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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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How Do You Seal A Deal?

Agent Rossi-Reid

Anthology Masterlist

David Rossi x daughter!reader, Spencer Reid x reader, Criminal minds x BAU!reader

Summary: Spencer and RR go on their first date.

A/N: I have very little experience writing romance and this was my first time writing a first date fic. I'm excited to see what you all think of it!

CW: Spencer wears glasses, fluff

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You had to admit that you were shocked when Spencer asked you on a date.

Not because you didn’t like him (you did), or because you thought he didn’t have the guts to do it (this one was questionable), but because you truly weren’t expecting him to ask you.

You’d honestly thought that if Spencer was going to ask anyone out it would have been JJ, because… well… JJ was everything you weren’t; great with everyone she met, gentle but firm, and she had a solid place on the team. All of you relied on JJ for case reports and communication with people outside of the bureau.

But the team could survive without you.

You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, slipping on a casual dress before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. You were meeting Spencer at a local park, in between where the both of you lived. This wouldn’t be your first time going out with Spencer, but it would be your first time going out with Spencer alone and outside of any work-related function.

There was usually a buffer between the two of you- Morgan or Hotch when you were out with the team, or the stacks and stacks of paper and files from cases. You wondered what it would be like without the buffer, with just the two of you and no safety net to catch you if you happened to fall.

You spotted Spencer, sitting on a bench under a tree. He had a pocket-sized book in his hands. He looked less tense than he usually did at work. Maybe it was the cardigan that fit him nicer than his oversized button downs and sweaters, or how he sat back against the bench instead of hunched like he did at his desk. But the thing that caught your eye was the glasses.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” you said as you approached him.

Spencer quickly looked up, putting his book away and standing, his posture becoming a bit taut. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “I don’t technically need them, but if I’m going to be reading a lot-”

“So we’re going to be reading a lot?” You couldn’t help but let the profiler in you come out.

“Is-is that okay?” Spencer sputtered, his eyes wide and puppy-like. “I have a back up plan if you-”

“Spencer,” you stopped him from rambling and smiled at him gently. “I’m sure whatever you have planned is great.”

Spencer seemed to relax a little at that, grinning rather sheepishly. “You wanna get going then?”

You smiled. “Absolutely.”

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“We’re almost there,” Spencer said as the two of you turned the corner. Somewhere along the way, you began to guess where he was taking you out-loud. Having lived in the DC area your entire life, you’d been to every museum, art gallery, monument, and store that the nations capital had to offer, but even as you got closer and closer to the location, you couldn’t narrow it down.

“The Daily Coffee Archive?” you guessed. All you knew was that the place involved reading, so a cafe that used newspapers for their wallpaper should count… right?

“Nope.”

“I give up,” you admitted.

“You never give up,” Spencer said. The comment was casual, but your breath still caught in your throat when he said it. For years your extreme determination had been something people often looked down on you for, but when Spencer said it, it was as if he wanted you to continue to push forward. “I think we have time for one more guess.”

You shook your head. “I really don’t know.”

Spencer stopped before the next turn and looked down at you. There was an excitement behind his eyes, but it was covered by a slight concern. “Will you try?”

You couldn’t say no to him. You looked around at the location- you’d walked down the street here many times before, but not nearly as often as other parts of town. It wasn’t nearly as busy as the main ways, but busy enough that it felt safe. You looked up and down at the signs on the buildings, but none of them stuck out to you as somewhere Spencer would be attracted to.

“A bookstore?” you threw out a general answer.

Spencer grinned. “Yeah, a bookstore.”

You smiled back. He wanted you to succeed. He didn’t let up until you did.

“It’s this way,” he said.

You let him guide you down a side-street full of small shops- most of them had signs in languages you recognized, but couldn’t read- and you wondered how Spencer had ever found this place at all. It looked like a little slice of Europe in the middle of DC.

He stopped at the entrance to a store called INGRID’S LIBRARY and opened the door for you. Carefully, you stepped through the doorway, looking around. The store was cozy, all floor to ceiling shelves and heavy furniture. The bookshelves were heavily packed, each of them labeled with a different European language.

“Doctor Reid!” an older woman called from behind the counter as Spencer stepped into the shop behind you. “You’ve brought a friend.”

“Hello, Mrs. Holt,” Spencer greeted her. “This is my friend, (Y/N) Rossi. And (Y/N), this is Ms. Ingrid Holt.”

“Oh please,” the lady started. You couldn’t quite pinpoint her accent… was it Dutch or Swedish? “Just call me Ingrid.”

“Your shop is beautiful,” you told her, still looking around in slight awe. “Are these all in the original language?”

“They are,” she said proudly. A bell went off. “Oh! My delivery just came in. The Italian section is in the second room. Help yourself to some tea upstairs.” She winked and gestured to the open doorway which led to the second part of the store before disappearing into a back room.

You turned to Spencer. “Do you mind if I take a look?”

“Go ahead!” You could tell he was trying to contain his own excitement.

He followed you to the second room of the store where you quickly found the bookshelf designated for Italian works of literature. There were all sorts of titles- everything from Pinoccio to The Silent Duchess. You ran your hands carefully over the spines, entranced by the works of literature in your family’s language.

“This is incredible,” you nearly whispered the words, too amazed to say them louder. “How did you find this place?”

“When I first moved here I was trying to find a book. This was the only store in DC that had it.”

“Well, I’m glad they did.”

Spencer nodded a bit and looked down in response, his hands stuffed in his pockets. You looked at the shelves, eyes scanning the store, when Spencer cleared his throat. It was something you noticed he did often, particularly when he was nervous, but you still turned to look at him.

His tawny eyes were wide. “I- um,” he stuttered, then cleared his throat again. “Will you read to me?”

Your heart paused in your chest and heat rose in your cheeks. “Oh-of course.” You wished you could cover the shock in your words and on your face, but you couldn’t. Not when someone like Spencer Reid asked you for something like that. “But, haven’t you already read the translations?”

“I have, but there’s something different about listening to it... and it's even better in the original language,” he said shyly.

“Then… which one?” You wanted to look at the books, but you were too busy admiring the man in front of you. He looked like the muse for a piece of art, with the books in the background and the glasses that perched on his button nose. The shape of his features were too soft to be properly portrayed by carving them in marble, but too sharp to be captured by oil paint. Truly, you didn’t even think a photograph would do him justice.

“I want you to pick,” he said. “I think what book a person picks can tell you a lot about them.”

You nodded and pulled your gaze away to scan the shelves, looking for something suitable. When your eyes landed on Orlando innamorato, it was an easy choice. Not because you liked the epic, but because poetry was the only art form you thought could capture Spencer’s beauty.

“Are you trying to impress me?” he asked as you pulled the book from the shelf.

You shook your head. “No. Why?” It was only half a lie.

“My… my mom was a professor of 15th century literature,” he said it like a confession, causing you to tighten in a slight panic.

“I can pick something else-”

“No.” He shook his head. “I never bothered to pick that one up. I don’t know much about the story to be completely honest.”

You paused. He could have been lying, but none of his tells showed through. “I guess it doesn’t tell you much about me, then. To you at least.”

“I guess not,” Spencer chuckled.

“I don’t know anything about Russian,” your boldness was beginning to show through just a little, “so will you read me something that won’t tell me much about you?”

You’d noticed early on that asking Spencer to do things that only he could do brought out his confidence, but you were still a little surprised at how he didn’t stutter or sound hesitant as he said “Yes.”

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“You know that you’re supposed to buy books at a bookstore, right?” you asked Spencer as he walked you towards your apartment building.

Ingrid had been so kind as to let the two of you stay far past the normal hours; by the time you left the angle of the sun was causing shadows to become longer and leaner with every passing second. You hadn’t even realized how long the two of you had spent in the cozy attic space of the store- with plush couches and chairs, herbal tea, and the sound of Spencer’s voice as he read The Master and Margarita out loud it was all too easy to lose track of time.

“I know,” Spencer said. “Since I read so much and my apartment can only hold so many books, Ingrid and I have a deal.”

“A deal?” You raised your eyebrows in suspicion as you got to the door of your building.

“A deal,” Spencer repeated.

“You know what they say about deals.”

“What do they say about deals?” he asked.

You turned to face him and quickly noticed how close the two of you were. Spencer was known to like his space. He didn’t shake hands, or share food, and he had a tendency to stand a bit farther away from people. Throughout your date, you and Spencer didn’t touch- not even the innocent brush of fingertips or shoulders. You sat in separate chairs in the attic. It was something you were prepared for and something you were okay with, so the sudden close proximity surprised you.

Spencer looked at you with a slight fear in his eyes, but the hope in them was stronger. Blood rushed to your face. Your lips parted slightly in surprise and you thought the sound of your heartbeat must have been audible to the entire DC area. The feeling rushed to your head, causing you to lose your train of thought almost entirely.

“You tell me.” The words came out as less than a whisper and more as a breath.

Spencer swallowed. “S-some people seal them with a handshake.”

“By the estimated number of pathogens passed between hand-to-hand contact,” you recited the words exactly as he had said them to you before, “it’s actually considered safer to kiss.”

The next few seconds happened in a blur of emotions. You weren’t sure who was the first to initiate contact- whether your hands found his sides first, or he gently cupped your face before that. You didn’t know if he pulled you against him, or if you had leaned closer. You had no idea if you were kissing Spencer, or if Spencer was kissing you.

But it didn't really matter, because on either end the favor was returned- and that you were sure of.

His lips were soft against yours, slightly unsure at first, but steady by the end. There was nothing about the physical action that was consuming, and yet you felt like you were being devoured by the moment. The kiss wasn't bruising, but it left a mark- a singular spot in your heart that longed to grow.

For only a moment, you let yourself be brave and it was rewarded. The taste of tea lingered on the tip of tongues, just enough to remind you of where you had been and intriguing you to want to know more… but that was the thing about Spencer, wasn’t it? Something about him always made you want to know more.

The kiss ended just as gently as it began, but this time you were determined to slow down the blur so you could remember every part of it- the serenity of sharing breath, if only for a few moments, and the glimpse of Spencer’s softly lidded eyes as you both studied one another. Goosebumps rose on your skin as he pulled his hands away from your face, cold air hitting the place where his palms had rested. The shock was just enough for you to loose focus for a milisecond and once you gained it back there was space between the two of you again- physically closer than normal, but feeling farther away than before.

“We never made a deal,” Spencer broke the silence between the two of you. You felt the gentle brush of his hand against yours- fingertips resting on fingertips.

You looked from where your hands were touching, up to his face. The hope and fear was gone- all of it replaced by a factual look, but not one you had seen before. Usually when Spencer looked factual it was about statistics or proven theories. Right then it looked like a sureness in the existence of God.

You smiled slowly- just letting the corners of your mouth come up at the corners, lips still parted in a slight wonder. “Well,” you said. “How do you feel about the deal to go on another date?”

Spencer smiled at this too. “It’s a deal,” he said. You followed his gaze down to where your hands were still touching. “We could take it a step further and seal it with a handshake.”

You let out a breathy giggle. “Or you could kiss me again.”

Spencer didn’t waste any time pressing his smiling lips to yours for only a second. The ease of it made it feel like the two of you had known one another- been with one another- for years. It was comforting.

“There,” he said. “The deal is sealed.”

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lilac--sun · 11 months

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-I feel like nightmare loves having fresh around because he annoys Error to no end. he finds it hilarious when Error gets so fed up and frustrated

-No matter where they are, cats/dogs flock to Dust, he doesn't know why but it even affects some dog/cat monsters. He went to Ccinos Cafe one time and he will never go back just because of the sheer amount of cats that were all over him, Killer has about 2 dozen pictures of it happening

-PaperJam is vegetarian bordering on vegan idc what anyone says

-Killer has slept in his room a total of 10 times since joining Nightmare, He doesn't know why but he sleeps better in Nightmares bed. And if he can't sleep there, he sleeps in Horrors, Dusts or Crosses. His room is a last resort for him

- Dusts owns a motorcycle and is a BIG nerd about it, he usually takes it to an surface Underfell so he doesn't have to worry about a speed limit and to his dismay Nightmare makes him where a helmet (guys I know NOTHING about motorcycle but he definitely has a MTT 420-RR)

-Blue and Classic Papyrus have a pet turtle races every week, Papyrus is currently winning

-Nightmare cannot handle spicy stuff, he can BARELY eat bbq stuff, the gang makes fun of him.

-Dream on the other hand literally ate a Carolina reaper that killer put on his sandwich to 'prank' and was like "oh that's a bit spicy"

-Reaper sometimes pops into Nightmares castle, sleeps, then leaves, Nightmare doesn't know why he does it but it's become so normal that he doesn't question it

-Killer likes to hang out in MafiaTale because he can get away with basically anything and he's UNTOUCHABLE Because everyone knows he works for Nightmare [gives him a lil power trip]

#bad sanses #undertale headcanons #star sanses #bad sans gang #i wrote this instead of sleeping

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kheta · 6 months

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Bruce and Tim Gaslighting

Just. Bruce and Tim unintentionally gaslighting each other. Bruce being supremely paranoid but somehow managing to like work it down to normal, parental protectiveness levels. And Tim being like. UGH, why are you so paranoid? Bruce so used to his sons fighting him for independence, giving Tim space and Tim thinking Bruce is upset with him because. Where has his stalker dad love gone? Neither of them know anything about proper boundaries, so Bruce calls Tim anywhere from once a week to every few hours depending on when they last saw one another. And Tim isn't used to having anyone call his personal phone, so it's on silent for everyone bar Lucius so he replies like. Once a fortnight if Bruce is lucky. And he can't see the missed calls notif because he's using a theme that renders notifs obsolete and only checks his Notification Centre. Which is always just filled with messaging apps his friends use to contact him because he's just so bad at keeping in touch. Bruce is convinced that Tim is becoming disillusioned with having him as the failure dad and Tim is convinced that Bruce only cares about RR because he's getting constant cases from his dad, but Bruce doesn't invite him to cafe lunches or movie dates. (Bruce does. Tim is just shit at responding/often doesn't read the messages properly. But Tim always responds to RR stuff because different phone.)

#tim drake #bruce wayne #batman #red robin #batfam

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grellestie · 1 year

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oops just reaper headcanons!

random hcs i had while at work;

-> grelle’s natural hair is curly but she just dislikes it (time period mentality) and she usually just straightens it because she gets self conscious about it.

-> william knows grelle tends to lie about various things to new recruits and there has been times where he’s had to hide his enjoyment of her humor for the sake of making sure he keeps his reputation as well as making sure grelle doesn’t get anything to brag about.

--> these lies include;

“My poor little doves, don’t you know how much you’ve missed out on, have you? THE Cleopatra was Head of Communications for years! She was so inspirational~”

“If you lose your glasses, you’ll have to spend several extra years as a reaper, darling. Oh? How long you say? Depends...”

“If you find a certain Cinematic Record, rumor has it that you will disappear very soon after unless you give it to someone else! Watch out, darlings!~”

-> grelle only listens to death metal at work, at home though? she listens to the most girly and trashy music you have ever heard. it’s a comfort to her!

--> the bands i headcanon grelle listening to the most would be jack off jill, the beatles, and probably otep.

-> ronald only drank about several White Russian cocktails before swearing off of it. when he had that horrid experience, he could have swore that he was going to die a second time with how fast his heart was beating. and he called grelle which was an awful idea. it was 3am and she was barely awake when a grossly sobbing ronald clung to her and was so afraid of dying... it was a very... VERY long night. she has not have let him live it down since and still teases him to this day about it. he is extremely embarrassed about it and rarely talks about it.

-> grelle is the type that just interjects herself into conversations and inserts her own opinion before just leaving.

-> makeup... god she is very picky about makeup. she only goes for the same brand, only eyeshadow palletes with red, and red lipstick. sometimes she goes out of her comfort zone with lipstick but it’s extremely rare.

shinigami realm + human world hcs under da cut since i dont shut up...

-> the shinigami realm is just like our world except it’s completely void of color except for the council’s quarters and courtroom. the technology is horribly advanced and everyday is pretty much a black mirror episode.

--> taker’s betrayal really made it worse. there’s a lot of surveillance like with insects all being fake and only used to spy on other reapers to stop a potential repeat.

---> grelle hates it. first of all... bugs? watching her every move?! EWWW! she usually smashes them without second thought. second of all... it’s none of their business what a lady does in her private time! they should keep their eyes to themselves! and that thought process might get her into some trouble but since when has grelle been afraid of causing a bit of trouble?

---> william feels... the same as grelle and he’d never admit it to her face in order to not spark a rebellious flame in her. not to mention, he doesn’t go to the extent she does. he finds them as an extreme breach of privacy for such a small thing. grelle came back just fine after she had her rebellious phase and the undertaker case was something that had been brewing for as long as he was a reaper.

---> ronald tends to agree with his mentor a lot and this is a big one he agrees on. he prefers human pubs over reaper pubs...

---> other reapers are either extremely uncomfortable and put off by it while others don’t mind it and are willing to let them spy on! they don’t want any more traitors.

-> a happier headcanon! there’s a club in the human world and you can’t get in unless you tell the guard at the door what your registration number is. it’s called RR&Q Cafe. it stands for Retired Reaper & Quitters but reapers still in service can definitely go

--> grelle has always gone there since she was still studying in the academy. she took a small detour on a school trip and only had heard rumors about it, imagine her shock to find out that it actually a place! a lot of the “quitters” were everywhere under the queer umbrella which is where grelle really had her source of euphoria for a bit before she became more and more feminine. she’s taken ronald a couple of times and he’s... slowly figuring it out.

#oops wrote a lot #headcanons #black butler #kuroshitsuji #cw alcohol mention #its not too big tho #grelle sutcliff #ronald knox #william t spears #grell sutcliff #undertaker #writing tag

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krylov-space · 11 months

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Honda CBR-RR 1000 R SP

Nice stock titanium Akrapovic exhaust. Nice colors, too…

(Picture taken @ Cafe Hubraum, Solingen)

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scholarlypidgeot · 1 year

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Interview with Patrisia Suanders

RR: Thank you for joining us today, Ms. Saunders. You don’t mind if I record this?

PS: Oh, no. We can’t rely entirely on our memories to hold onto these kinds of things. Will this be shared?

RR: By a wider audience, but not one you would know.

PS: Good. Although it does make me a little nervous, talking to an audience of strangers.

RR: Perhaps less strange if we introduce you! Interview of Patrisia Suanders -

PS: Pat, please.

RR: Right. Interview of Pat prior to her presence within Crimson, the first novel of the Prism series.

PS: A very small presence I’m sure.

RR: Any presence, however small, is significant. For those who don’t already know, how old are you?

PS: Twenty-three this year.

RR: And your occupation?

PS: I’m a seventh year Keeper apprentice at the Adelise University in the Seat of Iron and Silver.

RR: What’s your living situation there? Is there any kind of on-campus housing?

PS: There is, which I used for the first few years after coming up from Brydlen. It’s for first- and second-years, though, so I had to find a new place a few years back. I found it at the Three Perytons Inn, about an hour’s walk from the Seat.

RR: That seems like a long commute.

PS: It’s not so bad, and on bad weather days you can usually call a cab. Besides, I like the area the Perytons is in. There’s a cafe about twenty minutes out along a few sidestreets where I can usually study in peace.

RR: Do you have any kind of roommate?

PS: No, nothing like that. I’ve got a single bedroom accommodation with access to the kitchens, along with a few other amenities. Over the years I’ve gotten to know the proprietors, though. The Blakes have been very kind to me.

RR: Tell us about them.

PS: Eva is the main proprietor, while her husband Ren takes care of any kind of maintenance about the property. I didn’t really get to know them until about… five months into my stay. I was doing some study in the library when one of their boys found me and was just bursting with questions about my project. It wasn’t the same as my current research – it was my smaller project on the symbol of the peryton in Brydlenesse cultural folklore – but before I knew it two others had turned up and I had a captive audience. Or rather, they had a captive Keeper. They must have told Eva about it because she mentioned it to me the next day, and that’s how we struck up our first real conversation. I’ve been more or less integrated into the family since then.

RR: Is the library your favorite part of the inn?

PS: Yes! While it’s much smaller than the libraries in the Seat and especially at the University, they’ve got quite the collection of odd books for guests to read. I’m not the only student living there right now, and I think it helps that they’ve got books written in the Golden language.

RR: That’s rare in the Seat?

PS: Yes, actually. The Seat has access to every library in the Iron and Silver Empire, but with ongoing tensions over the border in the Protectorates it’s something of a rarity to find books about them and especially Aurbea. Ren – Mr. Blake, that is – even speaks some Aurbean, which is fascinating, but he won’t tell me why. He’s been teaching me some of it, though, as long as I don’t pry.

RR: Does your average day see you in that library often?

PS: Not anymore. While I do still spend time there I’ve gotten through all but the Golden books from cover to cover. You’re much more likely to find me in the University library between classes, or studying at Dunnson’s.

RR: That’s the cafe you described earlier.

PS: Yes.

RR: Do you do any work for a living?

PS: Nothing professional since I started my final research work, but I’ll pick up odd jobs for Eva and Ren. During busy months I’ll be behind the counter at Dunnson’s. I guess you could say that outside of my student career, where I get some jobs Keeping and telling stories from time to time through my program, my main source of income is leatherworking. I work primarily with deerhide, since we raised herds of them on my father’s ranch while we were growing up, but I’ve learned to work with just about anything else too. And I’m not half bad at embroidery. There’s a tailoring shop much closer to campus where I can work for an hour or two between classes, and then after school and on my days off.

RR: It sounds like you don’t necessarily work for money, though.

PS: Money is a necessity, since coins can get you pretty much everything else, but I don’t think it’s as important to a vocation as self-fulfillment. If your work brings joy to you or someone else, and you have enough to survive by, you don’t need too much more.

RR: You could use money for travel.

PS: You’re right, I could. In fact that’s what I plan to do once I’m a fully fledged Keeper if I don’t find work as a personal attendant somewhere.

RR: Well, money wasn’t a concern, where would you travel?

PS: Oh, there are so many places. The old Silver capital in Zanomia – the one right near the border of Brydlen? – that’s one of them. My parents took us there once when I was a child but I’d love to go again on my own. I’d like to travel the countryside along the main road on horseback – I’ve got a whole mapped plan between there and the Basin city across the border to the north, New Adrenee. I think it’ll be the first place I go after I graduate. Assuming I don’t find work right away, of course.

RR: Well, that’s the space we have for this part of the interview. Thank you for your time, Pat, and we’ll pick up here next time.

PS: Thank you! I look forward to the story I’ll help tell!

#pat #prism #crimson #raphael ross

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chvndlr · 6 months

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CHANDLER LINWOOD || TASK 13 || SHORT & SWEET

What is your favorite book from childhood? I read quite a bit when I was a kid, but the only book series I read again and again was Harry Potter. I know that's such a basic answer, but whatever. I loved the idea of going to magic boarding school in England. I haven't really read them since everything started happening with JK though.

Do you own an item that comforts you when you’re sad? Alcohol. But I just got sober, so I can't do that anymore. I'm not sure. They're not items, but my pets I guess. I have a dog (Jenna) and a cat (Ryan Reynolds). Jenna especially; nothing against RR. But he's a lot more independent than she is. So even if I'm down, I still have to walk her and get out of the house a couple times a day and that helps a lot.

What makes you happy? I love to cook. Finding recipes, buying all the ingredients, and challenging myself in the kitchen. It takes up a lot of my free time, but I don't mind. I try to make something every night, although I usually have enough leftovers that I cook a little less than that. What are three things you like about yourself? I have a good sense of humor. I can't think of anything else though, how fucked up is that?

Which season is your favorite? Winter. Hands down. The snow, the cold weather, the holidays. My birthday's in winter too. I don't do well in the heat, and I don't like hanging out at the beach. That wasn't a problem growing up in the midwest but you Merrockites (Merrockians?) really like your fucking beach. Winter, nobody asks me to hang out there or go swimming or threaten to make me try surfing.

Do you believe in the supernatural? Sure? I do think there's shit going on that humans are oblivious too whether it's ghosts or cryptids or whatever. But I haven't really thought about this topic much, no strong feelings either way

Name a song that has a deeper meaning to you I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I only expect, like, two people to actually get this far. Bosco by Placebo. It's got a weird name, but it's a really bittersweet song and it helped me a lot through my last relationship and the breakup afterwards. What do you think about social media? I mean, I'm on everything. Kind of need to be for my photography business. And I do love a good meme. But I don't even wanna talk to people in person, let alone on my couch when I'm by myself.

What would be your dream job? I don't know. Still figuring that out. Name three things you don’t leave the house without Keys, phone and wallet are all a bit obvious, right? I usually have my airpods as well. Camera if I'm not just going to the cafe, or worried about it getting ruined. What is your favorite comfort food? We have this thing in Minnesota called hot dish. It's literally tater tots, cream of mushroom soup and ground beef. Objectively, it's repulsive. But I grew up eating it a lot and it's kinda nostalgic for me now. Are you an active person? / What do you do to stay active? Hah. Yeah, I'm super active. I walked all around the kanto region yesterday without leaving my bed! Name your three biggest inspirations (people-wise) No thanks. My late uncle, my childhood friend from Minnesota, and Beck. But don't tell Beck. He's already annoying enough without knowing that. What is currently your favorite airing show? I haven't been keeping up with TV much. I have a whole backlog of shows I need to watch....nothing I could tell you is still airing. If you had to go anywhere right now, where would you go? If I had to? My high school sorta-ex-boyfriend had a cabin up in Northern Minnesota we would go to a lot for privacy. It was so nice up there. I haven't visited since I was a kid

#merrocktask #(task.)#(about.)#alcoholism tw #(briefly mentioned.)

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