#maeve evermore

[violentdelightsproductions]

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[msommers]

apoc au w the first time maeve’s influence on dietrich being shown is him taking the time to read a bit of the book she found for him during travel and insisted he take time to enjoy

[madhatterbri]

Elijah Mikaelson Fics

New Traditions - Elijah comes up with a new holiday tradition. 18+.

Tell Me - The reader finds out that Elijah may have more feelings for Hayley than he originally told her.

Some Respect On It - Diego teases you about Elijah for the last time. 18+.

Say It Again - You confess to Elijah that you love him while you lay dying in his arms. You tell him once more when you come back to life.

Savior - Elijah may prove useful to you in more ways than one.

Lesson - Elijah is forced to pay for his past.

Stay - Sienna and Elijah are in a bind. She tries to get him to feed off of her but he refuses. He only wants her to admit one thing to him.

Evermore - Elijah acts coldly to his casquette girl so she fulfills her role to be with the governor's son. Now he mourns the life he could have had with her.

Part of Your World - Elijah tries to protect Corina from his world yet she ended up in it anyways.

Fun And Games - Elijah seems to always be where Maeve and Diego go. (Part 1 of 2 to Until Someone Gets Hurt)

Until Someone Gets Hurt - Maeve confronts Elijah about his meddling with her relationship. (Part 2 of 2 to Fun and Games)

The Reason - Elijah is injured while saving Brittany. She starts doubting her future.

So Close - Elijah saved a casquette girl from death. Sent to marry the governor's son, the Mikaelsons take her in to protect her from the people responsible for the attack against her. While there, she learns their secrets and develops a crush on Elijah. This is the last social engagement before she is to be wedded to the governor's son. (Inspired by 'So Close' by Jon McLaughlin)

Back To You - Lucien's little sister arrives in New Orleans to hear her brother's new twisted plan. Once she sees Elijah, old feelings that were buried come back to life.

Crawling Back To You - Some people are hard to forget.

Punishment - Elijah Mikaelson Smut.

Urges - Olive is done fighting her urges for Elijah.

Jealousy - Diego is jealous and Elijah isn't helping things.

Where You Belong - Tender night with Elijah. 18+ish.

Nightmares - Summary: "Shh, you are safe here," Elijah promises to protect Y/N.

[izzielizzie]

What do you think the oou character's favorite Taylor Swift album is?

omg i love this question!!

bronwyn: speak now

sparks fly?? enchanted??? "you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter"??? need i elaborate?

nate: reputation

the album being about falling in love when your reputation is at its worst but it doesn't matter because you're being loved by someone who is just so right for you is the literal definition of natewyn so ofc it's nate's favorite

cooper: folklore

invisible string is so krisper coded. also peace because cooper's in the limelight all the time and that's something that he can't change but also he loves kris so much so he can't help but feel bad about the media attention

addy: midnights

midnight rain ("he was sunshine i was midnight rain" is so jake and addy — especially based on how the media portrayed them during the investigation) and bejeweled are probably her favorites

luis: 1989

he loves the pop sound, but also songs like you are in love and this love remind him of maeve

kris: red

this is purely based on vibes and the fact that begin again reminds me of that scene when the bayview crew was trying to get nate out of jail and kris was just so in love with cooper and it was so obvious and sweet

maeve: evermore

is this because evermore is my favorite album and maeve is my favorite character? yes. but also gold rush describes the way she felt about luis until they started dating perfectly. and she had the bridge of champagne problems memorized after the first listen and can recite it on command and nothing's going to change my mind on that

phoebe: lover

phoebe is SUCH a romantic girlie. like inthaf??? lover??? afterglow??? but also the archer is SO phoebe coded (especially the "who could leave me darling/but who could stay" lines)

knox: fearless

something about jump then fall SCREAMS knox idk why but that's the way it is

[natewynoou]

OOU Couples as Taylor Swift Albums

Nate and Bronwyn - Speak Now and Reputation

Addy and Keely - Lover and Debut

Cooper and Kris - 1989 and Folklore

Maeve and Luis - Fearless and Evermore

Knox and Phoebe - Midnights and Red

[madwomansapologist]

TAYLOR SWIFT (TAYLOR'S VERSION)

Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

Aragorn: Elrond wanted you to remain in Rivendell, but you needed to represent the Vale Elves in the Fellowship of the Ring. And you needed to make sure Aragorn was okay.

I'm Only Me When I'm With You

Arisu: To live in a land without rules, but the one that forces everyone to keep playing, is to live in hell. Except for a few moments.

FEARLESS (TAYLOR'S VERSION)

Untouchable

Queen Maeve: You fell in love with Margaret, but all you can do is watch her on TV wondering if one day you won't feel so alone.

Mr. Perfectly Fine

Petyr Baelish: You should've know that he would break your heart. You just didn't knew he would be so indifferent. But Varys sees a very different thing.

SPEAK NOW (TAYLOR'S VERSION)

Ours

Amy Santiago: When your precint found out about your relationship with Amy, suddenly the best place in the world turned into a gossip den. synopsis: When your precint found out about your relationship with Amy, suddenly the best place in the world turned into a gossip den.

RED (TAYLOR'S VERSION)

Come Back... Be Here

Carmy Berzatto: You spent months telling yourself "Don't get attached." But when the feeling sinks in you realize: you don't wanna miss Carmy Berzatto.

1989 (TAYLOR'S VERSION)

I Wish You Would

Sidney Prescott: After a fight, you both chose to never ever talk to each other anymore. And so you both did, until the night mists take over your minds.

REPUTATION (TAYLOR'S VERSION)

So It Goes

Charles Boyle and Richie Jerimovich: A night out, with alcohol and the man you want.

Dress

Richie Jerimovich: People may not understand why you both decided to not let anyone know about your relatioship. They wouldn't understand how exciting it is to share a secret with someone you love. Or how funny it is to tease him on public.

LOVER

Cornelia Street

Jason Voorhees: If he ever broke your heart... you don't think time can mend that.

FOLKLORE

cardigan

Richie Jerimovich: Richie was fine with being left. After all, he wouldn't marry himself either. Richie gets that he's hard to love and easy to leave. Then why didn't you leave him yet?

exile

Shan Yu: It's done. Done. But why does it hurt so bad?

EVERMORE

it's time to go

Chidi Anagonye: The only way to guarantee that people on The Good Place could live a meaninful afterlife was to make sure that they could die. You just didn't imagine Chidi would ever make that decision.

MIDNIGHTS

Mastermind

Daenerys Targaryen: Daenerys had to confess something to you, a sin that she carried alone for to long, but little did she know it wouldn't surprise you.

@ madwomansapologist.tumblr.

[thedeathwitchescats]

Undying loyalty is my favorite thing to see in books. Friends who would stand beside the love interest with just as much ire for those who hurt the mc. No questions asked. Friends who would lie under oath, who would sacrifice their own lives, who would give their darkest secrets just to see their loved ones live another day. Lovers who would burn the entire world just to remind people that their love is theirs. Lovers who would kill, torture and destroy for the one they call theirs. The scene where the character who bows for no one bows for the one they love. Also, when family is willing to fight and kill for each other too. Pekka Rollins kneeling to Kaz in order to save his son, Klaus kneeling to save Hailey, Lucien bowing to Rhys to save Feyre- Like nothing is better than that tbh. Utter devotion. Daemon giving his crown to Viserys, Daemon lowering his head to meet Rhayneras. Aelin giving the keys to Manon and then giving herself to Maeve to save Elide. Lorcan crawling after Aelin. Andrew rampaging through the riot and losing his shit when he found the duffle bag. Him racing across a parking lot handcuffed to wymack just to get to neil. Neil going to evermore to keep Proust away from Andrew. Dorian letting Aelin grab his throat when she was in an animalistic rage after finding Nehemia's body, not caring if she killed him. Rowan, on the beach, "wheres my wife" and then putting a knife to Lorcans throat. When he skinned Carin alive. Fenrys breaking maeves blood oath to buy aelin time. Aelin giving up her time with rowan to get him to bring fenrys back to her. Lorcan crying for aelin. Neil buying Andrew a brand new car with no questions asked.

Undying devotion, i want more of it

[okmilli-sims]

Meet Reed 🐮🌾

Reed Nagata Dreamer is the son of Rainn Nagata Dreamer (Gen 4) and Kade Nagata. He grew up in Mt. Komorebi with his parents; For a bit of back story, his mother Rainn is the daughter of Maeves Bailey Dreamer. She went by just Bailey, Bailey married her best friend Dakota and since he was in the military they were stationed in Mt. Komorebi for a bit and they decided to stay and raise their family there. The family eventually returned back home to Oasis Springs, but as an adult, Rainn decided to move back. There she met Kade, fell in love, and they had two sons--Reed and Malachi.  Reed has always wanted to be a cowboy. He had posters on his wall as a kid and one day he decided that he would turn what was once a childhood dream into reality. He’s a Dreamer, after all! Reed has family in Strangerville. (Some more backstory) Opal-Day Dreamer owns a farm with her husband Brycen Evermore. They originally lived in Henford-on-Bagley, but moved to Strangerville where Opal grew up as a kid. Her father purchased her a plot of land across from her childhood home and named it “Opal House” and they started their successful farm there named: Opal House Farms.  Check out their family tree for more details: https://www.theplumtreeapp.com/trees/601459d9b8c30c0008b80b5a

Reed is working as a farm hand for Brycen and Opal until he figures things out for himself in Strangerville, Brycen is teaching him the ropes.

[likewewereinparis]

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maeve

lesbian, intj 8w7, ♌

writer, photographer, baker

formerly @.shitstormbackintexas or @.replayingyourlaughter-disaster

the occasional edit tagged #my edit

main blog is @grishaverse-chaos

rep/evermore/midnights/ttpd girlie

other music: sabrina carpenter, maisie peters, olivia rodrigo, xana, fletcher, cloudy june, hozier, girl in red

tracking #tsusermaeve - I'd love to be tagged in anybody's edits etc

[eliza-writes-stuff]

Popular tropes in fanfics or at least bbs fanfics

ehhhhh’

just an excuse to write and trying to be consisitent

Sharing a bed

“Oh no.” Scotty said. He stared at the king’s size bed.

Mini clicked his tongue, “Indeed.”

“It appears that are two of us.”

“That is correct.”

“AND ONLY ONE BED!” They both yelled in sync.

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Hanahaki Disease

“So there’s a guy I liked.” Smiity twiddled his thumbs. “And I think I might have a-” Before he could say anything, he cough, really hard. Then he coughed out a bunch of petals.

“What the fuck is this?!” Cyrus yelled. His hand on his forehead to grasped any of his brain cells.

~

“So, according to my diagnose, you have hanahaki disease, which means there are flowers growing in your lungs and you’ll hack them up. Until the person accepts yer feelings.” Dr. Brian Hanby explained the problem.

“No way borther!” Then Smiity coughed up another petal.

“Yep, there’s a possibly of suffocating, choking and/or dying because of this.”

“Wait, what?!”

-

High School AU

“Your favorite banana bus boy?” Maeve flipped up their hoodie. “Now, they’re in high school.” Then they point at two people.

“Hey nerd!” Kryoz pinned Brock against the wall.

“What?” Brock is confused about this situation.

“I have self-esteem issues and at the end of this fic, I’ll be hopelessly in love with you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Kiss me!”

“Okay...?”

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University AU

“Your favorite banana bus boy?” Arcia flipped up her pink hoodie. “Now, they’re in University. See Evan over there? Yeah, he’s roommates with Brian Michael Handjob and a major crush on him.”

“It’s Hanby, you dumb bitch!” Brian yelled across the yard. But his anger is quickly resolved when Evan put his arms around him.

“Don’t mind her. Hey, wanna study and make out? Your name is Handjob.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Brian is red in his face, “Shut up, you Canadian fuck.”

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And that’s it!

[book-of-my-ocs]

"Who decides that adding tentacles make things even more spicy? That's cheating!"

Maeve Evermore, criticizing sm/ut

[boredfaneliza]

maeve(my oc): please tell me this is the last time i will be shipped with a canon character

me, who have some big plans: uhhh no.

maeve: oh fuck off

[encvnto]

𝒃𝒂𝒛𝒛'𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕'𝒔 2020 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 ( 𝟜/ ? )

and when I was shipwrecked I thought of you in the cracks of light, I dreamed of you to get me through I swear you were there

to my lovely mila <3

gif credits to:  @gif-hunts-for-you ( x ) , @sunlethrps  ( x ) , @goodomcns ( x ) ,  @a-xxj0kerxx ( x )

[euphoric-melancholyy]

this pain wouldn’t be for evermore (A Rowaelin [Throne of Glass] fanfic)

A/N: So last month I binge read the Throne of Glass book series for the first time. I am absolutely obsessed, and have thought about it every day since. I especially love Rowan and Aelin's relationship, hence this fic. Come talk to me in the comments about how amazing they are. And let me know if you like this or not - it's my first time writing for this fandom, and writing any sort of smut. (It's tame, I promise.) Title and lyrics at the end from "Evermore" by Taylor Swift. spoilers for all of the Throne of Glass series.

Summary: "And where there were once shackles of iron, there were now collars black as the coffin that had become her prison and temporary reprieve. 'No,' she whispered, eyes going wide as she tried to scoot away, to do anything to protect herself against the shadows creeping around her very being.

“Welcome to Morath’s army, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius,” Maeve gleamed, red lips curving into a viscous smile.

And Aelin knew she had lost."

OR

Aelin has a nightmare. Rowan comforts her.

Also on Ao3

Her very essence was fire, a sharp burning that reached through her skin, melting it to the bone. And she screamed. The fire inside her fought against it, its presence that was once warmth and power, killing her from the inside as it pushed, in vain, against the flames that ate away at flesh.. 

“Aelin of the Wildfire. How does it feel to know the strength of your power?” Carin laughed and lit the blowtorch once more. It glowed iridescent blue, and he ran it down her scars. It’s flame traced the intricate designs Rowan had inked there, melting them away in a blistered pool of blood. She screamed until darkness claimed her, consciousness gone with the pain. 

Hours or minutes or days later, she awoke upon the stone altar and the iron encasing her branded sharp waves of agony over her flesh. Fenrys laid beside her, whining and blinking.

Four times. I am here. I am with you. 

Aelin vomited until there was nothing left in her. She choked on bile that mixed with the dried blood pooled around the stone altar. As if alerted to her consciousness, Cairn and Maeve walked in. 

“I see you’ve prepared her for my arrival,” Maeve said to Cairn before directing her gaze to the chains that enslaved Aelin.

And where there were once shackles of iron, there were now collars black as the coffin that had become her prison and temporary reprieve. “No,” she whispered, eyes going wide as she tried to scoot away, to do anything to protect herself against the shadows creeping around her very being. 

“Welcome to Morath’s army, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius,” Maeve gleamed, red lips curving into a viscous smile. 

And Aelin knew she had lost. 

The scene shifts and she’s at the Keep, Aedion and Lysandra in the dungeon beside a livid Arobynn. He smiled at her, possessive and feral. “Celaena, darling. Come, let me show you how Sam died.” In horror, she watched as Lysandra’s flesh was slashed from her bone in ribbons. Aelin screamed every profanity she knew at her old master, but it fell on deaf ears as Lysandra crashed in a bloody heap to the floor. “I hear you gave our old friend Archer quite the gutting. Please, do show me how it was done,” he purred, knipping at her earlobe. 

No. No. No

But her silent pleas were worthless as she drove her blade into her cousin, his blood soaking into her skin with the Sword of Orynth’s violent wrath. 

Then she’s in the throne room of Adarlan’s glass castle. Her hand gripped Dorian’s severed head as the court applauded her. Erawan, in his true form, stood before her at the throne. “There is more to do before we burn what remains of Terrasen to the ground,” he bellowed. Maeve appeared beside him, dragging a chained Rowan in tow. 

“Aelin, I know you’re in there. We can fight this. We can -” Rowan’s pleas were cut off with a punch to the throat from Aelin herself, knocking the wind from him. She felt as if she was watching her body through the eyes of another, her actions hers and yet not of her own consciousness. Rowan didn’t fight as she pummeled him, bare fists, again and again and again. “It’s okay,” he whispered, trying to comfort her as she embedded Goldryn into his heart, spilling his life’s blood on the marble floor. 

-/-/-

Sweat boiling beneath her naked body, Aelin shot up with a choked sob, tearing the sheets off her bed with the motion. Rowan kneeled beside her. Worry creased his eyes as he scanned her for any signs of injury. 

“Aelin. Hey, I’m here, fireheart. I’m here, I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and solemn, and her name a prayer on his lips. He swept her up from the sweat soaked mattress, hands carding through her hair as he continued his mantra. I’m here. I’ve got you. It was only a dream. You’re here now. 

“Rowan,” she cried, burying her head in his chest as sobs racked her body. He had died, butchered by her hand only moments before. “Is this. . .” she swallowed another sob. If this was hell, then at least she had a moment with him, his body strong and solid against hers. She breathed him in, the scent of pine and snow, the vibration of his words against her cheek, the consistent pitter-patter of his heart beat settling her slightly. Alive. He was alive and she. . .she didn’t know if she could believe her senses anymore. “Is this real?”

His thumb caressed her chin, tilting her gaze upward to pine green eyes shining with unshed tears. “Yes,” he whispered, setting her in his lap as he sat against the wood of their bookshelf. “You are Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius,” he kissed her cheek where a tear ran down, “and you are Queen of Terrasen, the Faerie Queen of the West.” His mouth moved to her temple, a gentle kiss against her hairline. “My mate.” He bowed his head, finding the scars of her claiming marks, lips lingering there. “My wife. My reason for living.” His hand grabbed hers, pressing it over his heart. “And this, right here in this room, is real.” 

“I. . .” Her words died in her throat, and she leaned into him, willing her heart to calm. Embers of firelight she had anxiously casted to the hearth highlighted the contours of his face, dancing between the thick lines of black ink that marks his story down his temple through the length of his torso and along his arm. It tells the story of a warrior, of her lover and her mate, and her -

Quivering lips claimed his, a well practiced dance of teeth and tongue and need that coiled in her gut. She needed this, this reminder of his flesh, warm and willing against her own, chasing her nightmares away. His touch was reverent. Each taste of her skin, of his writhing beneath her, a beacon back to reality. Away from the demons of “what if’s” and trauma she’ll never quite know how to unpack. 

“I love you,” he said as they came together. The feel of him inside her wiped all thought from her mind except the movement of his hips, demanding she listen in release. His breath coasted across her breast, up to her neck, and settled on the small scar between her neck and shoulder. His scar. 

His canines caressed it and he sucked hard enough to bruise. She felt the salt of his tears reach her bare skin, cooler than the sweat that stuck to their bodies. 

She thought she might still be crying too, in release and relief and oblivion and wonderment that washed over her. 

“This is real,” he murmured, and she smiled despite the fear and panic that still lingered. 

Their second joining was rougher, her coiled up rage at the remnants of her nightmares, both waking and fictional pushing her harder against him. He let her lead the pace. Her lips sucked bruises at each point of contact as he thrust inside her. His nails dug into her back, a small biting pain that left half crescent imprints in its wake as he moaned her name. It was a duel, a battle, and release, and he was her willing victim and she was his.

Later, when her brain felt like mush, she laid on his chest, her body sated and trembling and utterly spent. He peppered soft kisses against her hair, her cheek, her shoulder, whispering sweet nothings as his hands smoothed over the marks in her back. 

“Try as she might, Maeve could never capture that. I thought she could but. . .” Aelin let her voice trail off, and she turned to face him once more. Her thumb caressed the curvature of his jaw. “I love you,” she said softly, and cuddling into his warmth, she fell into a dreamless sleep.

-/-/-

It wasn’t even a fortnight later when he woke frantic and panting, haunted with fresh nightmares of what could have been. Aelin back in the salt mines, Aelin lost in the wrydgate as a pawn in centuries old feud between stupid, greedy gods. Aelin, dead in an iron coffin. Lost. Gone. Butchered. Dead.

He couldn’t breathe, his face soaked with tears he must have been crying in his god awful slumber. He bolted to the bathing chamber, falling to his knees as he retched his food again and again and again into the toilet. He barely registered Aelin kneeling beside him. She pressed a cold washcloth to the back of his neck, water cup and mouthwash in hand.

“Rowan. It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m-“ He yanked her toward him in a bone crushing embrace, inhaling her scent like a drug.

“Fireheart,” he breathed, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry. I’m-“

“No. Don’t you dare apologize for this. Or for whatever new fucked up hell you were just dreaming about,” She made to stand, a quick squeeze on his shoulder before going to turn the water to the tub on. 

“Lamb smells a lot better going in than coming out,” she remarked, giving Rowan a small smile. While they waited for the tub to fill, Aelin sat behind him, fingers pressing deep into his shoulder blades to massage the tension away. 

“I dreamt of the collars. The other night. I dreamt of Maeve using them on me to make me kill you,” Aelin began. “And Aedion, Lysandra, Dorian. . . And setting the remainder of my kingdom on fire, burning them to ashes. I dreamt of a world where she won, and I had to kill you. Butchered you as you just took it. I - It felt. . .God it felt so real.” She kissed the nape of his neck, untangled her body from his, and led him to the bath. 

Pouring a generous amount of lavender hair soap into her palms, Aelin sat on the edge of the tub, massaging it into his scalp. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes in contentment. “Join me,” he rasped. 

“Oh I plan to,” she replied. “But let me do this first. You sometimes fly away before I can take care of you.”

Rowan hummed in response. It was true. The open skies helped to clear his head and workout his energy. It had long been his preferred escapism. But now he had his mate, and there was nothing as comforting as her touch, her scent, her being inexplicably, eternally linked to his soul. It was his undoing and reforging. 

She finished her ministrations on his hair, then washed the grime of sweat and bile from his body. Aelin stripped her nightgown and undergarments, lowering herself into the heat of the large tub across from him. She sighed at the warmth, wrapping her legs around his middle so she was sitting on his lap. She continued the massaging she had begun earlier, working her way up his arms. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“You’re here now. It doesn’t matter anymore. It wasn’t. . .It wasn’t real.”

“Felt real though,” she countered. He closed the distance between them then, kissing her slowly, his mouth tracing and memorizing the taste and feel of hers as if he didn’t know it better than he knew himself. They sat like that for minutes, hours, her remaining magic keeping the water warm long after their skin had pruned. 

There would be more nightmares to come. More nights where they woke horrified and heartbroken over the horrors that plagued their minds. The only balm to its curse is the feel of each other in their arms. But as the darkness of those days become further and further away, the sharpness of its pain dulls and lessens. 

And I couldn't be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.

[theetherealbloom]

Right Where You Left Me | S. Reid

(GIF not mine!)

Summary: He invites you to have dinner with him as friends and he has news to share with you.

A/N: This was inspired by Taylor Swift’s song, “right where you left me” from her evermore album! I’m a bit rusty when it comes to writing fics atm, so forgive me if you spot so grammar errors! Also, this is my first attempt to write for Spencer and I hope it doesn’t disappoint. Love you all! 💛

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: Angst, pinning

Warnings: crying, self-loathing thoughts, bad writing, very very sad, ik maeve doesn’t call spence on his personal cellphone but let’s pretend okay?

He has you, sitting there crossed-legged in the dim light of the restaurant, your glossy eyes try to focus on the crisp white tablecloth in front of you, and your arms folded at your breast. The familiar ache in your body starts as if you were floating and falling at the same time. You begin to wonder, how did I get here?

It was after the team had just finished a case, and as you ascended down the stairs of the BAU jet, Spencer had told you he needed to tell you something, he proposed that you two should have dinner together. At first, the hopeful side of you thought he was finally asking you out on a date, that he wanted to be more, however, the familiar stutter of, “You k-know, as friends?”

You quickly pushed away from the feeling of disappointment that had taken the form of your heart dropping to your stomach, carefully curled your lips into a small thin smile, and nodded, “Of course.”

As the two of you stepped off the Metro and made your way to the restaurant he picked out, he began his usual ramblings of certain facts that would cross his mind. Your arm brushed his as you walked side by side, the sound of footsteps echo into the cool night, and you could barely feel the soft fuzzy wool of his cardigan. To be truthful, at some point you had tuned out some part of the conversation as your mind began to drift and wander about the news Spencer was going to share with you would be.

“We’re here.” He says and you look up at him, and for a moment you look at the combination of the warm green and gold-brown that somehow twinkle under the luminance of the streetlight. Then, all too quickly, he looks away and you do too.

The hostess guides you both to your table, and after you, both order, she politely says she’ll be back with your orders within twenty minutes. You two begin to converse about the current book your reading and how much you adore the architecture of the restaurant. Your hands begin to make gestures as you spoke, “I think the lights are—“

“I met someone.”

You immediately felt the shift in the mood, no longer light-hearted as it was thirty seconds ago, you could hear a hairpin drop in the silence the pair of you held across from one another. You blink once, then twice, and then you meet his gaze.

Spencer looked so in love.

As you breathe in, you try to hold in the ache in your chest, and quietly crossed your legs. Your mouth slowly formed into an ‘O’ shaped and raised your eyebrows, pretending to be interested.

He continued on, happily smiling and lovesick as he began to talk about her, “I met someone. Her name is Maeve Donovan. She’s an incredibly intelligent geneticist…”

The rest of the words that were spilling out of Spencer’s mouth began to fade into the background and was replaced with a ringing in her ears. Cross-legged in the dim light, she thought, “How pathetic that I could think he would ever want me?”

“Y/N? Why are you crying?”

You pulled away from your thoughts and raised your hand, gently wiping away the mascara that had run down under your eyes. You faked a laugh and tried your best to look genuinely happy for Spencer, “Oh, it’s tears of joy! I promise!”

It took every bit of strength that you had left in you and smiled as you looked into his green-brown eyes, “I’m really happy for you Spence, I’m glad you met someone.” Then, you reached for his warm large hand, a contrast to your cold one, and squeezed it.

Spencer squeezes back and smiles at you, and for a moment time froze in the corner that the two of you sat at. His hair, no longer slicked back with gel when she first met him, Spencer’s brown curls slowly becoming wilder and free. And at that moment, Y/N lies in the ruins of her fantasy. A love she can not have, but she so desperately wants.

The shrill of Spencer’s phone breaks them apart, and Y/N watches as he smiles when he looks at who could be calling him. The genius looks back at Y/N and says, “Do you mind? I kinda need to take this.”

Y/N nods gently and shoos him away, “Go ahead.”

She watches him maneuver his way out of the table booth, and Y/N swears she could hear a hairpin drop, as she folds into herself, sat and stared, underneath the swirling dust that comes from above the yellow hue of the dim light, as he left her no choice but to stay there forever.

[maeverojaskinnie]

The Oou characters big three except it’s with Taylor Swift albums because I’m annoying :)

(I got this idea from that one Taylor swift tik tok trend thingamabob)

Addy: Speak Now (Sun), Red (Moon), 1989 (Rising)

Bronwyn: Folklore (Sun), Fearless (Moon), Folklore (Rising) - this one was really hard ahhhh :(

Cooper: Fearless (Sun), Evermore (Moon), Debut (Rising)

Nate: Reputation (Sun), Folklore (Moon), Evermore (Rising)

Kris: Lover (Sun), 1989 (Moon), Folklore (Rising)

Maeve: Evermore (Sun), Red (Moon), Reputation (Rising)

Knox: Debut (Sun), Lover (Moon) , Fearless (Rising)

Phoebe: 1989 (Sun), Speak Now (Moon), 1989 (Rising)

Luis: Lover (Sun), Evermore (Moon), 1989 (Rising)