* 𝔾𝕆 / 𝔽𝕆𝕏 !

[margotno]

kathrynn-hayes·:

The paparazzi was something that Kate still wasn’t used to, the people following her after just getting a coffee stressed her out. Going up to a door, the blonde knocked a few times, seeing someone open the door. “Hey, can I hide out here for a little? These guys have been following me since I got a coffee and it’s really getting on my nerves. I won’t be long, I promise. They will leave as soon as I go inside.”

Margot was in the small lobby of her building retrieving her mail when she heard a knock on the glass door. Assuming the women knew someone who lived there and was waiting to be buzzed in, the other blonde opened the door without thought and smiled. “Guys?” the songstress murmured with concern, peeking over Kate’s shoulder to the group of paparazzi. “Oh--” She blinked hard as several cameras flashed. “Say no more, I totally feel your pain. Come on in!” Allowing her to pass by her, Margot gave a lazy wave to the crowd before shutting the door firmly. “D’ya wanna come upstairs and just chill for a while? I’m Margot, by the way.”

[boniver]

i’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

[margotno]

kennyjames-xo·:

“Really, I, I meant it. It’s a great song, finished or not.” she said, biting down on her lip. If it hadn’t been for the glass panel separating both of them, Margot could’ve possibly noticed Kenny’s nerves and hear her heart pounding in her chest. Seeing Margot perform again, and especially in such an intimate environment, had been a big reality check for her. It didn’t only take her back memory lane, but it reaffirmed what Kenny had known for a while now, but was too scared to admit it. She was still madly in love with Margot.

After listening to her ex’s question, Kenny didn’t know how to answer. She needed the glass panel to be gone, so that she could really look into Margot’s eyes and be honest and sincere. Moving into the other room, Kenny walked up to Margot as soon as she entered. It felt much more personal to speak face to face rather than through the intercom. “I… I really wanted to see you perform again. I.. uh, I missed that. I missed you.” 

Kenny didn’t know what else to say. She had been completely honest with Margot, and she already knew how Margot felt, now more than ever after listening to the song. It was still crazy for her, knowing that she had songs written about her. Still, Kenny had written about Margot too, so it wasn’t as crazy. “I know.. I know it’s been me. It’s.. It’s just been so long..” the blonde said, taking Margot’s hands into hers and leaning in, their foreheads almost touching. 

As green eyes met blue ones, Kenny was suddenly helpless. She couldn’t handle it anymore. “It’s always been you, too. I’m sure you know that. It still is you, Go.” she explained, sighing. All this time, she never let go of Margot’s calloused yet familiar hands. Kennedy’s eyes darted from the blue eyed girl’s lips back to her eyes and forth. “Can.. uhm, Can I ?” she asked.

The tiniest of smiles tugs at the corner of Margot’s mouth. Because even despite the tightness in her chest and the thoughts slowly collecting in her brain like rainwater (that would eventually drown her) -- Kenny and her approval made something soften. It had always felt that way, Kennedy keeping Margot afloat. 

Something tensed in the blonde’s shoulders as Kennedy made her way into the booth, and Margot stood and set her guitar down without giving herself the time to consider not to. It was such a security blanket. She knew she shouldn’t feel more joy than she had in months at Kennedy coming closer, but she couldn’t find it in herself to not. Kennedy was like the sun in many ways -- one of them was that Margot was always glad to see her even when she was avoiding contact from her. 

“I miss you too.” The words are hardly audible and entirely too tender, but they’ve been said innumerable times. Margot could fight a lot of things, but she couldn’t always win. (Gravity and fate would always kick her ass.) There were times that she didn’t want to. Their hands intertwine easily, and the sad attempt at a guard can’t be held up any longer. 

She looks up, and the world blurs. She would be looking into those green eyes until she died if she had any say in the matter, Margot thinks. Her grasp on Kennedy’s hands tightens slightly as the author speaks, and breath catches in her throat. She watches Kenny’s gaze flicker to her lips and back. Something stronger than gravity was pulling them together. Her chin lifts a fraction of an inch in a nod, but she doesn’t wait. Calloused hands slip from Kennedy’s to wrap around her slim waist, to close the short distance between them in a gentle tug. She presses her lips to Kennedy’s, and the weight in her chest that she's felt for the past year finally lifts.

[inkskinned]

all the songs i write are about you. there’s this fire that burns in your heart that makes you this capable girl, so ready to lead, so quick on her feet. i know i hurt you a few times and i know you hurt me. but i keep coming back. it’s always you, you and those pink cheeks.

[margotno]

devinpfeiffer·:

“Since this dating site isn’t doing me any fucking good, I’m just gonna go absolutely ham on my profile. You know, to have a little fun with it. First section is ‘Likes and Interests,’ so I went ahead and put Elvis impersonators, Flag Day, and Shrek Forever After. Anything else I should add before we move on?”

“Hold on, I gotta think. I’m only operating on two out of my three brain cells because the other two won’t stop thinking about that new Shaggy meme. Okay, okay - Wii Frisbee, your beanie baby collection, and Criss Angel Mindfreak.” 

[jeongyeonyoo]

[margotno]

Margot couldn’t really tell you why she had hopped a plane to Georgia - she wasn’t entirely certain herself. Maybe because she felt stir crazy back in Brooklyn after her quick leg of the Reborn Tour. Maybe because her place felt too quiet. Maybe because she was avoiding a whole slew of things at home. Maybe because her two best friends were out of town and she missed them already. She didn’t have any desire for the amount of introspection it would take to figure it out. Something brought her to the backstage of the venue that night, watching the end of Delilah’s set with an expression far more tender than she generally allowed many people to see. It hadn’t been as long as she had hoped to watch, just the last couple songs, but that was plenty to make her a tad emotional. Still, a crooked smile and warm blue eyes welcomed Delilah as she exited the stage. “Hey, babe.” @delilahxmatthews

[margotno]

viviwestbrooke·:

Suds tickled along her wrist and the back of her hand. Giggling merrily as she passed the bottle off to her equally talented cousin to have as much as she desired. “Well, don’t all travels go off better with a bit of booze? Why do ya think everyone hits full bottles against all those hips? Good luck. They didn’t do that with the Titanic and look what happened.” A fact pulled directly out of her ass rather than looking up any form on that fact. “Ya know I’d go to each and everyone if I could. With award season, promotions, and soon launchin’ into filmin’ again, though. I’ll be lucky to be able to close my eyes for five minutes.” The blonde heaved out a sigh. “I’m still gonna try my best to at least catch one show.”

Margot snorted, filling her glass up all the way with the fizzy liquid before passing it back. “Well, I guess that ought to be a superstition then. Any tradition with alcohol is one i’m always down for.” She’d take her word -- far be it from her to question the necessity of a drink. “God, that sounds exhausting.” Not that Margot herself was a stranger to award shows and endless work, but it always kind of felt like less was expected for musicians. She didn’t have to do nearly as many interviews - at least not on talk shows. She wasn’t often expected to be bubbly and personable. Not that she didn’t love interacting with fans, it was just the media that tired her. “Just shoot me a text if you can make it, we’ll get you set up. That’s exciting though! Are you leaving town to film this one?”

[margotno]

hey comrades, if you’d like to chat about plots, please like or reply to this post and i’ll slide on into your dms! ( or if you’d like to plot with cherry, lmk! )

[dailymarvelheroes]

[margotno]

viviwestbrooke·:

“Well, here’s a cheers to you and Lilah goin’ off on your musical adventures together~.” The blonde chimed over at the other as she expertly popped open a bottle of wine she had on stash.

@margotno

“Oh, dude, thank you! I gotta get all of my drinking out of the way before we take off.” Margot smiled as she passed her cousin the wine glasses to pour into. Some time away from alcohol would probably be good for her, anyhow. But still, the though made her a tiny bit nervous for reasons she didn’t care to dwell on too much. “Let me know if you’re free for one of the dates and i’ll set you up with backstage passes. I mean, it’s Lilah, so it’s going to be incredible.”

[margotno]

@cherryduval

[holygrnd]

it’s like a feat of magical mystique.

[margotno]

( txt ) hi, i'm stoned and emotional and i love you. you're kind of everything to me. i just want you to know how fucking important you are to me. i love you. n i always will k bye!

( txt ) how do you always know when I need to hear stuff like this?? i love you forever babe. is it emotional in a good way or do i need to come over?

[youbelongwithme]

[margotno]

delilahxmatthews·:

Del squealed in excitement, heart fluttering at the intertwined fingers and Go’s crooked smile. “Really?!” Her tone is breathless. She had been sure Margot would put up more of a fight. “Thank you!” She quickly pressed her lips against Margot’s. “You won’t regret it at all, babe. It’ll be so much fun and I swear I won’t con you into staying the entire tour. The lesbian clout is most of my reason for touring in the first place,” Delilah teased. She leaned back into kiss Margot again, slower this time, with more purpose. She rested their foreheads together. “I’m really glad you said yes.”

A lilt of laughter fell from Go’s cherry lips once they parted, happy just to see Delilah happy. “I’m too soft for you.” She teases, pleased when the singer kisses her once more. Fingertips run through her newly cropped blonde locks fondly, other hand still intertwined with Lilah’s. She’d do anything for her, she knew, but it was nice that this particular favor would involve spending time with her. Plus, she had been a little worried about how Delilah would fare on her first tour -- she knew how overwhelming it could be. Margot felt better that she could be there for at least the first part of it. Her hand moved from her hair to her cheek, smiling as their foreheads touched. “Me too, it’ll be nice to keep moving for a little bit.”

[margotno]

kennyjames-xo·:

Kenny silently watched as Margot fumbled with the sliders and the knobs. She wasn’t sure what the blonde was doing, but it did give her a general idea of what it would do to the final product. She smiled softly at the picture, her ex-girlfriend doing what she was good at. It showed Kennedy how far Margot had come, and it made her feel extremely proud to be part of that. “Sure thing. I know the drill, remember?” she added, pointing towards the blue button and sitting back down on the couch as the other girl walked into the recording booth. 

Kennedy felt her heart racing while she watched Margot get ready. She hadn’t been in this place in months, and she hadn’t heard her ex girlfriend sing or play for even longer than that. Still, Kennedy was unsure. Would this time be different than the others? Would this time show her that not even being back in this same spot could hide how apart they had been these months? Or would it show her that they were both still on the same page? 

As her ex girlfriend played, she listened carefully to the song and even danced along softly, but she just wanted to focus on Margot. A small smile crept through the blonde’s lips throughout most of the song. Margot’s voice sounded just as she remembered; sweet yet mature. It felt like magic listening to her sing. She also saw the same features from back when she had visited months before mirrored on Margot’s face, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration. 

What got most of Kennedy’s attention though, were the lyrics. She remembered her ex girlfriend’s songwriting talents, and this song was no exception. Still, Kennedy wasn’t sure what to make out of it. Was this Margot telling her that she still had feelings for her, or was this written too long ago and was no longer true? 

Pushing the blue button almost immediately after the song ended, Kenny breathed out heavily and smiled. “Wow, that’s.. I really liked that, Go.” she managed to say, her eyes getting lost in Margot’s once again. She figured that the song was about her, but she didn’t want to simply jump to conclusions. “It’s… It’s a great song, truly.”

Her breath was still, relieved when Kennedy spoke immediately. She didn’t know she would have been able to stand silence in that moment. Their eyes were locked again, through distance and the pane of glass. It was probably a good thing -- Margot surely would have reached out to touch the other woman again. And she probably shouldn’t allow herself that, for Kenny’s sake. “Yeah? I mean it’s not -- it’s not done, of course but...” Her words trailed off for a moment, her attention suddenly on fiddling with the strings of her guitar. “I’m afraid it’s just a depressing song about me feeling sorry for myself.” She said finally, humor in her tone to attempt to mask the truth behind the statement. A lot of the songs that she had written lately felt like that. But, most of them were written after she had reached the bottom of a bottle.

She retunes a couple strings, despite it being perfectly fine already. She feels so bare suddenly. Kennedy already knew how she felt, but she had just reaffirmed everything, that she still felt that way. She was vulnerable, which wasn’t a feeling that Margot was exactly fond of, no matter how often she felt it. “Kenny,” Her voice is soft, so she leans a little closer to the mic. “Why, uh, why’d you wanna come here?” Blue eyes are still focused on her hands, still playing with the strings. 

She shouldn’t ask that. She shouldn’t have sang the song. She shouldn’t have brought her here, shouldn’t have touched her hand. Not because she didn’t want to -- but because she wasn’t good for Kennedy. She knew that, she always had. But she had been selfish. She hasn’t ever known how not to be in love with her. Her exterior is suddenly a little grumpy, but not at Kennedy. Just at herself. “You had to know what i’d be singing about. It’s always been you.” She exhales a deep breath, finally dropping her hands from the fretboard. She keeps her eyes on her hands still. “It’s been you since the day we met.”