understand how you were feeling and how she could make amends. If anything. The brunette wanted to be pragmatic- the most efficient way to get a satisfactory answer.

Slow footsteps sounded on the other side of the door and she thumped heavily when she heard your faint voice in the distance. She huffed and ran a hand over her long brown hair before the door opened abruptly, revealing your pale and tired features under the hood of your white hoodie.

"Y/n.." she spoke cautiously and did not dare to look at you any further. She could see the pain you were in and Spencer felt even more guilty than before. She cleared her throat, nervously pulling her hands to strap of her bag that slung over her shoulder. "Before you slam the door in my face, listen to me. Please,"

You remained silent, disbelieving who you had in front of you.

Spencer could judge by your body language that you were more than just uncomfortable. All muscles tensed in your thighs through the dark blue ripped jeans you were wearing, your hands were tucked deep in the kangaroo pocket of your hoodie and yet she could tell you were fiddling with your fingernails nervously.

Without saying a word, you moved to the side and let her into the house. As she passed thankfully with pleading eyes, she breathed in deeply the floral perfume you were wearing. Spencer missed your closeness and your warmth towards her so much that she clung to every breadcrumb that was given to her in that moment.

"Are you home alone?" she asked in irritation as she was enveloped in the silence of the walls and saw only the flickering TV in the living room. You nodded firmly, your hands mostly tucked into your sleeves and positioned in front of your body. "My parents flew to Paris"

"And left you alone after you went through hell?!"

"What do you want, Spencer?" you shouted angrily and turned your head to her with a rigid expression. Your sudden explosion let her loosen from her rigidity before she stared at you with wide eyes and you thought you saw fear flicker in her eyes for a brief moment. "I do not think you came here to judge my parents."

The mood was strange. Cold, distant and restless. The unspoken swelled between the two of you. Sadness and fear burned in your chest while your best friend had a tiny spark of hope that she was trying to weave into normal conversation.

Motionless, the addressed person sat in front of you, looked deep into your pain-piercing eyes while tears stung hers. Spencer's heart was pounding deep in her chest and it had probably reached it´s highest point now. It pounded in her head, throat, abdomen and paralyzed her. It was indescribable.

The brunette swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She rested her elbows on the marble area and buried her head in her hands before rubbing across her nose. Very sheepishly with a shaky voice, she continued. "I know what I did. I remember."

Beside her you gasped and bit your lip, she could not quite identify the emotion she saw in your eyes. Where before there had been a coldness and severity, she now found something else. "W-what?" you said cautiously in a cracked voice.

Spencer kept shifting nervously on the bar stool, her hands alternately clawing at her pants, the counter in front of her or the disappeared back to the shoulder bag. "Just go now, Spencer. Please-I," you spoke suddenly, breaking her train of thought.

You ran a hand through your tousled hair nervously. "Y/n," she cut you off sharpy and your chest tightened. You found it difficult to breathe.

Spencer took another breath, ready to either explain or,what you thought was, more likely an apology. But she did not get around to it; you continued in a loud raging voice. "Do you actually know what I had to go through when you fucking came at me like a madman?"

You practically yelled at her, your voice already hoarse. You saw in your veil of tears how the older one flinched and her shoulders wandered to her ears. Nevertheless, she did not break her deep gaze, but got caught in your teary eyes. They had darkened. "Or how it felt to look into my best friend´s eyes, begging her not to do it while the knife was already penetrating my skin?"

The brunette felt like she was a little kid again. When she smashed the window with the hockey ball and was getting the lecture of the century from her parents. However, she would not end up in your comforting arms after she shed the first tears. You would not reassuringly run your fingers through her hair or insist that it was just glass and could easily be replaced.

No, this situation went much deeper.

Spencer opened her mouth that suddenly dried out. Tears streamed down her face in unison with yours and she let her eyes roam over you again. "I am so sorry.." she could not pronounce it, her throat tightening with every word. "I could never hurt you. A did something to me and that monster was not me. It is not me. I love you."

The leadership she took at the moment, trying to explain her actions, distracted from your troubled insides. You could not completely turn off your heart and the thoughts of the past hours and days.

Still, you knew her words were serious and she was genuinely sorry. It broke your heart to see her so upset. She too was under the influence of drugs that A had given her to commit the crime. You exhaled loudly and just looked at her, could not keep your mind from racing.

Slowly, you circled the counter and stepped carefully to her side. Your fingertips gently touched her cold, trembling and bare forearm. Spencer reacted to the touch she thought was impossible immediately and looked at you. A positive feeling flowed through her and she laid her head at the level of your belly button. You flinched at the pain, but swallowed it to keep her close.

You cupped her sticky, sweaty fingers and intertwined them with yours. Indescribable affection went through the brunette and she drew herself closer to the person who understood her so well. Who went through this hard time with her and who would master recovery together.

Relief flowed through the eldest, you could see it in her face which showed the corners of her mouth far raised. She knew that she still had a rough road with you ahead and that she had to help you to trust her completely again. Above all, you needed someone to overcome the nightmare and the anxiety.

But most of the ballast had fallen off her. A decisive step in the right direction.

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