spencer stewart

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aspenpalmer​:

“that is lucky for me,” she smiled a bit, knowing that that wasn’t going to be a true statement. she took a sip of her own coffee, which had changed. “i drink iced lattes now. with an extra shot. if you wanna jot that down.” she truly has stepped up from her usual order of just black coffee, which mostly came from being afraid to try something new. “isn’t it beautiful outside today?” the weather, seriously?

                  the stewart credits the discomfort to the space between them in a way that most people would think the opposite. she gets up from her chair and moves to the opposite side of the table to meet aspen’s thigh with her own and share the booth. “ASPEN,” spencer’s voice beckons in a way that sounds pleading, though she’ll never admit it. she looks up at the girl from under her lashes, but says nothing until aspen can get the courage up to meeting her gaze. spencer sucks in a breath because if aspen DOES meet her gaze, she’ll need it, but regardless she holds a smile plastered onto her lips. a small chuckle escapes her nervously as she says, “we are not going to talk about the weather. okay?”

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migraves​:

she watches as spencer prepares to hike up the gate, waiting for her own turn as she watches the other’s moves. this is the stuff that exhilarates her– doing things perhaps she should not be doing. acting out. it’s the way she’s always been. “what is it?” she asks, curious. a smirk appears on her face, as she raises and eyebrow at spencer. “i think we’ll survive,” she teases, the smirk widening to a grin. “after you,” she tells her, with a flourish of her hand.

                         the ascend starts and it’s minimal proper foot placement, maximum upper body strength and thigh strength to hold herself up and writhe her body upward. as she climbs upwards toward the points which would likely impale someone should they land poorly from a sky diving jump, but would do spencer and milena no foreseeable harm. “i will complain about this with my dying breath,” spencer calls out to her, jokingly, as if all of this effort were truly a spot for strangers to swap saliva. once at the top, spencer lifts her legs one after the other in a slow motion above her head so that she is doing a hand stand inbetween two of the impaling poles at the top. a back tuck is her chosen form of dismount before feat land with a large bend of the knee on the ground on the other side. without so much as a word, she begins walking off in the opposite direction, curious to see if milena’s reaction would be an audible one. regardless of the fun in PRETENDING to ditch, the brunette turns around and begins walking back up to the gate. she wraps her arms around two of the poles and sticks her face between them in an attempt to get closer to milena, as if to make up for her joke, but also just to see her up close. “now’s your time to walk away,” she offers before chewing down on her bottom lip in the way she has a bad habit of and leaning her head lazily against one of the metal bars on one side.

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whathebash​:

        SEEING SPENCER LIKE THIS MAKES BASH ANXIOUS,  because sometimes he allows himself to forget about the context of their current life :   witness protection, deceased parents, a blackmailer.  compartmentalizing has been something he’s already excelled at, but bash knows his sister doesn’t operate that way.   “ i have no idea what to expect, “   he sighs, but she’s right.  they’ve been in witness protection for almost a year now, and haven’t been told any new information about their case.  how much longer will this last ?   “ if… WHEN we eventually get out, what do you think you’ll do ? “   bash asks tentatively, because he knows it’s a tricky conversation, because there are so many moving parts.  “ i don’t know if i’d go back to being jay.  it kind of feels like he died along with mom and dad. “

                        a hand moves to her heart like she’s just been shot with what she would explain to be a paint ball, as anything worse would cause for bigger dramatics, even though spencer knew her reaction to a literal bullet in the same position would likely be the same poised, single movement reaction. “OUCH,” spencer says. “i don’t think i can handle finding out i lost HIM too,” are the words that leave the brunette, dripping in sarcasm. she sits up, tucks hair behind her ears and welcomes this moment of solitude, this moment before nudge comes walking back in, or their gallagher schedules get in the way, to really sit with bash and have this conversation. “i kinda don’t even like the name rory anymore,” she admits with a sense of child-like gossip, like she’s EXCITED to unpack the logistics. “aurora? magnifique. but RORY? i don’t know. spencer feels more REFINED, but not too disney-princessy, more me.” she doesn’t know when she had that realization, when it stuck, when it all came together in her mind, and maybe this was the first time she’d admitted it to anyone, even herself. “i don’t think we’d have to do anything majorly different. i mean, i’d like my ass to be going on missions, that’s for sure. --- but other than that, i think i just want that sense of FREEDOM without ties to this shitty situation. the longer we’re in witness protection, the longer it feels like that day is going to loom over us, ME, and just rule the rest of my life. --- at least outside of witness protection we can TELL people we’re belikovs... if we really want to.”

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ofclaires​:

– “I DON’T KNOW, SPENCER,” THAT ALMOST MAKES CLAIRE LAUGH. her simple, unexpected and incredulous response. anyway, she’s glad spencer’s BACKED OFF when asked, which is something she didn’t really expect from the dark-haired girl opposite her, and this starts to feel more like a truce with each passing second. “ i don’t know about you, but i don’t just ‘leave things behind’ ? shit isn’t that meaningless to me, i’m not distrustful of you for the HELL of it, ” she says, always taking things to heart, always holding a grudge over it. “ if setting things aside was so easy, i’d do it all the time. ” she knocks back half her glass, pretty much. maybe they’re not friends, but she’ll still OUTDRINK her. 

                     pulling out a red lipstick from her bag, spencer decides to touch up the color she assumes is gone from licking her lips due to their being practically coated in pure sugar from their last drink. “it must be EXHAUSTING to be you,” spencer says before smacking her lips together and standing up straight as if she’s suddenly tipsy enough, or the lighting is just right, or whatever the reasoning, that she’s finally ready to take claire in for the first time. she gives the girl a slight once over, arms in a wonder woman stance on her hips. “so it’s not for ‘the hell of it,’” spencer starts, repeating the information shared with her. “okay, glad to rule that out ---” one hand extends to the bar to lean her weight on, but she doesn’t shy away from the closeness to claire. said closeness is mostly due to lack of room as well as the needed variable in this equation for hearing one another speak, though perhaps claire would prefer NOT to hear her. there was also the added bonus that their closeness might make claire feel something, and call it a need for change in her one-note-anger-disposition, but spencer welcomed the change in FEELING when it came to claire walsh. “so if it’s not for the hell of it, claire walsh,” she says, naming names to make CLEAR that trying-on-nicknames is a thing of the past (the past being two minutes ago). “then what is it?” spencer asks point blank, eyebrows raising.

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calypsomarshall​:

      Calypso raises an eyebrow, small smile rising on her lips as the other girl joins her on the bed – she can’t help but step out of herself and realize how strange the situation is, but she’s enjoying it. “Well, there’s this vegetarian place I’ve been dying to try out, it’s actually not far. I just never found the time. We could grab dinner?” She swallows, suddenly self-conscious of how forward that seems. “If you’re down, obviously.”

                    the brief pause in words between them feels like air standing still and spencer allows that moment of holding her breath to notice calypso noticing her, or at least how close she’d sat. should she ask spencer to move, she’d respectfully do so, but if she wasn’t going to ask, spencer wasn’t going to offer seeing as she was concerned about no one’s boundaries but her own. she welcomes to the turn of events as they come, observing calypso in a less self-serving way once the conversation continues. she takes in calypso stepping out of her comfort zone, she takes in the fact that she’s vegetarian, she takes in the glimmer that reflects in calypso’s eyes right before she looks away. all of this leads to a half smile, one that spencer is chewing down on her bottom lip to hold back. “i’m NOT suggesting that you need any help in this department --- ” spencer starts, fingertips reaching up toward calypo’s chin and barely grazing the skin, lifts her chin upwards. --- “but you should really look a girl in the eye when you ask her out...” the smile is unleashed from its hold beneath spencer’s teeth once she’s begun talking. there’s a brief pause between words as she adds two that perhaps make things feel less intense, even though there’s no explanation as to how it might change the context: “to dinner.”

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itsellataylor​:

“i don’t like going out either,” she admits with a little smile. it wasn’t her scene. she could only pretend so much. so far, the best part of her trips had been the restaurants and cafes, honorable mention to the stick pretzels. “that’s my name,” she smiles with a little shrug. “spencer… something.” 

                          a laugh comes at the agreement on going out, like what they share in common is so absolutely pathetic it’s comical. while spencer knows it might come across that way to another’s eye, she doesn’t personally find it to be pathetic at all, if anything, she finds it interesting. after all, here were two girls adverse to going out when low and behold, it is going out that was the event bringing them together in the first place. spencer watches the smile that meets ella’s expression for a little while longer as if waiting to see what it tells her. “cute,” she offers without explaining because it is and she has a tendency of calling things as she sees them. “STEWART,” spencer answers, shrugging back like it’s some sort of language of ella’s that she’s capable of speaking --- “but on a good day you can call me whatever you like.”

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willoww-est​:

     light hues linger on spencer for a moment before sipping her drink agaqin, spencer was really hot it was distracting to a point. willow wished she could blame the drinks in her system on that thought but honestly, she would think the same thing sober. it wasn’t hard to tell however that she was as happy to be around her as she was spencer. it wasn’t even that she didn’t like or hated her, she just felt awkward with their history. “if I’m going to be honest, I don’t really care”, she said bluntly, “I mean we go to the same school, we were going to run into each other at some point.” 

                           call it the alcohol or the rush of confrontation, but spener’s brash honesty comes rolling in full force like a bowling ball ready to take down whatever necessary for a strike. “well that’s a BORING ANSWER,” spencer coos, eyeing willow from her head to her toes in an obvious fashion. “at the very least,” she smiles sheepishly, “i’ll say that aspen certainly has TASTE.” when a smirk grows to her expression, showing the emotions that toy with her, flirting in the face of conflict, spencer bites down to keep it at bay. she chews on her lip a moment longer, watching willow carefully, as if curious to see if her body language will share with spencer something her words won’t.

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riaflicke​:

Seeing that familiar glazed over look in Spencer’s eyes signaled to Ria that she wasn’t listening. It was hard to push the little girl begging for attention to the side. Spencer barely knew her, and accusing the brunette of not paying attention to her didn’t seem like a good look (not that it had stopped her in the past). So instead, she went for an adjacent statement. One that noted that she was aware of Spencer’s lack of focus, but one that was a little less aggressive and accusatory. “What were you thinking about?” Simple, to the point, and well, Ria was curious if Spencer was thinking about her (the preferred) or something else. “Thank you!” Being an old pro at nursing a hangover was just another way of saying she was a party girl. Not the highest of honors, not an insult in her world. Per usual, she took it upon herself to spin that into a compliment - whether Spencer wanted it to be one or not. The blonde was always one to take control of her own reputation… when it was in her hands at least.

                     being the youngest child in her family, spencer is no stranger to knowing what she wants and pouting when she doesn’t get it. perhaps that desire to not take no for an answer is something she and ria have in common, something that can link two opposite souls with one simple barrier. a small smirk is tempted to tug at the corners of spencer’s lips, but she keeps it at bay, knowing full well that if there’s something ria wants that spencer has, MAYBE she could be a gracious host and offer it. so in the name of pure fun, spencer takes a step closer to the blonde, eyes never leaving her this time, to be sure that the attention-holding ria is attempting is successful. she holds the gaze between them as if to test ria, see if she will let it drop. when it doesn’t yet, spencer offers a low voice saying, “it’s admittedly... too inappropriate to share.” a hand moves forward and tucks a strand of blonde behind ria’s ear before meeting her other arm in a fold across her chest, like a move on a chess board awaiting the next player. 

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elen-arossi​:

     a warm smile spread across her face, happy to have spencer accept her invitation. “I get that, sometimes the gallagher zone is a bit of a bitch to be in”, she chuckled playfully with a slight shrug of her shoulders. elena knew how it could be being wrapped up in the events of the school or even the people can be a bit much sometimes, being trained to be a spy in all that was harder than she ever thought it would be. “I think so, I mean last time I went there I had a chai tea and that was great so I’m sure their other stuff is great too”, she hummed stepping out of the elevator, “either way though it’s free, which in my opinion already makes it a great cup of jo.” 

                  “i am decaffeinated and grateful,” spencer says matter-of-factly, nodding her head like elen had said the magic words even though they weren’t much different than her initial offer. spencer licks her lips once and sucks in a breath in the kind of way where socializing takes an extra bit of OOMF from you. “so what’s your go to drink, then?” she asks, knowing she could likely get her drink right on the first guess with some simple analyzation, but allowing elen to introduce herself seemed like the more appropriate way of getting to know someone if that’s what they were going to do.

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calypsomarshall​:

      Calypso watches her close the door, stepping back and sitting down on the edge of her bed. “I don’t think you do… That’s why I said we wouldn’t do those.” This time, when she smiles, there’s a teasing aspect to it. She’s still a little puzzled by the whole situation, but not at all uncomfortable, so that’s a good start. “Are you hungry?”

                       the idea of the promise of food pulls spencer in closer to calypso, sitting there on the edge of the bed as if she hadn’t arrived to discuss LEAVING the hotel premises. “i’m always hungry,” she says plopping down to make herself at home. “what are you offering?”

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migraves​:

she’s well aware of the situation she could be getting herself into, but impulsivity has always been something she’s had. act now, think later. and even if she’s joking about the makeout spot, milena can’t say she really gets or trusts spencer, she simply follows along, going wherever the night takes her. “so we’re just going there, then?” she asks, as she catches up to the other. when they arrive, milena cranes her neck, looking up at the gate, and laughs. and laughs. and when she’s done laughing, she rolls her eyes. “that doesn’t even make sense,” she tells her, and nods toward an area which seems to have a foothold. “well? i’m waiting. show me your climbing skills.

                         looking up at the height of the thing, it’s vast-feeling of multitude in comparison to her small body. part of her wonders if it’s a good idea. “i’ve only been here one,” she admits, more to herself than to milena. “i hope it’s still the same,” she says under her breath. hands move to the bars, and then she turns back, head looking over her shoulder toward milena. “if we DON’T make it to the other side, we die without so much as a kiss. sounds kind like a kind of tragic way to go.”

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aspenpalmer​:

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why the fuck was she so nervous about this? her and aria had just spent a weekend in greece, where nothing seemed to matter. but now she was back, and she knew, deep down, she couldn’t keep avoiding spencer. so she invited her to an open place. where she would be sober. and other people were around. and any residual tension wouldn’t be there. truth was, she missed her. their friendship. what they used to be before…everything. so, she texted her the address to her favorite coffee shop, ordered both of their usual orders, and waited at a table by the window. 

                       the lemonade girl looks distracted, spencer thinks to herself with a small smirk tugging at her lips. she watches aspen from the door before deciding whether or not to pull the door handle of the shop open. part of her thinks there’s still time to turn around, save both herself and aspen the pain, but eyes narrow in response to the challenge as if anyone but herself is judging the internal dialogue. the distracted state works to spencer’s advantage, offering her the element of surprise. “coffee orders change, y’know,” she says, eyebrows raising. she pulls her legs up and tucks them underneath her, reaching for the coffee aspen took the liberty of ordering, “lucky for you, i’m a creature of habit.”

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ofclaires​:

– CLAIRE WOULDN’T CALL IT DRINKING TOGETHER. she’d call it drinking that happened to occur in the same place, drinking in the same vicinity as one another. but there is no TOGETHER-NESS about the ordeal at all, at least, not the way she sees it. “ don’t call me that, ” claire hisses, a disgruntled look on her features. she’s not one for pet names to begin with, but still, it immediately turns her off the way spencer chooses to address her like she has the closeness to address claire in such a way. and the way spencer does it is MOCKING, the condescension lacks the endearment that she’s used to with cori. “ you’re not making any fucking sense anyway. just because you wouldn’t have a CHANCE in hell if you tried to come at me doesn’t mean i’m opposed. try it if you’re so fucking keen. ” she leans away at spencer’s closeness, two steps back to establish some sort of boundary that she’s trying desperate to cling to, a resolve generally weakened by alcohol but…this pink thing does nothing but taste like shit. she downs the rest and slides it back across the counter. “ give me something i can fucking drink without gagging this time ? ” she asks the bartender, “ whiskey neat. ” claire swats away spencer’s hand with OUTRAGE, “ what did i fucking SAY about calling me that ? ” she snaps for the second time, “ we aren’t friends, we aren’t enemies, you’re NOTHING to me, so stay the fuck out of my way and quit it with the condescending nicknames if you don’t want to get your teeth kicked in. not that i’m not FLATTERED that you consider me as much, but honestly you’re just a fucking annoyance, ” claire says. to think, tonight had been supposedly about celebrating her coming out or…celebrating self-love, but now claire’s still fairly controlled by her own hatred and ire. “ touch me again and i will hit back. that’s a warning. ” and she means it, if kass wouldn’t berate her for it, she wouldn’t have ANY qualms at all about getting kicked out of this stupid bar. 

                              ah, of course. would someone be more surprised to find a pleasant claire or an unpleasant claire? spencer wonders to herself quietly, rhetorically, and all the while letting out an audible sigh. hands go up like a white flag ready to wave down its offenses and meet their demise in defeat. “no joking, then --- what was i THINKING?” she asks taking the bartender’s second drink of a whiskey neat, a drink that’s spencer approved, but claire walsh ordered, like they think that the two are at the bar together. “come ON, claire. can’t we leave the gallagher behind for one night in honor of one of us outdrinking the other at a gay bar in berlin?”

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whathebash​:

         HIS EYES ROLL AT HER REACTION,  though bash isn’t particularly bothered by her typical baby sister antics.   “ we can’t get a villa, we have to save our money, “   he tells her.   “ and this place is free.  we’ll be okay, really.  you’re welcome here whenever you need it. “    hopefully she won’t take advantage of his offer, but he’s sure nudge would understand if spencer comes visit for a few nights.  she is halfway across town, after all.   “ i’m— stop, we’re not eloping. “   he feels his cheeks heat up, causing him to shake his head with a sigh.   “ this… this isn’t about nudge and i, or what i want.  this is just about right now, this summer.  and it’s going well i’d say, right ?   it’s not so bad. “   except for the BLACKMAILER. 

                            fingers play with the fabric of the comforter and she shrugs her shoulders in response to bash. “it could be going better...” she says, not referring to her brother’s relationship this time, but talking about their own situation. “i kinda thought we’d be out of witness protection by now,” she admits for the first time. “didn’t you?”

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evangelinepurnell​:

“It’s for the collective.” She says in agreement, looking to the girl, “I think some of us are past certain classes, but I also think a majority of our class should be focusing, instead of… focusing on each other.”

                      surprise tickles spencer’s expression because evangeline’s words sound like exactly what she wants to hear except she knows for a fact that she’s given evangeline absolutely zero way of KNOWING what it is she wants to hear, which must make what she says genuine, authentic even. perhaps she’s been a little too judgmental quick to label all of her peers as dim-witted ego maniacs with no focus. her body language relaxes in response, head veering off into a tilt to one side as she jokes, “god, where HAVE you been all my life?”

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evangelinepurnell​:

“Are some of your group mates absolutely pitiful?” Evie asks, a frown forming on her lips, “because if I find out someone is going to make this trip intentionally educational every day, then we’re going to have problems.

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                                     licking her lips to answer a question that doesn’t feel completely directed toward her, spencer hesitates a moment before saying, “PITIFUL isn’t reserved for my group mates alone, unfortunately.” eyebrows furrow as she contemplates their two sentences, having experienced the opposite of evangeline, people refusing to take things seriously because ‘berlin is supposed to be like super FUN!’ a sentiment that spencer would disagree with based on tone alone. “why?”

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elen-arossi​:

 she is a bit confused by the girl’s reaction, did she think that the coupons were poison or something? “I do yeah but I have more than one coupon, I thought it be good to spread the love a bit”, she chuckled. elena didn’t really know spencer well which made their rooming dynamic a bit awkward for her sometimes, maybe she could change that. “wanna join me? I’m heading there now.”

                         perhaps too on edge for her own good, spencer eased up at the sound of an invitation. maybe it was one too many nights alone, maybe it was her body going into fight or flight mode because it remembers only being in berlin when on missions with her family. regardless of any rhyme or reason that might exist, spencer decides there’s nothing wrong with saying yes to free coffee. “yeah,” she says with an impish grin towards the kindness of her roommate, feeling a bit foolish for not having accepted it sooner. on their way out of the hotel, spencer admits, “i’ve actually not been here before. i, just... i’ve been going out of my way to stay out of the gallagher zone, i guess.” when she hears herself say it out loud it’s not to her brother or to kass, but to elena and a part of her feels concerned that her roommate will find her snobby or some other unflattering characteristic that doesn’t match spencer’s intentions. eyebrows furrow, a smile brightens her features, and she looks over at the girl earnestly asking, “is the coffee good?”