#THIS IS WHY I WAS ASKING YOU FOR YOUR FAV COLOR a few weeks ago and your answer was mucho UNHELPFUL HAHAHAHA
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tagged by @red-sky-in-mourning. Thanks, hon. Hope everything is going better with the power sitch 🧡
Fair warning - I've had a glass of wine, I'm a lightweight, and an amorous drunk.
fave ed gif
I mean, an entire life of male-gaze cinema has trained me to read this as sexy, and boy howdy did it succeed. The toe-to-head "this is the love interest" pan. His fingers skating down his chest in a teasing caress. His cock(ed) pistol. And then you throw in how blazingly hot Taika looks in that wig and beard and leather? The flesh is weak, your honor. And the lizard-brain is even weaker.
fave stede gif
Relatable af, but also, I want to hug him and put him in my pocket for safe-keeping. He looks like a live-action Podling. I love his ridiculous face.
fave ed outfit
I love the classic leathers, and he's the prettiest princess in purple, but my answer is this outfit, specifically right here. The superb fit of the breeches and how well the color complements his complexion. shirt partially untucked and open to the chest. Then him, just laying there with his legs sprawled and drinking directly from the decanter. Look me in the eye and tell me that he doesn't look thoroughly debauched and debauchable.
fave stede outfit
It's a tie between the wedding outfit
and the navy taffeta with brick-red lace trim during the "Arthur's kind eyes" flashback.
What can I say - I'm a slut for red and blue, and the specific hues matched in these two outfits make my brain sing. I covet the fabric of Stede's wedding outfit like burning.
fave blackbonnet song
"Leather and Lace" by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley for them getting together, "Stranded" by Heart for them falling apart. (White Flag by Dido for the reunion IDC if I'm jumping the gun).
fave ofmd fic trope
If you write Stede and Ed engaging in all manner of sexytimes, but Stede is convinced it's anything OTHER than Ed being in love with him because How Could Ed Be In Love With HIM ("this is just what pirates do and we're pirates, so...", "ed is helping me get acclimated to being more casual about touching", "ed is such a good friend to let me do this", etc.)? I'm yours.
ed's hair or stede's hair
So here's the thing. My hair is v. similar to the Ed wig. Long, dark, wavy, shot with silver streaks. It's v. distinctive and defining - like to the point that my college advisor would tell underclassmen to go talk to "the girl with the hair" and they would find me on that description alone (and that a high school teacher once wrote me a v. inappropriate poem entitled 'The Lady With Hair'). And I love my hair. I cut it all off several years ago to donate to Wigs 4 Kids, and while I don't regret the donation, the following few years while it grew back out were TORTURE. So I wouldn't trade it for anything. BUT, if I weren't so deeply lazy, and burdened by sensory issues, I would be serving mid-century high-femme all the times, and Stede's highly styled and shaped curls are The Dream.
longest i've gone between rewatches
It's been awhile, actually? I mean, I rarely go more than a week or two without checking back in on one specific scene or another to make sure I'm remembering it correctly before I mouth off about something here or on Discord, but it's been months since I've watched an episode from end to end. I am planning a full re-watch before the new season drops, though.
hiding in the ship lucius vs. ghost lucius
I was an early adopter of hiding in ship. Like one of my first posts as dancing-with-the-madmen was about how he climbed the un-scraped barnacles on the hull like a climbing wall (we have fun making jokes here at spoondick llc ™,©, ®).
favorite crew member
How v. dare. Rude. Ask me to pick a fav muppet next, why don't you. Gun to my head? Prolly Buttons. He's so deeply and wonderfully weird.
tagging @nicnacsnonsense, @tisziny, @chocolatepot, @ymfingsteadilyon, @poorcitrusmanagement, @bizarrelittlemew, @peachesandpink, @artgirlfunkel, and anyone else who feels the music move them, but no presh, babes (gn).
And, uh, sorry for the overshares and being so horny on main.
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Got tagged by @official-lauchzwiebel
Thanks for thinking of me!!! :-)
So...
1. What are you currently reading
Rico, Oskar und der Diebstahlstein by Andreas Steinhöfel; Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg; and still Twilight bc I couldn't get myself to pick it up again since the last time I was asked this question 🥸
2. Best movie I've seen in the cinema last year?
Honestly? Actually Puss in Boots - The Last Wish. I immediately fell in love with the animation when I first watched the trailer and when I went to see the whole movie I was completely carried away by the story too! I love this movie so much. Kitties and puppies 😭😭💞
3. What do you usually wear?
In the summer? Button-up/t-shirt + shorts + funny socks + crocs
In the winter? Sweater (with something collared underneath) + high-rise jeans (in any color with any leg width except skinny jeans) + funny socks + docs or crocs boots + the purple winter jacket I got from the h&m men's section only a few weeks ago but I've been wearing it non-stop bc it's exactly the kind of jacket I've been looking for for years and I finally have a cool functional winter jacket in my favorite color!!! 😩🤌💜💜💜
4. Star sign? Celebrity etc. you share your birthday with?
Leo, and I share a birthday with the episodes Eclipse Lake from The Owl House and Wishmaker from Miraculous Ladybug 😌
If we're going with real celebrities like singers or actors.. I was born exactly one day before Tristan Göbel :-)
5. Do you go by your name or nickname?
Depends. My close friends and family mostly call me Lenny, but I always introduce myself to new people with my birth name.
6. Did you grow up to what you wanted to be as a child?
Even as a child I never knew what I wanted to be and I always wrote "weiß ich noch nicht" in that empty space in the Freundebuch, so basically yes bc I still have no plans but now I'm studying languages 👍
7. What's something you're good/bad at?
I'm pretty good at crafty and creative stuff like crocheting, sewing, drawing and all that. Also learning new languages comes pretty easy to me, but I'll probably withdraw this statement after I've gotten back the results from my uni exams that I have yet to write...
Something I'm really, really bad at is being consistent with something. There's always something I'm forgetting and when it comes to important stuff like uni I often can't get myself to even open the uni website on my laptop as if I was paralyzed. Ahaha, anyway on to the next question...
8. Dogs or cats?
See, I'm the person who claims that they like both. And y'know I do like both. When I see someone walking outside with their dog I'm the one excitedly squeaking: "SCHAU MAL EIN HUNDI!!! :-)", but when I see a cat I get even more excited and in my head I'm like: "!!!!!!!!!!!!" bc I don't want to make too many loud noises and scare it off (you know I wanna pet that kitty!!!)
9. If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your fav picture/line/something you created this past year?
The tiny Sendung Mit Der Maus-Maus I crocheted :-)
10. What's something you'd like to create content for?
Tough one. First of all gzsz bc I'm basically the only funny fanartist they have. I mean I've seen some artists drawing realistic portraits from screenshots but that's why I say I'm the only funny one out there. Anyone can redraw a screenshot but I'm the only person willing to draw Maren and Katrin or Michi and Tobias kissing, so even if my sketches look messy and I post so inconsistently that I'll never get more than 3 notes on something I still think I'm doing a more valuable job than people who redraw something that's already happened only for the sake of flexing how realistic their artstyle is. (It's a different story tho if the redraw is stylized!!! There's so much personality to stylized art!!)
So... To come back to the original question. Gzsz definitely, maybe some crossovers like my ml au as well shhshshss, Miraculous Ladybug in general, also Osomatsu-san or Owl House and all that stuff I'm currently watching. Tschick. Yeah.
11. What's something you're currently obsessed with?
Just scroll through my blog for a while.
Besides that? Crocheting. I love that you can do it while watching something, so I feel like I'm doing something useful even while watching AWZ 😩
12. What's a hidden talent of yours?
Nobody peels mandarin oranges and clementines like me! I always peel them in a spiral pattern and almost never fail!! 😤💪
13. Are you religious?
Nice try Gretchen. I'm not gonna answer that.
14. What's something you wish to have at this moment?
Right now at this exact moment? Nothing really. Bin grad wunschlos glücklich, als hätte ich ein halbes Erdbeermarmeladebrot mit Honig verzehrt und würde mit leerer Gedankenblase irgendwo rumliegen und den Rest meines Tages genießen 🍯🍓🍞
Tagging @tofufei @midnightxxcrisis @9puppiesdrowninginapool @jofngve and of course everyone else who wants!!! 😸💕
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8 10 12 14 16 18 artist ask
nico is carrying my entire inbox
1. what is your favorite color to work with?
pink and purple my beloved. red is cool too
2. who is your favorite character to draw?
(shoves mound of alluka drawings under the table) i do not have a favorite ahaha maybe aubrey because she has long hair 😊😊😊😊😊😊
3. what song(s) do you listen to when you do art?
a lot
4. how often do you draw?
at least every few days. it's pretty rare for me to go more than a week without drawing nowadays but i used to draw much less regularly and improved so much slower
5. digital or traditional?
digital! traditional is nice in small doses. i think im done with normal pencils i prefer either painting or like. charcoal as i recently discovered
6. tag your favorite artists/inspirations!
UH. UH. YOU DO I TAG YOUR ART BLOG OR MAIN. @shitbox-drawn my friend who's not on tumblr but she was my first art mutal ever i love her her names kyoki um. ngl i dont know anyone's name. tiucotheus (i dont wanna tag them i feel like id bother them) & yuumei art. hyperpop type art has been a pretty big inspiration for me recently i love colors
7. do you prefer sketching, outlining, or coloring?
sketching <3 lineart is to me what coloring is to normal people. it's relaxing sometimes but i need 1 million stabilzer. you already know how i feel about coloring
8. show us at least 2-3 drawings from 1-2 years ago.
this is the iconic sibling moment i was talking about. its roughly a year old now, and looks pretty stiff, but it was like. kinda insanely good for my skill at the time. pretty big point in my art history
here's one from 2021, its one of the oldest drawings i have on my computer. gilda was supposed to be there but i couldnt draw her so i gave up
9. what drawing program do you use? (if the artist does digital art)
clip studio paint my beloved
10. are you right or left handed?
right
11. warm or cool colors?
why are we pitting two bad bitches against each other..... personally i like ourple
12. draw one of your favorite characters in 15 seconds.
unlluka
14. what was something that you used to draw a lot that you don’t draw as much anymore?
um. bows i guess? butterfly wings, i really liked drawing those for a bit (i drew like 2 ever)
15. when was the last time you did art?
1 minutes ago if u count unlluka. i did draw earlier today though
16. what kind of tablet do you use? v v
the wacom one its like. flat. no screen
17. (alternative for traditional art ) ^ ^ do you work with pencils or pens more often?
pencils my beloved
18. how long have you been drawing/ when did you officially “declare” yourself as an artist?
i considered myself an artist when i actually drew something and didn't just shade a picture. i've been drawing for probably like... 4 years now??? that's insane i swear it was 3 yesterday
19. do you like drawing short hair or longer hair more?
LONG HAIR ESPECIALLY THE KIND THAT IS SLIGHTLY WAVY
20. how often do you get art block?
not in my art block era but if i dont have an idea then yeah
21. draw one of your original characters.
not gonna lie i actually dont really like my ocs but anyways this one is nyx they're chaotic silly. remember that royal who randomly disappeared 3 years ago yeah thats them they were hanging out w some dragons this whol time
22. do you use a mac or pc to do (digital) art?
pc
23. draw your fav as a vampire
i will do this as not an ask bc i want to put actual effort into it
24. how many followers do you have? (on your art blog)
like 23 iirc but lets say 24 so it matches with the question number
25. where in your house do you usually do art?
exclusively on my bed but i drew nyx on nicos bed
26. draw urself! (it doesn’t have to be detailed)
same as 23 ive been meaning to make a meet the artist for a while
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for the taeil drabble could you do the reader suprising him with yellow lingerie (since it’s his fav color) after a stressful week in the studio? thank you 💕
You know that the time surrounding a comeback is a very stressful time for Taeil. All of the recording sessions, learning choreography, coordinating wardrobe fittings, photoshoots, music video shoots, re-recording, and filming content for them to post on their accounts always leaves him rather tense and stressed.
Sometimes you just want to take him out of it, to make him forget all of his worries, if even only for a little while.
Which is why you decide to surprise him one evening.
He's got a late slot at the recording studio, one of the last members to record for this song today after a strenuous day of recording a few days ago that had left him hoarse and on vocal rest for three days so his voice would be in peak condition for the recording today.
But tonight after recording he has no more responsibilities for a few days. He has no reason to preserve his vocal condition for a couple days. Even if he's pushed himself too far tonight, you know that you could get him to push it a little further in bed with you.
So you put together a little surprise, something nice for him to come home to, and you message him to let him know that you've got a surprise waiting at home for him.
You're ready for him when Taeil gets home. You're reclined in bed, wearing a button-down dress shirt of his, looking ruffled and comfortable, inviting in the unmade bed as Taeil walks through the door into your bedroom.
"What are you doing?" Taeil asks you, suspicion heavy in his voice as he looks you up and down.
"Nothing, oppa." You curl your fingers against the collar of the shirt. "I've just been waiting for you to come home to me."
Taeil smiles. "Yeah? Did you miss me?"
You nod.
"Is that why you're wearing my shirt, baby?" Taeil comes closer, pressing his hands into fists on the edge of the bed. "Have you been thinking about oppa?"
Again, you nod. "Always, oppa. And I have a surprise for you."
Taeil nods now. "I know. You told me." He looks at you, searching, trying to figure out what your surprise might possibly be.
You push upright then, kneeling up on the bed, just a couple feet in front of Taeil. He looks confused and amused and turned on, even more so the latter when you curl your hands on either side of the shirt you're wearing just beneath the open collar, dragging it open just a little more, exposing just a bit more of your chest, revealing a tiny hint of fine yellow material.
Taeil swallows at the sight.
You smile. "Oppa, I want you to take it off of me."
Taeil nods, and then he's on the bed too, kneeling right in front of you, his hands flying up to the top button, fingers eager to unfasten it for you.
His gaze is hungry as his fingers fly down the row of buttons. Each one undone reveals more skin, reveals at last the little surprise you've got for him. The pretty yellow lingerie set you purchased, knowing it's Taeil's favorite color, knowing how much he loves to see it on you.
Taeil moans at the sight as the shirt falls open, and you let it slip from your shoulders, leaving you only in your lingerie.
Taeil’s hands are reverent, touching you lightly and slowly, his gaze roving over your body, in awe of the sight of you before him. And he moves closer to you on the bed, and you sink back, repositioning so you’re lying down and Taeil moves over you.
You love the feeling of his hands on your body, caressing and drawing his fingers over the fragile material, tracing over your peaked nipples, slipping down to a slit in the crotch of your panties, and Taeil immediately gets his fingers wet.
You wanted this to be about him, but here he is, just touching and focusing on you.
“Taeil oppa,” you sigh, touching his hair as he starts kissing down your chest, and you begin to protest as he kisses down toward the edge of your panties.
“Shh,” he murmurs, “I had a stressful day, baby, and all I want is to make you feel good. I want to enjoy you like this.” You feel his breath through the thin material of the panties, and then the soft warmth of his tongue slipping through the slit in your panties.
Taeil takes his time with you, driving you wild on his tongue, letting his spit drip down to your ass, and he strokes his fingers there, slowly opening you up.
He doesn’t peel the lingerie off of you, just fucks you on his fingers and his tongue, grateful for the slit making your pussy and asshole so accessible. You love when Taeil loses himself in pleasuring you, though you’d definitely originally wanted tonight to be all about Taeil’s pleasure.
He brings you to orgasm just like that, with his tongue at your pussy, his fingers stretching your ass open for him.
“Roll over for me, baby,” Taeil asks, lifting his head up and licking his lips, gazing down at you as you quickly flip over onto your belly, exposing your ass to him, and you look back over your shoulder at Taeil as he moves off the bed, digging quickly through the drawer of the bedside table to get the lube out. You watch him tug his pants down and gets his cock out, stroking his hand over his length as he climbs back onto the bed, squirting some lube onto his fingers, spreading it over his cock.
Anal is a special treat with Taeil, not something you do very often, but it’s definitely something you enjoy. He always makes you feel so good when you do this, and it’s no different now as he thrusts into you slowly, easing in and giving you time to adjust, and once you’ve adjusted and he’s as deep inside you as he can get, Taeil starts to move.
It takes a moment before he really hits a spot that makes you feel good, and at the sound of your moans, and your body really responding to Taeil, he pulls on your hips, lifting them up off the bed so he can fuck you at a different angle as he kneels behind you, and from there, his hands slide from your hips to your sides, around your belly, up to your chest, pulling you even more upright until your back is against his chest, and his hands cup your tits in the pretty yellow bra.
“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty for oppa. And you feel so tight around me.” His hands squeeze at your chest while he fucks deep into you, and you can feel your pussy just dripping with wetness, wishing you were filled in both holes, wishing Taeil could give you more more more.
“Oppa, please, please,” you beg, lifting a hand up to cover one of his on your tits, and you do your best to drag it away, trying to lead his hand down to your pussy, just needing to have him there too.
Taeil moans, pushing his fingers smoothly inside your wet pussy, fucking you on them in a perfect rhythm with his cock in your ass. His other hand stays at your chest, touching your tits over the pretty yellow lingerie that he loves so much, that he keeps moaning in your ear about.
Your next orgasm shoots through you, so fucking good as Taeil keeps fingering you and fucking you through it, and he lets you slump forward onto the bed again, your moans muffled against the bedsheets.
Taeil pulls out of you, hands gentle on your hips to flip you over onto your back again, and you reach for Taeil, pulling him closer, pulling him over you and into you, and this time he fills your pussy with his cock, fucking you hard and fast and deep, clearly drawing close to his own orgasm.
You lace your fingers through his hair, pulling Taeil’s mouth back down onto yours.
Taeil cums inside you, and you lock your legs around his hips, keeping him buried inside you as you keep kissing him.
“Don’t leave me,” you moan softly when Taeil moves to sit up and pull out of you. You cling tight to his shoulders and keep your legs around his hips. “Stay inside, oppa. It feels so good like this.”
Taeil, who had his stressful day and had been so ready to come home and relax, has absolutely no issue at all with relaxing, not moving from the sweet heat of being buried in your pussy. He stays, running his hands over your body, once again enjoying your lingerie in a way that you know, given a little while longer, Taeil will be ready to go again.
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Hello! May I please request headcanons with the buster bros (+Samatoki? If that’s okay!) with an S/O who is into anime + idol (rhythm) games? Thank you! Hope you’re having a good day/night 💙
A/N: *Rubs hands together* Buckle up yall, this is a long one. I may have had too much fun writing this... :p lol enjoy~
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Ichiro Yamada
Ichiro first saw you at a manga cafe rocking some merch from your favorite game franchise and had to go over and talk to you
he also found out that you're into anime too
he may try and quiz you to test how into games/anime you are
his eyes light up and his heart pounds but he plays it cool
after a long interrogation conversation, he asked if you would meet him back at the cafe next week
he lent you the latest issue of a light novel that you never got around to reading
now he would have an excuse to see you again
a few months later one of your favorite animes was being played in the theatre once so you both went on a date to see it
if its a sappy rom-com he will 100% deny that he cried and brush it off as an eyelash caught in his eye
but he totally did
to be fair you did too
though he may prefer light novels over anime most times
he will totally sit down at watch the new season of an anime you two enjoy together
prepare for a brain malfunction if you tell him you're into cosplaying
"oh yeah I cosplayed them a year ago"
"y-you wouldn't happen to have any pictures, w-would you?"👀"
*cue nosebleed*
"That's it, I've found my soulmate" he says he's kidding but actually means it
ANYWAY
him being a weeb
Ichiro is also well versed in rhythm games
he will tell you if your waifu/husbando is trash or not
you both have your own little superstitions and rituals you do before gacha pulls
you might use a certain finger to click the screen because that's the lucky one
Ichiro turns the volume up and closes his eyes before clicking
"What no way!! CLICK MY SCREEN! YOU'RE LUCKY TODAY!"
"AHHH thank you y/n! Look at them! They're so cute!"
you both marvel over the cute characters
he is totally impressed by the songs you can do on pro/master
"NO WAY A FULL COMBO?!?!! You're amazing!" 😍
he will totally challenge you to see who can get a better score
but you always win
he did come close a few times
but gets flustered and flubs it up at the end when you're watching over this shoulder
he finds it cute when you're humming along to the songs while DESTROYING the beat map
Bonus+
*you unbox a package left on the doorstep to find a scanty cosplay* "Ichiro, what is this?!?" "What? I thought you would look cute in it" ;p "I'm not dressing up as your favorite idol!" "wh- babe why not?!" :"( "ok maybe..."
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Jiro Yamada
Like Ichiro, Jiro is a big nerd too
you two met in a soccer match of all places
you were taking a break during halftime when you quoted a line from some weird obscure anime
"No way you watch ___ too? I thought I was the only one!"
you haven't seen each other before because you're on different teams from rivalling schools
after the game he gives you his number then the rest is history
you two end up messaging each other all night talking about other animes and games you enjoy
he likes sports animes along with action and adventure
you also found out he plays rhythm games too
after a while, he'll invite you over to the Yamada household and show you his collection of light novels and games
"There's more where this came from, my big bro is a bigger nerd than I am."
you'll sit down on his bed and show each other your cards and play a few songs
"Jiro why is your tap sound louder than the music!?!?"
"I need to hear the beats or I'll fail the stage!!"
He might challenge you to see who can get a higher score
you both play on hard
but you're pretty evenly matched
"Haha! That's a point for me, y/n!"
"No fair! I don't know that song very well..."
If you don't have the best gacha luck Jiro will cry with you during your loss
he's not much better...
"NOOOO I PULLED THE WORST ONE"
and because of that, this boy spends all of his allowance on gacha...
"Jiro, don't tell me you actually bought a gacha pass..."
"I SPENT ALL OF MY GEMS TRYING TO GET THEM SO I HAD TO!"
"JIRO!!!"
"Y/N PLEASE, I NEEDED THEM!!" (╥_╥)
Bonus+
"Here Jiro I got you this." He excitedly opens the package. "No way! A ___ Figure??!" "They're your favorite right?" "YESS" He sets the figure down and bear hugs you. "Thank you y/n, I'll treasure this forever!"
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Saburo Yamada
Saburo picked up anime from his brothers
they would all watch action animes together as kids
until Saburo started a fight with Jiro and they tried to one punch each other out of existence
"HEY GUYS CUT IT OUT YOU'RE NOT FRIKKIN SAITAMA"
ahem. moving on...
Saburo is a nerd too
but he may be a bit more casual (in his own way)
he spotted you playing a rhythm game in the corner of the hall during lunch break
"Is that _____? I play ______"
"Oh really? Whos your favorite?"
"What? you like them?!? You have no taste..."
"W-what?! Shut up! their cards always have good stats!"
"But look how pretty this one is!"
you two quickly become friends and meet up every lunch and discuss things like your methods to preserve gems
Saburo likes making charts and spreadsheets to predict what event will be next and what characters are featured
"Haha! look y/n I totally called it!"
He likes collecting cards and comparing the stats
cause that's fun too I guess :/
He must assemble the best possible unit
I can see you two having competitions to see who can get the best score
or who can rank higher in an event
Saburo is very good at analyzing the beat map at first glance
he will also point out patterns he sees to try and help you understand the rhythms
he usually plays on hard and pro
while you do pretty well on normal or hard
he likes a good action/fantasy anime
but he likes sci-fi too
maybe even mystery
he was nervous asking you over to his place to watch anime
because you suggested a slice of life rom-com
does this mean he makes a move or you just watch it together and that's it O_o
Bonus+
"Yes! New high score! Y/n, did you see that?" You giggle. Good job Saburo. You lean over to kiss his cheek then see the smoke coming out of his ears. "Y-y/n!" *blush blush* "Hehe, you're so cute when you're nerding out.
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Samatoki Aohitsugi
Rio invited Samatoki out to a neat cafe because they offered cool exotic blends
When they walked in Samatoki was intrigued spotting your crazy colored hair and tattoos from the corner of his eye
which was weird cause that's not his type
or maybe it was
After ordering the coffee and sitting down Rio noticed that he was distracted
"I see you staring, why don't you go over and talk to her?"
"I wasn't staring! But there's just something about her..."
you were sitting in the corner of the cafe reading manga when he approached you a few minutes later
"uh hey, I like your tattoos"
"Oh thanks! Do you watch___ too?"
*casual panic* "Oh yeah totally, what are you reading?"
You knew he was faking it but continued anyway
"Eh, what's the difference?" 😮 "The difference is--"
He didn't know much about what you were saying but he loved watching you talk about something you were obviously passionate for
through an hour or so of conversation, you realized you both had more in common than you thought
he asked if you would like to do something like this again and gave you his number
You were happy to explain plots of random animes and games to him
Samatoki may not get the appeal but he likes seeing you happy
You go on a few dates and make your relationship official
he's absolutely fascinated by you and your nerdiness
"BABE!!!" "What is it?! Are you ok!?" "I JUST GOT A SSR CARD OF (insert favorite character here)"
Tch, *rolls his eyes. "That's good, right?" "LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE!"
he may get a little jealous watching you fawn over you your fav
"Hmmph, why would you want a fictional character when you have a real man right here?"
*author sobs* :")
you let him try a song on normal difficulty
but it is still hard for him
"What the hell! Why are these notes coming at me so fast?!"
He doesn't pick up any manga or light novels
but he likes watching anime with you though
preferably a good action and or adventure one
he may become more interested when the female lead shows up on screen
hey, eyes up here buddy >:(
he won't say it but he secretly likes romcoms
maybe cause Nemu used to watch them growing up
I can see him getting so invested he'll yell at the characters
"Are you stupid?? She's trying to confess to you! Moron..." he huffs
(he does this with cooking shows too)
Bonus+
"Samatoki come on! The next episode of ___ is airing! You rush into the bedroom. "Hey, have you seen my pho-" "Shut up, I'm trying- to win." You laugh hysterically at him stealing your phone to get a full combo. "You got this babe, I believe in you!"
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Sweet by Cigarettes after Sex - Sakusa Kiyoomi
🌱This is another scenario based song fic😌 let me know what you think, please! I think I peaked with that Yachi drabble lmao. This is for a request that was sent to @sunalma ,but fit under my prompt so she sent it on over to me :)
“Watching the video that you sent me
The one where you're showering with wet hair dripping
You know that I'm obsessed with your body
But it's the way you smile that does it for me”
You were sat on the rooftop of your home, the chilly night shingles and wind nipping at your uncovered face. You only wore the hoodie Omi had given you, knowing you’d get cold at the most random times, and a pair of your own old joggers.
With your feet dangling off, you sat close to the edge, you had only one earbud in at the time, and were peacefully humming to the tune you’d been playing basically on repeat the past few days. It was from the playlist you’d made many months ago for when you weren’t feeling well, and with the gray blue and purples clouding the early night sky, you thought it was quite fitting.
“It's so sweet, knowing that you love me
Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet
Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair
It's so sweet”
You came up here to get some fresh air, the open window beneath you allowing the bitter wind to seep into your bedroom. You hadn’t been feeling well, and you weren’t sure whether it was just an off day or what.
You knew your sweet boyfriend Omi had been worried about you all day, he had practice so he wasn’t able to spend as much time with you as either of you would’ve liked, but he texted you every chance he could to ask how you were doing and to make sure you’d been taking care of yourself until he got home, he knew you had a habit of neglecting your needs when you felt bad. He felt guilty for leaving this morning, all the more reason why he caught himself cursing under his breath when he fumbled with his keys to open your shared front door.
He opened the door expecting to be hit with a wave of warmth from the house, but once he realized it was only slightly colder outside than it was indoors, he knew exactly where you’d run off too.
He always knew you preferred the rooftop when you weren’t doing well. You had mentioned many times that you liked the scenery up there; the lights from the city, the different vivid colors swirling within the sky and clouds, and the ambient sounds from your street- like the neighborhood cats pestering one another about their territory. Truth be told, he didn’t mind joining you up there, he could agree with you that it was rather peaceful and he certainly didn’t mind being in your company when you two escaped to your little space away from normal life.
He desperately wanted to bask in a hot shower after such a long day of practice, but he wanted nothing more than to make sure you were doing okay before you both turned the lights out for the night.
He made his way to your shared bedroom, only reaffirming the answer to his mental question as to why the house was so cold moments ago once he saw the open window. It felt routine at this point, as odd as it sounded, to climb through that window and up onto the roof. The first few times you asked him to join you, he was put off by the offer, and usually gave you snarky comment about how filthy it was, but he slowly began to join you more and more, to the point where it felt normal now. He still didn’t enjoy the filth, though.
“Watching the video where you're lying
In your red lingerie ten times nightly
You know I think your skin's the perfect color
But it's always your eyes that pull me under”
He peered over the edge of the shingles at your laying form, eyes closed and hair gently blowing onto your soft cheeks. He could tell you were cold from the goosebumps that covered your body, so he made a mental note to keep the house extra cozy tonight.
You hadn’t heard him climb up next to you, until you felt his fingertips gently ghost over your cheek and brushing your hair away. You would’ve been alarmed, had you not immediately recognized the gesture; Omi was always so gentle when touching you in any way, like you could break into shattered glass if he wasn’t careful.
You opened your eyes slowly to see a small smile on your longtime boyfriends face, though you could easily pick up on the hints of exhaustion and concern beneath his dark eyes. Reaching up to grasp his proportionally much larger hand, you lay it gently flush against your cheek, basking in the warmth of his skin as you nuzzled further into his touch. He couldn’t help but smile wider at your gesture.
After getting comfortable, sitting up next to one another, your head laid casually on his shoulder and his arm around you, you two spent what felt like forever talking. About his day, your day, how you were both feeling, and otherwise. You could feel your heart swell and sink simultaneously at his worry for you, you wanted nothing more than to bring a smile to his face, but you greatly appreciated all the love and care he had for you. He pet your hair lightly as you continued to rant, offering his occasional two cents of advice.
It was comforting, and you found yourself slowly feeling better as he continued to spend time with you. About the time he saw your eyes drifting closed again, he decided to bring you in.
“It's so sweet, knowing that you love me
Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet
Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair
It's so sweet”
After helping you back into your bedroom, he quickly went to turn up the thermostat to heat the now icy indoor air. You felt a large pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you as close as possible to his chest. He nuzzled into your shoulder, mumbling about throwing the towels in the dryer to be warm for you once you got done showering. You hadn’t noticed he slipped into the bathroom behind you to prepare it for you, but you felt woozy with appreciation and adoration at that moment. Peppering his face lightly with your kisses of approval as payment, you both found yourselves smiling wide at the other after pulling apart.
After a steamy shower, you felt newer, and the warmth of the previously mentioned towels definitely helped in improving your mood. Omi had run off to the guest bathroom to clean up himself in the meantime, wanting to give you space if you needed any, and using it as an excuse to prepare a few more surprises for you, as he always knew you took longer showers than he did.
He had taken the time to bring a few extra blankets into your bedroom, along with your favorite comfort movies and some of those snacks he’d picked up on the way home that he knew you loved, you always said they were your favorite but he knew that changed basically each week.
He laid out some pajamas for you, including one of his own sweatshirts, the same one you said was your favorite on him so he wore it more often from that point forward.
The house had begun to warm up, and he padded his way to the kitchen to make you some hot tea, figuring you’d spent quite a bit of time in the chilly air outside even before you’d spent an hour up there with him.
“And I will gladly break it
I will gladly break my heart for you
And I will gladly break it
I will gladly break my heart for you
And I will gladly break it
I will gladly break my heart for you
And I will gladly break it
I will gladly break my heart for you
It's so sweet, knowing that you love me
Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet
Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair
It's so sweet”
After bringing back the tea to set on your side of the beds nightstand, the steam from the open bathroom door and missing clothes he’d laid out for you gave it away that you’d finished your shower. Once you emerged, he couldn’t help but think about how much cuter that sweatshirt looked on you than he ever thought it did on him, but he wouldn’t tell you that now. You smiled at the sweet gestures your boyfriend had done for you, even after such a long day of intense practice. He really never failed to bring a smile to your face, and this was no different.
Bringing him into your tight embrace and falling back onto the bed, his head resting on your chest and muscular arms wrapped around your torso, your arms around his neck and shoulders, you let out a sigh and a sweet hum. His weight on top of yours was comforting, and his black curls smelled nicely of his shampoo. He nuzzled further into your touch, mumbling a question you didn’t really catch about having an impromptu movie night and if you’d like a massage, also letting you know he’d be around the house all day tomorrow, he’d texted the teams groupchat to let them know he would be missing practice. You smiled wide at his words, excited to spend a full day with the man you loved so much.
Some people would consider Sakusa Kiyoomi a cold person, one who wasn’t fond of people nor someone who could be very affectionate. But in that moment, you knew more than ever how wrong they were.
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Dear letter... To you... (KTH)
Summary : There was no connection between these two strangers accept a letter in one’s hand.
Story inspo : a story from a wedding
Author POV.
*click*
The camera captured the scene of an empty alley. It was just another ordinary day for everyone to wake up and start their routines. In this little town, almost everyone knew each other-despite a few unfamiliar faces who might appear around the street.
Kim Taehyung was one of them, a wanderlust soul. He found this little town not long ago on a travel site. Visiting this beautiful and classic area for a week, he could tell that he fell in love, even if; there was nothing much to attract a large group of tourists.
*click*
Taehyung snapped another shot. This place was nothing but calming for him. He took a turn at a random corner and met with a local restaurant. Taehyung opened the wooden door. The bell shimmed as a signal of a new customer.
“Good day sir, what would you like to order?” Taehyung looked above the waiter for a menu.
“Any tradition dishes?” Taehyung asked. Every dish seemed to look the same since there were no note up on the board.
After having description from the waiter, he decided his dish. A waitress, who finished preparing a table, gestured Taehyung to take a seat.
“What would you like for today?”
The door opened and closed from time to time. Taehyung was still in the restaurant and enjoyed his meal. He looked through a photo album. He was so busy with his camera without noticing that someone approached him.
“Sir, can this lady have a seat here? The restaurant has no seats available at the moment.” The waitress interrupted him. Taehyung didn’t look up, but nodded as an answer.
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
Taehyung POV.
I felt like I was acting rude. However, I didn’t know how to start a conversation with the stranger either. I sat in silence and continued to play with my camera-taking the picture of the lake outside the window.
A glance at the person, but I only met a journal book. The person behind the book was so focused on the paper. Drawing or writing? I looked at the actions and kept those questions in my head.
I then put my attention back into my camera. I snapped a few shots and checked them. I did it again and again like a loop, not caring for the stranger who sat opposite me.
And both of us continued sitting there in silence.
“Have a good day miss.”
I looked up and met with an empty seat. The loud bell sound then appeared out of nowhere. I assumed that might come from a clock tower nearby. I checked my watch and gasped.
“I’ve been here for hour and a half already?” I started packing my camera and some postcards that I didn’t finish writing.
The moment I stood up and stepped toward the door, one of the waiters stopped me. He handed me a piece of brown ripped paper and a postcard.
“These aren’t mine.”
“It was on your table, sir.” I didn’t care about it that much and put both into my pocket.
‘What a tiring day.’ I thought to myself. I strolled down the eat part of the town today. The beach was nice. I could feel the breeze wash over me and left a fresh sea salt scent.
“What could it be?” I picked up the thing I got in the morning. Inspecting the handwriting, it must belong to that stranger. She surely had a neat yet unique handwriting. I assumed these were a part of her journal.
There were a few translucent color dots on a paper. She spilled something? She painted? I flipped the paper and searched for any clue to find her. Fortunately, there was something.
“Interesting.”
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
Author POV.
2 years later
“Any meeting?” Taehyung asked his secretary to check his schedule. He had been busy for awhile after his father stepped down from the position.
“Sir, you have a meeting around…” His secretary reviewed his schedule.
“For the project, we have an appointment with the artist in the evening.”
The secretary closed her iPad and left him in the elevator. Taehyung went up to another floor before he left. He then stepped into his office.
“Sir, the artist arrived.”
After he ended the call, he stepped into a metal box. The door closed and the digital screen ran a set of numbers as he went down.
“Here is the copy of their plan.” Taehyung received the file and scrolled through the plan. Checking the details, he decided to wait for their presentation.
Everyone stood up and bowed to him as a greeting when the glass door slid open. He took a seat and the others followed.
“Shall we start?” When he asked, a woman stood up from her seat. She walked toward the screen that had already prepared the presentation.
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
Y/N POV.
‘Here we go.’ I thought to myself and the glass door slid open.
The CEO stepped inside the room. His every step echoed in the room-making my heartbeat went faster. When we all took our seats, I then noticed his feature. He looked young, probably around my age. His posture was calm yet intimidate.
“Shall we start?” Ok, y/n, you got this. I stood up with confident. I tried my best to look calm. If anyone could read my thought, they would know how nervous I was.
I started by explaining my inspiration a little bit before moving on to the concept and its details. It was nerve-wracking since the guy stared at me throughout my presentation. I felt him monitoring my moves, and that made me anxious.
“Is there any question?” Now, time to face the real anxiety.
I was right. He then started asking millions of questions about my idea.
The scribbling sound was loud and clear. I was now sitting in the CEO’s cabinet. He noted down the details while I explained. He dismissed everyone from the meeting half an hour ago since their working hour was end.
“Have we ever met before?” He asked a random question out of the blue.
“I..I don’t think so.” Why did I stutter?
I saw him smiled a little. Did I say something wrong? He knew me before? I was sure that I didn’t meet him before. My forgetful self started recalling his face.
“My secretary will contact you for our next appointment.” I nodded and stood up-ready to leave.
“Oh, can you leave your personal contact? In case, we have to call you for the urgent work.” I then left him my personal contact and left the place.
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
Author POV.
With the contact you left a week ago, Taehyung always messaged you. Even if it was about work, you were a little puzzled. Is it common for that huge interior company to let the boss directly contact any worker (even though you weren’t his employee directly)?
The clock was ticking. The sky gradually changed its shade. Everyone continued working on the job as usual. Taehyung was so busy surfing through the site and gallery of the artist. Lucky that he had his own office because if someone found him smiling like an idiot in front of the screen right now, they would think he was weird.
“I’ll see you soon.” He spoke to himself while looking through your work.
After Taehyung met you, to say Taehyung was head over heal into you wasn’t an exaggerated liar. He was even more obsessed with you when he saw your handwriting. He got his answer that you were ‘that’ stranger.
“Why are we here today? I thought we are going to work on the project.” You and Taehyung got closer after a week of him messaging to you unstop about work (A/N: *Ahem* work you say?)
“Well, this is also work, is it not?” His boxy smiled plaster his face.
“At the art exhibition?”
“Yeah, because I want learn about them. It can help me better understanding what you are doing and fuse them into my collection as well.”
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
Taehyung POV.
‘Is that excuse work?’ I looked at her face. She seemed to not catch my real intention. I still put on my signature innocent smile-using it to persuade her.
“We better to be hurry then. Today we also needed to buy my equipment.” I succeeded. She entered the place without asking any further.
I snapped many shots when we were inside. She was so passionate about the exhibition. I usually preferred a peaceful atmosphere while walking in the exhibition hall. However, the way she kept talking about each piece of art, I didn’t find it annoying or boring.
“You seemed to be into this piece. Do you want it to be the main pantone of your collection?” I got out of my head and nodded. She then chuckled lightly.
‘Ah, I embarrassed myself, didn’t I?’
“Ok, we should leave then.”
We were here for a few hours now. She was lost in her world. When she picked the colors, she wouldn’t forget to ask for my comment. If I approved, she would be happy. Her eyes glowed thousands of lights. I couldn’t help but stare. She was indeed passionate about our work.
‘Our?’ When I realized that I used that word, I somehow felt a tingle feeling inside.
“We can get out of here soon. Do you think this is enough?” I snapped back to reality. I then met a cart full of art tools.
“I think these will do.” I emphasized the word these to remind her that it was enough.
“Sorry, I picked them for personal purpose as well. Hope you won’t mind.” I gave her a disbelief look while she grinned.
“If you mind, you can cut it from my salary.” She pouted and wheeled the cart.
‘Cute’
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
Author POV.
Little by little, you fell for Taehyung. It was a feeling that gradually develop without your notice. By the time you realized it, you had already established your status with him.
“And again, you bring me to somewhere out of our schedule.”
“And you like it as always.” You rolled your eyes and entered the restaurant.
Entering a familiar elegant restaurant, a waitress led you both toward the VIP table. Guess who booked that?
The waiter then approached your table and left the menu on the table. He stood there and waited patiently for your order. You finished ordering your meal in the blink of an eye since you only had one fav dish. However, for Taehyung, it took ages to order.
“Why is it so quiet today?” You asked. You glanced around the floor and saw no one other than your table.
“Oh, I booked the whole floor today.” Taehyung answered it as if it was a normal thing to do.
“You did what?” You looked at the guy with a shocked face. He noticed your expression and chuckled.
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
Y/N POV.
This was unbelievable. Why on earth did he need to book the whole floor? I had no idea of what was on his mind. Being close with Taehyung, I learned one thing. That one thing was sometimes you needed no rational thought to do something.
The quiet atmosphere then got replaced when a musician started playing some tunes. The soft melody filled the air.
‘He is up to something?’
I monitored his expressions and actions, but I didn’t get the answer. I couldn’t keep the curiosity any longer. I opened my mouth to fire out the question.
“Please, enjoy the meal.”
‘Lucky you, Tae.’ A waitress interrupted me before I could ask. Both of us started eating our meal.
I felt the meal was more delicious. Is it because of the atmosphere?
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
Taehyung POV.
‘Phew she didn’t ask anything yet.’ I thought to myself while eating the meal. Thanks to that waitress, she didn’t get her chance. I didn’t want her to know my surprise just yet.
Curious right?
Today, I booked our favorite restaurant to discuss on the work like always. It looked ordinary until here. Now, the surprise plan will start.
I signaled a waiter who stood beside. He knew that it was the time for the special menu. Waiting for a bit, a box finally landed on the middle of the table.
“Open it.” I ordered her. She gave me a suspiscious look before carefully opened it.
*gasp*
“And that is your answer.” I spoke. I knew what she was about to ask before our meal arrived.
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
Author POV.
“That was such a lovely story. I could see ladies in the venue look jelous at you both.”
Wedding day
The MC spoke. Taehyung give his signature smile. He isn’t shy about it. You can tell that he is bragging your story to the audience.
“And I told her about the letter. I still remembered how she was surprise and then her face flush. It was really cute.” The audience awe at him.
“Ok, we will now moving on to the surprise of tonight.” Taehyung glance at the MC. He remembers that the next thing is throwing the bouquet.
“You didn’t expect it, did you? Since you gave me such a surprise that day, I am going to give you one today.”
You look at your husband who look so lost. You chuckle at his expression before 2 staff step on stage with a gift. They then hand it to him and you wait for his reaction.
“Oh my god.” He looks shock when he tears off a wrapper. It was a sketch of him from the day you met him.
“So is this why you didn’t have any conversation with me or even look at me?” He smirks and teases you.
“There are more.”
The MC now hand him a box which is much smaller than the first gift. He shakes a few time after recieves them. When he know that isn’t going to help him to guess, he open the bow.
He gasp so do the aucience. His eyes filled up with tears. His hands are shaking. The MC take the little gift out of his hand and show it to the audience. The audience go wild. The cheering and whistling sound echo in the venue. You then grab the mic and speak.
“Congratulation my dear, you are going to be papa.”
Author note : This story was inspired by the story from a wedding of my friend’s cousin. Her cousin met his bride because he found her note. Their story then began. My friend told me the groom’s comment about the bride. “I thought the handwriting was beautiful. When I finally found the owner, she was more beautiful.” It sounded cheesy, but that was their story. I hope you enjoy this one. See you in the next os.
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Everywhere I Go (Ethan X MC)
Words count: 3 800
Warnings: none? I feel like this is absolutely harmless but if you find something worth warning, let me know please
Few weeks after making their relationship public, Ethan decides to take Chiara with him to Providence.
Set few weeks after the gala, so in the first half of Chapter 18 I guess?
Author’s note: This follows the Count Me In fic, so for the better experience, I recommend to read that first. However, if you don’t want to, it is readable as a one shot too. I love Alan Ramsey and I just want him to be happy okay? I kind of broke my own heart while thinking about how unfair life is towards him
“And that’s why my sister is not talking to me now,” Bryce ended his speech with his typical wide grin, shrugging carelessly as he finished eating his fries.
Both, Chiara and Elijah burst out into loud laugh, attracting the attention of every other person in the cafeteria. The story itself wouldn’t be that funny, however the way Bryce didn’t hesitate to give them a detailed description of Keiki’s face expressions caused happy tears to fall from Chiara’s eyes, as she couldn’t contain her giggles.
“Oh crap,” Chiara muttered when her ringing phone interrupted the cheerful atmosphere at the table. “It’s Ethan.”
“Calling as a doctor or as a booooyfriend?” Bryce teased her, gaining an eye roll from Chiara in return.
Before she picked her phone up, she checked her pager, making sure that Ethan didn’t try to get her attention through it without her noticing. It was greatly uncommon for him to call her while they were both working, especially when calling her meant talking about not-work-related topics.
“Hello?” she picked up at last, confusion audible in her voice.
“Rookie,” she could see Ethan nod at the other side of the line as he spoke. “Where are you? I wanted to talk to you.”
“Uhm, I am having lunch in the cafeteria with the boys. Why? Do you need me for something? You could’ve paged me.”
“It’s not about work. Just wait for me, okay? I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Without giving her a chance to ask more questions or even respond with an ‘okay’, Ethan hung up, leaving her terribly worried about his reasons to call her.
No matter how urgent their private issues seemed, they always managed to bring them home with them, to talk about it after their shifts. When they were at work, they were working. It was that simple for them, a rule that has hardly ever been broken.
“He called as a boyfriend,” she spoke finally, noticing how both, Bryce and Elijah were looking at her with their eyebrows raised. “He will stop by.”
Just as she said that, the door to the cafeteria opened and Ethan stopped just for a second, searching the room with his eyes for a sign of the young redhead he needed to see. Against his better judgement, he smiled as he finally spotted her, cheeks flushed from the laugh she has just had several minutes ago.
Chiara noticed how some residents and even one attending stared as Ethan crossed the room, obviously ignoring the fact that he was about to sit next to the woman he kissed at the gala few weeks ago. They stared with hearts in their eyes and wishful smiles at their faces and even if it was embarrassing to admit, Chiara knew that their expressions mirrored her own.
“Chiara I think you might be drooling,” Bryce whispered, causing Elijah to laugh loudly for the second time in ten minutes.
“Hey,” Ethan smiled softly at her as he sat down next to her and then nodded in boys’ direction. “Bryce, Elijah.”
“Well helloooo, my fav buddy,” Bryce grinned and patted Ethan’s shoulder enthusiastically. “How ya doin’?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Ethan muttered: “Lahela stop please”, while Chiara laughed, shaking her head.
“What has gotten into you today, Bryce? Do you need to replace a single ‘o’ with several annoying ‘oooo’s’ in every word?”
Shrugging carelessly again, Bryce opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Elijah put his arm on Bryce’s shoulder and gestured towards the door.
“I think we should go before you extend the list of people not talking to you.”
Even though unhappy with the suggestion, Bryce agreed and a minute later, Chiara and Ethan were left alone to discuss whatever Ethan came to discuss.
“So? What is bothering you?” Chiara asked openly.
“Nothing is bothering me,” Ethan replied, not quite looking at her, instead reaching for her hand on the table, interlacing their fingers together.
Chiara was aware of people observing them and of the fact that such gesture of affection would cause yet another wave of gossips in the hospital.
Ethan couldn’t care less about what would people say at this point. Ever since their kiss, people were talking about them and it didn’t really matter what Chiara and Ethan did or didn’t do.
They were holding hands now and so people would talk about Dr. Do-Not-Talk-To-Me being whipped. If they didn’t hold their hands, people would talk about troubles in paradise because ‘they didn’t even touch while talking’.
“I am going to visit my father in Providence this weekend.”
“Oh,” Chiara opened her mouth, not quite believing that he would look for her only to tell her that he would be gone for the weekend. “That’s great! It’s been some time since you last visited Providence, right? Two days out of Boston and with your dad, it will be good for you.”
“The thing is,” Ethan spoke, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “You have a free weekend and-“
“I think I do, let me check,” Chiara interrupted him, reaching for her phone to check her calendar.
“You do, I already checked.”
Or rather, I made sure that you would have a free weekend.
“However, I wanted to ask you if, by any chance, you would want to go to Providence with me? I mean, I survived the brunch thing with your friends and now I would like to introduce you to dad.”
“I have already met your father, Ethan,” Chiara laughed softly. “Several times.”
“Yes, but that was different. I would like to, well, introduce you as a… woman I am dating.”
His cheeks were deeply flushed at this point, his hands gently squeezing her in steady rhythm, trying to calm his own nerves down.
“I would like that very much,” she smiled at him. “Is your dad going to roast me the way my friends roasted you?”
Ethan laughed, truly and openly laughed and replied: “God I hope so.”
With a quick kiss on the top of Chiara’s head, he stood up as his pager went off, leaving her to finish her lunch with a smile on her lips.
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“Your dad know that I am coming with you, right?” Chiara asked nervously as she stepped out of Ethan’s car, looking at the house in front of her. It was painted in a light blue color, the bushes surrounding a path leading to the front door precisely trimmed.
“Of course. He texted me in the morning, saying that they were both looking forward to seeing you.”
“Both? Both who?” Chiara turned on her heels, her eyes wide with shock. Surely Louise wouldn’t be here today, would she? Her time in the rehab clinic wasn’t over yet.
“Dad and Jenner,” Ethan replied flatly, getting their bags out of the trunk.
A very audible sigh of relief left Chiara’s mouth at that, her mind instantly calming down at the picture of Ethan’s – or more Alan’s – dog. It would be their first meeting and Chiara was equally nervous about meeting Alan as Ethan’s girlfriend and meeting Jenner, knowing rather well that Jenner’s opinion mattered to Ethan more than opinions of most people.
Locking his car, Ethan took Chiara’s hand and led her to the front door, smiling down at her, all the tension that collected in his body for the past few weeks seemingly gone.
Ethan didn’t resemble the Dr. Ramsey at all at this moment, his form relaxed as he knocked on the door, quietly humming one of Frank Sinatra’s songs they listened to on their way here.
“Chiara, Ethan!” Alan smiled widely as he opened the door, letting them both come in. Before he could as much as hug Ethan, the ball of brown fur sprinted through the hall and as soon as Jenner spotted Ethan, he put both his front paws on Ethan’s torso, barking excitedly.
Chiara shook Alan’s hand and he kissed both her cheeks politely. “Lunch is almost ready,” he smiled and led her to the sunny living room, granting Ethan some time to catch up with his best friend.
Seated in a comfortable armchair, Chiara took her surrounding in while Alan left to the kitchen to make them a coffee. The room wasn’t big, the huge window dominating as it provided both, light coming into the room and a beautiful view to the garden.
Before Chiara could examine the photos on the top of fireplace, both Jenner and Ethan came to the room and it was her time to impress the dog.
“Hello there,” she smiled as she kneeled down, letting Jenner to sniff and then lick her palm. “What a good boy do we have here, hmmm? Yes, it’s you, of course it’s you.”
All the tension was gone at that point, Jenner happily licking not only her hands but also her neck and her face, Chiara laughing and rubbing his belly happily while Ethan stood by the fireplace, his arms crossed, smiling affectionately at the scene in front of him.
Seeing that his presence was no longer recognized, Ethan decided to help his dad to finish the lunch, hoping that maybe in their moment of privacy, he could make sure that there would be no embarrassing stories about his childhood shared today.
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It was all for nothing.
As soon as they finished eating and moved back to the living room to have their afternoon tea, Alan grinned at the two young doctors seated on the couch next to each other, Ethan’s arm casually hugging Chiara’s shoulders.
“So… dating, huh? How long?”
Ethan blushed and cleared his throat, thinking about the right answer. “Few weeks,” he replied after all.
“And unofficially?”
Chiara laughed at the question, the fact that Alan indeed knew his son both surprising and delighting her. Not wanting to make Ethan angry or uncomfortable, she decided not to answer that.
“Few weeks,” Ethan repeated, although it was obvious that not a single person in the room believed that. “The gala I’ve been telling you about the other day? That would be it.”
The mention of gala served them well, giving them a chance to talk about hospital for a long time, about the fact that it wouldn’t be saved anyway, about their work at free clinic.
They both intentionally avoided talking about the future, about what would happen when Edenbrook closes for real. Alan was polite enough not to ask.
Chiara was nervously waiting for Alan to start asking questions. After the trick her friends pulled on Ethan, she deserved to be interrogated by him. She was dating a respected doctor, famous diagnostician and a rich man after all. It was rather natural for his parents – well, his father – to make sure that she wasn’t using him.
I just need to be honest and everything will be fine.
The interrogation never came. Instead, when it looked like it would come, Alan asked her the question she hoped to hear.
“So, Chiara. I doubt Ethan has told you much about his childhood. Do you want to hear the stories of troublemaker Ethan? I have my two favorites.”
“Dad, you have to be kidding me,” Ethan muttered, squinting his eyes on the older man.
Next to him, Chiara jumped on the couch of excitement, nodding. “Yes, please. Tell me anything embarrassing. Anything. He like to pretend that such moments never happened in his life.”
“Do you remember our fish, Ethan?” Alan smiled mischievously at his son and from Ethan’s expression, he knew exactly what was about to come.
“I was six!” he exclaimed, crossing his arms at his chest.
“My brother came to visit us one summer,” Alan turned to Chiara, ignoring Ethan’s remarks about betrayal. “He used to smoke a lot back then, however me or Louise weren’t smoking and so there was no ashtray in this whole house. I found an old mason jar and gave it to him, so that he could use that instead. We didn’t throw the whole mason jar away the moment he left the house and Ethan took his chance. At the time, we had this huge aquarium here in the living room, full of fish. There were, like, fifty fish in it and as a six-year-old, we let Ethan feed them so that he would learn about being responsible. One day, I got back from work and almost all of the fish were dead. Really, maybe seven or eight survived. And I was so shocked because it’s not common thing to happen and I asked Ethan if he fed them that day and without a second thought, he said that he did feed them with the ash Uncle Thomas left here, because he wanted to see how they would react. I still remember him saying ‘It’s a pity they died. But at least we are left with the strongest ones now.’”
“He didn’t do that,” Chiara laughed and turned to Ethan, waiting for his reaction. The shrug of his shoulders confirming that the story she just heard was right. “Well, some things never change. Your strategy with interns is pretty similar.”
“Yet, here you are. That makes you one of the strongest ones, you know.”
She smiled at him softly, knowingly and turned back to Alan, greedy for more.
“My absolutely favorite is the one about Perrie McKingsley.”
Ethan’s eyes widened once again and he shook his head abruptly, looking at his father. “Dad, really, that won’t be necessary.”
“Okay now I have to hear it,” Chiara grinned wickedly.
“He was ten or eleven at the time, I can’t quite remember. It was my grandmother’s death anniversary and even though, as great-grandmother to Ethan, she wasn’t a big part of his life, he always agreed to go to the cemetery with me at the anniversary. That year was no exception and so we bought this beautiful bouquet and put it on the grave. Little did I know that the next day was Perrie McKingsley’s birthday – she was Ethan’s classmate and his first crush. Very nice girl indeed. Ethan wanted to impress her but was too shy to talk to me about it, about what he could give her as a present and so he came up with a genius idea. That morning, he left the house early and stopped at the cemetery on his way to school. He took the flowers we put on the grave the day before and gave them to the poor girl. He would never tell the truth, but I met Perrie’s mother two days after that and she told me how thoughtful it was of Ethan to get Perrie such beautiful bouquet.”
Chiara had to cover her mouth with her hand to tame all the loud sounds leaving it when Alan finished the story. Tears streaming down her face, she had troubles catching her breath between the laughing.
“Who would believe that you were such a gentleman, Ramsey,” she spoke finally when she calmed down. “The girl was very lucky.”
“I am glad you are having fun, Rookie,” Ethan said dryly, trying his hardest to maintain his poker face, even though the truth was that seeing his Chiara this happy and free of worries, laughing with his father while petting Jenner, it was a picture he wished to remember forever.
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The rest of the day was filled with small talks about Alan’s work and Jenner, about Chiara’s life back in San Francisco. Alan showed her all of Ethan’s photos, from the cute baby ones to the pretty awkward high school ones.
Ethan pretended to be annoyed by the fact that his dad and Chiara became such a good friends, finding their entertainment in Ethan’s suffering, however every time they were not looking, he was smiling like a fool, his chest full of this unfamiliar warm feeling.
He was asleep in his old room now and as much as Chiara tried to rest too, the sleep wouldn’t come to her.
She decided to get a water in the kitchen and give it another try later.
As she stepped downstairs, she was startled by the light coming out of the living room – it was past midnight.
“Chiara,” Alan smiled at her from the couch, the bottle of beer in his hand as he stared into the fire. “Troubles sleeping?”
She nodded and took a seat next to him, the water long forgotten.
“I was just thinking about Ethan,” Alan broke the silence, turning his eyes to her.
They were the same color as his son’s, the blue darker than the bright sky but brighter than the stormy one. His gaze was as intense too, as if he could see straight into her head, getting his answers without needing to ask questions.
The only difference was that his eyes were surrounded by happy wrinkles, the ones a person only gets when they smile too often.
Ethan’s wrinkled weren’t permanent around the corners of his eyes. He didn’t smile often enough. His signature wrinkles were the ones between his brows, the ones a person only gets when they worry too much.
“I am glad he’s found you, Chiara. I have never seen him so content. So in love.”
Chiara froze at his words. She froze at the ease he said them with.
“Oh, he’s… he’s not in love,” she laughed nervously. “He doesn’t believe in such things.”
“You are the first girl he has ever brought home with him,” Alan grinned. “Surely that speaks for itself.”
Shock overtaking her, Chiara forgot to close her mouth for a long moment.
“You are kidding. He is almost forty, I can’t be the first one.”
Alan laughed at her statement whole-heartedly, the sound so common for him and so rare to hear from his son.
“You are. And I know what he says, about me not really knowing him, but he is still my kid and I can assure you, he is so in love.” Alan took a deep breath, sipping his bear for a long moment. “The girl I was telling you about today, Perrie? She was his first crush, his first love, the first girl that made him blush when he spoke to her. The first to bring those ‘in-love’ sparks into his eyes. He was ten, a kid. The same kid he was at eleven, when Louise left. He’s never really gotten over that, over her leaving us and I don’t blame him. He was just a kid. The first time I have seen those sparks in his eyes, he was ten. The last time I have seen them, he was eleven. He was just a kid, he was just my baby son, when all those adult things happened to him and I blamed myself for so long that I couldn’t protect him from that hurt.”
Alan’s voice shook and he took another sip of his drink, steading himself so that he could finish his speech.
For the past twenty-six years, he has never said these words to anyone.
“I stopped believing that those would ever return. All the way through the high school, Ethan never even mentioned a girl. He avoided women, he didn’t trust them and who was I to change his mind? It was my wife leaving us after all. And then, in his med school he let it slip that there was a certain girl he was seeing, but talking about her didn’t bring those sparks into his eyes. He was twenty-three and he was less in love than a ten-year-old Ethan. There was something there when he told me about you for the first time, last year. His Rookie. I could see how his face lit up at the mention of you, how his lips turned up so slightly anyone but his father would miss it."
"He probably never mentioned it, but I was with Ethan two days before the gala and when he said that you two would go together to represent your team, that was when I saw those sparks again, Chiara. After twenty-seven years, I have seen my son’s eyes light up with the force only love could produce.”
Chiara was smiling and at the same time, she felt like crying.
Crying for a man Ethan could be, hadn’t he been broken.
Crying for Alan, losing his wife and his happy little boy at the same day.
“Ethan can be difficult, I know. But please, as his father and as a person who loves him more than he has ever loved anyone or anything, I beg you to be patient with him when things get difficult. Because you are the only person I have ever believed could make Ethan truly and unconditionally happy again.”
Chiara nodded, tears spilling down on her cheeks now and before she could do anything, Alan was hugging her.
“Goodnight, Chiara,” he smiled as he broke the hug. After wishing him a goodnight too, Chiara got back into the room Ethan was sleeping in and tried to get into the bed as quietly as possible.
“I am not sleeping,” Ethan muttered, turning to his side so that he could face her. With his curls disheveled around his head and sleepy eyes, he looked so much younger it almost surprised Chiara. “I’ve heard voices from downstairs.”
“Yes, I’ve been talking to your dad,” she whispered softly, deciding whether she should tell him the truth or not. Almost immediately, she decided to keep her conversation with Alan to herself. “There were many more embarrassing stories to be told, you know.”
“I don’t get how, no matter who we are with, I end up to be the embarrassed one. All the time. I was thinking about inviting Naveen over for dinner later this week, but I am strongly reconsidering now.”
“Oh my God, yes, that’s totally happening. Awkward intern Ethan, that would be my new favorite thing.”
“I have never been an awkward intern.”
“I think Naveen will be the judge of that,” she smirked, rolling Ethan on his back so that she could straddle him. He groaned at the idea of Naveen telling Chiara yet another story about his past. “Well, it’s not my fault that you are so embarrassable, Ethan.”
“That’s not even a word, Ray.”
“Uhm, it just left my mouth, so I guess it is now. I will text Naveen myself in the morning.”
She leaned down to kiss him, his hot body and soft lips making her mind race into dangerous territory.
“Don’t worry, once we visit my mom and sister, you will be satisfied. I bet Alicia has already my TOP 5 awkward moments written and ready to be shared,” she murmured between the kissed.
Ethan chuckled at that and biting her earlobe softly, he whispered: “I am booking the tickets to San Francisco right now.”
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Why Chapter 39 of My Immortal was due to an actual hacker
After considering some findings, I’m confident in this theory. And thus, I’m confident anyone who claims to be Tara Gilesbie while claiming the hacked chapter was faked is not being honest. Below I will explain why I believe so and how I came across this information in the first place.
All this was from a long chain of breadcrumbs. Let’s go back... all to the mid 2000s in the LiveJournal days when Tara Gilesbie had a dedicated fan club.
The Tara Gilesbie Fan Club
One thing that particularly stuck out was members mentioning finding Tara through IMDb. Yes, you heard right.
[ID: Two comments on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club LiveJournal.
The first is from ‘golden_helikaon’ on 2008-01-19 writing, “I found it on the Order of the Phoenix IMDb board. There were several long threads dedicated to ripping her apart with every new chapter.”
The second comment is from ‘heartdreamerz’ on 2008-01-20 writing, “It was almost 2 years ago and I've told this story many times. I knew Tara a month before My Immortal was published. It was on IMDb's board for My Chemical Romance. When the story came out I knew about it but didn't pay attention because I wasn't into HP at the moment. Then, like icarus_malfoy wrote, there were the threads about her and that's when my interest started. There were also another troll on the His Dark Materials...” (Image cuts off.) End ID.]
According to this, Tara Gilesbie was already tyrannizing the internet before she posted My Immortal. This actually is very consistent with the fact “Tara Gliesbie is totlly Gottik” was a petition that existed in November 2005. (My Immortal was posted in March 2006.)
This IMDb profile seemed very intriguing. It hasn’t been mentioned much, and isn’t considered to be official by most people. Was it a legitimate account? If so, was there gothicness we were deprived of all along? I searched to try find out more about it, hoping screen captures or something would turn up. Luckily, one of the same members copied and pasted Tara’s bio in another comment.
[ID: A comment on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club LiveJournal by ‘heartdreamerz’ on 2007-05-05 writing, “All her posts are deleted now. I can still visit her profile because she's on my friend list. Her bio:
‘hi im tara. im a goth (n prode!). i have died blak hair n blu eyez. i wer eyeliner a lot of da time. i hav a bf. his naym is justin. he rox! i liv in Dubia.
likz: eyliner, goffik makep, beng goffik, GOOD CHRALOTTE, death, sleting my rists, drak colorz, hot topik _
dizliks: beng alive, bo, pop music, brite colors, pink, brabie, hiraly doof da music i lik: linen prak, GOOD CHRELOTE, evinezenz, simpl plan, akon, arvil levine, blink-183, panik! at da disko, foll oot boi, mcr. HIRALY DOOF IS A PSR!
fav moviez: when a stranger kallz, da grudge, da grudge 2, korps bird, da nitemare b4 krismas, da ring 2, da ring, shrak attak, undreworld 2, da texas chonsow massakre da bogenning
ps 2 all da prepz nd pozers tryin 2 diz me u r jus jeloz!!!! so yolsentik nd hartdremer u kan go fok ur momz 4 al i ker ok U SUK!!!111′
I feel so special to be personally insulted by her on her profile.” End ID.]
People like to copy & paste things stupid things to laugh at all the time (no offense Tara), so I thought: why not Google some of the bio? Maybe whoever did that posted additional stuff.
And it worked! (I found more content from Tara’s supposed IMDb, but more on that for a different post.)
When searching the bio, a Reddit thread about Rose Christo popped up.
During Rose Christo’s brief reign, a user said Rose’s claims seemed to check out. This user actually happens to be the same commenter, Heartdreamerz, in the LiveJournal thread. (Which makes sense, considering she’s the one who originally had the bio I was searching.)
If you don’t feel like clicking the Reddit link, basically she confirmed Rose’s claim that two Filipino users from the forums hacked the account.
Because of Heartdreamerz’ long involvement in My Immortal and the fact she never claimed to be Tara or Raven, I take a lot of trust in her word.
Heartdreamerz linked the FF.net profile of the original hacker: Coruscate Corruption.
Looking up “Coruscate Corruption” had me come across this from the LiveJournal fan club, which implies that there were two hackers.
[ID: post on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club Livejournal by 'nicespice' on Dec. 28th, 2006, writing, “Just a little thing I drabbled down. Hope it's not too horrible. What do you think?
There is an evil on FF.net and All who encounters it feels their Respiratory system give out And become too scared to scream. Gruesome, it is. The anti-christ fanfiction, My Immortal, written by a total idiot. Does she Leave you to cry tears of blood, because I have before. EarnestInBerlin and Coruscate Corruption, the hackers, Sought to bring My Immortal redemption. Too Bad the real Tara had to come back so soon to ruin the fun. I wish she had at least continued her story, I look at her fic Everytime I go online, wishing she'd just update so I could laugh at... Tara Gilesbie." End ID.]
While searching “Coruscate Corruption”, a few posts popped up from a forum for The Bartimaeus Sequence called Bartiforums.
[ID: Two images showing 3 forum posts by Mwamba.
The first post was a reply to, "Mwamba, how did you crack both passys? Just guessing or what?"
On December 8th 2006, Mwamba replied, "Tara's was just pure luck. It didn't take long to get. The password was tara. *snorts* Post's was just guessing too, but I remembered when his passy was cracked on here, so I tried out the same password. It worked. Oh yeah, and I wrote a fanfic for Post, it's a rip off of Tara's story, but meh.”
The last two posts were made on January 14th, 2007. The second post wrote, "It was me. I had complete control for two days. And then EarnestInBerlin had to hack in too and change the password. But then she told what it was and then the real Tara had to come back and rechange her passy so nobody could get in. But that's old news. That account is most certainly not mine. I could not continue that fic for 39 chapters, I'd get bored after the first fifteen.”
The third post wrote, “*Shrug* It doesn't matter. Call me whatever. Though if I have to pick, I suppose you can call me by my FF.net name, Coruscate Corruption. What book category are you writing this fic in? Just curious.” End ID.]
Chapter 39 was posted late November 2006, so that first post was only a few weeks after it happened.
The password was “tara”... does that ring a bell at all?
[ID: A screencap from Rose Christo’s now-deleted blog. It says, “And My Immortal? You can come to your own conclusions. This was really never about the fic; it was the marketing team at SMP that decided to make My Immortal the main part of the story. Our email address was [email protected] and our password was tara.” End ID.]
-- Rose Christo’s claim before deleting
You may be asking, “Rose Christo? The woman who lied about her family, being Native American, and writing My Immortal to sell a book?” Yes, that Rose Christo. Yes, she was a fraud and a scammer, but she peppered in some little-known true details to make her claim seem more legit. For instance, she talked about a Voldemort rper in the reviews, and that ended up being true. You can actually find this Voldemort reviewer in the web archives of Raven’s stories. (Apparently, that Voldemort even came out and said “hey, that’s me!” Cannot find it unfortunately.)
Keep in mind the only way I found any of this was because Rose Christo made that claim. Without it, Heartdreamerz wouldn’t have made that post that led to Coruscate Corruption and those posts on Bartiforums. It’s possible Rose somehow came across the same information I did, but it’s more likely she was there. Rose Christo may not be the author of My Immortal, but it was likely she was a spectator as it all went down. (As I was a spectator for Rose’s ordeal when it all went down.)
Since it was said the hackers posted on the fanfiction forums, I sought to find it by searching “Tara”, “My Immortal”, etc. on FFnet’s search. The posts are unfortunately long gone, but there is a surviving forum called “My Immortal Forum Tara Gilesbie is a genius!”
[ID: A screencap of “My Immortal Forum Tara Gilesbie is a genius!” from Fanfiction net. Someone named Ebony Dark’ness wrote, “I have personally logged on to Tara’s account when her password was revealed after she got hacked.” End ID.]
TL;DR: Multiple, separate people made consistent claims over the span of years. Because of this, I personally believe Tara’s account was legitimately hacked.
(Sources/links will be added in a reblog.)
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Luck of the Universe (Spencer Reid Screenplay)
Season 9 Reid deserves more recognition. Definitely one of my fav looks/seasons. So I wrote about it :)
Summary: Years after Spencer saves Maggie’s life, they reunite unexpectedly. Maggie thinks it’s fate; Spencer does not. She challenges him and says they’ll meet again, even without intending to. They do meet again, but not under favorable circumstances. Maggie’s life is in danger and Spencer must save her . . . again.
Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Category: Angst, Fluff, Screenplay
Content Warning: Profanity, pregnancy, miscarriage, abduction, violence, death
Word Count: 10.5k
DISCLAIMER: This was originally a screenplay but was adapted to have a more cohesive appearance on Tumblr.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Spencer Reid sits outside a cafe to enjoy his beachside view from a coffee shop. Foreign to California’s sun, Spencer has aloe and sunscreen packed with him. He even wears sunglasses wherever he goes. While he patiently waits for the arrival of his coffee, he reads The Narrative of John Smith. The exact copy that Maeve gave him over a year ago.
Serving his coffee is Maggie. This event will single handedly change both of their lives forever.
MAGGIE: Let me know if I can get you anything else.
As she sets down the cup, Reid thanks her, and out of politeness, he tilts his head forward ever so slightly so that his glasses will shift to the bridge of his nose. This way she can see his eyes. And when she does see his eyes, they are so familiar to her, but she can’t place where she remembers them from. Spencer notices her looking at him.
MAGGIE: Oh sorry, you just looked really familiar.
SPENCER: Actually we have met before. I’m the agent that, um, saved you.
Maggie stands there for a moment in complete disbelief.
MAGGIE: Oh my God, yes! No, I totally remember you now. Wow. Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner I’m -
SPENCER: Maggie.
Maggie peers down at her name tag and gives him a funny look.
SPENCER: No, I genuinely do remember you, and I didn’t just read your name tag. Um I have what’s called an eidetic memory. I’m able to recall things with high precision, even if it was a brief period of time on one occasion.
MAGGIE: Really? That’s incredible. I wish I could say the same. All I could remember after being resuscitated was your eyes. I meant to thank you, by the way, for saving me, but at the time I was too in shock. I went to the police department the next day trying to find you, but you weren’t there. And as it turns out, it’s not so easy searching for a pair of hazel eyes.
Spencer smiles.
SPENCER: I’m Dr. Spencer Reid. I’m a Supervisory Special Agent with the Behavior Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia.
Hearing his name completely changes her. She says it to herself in disbelief. For years she’s wondered who he was, and now she knows.
MAGGIE: So what brings you back to California?
SPENCER: We finished a case here earlier. I’m just killing time until I go back by reading.
MAGGIE: May I?
Maggie extends her hand to ask for the book politely. Spencer hands it to Maggie. She recognizes it almost immediately.
MAGGIE: Oh, I love Arthur Conan Doyle. This is just one of those novels I wish I could read again for the first time.
Spencer doesn’t respond, he’s just so enamored by the way she thinks and speaks. She misinterprets his silence as a sign that he’d rather not keep talking.
MAGGIE: I should probably let you get back to reading. I wouldn’t want to keep you from the opinionated Everyman John Smith. I hope you have a safe travel home.
Maggie begins to get up from her chair.
SPENCER: Wait um, I don’t normally ask this, but I still have a few hours until my flight and I’d really love to keep talking with you so do you think maybe we could go somewhere or -
MAGGIE: I would love to, but I’m working until the closing shift tonight.
SPENCER: Oh okay.
Maggie is conflicted. Against her better judgement, she agrees.
MAGGIE: You know what? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.
Excitement rises in Spencer. When Maggie goes into the coffee shop, he tries to contain himself. He fixes his hair and straightens out his cardigan and tie. Maggie comes back out.
MAGGIE: Ever been to the pier?
. . .
Maggie and Spencer are looking out onto the ocean from the pier. It’s one of the rare times that they aren’t being swallowed by a huge crowd. It’s just them, a few other people, and the sunset. An ocean breeze blows through, making Maggie shiver and bump into Spencer.
MAGGIE: My bad. Sorry.
SPENCER: Do you want my -
MAGGIE: No, no I’m fine.
Spencer ignores her statement and drapes his cardigan around her. Though she would never admit it, it sort of smells like him - and it’s the most comforting smell in the world.
MAGGIE: It’s beautiful isn’t it?
Maggie says while looking out to the sunset.
SPENCER: Yeah, it is.
He says while looking at her.
After a couple seconds, she notices him staring, looks at him, smiles, and nudges him.
MAGGIE: It’s getting late. We should head back.
Spencer follows close behind as Maggie leads the way.
MAGGIE: I wish we could’ve hung out longer, but I don’t want to leave Tony running the shop alone for too long and I wouldn’t want you to miss your flight.
SPENCER: For what it’s worth, I enjoyed the little time we did spend together.
MAGGIE: I did, too.
SPENCER: So maybe, when I’m back here, we could make plans.
MAGGIE: I’ll look forward to your return then.
Maggie and Spencer walk a little longer in a comfortable silence, until finally they’re back at the coffee shop.
MAGGIE: Do you have a pen?
Spencer hesitates for a moment, but ultimately, has to place his hand on Maggie’s hip to retrieve the pen inside the pocket. This gesture startles her and causes her to remember that she was wearing his cardigan.
MAGGIE: Oh sorry, I forgot that I was wearing this.
SPENCER: No keep it. It looks better on you anyway. Consider it an early birthday gift. September 8 right?
MAGGIE: How did you- Oh right. Eidetic memory.
Spencer hands her the pen and Maggie reaches for a napkin from the table and writes her number on it.
MAGGIE: So if you’re ever insanely bored at 3 a.m. or you’re not busy saving someone’s life, call me.
Spencer takes the napkin.
SPENCER: Will do.
He tries to mask how excited he really is.
Maggie heads back inside, but stops herself at the door. She turns back to Spencer.
MAGGIE: (genuinely asking) Do you know how often people reconnect without intending to after years of not seeing each other?
SPENCER: Not very often I suppose.
MAGGIE: This could very well just be a huge coincidence, but it really feels like some luck of the universe that I’m talking to you right now. And I think we’ll be seeing each other soon again.
Spencer’s intrigued. As a doctor, he’s pragmatic. Romantic notions such as destiny and luck - he wasn’t a believer of. Even God, he was skeptical of. But he wanted to see Maggie again, even if that meant he had to agree that it was fate after all.
SPENCER: And if we don’t?
Maggie pauses to answer his question.
MAGGIE: Then we will eventually.
Before Maggie opens the door, she notices Spencer pulling money out of his pocket to pay for his coffee. She stops him.
MAGGIE: It’s on the house.
She says with a small smile that’s returned with a grin that creeps upon Spencer’s face. When she fully enters the cafe, Spencer is left alone with his thoughts.
. . .
It’s the next day. The BAU is seated at the round table. Penelope is presenting the case. Reid’s momentarily distracted. He plays with the napkin in his book. It’s the napkin with Maggie’s number on it. His fixation lasts for so long that he misses the presentation entirely. It’s only when JJ asks him a question directly does he tune in and snap out of his trance.
REID: What was the question?
Reid shifts in his seat uncomfortably and tries to hide his confusion by opening up the case file.
ROSSI: You’ve been awfully quiet this morning. A little too quiet. Care to share?
REID: Nothing. Just thinking.
He’s lying and they all know it. The team exchanges suspicious glances.
REID: Sorry, Garcia, could you repeat it one more time?
GARCIA: Why of course! Anything for you, Boy Wonder. A week ago, Brynn Dryer disappeared from her home late at night. 48 hours after she was reported missing, a couple jogging past a lake found her body. In the M.E’s report, there was a terrifyingly large amount of evidence that she was brutally beaten and clubbed. The official C.O.D was blunt force trauma to the head and the lake was nothing more than a disposal site. Less than a day later, Eliza O’ Hara went missing after someone invaded her home. Yesterday local P.D found her in the middle of a field by the highway. Same M.O. The police department is anticipating that when you land, another girl will go missing.
Spencer notices something.
REID: Wait, can you put their pictures side by side?
Garcia does so. Spencer makes a connection.
JJ: What is it, Spence?
REID: The similarities between the two victims are uncanny. Notice the eye color, skin tone, hair style, even down to the freckles they have.
BLAKE: Alright so he’s got an aggression toward brown eyed, tan brunettes with bangs and freckles.
ROSSI: And I have an aggression toward telemarketers but you don’t see me clubbing them to death.
HOTCH: The cooling off period between kills is getting shorter. He’s escalating and we’re going to put a stop to this before he hits his stride. Garcia, you’re coming with us. Wheels up in 30.
The team is leaving the round table.
. . .
The team is on the flight.
HOTCH: JJ, as soon as we land, I need you setting up a press conference to let the women in the area know to be vigilant. After that, we’ll interview the family’s of Eliza and Brynn. I need Blake and Reid working on the geographical profile. Dave, you and Morgan will take a closer look at the bodies and see if you can’t gather more information. And Garcia,
GARCIA: Yes, sir?
HOTCH: Find as many more connections between these women as you can, and contact any other women who fit the victimology.
GARCIA: Yes, sir.
ROSSI: Apparently, it'll be 101 degrees when we land. Remind me again why people live in California?
Reid perks up. He didn’t even know he was going back to California. But now that he does, he’s even more on edge.
. . .
Reid works on the geographical profile, while Blake assists from her chair. There’s something off about Reid, and she’s about to find out what.
BLAKE: Hey, you alright, Reid? You seem like you’re a million miles away.
Reid stops working on the map. He turns around to face Blake.
REID: I met this girl yesterday. She was actually a former victim I resuscitated. And before I left, she said she had a feeling we would see each other again soon.
Spencer pauses and purses his lips.
SPENCER: She looks just like the other victims.
BLAKE: So you’re worried that when you see her again, it’ll be because of this case.
REID: Do . . . do you think I could call her? To let her know.
BLAKE: I’m not saying I wouldn’t want to break the rules if I were you, but I can’t, in good conscience, advise you to let her know what’s happening. By doing so, you’re giving her an advantage other people don’t have. If she tunes into JJ’s press conference, I’m sure she’ll be safe.
REID: I thought Maeve was gonna be safe too. Look how that turned out.
Blake is at a loss for words. Here she is, the linguist, and yet she can’t find the right words to tell Reid to comfort him.
. . .
JJ sits beside Garcia as Garcia sets up her system.
JJ: Spence has been acting really weird today.
GARCIA: So it’s not just me! I knew something must’ve been wrong because earlier on the flight, I asked if he wanted to play online chess with me and he said no. Can you believe that? I know he’s all anti-tech and everything, but he’s never passed up a game of chess. So that’s why I’ve already done some digging.
JJ gives Garcia the face of “You shouldn’t have done that.”
GARCIA: Okay, but before you say I shouldn’t have, you should see this.
Garcia pulls up a small window on her computer to show to JJ. JJ is shocked.
JJ: A three hour call with his mom last night? Could’ve just been his regular check in.
GARCIA: See that’s what I thought, too, but look.
Garcia scrolls further up the call list.
JJ: He hasn’t called his mom in months.
GARCIA: We all know Reid tells everything to his mom. Something must’ve happened yesterday.
Unbeknownst to Garcia and JJ, Reid walks in.
REID: Hey, guys - what’re you looking at?
It’s too late now. Reid’s already seen it.
REID: You’re keeping tabs on me now? How long have you been monitoring me? Huh?
Anger possesses Reid.
GARCIA: Just since this morning. I only looked at your call history briefly.
REID: Unbelievable.
JJ: We were just worried about you. We all are. There’s obviously something going on.
REID: So then ask me about it. Ever thought of that?
JJ: We’re sorry.
REID: Yeah no, I’m fine, thanks for asking.
Reid storms off from JJ and Garcia.
. . .
Hotch, Rossi, and Morgan all meet Garcia, JJ, and Blake before delivering the profile. Spencer’s missing.
MORGAN: Where’s Pretty boy?
BLAKE: I thought he was going to talk to Jennifer and Garcia.
GARCIA: He did, but something happened . . . he was upset and left. I thought maybe he went back to working on the geo-profile.
HOTCH: Garcia, when did you last speak to him?
GARCIA: Oh, I don’t know, sir, um, maybe fifteen minutes ago?
HOTCH: Morgan, go find Reid. We’ll deliver the profile.
MORGAN: Where should I be looking?
BLAKE: He went to a coffee shop yesterday. I’m not sure which one, but it’s a start.
. . .
Reid is frantically entering the coffee shop. He scans the room for Maggie but doesn’t see her.
TONY: Hey, what can I get for you?
SPENCER: Is Maggie here?
TONY: Who’s asking?
SPENCER: (flashing his badge) I’m Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI. Let me ask you again, where’s Maggie?
TONY: Didn’t show up today.
SPENCER: Did she call in sick?
TONY: Nope.
SPENCER: When was the last time you saw her?
TONY: Last night when we were working the closing shift.
SPENCER: Do you know how she got home?
TONY: She walked. I tried to offer her a ride, but she said she likes to walk. Something about clearing the mind.
SPENCER: Did she walk alone?
TONY: Mhm.
Spencer’s mind swirls. He is living his worst nightmare all over again. When he turns around and sees Derek pulling up. Reid rushes out of the coffee shop and hops into the passenger seat immediately. Derek doesn’t even question it.
REID: Drive. I need Garcia on the phone.
Derek dials her.
GARCIA: Did you find Rei-
REID: (cutting her off) Garcia, I need you to look up Magnolia Tate. Get me her address.
MORGAN: What is it, Reid?
REID: She didn’t show up to work today. Her coworker said the last time he saw her was when she was walking home. She fits the victimology. Garcia, the address?
GARCIA: 178 Citrus Boulevard. Be safe.
REID: Thank you, Garcia.
GARCIA: Of course. And, Reid?
REID: Yeah?
GARCIA: I’m really super-duper sorry about earlier.
REID: It’s fine. I know you guys were just looking out for me.
Reid can sense Garcia smiling through the phone so he promptly hangs up knowing their business is resolved.
MORGAN: Reid, there is a good chance this could just be a coincidence.
REID: I’m telling you - nothing with this girl is just a coincidence.
MORGAN: Well, have you called her yet?
REID: No.
MORGAN: Then call her now, Reid.
REID: I can’t.
MORGAN: Yes, you can.
REID: I can’t.
MORGAN: Why not?
REID: I’m scared that if I call her, I won’t be able to stop, and I’ll want to keep talking to her, but I can’t do that. Not when I know what it’s like loving something death can touch.
MORGAN: Is this about Maeve?
REID: It’s always about Maeve! Morgan, I watched her die in front of me. And just knowing that right now I could be in the same position -
MORGAN: Listen, I know how guilty you feel about Maeve. Man, I feel guilty about her, too, but you gotta understand that if this is connected to our case, you’re gonna save her. Trust me on this.
REID: Yeah, okay.
MORGAN: So how do you two know each other?
REID: She was actually a previous victim of ours. Nearly a decade ago, I performed CPR after her ex-boyfriend pushed her off the boat, bound and gagged. They were out on the lake watching the Fourth of July firework show, but a witness recognized her from the news, which ultimately saved her life. Prior to that, he killed practically all of her next of kin because he believed they were responsible for the restraining order she filed against him.
MORGAN: Why’d he risk taking her out in public?
REID: He was recreating their first date. How do you not remember this?
MORGAN: Actually, now that you mention it, I do remember the case. Cause you made that stupid joke that he was trying to reignite a spark.
Reid makes an offended/sad face. Morgan smiles.
REID: You know, taking into consideration how much emotional trauma we’ve been through combined, there is a very real possibility that our relationship would be, for lack of a better word, doomed. She has no parents, my mom has schizophrenia. We’ve both been held hostage. I’ve been hospitalized, and she’s potentially been abducted for a second time.
MORGAN: Seems like the perfect fit to me.
REID: I’m being serious.
MORGAN: I am, too.
REID: Statistically, 40% of all long distance relationships end up failing in some way, including relationships where the partners are married. And of that 40%, 70% of these failures occur because of unplanned circumstances that happen to one of the participants in a relationship. Unplanned circumstances are practically a part of our line of work. Not to mention, most long distance relationships survive on two in-person visits per month. But relying on getting two cases in California per month is completely unrealistic.
MORGAN: Kid, you can give me all the statistics and numbers to convince me why you shouldn’t be together, but the one thing you haven’t said is that you don’t like her.
REID: Fine, I don’t like her.
MORGAN: Then why am I driving to her house?
Reid pauses, not ready to admit he’s wrong.
REID: Because this could be a lead on the case.
MORGAN: Whatever you say, Pretty Boy.
After a long period of time, Reid finally speaks.
REID: At first, I only noticed her because she looked like Maeve. Even when we were talking, it felt like I was talking to Maeve again. But then, she surprised me. She said that seeing me again felt like a “luck of the universe.” That’s when I realized, she’s not a girl who reminds me of Maeve. She’s her own person. She’s Maggie.
MORGAN: See that wasn’t so hard now was it?
REID: I will crush you.
. . .
Morgan and Reid are walking up the flight of stairs to get to Maggie’s apartment.
MORGAN: Remind me again of the plan. Because realistically, she could just be playing hooky or be out somewhere else.
REID: Once we get to her apartment, if she’s not there, I’ll call.
MORGAN: Have we thought about what we’re gonna say if she is there? Oh sorry ma’am, we thought you were kidnapped.
REID: I’ll figure it out.
Reid and Morgan are in her hallway. Morgan knocks on her door, but the door moves when he knocks on it. It’s open. Morgan and Reid exchange glances. Morgan reaches for his gun as he cautiously opens the door wider to enter. When they do, there’s no one inside. But there was an obvious sign of a struggle. A glass vase has been smashed.
REID: Call Hotch. I’ll call her.
Morgan goes to the side to let Hotch know.
REID: (to himself) Please pick up. Please pick up.
MAGGIE: (her voicemail) Hey, it’s Mags. Sorry I couldn’t get to the phone right now, but if you leave a message I’ll call you back when I can.
Hearing Maggie’s voice almost makes him want to break down in tears, but he composes himself.
MORGAN: Reid, we gotta go. Garcia found something.
. . .
Hotch, JJ, Blake, Rossi, and Garcia are all together in the conference room while on the phone with Reid and Morgan.
MORGAN: What’d you find, Baby Girl?
GARCIA: Well after doing some digging, I unearthed Marcus Linden and Toby Forthword. Who are they you may ask? Good question. They are Eliza O’Hara and Brynn Dryer’s sons. And you’re probably thinking, they have children? Yes indeedio they do. The reason I didn’t find this earlier was because when Brynn and Eliza were teen moms, they set up closed adoptions for their sons before they were born. I’ve been trying to find any contact they might’ve made with the agency or their kids since the adoptions, but I haven’t been able to. I thought that was weird, but I started searching for other women that fit the criteria, and would you believe - there was one.
The pause Garcia takes before saying it, tells Reid it’s Maggie.
GARCIA: Magnolia Tate.
Reid is at a loss for words. His mind is trying to wrap about what he’s hearing, but it’s all so much.
HOTCH: Could you find any more connections?
GARCIA: A week before the abductions, all three of them went to a clinic for women who were pregnant or planning to be.
Reid bites his lips as he tries to grasp it all.
REID: Is she pregnant?
All of them know who he’s referring to.
JJ: Spence . . . they all were.
If Reid’s jaw could be on the floor, it would. Even Morgan winced as JJ revealed the news. A moment of silence falls over the group as they all feel for Spencer. Hotch is the first to speak after nearly a minute of not.
HOTCH: Apply those precedents to teen mothers in the early 2000s and cross it with women that gave birth to sons who ended up in the system instead of being adopted.
MORGAN: Baby girl, look at kids that are around 18-20 now. He would’ve been recently freed from the system. He’ll most likely have a history of anger management issues or disciplinary issues.
ROSSI: The mother might also be recently deceased.
JJ: There’s your stressor.
BLAKE: With the death of his biological mother, he wouldn’t get the answers he wanted. He’d look for them from the women that his mother is similar to. Brynn, Eliza, and Magnolia all serve as surrogates. Garcia, he’d be aiming to work in the system. Not only would he want to prevent other kids from going through what he did, but it would also explain how he found them.
JJ: You know the fact that all three women were pregnant could account for his anger. To him, that’s the ultimate form of betrayal. Giving their son up, only to have another child in the future to keep.
GARCIA: Got it.
Spencer is still trying to process. He stays quiet as he fiddles with the napkin. It almost appears as though he might tear it.
. . .
Maggie’s balled up in a corner, hugging her knees. She’s badly beaten. She’s bleeding, her eyes are swollen from crying and she’s looking down at her stomach. The unsub is standing, watching this.
UNSUB: Don’t cry, Magnolia. I wouldn’t have done that if you just answered me.
MAGGIE: You killed my baby!
UNSUB: And I’ll do more if you don’t answer me!
MAGGIE: Please . . . I can’t give you the answers you want. I’m not your mother.
UNSUB: If you don’t answer me, I’ll hurt your little boy. I’ve been watching him very closely. His name is Elijah Martin, cute kid by the way. Quite the over-achieving 12 year old. He’s in soccer and track and field. Wanna see his school picture?
Maggie closes her eyes and turns her head so she doesn’t have to see.
UNSUB: See, Magnolia, what you’re going through right now, is only a fraction of what I had to go through in my foster homes. I was tortured, bullied, abused. All because that old hag didn’t want to make the sacrifice to be a mother. So answer me this, how could you give him up?
MAGGIE: I may not have made the sacrifice to be a mother, but I did make a sacrifice the day I chose not to be his. I wanted to keep him. I cried when I watched him leave with that other family. But I couldn’t be the mother he needed.
UNSUB: Why haven’t you called him? Or tried to get him back?
MAGGIE: Reaching out would’ve done more harm than good. Not knowing who I am, or who his father was, meant that we could never stand in the way of his future. He can reach his fullest potential - free of mine or Charlie’s hindrance.
The unsub understands Maggie. She’s gotten through to him. But he still carries anger. He groans in frustration and grabs Maggie by the collar of her shirt.
UNSUB: We’re gonna take a little trip.
. . .
The BAU is at the local Police Department. Garcia is reading to them what she’s found.
GARCIA: I know a textbook serial killer when I see one. His name is Ray Lewis-Fernandez. Throughout his time in foster care, he was a troublemaker. He never stayed for more than a month in a group home. Quite a Dennis the Menace, according to his foster families. It also says here that he got caught on multiple occasions trying to get his file so he could find his mother. Her name was Shawna Heights, and I say “was” because she passed away exactly two weeks before he was emancipated.
MORGAN: So this guy is finally able to find his mother on his own, only to realize he missed her by two weeks.
GARCIA: Talk about bad luck. But that isn’t even the worst of it. If Ray did do some digging after his emancipation, he would’ve discovered that Shawna had two sons and a daughter only a few years after he was born.
JJ: Did he try to contact them?
GARCIA: No, but that’s the surprising part. I profiled him wanting to reach out and be one big ol’ happy family, but then I remembered I’m not a profiler.
REID: Wait, that might actually be it.
Everyone is shocked to hear Spencer speak up.
GARCIA: Wait, I’m right?
REID: Foster families mentioned he’d been trying to find his mother but at the core of its meaning - he’s trying to find family. If his mission is to find family, he wouldn’t stay away unless he had to. Garcia, check if there’s a restraining order on Ray.
GARCIA: Bingo, Boy Wonder! Malcolm, Shawna’s husband, filed it against him just days after Shawna’s funeral.
REID: The restraining order means he can’t come within a certain distance of the kids, right? So he wouldn’t risk it all just to have lunch with them or send a letter. Think about it - high risk, high reward. Ray would only violate the order, if he could have them completely. But in order to not get caught, he’ll use maternal figures to lure them. They just lost their mother and seeing or talking to someone so similar to Shawna would make them that much more susceptible. But Brynn and Eliza are both mothers who have given up their sons. This means they know what inadequate guardians look like. They’re aware the kids are better off with Malcolm, and they won’t be responsible for abducting them and placing them under Ray’s care. It would completely go against their own reasoning for giving away their children. Their refusal to help him execute the plan angers him to the point of murder. He isn’t just killing because they’re surrogates for his rage, but because they refuse to help him achieve his goal.
ROSSI: The kids are his endgame.
BLAKE: All he’s wanted is a family. Now that he knows he has one that hasn’t already betrayed him, he’ll stop at nothing to have them.
HOTCH: What’s the address, Garcia?
GARCIA: Already sent it, sir.
The BAU rushes out of the conference room.
. . .
Maggie and Ray are sitting in his car. They’re watching the three children play - staking them out. Malcolm - their father, is nowhere to be seen. We’re to assume he’s at work while they’re at home.
RAY: You see the boy with the red hoodie? That’s Malcolm Jr. He’s the oldest. Same age as your boy. Then Evan is the middle child. He’s eight. But the baby - she’s my favorite. Her name is Ariel cause of her red hair. She’s six.
Maggie smiles for a split second before frowning.
MAGGIE: You don’t have to do this.
RAY: And I’m not. Because you will.
Maggie breaks her gaze from the children to look at Ray with shock.
MAGGIE: No, no, no I’m not kidnapping them. I won’t do it.
Ray retrieves his gun and points it at her stomach.
RAY: You had a chance to have your family with Elijah. But you gave him up. Now that I have a chance, you’re gonna help me.
MAGGIE: What if I don’t?
RAY: You’re smart. Figure it out.
MAGGIE: I will not be taunted with death if I don’t help you take someone else’s babies away. So go ahead, kill me. I’ve got nothing left to live for anyway.
A gunshot.
Standing in front of the car, is Malcom with his shotgun. The windshield is shattered by a single bullet that penetrated it. Malcolm fired a shot right through Ray’s head. Maggie is alive and in complete and total shock. Once Malcolm knows he’s dead he rushes to her door to help her.
MALCOM: You have to unlock it.
Maggie is forced to reach over Ray’s dead body and unlock the car. When she does, Malcolm helps her exit the vehicle. Maggie’s seen putting pressure on her stomach to stop the bleeding.
Within seconds of escaping, police SUV’s arrive. Spencer is the first to run out of the car.
Relief overcomes Maggie.
MAGGIE: Spencer!
She stops him before he can hug her.
MAGGIE: No wait! I’m bleeding.
Spencer ignores this and embraces her. Maggie sobs hysterically when he does.
MAGGIE: He . . . he killed my -
SPENCER: Shh, I know. I know. I’m here now, okay?
Neither of them pull away.
MAGGIE: Oh my god. I can’t believe you’re here. I knew I’d see you again.
SPENCER: Yeah, you did. You were right Mags.
These words make Maggie shut her eyes and smile.
Hotch approaches the pair from behind.
HOTCH: Miss Tate, there’s an ambulance here for you. Let’s get you to a hospital.
Maggie nods as Spencer helps her limp to a stretcher.
When she situates herself and is lifted into the back of the ambulance, Spencer turns to Hotch.
SPENCER: Can I -
HOTCH: Yes, yes, go. We’ll meet you there.
Spencer enters the back of the ambulance and sits beside Maggie as they ride to the hospital together.
MAGGIE: You’re coming?
Spencer nods and gives a small reassuring smile.
Another tear escapes her eyes as she smiles through the oxygen mask to thank him.
. . .
The entire team is seated in a waiting room. Spencer is standing up and pacing as he waits for the doctor.
A doctor soon enters.
DOCTOR: Is there a Spencer Reid?
Spencer comes over quickly.
SPENCER: That’s me.
DOCTOR: Come with me, sir.
Spencer follows the Doctor.
DOCTOR: Luckily, the lacerations didn’t travel far enough to do a significant amount of damage that would require surgery, but we did have to perform a blood transfusion due to the amount of blood she lost.
SPENCER: How’s the baby?
DOCTOR: It was too early to tell the sex of the baby before she miscarried. She’s awake now and has been asking for you.
SPENCER: Thanks.
The doctor leaves as soon as Spencer knocks on the door.
SPENCER: (quietly) Maggie?
Maggie’s face lights up when she sees him.
MAGGIE: Hey you.
Spencer pulls a chair closer to Maggie’s bedside to take her hand and kiss the back of it. She smiles as he does this.
SPENCER: How are you feeling?
MAGGIE: Is it possible to feel incredibly lucky and incredibly lucky at the same time?
Spencer gives her that small reassuring smile.
MAGGIE: I’ll be okay.
SPENCER: Good.
MAGGIE: I’m starting to regret not letting Tony take me home.
Maggie and Spencer share a laugh.
SPENCER: Yeah, I think you should let him drive you from now on.
MAGGIE: Yeah, you’re probably right, but I don't think I want to work there anymore. Or even live here for that matter.
SPENCER: I don’t blame you.
MAGGIE: I grew up here, but it doesn’t feel like home anymore.
SPENCER: Where are you thinking of going?
MAGGIE: Well, I completed my bachelor’s degree to become an English teacher, but I never applied to any schools. I think in my gut I knew I didn’t want a job to tie me down here, otherwise I’d never leave California - no matter how much I should. So realistically anywhere that’s offering positions to English teachers is ideal.
Hearing Maggie’s an English major doesn’t surprise Spencer.
SPENCER: You know, when I go back to D.C, I can find open teaching positions for you. Moving there would be a big change, but I think you’d feel safer at least.
MAGGIE: I think I would too. And I wouldn’t mind the change. Getting a couple thousand miles closer to you doesn’t sound so bad.
Spencer cheekily grins.
SPENCER: Yeah?
Maggie nods.
Hotch enters the room.
HOTCH: It’s time.
Reid nods and turns back to Maggie.
SPENCER: I’ll see you soon.
MAGGIE: Can’t wait.
SPENCER: Goodbye, Maggie.
He sits up and kisses her forehead. For a moment, he rests his forehead on hers. Maggie smiles when he does this little gesture.
MAGGIE: Thank you.
Spencer nods and shuts the door behind him when he leaves.
With a heavy heart, Spencer leaves the hospital.
. . .
On the plane back, everyone is asleep besides Spencer and Hotch.
HOTCH: How is she?
SPENCER: She’ll be okay, but I can’t seem to figure out why. I thought she’d be broken. And I think deep down she is, but when she smiles, she isn’t faking it.
HOTCH: “Sometimes the ones who have the brightest smiles are the ones who have known and endured deep darkness.”
SPENCER: Dodinsky. (the author of the quote)
. . .
It’s been a week since Spencer has visited Maggie, but he’s back now. Maggie is lying on her hospital bed, with Spencer entering her room. He hides something behind his back.
SPENCER: Knock! Knock! I brought you something.
MAGGIE: Oooh, fun!
Spencer pulls out headbands with the words “Fourth of July” in block letters.
SPENCER: Here.
He slides one on top of her head and puts the other on himself.
MAGGIE: What’s this for?
SPENCER: Sometimes when we go through something traumatic, we subconsciously link the tragic event with the date it happened on. It happens most often with death anniversaries, birthdays, or in your case, holidays. But I want to make the Fourth of July a good holiday again. So earlier, I asked the doctors if I could take you up to the roof to watch the fireworks.
MAGGIE: Spencer . . .
SPENCER: Humor me.
Maggie’s reluctant but she still reaches out her arms to have Spencer help her out of bed anyway. He wheels over the wheelchair to her and she groans.
MAGGIE: Are you actually gonna make me use that?
SPENCER: I mean, you’re welcome to walk around the hospital with your backless patient gown.
Maggie laughs and complies. Spencer begins to wheel Maggie out of her room and into the elevator that goes up to the roof. When they finally get there, Maggie’s face lights up. There’s a whole picnic set out for the two of them. A blanket with small fixings is laid out for them.
Maggie rises from the wheelchair and turns around to engulf Spencer in the biggest hug.
MAGGIE: Thank you. This is like the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.
Spencer hugs her back even tighter. His hand is on the small of her back, and for a second he can feel her smooth skin, but like the gentleman he is, he tightly wraps Maggie’s hospital gown to cover her exposed skin. A small gesture that to Maggie, does not go unnoticed.
. . .
Maggie and Spencer's backs are lying flat against the blanket. They’re in the middle of a conversation where each of them are smiling.
SPENCER: JJ said that Henry wanted to dress up as his favorite profiler, and he came into the office as me. I even gave him my badge.
MAGGIE: That is adorable! I can’t wait to have kids and celebrate Halloween with them.
Spencer goes quiet, making Maggie realize what she said.
MAGGIE: Oh, gosh, sorry I did not mean for that to take a dark turn.
SPENCER: Do you want to talk about it?
Maggie pauses.
MAGGIE: Um, I mean, sometimes I get sad, but for the most part I’m okay. I think I’ve finally accepted that it happened. You know, I’m actually sort of relieved that I didn’t carry the baby full term, because could you imagine how complicated that would be? Yeah, it’s . . . it’s better this way. And I’ve always wanted a family, but if I had that sperm donor’s baby, I wouldn’t have a family, it’d just be me and the baby. But I want my child to grow up with a father, you know?
Yes, Reid does know. He wishes his father was around.
SPENCER: Yeah, I do.
MAGGIE: What about you? Do you want kids?
SPENCER: Absolutely. It’s funny because I always say that I could never picture myself leaving my job and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. But if I had kids, they’d be the exception. I, uh,
Spencer lightly laughs and looks down.
SPENCER: Yeah, I don’t know, I just really want to be a dad one day.
MAGGIE: You’d be a really good dad. I mean that.
Originally, Maggie and Spencer were both looking up at the sky, but after Spencer turned his head and Maggie turned hers, their faces were only inches away. Spencer licks his lips as he contemplates kissing her. But he pivots. He smiles and kisses her forehead.
Simultaneously, a firework goes off, startling the duo. Maggie laughs in excitement.
SPENCER: Did you know that at MIT, one of the lessons they taught students earning their degree in chemistry was how to make a firework?
MAGGIE: You know how to make one? What do they use to make the colors?
SPENCER: Good question. To create certain colors, different physical elements are used. Magnesium creates a bright white light, like that one right there. While strontium and lithium each showcase a different shade of red, like the first one we saw. But the most dangerous colors to form, blues and greens, are formed from barium and copper.
Spencer’s explanation continues for a little longer. The view above the pair zooms out. They’re just two small people on the roof of the hospital.
. . .
Spencer is in his apartment. He’s on the phone with Maggie.
MAGGIE: So I’m looking at an apartment in Manassas right now. It’s only half an hour away from the school and it’s a 45 minute drive from your apartment.
SPENCER: You’re not very good at changing the subject, Maggie. Even now, I can read your body language.
MAGGIE: I’m not changing the subject. I’m just mentioning my other options that are unrelated to the one you proposed.
SPENCER: Wow, is the idea of living with me really that bad?
MAGGIE: No! I would love to live with you.
SPENCER: But?
MAGGIE: But you’ve already done so much. You’ve saved my life twice, visited me every week I’ve been in the hospital, made the Fourth of July fun again, and helped me find a great teaching job over there. So I am sincerely grateful, but moving in with you would feel like taking advantage of your good heart. You’ve done a lot for me already, okay? I can take care of myself from now on.
SPENCER: Okay, think of it instead as a mutualistic relationship. We both receive net benefits from moving in. You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me because I’d be gaining something from it, too. I’d have a roommate and my rent would dichotomize. And for you, you’ll only be driving 15 minutes to work instead of 30.
MAGGIE: Did you ever consider being a lawyer? You’re quite convincing.
SPENCER: So is that a yes?
MAGGIE: It’s a “Yes I’ll move in with you but only if Plan A doesn’t pan out.”
SPENCER: Promise me you’ll think about it.
MAGGIE: Okay, fine. I’ll think about it.
SPENCER: Say it.
MAGGIE: I promise.
Spencer yawns. Maggie hears it.
MAGGIE: What time is it over there?
SPENCER: 11:54.
MAGGIE: Spencer! Why didn’t you tell me? You should’ve been asleep like two hours ago.
SPENCER: I’ll be fine. I don’t have to be at work until 7.
MAGGIE: You of all people know how bad it is to get less than 8 hours of sleep. I’m gonna hang up now so you can at least get 6.
SPENCER: Then I’ll call back.
MAGGIE: Then I’ll decline.
SPENCER: Fine, if I go to sleep, you have to agree to consider living with me as more than a Plan B.
MAGGIE: I already said I would!
SPENCER: Mmm no. I’m not really feeling it. You have to say it nicely.
MAGGIE: If you sleep now, I’ll consider living with you as more than a backup plan.
SPENCER: Music to my ears. Sleep well, Maggie.
MAGGIE: Sweet dreams, Spencer.
Spencer lets Maggie hang up. Let it be known, that he has never once ended a call.
. . .
It’s a few weeks later. Maggie’s finally out of the hospital. It’s official that she has the teacher job - no interview required thanks to Garcia. Currently, she and Spencer are packing the last of her things away into boxes in preparation for the cross country move she’s making tomorrow.
MAGGIE: I know I’m still a little fragile, but the doctor said I’m all clear to resume normal activities. So would you please let me help you with the boxes?
SPENCER: Mmm, I don’t think so.
MAGGIE: Need I remind you that I’ve been through worse than packing?
SPENCER: That would violate our designated jobs! I pack the boxes - you label them, remember?
Spencer picks up a book from her shelf and reads the spine of it. From the looks of how empty the bookshelf is, he’s been packing away the books this entire time they’ve been packing.
SPENCER: By the way, I love your book collection. Very diverse. But the way you’ve organized them is peculiar, though.
MAGGIE: What do you mean? Each shelf is categorized by genre.
SPENCER: No, I figured that out, but why not in alphabetical order? Cause, see, you have several books from Dickens, but they’re sporadic on your shelves. And again with Austen and Steinbeck, you have several of their books, so organizing by last name means that all the books by the same author would be together.
MAGGIE: Alright then, when I move, you can organize my bookshelf.
SPENCER: Sweet!
MAGGIE: I was joki-
Maggie notices that Spencer actually takes pleasure in organizing her books, so she refrains from saying she’s joking.
MAGGIE: Can I see a box? I forgot I have stuff on my fridge still to take down.
SPENCER: Here.
Spencer hands Maggie a box. Maggie begins to fill the box with her fridge magnets, postcards, and small reminders she put on her fridge. Only one picture is left on the fridge - a sonogram picture. Maggie had completely forgotten it was even there. But she drops the box immediately and pulls it off, placing it close to her chest.
SPENCER: You okay?
Maggie pauses for a moment cherishing the picture.
MAGGIE: Yeah.
SPENCER: What is it?
Spencer comes over.
MAGGIE: I thought I threw this away, but I guess I didn’t. It was my first sonogram.
SPENCER: Oh, from a few weeks ago?
MAGGIE: No - years ago. This is Elijah’s.
Maggie smiles when she sees the picture.
SPENCER: I think you should keep it - the picture I mean.
MAGGIE: Yeah, I think I might. I mean, if it’s stayed with me all these years, no sense in throwing it away now.
Maggie puts the picture at the top of the pile in the box.
. . .
Maggie and Spencer are on the plane heading to Virginia. Reid’s reading and Maggie is sorting through some papers with an earbud in one ear.
MAGGIE: Before we left, I contacted the landlord for that apartment in Manassas weeks ago, but he never got back to me.
SPENCER: I guess it’s a good thing you have a Plan B then.
Spencer smirks.
MAGGIE: Remind me again that we mutually benefit so I don’t feel so guilty that you’re constantly helping me but I can never find the opportunity to pay you back.
SPENCER: Stop it, okay. I want you to move in with me.
MAGGIE: I snore really loudly.
SPENCER: Completely okay.
MAGGIE: I take long showers.
SPENCER: Not a problem.
MAGGIE: Late at night, I’ll get random bursts of energy and get really hyper and bothersome.
SPENCER: So do I.
Maggie groans in frustration.
MAGGIE: I feel like you know the reason why I don’t want to move in with you, but even I don’t know why.
SPENCER: It’s quite simple actually. You’ve spent nearly a decade living alone. And because of that, you think you prefer isolation over having company. But in reality, you’re just scared. Because the last time you were surrounded by a lot of people, they eventually died, essentially abandoning you. And it might not seem like it, but I know exactly what that feels like. To be scared of abandonment.
MAGGIE: Really?
SPENCER: When I was three, my dad left me and my mom. And a year ago, my girlfriend was shot in front of me.
Maggie’s speechless.
SPENCER: You and I - we’re scared to let people in and get attached to them. The reason is because we’re afraid to suffer or let go. So, we think, in order to protect ourselves, we have to stay away from the people we’re getting attached to - which is hard because it is equivalent to avoiding the privilege of becoming happy. So we’re caught in the middle of which pain we’d rather endure - the pain caused by unhappiness and loneliness, or the pain that we know, nobody will ever be strong enough to stand against - the pain of letting go.
Maggie’s astonished.
MAGGIE: If our love could’ve saved them, they would’ve lived forever.
A tear rolls down Maggie’s cheek. Spencer uses the pad of his thumb to brush it away.
. . .
Maggie and Spencer are at the baggage claim of the Virginia Airport. Maggie yawns and leans into Spencer, who puts his arm around her and comfortingly rubs her.
SPENCER: Tired?
MAGGIE: Extremely.
SPENCER: We can get coffee on the way home.
MAGGIE: Are you reading my mind right now?
Spencer laughs.
Maggie sees her suitcase come through on the conveyor belt. Maggie lifts her baggage up, and they begin to exit the airport.
. . .
Spencer is driving and Maggie is in the passenger seat, trying to fight her sleepiness.
SPENCER: Tell me about your parents.
Maggie’s surprised by not unwilling.
MAGGIE: My mom’s name was Amina. She met my dad, Sonny, in college, and had me when she was 24, but he took off when she got pregnant. At first, I didn’t mind it just being the two of us, but when I was seven, there was a father-daughter dance at my school. I wrote him a letter inviting him to it. He didn’t show up, of course. Not that I really expected him to, but ever since then, I’ve resented him. My mom used to say that he was the reason why I dated Charlie. She said that I never got to see an example of what a good man looks like or how a girl should be treated. In hindsight, she was totally right.
SPENCER: How did she react to your pregnancy?
MAGGIE: Well, at first she said she was gonna slap Charlie, but she wasn’t even really mad at me. Instead, she just said that if I wanted to have a future and if I wanted the baby to have a good future, I should set up an adoption. Later that same year, she helped me file a restraining order on Charlie. My mom was always looking out for me. It felt like she always knew what the right choice was.
SPENCER: She sounds like a really good person.
MAGGIE: And she was. I just wish I told her that more often. Growing up, I thought one day I’d get a job and become rich enough to support the both of us. I’d even buy her a range rover - it was a car she wanted since forever. I never got to do that for her, but she used to say to me, “Some people are so poor, all they have is money.” And I think about that everyday. I was never spoiled or born with a golden spoon, but we were so rich in love. She loved me so much, that she’s the reason I wanted to have a baby. Just days after her death anniversary, I visited the clinic. It’s silly, but I just wanted to be half as good a mother as she was.
SPENCER: I feel the same way about my mom. I wanted to grow up and create a cure for schizophrenia by the time I was 29. And even though I’m far from doing so, I’m not giving up hope that I still can.
MAGGIE: Does she live here?
SPENCER: She’s in a facility in Vegas.
MAGGIE: Well, if I ever find myself in Nevada, I’d really like to thank her for raising the perfect son.
Spencer gaily smiles.
SPENCER: Would you maybe want to visit her with me one day?
Maggie nods.
SPENCER: You two would have a lot to talk about. She was a former professor of 15th century literature.
MAGGIE: Does she still hold lectures?
SPENCER: She does. I attended one of them years ago. It completely changed my perspective. I realized that I owe all of who I am today to her.
MAGGIE: Then we have to attend one of her lectures when we visit.
SPENCER: She’ll be so happy when I let her know.
Maggie and Spencer continue to talk about literature.
. . .
Now in a coffee shop, Maggie and Spencer are nursing their drinks at a table in the corner of the cafe.
MAGGIE: Earlier, we were talking about your mom a lot, but on the plane, we spoke about your dad leaving when you were really little.
SPENCER: Yeah, um, eventually he wrote a letter saying that he just didn’t know how to be a dad to me anymore. That and he couldn’t deal with my mom’s paranoid schizophrenia anymore.
MAGGIE: I’m sorry to hear that. I know it’s not easy growing up without a dad.
SPENCER: He’s partly the reason I want to have kids. I want to be the dad mine never was.
Maggie nods.
SPENCER: I’m not as mad as I used to be about it. Over time, I slowly stopped caring about him.
MAGGIE: As you should.
SPENCER: Um, we still have an hour before we’re home so-
MAGGIE: Yeah, no of course. Lemme just use the bathroom really quick before we go.
Maggie leaves her phone and her coffee cup at the table. Spencer sips from his drink but stops when he sees Maggie’s phone ringing. The call’s number has a familiar area code. Spencer instantly recognizes it from Manassas. He realizes that the caller is the landlord from the apartment in Manassas that Maggie said hadn’t gotten back to her. He looks at the bathroom and sees Maggie isn’t back yet, so he declines and deletes the call.
He wants Maggie to live with him, and knowing the landlord called her back would ruin any chances of that happening. And Spencer wasn’t taking any chances.
. . .
Maggie and Spencer are finally at his apartment. They’re climbing the flight of stairs, with Spencer carrying Maggie’s backpack for her - like a gentleman. When they reach his door, Spencer unlocks it and opens it for her to walk through first. In that same breath, confetti comes flying.
Maggie is startled by this, but comes to realize that the entire BAU is in his apartment. A banner hangs behind the team saying “Welcome!”
She laughs and goes to greet each of them.
JJ: I’m JJ.
Maggie shakes her hand.
MAGGIE: Maggie Tate. Nice to meet you.
MORGAN: Derek Morgan. I’ve heard a lot about you.
MAGGIE: All good things I hope.
HOTCH: Aaron Hotchner.
MAGGIE: Right of course. I remember you from the day you guys found me.
BLAKE: Alex Blake. Nice to finally meet you.
MAGGIE: Likewise.
ROSSI: David Rossi. Spencer’s Italian grandpa.
Maggie laughs and Rossi greets her by kissing each of her cheeks.
ROSSI: Got any Italian blood in you?
MAGGIE: Oh, I wish. Half Filipino, half Mexican.
ROSSI: A beautiful mix nonetheless.
Finally, Maggie meets Penelope. Before Maggie can even say anything, Penelope envelopes her in a huge hug.
MAGGIE: You must be Penelope!
She pulls away.
GARCIA: At your service.
MAGGIE: I really like your glasses. Cool color.
GARCIA: (to Spencer) I love her already.
Maggie returns to Spencer after all the greetings.
MAGGIE: Did you know they were gonna do this?
SPENCER: I might’ve.
Maggie turns back to everyone.
MAGGIE: I wish I would’ve known I was meeting you all, I would’ve worn something nicer than leggings and jet lag.
They laugh and tell her that it’s not a problem.
GARCIA: So we thought you guys might be hungry, so there’s chips and guac as well as other little snacks.
MAGGIE: It’s crazy, because I was craving just that.
Penelope gasps and smiles. She extends her arm for Maggie to wrap her arm around.
GARCIA: Well then let’s dig in.
Garcia leads Maggie arm in arm to the food. While Spencer draws back to set her things down. JJ waits up for him.
JJ: She’s pretty.
SPENCER: She is, isn't she? And she’s more than that, too. Everytime we talk, she never fails to surprise me with her wit or mind. She reminds me a lot of you.
JJ smiles as Spencer and her rejoin the group.
. . .
It’s almost the evening now, and Maggie and Spencer are bidding each guest goodbye. The last one to leave is of course Penelope. But when she does, Spencer and Maggie are alone again. Spencer shuts the door behind Garcia, and turns and presses his back to it and sighs. Maggie exhales too.
SPENCER: I’m sorry about that. I didn’t think this would last for as long as it did.
MAGGIE: No, no don’t apologize. I like spending time with them. I’m pretty sure Garcia’s energy cured my jet lag.
Spencer laughs and walks back to Maggie.
MAGGIE: I think I’m gonna go shower now. Try to wash off the flight from me.
Spencer nods and leads her to the bathroom.
SPENCER: Just turn this knob to the left if you want it hotter, and to the right if you want cold water. When you’re done just press down on this.
Spencer presses on the little knob, and when he does, the shower sprays him with water and sprays Maggie, too. She squeals and begins to laugh when she sees Spencer’s hair is drenched. It’s all stringy and in his face, so she pushes it back to see his smiling face. She leaves her hands around his cheeks, cupping his face.
MAGGIE: Well that’s one way to get wet!
SPENCER: Oh yeah? What’s the other?
The delivery of his innuedo is so subtly seductive. Maggie dismisses it and laughs instead.
MAGGIE: Um, just tell me where the towels are and I can bring you one to dry your hair.
He points her in the direction and Maggie promptly leaves the bathroom. When she does, Spencer sees himself in the mirror and realizes just how ridiculous he looks. But on the inside, he feels doubly ridiculous. He’s so embarrassed from what he just said that his cheeks turn red.
. . .
Spencer is cleaning up what was left of the welcoming party. He’s in the kitchen, when he hears Maggie exit the shower. Her hair is damp and stringy, and she’s drying it with a towel. Spencer notices the clothes she’s wearing. She has on sweatpants and to his surprise, his shirt.
MAGGIE: I forgot my pajamas were with the moving truck. I hope you don’t mind.
SPENCER: Not at all.
Maggie thanks him with a smile and walks a little more into the living room. She notices that the couch has a blanket and pillows on it.
MAGGIE: What is this?
SPENCER: What do you mean?
MAGGIE: Are you gonna sleep out here?
SPENCER: Yeah, why?
MAGGIE: No.
SPENCER: No what?
MAGGIE: No, you’re not sleeping on your couch in your own apartment. I won’t let you.
SPENCER: It’s fine really. I’ve slept on it before.
MAGGIE: Do you not want to share a bed?
SPENCER: No, it’s not about that. I just want you to have the bed to yourself.
MAGGIE: If anything, I should be sleeping on the couch because I’m a guest.
SPENCER: No, I’m serious. I’ll sleep out here.
MAGGIE: Okay fine.
Maggie dramatically flops onto the couch.
MAGGIE: Then I’ll join you.
Spencer sighs and shakes his head.
SPENCER: You’re really gonna sleep on the couch with me?
MAGGIE: Mhm.
SPENCER: Why are you being so stubborn?
MAGGIE: Why are you being so stubborn?
SPENCER: Are you just gonna repeat what I’m saying?
MAGGIE: Are you just gonna repeat what I’m saying?
SPENCER: You’re acting childish.
Spencer comes over to Maggie. He stands in front of her, towering over her small figure.
MAGGIE: You’re acting childish.
SPENCER: Stop repeating what I’m saying.
MAGGIE: Stop repeating what I’m saying.
SPENCER: I mean it, Maggie!
She shoots up from the couch and makes a grumpy face to imitate Spencer. Their bodies are so close.
MAGGIE: I mean it, Maggie!
Spencer takes the opportunity of their closeness and uses it to put his arms behind her back and swoop her up - bridal style. Maggie squeals and tries to squirm out of his arms, but he resists and carries her all the way into the bedroom. He tosses her onto the bed and starts to tickle at her sides.
MAGGIE: Stop! Stop!
Maggie’s laughing so hard, she’s breathless.
SPENCER: Not until you agree to sleep in the bed.
MAGGIE: I want to sleep on the couch with you!
SPENCER: Well I guess I’m gonna keep tickling you then.
Maggie laughs so hard she’s almost in tears. Suddenly, she sees a window of opportunity to escape. When she does she runs out into the living room. Spencer chases after her through the apartment. Maggie dodges some of his attempts to capture her, but is ultimately outrun by him. He gets her to fall flat on the couch as he hovers above her. Both of them are smiling and breathless.
SPENCER: You’re not gonna give this up are you?
Maggie shakes her head no.
SPENCER: Alright, I surrender. But if in the morning, you wake up and find that you’ve magically teleported to the bed after falling asleep on the couch, it wasn’t me.
MAGGIE: Deal.
. . .
It’s sometime late at night and Spencer has finished showering. Maggie’s traveling through his apartment and looking at everything closer. She notices he has a record player. And all the records are classical music.
MAGGIE: Interesting record collection. Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach. Why am I not surprised?
SPENCER: Am I that predictable?
MAGGIE: Just a little. Care if I try to expand your music taste?
Maggie pulls out her phone. After some scrolling and typing, she begins to play “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron. Spencer is unfamiliar with this song, but it’s abundantly clear Maggie loves it.
MAGGIE: Do you dance?
SPENCER: Oh, no, no.
MAGGIE: Just dance with me. I’ll teach you.
The song plays in the background as Spencer shyly approaches Maggie. Maggie puts one arm out and Spencer takes her hand. Then he timidly puts his hand on her back, but with confidence, Maggie slides his hand down to her waist. Maggie puts her hand on his shoulder. Promptly, Spencer and Maggie both peer down at their feet as Maggie leads the dance. She does the classic box step, and after fidgeting around, Spencer gets it.
MAGGIE: There you go. You got it!
They dance a little more.
MAGGIE: Do you think you can lead?
Spencer nods, and Maggie lets him lead. As the song reaches the chorus, Spencer finally gets his confidence. He doesn’t have to look down at his feet anymore. He finally looks at Maggie. To her surprise, Spencer spins her and dips her. They stay put in this position. Neither of them break eye contact.
MAGGIE: You sure you don’t dance?
Spencer sheepishly smiles and shakes his head. He brings her up from the dip. Maggie’s flustered from the thrill of dancing with him, so much so that she pulls away.
MAGGIE: So, did you um, did you like the song?
SPENCER: Yeah, I did.
MAGGIE: You know, that, that could be like our song.
SPENCER: Our song. Yeah, okay.
. . .
It’s the middle of the night now. Maggie is sprawled across the couch, asleep. Spencer is at the table reading. He only has one dim light on so as not to make it harder for Maggie to sleep with a bigger light on. He peers over the couch and sees that she’s sleeping so he picks her up and carries her bridal style again. When he lays her in the bed, she stirs and mumbles.
MAGGIE: (quietly) Spencer?
SPENCER: (whispering) Sorry, I was trying not to wake you.
MAGGIE: Can you just sleep in the bed? I don’t want you on the couch.
SPENCER: Yeah, yeah. I’ll sleep on the bed. I’ll sleep soon, but I’m just gonna be outside reading. Goodnight, Maggie.
Maggie’s already fallen fast asleep again. Spencer leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.
As Spencer approaches the table, his reading material can be visibly seen. A thick stack of papers within a manila folder labeled “CONFIDENTIAL.” He opens it to resume reading the contents. On the very front, a scanned picture of a man’s driver’s license is paperclipped to another paper. The name on the driver’s license reads, “S.J Glover.” a.k.a Sonny Jr. Maggie’s dad.
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FYI thanks for mocking me on discord that was fun to see my heightened emotions of the day mocked by my fav writer. I wasn't planning on saying anything but I figured if it stops you guys taking the piss out of other asks you said you weren't even going to publish in the first place then perhaps I should. Be aware some of us don't have tumblr accounts. This is not the friendly fandom I was led to believe if you enjoy doing that with friends on discord in the public chats. Thanks for educating me
First of all, I’m not even sure how this ask got through except to say that Tumblr is buggy AF and I’m angry about it. Most people that have anon off, have it off for a reason, so that fact that Tumblr can just up and ignore that to let anons through is pretty shitty and @staff should look into that.
But since this is not the first time that somebody has accused me of trigging them over the entire Tyler Blackburn situation, I’m going to write up a response and hopefully everyone that’s been triggered by me and my words can all read this and perhaps have an ounce of self-awareness and empathy for others.
12 days ago, I wrote a post about fandom racism that also apparently was the first time most of fandom was learning about the fact that Tyler Blackburn was not an indigenous person. I expected about 10 people to read it and for it to anger about 1-2 people. Those were my expectations. To get an angry anon or two. To have somebody pop into my replies to argue DNA testing. So when the post blew up and I became the subject of fandom rage, with new people vague blogging me by the hour, my DMs and my inbox filled with hate, and this became “the topic” of fandom on multiple platforms... I wasn’t mentally ready for it.
Despite all of that, I still stand by the spirit of that original post. I still stand by the fact that I posted asking people to stop calling Tyler a POC and using that as a defense of their own racist behavior. I DON’T stand by my argument of using percentages or DNA testing to “prove” Tyler wasn’t NA. I’ve learned better over the last 12 days. I don’t stand by my statement that we shouldn’t cancel Tyler. As a white woman, that isn’t my call and I don’t get to decide how the indigenous fans respond to this hurtful news. But the things I regret revolve around not being a good ally. They don’t revolve around regret posting about Tyler’s actions and they certainly don’t revolve around any regret for calling out fandom racism.
Back to my response and my “mocking” behavior.
I want anyone who says that I triggered them (because it’s been a handful of people by now, either directly or through vague blogging about me) to understand something.
Most of us have been in the situation where you post something and you get 1-2 hate anons. You bitch about it, you complain to your friends, then you move on. Few of us have likely ever woken up day after day to 25+ messages calling you an awful person for having the audacity to share news about an actor who shared the news about himself first. It, understandably, gets to you. And yet, I’m not out here blaming those hate anons and DMs for being the reason I couldn’t sleep for a week, the reason I had full blown panic attacks, or the reason I couldn’t eat more than a bite of food each meal. Because at the end of the day, this fandom wasn’t the SOLE reason for my mental health issues and I refuse to blame other people for my own mental health issues. I refuse to say that anyone else “triggered” me, because the fact remains that anyone who triggered me only did so because I gave them the power to do so. Just like I would argue, I don’t have the power to trigger anyone else, you’ve all given me that power and you can take it away. You can unfollow me. You can block me. You can chose not to read my thoughts on things and let it affect your day. I’m not remotely worth anyone’s stress.
Did I publish anons after I said I wasn’t going to? Yes. Though, I’m 99% sure every anon I published were ones I received BEFORE I said I wouldn’t answer anons, and thus I’m not sure anyone sent me anything under the guise it wouldn’t be published. I’m pretty sure fandom etiquette is that you don’t send anon asks you don’t expect to be answered publicly. You can ask anyone who DM’d me their hate, I didn’t respond to any of THOSE things publicly. It isn’t the proper etiquette. But yes, I published the handful of anons that I found funny in a sea of ones that were truly disgusting. So disgusting that i had to delete them the moment they came into my inbox. But I kept a few that I found entertaining because I honestly, needed a laugh. And in the middle of a panic attack, I snapped, and responded to a handful of the funnier asks. Do I regret it? Sometimes. I don’t think it helped make the situation any better... but I also don’t think I said anything that I don’t stand behind either.
Did I talk to my friends on Discord about the asks I received? Yes. My friends were, understandably, worried about me and trying to show support. They asked me if I was getting a lot of hate about my post and I answered them honestly. And yes, the discussion did lean towards making fun of the more ridiculous defenses of Tyler’s actions. Because most of my friends on there still struggle to understand why we are defending Tyler’s actions. And most of my friends, I think, were trying to help me make light of a truly awful week for me.
I apologize if you felt we were mocking you. But considering any ask I got was sent in an effort to silence me and make me feel bad for calling out racism, I question why I should be apologizing to you and why there’s no expectation that anyone apologize to ME for the hazing I just went through. I ask why one specific group of fandom continues to use emotional manipulation to try and silence me for simply stating facts: Tyler is NOT a POC. Why is it okay that one group of fandom can continually attack others but when those blogs say anything, then we are suddenly told that we don’t respect anyone’s mental health. I have NEVER in my life bullied anyone. Even the Tyler Stan blogs that have come to me personally, off anon, to talk about their problems with me can hopefully have enough self awareness to let you know that I was apologetic for snapping and sympathetic to their mental health issues but also stood by my opinions that racism is real and I won’t apologize for posting about it.
I don’t care if people like Tyler. I don’t care if people’s favorite character is Alex. That is all fine with me. If you want to keep stanning Tyler and loving Alex, do so. Just know that I’m going to stand by my fans of color on this issue with Tyler and continue to post about racism. If that is something that people cannot get behind, they should 100% unfollow me and block my name.
If you want to read my writing but disengage with my opinions, I suggest you subscribe to me on AO3 and block me on Tumblr. But also, you can just stop reading my fic too. I promise you that nothing I write is remotely special enough for people to continue risking their mental health if the things I’m doing trigger you in any way.
Finally, I can empathize with you not having a Tumblr account to come at me with. But it sounds like you have a Discord account that you could have DM’d me on. And if you had come to me off of anon, I can 100% promise you that our interactions would have been respectful even if we disagreed. They also would have been private. But what I won’t apologize for is the fact that YOU came to ME on anon expecting some level of respect when the asks being sent to me weren’t respectful. I was accused of being the reason for Tyler’s anxiety. I was accused of being unsympathetic to a man who didn’t know his dad because his dad COULD have been native american and how did I feel about that? I was accused of trying to get Tyler fired. I was accused of a lot of awful things.
And yet... all I did was make a post about fandom racism. And anyone getting triggered by that should perhaps ask themselves this:
If you’ve never been racist in this fandom, why did my post feel like an attack against you?
#tw racism#discourse#still haven't figured out how to tag TB discussions for people who need space from it#Open to ideas#But still avoiding just flat out tagging Tyler Blackburn as the tag#not because I don't think it belongs in that tag#but because I'm trying to avoid that group of blogs who has been harassing me
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Take it Slow - Part Fifty-Seven
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
Warnings: Smut and Fluff.
Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)
As promised, Wednesday after work, you and Harry went to the tattoo parlor so you could get your nose pierced. You picked out a white gold stud, and picked out a few hoops you’d want to interchange with once you could.
“This one is so cool, it has diamonds on it. It could be for like special occasions.”
Harry couldn’t wait to see you with the hoop once it was time. He was already parched just thinking about it. You grabbed some thinner hoops for work as well. He watches you look over the naval piercings. He points to a few he likes and you grab one of them. Your name gets called and you go to sit in the chair.
“Which side?”
“Left, please.”
“And you’re doing this so you can have a hoop later, right?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, so I’ll do it a little lower down. Now, don’t twist this like you would an ear piercing. You need to let this be so it can heal properly.”
“Okay.” You reach out for Harry’s hand as the man cleans up your nose. You close your eyes, and Harry almost thinks to take your picture because he think you look so cute.
“Okay, here we go.”
You grit your teeth and white knuckle Harry’s hand. He places his other hand on your shoulder.
“Son of a bitch!” You yelp as the needle goes into your nose.
“Almost done.” The man reassures you.
Your nostril felt numb, but you were happy with it when he showed it to you in the mirror.
“Looks great, love.”
“Alright, Harry, you ready?”
“Yup.” He hands him a piece of paper from his pocket. “I’d like that on my forearm, where there’s space.”
Harry sits down in a chair as the man cleans up his arm. You sit next him.
“What are you getting?”
Before Harry can answer, the man puts a piece of paper over where Harry wants it and peels it back. You see a very small, very detailed sunflower.
“A sunflower, for my sunflower.” He winks at you.
“Oh, Harry…are you sure?”
“Positive. Will yeh hold my hand?” He smiles.
“Don’t make fun of me.” You pout. “It really hurt.”
“I know baby.” He puts his hand out to you as the man gets to work. You’re amazed that Harry doesn’t even flinch, but he had so many he could hardly feel it anymore.
Thirty or so minutes later it was done. You take a picture of it for him before the man bandages it up. You each pay separately for your things and head out.
“So my nose really looks good?”
“Yup, can’t wait to see the hoop in it though.”
“Six to eight weeks.” You smile. “I can’t believe you got my favorite flower tattooed on you, that was so sweet.”
“S’not weird?”
“Not at all! It’s so special, like, something for the two of us.” He takes your hand in his and kisses it.
//
Harry had confirmed your double date with Rachel and Mariah. The four of you agreed on a trivia night at a local bar. You all meet there Friday night after work. It was a little weird for Harry to be hanging out with someone outside of work, but he got on with Mariah pretty well, so it wasn’t totally awkward.
You and Rachel told stories from college, and Mariah talked about getting into photography. Rachel explains why she wanted to be a high school art teacher.
“I just think kids that age lose a lot of the fun in their lives. Art is important at any age, but when they’re getting ready to go to college, I wanna help them destress with my classes.”
“That’s so cool.” Mariah says and Rachel blushes.
“Mariah, what was it like when you and Harry first met?” You were a tad tipsy.
“Oh god, I was terrified of him.” She laughs and his jaw drops. “But then when he shook my hand and I saw the bright pink color on his nails, I knew wasn’t so scary.” She giggles. “I’ll never forget, after the first two weeks, he comes over to me and he says, ‘I think you’re the only person here other than myself that isn’t a blithering idiot’.” Everyone at the table laughs at her impression of him. It was pretty good.
“I was right though.”
“Very true. God, it’s so annoying when someone else tries to set up a shot for you, isn’t it? Like hello, I have a vision.”
“Exactly! If it was as easy as just snappin’ away, anyone would do it.”
“So was everyone scared of Harry?” Rachel asks.
“I think they were mostly intimidated. Everyone talks to each other and gets together, but H always stuck to himself.”
“Not the type of people I wanted to be chummy with.” He has a disgusted look on his face, thinking of Mykenzie. “I quite like Isaac though, he’s been a good addition.”
“Love Isaac, he always gets us everything we need.”
“He’s always so nice when I come to visit.” You say.
“He’s got a huge crush on Harry.” Mariah giggles.
“Stop it.” Harry says groaning.
“You know he does.”
“Thought he just thought I was cute or somethin’. Didn’t think it was a crush.”
“Well, I’ve never asked him personally, so he could easily just be attracted to you. I’ve heard him talk about it with Julia and Dana.” The sound of Julia’s name makes you want to vomit.
“Jesus, Harry, does everyone at your work have a thing for you?” Rachel asks.
“Everyone except this one.” He winks and nods towards Mariah, making both girls giggle.
Trivia starts and you all pick a stupid team name. You and Rachel were best at coming up with answers. You both knew a lot about pop culture, and luckily there weren’t too many other categories.
“How the fuck did yeh know that?” Was something Harry said quite a bit, and you both just shrugged your shoulders.
“Which Kardashian married an NBA player after dating for thirty days?” The emcee asks.
“Oh that was Khloe.” You tell Rachel to write down. Harry’s jaw drops. “What?”
“You’re obsessed with reality television!”
“Not true! I used to watch Keeping Up when I was in college. It was night to have on in the background when I’d do homework. It’s not a show you have to pay attention to.”
“What was the name of season twenty Bachelor?”
“Ben Higgins.” You, Rachel, and Mariah all say at the same time.
“Jesus Christ.”
“You watch the Bachelor?” Rachel asks her.
“Never miss an episode. You watch?”
“Yeah, we should get together to watch some time.”
“I’d like that.” They smile at each other. You put your hand on Harry’s leg and give it a little squeeze.
“What did Leonardo DiCaprio text back to Jennifer Lopez after James Corden texted him from her phone back in 2016?”
“Who the fuck would know-“
“You mean tonight boo boo? Club wise?” You say as Rachel nods and writes it down. You look at Harry whose mouth was hanging wide open. “Do you not watch carpool karaoke ever?”
“Can’t say I do, love.”
“You’re missing out.” You giggle.
“Do you still have that picture of Leo with that quote over his like serious face and it’s in black and white?”
“I do! It’s in a drawer in my office. Makes me laugh when I look at it.”
You were quirky, and Harry rarely got to see these little things come out. He liked it, a lot. You were sort of nerdy in your own right and he thought it was insanely cute.
Your group came in third place, earning you each a coupon for a free app the next time you came to the bar. You all say goodnight, and confirm what time with Rachel you should be over tomorrow to get ready.
//
Your hair was up in messy bun and you had sweats on before you left for Sarah and Rachel’s. You bring your large overnight bag out to the front hall, and go up to the loft to say goodbye to Harry.
“Any plans tonight, baby?”
“Yeah, Niall’s comin’ over. Think we’re goin’ to play Madden.”
“Oh great!”
“That’s what you’re wearin’ for your big night out?”
“God no, I’m getting ready with them. Like old times. We pregame a little while doing each other’s hair and make up. We decide on outfits, all that girly stuff.”
“So I don’t even get to see what you’re wearin’ out before you go?” He pouts and puts his hands on your hips as you stand between his legs.
“’Fraid not.” You lean in and kiss his forehead. “I’ll send you a pic though.” You kiss him on the lips. “Have fun with Niall.”
“Have fun with the girls.”
He watches you descend down the stairs. He was very curious to know what you might be wearing. He hoped it wasn’t too sexy since he wouldn’t be there. The thought of a bunch people looking at you didn’t sit right with him, but it was out of his control. He also hated that you wouldn’t be coming back to him tonight. He wanted your drunk cuddles, they were the best.
You drive to Rachel and Sarah’s and hug Sarah and wish her a happy birthday. You all start drinking and get ready. You each take turns posting to your Instagram stories. Giggles and music in the background.
Niall comes over to see Harry, and they both get set up on the sofa.
“How was your date last night?” Harry asks.
“Made her cry tears of joy, finally gave her a key to my place.”
“Good for you mate!” Harry smiles at him. Niall checks his phone and looks at all three of your stories. “What in the fuck was that?”
“Our girls havin’ a grand ol’ time. Look.” Niall shows him Sarah’s story and sees you with your hair half done, curling iron in hand, making a kiss face as Rachel dances behind you. “Like they never stopped livin’ together.” He chuckles.
“Any idea where they’re goin’?”
“Pinz I think.”
//
“Okay, what am I wearing?” Sarah asks.
“We got you this sash that says ‘birthday bitch’ so you have to wear it.” Rachel giggles.
“Guess that means I should wear my red dress to match, huh?” She snatches it. “What did you bring, Y/N?”
“Oh, just my fav party outfit.” You grin. You take out a skin tight quarter sleeve, olive green, midi dress.
“Ohhh shiiiittt.” Rachel says. “She back in town.”
“For one night only.” You wink.
Sarah puts on a short sleeve red dress that flowed around her thighs. Rachel put on a black pencil skirt and white crop top. You all looked great. None of you wore a bra, purposefully, to just make out all of your piercings. You set up your phone to take a few pictures of the three of you. The three of you were feeling sexy, and you were ready to show Sarah a good time.
“Wait, I told Harry I’d send him a picture.”
“Better send one to Niall too.”
“Okay, line up you heteros.” Rachel says sarcastically. You both stick your tongue out at her.
“Y/N, push your boobs up, really put a show on for him.” She giggles.
“Okay, like this?” You push your boobs up and pout your lips.
“Model! Model vibes!” Sarah screams as she takes a shot of tequila.
“Okay, now turn around and look over your shoulder. Gotta show that booty.” You do as she says.
“He’s gonna kill me.” You laugh.
“Why?”
“Because not only am I not wearing a bra, but I don’t have any panties on either.”
“Well, duh, you can’t with that dress.” Sarah defends you. “Okay, my turn.”
You and Rachel snap pictures of the birthday girl. You both send the pictures to your boyfriends. You take some more silly pictures altogether.
“You know what’s crazy? This is my first birthday without Kate in years…”
“Are you upset we didn’t invite her?” Rachel asks.
“Not really.” She shrugs. “I haven’t really missed her to tell you the truth.”
“Me neither.” You admit. “I miss the old times, but I’ve been less stressed without her in my life.”
“Agreed.” Rachel says. “Uber’s here! Let’s hit it.”
//
Niall and Harry’s phones go off at the same time. They look at each other and pause their game.
“Jesus.” Harry’s eyes pop out of his head.
“Holy hell.” Niall says looking at the pictures Sarah sent him.
Harry zooms in on the pictures best he can. You looked incredible. He wanted to tear the dress right off you.
“Mate?” Harry says with his mouth hanging open.
“Yeah?”
“She’s not wearin’ any knickers…”
“Doesn’t look like Sarah’s got a bra on either.”
“Same with Y/N…why would they do that?” Harry looks at him panicked. “I mean, look, not even any knickers!” He shoves the phone his face, but Niall pushes it back.
“Do ya really want me lookin’ at her arse?”
“Right, no, I don’t. And I don’t want anyone else to either. Why would she do this t’me?” He whines.
“To remind ya how fuckin’ lucky ya are.” Niall gets up. “Come on, we better break into the liquor instead of just beer tonight.”
“Good idea.”
//
The three of you get to Pinz, and Sarah is given a free shot and drink of her choice as the bartender sees her sash and ID. You all head to the dance floor once you have your drinks. The music was good tonight, really good. You were all laughing and singing, adding more to your Instagram stories. Niall and Harry couldn’t help but keep refreshing their feeds to see what the three of you were up to.
“They’re havin’ a lot of fun…” Harry says.
“Fuck girl’s nights. We should be allowed to show up.” Niall slurs.
“Even to just roll up and have a shag in the bathroom quick, then I’d be good.”
“Exactly! S’not askin’ too much.” He sighs. “But we can’t. I was told specifically not to show up.”
“Bullshit is what it is.” Harry slurs. How much did they drink?
You go up to the bar to grab the next round of drinks. You bump into someone by accident and apologize.
“Oh, no worries…Y/N?”
“Matt?!” You cross your arms over your chest immediately.
“Hey!”
“Hi, um, how are you?”
“Good! It’s great to see you.”
“Yeah, you too. How are things with school?”
“Good, new semester. Miss working with you all.”
“We miss you too.” You walk up closer to the bar. You lower your hands and flip your hair slightly to get the bartender’s attention.
“Whatya have gorgeous?”
“Three vodka cranberries please.” You push your boobs closer together.
“Got a tab?”
“Nah.”
“Alright, that’ll be ten bucks.”
“But that’s only-“
“Know it’s your friend’s birthday over there.” He winks at you, and you put a ten dollar bill and a couple of singles down on the bar while he makes the drinks. Matt was in awe of you.
“Come here a lot?” You ask him.
“A little yeah. We came here for my birthday like you suggested, so we come out when we can. Guys! This is Y/N!” A few of his friends look at you and their faces flush, they wave hello and you wave back.
“Alright, here ya go.” You hear the bartender say.
“Thanks so much!” You say taking the drinks.
“Get off at two by the way.” You blush and smile at him. “Just a girl’s night, but thanks.” He nods in understanding.
“Well, it was good seeing you. Have fun!” Matt and the bartender watch you walk away.
Rachel and Sarah each take a drink from you. You notice a napkin stuck to yours.
“Oh god!”
“What?” They both ask.
“The bartender gave me his phone number! What should I do? Just throw it out right??”
“Toss it on the floor!” Rachel says. And you do just that. You didn’t want to risk Harry finding anything like that.
The three of you continue to dance and pop your asses to the songs the club was playing. It was a really great time. You each have another round of vodka cranberries, courtesy of Rachel. Harry hadn’t texted you more than a kissy face since you sent him the pictures. You take out your phone and send him a drunk text.
You: having fun w ni?
Harry smirks when he sees it.
Harry: mhm, having fun with the girlies?
You: so much fun!! Miss u
Harry: miss you too baby
You: ur a cutie
Harry had a dopey smile on his face and Niall starts laughing.
“Oi, what’s so fuckin’ funny?”
“You’re so gaga over her.” He shakes his head.
“S’not a bad thing.” He pouts.
“Not at all.”
The three of you laugh and sing and are actually quite annoying in the back of the uber on the way back to Rachel and Sarah’s. The three of you set up camp in the living room with air-mattresses, blankets and pillows. Sarah uses the bathroom first to wash her face and change. You sit down and your head feels heavy. You decide to FaceTime Harry, Rachel sits next to you to get in on it.
“Oh check it out, she’s FaceTimin’ me.” He says to Niall. The two had just started a movie. “Hello?”
“Hey!”
“Hi Harry!”
“Hi girls.”
“Where’s my girl?” Niall pouts.
“Birthday girl got first dibs on the bathroom.” You explain. “Whatcha up to?”
“We just started a movie, love.”
“Ohhhh, fun. We’re gonna do that too, just waiting to wash our faces.”
“How was the bar?”
“So much fun! We danced the whole time.”
“I’ll bet. Any guys try to give yeh their number?” He jokes. Your face and Rachel’s lose all color. You both look at each other and laugh nervously. “Wait, did a guy actually try to give you their number?”
“Um…just the bartender.” Harry’s eyebrows raise. “But I didn’t even realize it! He had put a napkin with our drinks and I noticed it. I threw it right on the ground!”
“Why did he give it to you though?”
“Y/N only paid ten buck for the drinks.” Sarah giggles, sitting down with them, only in a large t-shirt. “Oh, hi Niall!”
“Hey baby!”
“You only had to pay ten dollars for three drinks?”
“Mhm.” Your face grows red. Rachel starts giggling. “Stop, you’re not helping.”
“What did you do? Why’d he discount it?”
“He said he knew it was Sarah’s birthday.” You shrug. You burst out laughing. “And I may have pushed my boobs up.” The other two start laughing.
“Y/N, that’s not fu-“
“You know what, I really need to pee. You know how I am when I really need to pee, Harry. I love you, have a fun rest of your night!” You end the call and get up to use the bathroom.
Harry pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
“You cannot get mad at her, mate.”
“Why not?”
“Because she’s drunk, clearly. She doesn’t know what she’s sayin’.”
“She purposefully showed off to get a discounted drinks!”
“Like you’ve never done the same thing.”
“Not while I was datin’ someone…”
“Oh Harry.” Niall shakes his head. “Please don’t make this a big deal. If I was a woman that looked like her, like any of ‘em, I’d do the same thing. Relationship or not. Don’t spoil her fun.”
“M’not.” He sighs. “You wouldn’t be mad if Sarah told you somethin’ like that.”
“It’s her birthday, she can do whatever she wants.” He shrugs.
Niall and Harry pass out on the couch, and they both wake up around three in the morning. Niall leaves and goes back home across the street while Harry sleeps in his bed alone. He imagines how lonely it must’ve been for you while he was away. He sleeps in the middle of the bed so it doesn’t feel so large without you.
//
You and the girls stay up until nearly five in the morning. You watch old movies and reminisce on your days in school together. You all pass out snuggled up together like old times. Harry woke up around eleven and you still weren’t home. No texts or anything from you. He sighs, and gets up to make some coffee. Just as he’s walking out to the kitchen, only in his boxers, he here’s your footsteps. He stands leaning against the wall of the outside of the kitchen, arms crossed waiting for you to enter.
Your hair was up in a messy bun, your sweat pants were hanging low on your hips, your dress from last night was rolled up to look like a shirt, and you had your sunglasses on. You drop your bag once you get into the living area, and you jump when you see Harry.
“Christ.” You say, pulling your sunglasses up on the top of your head.
“Fun night?”
“Mhm.” He starts chuckling. “What?”
“What are you wearin’?”
“I woke up sweaty and didn’t wanna wear my shirt home, so I put this back on, and these are your sweatpants, so they’re baggy, and I know I look ridiculous okay?” You walk towards him and go into the kitchen. He follows you. “Need coffee.” You go over to the Keurig.
“Do you remember FaceTimin’ me last night?” He asks with his arms still crossed. Yes.
“Vaguely.” You press the button on the machine after putting your favorite mug underneath.
“Do yeh remember sending me those pictures at the beginning of the night?”
“Course I do.” You turn to look at him. “I looked like a fucking stunner.” He looks down and sees your pebbling nipples through the top of your dress. You cross your arms over yourself.
“So happy everyone got to see your nips last night.”
“No one saw anything. It was dark in the club.”
“You didn’t have any knickers on.”
“And how would you know that? Easily could’ve been wearing a thong.”
“Were you?”
“No.” He lets out an exasperated sigh. “You can’t wear underwear with this dress, it shows everything.”
“Why would you wear it then?”
“Because I felt like it.” The coffee finishes pouring. You go over to the fridge and grab your creamer, and pour a little in. You bring the mug to your lips and take a small sip. You sigh happily. Harry begins making his own coffee. “Did you and Niall have fun?”
“Yes.” He narrows his eyes at you.
“What?”
“Nothin’.” He takes a sip of his black coffee. “Yeh hungover?”
“No, stomach just feels gross. We drank vodka cranberries all night. Way too much sugar.”
“Need breakie?”
“No.” You giggle. “Thanks, we ate. We had some hash-browns and cheesy eggs, that’s why I’m just getting back now.” You finish up your coffee and put your mug in the sink. You yawn and stretch. “I feel like I need to sleep for like ten years.”
You leave the kitchen and start taking your clothes off as you make your way to the bedroom. You were desperate a shower. But Harry was more desperate for you. You feel him wrap his arms around you from behind. You had only taken your top off.
“You’re still not wearin’ knickers.” He says into your ear.
“Nope.” You press back against him, and you feel him growing hard.
“I missed you last night.” He whispers while nipping at your earlobe. You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your bare chest to his.
“And I bet you missed more seeing me dressed like that?” Your nose brushes against his as he nods. “My poor baby.” You rest your chin on his shoulder as you hug him closer to you. “Let me take a shower, and then I promise I’ll love on you all day.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” You kiss him on the cheek and let go of him.
“I can’t shower with you?” He pouts.
“I need to, like, shave and stuff. Just ten minutes, get cozy and wait for me on the bed, okay?”
“Alright.” He sighs like you’ve denied him of the world, and gets on the bed.
You do your thing in the bathroom. You don’t need to wash your hair, so that saves a good chunk of time. Your stomach still feels like shit, but you know it’ll pass. You dry off completely and moisturize your freshly shaven legs. Usually you’re wrapped in a towel, have your robe on, or even have pj’s on after you shower. You and the girls were introduced to tik tok last night, and you kind of want to try the new challenge going around. You just hoped Harry kept his boxers on.
You grab your phone and start the video, showing the audience that you’ve dropped your towel. You open the bathroom door slowly. Harry had an arm behind his head, and the other hand was scrolling through his phone. You giggle as you open the door the rest of the way.
“Hey baby?” He looks over at you, furrowing his brows while he smiles.
“What are you doin’?” He reaches his hands out to you.
“Air drying.”
He gets up off the bed and walks towards you, picking you up, you stop your video and laugh hysterically. He puts you down on the bed, and wonders what’s so funny.
“Were you recordin’ me?”
“I won’t post it if you don’t want me to since you’re like naked.”
“Post it where?”
“Tik tok…”
“Jesus, how old are you?” He chuckles. “Dana and Julia are on that app all the time.”
“It’s actually a lot of fun. The girls and I all downloaded it last night. There’s this challenge going around for couples, so I thought I’d give it a try. Look, watch your face.” You play the video back for him and you both start laughing. “But I won’t post it if you don’t want me to.”
“S’fine, I don’t really care.” He shrugs.
You post the video and add all the hashtags, then put your phone on the night table. You turn over and rest your head on his chest. You drape your leg over his, and he pulls your thigh up closer. He rubs his hand back and forth.
“Ohh, nice and smooth.” He coos. “Not that I really care if you’re hairy.”
“So if I just stopped shaving my legs, you wouldn’t care?” You raise an eyebrow.
“You said it’s for your own comfort right? Do what yeh want. It doesn’t bother me, hair is natural.”
“How progressive of you.” You say facetiously. He looks down at you as he continues to stroke your leg.
Your hand goes up into his hair and he leans in to lightly kiss you. You kiss him back, and you both sink into it. Your mouth opens for him and his tongue slides in tasting you until your tongue meets his. You both let out soft moans. One of his hands is cupping the back of your head, the other leaves your thigh and moves up to your breast, kneading it.
You pull him on top of you, and you feel his hard cock press against your hip, as your kiss deepens even more. It wasn’t often the two of you just made out. You always really liked kissing, to have someone’s lips on yours. Harry had soft lips, always. He was good at pressing them hard against yours, always making yours puffy and swollen after. You loved the shade of his lips too, especially after kissing. They would become this raspberry color. It made you want to bite onto them even more.
Subconsciously that’s what you do. You bite his bottom lip and suck it into your mouth. He groans and grinds himself against your hip. You let go of his lip slowly, really making a show of it as you open your eyes to look up at him.
“Want you.” He says in a whisper.
“Take me.” You whisper back.
He groans again kissing you quick before tugging his boxers down his legs, and tossing them to the floor. He hovers back over you, and you put your hands on his shoulders. One of his hands reaches between your legs to make sure you’re wet. Of course you are. It doesn’t take much with him. He smirks as you spread apart for him. He lines himself up and he slowly pushes inside. You both moan at the initial contact.
Once he’s all the way in, he stays there for a moment, just savoring how your velvety walls feel around him. You tighten out of instinct, and loosen up letting him know he can move. He slowly starts to rock his hips against yours. Your head falls back against the pillow.
“Y’like that?”
“Yes.” You say with your eyes rolling back into your head.
He keeps up the same motion, just rocking in and out of you, his tip hitting your g-spot already. He picks up the pace only a little to give himself some of the friction he’s been craving, but he slows it back down for you because he knows that’s how you like it. One of his hands drops back down to rub slow, but purposeful circles on your clit.
“Ngh, Harry.” You moan softly.
One of your hands moves from his shoulder to the grasp at the hair on the nape of neck. He drops his head to the crook of your neck, kissing you softly. Your breathing was getting heavier. He could feel you starting to tighten against him in preparation for your orgasm.
“Gonna come f’me, angel?” You moan at his words, your eyes fluttering closed. “Go on, I know you can do it. Come all around my cock.” He nips at your neck, and your heels dig into the backs of his thighs.
You let out a large moan of his name, tears pricking at your eyes, and he feels you pulsate around him. He fucks you through it, not letting up on your g-spot or clit. You come really hard, and the sound in the room fills with squelching and skin slapping against skin.
“Gimme another one, come on, let’s see how many we can go for.” Your eyes pop open. You realize he still hadn’t let up on you. You start panting again.
“Harry.” You groan. It was too much. You were so sensitive.
“Don’t hold back baby, just relax. Don’t fight it.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” The way he was talking to you was sending you to another dimension. You release around him again and he groans against you, loving the way it feels.
He leans up a bit and looks down at you with a wicked grin.
“What?” You say trying to catch your breath.
“Can I hit it from the side, love?” Your eyes grow dark with lust and you nod.
He helps you turn your body with him still inside you. One of your legs going up over his shoulders, and the other staying between his own legs. He rocks into you and your back arches immediately.
“Feel good?” He smirks.
“So good.” You clutch at the blankets as he continues to rock in and out of you. “Fuck, Harry.” You grit your teeth. You reach down to rub your swollen clit.
“Jesus.” He moans watching you touch yourself.
“Harry, I…I want you back on top of me, wanna feel your weight on me, please.”
“Anything you want, angel.”
He pulls out of you only for a moment to let you adjust. Both of his eyebrows raise as he watches you flip onto your stomach. You look back at him over your shoulder.
“Go on, I’m okay. Want it this way. Just get fully on top of me. You’ve done it before.”
“Okay…but…if-“
“I promise I’ll tell if you if I’m scared.” You wiggle your butt back at him to let you know you’re getting impatient.
He uses his thumbs to spread you apart, and he lines himself up to enter you again. You feel his chest flush to your back, and he rocks into you slowly. You raise your hips slightly to slip your hand underneath yourself to rub your clit. Harry grabs your other hand with his, and you intertwine. That’s that good shit, you think to yourself. Your hands rest together by your head.
He’s getting in so deep this way, and the way he’s squeezing one of your hips just feels so good. You rub yourself a little faster, and you feel another orgasm coming on. He can feel it coming too.
“That’s it baby, come f’me again.” That was all he needed to say to make your release come. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” You pulse and vibrate around his cock. You wonder how much longer he’ll last.
You both have a pretty decent rhythm going. You push yourself back against him, and his hand moves from your hip to your ass. You squeeze tighter on the hand that’s intertwined with yours. He kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders. You arch up into him.
“I love you, Harry.” You groan.
“I love you too, so fuckin’ much. Wanna be able to look at yeh, can we do that?”
“Yes.”
He pulls out so you can flip back over. You grab back at his hand so you can continue to hold onto it. He knows you really like this. His other hand slides up your torso, feeling every inch of your smooth skin. His hand rest gently on your throat, he doesn’t even tighten around you, he just wants it there. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you. He thrusts in deep and stay there so you can grind against him.
“Harry.” You moan. You were overly sensitive at this point, but he was so rock hard inside you, it felt amazing.
“C’mon baby, show me how you do it.”
You nails from your free hand dig into his bicep as your fourth release comes out in waves.
“Shit! Fuck!” You scream. You were completely drenched in sweat now. You felt like you were going to need another shower. “Harry, please.”
“Not done with yeh yet, my love.” You look up at him. What the hell was he trying to do to you? He kisses you hard as he moves his hips in circles.
“Mother of fuck!” You gasp.
“Yeah, you like it when I do that, huh?” You nod your head yes as he continues you stretching you out like this.
You’re down for the count when you feel your legs start to shake again and your back arches fully off the bed. He smirks watching your body writhe underneath him.
“Harry.” You breathe. “It’s too much.”
“Want me to come now?”
“Yes, please. Fill me up.”
He grins at you and squeezes tightly on your hand as he thrusts in and out of you. It doesn’t take much for him to come. The warmth from it all feels incredible. He pulls out once he’s done, and collapses next to you. Your mouth hangs open as you look at him. Your legs felt like jello. It was some intense love making to say the least.
“What was that all about?” You say, reaching for him. He lays his head on your chest.
“Just something maybe you’ll keep in the back of your head next time you flirt with some bartender to get free drinks.” He looks up at you with a smirk, and your jaw drops farther.
Oh he was good, really good. He was telling the truth when he said he missed you. But he didn’t want to make you come over and over just because you both were in a lovey mood. No, he wanted to teach you a lesson. To remind you he was always there, no matter what. That he was the only one worth giving the time of day to. That he was the only one that was ever going to make you feel this way. Well played Mr. Styles, well played.
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Hi it’s me again 😭 I feel bad because I keep asking for kurapiia hc’s but I just adore your writing style💗💗🥺. I was wondering for a scenario. Ok so you know how kurapika is in the nostrade family business and all, what if he and his crush worked together helping the nostrade family. But like he doesn’t know he has a crush on them- he’s oblivious to his own feelings and all. 💗 what if on Valentine’s Day- their crush gets like flowers from someone- and like they sent the flowers to the nostrade office and all. The flowers were like a gift for them and thanking them for helping. And like the flowers were roses and it has a small box of chocolates with it💗. How would kurapika react? What would be his impression and would he be lowkey mad at their crush?😭. Thank you so much and I only thought of this ask because Valentine’s Day is near and happy Valentine’s Day to you your my fav writer on this app I wish you a good day🤍🤍💕💕💕🌸🌸🌸🌙🌙✨✨🥺💗💗💗
I'm literally DEAD 💗 ugh you are just the sweetest honestly this message has made my entire month and it makes me feel so good to know you like my writing.
When you said sanario my brain clicked a little so this will be in a fic style and not hcs I hope that's what you wanted 🥺 I used a random name for the extra person because I didn't know who else to put
Also I have really bad timing with things and this took a few days sorry if you had to wait too long. I have issues with completing things in one day 💕
The courtyard in the front of the Nostrade house was being eaten up my flowers and greenery after you'd asked to plant some. Of course you'd went a little overboard but everyone seemed to love it and Neon just absolutely adored the blue tulips. They were the only thing in a neat row considering you didn't perfectly plant anything else.
Today was an off day, well to an extent. You all had to be there mainly because Neon was stuck in her room with a girlfriend she'd gotten a few weeks ago and she wanted to take valentines day to watch movies. Word got out and Mr. Nostrade was worried someone might think it was a good day to do something considering valentines day was always when people were "a little too comfortable. With their guard down." Maybe he was a little paranoid but at least you could just walk around with no major tasks.
You hadn't seen anyone come through the gate with anything, so suddenly getting a call asking for you to come up to the office for a gift from someone made you a little confused. You didn't want to walk all the way up to Nostade's office but who wouldn't want a gift?
It turned out to be anonymous but...something about it made you think of someone, the fashion of it seemed a little too home-made to be store bought and that very much sounded like someone. Dario was a young man who'd recently joined the guarding job and worked at the house the entire time. Whenever you were there he seemed to be interested in talking suddenly. He really was so charming so the thought of him bringing you these pink roses was just wonderful. There were at least seven if not 10 in the big bouquet and chocolate bites individually in small boxes were attached to each rose.
"Who's the lucky guy?" Basho chuckled from a fine leather chair near the wall. You gave a nervous giggle but honestly there was nothing else to say. Maybe it wasn't Dario- maybe it was? He wasn't there currently so it wouldn't be a surprise.
You grabbed it and held it silently for a few minutes longer before thanking the front guard who beought it in and walking back out into the hallway. How beautiful. The roses pink was opaque and bright, must've been thoughtfully picked since this simply wasn't a kind of bouquet you'd find at the store.
Just as you were about to walk down the carpet draped stairs to the outdoors again the door across the hall opened. Outstepped Kurapika, wearing a long red skirt with golden lines down it, and the same type of top tribal throw he always wore, but a fully golden yellow with the shapes and lines now maroon red.
"Why are you staring at my clothes?" He asked. It was a little harsh and without too clear of a teasing tone but you were used to that. He wasn't the best and making feelings clear but it was obvious he was being friendly.
You were about to answer but his eyes caught on the roses. For a second he cocked his head slightly, confused, before walking over just a bit more, still pretty far away.
"What are these?" He asked quietly, "Did you get them for someone?"
"Nope, actually someone gave them to me. I don't know who though, they didn't want their name to be given."
Kurapika's face dropped slightly, it wasn't too obvious but it was clear something changed. Eyebrows hanging lower and lips dipping down. "Oh, that's cool." The tone was blank and breathy, like how he always spoke but something sad had been put on the intention. Maybe it was best to leave it for a while and ask later. He hated getting asked emotion-based questions on the job so a "are you alright" was always best for on the way out.
It was silent before he said something again to your surprise. He normally didn't speak multiple times in a row without even more participation from the person he was talking to-
"What are you doing? Are you going to put them somewhere?" Kurapika asked.
"Hmm, actually I don't know. I'll just keep them in the guard's resting area and hope nothing happens while we're here. I don't wanna cary them around everywhere." You walked up to him a little closer before walking past to go to the guard's personal quarters. Kurapika followed far behind, getting slightly close but not like he usually did.
A new, tense energy was in the air and you couldn't tell if it was a telling of bad fortune, your own mood, or a feeling radiating from Kurapika appearing kind of dis-hearted today.
After setting it down you gave him a smile and patted his shoulder, the touch a comforting flutter of affection. After looking at him to make sure he was alright for a second you walked silently out of the room and back to go out in the field.
Inside the quarters, Kurapika stood swaying on his feet and staring down the rose bunch. One of the chocolates was gone from you eating it and the rest were subtly weighing down the flowers from their stems. Something shot through him, he couldn't- couldn't quite give it a name, but it made him get stiff in the upper back and breath out of his nose like a cat sighing after getting barely inconvenienced.
"why not just put the chocolate in one box? You're weighing down these poor flowers." He muttered to himself, taking each box off their rose and stacking them on top of each other next to the bouquet. As he looked over the blush roses he saw something far into the little red cloth that wrapped around them to keep them together. There was a note all the way down in there.
His eyes averted to the side. What was he doing now? He'd already done enough! And these are yours, he shouldn't be snooping, but as he set the bouquet back down the note he just noticed fell out like it was calling for him.
'I know you won't fined this note until at least a couple days after, but these are from Dario. I just didn't want you to know right away ^_^'
Something in Kurapika flared and he had to put a hand over his heart. It was rather obvious but somehow this discovery still froze warmth and made him step back, note still in hand. Before he could feel anything again or think rationally the trash caught the paper and he walked out of the room. It's not like it mattered much anyway. With the way it was hid maybe you would just never find it so throwing it away only really had a 50/50 chance of ruining whatever could happen. What a stupid little note. If you loved someone you should tell them, and only a fool of a man would hide it. If Kurapika loved someone he'd tell them upfront wouldn't he? Yes! Yeah he would, 'Because I'm not a fool at least. I Know when I love someone and I wouldn't hide it.' He huffed at his own inner monologue. Why was he even upset? Wait-
The day drug on for only an hour or so before Nostrade started letting the guards that weren't permanently in the mansion go. After hurrying to get the roses you saw Kurapika walking out in the door, stepping down the stone steps in small strides, like he was waiting for someone and wanted to walk slower. From here the sun that was on the horizon right infront of the mansion casted orange around the land. Kurapika's eyes were probably getting shined horribly but at least from the angle you saw him, the moment looked like a photograph from heaven. The gold from the sunset made the light honey color of his hair glow. You quickly ran up beside him so you could talk while walking away.
He didn't look upset at all, maybe what you saw was just a quick feeling that went in a flash. "Hi." You offered gently. He sighed, smiling and then looking forward once more.
"Hi."
"Was today ok? You looked a little off when we were talking earlier."
"Oh! I'm fine, don't worry. It was just...a little bit of funk. I didn't get good sleep last night." He rushed out. It was clear the wheels in his brain were turning because his eyes didn't even wonder your way, he was looking straight forward and clearly coming up with an idea of some sorts. Maybe something to say?
"Do..you want to meet up at the coffee shop on adams street tomorrow? I know it's short notice but I was getting pretty bored and we never...really hang out other than work." Kurapika asked. For once today his eyes fully met yours and he greeted them with a smile. That look he gave always did warm your heart. He rarely smiled in general but he tried to more around you. It was just a gentle tug of his lips and a gleam in his eye. Ot was rare but it was raw and real.
"Of course I'd love that. I would love to talk some more and we never finished our last book conversation." You agreed, nearing the turn where you would go to get your car. He grinned a little and walked off without another word.
Half way to your car you stopped and giggled a bit before running back over to the other path. You stopped right behind him and the sound of your footsteps suddenly coming up startled him a bit.
"What time should we meet? We didn't quite work it out." You huff out, laughing a little bit.
"Oh! Yes, does..hmm...12 work out? That way we can have lunch there too?"
"Oh of course that sounds great."
"Ok." He said, waving before walking off. It always was hard to tell exactly what he was thinking, but he was clearly deep in whatever it was.
(a/n)I'm switching to an easier HC format here:
Later the next day you go to the cafe and you're there first. The smell right as you walk through the door is of creamy coffee and there's solid brown shaded paintings on the wall that go from dark to a creamy white to represent the coffee, but as you sit down at the spot not taken the smell fades away because of how far the seat is from the counter. It's replaces by a simple flowery smell from the insence fountain they put in the corner there.
After setting your things down you return to the smell of coffee and sound of people talking loudly. After ordering whatever you wanted and two cake pops, they said your order will be ready in a bit. Just as you were going to slide into your chair again the bell rings and Kurapika comes in.
His hair is tied back in a small ponytail and he's holding a singular red rose in his hand, the tips of his fingers both around it instead of a tight grasp you'd kind of expect. He had on his small smile again and practically skipped over.
It was quite silent, he sat down and looked at you with the same look. Not exactly nervous but prepared. He handed you the rose from across the table and smiled.
"I think one rose is better than a bunch because it feels more romantic." He states simply, clearly still some sort of dig at Dario's decision in gift.
In that time at the cafe you both talk about what happened and your feelings. Kurapika said the entire time he knew you, he'd never really considered that he was in love with you but after he left the room from throwing away the letter he took some time to think about why he did it.
To you, Dario wasn't an exact crush. More of a person who you would occasionally flirt with just for fun. Maybe he did like you more, but really, it wasn't something big or special, because Kurapika was always there. It was as if subconsciously you could never really develope a crush on another person. Kurapika's heart had made it's way onto your list of needs and you didn't even know it. Despite the fact that he could've hurt something that could've been with Dario, it wasn't likely to happen anyway.
This made his day.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY. THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M SORRY. I really wanted to make it special but I also was having a lot of mental health problems and things involving personal life but I'm so glad I could get this out! You deserve it and I hope it was good 💗💗
If it has any spelling errors or something like that is wrong I apologize again I just wanted to get this out as fast as possible.
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A/N: I may or may not have done this request before a few others bc I really loved this request and I watched the entire No Reservations movie with Catherine Zeta Jones bc of it and it kind of has a similar storyline. Anyway, here’s the drabble
“So, are you free tonight?” Carol asked, leaning over the counter next to the coffee machine. She wore an army green crew neck sweatshirt, black leggings and black adidas trainers.
“Um, I kind of have something important to do, maybe some other time?” You confessed, placing your coffee mug next to the machine and going to your desk to gather your things.
You hastily put on your black waterproof jacket over your fav/color hoodie and blue jeggings.
“Alright, we’ll see you on Monday.” Carol sighed, heading off towards the gym probably.
You sighed and rushed your things in your bag and rushed to catch up to your best friend. Carol had wanted to have a date with you for almost a week now, you did too, but you needed to take care of Brooke. But at least you could arrange it another time, and maybe get a babysitter.
“Carol! Wait!” You shouted after her, running with your bag and some hair coming into your face.
“Yeah?” Carol asked, turning around to face you, she raised an eyebrow when she saw you were breathless.
“Can we arrange the date another time?” You asked, tugging your bag over your shoulder as a blush lit up your face, and hers.
“Uh, um sure, this weekend?” She asked, stuttering since you’d finally realized she was asking you out.
“Next Tuesday?” You asked, knowing Brooke was going over to her grandparents place like she did every weekend. So, you two could have some time alone, and you’d checked the files, Carol shouldn’t have a mission the entirety of next week, perks of working as a spy for the Avengers.
“Works, I know a great Italian place downtown, I’ll pick you up at 6:00.” Carol stated, grinning.
“Sounds great!” You said, ecstatic. You checked your phone incase Brooke had texted you, you’d completely forgotten about dinner, it was already 6:17. “Shit.” You muttered.
“What happened?” Carol asked, you quickly glanced up at her worried face before tucking your phone in your back pocket.
“I forgot to grab dinner, look I have to go,” You confessed, then got an idea and walked forward, got on your toes and pecked Carol’s cheek. “See you later!” You ran off quickly, glancing back to see Carol’s face completely red and her hand where you’d just kissed her, and a weird, lovesick smile on her face. You winked before heading off.
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“Honey I’m so sorry I’m late.” You confessed, taking off your things and setting them on the kitchen table, deciding to cook some pasta. Brooke sat on the couch with her arms crossed in the best pout a 5 year old could make.
“Can I make it up to you somehow?” You asked, walking over to her and kneeling in front of her, your hands on her knees. You gently brushed her blonde hair out of her face. Her dark brown eyes glistened with unshed tears as she nodded slightly.
“Can I, Can we get Chinese for dinner?” She asked in a small voice, you chuckled slightly and nodded.
“Are we okay now?” You asked, she nodded again and you hugged her close. After, you got up and told her to go play as you cooked up some recipe you’d found for some sort of stir fry.
“Aunt y/n, look what I found!” Brooke exclaimed, coming in the room with a large black box with stickers all over it, you recognized it instantly, it was pictures of Brooke’s parents and her.
“Honey, please put that back.” You asked, wiping your hands and leaving the vegetables on fry as you walked over to her, only for her to drop the large box on the table and some pictures to spill out of it. “Brooke, no.”
“What’s th-” Her voice stopped when she saw the picture. It was a small picture of Brooke and her parents from 6 months ago, before, well, everything. Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged the picture to her chest.
You felt a weight return to your chest at the picture, the accident had changed too much already, you wanted to move on, but you just couldn’t, and neither could she. To be honest, you needed a strong drink and a good cry. But you needed to take care of everything else first.
“Honey, you weren’t supposed to-” You paused when you smelt burning. “SHIT!” You shouted, running back into the kitchen to switch off the gas for the burnt vegetables. After angrily taking off the apron you headed over to her.
“Hey, shh it’s okay.” You comforted, hugging her close. Brooke buried her face in your shirt, continuing to sob into your chest, you felt her glance at the picture once in a while and cry harder. You knew you needed to take the picture away, it would hurt her even more.
“Honey, why don’t we go out for dinner?” You asked, pulling away so you could face her. A knock sounded at the door as Brooke sniffled, wiping away her tears with the picture still against her chest. “I’m going to get that quickly, do you want to put the picture away?” You asked, she nodded no, you sighed and got up to get the door.
“Carol?” You asked, finding Carol outside with a large white bag in her hand, she was wearing the same clothes as before, with her signature brown leather jacket over it. She saw your tired expression and knew it wasn’t a great time.
“I thought you could use some dinner.” She suggested, pushing the bag towards you, the logo was the same as your and Brooke’s favorite chinese place. You placed a hand over your mouth but realized you needed to reply.
“Carol, now’s really not a great time.” You confessed, taking your hand away from your mouth and leaning tiredly against the doorframe, accidentally letting Brooke see Carol.
“Mom?” She asked in a small voice, you crashed your head against the doorframe, this is the last thing you wanted to deal with.
“What, you have, you’re married?” Carol asked, more confused and heartbroken than ever. You were one of the few people she had allowed herself to get close to, mainly on the assumption and hope you were still single.
“She’s my sister’s, I’ll explain later.” You said quickly, then taking a deep breath and coming inside after beckoning Carol to do the same. “Honey, this is Carol, my friend from work.”
“The one, the one you said you wanted to.” Brooke joined all her fingers together on both hands and joined them together, the basic kissing action. Your face lit up in a bright blush as you walked over to her, to try and prevent Carol from looking.
“Um, why don’t we clean this up? Carol brought us some chinese food.” You hurriedly explained, putting the rest of the pictures back into the box except for the one clutched to her chest.
“Okay y/n.” She said, jumping off the couch and letting you clean it up as she walked towards the dining table. After a bit of struggle, she managed to get onto her chair.
Carol stood awkwardly next to the door, unsure of what to do. She shifted her weight slightly as Brooke watched her and you cleaned up the pictures. She sighed and put the chinese food on the table and headed over to help you.
“You need to wash your hands.” Brooke instructed, her tears now gone. Carol couldn’t help but smile slightly when she turned around. “That’s what y/n says whenever I come home.”
You whipped your head towards her, that was the first time she had called your house her home. Before, she had referred to it as ‘y/n’s house’. Tears welled up as you continued cleaning up the pictures and hurriedly putting them back in your room, now on a higher shelf.
You heard Carol and Brooke talk for a few moments as you went into the kitchen, hastily wiping away a tear as you got 3 plates. Carol was sitting across from Brooke, you decided to sit next to Brooke to help her eat.
“You can sit next to Carol if you want, I don’t mind.” Brooke said, reaching for one of the boxes after you’d given her a fork. You smiled softly at her before replying.
“It’s alright, I’m sure Carol won’t mind sitting by herself.” Carol smiled softly at you and opened the box Brooke was trying to open.
The rest of dinner went by rather smoothly, Carol and Brooke talked way more than you. They seemed to be getting along much better than you had expected. Even though you hadn’t expected it, Carol turned out to be better with children than you were.
By the end of dinner, Brooke had even started telling her some stories about her school. Carol gasped and gave the exact reaction Brooke had wanted. You took the plates to go wash them, telling Carol and Brooke to go find something on TV and Carol could leave if she needed to. But, Brooke asked Carol to stay, and she did.
You sighed and walked into the kitchen with a soft smile on your face as you started cleaning the dishes, too lost in your own thoughts to hear Carol coming into the kitchen with a similar smile on her face.
“She’s really sweet you know?” She joked, helping wash the dishes. You jumped slightly when she came beside you, causing her to chuckle slightly.
“Yeah, I guess.” You said, nervous as Carol’s arm brushed yours repeatedly as she dried the dishes. “She’s my sisters kid,” you confessed.
“What happened?” Carol asked quietly, almost whispering it.
“My sister and her husband were on their way here when they got into an accident with some random drunken drive, neither of them survived.” You took a deep breath before continuing, barely keeping your tears out. Carol gently put an arm on your hand as you continued.
“All of the extended family was across the country, so I took her in instead. She hated babysitters so I can barely do anything outside of work. And I want to date you, I really do, I just need to take care of her.” You finished, your voice wavering through the entire apology as you finished the dishes.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Carol said, pulling you into a tight hug. You wanted to fall apart, you had bottled up so many emotions befor a few months, not wanting to fall apart in front of Brooke, but you needed a good cry.
“I can wait as long as you need me to, I’ll still be here for you.” Carol murmured into your ear.
That’s all it took for you to start crying. Carol felt your body shiver as sobs started to break out of you.
Till now, she didn’t know how much was going on in your life. But now that she did, Carol was going to do everything she could to help keep you happy. No matter how long it took.
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hi! could you do julian and an nb mc who is self conscious about their self harm scars? i’ve been uhhh struggling lately so it would be nice to hear from my fav boi :) if its triggering for you then just scars in general would be totally fine!!
[I’ll do scars in general!
Julian x MC fic request
Characters: Julian Devorak (he/him), MC(they/them)
Fandom: The Arcana
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Julian had his arms full of boxes, so when he got to MC’s shop, he knocked with the tip of his boot. “MC! Can you open the door for me?” Julian called out, barely able to contain the excitement in his voice.
MC cracked open the door and gasped in surprise. They could barely see the top of Julian’s unruly auburn curls peeking out from above the pile of boxes he carried. “What’s the occasion? Are you moving in?” MC teased as they took the top box so Julian could see and moved aside.
Julian pressed a kiss to the top of MC’s head as he passed them. “Not to shock you, but I’ve already been living here for a few months,” he said, grinning widely. He set down the boxes on top of the table and moved to give MC a proper welcome, pulling them into his arms quickly. He leaned down and kissed their forehead, both of their cheeks, and finally their lips.
“Oh, I’ve been wondering who’s been leaving their eye patches lying around,” MC drawled, and Julian flushed slightly.
“On the subject of items lying around,” Julian said, quickly changing the subject. “I found these and I thought they’d look good on you,” he said, turning and nudging MC towards the boxes with an eager expression.
“What are they?” MC asked, reaching for the top box and opening the lid. They blinked a few times, and then stroked their fingers over the brightly-colored fabric. “You bought me clothes?” they said, trying not to laugh. Are all of these boxes full of clothing? There must be at least three dozen outfits in the boxes combined! they thought with a stifled chuckle.
Julian’s face turned the same shade as one of the dark red silks. “Well, spring is almost here. I thought I would cheer you up with something new to wear,” he explained, biting his lip.
Julian had noticed that MC preferred the fall and winter seasons, but he could never pinpoint why until a few weeks ago, when the weather began to slowly warm. MC started remaining inside more and more, sending him to make deliveries or for groceries. And when they did go out, they wore long sleeves and high-collared shirts, even if it was too warm for them.
At first, Julian thought it was to protect their skin from the sun.
But he’d been wrong on the first guess, as usual.
It was to protect their skin from the eyes of others.
Julian should have caught on when they’d been intimate and MC wanted to stay in their shirt, or his shirt they had stolen. But he’d been distracted and not paying attention to what was covered, too caught up in the passion he found with MC.
“MC....” Julian picked up a top that looked like it had been touched by a fiery sunset. “I know you’re self-conscious about your skin. And I’m not asking you to waltz around topless outside. I’d lose it at anyone who looked at you, and end up going back to jail for murder. But I want you to be comfortable around me. And I thought you’d feel....pretty, and confident in these at home,” he murmured, stroking his fingers over the silk. “Can you at least try them on for me? Please?” Julian asked, and he gave MC his best pleading look, his sky blue eyes hopeful.
Damn him, MC thought with a deep blush. “Alright. I’ll give you a private fashion show, but I can’t guarantee I’ll keep them,” MC warned.
Julian’s eyes lit up and he beamed at MC. “Perfect! I’ll separate these into outfits and all you have to do is get naked,” Julian purred, causing MC to flush even harder. “Go on, upstairs. Change into that robe you like,” Julian urged them.
MC muttered a few things about pushy red-headed doctors under their breath as they went upstairs. They changed out of their daily outfit and avoided looking in the tall mirror as they pulled on the robe. Its long sleeves covered their arms, hiding the multiple scars on each limb. Julian had never pushed them to wear different clothing before, but after everything Julian had already accepted about them, it was difficult to be upset at him. Plus, Julian had taken the time to sift through what he thought would look nice on MC. He must have been planning this for at least a week, MC thought with a little sigh.
“Ready when you are!” Julian called up cheerfully, and MC grimaced. It’s fine, just wear the clothes and he’ll be happy, MC thought with a flash of nervousness. They padded down the stairs and Julian had laid out that red, orange, and gold top next to a pair of soft grey, flowy pants.
“I’m guessing you’ll want me to change down here, to save myself from going up and down the stairs?” MC guessed, playfully scowling at Julian as they crossed their arms in front of them.
Julian grinned, unabashed with his answer. “Ooooh, yes. I don’t want to tire your legs out too early,” he half-growled, and MC shivered slightly.
MC fiddled with the sash to their robe before taking a short breath and sliding it off their shoulders, letting the item fall to the floor. Julian hissed in a breath, but he reigned in his urge to throw MC onto the table.
This was more vital than sex; getting MC to trust him with their body, and their scars. He’d only seen glimpses of them, but MC was notoriously self-conscious about their arms. Julian wanted to help, but he also didn’t want to push MC’s boundaries about their own body.
He picked up the silk top and he bent his head to kiss MC’s bare shoulder gently. He helped them into it and secured the beaded collar in the back. The cut of the top dipped down away from the collar and flared out to the arms, and the matching wrist bands that held the long pieces of silk together made MC look like a dancer from a foreign land, wild and untamed.
Julian knelt down and tapped each foot, sliding the pants up MC’s thighs and over their hips. He stepped back and adjusted the way the top fell against MC’s collarbones.
“H-how does it look?” MC asked nervously, twisting their hands together in front of them.
Julian could only shake his head.
Oh, it’s bad. Why would I ever think that he could see me the same way I see him? MC thought desperately, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to break free from their lashes.
“This was a mistake. I have piles of other clothes I want to dress you in, but all I can think about is how incredible you look,” Julian murmured, capturing MC’s wrist in his hand and pressing his lips against the scars along their arm.
“What?” MC said, their eyes wide. “A mistake...but....”
“I don’t think you understand how...sinful you look,” Julian said softly, and his lips kept going up MC’s arm until he reached their collarbone. “I want to show you off to the world, but at the same time I want to keep you in here, all to myself. The colors bring out the color in your skin, and it shows just enough skin to leave me yearning to see the rest.”
MC had to swallow a few times to get past the lump in their throat. “You’re just being nice,” they said, biting their lip. “My scars are blemishes, something to be hidden so others don’t get disgusted.”
Julian shook his head avidly, and he removed his eye patch so he could look at MC unhindered. “Never. I promised I’d never lie to you, MC. You’re beautiful and strong. And these,” Julian murmured, raising MC’s other wrist to kiss against the mars in their skin, “only add to your strength. You’re here, with me. And that’s all I care about. Your past, your demons....we can face them together.” Julian pulled MC tightly against his chest, peppering kisses over their throat and under their jaw.
“Can you feel what you do to me?” Julian breathed, and he moaned softly when MC’s body rubbed against him. “Every part of you gets me aching.”
MC arched a brow and put their arms around Julian’s neck. “Even my feet?” MC challenged, laughter in their eyes.
Julian wrinkled his nose at MC. “Don’t tease me. You know exactly what I meant,” he chided them playfully, nipping at MC’s ear.
MC snuggled closer to Julian, sighing gently. “......I’ll wear the clothes you got me when we’re at home. But...I’d still like to cover up when we go outside,” MC said, hoping that Julian wouldn’t be upset.
It’s progress. They trust me, Julian thought with a surge of pride. “This is just the beginning. The more clothes I bring home, the more clothes I get to take off you,” he said, wagging his eyebrows at MC with an evil grin. “And I think we should start with these...”
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do u have any anime recs?? ive only watched the popular ones like haikyuu, bnha and aot but its kinda overwhelming to look for new ones so im asking u since i know & trust that u have good taste
ooohhhhhh boyyyy im vibrating bc 1) you’re asking me for anime recs 2) yOU SAID I HAVE GOOD TASTE HDJK THANK 🥺💞
okay but being serious here ,,, i’m not sure exactly what genres you’re looking for so i’ll put a list of my favorites + other ones similar to those 3 you might enjoy :))) if you have anything specific in mind lmk !!! i recently compiled a list of everything i’ve watched / tried to watch (it’s quite embarrassing actually) so hopefully there’s something you’ll like on there 😊
fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood
genre: shounen, action, fantasy, women characters being badass
very brief summary: two boys learn alchemy and try to get their bodies back, ends up unravelling government conspiracy in the process
this is my all time favorite uhdfdjks
top tier, a masterpiece truly
i'd rate it 100/10 but it surpasses that honestly
it's just really REALLY good
might be a little bit slow in the beginning but trust me it picks up quickly
if you’re interested it’s originally a manga and has some more details the anime left out !!!
assassination classroom / ansatsu kyoushitsu
genre: shounen, school, action, kids being kids but with knives and guns
brief summary: a class of kids are assigned to kill a super monster before he blows up the earth in exactly one year - the catch is that he’s their homeroom teacher :D
basically kids learning how to be assassins but also trying to pass school and it's all very heartfelt and you WILL adopt them all
10/10 i cry every time
honestly watch this first it’s very easy to follow
also a manga with a few storylines the anime left out, not crucial but i recommend anyways since i read it first before the anime even came out and it just has a special place in my heart
noragami
genre: shounen, urban fantasy, gods being literal disasters someone pls help them
brief summary: a girl accidentally meets an unknown god and asks him for his help, slowly learns more about his world (i’m so sorry this is really vague but it’ll all be covered in the first episode trust me)
the gods can find spirits (dead people) and turn them into weapons if that’s cool
sexy animation !!!!!
only big flaw with the anime is that they mess up the main character’s characterization a little bit so you might want to read the manga? also only has two seasons and the manga is further along ,,, but everyone is currently stressed tf out over the plot ohmygod ,,,
gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun
genre: romantic comedy but heavy emphasis on comedy, slice of life, literal chaos
brief summary: a girl has a crush on a guy who turns out to be a manga artist, she winds up being his assistant (this barely covers it though)
a bunch of high school kids being chaotic and oblivious
just watch it i can’t really explain it in words you’ll be laughing a lot
only one season so if you enjoy there’s also more chaos in the manga
your lie in april / shigatsu wa kimi no uso
genre: shoujo, classical music !!!!
brief summary: a former piano prodigy who no longer plays because he can’t hear music meets a violinist that brings color into his life once again
look
this is top tier
so beautiful hhdjfdks
i watched this on my new tv and shed real tears
as a pianist/musician i adore it a lot hhhhh the pieces they chose to play are all the favs (i performed a medley with my violinist friend for a show once hahahah)
a little sad tho beware of feels
the opening song is like . so freaking well known omg
akame ga kill!
genre: shounen, action, lots of fighting and blood, war
brief summary: a boy joins a group of assassins who are working to overthrow the shithole government (yea sounds kind of basic but there’s more to it)
mainly just girls with weapons
i mean there’s guys too but the girls are the best characters
the weapons are lowkey magical too
yea this is where my nickname came from lol
the anime gets a 7/10 but the manga probably 8/10
manga is darker, more graphic but better plotwise
no game no life
genre: shounen, a bit of ecchi ugh, lots of mind games
brief summary: two genius gamer siblings get transported to a world where everything is decided by games, they decide they want to beat god
very colorful and pretty animation!!!!
there’s some questionable “fanservice” moments but ignoring that the plot is legit
only one season tho :(( pls it was so popular when it came out where is s2
there is a movie prequel, a lot more angsty but still vv good
ao haru ride
genre: shoujo, the usual high school romance, slice of life
brief summary: a girl meets the guy she used to have a crush on, only to find that his personality has completely changed (she has too though)
insert falling back in love
one of the shoujo classics haha
i binged this in one night a few weeks ago
not sure if it was worth it but i had fun lmao
just a low stakes cute anime
also very pretty
only 12 eps, the manga finishes later
given
genre: just music boys being gay lol (jk it’s kind of sad)
brief summary: a boy learns to move on from his ex by joining a band (this is possibly the shittiest summary ever but i dont wanna give anything away hdjhkjs)
just watch it lmao it’ll make sense
idiot boys
band boys !!!
feels but not overwhelming
the comedy is top notch though
i adore given so much hhjkdf waiting for the movie to come out
THE MUSIC IS SO GOOD
all the songs are on spotify i listen to them way too much
yuri on ice
genre: figure skaters being gay that’s all you need to know
brief summary: a figure skater falls into a slump, somehow winds up with the top skater as his coach (yet another shitty summary sorry)
hmm this isn’t actually one of my favorites but it’s popular enough so why not
i just really love figure skating hfjdks
it’s pretty accurate i’d say! there are even easter eggs of top men skaters irl hahah
definitely dramatized lol
but still pretty fun
bungou stray dogs
genre: shounen, urban fantasy, very dapper mafia / detectives
brief summary: a kid on the run after getting kicked out of his orphanage accidentally saves a detective, shit goes down from there
pretty fun as you learn about their powers, watch them solve mysteries
the fighting is cool too
until the machine guns appear ugh i just tune that part out
oh yea all the characters are named for actual literary figures and i didnt realize until s2 💀
fairy tail
genre: shounen, magic/fantasy, action, friends !!!!!
brief summary: just mages in guilds going on quests lolol what more do you want
fr it’s honestly quite chill
like there’s definitely an ongoing plot and lots of subplots / arcs
but it’s very character driven
so many cool character designs
was OBSESSED w this in middle school ,,, highkey embarrassing omg
one of the big anime/manga, if you like bnha i’m sure you’ll have fun with fairy tail
this was a stupidly long list and im clearly way too excited ,,, if you have any questions or just want to scream about any of these, my inbox is always open ;)))
#ask#anon#anime recs#plsss im a weeb#ive definitely lost followers over it#but idc anymore#tysm for this ask ily
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