i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me)

“You need to show Weaver that you’re in charge now, that she doesn’t have anymore control over your life,” Glimmer tells her, and then gets that look in her eye that makes Adora realize she’s planning something that either they might be able to pull off, or will completely blow up in their faces. “Do you want to know what I would do?”Because Glimmer seems to be going somewhere with this, and because Adora doesn’t really seem to have a better idea at the moment, she nods. “Okay, sure.”“I’d bring home my mother’s worst nightmare,” Glimmer grins. “And I have the perfect candidate in mind.”(or, Catra, Adora, and a fake relationship. Featuring letterman jackets, basketball, and a lot of snow.)

i was looking through my docs for a wip when i found this. the majority was written months ago and has since just been sitting there, collecting dust. i never intended to publish it, and for that reason, it contains a lot of self indulgent fluff. honestly, it’s late and ik i’m gonna regret posting this when i wake up tomorrow and halfway through the day i’m like oh shitanyway it’s already finished, technically it’s a one shot but i split it into three chapters bc for some reason spontaneously posting an 11k first chapter feels better than posting a 28k fic. i’ll probably have the next chapter up in a few days fic title from the song by the same name by whitney houston. tw for mentions of abuse, just think the usual shadow weaver fuckery but a little less intense