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whositmcwhatsit · 9 months ago

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Glimmers of Dawn

AN: This is a belated birthday present for one of my favourite people @ellie-24. I have been promising her a BDE fic for months and this is the beginning of one at least? As our guy once said: "I hope you like it. It doesn't make much difference."

“This is crazy! Are you sure we’re allowed?”

Steve rolled his eyes at her like he did this every day, like it was nothing. But if it was nothing, he would not have suggested it.

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Aurora had been sliding on her denim jacket at the bar, ready to go home to Johnny Carson and the dried out meatloaf that her mother had been cooking when she had ducked home after work to change. She had already given in to Joanne’s plea to stay for another round and that had left her with nothing but a numb butt from sitting perched on the bar stool while she watched her friend flirt with the tall, shaggy-haired guy at the pool table. Now the guy was draped over Jo’s back as she giggled and lined up a shot, pretending to miscue so that he could ‘correct’ her.

Aurora gave Jo a little wave to get her attention over the heavy rock playing over the tinny speakers and then thumbed towards the door, making the phone and time gestures to let her know she would call her later.

“You’re not leaving so soon?” asked one of the other guys playing pool. He was tall too, and broad shouldered but athletic looking with it and had a mustache to go with this long brown hair.

“Yeah, it’s getting late and I got things to do in the morning,” Aurora said apologetically. “It was nice meeting you though… Steve, wasn’t it?”

“I can’t talk you into one last, teeny tiny drink?” She paused, considering. The thought of the meatloaf wasn’t exactly appetizing and it wouldn’t be the first time she showed up on a Sunday morning to take her grandmother to church on a whisper of sleep. She relented, but then the bartender reminded Steve that he had called last orders ten minutes ago and no amount of wheedling or good natured threats could change his mind.

“Forget it, man!” called the guy who was currently taking a break from inspecting Jo’s tonsils. “Let’s just go up to the house.”

“Naw, you sure? The Boss-”

“Won’t even know anything about it. He ain’t come down in three days, man, in more ways ‘n’ one.”

Aurora frowned questioningly at Joanne, who shrugged back as the two men worked it out, and suddenly they were leaving the bar.

“So, where exactly are we going?” Aurora asked, as she and Steve followed Jo and Dave, his name turned out to be, into the parking lot. She could feel Steve nervously eyeing her as they watched Dave sling his arm casually around Jo’s shoulders and stick his tongue in her ear. She had already prepared a sharp elbow in the ribs in case Steve got the same idea.

“Uh, the place where I work has a pool room and a bar.”

“You work in a bar?” She was trying to figure out why he was being so cagey. Wondering if maybe he was embarrassed, but that didn’t make sense if he was going to take her there.

“No, it ain’t… It ain’t a bar.”

Even as she was climbing past the folded seat into the back of Dave’s Datsun, Aurora was having second thoughts. The cool night air had cleared her buzzing head and chased off the last of the energy powering her limbs after a full day of work. She started preparing her speech for when they got to where they were going, so she could call a cab and head home, with or without Joanne.

‘Look, it’s nothing personal’, she would say. ‘I just had a really long day.’

And then the Datsun turned right on the highway at the gates of Graceland.

“What are you-?!” Aurora gripped the headrest of the driver’s seat in front. “Are you kidding? God, I don't have time for this.”

Fooling around and trying to break into Elvis Presley’s house was for kids and tourists. If these guys thought it was going to impress her, she would be glad to correct them.

The gates opened.

“Are you sure we’re allowed?” she asked again, staring at the lights ahead and trying not to catch the eyes of the smattering of people standing outside the gates even at this hour.

Someone was sure to realise that they were not supposed to be there and they would be stopped. She wondered if the security guards really did have guns like the stories said. All sorts of crazies probably wanted to try and hurt a huge star like Elvis; there could be FBI snipers in the trees.

“It’s okay,” Steve said finally, though his tight jaw didn’t exactly make him seem convincing.

The way that Dave shushed Joanne when she was laughing and squealing with excitement about seeing inside Elvis’ house also didn’t fill Aurora with a huge amount of confidence.

It seemed deathly quiet and still as they went in the back. Aurora thought there should have been music, maybe ‘Hound Dog’ playing on a jukebox like they were stepping into one of his movies. Her aunt Phyllis would be green with envy that she was there.

The guys crowded them in so it was hard to see exactly where ‘there’ was. Muted lighting, stairs, a lot of wood, and then a… a tent?

“So, where's Elvis?!” Joanne asked, as they took in the busy pleated material sweeping out from the ceiling and draping down the walls surrounding the pool table.

It made Aurora feel like she was trapped in her bed covers. She took in a strangled breath to reassure herself that she still could. Meanwhile, Joanne bent at the waist to check under the pool table- God, how much had she had to drink?!- as if Elvis could be lying in wait under there.

“You think he'd sing ‘Don't be Cruel’ for me? That was my favorite when I was little.”

“He's probably sick of singing it,” Aurora told her, grabbing Jo's arm and shoving her sideways onto a sofa before she broke something and the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll had them in court for millions of dollars.

Their secret out in the open, the guys seemed eager to tell them about their jobs and all the dangers and intrigue it entailed. It wasn’t all fetching and carrying, they assured the girls, there were some real bad guys out there who wanted to get a shot at Elvis and they were the reason that these bad motherfuckers had never got their shot.

“You know a head honcho of the FBI said Elvis has better protection than the President,” Dave remarked, just before he potted the cue ball and swore under his breath.

“Yeah? You ever meet the President?” Joanne asked, rolling her eyes at Aurora behind her hands.

“No… No, the Boss did, though, more than one.”

“Must’ve been when you weren’t on duty,” Joanne murmured. “Seriously, where is he, your boss? Isn’t he home? He’s gotta be home if you’re here, right?”

“He likes to relax upstairs after he gets back from a tour,” Dave mumbled, racking up the pool table. “Things can get pretty intense.”

“I bet,” Joanne giggled. “All those mamas and grannies throwing their girdles at him.”

“Jo!” Aurora elbowed her and flashed an apologetic smile at the two guys.. “Sorry, a little beer on an empty stomach goes straight to her head. Can we maybe get some water?”

The guys exchanged looks again, and Steve sighed and shrugged, glancing up at a camera with a little red light on it that Aurora hadn’t noticed before.

“Sure, no problem. Follow me.” Aurora nodded and smiled, glancing back over her shoulder to watch Dave drop down into her space beside Joanne on the sofa.

“I’m sorry about Jo. She just gets over excited, she doesn’t mean nothing by it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve replied as they climbed the stairs. “You hungry? They can make pretty much anything you want in the kitchen.”

Aurora followed him into a sleek, modern kitchen, all patterns and walnut. It was like walking around a maze. She had no idea where she had come from, nor where she was going, but she was vibrating with amazement that she had finally made it inside the house on the hill.

The next time she drove past on the way to the mall she would be able to imagine what was going on inside. She could think of about fifteen customers at the salon whose toes would curl with jealousy when she told them.

There were two ladies in the kitchen, their pale matching uniforms, the only plain, unpatterned material Aurora had seen in the house so far, were stark against their skin. Aurora could feel her cheeks burning, waiting for them to point out that she shouldn’t be there and call security, but they barely paid her any mind.

Imagine having people whose job it was to just sit in your kitchen waiting for you to want a snack at one am! Aurora did catch one of the ladies glancing at her, her face unreadable, but her thoughts not impossible to imagine. She knew she was out of place, there but for the grace of Steve in her cut off jean shorts and her thrift store spaghetti strap blouse, staring starry-eyed at the glimmering glass or maybe crystal in the glass-fronted cupboards as sizzling sounds started coming from the stove. She could feel herself getting smaller, tucking in her edges and minding her manners, making less of herself so that she would be less of a blight.

“Well, what do we have here?”

The voice was soft and unmistakable, whether it was on the radio, in movie theaters, or in a strange kitchen in the middle of the night.

Everyone immediately whipped around to look, but Aurora’s brain instead made her freeze on the kitchen stool. It told her that she couldn’t turn and face Elvis Presley with her mouth full. For some reason that seemed the ultimate violation.

So, she chewed and chewed the suddenly vulcanized bread as the seconds stretched into decades. Finally, when it had become too weird, she tried to force the ball of dough down her throat and ended up almost choking, swilling it down with a frantic gulp of water.

“Steve, son, if you’re gonna sneak pretty girls into my house at least don’t try and kill ‘em in my kitchen. It’s, uh, bad for business.”

A warm weight rested on her shoulder and squeezed as she looked up through watery eyes at Elvis Presley, up close in person. Her brain couldn’t take it all in at once, just fragments like the black hair, the sideburns, the gold aviator sunglasses, the smile… Even with her airway clear, Aurora was not exactly breathing.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” She watched the familiar pillowy lips move as the words filled her ears, not completely in sync. His hand on her shoulder, his cologne in her nose, it was a fully immersive experience and she had already been finding it hard enough to comprehend standing in his kitchen.

“Yeah, it went down the wrong way,” she heard someone say, and it kind of sounded like her.

“Well, honey, looking at that ugly mug over there was always gonna give you indigestion. Nothing personal, Steve, you just got that look-” He laughed a little to himself. “Liable to give this young lady heartburn or something, you know.”

Steve stood awkwardly on his other side like he was trying to gauge the mood, trying to figure out whether it was time for an explanation or an apology, and Aurora was trying to feel bad for him, but all she could feel was Elvis’ hand still on her shoulder, and the sleeve of his jacket brushing against her skin. There was pressure there, like he was leaning on her a little, and she tried to stay still when her pounding heart was telling her to try and run.

“What’s your name, darlin’?” He pulled off his sunglasses and stumbled back a little, pretending that the low lighting of the kitchen was blinding, rubbing his slightly puffy eyes, before they narrowed as they fixed on her. Then it was Aurora who felt like squinting, trying to take it all in.

“I’m Aurora,” she said. Then, for some reason she thought it might make things better somehow if she added, “You have a lovely home.” As if she was an invited guest coming over for iced tea on the porch. She was such an idiot.

“Well, thank you, Aurora. Aurora, is that right?”

Her name was a little unwieldy in his mouth, like he couldn’t quite get his tongue around it. Her face burst into flames as soon as she thought about his tongue.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice, seeing as he was turning to berate Steve a little more, pointing out that at least she had some manners, unlike some people.

Elvis had gray in his sideburns, Aurora noticed, as her muscles stiffened in the tense atmosphere and she was unable to look away. It made sense, he had been about her age when he first got famous, and that had been… a while. But it was still weird to think about Elvis going gray. She couldn’t picture him as an old man. In fact, the idea made her a little sad. But then the alternative would be worse.

“Child,” he intoned suddenly, interrupting whatever he had been saying to put Steve in his place, and turning back to her with a twinkle in his eye, “you have gotta lower the beams on those pretty eyes of yours, they are practically melting my face off!”

And that, more than the gray roots and the stumbling over her name, helped Aurora’s perspective click back into focus. The fancy furniture and the maids and the cooks and the Elvis-ness of him had turned her head for a while, made her feel off kilter, but she knew this dance very well..

“Well, it’s not like I can help it when you’re standing so close to me!” she retorted playfully. “You’re not made of glass you know!”

The crooked smile crept across his face like the tide coming in and she felt herself slipping beneath the waves, drowning.

“You got some nerve, honey, I’ll give you that,” he said, shaking his head. “How ‘bout you finish eating my food and I’ll give you a real tour of this old place?”

“Look, if it means so much to you, you can have the rest of the sandwich,” she said, her careful, watchful eyes belying her teasing, irreverent tone. She knew she was in dangerous territory, her mama would have hissed a warning and cuffed her across the back of the head for being so rude, but the light that glittered in his heavy lidded eyes when she gave him some sass was too enticing to ignore. She didn’t think that too many people dared to tease Elvis Presley and that made her feel a little bad for him.

In response, he gently ‘snatched’ the glass of water she was clutching and turned it until his luscious lips were in the same place hers had been, taking a sip. She somehow froze while also melting at the same time at the glittering challenge in his gaze and the faint twitch of his eyebrow. In that moment, she realized that she had vastly miscalculated how evenly matched they were in this battle.

Luckily, she was rescued by Joanne, who had found her way upstairs and came reeling slightly into the kitchen, clutching Aurora’s jacket, and mumbling that she wanted to go home. She got as far as knocking into Aurora’s back before- and Aurora was never going to let her forget it- she shrieked:

“Oh Elvis! Oh shit!”

Without context, it would have been impossible to tell whether she had caught sight of Elvis or a mouse running across the floor. What made it funnier was the complete non-reaction of Elvis himself, and the way that he locked eyes with Aurora for a long second, as if to say, ‘See what I have to deal with?’

Then he was introducing himself to Joanne, shaking her limp hand and saying he was pleased to meet her like it was all prearranged and they hadn’t effectively broken into his house in the middle of the night.

Oh Elvis, oh shit, Aurora’s brain said helpfully, Elvis Presley is a nice guy.

Sitting in his kitchen, trying to hold a loud, flailing Joanne with one arm and not failing to notice how uncomfortable Dave and Steve looked, Aurora began to feel grimy. It was one thing to take a peek at how the other half live, to get a glimpse of a rarefied existence, but it was another thing to barge in, do questionable things on the couch and make yourself a sandwich. The goldilocks giddiness had soured into shame.

“So, um,” she began as she stepped backwards over her stool like the world’s clumsiest cowgirl, “we’re really sorry for trespassing…” She still couldn’t bring herself to say his name out loud. “And we should probably get going.”

“Well now, wait a damn minute, honey, I promised you a tour, and by God, that’s what you’re gonna get!” This time, she didn’t giggle on cue.

Aurora wasn’t clever, but she was smart. She might not have read fancy long books, but she knew people and she knew men, best of all. Her mama made sure of that, because she didn’t want her to end up the same way, fooled by some good looking lying man who looked good in a fancy borrowed suit.

It occurred to her, as she watched Dave and Steve share yet another long look, that this could all be some elaborate trick. It wasn’t like she and Joanne had asked the guys to bring them to Graceland, hadn’t twisted their arms, hadn’t even known they worked there before they brought it up. And the two guys had barely debated it before they were all suddenly getting into the cars.

What if it was a set-up? What if Dave and Steve did this regularly, went out trolling for girls to bring back for their boss? What if she had walked into some weird situation straight out of the Hollywood gossip magazines?

“I have to get home,” she said, fumbling for excuses, “I gotta get up early to take my grandma to church and I have a couple of clients after that.”

“Clients?” She didn’t understand his strange tone, but she simmered under his appraising eye, and instinctively held her jacket in front of her like it could transform into a pair of baggy pants.

“She’s a hairdresser, she cuts hair,” Steve said sulkily, defensively.

It felt like there were twelve different conversations going on in fifty different languages and it was too late and Aurora was too tired to deal with it all. It had been a fun adventure, but now it was time to go home.

“Well, you know, I've been needing a haircut myself,” Elvis remarked with a strange, sly grin on his face, looking at Steve, who was irritably shuffling his feet against the carpet. “What do you say, honey?”

“Your hair looks fine,” she replied, before turning to Steve and raising her eyebrows in a silent plea.

“No, really, if it gets any longer I’ll start looking like one of those weirdo freaks this one listens to,” Elvis joked, nodding towards Dave with his Led Zeppelin t-shirt stretched tight across his chest. “Nice guys, but complete weirdos, man.”

Aurora was pretty sure that nobody was about to get Elvis Presley and the guys from Led Zeppelin mixed up, but saying so would have taken her over that line from light teasing to downright unkindness that she would never cross.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t got my kit with me and I’m so tired, I don’t think I should be trusted with scissors.”

“I’ll go start the car,” Steve said, turning towards the kitchen door.

“No! Now, hold up, man, nobody’s going nowhere ‘til I say so. S’cuse me for a minute, ladies, I think I need to have a word here with these so-called employees of mine.” Elvis’ tone was aggravated, like he was working hard to keep it even, behaving for company.

Joanne and Aurora looked at one another, shrugged, and stepped past the door that led down to the basement and found themselves in the red carpeted foyer, looking towards the front door. They listened carefully, but could only hear murmuring from back in the kitchen.

Joanne squeezed her arm and pulled a triumphant face, hissing, “Fucking Elvis, man!”

“Shh, they might hear you.” Aurora occupied herself with staring up at the chandelier, watching the way the light was reflected back on the glass walls. She couldn’t imagine living in a house that had a chandelier. She wondered if Elvis ever marveled on it since he had grown up just as poor as her, maybe even more so.

“You think he thought we were call girls?” Joanne asked, moving to lean against the staircase and resting her head on the banisters. She yawned wide enough to show the fillings

in her back teeth. “When you said ‘clients’ they all got this weird look. Maybe he wants you to cut his hair to test your story.”

“I ain’t cutting anyone’s hair, I’m dead on my feet,” Aurora grumbled.

“Not even if he offers you a thousand dollars?”

“Well, maybe for a thousand dollars.” She sleepily contemplated what she would spend a thousand dollars on. She wondered how much a chandelier cost.

“Hell, for a thousand dollars I’d pretend to be the call girl!” They both snorted and giggled, before sighing into the still peace of the foyer.

“He looks a little different from the movies though,” Joanne observed. “He’s got… heavier.”

“Yeah,” Aurora conceded with a shrug. “Still Elvis though.” She giggled. “‘Oh Elvis! Oh Shit!’”

“Shut up!” Joanne groaned, donking her head against one of the banisters. “I bet you didn’t come out with anything deep or profound when you saw him.”

Aurora’s throat was still a little sore from where she had forced a fistful of bread through it while choking, but she kept that to herself.

Finally, Dave shuffled out to let them know they could return from exile and led them back into an empty kitchen. When he spoke, he sounded annoyed and Aurora wondered if he had got a ticking off from Elvis too. Maybe it hadn’t been a set up after all.

“C’mon.” He nodded towards a set of the stairs that curled up round a wall in the corner of the room.

“Where?” she countered.

“Look, just cut his fucking hair a little, all right? Pretend if you have to, we’ll be heading out on tour soon and he’ll have his hairdresser do it properly then anyway.”

Aurora looked at the staircase and thought about getting back into the Datsun and going home. She thought about telling the ladies at the salon about her weekend, the way they would say, ‘And what happened then?!’ And she would have to finish her surreal recount with, ‘Then I chickened out and went home.’

That would be a lame ending to the story.

And so she found herself leaning in front of Elvis Presley, examining his wet bangs as she ran them through the comb, scissors clutched in hand, standing in the most outrageously opulent bathroom she had ever seen.

“You shouldn’t wrinkle your forehead like that, you know, honey,” he observed, his breath tickling the column of her throat. “You’ll look old before your time.”

Her frown shifted from one of concentration to intense control, trying to stop herself from shivering because it felt like he was murmuring into her ear.

“My face does what it wants,” she replied finally, snipping the tiniest fragment of an inch. “I don’t have too much of a say in it. Keeps me honest, otherwise who knows what I’d be doing instead of cutting hair day and, apparently night now too.”

They had negotiated down to just trimming the bangs, and now that she was confronted with his mass of fine hair, she was grateful. Everyone knew that half the teen population back in the day had flipped their lids when they cut off Elvis’ hair in the army. Aurora didn’t want to become the target of those same women today, stronger, smarter, and old enough to own handguns.

“What would you be instead, if you could choose?” She made the mistake of looking at his face when he asked. It was a trap. Framed by dark, weary shadows, the murky blue of his eyes had all but swallowed up the pupil and it felt like they were looking at something within her, somewhere she didn’t even want to let people know existed.

“I don’t know. If you ask my memaw, there are only a few careers a girl can have with a name like mine. I picked the most respectable. There we go, all done.”

“What kind of name is Aurora anyway?” Searching, his damn eyes were searching and she couldn’t seem to distract him.

“I don’t exactly think we should be making fun of people’s names, Elvis. Especially not when some of us are holding scissors.” He snorted and laughed to himself. It sounded so young and silly that she knew it was real.

“Aurora means dawn or light. You know the Northern Lights? Those squiggly colorful lights up in the North Pole? Their real name is Aurora Borealis. And you know, Sleeping Beauty’s name was Aurora.”

It was the well worn explanation she had been trotting out since she was knee high to a cricket, not that it ever made any difference to the bemused, baffled or disdainful faces of the gangs of kids or customers at her father’s store that demanded she explain herself.

She caught sight of Elvis’ reflection studying her, but not in the way that he had been before, the way that men often studied her, appraising and pricing her up like her daddy did with cans of soup. No, this was a different kind of look.

“Dawn,” he murmured, his gaze seeming to look past her. “Sleeping…Beauty… Might be something to this…” His eyes seemed to click back into focus and he smiled at her, that crooked smirk that everyone in the world imagined in their head when someone said the name Elvis Presley. “It’s pretty, sweetheart, I was just kiddin’.”

When she followed him out of the bathroom, he mumbled, “Think fast!” And before she could even decipher his words, she was catching the tiger statue he had tossed at her. It was heavy enough it could have probably cracked her skull if she hadn’t caught it.

“Whoa, was the haircut that bad that you had to try and kill me?!”

“No, honey, it was fine, but it’s like you, you see.” She could tell something corny was coming from the silly little grin and the way he paused to laugh at himself. “It’s a roarer.” She groaned, but giggled as he laughed, his brows knitted together in a pained acknowledgement of how corny he had been.

“Woo, well, it’s lucky you’re pretty,” Aurora replied, doing what she thought was a damn fine impression of her grandma, who always said it like it was.

When Elvis snorted a little, but didn’t say anything else, she wondered if she had caught him off guard and made him a little bashful. She made a show of giving the ceramic tiger a scritch under the chin like it was a pussy cat and then went to hand it back.

“No, no,” he replied, waving his hand. “It’s yours, honey, you caught it. Them’s the rules.”

“Well, thank you… You know, it puts a whole new perspective on those folks you gave cars to. They probably belong in a circus.” He didn’t reply, just sat down on his bed and shuffled back against the pillows, picking up one of the books that lay strewn across the comforter.

Not knowing quite what she was supposed to do, she petted the tiger under her arm and started edging towards the door. If she couldn’t make a glamorous exit, she could at least minimize the awkwardness of it.

“Hey, you know…” Her eyes fixed on him as she did her little side shuffle, she saw him glance up from his book and his expression go from open to frowning. “Where you goin’?”

I thought we were… I thought you were waiting for me to leave.” He shook his head, looking slightly irritated, and then patted the bed heavily by his legs.

Aurora thought of Steve waiting downstairs and then shrugged, walking over to the bed. You didn’t ignore an Elvis for a Steve. She perched on the edge of his bed and watched as he rooted around on his nightstand, sliding on a pair of gold framed glasses and shooting her a sheepish look.

“The lightning of the Word will illumine the abysses.

New, new, new ones, beautiful ones, sensitive ones,

Exalted ones, will be assembled.

The Teacher has entrusted thee to manifest Him.” He read it like poetry or scripture and it sounded dramatic and lovely to Aurora’s ears, but then he stopped and he looked at her like she was supposed to do or say something. It was like standing at the front of the class on book report day with nothing in her hands. Her face burned all the way back to her ears.

“You ever heard anything like that before, honey?” he asked finally, his eyes back to scanning the text, leaving her to writhe in her ignorance and humiliation.

“No, I don’t think so.” She looked longingly at the black padded door standing open and then down at her tanned toes, half submerged in the thick red shag pile carpet as if her sandals weren’t even there. “I was never too good in school.”

“School,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You don’t learn nothing worth knowing in school. I mean no disrespect to the teachers, but-” He sighed loudly. “You know most people use but one percent of their brains, one percent! Just focussing on the Mickey Mouse shit, uh, workin’ and paying the bills and having a good time, coveting their fuckin’ neighbor’s whatever… Never knowing what’s really important.”

Aurora stared at him as he continued his diatribe, a little impressed at how he weaved in foulmouthed quotes from the Bible. Nobody was going to believe this was how she spent her Saturday night.

“I’ve been studying all this a long time, it takes discipline and dedication. Honey, why don’t you come on up here and get comfortable?” He gestured to the space beside him on the pillows, the space usually occupied by glamorous models and beauty queens, one of whom was beaming with fierce intensity at her from a framed picture on the dark wood unit against the wall.

“Um, can I bring Muffin?” He lifted an eyebrow and she tilted the tiger she still had tucked into her hip. “I named him Muffin.”

“Well, I was talking to Muffin anyhow, but I guess he can bring you.” He shook his head, his cheekbones brimming as he smirked and watched her shuck her sandals and clamber up gracelessly from the bottom of the bed. “You’re kinda silly.” He leant forward and gave her a lightning fast kiss on the lips, just warm and wet and gone. “I like that.”

And then he read to her, for over an hour. Sleepily leaning against the pillow, Aurora slid her finger underneath the stretchy strap of her watch as it was pressing into her skin. Her eyes caught sight of the time and she pushed herself up, feeling a little dazed and dizzy.

Having sunk back into his pillows too, Elvis was still reading, his voice barely above a whisper and he didn’t seem to notice her sitting up. Tentatively, she reached out and touched his arm and then said his name. It took him a beat or two to register the interruption.

“It’s getting really late,” she said apologetically. “I think I should go find Steve, he’s my ride home.”

“Aw, honey, he went, he’s gone.”

Aurora smiled anxiously, not sure if he was joking. “He better not be. It’s a long walk back to my house.”

“I’ll have someone take you home, don’t worry about that,” he murmured, his words slipping and sliding together.

“Well, It’s getting pretty late,” she said again.

He lowered his book and went to say something, but seemingly changed his mind. Instead, he reached over with a grunt and picked up the phone, gruffly asking who was on duty. Aurora busied herself with slipping back into her shoes and hefting Muffin back onto her hip.

Elvis put down the receiver of the red phone and climbed off the bed.

“I’d like to see you again, if that’s okay with you?” The way he said it was oddly formal and solemn, a complete contrast to the way he had teasingly beckoned her onto his bed earlier. It threw her enough that she forgot to be overwhelmed.

“Sure!” She cringed inwardly at how high pitched her voice sounded and tried to clear her throat discreetly.

“Let me take down your number and I'll call you.”

Elvis rifled through the contents of his nightstand and snatched up a pen and then, with a shrug, opened the front cover of his book.

It was about then that Aurora's brain caught up with the situation and her hand shook as she reached for the pen and scrawled ‘Aurora + Muffin’ alongside her number on the inside cover of his book. When she handed it back, he teased her by turning the book upside as he squinted at it.

“What is this, hieroglyphics?!”

And Aurora laughed goodnaturedly, even though she had been teased her whole time at school for her poor penmanship and inability to improve it. She laughed even though, as a rule, she never let anyone get away with making fun of the things she couldn’t change. Something about him defused all those defenses designed to detonate on a hair trigger.

Aurora felt Elvis follow her to the bedroom door without seeing him. It was a weird feeling, like wearing a heavy cape made of ice. She was almost afraid to check in case it all evaporated like a dream and she woke up in her pilling pink blankets and worn rosebud sheets.

The heavy, warm hand that came to rest on her shoulder was a surprise and a reassurance then, as she felt him turn her. She took a step back, since he was that much taller and they were standing so close together that she was face to face with the dip at the base of his throat, able with microscopic clarity to see the way his golden chest hair curled behind the thick gold chain he was wearing with the strange symbol that looked to her eyes like a musical note with extra parts.

“Um, sorry,” she murmured, looking away, even though he had been the one to crowd her. He smiled softly, angling his head and pressing his soft full lips against hers. She jolted, almost choking again, and saved herself by grabbing hold of him, clutching at his waist, thick but firm, with her free hand and pressing in against him. His lips were soft and lush, like no other man’s she had kissed before. They tickled and teased, and sent shivers that spread down her spine and radiated through her body.

When his tongue first brushed and then slid against hers, she let out a little whine that had him huffing a laugh and drawing back, his hand cradling her jaw.

“You sure you gotta go, baby?” he asked softly in that low, intimate voice that made her legs quiver. “We could just sleep, you know. I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t try anything.”

“I trust you,” she replied, though she wasn’t sure she did. “It’s me I don’t trust.” Which was one hundred percent true.

He pulled her in again by her chin, but she still wasn’t ready as they both exhaled in playful frustration. She nibbled on his ripe bottom lip even as she was pulling away.

Aurora made it to the outer door that led to the stairs before he called her back.

“Hey Tiger!” She let her shoulders and face slump with indignation as she realized she had answered to the silly name. “We’re going to see each other again, sweetheart.” She smiled at the previously unimaginable picture she was walking away from- Elvis Presley framed by the light in a doorway, his hair rumpled and tousled (her fault) and his mouth wet and swollen (even more her fault). “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find.”

“Sure.” Frowning a little through her smile, she nodded and turned back to the stairs. Was he talking about himself or was he talking about her? Maybe he was talking about Muffin. She hefted the tiger a little higher under her arm and clumped down the stairs, blearily opening the front door to greet the dawn.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 5 months ago

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Gucci King

Pairing- Tae x Named Reader

Word count- 4.2k

Includes- Semi public sex, brief blow job, table sex, missionary, oral, pussy eating, fingering, cum eating, cock riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Joanne”

I turn around from the table of clothes in folding to see my supervisor walk towards me

“Yeah?”

“He’s coming again. He just called. In an hour. He requested you again, so you have to stay ok?”

I know who he’s talking about

Kim, Taehyung from BTS

It’s no secret that Taehyung loves Gucci

And I happen to work at the biggest Gucci store in Seoul

Since he’s famous, he can’t really go out in public much

So when he or any of the other guys want to shop here, they come after closing

Or we close the store for them, which is what’s happening today

“Oh ok”, I answer

“Show him all the new items we got in the back. Get him whatever he wants. You know what to do.”

I nod

Taehyung comes once or twice a month every month this past year I’ve been working here

And he always requests me to help him

Just me

And all the employees and managers leave when he comes

They don’t want to crowd him

So it’s just me and him in the store

Alone

I’m not dumb I know how hot he is

But his personality is what made me fall in love with him

He’s sweet, caring, thoughtful, funny and unique

His smile kills me

He talks to me while I show him the clothes and accessories

He stays for a long time every time he comes

I always wonder why he picked me to help him

I was here one day last year, working until closing

I was told that a celebrity was coming after closing and when he came I had to leave

The manager handled all the celebrities who came in

When he came, I was in the back, pulling out clothes to be displayed the next day

My manager walked in with the guy

“Joanne, you can go home now”

“Ok.”, I turn and my voice caught in my throat

Kim, Taehyung or V from BTS was standing next to him

‘Don’t look shocked. Be professional’ , I thought to myself

I smiled at him, “Hello. I hope you have a good time shopping here.”

He was staring at me, wide eyed

Why, I’ll never know

There’s nothing special about me

At all

I looked at my manager, “I’ll see you tomorrow”

I looked back at V and said, “Goodnight”

He just stared

I smiled again and high tailed it out of there

Outside I was calm but inside I was dying

Taehyung was there, staring at me

Hopefully I didn’t come off as too much of a fool.

Apparently I didn’t because the next day my manager told me that Taehyung requested me to help him next time he came in

So I’ve been here every time he comes

I always get so excited when he comes

I love spending time with him, even though I’m working

I just want to kiss him and tell him how I feel

That I love him

But I never will

First because I’ll get fired and I need this job badly because I have a 14 month old baby to take of

She’s my everything and I need this job to provide for her

I’m all she has

Her father left as soon as I told him I was pregnant

Haven’t heard from him since

Second because it’s fucking Kim, Taehyung, why in the world would he want to be with me out of everyone in the world?

A nothing special 24 year old with a baby?

He wouldn’t

I’m not delusional

And I’d die of embarrassment from the eventual rejection

So I keep my mouth shut and just be happy I can even talk to him without body guards

Tae comes in an hour later

I’m still fixing those damn displays

“Hey Jo”

I yelp as I turn to him

“Oh Tae, I mean Mr. Kim, I didn’t see you come in.”

He laughs, “It’s ok Jo, your manager let me in and left. No one else is here.”

“Thank god”

I breathe a sigh of relief

If my manager heard me call him Tae I’d get yelled at

The first time I spoke to Tae, I called him Mr. Kim

He said I didn’t have to call him that, so instead I said “V”

He didn’t like that either

“So what do you want me to call you?” I asked

“Tae”

“What? I can’t call you that”

“Why not?”

“Because my manager will kill me. And you’re famous and you don’t know me…”

“It’s ok. I want you to call me Tae. In front of your manager you can call me Mr. Kim so you don’t get in trouble but when were alone, call me Tae.”

“Uh..ok…I guess that’s ok”, I relented, “You can call me Jo for short. If you want. Joanne is fine too.”

God I’m so awkward

“Alright”, he smiled

Fuck, his smile

It’s gorgeous

“Thanks.”

Ever since then he calls me Jo and I call him Tae

“So what did you come to get this time Tae? Another shirt? Belt? Shoes?”, I ask

“You”

My head snaps up to him

I totally didn’t hear that correctly

He didn’t say “you”

Right?

No way

I’m just hearing things

“Uh, what did you say?”, I ask

“You. I came for you”

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Tae POV

She's staring at me like a deer in headlights

“Mmm….me? What are you talking about?”

I had a thing for this girl the first time I saw her

She’s fucking beautiful with her big eyes, long hair, gorgeous smile and body to die for

First it was just lust

I just wanted to fuck her

But when I got to know her, I fell for her

Hard

She’s all I fucking think about

I don’t even want to buy anything when I come here but I do just so I can see her

After seeing her last time, I can’t do it anymore

I want her to be mine

I love her

So I came to get her

And have fun too

“You, Joanne. I want you. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I keep coming here. For you”

“I….I…”, she stutters

I quickly close the distance between us and kiss her soft lips

Fuck, it’s everything I wanted and more

I pull her against me and her arms go to my neck, holding me to her

The kiss gets more heated and I’m so fucking happy right now

I pick her up and put her on the table next to me so she’s eye level with me

I attach my lips back to hers and she lets me slip my tongue in her mouth

Her tongue brushes mine and fire shoots through me

I drag my lips down, kissing her neck. She moans a little and I’m so turned on

I want her

I’ve been waiting for this for a long time

I whisper in her ear, “Baby, I want you. Now”

“Tae…I don’t…I don’t know..”, she gasps from the kisses I’m giving her, “Please. You don’t know how much I’ve dreamed about this.”

“Y….you have?”, she asks

“Yes. I want to be with you so badly, make you scream my name and moan. I want to make you cum over and over again. I’ve been waiting so long to do it. Please. Is that something you want?”

I hope to god it is

I’ve imagined making her cum so many times and I want to do it already

“Yes Tae, I want that. I want you.”

I kiss her lips again and pull her off the table

For now

I take her shirt off, kiss down her body until I get to her pants which I pull down quickly, along with her panties

Then I kiss back up her body and take her bra off

She rips my shirt off my head and undoes my belt, dropping my pants down to my ankles

Just as she reaches for my boxers, I hold her hands and say, “Wait”

She looks up at me confused

I just smile and say, “I want to see you first. Cuz once you take these off of me I won’t be able to control myself”

She bites her lip and nods

I move back and take her in

She is so hot

I never thought she’d look like this with the clothes she wears to work

Clothes that cover everything

The huge breasts

The tattoos she has on her hips, her sides, her ribs, her collarbone, the front of her thighs

She has one arm covered in a sleeve tattoo

She has a belly piercing and what I think is two hip piercings

God I just want to lick her body everywhere

“Jesus Jo, I didn’t know you were so fucking sexy”, I say, touching her tattoos and hip piercings

She shivers at my touch

“Please Tae, I’m nothing compared to you and your beautiful body”, she says as she starts touching me

She reaches down again and pulls my boxers off

She looks down and her eyes widen, "Fuck Tae, that’s huge!”

It is?

I mean I don’t know

I don’t go around looking at other guys to compare to

I feel her touch me and I jump, surprised

“It’s ok baby”, she says

My heart burst in joy when she calls me baby

Fuck, I love it

She wraps her hand around me and starts moving it up and down

I moan from the pleasure and close my eyes

I haven’t had sex or had anyone touch me in the year since I’ve known her

I couldn’t, all I wanted was her

No one else compares

She doesn’t know it but she ruined all other girls for me

It’s just her

I’m so into what she’s doing that I jump when I feel her mouth on me

My eyes fly open and I look down

She’s sucking my cock

And she’s amazing at it

All of me is in her mouth

But she’s not gagging

Christ

She’s moving her head back and forth, sucking and licking at the same time

I didn’t even feel her go down on her knees

I move her hair and hold it in a ponytail

“Jesus baby, your mouth feels incredible”, I moan

I see her smile as she continues

I’m so close but I can’t cum now

I want to make her cum over and over like I always wanted to

And I can’t do that if I’m not hard

I gently push her head away

She looks up at me, questioning me with her eyes

“Stand up”, I say and she does

I pick her up, put her on the table and open her legs wide

I don’t waste anytime, I need her now

I push inside and she shouts

Christ, she’s so tight and so soaked

I made her that way

“Jesus Jo, you fit around me so fucking well. Like you were made for me”

She feels incredible

Better than I could ever imagine

Once I’m all the way in, I pull almost all the way out then slam back in

“Tae!”, she moans

I pull her closer to the edge of the table and start to mercilessly pound into her I kiss her while I move- her lips, her neck, her chest

“Baby you feel so good. So fucking tight”

She just moans

Then I suck on her nipple and she goes crazy, thrusting her hips to me as I slam inside

My cock hits a spot inside her and she screams, clutching my arms tightly

“There Tae, Fuck me, don’t stop”

I found her spot and I slam into her in there over and over, with her screaming louder after every thrust

“You like it there baby girl? There?”, I tease

“Fuck Tae yes!”, she moans, “Call me that again Tae. I love it”

“Baby girl?”

She nods, “More Tae, more”

“Anything for you baby girl”

The next time I thrust in that spot, her body shakes and she screams my name when she orgasms, “Taehyung! Yes baby! Oh god!”

Feeling her cum is the best feeling in the world

She's clenching my cock so tightly and it feels amazing when I push in

But the best is her reaction

How tightly she holds on my body, her face in my neck screaming my name and her shaking

I keep pumping in her and still hitting that same spot over and over

“Tae, fuck Tae”, she yells moving away from my neck, “Tae, if you keep….ggg…going…I’m..ggg…gonna..”

“Yes baby. I want you to cum again. I love the way you feel. I want to watching you. You’re fucking stunning when you cum.”

“God Tae, you’re fucking amazing”

I smile and kiss her, still thrusting

“Tae, Tae”, she moans

I feel her getting ready

“Jo, baby girl, cum baby. Cum on my cock again. I love when you do.”

“Taehyung, Taehyung, oh Taehyung”, she screams as her orgasm goes through her

Fuck, fuck

She feels so good

“Again”, I yell, thrusting hard hitting that place again ruthlessly, her pussy spasming hard around my cock

“Tae! Tae, if you keep…”

“Slamming the spot, you’ll keep coming?”

She nods

“Good. I’m not stopping”

“Tae!”, she moans

“I told you I want to make you cum again and again. That’s what I’m going to do”

“Fuck”, she cries

It’s fucking amazing

I thrust into her a few times and she cums within seconds, every time

I get her to orgasm three more times this way

“Tae. I can’t....I”, she cries

“Yes you can. Please again baby girl. Again”, I beg

Another slam and she screams, coming again, her back arching and I have to hold her up

“Yes baby girl. Fuck yes. You’re so beautiful”

I pull out when she stops shaking and lay her down on the table

I’m not done with her yet

Not for awhile

I kiss down her body

When I get to her hip piercings, I lick them

“Mnmmm”, she moans softly

I bite on one and pull a little

“Tae”, she whimpers

Now it’s my turn to get on my knees When I kneel, her pussy is right by my mouth

Right where I want to be

I open her legs

Damn

She’s wet again

And she has a piercing there

In her clit

“Fuck, did that hurt?”, I ask

“Huh?”, she asks

“The ring you have here”

“Oh no. I forgot about it. I lost a bet and had to do it. I never took it out”

Interesting

I can’t wait to play with it

I lick up her pussy and she jerks

“Tae, what?”

“I wanna play baby girl. Let me”

She moans nodding

I just smile and lick her again

“Fuck”, she groans

I move my tongue rapidly and she whimpers softly

Finally I lick her clit and she shouts

I close my mouth on it and suck making her shake

I play with her piercing, licking around and on it but when I bite and tug it, is when she screams and her hips fly up pushing her into my mouth more

She puts her hand in my hair and pulls

I groan in her when she does that

It feels good

While I pull at her piercing, I slide two fingers in her and she jumps again

I start pumping my fingers while I fuck her clit with my mouth

“Fuck, Tae how are you fucking good at everything? Your tongue, your hands, your fingers, your cock. You’re amazing with everything”

Her words make me happy and really boost my confidence

After a minute, she pulls my hair hard as she cums

I pull my fingers out and keep licking her

I taste some of her and I’m blown away by how incredible she is

I keep going moving to her clit again and back down to the rest of her pussy

“Baby girl”, I call her between licks

“Hmmmm?”

“I want you to cum on my tongue ok?”

“Shit Tae”

“Please? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes baby. Anything you want”, she answers

“Good girl”

My tongue slips inside her and she cries out

“Fuck, it feels so good baby”

I move my tongue and she yells, shaking and coming all over my tongue

Fuck, she’s so good

I can’t get enough of her

I lick her inside again and she orgasms again

“Mmmm”, I moan, loving her taste and swallowing her cum

I pull away letting her lay on the table for a minute, breathing heavily, while I sit on a chair, breathing heavy too

She sits up and she looks at me then gets off the table and comes closer

“You want something Tae?”

I nod

She smirks, “What do you want?”

“You”

“You want me to do what?”, she laughs, “Tell me what you want baby. I’ll do anything you want”

She so hot

So I tell her what I want

“I want you to ride me and fuck me hard baby girl.”

She instantly climbs on my lap and slides down my cock until I’m all in

Then she moves, going up and slamming down on me

“Fuck”, I moan and grab her hips

“Baby”, she moans in my ear, “You feel so fucking good. You’re so hard. I love you in me”

Jesus she says all the right things to get me off

“I want you in me all the time”

“Fuck Jo. I don’t ever want to leave either”

She kisses my neck and pulls my hair while squeezing my cock while she moves

“Jo, god, baby girl”, I yell

“Cum Tae. You let me cum so many times. I want you to now”

I tighten my grip on her hips and I take over, slamming her on me, just listening to her screams

I love making her scream

I’m getting closer, just a few more slams and I’m gonna cum

“Taehyung!”, she screams as she explodes again

Feeling her cum makes me orgasm too

“Joanne! Baby fuck!”, I shout, coming inside her.

Oh god it feels so fucking good

“Tae, Tae, Taehyung”, she screams and I’m shocked when she cums again

“Tae” she whispers, laying her head on my shoulder

I wrap my arms around her, holding her close

I reach up and run my fingers in her hair

I have to tell her how I feel

Right now

I don’t want her to think I just wanted sex from her

I want so much more

“Joanne”, I call

“Yea Tae?”, she answers

“I love you”

She lifts her head and looks at me

“What?”

“I love you. This wasn’t just about sex Jo. I’ve fallen in love with you and I want to be with you”, I say looking down

Waiting for the rejection

Why would she want to be with an idol, whose always busy, who goes on tours for months at a time?

But I want her to know that I’ll make time for her, that she doesn’t have to worry, she’ll be my number one always.

“I love you too Tae”, she says

I lift my head so fast to look at her

She’s smiling at me

She reaches up and cups my face

“I fell in love with you too, all these months you’ve been coming here. I get so excited to just see you and talk to you”

My body fills with joy

She loves me too

“We can be together?”, I ask excitedly

My heart drops when she says, “I don’t know Tae.”

“Why Jo? Is it because I’m an idol? Because I promise you’ll be my number one starting right now. I promise I will spend time with you. I’ll take you to photo shoots, music video sets and when I go on tour. Please Joanne. I don’t want anyone else but you. You’re the only girl I think about, the only one I can even look at.”

“Tae…it’s not about you being an idol. I believe that you’ll spend time with me. That’s not an issue.”, she says

“Then what is it baby? What’s wrong?”

“Tae. There’s something you don’t know. Something that no guy, idol or not, doesn’t want to deal with”

No way

There’s nothing that will make me not want to be with her

I’ll do whatever I have to to call her mine

“What is it Jo? Nothing you say will make me not want to be with you. So just tell me so I can tell you it’s not an issue”, I smile at her

“I uh…I have a daughter”

That’s it?

That’s what she thinks will make me run away?

No way

“She’s uh, a year and two months. Her father left when he found out I was pregnant. I don’t have any family here. My mom brought me here when I was little. But she died a few years ago. So I’m on my own with my baby. She’s at daycare now. ”, she explains, “It’s just not something anyone wants to deal with. I get it. She’s not theirs and I don’t expect anyone but me to take care of her. But once a guy hears "baby", they run. You’re an idol Tae. You’re young. You shouldn’t have to be with a girl who has a baby and can’t put you first. And your ARMYS will be so upset. It’s just a bad deal for you all around.”

She’s looking down

I lift her head and brush hair from her face

“Joanne, I don’t care that you have a baby. I love kids. I can’t wait to be a dad and have kids. Family is most important to me. I’m not running away because you have a baby. It doesn’t scare me. I don’t care that I’m an idol, I don’t care if ARMYS are mad. I love them but I’m not letting them tell me who to love or be with. And I love you. I want you. I can help you with your baby. I can be dad if you’ll let me. I just want you”

She's shocked but she’s smiling too

“Will you be with me baby?”, I ask her again

She nods, “Yeah Tae. Yes. I want that so much”

I pull her to me and kiss her

I finally have her

When we pull away I ask her, “So what’s my baby’s name?”

She starts tearing up, “Tae are you sure?”

“Baby, I’m positive. I know I’ll love her when I meet her. I love her mom and I know she’s going to be just as awesome. And I promise I can be dad, ok?”

I love kids

Kids have always been part of a future I want

And I want a lot of them

Her having a baby doesn’t scared me one bit and I’m actually excited to be a dad to her baby

I don’t know how but I know she's my one and I’m never letting her go

And that includes her baby

She nods tears running down her face, “Yes Tae. If you really want to”

“I do. What’s her name?”

“Emery”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thank you”

“Maybe we should get dressed baby?”

She giggles and it’s the cutest sound in the world

She climbs off me and starts putting her clothes on

I follow and do the same

Once we’re dressed, I tell her, “I still have to buy something so your manager doesn’t get suspicious.”

“Oh ok”, she says

I go to the woman’s section this time and I grab some clothes for her

A few shirts and jeans

I hope they fit her

“Here”, I give them to her

“Uh Tae. These are girl clothes”, she points out

“I know. They’re for you.”

“What? Tae no, I don’t need clothes.”

“Yes you do. I’m the Gucci king and you need Gucci clothes to be my Gucci queen”, I joke

She looks at me and bursts out laughing

“Ok, but I can buy them myself", she giggles

“No you’re not. I want to buy them for you.”

“Tae, I’m not gonna let you start buying me things ok? I can buy my own stuff. I’m not with you for your money”, she argues

“I know that. But I want to do this for you now. Please just let me.”

“Fine but just this. No more”, she gives in

“Yeah yeah, ok”, I say

“Tae!”

“Ok baby. Ok”

I pay for the clothes, then ask her what she’s doing now.

“I have to get Emery now.”

“Oh good. I’ll come with you”

She stares at me in disbelief, "You want to come?”

“Yeah Jo. I wanna see her. I’m going to be around her all the time. I’m sure she’s beautiful like her mom.”

She blushes, “Ok Tae”

She locks the store and I grab her hand

“Tae, uh there are people around. Shouldn’t we keep it a secret?”, she asks

“No Jo. I don’t care. You’re mine and I’m proud that you are.”

She smiles, “I love you Tae.”

I lean down and kiss her

“I love you Joanne”

We leave, walking with our hands intertwined

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peonierose · 6 months ago

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Luna Valeria Auclair (OC)

A/N: I wanted to re-introduce my OC Luna. I’ve been thinking long and hard and just wanted to share some more things about my OC. I decided I will not be using a fc for the foreseeable future 🥰

I also included more info on Luna’s family and her triplet cousins as well 🥰🩷

You can also find all my stories on my Masterlist

Full name: Luna Valeria Auclair

Nicknames: Lunes & Lu by Bryce Lahela (OH), Moonbeam (by her grandpa and her dad), Loonsey & Loon-Moon (by her mom & grandma), Sugarplum (by her best friend Maxine), Looney (By her cousins)

Love Interest: Bryce Lahela (Open Heart)

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Birthday: June, 27th

Zodiac Sign: Cancer ♋️

Nationality: American

Born: Honolulu, Hawaii 🌺

Face Claim: none for now

Hair: dark blonde, long and wavy

Height: 5‘0 feet tall

Eyes: Blue-green with a slight aquamarine tint

Education: Luna got her Bachelor of Fine Arts at the University of Hawaii. She specialized in ceramics, drawing painting + sculpture.

She teaches art at the University of Hawaii.

(Though Luna would love to have her own art gallery in Honolulu, Hawaii).

Family: Luna is an only child (for now, though that might change soon).

Luna’s parents:

Grace Amanda Auclair, Luna’s mom is an English teacher at McKinley High (Luna’s old Highschool).

Brian James Auclair, Lunas mom and dad are both from the Chicago area. Brian worked in finance at his father’s company. He comes from a wealthy family- his parents are from new money. They were very strict, and technically he didn't need to work at his fathers company, but he didn't want to be like all the other rich people who lived of off their trust fund. He wanted to earn his money.

The day he met Grace, they were both on their lunch break. Grace spilled her coffee on Brian's shirt and felt so embarrassed. She wanted to pay for dry cleaning, but Brian wouldn't hear it. Later on they kept talking for what seemed like hours. They promised to see each other again on the next day. They met every day for coffee until Brian had the courage to ask her out. They dated for a while before they became official.

Sadly Brian's parents didn't approve of his love with Grace, and they made him choose. Grace wanted to break things off. She didn't want to be the cause of a rift between his parents. But Brian chose Grace and that's the last day he spoke to his parents. They disowned him afterwards.

With some savings they both decided they wanted to make a fresh start. Grace quit her job as an English teacher and Brian quit his job in finance. They packed their belongings and moved to Honolulu, Hawaii. Where Brian opened up his flower shop called »Orchid's Paradise«. He always had a knack for flowers.

They got married and he took his wife’s name (Auclair). He hasn’t spoken to his parents ever since. Though he has a beautiful family now and he couldn’t care less.

Luna‘s aunt, uncle and her triplet cousins:

Joanne Dahlia Auclair (her aunt; maternal side)

Joseph Alexander Auclair (her uncle; maternal side)

Skyler Tristan Auclair (Luna‘s cousin; maternal side)

Soraya Emilia Auclair (Luna‘s cousin; maternal side)

Evangeline Rose Auclair (Luna‘s cousin; maternal side)

Luna‘s cousins have their own wedding planning business called »Sunset Moments«

Luna‘s grandparents:

Angelina Lilly Auclair (Luna’s grandma; maternal side - they share the same birthday - June 27th).

Grayson Oleander Auclair (Luna‘s grandpa; maternal side - a former defense attorney, now retired).

Auclair Family Tree

Auclair Triplets (Luna‘s cousins)

Likes:

- mangos

- cherries

- herb sauce for her fries

- guava

- Haupia (Hawaiian dessert)

- mangas (Bryce loves comics) she would love to do a collab of a manga that features Hawaii

- Luna loves to take old furniture and make it into something new / or restore it to its former glory

- peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with banana slices (Just like Elvis Presley)

Dislikes:

- toxic people

- negative energy

- dishonesty

- liars

- the word »glib« whatever that means

Personality: bubbly and sunshiny. Very open, honest, loyal, generous, a true sweetheart. Though hurt the people she loves? And you should better run.

Friends: She has her best friend Maxine Moore, who’s a tattoo artist based in Honolulu, Hawaii 🩷

Adam Sinclair who she went to school with. They went on one date but found out they’re better off as friends.

Amber Merchant - a popular photographer who took this photo of Luna 🥰

Luna‘s favorite Hawaiian proverbs:

Kahuna Nui Hale Kealohalani Makua – “Love all you see, including yourself.”

Aloha Aku No, Aloha Mai No – (I give my love to you, you give your love to me.)

Ua ola no i ka pane a ke aloha – (There is life in a kindly reply.)

‘A’OHE PU’U KI’EKI’E KE HO’A’O ‘IA E PI’I – (No cliff is so tall it cannot be climbed.)

12 things about Luna:

🌺 plays the ukulele

🌺 her hair was as pale as moonlight and that’s how she got the name Luna

🌺 She got her nickname ”Looney“ from watching Looney Tunes as a kid

🌺 dances Hula

🌺 peonies & lilacs are among her favorite flowers

🌺 she was once stung by a jellyfish and got a tiny star shaped scar from it

🌺 allergic to ginger

🌺 thinks grasshoppers are creepy (though spiders are cute)

🌺 played soccer in grade school and in high school she switched to volleyball and tennis

🌺 was on the cheer squad together with her cousin Soraya (who was the cheer captain)

🌺 Had a belly button piercing but it got infected so she had to remove it.

🌺 Luna struggles with anxiety and can't handle large crowds. She's had help from her family, but also from her therapist. She goes there from time to time. Not as often as she did before she met Bryce. Art is like therapy for her. That's why she likes to paint or create to help her relax. Because some days are harder than others. She quit her job in Boston, because she was bullied by her boss. She didn't feel good to work in a toxic work environment like that. Bryce wasn't really happy in Boston either. They both missed home, so they moved back to Honolulu, Hawaii and Keiki went with them. (I explored that in my story By a Landslide)

#Luna Valeria Auclair #OC #open heart #choices fic writers creations #Intro of my OC

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flowercrowngods · 1 year ago

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just a teeny tiny little wintering kid fic thing for @cxwzkeys featuring transmasc!eddie/steve/johnny (that punk from family video) ❄️

Babies are the most punk rock thing to exist. Well, according to Eddie, they’re the most metal thing ever, but Eddie can’t be right about everything. They had lengthy arguments about it — lengthy only because they were busy laughing and kicking and fighting dirty about it (read: Steve distracted them both with kisses and scalp massages).

Secretly, Johnny decided that Val is their metal baby and Sue is their punkrock baby. Valerie Amalia Munson, born into the world during a glorious summer storm and crying her lungs out. “Most metal ever,” Eddie had breathed, exhausted and sweaty and so, so warm after giving birth to their babygirl.

And Johnny let’s them have it.

But Sue? Suzie Joanne? With her wild, blonde mane that Johnny likes to pretend to spike up into a mohawk? Oh, she’s his little punkrock baby, alright. Especially with that little pointy hat she’s wearing right now, sleeping soundly in her papa Steve’s arms while he caresses chubby red cheek whispering nonsensical promises to her sleeping form. It never fails to make Johnny smile, even as Joyce has him wrapped up in a conversation about… something. He’s not listening. Not when that’s his babygirl sleeping so soundly in the arms he knows can make anyone feel safe.

Joyce stops talking and follows his eyes, her hand coming up to Johnny’s forearm as she strokes him gently, as though she understands and forgives him.

“She’s beautiful,” she says.

“Yeah,” Johnny says. “She is.” Then, remembering where he is, he snaps out of it and looks back at Joyce, who has this awfully gentle look on her face, her eyes almost watery. She knows. She’s a parent, and she knows.

She had two little punkrock babies, too, even though Big and Baby Byers are a lot more normie about it.

He grins at her and motions for her to follow him. “How ‘bout we make some hot chocolate for those two, hm?”

“Oh, you deserve one just as much,” Joyce says, lightly nudging his shoulder as they walk through Steve’s winter holiday home — it should still be a crime that this exists, but Johnny knows how excited his idiot lovers get about snow, so he’ll pause the agenda for two weeks, in the name of stars in Steve’s and Eddie’s eyes. But after that, it is on!

“But I didn’t—“

“Yes, you did,” Joyce says, gathering all the stuff she needs to make her infamous holiday hot chocolate — these should really be capitalised, in his very secret opinion. “You’re doing a lot, all three of you, raising those two wonderful girls. And you’re doing enough. You deserve a treat about it even if you’re not drowning in house and care work, boy, when will you learn that?”

Johnny smiles sheepishly, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, not really comfortable with the easy affection just because.

“Sorry, ma’am. Yes, ma’am.”

“Now that’s what I wanna hear. Come, help me.”

And so he does. They work in silence, the entire situation still so unreal to him. Standing in this lavish kitchen in his big house somewhere in the middle of nowhere as humongous flakes of snow keep falling outside while he can walk around here in socks.

Some part about him wants to be angry about it. But another part is just… calm. Happy. Indulgent.

They get to have this, get to invite Steve’s found family here each year before the rest of Eddie’s and Johnny’s will arrive, too, for two weeks of winter fun.

Two weeks where his little family gets reminded of how big it actually is. It takes a village, they say — and man, they really actually almost got one. It’s insane. He loves them all so much.

The rest are lounging around the fire, with a very mortified-looking Hopper trying not to move as a two-year-old little metal gremlin girl spends her nap time sleeping on his stomach.

Johnny grins as he meets his eyes, saluting to him with too much cheek, knowing it will land him face-first in the snow later, but he doesn’t care as he carefully balances three too-large mugs of hot chocolate in his hands, walking over to his best guys over on bank by the large window.

Steve has stopped whispering things to his little banshee girl and is gently swaying her this way and that instead — Johnny wonders if he’s aware he’s doing it.

He watches for a moment, just to take it on, just to feel again how unreal everything is. Still he can’t help the smile as he steps closer and presses a kiss to the crown of Steve’s head, who hums in affection.

“Need me to take over?” he asks, finishing off with another kiss. “Take her for a while?”

Steve shakes his head, leaning back slightly to look up at him, his head bumping into Johnny’s stomach as he does, earning himself another kiss.

“No, she’s asleep.”

Eddie scoots closer to Steve to make room for him on their bench.

“Come sit with us?” they ask, barely tearing their gaze away from the dancing, tumbling snowflakes outside, their voice just as quiet as Steve’s, just as hushed, just as reverent. It’s the snow, Johnny figures. It’s the snow and their little babygirl.

Johnny hums and leans over to the side, lightly kissing Eddie and brushing his lips to his little girl’s forehead, too. It’s so… magical, having this tiny little human who is already so different from their other tiny human. Most beautiful goddamn thing he’s ever seen, both of them.

“I love you, little punkrock baby,” he whispers, delighted to see she doesn’t even stir. Delighted to see she feels so safe. So calm. That she can just fall sleep anywhere. She’s like her papa Steve.

“I love you, too, you big punkrock baby,” Steve says, bumping his nose into Johnny’s cheek with a smile. “Now come. Rest. While you can, before madame decides she’s jealous of this very delicious smelling hot chocolate you’ve acquired there.”

“Fuck off,” he chuckles, handing over their mugs as he slides in on Eddie’s other side, resting his arms on the window sill and just watching his little family for a bit.

In the end, they make use of the quiet they’ve been given when Eddie leans against Johnny and Steve against Eddie, the three of them falling asleep in a little pile, their baby safe in her papa’s arms.

It’s only when Val comes over an hour later and decides she wants to be part of their cuddle pile, too, that they have to stir and rearrange. She ends up in Johnny’s lap, watching the snow as Eddie tells a story about a Snowflake named Sam.

Johnny pretends not to listen raptly.

#pretty punk metal #steddie #steddie x johnny #steddie fic #steddie x johnny fic #johnny #i wanna call him johnny rotten so bad but NO 😤#it’s johnny wallace #sue is bc johnny is lame and a fan of siouxsie and the banshees #hi keysie i gave the babies names i hope this is fine :3 #i fucking love kid fic i fucking love johnny even tho he’s too calm in this one but. snow always makes me calm #and he deserves a little happy family moment okay they all deserve it ughhh #dio words #<- extremely niche dio words for an audience of one 🤍

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colorguardsweetheartblurrsgirl · 1 month ago

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Have you guys watched The Art of Murder on Youtube??? You Need to Watch this...

Guys Go to YouTube and Watch "The Art of Murder"

It's so awesome. It's almost at 1m views (at them of writting this 957K six days after being released)

And Honestly I'm surprised no on is talking about this that I can find but I'm so calling it that Giorgio is going to be nominated a Tumblr Sexyman this year.

(I'll add a link later for the YouTube episode)

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Also for those of you wondering where I've been and why I haven't posted about STRY or any other works like UU.

I had alot of work drama going on. I hope this tart on art again soon. Actually it's thanks to work like Mid August I had this amazing idea of a outfit I just had to draw for Lenna. It was going to be a dress she wears when she goes undercover and is given to her by what I'm calling my stories "geeks" the Tech Boi's in other words.

This dress is so cool It's going to have a transformative element to it that if moving pieces of it will change the dress. (I admit I probably was influenced by my fascination since childhood with transformative pieces, reversible stuff, etc. My "Aunt" technically my Cosuin... but I called her Auntie Joanne the one who i mentioned two years ago passed ans showed the blanket was big on making me stuff that were trabsf9rmative like pillows that were jlhuge and turned into blankets (this was back in the 90s early 90s before that kind of thing that I'm aware of was really mainstream) I think she made me also reversible outfits and if you cna tell in that pic I sent the blanket was reversible too. So she may be part of the reason I had such facjnation).

Although, everytime I've sat down to write that scene something. Computer wise or electrical wise has occured so I haven't been able to write. Anyways, Coming up with this dress while driving to work one day however solved the big area of where I knew what I wanted to do with how my main character wiggles her way into this group that will lead her to other people she's looking to get to. I always knew what I wanted to do but just not how she was going to accomplish it. Or rather how too I knew had to change while remaining close to the original plan with many changes the story has gone through. But this dress ides suddenly helped me in so many ways, with giving characters I knew I needed to incorporate more in order to use them as I wished later and such.

Sorry this descriptions getting winded. But Yeah I just had so many good things occur eith the story. I've been working on it. But also work and personal matters delayed me. I won't get into it in this post. But all summer was focused on taking care of someone and later loosing them. And I also don't know how long I have with my good boy too as he's going through stuff... So working on things along with cleaning thus messy messy house that's overwhelming, taking care of my mom who caused accidentally third degree burns to herself and my dad who injured himself months ago and is only now finally seeing a doctor... it's been alot. I've been a bit overwhelmed by it all especially mostly cleaning thsu mess on my own.

If my writing seems better. I finally got a new phone. But haven't transfered everything over to it. (Having issues deleting enough on old phone to transfer stuff). So I only go on tumblr via web on this device. But yeah hopefully my writtings more readable. I haven't found though regardless of generation Samsung Galaxy in general changes my words regardless (my dad and I got the same phone it happens with him too... So I found some of that I used to complain about really as just a "safety feature" as my family calls it as a joke. Just say a built in annoying feature. But it's not as bad as the old phone which was in many ways buggy.)

Sorry this is not planned out. Just figured I'd give a update of some sort.

I do hope to post art soon. Especially planned stuff from last year. I actually brought up The Art of Murder as I might use that opening scene to make an animation animatic with a few of my main characters sometime. I really want to make some animation in general sometime. But I first need to get what they look like out there. So it may be a while.

Well thank you for reading my blabber.

I hope to see everyone again soon.

Have an Amazing day and Upcoming Thanskgiving.

#the art of murder #tumblr sexyman #Tumblr sexymen #Nominated Tumblr Sexyman #Giorgio #giorgio the art of murder #stry #STRY #s.t.r.y #updates #life update #random

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wafflinglumos · 1 year ago

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Sirius Black character study I guess.

This is will follow canon to the best of my abilities however, screw you Joanne.

(Content warning, mentions of abuse, though vague, idk if I should add a cw but just in case)

Sirius’ childhood and home life; Contrary to popular belief, Sirius wasn’t heinously abused, in fact, we can assume that Walburga did love him, in her own way of course that’s not to say that she was a good mother, but it is something to keep in mind. His home life was bad, yes, but a common misconception I see in this fandom is that Sirius canonically got cruciatus cursed by his own mother, which is in fact not canon. Sirius had a terribly complicated relationship with his mother, he used all those spells on his room to keep it in that order and pristine, yet when he came back to his home years later, he chose to sleep in his parents bedroom. With Walburga’s painting, he tells them to move it, or cover it up, but he doesn’t tell them to destroy it. Sirius and Walburga had a terribly complex relationship, she wasn’t a good mother by any means, but she wasn’t an overly abusive cruel one.

Sirius’ running away and disownment; Another common misconception is that Sirius got disowned then ran away when it’s actually the opposite, he also did not leave because he was getting horrifically abused, that’s not to say his home life wasn’t awful, it was, but he left because of his parents pureblood beliefs and politics in general. Sirius did not get disowned before he ran away, it was after. We also have no proof that he was beaten the night he left, unlike some people try to point at.

Sirius and The Prank: Sirius did not tell Snape about the whomping willow for a good reason, he did not tell Snape about the tree out of fear of being blackmailed, or hurt, or anything else like that, the very simple and easy explanation for The Prank is that Sirius, was an idiotic teenage boy who did not think about the consequences of his actions, or the effects it would’ve had on both parties. I see the common, “oh Sirius would’ve been so lonely and sad and it’s so unfair how his friends isolated him”, when we can safely say that he did not feel remorseful for it, at all. In fact when he’s later talking about it in the shrieking shack, his exact words and justification are,

“It served him right,” he sneered. “Sneaking around, trying to find out what we were up to … hoping he could get us expelled …”

I could only see Sirius feeling even slightly remorseful for how it caused Remus to feel, but even then, I don’t imagine Remus would’ve brought the issue up all that much. (Which I will get into it you guys want to hear about that :D)

Sirius and arrogance; Sirius’ arrogance has a HUGE part to play in both the marauders and in James and Lily’s deaths, throughout the books we see Sirius and James as the main aggressors in their back and forth bullying with Snape(back and forth from both parties but still). With James and Lily’s death, it was James primarily but Sirius was mentioned that turned down Dumbledore’s offer for him to be the Potters’ secret keeper, insisting that Sirius was the right guy and that he could do it, however Sirius decided that nah that was too obvious, that they’d make “weak talentless” Peter the secret keeper, because no one would expect that, to make this plan even better, they then did not tell Dumbledore of this genius plan, nor Remus because Sirius was so convinced that Remus was the spy, that they just did not feel it was safe to tell him. That is what kept him in Azkaban for so long, theoretically he could’ve broken out anytime he damn pleased but, the guilt of being quite accidentally responsible for Lily and James’ deaths, that is what kept him in there.

Sirius and his loosened grip on his sanity; The man spent twelve years in Azkaban, his sanity definitely had declined by the time he left, we can in fact see this is certain choices that he makes and when he tells Harry “nice one, James”. He wasn’t the best father figure because he was still basically trapped in his twenty one year old mind. We can further point at grief and guilt as another reason for his sanity dwindling, as we know, he felt a good bit responsible for James and Lily’s deaths, add that on top of the grief of losing two of the closest people to him, and bam, you have a guilt ridden twenty one year old to throw into what was basically hell for twelve years.

Anyways that’s the end of my ted talk, I love you Sirius Black.

#god Sirius is such an interesting character #if you guys want I can do this with Remus too #honestly recommend me a character and I’ll do it lol #idk if I’m supposed to tag this Sirius slander because istg it is not it’s just an inside look into Sirius’ character #this is NOT Sirius slander #I tried to make this as canon as possible #this is just how I perceive his character with canon to back it up #do not burn me at the stake y’all #semi Sirius black slander?? idk guys I promise it’s not slander #screw jkr #marauders #marauders era #harry potter #remus lupin #the most noble and ancient house of black #bellatrix lestrange #narcissa black #sirius black #sirius orion black #character study #I think #don’t be mean if you disagree with me #jily #wolfstar #though not mentioned all that much #I still love wolfstar though I promise #james potter #walburga black #walburga’s c- parenting #please don’t flop oh my god please

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rui31 · 2 months ago

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Nobody Wants This Rant

I don't think I feel strongly enough for it to be a rant but I have thoughts and I'd like to put them down because I'm processing.

I heard about NWT because everyone online was raving about how it's the cozy romcom we've all been waiting for and its Kristen Wiig and that guy, whom I know from Gilmore Girls, but he's also in something else, and I was like - sure why not?

And, as a premise that is set up within the first four episodes, no complaints. Sure it was a bit weird with the whole - he's a rabbi - thing but I appreciated Joanne's (KW's character) journey of accepting and giving love.

We're there a few icks? Yes! Not a fan of Joanne blaming her mother on being emotionally-too-much when her father left them because he was gay, like she's in her mid-30s (KW is in her mid-40s but wtv) and I'm supposed to believe this lady hasn't processed that yet?

Not a fan of her sister and Rabbi's brother weird friendship, but whatever - they kept it friends so I'm LOOKING sideways, but only on occasion. Man is married and has a daughter!

Kind of squinting at the choice of making Rabbi a rabbi, as it does feel like a story of two cultures clashing and melding, but they chose this very extreme case to show how "different" the two sides are?

But then episode 5 hit and my icks gave way to full on eye rolls and pausing to process what bothered me - so let's go on this journey together.

Episode 5 - The one where they go to camp together

Quick premise: Joanne and Rabbi are meant to be going on their first romantic weekend getaway but instead Rabbi is called into work, at a summer camp, to do the torah study. Joanne is also called into work for an important meeting with investors for the podcast she runs with her sister, but decides to bail so she can spend the weekend at a TEENAGE SUMMER CAMP - where opportunities for romance are, as we all know, endless. He freaks out because his superior is there, tries to hide her away, she finds out, gets upset and leaves.

The low-hanging fruit: Rabbi being called hot rabbi by the teenage girls and being proud about it? And also showing off about it to Joanne?

The weird teenage girls conversation with Joanne that was annoying as it was framed as them being mean girly but honestly they were just calling her out on her delusions. (He introduced her as his friend and she was telling them she's his girlfriend - teenage girls were not having that)

Joanne calling her sister incompetent and putting her down for a meeting she was bailing on! For no reason??

Actual fruit:

The last 20 minutes of the episode was actual terrible writing of a healthy and mature relationship - something the show is constantly telling us these two have so thus why I am using these words.

Joanne shows up in time to join her sister for the meeting, though she is still late.

A few hours?minutes? later, Rabbi shows up from the camp and has come to talk to her about how he tried to hide her away like the dirty shiksa slut she is.

Joanne leaves said meeting and goes to speak to Rabbi and, instead of prioritizing her work and calling him out on how this isnt the place and time to have this conversation, entertains the notion this is the perfect time to start Shabat - completely missing the meeting.

He shows no respect for her work or her time, this is an important meeting for a $7M deal (we're told multiple times) and is the one that sticks around to start Shabat instead of just DOING IT ANOTHER TIME. Like I get it, you want to show Jewish rituals and customs, but it didn't need to be RIGHT NOW - WHEN YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS MAKING A DEAL.

I cannot stress enough how much this pissed me off, the writers showing how her work just doesn't matter - the relationship and him is above it all.

Episode 6 - The episode where he meets her family

Alright, so Joanne has a complicated family. Her mom and dad are separated, dad has a gay lover, and they're all at her house in this episode meeting Rabbi for the first time.

Man, can this be any more of a quintessential example of how Rabbi thinks his family norms and his opinions are better than hers?

She tells him not to dress up, this is a casual get together - he still leaves and shows up late with a weird blazer? and flowers for the mother, when she expressly told him not to do that.

He goes on to humour both parents' weird delulu behaviour, primarily her father acting as if he is a doting and caring dad, which she has also told him not to do, because it only encourages their toxic behaviour towards each other and her+her sister.

She gets the ick after a series of him doing everything she has asked him not to do and goes outside for a breath. Her sister recognizes she's got the ick, and says - oh well, good thing you found out now and not in a few months/years.

Great moment where the mom calls out the Rabbi for misunderstanding the whole family's dynamic and why Joanne is upset with her father and puts him in his place - but this does not anywhere.

Rabbi goes to speak to her outside and instead of listening to her and why she got the ick - which is about his complete disregard for how she knows best on how to deal with her own fucking family - he proceeds to tell her (and i am not joking here) to "get over it" and "you're self sabotaging". He doesn't apologize, just tells her he knows best (in not so many words) and then tells her she still loves him even though he gave her the ick.

AND SHE SAYS YES - SHE GOES ALONG WITH IT.

Self-respect??? ARE YOU HERE???

From 7-9, it's a series of snowballing events where he puts her concerns down (hey your brothers wife is being a total bitch to me and isolating me from your friends group) because he thinks he knows best (you just need time - no bro, the brothers wife is best friends with your ex, she's not going to be won over with time. Are you dumb?) - to lying about his contact with his ex (sure he hasn't been texting her, but the guy literally showed up at the hospital because the ex got into a small fender bender and stayed there the entire night).

I guess we're supposed to see how bad Joanne is, silly duck that she is, since this 30 year old woman doesn't know that prosciutto is pork and, when asking for a customized charcuterie board, failed to mention no pork? I don't know how she didn't get other pork related meats if she didn't add that note in her order??? Like did she go line by line on which meats to add?

But then we're back to how the show doesn't really care about her opinions or her life, because now it's all the Rabbi show and how he suddenly is up for a promotion and Joanne needs to convert so they can stay together! And, even though her sister is basically calling her out for being a pathetic loser who's changing herself completely for the guy she's dating so she doesn't end up alone (the worst thing ever apparently) (also thank god for the sister, though I'm not sure they made her for the purpose of calling Joanne out on her bs or to be an annoying younger sibling trope), she's all gas, no breaks for this man.

Which culminates in the usual netflix style show story tempo where everything hits the fan in the last episode and the resolution hits you just as quickly.

But really, what did we learn here? What did we do here?

Are Joanne and Rabbi in a healthy, mature relationship? No. Rabbi and the whole show doesn't respect her work or her own opinions/values when it comes to her family and the way she wants to live her life. Thematically, the whole show ignores her success and puts it down (haha she talks about sex) and it's so strange were in 2024 and a female character can't have a life outside of the male character but he can.

Joanne has moved from jumping out of a relationship before it gets too serious, to holding on tooth and nail even if she completely loses herself in the process.

We started with Rabbi being a man who has been told what to do by his mother and then his gf (who becomes his ex), from the hint that his mom led him to the path of being a rabbi, to his ex-gf basically taking the ring out of his desk and declaring them engaged instead of waiting for him. Fascinating stuff - does he even want to be a rabbi? What does that mean for him if he doesn't? Does he have any formal education outside of whatever you need to become a rabbi? Is he ready to throw away all the expectations and hard rules he's been following his entire life and finally LIVE it? Walk his own path.

What an interesting relationship with Joanne, who also offers counselling and guidance to her podcast viewers and can be someone he can finally have those conversations with safely. Those first few episodes, where Joanne was giving him insight and he was doing the same, were so beautiful - and then it goes to shit because he's a religious man and that makes him infallible??? Bro isn't god, he's just a fanboy.

It would have been so interesting to have him there to help her reflect on where she wanted the podcast to go and evolve, which was a huge point of conflict in those first few episodes - but that just disappears. We don't even know what the two sisters are talking about in their podcast anymore because after episode 5 - the $7M deal plot and the direction their brand is going in plot just disappears.

All that matters is if Joanne is going to convert to Judaism. We still don't know, by the end, where this relationship is going as Rabbi hasn't decided he will no longer be a rabbi to be with her. And, by the framing of the show, is there even anyone that would be his competition? We only see him at the temple, so the stakes for Joanne to convert are just not there for this to feel the way they want us to feel. (Yo if ex-gf was a rabbi and was going to take it from him as she has always wanted to be Mrs. Head-Rabbi - that would be *chefs kiss*)

All to say 2/5 stars, I've had better. I'm all for cheesy romance and lingering kisses, but don't lose the thread on our main character.

#nobody wants this #review #my thoughts #THATS JUST MY OPINION #love ya

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panelshowsource · 1 year ago

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it's actually been leaked for some time, although — and not to sound whiny — any time i've posted it or just talked about it i've gotten 10+ anonymous messages telling me i'm the devil and ruining the establishment of taskmaster with my irresponsible gossiping. so i didn't post about it and deleted any of the asks/convo about the new cast, even though ofc everyone has had tonsss of thoughts about it 😅

anyways would have laid down my whole life betting john robins (one of THE most obvious future tm contestants, being such a good friend of alex's!) and joanne mcnally would be on so i feel very vindicated — and excited! — in that regard! we're gonna have a great time :)

someone sent an anon asking about people i'd bet — not who i want, but who i'd bet — would be on the show so i'll think more about that and post later this week! the series will def have more seasons so i'll try and get some guesses in heh

OMG ME TOO her name is mabel! she's sooooooo cute ≧◡≦

hello anon!! actually you don't need me for this, it was recently posted on tv_bunny :)

enjoy!

she's great! she reminds me a lot of roisin, in that when she's not doing her semi-pre-written joke material, she's supremely good at hanging, bantering, fitting in with the vibe. i really appreciate that when it comes to panel shows particularly! but i can't say i've seen much of her standup

(wait — can i digress for a second — roisin is one of the ONLY recurring catsdown contestants who actually brings in sensible mascots that have the purpose of helping her/bringing her luck, and her presentations of them are always so hilarious and she deserves more credit for that)

+ not important but i really like her voice

thank you for sending her well wishes <3

i appreciate the message and you weren't the only person to say this, but i think some people are only part-way informed as to her journey reclaiming her name. her intention was never to scrap the nickname shappi or stop people from calling her that; it was 1) to reconcile her experience growing up in the uk with her name and how that led to her committing to shappi as a teen, and 2) to be published, credited, and billed as shaparak in professional capacities. she has clarified many times, including here and here, that it is totally acceptable to call her shappi; people on tv & radio still call her shappi after formal introductions, like in the new wilty when everyone calls her shappi throughout the entire episode; her social media handles are still shappi; and so on. she's shaparak, but that doesn't mean she "no longer goes by shappi". there is some confusion here i think some people are taking her journey, which was lovely to follow, as rejecting shappi — but that isn't the case.

i already updated her tag to 'shaparak khorsandi' a while ago and would definitely credit her full name where necessary, but socially, colloquially, like in the quick text post i made asking people to give shappi some love, there is no disrespect in calling her that! of course, plenty of people are credited by one name and are regularly called another/a nickname, like olivia colman who is actually called sarah by her family and colly by most everyone else. she seems really happy with having done her book and her recent show under her full name, and it's been beautiful to see her come around to love shaparak as much as she has loved shappi :')

btw for anyone who doesn't know, shaparak means butterfly in farsi!

hahahahaha that is hilarious

long story short is just that keith lemon is a disreputable character (and i mean character literally, he's not real, he's played by leigh francis!) who spends a lot of his energy shouting and oogling over boobies etc

i think it's fair to say hating on white supremacists does bring us all together 😅

i'm sorry i haven't seen it! but ugh tamsin greig is one of my longest-time crushes fr i actually think the friendship between her and stephen mangan is one of my roman empires. i have a list of scripted tv rewatches i plan to do this year — the thick of it, peep show, and so on, some of my faves ever — and green wing is def on the list so maybe i'll add friday night dinner!

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missyourflight · 2 years ago

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some stuff i read and watched in may:

primo: a delight!! and free to watch!!

queen charlotte (and also full bridgerton rewatch whoops): really enjoyed queen charlotte (the sad gay footmen 😭), d&d has heightened my appreciation of RJP's s1 deadpan thing, bridgerton s2 reigns supreme because what i love most in a Romance is people who are Unable to be normal about each other 🥰

abbott elementary (s2): reliably so funny, doing height difference and slow burn at the same time which is very pleasing 2 me

ted lasso (s3): l o l what a mess, why are your sitcom episodes over an hour??? 2 things which are not a big deal but fully Enraged me were the landlady reciting this be the verse in its entirety!! and the team singing so long, farewell even though they are not the ones leaving!!! so stupid and bad

taskmaster (s15): what a goddamn delightful cast, still thinking about the potato hats and ivo's trick and jenny destroying the barge etc

84 charing cross road: i read and loved the book a million years ago, the contrast between blooming nyc and grey grey london so perfect, anthony hopkins in his repressed romantic era

enough said: i did enjoy this and also cry a bit but have complicated feelings about the way fatness is talked about here!! james gandolfini wonderful and sexy

mission: impossible: somehow i've never seen the first three so attempting to watch before the new one comes out because the later ones are so fun. this is Incredibly nineties (kristin scott thomas and her lipstick!!), like the nineties london BT phonebooths!! god!! the chunnel!! very fun and the bit with the wires is in fact important and excellent etc

are you there god? it's me, margaret: wonderful, i cried like three times and cried even harder when the wind started playing over the end credits. rachel mcadams radiant as always, went to the bathroom when i came out and discovered my period had started which was a bit on the nose frankly

sherlock, jr: they're doing keaton on blank check so i wanted to watch at least one, this was very fun (and a sweet 45 mins long)

minority report: i hadn't watched this in Years and it Slaps (extra star for how many times they call colin farrell a twink etc), so much creepy eye stuff, down with the surveillance state etc

dorothy dunnett, checkmate: i already yowled a bit about this here but god i loved the lymond chronicles, would strongly recommend letting dorothy blow yr mind etc

joanne paul, the house of dudley: i love a family of scheming political upstarts frankly, this was such a fun way into that bit of tudor history tracking the family through four generations. shout out philip sidney, fun to picture jamie parker, tom hardy etc

#monthly media #sophposting

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harpywritesfic · 2 years ago

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🧵For that ask game :) I’m curious.

[ask game is here!]

Thank you!! This is the only story I've mentioned before, and also the only fandom-related one! The story of my cloak!

In my senior year of high school, I was just a little unhinged in all the best ways. For homecoming week every day there was a theme you could dress up for, one of them was heroes vs. villains and I was like "ohhhh yes it's marvel time babeyy >:)". I found a good-sized chunk of red twill on clearance at joann's and bought it to make into a cloak, then proceeded to be so damn exhausted I did nothing to prepare. (thanks, sleep disorder!)

Literally the night before, at midnight, I was like "no I'm so tired I don't wanna bother" then I changed my mind at 1am and got to work. I had to bring my sewing machine into my room and set it up on the floor in front of Acorn's crate (sorry Acorn). He slept through it like a champ though. He's pretty desensitized to my late-night bullshit.

So I got down to business turning this piece of fabric into my own cloak of levitation. Pinning, hemming, standing on a chair to test it out, and finally after four hours I was done and my bed and floor were covered in scraps of fabric and red thread. It wasn't large enough to get any draping, so it was really flat, but it did the trick.

So after two hours of laying down because my back hurt, I scrounged up one magnetic button clasp and one safety pin to attach the cloak to my shirt. For the rest of my outfit I just wore blue and my most accurate boots, and found some wire to twist into a ring. Pretty much you had to be familiar with Doctor Strange to know what I was going for. Luckily I had plenty of marvel-obsessed friends who got it and complimented me on my very lame costume.

One of these friends (who I've talked about here) was dressed as Sylvie and had her own tesseract. This was before NWH or MoM came out, so we were in the 'everyone fucks up the multiverse and Doctor Strange has to fix it' era. And she turned around and RAN when she saw me. Later I had pre-calc with her, and one of our other friends handed me the tesseract while she wasn't looking. It was a good day :)

#answered #harpy overshares #harpy's storytime

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itslenagain · 1 year ago

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(I'm too lazy to keep linking every single post at the top so I'm just gonna link part 1 & the previous part from now on, will add next buttons as new posts are published. Not 100% sure how many more posts are coming but I'm really enjoying writing this!)

[ Part 1 / Part 7 ]

*Content note for discussion of pregnancy loss & infertility*

PART 8

Bev *hates* Wyoming.

She's rushing through the airport to her gate, dialing a number as she goes. It hits the voicemail box. "Peter, it's Beverly. Arm the alarms and don't let anyone in. Call security if you have to, and have your PR people at the ready. I'll explain later," she hangs up, swearing under her breath. Of course Joanne would get on the damn plane using Bev's connections. She must have used one of her personal credit cards in an attempt to keep Bev off of her trail. But Bev's connections mean a heads up when someone who is definitely not her uses the name "Siobhan O'Donnell" to bypass airport security.

(Cheyenne, 7.5 years ago...)

"Ahh, there's my beautiful woman!" Peter exclaims, embracing Bev as she steps out of the car. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and takes her hand.

"Hey, stranger," she winks. "How's city counsel?"

"Oh, the same as ever. Taxes this, potholes that, and did you hear who's sleeping with their secretary this time?" He lets out a sarcastic laugh. "How goes it for," his tone changes to a cinematic, smooth tone, "Beverly Jones, attorney at law?"

"Well, it has been insanely busy. We just opened up the new Reno office."

"Wow! That's 3 states now, right?"

"Yes! And I've got some great attorneys in mind to help staff it." She smiles. "Once it's all set up, I can stay here in Cheyenne with you, full-time."

Peter turns to face her, putting his hands on her waist. He's tall, solidly built, a tinge of premature gray streaked through the front of his brown hair. "I can't wait," he says, kissing her slowly.

Bev and Peter met in college back at UCLA, but in the end, Peter returned to his home state - Wyoming. He loved the city he grew up in, and couldn't wait to raise a family here.

"I hope our first child is a boy," he says, a glimmer in his eye.

"Well, the most important thing for me is that, when it happens, we have a happy, healthy child, whether they're a boy, a girl, both, neither." Bev smiles. "But... I did always imagine myself having a daughter."

(Athens...)

Hera and Kimberly are packing up. "Where do you think they went?"

"I have no fucking clue," Hera says. "She literally *never* talks about him. I don't even know the guy's name!" Hera stops as a realization dawns on her. "I know who might be able to help, though."

(Cheyenne, 7.25 years ago...)

"Peterrrr, how's it hanging?" Peter walks in to the office, surprised to see the governor standing by the door. "Mind if we chat for a minute?"

"Sure, uh, what about?" He closes the office door behind them.

"I hear you've been considering stepping back from the counsel a little bit. What's going on, man?"

"Well, my wife and I are trying to conceive," he says, a proud smile growing on his face. "I'm going to be a dad, Bill."

"Hey, that's incredible!" The governor smiles. "I'm just worried that in all the excitement, you're forgetting about me."

Peter feels the back of his neck grow hot. "No, sir, I'll never forget what you've done for me."

The governor sits back in his seat. "Good. That's what I thought. And it's a good thing, too, because I'm here to collect."

A cold chill rushes up Peter's spine. "...what do you want?"

"I heard through the grapevine that a senate seat is opening in your district. You're going to run, and you're going to win. And as long as I am satisfied with your voting record, nobody needs to know how a poor boy from rural Wyoming went to college out-of-state with no loans and somehow grew fabulously wealthy in such a short period of time, on a public servant's salary, no less." The governor puts a button pin on Peter's desk that reads, "Peter Jones for Senate." He smirks. "Call me if you need any advice, Peter." He exits the office.

Peter puts his head in his hands and weeps.

(Amsterdam, present day...)

Kimberly dodges through the bustling crowd on the streets, trying to keep up with Hera. The pair duck into a dark alley, making sure nobody sees as they turn the corner and approach an empty coffee house. The outside of the building is covered in grime, and the sign that should read "Geöffnett" is missing both E's. Hera and Kimberly duck inside. Hera approaches the dimly lit counter and enters her order on the kiosk - a blueberry-cinnamon-toasted almond espresso shot made with extra water, a squeeze of lemon, and salted caramel foam. Kimberly gags. Hera smirks in her direction.

A light appears behind the counter, and suddenly, a hidden door opens to reveal a long, dark tunnel. Kimberly and Hera follow it downwards. They soon reach a thick, steel door. Hera knocks 6 times. The door slowly opens.

"Heeeeeeey!" A woman with choppy dark hair and an undercut rushes out to embrace Hera. "It's been a while!" She turns to Kimberly. "Is this who I know it is?"

Hera laughs. "Yes, this is my girlfriend, Kimberly. Kimberly, meet Athena, the Goddess of knowledge."

(Phoenix, 7 years ago...)

Peter is on edge, incredibly frustrated. He made his own bed when he got involved with the governor in the first place, now he has to lie in it. Figuratively, and literally. He told Bev he wanted to take her on a vacation for their anniversary, traveling from Phoenix to Los Angeles.

In reality, he's using the trip to tell Bev about his run for senate, and has several business-related stops to make on the trip.

In the hotel room, Bev is ecstatic. She's planned this day for a long time. She wears the dress she wore the night Peter proposed - a sleeveless black satin slip, long white gloves, pearls. She feels like a red-haired Audrey Hepburn. Bev looks in the mirror and rubs a hand over her belly. Nobody else knows yet. She smiles. This is what she wants, more than anything else in the world.

"Bev, are you ready?" Joanne calls from the next room. Joanne is visiting family, and agreed to give Bev a ride to the restaurant so she could surprise Peter when she got there.

(Amsterdam...)

The room at the base of the tunnel is filled to nearly bursting with computer servers. Multiple large monitors read out security reports, maintenance reports, efficiency reports.... Kimberly feels like she stepped into a spaceship, its quirky captain clacking away at the keys on a massive supercomputer. "This is incredible."

Athena scoffs. "It's all older model processors. Still impenetrable, but slower than I'd like. Makes getting kicked out by a hypervigilant security program slightly more possible." She's seated in a massive chair. She wears a black hoodie, a cat eared headband, fingerless mesh gloves, and short black pleated skirt over stripped stockings. She's adorable, Kimberly thinks.

"The reason why Zeus is so moronic is because when Athena popped out of his forehead, she took all his brains with her," Hera giggles, giving a playful tap on Athena's nose. Athena sticks out her tongue at Hera, then returns to typing. "She's been in the mortal world for longer than I have, and she can find out just about *anything.* Hell, most of the time, she already knows."

"I mean, I think I'd be failing as the Goddess of knowledge if I didn't literally have the knowledge," she says. "Now, I know you're trying to track down the estranged husband of that depressed bisexual lawyer."

"...damn, you're good," Kimberly laughs.

"His name is Peter Jones. Not hard to find info on him because he's a US senator. Born & raised in Wyoming, studied poli-sci at UCLA, leans conservative, popular in the polls. Oh, and he's shady as fuck."

"I already hate him," Kimberly rolls her eyes. "Do we really have to go save him?"

"...I mean, my plan was literally to just be there to support Bev. *Do* we have to save him?"

"Umm, you might want to consider it, since if he goes down, the people he's in bed with will probably come for Bev!" Athena chimes in. "He's at his house in Horse Creek. I've already hacked the airlines to get you a flight out to Cheyenne, you'll have to book it by car after that." Athena turns to Hera, growing serious. "You should be ok as long as you take the flights I booked for you, but Zeus is very close to escaping Hades, and he is PISSED. Be on guard." She cracks open an energy drink and continues to clack away at the keys. "That guy is a dick, Hera, and I'm so glad you finally figured it out."

"That Zeus sucks?"

"No, that you're gay. I called it, like, 8 centuries ago."

(Phoenix, 7 years ago...)

Bev approaches Quiessence, stunned by the beautiful gardens. She walks through the yard towards the private table near a massive brick oven. Peter is seated there, wearing a crisp white button-up shirt with a navy tie and slacks. She feels her cheeks flush as she approaches the table. After 5 years, she still feels butterflies when she sees him.

Peter is on edge, and Bev recognizes it immediately. She gives him a quick peck on the cheek, and sits at the table. "Is everything okay?"

"We need to talk." He takes a deep breath. "I... I did some really horrible things, Beverly." He pauses, runs a hand over his head. Bev looks at him, searching for some hint of what's coming. "Not just illegal. Immoral. People died because of me, families, little kids! And I got paid. It's a lot of money, Bev. It was a long time ago... I've been keeping it hidden, but someone very powerful found out about it, and I have to do what he says or he is going to expose me."

"...what did you do?" Bev feels sick to her stomach.

"It's better if you don't know. You're already in danger because of me. Just know that if anyone found out, we'd both be completely ruined." Peter takes a nervous sip of water. "Beverly, I'm so sorry. I wish I could go back and talk myself out of it." Beverly remembers all the sleepless nights, the times Peter has gotten drunk and cried uncontrollably for hours. It all seems to make more sense, and yet, she's never been more confused in her life. Her stomach is in knots.

Bev reaches a hand across the table. "Peter..."

He cuts her off, head down. "There's something else. The person who knows about my past, he's holding it over my head. He wants someone he can use in the government." He looks up at Bev, eyes watering. "I'm announcing my senate run later tonight. He's meeting me later on. I need you to find a reason to not be there."

"I..." Bev is at a loss. She doesn't understand. Just 30 minutes ago, she was imagining their future, their child. Now, she's struggling against the fact that the man across the table may as well be a complete stranger. Her head is spinning.

She looks at him, looking deep into his eyes. She peels back his layers, one by one, until she sees it; a glimpse, a hint of the man she has loved since meeting him all those years ago. They're still the American dream. They're a family. No matter what, she trusts him. She picks up the empty wine glass set on the table and smashes it, cutting a deep gash into her palm in the process. Sharp pain shoots through her shoulder down to her fingertips. "I love you," she says to Peter. He rushes to her side, a concerned look on his face. She waves him off. "I'll be fine. Now I have an excuse to not be there tonight. You go. I've got this handled. I'll catch up with you later. I want to talk to you about something, too." A waiter notices Bev bleeding and rushes over to help, shouting for someone to call an ambulance.

Bev looks at Peter and waves him off again. He looks at his wife, the woman he would give anything for. Every piece of him wants to stay with her. He walks away, tears running down his face.

(Washington Dulles International Airport...)

"Alright Jo, you've made your point. I will tell you *everything,* but I need you to pick up the phone and do not go to Peter. You think you know everything about me, about my marriage? You have no fucking clue. Listen... I'm sorry I shut you out. Give me a chance, Jo. I'm about to board my flight, please, I'm begging you, wait for me in Cheyenne, at the office. I will explain it all to you. No more lying, no more hiding."

(Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean...)

"What do you think is going to happen when Zeus gets back?"

"He's going to come for us."

"What are we going to do?"

"Stay the course. I still want to move on the divorce. We're so close to making it happen."

"....and what if he doesn't accept it?"

"...."

(St. Luke's Hospital, 7 years ago...)

"Your heart rate is through the roof." The nurse has a worried look on her face. "How did you hurt your hand?"

"I broke a glass... miss, my stomach hurts, really badly." Bev feels sick. "I'm 9 weeks pregnant."

"Have you seen a doctor about the pregnancy yet?"

"No, my first appointment is on Tuesday..." Bev can barely focus. Something is wrong. "You need to check on my baby."

The monitor beeps as the blood pressure cuff finishes its cycle. The nurse keeps a steely expression, but Bev catches a moment of panic in her eyes. "Ma'am, we're going to get a doctor in here, right away. We will check on your baby, but I'm going to try to help you too, okay? My name's Gina, I'm going to take good care of you." The nurse takes Bev's arm and begins prepping to place an IV port. "Is this your first?"

"Yes, my husband and I...." suddenly, everything starts to get really dark. Bev can hear voices calling her name, calling the doctor, an alarm, something called a "code blue." Then, there's nothing.

(Cheyenne...)

Joanne turns her cellphone back on. 26 missed calls. She listens to the voicemails, then takes the SIM card out of the phone. She stumbles up the steps to the Cheyenne office, exhausted. But, she still has a mission.

She goes into Bev's office. She inhales deeply. It smells like Bev. There's years of history inside these walls. They've worked on so many cases in this office together. This is going to hurt Joanne just as much as it will hurt Bev.

Joanne pulls the fire alarm as she casually exits the building, a blazing fire raging in the space that once held Bev's second busiest law office.

Shortly after, Bev stands outside and watches, speechless, as the fire department struggles to contain the fire. The building's janitor lies under a tarp on the street, waiting to be carted away to the morgue. The fire is threatening several nearby structures. Bev is always a step ahead, in every situation.

Now? No. She was not prepared for this. She did not even imagine a world where this might have been remotely possible.

(St. Luke's...)

A monitor beeps in a steady rhythm. The IV matches it with its drip, drip, drip. Bev feels a tight squeeze on her arm as the blood pressure cuff inflates. She opens her eyes. Everything hurts. Something is seriously wrong. She tries to sit up, but she can't. She cries out in pain. In the corner of the room, her clothes are in a plastic bag. Her gown is ripped in a jagged manner, like it was cut off of her in a hurry with scissors.

Someone in the hall hears her, and gets the attention of her nurse, who rushes in. Bev is sobbing, it all hurts so bad. "Beverly, it's me, Gina. I'm going to get you something for the pain, okay sweetie? The doctor is going to come talk to you soon."

Bev uses all the strength she has left to look up at Gina. "Is my baby okay?" The nurse's lips form a tight line. Her eyes fill with pity. Bev screams. The world turns black again.

(Cheyenne...)

Bev has been sitting on the ground for what feels like years. The remains of the building that housed the Cheyenne office are still letting off smoke in some places. The firefighters continue to investigate the scene, ensuring the fire is out. They suspect arson. Three people are dead, eight are seriously burned, four have carbon monoxide poisoning. The fire spread to the buildings on either side, one of which was an apartment building. Bev watches families, some with small children, call relatives, tears streaming down their faces.

Kimberly throws a blanket over Bev's shoulders and sits down beside her. Hera is talking to the firefighters.

"Seven years ago, I had an ectopic pregnancy. I was under severe stress at that time in my life, and the tube ruptured. The surgeon couldn't stop the bleeding, and they had to perform an emergency hysterectomy to save my life." Bev is numb. Her voice sounds dead and flat. "Nobody even knew I was pregnant, not Peter, not...." her voice trails off. Kimberly wraps an arm around her and hugs her tight. "I had to quit doing adoption cases. I couldn't handle watching families being built when mine was destroyed. I lost my baby. I lost the chance to try again. God, I don't even think I would've tried again if I could've." Bev is silent for a moment. "And I couldn't face Peter. I called him when I was at the hospital and told him it was his fault. And even though I've been hiding from him all these years... I always loved him. And he never stopped loving me, either. Maybe our relationship looks strange from the outside, but it's real."

Hera comes back. "I told them about Joanne. They're going to start looking for her."

"Good," Bev says. She looks up at Hera. "Once we finish your case, you can have her job if you want it." She laughs, wild and unhinged. Kimberly and Hera exchange a look of concern. Kimberly motions towards the empty liquor bottle by Bev's feet.

"Bev, honey, let's go get some rest. We can talk more in the morning." Hera and Kimberly each put an arm around Bev to help her stand. The trio hobbles off towards Bev's Cheyenne apartment. There are still so many things that need to be done.

For now, Bev needs rest, and Hera and Kimberly will do what they can for her.

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You are a divorce lawyer, the best in your field. You have just received word that you will representing the Greek goddess Hera in her divorce from Zeus.

#creative writing #writeblr #writing prompts #writing #catgirl athena #lesbian hera #divorce #lesbian #fuck zeus #lawyer #lgbtqia+#greek mythology #greek pantheon #greek gods #hera #athena

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possibly-in-wonderland · 1 month ago

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as a tee hee silly treat i wanted to draw jo (and orion's) imaginary friend from childhood: the jimmy buffett loving StarTail.

too cold to draw, but I wanna talk a bit about them.

startail was originally orion's IF (imaginary friend) until jo turned four. then, startail began looking after both. for years, she helped him learn more about himself. around age 12, he realized he was trans, but wouldn't come out to anyone until about four years later (to a 10 yr old joanne).

orion was kicked out at 17 and pleaded with startail to stay and continue to guide joanne since their parents weren't allowing him to see her. and she did. she would eventually fade into the shadows as jo met abaddon while attending university.

see, when an IF is completely forgotten, that's when they die. they fizzle out into dust, and that dust becomes a new IF.

jo and orion never forgot StarTail, in fact, she's now the IF of orion and his partners adopted 3yr old daughter, chloe.

though they never met, I think Star would praise DIS despite everything. looking after two kids is one thing. looking after two nephilim kids being hunted by a powerful entity? totally different thing.

*Slightly distorted midwest or northern mom voice* "WOO!! You gotta lot on your plate, dontcha, DIS? I tell you what I wouldn't have been able to do all that and stay sane! Then again I also wasn't created by nephilims...hm."

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year ago

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Love Is Love/ 4

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 2.1k

Includes- Angst, misunderstanding, love making, missionary, so much fluff

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One week later

Hongjoong POV

I'm a little worried

Ok I'm a lot worried

Things have been a little strained between me and Joanne since the threesome

It doesn't help that we got super busy with performances the next freaking day and I haven't really been able to see her properly

I'm exhausted when I get to her apartment and we both end up falling asleep

I did see her the last few days, spending all day with her but it was off

And we didn't have sex

I know other people may not see it as a big deal but for us it is

For over a year we have been all over each other, everyday but after a threesome it just stops?

I'm completely terrified

I'm scared that she may want Seonghwa instead of me and I'm going to lose her

I can't lose her

I'm stupidly in love with her

She's my one

I knew from the first kiss

I can't be without her

I don't even know how I lived without her before

It's just...a future without her is not something I can even fathom

I know I have to talk to her

And I will

Today

I'm going to her apartment after the photo shoot and I'm going to talk to her no matter how scared I am

I just hope she doesn't leave me

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"Hi jagi", I greet when she opens the door

"Hi baby", she smiles softly, letting me in

I kiss her lips softly, hoping this goes well

She kisses me back, then closes the door and I follow her to the living room

We both sit, silence ensuing and it's so awkward

Here's goes

"Jagi, can we talk?"

Worry fills her eyes as she nods, "Yeah ok"

I think for a second about what I want to say

I don't want to word vomit, even though I'm on the verge of it

"About the threesome-"

"Did Seonghwa ask for another one?", she asks, "Because if he did, I...I can't do it Joong"

I'm surprised and it's taking me a second to process what she's saying about another threesome

"And if this talk is about you realizing you want Seonghwa back and you want to break up then just do it. Don't beat around the bush, don't sugar coat it, just tell me"

"What, no!", I blurt as soon as I realize what she's saying, "I don't want Seonghwa jagi"

"But...you've been different since.... You've been distant. You always want to sleep when you get here and you haven't...tried to have sex", she says, "I...I thought you missed Seonghwa. That the threesome made you realize you miss him. And want him"

"Not a chance in hell", I answer, taking her hand and holding on tightly, "I don't miss him jagi. I don't want him. I want you Jo. Just you"

It's crazy that we both thought that the other wanted Seonghwa, that we both thought the other wanted to break up

We were worried about the same thing

She looks at me confused, "So why are you being different?"

"Jagi, I thought it was you being different. I thought you were being distant because....well because I thought you wanted Seonghwa"

"You thought I wanted Seonghwa?", she gapes

I nod, "I...I thought that the threesome made you realize that you wanted him, not me. And when things were different with us, I was scared to say anything. I'm...I'm terrified to lose you Jo"

"Joongie, you will never lose me", she says, assuring me, "I love you Hongjoong. I love you so fucking much, you don't even know. I was scared that you were going to leave me. You have a history with Seonghwa, it would kinda make sense for you to want him again"

I get what she's saying but that's so far from the truth

I shake my head, "No Jo. You're the one I only want. And after the whole threesome, I...I don't ever want to do that again. No matter who it is, I don't want to do it"

"I don't either", she agrees, "It...it wasn't terrible but it's not something I want ever again"

I wholeheartedly agree

No one touches her but me

"Thank god jagi", I breathe in relief, "I don't want anyone else touching you ever again. Fuck, I thought I was going to kill Seonghwa the whole time"

"You were?", she asked, "Why?"

I feel my face heat up as I tell her, "I was jealous"

Her eyebrows shoot up, "You were?"

I nod, "So jealous baby. God when he kissed you the first time, I was enraged. I wanted to hit him. Then when you blew him and he came in your mouth. When he ate you out, when you came on his dick, when he came inside you, fuck I was trying so hard not to lose it"

"Why didn't you say something baby? I would of stopped everything. Seonghwa would of stopped too"

I know he would have

If I said anything he would of backed off

"Because I don't want to be the jealous boyfriend", I answer, "And also when he did stuff to me...it felt good and you had to watch that, so I guess I thought I had to"

"Baby"

"You weren't jealous?", I ask, curious

Her cheeks turn red, "Honestly no"

I'm a little surprised at that

"It's just...I've never seen two guys before Joongie. And when you guys were on each other....it was hot. It turned me on. It was something completely new and I didn't have time to be jealous", she says, "But if it happened again, I would be"

Ok yeah I get that

It was a new experience for her

I've seen a guy and a girl fucking before

I've caught Seonghwa way too many times fucking a girl

He never locks the fucking door and I used to always get an eyeful

If I hadn't seen that so many times, I might have been turned on seeing a guy and a girl

But I have seen it and it infuriated me that he was touching, licking, fucking my girlfriend

"I'm sorry Joongie", she says, squeezing my hand

I shake my head, "It's not your fault jagi. I should of said something. It just....it drove me crazy to think that he got you off, that maybe you liked what he did better than what I do. That you liked being with him more" "No Joonie. I didn't", she says vehemently

"Are you sure?", I ask quietly

I'm worried she's lying or trying to sugar coat it

"Baby, when I was riding him, I'm not gonna lie it felt good but I couldn't get closer to coming", she says, her face so red, "But when you came behind me, when you kissed my shoulder, fuck it was like my body came alive again"

I stare at her in shock

When I kissed her?

I wasn't even doing much of anything

"When I kissed you, when you had your hands on me, when you touched my clit, that's was when I got closer", she admits, "And fuck Joongie, when you asked me to cum for you in you're voice, I couldn't hold it back"

"My voice?", I ask shyly

"Yeah Joongie. God I fucking love your voice. You don't know what it does to me baby. Especially when you talk to me during sex. You can ask me for anything and I'd give it to you. You were the reason why I came"

I stare at her in surprise, taking in what she's saying

"Because of me?"

"Of course because of you baby", she answers, "God Joongie, you really don't know how you effect me"

I mean I had an idea but I guess I didn't know specifics

"When you touch me Joongie, it's like my whole body is on fire. And you don't even have to touch me sexually. Holding your hand sends sparks up my arm. Being wrapped in your arms at night make me feel so safe", she says softly, "You're kiss Hongjoong. Fuck. It gives me butterflies, make me see stars, it feels like the world is falling away until it's just you. It's everything. You're everything. My everything"

I'm in awe that she feels exactly the same way I do

Everything she just described, it's exactly how I feel when she touches me, when she hugs me, when her arms are around my neck, when she kisses me

"I know exactly how you feel jagi", I say softly, "Because everything you just said, it's how I feel when you touch me, when you kiss me. When I'm with you jagi, it's like I'm in heaven"

She smiles shyly, taking my breath away

And I know, now is the time

"Everything that happened with Seonghwa has made one thing abundantly clear to me", I tell her

"And what's that baby?", she giggles

Taking a breath, I reach in my pocket as I kneel down on one knee, my eyes not moving from her face

Her eyes widen, her mouth dropping open

I hold the ring out to her, "I love you more than anything in this universe. I was meant to be with you jagi and I can't think of anything that will make me more happier than being with you for the rest of my life"

"Joongie", she whispers, tears welling in her eyes

"I really can't see a future without you. I want to love you for the rest of my life. I want to be by your side always. You're the love of my life Jo. My one and only and I'm so lucky I found you"

She smiles softly, brightening up my world

"Joanne, will you marry me?", I ask

"Yes Joongie", she says immediately, "Yes. Always baby"

She leans down, her lips capturing mine in a mind blowing kiss

She moves down from the couch into my lap, her arms around my neck as I happily drown in her kiss

After a few minutes, we pull away and I take her hand, sliding the ring on her finger

It looks so good on her, like it belongs there

Because it does

"I love you Jo"

"I love you Joongie"

We kiss again and I stand up, easily picking her up, carrying her to her room

Getting her on her bed, we undress each other slowly, kissing all the while

She lays back, pulling me on top of her

Her legs wrap around my waist as her arms move around my neck, her tongue against mine, her body pressed against mine

Leaning on my arm, I grip her thigh with my other hand, holding it against me as I slide slowly inside her, feeling her stretch open just for me

She moves her hips, wiggling onto my cock as I slide all the way in

She shivers against me, our kisses getting more desperate

I slowly begin to move, pulling back then so slowly push back in, opening her as I bottom out inch by inch

My head rubs against her spot, her pussy getting so wet, dripping all over me

And I'm in fucking heaven

My body shivers each time I bottom out, her hips moving and meeting mine as we make love to each other

Her arms move around me, her hands on my face, fingers trailing up and down, sending trembles down my spine

I fucking love it

As we move together, I feel everything so acutely, the pleasure out of this world

Every clench around my dick, every slide in and out of her, every squeeze of her hands, every movement of her tongue against mine

Every shake of her body

Every soft moan I swallow

She is perfect

My perfect everything

Her throbbing gets harder, faster around my dick and I move just a touch faster to get her over the edge

I make sure my head is rubbing against her spot, her moans getting louder as her body arches into mine

Pleasure is running in every nerve and I know when she cums, I will too

I don't have the strength to hold it back

I just want to feel with her

The next thrust in, she explodes, coming on me, her pussy pulsing so tightly

I moan against her lips, sheathing my length inside her, spilling cum into her, ecstasy tidal waving over me

Clinging onto each other, we keep kissing, orgasming together

As the pleasure leaves, we don't stop kissing, don't stop holding each other, moving together until were laying down, wrapped up in each other

Exactly where I belong

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