i just wish abigail was in it too

the signs as my favorite andrew rannells tweets
  • aries: A man on the street just yelled at me, "Don't you run from me, Ken!" I don't know what it meant, but I was frightened.
  • taurus: My 10 year old niece just asked me why so many men in NYC are wearing women's t-shirts. Good eye, kiddo.
  • gemini: Here's a tip: When meeting with major network executives don't casually use the term "fingered". It doesn't always play in the room.
  • cancer: Right now I am really into ordering stuff on Amazon and then when it arrives, I act surprised, like it's a present from someone.
  • leo: If one more person tells me how close I am to the GD mountains...Who is just driving to the mountains?! Why would that be enjoyable for me?
  • virgo: Someone just referred to me as "Big Boss Man". I felt condescended and aroused all at the same time.
  • libra: "May I suggest something? Shut up." -A woman to her husband in the LAX security line.
  • scorpio: There are few things as terrifying as a pack of New York City school children. It was like urban Lord of the Flies on the subway just now.
  • satittarius: "Who's acting like a bitch now, MOM?!" -girl next to me to her mom at the Denver Airport. #Christmasisover
  • capricorn: Why is Rihanna selling coconut water?
  • aquarius: I am a little too proud of myself when I go Christmas shopping and I don't come back with just a bunch of shit for myself.
  • pisces: To the woman with her cat on a leash at Paper Source: Get it together. Also, why am I at Paper Source?
Torn 20


I was working on Torn earlier when I realized I had so much more to write before I posted both installments. So I just decided to post part of it and make it part 20 to keep you from waiting any longer. This is a long one at 8k plus words and again I am still not done. So I hope you enjoy Eric and the reader and my apologies for the wait.


“So did you really take my granddaughter to see your lover instead of her own father?” Angelina had just burped her granddaughter and you inwardly groan as you were hoping for an uneventful visit. You shook your head at being such a fool. She was after all Eric’s mom. You had not seen her the past couple of days and you had hoped she had went back to Erudite.

“Eric obviously had better things to do then visit his child.” You informed her as you took the half empty bottle of breastmilk off the coffee table.

“If Eric is not with his child he had a damn good reason.”

You stopped in your tracks as you picked up her tone towards you. You whipped around and focused on her.

“I don’t give a damn what reason it is he should be here for his daughter.” Angelina detected the anger in your voice.

“You need to watch your tone young lady.”

You slammed the baby bottle on the kitchen counter.

“YOU don’t get to tell me what to do. You do understand that it is a privilege that I allow you to see your granddaughter. If you as so much as look at me the wrong way you will not see her again. Go run and tell that to your son.” You were heated and you were sick of all things Coulter.

“Eric will never allow that!”

“You want to try me and see?”

Angelina gently placed a sleepy Abigail in her motion seat that Eric had brought her. The seat was a God send as it bounces up and down, swayed back and forth and had many more soothing motion settings for Abigail. Angelina looked you up and down and smiled.

“You know you might just be woman enough for my son.” A look of pride displayed on her face. “I will be back later tonight to tuck my granddaughter in.”

God when was she going back to Erudite?

“That’s fine.” You sighed as you saw her out. You sat on the and pulled your daughter’s infant seat up to you and gazed down at her beautiful face. Abigail yawn and scrunched her cute face. You found your fingers caressing her cheeks.

“I love you baby girl.” You whispered to her as tears of pure joy fell from your cheeks. You loved her so much it ached. You wiped the tears from your cheeks, got up after a few moments on the couch, took Abigail out the seat and went in your room and went to bed as Abigail slept.

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Scandal 5x08 Review.

This episode was good, but it left me feeling unsettled perhaps that is the purpose but overall I thoroughly enjoyed this episode but kept looking at the clock in fear of what was going to happen and more importantly WHEN will Olivia tell Fitz the truth.

This review isn’t as detailed as others but I discuss the things I felt were important.

Opening scene:

Olivia has slowly been making her transition as first lady and while at first it was not smooth, everyone seems to be in love with her except Cyrus who wants again looks is jealous because the other girl stole her man, and it annoyed me how he was quick to call Olivia a whore when everyone knows she is not and to show her worth and value the Prime Mister graciously accepted Olivia because she has done what she always do which is save the day.

Olivia and Fitz are the power couple, love how they work together, Olivia gets to do what she does best and it will help Fitz. ugh- these two are literally the best team, I understand why everyone talks about them with envy, how can you compete with them?

Can we appreciate the look on Fitz’s face he is a man not only smitten and in love but proud. The way he smiles as he listens to the prime minster as he talks about his Liv. Did anyone catch that Olivia knew the chef who is from the same village as the Prime Minster? Olivia Pope is very much turning into the First Lady but quite possibly the best one yet.

 Jake:

I am beyond frustrated with Jake, his existence suffocates me his petty jabs of inconsistency- No. Throughout their ‘therapy’ session, Jake has been keeping tally of everything he has done for Olivia (spoon, listening to her talk about her father, Fitz, ‘riding’) This is why I can’t understand how someone can root for Olivia and Jake when Jake is petty and quick to humiliate Olivia once she has opened herself to him.  Say what you want about Fitz, but Fitz has never treated Olivia the way Jake does. Jake is the defintion of a fuck-boy.

 Olivia’s concussion has finally worn off( the one Jake had given her) and suddenly she sees what we have all seen from Jake- jealousy. Jake’s misguided anger is not because of Elise but because Olivia choose Fitz over him.  

Yes! To Olivia calling Jake out on his bullshit, this entire time Olivia thought they were friends but she sees that Jake has been waiting on the side-lines in hopes of getting the girl, hoping that Olivia would choose him. PLEASE. Before we are able to witness Olivia laying into Jake Fitz walks in.

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I love Fitz but how dense can you be? Did you not see how close they were or the tension in the room? Better yet why did he come all that way to say nothing-as usual? After a second viewing I believe that Fitz trust Olivia whole-heartedly and knows without doubt that she is in love with him and that she has no romantic feelings for Jake. Fitz’s calmness can only mean one thing-trust.  Fitz’s trust in Olivia has reached new peaks. When Olivia calls Abby and tells her to stop Fitz from signing the deal, Fitz could have continued but he believes Olivia and trust her more than he trust himself and so with the tens of cameras on him and the world watching at this second he closes the cap on the pen.

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Fitz’s unwavering faith and trust in Olivia-wow.

His legacy could have went down in flames at that very moment because he placed his trust in Oliva but he believes so strongly in Olivia that he is willing to deal with the possible ramifications.  If this doesn’t pull at the heartstring then you all are made out of stone this moment heightens the pivotal Olitz scene.

Olivia and Abby:

I loved how relax and comfortable Olivia has gotten since coming to the WH. In Abby’s office they are sharing a bottle of wine with both of their shoes off. Olivia has let her guard down and talks to her closest friend.

Olivia going to Abby for advice warmed me greatly. Finally Olivia is going to her actual friend who has a relationship with both parties but has no ill intentions unlike bastard. I love that Olivia can feel Abby’s judgmental stare and tells her to stop. Before Abby can tell Olivia anything, Olivia begins to speak.

O-I’m going to tell him

A-‘of course you are-you have to tell him

O-‘I just said that…

A-before it’s too late

O- Which is what I told you.

A-if he finds out from anyone else that it was you, who got your father out of prison-

O-Abigail !

Olivia saying Abby’s full name! Olivia becomes tense when Abby brings up that she released her father- Olivia knows what she did but she just doesn’t wish to bring it up. Ohh how I love their re-established friendship and bond. Olivia was quiet on guard when talking about what she must do, and after her encounter with Jake Olivia feels that she must tell ‘Abby’ that she is ‘going to tell him’ but we all know the person Olivia is trying to conceive is herself.

Abby gives Olivia a warning that time is running out.

And Olivia is aware that the hourglass is almost full, but she knows that once she tells him- she loses him and possibly forever this time. I find this scene extremely rich as we dig more into Olivia’s psych which is easy to understand at this time.

If Fitz were to leave Olivia, this could possibly break Olivia in ways we have never seen. Olivia and Fitz are done hiding; stolen moments will no longer curb their appetite for each other only standing in their truth can. Olivia is finally getting her Christmas with Fitz; there is no way Olivia wishes to go back to the life she once had absent his presences.

Olivia is a woman desperately trying to hold on to the one who makes her whole.

Bed scene:

You can see Olivia being suffocated by this lie between them and Fitz sensing that Olivia is withdrawn attempts to make her feel better. Olivia turns her head because she knows if he looks into her eyes, he will see everything.

  Olivia never really initiates intimacy but this time she kisses Fitz deeply and cradles his face as she moves deeper inside but then she stops. I think Olivia stopped because kissing Fitz only reminded her that this might be her last kiss. BTW- the soft melancholy music does not help the already dreary scene.

The normalcy of asking Olivia if she wanted to watch tv really stung because that is exactly what Olivia does when she is upset. When her mind becomes too loud she watches tv in hopes of clearing it. Fitz might not know about ketchup but this man knows the things that make Olivia who she is- what comforts her. To make Olivia want to die even more, Fitz plays with her nose. Fitz’s attentiveness will most certainly make the pain we all will experience in the bunker worse.

Olivia sensing the end wishes to ‘stay here’ and soak-in this moment with Fitz, cherishing every second with him. Fitz does what he always do, he wraps Olivia in his arms and holds her tightly. It’s only when placed in Fitz’s arms that Olivia seems to be at peace, her eyes closed- she’s home.

Bunker scene:

This scene moved and touched me but I was furious that I couldn’t hear what they were saying. For the first time this season we see Olivia baring her soul to Fitz and we can’t hear it! Part of me feels as though Shonda decided to play the music because this moment is/was only meant to be heard between them but I hope we get to see this scene at a later date. 

Fitz rushes in and quickly un-cuffs Olivia, but look at how he cradles her wrist afraid of hurting her more than already done. This man!

Olivia looks completely broken- the comparison between Olivia at the hospital vs in the bunker; in short notice Olivia’s world collapsed at her very feet. As Fitz tends to her, Olivia grips his thigh as though subtlety pleading with him not leave.

They told me that you let Rowan out. But that’s insane right? That’s impossible. You wouldn’t do that. I know you wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t do that to me. You’re not Mellie.’

Fitz pleads with Olivia to tell him it’s all a lie but her silence tells him everything.

He backs away from Olivia scared; frightened as though looking at a stranger because that’s who she is now. His ‘Liv’ could never and would never do this. His ‘Liv’ wouldn’t break his heart and break his trust. His ‘Liv’ isn’t like Mellie.  

At this moment Fitzgerald Grant became broken and lost.


I am not sure how people cannot see that this man is on bend-knee asking for mercy. His world has just been ripped apart in a matter of minutes. It was not long ago that this man was stopping a peace deal that has been in the works for two years because Olivia told him to- the level of trust and faith in Olivia…  It was only two days ago that he was watching the love of his life shin brighter than any star, listening to old stories of her saving the day. Fitz was so proud and honored to have Olivia by his side. In two days their world fell apart, and the sad thing about it is that he didn’t even have a choice.

The women he loves broke his heart- Fitzgerald Grant is not okay and those believing so are not watching this show clearly.

Sidenote: for seven episodes fans have been yelling at Olivia for her lies and now after the truth is out Fitz is the one being called ‘creepy’ and ‘weird’ and Olivia should now run away from Fitz. I really don’t understand how some fans are quick to find faults in the other and quick to change sides instead of looking at the clear picture.

Watching Fitz walk away from her Olivia stands up and begins pleading with Fitz to listen to her- to still love her.

Olivia is fighting for her relationship. For those who don’t believe Olivia loves Fitz, can you see the utter despair written on her face as she leans on the chair as though without it she might not have the strength.

As Fitz begins to walk away from Olivia, she stands up and pleads with him to stay. Pleads with him ‘still love me, tomorrow.

The sheer agony on Olivia’s face as she sobs loudly, painfully at her heart breaking and the door shutting on her and Fitz’s relationship.  

Without a word being heard we saw and felt everything- this scene was breathtaking.

My heart broke for these soul-mates, and please can we start bringing up Tony Goldwyn’s name for an Emmy because his work this season and Kerry’s- They need an Emmy and it’s long over do.

Final scene:

Fitz orders Cyrus to bring Olivia home, and by home he means the WH. I was elated at Fitz telling Cyrus that he forgave him- Cyrus’s days of ordering Fitz are no more; Fitz knows what he wants and who he wants-Olivia.

Fitz reaching for his empty scotch decanter is a clear sign- that all is not well. Truthfully it shouldn’t be, you don’t smile and pretend everything is okay after that level of trust has been broken.  Fitz is ticking.

Olivia in the WH, her hair in a natural state is similar to 2x15 I believe but it is Olivia’s shell-shock that tells the viewer her current state of mind. She follows her clothes being hung up in the closet and she looks completely confused and I don’t blame her. It was not long ago that Fitz left her after she told him everything that happened but instead of going to prison or wherever they were planning on sending her Cyrus picks her up and takes her to the Residence- and now she is looking at her clothes being hung up in the closest. I would be confused.

Fitz enters and tells Olivia that Jake will not kill her father but have him brought in…this scene is vague because in the oval Fitz told Jake to call him when it’s done. Fitz could easily be lying to Olivia but with Shonda nothing is at it appears. Olivia is shocked- Fitz is acting as though nothing happened, that she did not just release the man who has caused both of them so much pain- the man who has made it his mission to keep them apart.

Olivia’s eyes are glued to her suit’s confused as to why they are here and Fitz tells Olivia simply because she lives here now. *some said Olivia looks scared but I don’t see scared but confusion; like I said earlier Olivia thought her and Fitz were over but instead he has her moving in to the White House.  If Fitz had went to pick Olivia up and told her he was taking her home, then I am certain Olivia would have went happily to the WH because Fitz came back for her but he didn’t this time- Fitz had Cyrus do it who most likely was making jabs and being petty as usual. I think Fitz moved Olivia into the WH for several reasons.

  1.      Trust- Fitz’s trust in Olivia is gone and might not ever be the same. Like I said this man stopped a peace treaty that has been in the works for YEARS because Olivia told him to. When Jake was in the oval Fitz completely ignored the tension because he trusts Olivia and knows that she is in love with him. But now…the trust has been broken and perhaps Fitz does not trust Olivia to stay or trust Olivia in general.
  2.     Love-Fitz is still very much in love with Olivia that much is obvious. Sometimes being pushed away is a sign of wanting them to be closer. Fitz moved Olivia into the WH because he is tired of letting her run the show and if we are being honest here, Olivia was very much on her way to moving in. When the translator spilled her drink did anyone see that Olivia was able to guide her to the restroom without batting an eye-lash, Olivia is comfortable enough at the White House that she easily gave instructions with accurate detail. Or when Olivia told the Prime Minster about a chef from his same village making his dinner. Everytime we saw Olivia in bed it was always at the WH this transition was coming but Fitz made the choice because as he told Olivia in 5x06 she doesn’t know what she wants-and she will never be ready.
  3.       Protection- depending on the extent Olivia told Fitz, her life is in jeopardy. Truthfully if the ‘sons’ are watching the tv then they would see that Rowan has a biological daughter and that daughter is the link to the WH. Olivia’s life is very much in danger so I understand Fitz wanting security on her and wanting her safe because Olivia being outside is a huge liability we’ve seen it already.

 Many see Fitz as ‘punishing’ Olivia and I will admit I saw that too at first but after the second viewing I changed my view and might change it again honestly.  The reason why I don’t see Fitz punishing Olivia is because Fitz is not aware of Olivia’s feelings; he does not know that Olivia feels trapped by the WH.

If Olivia was scared as some saw, then she wouldn’t have kissed Fitz and clung to him while looking around the room in disbelief. Yes, Shonda we got the subtle message of her white hat on display but out of her reach.

Sidenote: loved that Tom asked Olivia ‘how is he?’ Tom always knew that he couldn’t protect Fitz from Olivia and Olivia has always felt that she was Fitz’s biggest downfall. Tom’s re-emergence shall only bring up old wounds Olivia and Fitz have buried.

This episode was good but for those saying and believing everything is okay between Olitz…your wrong. Olivia and Fitz are ticking, too much has been done and not enough has been said.  The hard talk is imminent brace yourself gladiators.

Good episode, not sure what to think about that promo completelty over the top. Love that olitz is still together but the band-aid won’t stop the bleeding, looking forward to the explosion- they need to really talk.

 thanks to banandaome and dangerousfeminism for their gifs.

until next time

I See The Light Part II

An Episodic Tayvin Series 

Part I

Hello lovely readers, I do apologize for  the lengthy wait on this chapter. Thank you all for your understanding- I made this one a little longer than usual as a treat. I’ve had a tad bit of trouble with the timeline, as various sources say various things, but for the purposes of this story Easter weekend occurred after the HAIM concert. I hope y’all enjoy. 


The blurred lights of city traffic illuminated the interior of the car as it rushed down the highway. Taylor’s head was pressed against the glass, cooling her flushed cheeks as she gazed out into the darkness. She had left Abi’s birthday party slightly early, as soon as she had received word that Adam’s plane was descending into Nashville she had been out the door. Abi’s party had been a blast but there was one person she wanted to see tonight and he was currently sitting aboard a jet at the Nashville airport. Everyone had understood, most slipping in a teasing comment or two about the love-struck songstress. Abi had practically pushed her out the door. Her oldest friend could see just how important this new man was and she felt no qualms about ensuring that Taylor and Adam got to spend as much time together as possible. 

Taylor reached for her phone and sent Abi a message, wishing her one last happy birthday and promising she would introduce her to Adam soon. Taylor thanked her lucky stars that she had as constant and true a friend as Abigail. A reply message popped up and Taylor scanned it, an open smile breaking across her face. 

Love you too T, now go get your man! I hope this isn’t bad luck but one of my wishes tonight was for you. You deserve every happiness. Don’t waste a moment. 

The knowledge that she had the full support of her friends in her pursuit of this relationship was endlessly comforting. Hopefully after this weekend she and Adam would have the support of her parents as well. Her parents and Austin had been excitedly nervous upon hearing the news of her burgeoning relationship. Her mother had been one of the first to know, her guidance indispensable in helping Taylor get through those early, uncertain days. However, her family had seen firsthand the devastation past relationships wrought, and Taylor knew they would be even more protective after her long stretch of singledom. 

Taylor tried to relax the rest of the drive to the airport, losing herself in watching the streets and lights fly by. It had been less than a week since she had seen Adam last, but regardless of the length of separation she felt a dull ache in her chest when they were parted. She knew he felt similarly, as they had called and texted constantly in each other’s absence. He had become an integral part of her life after only just entering it; she wasn’t sure how she could ever let him go. It was not that she had been unhappy before she had met Adam; it was just a different sort of happiness. She knew that she would never have achieved her current level of blissful exaltation if she hand’t first come to terms with her life and with herself. Adam merely multiplied her already found sense of peace and love. And now the world knew about it too. 

She had been worried about their first public outing, but having Adam breakdown in front of her, confide in her, had strengthened their relationship tenfold. She knew that he wouldn’t run and he knew that she would always support him. It was a partnership freshly discovered, a bond newly forged. She smiled as she received a text from him, saying that he had just landed. She fired back a quick response and directed the driver to the terminal. 

There were some perks associated with being a celebrity, more or less unrestricted airport access was just one of those benefits. The sedan pulled out onto the tarmac where Adam’s jet had landed, a private area away from the commercial terminal. Taylor was out of the car before it had made a full stop; she hear the chuckle of her driver as she slammed the door shut. Her eyes scanned the darkened area, searching for his striking figure. She saw that unmistakably tall frame climbing down the stairs from the plane and hurried towards him. 

They met in the middle of the landing strip, flashing lights from the airport casting an otherworldly glow over the pair. Their movements were synchronized, almost as one, as she bounded into his arms. No words were uttered as they intertwined, his face buried in her neck as she reacquainted herself with his earthy musk. After a few moments they broke apart, aware of their location and the lack of privacy it offered. 

“I missed you.” She breathed as he grabbed her hand and started walking towards the waiting car. He paused to place a light kiss on the crown of her head, breathing in the scent of her vanilla infused tresses. 

“How can four days feel like an eternity away from you?” He asked her, only slightly teasing, while they both climbed into the waiting backseat. 

“I don’t know, but I’m glad you’re here now.” The car, loaded with Adam’s limited luggage, drove off, headed towards Taylor’s loft. They sat close to each other, desperate for the contact after time spent apart. His fingers found the fringed edge of her crop top and started playing with the beads, tickling the sensitive flesh of her stomach. 

“How was Abigail’s party? You didn’t have to leave early just to come pick me up.” His accent was entrancing to her even after all of the time spent together. She had to blink a few times to clear her mind enough to answer his question. 

“Abi’s party was great, but I wanted to see you as soon as possible. I didn’t hear you complaining when I met you out on the tarmac!”

“Never.” He crooned as he leaned in for a sweet kiss, her arm curling around his neck as they melted together. Several minutes latter found Taylor leaning against his shoulder, his hand back on her waist while they caught up on the past few days. 

“Are you nervous about meeting my family?” She questioned as she wrote with her fingertips on his palm, spelling out words of love and contentment. 

“Not really. I feel like I know them already. Should I be?”

“No. I know they’ll love you, but I should warn you that all four of us together at once can be a bit much.” Taylor smiled to herself; her family certainly had a lot of personality. 

“I can’t wait to meet them Tay. I am fully expecting nothing but nonstop stories about you as a kid. Do you think your mom will pull out the photo albums?” Taylor groaned and buried her head in his arm, she knew her parents would be thrilled to show Adam all of the embarrassing photos of her as a young teen. 

“Oh god, promise you won’t hold anything you see or hear this weekend against me as blackmail?”

“No promises.” He laughed as he stroked her sleek hair, fingers tangling in the styled locks. 

Soon enough they arrived at her familiar loft, Taylor barely holding off yawns as they reached the door. She moved through the motions of locking up for the night and feeding the cats. She entered her bedroom and smiled as she saw Adam emerge from the bathroom already dressed for bed. He moved through her home comfortably, as if he belonged there as much as she did. It made her heart ache with sentiment. She walked over to him and turned, indicating the zipper on the back of her lacy top.

“Help please?” She asked, already feeling the heat of his hands on her back. 

“What time are we going over to your parents tomorrow?” His fingers deftly moved the zipper down and helped her shift the shirt off, fingers moving towards the skirt next. 

“I told my mom to expect us around nine. My mom loves Easter so she’ll probably have some big to-do planned.” 

“Sounds perfect.” 

They slipped into bed in that quiet space between sleeping and awake, roaming hands and sloppy kisses until they drifted off. 


Taylor was awoken by the feeling of soft lips pressing into her neck, brushing her sensitive skin. She sighed contentedly and curled back into Adam’s chest, his arms incasing her in warmth. 

“Good morning.” She murmured, her voice heavy with drowsy sleep. She felt the scruff of his chin against her face as she turned to see him, his gaze connecting with hers. It nearly took her breath away, the manner in which he looked at her. His eyes conveyed a softness and a contentment that ignited a warm glow in her chest. He looked like a man in love. 

“Morning. As much as I would like to stay in bed, you said your mom was expecting us at 9:00 and it’s already quarter past eight.”

“What?!” She pushed away from his arms, trying to untangle herself from the bed sheets. She managed to get her legs loose and headed for her closet. Her mom had said that it was casual, but for Taylor that still meant at least a crop top and cute flats. 

“Taylor what are you so concerned about? It’s your parents we’re going to see, shouldn’t I be the one panicking?” She poked out of the closet and shook her head at him, consumed with thoughts of what to wear. 

“Shut it mister. I need time to get ready.”

“Its your family, I doubt you in sweatpants is something they’ve never seen before.” Taylor set down the shoes currently clutched in her hands and massaged her temples, realizing he was right. 

“You’re right. Why are you always right?” She sighed as she tried to calm her franticly beating heart. She guessed the panic had stemmed from her nervousness about Adam meeting her family. She wanted them to love him as much as she did. And they would, she reminded herself. They had to. 

“I guess I’m just perfect.” He smirked while pulling on a pair of jeans and one of his ubiquitous grey t-shirts. 

“Says the man whose entire wardrobe consists of t-shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes.” She threw back, a teasing smile at her lips. She actually appreciated his more laid-back style; it reminded her to relax and provided many opportunities to steal his ridiculously soft t-shirts. 

“Hey! I thought you liked by clothes.” She smirked at the fact that he looked genuinely upset. 

“Love them, actually. Don’t be surprised if you’re missing a couple of those t-shirts.” She had already pilfered two of his shirts, one for each of her houses they had stayed at together. She had pulled one out the night before last, breathing in his scent as they texted until she fell asleep. 

“You can have as many as you want. Just leave my sock collection alone.” She laughed and met him in the middle of her bedroom, still undressed except for her undergarments. Their lips met in a searing kiss, she could feel his chest rumbling with contented laughter. They broke apart and she ran a hand through his short hair, smoothing it out. 

“I still need to get ready.”

“Go, I’ll make you some tea.”

“Thank you.” I love you, her brain supplied. It felt so natural, the words that appeared in her mind. She loved him. She shook herself out of her love-induced stupor and crossed to the dresser, finding some printed leggings and a soft top. When had she fallen in love? Had it been the first time their eyes connected and she felt her heart rate pick up? Or had it been on their first date, when he made her feel like the most beautiful and cared for girl in the world? Or had it been last night, falling asleep in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear?

She ran a brush through her hair and finished her basic routine, forgoing any makeup or products. It hadn’t even been two months, how could she love this man? But then again, if Taylor had learned anything from her past relationships it was that strong feelings and love didn’t always need a long time to form. If the person and the emotion were true it didn’t take very long at all to discover that one was deeply in love. That’s why it was so easy to get hurt. 

“Tay, we have to leave if we’re going to make it on time. I’ve got your tea and I fed the cats.” Taylor finished lacing her tennis shoes and straightened, headed for the entryway. 

“Thanks babe, I’m ready.”

“You look ravishing.” He said as he swept her into a minty-fresh kiss. 

“Now I know you’re just trying to suck up before you meet my parents.” He didn’t respond, only smiled and led her out the door. She had teased him about his comment, but his eyes had shined like he believed it was true. Like natural, just out of bed Taylor was more beautiful than any red carpet ready version of herself. 

Taylor drove to her parents, a change for them, as Adam was usually the designated driver. She knew the route by heart, though, and could focus most of her attention on him. She asked about his family’s Easter traditions and wondered if she would get to meet them soon. Her palms started to sweat at just the thought of it. In no time at all they arrived at her family’s Nashville home. She remembered being so scared to move out on her own, even if it was just across the city. It felt like a different lifetime. 

“Ready?” She asked him as she unbuckled and prepared to exit the car.

“Almost.” He pulled her in for one last kiss, his tongue plundering her lips. She would have thought that kissing in the car in her parent’s drive would have felt juvenile, but instead it felt like a declaration of emotion. One last assurance that everything would turn out ok. They exited the car and walked hand in hand up to the front door. Taylor knocked but didn’t wait for anyone to answer, turning the handle and leading them inside. 

“Mom? Dad? We’re here!” She called, deciding to head in the direction of the kitchen. She pulled Adam along with her, not giving him time to look at the multitude of embarrassing framed pictures hanging throughout the entryway. 

We’re in the kitchen!” She heard a familiar voice call back. Taylor squeezed Adam’s hand as they prepared to enter the room, one last comfort before what was sure to be an onslaught of questions from her parents. 

“Hey guys.” She smiled as she turned the corner to see her brother sitting at the island while her mother stood by the oven. Her mom moved towards the pair quickly, a radiant smile lighting up her face. 

“Oh, you must be Adam. We’ve heard so much about you.”

“Gosh Mom, it’s nice to see you too!” Taylor joked as her mother practically pushed her into the counter in order to greet her new boyfriend. 

“Go say hello to your brother and let me talk to Adam.” Taylor looked up at Adam, verifying that he was ok talking to her mom alone. He offered her a smile and a short nod and she smiled back in return. 

“Oh go on. I won’t hurt the boy!” Taylor laughed at her mom’s antics and walked over to Austin. They chatted about his upcoming graduation while she observed her mother giving Adam the third degree. Soon enough Austin joined in on the fun as well. 

“So what’s with the whole Calvin/Adam thing?” Austin asked as he popped another Peep into his mouth. Taylor was always amazed by Austin’s ability to ingest sweet in the morning, especially on holidays. 

“Austin. Don’t be rude.” Andrea chided while moving to pull the basket of candy away from him. Adam crossed to Taylor’s side, standing next to her barstool. 

“No, it’s alright. Taylor asked me the same thing on our first date.” Taylor blushed as Adam pulled her under his arm, burying her face in his side. She heard her mom sigh with delight and the blush continued to spread. 

“Where’s dad?” She asked, surprised he hadn’t made an appearance yet. 

“He’s finishing setting up outside. We thought it might be fun for you and Austin to have an Easter egg hunt, like old times.” Taylor’s eyes brightened at the thought of a competitive race against her brother. 

“Prepare to loose big sister. I am the far superior Easter egg hunter, as we found out last time.” 

“Oh, you are going down Austin.” She teased with a suspicious amount of intensity. Taylor and Austin always brought out the competitive sides in one another, so a competition was bound to get interesting. 

“You’re welcome to join, of course, Adam.” Andrea smiled at the towering man; nearly bursting with glee when she saw the way he gazed down at her daughter. 

“I think I may just watch this one.”

“Scared, huh?” Taylor questioned playfully while glancing back up at him. 

“I would be a foolish man if I wasn’t. I’ve seen how competitive you get over Scrabble, I imagine this will be worse.” She shoved his arm, not denying the fact but a tad embarrassed nonetheless. Taylor couldn’t help her competitive nature, it was uncontrollable. 

“You’re a wise man.” Taylor turned and saw her Dad come in from the patio, his eyes kind. Adam immediately left her side to greet her father, introducing himself while they shook hands. Taylor walked over to stand by her mother and observe, trying not to laugh at her father’s attempts to be serious. Her Dad was a goofball but she could tell he was trying to make sure Adam knew that he would have a problem if any harm came to his daughter. 

Austin reminded everyone that there were Easter eggs to be found so soon enough Taylor was scampering around the patio, trying to keep all her limbs in coordination as she searched for eggs. Both her and Austin took the competition seriously, and as she slammed his side with her egg-collecting bag she heard Adam’s laughter join in with her parents in the background. She paid it no mind as she hurried to collect more eggs, determined to be the winner this year. 

A frantic five minutes later and she was back in the kitchen with Adam, cozied together on a couch while her mom counted the eggs to determine the winner. 

“So, are you ready to run for the hills yet?” She asked as she snuggled into him. 

“Hardly. Although, I don’t want to be on the receiving end of your wrath if you loose.” 

“Not to worry, I definitely won.” She grinned before leaping to her feet as her mom finished counting and prepared to announce the winner. 

After a substantial period of gloating Taylor ended up in the living room with her mom while Austin, Adam, and Scott were off doing god knows what. The mother and daughter had been lightly chatting about the ACM awards when Andrea drastically altered the subject. 

“You love him, don’t you?” Andrea questioned while leveling one of her disarming stares at her daughter. 

“Mom! I’ve only known him for two months. Don’t be ridiculous.” Taylor deflected while trying to ignore her mom’s pressing gaze. There were disadvantages to being so close with her mother, one of them being that her mom could see right through her. 

“Taylor Alison Swift, I know you too well for you to try and pull that on me. Now stop lying to yourself and admit that you love that boy.” Taylor tried to laugh off her mom’s comment but found that she couldn’t. It was the truth, as she had discovered just that morning. 

“Mom, I’m scared.” Andrea pulled her daughter into a hug, rubbing soothing circles into her back. 

“I know darling. But I can tell that he’s different. He loves you too, you know”

“Do you just know everything?” Taylor teased, trying to brush away the prickling feeling that she might burst into tears at any moment. 

“Just about.” Andrea smiled and released Taylor from the hug, reaching to brush the hair back from her daughter’s eyes.

“Don’t deny what you’re feeling baby doll, you’ll regret it if you do.” Taylor nodded and pulled Andrea in for another hug. 

“I love you mom.” 

“I love you too. Now come on and stop moping, we’ve got an Easter lunch to put on the table.” 

Taylor and Andrea finished preparing the meal with occasional ‘help’ from Austin while Adam and Scott bonded over old pictures of Taylor and their shared appreciation for guitar picks and brightly patterned socks. The family came together for the meal, Scott continuing to show Adam the hundreds of pictures he had of baby Taylor and Austin. Adam fit in seamlessly, his dry but goofy sense of humor meshing with the lively dialogue of the Swifts. Taylor couldn’t stop watching him as he interacted with her family, too happy to bother hiding her stare. Occasionally his eyes would meet hers and he would gently brush her hand under the table. 

They left as the day faded into dusk, with Tupperware full of leftovers and promises to come over again soon. Adam drove back to Taylor’s apartment while she fell asleep on his shoulder, still not fully rested from their late night the previous evening. They ended the day together on the floor of her living room, she trying to decide which videos of the Easter egg hunt to post to Instagram and him mapping patterns between the freckles of her back. Taylor daydreamed about future holidays and how maybe one day it would be their kids hunting for Easter eggs while they laughed form the porch. Her daydream didn’t seem so far away. They turned in early, a quiet ending to a day that felt like it had changed everything and nothing. 

“An Identity Crisis” {Abigail & Will RP (Hannibal AU)}

“The freak just arrived.”

Abigail looked up from her paperwork, narrowing her eyes at Hopkins, deputy in training, who stood brazenly in her office doorway. “Please don’t call my patients freaks.”

Hopkins scoffed. “You’re a little green to be giving me orders, don’t you think?”

Setting her pen down, Abigail snapped, “If you mean my age, I can assure you I’m old enough to be a grief counselor – if you mean my having been here for only two weeks, maybe you need to remind yourself that you’re still in training.” Giving him a pointed look, she returned to her paperwork with a snide little smile.

Hopkins was undeterred. He sidled into the room like a serpent, equally slimy as he asked, “So tell me, Miss Lowry: if I were to pull that scarf from your neck, would your head fall off like in that horror story? The boys and I are making bets.”

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