#anyway i am losing my mind a little bc this bus was supposed to arrive at 215pm

[matryoshkalex]

really quick messy doodle bc im on a bus rn and this has been in my head all day lol

based on my own suffering and smthn i said today bc i was in pain </3

might post some more silly stuff bc im stuck here for the next?? 5 ish hours

[drummerqueenrmt]

It’s a hard life - Part 1 (Roger Taylor x reader)

Summary: you are a medical student that has the luck of being selected to do your practicals with the doctor for the UK tour of your favorite band.

Note: is my first fic in Tumblr and in English so be good if I write something wrong and please tell me! Also, I know that some of the facts are going to be wrong and I don’t know for sure if they had a doctor while touring but I guess most they did bc most of bands do. I know that the first part is a little boring but is the introduction, sorry and If you like it please tell me bc I will continue it! Thanks!

“Fuck!”

It was you first day of practicals and you were late. Very late.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

You had no idea of how have you managed to get the chance to do your practicals with Queen.

Queen.

Your favorite group.

You hardly believe your ears when Ms.Right told you that a colleague of her needed some help while he was on tour with Queen. That she wanted you to be the person because she knew you would be perfect because you were the most hard-working person in the class. And that was true, you were being extra hard-working because you were afraid to waste the opportunity of studying in another country for a whole year. But regarding the part of you being perfect for it you had your doubts. Why? Because you don’t trust your nervous being trying to cure some wound or even speak to the Queen members without telling them how much you love them and their music. Anyway, you said “yes, of course I will be interested” and now you were half dressed, half disheveled and half makeup on your way to meet Dr.Brown and, more important, the band.

You were supposed to be at 8.00 a.m in a warehouse in the outskirts of London were all the trailers and buses for the tour were going to be prepared for the next day,

But it was 9.00 a.m. You were arriving one hour late and you wanted to die.

Once you arrive there you saw like 100 people shouting to each other, 1000 boxes everywhere and nobody listening to you asking for Dr.Brown.

“Excu-... nope. Sorry you know wer-... great” You started to lose you patience when someone approached you.

“Sorry are you searching for someone? Because if not I would want you to leave, this is only for staff”

“Oh, yes, I’m searching for Dr.Brown, I’m [y/n], I’m doing some medical practicals with him”

“Finally! He’s been waiting for you for a while. Come with me!”

You follow him through all the mess that getting ready for a tour was till you arrive to a small bus. A tall, old man with a funny moustache and a kind look was at the door and he knew the moment he saw you worried face that you were his new assistant.

“Arriving an hour late to your first day…”

You began to sweat even more that you already were and when you were ready to say something and apologize when he interrupted you.

“I like you! But don’t get used to it, ok?” He started to shake your hand strongly “I’m Dr.Brown as you may have notice but you can call me Mike”

“Mike.. ok. I’m [y/n]. I’m so sorry for the delay the alarm clock-”

“Oh no, no… no apologies. Is just fine, today we don’t expect to have a lot of work you know, only minor injuries from the workers. I wanted you to come today to show you our little home for the tour” He hit two times the bus gently “And to tell you what I expect from you, understand?”

“Yes” Is the only thing you sad although you wanted to ask when you can meet the band itself.

“You will meet the boys tomorrow by the way, they are not here today” Was he a mind reader or did you just have it written in you face?  

You smile gently and follow him. He seemed to be a nice person, the kind that makes jokes of everything and tries to make the other feel relaxed and comfortable. You liked him. Once inside the bus you realize that it wasn’t a normal one. It had what it seemed a little kitchen with a table in the center and a sofa and in the other side a hospital gurney and some medical equipment. It was all a little bit chaotic and strange and you thought that it was going to be impossible to attend someone there but you later discover that there was an extra ambulance in every concert just in case and you feel relief.

You also visited a little room inside the warehouse that was supposed to be the place the guys use for rehearsals and their bus (yes, it was quite more bigger and luxury than yours of course)

“So… that’s all. I’ll see you tomorrow. You don’t need to came at 8.00 a.m if you don’t want to, just be sure to be here before the buses leave, ok? He laughed.

“Right” You laughed too. “I will be here at 8.00 anyway and this time I promise to be on time” You said goodbye and started your way home.

--------------

“Fuck”

You have left for the last thing to pack and you weren’t finding anything at all. That plus the anxiety of going finally on tour the next day, meeting the boys and the thoughts of going to be a mess trying to help the doctor were going to kill you but you managed to relax as much as possible and you finish packing.

You lay finally in bed after checking 1000 times the two alarm clocks that you have decided to use. You close your eyes and the weight of all the stress made you fall asleep quickly.

Tomorrow was going to be a hard, amazing day.

-------------

“Good morning, [y/n]. You are punctual!”

“Good morning, Mike. And, yes. I told you”

“Great, great” He let you sit beside him in the little sofa that was inside your bus that apparently was going to be your bed at nights. “The boys are rehearsing for the last time here so when they finish and they instruments are packed we are ready to go.”

“Nice, I can’t wait” You couldn’t hide your excitement. It was in fact the most exciting day of your life so far.

“Oh, you are going to love it, they are great live and don’t usually give us lots of trouble”

You couldn’t wait, you know form inside that it was going to be amazing.

“Would you like to see them now?”

“What?! Can I?”

“Well, they don’t usually like us to be around when they are having these little fights while rehearsing but it’s your first day with them and they may be allow you to be there”

Please, please, please.

“I’m going to ask, alright?”

“Alright”

You heart was pumping so fast that you have to close your eyes while waiting in the bus trying to relax. Your head was full with the images of the possible scenarios. What were you going to say if they allow you to be there? Should you talk? Should you introduce yourself or just be there quiet not to screw up? Because you are sure you will say something inappropriate like “I love you”, “You are amazing and I want to marry all of you”.

“Are you ok?”

A familiar voice suddenly interrupted you thoughts and when you opened your eyes and looked at the person that was at the door your heart stopped. Literally.

“Hello? You look like having a panic attack or something”

A pair of big blue eyes were watching you with a little concern.

“Emmm… yes “ You managed to say not knowing how.

“Nice. I’m looking for Dr.Brown, do you know where he is?” He smiled at you gently.

“He.. he… he is not here” Damn, very clever, as if he doesn’t have eyes to see that.

“Yes, I see” He laughed. “The thing is that I injured myself while playing and I need someone to cure it” He showed you his left hand, his fingers were covered with some blood. “So...I’m going to go search him”

“I think he is in the rehearsing room”  Relax yourself and be kind. He’s just a normal human being (in the body of a God). You can do this.

“Oh! We must have crossed then. Thank you!” And he started to go away when you stopped him.

“I can cure your fingers if you want”

“Really?” He looked suddenly very confused.

“Yes, I’m a medical student. I’m doing my practicals with Mike”

“Oh, nice!”

He entered the bus and sit in the gurney waiting for you to start. You standed up and began to put the gloves on. You were shaking and it was so obvious that an astronaut from the International Space Station will be able to notice it.

“Are you nervous?” He was looking at you with a funny smile.

“Yes… it’s my first day and I want to do things right” And you make me feel more nervous with that fucking perfect face of yours.

“Well, don’t be. I don’t usually bite, only on special occasions” You look at him and he winked at you making your cheeks turn red like a tomato.

You managed to prepare a gauze with some antiseptic and, with all the care your trembling hands allowed you, you took his hand and begin to apply the red product.  

“Are you going to be with us during all the tour then?”

“Yes” You relaxed as your felt that he was trying to make you feel comfortable with him. “Or maybe I am a disaster and Mike decides to fire me before” Both of you laugh and smiled at each other.

“I’m sure you are going to do great. You are doing amazing now being you first time curing a rock star”

“Do you consider yourself a rock star? A little pretentious don’t you think?” You both laugh. Again. And the nerves were vanishing because he was really charming and funny. Damn.

“Hey, I don’t know you name. Mine is Roger by the way but I think you know that”

“[y/n]”

“Great name”

“Thank you” You apply a little more of the product before finishing. “I think that should be enough. Try to be more careful next time, ok?” You stopped grabbing his hand and went to throw the gauze to the rubbish.

“Yes, yes. You know… I love the guys but sometimes I lost my temper with them so I imagine that I’m hitting his heads instead of the drums and things like this happen”

You laugh at his words like a fool one more time.

“I’m not going to put you a bandage because I want to let it dry so try to be careful. If tomorrow you need to play the drums come and either Mike or I will put some protection on the injury, ok?”

“I can’t promise anything. I love doing things with my hands you know…” He gave you that look somebody gives you to tease you and you know it so you decided to follow his game just a little.

“Like playing drums, eating, reading book…?” You smiled back.

“Among other things” He liked your answer and the way you looked at him and proceed to tease you a little bit more. “But you have forgotten the most important one”

“Really? And what is it?” Now you heart was pumping fast again waiting for the obvious answer that was written in his face.

“Well…” He was standing up now and approaching you dangerously. “It is-”

“Great news [y/n]! They don’t mind- Oh! Roger! I didn’t know you were here, I was looking for you! The guys told me you have hurt yourself playing”

“Yes but don’t worry Mike, [y/n] has already cure me, and she did amazing” He winked at you again. And the tomato cheeks appeared again.

“That’s nice! Well done [y/n], first test passed”

You just simply smiled.

“Well, I have to return to the rehearsing room again” He turned to look at you. “I’m not playing, I promise, but I have to be sure that the others don’t kill each other. Nice to meet you girl, and nice to see you Mike”

“Nice to see you too, Rog. Don’t come to visit often, please”

He laughed. “I’m the most injured one always and that’s a tradition I don’t want to ruin. Besides, now you have extra aid”

“I don’t think she wants to be curing you all the fucking time, she need to do other things” He said in a funny tone.

Curing that cute, hot, funny, charming drummer all the time? That wouldn't be a problem at all. Or maybe yes because I don’t want to fell in love with him. Or do I? No, no… he is a famous person who has all the girls he wants and I’m not going to allow that happen. I’m just going to have fun and be professional.

“[y/n]?” You heard Roger’s voice coming from the door.

“Yes?”

“I’ve said that it’s playing Scrabble”

You didn’t understand.

“My favourite thing to do with my hands is playing Scrabble” He smiled and winked at you one last time before leaving.

And you knew in that moment that if he was going to be like that with you the whole tour you were fucked. A lot.

[artificialqueens]

Crazy, stupid, sudden (Craquaria) Part 2 - Catrina

A/N: This was gonna be only a one shot bc I didn’t know if you would like it, but you asked, and I delivered. I had so much fun writing this, I hope you like it as much as I did. Some things: 1. Thanks @likeuranus for giving me ideas and opinions, ily! 2. I used Miz as Cracker’s name in the first part bc I was confused about it (for the anon who said it was like calling Miss Fame ‘Miss’) 3. I didn’t expect you would like it so much! PLEASE REMEMBER TO send some feedback if you liked this part and make me know if you want a third part? 4. Would you be insterested if I do a kind of “side chapter” where I explain Sharon and Alaska’s story better? Make me know at @the-glitter-skeleton and feel free to talk to me lmao I need friends <3 That’s it, enjoy.

Miz is going crazy. She just can’t understand —even when Monet tells her there’s nothing to understand— and her stubborn mind isn’t helping at all.

“So, in summary, you have a crush” her friend says, turning to her locker.

“I do” Miz sighs tiredly, leaning her back on the locker next to Monet’s. “And I don’t know how to get close to her”

“You drool over her since last year, didn’t you have enough time to plan shit like that?” she mocks, changing books into her bag.

Miz opens her mouth indignantly, ready to argue. “I don't—”

Monet closes the door of her locker suddenly, looking at her friend with a raised brow. “Christmas party, five months ago; you, Blair and I were outside the theater when certain girl with aquatic name walked by. ’She’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen around here’ quote by you”

Miz knows she’s defeated when her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Smart bitch” she whispers as she rolls her eyes. “Are you helping me or what?”

“Brianna, I wasted my time investigating the bus route on Monday for you. After that anything is easy” Monet giggles when they start walking to their first class. “At least you took the chance when you saw her in the bus; she knows you now. And driving her to school was a good start, you got to see her everyday. That’s something”

“But out of my car we don’t talk at all! The longest conversation we had was about weather. Every time we get here she just thanks the ride and goes away” Miz pouts. “And don’t call me Brianna, only my mom calls me that”

“Whatever, Miz” she remarks ironically. “What I’m going to is that you can go closer easily now”

“But how?”

Monet stays silent until they sit at the back of the classroom. The teacher doesn’t arrive yet, and everyone is too busy chatting to care about it. She looks at Miz with a concerned look that makes her friend know she’s focused. She smiles when an idea comes to her mind, tapping on Miz’s arm to get her attention.

“You have to ask her out!”

-

Fridays are boring. But when Aquaria thinks of it, she realizes everyday is boring. The only interesting part of her days seems to be the way to school and home, when the sees Miz.

But then, everything goes down.

She doesn’t know what’s happening. It’s out of control her every time she combs her hair a little better hoping Miz notices it, or every time she sneaks to Sharon’s room to steal her perfume because it smells better than hers.

It becomes stronger when she looks at her and she can’t help but smiling like a maniac. She knows the feeling, she isn’t dumb; she knows perfectly it’s something she can’t bury. The word love burns into her brain like acid.

Aquaria doesn’t like that word. It’s tough and merciless. She saw the perfect prove with her own moms; destroyed after giving everything they had. Even when Sharon mentions how happy she is now and Alaska assures she’s better alone, she knows Sharon still conserves pictures of her wedding in a box under her bed and Alaska prefers going on business trips so she doesn’t have to be in her huge house that used to be filled with Sharon’s voice.

She doesn’t want that. Miz is nice, funny, special. She’s everything Aquaria has ever wanted and she’s too scared to go for.

It’s useless. She closes her eyes and tries to throw every single idea that has been around her mind this morning away. Her eyes are on the table, quietly chewing on the bread with dry cheese and too much ham of her daily sandwich when a noise makes her lift her head suddenly. It just takes Miz a second to sit by her, looking directly at her soul with those gorgeous big eyes of hers.

“Hey” she smiles. “Mind if I stay here?”

Aquaria almost chokes on the bread as she swallows as fast as she can to answer. “It’s fine” she manages to say, receiving a smile from Miz.

For a moment, they don’t do anything more than eat silently.

“What are you doing tonight?” Miz asks suddenly, her eyes on her food over her plate as she carelessly stings it with a fork.

The question surprises Aquaria. She thinks for a second; she hasn’t anything planned, maybe watching a movie and make dinner for Sharon when she arrives from work, but nothing else. What could she do, anyways? With no friends at all, her nights are just as boring as mornings, but she doesn’t wanna Miz to know that.

“I don’t know” she replies, keeping herself from asking why. “No plans yet, I guess”

“Wanna go out with me?” she asks simply. So fucking simply Aquaria can’t understand why it makes her heartbeats increase.

She can’t think of an answer. She knows she should say no, but Miz is looking at her and the idea seems so irresistible she just can curl the corners of her lips into a little smile and nod. “Yeah”

It’s just going out, she comforts herself, ignoring the huge warning signal in her mind. That isn’t gonna hurt anybody.

“We have a date then!” Miz’s eyes shine.

-

Aquaria is finally at home, nervously walking in a circle on the living room. After taking her home, Miz said she would pick her up at seven before she started the car again and drove until it disappeared of Aquaria’s sight.

She takes her phone and goes to do the first thing she knows she should have done before, dialing the number of Sharon’s office as she throws herself to the couch.

“Good afternoon, you’re calling to the office of doctor Sharon Needles. What can I do for you?” a voice sounds at the other line of the phone.

“Hey Max” she replies with a smile. Her mom’s secretary is nice and always sends Aquaria cookies in Christmas, which of course was an easy way to gain her boss’ daughter’s heart. “Is my mom there?”

“Aqua! It’s good to hear you” Aquaria can swear she’s smiling even when she can’t see her. “And sorry darling, your mom is going to a meeting right now. Something you want me to tell her?”

“Yeah. Just tell her I’m going out with… a friend at seven. I’ll be back early and I’m taking my phone if she wants to call me”

There’s a puse before Max talks again. “Alright sweetheart. As soon as I see her I’ll tell her”

“Okay, thanks Max” Aquaria giggles before hanging up.

-

Hours after, Aquaria is still on the couch, watching a boring cooking show she found changing channels with no order. It’s the best way she has to entretain herself a little, even when the meat the old lady is cooking looks gross. It’s way too much salt, Aquaria thinks as she sighs.

Suddenly, the main door opens, revealing Sharon’s figure in the frame. Aquaria jumps in her spot, looking at her in surprise.

“Mom? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” she asks, sitting sitraght.

“I am, but when Max told me you called I had to run here. My baby has a date!” Sharon snaps cheerfully, closing the door and dropping her purse in the other couch to sit next to her daughter. Her smile is the brightest Aquaria has seen in years, and she can’t help but smiling too.

“You left work… for me?” is all she can ask, incredulous.

“Honey, I’d leave that hellhole for you anytime” Sharon assures.

Aquaria knows it’s true when she remembers Sharon dropping the chance to head a stomach surgery in the middle of the morning because she went to Aquaria’s ballet festival to see her perform. Work is her worst addiction, but her love for Aquaria is way stronger.

“Now, are you gonna tell me who is this nice person who asked you out?” the woman talks again, kicking her heels out so she can fold her legs under her on the couch.

Pathetically or gracefully —depends of Aquaria’s mood— Sharon is her best friend. The few hours she gets to see her are to talk about anything, from homework to annoying coworkers, but she didn’t tell her about Miz because the fear was bigger than the confusion and Aquaria couldn’t organize her mind.

But curling her body against Sharon’s, she sighs and decides to shut her mind down for a second. Just for a second.

“Her name is Miz Cracker, I met her days ago. She’s super nice and gentle—”

“Miz is such a weird name” Sharon comments.

“I know, her real name is Brianna, but she doesn’t like it”

“Oh, that’s cool. And you like her?”

The direct question is like a thrown arrow, going right to Aquaria’s chest. Closing her eyes, she purses her lips, looking for an answer. Love, being a group of negative things in her life, is also an untouched topic with Sharon. That makes it even worse.

“I’m scared, mom” she confesses in a small voice.

“Why, darling?”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“C'mon, you can’t know that if you don’t try. And you’re too young to worry about that. If it doesn’t work, you can try it with someone else! Maybe someone without the name of a cookie as last name” she jokes, petting her hair. “Let those stupid fears outside your head and just enjoy what you can enjoy”

Her words seem to make something in Aquaria’s chest to grow; sudden courage. She doesn’t wanna lose Miz, but if she starts something knowing it can end, at least she’s gonna make it worthwhile. Nodding, she hugs Sharon as tight as she can. “You’re right, so fucking right”

“Nothing new, your mom is really smart” Sharon brags with a smirk, looking down at her watch for a second. “It’s six o'clock, let’s do what I came to! What are you gonna wear?”

Aquaria laughs, being dragged by Sharon upstairs to her room. For some minutes, she sees her mom searching into her closet from her bed, until Sharon turns around with a black dress she hasn’t seen in a while. Her mom looks at it with nostalgia, and Aquaria remembers; is the dress Alaska gave her for her birthday the year before.

Once she puts it on, Sharon takes manage of her hair. She combs it until it’s done and then proceeds with the make up that Aquaria finds unnecessary, but she lets her mom take her as a doll to dress and paint. When she finishes, she can’t stop praising her, petting her head with shining eyes and the biggest smile.

Miz’s car stops outside the house just ten minutes later. Sharon is nervous, maybe more than her own daughter when she hugs her and watches her from the door frame. Miz’s head pocks out of the window, yelling hello and waving at Sharon, who can only do the same.

-

“You look really pretty” Miz praises when Aquaria pulls into the car. She’s all dressed up, wearing a shiny light purple dress that makes her look adorable with her wavy blonde hair perfectly done.

“Thanks” she replies, a smile hiding behind her lips once the door is closed and the car starts. “You look pretty too”

Miz drives through the now dark streets, until they reach a little restaurant Aquaria has seen before. It’s warm and comfortable, and Aquaria feels even better when Miz reaches her side as soon as they’re walking to the door.

When they sit, dangerously close with their knees touching, it feels good. The thrill of disappointment and fear isn’t as big as Aquaria imagined it before, and when Miz smiles at her and asks what are you gonna have? in the sweetest voice, it seems to disappear.

She’s glad Miz can fill the holes in the conversation every time Aquaria just stays silent because the words don’t come out. She talks about her life, her childhood, stupid things that catch her attention —how could Aquaria know Miz actually loved to cook?— and more important, she gets her to do the same. She opens up; grabbing some vegetables with her fork as she tells Miz things she didn’t even remember before.

“I like your voice. It’s good to hear it more than just saying yes, no and I don’t know” Miz mocks, gaining a death gaze from her. “I’m serious, though. It’s really pretty. I could listen to it forever”

“I already listen to your voice always, so I can’t say the same” a high pitched gasp comes out of Miz mouth as Aquaria chuckles, looking down at her plate.

“And she can joke! You’re full of surprises. What else could you be keeping from me?”

“Well, you still don’t know I’m actually a secret agent from the FBI” Aquaria grimaces. “Now that I told you, I have to kill you”

“Okay, you joke about the FBI, that makes you even more perfect now” Miz states in a serious tone that makes Aquaria laugh. “Let’s just marry already”

“I wouldn’t mind that” Aquaria replies, not very attentive of her words. When she realizes what she has said, she bits her lip as her cheeks blush. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay, I was thinking the same” Miz puts her elbow over the table, resting her chin on her hand as she watches the girl in front of her. “You’re beautiful when you blush”

“Only when I blush?” Aquaria teases with a raised brow, the tension tangled in her nerves thankfully decreasing.

“Oh, well—” blinking, Miz seems taken aback. “You’re always beautiful, but, you know, when—”

She stops when Aquaria smiles, letting her know she was joking.

This feels just right.

-

When they head back to Aquaria’s home, the smiles are still there, and the comfortable heat that seems to go between them too. The car stops just where it did hours before, full of a very deserving silence after everything they spoke. Aquaria looks at Miz one more time before she open the door and for her surprise, Miz is already looking at her.

“This was a good night” the blonde comments. Her eyes shine under the street light, making Aquaria to fall in a small trance as she can only stare at them.

“It was” with her voice becoming little, she answers.

And again the silence. Aquaria turns a bit to open the door and Miz knows she should say something else before she goes. She can almost feel Monet’s gaze over her when she touches her arm, asking silently for attention.

“Aqua, I want to tell you something” in her head it sounded better, definitely. Aquaria is looking at her attentively and she just sighs, the nerves running through all her body. “I— wait, no. I just wanna say— I… like you, Aquaria. More than friends”

The words come out, floating in the air for a second before Aquaria can process them. And the silence hits the car once again, but this time it doesn’t feel right. And at the lack of response Miz sighs again, but this time embracing a mix of disappointment and dispair.

“I’m sorry. Please, let’s just be friends. Forget that. It was stupid— you know what? I’m drunk! Yes, so fucking drunk, I don’t know what I’m doing! I shouldn’t be driving”

With no words at all, Aquaria’s hand reaches Miz’s.

“No, Aquaria, don’t do that” with her head shaking negatively, she pulls her hand away as she looks down. “Don’t try to comfort me, I should’ve known”

“What should have you known? That I like you back?”

Miz can’t belive it. It doesn’t even sound true when Aquaria smiles warmly.

“You do?” lifting her head she asks, her insecurity becoming adorable for Aquaria, who can only nod to confirm her answer.

“I definitely do”

A smile grows on Miz’s lips. Is the only reponse her body produces, everything else is completely blank. Even when she tried to be positive about the topic, thinking Aquaria would have a mutual feeling, hearing it is completely different.

Her eyes can’t help but stare directly at her lips, those that look soft and sweet, those she wanted to kiss since a long time ago. She doesn’t even realize when Aquaria’s eyes are back on her, and her body moves closer, against hers, not having to deal with the seat belt. Her hand goes to Aquaria’s, holding it tight. Miz feels her chin being lift by her free hand.

When she looks up, Aquaria’s face is just inches away from hers. She can feel Miz’s heavy breathing coming out of her lightly open mouth.

It's sudden when their lips smash into each other, both of them closing their eyes with excitement running through their veins.

It's crazy when their heartbeats increase to a point they seem to be breathless, looking for air in the other’s mouth.

It's stupid when they break the kiss and their lips feel unsatisfaced, wanting —no, needing— more contact.

All they can do is look at each other, too shaken to talk. Their hands are still holding each other, Aquaria’s hand is still on Miz’s chin and the blonde’s hand has somehow found its way to her waist. Everything feels right. No, not right, it feels even better. It feels crazy, stupid, sudden; just like everything between them. And that’s absolutely perfect.

“Would be dumb if I say this is the best first kiss I ever had even when I never had one before?” Miz asks, eyes full of daydream. “I sounded so ridiculous and cheesy but it’s true. This is even better than I thought”

Talking in the calmest tone Miz has ever listened in Aquaria, she looks down with a little smile. “It was my first one too”

“Was it?” Miz’s brows raise with surprise when she nods. Pride grows in her chest; she was her crush’s first kiss. That’s more than something, Monet would say. “May I be your second one too?”

“You can be as much of them as you want” Aquaria eagerly replies, pulling her on a messy kiss as the car fills of heavy breathes and wonderful heat.

It feels perfect.