#age of Adeline

[romantic-withdrawals]

Date Night Part 1/2

Title: Date Night

Pairing: Taron Egerton X Reader

Word Count:

Warning: None, it's just cute. Swearing...I'm Canadian, it's gonna be in there

Summary: Taron takes the reader on her dream date. It's messy, but who could resist his sweet, clumsy awkwardness. It's the effort that counts, after all.

Author's Note: I had a disastrous first date with my (now) boyfriend, but his effort to improve things throughout the evening made me fall entirely in love with him. This is inspired by that evening. Enjoy <3

Taron had just returned from a morning shoot. The new movie was an action-packed story, so he returned to his rental exhausted with a body full of bruises. He was more torn down this afternoon because of the early morning jump-start, so into his bed, he jumped.

The sunlight sneaking past the hem of the curtains was almost gone; Taron was still in sleep heaven, dreaming of nothing he would remember when he woke.

His phone on his bedside table lit up, the notification sound melting into a soft clang in his dream sequence. The time read 5:28pm, and the notification below was from Y/N.

'Hey Taron, just got home from work. I might run a little late. Can we move the date to 6:30 instead of 6? I'm so sorry for the last-minute text.'

Taron stirred in bed. The sheets now comfortably lie on his chest. His eyes are too heavy to open wide, but that dreamland has been abandoned. After a few seconds of silence, a stretch or two, and a huff of contentment and relaxation, he opened his eyes to look around.

Noticing the darkness outside and the time on the hotel clock he jumped out of bed, picked up his phone and blurted out that four-letter Anglo-Saxton word in a repetitious trail.

"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

He darted for the shower leaving the phone on the bed with 5 notifications.

'All ready. Let me know when you're on the way' 6:24pm

'Is everything okay? Are you getting my messages?' 6:42pm

'Are we still on for today?' 7:32pm

'It's okay if you need to cancel, but can you, at the very least, communicate' 7:38pm

'I guess it's cancelled. I'll talk to you when I talk to you.' 8:00pm

The last text appeared while he was already in the shower. That's 2 hours later than he was supposed to go on the date. This was a mess, and he still needed to start the date.

He finished his military shower in 3 minutes and started throwing on the clothes he neatly hung beside the dresser labelled 'Date Night.' Dressing as quickly as possible he picked up his phone and called her while squeezing the device between his shoulder and his jaw so he could pull up his pants. The phone rang until it transferred to voicemail.

Once again that cuss left his mouth, “fuck”.

As fast as the traffic would let him, he drive through every single kilometre with great anxiety. First dates are nerve racking to begin with. Being two and a half hours late without any communication is as bad as it can get.

On the way, as he stood waiting for a red signal, he spotted some potted flowers outside a hardware store. Her voice flooded his mind, remembering their conversations on bouquet gifting.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers. But why kill it? Where did this tradition begin? Who looked at flowers and thought ‘Hey! Flowers! Imma murder them, stuff ‘‘em in plastic and hand a collection of dying flowers to the first lady I find.’ Gimme flowers, but let them live you know.”

He took a sharp right and into the store, picking up the best 6 inch Hibiscus Braid they were selling. He careful placed it into his car securing it with the seatbelt. It’s been a disaster date so far, he couldn’t afford another mishap.

Responsibly speeding on the road, Taron finally made it to her house. He parked in her parent’s driveway and rushed to the front of her door. He rang the doorbell and waited there, expecting the worst. Her father opened the door.

“Oh I thought you cancelled your date” dad asked, now sceptical of the boy he was once impressed by.

“I’m very sorry sir, I know I should’ve called and told her I was running embarrassingly late. I’m very sorry for showing up late. I know I have no right to call on her. I just want to see her and explain and then I’ll leave. I promise” he rambled.

Y/N, overhearing their interaction came down the stairs and towards the door where her father was standing.

“It’s okay da, let me talk to him.”

Her hair and makeup was still done but she opted for a comfortable sweats, a tee and an unzipped hoodie. She wasn’t angry, just disappointed. He still thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

His heart was racing to look at her. What could he possibly say to make things right? She waited for him to start talking, a soft look resting on her face. Somehow it made things worse for him.

"I'm so incredibly sorry--"

"Stop apologizing," she interrupted. "You said you wanted to explain..." she started, prompting him to continue.

"I made this perfect plan for our date, and I still do if you want to go on this date with me." He began rambling again but changed courses when her body language shifted. "I was sent home early today because it was already an extremely physical day and insurance and all that. I had already picked the outfit and made the reservations and all the plans, so I decided I'd take a nap until my alarm went off. Except I didn't wake up with the alarm and raced over as fast as possible. On the way...Oh, wait" He stopped himself, ran to his van, and pulled out the plant he had purchased for her. He presented it to her as sweetly as he could. "I remember you saying you don't like murdered flowers, so I got you a potted one instead."

Between his nervous ramble and the potted plant, she was starting to forgive him, not that she would let him know.

"Look, I know my lack of communication was childish and rude, and you are under no obligation to forgive me, but you should know that I really like you and want to get to know you better. I know you've had a tough week, and I just wanted you to have one fantastic evening. I have been thinking of you for days ever since we talked that entire night. I love talking to you, and today I just hoped to keep talking to you...forever. I know you said to stop apologizing, but I am sorry."

She hadn't said anything; she kept her eyes on the plant he had gifted her while he rambled away.

"I'm sorry again." He mutter as he began leaving. He sat in his van and began driving away. Just as he backed out of her driveway and onto the street, he received a notification.

'If the reservation has been made, we can't not show up, can we?'

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her name. Looking up to see the look on her face, her soft smile while hugging tightly the plant he gifted her warmed his heart.

'Reverse the car and wait a sec. I'll be right down.'

She sent the text and reentered her home with the plant still in hand.

He backed the car and waited inside. He debated whether or not to leave the engine on to heat the car. It was of course the coldest time of the year so he left the heater on.

In less than 20 minutes he noticed the porch door swing open and out she came in a beautiful maroon dress and a (fake) furry cover. He jumped out of his car and ran to open the door for her.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled. A cliché line, but he truly meant it. He watched her as she sat in his car and adjusted the bottom of the dress.

"Aren't we on a tight schedule?" She looked up at him, still staring at her.

He immediately closed the door and ran to the other side of the car to join her inside.

“You look absolutely beautiful” he said, holding absolutely still.

To his surprise this made her laugh. “Are you gonna take me on this date or are you gonna keep flirting with me on this driveway until I blush myself to death?”. She let her urge to reach for his hand and gently touch him win.

He smiled again, grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s get out of here”. He said driving away.

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THATS IT FOR PART ONE!!!!!!

Spoke to my boyfriend about our date to write this more from the man’s perspective. Let me know if you want me to do that more often.

I was originally going for only a quick thing but it would have been too long. I’ve already started on Part 2 so the next one shouldn’t be too far away.

Let me know if you want me to explore any other ideas (smut welcome lol)

[bartholomewfarquaad]

If i had a nickel for every time there was a work of fiction about an immortal woman named Adeline, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[quasar23pulsar]

The butterflies in the stomach.

The nervousness when am around him.

The happiness and giddiness I feel when in his presence.

The inspiration to be a better me than days past.

The need, the urge, to look and feel beautiful when he is near.

Getting tongue tied when I speak directly to him.

Him being my first thought in my waking hours & my last thought as I drift to dreamland.

Feeling a soul crushing force as he uttered," Am not interested."

Was that not love I felt?

Was that not a heartbreak I experienced?

Granted, it wasn't reciprocated, but it was love all the same.

It could've been something magical.

[aurorafoxphoto]

[instafuck]

watched age of adeline that shit did not pass the bechdel test are you kidding not only did it suck (we do not know the main characters life story in any capacity, which is a problem given that the big twist hinges on knowing someone from her past, who the viewer does not know), and pretty much every conversation is about a man in some capacity... but youre gonna tell me a 102 year old damn near 30 biologically woman gives a fuck about some man like that???? and she gave up on learning about herself after like one year??? she fr just sat around for 102 years and when she finally decides to "live her life and hit play instead of pause" the defining aspect of that is a man???? AFTER 100 YEARS??????

[arct1c-joy]

So I rewatched Age of Adeline for the first time since it came out cause I thought: oh wow this could be a cute Spideypool AU. But why did I not remember that the male love interest sucked??? He was a walking red flag. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, legit stalked her when she didn’t pick up his calls (bc her dog DIED) and was misogynistic. I loved Adeline as a character and the story concept but that man was 🤮

[itsdeanwinchester]

age of adeline seems interesting but the main guy to me is just not very charismatic........

[lil-sleepy-head]

Little!Diluc with CG!Adelinde

my moot LOVES Little!Diluc so they will LOVE this ask omg /pos

I love Little Diluc an ungodly amount!! And I just know that Adeline would be such a wonderful caregiver for him! I also added Kaeya because I love ragbros too much as well and I want them both to be happy together

Little!Diluc and CG!Adeline (+ bonus Little!Kaeya)

*CW for mentions of Ptsd, spoilers for Diluc and Kaeya's storylines and loss of a family member.*

- Adeline is probably the first person ever to find out about Dilucs regression

- I think before Adeline came, Diluc regressed solely because of trauma. It would always be at night after a particularly bad nightmare.

- Adeline was more than happy to take care of him in his regressed state and encouraged him to regress just to relax.

- Adeline already was helping him care for himself after the death of his father and what happened in Snezhnaya since Diluc forgets to care for himself. Shes actually really happy he's found a healthy coping mechanism.

-Has bet wetting problems due to the nightmares, so he wears pull ups for at night!!

- Diluc whether he's big or small views Adeline as his mother. While big Diluc is much more embarrassed to show his affection for her, little him has no reservations at all

- He will run up to her and hug her while calling her his mama! she has almost tumbled over multiple times because little Diluc forgets how heavy and big he is.

- Has a falcon plush he sleeps with regardless of if he's big or small. it's worn down and something he has had from his childhood but he loves it to bits. He would cry if something happened to it

- Normally he's rather calm and quiet when regressed but when he's very comfortable in his regression he becomes a lot more playful and even a bit of a trouble maker!

- Despite how he tries to hide it, the other maids and workers all know about it. They just pretend like they don't because he gets embarrassed about it. any person who makes an snide or rude comments about it will get terminated almost immediately. Adeline has zero tolerance for it.

- Diluc likes to Adeline bake when he's regressed! this often leads to messes and bathes but Adeline doesn't mind

- Rather sensitive when regressed and cries a lot. He hid his plush while big because he didn't want anyone to see it. But when he regressed sobbed almost hysterically because he couldn't find it. Everyone had to stop what they were doing to find it while Adeline consoled him.

- Adeline has also taken care of Kaeya as well when he was regressed. Regression is the only time Diluc and Kaeya can get along very well. it makes Adeline cry because she misses when they both did that.

- bonus of the boys apologizing to her for making her cry and her having to tell them it's okay and she's actually happy

- Diluc and Kaeya would cuddle together and Adeline would completely take pictures to put in an album for herself.

- Adeline would also keep any art either make and keeps them in her room. she just loves her boys so much!!

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Age of Adeline AU, Pt 3

Kara can't sleep. She's put up with Laurel for the night, but she's restless, anxious. She can't settle. So she goes downstairs for a glass of water.

She isn't the only one who can't sleep.

Lena Luthor sits with her back to the doorway, looking up through the solarium roof to stare at the stars. Even so, she seems to sense Kara's arrival.

"I had a friend once," she says without breaking her gaze from the sky. "We used to lay on the roof and build stories for the constellations. She told me once that she felt like a star-- burning so bright and so hot, but too distant for anyone to touch."

A lump lodges in Kara's throat, and she struggles to speak. "Mrs. Luthor, I--"

"Wait." Finally, Lena turns. In the shadows, in the light of the stars and the moon, she looks like she did fifteen years ago. "Before you say anything, there's something I'd like to show you."

Even with dread pooling in her stomach, Kara can't help but follow Lena outside, past the garden to the small shed behind the house. Her apprehension only grows when Lena doesn't turn the light on. Instead, she overturns an empty watering can, and inputs a six digit code on the pinpad hidden beneath it.

A panel of pegboard slide aside, and a biometric lock scans both Lena's eyes and her right palm. Only then does a trap door clank open in the floor, exposing a steep set of spiraling stairs. When they descend, they're met with a final metal door.

"Kara Zor el."

Lena's voice sounds deafening in the silence. The startling sound of her true name rocks Kara to her core. She can barely breathe as the door unlocks and Lena ushers her inside.

When the light finally turns on, Kara's heart nearly stops at the sight of, well... her.

Her face is pinned to nearly every available space on the stone walls, marked with dates and times and locations. Some of them older-- older than Lena. But more frightening are the newer ones-- ones dated since Kara last said goodbye to Lena.

"You've been tracking me?"

Kara can't believe it. Everything she'd ever feared would happen, all the dark certainty that someone's eyes were following her... she'd been right. She just hadn't anticipated who was behind it.

"Before you say anything, just-- hear me out," Lena urges. "You owe me at least that much."

That gives Kara pause.

She supposes maybe, that she did owe Lena that much, after the way she'd broken things off.

"I found this," Lena says, plucking a photo off the wall, "by accident, after you left."

It was a photo of Kara and her sister Alex, young and carefree in the Danvers' backyard. Kara had been twenty one then-- old enough for her appearance to be recognizable, but taken too early to make any kind of sense in Lena's mind.

"At first, I thought I was seeing things. Some of grief induced psychosis or something. But-- I kept coming back to it. And then I started digging."

Kara swallows thickly. "And you didn't stop."

"No." Lena offers her a wan smile. "How could I?"

But that's not all. With the flip of another switch, a bank of monitors comes to live, showing Kara a continuous loop of CCTV and traffic footage of National City, scanning.

Scanning for her.

"I tracked down every single point of contact you've had with city surveillance--"

"Why? To give it to your friends in the government? Or is it proprietary to LuthorCorp--?"

"And I've scrubbed every single trace of you I could find."

Kara blinks. "W-What?"

"Well," Lena says, huffing mirthlessly, "I figured if it was important enough to end what we had-- it was important enough to help you."

Suddenly, tears burn at Kara's eyes. "So you've know where I've been? All this time... and you never-- you never came to me?"

"I haven't exactly been a hermit these past fifteen years, Kara. You could have found me, if you wanted to." Lena offers a thin smile. "And it's Miss."

Kara blinks. "Huh?"

"You called me Mrs. Luthor, before. It's Miss. I never married."

"Lena..."

She'd waited.

Reaching for the necklace that dips below the collar of her nightshirt, Lena withdraw its pendant-- a silver ring, glistening with a tell-tale jewel.

"This is why you left, isn't it?" Lena whispers past the tears locked in her throat. "You found it that day, at the cabin."

Kara remembers like it was yesterday. She'd been looking for something. Extra socks, for Lena, whose toes always got cold. And she'd seen the box, opened it, and known that she couldn't stay.

"Lena, I am so sorry--"

Lena takes a step towards her. "I couldn't have given it to anybody else, Kara. There's no one else I've ever wanted to--"

Kara closes the distance between them, wrapping her arms around Lena as the tears come crashing down. All her loneliness, all the anguish of pushing people away, of seeing those around her grow old-- it all comes pouring out into Lena's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Lena. I didn't-- I didn't know what else to do, and-- I can't--!"

Lena holds her tight, tears of her own getting lost in Kara's hair.

"I never stopped," Lena murmurs softly. "Even when I hated you for leaving, I never stopped loving you."

[lost-in-prose]

Characters I Want to Embody:

Adeline "Addie" LaRue

Book: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

Quotes:

• "Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget."

• "What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?"

•"Nothing is all good or all bad. Life is so much messier than that."

•"You are the art."

~~~~

Adaline Bowman•Evelyn Hugo•Sam Roth•

[drippling-thoughts]

Wow, if I had a nickel for every time I got to know a tragic love and life story of an immortal girl named Adaline who wishes to break her curse which started in her 20s, I'd have two nickels - which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

[popculturetarot]

The Ten of Cups is Happiness, not momentary happy, but Aristotelean  Happiness, the culmination of your life as a whole is great, you have a  wonderful spouse, the house you wanted, success, your dreams are fulfilled, and even the joys of growing old are enjoyed.

[katyspersonal]

Also remember how Chalice Dungeons have fallen armored Cainhurst warriors (check portrait of a guy in golden armor) and swords+shields all over?

I feel like they were just average Cainhurst warriors, but they appeared to be uneffective against agile beasts! Lore outright says heavy armour and shields don't do. So Gehrman, since he WAS the first hunter, appeared to instruct them on more effective techniques! Maria would be the first to adopt his teachings with trick weapon + lighter armor, and so Cainhurst Knights were inspired by that (though adopted more Fancy and Pomp (TM) style with gems and bright colors and all)

So, my current interpretation is that Maria was one of that type of warriors with golden heavy armor and shield initially, but? Seeing how well adjusted Cainhurst got and how she died young (unless that's vaaaampire aaage maaagic~), that might arguably work even better if she met him as a child, or at least a teen and already wanted to help to fight too and train under him! So normie Knights were first, and she just developed her own drip - the one that would not make Gehrman and others scoff at looking unnecessary pomp, heh. And basing it after male Knights to be taken more seriously by her senpai and maybe also because female Knights tiny hat is ridiculous hfjghgbbj

Like I am actually tempted to retract my idea with romantic subplot failing miserably from either side because him meeting her since very young age works better! ELONGATING the backstory. So yeah, developing more (grand)fatherly feelings for her DOES work even better - as well as letting her get on the dark path on his own rather than picking up someone who is already a warrior! It just makes 'he HAS regrets' even more saturated and painful, more pain is always better! Also if little/teen Maria used to wear clothes very similar to how Doll is dressed that'd be IQ over 900000 move x) He just attempted to recover that innocent girl vibe he ruined in his despair y'all...

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

Harrison Ford is such a gilf in The Age of Adeline 🥴🤭

[o5-the-daughter]

🎞 - what's a movie au i'd like to see this character in?

All!

OOC answer:

I'd love to see Seven in an Age of Adeline-esque AU, just with a less creepy love interest. It would work pretty well with both Mary and Four as a love interest, I think!

Eight would be interesting to see in Les Miserables amongst the revolutionaries, or maybe as one of the recruits in Kingsman.

What would be fun to see for Eleven might be something like Nine Lives? I'm honestly not sure for her!

[casualbuttercupblog]

how do I tell people on tik tok that Haunting Adeline isn't hot?