its like im sleepwalking

  • mom: how often do you listen to music?
  • me: every second every minute every hour every day it never ends.
  • mom: um, ok then, just dont hurt your ears...
  • me: fuck you and your decisions. cause they're not mine.
  • mom: you do not talk to your mother like that
  • me: we dont have to talk
  • mom: *storms out*
  • me: wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days
  • mom: *yells* in your dreams
  • me: its like im sleepwalking
Gallery

A/N: I am screaming because I finally wrote something! I hope you guys like it :)
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Originally posted by smol-bean-reid

Spencer dropped his bag by the door, putting his keys on the table. He could hear the music coming from your room. He looked around the living room filled with paintings, some hanging some resting on the floor. 

 The way he was obsessed with books, you were obsessed with paintings. He stopped to look through the new colorful canvas you had created. You two were complete opposites, you spent all your time expressing your self, you were open about your feelings, you constantly spoke your mind. Everyone doubted that your relationship would work, but you both knew how to appreciate your differences. 

The music got louder as he continued walking through the hallway. He quietly opened the door, and stood by the door watching you. You were wearing an old shirt, stained with old paint, holding a tray filled with colors. 

He could watch you forever, how concentrated you were, the way you never took your eyes off of your work. He was constantly amazed by the way you could create such beautiful, colorful works of art.

He stood there for a while just watching you appreciating you, the way you appreciate art. It wasn’t until you noticed he was there that he walked into the room, you smiled from ear to ear. “My favorite person is here,” you said putting down your brush and throwing your arms around him. 

“How long have you been standing there,” you asked looking into his hazel eyes. “A while, I didn’t want to interrupt, plus I love watching you” 

“Creepy and romantic all in one, I love it” you pressed your lips against his. 

“I’m surprised you still aren’t ready, your show starts in an hour,” Spencer said as he watched you continue on your work.

 Tonight was a pretty big night, not only was your work being featured in a new gallery but Spencer’s team was coming to meet you. Everyone was skeptical about you, an artist dating Spencer, and FBI genius with a ridiculous amount of PHD’s. They would never say it to your face, but you saw it coming.

Many of your friends didn’t understand what you saw in him, you allowed everyone to have their opinions, when people said negative things they never bothered you. You knew why you we’re with him, what you loved about him, and you we’re secure in your relationship. If they didn’t understand you didn’t need to make them understand.

You rushed to get ready trying to pick something you usually wouldn’t wear, Spencer’s team was his family, and suddenly you felt the pressure to make sure you made a good first impression. Regardless of the thoughts the already had of you.
“Wow, you look amazing” Spencer said with a huge smile on his face.
“You like it?” You said spinning around, “I haven’t worn this dress in years” the white dress was clinging on to your curves perfectly.

Once you got there you wasted no time in socializing with everyone, after some time Spencer began to wonder on his own. When you saw him again he was surrounded by a group of people, you politely excused your self from the conversation you we’re having as you walked over you felt the pressure, their glares, each one of them ready over analyze everything you said or did.

“Well guys this is, Y/N” Spencer said putting his arm around you. You awkwardly waved and tried to flash a genuine smile. You heard a lot of “Nice to meet you” and “Hello’s.”

“It’s so great to finally meet you guys, Spencer’s told me so much about all of you.” You said nervously.

No body had a chance to reply, “Y/N, there’s a couple who would love to meet you” an older lady said approaching you. Within seconds she whisked you away to continue socializing. “So this is it, she just leaves you for the rest of the night?” JJ said watching as more and more people continued to talk to you.

“We’re at an art gallery, she’s a featured artist, it’s kind of her job to network” Spencer said defensively. “I didn’t mean for it to sound rude Spence, I’m just saying that—“

“I’m just saying all of you have already voiced your concerns loudly enough. It’s clear what you guys think, but have you stopped to consider how happy I am? I don’t care about the amount of degrees she has or what she’s doing for a living, I love her. If you can’t deal with some small details that’s fine but do not say a single negative thing about her” Spencer took a deep breathe and looked at everyone’s reactions, this time he was sure he had made it clear.

You had stopped listening to your conversation long ago, and all you could think about we’re the things that had just come out of Spencer’s mouth.

“Hey is everything okay” you said rushing to his side.

As the night came to end you and Spencer said your goodbyes and headed back home. “I heard what you told them today,” you paused to look at his reaction, “Not caring about the amount of degrees I had, the small details?”

“I just wanted to set the record straight, I really don’t care about those things they don’t define our relationship”

“Yeah one not so small detail is that you told them you love me?”

Spencer had never said those words to you, and hearing him say it to his friends was alarming, in the best way possible.

“I do, I do love you, Y/N. I love you”

“I love you too”

You’re Happier, Aren’t You?

A/N: (Instead of cooking dinner I’m writing) I got the inspiration from the song Happier from Ed Sheeran. Anything I write will not do the song justice but, enjoy.

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Originally posted by stayforeverlark

Spencer stood quietly out side of Garcia’s office, the door was slightly cracked open only to hear the whispers of a conversation. “So she’s really dating someone, already?” he heard JJ say. He rolled his eyes brushing the comment off as another celebrity rumor the girls we’re discussing.

Without knocking he opened the door, JJ and Penelope where both shocked to see him. Both of them wondering just how much of their conversation you had heard. Suddenly he realized it wasn’t just another rumor it was about you.

His mouth fell open as he saw the photo Penelope had pulled up on her screen, you. But not just you, no you we’re not alone. You we’re with someone else.

Penelope quickly pressed a couple of keys making her screen lock, “Was that…” Spencer couldn’t even get him self to say your name.

Penelope and JJ looked at each other unsure if they should confess to you what they knew. “Y/N, yeah it was her.”

“With her new boyfriend” Spencer added.

They both shook their head in disappointment. Spencer hadn’t talked you since the break up. It was one of those situations where nothing had gone wrong, everything was fine, but that was the problem.

After three years of dating that’s what it had become, fine. There was no spark, there was no passion, just a routine that both of you had fallen into. After time the little things went unnoticed, they stopped happening. It was clear neither of you we’re fully present in the relationship.

But both you we’re scared, not scared of losing each other but scared of being alone. You we’re the one who had ended things, Spencer put on a brave face, saying he understood. As soon as he locked the door behind you, he broke down in tears.

He hadn’t spoken to you since then, although he never stopped thinking about you. The day would come that you’d find someone new, he just didn’t think it’d be so soon.

“I want to see” Spencer said closing the file, “The picture, can you show me.”

“Spence,” JJ knew he was hurt, “Break ups are hard, you guys we’re together for a long time, this is just going to make it worse.”

“It won’t can you just show me what you two we’re talking about”

Against her better judgement Penelope unlocked her screen revealing a smiling picture of you next a tall man. Spencer could only look at you, “She looks happier” he finally said trying to smile.

“Yeah, and one day you will be too Spence”

Your smiling face didn’t leave his mind that day. Suddenly it felt as if every lie Spencer had told him self in order to try to forget you was crumbling around him. The guilt of not making it home for your birthday, or anniversaries. His mind composed a list of all the things he could’ve done differently.

But what was the point, you we’re gone, and there was someone else doing all the things he didn’t. But all he wanted to do was to feel close to you again, to remember the happy moments you both shared.

Spencer had cleaned out almost anything that reminded him of you. But there was still one thing lingering, he reached into his sock drawer, all the way in the back left corner. Hidden inside two folder socks was a small red velvet box, the one thing he held on too that was going to be yours.

Just as you we’re going to make your way out the door, you almost tripped on the small cardboard box in front of your door. By now you we’re used to being delivered wrong packages but this one was addressed to you.

You ripped open the tape to find a letter inside, “Y/N, I just thought you should have this since it would’ve been yours. Please don’t feel any obligation to keep it. I’ll always be here either way.”