Enrique enjoyed the festival. All he really had to do after kicking it off was visit as many booths as possible and make sure to pose with the kids. He smiled at the familiar face coming towards him. “Want a picture with Superman?” he joked.
*ﾟ+.*.｡ — WINONA HAD LOST her other half in the crowd minutes before, and now found herself wandering about, halfway searching for penn. the booths that lined the park’s pathway were quite distracting, and she wandered about herself, taking in the sights of the festival. her only current regret was not bringing along a pair of sneakers to switch out with the heels she wore—she was enough of a klutz on her own without the added clumsiness that came with wandering about a park in heels. she’d wanted to be as authentic to lois lane’s image as possible.
❝ apparently there’s more than one running around, i see. ❞ her attention had been drawn by the mayor’s words, and she laughed, wondering if penn had yet to run into his clone. ❝ should i be on the lookout for another lois lane ? ❞
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HAMILTON
wax seals. writing in ink. that moment when your stomach drops and you realize something horrible is about to happen. a single candle in the dark. heated arguments. ballroom dancing. stacks of paper overflowing a desk. fresh beginnings. the ticking of a clock. loud arguments. hand kisses. the barely-there trace of a word that’s been erased. passive aggressive texts. icy faces and wet cheeks. blood on the ground. forgiveness. quiet gasps into silence.
FALSETTOS
the tetris music. a pen scraping against paper. dayenu. the muffled sound of crying in your mother’s room. tense silence at the dinner table. a chess board left in the middle of a game. carefully placed decorative pillows. stimming. red hoodies. kisses in the back of a dark bar. baseball. a hand on your thigh. sweaters. prayer shawls. too much champagne. the beeping of hospital instruments. hickeys all over your body. boxes full of old polaroids. fresh flowers on a gravestone.
IN THE HEIGHTS
piragua. flags blowing in the wind. muffled latin music. champagne bottles popping loudly. fireworks. slushies being slurped through a straw. pigeons picking bread-crumps. candles in a blackout. the hottest day of the summer when the air seems to turn liquid. fire-escapes. taxis. dress-shirts and black ties. record scratches. graffiti. streetlights. winning lottery tickets. gossip at the salon. stacks of school books. the sound of a train going by. secrets kept away from the neighbors. coming home at the end of the day.
SPRING AWAKENING
wildflowers. white sundresses. first kisses. clammy hands holding each other. flower crowns. haylofts. tingly feelings all over. goethe. endless darkness. cold hands. silent screams. chalk against a chalkboard. all-nighters. wine yards. too-tight braids. bruises. innocence lost. graveyards. loveletters. adults that don’t get it. piano lessons. study dates. phantom touches. whispers that stop when you get close. rolled down knee socks. your dad’s gun.
LEGALLY BLONDE
tiny dogs. red bull. pink. hello kitty. getting cat called. corduroy. leather messenger bags. the sound of high heels against tiles. scented paper. unworn fancy dresses. smeared lipstick. walking up on stage during your graduation. the flow-feeling you get into when studying something you actually care about. the scent of department stores. the tense atmosphere in court rooms. finding unexpected sisterhood.
WAITRESS
the scent of freshly baked pies. flour on your hands. old diners from the 60s that still look the same. southern hospitality. those dreadful minutes after you take a test and have to wait for a result. feeling lonely at night while someone else is asleep right next to you. contorted guitar chords. old recipe books passed down through generations. knowing something is wrong but doing it anyway. nights spent curled up on the couch with true crime shows.
Heat was radiating off of her. With each pounding step she took, she could see the exterior of Turn The Page with a bit more clarity. She hadn’t checked if Winona would be there, but she didn’t c a r e. She wasn’t going to sit around all day with the thought of Winona and Penn in the back of her mind. Cheeks burning with anticipation, nimble fingers wrapped around the handle, swinging the door open with a reckless sweep.
“You,” Trin’s voice rang like daggers, hazel eyes narrowing in on the girl she had been expecting, “stay away from him.”
*ﾟ+.*.｡ — IF THERE WAS one thing winona had no time for, it was the burning, petty envy trinity presented her with whenever they encountered each other. yet winnie thought herself empathetic, and so she tried to understand and accept trinity’s feelings, even if they were rather tiresome to be on the receiving end of. clearly the girl’s jealousy spawned from a place of adoration for penn, but it certainly wasn’t her fault penn didn’t return the blonde’s feelings, whatever they were. as her slight coughing subsided, she cleared her throat, regarding the woman with soft blue eyes.
❝ trinity, don’t you think this is a little. . .silly ? showing up to my job, i mean. i understand you’re upset with me, but you could get in trouble with belle for harassing an employee. you could’ve always asked to speak to me outside of work. i’d be willing to talk to you about it then, if you’re truly worried about something. ❞ she wasn’t condescending with her words, however, in fact they were spoken out of what understanding she could muster up for the rude girl. it was more than a little unfair for trinity to come to her workplace in order to insult her, but winona was prone to functioning as a mediator, and naturally she’d take it upon herself to try and get trinity to see reason. an unlikely endeavor, but one taken regardless.
yet, above all else, there was one thing that really did bother her about what trinity was trying to do, and she wouldn’t let it go. ❝ besides, it isn’t very fair of you to try and control penn’s relationships. it’s his life, you know, and i don’t think he’d be very happy to hear that you’ve taken it upon yourself to make decisions for him. ❞
*ﾟ+.*.｡ — WINONA FELT AS though all of her time was being spent at work, and it was true, but what was she expected to do ? her coworker had needed a shift covered, and she certainly couldn’t have said no. as weary and work-worn as she felt, she cherished the little bookstore with all of her gentle heart, and couldn’t stand to let isabelle stress over trying to get the shift covered had she turned it down. so there winnie found herself, crouched on the ground, currently cleaning up the mess left behind by a display that’d been toppled over. she couldn’t find it within herself to be upset with the little boy that’d knocked it over, his mother had been so apologetic, and he’d simply been excited at the prospect of something new.
the tell tale jingle of a small bell signaled another customer had entered the cozy shop, and winnie looked up from her spot on the floor, smiling up at the new guest. it was rather unceremonious, yes, but she certainly couldn’t leave the novels in a heap on the floor. ❝ good morning !! welcome to turn the page, is there anything in particular you’ve come in for today ? ❞
The bell above the door to the book store let out a viciously loud clang as Penn rushed into the book store. He’d been on the search for a certain brunette and figured that she was probably working one of her shifts at turn the page. It didn’t take long for him to spot the petite girl who appeared to be shelving the latest shipment of books that had arrived at the shop. With a bright grin on his face, Penn rushed over to the girl without much hesitation. “ Winona, “ He called out in a sing-song voice. Smiling, he casually leaned up against one of the bookshelves as he looked down at her. He reached down then to pick up one of the books that she had been shelving and perused it briefly. “ Ugh.. I don’t know how people can read this. I mean.. there are just words. No pictures, “ His voice was a bit dramatic as he put the book back where he got it from. It was a rarity that Penn slowed down enough to read, but when he did he tended to prefer things like graphic novels or comic books. He was quick to drop his thoughts, however, as he looked at her again. “ Please tell me that you are out of this place soon, “ He said.
*ﾟ+.*.｡ — IT SEEMED AS though the last hour of her shifts always went by so dreadfully slow. even though winona adored where she worked, time just seemed to stretch on in a way that had the tendency to frustrate her. she could only tidy up the store so many times before there was nothing left to straighten up, unfortunately. luckily for her, however, she’d found a way to preoccupy her time: a new shipment had arrived, and that meant shelves needed to be stocked, displays needed to be remade, and new advertisements needed to be put up. it kept her hands busy, even if her mind wandered off somewhere far away from the shop.
the familiar tinkling of the shop’s bell tore her away from her daydreams with a start, eyes gone wide like a startled deer as she turned to look over her shoulder. winnie recognized penn’s teasing voice easily and instantly felt herself relax, and in return raised a hand to offer him a wave from where she stood, books cradled in her arms, lips tilting in a sweet smile. ❝ oh !! hello, penn !! ❞
there was no point in masking her excitement at seeing him. some may have thought him trouble, and sometimes he was prone to mischief, but he wasn’t a bad person. still, she couldn’t stop the quiet huff of laughter at his critique of the book he’d begun leafing through, finishing shelving what she held before responding. ❝ some people like books without pictures, you know. ❞ her tone was good-natured, of course, and she slid her phone from her pocket in order to check the time. ❝ five more minutes, that’s all !! how’s your day been so far ? please tell me it’s been more interesting than mine has. ❞
ELLA HAD BARELY formed a question in her mind when she noticed the slight choking sounds behind the girl’s greeting. ❝ oh ! thank you, ❞ she breathed out, her smile wavering to concern. ella stepped forward, trying to act like nothing was happening, but her face was an open book. the cup of boba caught her attention. the pearls. the choking. AH. now she understood. ❝ i’m not looking for anything in particular but – ❞ she stepped forward to the counter, lowering her voice so only the girl would hear, ❝ are you all right ? do you need – ? ❞ ella mimed, for lack of a better word, puking out something towards the floor. ❝ i have tissues, i have water –❞ she rummaged through her bag for them.
*ﾟ+.*.｡ — HER CONCERN WAS appreciated, and winona tried to communicate as much through a weak smile as her coughing subsided, hand coming to rest just under her collarbone. deep breath in, she told herself, pausing, and exhale. ❝ i’m okay, now, i think — thank you for asking !! maybe this is a sign that i should stop drinking so much boba. ❞ her laugh was a little strained, her throat still felt raw, but she would be okay.
❝ i’m winona, by the way, but you can call me winnie if you’d like !! ❞ she introduced herself as though she wasn’t required to wear a name tag, but wasn’t that part of her charm ?
they switch it up !! when winona is struggling with her episodes, she seeks out safety in the form of marley’s arms around her, head tucked carefully under the other’s chin while netflix plays in the background.
favorite non-sexual activity ?
pick just one favorite ?? impossible. obviously, they love to go on dates. big or small, fancy or casual, it doesn’t matter. winona sits and learns makeup from marley, or lets marley do her makeup, careful brushstrokes on rose tinted skin. winona recites poetry or stories she’s written to marley ( often for marley ) and asks her thoughts, her advice. the best counsel is given from those who hold your heart. they take…the best…photos for each other. thank u.
favorite sexual activity ?
this isn’t super nsfw bc i don’t just want to put that on the dash but if ya’ll really want Something pm me and i’ll give u the goods.
they bathe together in large circle tubs full of rose petals and fizzing, colorful bath bombs. bared shoulders are peppered with kisses, heads tilted and soft sighs echoing off the tile of the bathroom. they shop for lingerie together, and half the fun is helping the other slip into all that lace. the other half is taking it off.
first kiss ?
it happened at turn the page. they’d been going out on the occasional date && marley had stopped by with her usual latte and blinding, butterfly inducing smile. and before she’d left, winona had just. leaned across the counter and kissed her, wished her a good rest of the day, offered a promise of a text once she was off work and home safe… and then she’d froze, babbling, apologizing profusely.
favorite make-out spot ?
one time they went to a pride festival and made out in front of some homophobic protesters and ended up in a whole news article about the festival bc of it, so …
first time ?
remember when i said pm me for the nsfw goodies
does anyone catch them in the act ?
they try really, really hard to be careful about it. combined, however, they have too many nosy brothers that often forget to knock.
does anyone know about them ?
remember the whole ass news article ? yeah. also, they’re super big about it on social media. bc they love each other. so much. the whole mf world knows
do people approve of them ?
if they don’t, marley and winnie couldn’t care less.
who uses all the hot water ?
it depends on who wakes up first. usually, they both try to be considerate and save some hot water. sometimes, though, winona gets too caught up in her thoughts, trying to recall a dream, or ends up trying to develop an idea for a story.
most trivial thing they fight over ?
who forgot to take that One Specific Item Of Clothing out of the dryer so it didn’t shrink.
what they fight over most ?
they try to be as open an honest as they can with each other, to avoid arguments. but sometimes it can’t be helped. their most common argument however is usually over who ate the last of the ben & jerry’s the other was saving.
who does most of the cleaning ?
they split it fairly. however, sometimes winona’s desk gets far too cluttered, and marley cleans it so she doesn’t have to stare at it every single day.
who steals the blankets ?
winona is always cold
who leaves their stuff around ?
more often than not there are tons of little sticky notes left around the house from winona. usually there’s weird, obscure things scrawled on them. random reminders, glimpses of what she had a dream of. random times. marley is constantly like… why is there a pink sticky note on the bathroom mirror that says wheat field… and winona has to explain that that’s all she could recall from the dream she woke up from
who remembers anniversaries ?
they both do !!
who cooks normally ?
winona specifically learned how to make rose macarons for marley ok good bye
how often do they fight ?
not often. they try to keep every discussion as open and honest as possible so as to avoid arguments. also, when they fight, they try to keep from bringing up things from the past or throwing low blows.
what do they do when they’re away from each other ?
they frequently text, call, facetime, snapchat, etc. sometimes winnie writes marley love letters like a sap
nicknames for each other ?
winona is partial to calling marley dearheart, marley frequently calls her angel or dove
who is more likely to pay for dinner ?
they either split the check or trade. one weekend it’s winona’s treat, the next is marley’s, etc. this is mainly because winona doesn’t want marley ever thinking she’s using her for her money, even though marley never would
what would they get each other for gifts ?
winona stalks the social media pages of multiple famous makeup brands to try and get the jump on new palettes before marley gets them lmaoo. marley’s prized possession is one of those pink faux fur jackets which u can sometimes find winnie in. marley gets her books signed by her favorite authors, calligraphy sets, and incredible tea blends that make winnie swoon
who made the first move ?
marley was the one to actually ask winona on a date, after winona had approximately 8578347 ‘ what if she doesn’t even like me like that ‘ crises.
who remembers things ?
marley remembers to remind winona to take her medicine. winona keeps track of when marley has papers due, and more importantly, when she needs to take a break. they both keep track of each other’s keys, just to be safe. and marley always seems to know where winona’s favorite pen is…
who started the relationship ?
winona with that kiss, sorta. they had a talk about it and what they wanted to be afterwards, wherein they both agreed they wanted to be eeeexclusive
who cusses more ?
it’s dependent on the mood you catch either of them in. winnie has a tendency to come up with some pretty creative expressions because her parents never let her curse in the house, so yikes
what would they do if the other one was hurt ?
winona would take care of marley regardless of the circumstance. if someone had physically hurt marley, she’d quietly be out for blood. or at least pushing for a lawsuit. if someone even thought about putting their hands on winona, marley would be out for blood, literally and figuratively.
when marley is sick, winnie makes homemade soup, makes sure she takes any medicine if she has to, and keeps her hydrated. she’ll run her baths and help her bathe, holding her and stroking her back, shushing her and promising that it won’t be like this forever.
marley braids winona’s hair back from her face, reads to her, and makes sure she eats three meals a day if she can manage it. bed rest is a requirement, not an option. face masks are optional, but encouraged.
do they get married ?
UHHHH IS THIS EVEN A QUESTION !!!
of course they get married, with a huge ceremony and an even bigger reception. winnie cries while trying to recite her vows, and accidentally drops the ring because she’s shaking so much. it’s really gay and really emotional
Whose the big spoon and little spoon?
Favorite Non-sexual activity
Favorite Sexual activity
First Kiss
Favourite make-out spot?
First Time
Does anyone catch them in the act?
Does anyone know about them?
Do people approve of them?
Who uses all the hot water?
Most trivial thing they fight over?
What they fight over most?
Who does most of the cleaning?
Who steals the blankets?
Who leaves their stuff around?
Who remembers anniversaries?
Who cooks normally?
How often do they fight?
What do they do when they’re away from each other?
Nicknames for each other?
Who is more likely to pay for dinner?
Who steals the covers at night?
What would they get each other for gifts?
Who made the first move?
Who remembers things?
Who started the relationship?
Who cusses more?
What would they do if the other one was hurt?
Do they get married?
having nothing better to do, cal decided to head to turn the page. it wasn’t a spot that he went to very often, but he figured why not, it was a slow day for him anyway. and man was he glad he came into the bookstore that day, as he was greeted with the cashier nearly choking on her drink.
sure he felt bad, but this was the first type of entertainment he gotten for today. pursing his lips to keep himself from bursting out with laughter, he walked closer to the counter, leaning against it. “is that the new way to greet customers?”
*ﾟ+.*.｡ — SHE COULD PRACTICALLY feel laughter bubbling up inside the man who’d just entered the store, and her face burned bright as she turned away from him for a moment until her coughing fit had subsided. winona placed her cup down on the counter in front of her when she turned back around to face him, her best customer service smile in place. she could recover from this. really, she could.
❝ oh, yeah, it’s our new customer service policy. you didn’t hear? ❞ she colored her voice with disbelief, as if it was shocking that he had not, in fact, been informed. maybe her pride was damaged, but her sense of humor was thankfully still intact.
“Hello cousin…” Said Jean, having a big smile in her face when she saw Winona almost choking herself. It was funny, but she not wanted to mock her cousin who was so nice to her “I heard that Turn the page need employees… It’s true?”
*ﾟ+.*.｡ — JEAN WAS A welcome sight. despite the girl having something of a troubled history, winona believed in the good of others, and her cousin was no exception. besides, jean really was trying, winona knew that. even if she seemed to be taking a bit too much pleasure in the fact that winona had been preoccupied with choking when she’d walked into turn the page.
❝ um. i’m pretty sure we are, yeah !! i’ll need to double check with isabelle, but i can put in a good word for you. how’re you feeling otherwise, jean ? ❞
