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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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Omg you should write about Y/n spoiling Harry for his first father’s day!! And he’d definitely get all emotional for his girls 😭

i’m sorry this took so looooong but i rlly love it and i hope you do too <3

here is the first gift I imagine, the charging station

and here is the star map (but with some minor changes that i tried to explain in the writing, i’m not that good at explanations so it’s probably slightly confusing sorry about that :) )

father's day

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"Good morning," you said in a quiet sing-song voice, opening Stevie's door slowly. She smiled brightly, standing with her hands grasped on the bars of crib.

"Hi mama," She said, bouncing in place.

"Hi baby," You smiled, moving over to the window to open her blinds. Early morning light streamed into the room, shining on the baby's face and reflecting off her green eyes. "Did you have a good sleep?" You asked, picking her up from the crib. She cuddled into your side, smiling as you bounced her softly on your hip.

You treasured mornings like this, where you could just hold your baby. You really didn't get to do it much. Harry typically woke up earlier than you, taking care of Stevie so you could sleep a little longer. You felt bad at first, but he always reassured you that he liked having these quiet moments with her. He said it was the perfect way to start his day, and it put him in a good mood since he had to go to work and wouldn't get to see either of you for the rest of the day.

Not today, though. Today was Father's Day, and you were determined to make it a good one for him. He really was an amazing dad, and you wanted to make sure he knew. So this morning when you heard Stevie fussing, you pushed him back down in the bed and got up yourself. He objected at first, but you wouldn't hear another word. You had rushed out of the room before he could get up, leaving him to flop back down and (hopefully) get some more sleep. You figured it wouldn't be too hard for him. Stevie had a rough night, and neither of you had gotten much rest the night before. You didn't care, though. Harry was always the one to be selfless and let you relax, so today you wanted to do the same for him.

"Should we go get some breakfast?" You asked Stevie as you finished changing her diaper. "Hm?" You tickled her feet a bit, smiling when she giggled loudly. "Shh, daddy's still sleeping!"

She lifted her arms up to you, clearly wanting to be held again. Of course you obliged, picking her up and closing the container of wipes on the changing table. You settled everything back into the drawers before you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen.

"What should we make today?" You hummed thoughtfully, opening the fridge. Stevie was still balanced on your hip, but she reached for the yogurt cartons. "Yogurt it is," You smiled, leaning forward so she could reach easier. "Maybe an orange, too."

She didn't respond, completely engrossed by the container in her small hands.

"I think I'll do pancakes. Daddy might like those," you decided, grabbing an orange for her, and one for yourself. You set Stevie in her highchair, opening the yogurt and handing her a spoon so she could begin making a huge mess and (maybe) actually eating some yogurt. You moved to the cutting board, slicing the orange into small pieces she could eat safely. Once she was settled, you grabbed the milk and eggs from the fridge.

You started your morning playlist, the rich sound of Hozier's voice drifting through the kitchen as you found the recipe you needed. Then you began mixing the batter, humming softly as you worked.

It really was the perfect morning. It was still early, so the light coming through the large windows was soft and red tinted. The kitchen smelled like oranges and pancakes, the sweet scents complementing each other. You had the windows open so the soft breeze came in, bringing the smell of early summer with it. Your playlist was soft, adding nicely to the domestic feel of the morning. Stevie would babble every once in a while, wanting to be involved in what you were doing. You would explain every step to her, telling her what each ingredient was for. This was something you and Harry did often. Of course, there were times when you baby talked her, but you also liked to have normal conversation with her. You knew it would help her develop and begin to talk faster. Also, it was funny when she babbled and Harry acted like he understood everything she said.

Once the pancakes were finished, you began the process of cleaning everything up. You wanted Harry to have a relaxing morning, and you knew he would try to do something to help since he had gotten to sleep in. You weren't about to let him do a bunch of house chores. Not today.

You put all the ingredients away before wiping off the counter top. Then you moved to set the table. You put the stack of pancakes in the middle, along with the bottle of syrup and a bowl of berries. You set out plates, silverware, cups, and the pitcher of orange juice. Once you were satisfied, you brought the washcloth over to Stevie.

Your earlier thoughts had been correct. She had at least half the carton of yogurt smeared on her face, hands, and shirt.

After only a small amount of fighting and fussing from her, you had cleaned her off and lifted her out of the highchair.

"Let's go get daddy," you said, smiling when her face lit up at the mention of one of her favorite people.

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"Morning, Harry," you said softly, pushing open the door with Stevie still balanced on your hip. You hadn't been loud enough, apparently, because he didn't move. He would never admit it to you, but he had been exhausted lately. He wouldn't tell you that getting up in the night and early every morning was taking a toll on him, because he knew you would feel bad. Which is why you really wanted to let him sleep this morning.

It was much later then he usually slept, though, and you didn't want the food to get cold. So you put Stevie on the bed next to him, settling down on the other side of him and letting her do her thing. She immediately crawled on top of him, giggling and bouncing.

"Good morning," he smiled sleepily, reaching up to grab her and stop her jumping. Stevie squealed, laughing when he pulled her against him and cuddled her. She wasn't in the mood to be still, though, and she quickly squirmed away from him. "What, I can't have a hug?" He pouted, but smiled again when you leaned into him.

"You can have a hug from me," you said, "But it might not be as good as hers."

"Nonsense," he grinned, pulling you against him. He grabbed Stevie again, pulling her into the hug even though she squirmed. "Stevie, this is family time. Calm down for a minute."

She laughed again when he danced his fingers along her tummy.

"Well, she's not gonna calm down if you tickle her," you laughed. "That much should be obvious to you."

"Right," he smiled. "Anyways, why did you make me go back to sleep this morning? I'm not complaining, but I feel bad you had to get up early."

"Harry, you get up early with her every single day. You deserve a day off. And it's Father's Day. And you are a father. So you should get to relax today."

"Well, thank you," he leaned up to kiss you. "That's very sweet of you."

"Of course," you smiled. "But now you have to get up. I made pancakes."

"Did you?" he perked up immediately at that.

"I did," you laughed. "Come on, everything's ready and it'll get cold."

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," he said, throwing the blankets off and picking up Stevie. "Let's go eat some pancakes!" He looked at her, grinning when she smiled up at him.

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"Thank you so much, love, breakfast was delicious," He said, placing the plates in the dishwasher. He had insisted on helping you clean up the table, even when you protested.

"Thank you," you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Sit back down, I have something for you."

"C'mere, Stevie," he said, lifting her out of her highchair and onto his lap. "What did you and mommy get for me?"

She babbled in response, and you smiled to yourself as you went into the hall closet to find the box of his gifts. You could hear him responding to her, acting like he understood all her babbling.

"Ok, here we are," you said, setting the two items on the table in front of him. "Open this one first." You pushed the box closer to him, the wrapped picture frame farther back.

He did as you said, pulling the paper off the box. Inside was a wooden charging station with a space for his phone, watch, and airpods.

"Thought that might be good, since you're always losing everything. This way you can keep them all in one place," you explained.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Well not always," he said, but smiled nonetheless. "Maybe sometimes. Thank you," he pulled you closer by your waist.

"And that next one is more personal," you said, pulling the flat item closer.

He tore the paper off again, his eyes softening when he looked at the images. There were three circles, each with a star map inside them. The outer two were larger and set slightly above the middle, one printed with your name and one with Harry's. The middle one had Stevie's name. Birthdays were printed under each name, all in gold scripty font. "You, me, and Stevie," He said fondly, running his finger over the lettering at the top which read "The Styles Family".

You nodded. "I saw it on Etsy and I had to get it. It's just such a cute idea, and it'll look really nice on the wall above the bookshelf."

"It will," he agreed. "I love this. Thank you," he smiled, pulling at your shirt until you leaned down so he could kiss you.

"You're welcome," you smiled. "I hope this makes for a good first Father's Day."

"It's perfect, love. Better than I could have ever asked for."

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godlygreta · 3 years

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Introducing Me!

Um, hi everyone! I wanted to take the time to do a little intro about myself. I’ve seen a few other people do it and I’ve gotten a bit of followers lately and I figured why not. So, here are some facts about me below the cut!

- My full name is Olivia, but I prefer Via, Liv, Livi, any variation is alright with me. I know there’s another Olivia, @dharma-divine, so you can all call me Via if you’d like to :)

- I’m 19, bisexual, a sophomore in college - I will be going for a major in psychology with a minor in criminal justice, and I’m also from Wisconsin! I hope to get into forensic psychology with that, if not, I’d simply just love to be a counselor. I like helping people out with their problems and helping them achieve new mindsets to look at life differently than the way they used to

- I’m relatively new to the Greta scene, but I’m loving every moment so far. My step dad is also super into their music, and I was lucky to be able to see them on September 3 at Chicago. I was third row in the pit and I can’t even begin to explain the happiness and love that rushed through me that night.

- These are all the concerts that I’ve been to thus far:

Greta Van Fleet

Def Leppard

REO Speedwagon

Paul McCartney and the Wings

Tesla

Journey

One Direction

Kesha

5 Seconds of Summer

Shawn Mendes

- Suggest me songs to listen to! I love music so fucking much, and anyone who can show me a new song that I like is automatically, like, my #1 bestie forever and I will never forget you

- I was a big 5sos stan, and I actually used to write for Catfish and the Bottlemen, over on @godlyvan ! You are all more than welcome to check those out, they’re quite dated though, so do forgive the poor writing. I was also heavy into One Direction, but I’m very glad they’re all significantly happier doing their own things now

- I listen to a LOAD of different stuff hence why my concert list looks like it does. It’s all over the place. My mom raised me in a musically diverse household, which I am very thankful of. My tastes go all over the musical spectrum. But my top five artists/bands at the moment are: Greta, Catfish, Mac Miller, Hozier, and I’ve been back on my Beatles bullshit lately

- I’ve always loved writing, always loved books. I started writing fanfiction probably when I was like 12? 11? One of my own works got popular on Wattpad when I was writing for Magcon’s Matthew Espinosa (Yes, I too am disappointed in myself too, don’t worry). It was the first time a large group of people had read my writings. I attempted to write for 5sos, never really put anything out there because I personally didn’t like it

- I’m also sort of a film nerd? It’s hard to explain, but one of my favorite films is Call Me By Your Name (2017) directed by Luca Guadagnino. Controversial lead actor, yes. Big red flag, I do NOT support the actor whatsoever. But the movie is a favorite of mine for a multitude of reasons. Soundtrack, color scheme as well as color coding of scenes, acting, story telling. It was just chefs kiss in my book, I really can’t explain it over a Tumblr post well. I just get a huge boner for this movie, bro. Some of my other favorite movies (and tv shows) that give me boners or goosebumps are:

Moonlight (2016)

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)

Malcolm and Marie (2021)

Euphoria (2020 -)

Sense8 (2015-2018)

- I want everyone to feel as if though my page is a safe place to come to! I love people and I support everyone! I do NOT tolerate hate in any form, there is truly no place for it on my page. After being in a wicked toxic mindset with toxic friends, I can promise you, I will not hesitate to do what is necessary to get any shred of hate off of my page.

#about godlygreta

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vikingqueer · 3 years

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music recommendations because i have some thoughts™

i don't wanna be that person who's like "my music taste is so weird lol" but i find that very often most of my friends don't really care for the music i like so i thought i'd just make a long ass post about it on tumblr instead. Fair warning, I'm very passionate about MIKA and The Mechanisms and so this very quickly got VERY long because it is part of my ongoing campaign to convince people to listen to mika and the mechs.

1) MIKA in general, but especially My Name Is Michael Holbrook (2019) and No Place In Heaven (2015) (especially the Deluxe version!!)

MIKA is a kind of British singer (half Lebanese, grew up in France blabla), and you probably know him for Grace Kelly and Relax, Take It Easy from his first album Life In Cartoon Motion from 2007. He writes a lot of FUN music, interspersed with the occasional slightly sadder song, especially when looking at an album like No Place In Heaven, which contains a lot of songs with gay themes, resulting in some songs that are just a little bit ouch. He's originally classically trained and has a frankly RIDICULOUS range and idk he just writes very good pop music. Also I have so much respect for that time he talked about how a lot of pop is very fake, with like expensive cars and stilettos and mini skirts in the snow and said "Because I walk down the street, and I don't see any of that. I see fat women and gay men. I don't know... That's real". He's written 5 albums; My Name Is Michael Holbrook (2019), No Place In Heaven (2015), The Origin Of Love (2012), The Boy Who Knew Too Much (2009), and Life In Cartoon Motion (2007).

For starters, I recommend listening to Last Party, Origin Of Love, Grace Kelly, Blame It On The Girls, Blue, Happy Ending, Pick Up Off The Floor, Last Party, Underwater, Tomorrow and Tiny Love (yes this is a long list but i REALLY love MIKA). If you want a slightly broader palette that's not just my favourites, I recommend the Mika starter pack on spotify.

2) The Mechanisms. I warn you. I am making this a thing. I have been obsessed with the mechs since last march.

Boy, where to start? The Mechanisms were a British 9 member space pirate story-telling cabaret that "died" in January 2020. They rewrite songs to fit retellings of various stories. I don't even know what genre I'd describe them as, but probably folk but steam-punk?? Their 4 "main" albums are concept albums, and I honestly just recommend listening to the from beginning to end in chronological order. A good way to get into the mechs is also to listen to UDAD and then watching the live show on youtube or alternately try giving Death To The Mechanisms a listen, to get good quality live show audio of TBI and various other stuff. Also, it was streamed on YouTube and someone combined the footage with the album audio and it rocks. Really, I think the mechs' best selling points are honestly just their concept albums:

Once Upon a Time (In Space) Their first album from 2012. I'd say this is the most "easily digestible" for the general public, since it's a retelling of various fairytales. So, what if Old King Cole was in fact not merry, but rather a cold-blooded dictator, intent on colonising as much of the galaxy as possible. What if Snow White was a general, looking to avenge what King Cole did to her sister, Rose. What if Cinderella was to be wedded to Rose the day that King Cole attacked in order to kidnap Rose? But y'know, In Space and also like every other mechs album it's a beautiful tragedy. Fave songs are Old King Cole, Pump Shanty, and No Happy Ending.

Ulysses Dies at Dawn You guessed it, it's a story about Odysseus, or Ulysses because I guess Ulysses is easier to rhyme or fit in the meter or something, idk. Ulysses is a war hero of unknown gender who is said to keep something that could take down the corrupt Olympians, meanest families in the City, in a vault to which only they know the passcode. Oedipus, Heracles, Orpheus, and Ariadne have been hired by Hades, who happens to be The Mechs' quartermaster Ashes O'Reilly, to get into Ulysses' vault. I didn't care much for udad at first, but honestly it's got some real bangers and the story is really good. UDAD weirdly stands out as the only of the concept albums to not feature any gay relationships, per se. Fave songs are Riddle of the Sphinx, Favoured Son, and Underworld Blues.

High Noon over Camelot This is my favourite mehcs album. So basically, this is Arthurian legend, but it's a space western and Jonny D'Ville does a bad southern accent. This is the story of the cowboy lovers Arther, Lancelot, and Guinevere searching for the Galfridian Restricted Acces Interface Login, or GRAIL, in order to stop their world from falling into the sun. Meanwhile, Mordred and Gawaine are ruling Camelot, and Mordred has convinced Gawaine to try to establish peace with the Saxons by whom Mordred was raised, but Gawaine hates viciously. If you love getting your heart broken and songs by a fucking off the rails batshit preacher I HIGHLY recommend hnoc. Fave songs are Gunfight at the Dolorous Guard, Blood and Whiskey, and Once and Future King. Honorary mention for Hellfire because it awakens something animalistic in me.

The Bifrost Incident TBI is the frankly only good adaptation of norse mythology I've ever known of, and I say that as Dane who was literally forced to learn things about norse mythology in school because it's my heritage or whatever. I've been listening to TBI a lot lately because it's VERY good. It's definitely the most refined of the mechs' albums (because it's the newest) but also I just love a little bit of cosmic horror. 80 years ago, Odin, the All-Mother, ruler of Asgaard, launched a train through the wormhole Bifrost that would reduce the travel between Asgaard and Midgaard from 3 months to 3 days, but things didn't go quite as planned. Lyfrassir Edda of the New Midgaard Transport Police is trying to solve the case of why suddenly the train has arrived 80 years late; to figure out whether it was accident or maybe it was sabotaged by Loki, who was allegedly sentence to death her murder of Baldur, by the Midgaardian resistance led by Loki's wife Sigyn, or maybe by Thor, who was to take over after Odin, and who holds quite the grudge because he used to be a friend of Loki's. You might've heard the song Thor from this album, it's apparently quite popular. Fave songs are Loki, Ragnarok III: Strange Meeting, and Ragnarok V: End of The Line. Yet again an honorary mention: Red Signal because while Lovecraft was a bitch, his invocations are fucking RAW.

Basically, the Mechanisms do all of their performances in character as captain first mate Jonny D'Ville, quartermaster Ashes O'Reilly, pilot DrumBot Brian, master-at-arms Gunpowder Tim, science officer Raphaella la Cognizi, doctor Baron Marius Von Raum (neither a baron, nor a doctor), archivist Ivy Alexandria, engineer Nastya Rasputina, and The Toy Soldier, who is, as usual, present. You can find very obscure lore about the crew of the Aurora here, tidbits on Tales To Be Told and TTBT Vol. 2, such as One Eyed Jacks, The Ignominious Demise of Dr. Pilchard, Gunpowder Tim vs. The Moon Kaiser, Lucky Sevens, and Lost in the Cosmos.

If you feel like listening to a full 40-50 minute album to find out if you like a band is a bit much, I recommend listening to one of the mini stories Alice, Swan Song, or Frankenstein, which are about 12, 5 and 9:30 minutes respectively.

3) The Amazing Devil You know that guy who played Jaskier in the Witcher? I got into The Amazing Devil from spotify recommending them because I listened to the mechs, and apparently Joey Batey from The Amazing Devil is the same Joey Batey who was in the Witcher. Both him and Madeleine Hyland are VERY talented singers and songwriters and their second album The Horror and the Wild makes me go out into the forest and SCREAM. I listened to it on repeat for like a month straight. I guess they'd also be considered folk, but like. New Folk. Also yes, this is another British artist, I don't know why I'm like this. I've never really gotten that into their first album, Love Run, but King slaps. As I understand there's this whole lore about the Blue Furious Boy and Scarlet Scarlet, Joey and Madeleine respectively, but unlike the Mechanisms it's actually possible to find out things about the actual real people and harder to find the obscure lore? I'm open for people to please help me. Fave songs are The Horror and the Wild, Farewell Wanderlust, and That Unwanted Animal, which is literally a third of their second album, but again. I haven't really listened to Love Run that much, and I just LOVE the harmonies on THATW. (also im gay and dramatic leave me alone)

4) dodie I have so much love for this woman. Like many others, I first knew dodie as doddleoddle on youtube. I think I first stumbled across her in probably 2015, because I distinctly already knew her before she released her first EP Sick of Losing Soulmates in 2016. I think I watched probably every video she's ever made in the span of a few weeks. I just loved her quiet sound and was absolutely HOOKED. Also she's actually the reason I got into MIKA originally, so thanks for that. Dodie just realeased her first album Build A Problem (in addition to her three EP's; the one mentioned above, You, and Human) and it slaps. Yes dodie is also British Fave songs are probably Monster, Rainbow, and In The Middle.

5) Cladia Boleyn Unfortunately, Claudia Boleyn only has three singles and that's it. She's been making content on youtube for quite a while, and that's how I first discovered her. I don't know what genre her music is, but I like it. The songs are Celesta, George, and Mother Maiden Crone, of which the latter is my favourite. I'm not saying Claudia Boleyn invented women in 2017 when she released Mother Maiden Crone, but she did. Also you guessed it, Claudia Boleyn is British.

6) Hozier I'm not about to tell you about Hozier. You know who he is. Listen to Nina Cried Power, Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene, and Shrike. Also Hozier isn't stricly British in that he is definitely from A British Isle, but Ireland is not part of the UK. Give me a break.

7) Oh Land Oh Land IS DANISH. I like her early music best, because I'm not that into the electronic sound. I guess Oh Land is just you regular old pop, but with the occasional weird vibe? Oddly enough, I like her first album Fauna best. Unfortunately I haven't really listened to her newest album Family Tree much, but it seems good? Fave songs are Frostbite, Love You Better and Family Tree. I cried on the bus, first time I listened to the Danish version of Love You Better, Elsker Dig Mer because my mother tongue always just hits harder. Also Frostbite is Oh Land doing a duet with herself which is pretty cool.

8) Oysterband This is a live recommendation. I mean they're a decent folk band and all, but they're a fucking experience live. If you like folk and you ever get the opportunity to see Oysterband live, do it. Unfortunately, yes. They are British. Either way, they are incredible on a scene and I think they deserve a mention for that.

9) Ben Platt Honestly don't know much about this guy, but he's not British and he was in Dear Evan Hansen. He released an album in 2019, Sing To Me Instead, and I just think it's a good album, there isn't really not much more to it. Fave songs are Grow As We Go, Bad Habit, and In Case You Don't Live Forever.

and thats all for now. this has been a ramble. shout out to you if you actually read all of this, especially the mechs part.

#music stuff #amalie.txt #music recommendations #mika #the mechanisms #the amazing devil #dodie #claudia boleyn #hozier #oh land #oysterband #ben platt

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illustraice · 5 years

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lead me out (on the moonlight floor)

rating: T word count: 7526 multiple chapters: 1/?

[ read on AO3 <3 ]

Chloe Bourgeois’ Capri Sun has a sheen to it. It probably reflects light on some poor freshman kid trying to navigate the hallways filtered with the fall breeze and the faint scent of student panic. She stays seated between the legs of the unbothered figure behind her and thinks that getting to class in time is, like, overrated and Alya Cesaire’s arms have to be comfortably occupied, thank you very much. If she had any time, Marinette would think it was moderately cute and a true testament to battling against The Wall of Heterosexuality, but because she doesn’t have any time between pushing her way through The Wave of Student Flesh and desperately clinging to her multiple binders, she starts to think it’s a bit of an inconvenience.

The Cesaire-Bourgeois Package Deal block a generous portion of the stair path; if the freshmen had any opposition to Françoise Dupont University’s ‘It’ Couple’s (of 5 months and 16 days, Chloe had announced in a lecture once) location of choice, they didn’t comment. Marinette scans the frantic narrow hallway and appraises her options; she’d very much like to get to Economics on time but there’s probably bad, weirdly homophobic, undertones to telling the Package Deal to please, get off the stairs and get to class. The two are glued to their spot, class time a weak thing to nudge their unwavering dedication to listen to whatever pop-indie playlist Cesaire has curated on her phone as they share the singular string of earpods. Marinette shuts her eyes for a few seconds, wishing Nino were here to pick up her courage off the ground to hand back to her so she can say something to the two about not blocking the stair path and making out in the next 5--or maybe 2?--minutes.

A trio of younger students scampers to the stairs, too careful to not bother the couple like if they were to make contact with even an inch of Cesaire’s varsity jacket, they would suffer a force of an electrical shock or something equally dangerous to the medical bill. Marinette wills herself to roll her eyes, hopes that whatever exasperation she has rolled with it. She’s near the duo enough to share a few words (maybe testimonies from other students about how much they want to get to class on time?), and slowly inhales preparing to speak when a smooth voice calls out behind her.

“Can you two get any more cliche?”

Somehow, through the blaring indie mess of a song--Hozier? A band Marinette doesn’t know?--Alya acknowledges the comment and offers a smile in the direction of the voice.

“Relaxation is key, Agreste.” she hums lazily. Between the confines of Alya’s arms, her girlfriend grunts intelligently.

By the time Marinette realises her conversational sacrifice is better off unrealised and makes her way farther up the stairs hurriedly, Chloe has put her earbud to the side and points a meticulously manicured finger accusingly.

“Find true love before you judge true love.” she preaches.

“What is that? Aristotle?” Adrien quips. “I think true love can find a way to stop blocking the stairs and scaring the freshmen.”

Chloe scrunches her nose. “Find true love on your own first to prove it.”

Adrien sighs and for the short time being, curses his previous determination 5 months ago to force his best friends on a date. Instead of resulting in moderate disaster material he’d hoped would happen to use as some kind of funny leverage they could all laugh at one day, they’d turn out to be ridiculously compatible despite their exteriors and made out after a mere 45 minutes of the date. They’d laugh in the face of his ulterior motives, howling at him when he’d found them in each other's arms sickeningly in love later. He’d yelled profanities that it wasn’t fair that it actually worked (“It was supposed to be a joke! God, come on!”) as they snickered, all three clustered on his bedroom floor drinking his dad’s whiskey from the inviting and playfully restricted liquor cabinet (they’d been careful to pick an unenticing bottle stored all the way back). But truthfully he was happy for them, earnestly and annoyingly so.

Even so, their habits needed to die; like getting caught in embarrassing places making out or purposefully making out in front of teachers with Homophobic Tendencies (Adrien was more than supportive of that one but he’d also run several arguments on why it may risk them not graduating. Alya had just shrugged and said yolo) and now, blocking crucial stairways in their ferocious display of PDA. He quickly glances up above the stairs and thinks about telepathically apologizing to everyone who has had to wade their way through the duo. A figure with pitch black hair almost stumbles up in a hurry. Adrien wonders how he could send along the message that he grants them a pass to yell at his friends as a sincere apology.

“Can you two just get up and go to class.” he finalises. He looks down at Chloe’s cheer uniform and muses to himself that the near neon yellow in it is the colour of Chloe’s life.

Students still scatter around the area but they’re beginning to disappear to their classes. He makes way for a row of students running to the stairs and they thank him, eyes wild communicating some kind of cryptic message he thinks he can decipher as ‘save us’. He takes several steps up and flicks at Alya’s bun, strays of her hair bouncing. She doesn’t protest and instead takes some form of an effort to take his advice but it’s quickly halted by a suave kiss to her lips.

‘5 more minutes.’ Alya’s lips barely mutter against her girlfriend’s. The proposed time frame seems to be unnegotiated.

Adrien jerks his head up to the ceiling and groans.

When three chattering students noisily stumble their way through her Economics class, Marinette takes no note of it. She’s a little too caught up in what pretentious shade of red the bodice of the dress she desperately trying--failing?--to design in her Studio Arts class is supposed to be so that it passes off as something Dior would create. A deep, lusting flame colour or perhaps, maroon? Maybe? Frighteningly so? She flicks her head up momentarily to glance at a wave of varsity jackets and a singular cheer uniform. The chatter of the room increases exponentially. Alya Cesaire makes a joke or two to the professor that somehow saves her and her friends’ asses. The professor rolls their eyes but they turn kind and indifferently forgiving like they always are to Cesaire’s charm. A row of girls in front of Marinette swoon a little and it takes a moment for her to realise it’s directed at Adrien Agreste’s smooth greeting, the smile on his face so easy it reminds Marinette of toothpaste commercials. Chloe takes a claim beside Alya’s seat, a Capri Sun in hand and a look of undiluted boredom in another. She crosses her legs, pouts a little at her girlfriend, a form of formally beckoning her over to sit down already.

Seats are taken. Because Marinette has a brain and two whole eyes, it has always registered to her that the three are easy--a pleasure perhaps--to look at. Agreste’s a model even; his status of that is as clear as day as it is as cemented on the school’s Wikipedia and his flashy Instagram bio. But the force of all three was indeed a ridiculously attractive sight and Marinette would take her time to appreciate it all (really, she would!) if the stress of completing her portfolio hadn’t kept her occupied every ticking minute of her time in school.

She sighs and eases her eyes on Adrien Agreste who practically swaggers his way to his seat, playfully bickering with Chloe the whole time without either caring for volume much to the class’ entertainment. His soft, somewhat curled, bundle of hair practically bounces like it just has its own individualistic way with gravity. A hand tucked in his varsity jacket pocket and another loosely on the strap of his bag, he laughs at one thing or another said by Alya and Marinette thinks it’s a nice sound. A casually beautiful entity, she concludes.

Marinette’s eyes wander aimlessly at the board but she feels a pair of eyes on her anyway. Adrien’s eyebrows furrow for a moment, a hint of recognition on his eyes as he takes the steps above like he’s willing a vision to be painted in his head. Before she can look to him, his head turns away and he quips at whatever incoming remark from Chloe he had his way. Huh.

By the time the chatter dies down enough, Marinette has already decided the brief moment had been a mere daydream, a wander of aimless eyes at her in coincidence just like her own. She picks up her pen and writes her notes, stifling a yawn. Maroon, she thinks, is an easier colour.

Chloe’s bedroom floor looks a little like what Adrien envisions as an entire Sephora store. He’s not all that sure what that actually looks like but between Chloe yelling out to find fifteen different shades of lipstick and Alya lazily stacking more than forty eyeshadows on each other in some cosmetic version of Jenga, he thinks he’s right. His wooden chopsticks point to the takeaway stir fry in his hand and he’s debating whether to try out that powder thing, see if it does something or other. The view beyond Chloe’s perfectly oversized balcony is easy to look at, sunset views and all, and he thinks he’d like it a lot if he could stay there instead of the proposed agenda of the upcoming night.

Alya is sprawled out in her girlfriend’s bed, amusing herself with a meme or two on her phone. That doesn’t really satisfy Chloe who whines a little when she steps out of her closet, a yellow high neck dress tight on her waist. Adrien scrunches his nose and thinks the other dress--whatever he remembers of it--was probably better.

“Why don’t I look hot?” Chloe mourns. She slumps on a chair nearby, glum and decidedly not hot.

“I liked the other dress better.” Adrien offers, staring at the ceiling. He doesn’t think he likes the stir fry either. God, they should’ve just gotten pizza but Adrien’s stomach had made some last minute ditch to stir fry just as they entered the pizza shop and he should’ve listened to Alya saying his stomach is probably making a mistake but it just seemed so good of an idea at the time.

Alya glances up from her phone and makes some kind of protesting sound. “You always look hot babe!”

“Yes, true.” Chloe agrees momentarily, ‘But I don’t look hot in any dresses tonight.”

“Just don’t wear a dress.” Adrien offers again. They should really be taking his advice, he thinks. He knows he’s not paying that much attention but they should!

“Adrien, get up,” Chloe says.

“No.”

Alya looks at him from the bed, targets his face to throw a pillow. It lands on the desired location perfectly and he thinks it’s probably a warning. “What are you not hungry for?” he hears Alya ask.

He shoves the pillow away, eyes still greeting the ceiling. “The stir fry is not good.”

“You know, where was this energy an hour ego before you dragged us to an extra twenty minute walk to get it?”

“I’d really like my stomach’s intuition not be insulted during these trying times.”

Chloe scoffs, “Yeah, yeah. But really, what’s wrong?”

Her voice had shifted to the softer tone Adrien knows she categorises as the tone only given when Chloe’s actually worried. Adrien almost thinks about lying, then thinks better of it. Chloe and Alya could probably perfectly retrace every single step he's taken in his life. It’s useless and his stir fry has probably gone cold. He sits up this time, the warmth of the carpet off his back. He contemplates first and realises he does not want to ruin the night, not even for himself.

“Don’t worry,” he says finally, quietly. Quiet enough for it to be a clear lie.

Alya and Chloe exchange looks. A brief silence passes, the type Adrien knows is a mutual agreement between all three to wait. It doesn’t have to be said now, the silence says. A beat later, Chloe continues mourning her temporary lack of hotness, whining to herself again as she re-enters the closet. Alya maintains her lazy protests against the statement, grabbing the stir fry away from Adrien for herself (“God, it doesn’t even taste that bad.”). Adrien grins, wills himself to look forward to his own party, thinking it’s better that way.

Marinette stares almost menacingly at the computer screen. Photoshop and her design glare back at her like it’s a contest that it’s winning. It’s only a sketch but Marinette starting to think that if she stares at it long enough, the dress itself will appear magically before her, having chosen for itself confidently what colour it’d like its own bodice to be.

Instead, it only leads to her wondering if her eyes are actually threatening to bulge out.

“Why are you having a staring contest with your own computer?”

Marinette doesn’t turn around. Nino’s voice is not enough to keep her from trying this whole make-the-dress-magically-appear concept she’s got going on. He will not distract her from this goal. He places a plate with pepperoni pizza on her desk, a likely and tempting distraction. She takes it anyway.

“Is maroon, like, a good colour?” she asks, taking a bite. Nino lands himself on her bed, his headphones dangling on his neck the way it’s practically glued to him. He chews a bit of his pizza in some kind of contemplation before he answers.

“Depends who’s asking.”

“The bodice of my design is asking.”

“Then no,” he answers.

Marinette does not like this answer. But she’s pretty sure she doesn’t like any of the answers. She’s also sure Nino’s just talking out of his ass, but she appreciates the input.

“Man, have you even went out of your room since school?” he asks. It’s a genuine question, Marinette knows there’s no trace of judgement on his lips. But she’s also feeling a little jaded from the hours she’s spent on the design like it’s her lifeline enough that she musters some kind of look of feigned offense.

“I take that as a no,” he says.

Instead of answering, Marinette dumps her face flat softly against the desk. She realises all too quickly that this action in of itself is an answer.

“Okay.” Nino pulls himself up swiftly, hands clasped together the way it always is when he has a plan, “You look like you’re in the middle of a mid-life crisis at 21 and it’s just way too early for that. Get up, get dressed, put your hair up or whatever. We’re going to a party.”

Marinette grumbles. The idea, like every Nino idea, is perfectly acceptable, logical and has more than enough, the right intentions. It’s the execution, Marinette knows, that falters. Like how in kindergarten, he’d tell his best friend as their mothers shopped in IKEA that it was cool--yes, very cool!--to play hide and seek beyond the safety of the children’s play area, hiding away from the watch of the employees. It was practically genius to 6-year-old Marinette. Running away from boring IKEA-themed adults? Acceptable! Hide-and-Seek, the most thrilling game of century in a big area with lots of spaces to hide? Logical! Marinette and Nino had been bored out of their minds, un-enticed by the disgrace of a ball pit? The right intentions! It had been 15 IKEA employees yelling out the two children’s names for an hour later as they giggled away that had caused the fiasco to turn out to seem like Not Such a Genius Idea. The aftermath of their mothers’ disapproving faces had been another reminder.

‘Nino.” Marinette begins, “There’s a pros and cons list already made for that idea and I hate to tell you this, but there’s not a lot of pros.”

Nino considers this for a moment like he hasn’t already made up his mind. “There’s not a lot of cons either.”

The list is empty, Marinette says in their comfortable silence. Just like my head right now.

“Stop this.” Nino urges, “You need to get out. My best friend needs to come to this stupid rich kid party with me, eat a bunch of rich kid snacks and drink rich kids’ booze and live in the moment instead of looking like she’s about to go MMA on her computer”

Marinette doesn’t hate the idea of a party. She isn’t even opposed to them at all. Even art kids like her need their fair share of big gulps of gross alcohol and badly executed dances. But she also knows the only party of actual prominence tonight is Adrien Agreste’s, the golden boy of the Golden Trio. She thinks she might not like to throw up in his mansion or take up any form of social interaction when the exciting topic of Maroon vs. Not Maroon is the only thing on her mind.

In the time she took to contemplate this, Nina had dug out a pair of her black jeans and a halter top. He throws the clothing at her and she knows he has hit his target when she feels the material on the back of her head.

Marinette sighs the heaviest of sighs and Nino rolls his eyes. “Mari, you’re not dying.”

“Sure am.”

Like some kind of protest, he blasts some random 90s hit over the speakers from his phone. Marinette looks up, eyes already hazy and takes another bite of the pizza. Sixpence None the Richer blares like it’s trying to actually etch itself to Marinette’s ears. Nino joins in the verse but he’s kind of shrieking the way Marinette knows he does when he’s purposely trying to piss off the Choir teachers. Marinette stifles a laugh, then immediately groans.

God, rich booze really better be good.

His party is Very Good, Adrien intelligently evaluates this to himself. He’s in the middle of the dancefloor that’s really just his oversized living room, red solo cup to his lips. He’s not exactly sure what he’s drinking but he is sure it’s primarily responsible for the bubble of misplaced happiness to his body. He’s just a little hazy and deliriously warm and what the fuck is he drinking again? He dances between great friends, good friends, friends and not-friends-but-will-be-friends. Many eyes light up to his face in recognition, he happily recalls. The joys of being the host, he sighs in what he hopes is content.

The mansion is packed the way Adrien likes it when it’s a party--his party. It’s to blare out the loneliness inside these walls, the thought trespasses his mind. He frowns at it and systematically tucks it away in the space of gulping down all of his whatever-it-is drink and chatting to whoever is on his right. The wide-eyed girl smiles at him, polite and yet eager. He recognises her as part of Chloe’s cheer squad and she looks quite pretty tucking her hair behind her ears. Yes, very pretty! Is that pink eyeshadow on her? Adrien thinks it might be purple. They talk for a spare few minutes, slowing their movements a little. Adrien’s not entirely following whatever it is they’re supposed to be talking about it, but he knows he’s flashing his Good Smile and she’s flashing her Good Smile. And they look very nice, even! Yes! Wait, he halts, wait what?

“Agreste, you dumbass.” Adrien registers the voice as one Alya Cesaire but he’s not as quick to register the pull from the back of his jacket.

He’s dragged without grace across the other side of the room where the bar is set up, the crowd had parted like the knowing red sea with people laughing at his demise. Adrien’s arms flail in some kind of attempt to pull away from Alya’s force but he quickly becomes aware it makes him look like he’s drowning horizontally on dry land.

“Hang on there Adrien!” he hears Rose squeak but he can tell she’s grinning.

When Alya arrives at her destination, he finds Chloe perched on the barstool, chuckling at him. “What are you doing flirting with one of my girls?”

He feels a little caught in some kind of invisible lie. “Am not!”

Unfortunately, his voice squeaks the way it always does when he’s in a (drunk!) childish fit of defense. His knees wobble and Adrien wonders when jelly became a substitute for his knees? Did he authorise that? Alya and Chloe’s laughs almost thunder throughout the room, probably threatening to break walls.

“You sound like a 3-year-old caught in a lie.” Chloe snorts. Almost as if embracing this proposed age, Adrien pouts and sticks out his tongue. It’s stained red from his whatever-it-is drink. Has he been drinking wine? God, what is he? Above thirty?

“Yeah, yeah. Not all of us wanna make out with our true love every 5 minutes.” he places his cup to the bar, motioning for the bartender to refill a drink. The man raises an eyebrow, asking what he’d like before Adrien says whatever is alright. In fact, he has been drinking whatever the whole night so he might as well continue. “Not all of us have found it either.”

“Don’t be so poetic in your own party.” Alya feigns disgust, “Call Aristotle or whatever. Make him do the labour. Your stuff is terrible.

“My stuff,” Adrien tries not to slur, “is very, very, very good.”

“He sounds very convincing.” Juleka nods as she approaches. She takes a sip of her drink and in an act Adrien can only recall as an angelic move, she places a hand on his shoulder to stop him from the very bad consequences of his Knee Wobbling Fiasco. “Hold on there, buddy. The night has barely started.”

“You’d think Adrien would make it as a good act for the Debate Club?” Rose giggles beside her.

Chloe smirks, ‘You should register him now whilst he thinks his material is very, very, very good.”

The warm round of laughter from the circle erupts from this and Adrien delivers several glares to Chloe that they both know are just empty threats. He likes that everyone is having a good time, likes the obnoxious blare of music over the speakers and the familiar touch of everyone around the room he’s known.

“Adrien!” a voice bellows from the crowd. Adrien’s reflexes are painfully slow thanks to his whatever booze but he turns his head to spot the familiar figure, headphones on his neck. Nino always makes it easy to recognise Nino that way.

“My man!” Adrien drunkenly skips towards Nino, lunges his body weight at him. Nino somehow manages to handle the force of his bear hug and laughs, his body vibrating with it.

“How have you been?”

Adrien does not answer this question. Instead, he cries, “Nino, what the hell! Where have you been, man! It’s been, like, days! Without you, man! Without you!”

The group behind them laugh at Adrien’s speech, but Adrien is having trouble comprehending why. It’s been 2 days without his good friend! 2 whole days! He hopes the misery seeps out of him so they can understand his pain. 2 whole days!

“Okay, I don’t know what you’re drinking but it’s either that good, or you’ve overestimated how much you can handle. Again.” Nino grins, tries to position Adrien to stand. Adrien falls back to his arms like his body is lifeless. Was it? It sorta felt like it was.

“I am very good.” Adrien announces. He’s not sure who at.

“Don’t listen to his dumb ass.” Chloe laughs, “Have a seat with us, Lahiffe.”

She motions at an open seat near the bar. Nino smiles but his eyes flicker back to the crowd. He glances to Adrien, pulls a look like he’s going to say something mildly serious.

Nino slows his speech as if to consider Adrien’s quickly deteriorating brain cells. Adrien’s honestly grateful for it. ‘Hey, I’ve actually got a friend I’ve dragged along I’d like you guys to meet. Hope you don’t mind the plus-one, Adrien.”

No, Adrien doesn’t mind at all! Absolutely not! He wishes he could say something intelligent like ‘Of course I don’t mind! I’m happy for my huge ass hollow mansion to be filled up to suppress a bad ache of my loneliness!’. Or maybe he shouldn’t. So Adrien just shakes his head violently.

Nino smiles as if it completes his resolve. He leans Adrien’s body back to Juleka’s sturdy arms.

“Great. I’ll be back!” he wades his way into the crowd, the heap of bodies like some kind of transcendent disco-themed sea. Adrien takes a sip of his new--and hopefully improved?--whatever-it-is drink, hates it, then takes another sip.

Marinette remembers the order. Stay here for a sec, Nino had said, I need to talk to someone. What she’s not as diligent about is following through with it. Like a bad juxtaposition, she thinks, sipping through this party’s Rich Beer in her hand. It’s warm and fuzzy despite the unorthodox taste it leaves, maybe that’s the intended effect of Rich Kid Expensive Beer? But anyway, this bad juxtaposition weighs in on her. She’s hit with a weird pang of guilt over Not Following through with Nino’s orders. It’s not Acceptable (she’s broken an order), nor Logical (why is she wandering around in the gigantic space of this mansion where she can easily get lost amongst its weird sea of too many bathrooms?), nor does it have good intentions (she’s only helplessly so interested in the paintings surrounding the quieter hallways in this half drunken state).

Well, it’s not bad intentions, she debates, but it’s not Great Intentions. Marinette settles to herself that it’s Marinette Intentions, like that’ll help her explain this very reason of wandering around so clearly tomorrow. Nino will probably say something like what the fuck and then he’ll Not Get Mad at her because he knows pretty paintings are pretty paintings and anyway, why the fuck does Adrien Agreste have so many paintings? He doesn’t even paint! Never even been to a Studio Arts class! Never even suffered over Colour Theory or Composition or bad oil paint stains that go on perfectly good shirts that never come off even after, like, years of the laundry! Never even contemplated the deep distinction between maroon and not maroon! Marinette huffs and she thinks it’s one of her angry huffs.

Marinette thinks she’s okay with maybe swimming back into the sea of bodies, finding a pretty thing to flirt with and make out with for no particular reason for the night before she’ll slink back home. She’ll call an Uber and drunkenly recall the events to an indifferent and kind therapist of an Uber driver. She thinks it’s okay, yes it’s okay. She looks sufficient tonight, her lips are very glossy, very kissable, very capable of speaking to her future Uber driver. Her eyelids are heaped with a mauve shade, and Nino’s choice combination of clothing turned out well because he’s spent 19 years enough with her to recall whatever she says is ugly and not ugly.

But Marinette stares a little listlessly at the near blank hallways of the mansion. It nearly amazes her that despite it feeling like the world’s population was at Agreste’ front door, his mansion still seemed to have room. She waits for the wave of resolution to settle to her body, ending at the tips of her toes as to signal her feet to start moving in the desired direction. But it never does. Marinette sips the weird beer and takes this as a sign to stay in the dim of the hallways. Her eyes linger back on the painting in front of her, encased in a golden frame like it was a cliche. The acrylic sea stares back at her like the challenge her computer screen had once presented only a few hours ago.

Okay, Adrien Agreste’s house paintings, two can play that game.

Adrien’s footsteps carry the weight of the world. He’s pretty sure that’s not how gravity is supposed to feel like but in this state, he doesn’t really think physics is a concept he can grasp altogether. He had thought mindless dancing would ease his mind, make his body feel light as he tiptoes through the crowd. He sways along with the heat of bodies and he thinks maybe next time he’d like to hire a live weatherman in one of these parties to announce the approximate amount of degrees which he thinks right about now is nearing a million?

He’s dizzy, blissed-out like it hasn’t only been two hours into the party. His mouth feels like it’s on fire and drier than a desert at the same time. He’d chat to anyone who’d even so much as give him half a second of eye contact. He compliments something of anyone’s outfit and they’d say something like great party or Adrien get some damn water and then he’d flash his big megawatt smile reserved for nights like this or in daylight walking in the halls of the university like he’s shooting a never-ending commercial. If Chloe and Alya were concerned, they’d decided to voice their concerns for a later date and let him have his drunken fun.

For some ungodly reason, his mind rewinds to today’s events. Find true love to judge true love. Chloe’s voice strikes thunders in the thick of his cluttered haze. He grimaces, a little fondly. It’s one of those lines Chloe says without any real depth to it but he’s pretty sure the true love part has some weight on her part. Adrien sweats a little (or a lot?), thinks about Kagami for what feels like only a quarter of a second and then suddenly, several million years. He hadn’t let the ground beneath them turn solid, she hadn’t done the same either. So they’d just float in midair, aware they had nothing to land back on just like how he wants to feel weightless in this bulk of a crowd.

He’d kiss her once, in something like one of these parties. She’d return the favour back and it’d seem like such a comfortable tangle of lips at the time. His hand on her hip seemed fair, chivalrous, one of those moments of obvious destiny like how princes in Disney movies had no hesitation once they’d found their princesses. Once their lips parted, it was only then that he could hear the good-natured rumble of cheers surrounding them. Chloe had rolled her eyes, muttered something like I can’t believe you took that long, Adrien and Adrien had agreed on the statement. He’d grin so wide, the muscles on his mouth were a little tired of him. But Kagami’s eyes had been wide and curious and her teeth showed in her loosened smile so Adrien concluded that it had been so very worth it.

But then Kagami had sat down on his couch weeks later, shifting like she was not so sure of the space. As if the air inside was slightly suffocating despite the huge expanse of his second living room. Before her lips had open to speak, her eyes had already performed flutters of apology. Adrien thinks its almost pity but he’d shoved that feeling deep into the back of his mind before it could pose itself as a hazard to his psyche. She says what Adrien recalls as a blur of words. Sentences Adrien had heard loud and clear because Kagami’s voice was fit for presidential speeches or whatever, but were awfully disjointed like an awkward farrago. She hadn’t been sure, hadn’t thought it out, didn’t think it could work out in the midst of their schedules and oh Adrien, it’s not your fault but mine.

Adrien hadn’t processed anything, instead, he’d just theorised that the walls inside had somehow shrunk to the size of his body, squeezing the air out of his lungs. But he’d say things like it’s okay (it wasn’t), he’d thought the same (he hadn’t) and that he hopes they’d remain good friends. They did, in fact, remain good friends. Threateningly so. Then before he could blink twice, she’d jetted off to some lucrative fencing championship for the next 6 months like her life had been strictly scheduled to break his heart for one minute and be whisked away the next. The news of the breakup had circled ruthlessly throughout the entire student body within a matter of hours and Chloe had taken it upon herself to act as his publicist, telling everyone to leave him alone and yes, he’s going through a breakup-themed Spotify playlist, yes, he’d really like his privacy respected at the moment and no Nathaniel, he can’t share his Spotify playlist publicly go make your own

Alya, Chloe and him had raided the liquor cabinet that night like they would die the next day. Alya had ordered an obscene amount of pizza and Chinese takeaway. He wasn’t sure what the end goal was but between giant gulps of noodles, ice cream and diet coke (kind of disgusting), he concluded his friends had hoped he could also gulp away the sadness along with it. Well, he succeeded nonetheless. The next day he’d skipped along a path after classes, looked up to fervour of the orange-tinted sky and hadn’t thought back to Kagami’s eyes like he had been doing for weeks.

Kagami had been stored in the attic of Adrien’s mind, dusted and intentionally forgotten for some nice 4 months. But now she’s being unceremoniously summoned from the attic, in the midst of his dance floor and onto the pits of his mind’s living room. He holds a breath, a little more than worried that if he thinks about her any longer, she might also physically manifest in his actual living room which he honestly doesn’t think is a very good idea at the moment because he might involuntarily throw up on her.

Adrien thinks he can hear Alya’s voice faintly calling his name which is a miracle amongst the thunder of Ariana Grande over the speakers and fifty billion voices all at once. Without much thought to it, his lips linger back to his drink. The liquid burns down his throat like its matching the heat of the room. Ah yes, a billion degrees and perhaps more. He’d like to not think about Kagami at the moment, or any moments really. But once she’s out Adrien’s psychological attic, he finds it hard to stuff her back somewhere else. So he ignores Alya’s siren calls, twists his body the opposite direction and allows his feet to lead him to the better comforts of his bedroom. He stumbles on his way and knows he looks a bit like an idiot but he thinks his destination will make it worth it. Yes, well, it has to.

This room was too big. Much, much too big. Marinette doesn’t like being all too judgemental of anything. She likes to think that’s a result of her and Nino’s friendship and how Nino's face doesn’t really alter to the news of Marinette not sleeping for 48 hours doing designs. Instead, he’ll do something like quietly pull a blanket to her soulless body sprawled on her couch and confiscate the coffee away for three days. She likes to return the favour of understanding, not just to Nino but everyone else. But this room, she thinks, is far beyond the reach of her understanding. Marinette stares at the glass chandelier perched along with the high ceiling and doesn’t think she’d like to calculate if it alone could pay her entire school tuition.

She’d wandered aimlessly throughout the endless hallways, the voices of the crowd echoing behind her now mere whispers in the face of her indifference. She blames the alcohol but then again, she always does and really that wasn’t fair to the paintings which were the real cause of her spiralling away. If Marinette were sober, she thinks she might not enter strangers’ bedroom and judge them for their ridiculous size. But she wasn’t and now she freely saunters around like this room and her are more than familiar with each other. The king-sized bed, she notes, looks like something straight from a home decor magazine. Office space is set up opposite to the bed and it must undeniably have been occupying someone’s stress because papers cover the whole of the area without arrangement. Marinette can hear the faint boom of Top 40 music from outside and she thinks the sound resonates with the thunder of ocean tides crashing and falling much like the rise and fall of her own breath when she spots the easel perched near the bedroom balcony. Curious, Marinette strides like her body is actually co-operating with her. Placing her bottle on a table nearby, she inspects like she’s meant to be doing it.

The canvas is blank but the supplies were neatly arranged along the table. The space feels frozen in time, like someone had paused just as they were to begin and never quite gotten to resume. Clumsily left on the paint tray are different shades of oil paints, untouched and lonely. Cleaned brushes are nearby like they’re new and upon closer inspection, Marinette realises they are. Marinette inhales, breaths in the familiar scent of turpentine she’d recognised from years of sitting in a Studio Arts classroom next to Nathaniel. She’s no painter, not like she was before, but she’s more than proficient in traditional painting because of the required classes. Marinette sits on the stool and feels invited in it despite the clear lack of welcome of the entire room.

And because of the sudden invitation, in some swift movement she doesn’t at all recall, she picks up a brush, ruthlessly dabs it into the bright flush of a red and smears it across it the innocent canvas without regal.

“Fuck.” she says out loud as soon as the paint meets the canvas. Oh shit.

Oh shit, shit, shit. The mournful scarlet streak is right in front of her, bright as day in evidence and though its a colour, Marinette can’t help but think it’s screaming. The panic bubbles like champagne in her stomach but suddenly, just as champagne does, it settles into a fuzzy ease. Marinette laughs loud to herself. Fuck it.

Marinette ditches her reflex to set the brush down and instead dabs a little of the red back into the canvas, marks the colour again in another direction like it has a purpose. The more the hair of the brush streaks the colour along, the more the colour sings to Marinette’s face instead of its shrill screech. Over time, the colours bloom until Marinette hears the canvas perform a complete melody enough that it rivals the roar of waves outside.

The thud is enough to knock Marinette out of her paint splatter of a state, she turns her head to the direction of the door and hears a muffle or two of a deep voice. The panic settles back into her body and unfortunately, she realises, it’s panic alone and there’s no champagne mixed in. Several thuds ensue by the time Marinette has scrambled to her feet; brush, paint and melody are long forgotten as she drops it to the table.

An escape route, yes, she needs an escape route. Yes, now. What about her drink? Oh God, her booze. Marinette furrows an eyebrow, seizes her bottle from the table and mindlessly gulps down the rest of the bottle’s content. Yes! Beer! Alcohol! Wait? No! She doesn’t have time for this shit! Marinette looks again to the enormous chandelier, sincerely wishing the billion carat diamond form of it all would just fall on her head, knocking her out. Instead, she scans the ground, grimaces as she ducks down low undignified and crawls to the bottom of the Instyle-looking king-sized bed. She’s thinking if the chandelier does actually plan on killing her, the bed might just be her salvation.

The door opens wide and the volume from outside adjusts to something loud and obnoxious. Marinette spots the Nike shoes thudding its way across the room and simultaneously calculates the price of the medical bill she’ll have to face if her heart doesn’t stop drumming violently against her chest. The figure paces around the room like it’s just as curious as she once was. A moment passes before the sound of the creak from the bottom of the bed rings in Marinette’s ears as the person lands on top. Her throat threatens to squeak out a sound in surprise before she suppresses it.

Marinette thinks if she wasn’t the one in her position, she might find all of this awfully funny. But because she’s the one in her position, Marinette eyes the opened door. She wonders if maybe, just maybe, she could just crawl, go into some kind of lizard mode that her 3-year-old self had prepared her for anyway. The fact that she’s drunk is making the plan sound a lot like a Nino Plan and the fact that it sounds like a Nino Plan has Marinette itching to execute it as not badly as possible. She waits for a prolonged five minutes before she dares to move a muscle. Four minutes later, she hears the faint sound of snoring and is fucking grateful for it.

She executes the plan, wills herself to crawl her way through the spotless carpet in silence. Arms extending out as she slithers her way, the noise outside gets louder with every inch closer to the door. By the time she reaches it, her body moves at the pace of a ghost as she heaves herself up in excruciating slow motion. Marinette doesn’t take a chance, doesn’t turn her head in the case she might make some unintended noise. Instead, she takes a slow breath in, treads lightly back outside and hears the echo of the waves from the narrow hallways.

Nino reprimands her in the Uber. He also kind of does it in the dancefloor when he’d found her and nearly knocked several bottles over as he trudged his way over her drunken ass screaming the lyrics to Selena Gomez. He’d said something like what the fuck Marinette and she’d wailed out the second verse of Selena Gomez’ song in response. It’s a bad Selena Gomez themed haze from then on and Marinette does not remember anything beyond the audible thump of her own body in the back of the Uber whilst she makes out Nino apologising profusely to the driver. She bawls a little at this.

“No!” she hiccups, once or twice, “Wheeeere are we goiiiing?”

Nino turns his head from the passenger seat and Marinette thinks he’s going to say something disapproving again but he just chuckles. “We’re going home.”

Marinette thinks she does not like to be laughed at. “Nooooooo.”

God! She hadn’t even been kissed! Hadn’t even made out with anyone! Marinette places a light finger to her lips and mourns the lack of a kiss to her lips. That was so illegal! “I am very kissable!”

Nino just laughs again, “Find anyone to be very kissable with?”

Marinette narrows her eyebrows. Huh. Did she? She doesn’t recall a single kissable lip on her. A goddamned shame. God, what had she been doing? She was very kissable, damnit! What the hell was she doing not being kissed?

Marinette’s mind wanders to important things like puff pastries and croissants. She was over this night, she hadn’t been kissed and if she had been, it must've have been so bland her mind just threw the damn memory away. So Marinette hums a tune in blissful peace, wonders what she might do tomorrow about her maroon vs. re-

“Stop the car, I’m going to throw up.” Marinette chokes out. From the rearview mirror, the Uber driver just sort of sighs like he might throw up too.

The flash of red lingers its way back into Marinette’s mind at the speed of lightning or thunder or motorcycles or something dangerous and clearly over the speed limit. A Lamborghini probably. The blank canvas and how not very blank it was in its state in Adrien Agreste’s house. In the midst of her alcohol scented mist, the image of the painting taunts her. The hour of painting had seemed so far away like it was months ago and oh God, Marinette was going to go to prison for trespassing or something. She’ll go to prison and wear a bad shade of orange like it’s some kind of sick punishment for the array of colours she’d slashed mercilessly across the canvas.

“Oh my god.” she whispers to herself. “Shit.”

The car reluctantly stops near the side of the road. Marinette yanks open the car door, ducks her head down low and does, indeed, throw up.

#miraculous ladybug #adrienette #cholya #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #mlb #ml fic #illuarts #hey !! i wrote after like not writing for 239483 years #i'll continue this probs #cholya...........yah #illuwrites #man nino is done with everyone's shit

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pink-imagines · 4 years

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angel on earth

part 3

request: Bakugou holds auditions for a new lead singer for the BakuBand and the reader auditions and he’s mesmerised by her voice? Idk, I’m awful at requesting, sorry. ❤️ Love everything you do, don’t stress, and have a good day!

a/n: spoiler alert: Aito is an asshole. also can you tell how much i love hozier?

warnings: a possessive boyfriend

masterlist

part 1 | part 2

Why...? Why her? How could I ever get to her level? Why do I give away my heart so easily?

Katsuki woke up that day well rested. It was finally Tuesday. He was going to meet her again. Why was he so excited? She was just the new band member... no, he didn’t know if she’d be the new band member... but what was the possibility that she wouldn’t be? Eijiro liked her, he talked very highly of her even... Mina would love to have another girl in the band. He wasn’t too sure about Sero and Denki but he was sure that they wouldn’t exactly dislike her.

He shook away the thoughts that were intruding his mind and started getting dressed. Black jeans, should be formal enough without looking like he was actually trying to be formal, and a normal white t-shirt. He threw on a a red sweatshirt and over that his ripped jean jacket to keep warm. He put on the chain with a ring threaded on it, which he had recieved from a fan on his first big concert, and the black leather boots he always wore.

Why was he nervous? He never got nervous! Not even on stage! Katsuki tried to shrug it off and walked out of his apartment.

“So... how do I look?”, you turned to Aito. You had put on your new sundress that you paired with your cute vintage heels.

“Weren’t you wearing that for later tonight?”, he asked.

“Yeah... but I thought I could wear it now too, so that I wouldn’t have to change later...”, you muttered carefully.

“I don’t know... how many guys are in that band?”, he sounded doubtfull.

“Aito, you know that I wouldn’t-”

“Yeah, I know but... do it for me, sweetheart? I’m just asking you to put some more clothes on. You don’t want them to think of you in a bad way, right?”, he gently held your upper arms in his hands.

“No, but-”

“I think it would just be better if you just wore those nice jeans that you have.”, Aito pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head, “You can change when you get home.”

“Aito I don’t know when I’ll get home... I probably won’t have time to change...”, you sighed, “Can’t we eat out tomorrow?”

“Fine...”, he let out a disappointed sigh, “I’ll call into the restaurant again then...”

You changed into the mom-jeans and a nice blouse that you tucked into the jeans.

“Do you think the shoes would fit this outfit?”, you asked Aito and motioned to the vintage heels.

“Yeah, totally.”, he looked at your disappointed expression, “Baby... don’t be sad... here, I’ll let you wear my leather jacket.”

He wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and you gave him a slight smile before you put on your heels.

He saw her as soon as she walked into the restaurant. Did she get more beautiful everyday? As soon as Eijiro saw Katsuki’s fogged up gaze, he realized that Y/N had gotten there. Eijiro looked around before seeing her.

“Hey, Y/N!”, he exclaimed and got up from his chair to shake her hand.

“Hi, how are you?”, she asked sweetly and took his hand.

“I’m great, how are you?”, he asked with a smile. In this way, Katsuki envied Kirishima. He was laid back, could talk to anyone and the fact that he was talking to her in that manner... it just got worse.

“So, guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Denki, Mina and Sero.”, Kirishima said, “And you know Katsuki, of course.”

“It’s so nice to meet you!”, Mina giggled, stood up from her chair and engulfed Y/N in a tight hug, “It’ll be so nice to have another girl in the band!”

He watched the two interacting. This was a very good idea.

As soon as conversation started picking up you were immediately comfortable. It was so natural for all of you, especially with Katsuki. You couldn’t think of any time when you’ve felt the same way... not even with Aito.

Katsuki didn’t say much, but you still felt comfortable and like you could really be yourself.

“Where’d you get your jacket Y/N? I’m in love with it!”, Mina exclaimed and felt the leather material.

“My boyfriend bought it in a second hand shop, actually!”, you smiled. Suddenly there was a tension. Katsuki looked out the window, suddenly even more quiet.

“Oh, really!”, Mina tried to keep the mood going, “It’s in really good shape for being second hand, he has good taste!”

“Thank you.”, you smiled.

Of course she had a boyfriend, why would he even think anything else? She’s beautiful, kind, funny... and actual angel. You’d think someone as perfect as her would have a partner already.

It didn’t matter, she’d still get a place in Crimson Crypt. She was still an amazing singer, and the fact that she was in a relationship shouldn’t change that. Nevertheless, Katsuki was a little bit heartbroken. What if he had made a move on her that day in the café instead of writing a goddamn song? Who does that? He was such an idiot!

Play it cool, Katsuki..., he thought before gathering himself quickly.

He couldn’t believe that he was relieved when the dinner was over. Still, it was hard to see her go... and meet up with her boyfriend down the street. Aito, was it? Katsuki didn’t like the way he wrapped his arm around her waist protectivley, or the way he kissed her temple softly... he didn’t like him at all, that’s it.

“I don’t like him...”, Katsuki mumbled.

“Well, that’s just ‘cause you like her!”, Denki laughed.

“Oi! Shut up!”, Katsuki yelled at him. The rest of the group laughed, but Katsuki stole one last glance at her. There was love in the way she kissed him, for sure... but it was forced as fuck.

Once home, you took of your make up and got ready for bed.

“So, you got the gig?”, Aito asked as he started brushing his teeth.

“Sure did!”, you grinned, “Better start dressing like a rock star now, huh?”

“No... it’s not your style.”, he commented.

“Aito, it was a joke.”, you sighed, “... but I think that I can pull it off...” He shrugged and kept on brushing his teeth.

“Are you still mad about the dinner reservation, Aito?”, you frowned at him in the mirror.

“No, it’s fine.”, he muttered, “I’m going to bed...”

The very next day Aito was already gone when you woke up. Even though he was an art student he had a weird schedule, but today you didn’t mind. It had been awkward since last night and you just wanted to be alone for a while.

You got a text, so you managed to roll out of bed and take it. The bright screen made your eyes sting, but once you got used to it you could see the time. It was already 10 am. The text was from Katsuki...

‘Hey, are you free for today?’, it said. You didn’t know why, but your heart fluttered... even for just a second.

Maybe he shouldn’t have sent it... was it weird? He saw her yesterday, was today too much?

‘yeah, sure! did you have anything in mind? :)’, she answered quickly. He ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh. It wasn’t weird... but maybe she was just being polite? God dammit! Stop thinking, just do!

‘Coffee and maybe we could practice a bit. I don’t know if it was obvious, but you made it into the band.’, he texted back.

‘sounds great! text me a time and place, i’ll get ready as soon as possible!:)’, Y/N answered immediately again.

She still looked gorgeous. Fuck, why was this happening to him? As soon as she saw him she smiled so brightly and waved before jogging up to him.

“Hi! How are you?”, she grinned.

“I’m alright, you doing okay?”, he asked and tried to keep his concern out of his tone. From what he saw last night, he didn’t really like Y/N’s boyfriend, Aito. Katsuki thought about it for a long time and it wasn’t about the fact that he might have a tiny crush on her. He got a genuine bad gut feeling from him.

“Yeah, I just got to bed a bit late last night!”, she let out a breathy laugh, “So, where did you want to go?”

He couldn’t convince her to let him buy her coffee, but that was alright as long as she was happy. They walked around town in silence, letting their paper cups warm up their cold hands.

“Would you mind going to my place to practice? We usually have a studio but I couldn’t get a hold of our manager today.”, he asked out of the blue.

“I don’t mind at all!”, she smiled so pretty again. He was about to add something when a group of younger girls ran up to the two and stopped their peaceful walk.

“Oh my god! Are you Katsuki Bakugo from Crimson Crypt?”, one of them asked gleefully.

“That’s me, yeah.”, he nodded.

“Could we get a picture?”, another girl asked.

“I...”, he looked over at you to see if Y/N was uncomfortable. The contrary, she was smiling... almost in an excited way. She noticed him looking.

“It’s fine, I can take it if you all want to be in it!”, she said happily to the girls. They gave her a phone and waited until the group surrounded Katsuki before she took a picture.

“Here you go!”, Y/N handed back the phone to the girls.

“Thank you so much!”, on of the girls said, “You guys make such a cute couple!” Katsuki’s heart stopped. Did she really just say couple? Did they look like a couple?

He looked over at you. Was it the cold that made you look so flustered? Before any of you could explain anything the girls had moved on.

“I don’t usually get stopped, sorry about that...”, Katsuki muttered, “I wasn’t prepared to be recognized without the rest of the band.”

“It’s fine! I think you handled it well.”, her cheeks were shaded all shades of pink.

Katsuki’s apartment was really nice, but not that big. You forgot that even though Crimson Crypt was pretty famous, that didn’t mean he made a lot of money. Even so, this apartment definietly wasn’t cheap and neither was the furniture. You could tell by the big, brown, leather, couch in the livingroom.

“Wow, this is so nice... I love you’re decorating!”, you smiled and looked around the room.

“Mina helped me with a lot, I just told her what I liked.”, he shrugged.

“I didn’t take you for a plant person.”, you glanced on every plant in the room around you. There had to be at least seventeen.

“Their easy to manage, so there’s no real work really.”, he chuckled and walked into his bedroom. The walls were covered with bookshelves, filled with books and a few plants. His bed was big and seemed very soft and had very clean white sheets. By the looks of it, Katsuki was a bit of a perfectionist. Before you could tease him about it, though, he had picked up an acoustic and sat down in a hammock with it.

“Make yourself at home.”, he started tuning the guitar. You looked around for a place to sit and found a plush armchair. You sat down and pulled your legs up in the way too big chair for one person.

“Could you play me something?”, you ask out of the blue. He looked up at you, his eyes locked with yours. There was a moment where you felt like you had your head in the clouds, and all other sound was blocked out. He tore his gaze away from you by blinking.

“Yeah, sure.”. he said and started strumming on the guitar. You recognized the melody to be Cherry Wine by Hozier. Hadn’t you mentioned that song yesterday? The thought that he would remember that made your heart flutter again.

No, stop thinking about that. You have a boyfriend.

Instead of letting your thoughts get to you, you hummed along with his singing and closed your eyes.

“The way she tells me I’m hers and she’s mine. Open hand or closed fist would be fine.The blood is red and sweet like cherry wine.”, Katsuki sang softly and you felt chills creeping up your back.

His voice captured your thoughts and every word had you on edge, even though you knew the lyrics. He had somehow manage to make you forget all the words with his voice.

Once he stopped you kept your eyes closed.

“You’re very good.”, you grinned, “Like... really good.”

Did she notice that he played Cherry Wine because of her? He would be lying if he said that he didn’t learn the chords to that yesterday after the dinner.

“I’m nothing compared to you though.”, he chuckled lightly and put down his guitar.

“Are you kidding?”, she laughed and it sounded so heavenly, “You’re voice is so cool! It’s soft but still has that rasp to it, and it sounds so natural too!”

If he could tell her that she sounds like the goddess Aphrodite herself, he would. He would tell her that every day if he could wake up next to her. Oh, to wake up next to her eyelashes fluttering open to let him drown in the universe of her irises. To hear her voice as she whispered out goodmorning and to kiss her soft lips with a feather like touch. But he couldn’t tell her that.

“Tch, whatever you say.”, he said, but his neutral tone didn’t match the slight warm smile that played on his lips.

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mightyhemsworthy · 5 years

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DINNER & DIATRIBES (John Wick x Reader)

Summary: You were part of the High Table. You could say that you enjoyed it, but that would be a lie. A big lie. Your life was not easy thanks to your father. However, when a stranger shows up suddenly everything starts to change.

Word count: almost 6K.

Inspired by: Hozier's song.

Author's note: I really wanted to write something happy and just smutty. I really tried but here I am. Yet with a depressed, dark, and passionate fanfiction. Sorry for this. Pls, forgive me. Also, this fic went downhill pretty quickly lol.

Author’s note 2: this is my first ever posted smut. (I’ve written several before, but this is my first time posting it so be gentle, lol.) Please keep in mind that English is not my native language so I’m really sorry for any kind of mistakes. I would be glad if I could read your suggestions or comments about my story! Thank you in advance! <3

Warnings: enemies to lovers?, porn without a plot?, abuse (not detailed, just mentioned), shy, suppressed reader, soft dom!John, dirty smut. Please go away if your underage, I mean it.

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"I knew it from the first look of

The look of mischief in your eyes"

You hated these kinds of evenings. You hated the High Table with your full heart, even though your father was one of them. You wanted nothing more but to destroy them but that would be slightly impossible. All you could do now is to clench your teeth, fake a smile, chatter and laugh at everyone’s silly jokes.

Gosh. You hated these people.

These kinds of evenings went on and on until a new guy came to the circle. It was John Wick. You heard stories and legends about him, but it did not attract you at all. However, when you saw him your breath was taken away. He looked so elegant and the fact that he swayed in the crowd without giving any attention to everyone, even though basically every single person was looking at his direction, made him even more attractive.

You took a glass of champagne from a waiter near you and turned away as you took a sip. Gosh, this was the last thing you needed. But another person did not matter anymore. As a daughter of a criminal, your job was to entertain the guests. Basically, at all cost. If you did not obey, or just your father sensed that you want to resist, he punished you. And let's just say, a slap was one of the least bad punishments.

As you turned back, you took another glass of champagne from the waiter and you started to walk towards John. He looked at you shortly.

"Mr. Wick..." you started but he passed by, without looking at you.

"Don't." was all he said while he continued to walk towards your dad.

You sighed. What an asshole, just like everyone else in here. – At least, this was your first impression of him.

When you arrived home, you were afraid that you managed to screw up the evening for your father, but he was in a particularly good mood.

"Y/N.," he said before you could go to your room. You froze on your spot, afraid to turn around, dreading what will wait for you. But you did. You had to. You always did.

"Yes, father?" you tried to ask nicely, even forcing a smile on you.

"We were great tonight," he started, tilting his head a little bit to the side as if he saw the evening happening all over him again. "I managed to make a deal with John Wick." he continued and by saying only his name your heart started to beat faster. You could feel it pumping against your ribcage.

"That's amazing," you started. "I'm really happy for you." at this point, you were great at lying. He could not even sense it.

"Thank you, dear," he said, taking a step closer to you. At that exact moment, you stepped back, your backside pushed against the door of your room. It was an involuntary movement but fortunately, he did not notice. He did not notice how much you were disgusted by him and how much you despised him. He only cared about himself. "John Wick will come over tomorrow, so we're throwing a big dinner. Just the three of us." he smiled, you could say that it was sincere, but nothing could convince you at this point.

"All right, I'll do my best," you answered and quickly slipped to your room, where you immediately locked it so he could not follow you. Luckily, he did not. You really hoped that he won't do anything bad to you. You always hoped that he would change, change for you but that never happened. You slid down to the floor, trying to suppress the crying and sobbing which bubbled from your throat.

You wanted to end this. You wanted to end your suffering.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Well, the last evening’s crying did not do you any justice. But you could camouflage that with makeup, as well as camouflaging some bruises, which you always did. You tried to brighten up your eyes using a concealer, making a subtle eye look, perfecting it with mascara and using red lipstick. Your favorite. It gave you the femme fatale look, even though you felt the opposite. Fake it, till you make it. Right?

When you went to the dining room, John was already there. He looked at you, kind of surprised to see you there. You looked away from him, but you could feel his gaze lingering on you as you took your seat. His hand covered his mouth, his fingers slowly caressing his stubble as he looked back to your father across the table.

"Ahh John, this is my daughter, Y/N.," your father said, gesticulating towards you. He pretended that he just realized that you were there, but you knew you messed up. You were late, but making your makeup actually took longer than you anticipated. You looked back at John. He was breathtaking up close, but you tried to suppress those emotions which were building up inside of you. You hated his allies and you wanted to hate them. John Wick could not be an exception.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wick" the sentence rolled out of your tongue without an effort.

"Likewise," he said curtly. Well, he wasn't a man of words.

The rest of the night went by quite seamlessly. They talked about work, but you did not pay any attention. You were just eating and drinking vine. More than you were supposed to. You did not want to say anything bad and you hoped you wouldn't, but you just couldn't resist the warm and relaxing embrace of the liquid. Your father went out to arrange the desserts as well as bringing another substance into the room to drink with John.

After a few minutes of silence and staring, John started.

"So..."

"Don't." you interrupted him. You could swear that you saw his eyes lit up, but this emotion disappeared quickly. He was great at keeping a poker face, it was impossible to read off anything of him. You could learn a lot of things from him.

"Okay, then." was all he answered intertwining his hands, smirking, waiting for your father to come back. You took another sip of the vine, trying to suppress a smile. An indescribable emotion filled your chest. Maybe, it was time to finally resist. To do something different than before. And maybe this time you could win.

Dinners and dinners went by in the following few weeks and months. You saw John quiet frequently, but nothing really happened besides looking "angrily" at each other. The two of you did not even talk. However, actions speak louder than words. At least, as they say.

Your father's voice broke your trance that you were in. He was looking at you, fury already building up inside of him. You were supposed to answer something.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening," you said honestly, but you could see your father's fist grabbing at the cutlery harder than before. John could sense it too, even though he did not show it.

"So, Y/N..." he started again. "What do you think about my latest investment?" he asked dearly.

"Why do you care about my opinion now?" you did not even realize what you said after you uttered it. Your father punched the table, the glasses ringing against each other causing a sour melody.

"John, forgive us for a moment." your father said, looking at you. You did not have any choice, you stood up and followed your father outside of the room. When the two of you were a little bit away, suddenly, he slapped you. It took a few seconds to realize the burning sensation on your cheeks.

"Get the hell out of here, I don't want to see you," he said, pointing towards you, holding himself back to sound professional even if John was listening.

"I feel the same about you" it was hard to quiet your voice as you became really angry. You did not even care about his opinion any more or making favors for him. And you did not even know where this bravery was coming from.

You shrugged as he was about to hit you again.

"Y/F/N" John raised his voice, making your father stop his movements. When you looked at John, he was furious. He was totally different from your earlier conversation at the table. This look was more like the Baba Yaga they used to praise. You sent a grateful look towards him. You could swear his shoulders loosened up as he was looking at you. A silent agreement went between the two of you.

"I think it's time to go," John said ambiguously, and the attitude of your father changed immediately.

"Oh no, John…" he said, rushing towards him. "We're just getting started." John looked at you one more time, some expression on his face which you could not read. He turned towards your father, grabbing him by his shoulders.

"Okay, let's talk," John said with his dangerously low voice. You took this time to slip to your room, packing everything you could into a bag. This was your chance to get away.

A few hours later you heard a knock on your door. It was low and quiet, but you still heard it. And it was different from your father's knock, so you opened the door. John was standing there, his tame hair framing his face. He was much calmer than before. He was holding a black bag, which he gave to you. You looked him with questioning eyes, but you took it nonetheless. When you opened it, you could see a lot of money in it.

"I cannot take it." you wanted to give it back, but he lightly grabbed your wrist. His touch was firm but soft. So much different which you used to experience before.

"It's yours." he said softly. "Your father gave it to you so graciously." he almost spat out the last words which started to frighten you. "You are free to go." But with this sentence, you knew that John Wick could never hurt you. He would never do those things to you which your father did. And actually, this was the most liberating thing anyone could say to you. Sudden tears started to blurry your vision, without thinking twice you hugged him. It was quick and kind of awkward, as you were not use to human touch and you could see that he wasn't used to it either. Maybe, it was time to change this. For both of you.

You let him go, so you could grab your stuff from your bed.

"Let's get out of here."

* 1 YEAR LATER *

A lot can change in one year. You could never forget John Wick's name. And not because of those frightful legends, but because he was your hero. Not many people can actually say this about John Wick.

With the money he gave you, you could start a new life. So, you did. You moved into a new city, making friends, currently renting an apartment with one of them. You even started working. You could start fresh and clean. And this was something that you were utterly grateful for.

Most of all, you even started taking self-defense lessons. You wanted to protect yourself and you never wanted to feel as weak as you did with your father.

Now, you finally became the femme fatale that you were hoping for.

You were changing to your night shift at the restaurant when your friend walked into.

"Gosh, that man outside… is just daddy." you started to laugh. It always impressed you how straight forward she was with her desires and thoughts.

"What man?" you asked, peeking towards the door to get a look at him. She was standing beside you, pointing towards him. And that is when your world turned upside down again. It was John. You haven't seen him since the incident but wow… he truly looked better than ever. Your friend realized your reaction.

"YOU KNOW HIM." she squealed and that is when you pulled her from the door before anyone could see you.

"Keep your voice down." you started to whisper. "Yes, I knew him. He is my father's… friend." it was always better to lie than telling the truth about your father and his relationships. And you were sure that John Wick and your father was not even friends anymore, but this was the most you could manage out of yourself after the shock of seeing him for the first time after such a long time.

"Go get his orders," she started. You rolled your eyes, but you went out towards his table anyway. That is when he looked up at you. He was quite shocked, to say the least, but he managed to hide his emotions after a few seconds. Like he always did. He was alone, but you were sure that won't last long.

"Good evening, Mr. Wick," you said cockily. "Welcome to Continental's restaurant. How may I help you?" you questioned him.

He did not hold himself back.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" he tried to keep his voice down.

"Why?" you looked back at him, scared at his expression. He could read you like an open book, so his body loosened up and he had an apologetical look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/N" he started. "But this is the criminal's cover place. I thought you knew that." you could not believe what he was saying. So, you supported criminals for the whole time since you got here? You could not believe it…. but now, thinking about it you should have known. This place pays too well to be just an ordinary restaurant. However, before you could react, his partner arrived. And she was… beautiful. You felt sudden jealousy in your stomach, but you tried not to think about it. She started her orders without looking at you and swayed her hands when she was done. You hated people like this, but you got her order anyway and disappeared back to the kitchen.

You tried to avoid their table throughout the whole evening and convinced your friend to deliver their orders. In this way, the night passed quickly, leaving you alone in the restaurant before the cleaning shift has arrived. You were the only one who always stayed for them, as you did not want to leave the restaurant just by on its own. And you actually enjoyed the silence which fell on you. In this hour you could manage your thoughts and relax a little bit.

"Y/N." you heard from behind. You could realize his voice even in your dreams. It was raspy, low and sent shivers down your spine, tingling you from the inside. John Wick. You turned around to see him, now fully standing, covered in a black suit which looked so good on him.

"John?" you asked softly, and he came closer to you.

"What are you doing today?" he smiled. Considering the fact that the sun already appeared, you assumed that he was talking about today's evening.

"Uhmm… working" you answered and he started to chuckle. You were so pure in his eyes, he did not know he would even deserve a date with you. But that is what he was aiming for.

"When are you free?" he asked again and you looked surprised.

"Why are you asking?" you asked back and he let out a sigh.

"Well, I would like to take you out for a date if you would let me," he said so softly that you weren't sure that these words came from him. He seemed so reserved and introverted, his question came as a shock even though you thought doing things with him… quiet often. Remember the part when I mentioned he was your hero? Well… you always wanted to thank your hero, but you were sure that he wasn't even considering you like a real woman. You thought that he sees a little girl in you who only needs protection. And you wanted to be so much more in his eyes. Maybe you were wrong all this time. "So..?" he asked again, you did not know how to answer. You wanted this more than anything, but your self-doubt was stronger.

"I'm not sure if I'm the right person," you answered honestly, and his expression changed. As if someone punched him in the face. "Not that I don't want you, I mean… I want you, trust me, badly, but…" at this point you started to stutter, saying things you did not want say out loud, but you did anyway. And that was all he needed. He crossed the path between the two of you, crashing his lips against yours as you were the only thing who could save him. Save him, make him feel things he never felt before and giving him a chance that clearly no one even tried to give him. To make him feel different than the famous assassin he was.

You immediately reacted to his touch and this was so much different than a year before. You did not dread from human touch anymore, you actually craved it. You returned the kiss, slowly opening your mouth so his tongue could slip in an explore your taste, as well as his hands started to discover every inch of your body. You started to heat up, feeling like your whole body is on fire, aching your core so much that you were already about to explode. You caressed his cheeks, his stubble scraped your palm a little bit as you deepened the kiss, letting him in more and more. Gosh, it was desperate, but it felt so good. His hands tugged on your uniform, as he was about to rip it off when you heard a noise behind the two of you. You pulled away and you see a man who was looking at you with playfulness in his eyes.

"Winston..." John breathed next to you, and the man started to look at him rather than looking at you.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but John we need you at the conference." His voice was serious.

"I'll be there in a minute," John answered and without a word, Winston disappeared from the room. Your cheeks started to burn, it was kind of humiliating getting caught but John's expression did not change. He was looking at you with lust and passion in his eyes, as his pupil were slightly diluted. His hair was messy, as well his suit which started to look rather wrinkled on him, but he did not seem to care. He was only focusing on you. "I'm sorry but I have to go now." he started, and you understood, even though you wanted him to stay.

"It's okay," you answered and with that, John started to walk away from you, almost leaving the room when you cried after him. "John!"

He turned back immediately.

"Let's meet on Saturday at 8 o'clock in front of your room." he started to smile, leaving him more beautiful than he already was.

"Room 55, on the 7th floor."

You were waiting in front of his room. You were nervous, standing from one leg to the other. You wanted to knock a few minutes ago, but you were unable to do it. When you finally raised your hand, the door opened, and you saw John leaning against it.

"Y/N." he greeted you with a mysterious smile on his face.

"John." you sighed and before you could say anything else John grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into his room. The door slammed against your back as he crushed his lips against yours, grabbing at your neck, pushing his whole body to you. It took a few milliseconds to adjust to his speed, but when you did… it was heaven on earth.

Your hand started to explore his body under his suit but above his shirt, feeling the soft material underneath your palm as well as his strong, muscular body. You started to melt at his touch, giving yourself to the feeling, being lost as your tongues rolled against each other. He tasted so good. Being this close to him, feeling his intoxicating perfume made you dizzy. You never wanted this to end, but suddenly he pulled away from you.

"Fuck, Y/N," he cursed. "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to rush anything or being abusive or something like that," he muttered against your lips. "I'm sorry that I was this fast, I lost my mind." he continued and tried to pull further away from you. But you did not let him. Because if you did so, you won't give yourself a second chance. This was your last one and you did not want to regret it for not trying.

"Please, don't stop," you whispered, but he could hear it.

"Are you sure?" he whispered back, his voice was hoarse and it made him even more attractive.

"I'm sure…" you started but he cut you off.

"If you want to stop or something is not right just tell me, okay?" he asked you again, but you started to lose your temper. This never happened to you before, you never craved something this badly.

"Just fucking kiss me and then fuck me, John," you answered and he looked at you with a surprised look. He started to smile and you started to chuckle at his expression. "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me."

"Don't apologize," he still smiled, brushing a few hair strands out of your face. "I like this side of yours." he chuckled and brushed a soft kiss into your lips. "But, I think we should…" he started but this time you cut him off.

"John…" you said, desperately crushing your lips against his lips. He let you, as he wanted to do what you wished and desired. He lifted you up from to ground, at that exact moment you hooked your legs around his waist, feeling his hardening member at the inner side of your thighs, which was dangerously close to your already wet one. You moaned into his mouth at the sensation and it became even more when the two of you fell into his bed. He was already on top of you, kissing your jaw and neck while one of his hand started to roam towards your waist. He rucked up the dress you were wearing, slowly sliding his fingers to your entrance. When he realized how wet you were, he let out a breath he did not know he was holding. You made him insane and he could not wait to taste you and eat you out.

He couldn't really hold himself at this point, especially after he felt how much you wanted and needed him. He basically ripped your dress off from your body, leaving you in your lace underwear. He drank you with his eyes, adoring everything about your body. Otherwise, you would feel insecure but not with him. He made you feel like a fucking goddess, already worshipping your body and liking how you laid underneath him. He started to brush soft kisses to your stomach, making his way down there were his new favorite place stood. He pushed your lace thong to the side, exposing your wet velvety skin to the air and his breath. He started to lick your clit incredibly slowly as he wanted to flavor every inch of you. He grabbing you by the waist to hold you in place as you started to whimper by his tongue. Eating you out was a low understatement. He devoured your pussy and feasted on it like it was the last thing on Earth. His desire for you was indescribable.

You grabbed the sheets beside you, fisting it to release some pressure which already started to build inside of your deep core. John let out a moan at the sight of you, which resonated through your whole body adding more and more to the unbearable sensations. That is when John started inserted his fingers into you. Your insides started to burn and ace with some desire which was slightly unfamiliar for you. He was so good with his hands and his tongue that it sent you to the edge in no time. He was definite with his fingers, mercilessly pushing his digit into you, while his tongue swirled and curled on your clit to satisfy you. His stubble tickled you a little bit, adding more and more friction when he started to delve his tongue more and deeper. He had one and only one goal: to experience an orgasm which you haven't experienced before. He wanted to give you everything, he wanted to make you feel special.

He parted your lips, even more, you opened your legs as wide open for him as you could. He suddenly slowed down, playing with your wetness as he was watching how his fingers entered you. Slowly, in and out.

"Fuck, John…" you started, tugging on his hair to fasten his movements, but he did not let you control him. He did in his own pace, teasing and torturing you. You grabbed his hair even more, afraid of hurting him but you could not hold yourself back. He did not seem to care, moreover, it made him even more turned on than he already was.

"Cum for me, baby girl," he added as he slowly started to flick his tongue on your flesh, making his movements as careful as possible when he sucked them slightly in, making your body erupt into pleasure. His slow movements sent you over, as well as his slight dirty talking. You started to pulsate around his fingers, crying out his name over and over again.

"Jonathan…" you whispered, as you made your grip slightly loser on his hair. He licked you through your after wave, slightly digging his nose into you to help you ease your sensitive area. "Fuck…" you added, as the shockwaves started to disappear.

Suddenly, you started to shiver as your body started to cool down after your orgasm. John kneeled up between your legs, licking off your juices from his fingers as he was looking straight into your eyes.

By the gaze of his, you started to warm up again. He was so much different than your earlier partners, not if you had many… but Jonathan particularly stood out. Gosh, how could you get this man?

He had a half cocky smirk on his face, looking at you with so much passion and desire.

"What?" you asked shily.

"Nothing, you're just a fucking goddess," he answered, bending down to give you a heated kiss. His words meant so much to you. It felt so good being appreciated like this and feeling worth it. You could feel your wetness on his mouth and tongue, as well on his beard as you cupped the side of his cheeks, but it just made everything much better than it already was. You moaned into his mouth, wanting to taste him everywhere as well.

You slightly pulled away.

"It's my turn," you said out, trying to move but John stopped you in your movements.

"This night is about you, baby girl," he said and he pinned you against the bed as you tried to move again. "Ah-ah," he added, stopping you and holding you in place. You were unable to release from his grip, but at this point, you did not even want to. Your breath caught up in your throat, feeling his hips grinding against your wet area. Gosh, you wanted him so badly and the fact that he held you down made you even more insane. He could see your eyes lighting with something new. "Did you like that?" he teased, holding you in place while he added soft kisses to your collarbone. You started to shiver at his touch, but you were unable to move as he held you strongly.

"Jonathan…" you breathed out again and he started to chuckle, releasing you.

"I love when you say my name," he said, tilting your face towards his, so he could give you a kiss which was different from before. It was still passionate, but soft which could say much more than words. "I can't wait to hear you say it over and over again," he added, unbuttoning his suit which was still on him. You grabbed his shirt, trying to help him so he could be inside of you as fast as possible.

The sight of him unbuckling his belt made your mouth water. As I have mentioned before, he could read you like an open book. He saw how your eyes lit up with excitement. So instead of pushing away the belt, he grabbed your wrist to tie them together with it.

"Is this okay?" he asked you though, before making it tight.

"Sure, yes, please" you muttered, and he started to chuckle again. To be honest, you haven't seen him being this liberated and happy with anyone else before and it made your heart filled with happiness. He was even more beautiful when you heard that low laugh of his.

"If something is wrong, just tell me," he said, freeing himself from his pants as well in the meantime grabbing a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. The way he coated his member with his hands made you even more insane. He grabbed your neck even before you could react to anything. He was so fast, but he gave you a soft kiss while he positioned himself between your legs.

He could not really hold himself back, but the fact that he did not want to hurt you made him slow down his actions. He slowly rubbed his head against your clit, giving a tease what you will get in a few seconds.

He started to push inside of you, but due to his length and thickness, you started to hiss at the sudden pain. He looked at you with true concern in his eyes.

"If it hurts, we can stop," he said, but you did not want him to stop. Because as much as it hurt, it made you fill with pleasure as well.

"No, it's okay," you added, but you were kind of breathless. He just nodded, giving you a soft kiss on the lips while he slowly and carefully tried to move a little bit to the side as well as slowly in and out till you adjusted to his length. He tried not to moan though, you were so tight around him that it already started to twitch his cock with hunger.

"Fuck, Y/N.," he said, also breathlessly while he started to move a little bit faster than before. As you get used to his size, the pain started to disappear, and incredible enjoyment started to fill your body. He buried his head into the crook of your neck as he started to thrust into you, while you hooked your leg around his waist to pull his whole size into you.

"Fuck me, Jonathan," you said and he did not need any more courage. He started to fuck you mercilessly, hitting you all the right places so your walls already started to clench around him. He was feeling everything, he liked the way you took his dick, how your body took his cock deeper and deeper inside of you.

As he started to lose control, he still wanted to be gentle to you because hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do. But he could not stop grabbing your neck, his fingers lingering around your throat hazily as he bumped into you faster than before.

"Johnathan" you cried out as you were overwhelmed with pleasure, your second orgasm already on its way. You felt the similar sensation building up inside of your stomach, your heart racing in your ear. This was too much. Being tied up, him inside of you as well as his hands around your neck…

Before you could realize, John sucked his thumb into his mouth and made its way on your clit to add to your building fire. You started to whimper, but he held you in place.

"Cum for me, baby girl," he said again, and you did. His words were like magic on you. Working perfectly as he was still thrusting into you. However, he was close as well. His movements started to become sloppy and his moans started to become louder. It surprised you how vocal he was, but you really liked it. It showed how much he enjoyed fucking you.

"Fuck…" he said, moaning other curse words and your name as he released his juices and dissolved into pleasure. He suddenly collapsed on you, biting you on the neck as he buried his head inside of it.

You were dizzy, your legs were shaking around his waist, feeling intoxicated just thinking about how much pleasure John gave you. And it was just the beginning of the night. You could not wait to taste him as well, or having another round with him in a different position. You wanted to try everything with him because he made you feel things like you never felt before. And you really hoped you could.

When John collected himself, he interlaced his lips with yours. His eyes shining with love and adoration.

"Next time, you should take me to dinner at least," you said and he looked at you with big eyes.

"How dare you…." he started. "You insisted on, let me quote you, fucking you," he said and this sentence was so much hotter from his mouth.

"Yes, and I really enjoyed that," you added, smiling.

"Me too," he said, brushing a soft kiss against your lips.

The two of you were kissing for a few minutes before he pulled away.

"I would like to take you out for a real date though," he started. "As well as ‘fucking you' countlessly and trying out new things, if you want to," he added with a chuckle.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Wick," you answered. "I would really like that."

"What did you just say?" he asked back, with a dark and sinful tone in his voice.

"Mr. Wick."

"Before that."

"Sir…?" you asked, did not know what he was referring to.

"Fuck, baby girl," he grunted in a very dangerously low voice. "I think we found a new thing," he said before crushing a passionate kiss to you.

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icaruspendragon · 4 years

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— Get to know me!

The last time I filled this out was in July of 2017 and I just wanted to see how my answers changed, the new answers are in parentheses.

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? A boy named Igor (My husband John Paul) 2. Are you outgoing or shy? Shy (Shy) 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My mom today! (JP when he gets home from work lolol) 4. Are you easy to get along with? I would say yes, I don’t really fight with anyone. (same) 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? He already has haha. (same answer, different person) 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Kind people. (same, also boys with long hair) 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Yes (I sure hope so) 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Igor (Zuko lmao) 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Nope (same) 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Patrick (JP) 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “You can be anything you want. I’ll support you.” ( “I was just training.” ) 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? The most recent Bastille album lol. ( Waves by Bastille, Rosie by John Mayer, Swimming In The Moonlight by Bad Suns, Thank Me Later by Anna of the North, and Jackie and Wilson by Hozier) 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? YES ( same) 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Yes (kinda) 15. What good thing happened this summer? Going to Gay Pride in Nashville (I got married) 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? HELL YEAH (ye) 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes (same) 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No (same) 19. Do you like bubble baths? Yes (same) 20. Do you like your neighbors? I don’t really talk to my neighbors (no i do not like them) 21. What are you bad habits? I doubt myself a lot. (I used to do a shit ton of cocaine and still want to do a lot of cocaine haha) 22. Where would you like to travel? YES (same) 23. Do you have trust issues? YES (same) 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Cuddling with my cats after I wake up. (going to bed lol) 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? I love myself totally. (All I want in this world is a fat ass) 26. What do you do when you wake up? Check my phone. (crawl over my still slumbering husband to quietly get ready for work) 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Neither. I am fine just the way that I am. (yeah same) 28. Who are you most comfortable around? Mackenzie. (JP) 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes. (same) 30. Do you ever want to get married? I think so. (I am married) 31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes. (same) 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? None. (same) 33. Spell your name with your chin. bdfdfmkljde (ber5klkier) 34. Do you play sports? What sports? No, I’m in band. (no, but I was in band for 11 years) 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV (same) 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes. (same) 37. What do you say during awkward silences? Nothing. That’s what makes them awkward. (lol, yeah) 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Tall, dark, English major. (same) 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Amazon lmao. (i’m a slut for etsy and i greatly enjoy candy stores) 40. What do you want to do after high school? I’m already done with high school thank God. ( i dunno) 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? It depends. (No) 42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean? Nothing. (probably thinking about zutara tbh) 43. Do you smile at strangers? Yes, I’m from the South. I think it’s ingrained in my DNA to. (yeah) 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Space boi (same) 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? That morning wee (work and wee) 46. What are you paranoid about? That none of friends like me and that they’re all just pretending. (same) 47. Have you ever been high? Yes. (same) 48. Have you ever been drunk? Yes. (same) 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Oh honey. (nope) 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Black. (yellow) 51. Ever wished you were someone else? Nope. (ye) 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? Nothing.(i. want. a. fat. ass.) 53. Favourite makeup brand? Probably Tarte. (NYX) 54. Favourite store? Ulta (I don’t really have one) 55. Favourite blog? I don’t have one. (I have so many now, omg @babytreehugger @hugs4zuko @pineapple-frenzy @bluelady-atla @aprilmayship and @firelxdykatara are a few of them!) 56. Favourite colour? Light green. (same) 57. Favourite food? Pasta (same) 58. Last thing you ate? Pasta lmao. (does espresso count? if not, then pizza for dinner last night) 59. First thing you ate this morning? I haven’t yet. (espresso, lol, i have yet to have food today) 60. Ever won a competition? For what? Nope. (do band competitions count? if so, yes) 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? Nope. (same) 62. Been arrested? For what? Nope. (same) 63. Ever been in love? Yes. (yeah boiiii) 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? I was in seventh grade. It wasn’t great. (that’s pretty much it) 65. Are you hungry right now? No. (also no) 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? No. (no, but more gently this time) 67. Facebook or Twitter? Facebook. (neither tbh) 68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr (same) 69. Are you watching tv right now? No. (same) 70. Names of your bestfriends? Carleigh, Karlee, Maria, Mackenzie, Emily, Josh, and Allen!! (same, but now i have JP, another Maria, Scott, Corbin, and pretty much all of my sbux coworkers) 71. Craving something? What? Not really haha. (same) 72. What colour are your towels? Different colors. (same) 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Three. (five lmao) 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yes. (yes) 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? I only have two with me at my apartment, but more at home. (five) 75. Favourite animal? Dragon. (same) 76. What colour is your underwear? Pink. (blue) 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla (depends on what is being offered) 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Vanilla (birthday cake) 79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Gray (red plaid) 80. What colour pants? Blue nike shorts. (red plaid. yes it’s 1:59 pm. yes i’m wearing pajamas) 81. Favourite tv show? Avatar: the Last Airbender. (same) 82. Favourite movie? The Way He Looks (same) 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean Girls (ye) 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? 21 Jump Street (ye) 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? I don’t have one. (ye) 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? I don’t have one. (ye) 87. First person you talked to today? Sage (John Paul) 88. Last person you talked to today? Jaimy (John Paul) 89. Name a person you hate? I don’t hate anyone. (da president) 90. Name a person you love? Mackenzie. He’s kind of my hero. (Same, but also my husband I reckon) 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? No one really haha. (same) 92. In a fight with someone? No. (currently, no. in the past? yes. this question is weird) 93. How many sweatpants do you have? One. (still just one) 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? Four or five. (so many) 95. Last movie you watched? Logan (I have no idea about the last movie i watched and also no idea what movie “Logan” is) 96. Favourite actress? I don’t think that I have one. (same) 97. Favourite actor? Avan Jogia. (same i reckon) 98. Do you tan a lot? No. (same) 99. Have any pets? Yes, three cats! (same three cats and now a dog) 100. How are you feeling? Tired. But that’s nothing new. (lmao yeah same) 101. Do you type fast? Yes. (ye) 102. Do you regret anything from your past? Oh honey (ahaha :’) ) 103. Can you spell well? Yes. (i am okay) 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? OH BUDDY (ye) 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes. (same) 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yes. (same) 107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes. (same, and never again) 108. What should you be doing? Sleeping. (writing or cleaning) 109. Is something irritating you right now? No. (no) 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Yes. (ye) 111. Do you have trust issues? Oh yeah. (ye) 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom. (JP) 113. What was your childhood nickname? Gertie. (that one and also ‘berkel’) 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes. (ye) 115. Do you play the Wii? No. (still no) 116. Are you listening to music right now? Yes, the Danish String Quartet. (no) 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? It’s okay. (it is still just an okay soup) 118. Do you like Chinese food? Hell yeah. (HELL YEAH) 119. Favourite book? Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. (same) 120. Are you afraid of the dark? I used to be, but not anymore. (yes) 121. Are you mean? No, being mean gets you nowhere in life. (no) 122. Is cheating ever okay? No. (also no) 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Hell nope. (still nope) 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No. (sorta kinda) 125. Do you believe in true love? Yes. (yeah) 126. Are you currently bored? A little. (no) 127. What makes you happy? A good book, a cup of coffee, and a cold rainy day. (same) 128. Would you change your name? I used to want to change it to something “normal” but not anymore. (I need to because it’s been six months since i got married and i have yet to legally change my last name) 129. What your zodiac sign? Gemini. I was supposed to be a cancer though, my mom just couldn’t chill lol. (same) 130. Do you like subway? It’s okay. (same) 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Probably just hope that it goes away. I don’t like change. (still same, except I’d probably tell JP about it) 132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? I answered this earlier, and it’s still Patrick. (Still JP) 133. Favourite lyrics right now? The song Blackbird by the Beatles in its entirety. (WAP, in its entirety) 134. Can you count to one million? Yes. ( probably? yes. will i? no.) 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? There is no telling. (that one time i faked my death when I was like, 14.) 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed. (cracked open) 137. How tall are you? 5′4. (still 5′4) 138. Curly or Straight hair? I have curly hair. (same) 139. Brunette or Blonde? I have blonde hair. (same) 140. Summer or Winter? Winter. (same) 141. Night or Day? Night. (same) 142. Favourite month? December. (same) 143. Are you a vegetarian? No, but I have been in the past. (no) 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk. (sameO 145. Tea or Coffee? COFFEE (BOTH) 146. Was today a good day? Yes. (it was alright I reckon) 147. Mars or Snickers? Neither. (same) 148. What’s your favourite quote? “fire cannot kill a dragon.” (anything uncle iron says ever) 149. Do you believe in ghosts? Hell yeah. (ye) 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “He was so snug in there that he was able to pretend that he was safe at home, having survived the war, and that he was telling his parents and sister a true war story–whereas the true war story was still going on.” From Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut. ( “‘They plant when they’re hot. It doesn’t mean they’re angry or hungry.’ I hesitated, watching her. ‘You’ve never seen one before, have you?’” From “Parable of the Sower” by Octavia E. Butler)

#that was long #but fun #fill it out if you want to

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andorerso · 4 years

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tag games

There are a few tag games I’d been tagged in over the last couple of days so I thought I’d just compile it all into one big post. Thanks to everyone who tagged me! :)

Ten Songs I’ve Been Listening to Lately tagged by @firefeufuego2

1. Wrecking Ball - Miley Cyrus: yes, this is an old one, and I’m not a huge Miley Cyrus fan but I really love this song and I recently got obsessed with it again.

2. Someone to Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic: absolutely obsessed with this one! It’s so soft and pleasant to listen to. I actually discovered this song a few years ago and while I liked it, I never really appreciated it at the time. Then I heard it again somewhere recently and fell in love with it completely.

3. Hurricane - Fleurie: this is another one that I never truly appreciated then accidentally heard again and fell in love. I see a pattern here.

4. Us - James Bay: I really love a lot of his songs but this one is my current favorite. I can’t explain it, it just makes me feel really happy when I listen to it.

5. On Fire - Switchfoot: another oldie. I was in love with this song like more than ten years ago, and I still go back to it from time to time.

6. Toss a Coin to Your Witcher: yes, I’m still obsessed with this one. It’s so catchy, impossible not to sing along.

7. Don’t Cry For Me Argentina - Madonna: this one is one of my favorite songs ever, it gives you such a cathartic feeling. Plus it’s one of the inspirations for the novel I’m working on so I listen to it a lot.

8. Apám sírjánál - ByeAlex: this one is a Hungarian song and I don’t listen to a lot of them but I really love this one. The lyrics is about losing your father (the title means “at my father’s grave”) and while thankfully I haven’t experienced that, I did lose my grandfather and it always makes me think of him. It’s really heart-clenching.

9. The Archer - Taylor Swift: possibly my favorite Taylor Swift song ever! I really love the soft melody and the lyrics too. Also, inspiration for an OC.

10. Let You Go - Katie Herzig: I don’t know what to say about this tbh, I just like it and it’s catchy.

The Nosy One tagged by @the-remote-part

Top 3 ships: Well, Rebelcaptain is still number one, it seems like I just can’t let go of them. Other than that, I have a lot of favorites but none I’m particularly obsessed with at the moment. But to name two more: I just finished watching The Boys and I was absolutely in love with the relationship between Frenchie and Kimiko. So pure, so soft. I mean he calls her mon coeur! Loved them. And thirdly, Catra and Adora from She-Ra because they’re always among my top favorites and I really hope this upcoming last season will make them canon.

Last Song: Robbers - The 1975

Last Movie: It was actually TRoS back in December. I don’t watch movies often because I’m not a huge movie person, I prefer TV shows. I do plan to watch Little Women soon though.

Currently Reading: Nothing except fics. I have a bad habit that I only read at school or on the train and since I’ve been home since January, I couldn’t really make myself read anything (which is a shame because I have so many interesting books on my TBR.)

What food are you craving right now: Honestly nothing, I just had coffee. It’s dinner time soon so I could stand to eat something but I don’t particularly crave anything tbh.

Last Line Meme tagged by @leaiorganas

If Cassian hated her, what was the point of staying?

Yes, this is for corellian rum. I'm currently writing it, I’m just taking a break to post this.

5 Things You Like About Yourself tagged by @cats-and-metersticks

1. Can I say physical stuff? I’m trying to come up with things I haven’t said before in this tag and I really love my eyes. It’s my favorite physical feature on myself.

2. I’m good with creating OCs and giving them a life and personality.

3. I don’t usually panic or stress over things I know I have no control over.

4. I like to think I can make pretty aesthetic moodboards.

5. I’m good at observing/reading people. Although I usually pretend not to be but I notice stuff.

This or That: Fic Edition tagged by @agentmmayy

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

20 Questions tagged by @agentmmayy

1. NAME: Niki 2. NICKNAMES: Sissi aka how y’all know me here 3. ZODIAC SIGN: Sagittarius 4. HEIGHT: 169 cm 5. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Hungarian, English, French, some Spanish, a little Turkish and a little Serbian 6. NATIONALITY: Hungarian 7. FAVORITE SEASON: Fall 8. FAVORITE FLOWER: Lilacs 9. FAVORITE SCENT: I couldn’t say, I don’t think I have one 10. FAVORITE COLOR: Purple, red 11. FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cats 12. FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(s): Cassian Andor, Hürrem Sultan (at least the fictionalized version of her in Magnificent Century), Yennefer of Vengerberg, Wynonna Earp 13. COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: I love all but coffee - hot chocolate - tea in that order 14. AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: 8-9 hours normally, though right now it might be more 15. DOG OR CAT PERSON: Cats! I think dogs are cute but absolutely cats. I can’t imagine I’d ever get a dog. 16. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: One. Whether it’s winter or summer, I don’t care, it’s always one. 17. DREAM TRIP: Turkey, particularly Istanbul 18. BLOG ESTABLISHED: This one in January, 2018. But I’ve been on tumblr since 2012. 19. FOLLOWERS: 422 20. RANDOM FACT: I can’t stand raisins

Spell Out Your URL Using Song Titles tagged by @agentmmayy

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol Agape - Bear’s Den Pyro - Kings of Leon Talia - King Princess Another Love - Tom Odell I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young National Anthem - Lana Del Rey Arsonist’s Lullaby - Hozier Never Let Me Go - Florence & the Machine Dust to Dust - The Civil Wars Oceans - Seafret Ride - Lana Del Rey Saturn - Sleeping at Last

#tag games

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paeoniaes · 4 years

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Tagged by @sheepishlyshippingsheep! Thanks for the tag!! c:

Rules: You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping!

1. Dare by Gorillaz

2. SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK by Joji

3. Feel Good Inc by Gorillaz

4. Duality by Slipknot

5. Say so by Doja Cat

6. Another Lover by Little Dragon

7. Simmer by Hayley Willams

8. You don’t have to Dance With Me by Monarchy

9. Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace

10. Fantasy by VIXX

11. Save Me by Avenged Sevenfold

12. Dark Water by Amy Lee feat. Malika Zarra

13. From Eden by Hozier

14. Bad Boy by Red Velvet

15. Pray to God by Calvin Harris feat HAIM

16. Billie Jean by Michael Jackson

17. Raised by Wolves by Geoffroy

18. Dead Memories by Slipknot

19. Come Into My Head by Kimbra

20. Fantasy by Alina Baraz

tagging just a few lol: @thegreatxingmibeyond @nightmare1514

#tagged #thank you for the tag miyo!!#long text #text post

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starlightinhumanform · 5 years

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The Art of Love: Chapter 5

Fandom: She Ra (2018)

Ship: Glimadora

Summary: Glimmer continues to learn about Adora— and the way she feels about Adora.

Warnings (for this chapter): Mild Language (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: High School AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rivals/Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Fluff

A/N: This part is pure indulgent fluff (Brought to you by Hozier) but I had so much fun writing it and I hope you guys like it too! Please tell me what you think! All likes and reblogs go straight to my cold, dead soul. Love you all 🖤✨

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3 protons later, when Adora’s face had returned to it’s usual colour and was no longer wet with tears, Glimmer was still no less mystified about what was going on or what her situation with Adora was; were they friends, were they acquaintances- what even are acquaintances??- had she actually hugged Adora? Why would she do that? Well she knew why, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to admit it. One of her brain cells had resumed its habit of calling her a loser. Once again, she felt that it was making a fair point.

Adora seemed oblivious as she continued to work away on the clay Glimmer had assigned her to, her back bent and stray pieces of hair creating a divide once more between her and the rest of the world, between her and Glimmer.

The silence had become awkward again, at least on Glimmer’s side. The oxygen in the room felt stuffy and hard to breathe like the air in a closed car in the summer that heats up and makes the whole car into a moving oven; it felt as if it were being thickened by the tension Glimmer felt. She could readily assume though that she was the only one feeling this awkwardness and, if it were real, she was probably the one creating it.

If only she could think of something to say, something to do, something to break up the space between them, something to place how causal she was supposed to act now, something-

“Hey, what are you painting?” Adora asked. Bright, friendly, opening up the room for conversation, casual but nothing too personal or anything that would just make matters more awkward. Damn how did she get so good at this whole ‘talking’ thing? Is there a class I should take?

Glimmer topped the rambling in her mind for a moment to answer, “I’m trying to make them look like a chunk of Bismuth.”

Glimmer held up one the finished pieces that was nearly dry at this point and hoped Adora wouldn’t make a big deal of it the way she had about all of her other art. Of course, things could never go the way Glimmer wanted them to and Adora’s jaw was dropping before she had the time to finish the thought.

“Glimmer!!”

“...yes?”

“That’s so cool- oh my god- how do you even? Holy shit!!”

Glimmer could feel her face going red; it was like she hated any type criticism but didn’t know how to handle compliments. She knew it was illogical but it didn’t stop her from doing it which is why her brain chose this moment to remind her what a loser she was. Yeah, yeah I know. Now shut up and help me talk to the pretty girl.

Did she just call Adora pretty? On the one hand that could be a very, very bad sign pointing to something that Glimmer was attempting to refuse as even a possibility but on the other hand, it was just the truthful reality. Glimmer had always known that Adora was pretty, far prettier than she ever considered herself- that’s for sure.

Glimmer shook herself out of self contemplation/pity party to see Adora leaning towards her and asking if she could see one closer. Nodding, Glimmer placing the one in her hand into Adora’s cupped and waiting palm. She gave a habitual warning of watching out for wet paint but wasn’t focusing on her own words. Instead, she was thinking about how this was the first time they had touched since the hug. That shouldn’t have mattered as much as it did.

Adora held the little round of clay between two fingers as if it were a fragile, ancient artifact. She looked at it with the same child-like awe that she had directed at the chopsticks earlier. Glimmer was slightly insulted by the fact that her work seemed to hold the same amount of amazing qualities as some mass produced wooden sticks. Mostly though, she was just watching the look of wonder that filled Adora’s face, the girl’s mouth slightly agape and her eyes absolutely locked on the small ball that she wouldn’t stop turning from side to side to see the light reflect off of it. Glimmer scolded herself for it, but couldn’t stop soaking in the admiration in Adora’s expression. Why should she care so much about what Adora’s opinion of her skills? She shouldn’t and that was the final word on that. Yeah but she’s popular and if she respects me, then maybe other people will too. Ha! So she could justify it!

...And of course she hated how happy that made her.

Adora cleared her throat, apparently realizing how childish she looked; Glimmer tried not to look or feel so disappointed as she actually was, “How did you do that?”

“Hmm?” Glimmer raised her eyebrows hoping to express how little she understood what Adora was talking about.

“I mean the way it shines; it really looks like metal. It’s just,” she huffed like she was giving up on something, “amazing. I know I keep saying that, but it really is true!”

“Oh, uh, it’s just the paint,” Glimmer held up the bottle and waved it in the air, “Metallic paint: really handy when you want to paint something that looks like, um, metal.”

Adora smiled at that, making Glimmer glad that at least her stupidity wasn’t going to waste.

She handed back the ball of clay with slight reverence that made Glimmer squirm for reasons she couldn’t quite place.

Glimmer placed it back down among its completed siblings and Adora scooted back to her place of work. Well I guess this conversation is over.

It was several more minutes before Glimmer got up the courage to say something else. The silence seemed to roar in her ears at times like that, when she felt like she should say something but just didn’t know how. That was part of the reason she asked the question she did, “Hey do you mind if I turn on some music?”

Adora whipped head around to face Glimmer (and maybe to fling her messy bun- which was getting messier by the minute- out of her face), “Yeah, sure!”

Glimmer connected her phone back into her speaker- to where it had been before all of this had started with Adora’s text. Her hands were shaky again as she scrolled through her music to the H’s. What did she expect to get out of this? Adora’s approval, her friendship that she didn’t even know was real or if it would last? A part of her mind whispered You just want to hear her sing again.

And thus Hozier began ringing out in her room again. This time in a man’s voice, followed by music, and layered to create harmonies. It was heart wrenching because of the authenticity; that’s why Glimmer liked it. And somehow, despite the genuine emotion that filled the music, it didn’t seem as real as Adora had managed to be when she was alone in Glimmer’s room, singing merely because she felt the need or want to.

“My lover’s got humor

She’s the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody’s disapproval-”

Adora flung herself backwards with dramatic happiness, “Oh my god, I LOVE Hozier!”

“Yeah, I know,” Glimmer blurted our without thinking.

She winced at the confused glance she got in response, “I saw, er, heard you singing earlier.”

“Oh.”

The room was silent except for the music still pouring out of Glimmer’s speaker, neither knowing what to do.

“You’re really good,” Glimmer decided to speak from the heart; it was true after all. She recalled the hypnotizing quality of Adora’s voice, the jealousy she had felt. Part of that jealousy had simple roots: her mother was an amazing singer whose voice rang throughout the apartment equally sweet and heartbroken in a way that could bring the most calloused hearts to tears. It was no exaggeration to say that Glimmer, on the other hand, sounded like a pig with a sore throat. Ok maybe that was a little bit of an exaggeration, but the difference in talent of undeniable; Glimmer had always felt that she had probably disappointed her mom. And there was Adora going above and beyond Glimmer’s level in yet another area. It made perfect sense for her to be jealous. But there was that little voice in her head that reminded her of that pull she had felt, that want for the words to be describing her, jealous of whoever they were describing. Chalk it up to Adora’s great signing.

Adora gave a somewhat wary smile, “Thanks.”

Glimmer squinted, “You don’t believe me, do you? I mean it, you’re great.”

Wow, that took a lot to force out; Glimmer was one of the last to compliment someone on something they were better at than her. It wasn’t that she conceited or anything; after all, she was the first to compare herself as lesser to others- internally, that is. She just feared that admitting other’s advantage over her would lead to other’s finding out just how bad she was. Just another thing Glimmer knew to be illogical, but wouldn’t stop. Hmm, maybe I should talk to a counselor.

Adora’s smile was still shy but far more genuine, “Really?”

Glimmer threw a spare bit of clay lying next to her leg out the other girl, “Yes, dork. Now come on, the songs almost over and we haven’t gotten anything done.”

Adora turned back to her work with a grin on her lips. It was cute, not overplayed and blindingly enthusiastic like Adora’s smiles often struck Glimmer. And, huh, Glimmer had made this one.

They worked quietly for a few minutes- for a whole song, in fact. The silence was far more comfortable now that the air between them wasn’t a wasteland of uncertainty, instead filled with not only sound, but common interest.

It was at the break between two songs that Adora decided to speak once more, “Do you sing?”

“Oh,” Hahaha. Glimmer sure did love how god liked to toy with her emotions and make her squirm. If she ever met whatever stupid being controlled her world, she might punch it, “Uh, no, I don’t really sing.”

“Oh, ok,” Adora seemed somewhat disappointed. Way to go, Glimmer, make everything awkward again.

Glimmer spent the next few minutes on her favorite hobby: worrying. She wondered if maybe she should have said something different, should have lied and said that she could. But what if Adora asked her about it sometime and she was forced to break it to her that she couldn’t sing to save her life? That of course brought up the idea that this relationship, this friendship, this whatever it was, was never going to last. Glimmer considered saying something now to fix the tension she had created but then balanced that with the fact she would probably just make things worse. Talking to people is way too much work and it hardly ever results in anything good.

That’s when Adora started singing again.

Quiet and sweet at first, like she was trying to gain the confidence to get louder or was trying to measure Glimmer’s reaction. It was like liquid sugar weaving through the air and although outside Glimmer showed no response- she hardly batted an eye- inside, her heart was fluttering. God, why isn’t this girl on America’s Got Talent or something like that?

Then the chorus started and Adora’s voice grew into a river, flowing through the room with the joy and strength of someone immersed in love. It was powerful and beautiful and made Glimmer feel like she was sitting next to some ancient deity. She had heard jokes on the internet about Hozier being some sort of immortal or Celtic god but she didn’t understand it until Adora was singing his words. Of course, as a matter of principle, Glimmer refused to acknowledge it in any way.

That is until Adora placed her clay down in front of her, her voice halting as she stood and stayed there unmoving for a few seconds. Glimmer glanced upward to see Adora jerking her head in her direction like Come on, get up!

Glimmer set her brush on her palette and shifted to stand slowly and with hesitation, frozen somewhere between incredulity and fear, “What are you doing?”

Adora took her hand, pulling her the rest of the way up, “We’ve been sitting too long, come on- dance with me!”

Glimmer choked, “Sorry, what?”

Adora had started singing again but paused long enough to answer Glimmer, “Dance with me!”

She grabbed Glimmer’s hands and began twisting herself gently back and forth to the beat of the music, Glimmer’s arms being moved along with Adora’s body. Glimmer prayed Adora couldn’t feel how sweaty how her palms were in the grasp.

She managed a giggle, all incredulous feelings replaced by pure uncertain fear, and tried to speak above Adora’s voice, “I can’t dance!”

Adora laughed and began moving her head goofily from side to side along with her body, “Well that’s good ‘cause neither can I!”

Glimmer let Adora lead her away from the art materials into the clear(er) part of the room and didn’t understand why until Adora began shuffling her feet from side to side, taking Glimmer along with her in a swaying, twisting sort of half-dance.

The chorus had started up again and Adora had her head thrown back, letting the words ring out of her mouth. The overhead light was reflecting off the posters on Glimmer’s walls, tinging Adora’s face with violets and hot pinks. She looked, she looked like, well, she looked like an idiot.

Glimmer laughed and it was real, carrying through her room as loud as Adora’s voice.

Adora looked up, grinning widely. She made eye contact with Glimmer, keeping her head up as she switched to dramatically mouthing the words. She still sang them but now looked comically like she was some rock star from the 80’s:

“I fall in love just a little, ol’ little bit

Everyday with someone new.”

Adora wouldn’t break the gaze she held with Glimmer, the blue of her eyes sparkling. It made Glimmer’s stomach flip strangely; she didn’t know what was happening, she didn’t know where they were going as they swayed through her room- content to be lead by Adora’s voice. Or maybe it was Adora’s smile she was following. She didn’t know; she didn’t care.

Her head was light and she couldn’t exactly feel her legs. She wondered vaguely if this what it was like to be high and if this floating-without-legs feeling was the reason they called it ’high.’ She momentarily stumbled across the idea that maybe she was high but abandoned it quickly to memorize the way Adora’s nose crinkled occasionally as she sang. It wasn’t like this was ever going to happen again so she might as well enjoy it, remember how it felt. Of course Bow and her messed around like this but... Bow just didn’t have eyes that sparkled like sunlight on the ocean, didn’t have a voice that rolled over you like molten gold, didn’t stop suddenly and ask you to dance and make you laugh with stupid footwork, didn’t make you feel like you could fly right out of your body.

Adora let go of one of Glimmer’s hands to twirl her around in an imperfect circle which mostly imperfect due to the fact that Glimmer had tripped half way through. She competed the turn unsteadily, giggling as she fell lightly on Adora who caught the hand she had dropped with just enough strength to keep Glimmer from toppling them both to the ground. Glimmer still dipped forward, stopping quite close to Adora’s face; close enough to notice the specks of light grey and darker blues that floated in her eyes. Glimmer was starting to get very interested in those eyes. God damnit.

When the song ended, Adora lead her back to where they had been sitting before by keeping one keeping one of Glimmer’s hands wrapped loosely in her soft fingers; Glimmer was grateful for the guidance as her feet and legs were still miles away from her head.

“See, told you that would be fun,” Adora smiled at Glimmer after they had sat down.

“You didn’t say that; you said ‘Come on get up’ and then you dragged me with you.”

Adora leaned towards her with a sing-songy tone on her voice, “Yeah, but it was fun, wasn’t it?”

Glimmer gave a grudging smile back, “Yeah, sure. Whatever if it’ll make you shut up.”

Adora grinned before turning back to her work. They worked for the rest of the album more or less in silence, only occasionally checking the other’s progress or asking how their work looked. Adora’s answers were always somewhere along the lines of “amazing” or “great” and it made Glimmer feel slightly guilty for her far more critical answers. Then again, Glimmer was not known as someone to soften the truth; maybe that’s she wasn’t popular- let alone, highly so. During that time period Adora refrained from singing anymore, only humming here and there but never actually letting her voice ring out the way it had. In some ways Glimmer was glad; she couldn’t afford that type of distraction.

The final song ended and Glimmer abandoned her paints for a second to scroll through her phone, “Ok what do you want to listen to next? I’ve got Twenty One Pilots, David Bowie, Black Pink, Mozart, basically anything; what sounds good?

“Oh, uh, whatever you want.” Adora hummed without interest.

Glimmer was hurt as she had hoped her wide selection would impress Adora or at least reveal another shared interest. That was until she dared a glance at Adora whose hunched shoulders had shifted from “I’m concentrated and working hard” to “Oh my god, when did my head get so heavy?” and whose hands were moving much slower now, rolling repetitively without doing much.

“Hey are you ok?” It was only around ten; she couldn’t be tired, could she?

“Oh yeah I’m just sleepy,” Her eyes weren’t quite half-closed yet but they had certainly lost almost all of their customary shine. She tried for a smile but it seemed to take quite some effort, “I guess I’m just not a night person. Also I’ve been up since five.”

Glimmer scowled; they still had a lot work to do and she hadn’t even considered sleep as she was the type of teenage goblin who just didn’t sleep. (Well maybe she did but it didn’t qualify as much more than passing for a couple hours with the light on before waking up and continuing life as she had been before she was rudely interrupted by exhaustion).

“It’s ok, though,” she yawned, “I can keep working.”

Glimmer doubted that but the time creeping forward was starting to make her anxious and she was hoping to be finished before passing out. On the other hand, forcing Adora to keep working in this hardly-awake state was unlikely to speed up the process. And it might make her hate you.

She chewed the bottom of her lip, trying to weigh the options Get this stupid project over with/Make Adora hate you. Hmmm, “How many do have left to make?”

It took Adora a few times to count the number, further pushing Glimmer’s decision, “24.”

Her voice was bright but Glimmer could see right through the fact that it was an attempt to seem more awake. Ha. Not only did Glimmer use this tactic herself everyday, she had spent the majority of her interactions with Adora trying to discern when Adora was being genuine and when she was wearing a mask so she knew the girl was faking, “Go ahead and sleep- you’ve made enough extras that I can work on painting them for a while before needing more.”

Adora’s lips twitched into a frown, “Are you sure?”

“I’ll wake up when I need you,” Maybe that’ll appease her inner workaholic. Glimmer thought about what Adora had said about wanting to prove her what: worth? use? validity? to her adoptive parents. It made her wonder how hard Adora pushed herself, “Go to sleep.”

“You promise you'll wake me up?”

“Yes, now sleep; you look you’re about to fall over,” Shit I sound like my mom. She hoped her voice held that same gentle but stern tone that seemed to work on nearly everybody that her mom used as well. If I’m gonna sound like my mom, it better work as well as it does for her.

Apparently she hadn’t gotten it down yet as Adora still looked unconvinced. Glimmer gave her a soft push and Adora gave in, flopping to the floor.

“M’kay, talk to ya in a few hours.”

“Uh, you don’t need to sleep there,” Glimmer hadn’t expected Adora to actually fall over with the push and she certainly hadn’t expected her to curl up and close her eyes right there on the carpet, “My bed’s right there if you wanna use it.”

Adora gave a small shrug, “Here’s ok.”

“Do you at least want a pillow?? A blanket, something-“

“Glimmer,” She waited for Glimmer to look over, “This is fine and I’m about to pass out so just let me sleep.”

“Ok...” Glimmer still felt like she should do something else but, sure enough, Adora was asleep within a few minutes.

The girl slept as perfectly as she lived- or at least looked like she lived- breathing in soft puffs, her hair falling over her cheeks in wisps. Her face was relaxed and free of the tension of life pressing down on her; without it, years seemed to be swept away.

Glimmer snorted to herself- years swept away; as if the two of us aren’t 16. But there was a quality of truth to it; without the tension of an over-strung smile or creases caused by concentration, she looked- well maybe “younger” wasn’t the right word, maybe “fitting” was better, finally looking like a 16 year old. Glimmer had never noticed how old she looked, how all her maturity and perfection came from the lines in her expression. But here Adora was just a girl; just a tired, overworking girl whose breathing matched Glimmer’s heartbeat.

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