are we out of the woods?

cordelia stokes. dancing is everything Oh, twenty-four years old Oh, how were you to know, and My, my love had been frozen Deep blue, but you painted me golden

[writtenbymatthew]

@mmmbay: asking @ailedroc for help with the dance dare was a mistake. #orwasit?

[missings]

[nessa007]

A Look™

[dancingwithcordelia]

violet-fowler:

“That’s really kind of you, but gosh I could totally get it myself.” she replies, sending the blonde a soft grin. “One can only hope that’s how they turn out… hopefully i’ll be a good enough mother.” she mutters softly, while nibbling on her bottom lip. 

“Okay, but like, honestly, you can think of me as like your handmaiden or whatever the fuck they are,” she chuckled knowing she was not confident in her reference. “Everyone knows how great you are and your child will know too, maybe even be as great as you when they’re your age, okay? Don’t doubt yourself.”

[dancingwithcordelia]

writtenbymatthew:

To Matt, who had just imagined the worst kind of college payments to take place, her answer was a little disappointing. Which resulted in his tone dripping in sarcasm. “My my, how naughty of you. Don’t think I could handle a true chatterbox like yourself so I guess we’ll just have to stick to plain old water today, then.” Teasingly he stuck out his tongue. Afterwards, it slipped back in his mouth except for the tip that stayed caught between his teeth while he focused on navigating his way in reverse from the parking lot. Once the car successfully landed on the road, he threw a big smile her way. “I do, don’t I?” He patted her leg with his free hand. It lingered there for a while before using it to singlehandedly fasten his seatbelt in the middle of the road. The ride wouldn’t be long, just outside of town would work. He had considered driving all the way back home, but he wasn’t ready for that and Cordelia had no business there anyway. He’d barely told her about his past, it was a topic well-ignored because Matthew had enough other stories to share and not raise any suspicion. But he’d grown to respect her more as a woman and trust her as a friend thus she deserved a corner of the veil to be lifted. “Yeah, I’m taking you to the battlefield. And it’ll get messy so I hope you didn’t bring your best clothes.” He raised an eyebrow at her, quickly adding, “Not that you don’t look great. Great clothes, I mean.” He chuckled lightly as he stumbled over his words. The idea of the blonde showing off her cute little behind was just a little distracting, to say the least. “Hey! That’s the best tomato sauce I could find for a cheap price, okay?” Though he tried to sound offended, he couldn’t disagree with her either. Come to think of it, he never really could. 

Cordelia thought about her time in Amsterdam where she found herself and new things she enjoyed but she loved keeping Matthew on the edge of his seat, loved him wanting to know more about her almost like a cat and mouse game as it played both ways when prying information from one another. “Sadly, maybe another time,” she teased knowing that maybe she would tell him sooner rather than later if he remembered it. She waited for him to back out before her next words slip from her tongue and his reply was expected but she didn’t expect the lingering hand before he moved it, of course, she was aware of their neverending chemistry and flirty gestures but still, he always caught her off guard. “That’s the only thing I can’t lie about,” the blonde admitted. She was always curious about certain things about Matt, like why he avoided talking about his parents like his life depended on it, or why they never talked about home life but she never pushed, she didn’t want to fight about anything, she enjoyed the laidback nature of what their friendship came with besides when it was like certain things tick them in an unusual way when it came to family dealing with Highness, when it came to actually mention that they were a family, it almost like a sour tone most of the time from both sides. Which she understood her side but she wanted to know his. “Thanks, luckily for me, my best clothes are not white,” since green, blue or black was more her colour. Cordelia raised her brow at him, “why do you have tomato sauce? You know what, don’t answer that, I feel like I don’t want to know,” she replied.

[dancingwithcordelia]

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Cordelia spent the last week celebrating her 24th birthday and even did an instagram live on the 27th of July. Her birthday week was one for the record books in her opinion, even going home to see her parents.

[intellectandliquor]

loves me like i’m brand new 

[dancingwithcordelia]

angel-pierce:

haloangel: that sounds like a lot fun, going anywhere exciting..or just winging it? haloangel: i am yeah, gotta get in some much needed family time since its been a while cause of school and all.

deliadances: winging it, wanna go somewhere new deliadances: that makes sense, i hope you have a great break

[boniver]

DRESS — Glendale, AZ May 8, 2018 (video via @honeyswift-13)

[dancingwithcordelia]

angel-pierce:

haloangel: grazie! haloangel: have any fun plans to look forward to?

deliadances: gonna chill in london deliadances: then go home for a bit deliadances: and finally spend the rest of the break somewhere new deliadances: are you gonna be home the entire break?

[dancingwithcordelia]

violet-fowler:

“Oh, please… no! It’s fine.” she replies shaking her head, smiling warmly at the kind offering. “I know right? Before I know it, this little peanut will be out of my stomach and would be in my arms.” she grins brightly while rubbing her still flat stomach.

“Okay, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?” She told Violet as she wanted to make sure the other was comfortable. “Yeah and I bet they’re gonna be the cutest little thing ever and grow up to be a great person,” Cordelia commented with a wide smile.

[dancingwithcordelia]

writtenbymatthew:

Matt’s eyebrows raised in surprise, unable to tell but most certainly intrigued whether the blonde was joking or not. If Cordelia had a dark side to her, he had to shine a light on it. “That awfully sounds like a yes… Spill the beans, woman, what crazy college shit have you gotten yourself into already?” He laughed, her suggestion of paying her not really helping. “I feel like that would be called alimony and we’re still a happy family so no. You have to stick by me for free.” A shrug of his shoulders and a quick, playful glance her way, were anything but apologetic. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel before the engine roared to life. “Alright, you got me, this isn’t a fangirl reunion. And this outfit isn’t meant to impress you either. It’s our war gear.” The idea that she had no idea what he was talking about, amuse him a little but sooner or later she would smell the litres of tomato sauce in his trunk and to be quite honest, he was rather excited to explain what was going on to her. When he’d opened his mum’s gift, Matthew had a hard time imagining who else to share this tradition with. Even though he’d skipped it the last few years, it still meant a lot to him. And then he realized, there was no one better than family (albeit a weird little fantasy one he sought out himself). “Here, you can have mine. The others are in the trunk so you’ll have to climb to the back if you’re still thirsty.”

She couldn’t blame his curiosity on what she has done in the past, after all, she never talked about anything but Highness, their relationship and their majors, they never really talked much about who they were before knowing one another which probably was a flaw in their friendship if anything. “Let’s go with, drunken rambles, how about that?” She smirked before chuckling “Damn, you got me, and sadly enough, you make me happy as a peach,” she teased him even though he did tend to make her happier than most and that why she loved their friendship so much, she was able to be herself and they joked and had fun, it wasn’t high-maintenance like an actual relationship would have been. Hearing his next word made her shift in the seat, confused also. “War gear? I think you picked the wrong colour for war gear, babe,” Cordelia replied as her curiosity peaked. Of course, Matt wasn’t exactly the most obvious person, he had a lot of moments that made her confuse and intrigued and this was added to the list, he was a puzzle and she loved solving it piece by piece. “You would love to see me fight your car, wouldn’t you?” She spoke playfully as she took the bottle from him, sipping the water. “Anyways, can you please tell me that terrible smell because I know it’s not you.”

[dancingwithcordelia]

angel-pierce:

haloangel: had the best welcoming back committee after a long tiring flight. haloangel: so glad to finally on break!

deliadances: cutest thing ever deliadances: honestly, same

[dancingwithcordelia]

violet-fowler:

Seeing that the girl took in her hint caused her to let out a soft giggle before nodding her head. “I am pregnant, yes.. which would be bad for me to consume anything that isn’t water or juice.” she states, grinning slightly. “Thank you, little peanut here will be 4 weeks tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to get you water or juice because I can?” She offered, even though she never had to deal with a pregnancy, she was very considerate of any kind of mother. “Four weeks? Wow, that’s a short but long time.”

[dancingwithcordelia]

vincentdraws:

“Are you saying that you don’t seek a great amount of attention at events?” he teases the girl, while rising an eyebrow. “Well, you have to be prepared.” Hearing what she said caused him to roll his eyes in a teasing way, “Hit me up with those connections as well.” 

“Well, I do, not on purpose but it’s easy to,” she chuckled trying to cover her ass. “Something I never am,” Cordelia sighed knowing she should know better but she never do it, handing him back the flask. “It’s called getting guys to give you drinks because you’re hot.”

[dancingwithcordelia]

writtenbymatthew:

“The only thing I have to ask about that is: did you actually fulfill those too? No wait, I would like to ask a second thing: you know I’m not gonna pay you to do this, right?” Matthew joked, knowing the weird part about his request was yet to come but you could always persuade a woman better once she had already gone through the trouble of dressing up. And would be standing in the middle of an open field with not really having anywhere else to go, of course. “Don’t worry, I’ll catch you up in the car.” He joked along, though he knew they actually unfortunately would be on his playlist somewhere. “My, my, someone’s missed seeing me around.” He acted all flattered by her compliment before slamming the door shut and getting in on his side. “Oh man, it’s hotter in here than I thought.” Black cars in summer were the worst, he thought as the dry heat welcomed him and made him unbutton the top of his shirt. Looking over his shoulder, he fished a water bottle from the backseat and drank about half of it before remembering his company. “You thirsty?”

“Depends on who you ask. Sadly, I could use the cash, you should pay me for hanging out with you for now on, this is a charity,” she joked back, not being able to help herself. Her curiosity was trying to get the better of her but she let herself not dwell too much, knowing Matthew only gave what he wanted and nothing more. “Oh, good! Would be a terrible reunion if you didn’t,” she bit her bottom laugh to stop herself from laughing. “Maybe it’s the outfit, it’s blinding, love,” she told him before she watched him get in, thanking him. She was fanning herself a bit as she didn’t expect for his car to be so hot. She looked over at him, her eyebrow rose as he undid the top of his shirt, mostly because she didn’t expect for him to do so not because it was weird since she understood. She watched him, a smirk on her face as she saw him grab the bottle and started drinking it, waiting for him to acknowledge her existence again. “Yeah, very,” she told him.

[dancingwithcordelia]

writtenbymatthew:

closed starter ↳ @dancingwithcordelia

“I’m happy to see you showed up in all white, as I asked you to.” It must’ve been an utmost peculiar request from a guy who never cares about clothes and literally always just wears whatever’s on top in his closet. But here he stood, dressed in all white himself and greeting Cordelia with a big smile as she had complied with the request nonetheless. “Welcome to the Backstreet Boy fan club reunion!” Matthew joked, opening up the passenger door of his car for the blonde. “You know, I’m not shy of saying your appearance is blinding. But this time you can take that literally.”

“Yeah, I got weirder requests from weirder people,” she teased him even though it was true but she didn’t exactly want to disclose her embarrassing stories at that moment. She couldn’t help but let her eyes trail up and down his body, her brow rose and a lick of her lips. “Is that so? Well, I don’t know many songs by them so this going to be a bad reunion,” she joked back but her curiosity was getting to her. She stood next to him, chuckling, “I can say the same about you, Matty,” she teased him before getting in his car.