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temptingempress · 2 years ago

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Genre: Psychology, comedic,

summary: when two worlds collide. Opposite who want the other things. When they finally discover eachother they just want to unravel more.

Warning: bad words, mentions of cuts, mentions of glass shards, a little smut just a sprinkle!, heavy making out, cheating, bed squeaks, rushed dramatic backstories lol, uhhhh I think that's it but if there's more inform me through dm 😙

Her skin represents dripping golden honey and her round lips tinted a rose pink. She prances around the small colorful coffee shop in her white long sleeved dress and her golden locks bouncing up and down. "Bye Jimin" she kissed her beloved cheeks before she left.

Areum Bailey

A young adult trying to navigate her life in nyc. She lives by herself... well, with her cat, Mindy. She's been working at this Cafe ever since her auntie passed away taking the lead manager role. It was nice on some days. When the days were rainy and the crowd was calm and collective but on days like these, mid summer days, the cafe was bustling with people of all sorts. Buisness leads trying to rush the baristas, old ladies holding the lines up, and your typical Karens not getting what they want.

But there was one person that the cafe was well known too. A regular you could say.

Jung Hoseok

Everytime he walked in his presence was known. He towered over everyone and his style was too specific. Hard but casual. Just a plain black turtle neck that showed off his wonderful broad shoulders and black cargo pants and not to mention a peek of his tattoo. He walked up to the counter looking down at Areum.

They don't know eachother formally but they do have mutual friends

"Mister Jung." Areum smiled "what will you be having today?"

Hoseok answered almost automatically "the usual. Plain. black. coffee." He emphasized and set more than enough cash down revealing his sleeve and into her eyes. This always happens. He likes to keep eye contact even when it feels unnatural

"Keep the tip. Nice pearls." He stares at her neck for a second then leaves.

"Uh.. thank you." That was as awkward as ever.. she thought to herself.

He was the epitome of nonchalant, getting a genuine reaction out of him seemed impossible. Areum distributed the cash properly. She always wondered about him. "Plain black!" She shouted to the baristas. It was his usual.

He never liked anything frilly or new. He always stuck with what he knew the best. Areum notes that he always came into her shop with nothing but some cash. He always stands up and waits for his coffee. It was like he was in a rush but he wasn't... something in the way he speaks or the way he looks is odd.. like he was hiding something.

"For Jung Hoseok!" She hands the coffee to him and he gently bows taking the coffee from her hands. "Thank you"

With that he walks away, making Areum even more curious about his life but no, she cannot fawn over customers that's improper work behavior. One of her colleagues, Frey often spoke about him in a conversation they were having at the time. "I went to college with him... he's very handsome and was a great student but 3rd year he got kicked out for some reason..." She turns towards Areum "he commits to this coffee shop more than he ever did in school. I think he likes you."

Areum laughed a bit as she prepared to close down "Frey, first of all i have a boyfriend and i am not trying to be that girl. he literally comes in, orders like any other paying customer, then walks out. He doesn't like me and quite frankly I hope he doesnt." She scoffed.

Frey sighed, her colleague was also her good friend. She was a fashion student "come on Areum. He comes in, orders a plain black coffee that his ass could just make from home, them leaves to where ever the f he goes!" She laughed. "I'm pretty sure he's coming for a bootycall at this point."

"I'm good with my cats and my current boyfriend thank you." Areum rolled her eyes. "And I'm not gonna get with some college drop out."

"Eieie, you're so harsh. He was a good student but I forgot that you live by whatever the hell your parents say. Arent they the one who set him up with you 'i can only see him once a week' boyfriend. Damn, do they even set up your bootycalls?"

"Can we stop talking about bootycalls in this warm kid friendly environment?" She ran her hand through her hair with a slight chuckle. "And no, I make my own decisions. Jimin and i... are very happy. He's very busy. Hes always on work trips and such" She mumbles the last part. A tiny part in her heart doubts that's true but Areum she has hope in this man... he's the best thing that's ever happened to her... right?

"Sure, whatever you say elmo." Frey ruffled Areums hair. She got her bag and prepared to leave "I'm just saying that you never know. Hoseok might just be right up your alley. Literally. I don't know much about him but the sexual tension is rising oooo, its getting hot!" She teased as she opened the door. Areum threw a empty bottle at her as she laughed and went along with her day.

The day went on and it was finally time for her to clock out and go home. Maybe catch up on some netflix. She drove home and unlocks the door to her own one story house. She was a stable women, with a stable check. Everything her parents ever wanted her to be. She had a good life and good friends but deep down inside she wanted to be living a different life.

She lied down on the couch and grabbed the remote, turning on dancing with the stars. When the show turned on she tossed the remote down and went to the bathroom.

She wanted to be one of them. One of the well known celebrities. She wanted her life to be fabricated. All the glitz and glam she really took care of herself to give that illusion.

Taking a makeup wipe she clears her face.

Even though she had everything she wanted... she wanted more. Like a girl that could never get satisfied. She needed something exciting in her life.. new... interesting. Something to keep her entertained

. "I went to college with him... he's very handsome and was a great student but 3rd year he got kicked out for some reason..."

The words echoed in her ear as she grabbed her face wash and squirted some on her hands. "Jung Hoseok..." She mumbles. Her mind stays on him.. what was he really like.

Jung hoseok..

She opened her computer screen and looked his name up. She couldn't help herself. She found a instagram page of him wearing a suit. It was set to private but the bio said "Secretary of Myrion Corporations"

Curse her lack to respect other people's privacy. Maybe Frey was right.

She looked up the company and apparently it was linked with her father's. A mining company. "What..." She didn't even know her dad had a partner until now. Not that she ever paid attention to her dad's buisness. She looked up the partnered ceo's name which apparently he had the same last name as Hoseok. "Yunho Jung..."

She quickly opened instagram up again and saw that his page wasn't private. "Partnered owner of Myrion Company..." She scrolled down and "bingo." She found a photo of Hoseok. He had a faint smile on his face as he shook hands with some important buisness people the caption said "glad my son is following in my footsteps." All his tattoos were covered

BANG BANG BANG

she hears amd quickly exits all of the tabs. "Who- who is it?" She stutters as she puts her computer away.

"It's your favorite! I came with pizza!" His voice booms. She could recognize his booming voice from miles away. The king of destruction. She opens the door "did you also come with the money you owed me for literally smashing my wall in?" She jested with a fake smile

"I was hoping the pizza would cover for that" he invited himself in. "What chu watching? Bad chics of Beverly Hills?"

She chuckled and helped Namjoon with the pizza. A genuine friend she cant deny. Shes known him since high school. "no, Dancing with the Stars. "

"Boring "

"I can't watch Beverly hills anymore because it rubs off on me! Last week when the mail man came I literally spilled all my junior high drama to him" she pulled a slice of pizza "then I got mad at him for not agreeing with me and then I apologized to him because I-"

"Damn fighting with the mail man, whatta new low for you." He sung. Areum scoffs and throws a pillow at him as he laughed. "Frey told me about your new crush. "

Areum sinks in the couch, pretending not to hear him. Of course she did... "I always loved pineapple on my pizza"

"Don't get with him. He's bad news" Namjoon sighed and took a huge bite. Areum bites her lip trying to hold back her curiosity but his comment made it even more difficult. "What do you mean..."

"Drugs, cheating, stealing, whatever you can think of this man has probably done it"

"Whaat?" She turns to him "no way! He can't be associated with any of those things. He's working under-" oops, her tongue slipped.

"Don't even act surprised that you can't hold a secret either. I know you looked him up. There were rumors going on about him. Him and I went to the same college. He got kicked out cause he was dealing drugs." He licks his fingers "and besides every day of the week he's with every other girl you could possibly imagine. Probably pulled Kim K once HA! You don't want him."

"Yeah i dont... I was just curious.. but aren't those just rumors? I saw his Instagram page and it looked professional"

"That was a font baby" he chuckled "you're better off with your part time boyfriend. Hand me the remote I wanna watch the last of us!"

"Here." She ponders on what he has said and looked at the time. Her eyes widened as she read '1:01' she had work the next morning and so did Namjoon. "Namjoon why are you even here!"

"Rents due."

The next morning was nice. It was the onset of fall and fall break for most young kids. So the cafe wasn't that busy. She set the mood of the cafe putting some lofi music on and welcomed her employees. The day was nice. Nobody called out and everything seemed to be unproblematic until her usual customer stumbled in.

This time besides his cargo pants he was in something more professional. A white button down that revealed a tiny part of his toned chest and grey slacks. Probably because of his new promotion. Everyone fawned over him today. Today was different ... somebody was alongside his hip.

A woman with her hair up in a bun. She wore a mini black flowy dress with business heels and lucky for Areum she knew exactly who this middle aged women was.

"Emma?"

Emma smiled at her "long time no see." Emma was the favorite in her dad's company. She held a much higher authority than Areum will ever. She has her PHD in buisness and yes she was an older girl. In her late 30s which made Areum even more curious why the hell Hoseok would choose her out of everyone

She will not get involved. She doesn't care who Hoseok lays his beautiful brown eyes on. "Long time no see to you." She smiled. Emma excused herself to use the bathroom as Hoseok just stares at her, waiting for her to say something. Areum sighed "your usual?"

"Mhm." Was his response but this time he whipped out his card.

"I didn't know you knew Emma." Areum tried to crack the awkwardness flowing around the air. It was almost painful to her. "Well what do I know huh" she chuckled.

Hoseok remained silent for a bit "you didnt?"

"..." what was that supposed to mean? Of course she didn't. "Of course not." She chuckled "you're just my customer, how would I know."

Chill Areum it's not a huge deal she thought.

He sighed and put his card back into his wallet "you know. If you wanted to know me you could've asked."

"what."

Emma then returns. "Oo! And this" She adds a cake pop to the table "I'll be in the car honey." And then walks away.

Areum waits until she walked away to clear her throat "well mister jung... it's hard to not be curious when a customer walks into your store everyday and orders nothing but a black coffee."

"Whats wrong with black coffee?"

She was thrown off and hoseok just smirks. "If you are that curious about me Areum I'd rather you not stalk my page." He pays for the cake pop. She was out of words because he was right but at the same time it was so embarrassing to get confronted about it. "How did you even know.."

"Spygirl360? You couldn't of made things less obvious. Your number is linked with your account so it shows you. I'm sure that like on my dad's buisness promotion post was an accident eh?"

Areum was silent, twiddling her fingers. He caught her. Now she's wishing he'd just leave "look, would you stop taunting me about it i understand that you're mad.. I'm s-"

"I never said I was mad. Here."

"Whats this?"

"My number. Call me sometimes.. with that he walked away like nothing ever happened. Damn you Hoseok.

The days are long and hard. Ever since the encounter with Hoseok he hasn't been coming into her coffee shop anymore. She felt like Joe Goldberg and even her boyfriend couldn't fill her empty void of curiosity but on the bright side it was their week together finally. Areum was at the store picking out only the freshest wine. She didn't reach out to Hoseok because why would she. She had a wonderful boyfriend. Jimin

She knew him every since they were kids and once they were of age both their parents set them up together. Because they were destined. The agreement was to get married by 30 and they'd have a set life with sufficient funds supported by each of their families. They weren't 30 yet but it was fastly approaching. Jimin came from a rich family. Much richer than Areum's. Some days it felt like they didn't agree among anything. His opinions were always one sided, he was always right but other days of was as if he was the happiest man on earth able to give her anything except sexual intimacy. They both never felt that way towards each other but tonight

Tonight Areum hoped to change that. She wanted to get rid of that void in her stomach. She wanted to try something exciting for the first time in her life so she wanted to take Freys advice to get laid. She threw on her red fenty under her short white dress. Jimin was supposedly already at her house just waiting on her.

"Long time no see." A deep voice approached behind her

Oh no, it was him. The man she's been trying to keep out of her head the entire time. She looked at him "hi."

"Why are you dressed so fancy today?" He walked closer to her "and where are your pearls?" Very close to her and reached for the whiskey above her. She blushed and finally stuttered out "i-I have a date actually!"

Hoseok let out a small laugh "oh?"

"Mhm!" For some reason she felt the urge to somewhat prove to him that she isn't some girl who stalks people all day and reads smut. No! She's definitely not.

"Well if you're looking to get laid that's not gonna get the job done." He took the alcohol put of her hand.

"Yah!" She whined "I'm not... I'm.. we're just gonna chill?"

"Well your fuck me dress says otherwise."

"Excuse me?"

"Look if you're looking to get laid miss innocent I prefer you buy this one." He hands her a bottle of liquor. "Mix it in some orange juice if you can't handle your alcohol." Areum takes the bottle from his hands in disbelief how blunt he was... he wasn't wrong.

"Bye miss Bailey." With that he was on his way. Areum shakes her head from her recent encounter then goes to grab a bottle of orange juice. "Screw you Jung Hoseok." How did he even know her last name?

Once she makes it home she heard squeaking of some sort. "What the..." maybe a fossit is broken or something? "Jimin?" She shouts. She sets her bags down and walks closer to the room. "Jimin!?"

The sound became more clear. A horrible melancholy of his moans mixed with some other girls. "What the hell!" She pulls the sheets up and what she saw shocked the living hell out of her

"FREY?"

That night was a blur. Yelling things out that she didn't even know she had in her mind. As if she turned into a whole nother being. Saying things she'd never say. She threw stuff around her house as her eyes flooded with tears. Her body was on auto pilot but her emotions were on a high. All for a bunch of "how could you" ,"I thought you loved me" , all for Jimin to say it was all a font and Frey to quietly get her stuff and leave. It was too much to take in

That night Areum sat on her living room floor, surrounded by glass thinking this was never what she wanted. What Jimin said "all of it was fake. We never loved eachother. " was true but Areum didn't want to believe that. It wasn't supposed to turn out this was. That night she had drowned herself in whiskey and picked up her phone

She had called Hoseok because why the not? There was a silence before he spoke "Areum?"

"Hey! Wanna come over?" Her words slurred.

On the other end Hoseok had just gotten out of bed. He was just in grey joggers and nothing else and when he heard Areums voice he knew automatically something was wrong. She spoke again "I wanna know more about! Ow!" She shouts then giggles. Hoseok sighed and rubs his eyes. "Areum... send me your address."

When he finally arrived he could see Areum with multiple cuts along her thighs. Her dress was rolled up and it seemed that the glass shards on the floor graced her smooth legs. He quickly picks up Areum from the floor. Her drunken state couldn't feel the pain, she just giggled when she saw Hoseok. "Mister Jung is here."

He sat her on the bed. "Areum look at me." He held her droopy face and paid attention to her to see if she was alright. Areum just laughs "no man has ever held me like that...:

He lets her face go gently and gets a first aid kit she had in the bathroom. He's been in this situation one too many times to know what to do. He sits on the bed and places Areums legs in his thighs. Taking his time time to treat them efficiently. She gasps at the alcohol stinging her skin but blushes at the proximity he was to her.

She had pretty thighs but it pained him to see the cuts on them. He knew her

Areum Bailey, 23, her father always talks about how good she is and how excellent she is at owning her small cafe alongside her supporting now ex boyfriend, Jimin. He follows her recent posts on instagram and he even knew her before she even opened the shop. He always saw her at Myrion. Always admired how outgoing she was, her smile, and her cute little mistakes. A girl who was the definition of successful in her parents eyes. Something Hoseok could never be but he knew there was a part in her that wasn't so innocent and he wanted to dimish her disguise so badly, tear her down, and see what she's hiding

But she didn't deserve that. Not by him. That's what he thought until he saw her in this state. He always visited her cafe to support her cause he has always admired her. He was just not good with his words.

"So I heard you were a bad boy!" She blurts. "Like a drug dealer ! How exciting! " hoseok looked at her, all his thoughts stopped. "I've always wanted to do something naughty"

"Im sure youve heard a lot of things aboht me." He finishes bandaging her legs "and you miss perfect." He gently pinned her down to the bed. Both of her wrist trapped with his hands "what are you hiding?" With that he took his things and left her in bed.

"I..." She could feel herself slowly drifting off in a haze.

Areum woke up the next morning with a major headache. She groans loudly and helps herself up. She simply couldn't remember anything that happened last night... why was her room so trashed. She lifted all the thick covers from her body. "What the?" Why were her legs wrapped in white bandages. She carefully got out of bed and looked around. Her door was closed. She looked in her bathroom mirror to see her makeup smudged and her hair a mess. "Yikes... goddamm did I fight a bear or something?" She turns the shower on and freshens up, letting the hot droplets of water cleanse her skin.

Once she goes in front of the mirror she trues to recollect what happened to her that night. She picks her makeup up and fixes herself. Molding herself into an acceptable image. She looks at herself one last time before going to her dresser. She didn't have work today so she opted for just a oversized black t shirt. She took her dress off in front of her vanity just to be revealed with some very...very. revealing lingerie. Then it hits her.

"Areum?" Her door slides open. It was Hoseok, she quickly covers herself and blurts "did we do anything!"

Hoseok eyes her body. Even though she tried to cover herself up her vanity reveals her backside which Areum is quick to notice. "H-Hoseok!" Hoseok laughed a bit and closed the door, not answering her question.

"Oh my god ,oh my god ,oh my god." She repeats as she quickly takes her lingerie off and changes her clothes. She pulled on some pajama pants and quickly made her way to Hoseok. He was on his way out. "Nuh uh!" She blocks the door. "What the hell happened last night!"

"I dunno princess you tell me." he hummed

She looked at him "no.. no we.." and then she looked around the house. "I broke up with Jimin.."

"Mhm."

"But why are you here. And why was I" her hands swiftly went to her head. She groans as banging pain inflamed. "Whats going on." She whined.

Hoseok sighed as he looked at the time. It was time for hom to go to his job, his father, forced him into working. It wasn't like he wanted that promotion. That time he was promoted his father found out he was dealing drugs in college. Something that he's ashamed of ever since but he did it because he needed the money and he'd do it again in a heart beat.

He was everything his father never wanted...

He sighed as he took Areum by the shoulders leading her to her couch. He picked up most of the glass that night but he fell asleep to finish. He needed to stay and make sure she was alright.

"Sit down." He gets her a glass of water and some pills " look. I don't know what happened all that well but you called me and yoh were flat out drunk I'm guessing because you broke up with Jimin and you didn't mix your alcohol." He sighed.

"And I called you." Everything is slowly hitting her. She remembers what she told him that night and she could feel her heart going down to her stomach. "I'm so sorry." She runs her hands threw her hair and throws her head back on the couch.

"For what?" Hoseok stared at her "all you did was call me a drug dealer. "

"Augh." She drags as she fakes a bang on her head. "I'm sorry for that too! I." She finally gets the courage to look at him. "Look. I've just always been curious about you.. and I've heard things... I was just too scared to ask."

He looks into her eyes, he could tell she was speaking from her heart. "If you must know." He fixes Areums hair "I was dealing at a time in my life. My biological mother needed surgery and my father denied to supply. So I had too."

Areum listened intendly and Hoseok chuckled a bit "everything you heard about me was probably true. I'm not your perfect suit and tie guy." His eyes drift her her lips and defined collarbone. "The only reason I accepted that damn job was because of my mom. Her dying wish was for me to accept it. After all that she still died."

Areum heard him, she really did. He wasn't afraid to go against anyone, even though it was a bad choice it was his. He had his profound own freedom and achieved his own things... even though his ways were twisted but everytime he let out a small laugh she could feel her heart beating a mile a minute. She could feel his eyes mentally undressing her and even when it was silent it wasnt..

"But you. You are little miss innocent right?" He teased "you've never done anything that goes against what your parents say. Always in the modest outfits, cleanest makeup, even the way you speak is proficient"

"I..." Areum sighed, she didn't know of that was a compliment or. She could feel her cheeks getting red again. She hasn't experienced her own life yet.

"It's cute..." He kept caressing her face and lifted her chin. Yes, she still had an agonizing headache but it was as if everything stopped. "I'm guessing you called me because you wanted to change that?"

She was speechless but Hoseok was doing all the speaking for her "thats why I'm here... right princess?"

She meekly nodded her head, a part of her feeling guilty to admitting something she denied to heavily before.

"I will... but for right now I need you to rest." He picks her up and places her in bed. "Goodnight Areum."

That day over. Hoseok left but now she's waiting for him in a flowey lilac dress at a fancy rooftop restaurant she picked out. She really wanted to impress him today. She didn't see him at the shop so her anticipation to see him today was super high. Whenever she saw him it was as if she had a freedom. She chose him.. not anyone else. She did.

He finally shows up wearing a loose white button down and dress pants. "What a fancy place." He looks down at Areum and raises a brow.

As they sat it was silent. A lot of small talk as if they were just... buisness partners. Areum sipped her red wine.. maybe this wasn't gonna work. She couldn't think of a single word to say to him. Hoseok laughed a bit and got up. She finally spoke "are you leaving?"

"You clearly don't have good taste in restaurants so yeah." He extended his hand to her. "Lets go. I know a place not far from here."

She smiles as she took his hand. The elevator door opened for them and they were the only two going down. "I like your pearls." Hoseok complimented.

"Th-thank you." She gets the courage to compliment him back "I like your uh.. jawline."

There was a silence and they both laughed. The rest of the night was better.

Turned out the lady with a PhD owned a small cafe down the street that Hoseok helps out with. The waitress hands them their menus. Hoseok sits right by Areum, thigh on thigh as he points out to his favorites in the menu. He was very animated but not unnatural. She really loved getting to know him. His hands touched her as he leaned closer. "Yahhh." She blushed and giggles feeling his breath on her neck.

"You're such a hopeless romantic." He teased her more.

The night went on and they just visited local shops. Areum bought stupid souvenirs the small town had to offer. "Look! Imma a potato! Im your potato!" She turned to Hoseok with a potato hat and Hoseok smiled at the cashier a little embarrassed she had said it so loudly. "Okay Areum, let's go."

The night ended, it was very late. Areum texted Namjoon not to barge in tonight because she had something in mind... Hoseok had walked with her to her front door. He rested his shoulder on her door frame as he said his last goodbyes. "It was nice seeing you tonight. We should do this again."

"Mhm." Areum really couldn't focus on whatever this man was saying. He pushed all th right buttons today and his deep voice only pushed them in deeper. He continued on "so I guess I'll see you mnhm-!"

She couldn't help herself. She took him by the collar and gave him a deep kiss. She never had sex before but she was a good kisser... well.. at least she thought so.

Hoseok moaned as his firm being hands grasped her waist, pulling her closer. "Mm what a naughty girl we have?" He slightly pushed her into her house. Closing the door behind them he kissed her against the wall. Their tongues waltzing inside one another's mouths.

His hands ran up her curves , eager to just slip underneath her dress. He felt her dirty moans vibrating in his lips. "I wanna remember this." He smirks as he picks her up. He placed her on her kitchen counter and grabbed her thighs, intensly staring her down. His manhood was already hard and quite frankly, he's been hard ever since the date

A similar stare as hw had before in the coffee shop but more intimidating. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk anymore princess " his hands ran up her breast as his lips pranced around her neck finally sucking her sweet spot.

Kissing turned into stripping and Areum revealed to him a new black piece of lingerie, "mmyou were anticipating this?"

"Maybe.." areum giggled making hoseok laugh a little. She finally spoke again "but... I... never done anything like this before."

"Really?" Hoseok looked at her shocked

"Uh.. is that bad. I uhm-"

"No its just surprising. Your so beautiful..." He kissed her lips sweetly before continuing "if anytime you want me to stop or slow down." He kissed up her cheek "just say so baby. I'll go slow."

"Mhm" areum moaned.

Hoseok stopped and lookes into her eyes with a little chuckle "what did I say?"

"Hoseok.." Areum whines from his sudden stop.

"Come on Areum this is serious." He hummed and held her chin up so she could look directly in his eyes

"If I want you to stop... I just say so."

Hoseok nods and then touches her gently, throwing Areum way back.

He wanted to crack her code. She was more than what met the eye.. he just knew it. The night was fantastic towards both of them. They both wanted eachother. Areum wanting to have freedom like Hoseok and Hoseok wanted to do at least something right in his life like Areum but there was more to meet the eye in both of their lives...

As they gently carresed eachother in bed, taking care of eachother after their session they craved more.

There had to be more...

Authors note: and I definitely have more for this "series" if you're interested give me a shout out! The coming chapters will definitely be more detailed on the characters backstories and even more psychologically thrilling.

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rose-of-oz · 1 year ago

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🐴 + Bailey, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

Of course of course! Thanks so much for this, Alexandra!! (Also gonna tag @carmens-garden since she asked for the same thing!)

Their favorite musical: Oklahoma!.

Their first ever halloween costume: A bunny rabbit - she was four years old in a fluffy white costume her mother had bought for her, and she was the cutest little thing imaginable.

Their favorite 2010s song: “Girl Crush” by Little Big Town.

Their favorite kind of weather: Nice and sunny and hot, just on the verge of boiling - it’s the kind of weather she’s used to, being from Texas, and she can’t get enough of it.

What extracurriculars they did in school: Student council, yearbook, and she was a cheerleader in ninth grade only (in Texas), member of the New Directions (in Lima).

Their favorite word: Lilting.

About their first kiss: It was in seventh grade, with a boy who was her date to the fall dance. He asked her to come behind the bleachers in the gym with him and then kissed her, and she let him, but she didn’t like it, which she just assumed was because she hadn’t been expecting it and she didn’t really like this boy anyway, he’d just been the only one to ask her to the dance. (Spoiler: that was not the reason, she is just very gay.)

What kind of posters they had in their room as a kid: A bunch of posters of country singers and some of her favorite movies, including both Dolly Parton and Hocus Pocus.

If they have a lucky object (and what it is): A pearl ring that she got from her grandmother for her tenth birthday that she always wears for competitions and school presentations or anything else she’s stressed about - even when she can’t wear it during New Directions performances, she makes sure she has it on her.

Their saddest injury: When she comes out to her aunt and uncle, they react really terribly and hatefully, and during the ensuing argument when Bailey is defending herself and escalates to yelling at them while her parents try to calm everyone down, her aunt backhands her. Her parents immediately intervene and kick her aunt and uncle out of the house, but Bailey still winds up with a cut on her cheek from her aunt’s rings and an internal pain that’s a lot worse than that.

send me 🐴 + an oc!!

#asks about my ocs #oc: bailey taylor

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purvlereign · 1 year ago

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Greetings and salutations!!!

Ashanti. 20. Black. Cis female.

• college student (i graduate next year tho!!!)

• an amazingly talented aspiring writer (who often suffers from writers block unfortunately 😒)

• old school enthusiast (old music? old movies? i LOVE them)

• christian (i don’t discriminate but pls don’t follow me if you’re gonna disrespect my religion. thanks ❤️)

• womanist (i don’t subscribe to the underlying white supremacist ideology of feminism. don’t like it, don’t interact)

• straight (but i heavily support the lgbtq+ community. i love y’all motherfuckers)

• pro-black (that doesn’t mean i’m anti-white, folks 🤣😭)

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FAVE TV SERIES — Criminal Minds, Law and Order: svu, Euphoria, A Different World, Touched by an Angel, Roots (2016), The Jeffersons, Any Day Now, Good Times, Big Little Lies, Family Ties, In Living Color, Gimme a Break, Star, Everybody Hates Chris, Moesha, King of the King & more.

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FAVE MUSICAL ARTISTS — Michael Jackson, DeBarge, Halle Bailey, NSYNC, Queen, Whitney Houston, Switch, Mariah Carey, Beyoncé, Kendrick Lamar, El DeBarge, Dru Hill, Kelly Clarkson, Selena, Bobby DeBarge, P!nk, Boyz II Men, Ella Mai, Jodeci, Chico DeBarge, Christopher Williams, Justin Timberlake, Anita Baker, Stevie Wonder, Aretha Franklin, Amy Winehouse, Fleetwood Mac, Tina Turner, Mahalia Jackson, Prince, Bebe & Cece Winans, Pearl Jam & MANY more.

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hermitcrafths · 4 months ago

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Returning Student Summaries!

Marigold (she/her, moonbloom hybrid):

She went on a tour with Skizz, then met Pearl as her new roommate where Pearl met Goldie’s support tea dragon. When Goldie used her magic to add plants where Pearl suggested Goldie should cause chaos-, Goldie then met Stress at nature club where Stress gave Goldie a key to the greenhouse warning her to not give it to Pearl- she would cause chaos. Then Pearl tries to grow poisonous plants once Stress left, but Goldie convinced her not to. Then Goldie met Bdubs.

Lou (she/her, butterfly hyrbrid):

Started off on a tour with Pearl, but when Pearl noticed corruption, panicked and almost lost control, shifting into half-watcher form. Grian came, and Pearl went to rest (meeting Goldie). Grian then started using his watcher magic to try and heal Lou, (unfortunately watcher magic is not used for “good”) but he just knocked Lou out. When Lou woke up on the infirmary bed, she freaked out tried to run away, and insulted Cleo a lot. Eventually she did let Scar put the salve on. Once she was done, she went on a tour with Cleo, apologized for being rude to them, got mad at Cleo again and Cleo dumped their trauma on Lou. Ended with the tour finishing, Cleo is Lou’s roommate.

Milly (she/they, vampire):

She went on a tour with False, and talks about her fire trauma. False then goes to find Mumbo, Milly and Mumbo then they talk about vampire stuff. Once Mumbo leaves, False and Milly go tot the library, where a watcher visits Milly and says to not ask about what she should not know. Afterwards Rose, Milly’s demon appears, and they get to their shared dorm with Gem, and false leaves. Gem meets Rose, and they chat. Gem leaves and Milly goes to explore, after meeting Doc, Milly get’s food and meets Grian and Scar, it ends with Rose saying that Grian is a bit suspicious.

Bailey (they/them, goblin):

About to go on a tour with Grian, and Grian is their roommate.

Moth (he/him, goblin):

About to go on a tour with Xisuma.

Cole (they/them, fox hybrid)

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wavehq · 1 year ago

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enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, joyce meadowcroft ( the thursday murder club series ), olivia white ( lemonade mouth ), nani pelekai ( lilo & stitch ), and nick nelson ( heartstopper ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, cosmo!

( the thursday || murder || club series, dupes not allowed. dame emma thompson, she/her, cis woman. ) ——- hey, is that ( joyce meadowcroft ) hanging around ( pearl housing )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( sixty-five ) year old ( retired nurse ) and ( baking )? they’re notorious for being ( loving ) yet ( overly curious ), and i always seem to hear ( solitude ) by ( billie holidy ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( being everyone's surrogate grandma ), and they’re associated with ( || murder || mystery novels neatly stacked on shelves + the smell of darjeeling tea filling your room ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( trusting siobhan ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ cosmo, twenty-six / cet, they/he. ]

( lemonade mouth, dupes not allowed. halle bailey, she/her, cis woman. ) ——- hey, is that ( olivia white ) hanging around ( the clay corner )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty-three ) year old ( singer-songwriter ) and ( making ceramics )? they’re notorious for being ( talented ) yet ( shy ), and i always seem to hear ( this love ( taylor's version ) ) by ( taylor swift ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( starting a sucessful high school band ), and they’re associated with ( stickers carefully placed on an acoustic guitar + the heart of a hopeless romantic ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( keeping her father a secret ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ cosmo, twenty-six / cet, they/he. ]

( lilo & stitch, dupes not allowed. auli'i cravalho, she/they, gender non conforming. ) ——- hey, is that ( nani pelekai ) hanging around ( astera beachfront )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty-two ) year old ( waitress ) and ( surfing )? they’re notorious for being ( responsible ) yet ( temperamental ), and i always seem to hear ( hotel california ) by ( eagles ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( adopting her sister the minute she turned 18 ), and they’re associated with ( sand stuck on damp bikini tops + the hustle & bustle of a crowded restaurant ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( not realizing what lilo actually needed sooner ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ cosmo, twenty-six / cet, they/he. ]

( heartstopper, dupes not allowed. froy gutierrez, he/they, agender. ) ——- hey, is that ( nick nelson ) hanging around ( celestire university )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty-three ) year old ( student & part-time cashier ) and ( playing rugby )? they’re notorious for being ( cheerful ) yet ( insecure ), and i always seem to hear ( rollercoaster ) by ( bleachers ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( being the local high school's rugby captain ), and they’re associated with ( marvel comics cluttered all over your room + a camera roll full of pictures of your dog ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( not noticing just how bad charlie was doing sooner ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ cosmo, twenty-six / cet, they/he. ]

#heartstopper rp #disney rp #dcom rp #book rp #multifandom rp #fandom rp #whq.accept

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occupied-retirement · 2 years ago

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“Maybe one day it might become a criminal offense to allow someone to go hungry.”

I plan to visit Spain for the first time later this year and I just ordered novels and non-fiction about Spain from my local library after I reviewed lists and links my cousin Marty, a retired Spanish teacher and traveler, sent to me. I added a few films to my list after I did a quick search of Netflix. I was a bit surprised to find “The Good Fight” there – a 1984 documentary about US citizens who went to Spain to fight for the Republic against Franco in the 1930’s prior to the US entry into WWII. I had seen it years ago and I watched it again last week to refresh my memory about Spain’s peasants and workers struggles against the Franco dictatorship. It is a film that is well worth watching if you haven’t seen it.

Before I went to college I had never even heard of the Spanish Civil War. Luckily I took a class from Dr. Robert Colodny, a veteran of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade who had almost been drummed out of the University of Pittsburgh during the McCarthy era. He managed to survive redbaiting attacks and taught history there until his retirement. He wrote a moving short memoir about his time in Spain and he taught us about the failures of US policy in preventing Hitler and Franco from defeating a democracy and installing Franco as dictator of Spain where he ruled until the 1970’s. My dad was a somewhat Archie Bunker kind of conservative. Like a lot of parents and right-wing politicians in those days he blamed my activism on those “radical professors” and I guess he was at least partially correct.

What is really moving about the film are the stories of several veterans of the Brigade – male and female, African-American and white, Christian, Jew and atheist – who risked death, loss of citizenship, and extreme hardship in Spain to step in and fight against Fascism because they identified with the working class of Spain. The US government refused to intervene or send supplies and arms to the Republican army that defended the democracy in Spain. The Abraham Lincoln Brigade was the USA’s first truly racially integrated army. Half of the American citizens in the brigade died in Spain.

Many Americans worked in the United States to support the Republicans. They petitioned the government to lift the embargo on Republican Spain to send arms to the Republic. Union workers held fundraising events, collected goods – food, clothing, ambulances – as did Harvard students and workers. Cab Calloway and Fats Waller entertained at a Dance for Spain and A. Philip Randolph, Helen Keller, John Houseman, Albert Einstein, Langston Hughes, Dorothy Parker, Paul Robeson and Lillian Hellman all spoke out against Hitler and Franco. In 1938 “Blockade,” a film starring Henry Fonda as a Spanish peasant, highlighted the struggles against Fascism. Eventually 75% of Americans who knew enough to have an opinion supported lifting the blockade, but it was never lifted – and US oil companies sold oil to the Fascists and the government allowed Germany and Italy to arm them – up until we were attacked at Pearl Harbor. Sounds familiar huh?

The American Lincoln Brigade was forced to leave Spain as the Republic fell to Franco and the forces backed by Hitler. Bill Bailey, a worker featured in the film, was – along with many of the returning volunteers- branded as a “premature anti-Fascist.” In other words, since they opposed Hitler before our government and corporations did, they were blocked from work, threatened with loss of their citizenship and faced with other reprisals. But Bill said as he left Spain, “You didn’t think in terms of defeat because the people were there cheering for us. We felt we were going to carry on in another front – even if it wasn’t in Spain.”

Despite the defeat of the Republic of Spain, the loss of so many volunteers from the Abraham Lincoln Brigade, and the failure of the United States government to defend the people who identified Hitler as a threat and worked to defeat his armies prior to our country’s entry into World War II, Bill tried to hold on to his optimism throughout his life. In his interview, he said that he keeps on fighting because “maybe one day it might become a criminal offense to allow someone to go hungry.”

And isn’t that what many of us who are engaged in our own versions of “the good fight” hope for? That one day, it will be more of a crime to deny the humanity and survival of other human beings and our planet than to rob a bank?

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acadiahqs · 3 years ago

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congratulations! you’ve been accepted into 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐇𝐐𝐒, the oldest school for the supernatural. please make sure you’ve read over our welcome package while we wait to prepare for your arrival. make yourselves at home, lennox is a town full of possibilities!

the faceclaims of: amita suman, avan jogia, camila mendes, kat graham, madison bailey and natasha liu bordizzo have now been taken

[ AVAN JOGIA, SEVENTY-FOUR, MALE ]. who is that on campus? oh, it’s just the new professor [ WISTARI VALE ]. [ HE ] is originally from [ VALORIA ] and they’re teaching the [ Elvin Arts & Literature ] classes around here. apparently they’re also a/an [ ELF ]. they remind me of [ ROLLED UP SLEEVES OF AN OVERSIZED SWEATER, THE SMELL OF THE AIR JUST BEFORE THE RAIN, BARE FEET IN THE MORNING, AND HIGHLIGHTED PASSAGES IN A BOOK ]

[ KAT GRAHAM, THIRTY-ONE, FEMALE ]. who just got accepted? oh, it’s just the new student [ LENA JOHNSON ]. [ SHE/HER ] is/are originally from [ WILMINGTON, DE ] and they’re apparently a/an [ DRAGON ]. did you hear their focus is [ PYROKINESIS ] ? that’s probably how they got in. they remind me of [ THE CALM SEA, WARM HUGS, SANDALWOOD INCENSE, PUMPKIN PIE ]

[ CAMILA MENDES, TWENTY-FOUR, FEMALE ]. who just got accepted? oh, it’s just the new student [ MAYA RODRIGUEZ ]. [ SHE ] is originally from [ NEW YORK, US ] and they’re apparently a [ SIREN ]. did you hear their focus is [ MEMORY MANIPULATION & PSYCHIC INFLICTION ] ? that’s probably how they got in. they remind me of [ PEARL NECKLACES, ORGANISED DESK, BALLERINA SHOES & BLACK AND WHITE MOVIES ]

[ MADISON BAILEY, TWENTY-FOUR, FEMALE ]. who just got accepted? oh, it’s just the new student [ TINUVIEL DOBBY ]. [ SHE ] is originally from [ VALORIA ] and they’re apparently an [ ELF ]. did you hear their focus is [ MOON ] ? that’s probably how they got in. they remind me of [ AN INNOCENT SMILE WITH TWISTED GAZE, LUNAR ECLIPSE SWALLOWED WITH CLOUDS, CANDLE LANTERNS LINING A COBBLE PATH WAY, & THE SOUND OF WIND THROUGH THE LEAVES ]

[amita suman, sixty-four, cis woman]. who is that on campus? oh, it’s just the new professor [samira rosyara]. [she/her] is originally from [lake district, england] and they’re teaching the [wood & nature] classes around here. apparently they’re also a [ wood elf ]. they remind me of [ the palpable non-silence of a teeming forest, a bubbling brook swelling to a raging river and easing gently back, unidentifiable herbal tea, flowering weeds writhing up through concrete ]

[ NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO, TWENTY-TWO, FEMALE ]. who just got accepted. oh, it’s just the new student [ ENYA DAIYU ]. [ SHE ] is originally from [ HONG KONG ] and they’re apparently a [ MOROI ]. did you hear their focus is [ SPIRIT ] ? that’s probably how they got in. they remind me of [ COLD SEEPING IN THE VEINS AT THE EDGE OF DEATH, THE INKLING OF HOPE BRIGHTENING THE FUTURE, LOVE BLOSSOMING AT THE EDGE OF DESPAIR, SHADOWS UNEARTHED BENEATH TROUBLED EYES ]

#accepted #supernatural rp #town rp #appless rp

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headcanonseverywhere · 4 years ago

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Forget Me Not

Plot: Short drabbles regarding my Zeus kid, Clark O’Niell, during his life in the 1940’s, his death, his time at the Fields of Asphodel, and then coming back to the mortal world through the Doors of Death during HoO.

Edit: changed the day where Clark comes back to the mortal world

1940

Clark landed another punch at Thomas Jensen, before getting kicked in the stomach by him. The two boys continued to brawl outside of their high school campus, and a large crowd had already formed around them, as if the entire student body was present.

But a teacher cut through the crowd and immediately broke up the fight, the kids boo’d but quickly went their separate ways as the teacher threatened to give each and every single one of them a month’s worth of after school detention.

“Jensen, O'Neill!” called the teacher. “To the principal’s office! Now!”

The boys glared at each other, but reluctantly obeyed. Once they arrived, they took their seats in front of Principal Bailey’s desk, and he looked at the two very sternly.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asked.

“Rat-face here called my mom a whore.” Clark spat, nudging his head towards Thomas’ direction.

“Clark!” the principal barked, and turned to the other guy. “Is this true, Thomas?”

“I didn’t say a word Mr. Bailey.” Thomas answered. “He just came up to me and started acting all crazy!”

“You lyin’ son-of-a-bitch!” Clark shouted, getting up from his seat.

“CLARK!” Principal Bailey yelled again. “Control yourself, or I’ll expel you from this school!”

Clark looked at the principal, whose glare pierced through his soul, and then back at Thomas, who had a smug look on his face before reverting back to his innocent boy look once the principal called for his attention.

“You’re dismissed.” Principal Bailey told Thomas, then faced Clark once more. “And you, this is your last warning!”

And the principal excused Clark out of his office, but as he walked down the hallway, Thomas pushed him to the ground, laughing in amusement.

“Gonna go run to your momma?” he mocked. “Make sure she has no company first, if you know what I mean.”

Clark stood up and quickly grabbed the collar of Thomas’ shirt, pulling it towards him. “I told you not to say shit about my mom, ��ya rat-face!”

“I’m just telling the truth, ‘ya good-for-nothin’ bastard!” Thomas spat.

Clark’s knuckles had already turned white from gripping onto Thomas’ collar too tight. He was itching to throw a punch at his face, but Principal Bailey’s voice echoed in his mind, threatening him with expulsion if he ever got himself in another fight, and he knew that he’d contact his mother about it. She was already going through so much, he didn’t want to burden her with his antics.

But there was no way he was going to let Thomas get away with it.

With a quick sudden movement, Clark landed his fist on Thomas’ face, and watched him stagger backwards, but this time something strange happened. From the moment his knuckles touched Thomas’ face, he felt as though tiny shock waves poured through them, and even after the punch, he felt his fist pulse like an electric charge. He could even see Thomas’ cheek singed, as though he had lit half of his face on fire, and the confused look on his face matched Clark's.

“What the hell…?” Thomas muttered, and walked angrily over him.

But as Clark was preparing to throw another punch, he heard Principal Bailey shout at the end of the hallway, and he knew he was now in more trouble than ever.

1941

“You’re gonna go fight in the war?” asked Betty.

Betty was a good friend of Clark’s, and the only one that could knock some sense into him. She was awfully pretty too, something that Clark had noticed for quite some time.

“Yeah.” he answered, bringing a lit cigarette to his mouth.

“Did you tell your mother yet?”

“First person I told,” he answered as he puffed out a cloud of smoke. “She bawled her eyes out.”

“Well, she has a reason to, most people don’t come back when they go to war.”

“Not this fella!” Clark pointed his thumb to himself. “I’m gonna fight in that war, beat the enemy, then come back a hero! Then everyone in this goddamn town will know my worth.”

“You don’t have to prove anybody your worth.”

“...Well, at least they’ll shut their trap about me.”

“Clark?” she called to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He turned, and when met with her hazel eyes, he felt his whole chest grow warm, but at the same time, the sorrow in her eyes struck pain in his heart.

“Promise me you’ll come back, safe and sound?” she asked, tightly gripping onto his worn out shirt.

Clark smiled, and gently caressed her cheek. “I promise.”

Betty held back a sob, but smiled nonetheless. Clark smiled as well, amazed by the fact that she still managed to stand her ground, despite all of her feelings bubbling inside. That’s what he liked about her, he wished he could control his emotions like her, to stay level-headed under stress, but as she told him many times before, he was like a fire-cracker, the minute anyone lit up a fuse, he’d cause a ruckus.

As Betty took a deep breath, she grabbed a hairpin from her neatly done hair, and placed it on the palm of Clark’s hand, closing it shut.

“Take this when you go.” she said, almost in a whisper. “As...a little reminder of home.”

Clark opened up his hand, and saw a dainty-looking hairpin of a small batch of forget-me-nots surrounded by pearls.

He smiled. “I will.”

1942

Clark’s ears rang with the sounds of explosions surrounding the trenches. Several men piled on the ground around him, dead. Many of them were fathers, brothers, and lovers, who all had promised to return home after the war.

He reached into his pocket for a brief second, and felt Betty’s hairpin safely inside. For a moment, he was back home, and he could see her soft brown hair blow gently in the wind, as she smiled warmly towards him. He remembered his promise to her, and the pained look in her eyes as she made him promise.

He was going to return home, he was certain of it.

He tightened the grip on her hairpin.

He was going to return to her.

But the sound of more explosions cut through his train of thought, deafening his ears, and suddenly everything turned white.

Underworld

Everything turned white, and silent.

No more explosions.

No more toxins.

No more smoke and ashes.

It was all a blur. Clark couldn’t remember much of what happened, but then again, time seemed to blend within each other in the trenches.

All he could remember was the cool metallic feeling of Betty’s hairpin, tightly grasped in his hand.

His hazy vision began to settle, and soon he found himself on a boat, floating on a long, dark river, underneath a cool cave. He couldn’t remember getting there, nor if he had ever been there before.

“Where’s your payment?” he heard a voice ask.

He looked up, and across from him stood a tall man dressed in a flashy suit, he carried a long oar on one hand, and had the other hand outstretched, waiting.

“For what?” asked Clark.

“For passage to the Underworld, what else?” the man snapped.

“The Underworld?”

The man rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for this.”

“What’s going on here, where am I?!” Clark continued to ask. “And who are you?!”

The man pressed the bridge of his nose tightly, then let out an irritated sigh. “Charon. I’m Charon, ferryman of the Underworld, and you--my friend--have just kicked the bucket.”

Clark paused. “I...I died?”

“Yep.”

He pressed his hands against his body, and for a second he didn’t believe Charon, for he felt just fine, but then he looked down at his clothes and froze.

His uniform was drenched in blood, covered in large tears and holes, and parts of it were burnt to a crisp.

In an instant, he remembered the explosions, and he finally realized that he had died. He died in the trenches, along with the other men who had fallen before him.

He remembered his promise to Betty, and tears formed in his eyes.

He would never see her again.

“Now, where’s your payment?” Charon asked again, his hand still outstretched.

“I don’t have any, I died.”

“Every soul that embarks into the Underworld carries with them gold drachmas.” Charon explained. “You should be no different.”

“D-Drachmas? Look, I don’t have any dough on me! I’m dead, how can I have money if I’m dead?!”

Charon stared at him for a long time, studying him, as though he was searching for payment all throughout him, until his eyes fell onto his shirt pocket.

“Check in there.” he said, pointing at Clark’s pocket.

He reached into his pocket, and was surprised to find a handful of golden drachmas, and as he observed the coins, he couldn’t help but notice faint bolts of lightning flicker between them.

Charon inched his hand closer, and Clark handed the drachmas to him. He smiled, placing them inside the pocket of his pinsuit.

“Welcome to the Underworld.” he said, and began to row the boat down the river.

Judgement

Clark reached a pavilion. It was dark, spacious, with a looming ceiling that felt infinite, as though connected to the night sky. A grand table stood ahead of him, and on it sat three men who looked directly at him. “Come forth, Clark O’Neill.” said a booming voice.

He slowly approached, and as he did he began to recognize two of the three, Thomas Jefferson, the third president of the United States, and William Shakespeare, the renowned English writer and poet he was forced to learn about in school. He couldn’t recognize the third man, but knew he must have been part of Ancient Greece, for he wore a tunic similar to the ones he’d seen in his school books.

“Fields of Punishment.” said the third man, glaring down at Clark.

“Not so fast, King Minos.” said William Shakespeare. “It is too early to decide.”

“It is evident! He was a nuisance, selfish, and never contributed anything good to society.”

“I went to war!” Clark raised his voice.

“And disrespectful towards authority!” added King Minos. “Fields of Punishment it is!”

“I disagree.” said Thomas Jefferson, calmly. “Like he said, he fought in a war. He willingly risked his life to fight a fight caused by others. If anything, that shows an immense act of selflessness to me.

“He also respected his mother,” he continued. “And protected those he loved around him. He was a loyal son, and friend. Perhaps Elysium is the best option?”

“Bah! You give any demigod entry to Elysium just for fighting a measly war.”

“Perhaps you wouldn’t understand the hardships of war, since you were the one to always cause the conflict.”

“Do not forget that I was king! I’ve fought in battles long before you came into existence!”

“Silence.” said Shakespeare, and the two men ceased their bickering. He returned to face Clark.

“Clark O'Neill,” he began. “Son of Mildred O'Neill and Zeus, king of the gods.”

“Zeus?” Clark repeated, utterly confused.

But Shakespeare paid no attention to his comment, and continued. “You fought bravely in the war above, and proved yourself to be loyal, but there were also times in which you acted on impulse, fueled by your own anger.

“You have done good, but also committed many flaws in your life. To the Fields of Asphodel you go.”

The Doors of Death

Time felt non-existent in the Fields of Asphodel. Clark felt himself drift aimlessly along with the millions upon millions of translucent souls around him.

He could barely remember what his life was like prior to dying, except for flashes of memories he thinks are his. One memory appeared to be of himself fighting a rather bulkier guy of his age, another seemed to be of a familiar older woman, with a tired but loving look on her face as she gazed upon him, and another memory seemed to be of a young girl about his age, with soft brown hair, and a warm smile.

He stopped for a moment, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, and absentmindedly reached to his pocket. In his hand was a dainty-looking hairpin with a batch of forget-me-nots surrounded by pearls.

His hands suddenly sparked, and a chill ran down his spine. The image of the young girl bore deep into his mind, and suddenly he remembered. Her name was Betty, and she had given him her hairpin as a reminder of home, and of herself, as well as his promise to come back.

He also remembered his mother, who always managed to find hope in the bleakest of times, and he even remembered Thomas Jensen, who always gave him a hard time for not having a father.

His father.

He remembered the Judgement Pavilion, and Shakespeare revealing his parentage.

He was the son of Zeus, god of thunder and king of the gods.

He stumbled backwards a bit, as all of his memories that now resurfaced his mind gave him a slight headache. He looked back down at Betty’s hairpin, and knew he had to go back.

But how?

Go to the Doors of Death.

He looked around in search of the voice he had just heard, but no one seemed to have spoken to him. Then, he felt his body pull forward, and found himself walking in a direction he hadn’t gone before, to a place he wasn’t sure where it would lead.

Finally, he saw two tall doors loom before him. They were slightly ajar, and a sliver of light broke through. He saw a few souls slip through them, and felt an urge to do the same.

He approached the Doors of Death, and part of him wasn’t sure if it was right, but part of him knew he had to. He couldn’t stop thinking about Betty, and her warm smile, and her beautiful hazel eyes. He wanted to see her again, he wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her how much he missed her, how much he loved her.

The light from the doors grew brighter and brighter, until it completely blinded him, turning everything white.

2010

He felt like he was dreaming. Everything felt familiar, but different all at the same time. Everything was much louder and cramped. Cars zoomed past like lightning, and hundreds of people moved closely together, speaking over each other all at once.

He felt dizzy, and his head hurt, but he kept moving forward. His mind could only think of Betty, and he firmly grasped her hairpin, as though just by its mere touch made her closer to him.

He continued to move along, without any destination in mind, and gathered the attention of only two or three people--who had noticed him dressed in a bloody soldier uniform, and were giving him very concerned looks--when he bumped straight into a young woman.

“Sorry.” he said.

“That’s ok, that’s fine!” she said, though she looked like she was in a hurry, constantly looking over her shoulder.

But she finally took a good look at him, and suddenly her face switched from impatience to alarm.

“Oh my gods, are you okay?!” she asked.

Before he could reply, the young woman gasped and drew a bronze dagger out of thin air, and suddenly a hideous monster emerged from around the block.

“What is that?!” he cried.

“You can see it?!” the girl asked him, perplexed.

The monster stopped in their tracks, and observed the two. It hissed in delight. “Two demigods stand helplessly before me, oh lucky day!”

“Demigods?” the girl faced Clark. “You’re a demigod?”

“I...I think so.” he said.

“A son of the eldest gods.” the monster hissed, as it carefully observed Clark. “Lucky day it is!”

The young woman charged at the monster, stabbing it with her dagger. The monster hissed and swatted her away, but she was quick, and stepped to the side, digging her blade deep into the monster’s skin again, and it howled in pain.

Clark watched as she fought the monster, and although she was a good fighter, the monster was stronger, and seemed to be quickly overpowering her. He didn’t know what to do, he tried looking around to ask anyone for help, but no one seemed to have noticed the fight, nor the monster that was literally right in front of them.

He felt helpless and he hated that, and recalled his time at school, as Thomas Jensen would mock him at any given moment, making him feel weak and pathetic. He also recalled his neighbors giving his mom nasty looking and muttering mean things behind her back, all for raising a son on her own, and he couldn’t do much about it, for no matter how much he shouted, or how hard he punched, they would always look down on him, and he would always feel helpless.

His blood boiled with rage, and suddenly he felt his hands spark and crackle like lightning, and before he knew it he was inches away from the monster’s face, landing an electric-fueled punch on its face, and watched as it flew back several feet, crashing into a brick wall, leaving a huge dent.

The monster shook itself up, glaring straight towards Clark, and a low growl left its throat. The young woman--who was watching from the sidelines--looked at him in awe, but soon regained her stance as the monster charged forward.

The two continued fighting the monster, Clark landed more lightning punches, while the girl slashed and tore its flesh with her dagger. Slowly, the monster became overwhelmed, until it burst into a pile of dust. The two kids stood, panting, and watched as the dust began to sink into the ground.

But suddenly, the dust began to bubble up, resurfacing from the ground, and slowly the monster began to reform.

“It’s not dead?!” Clark cried.

“Unfortunately.” the girl replied. “Monsters aren’t staying dead like they used to.”

She turned around and grabbed a hold of his wrist. “We gotta go quick, before it fully spawns itself back to life!”

“Where are we going?”

“To Camp Half-Blood, you’re a demigod too, so it’s only logical for you to come with me!”

And the girl took off, with him following close behind. Clark looked back, and saw the monster already spawning, half of its body fully formed.

They ran until they reached a bus terminal, and entered a boarding travelling bus.

“Where is this camp?” he asked once they took their seats.

“Long Island.” she replied. “Chiron’s gonna want to have a word with you.”

“Charon?”

She laughed. “No, Chiron. He’s the camp’s activity director--I’ll explain more on the way.”

As the last passenger climbed aboard, the bus took off.

“What you did back there was amazing.” the girl said, as they drove down a highway. “There aren’t that many demigods like you nowadays.”

“Speaking of which...what day is it today?” Clark asked, carefully.

The girl scoffed as she blinked in confusion. “Friday?”

“Of what? What day, month...year?”

“...July 5th, 2010? Why do you want to know?”

Clark felt his soul nearly leave his body again. The last time he was alive, it was the year 1942...it has been sixty-eight years since his death.

He thought of Betty, and his hand instinctively went to his pocket. He felt the metallic touch of her hairpin, and his heart sank.

He was never going to see her again. Ever.

#clark o'niell #pjo ocs #my ocs #my fics

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minors (3/4)

#american dad #roger smith #child actress #pearl bailey student #south dakota slim #roland chang #girl scout #lacrosse player #paper boy #josh bycel #alicia wilknar #steve smith #minors #daily roger personas #personas #disguises

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Franny Robinson HC Infodump #7: More Music Stuff

tw: mentions of psychedelic use (it’s clear it is in moderation but)

Cover Contributions To Tribute or Charity Albums (and other notable covers):

King of the Road: A Tribute to Roger Miller - Franny recorded a cover of The Moon Is High (And So Am I) for the album. There’s a really cute video uploaded on her YouTube channel of her recording the song and she’s playing acoustic guitar and dancing around in place as she sings in several takes. It’s one of the few internet videos where her husband is seen, because sometimes the camera pans to the sound engineer booth when he’s sitting next to Serghei, her go-to sound guy.

She participated on the charity album BBC Children In Need: Got It Covered, since England’s been her home from nearly twenty years now. She sang a slowed down, gentler version of Pat Benatar’s Shadows Of The Night. (inspired by that being a song I vividly remember my mom singing to my siblings and I lmao)

For the album The Music Is You: A John Denver Tribute, Franny sang Rhymes and Reasons.

On a John Prine tribute album released in 2017, Franny and the other half of the duo Dara & Danny, Daniel Maitland, recorded In Spite Of Ourselves for the album.

For a Connie Francis tribute album, Franny sang Where The Boys Are

Franny, along with black country singer Erica James, curated a Charley Pride tribute album, featuring solely country or country-adjacent singers of color. “Charley Pride, when I discovered a black country artist, as an Asian-American growing up in the 80s, that was amazing to me. Because little Cambodian me was like, ‘wow, so you don’t gotta look like Dolly or Willie to love this music.’ Everyone thinks country and bluegrass music is white people shit, but it ain’t. It was always a mix of folks influencin’ it. DeFord Bailey paved the way for Charley Pride, who paved the way for Darius Rucker, who paved the way for Jimmie Allen, Willie Jones, Mickey Guyton, Erica right here, and non-black POC like myself and Dan(iel Maitland). It was such an honor to get to curate this album with Erica. Amazing.” Franny recorded Does My Ring Hurt Your Finger for the album.

On the Tracy Lawrence tribute album Good Ole Days, she recorded As Any Fool Can See with him

She was featured on Brooks & Dunn’s Reboot, recording She’s Not The Cheatin’ Kind

During a SiriusXM session, she sang Gretchen Wilson’s When I Think About Cheatin’, and the performance w/ent viral

On a Leonard Cohen tribute album, she recorded A Thousand Kisses Deep and that cover also became popular

During a Spotify Sessions recording with Seoul Hanoi’d, Franny recorded a cover of Marcy Playground’s Sex & Candy, which also blew up, prompting Seoul Hanoi’d to officially release it on their 2018 album. It was the second of five singles off of the album, and Franny in the music video was Hot ™

During a Spotify Sessions recording as a solo artist, Franny recorded a cover of Kris Kristofferson’s From The Bottle To The Bottom

Khmer Music:

Franny, for the most part, does not record or perform pop music. However, she’s collaborated on tracks with Cambodian pop singers

She writes a lot of songs used in the soundtracks of Khmer tv dramas, and sings a lot of them as well

She’s known as The Soundtrack Queen in Cambodia

In addition to a lot of songs for film and tv, she’s released three albums entirely in Khmer. A jazz album comprised of original songs and Khmer language versions of classic jazz songs; and two in the indie/alternative style of music similar to Seoul Hanoi’d

And she’s recorded Khmer versions of several of her most famous songs

With other Cambodian diaspora musicians, she regularly collaborates on special covers of iconic Khmer 60s and 70s songs

Songwriting

Franny’s even more active as a songwriter than a recording artist. She’s got over 1,000 songwriting credits to her name.

She began writing songs “when I was 11, but they were atrocious, unsalvageable things. The first song I wrote that ever saw the light of day even after heavy edits was first thought up when I was thirteen.”

Franny is openly bisexual and explores that in her songwriting-- however, most of her songs about women or her sexuality that she wrote “pre-2009-ish” she’s scrapped or sold to other artists. Why? “Look, I’ve been married to my husband for almost twenty years now. And that doesn’t make me any less bisexual. But a lot of the songs I’ve written about women are from the perspective of a thirteen through twenty year old me, and at forty, I’m not the best narrator for those stories anymore.They are my lived experiences and my lived feelings, but I want to see how someone actually going through that will take it and interpret it. The songs I write about women loving women now are about characters I make up for the purpose of storytelling so they’re about women closer to my age, it’s about big girl love, not adolescent love.”

Common themes in Franny Sor Robinson songwriting: geography, vivid imagery like she’s showing you a picture of what she’s singing about, Buddhist themes, Christrianity (she’s a Buddhist but grew up in the Bible Belt so she’s very familiar with Christian themes), alliteration

Franny came under a degree of controversy in 2014 with the release of a song called “The Sabbath” because it was a tasteful song about how much she likes sex with her husband after they’ve been apart for a while, and Franny was like “you know you’d think the pearl-clutchin’ folks would be glad I practically worship my husband, but I forgot women ain’t supposed to actually enjoy sex.”

She's written another really sweet song about making love with her husband that did Not get hate because it was Acceptable TM and pretty romantic actually. Think along the lines of Josh Turner's Your Man or Dierks Bentley's Come A Little Closer. Songs deff about how they wanna get down but sweet.

After Franny retweet a clip of that Tyler Childers song in 2019 with the caption “big relate”, she was asked in a tweet if a follow up to The Sabbath was in the cards. Franny replied with “there’s a demo recorded for a song I wrote about six years back and that’s that on that.” Yes, Franny Sor Robinson indeed has written a song about masturbation. She’s performed the song live a few times, however, it is still unreleased officially

Franny’s written songs with lyrics alluding to her family’s experiences under the Khmer Rouge and escaping and resettling around the world, she cleverly hides them among her albums so people accidentally digest some education

Cornelius is the well-documented muse for “every love song I’ve written that I don’t specify in the album notes or an interview is written about a character. My husband is the love of my life and had given me twenty years and counting of great material to write about.”,

Franny’s been on both ends of this story. In 2019, a song Franny wrote but didn’t record became a smash pop hit after she and her producer sent it around to other producers. They recorded Franny’s demo in mid-2017 and they and the bigger pop producer that worked on the song with them listened to over 20 demos of the song until they found the right person to sing it.

And in 2013, Franny got a huge boost to her fame when she was the featured vocalist on a pop song that became a global smash hit. Franny doesn’t typically do like...super top 40 pop type music, but she liked the song so when her agent suggested she record a demo for it and send it back to the producer looking, she was like “sure, okay” and then was absolutely surprised that they chose her over some of the names she knew also recorded demos for the song.

Misc. Music facts

In 2019, a group of NYU students (where she did her undergrad) made a Franny Sor Robinson tribute album project; the majority of the students were Asian students in the university’s music programs who cite her as a big inspiration for them pursuing music. She 100% cried

For the Netflix show Just Trust Me that she co executive-produces, Franny is also one of the people who soundtrack the show

In 2020, to celebrate the 10 Year Anniversary of her biggest solo album’s release, she pulled a The Story And Cover Stories (we stan Brandi Carlile) where it was re-released along with cover versions of each song by other artists including some of Franny’s biggest living musical influences. All proceeds for the album were donated to Cambodian Living Arts.

Franny has openly admitted in interviews to using mushrooms, LSD, and DMT before in songwriting sessions. Her stance is Kacey Musgraves’ stance. Franny quote from 2019, “Used responsibly, I think psychedelics are a worthwhile experience to have. But safety and education are key. I truly don’t believe they are party drugs. Psychedelics aren’t a party, they’re a deeply spiritual and philosophical journey.”

#&&...hc #i should have slept but it is 6:15 am and here i am

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Pearl Bailey

Pearl Mae Bailey (March 29, 1918 – August 17, 1990) was an American actress and singer. After appearing in vaudeville she made her Broadway debut in St. Louis Woman in 1946. She won a Tony Award for the title role in the all-black production of Hello, Dolly! in 1968. In 1986, she won a Daytime Emmy award for her performance as a fairy godmother in the ABC Afterschool Special, Cindy Eller: A Modern Fairy Tale.

Her rendition of "Takes Two to Tango" hit the top ten in 1952. She received the Screen Actors Guild Life Achievement Award in 1976 and the Presidential Medal of Freedom on October 17, 1988.

Early life

Bailey was born in Newport News, Virginia, United States, to the Reverend Joseph James and Ella Mae Ricks Bailey. She was raised in the Bloodfields neighborhood of Newport News, Virginia. She graduated from Booker T. Washington High School in nearby Norfolk, Virginia, the first city in the region to offer higher education for black students. Blues singer Ruth Brown from Portsmouth, Virginia was one of her classmates.

She made her stage-singing debut when she was 15 years old. Her brother Bill Bailey was beginning his own career as a tap dancer, and suggested she enter an amateur contest at the Pearl Theatre in Philadelphia. Bailey won and was offered $35 a week to perform there for two weeks. However, the theatre closed during her engagement and she was not paid. She later won a similar competition at Harlem's famous Apollo Theater and decided to pursue a career in entertainment.

Career

Bailey began by singing and dancing in Philadelphia's black nightclubs in the 1930s, and soon started performing in other parts of the East Coast. In 1941, during World War II, Bailey toured the country with the USO, performing for American troops. After the tour, she settled in New York. Her solo successes as a nightclub performer were followed by acts with such entertainers as Cab Calloway and Duke Ellington. In 1946, Bailey made her Broadway debut in St. Louis Woman. For her performance, she won a Donaldson Award as the best Broadway newcomer. Bailey continued to tour and record albums in between her stage and screen performances. Early in the television medium, Bailey guest starred on CBS's Faye Emerson's Wonderful Town.

Her support of female impersonator Lynne Carter led him to credit Bailey with launching his career.

In 1967, Bailey and Cab Calloway headlined an all-black cast version of Hello, Dolly! The touring version was so successful, producer David Merrick took it to Broadway where it played to sold-out houses and revitalized the long running musical. Bailey was given a special Tony Award for her role and RCA Victor made a second original cast album. That is the only recording of the score to have an overture which was written especially for that recording.

A passionate fan of the New York Mets, Bailey sang the national anthem at Shea Stadium prior to game 5 of the 1969 World Series, and appears in the Series highlight film showing her support for the team. She also sang the national anthem prior to Game 1 of the 1981 World Series between the New York Yankees and Los Angeles Dodgers at Yankee Stadium.

Bailey hosted her own variety series on ABC, The Pearl Bailey Show (January – May 1971) which featured many notable guests, including Lucille Ball, Bing Crosby and Louis Armstrong (one of his last appearances before his death).

Following her 1971 television series, she provided voices for animations such as Tubby the Tuba (1976) and Disney's The Fox and the Hound (1981). She returned to Broadway in 1975, playing the lead in an all-black production of Hello, Dolly!. In October 1975, she was invited by Betty Ford to sing for the Egyptian President Anwar Sadat in a White House state dinner, as part of Middle-Eastern peace initiative.

She earned a degree in theology from Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., in 1985 at age 67. Here she was a student of Wilfrid Desan.

Later in her career, Bailey was a fixture as a spokesperson in a series of Duncan Hines commercials, singing "Bill Bailey (Won't You Come Home)". She also appeared in commercials for Jell-O, and Westinghouse.She also did some free -spirited commercials for Paramount Chicken.

In her later years Bailey wrote several books: The Raw Pearl (1968), Talking to Myself (1971), Pearl's Kitchen (1973), and Hurry Up America and Spit (1976). In 1975 she was appointed special ambassador to the United Nations by President Gerald Ford. Her last book, Between You and Me (1989), details her experiences with higher education. On January 19, 1985, she appeared on the nationally televised broadcast of the 50th Presidential Inaugural Gala, the night before the second inauguration of Ronald Reagan. In 1988 Bailey received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from President Reagan.

Personal life

On November 19, 1952, Bailey married the jazz drummer Louie Bellson in London.

They later adopted a son, Tony, in the mid-1950s. A daughter, Dee Dee J. Bellson, was born April 20, 1960. Tony Bellson died in 2004. Dee Dee Bellson died on July 4, 2009, at the age of 49, five months after her father, who died on Valentine's Day 2009.

Bailey, a Republican, was appointed by President Richard Nixon as America's "Ambassador of Love" in 1970. She attended several meetings of the United Nations and later appeared in a campaign ad for President Gerald Ford in the 1976 election.

She was awarded the Bronze Medallion in 1968, the highest award conferred upon civilians by New York City.

Bailey was a very good friend of actress Joan Crawford. In 1969, Crawford and Bailey joined fellow friend Gypsy Rose Lee in accepting a USO Award. In the same year, Bailey was recognized as USO "Woman of the Year". Upon the passing of Crawford in May 1977, Bailey spoke of Crawford as her sister before singing a hymn at her funeral. U.S. Ambassador and American socialite Perle Mesta was another close friend of Bailey. In the waning days of Mesta's life, Bailey visited her frequently and sang hymns for her.

Death

Pearl Bailey died at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in Philadelphia on August 17, 1990. Following an autopsy, Dr. Emanuel Rubin, professor and chairman of the Department of Pathology at Jefferson Medical College, announced the cause of death as arteriosclerosis, with significant narrowing of the coronary artery. Bailey is buried at Rolling Green Memorial Park in West Chester, Pennsylvania.

Remembrances

The television show American Dad! features Pearl Bailey High School.

The 1969 song "We Got More Soul" by Dyke and the Blazers includes Bailey in its roster of icons.

A dress owned by Bailey is at the National Museum of African American History and Culture.

#03/29 #08/17

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Top secret - Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy

You can buy the book on Amazon.

Summary (from Elle Kennedy’s website)

LobsterShorts, 21

Jock. Secretly a science geek. Hot AF.

LobsterShorts: So. Here goes. For her birthday, my girlfriend wants…a threesome.

SinnerThree: Then you’ve come to the right hookup app.

LobsterShorts: Have you done this sort of thing before? With another guy?

SinnerThree: All the time. I’m an equal opportunity player. You?

LobsterShorts: [crickets!]

SinnerThree, 21

Finance major. Secretly a male dancer. Hot AF.

SinnerThree: Well, I’m down if you are. My life is kind of a mess right now. School, work, family stress. Oh, and I live next door to the most annoying dude in the world. I need the distraction. Are you sure you want this?

LobsterShorts: I might want it a little more than I’m willing to admit.

SinnerThree: Hey, nothing wrong with pushing your boundaries…

LobsterShorts: Tell that to my control-freak father. Anyway. What if this threesome is awkward?

SinnerThree: Then it’s awkward. It’s not like we’ll ever have to see each other again. Right? Just promise you won’t fall in love with me.

LobsterShorts: Now wouldn’t that be life-changing…

Blurb

““Look,” Annika whispers in my ear. Under the table, her small hand squeezes my thigh, while her cheek gently nudges my chin toward the doorway. “He’s cute.”

“Subtle,” I tease before giving the object of her attention a cursory glance. He’s just a tall guy with brown hair, nothing special as far as I can tell. “How about we save this conversation for later?”

She rolls her eyes. “We both know there won’t be a conversation, Keaton. You like playing along, but you won’t actually go through with it.” This time she forgets to lower her voice.

“Go through with what?” one of my frat brothers asks from across the table. Tanner, Judd, and I had popped into the campus Starbucks for a caffeine fix after practice. Annika’s next class is directly across the street, so she’d come to say hi before class.

“Nothing,” I tell Tanner.

If you can call your girlfriend wanting a threesome with another dude “nothing.”

Yup, my girlfriend wants a threesome. And here I’d thought that, after six years together, Annika couldn’t surprise me anymore.

She and I have been inseparable since junior year of high school. I know every last detail about her, from her food preferences to her pet peeves. I know she gets anxiety in long lines, that she sneezes any time she gets a whiff of cinnamon, that she loves the beach but hates skiing.

What I didn’t know was that my girlfriend fantasizes about threesomes. The first time she brought it up, I thought she was kidding around. Annika Schiffer, heiress to a home-furnishings fortune, wants to bang two guys at the same time? Yeah right.

My girl is the president of her sorority, wears a pearl necklace (and not the fun kind) on a daily basis, and made me wait until we were eighteen to lose our virginities to each other. Don’t get me wrong—she’s not some uptight rich bitch with a stick up her butt. She’s fun and warm and fierce when someone tries to mess with her or her loved ones.

But she’s also… I’ll just say it: vanilla.

I didn’t think she was serious about the threesome thing until last week, when I’d asked her what she wanted for her birthday and she brought up the idea again.”

(review under the cut)

Review

(audiobook) I was so excited to read/listen to this book: another MM romance from the writing duo that brought us Him? With at least one of the narrators of the audiobook returning? Count me in! And I wasn’t disappointed.

The premise got me intrigued. More precisely, I was intrigued by that guy who was looking for another to spice up his sex life with his girlfriend because SHE asked for it. That must be true love, right? So how could we go from that to a romance between the two guys? To be clear, there’s no cheating. But the journey from one situation to the other is fascinating.

Here you have Keaton, vaguely aware of his attraction to guys--or, to be true, his lack of revulsion--and who’s gonna discover his bisexuality, and fall in love in the process. On the other hand, you have Luke, student by day, stripper by night, who’s comfortable with his sexuality--except in his frat house, obviously. They know each other, they hate each other, and they’ll fall in love with each other. So much swoon!

Around them, you’ll meet with the kinky girlfriend--who isn’t really kinky--, the frat boys--in all their glory--and Keaton’s and Luke’s families--who couldn’t be more different. All of that written with a lot of fun, a lot of steam and a lot of feelings.

As for the narrators, they’re a good team, and really bring the characters to life. Another win from Bowen and Kennedy.

Quickie

Series: standalone

Hashtags: #college romance #MM romance #enemies-to-lovers #bisexual #frat boys #sexting

Triggers: some homophobia and slurs, abusive family

Main couple: Luke Bailey & Keaton Hayworth III

Hotness: 5/5

Romance: 5/5

+ I loved how Keaton discovered his sexuality

- I understand the need of a conflict in the story, but Luke’s brother was a bit too much

Stalker mode

You can suscribe to Sarina Bowen’s newsletter on her website, same for Elle Kennedy on her website.

You can also follow Sarina on Facebook, Elle Kennedy too here.

#Sarina Bowen #Elle Kennedy #Top secret #contemporary romance #MM romance

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Gloriously Weird

#Fictober19 Prompt: 5. I might just kiss you.

Fandom: Voltron

Pairing: Older, Married Keith/Lance; background Krolia/Kolivan; background Allura/Romelle; background OC/OC

Rating: T (language, no warnings apply)

Wordcount: 2015

Tags: domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, klance kids, klance raising teenagers, rocky horror picture show references, Keith has a younger brother, flashback sequence, smitten hubbies, brief mention of medical support device

Read on AO3 Part of the Future Klance Family Fics Series

“So... uhhh... who are you supposed to be?” Lance asked, knocking the fridge door closed with his hip. His brother-in-law stopped fiddling with his hair and shot him an incredulous look, “you can’t tell?”

“I have my theories... but I didn’t think the kids would be able to convince you to take part in the whole ‘group costume’ thing they’ve got going on this year. Did they?”

“I love my niece and nephews, Lance,” Yorak growled, tugging at his jacket uncomfortably.

There it was. The growl. He had no idea why the kid insisted on doing it, but every. single. time. they were in the same room, Yory ended up growling at him. Despite assurances to the contrary, Lance was sure the kid couldn’t stand him, but whatever. Lance had known him since birth and he was family, so little Yorak Gayth of the plentiful growls could just deal with the fact that Keith’s husband loved him, even when he was a little shit.

“So... that’s a yes,” Lance fought the urge to smirk. It was a decent costume, especially considering that the Galra had no equivalent to Halloween for Keith’s brother to draw on. “Did you pick this one, or was it assigned to you by a certain girl with big, blinky eyes and the ability to make her uncles cave in ten seconds flat?”

“I didn’t really care what costume I got,” shrugging, Yory glanced through the door and up the stairs to where the others were still getting ready. “Everyone else did.”

There wasn’t a strong resemblance between Keith and Yorak, mostly due to the fact that Keith looked human and Yorak, being full-blooded Galra... didn’t. Krolia’s son with Kolivan was probably going to end up being a huge guy, but he was currently just shy of his eighteenth birthday and was even more slight than Keith had been at that age. At the moment, he was wearing a tailcoat tux over a false hump. His coloring and markings matched his father’s pretty closely, but the eyes... those were his mother’s, and so was the sharp chin and comparatively delicate ears. (Oddly, this particular combination of bone structure and coloring made Yorak look a lot like Axca, and he was often confused for her sibling or child.)

Even now, Lance couldn’t see Yorak in profile without having the memory of the first time Keith had gotten to hold him flood him.

Keith had been a wreck.

The whole pregnancy had been difficult for him, but the few hours between the announcement of the arrival of a healthy son and Keith getting to see the reality of it for himself were... a whole new level of stress. They’d already been en route to the station that was serving as a temporary home to Lance’s in-laws with Thace in tow. Galra babies were tinier than Lance expected. Yorak had been barely five pounds and was seen as being an unusually robust newborn.

After greeting an exhausted but happy Krolia, Lance had hung back and given Keith some space to adjust to the shift in his family. He’d been nervous and skittish and kept glancing to Lance and Thace like they were a touchstone... and in a way, maybe they were. Maybe they reminded him that even if his worst fears panned out, he wouldn’t be alone again. No matter how enthralled Krolia became with the son she didn’t have to leave behind, Keith had a husband who loved him, a son that adored him, and a family in Voltron that had been forged in battle and peace and he would never, ever be isolated again.

Yorak had been sleeping, nestled against Kolivan’s chest, a blanket draped over the tiny boy. When he’d woken, Kolivan had quietly, confidently handed him to a very surprised and nervous Keith with the soft command to ‘meet your brother’ and Lance had gotten to watch his husband fall in love with a sibling he’d only been able to see as a threat until that very moment.

Just like he had when Thace had been born and placed in his arms, Keith melted. His breath had escaped him in a soft coo, one fingertip tracing the line of the baby’s brow and the shell of that tiny, softly fuzzed, pointed ear. Yorak had rooted around like he was hungry and Keith had offered a knuckle for him to gnaw on. “Hey,” Keith had whispered, “I’m your big brother..”

Yory wasn’t often around, due to the nomadic nature of life for the remaining Blade members, but when he was, he spent as much time with the kids as he did with Keith- their relationship closer to that of cousins than uncle and niblings because they were all around the same age. This time around, that meant the Galran youth was getting to join them at the Halloween Dance that the school was throwing. The twins and Talia’s boyfriend had each listed one of the non-students in the group as their official guest, which meant that Yory, who had never been enrolled in the Atlas school system and Thace and his girlfriend Juanita, who’d graduated in the spring, could attend.

“The costume looks great,” Lance reassured him, his attention returning tot he present moment. “Have you even seen the movie?”

Yorak nodded, “it was... odd. But I liked the music!”

Lance chuckled, “yeah, Rocky Horror is kind of gloriously weird. Ahh! There they are!”

Rai was the first one to descend the stairs and his costume actually managed to leave his Papi speechless. Rai was the quiet one! He didn’t like being the center of attention! When the kids had told Lance of their plans, he never, ever, ever would have figured that sixteen year old Rai would be the one to dress as Frankie! Granted- it was the most modest of the Frankie costume options: old-fashioned surgical garb, long pink rubber gloves, clunky heels, pearls, and a full wig and make-up combo- but, still! “You look great!” he gushed, because it was the truth. They’d even gone so far as to splatter him with some fake blood and arm him with a plastic pickaxe.

“Thanks, Papi! Oh, hey, Yory!” Rai punched his uncle lightly in the shoulder by way of greeting, “you look awesome! Tonight is going to be a blast.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Yory answered, relaxing a little.

The girls were next- Talia as Magenta and Juanita as Columbia, also both in the more modest costume choices from the surgical scene, with white aprons and paper masks over the maid outfit and tap shorts. They were closely trailed by Thace, dressed as Eddie. With his skin powered and painted to be corpse-pale, his brown hair darkened to black courtesy of Halloween hairspray, and the combination of the leather jacket with the slight snarl he looked eerily like Keith had at his age and Lance had to take a moment... because... “Quiznak, you are all so grown up! How did that happen? Keith! Come see the kids before they go!!”

“We can’t go anywhere just yet,” Talia pointed out, fussing with her costume so the compact oxygen tank strapped to her leg was better hidden. “Bailey is meeting up with us here!”

“Besides,” grinned Juanita, “I’m sure you are going to want to get pictures of us, Mr. McClain!”

“See? You get me, Juanita!” He answered, “it’s why you are my favorite.”

“Your favorite? How many girlfriends has Thace had??” she laughed, but Thace was glaring daggers at him.

“Just you, mijita,” he answered easily, “proving how smart my boy is.”

“You’re the only one allowed to call him ‘Mr. McClain’, too,” Keith pointed out, appearing behind Lance without warning and slipping his arms around him.

Lance squawked, reaching down automatically to pet the massive space wolf, “did you seriously just Kosmo-poof out here from the next room? That seems excessive!”

“That’s only because it was so confusing with me calling you both ‘Mr. Kogane’ and I wouldn’t use his first name!” “My first name is still a valid option. You can always call me Lance. You know that.”

“I could never!” she protested, “my Mami would throw chanclas! She’d know!”

Keith shook his head. He didn’t really understand, but Lance did, and that was all that really mattered.Dropping a little kiss to the curve of Lance’s neck he turned his attention back to the kids, “okay... we’ve got... Eddie and Columbia, Magenta and Riff Raff, and... of course... Frankie. So, we are missing... who are we missing?”

“Brad and Janet,” Lance pointed out, “the supposed leads.”

“That’s gonna be Bailey’s friend Silas and his girlfriend Elodie,” Talia answered eagerly. “They’re doing the wedding outfits and she showed me pics and they are gonna look soooo adorable!”

“We don’t have a Dr. Scott,” Rai pointed out, just as the door buzzer went off and Talia pushed past him to answer it. “But a few of the kids from class are going to be revelers.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a good bunch of kids working together,” Keith chuckled. “You should get the good camera, Tumbleweed... you’ve got to get your requisite four hundred pictures, and we don’t want to hold them up!”

“Do you remember my mother’s reaction to the lack of pictures from Thace’s first Christmas?” Lance muttered, reluctantly stepping out of the ring of his husband’s arms, “because I remember and I have no interest in repeating that whole mess!”

By the time he returned with the camera, the group was complete. “Bailey,” he said evenly, smiling at the boy and faltering a little. Seriously, what was he supposed to say to the teenager dressed in gold booty shorts and a liberal dusting of body glitter? Any compliment he could come up with would be seriously creepy for him to say to his daughter’s boyfriend. “You... make a great Rocky.” That wasn’t too bad, right?

“Everyone looks great,” Keith agreed. Lance fought the urge to glare at him for taking the easy way out and lumping all the kids together, because it was petty to punish his husband for thinking of something that Lance hadn’t and Lance was better than that, dammit.

Familiar with the routine by now, all the kids squished together in the frame and smiled as he snapped picture after picture of them until Keith declared them done. They did a quick run through of the rules (which Lance was sure that Yory would find some way to circumvent, as per usual) and Keith double checked that they all had sufficient spending money for snacks at the bake sale table.

“Have fun,” he said as he closed the door behind them.

Keith glanced at the clock on the wall, “so... it’s six now- when does the dance wrap up?”

“Eleven,” he replied, automatically moving to sort the tangle of shoes that was taking over the entrance.

“So, five hours, plus an hour of milling around and dawdling at the various quarters on their way back here.”

“Mmhmmm... want to put on a movie for us to watch with Kashi and Lucas?”

“They aren’t here,” Keith grinned at him. “I sent them off for sleepovers! Kashi is with Pidge, and Lucas is keeping Romelle and Alban company while Allura and Coran are on New Altea- she promised to make pie. I’ve never seen that kid pack so fast!”

“When did you do that?”

“While you were catching up with my brother. Kosmo dropped them off. Sooo,” he tugged Lance into his arms, ignoring the soccer cleat in his free hand, “we’ve got the evening to ourselves, Tumbleweed. What do you think of that?”

“I think,” he answered, looping his arms around Keith’s neck and smiling into that handsome face, “I might just kiss you.”

“You might?”

“Oh no... you heard that wrong, babe. I am definitely gonna kiss you. I might just kiss you... but I’ll probably do a lot more than that... you know... if you’re interested.”

"I love you," Keith laughed, eyes dancing, "of course I'm interested."

"Good... and I love you, too."

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