based off of this request > could you please write something angsty where spencer and reader are dating and reader has a stalker. spencer being all protective over her and trying to do anything to discover who it is because it reminds him of what happened to maeve and he’s worried it’ll happen again. with a happy ending if you can.
warnings > stalker-like activity, death threats, few swear words, descriptions of blood, puking, spencer being kinda emotionally manipulative? (we love him though)
note > strap yourselves in, it’s a long one! this fic also serves as a celebration for me reaching 800 followers! thank you so very much, I’m eternally grateful. enjoy, and happy new year!
note p2 > i had to rewatch that scene from ‘zugzwang’ in order to write this, and it was p a i n f u l.
the reader has a stalker, and when spencer finds out, he’s determined to protect her. he will not make the same mistakes twice.
Y/N stared down at the letter in her hands.
Her fingers trembled, tears blurring her vision as she reread the words over and over.
Written in an ominous red ink, a chicken-scratch-like writing filled the page.
‘If I can’t have you, no one can.’
It had all started two months ago.
First, it was the dark blue Sedan that she began noticing sat across the street from her apartment complex. Of course it easily could’ve belonged to one of the many people who lived in the complex, or perhaps even a friend of theirs. At first, it went unnoticed by her. It was only when she started taking note of the hours it was parked there that she began to get slightly concerned.
8am to 8pm. Every single day.
She’d peak through her living room curtains at 8am, and watch the car pull into its usual spot. It wouldn’t move all day but as soon as it struck 8pm, it left again- only to return the next day.
However, ever the sceptic, she didn’t want to blow the situation out of proportion. Her mind came up with countless possibilities. The owner was staying with a friend who lived close by (but then why would the car not be there overnight?), or perhaps it was an plain-clothed officer doing some form of undercover work? Honestly, there was nothing she hadn’t considered. So while the presence of the unexplainable car was a little unnerving, it wasn’t enough to make her paranoid.
The paranoia began when sheets of paper began being posted through her letterbox. They always came between the times that the blue car was parked outside, and had only a few words on each one that was delivered.
‘I’ve been watching you, you know.’
‘That boyfriend of yours, does he hold you like I did?’
‘Does he touch you like I did?’
Whilst they weren’t exactly threats, they were enough to set her skin alight. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, jumpy and paranoid.
He’d seen the subtle change in his girlfriend’s body language, but didn’t want to push her on the matter. He had asked once, but she’d reassured him that she was fine. So he decided that he’d let her confide in him when she was ready, but that didn’t mean that this change in behaviour didn’t make his heart ache.
He was a profiler, one of the best, he knew the behavioural tells that signalled fear.
So what was she so afraid of?
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