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Wildflowers (pt. xxi.i)
a john paul jones x fem!oc fic
summary: Julia Morgan knew nannying for three girls who had recently lost their mother would come with many challenges. But she never thought their father, the enigmatic musician John Paul Jones, would be causing her the most trouble. And while Julia is not in the business of saving broken men, her tenderness might be meant for more than little girls and wildflowers.
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notes: nsfw
a/n: it's my birthday and it's julia's birthday and it's everyone's birthday! :)) due to my busy schedule, i'm going to start splitting up longer chapters into two more regularly so i don't have to keep y'all waiting 5ever. anyway. enjoy. and happy birthday, julia.
pt. xxi.i, horned poppy
“I’m afraid he’s taken a leave of absence and sent John Paul Jones in his place. Will that do?”
White lilies. Ugly things.
“Well, these are nice aren’t they?”
I looked at Annie and then back at the flowers. A small card stuck out from amidst the ivory petals.
“Well, don’t just stand there and gawk at it. See who it’s from, hm?” Annie nicked me on the arm with a knuckle.
I sighed and grabbed the card. “White lilies are funeral flowers.”
The flowers had arrived while I was on my morning school run. Bounteous lilies in a fine crystal vase. Expensive. But…deathly.
“You are a snob, Julia,” Annie sniffed. “You should be grateful he thought of you at all.
She was right about that. I had to be grateful that John remembered me on my birthday at all. I had to take it as a good sign.
I unsheathed the card and read it aloud. “Happy birthday, Julia. With love.”
Annie’s eyes bulged. “With love?”
I flushed. “It’s just an expression.”
“A very strong expression,” Annie grumbled.
While outwardly I remained calm, inside I was reeling. Love was not a word John and I had exchanged. Even “like” would have felt too strong to utter though everything between us would point to at least “like”.
As if sensing my spiraling, Annie floated toward the door to the outside. “Come on, laundry doesn’t dry itself.”
I followed her outside and sighed. 28 years old. Another birthday in another home that wasn’t my own with a family that wasn’t mine. One that I wanted to be mine more than I should have allowed myself to want.
Annie and I went to work on hanging the wash. Time dribbled by easily, approaching the next hour. A September breeze shifted all the dresses hanging from the clothesline; a row of ghosts wafted in the morning light.
My fingers were starting to ache from pinching clothespins over and over. Bloody dryer was on the fritz, leaving Annie up to her chin in wet laundry and nothing to do with it but hang it out on the lawn. The poles hadn’t been used in eons, as made clear by their chipping white paint.
And while the chore was a bit pedantic, it was also meditative. After the first line, I’d found my rhythm and technique, how to hang up tartan skirts, socks and knickers, blouses with tiny, undissolvable stains hidden on the collar.
Anything to distract me from the date.
“Help me with this, would you?”
Annie was trying to straighten out a damp bed sheet with her small wingspan.
I smiled and wandered over, taking one end from her and spreading it as far down the line as it would go.
“That bloody machine…wasting all my time.”
Hearing Annie curse made me giggle. “Repairman should be here sometime this week.”
“Laundry doesn’t stop for a repairman, does it, Julia?” Annie said with a sigh. She clipped a pin to her end of the sheet, then one in the middle. “Blast, I don’t have another one.”
“I’m afraid I’m out too.”
She grunted in annoyance. “Hold on.”
Annie skittered away before I could say another word, leaving me standing there with the wet sheet in my hand, its dampness dripping down my arm, underneath the cuff of my jumper. I tilted my head to the side and sighed, looking up to the sky. It was slightly overcast, but the peeks of sun through the clouds were generous and brilliant.
My birthday always was more introspective than I liked it to be, especially as I got older and remained unmarried. This being my first birthday in several years without Nick in my life, I was starting to wonder if maybe I should have just gone along with him to Paris and forgotten the whole lot of my freedom. I might have been engaged by now.
Now, now, Julia, you know that’s not what you want.
Nick so rarely crossed my mind since I’d ended things. Even more so once John became the object of my fantasies and affections.
I leaned into my hip. “Come on, Annie, my arm’s getting tired.”
I was met only with silence.
I groaned, my head dipping back.
Get on with it, then.
I dropped the sheet and marched over to one of the pairs of socks I’d hung, clasped the two of them together on one, and then returned to hang up my end of the sheet.
But just as soon as I clipped the end of the sheet to the line, the opposite side fell to the ground. I huffed, marching back over to hang up that end. I scanned the ground for the pin, finding it under the drape of white, pinned it back up and sighed. A job done.
Then, the other end fell.
I stared at the fallen sheet and started to laugh. This was getting ridiculous. I went back to the opposite end, pinned it up and –
The telltale flumf of the sheet falling on the other end.
I turned on my heel, laser-focused on the fallen sheet.
That was too many coincidences in a row. “Annie…” I said with a sly smile. “Are you being clever?”
I ran back to the end and pinned it up. Again, the other end, fallen.
“You think I don’t get enough cheekiness around here with three little girls, eh?” I snuck back to the other end. Instead of pinning it back up, I grabbed the sheet and poked my head around the other side.
No one was there.
“Oh, come on. This is ridicu –” I flipped around just in time to catch the shoe of my tormentor as they hid behind the curtain once again.
And that was not Annie’s shoe.
My heart pounded. My mind must have been playing tricks on me. I could have sworn that it was John’s shoe.
“John?”
Silence. Just the waving of the sheet in the wind. Taunting me. Reminding me what an idiot I must be to think for a second it would be John.
Still my heart stayed in my throat. I crept back to the other end of the sheet. “If you’re playing a trick on me…”
You’ll what? Leap into his arms and beg him to never leave again? Be realistic…
I grabbed the end of the sheet and took a deep breath. “I swear to god, I’ll –”
Two arms enveloped me from behind, absorbing me into a tight embrace. I screamed and squirmed, but before I could see who my laundry ghost was, their lips told me, pressed against mine in a tender, familiar kiss.
John .
My body broke into goosebumps as my heart soared toward the sky. Weightless, wrapped in his arms, I had to believe this was some fever dream. I pushed a hand against his chest, drawing myself away to see his face, make sure he was really real. “John, what are you doing here?”
If I hadn’t been totally infatuated with him before, I was certainly infatuated now. His darling smile, prickling at the dimples to see me had me swooning and the glimmer in his eye made me melt. A lethal combination to a girl trying to remain sensible. “It’s your birthday, isn’t it?”
“You – mm –” John interrupted me with a kiss. “ – know it is. But you wished me happy birthday on the telephone last night and –”
“That’s not nearly the same as wishing you a happy birthday in person, is it?”
I gaped, totally unable to comprehend what was happening. “This can’t possibly be happening.”
John grinned. “Aren’t I real enough for you?”
None of this felt real. John was touching me, kissing me, like some sort of dream I’ve had in the weeks since he’d left. “Yes, yes, but I really don’t –” I sighed and closed my eyes to get my thoughts straight. “You came out here to see me?”
John nodded.
“For my birthday?”
He nodded again. I brushed a lock of his hair back and tucked it behind his ear, grinning unbelievably wide. “Really?”
John threaded his arm around my shoulder, pulling me near again for what seemed like another kiss. His nose grazed mine as he whispered into my mouth, “Julia, you mustn’t be so surprised I came home to celebrate your birthday.”
But I was. Unbelievably surprised. Even more than that, I was surprised by his charisma. I’d noticed it coming more and more forward since Montreux, since we fell into each other’s arms. Now, though, it was heightened. Nearly theatrical.
“Now you two have ruined a perfectly clean sheet!” Annie yelled from the house.
I flushed and pointed at John. “His fault!”
“I should have known you’d be a snitch,” John teased, unrolling us from the sheet. “She should be grateful it’s not ruined in other ways.”
I gaped at him. “John.”
John grinned mischievously as he balled up the sheet. I still couldn't believe he was right in front of me. “Come along, dear.”
I followed at John’s heels, trying desperately not to spend too much time looking at the way his trousers squeezed his backside. “Where are we going?”
“A surprise.”
“At least let me change,” I argued, pulling at the cuffs of my sweater.
“No time,” John smiled over his shoulder and grabbed me by the hand. “You look perfect for our purposes anyway.”
I didn’t think so. I’d thrown on a frock and tried to cut the chill with a ratty old sweater that I’d acquired at the farm, an inheritance from dead Uncle Donal. Not to mention a pair of old leather boots that needed a good shining.
John and I waltzed into the kitchen where Annie was waiting with a hamper in her hands. “Alright, be good you two.”
I stared at the wicker hamper as she held it out toward us. “Where were you keeping that?”
She shrugged, a sly smile to match John’s on her face.
“Thank you, Annie dear,” John said, taking the basket and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“You made that for us?” I asked in shock.
“No, I made it for the Queen of England,” Annie said with a roll of her eyes. Her sass turned into a smile. “Go on, birthday girl.”
I could barely believe it. The woman who’d admonished us for so much as kissing was now encouraging us to venture into the wide world together. I threw my arms around her neck. “You knew everything, didn't you?”
Annie chuckled and patted my back. “It was all him, I just aided and abetted, alright?”
“Julia, come on!” John called from the front hall.
I felt dizzy with joy as I ran through Warren House and out the front door, only to be gob smacked again by the sight of a darling Rolls convertible, which I was able to identify by the ornament on the hood. “What is this?”
John dropped the basket in the backseat. “You like it?”
“Is this yours?”
“Oh, God, no,” John said with a scoff. “I got rid of mine years ago. Borrowed this from Bonz. So, we have to be good.”
I smiled and approached the car carefully. “I’m even afraid to touch it.”
“Oh, well a lady should never have to touch the car,” John said, opening the passenger door for me.
“Thank you,” I said with a genteel look over my shoulder.
He was so smug as he shut the door behind me. And I’d allow it, considering everything he’d done to surprise me this morning. If it all ended right here and he said this was all there was, it would have been enough.
John rounded the car and leapt into the driver’s seat without opening the door as if he was some sort of Hollywood dandy. “You ready, then?”
“Who are you and what have you done with John Baldwin?”
“I’m afraid he’s taken a leave of absence and sent John Paul Jones in his place. Will that do?”
I reached over and grabbed his chin. “You smarmy, little –”
“Prick?”
I smashed my lips against his as answer. Yes, obviously.
John sighed into my kiss as if tension from all the work he’d done was melting away just at my touch. What a far cry this all was from our first meeting. Him hiding his identify from me, trying to be an average widower. Now, here he was, flashy and bold, strutting around like a peacock.
I was charmed. I won’t lie.
Breaking the kiss before it went too far, John straightened up. “Alright, one more thing.”
“John, no more things. No more surprises,” I said.
“Just a little thing.” He reached down and tapped the glovebox. “In here.”
I took a deep breath and opened the glovebox as John slid on a pair of aviators. Handsome arse. Burnt orange flashed from inside the glovebox. “No.”
John didn’t reply, revving the engine.
“No, John, this is –” I snatched the small box and admired the small Hermes logo. “Please, this is much too much.”
“Just open it would you?”
I lifted the lid and undid the wrapping paper as John swerved the car out of the driveway and down Warren Lane. Inside was a silk scarf, decorated with periwinkle loops and golden birds.
“Since I wouldn’t let you cut up the curtains,” John said.
I lifted the scarf out of the box, watching it flutter delicately in the breeze. “I hate to even think of the absurd amount you paid for this.”
John smiled. “Put it on, Julie Andrews.”
“Ah, you're Robert in John’s clothing, are you?” I started to fold the scarf into a kerchief shape for my hair.
Wordlessly, John turned on the radio. A jazzy melody wafted through the speakers.
I delicately knotted the luxe fabric at the base of my skull and peered into the wing mirror. With my bare face and frumpy sweater, I didn’t feel like I was a girl who belonged in a Rolls with a silk scarf in her hair. However, when I felt John’s hand on my knee, I knew I just had to accept that this was my reality. He nudged me closer to him. “Let me look at you.”
I flipped around to face him, smiling maudlinly. “The hills are alive…” I lilted.
John grinned. “Looks perfect with your eyes.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and kissed his cheek, teeny bristles of hair against my lips. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome darling.”
Where had this smokey-voiced, Casanova come from? Had Bonzo given him some midland pointers? Maybe Pat had really pulled all the strings. Or was this the man John was far before the broken heart?
I bade myself not to think about it too hard and to enjoy it. It was my birthday after all.
“Where are we going?” I asked, tucking my chin on his shoulder as we mazed through Crowborough.
“Well, we’ve got a hamper courtesy of Annie and you’ve got a kerchief ala Fraulein Maria, the Alps perhaps?”
I smacked him on the arm. “Cheeky.”
“Always.”
I couldn’t ignore how wonderful he smelled. How much I’d missed him. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it also heightens the senses. And everything about his touch, his smell, the way he looked…
Made me absolutely feral.
“I thought I’d take you down to the shore. Is that alright with you?”
I smiled. “I haven’t been to the shore in years.”
“Obviously you’re overdue for a visit then.”
“Yes,” I replied, the open road curling out before us. “Yes, I am.”
The shore at Normans Bay was nearly an hour’s drive, but the time ticked by quickly at John’s side. We had much to catch up on, things we couldn’t get from our nightly chats. Closeness, the kind I could only get from hearing his breath through the phone.
We didn’t have to talk. It was that simple at this point. The radio crooned, the English countryside plowed by, and we simply existed in the same space.
It was as close to love as I had felt the entire time I’d been falling for him. Dangerous. Unavoidable.
“Seems like old times…” the radio sang.
“So how’d you sneak away?” I murmured to John.
“Having you to walk with…”
“Zeppelin’s four members, isn’t it? All I have to do is throw a fit now and then, disappear, and then I’m welcomed back with open arms. Can’t get on with only three.”
“Seems like old times, having you to talk with.”
I pushed my face into his shoulder. “You didn’t tell anyone you were coming here to see me, did you?”
“No, of course not. They’d have a field day with that.”
Acceptable, especially based on the way I’d asked the question. Still, I would have loved to have been sung from the rooftops.
I moved back to my side of the car and leaned on the door, letting the wind whip through my hair and kerchief. “This was quite a surprise, John.”
“That was my goal.”
I grabbed the hem of my skirt. My legs felt light as arousal crept up my thighs. “I’ve missed you.”
“You know I’ve missed you, Julia.”
I had been trying to understand all this time if our relationship was more than just physical to John. And now, here I was, struggling not to feel turned on. My body hadn’t expected him. I was taken off-guard, each and every part of me.
John leaving was like a withdrawal from my system, the way it felt when I went from doing cocaine everyday after school to hiding myself on the farm while I was with child. Shakingly needy. Touching myself in the late hours, the early hours, the in between hours.
Now, here he was in the flesh.
And we’d already gone far too long without touching each other in the deepest ways.
I curled my fingers under the hem of my skirt and spread my legs.
“Julia…”
“What?”
“You know what.”
I pulled my fingers further up my thigh.
John fiddled with his glasses. “God dammit, Julia. You want me to run the car off the road?”
“I’ve barely done anything.”
John took a deep breath. “I can fucking smell you from here.”
“I hope that’s a compliment.”
The car abruptly veered off the road into an embankment. I nearly screamed before realizing John was responsible for the change in direction. He ripped the keys from the ignition and dived toward me, pressing me up against the door, lips on mine, ravenous lips, tongue ripping into my mouth. I braced myself, one hand against the headrest, the other against the dash.
His sunglasses knocked up against my face. He trembled to grab them throwing them onto the ground without another thought.
I wrapped my leg around his hip, pulling him flat against me. My entire body bucked against him, his touch utterly enthralling from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
“I was trying to be good,” John growled, moving his lips to my neck.
His teeth sunk into my skin. I let out a long sigh in response.
“I was going to wait,” he went on.
John’s hands slid from my calves and up my thighs, jerking my skirt up to my waist.
“But you and your fucking…” John shook his head like he’d just been hit with an anvil. “God almighty, Julia, I can’t control myself around you.”
I bit my tongue through a smile. “You never have to control yourself around me.”
John pushed my panties down (also not attractive, to complement the already dowdy outfit), then ducked under my skirt, his mouth sealing tight to my center.
My head dipped back toward the sky, jaw falling open as I welcomed his lips to my groin. I could barely even calculate the things wrong with this situation. In a car on an open road, a convertible with the top down, an employer with his children’s nanny.
A continued dance between secret and broadcast. This was the thing that plagued me while I was away from John.
But while I was with him, it drove me fucking mental.
John moaned into my dripping core. I jerked in response, hooking my hands over the window well at my shoulders. “Oh my god…”
His tongue slid from my perineum up to my clit, snaring the sensitive pearl with a snap of his lips.
My body seized, then collapsed again. A whimper, a moan, a breath.
I felt a drop of rain square between my eyebrows and was immediately snapped out of my reverie. I could only think about Bonzo’s car. The leather interior and anything else that might be ruined by the rain. “John, it’s –”
He locked his hands under my ass, pressing his mouth harder to me.
I bucked again. “John, the –“ A few more drops of rain. More suction of his mouth. “Please, we have to – oh god, I have to –”
John’s mouth was unyielding. I had to give into him. The warmth of his mouth, the cool kiss of the rain, the same amount of opposition that had been in our dynamic since the very beginning.
I grabbed onto his shoulder as best I could. John moaned once, twice, three times, each one building, shaking my sense free until the orgasm trembled free. I keened, raindrops tumbling onto my tongue, down my throat. “John, please,” I begged, gripping his jacket. “John, I need –”
John reemerged from under my skirt and slid up the length of my body to catch my mouth in another longing kiss. I tasted myself on his mouth.
Fit perfectly in the cradle of my legs, John rested, catching his breath against me. His fingers curled around the door. “Fuck,” he growled. “What do I do with you?”
“That. Again and again, please.”
John coked his head against my chest, smiling lopsidedly, a sheen across his lips and cheeks.
The rain intensified, from a drizzle to a steady cadence which finally snapped John back into gear. “Shit, the top.”
“I’ll help you,” I said, dragging myself out of the car and into the rain.
Like a sketch out of a Marx Brothers movie, we managed the top of the Rolls about halfway before it stuck. We switched sides a couple of times, trying to figure out what we’d done wrong, until John realized the fucking thing was automatic and went up and down with the push of a button . “How do we keep up with these newfangled gadgets, eh?” he asked, settling back into his spot with a damp squelch.
“It’s alright, you old fuddy-duddy,” I cooed.
“Says the girl celebrating a birthday.”
“Twenty-eight, over the hill, I know.”
“Well, it’s a very beautiful hill.”
I smacked him on the arm. “Drive, you.”
We set back off on our trajectory to Normans Bay, quickly leaving behind the patch of rain we’d been hit with for cooler temperatures and wider blue skies. The closer we got to the sea, the more I could smell it in the air and eventually, see it in the distance.
“Oh, wait, wait. I have to pull over,” John remarked.
“What for?”
The car rolled to a stop one more. He nodded back over his shoulder toward a flower cart at the side of the road. “Flowers. For you of course.”
I screwed my forehead together. “More flowers?”
John’s forehead matched mine in confusion. “What?”
“You already got me flowers. You sent lilies. This morning.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“Didn’t you?” I asked.
John shook his head slowly. “No, I didn’t send you flowers.”
“Then who…” I trailed off, my heart beating with anxiety. “Please don’t joke with me, you didn’t send me those flowers?”
John half-smiled. All of the charisma he’d rode in on, suddenly caput. “I know I’m not the only man who admires you, Julia.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was still horrified to think of who could have possibly sent them. It was a short list, but none of the options were desirable. Nick Westerling being the first three names on the list.
John hurried off and fetched a spray of wildflowers from the seller. I watched through the wing mirror as his coat and hair whipped in the wind as he handed over a generous couple quid for the bouquet. He returned as quick as he’d made off, bashfully handing over the flowers. I took them with much more tenderness than I’d received the lilies this morning, pressing my nose into the fragrant spray. “You mustn’t give me anything more.”
He merely smiled.
Before he could start the car for us to finally make off to Normans Bay, I leaned over and slid my lips across the lobe of his ear. “You’re the only man I care to be admired by. I promise.”
John gratefully accepted my kiss, leaning back in his seat, a hand against my waist. I grabbed a yellow poppy from the bunch, remembering the poem from our Flower Fairies book. Only grows on the seashore. I tucked the flower in his hair. “There. Now everyone will know.”
He flushed, laughing bashfully like a schoolboy. “Damn this long hair.”
“I think it’s darling,” I said, sitting back in my spot.
John looked me over, considering each and every part of me. The yellow flower over his ear added a warmth to his face blush couldn’t seem to encapsulate on its own. Then, he smiled, put the car in gear and took a deep breath. “Next stop, Normans Bay.”
And though I laughed and sang along on the radio, I held my tongue back from what I really thought. That I never cared if we ever got to the shore at all. I could die happy in this moment.
Not even noon and this was already, most certainly, my best birthday to date.
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Can you help me or perhaps point me in the direction of someone who can help me?
In bed friends when the lights all cut out and Uea panics to reach for the light we have a focus in on a book on his night stand. By Julia Child ‘my life in France’
And I wanna know……. Could this have a meaning?! It’s a clear focus and I wanna know if I’m a) insane it’s just a book or b) delving into the deeper thoughts of Uea and his night reading 👀
Anon, I was being quiet about this because I don't know how to shut up, but...
Can't a book just be a book? (It's not). Does it have to mean something? (It does). Maybe it means nothing. (It means something). Maybe it was simply placed there for the aesthetic. (Copyright infringement, my people?). Not all books have to mean something. (But some do mean something). Nobody asked about these books on King's nightstand.
Was it because we didn't get a clear view of them? Why are these books less important than Julia Child's My Life in France. Is it because it was very obvious and near the focal point of the shot?
Much like these other books in other series that clearly meant something to the plot:
Nueng in Never Let Me Go and Wang in 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us reading Plato's Symposium about soulmates being separated
Books in Moonlight Chicken being used to show the characters' personalities
Jae Young sleeping on books about artificial intelligence to understand Sang Woo in Semantic Error while Sang Woo rests next to books about Doomsday because his world is exploding
Wan's books in Between Us showing he is a romantic at heart when Tul spends the night in his bed
Vegas reading a book that foreshadows his plot in KinnPorsche
1984 being used as an extended allegory in The Eclipse
Pete sitting in front of color-coded books subtly telling him to give Kao a second chance in Dark Blue Kiss
I'm not sure how copyright infringement works internationally, but here in the land of lawsuits, if a book is shown incidentally, it's fair use, which means if it just happens to make it into the shot, it's okay. If the shot can be proven to show intention (like, say, lingering on the book), permission has to be sought to use the book's cover. This isn't always the case, but production companies tend to do their due diligence in order to make sure no issues occur post-production. American artist Grimes most likely ran into this issue when she showed The Art of War in her video for "Violence" which caused the book to be blurred after the video's release.
So if the book is clearly seen, I lean on the side that it's intentional. My Life in France is Julia Child's autobiography covering as she became a chef and TV personality. The book is on King's side, but in Uea's house, so I'm unsure whose it really is, but the book gives insight into Child's marriage with her husband, Paul, her love for food and life, and her presence in male-dominated fields (she was in the CIA prior to becoming a chef).
Child always stood out, literally and figuratively. She was over six feet tall, and, as mentioned, she was in male-dominated fields. She got attention, sometimes negative, merely for existing. Uea stands out no matter where he goes.
Her marriage with Paul was one of equals. They moved around often for his job, but he always encouraged Child to pursue her own dreams and supported her. He built her kitchen, which is now on display at the Smithsonian, he diced and chopped her ingredients, he set the table and arranged food so it was more pleasing to the eyes (something she was never concerned about), and he always fought along side her. She noted several times in writing and interviews that without Paul, she wouldn't have had her amazing career. Uea knows a King like that.
Finally, Child comments throughout the book about how food and life should be enjoyed. Uea doesn't do this enough, but we see him on dates (not dates?) with King joking about getting half of the menu because King is paying and biting the birthday cake King gives, and we see Uea taking Child's advice - Life itself is the proper binge.
#the books mean things#Bed Friend#Uea x King#King is very much a Paul#He'll do anything for his Julia#I mean Uea
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(I never finished this, but I’m proud of what I did write, so here you go. A Mrs. Maisel/Julia crossover.)
Dear Mrs. Maisel -
I found myself in your fair city last week for an event, and a dear friend took my husband Paul and I to your very funny comedy act.
And lo and behold you mentioned my name! I am tickled that my book has been such a hit with your darling fiance. While Lenny Bruce's comedy stylings can be a bit sharp for us, he makes some important points, and he's quite handsome to boot. Your descriptions of him on stage paint a very sweet man. You are a lucky lady. Smart, good-looking men with kind hearts are a rare find.
If you ever find yourselves in Boston, please look us up. I would be delighted to host you for dinner.
Best Wishes
Julia Child
Dear Mrs. Child -
I was so surprised to get your letter I nearly burnt my brisket! I'm so glad you enjoyed my little show. Some people I joke about get very upset (my ex-husband being a prime example, sensitive flower that he is), so I appreciate a good sense of humor.
Your cookbook is truly a wonder. I've learned tons from it, though Lenny is still hopeless in the kitchen. His kugel is not to be believed, but he ruined your chicken tarragon pot pie for me, the poor boy.
I would literally kill someone to eat at your table, so I will definitely take you up on your offer the next time I find myself in your neck of the woods.
And you're absolutely right about kind-hearted, smart, handsome men. It makes me happy that you have one of your own.
All my best,
Midge Maisel
It rains in Boston when they get into town, the night before Lenny's gig. He gets out of the rental car first, popping his black umbrella and heading around to the passenger's side to give Midge a hand.
"Are you sure we're both invited?" Lenny asks. "I don't normally get invitations to the suburban homes of nice old ladies."
"The woman drinks gallons of wine and owns a blow torch. I think you're good." She holds onto his arm, sticking close to stay under the umbrella as they head up the front walk. "Just don't get handsy with her when you taste the food."
"I promise I'll wait until the after dinner coffee."
"Still such a gentleman."
"This is different for us," Lenny points out as he rings the doorbell. "We usually have dinner with foul mouthed Jews, not classy gentiles."
"Tits up?" Midge offers jokingly, standing straighter.
Lenny pecks her lips softly. "Tits fuckin up."
*****
"Your kitchen is just amazing," Midge marvels as she wanders around with a glass of wine. She'd left Lenny behind to chat with Paul and Avis, Judith and Alice.
"Oh, thank you, dear," Julia beams as she busies herself with preparing dinner. "You don't have to keep me company."
Midge scoffs. "Getting to watch you cook in person and not just on the television? Who are you kidding?"
The chuckle/giggle that emanates from Julia is a delighted one.
"I love that you're so authentic," Midge says. "You don't have a TV personality. You're just you."
"I'm awful at playing anyone else," Julia tells her, lightly. "My drama teachers in college could attest to that."
"Most people have on-and-off personalities," Midge tells her. "I've met Gordon Ford. That man is a terror in real life."
"Many men are," Julia laments. “Midge, may I ask you a question?”
She shrugs and takes a seat at the kitchen table. “Sure.”
Julia takes a deep breath as she takes something truly miraculous from the oven and sets it down. “I ran into a woman named Betty Freidan not too long before I sent you my letter, and she had some very harsh opinions on what I do.”
Midge groans, and gets back to her feet, snagging the wine bottle and filling Julia’s glass. “Betty Friedan. If we’re gonna talk about her, you’re gonna need more wine.”
“You know of her?”
“She saw my act last year and sent me a letter,” Midge explains. “‘Dear Mrs. Maisel, while I understand that you are quite funny, and quite popular with a certain subset of audiences, I wanted to write to you about your aesthetic choices.’”
“You memorized it?” Julia asks, surprised.
“Of course I did, I used it in my act,” Midge smirks. “‘Your choice to conform to societal beauty standards is hurting the plight of the women you seek to empower. To be frank: You look like a mainstream American man’s wet dream.’”
“Good heavens,” Julia groans. “She really said that to you?”
“She did,” Midge nods.
“Did you respond?” Julia asks.
“I did,” Midge smirks. “I told her to mind her own fucking business and then offered to help her with make-up recommendations.”
Julia laughs and claps. “Did you get a letter back?”
“No,” Midge sighs. “I read that book, you know. It made some good points, but it also posits that women can’t be feminine and successful at the same time. Why can’t we be both? Why can’t we enjoy wearing nice things, and putting on skin cream and also enjoy lucrative careers?”
“I think many women do,” Julia assures her. “Just not the women she talked to.”
“Men get to do whatever they want,” Midge complains. “No one ever says anything to them. But the second women try to just exist, it’s not good enough. It’s not the right way. But they keep moving the goalposts so there is no right way.”
Julia sighs heavily. “She told me I was not helping women by keeping them in the kitchen.”
Midge rolls her eyes. “Because it’s such a crime to want to nourish your family, or yourself and accomplish something new.”
“Oh, I’m so glad you feel that way,” Julia tells her, looking relieved.
“I’m Jewish. It’s part of our culture to want to see our families fat, dumb and happy after a big meal,” Midge shrugs. “Her book makes it seem like women are on their own, doing everything themselves with no help. And there are women who are. Lenny’s mother was single, and struggled, balancing raising him with waitressing and performing. But most upper middle class women have family nearby or hired help, or both. They’re not as helpless as Betty makes them out to be. These are college educated women who made choices in their lives.”
Julia considers that. “You have to admit, though. Society doesn’t make it easy to choose much else. It can be rather punishing, really.”
They both take long sips of their wine, as if to acknowledge the truth of that statement.
“But doesn’t everyone struggle with finding meaning and purpose?” Midge asks. “I’ve watched Lenny smoke entire packs of cigarettes while pacing and struggling to make sense of his place in the world.”
Julia nods. “Ever since retiring, my Paul has had a devil of a time finding purpose, and meaning in his life.”
Midge blows out a breath and swirls her wine distractedly. “I don’t know. Maybe Betty is right about all of it, and we’re all just fucked because society is terrible, and you and I set bad examples.”
“On the other hand,” Julia ponders. “If her entire thesis revolves around women being able to do what they’d like…shouldn’t we be able to…do what we’d like?”
Midge lifts her glass in a toast. “That I can drink to.”
Julia chuckles and taps her glass against the other woman’s and takes a sip.
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This is my first masterlist. Second masterlist is on the pinned post in my profile
How to request, guidelines etc.
Marvel Women
Kate Bishop
Rizz You Up
Kinktober day two: Ghostface!Kate
Kinktober day eight: overstimulation
Natasha Romanoff
Caught
Little skirt
Package delivered
Watching you
Young, and dumb
Need help
GP!Beefy!Nat wakes up to you riding her abs (Drabble)
Captivity (My pretty little mermaid)
Dirty thoughts
Sundresses and breeding kinks
Wanda Maximoff
Control
Best friends sister
Julia Cornwall
In her web
Marvel Men
Bucky Barnes
Honeymoon Suite
Meet Cute
“Want me to suck your cock while driving?”
The one with the slutty maid and the sexually frustrated super soldier
Love me tender series
Steve Rogers
Sam Wilson
Peter Parker
Tony Stark
Mötley Crüe
Nikki Sixx
I’m only me when I’m with you
Don’t be shy, honey
Streamer!Reader headcannons
Behind closed doors
Good girl
Small town romance
Who do you belong to?
You shouldn’t be doing that…
Sneaking around
Kinktober day eleven: public sex
BDSM head cannons
Somebody’s watching me
Better? Better.
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
Tommy Lee
Midnight Comfort
Teenagers In Love
Runaway bride
Can we keep him!?
Friends help each other
Go team
Maroon
Little drummer girl
Sparks Fly series
Pretty When You Sleep
Plus One
Kinktober day nine: manhandling/tights ripping
Halloween party shenanigans
Attention you deserve
Surprise
Delicate flower series
First time
BDSM head cannons
It’s gonna be okay
Vince Neil
Thunderstorms
Sweet dreams
Please
It’s the little moments
Shades Of Cool
Our honeymoon (part one) part two
Kinktober day one: daddy kink
Plaything
She’s a riot grrrl
Mick Mars
Mermaid Motel
Streamer!reader headcannons
You know you want it
Kinktober day four: pet play
Multi-members
Two is better than one
Halloween/fall headcannons
Groupie Love (Gang Bang)
Cinderella (only writing for Tom and Eric)
Tom Keifer
Did you do that to her?
Up behind her with a pool stick
BDSM headcannons
“What is it, honey?”
Tom finding out you’re pregnant
Eric Brittingham
A pleasant surprise
Kiss (only writing for Paul, Tommy, and Gene)
Paul Stanley
I can see you
Underneath the surface
I fall to pieces when I’m with you
Prank call gone wrong
Teach you how
Tommy Thayer
You’re enough
One bed?!
Gene Simmons
Kinktober day 6: possessiveness
Guns N Roses
Izzy Stradlin
Kinktober day 5: handcuffs
Kinktober day 7: crying kink
Slash
Kinktober day 10: vouyerism
Barbie The Movie
Barbie
Starting to really like the real world
You can be the boss (STRLTRW part two, series masterlist coming soon)
CEO!Barbie AU masterlist
Marvel Cast/other celebrities
Sebastian Stan
Put me in a movie
W.A.S.P. (Only writing for Blackie)
Kinktober day 3: humiliation
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Domesticated
Daisy Jones and The Six
Daisy Jones
Her good slut
G!P Daisy x Stripper!Reader
LA Guns (Only Kelly atm)
Mistaken
Cindy Crawford
Picnics
Joan Jett
Our secret moments
#masterlist#fanfic#marvel fanfic#marvel women#marvel men#Motley Crue#Cinderella#cinderella band#glam rock#hard rock#rock n roll
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list of songs hyunjin has played on his lives/recommended:
note: im probably missing some & i couldn’t put links to all of them cause apparently tumblr has a link limit 🤨
lauv: julia, lonely eyes, invisible things, paris in the rain, never not, im so tired, the story never ends, i like me better
offonff: photograph, cigarette (ft. miso & tablo), dance, bath
beyoncé: crazy in love (remix)
billie eilish: i love you, &burn, idontwannabeyouanymore, ocean eyes, before i go, tv
honne: day1, la la la that’s how it goes
christina perri: a thousand years
shawn mendes: mercy, treat you better, in my blood
dvwn: phobia
dpr live: jam & butterfly
jehwi: dear moon
leehi: rose
bts: dna, waste it on me, make it right
colde: where love begins, string (ft. sunwoojunga), the museum, wa-r-r, your dog loves you (ft. crush), control me, a song nobody knows, im in love
got7: miracle, hard carry
justin bieber: lonely
josef salvat: call on me
taemin: criminal
night off: sleep
sam kim: make up (ft. crush), like a fool, sunny days summer nights
niki: lowkey
iu: the visitor, lullaby, knees, love poem, give you my heart, my sea
cha ni: starlight
sia: snowman
akmu: happening
sunwoojunga: run with me
the black skirts: everything
korea cracker: ocean (ft. hoyeon kim)
cosmic boy: can i love?
penomeco: no.5 (ft. crush)
yerin baek: blooming memories, limit
10cm: so…., however
day6: i’ll try, love me or leave me, when you love someone, you were beautiful, congratulations, zombie, days gone by, afraid
dean: d (half moon), instagram, what 2 do, bonnie & clyde
exo: first snow, the eve, love shot
sam fischer: this city
jukjae: do you want to walk with me?, lullaby
ph-1: nerdy love (ft. yerin baek), as i told you
baekhyun: love again, un village
amine: blackjack
young k: come as you are, guard you
flume: say it (ft. tove lo)
twice: dance the night away, fancy
ariana grande: thank u, next
hajin: we all lie
about: it has to be you
caroline says: winter is cold
h.e.r: u, wait for it
bol4: to my youth
monday kiz: winter is as i wished
paul kim: the road, additional
sweden laundry: the winter
jung seung hwan: in that winter
chungha: gotta go
zion.t: no make up, snow
airman: gloomy star, i’ll be your spring (ft. j_ust)
motte: dont run away
seventeen: a-teen, super
khalid: location
lukas graham: 7 years
imagine dragons: believer
bo kyung kim: dont think you are alone
jung ilhoon: spoiler (ft. babylon)
davichi: falling in love, 이 사랑
coldplay: everglow, viva la vida
lyn: my destiny
jus2: focus on me, long black, senses (jpn version)
crush: beautiful, you and i
ed sheeran: lego house, perfect, photograph, beautiful people
croosh: why
20 years of age: x
tori kelly: paper hearts
seulgi: always
luna: do you love me? (ft. george)
wisue: someone’s shining
epik high: eternal sunshine
jp saxe: if the world was ending
seori: fairy tale
bruno mars: marry you
the weeknd: earned it, die for you
jung seunghwan: its raining, an ordinary day, dear
sam tinnesz: play with fire
post malone: motley crew
jihyo: stardust love song
kim feel: your voice
sung sikyung: solar system, heejae
younha: stardust
wonpil: a journey
taeyeon: invu, some nights, toddler, drawing our moments
nct dream: boom
ha hyunsang: 3108
huhgak: memory of your scent
se so neon: nan chun, a long dream, midnight train, stranger
umi: remember me
tvxq!: mirotic
johnny balik: honey
red velvet: psycho
new jeans: hype boy
christian kuria: losing you
cigarettes after sex: k.
dpr ian: nerves, no blueberries, 1 shot
samm henshaw: broke
woodz: drowning
kelly clarkson: underneath the tree
kimmuseum: to you who cant sleep
taylor swift: betty
lana del rey: young and beautiful
harry styles: watermelon sugar, she
pink sweat$: honesty
masego: tadow
olivia rodrigo: vampire
troye sivan: youth, for him
kai: mmmh
2pm: my house
oasis - wonderwall
oasis - hey now
mac miller - that’s on me
mac miller - everybody
nothing but thieves - amsterdam
bren joy - sweet
back number - i love you
puma blue - already falling
mac ayres - roses
mac ayres - next to you
bruno major - old soul
#hyunjin song recommendations#<- so i can find it later for updates#i spent like 3 hours writing this and putting the links shdjdndb#maybe anon from yesterday finds this helpful!
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Pride and Prejudice
Classic and loose adaptions from 1940, 1967, 1980, 1995, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2012, 2016, 2018, 2019
The second of Jane Austen’s novels, first published in 1813, is the most often adapted, inspiring various different takes on it. The ones pictures above are detailed below:
Pride and Prejudice (1940 Film)
This black and white film departs from the original novel in some (or should I say many?) points
Written by Aldous Huxley and Jane Murfin, adapted from the stage adaptation by Helen Jerome; directed by Robert Z. Leonard
Starring Greer Garson as Elizabeth Bennet, Laurence Olivier as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Edward Ashley Cooper as George Wickham, Maureen O'Sullivan as Jane Bennet, Bruce Lester as Mr. Charles Bingley, Ann Rutherford as Lydia Bennet, Melville Cooper as Mr. William Collins, among others.
Pride and Prejudice (1967 Miniseries)
6 episodes x 24min. Black and White footage
Written by Nemone Lethbridge, directed by Joan Craft
Starring Celia Bannerman as Elizabeth Bennet, Lewis Fiander as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Richard Hampton as George Wickham, Polly Adams as Jane Bennet, David Savile as Mr. Charles Bingley, Lucy Fleming as Lydia Bennet, Julian Curry as Mr. William Collins, among others.
Pride and Prejudice (1980 Miniseries)
5 episodes x 54 min
Written by Fay Weldon, directed by Cyril Coke
Starring Elizabeth Garvie as Elizabeth Bennet, David Rintoul as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Peter Settelen as George Wickham, Sabina Franklyn as Jane Bennet, Osmund Bullock as Mr. Charles Bingley, Natalie Ogle as Lydia Bennet, Malcolm Rennie as Mr. William Collins, among others.
Pride and Prejudice (1995 Miniseries)
6 episodes x 54 min
Written by Andrew Davies, directed by Simon Langton
Starring Jennifer Ehle as Elizabeth Bennet, Colin Firth as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Adrian Lukis as George Wickham, Susannah Harker as Jane Bennet, Crispin Bonham-Carter as Mr. Charles Bingley, Julia Sawalha as Lydia Bennet, David Bamber as Mr. William Collins, among others.
Pride and Prejudice (2003 Indie Film)
Loose adaption set in modern Utah, USA
Written by Anne Black, Jason Faller, Katherine Swigert; directed by Andrew Black
Starring Kam Heskin as Elizabeth Bennet, Orlando Seale as Will Darcy, Henry Maguire as Jack Wickham, Lucila Sola as Jane Vasquez, Ben Gourley as Charles Bingley, Kelly Stables as Lydia Meryton, Hubbel Palmer as William Collins, among others.
Bride and Prejudice (2004 Film)
Bollywood-style Musical. Loose adaption set in modern India and England.
Written by Paul Mayeda Berges, Gurinder Chadha; directed by Gurinder Chadha
Starring Aishwarya Rai as Lalita Bakshi (Elizabeth), Martin Henderson as William "Will" Darcy, Daniel Gillies as Johnny Wickham, Namrata Shirodkar as Jaya Bakshi (Jane), Naveen Andrews as Mr Balraj Uppal (Bingley), Peeya Rai Chowdhary as Lakhi Bakshi (Lydia), Nitin Ganatra as Kohli Saab (Collins), among others.
Pride and Prejudice (2005 Film)
Written by Deborah Moggach, directed by Joe Wright
Starring Keira Knightley as Elizabeth Bennet, Matthew Macfadyen as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rupert Friend as George Wickham, Rosamund Pike as Jane Bennet, Simon Woods as Mr. Charles Bingley, Jena Malone as Lydia Bennet, Claudie Blakley as Charlotte Lucas, Tom Hollander as Mr. Collins, Donald Sutherland as Mr. Bennet, Judi Dench as Lady Catherine de Bourgh, among others.
The Lizzie Bennet Diaries (2012–13 Webseries)
160 episodes x 2-8 min, available on Youtube
Loose adaption set in modern US, told in a vlog format
Created by Hank Green and Bernie Su, from Pemberley Digital
Starring Ashley Clements as Elizabeth Bennet, Daniel Vincent Gordh as William Darcy, Wes Aderhold as George Wickham, Laura Spencer as Jane Bennet, Christopher Sean as Bing Lee, Mary Kate Wiles as Lydia Bennet, Julia Cho as Charlotte Lu, Maxwell Glick as Ricky Collins, among others.
Lizzie’s videos amount to 100 episodes + 10 Q&A, but shorter series enrich the story by offering other characters’ perspectives, most notably Lydia’s (and also Georgiana’s). A playlist at Pemberley Digital’s Youtube channel features them all in order.
The series has also been adapted into a book, The Secret Diary of Lizzie Bennet (2014), and spawned a sequel novel, The Epic Adventures of Lydia Bennet (2015).
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016 Film)
Loose adaption inspired by the 2009 novel of the same name by Seth Grahame-Smith, which adds zombies to Austen’s original story. The movie makes alterations from the zombie book as well.
Written and directed by Burr Steers
Starring Lily James as Elizabeth Bennet, Sam Riley as Colonel Fitzwilliam Darcy, Jack Huston as George Wickham, Bella Heathcote as Jane Bennet, Douglas Booth as Mr. Charles Bingley, Ellie Bamber as Lydia Bennet, Matt Smith as Parson William Collins, among others.
Orgulho e Paixão (Pride and Passion) (2018 Telenovela)
Brazilian telenovela in Brazilian-Portuguese
162 episodes x 30-40min (original version)
Loose adaption set in 1910s São Paulo state, Brazil
Created by Marcos Bernstein, directed by Fred Mayrink
Starring Nathalia Dill as Elisabeta Benetido, Thiago Lacerda as Sr. Darcy Williamson, Pâmela Tomé as Jane Benedito, Maurício Destri as Camilo Bittencourt (Bingley), Bruna Giphao as Lídia Benedito, Bruno Gissoni as Diogo Uirapuru (Wickham/Willoughby), among others.
The story takes inspiration from all 6 of Austen’s major novels (plus Lady Susan), but mostly from Pride and Prejudice. Others stars include Chandelly Braz as Mariana Benedito (Marianne Dashwood) and Anajú Dorigon as Cecília Benedito (Catherine Morland).
Features 100 episodes in the International cut. The telenovela has been broadcast in other countries and languages (such as Spanish) but as far as I know, not in English.
Pride and Prejudice: Atlanta (2019 TV Film)
Loose adaption set in modern Atlanta, USA. All-black cast.
Written by Tracy McMillan, directed by Rhonda Baraka
Starring Tiffany Hines as Elizabeth Bennet, Juan Antonio as Will Darcy, Raney Branch as Jane Bennet, Brad James as Charles Bingley, Reginae Carter as Lydia Bennet, Carl Anthony Payne as Rev. Collins, among others.
*****
Personal favorites: 2005, then 1995.
But also: The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Orgulho e Paixão
I also enjoyed Atlanta and, while it’s been a while since I’ve seen Bride and Prejudice, it’s got Indian musical numbers so c’mon, one gotta watch it.
Back to the closer adaptions, despite its age, 1980 is also good! 1940 is...very different, but fun in its own way.
In fact, while I find some of these versions weaker, I could find enjoyment in all of them - but maybe that’s cause I’m a sucker for P&P.
#pride and prejudice#elizabeth bennet#fitzwilliam darcy#pride and prejudice 2005#pride and prejudice 95#orgulho e paixão#period drama#the lizzie bennet diaries#jane austen adaptations#pride and prejudice atlanta#bride and prejudice#pride and prejudice and zombies#jane bennet#charles bingley#lydia bennet#mr darcy#mr bingley#I'll post about the other novels later#pep2005
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Bring Me To Life Masterlist (ONGOING)
All of this time, I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years, it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
(There must be something more) bring me to life
Summary: Against all odds, you've survived. Having graduated high school and moved out of your Parent's place, your sibling decides to join you for the summer, and your first stop is Santa Cruz in California, you had always wanted to live there anyways so why not now that you're experiencing freedom? One problem: This doesn't look like the 21st century, instead it looks like a scene from your favorite movie, in fact it looks exactly like your favorite movie.
How are you meant to survive in the murder capital of the world? With vampires of all things, and your sibling hates this movie.
Reader: Male Reader, uses Y/N, third person.
Fandom: The Lost Boys
Pairing(s): Michael Emerson x Reader, Paul x Reader, Dwayne x Reader, Marko x Reader, David x Reader, Sam Emerson x Nonbinary! Oc, Edgar Frog x Nonbinary! Oc, Alan Frog x Nonbinary! Oc,
As of posting this (scheduled post) I will be in college and therefore, busy. So updates probably won't be long but as of right now (Currently typing this on 8/8/2023) I am writing the chapters ahead of time so maybe I can consistently post for once.
Starring
You as Y/N
Camren Bicondova as Nik
The Band
In Order;
Julia Roberts as Moonbeam Genesis
Matthew Lillard as Caspian Martin
Heath Ledger as Orion Marksman
Skeet Ulrich as Adonis Parker
Winona Ryder as Rebel Marksman
And The Original cast of the Lost Boys as their assigned characters.
Prologue
In Restless Dreams, I Walked Alone... (Chapter One)
All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed... (Pt.1) (Chapter 2)
#the lost boys#the lost boys x reader#dwayne x reader#poly lost boys#david x reader#gay#marko x reader#paul x reader#david the lost boys#marko x male reader#tlb marko#marko#marko the lost boys#paul x male reader#tlb paul#paul the lost boys#dwayne x male reader#tlb dwayne#dwayne the lost boys#tlb david x reader#tlb david#david#David x male reader
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My Boy
Pairing: Wheeler Yuta(Paul Grubber) x You !!
CWS: None, general rasslin violence
"Paul!" You yell, waving your hands in the air as you try and grab the raven haired male's attention. The man sees you and smiles, speed walking through the crowd of people as he tries to rush to hug you. His taller figure speeds past all the other people and finally you're sane again.
"I missed you." Paul utters out of his lips, you blush before you say your reciprocation. The small act between you two strictly platonic, well that's what you both thought.
The event from when he had seen you again in the airport a distant memory, it was Double or Nothing and you need to get your head into the game. You and Yuta were both key in tonight's pay-per-view, you were supposed to make your return from injury and dethrone Jade Cargill and Yuta was one eighth of the main event match.
"Hey, Y/N!" You hear Bryan say as he walks towards you, the rest of the BCC following behind him. You lock eyes with Paul as you smile and blush as does he. "Oh, hey Bry-guy!" You blurt out as you turn your gaze from Paul unto him, Jon smirks as he starts to catch onto your act.
"You busy after your match?" Jon adds before Bryan can even get a sentence out of his mouth, you shake your head and ask; "Why, what's wrong?" Claudio soon pitches into the conversation, "We want you to come out with us!" You smile and nod, "Of course I can, want me to be your version of Julia?" You laugh as you think of it.
"Maybe."
"I'll do it, come get me five minutes before."
It soon came time for you to escort your boys out and Paul stops you. He looks you in your eyes and takes your hand in his, intertwining the two sets of fingers together. The blush on your face eminent and you two stomp out of the crowd with Jon, Claudio, and Bryan. You walk to the beat of the song as you follow behind Paul and the boys, moving out of the way for the Elite and them to hash shit out, slowly taunting Kenny.
Thinking absentmindedly Paul walks up to Kenny and hits him with a slingblade, knocking the wind out of Kenny and runs up to you. You start to open your mouth to say something snarky before Paul grabs your cheeks and kiss you, you melt into the kiss and then pull away. "Go get him, babe." You say, still stunned from the kiss.
The match soon ends with Paul getting the pin on Kenny before he mutters a small "Fuck you." to play into kayfabe. You run up to him and grab his face, kissing him all over his beautiful face and whispering praises. "You did so good." you say before he asks a question, "Will you go out with me?"
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Wildflowers (pt. xx)
a john paul jones x fem!oc fic
summary: Julia Morgan knew nannying for three girls who had recently lost their mother would come with many challenges. But she never thought their father, the enigmatic musician John Paul Jones, would be causing her the most trouble. And while Julia is not in the business of saving broken men, her tenderness might be meant for more than little girls and wildflowers.
table of contents │ previous chapter
masterlist│ko-fi
notes: n/a
a/n: i miss you all so much, miss wf so much. i've been working my butt off on my writing career and the time i have for john and julia is so limited, but i still think about them all the time. this is just a little fluffy interlude to tide us all over until i can get to what will be a very signif chapter. so i hope you enjoy it, even if it's a little silly :)
pt. xx, eyebright
“Sir Curran for the talent, ladies.”
The lights were dimmed, the stage was set, and Jacinda was doing a marvelous job of playing a jumpy melody on her recorder.
“And here he is, Mr. Starmaker himself, your host, Hughie Green!” Tamara announced.
I began to applaud.
The curtains by the window trembled. Kiera yelped. “I’m stuck!”
Tamara looked askance nervously as if she was truly in front of a full audience, not just me sitting on the sofa cozy under a blanket with a cup of tea. “Technical difficulties, ladies and gentleman!” She snapped at the recorder playing Jacinda. “Cindy!”
Jacinda stopped playing, the last note squeaking. She huffed as she stamped over to the window where Kiera was only getting more and more tangled in the curtains.
I tried to stifle my giggles as she tried to free Kiera while Tamara stood by tapping her foot, checking her wrist for a watch that wasn't there. “The audience is waiting, Mr. Green. This is live television.”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” Kiera squeaked and then burst through the curtains. She looked absolutely darling in her father’s herringbone sportscoat (leave it to John that an average sportscoat would be the most shocking thing I could find in his closet) that fell all the way to her ankles, sleeves rolled up just enough so she could wave the hairbrush in her hand near her mouth as a microphone. “Ahem!” Kiera gestured to me.
“Oh, sorry!” I started to clap my hands again. “Bravo!”
Kiera bowed several times to the audience of one as she came to the center of the “stage” aka right in the middle of the playroom with the television pushed back. “Thank you, thank you! I wanted to say…” She looked over at Tamara with wide eyes.
“Birthday cards,” Tamara hissed.
“Yes! My birthday. Thank you for the cards. I’m fifty-eight but feel like I’m a hundred and eight.”
I let out a rip roaring laugh as I did every time Kiera repeated the joke. She’d heard it once on television and couldn’t stop repeating it. Tamara decided to use it to her advantage when planning out this skit for my evening’s entertainment.
Since John left, the girls had taken it upon themselves to fill the night hours with little performances for me. That way, according to Jacinda, “None of us would have to feel sad without daddy around.”
Sad was not how I felt without John around. Uneasy was more like it. Especially after the way we had left things.
To be fair to John, he didn’t know how we’d left things. After all, how could he have known that Pat and I lingered by the door listening to his conversation with Bonzo where he basically implied he wasn't sure he fancied me. After a month and change of letting him inside me again and again, letting him drown himself in the softness of my collar bone, flirt with me while everyone’s backs were turned.
After all that he wasn’t sure if he “fancied” me.
It was proof to me I should have resisted him.
However, the morning he left…made it so impossible to hate him. He woke me up by diving between my legs, languishing his tongue inside me, touching me like I was something holy. And when I had come not once but twice, he didn’t want anything in return.
“I needed to get my fill of you,” John had muttered. And then, after a kiss to the inside of my thigh I wish could have been welted onto my skin forever, he whispered, “I’m going to miss you so much.”
With several long, uninterrupted kisses amidst my bedclothes, that was our goodbye. The rest of his goodbyes were saved for the girls. With hugs and kisses and waves from the front step, we watched John and Bonzo drive off down Warren Lane.
Pat kept me company that first day. And after that…I was on my own.
Trapped between unfancied and missed, managing the house was a confusing task. It had only been four days and the girls were defaulting to me at every turn as their figurehead. Everything was up to me. John had not left instructions. And there was no threat of him returning in the middle of the night with anxiety over how I’ve stepped into the role left by Maureen.
Except I hadn’t. Not really. My presence in the Baldwin girls’ life was pear-shaped motherhood.
However, with John away in Headley, I was what they had to cling onto. John called every night, but he didn't have much time or energy to spare to them as he was still getting their bearings. My personal interactions with him were quick and to an end.
As it should be. The girls needed him. I didn’t.
I don’t, goddammit.
The nights had been long without him.
But the girls’ performances made the nights a little easier to bear.
“Tonight, we have a treat with you with star in the making Su Pollard singing an Oklahoma! favorite –”
“Everything’s up to date in Kansas –” Tamara began to belt, having changed into a flowery caftan from my closet and a yellow wig she made up of spaghetti noodles, twine, and glue.
“Not that one!” Kiera retorted.
I laughed loudly. “That was good,” I muttered, glasping my hands to my chest. “That was very clever.”
Tamara pretended to be shocked, shook her head to recalibrate, and then began to sing, “I’m just a girl who cain’t say no –“
The girls had become quite taken with the show Opportunity Knocks, a televised talent competition that included a postal voting system which meant every week, along with all of my other letters, I would mail the household vote off to ITV. The things you do to see children smile.
Unlike a professionally judged competition which would of course reward contestants with the most talent, Opportunity Knocks’ public judging system often allowed for some questionable winners.
“But will Su’s spotlight dim when up against –“ Kiera continued.
“Arf! Arf!” Jacinda barked, now on her knees with her tongue hanging out and two paper dog ears on her head held up with a headband.
“Weezy, the singing Jack Russel!”
“I know how this one ends!” I announced excitedly as Jacinda began singing “Happy Birthday” in a warbling dog voice. Su Pollard and the Jack Russel were actual contestants in the previous cycle of the show.
Guess who the girls voted for?
“This and more on tonight’s Opportunity Kno –“ Kiera’s excitable cry was cut off by the ringing of the telephone.
Jacinda was the first to alert, like a true Jack Russel would. “Daddy!”
“Hold on, girls,” I said, assuming role as the offset producer. I picked the phone out of the cradle. “We’ve got a call from the BBC. Sir Curran –” I answered. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
John’s growing smile could be heard through the telephone. “Ah, you remembered I’ve been knighted.”
“How could I forget, sir?”
The girls all crowded around me on the sofa, Tamara over the back, Jacinda at my hip, and Kiera right under my arm, struggling to get comfortable in her father’s jacket.
“So, has the BBC come back to beg for our talents?”
“Mm. Depends. Let me talk to the talent.”
Adorably, the first night of our silly skits, John had wanted in on the action even though I could hear the exhaustion in his voice. So he played the role of Director-General of the BBC, Sir Charles Curran. Damn him for continuing to be so utterly charming.
I smiled and held the phone out for the girls. “Sir Curran for the talent, ladies.”
The girls clamored for the phone, all of them screaming as their various roles. I retracted the phone out of their reach. “One at a time, ladies. And dog.”
Jacinda barked and panted. I patted her head lovingly as Tamara snatched the phone from my hands.
“Sir Curran, Su Pollard here –”
“But I’m Hughie Green! I should get to speak first,” Kiera whined.
“Shhh, you’ll get your turn,” I told her and pulled her into my chest.
Kiera pressed her cheek against my bosom and harrumphed until Tamara’s turn was over, then harrumphed more when Jacinda took the next turn, citing that she was the second eldest and therefore should get the second turn.
By the time it got to Kiera, she was weepy and could barely hold the phone herself so I held it for her. “S-sir Curran? They are being very unfair to me.”
I stifled a laugh, overhearing John tutting Kiera and then coddling her in the best way he knew how. While they spoke, Tamara and Jacinda set to cleaning up the stage.
“No, they’re not nice to me. They’re never nice to me.”
“Kiera…” I patted her back and eyed Tamara who gave me a shrug. The bane of Kiera’s existence would always be that she was the youngest and smallest, therefore everything was very unfair to her while the reality was most everything was unfair to Tamara. Still, I remained impartial.
“Yes, Julia’s nice to me. But Julia has to be nice so that doesn’t count.” Kiera waited and then let out a frustrated screech. “I am not tired, Daddy!” meaning she was indeed very tired and bedtime was imminent. “You’re mean too!”
Kiera shoved the phone up into my face. I could hear John intonating carefully, “Kiera, love, this is the only time you get to talk to me today and you’re choosing to be grouchy.”
“You have to say goodbye,” I whispered to Kiera, but she shook her head, shoved me away, and ran out of the room.
“Kiera? Hello? Is anyone there?”
I sighed and pressed the phone to my ear. “I’m afraid Mr. Greene can be rather dramatic when he’s in need of beauty rest.”
“Mm, I know a few people like that. Mr. Page wasn’t up until noon.”
I giggled, but stopped myself when I felt Jacinda look at me. I covered the receiver and nodded toward the door. “Girls, you head up to bed. Check on your sister if you can. And say goodnight to your father.”
I held the phone out for both of the girls to cry out their goodnights as they loped out of the room.
“Well, at least they sound like they’re in good spirits,” John murmured.
“Yes, they are. Everything was going swimmingly up until you’re call.”
“Oh, well I beg your pardon.”
I pinched my nosebridge. “Sorry, that’s not what I meant.”
He laughed, a hiccupping quiet thing. “I know you didn’t. I’m giving you a hard time.”
I paused, letting his breath shuffle into my ear. Other than the static of the phone, it was as if he was in bed with me.
“And you, Julia?”
“Me? Just fine. You?”
John sighed. “Fine. Tired. We’ll be working a little while more today, probably.”
“You ought to be the one to sleep in tomorrow. Give Jimmy a run for his money.” Jimmy's name made my mouth immediately hot, uncomfortable, dangling bait for John.
“I like the way you think,” John replied, the warm tone of his voice remind me of his arms wrapping around me. “No, every time I decide to be a handful, someone always outdoes me. I’m resigned to being agreeable.”
I chewed on my lower lip. “Well, that’s not always a bad thing.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
Since he'd left, our phone conversations were normally limited to a short back and forth, often a veiled one if the girls were in the room, ending with one of us trailing off and the other going, “Well, I'll let you go.” Unceremonious.
We hadn’t learned how to care for one another from afar. I wasn’t sure if we’d ever learn it.
I tugged on a lock of my hair. “I should get the girls in bed and –”
“Listen, are you particularly tired tonight?”
I froze, fingers tightening around the phone. For him, I would stay awake for days. “No. Not particularly.”
“Then I’ll give you a call when we’re done. Say around half past eleven. Is that alright?”
I started salivating, my mouth preparing for hours of conversation. “Yes, that’s qu-quite alright.”
“Oh good. Good, I’ve…I’ve really needed to hear your voice more than just a few moments at a time.”
I leaned back on the couch and pressed my palm to my head, smacking it over and over. This man was eluding my ability to categorize him. “Yes, it’d be nice then to chat,” I said after a moment too long of leaving him hanging. “I want to hear about everything going on there.”
John laughed. “Trust me, Julia, I don’t know if you want to hear everything going on here.”
Oh, but I did. Every sordid detail. The drinking, the drugs, the inevitable discussions of women and perhaps parades of them too. I wanted it all.
“Alright, dear girl, I’ve got to go.”
Dear. Girl. Bloody fucking hell.
“Half past eleven. You have the right to go to sleep on me if I’m a minute late.”
“I’ll wait at least two before I give up on you.”
John hummed. “You’re quite a romantic, are you?”
“Not all women would give a man two extra minutes, but me? Well…” I drew my foot up my leg delicately. “I’m a romantic.”
“Be careful with that voice, you’re going to put me in a compromising position.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, my body all aflutter imagining what he was imagining. “God, you have to bring that up right before I’m going to say goodbye?”
He let out a low chuckle and then: “Half past eleven.”
“Half past eleven,” I repeated.
And then I heard the click of him hanging up. I pressed the phone to my chest and sighed heavily. This is bad…this is so –
I wasn’t left alone with my thoughts for more than five seconds before I heard a sharp cry from upstairs and my name being called with tearful anger by Miss Kiera.
You’ll be pleased to know that after a hellish bedtime routine and nighttime shower where the water would not get hot enough, John called. In fact, he called early. Eleven o’ three.
He kept me up until nearly two. Talking about nothing and everything.
Not a mere mention of our bodies. The way they had begun to gravitate toward one another. The familiarity we had earned from John becoming a landmark in my bed.
Yet the want was all the same.
“We should get to bed, shouldn’t we?” I asked after a long silence, my eyes falling shut as I sprawled out across my small sofa.
“Must we?”
I hummed.
“Oh, I know that hum. That’s a tired hum.”
I wondered how many times he’d heard Mo hum over the phone, across an ocean. Made me sad to realize he couldn’t run home if he needed her. No man can run on water, even with the most profound love in his heart.
“I’m sorry I can’t give you my eleven o’clock number.”
“Mmmwhat would it be?”
“’So long, farewell…’” John sang the first bars of a tune from The Sound of Music.
I snorted. “You’ve been spending too much time with Robert, haven’t you?”
“Suppose so, Julie Andrews.”
I may have been able to keep this up until morning if he kept making me swoon.
“You better not pull the curtains down to make any outfits for the girls. Especially not in the playroom. I’m fond of those.”
“What about a kerchief for my hair?”
John laughed. “Don’t get cheeky. I’ll be checking them over when I get home." Saliva moved in his mouth. "Although the blue would certainly suit your eyes.”
My body was gleefully numb until we said goodnight.
After all, a man wouldn’t know the eye color of a woman he didn’t fancy, would he?
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Hi!! My name is Charlotte, I'm a depressed, bisexual, autistic, actress, a (terrible) artist, and theater kid with high levels of anxiety! and a Starkid hyperfixation! Here I post my writing, incorrect quotes, and some of my ship children and ocs.
My current hyperfixations are: The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, Nerdy Prudes Must Die, Black Friday, Firebringer, (pretty much every starkid musical) Paulkotho, Quirrelmort, spyentist/tatibarb, Hazbin hotel, Helluva Boss, Jedtavius, Tinkoffski, Paulkins, The lords in black, Huskerdust, Good Omens, Javey, Hamilton and Newsies!!
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Night At The Museum
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except for maybe you, and your simple smile
Pairing: Jake Seresin x Julie Floyd (OC)
Synopsis: Hangman's girlfriend makes sure Jake is taken care of during Payback’s bachelor party, and the morning after, he decides to return the favor
Warnings: 18+, minors please DNI – starts out pretty fluffy, then it does devolve into smut and swearing, the usual (i.e. explicit freceiving!oral and PiV sex)
Length: 6.7k
A/N: I'm considering writing a holiday fic with Julie, so wanted to start bringing her over from ao3. if this goes well, i might cross-post their meetcute, so lmk if y'all want more! tldr Julie Floyd is Bob's older sister; they meet during TGM when they both go to the infirmary to check in on Bob and Phoenix after the training crash.
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Which meant she alone bore tribute to the judges’ poor rationale on the GBBO.
Which meant she alone bore tribute to the judges’ poor rationale on the GBBO.
Which meant she alone bore tribute to the judges’ poor rationale on the GBBO.
Julie’s favorite baker had produced 46 macarons, just short of the requisite four dozen, which would be a valid criticism except she had made four dozen, but had startled into crushing two of them when another contestant dropped his kitchen aid on his foot. And now Xiomara was being voted off, because Paul Hollywood couldn’t appreciate the absolute genius that was a flight of macarons inspired by Camille Saint-Saens’ Carnival of the Animals , even if she was two short of perfection.
Julie was pulled out of her brooding by the vibrating of her phone on the bedside table.
She checked the caller ID and sat up quickly, muting the TV as she answered the call.
“Natasha? Everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, babe, all good,” Natasha shouted into the phone, over the clamor of a noisy bar. “Your boyfriend’s getting sloppy drunk; we found him feeding quarters into a decorative payphone, trying to call you, so here he is.”
There was a shuffling sound, and Julie relaxed back into the pillows against the headboard. Natasha sounded perfectly sober, but Julie had heard stories about how she could drink any of the guys under the table, so her friend’s voice wasn’t a tell of how far gone the others could be.
“Julia,” she heard a moment later, Jake’s voice making her smile. He was the only one who used her full name, but she’d decided years ago that she didn’t mind.
Or maybe that was just the power of a Texan accent.
“Hey, Hangman,” Julie said into the phone. “You having fun?”
“Phoenix is bullying me,” he said, and she heard him grunt as Natasha presumably swatted at him, before he turned away from her. “I think she’s a cyborg or something, Jules; she’s downing shots like they’re water.”
Julie shook her head. “Just make sure you’re drinking water, yeah? Let’s do our level best to keep the hangover at bay.”
There was a loud sigh, so close that it shorted out the microphone. “You’re so good at that,” Jake said, and he sounded cross.
“At what?” Julie asked, trying her hardest to keep her amusement out of her voice.
“Taking care of me,” Jake said, his voice somehow still put out.
“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?”
“S’not,” Jake said, then he sniffed. “You’re just…very good.”
He was sweet when he was sentimental, like it snuck up on him. Jake was pretty good about compliments when he was sober, but it was always affirming to hear the guileless version when he was a little tipsy.
“I hear you’re pretty good too,” Julie reassured him, thinking that Jake was probably the only person she knew who could get away with having a catch phrase in real life.
“Course I am,” Jake responded immediately, then he paused as he thought it over. “But I’m good at things, you’re just decent. Like kind and shit.”
Julie smoothed the comforter, the white down feeling soft under her fingers, rippled around where her weight crumpled it. “We’re getting you there.”
Jake hummed a little, like he disagreed but didn’t want to say it. “I like when you say we’re a we.”
Julie pushed the wrinkles back the other way on the comforter. “We are, aren’t we?”
“I know, but I like it. It’s nice,” Jake paused. “I miss you.”
Julie stopped fidgeting with the comforter, surprised by the sweet longing in his voice. “Babe, you saw me like four hours ago,” she said gently.
“What happened to my feelings being valid?” Jake asked, candor replaced by petulance.
“They are, of course,” Julie amended quickly.
Jake huffed. “Well I miss you.”
“I’ll see you in a couple hours more, yeah?” Julie offered. “How’s that sound?”
“Good,” he said wistfully. “That sounds good. You’re so good, Julia, I mean it.”
Julie went back to the comforter. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she told him.
“See this is what I mean!” Jake said, annoyed again. “Just take the compliment, okay? It doesn’t have to be about me too.”
Julie tipped her head. “What happened to liking ‘we’?”
“Of course I like ‘we’,” Jake said, thinking. “I love you.”
Julie smiled. “I love you, too.”
“I love you too,” Jake said, and Julie could practically see everyone around him rolling their eyes.
“Alright, Seresin, you get back to having fun, okay?” she told him.
Jake sighed, like he was steeling himself for a daunting task.
“Okay,” he agreed. “Well, not okay, but I’ll try. The guys won’t let me play pool.”
“Bastards,” Julie said, loyally.
“It’s okay; the sticks are awful sharp, did you know? They are,” he said solemnly, and the background noise got louder as someone pulled his attention away from the phone. “Oh, hey, Fanboy. Yeah, it’s Julia. Now, wait–-”
There was a rustling sound on the other end, which Julie assumed was Mickey fighting the phone away from Jake. She waited for it to stop, and then a moment later heard the wizzo’s voice on the line.
“Julie, your boyfriend’s bringing this down,” Mickey complained. “At this rate, he’ll be tapping out in an hour.”
Julie didn’t think Mickey sounded 100% either, but she wasn’t about to say it.
“Do me a favor and keep him vertical,” she said instead, and she heard Mickey snort.
“Anything for my second favorite Floyd,” he rejoined.
Julie shook her head, reaching over to grab the binder inside the nightstand, flipping pages till she found room service.
“Alright, I’ll take the hint and sign off,” she told Mickey. “Have a reasonable amount of fun, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mickey said. “Here’s Phoenix.”
There was a shuffling as the phone was passed back, and Julie heard Natasha’s longsuffering sigh before she put the phone up to her ear.
“All the men I love are lightweights,” Natasha said. “What are we gonna do about that?”
Julie laughed quietly. “Are they lightweights, or are you superhuman, Nat?”
“Now you sound like Jake,” she said, and Julie could hear the grin on her friend's voice. “At this rate, we’ll be home before 2am. Call you if anything changes, but don’t wait up, okay?”
“Okay,” Julie agreed. “Make good choices.”
“Don’t I always,” Natasha said, and she hung up.
Julie put the phone back on the side table, a small smile on her face as she looked around the room.
That group was special. Some of them went back to their first pass through Top Gun, some of them had first met when they were trained by Captain Mitchell, but their friendship was sweet to get to witness. Julie knew Robbie was disappointed to miss out on this weekend, but he was needed at Lemoore and had negotiated for the week of Reuben’s wedding off.
Julie checked the amount of time left in the episode, then the finale, then took a quick break to order room service. If she was going to watch more minor atrocities be committed for the sake of British baking, it was going to be accompanied by hotel-made creme brulee.
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Julie hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but between the sugar of the dessert and the soothing accents on her screen, she blinked awake in the bright lights of the room. There was something else too…
A moment later, she heard it again, the beeping of the room key reader, as it declined entry. Julie rolled off the bed pulling her sweatshirt over her thumbs and padding over to the door, to check the peephole.
It was nearly covered by brown hair and through the door, Julie could hear Jake muttering, coaching himself through opening the door.
The reader beeped again and Julie waited until she heard weight shift away from the door before opening it slowly.
Jake startled, hands coming out for balance as the hallway moved around him. He was weaving slightly, not enough for monumental concern, and Julie waited for him to gain his bearings and find her.
“Julia,” he grinned broadly, relieved. “I think our door is broken.”
Julie looked down to where he was pressing his credit card against the hotel room door, the reader determinedly showing red as it waited for the room key. “We’ll call the desk in the morning, get them to come check it out.”
“I guess,” Jake frowned, doubtful, then looked back up at her.
Julie held out a hand, opening the door further to pull him back into the room. Jake took her hand as he walked by her, but then he raised her arm over her head.
Julie let him lead her into a twirl, knowing they looked absolutely ridiculous in the hallway. She, barefoot in pajama shorts and a sweatshirt, Jake in a button down, jeans, and the cowboy boots he wore on principle when he was out of uniform. Smiling stupidly, moving gracelessly, but Jake looked pleased when she centered back on him, and so she was okay with it.
“Hey, darlin’,” he said, voice lower closer, proud of himself for the move.
“Sugar,” Julie teased, always amused when Jake’s Texan came out stronger when he was a little out of it.
She closed the door behind them, but Jake didn’t let go of her hand, pulling her back to him, their arms settling around each others’ waists. Jake was still weaving, but in context, it felt almost like dancing. Side to side between feet, stomachs and hips close together, quiet in the bright lights of the room. Julie tilted her head to rest her chin on Jake’s shoulder. He was just taller than her barefooted, and the boots helped a little, as they turned in a slow circle in the entryway.
“We should go line dancing,” Jake said, his voice rumbling through his chest. He was warm, his shoulders heavy and chest broad against her, and he felt soft, relaxed.
“In Chicago?” Julie asked, swaying along with him.
“In Chicago,” Jake scoffed. “Absolutely not.”
“Alright,” Julie agreed, trying not to laugh, “location to be determined at a later date. Want to take your boots off?”
Jake looked down, seemingly surprised to find them still on his feet.
“Yeah, okay,” he said, and dropped his arms immediately.
He moved over to an ottoman in the entryway, sitting widely and leaning down to pull off his boots. Julie stayed near the door, watching him.
For all his arrogance when she’d first met him, this version of him always seemed the closest to real. Honest and bumbling, dutifully following instructions, twirling her because he could, dancing because he wanted to. With his thighs spread and hands tugging at the leather, Julie thought she could see him a century ago, coming home to a ranch in Wyoming, after a cattle drive.
Of course, in that image, she’d have an apron instead of pajama shorts, and a kitchen instead of a nursing degree.
Jake lined his boots up carefully and looked back up at her.
“I smell like a bar,” he announced.
Julie pressed her lips together. “That does track, yes.”
“I’m gonna shower,” he said, nodding determinedly.
“Sounds good,” Julie said. She needed to get ready for bed anyway, so she could keep an eye on him.
“Don’t fall asleep without me, okay?”
Julie looked back at him at his simple request, worry clear on his face.
He was drunk enough that she hadn’t planned on leaving him unattended near a running tap, or pushing for anything other than sleep. But the sweetness in his ask settled over her, and she smiled softly.
She crossed over to him, cupping the side of his face with her hand. When he was on duty, Jake kept himself clean-shaven, but on weekends like this, or ends of weekends like this, he was a bit of a scratchy scruff going, and it was rough against her palm. One of Jake’s hands circled her wrist and he turned his head to press against the inside of it, waiting for her answer.
“Take a shower, Dallas,” she told him. “I’ll wait for you.”
He smiled, a simple thing that turned the corners of his mouth up slightly and he nodded. He pushed himself to his feet, weaving slightly before he regained his balance and started towards the bathroom.
Julie stopped by his suitcase to grab pajama pants and a Longhorns tshirt before following him. Her toiletries were already on the counter and she left Jake’s clothes on the commode. She brushed her teeth, keeping an eye on her boyfriend through the frosted glass of the shower doors, then washed her face. By the time she’d made it to the serum portion of her skincare routine, Jake was simply standing under the shower spray, water running over his body, his rote actions completed.
“How we doing in there?” she asked, and Jake jumped.
“Uh, good,” he said, rolling his shoulders. “Good. Almost done.”
“Take your time,” Julie said reassuringly, leaning back against the countertop as she worked the serum in with a jade roller.
A couple minutes later, the tap turned off, and as Jake pulled the towel off the top of the shower door into the stall with him, Julie let herself out of the bathroom to give him some privacy. She kept the door cracked, of course, so she could hear if anything happened, but moved the creme brulee dishes and tray from the bedside table, clearing the area.
Jake was humming Jingle Bells as he brushed his teeth, a habit he normally kept inaudible, to get him to two minutes. Julie flipped off the overhead lights, leaving on the headboard light on Jake’s side as she turned down the covers. As she slipped under the comforter, she heard Jake opt up for the final “one horse open sleighhhh”.
A minute later, Jake stood silhouette in the bathroom light, pausing as he looked into the room. His hair was obviously towel dried, sticking straight up at the crown of his head, none of his normal styling methods implemented. It was an endearing effect, especially combined with the rumpled pajamas.
“Come over,” Julie said, flipping the edge of the comforter open. Thankfully, her nap earlier hadn’t been deep enough that she now didn’t want to sleep, but she was sure Jake was more tired than he was aware.
Jake flipped off the light and ambled over to the bed, dropping heavily into it.
“No, you come over,” he mumbled, holding open an arm.
Julie smiled to herself, rolling over towards him. “You’re not gonna get that light are you?” she asked.
“What light?”
When she looked up at him, Jake’s brow was wrinkled in confusion, and his eyes were very much closed. Julie lifted herself over him, flipping off the light before tucking herself back into his side.
“There ya go,” Jake said, sounding very pleased with himself for someone who didn’t do anything.
“There you go,” Julie repeated into his chest. Jake’s tshirt was a little damp from the humidity in the bathroom, but she could feel the warmth of him through it, and, relaxed like this, he felt so comfortable.
“Thanks for fixing the broken door,” Jake mumbled, craning his neck to press a kiss to the top of her forehead.
“Of course,” Julie whispered back. “Did you have a good time?”
“Yeah,” Jake said, breaking off in a yawn. “Drank water too, like you said.”
Julie patted his chest consolingly. “Well done, babe.”
“Thank you,” Jake yawned again. “Night, darlin’.”
Julie smiled in the darkness, knowing he couldn’t see. “Goodnight, sugar.”
Her eyes drifted shut as she heard Jake’s breathing even out, the steadiness of his heartbeat like a simple lullaby as sleep washed over them both.
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Sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting the room in a gentle warm light, and Julie blinked awake. She lay still for a moment, following the narrow beam of light from between where the two curtains almost met, a ray of sunlight across the bottom of the bed. She could feel Jake’s breath against her neck, uneven enough for her to know he was awake before she turned around to face him.
He let go of her as she rolled over, but his hand returned to her waist when she settled. His thumb stroked lightly underneath the hem of her sweatshirt, brushing a little half moon over her skin. Julie settled onto the pillow, their noses just a breath apart, and she couldn’t help but smile at him.
His green eyes were bright in the morning light, his mussed hair stuck up in an unkempt pattern, and Julie reached up to smooth it down. Jake’s eyes fluttered slightly when her nails met his scalp, and she ran her fingers through his hair to settle it,
“Hey,” Julie whispered.
“Hey,” Jake said back, his voice scratchy, and Julie smiled at the rough texture of it. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good,” Julie ran her hand down the back of his head, curling around the back of his neck. “I think we need to get better sheets for the apartment.”
Jake smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I knew splurging on the hotel was gonna cost me more than the weekend.”
“You and me both,” Julie sighed, stretching a little. “What about you–-did you sleep okay? How’re you feeling?”
Jake hummed. “Someone reminded me halfway through the night that I should be drinking water. Saved me a hell of a hangover, I think.”
Julie scratched lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. “She sounds like a genius.”
“Definitely that,” Jake agreed. “She also waited up to make sure I got in okay, and that I didn’t drown myself in the shower.”
“She should probably be nominated for sainthood,” Julie prompted, but then she couldn't keep up the charade. “I have a confession.”
“That’s thematic,” Jake said.
“I didn’t wait up for you, not at first. I fell asleep watching Great British Bakeoff, and woke up when the door kept beeping because you were trying to open it with your credit card instead of the room key”
Jake laughed, and Julie lifted herself off his chest to look at him.
God, he was handsome.
Such a classic, silly, word, but it fit him. Fit his charm and his ease, his straight teeth and stubborn chin, and how he’d just woken up and his hair was barely finger-combed, but he still looked like something gorgeous.
He calmed down, face pressed into the pillow across from her, and under her sweatshirt, his fingers stilled.
“Ah, Julia,” he said, his voice somehow still scratchy. “You can’t look at me like that.”
Julie rolled her eyes, pulling her hand away from his hair to press it over her eyes. “Take it up with your pretty face; it’s not my fault.”
She heard him laugh again, quieter this time, and then he pulled her hand away from her face. He didn’t let go of her wrist, circled by his fingers, and the hand on her waist pushed further under her sweatshirt, spreading over the skin there.
“Either way,” Jake said quietly, his eyes intent. “Thank you.”
Julie licked her lips. “For what?”
Jake’s eyes crinkled, but his mouth barely moved into a smile. “You answered when Phoenix called, and we yelled at you like lunatics in the middle of Clark Street. You got out of bed to let me in, and waited up after that, to make sure I was okay.”
Julie sighed, wishing Jake understood those weren’t monumental acts of kindness, as much as they were things people did when they cared. And he knew she cared, but he seemed to forget how much.
“That’s my job, honey,” Julie said softly.
Jake was still for a moment, and the lines around his eyes deepened before he leaned across the pillow to kiss her. Julie smiled at the first brush of his lips over hers, soft and careful, just quick appreciation. After a moment, he went to pull back, but Julie followed him. Jake’s hand tightened on her waist as her body pressed against his, and he kissed her slow and deep, until the world felt like maple syrup around them.
“Always taking care of me,” Jake murmured against her skin. His stubble scraped against her face as he nudged her chin up with his nose, tipping Julie’s head back. She swallowed heavily as he kissed her neck, a slow press of lips and a tease from his tongue before he moved on to a new spot. “I think it’s my turn now.”
“Tor what?” Julie asked, her voice sounding breathless, which Jake seemed to appreciate. He blew out a slow breath, cool air over a spot he’d just licked, and Julie shivered.
“To take care of you,” Jake said against her skin. His lips closed over her and Julie bit back a whine as she felt the pressure of his mouth and the carefulness of his words at her core.
“I told you it’s not like that,” Julie managed to say, carding her hands through his hair. When she pulled lightly, he sucked a little harder and Julie gasped.
Her hand fell from his hair to his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. She wanted his weight, more pressure, more of him, and when he let her lead him, she felt his chuckle through his chest. Jake shifted, obliging, his strong thighs on either side of hers, and the hand at her waistband moved over her stomach and down.
“I know,” Jake said soothingly, his fingers skimming across her hip bone, over her underwear. “But I want to anyway. Will you let me?”
Julie looked up at him, his broad shoulders and his tan skin, bright eyes and morning hair, and shook her head.
“Why’d you have to bring reciprocity into it?” she asked.
Jake raised an eyebrow. “So you’re saying you don’t want me to…” he trailed off as his fingers dipped below the hem of her Calvin Kleins. His hand brushed over smooth skin and dense hair before his broad palm settled warmly over her core. His thumb rubbed lightly over the inside of her thigh, but his palm settled, cupping her.
Julie’s hips canted up of their own volition, wanting more pressure, more friction. Jake didn’t move though, just stayed, waited, eyes laughing, as Julie willed her body to still.
“Need something, darlin’?” Jake teased.
Julie scowled at him. “Why do you have to be so smug about it?”
Jake shrugged lightly, his thumb continuing its maddening pattern inside her thigh. “Why do you have to be so principled about it?”
He rolled his hips slightly, pushing his hand more firmly against her, but still not moving beyond giving her more of his weight.
“Come on, Julia,” Jake whispered. He braced himself on his elbow before leaning down to kiss her, pulling away almost as soon as she rose to meet him. He kissed her jaw, her neck, and she felt his lips curl into a smile over his teeth as he pulled back again. Julie realized she was grinding up against the hand he was insisting on keeping still, and she pulled at his hair to bring him back to her mouth.
Jake inhaled sharply as he kissed her, his lips soft and hungry and Julie loved that she could feel his chest expanding with his breath as he moved over her. He pushed his torso off of her, their noses touching, their lips a breath away, and Jake’s eyes were dark as they traced over her face. His hand lifted, his thumb moving up to brush over her clit, and Julie jolted at the contact.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Jake murmured. He moved his thumb again, and Julie shuddered as he circled over her.
“Jake-–” she started, breaking off as he pulled back.
“Please,” he said, determinedly, and his middle finger traced along her slit. Julie gasped as he dragged his finger through the wetness there, and Jake groaned quietly. “Let me taste you here, Jules.”
How the hell was she supposed to say no to that?
Julie nodded mutely, rewarded by the nearly canine smile that Jake’s mouth curled into.
“Thank you, baby,” Jake breathed, leaning down to kiss her again before pushing himself off of her. He settled back on his thighs, kneeling around hers, and his hands smoothed down her sides before grabbing the waistband of her shorts and underwear.
“Lift,” he commanded quietly, and Julie lifted her hips off the bed so he could pull them off of her. “Good girl.”
Julie pressed her lips together, not even pretending that his praise didn’t affect her. They both knew it did, he loved that it did, and so it worked out pretty great all around.
Jake pressed her back to the bed with a hand over her stomach, fingers splayed and pressure steady. With his other hand, he reached for one of her knees, guiding it down towards the mattress, and Julie’s legs opened. Jake made a sound low in his throat, looking down at the apex of her thighs, and his hand on her stomach drifted down over her thigh to the same spot just above her knee.
“So pretty,” he said quietly, almost to himself, and Julie blushed. It wasn’t like she was bashful at this point in their relationship, but his frank appreciation still felt like it set her skin aflame. Jake slid off the end of the bed, his grip on her legs turning so he could grasp the back of her knees, and he pulled her sharply to the edge of the bed. He knelt then, his face so close to the core of her, and when he blew out a shaky breath, Julie felt it against her.
“Jake, please-–”
“No, baby,” Jake said, his voice quiet and steady. He pressed a slow kiss to one of her thighs, then the other, ignoring the place where she was aching for him. His mouth was soft and warm, his jaw scratchy from his beard, and he rubbed his chin against her thighs like he was getting comfortable. “You almost didn’t let me down here, and now you want to tell me how it goes? I don’t think that’s how it works.”
He was so close, she could practically feel his words against her skin, but he still didn’t touch her, the sweetest torture. Julie’s hips rose and Jake’s grip on her thighs tightened slightly, pressing her deeper into the mattress.
“Say please, angel,” he said quietly, and Julie felt his words past her skin, in her blood, her breath catching.
“Please, Jake,” she breathed, and he made a sound in the back of his throat, like a purr.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, and then he leaned into her.
God, his tongue.
Julie’s head fell back as he licked up her center, tongue flat and broad as he spread her with it. He made that low sound again, like approval and hunger, and he licked her. Slow like he wasn’t in a hurry, like he wanted to savor her, like he knew it would drive her crazy. He pulled back, teasing her with light kisses and Julie’s back bowed away from the bed when his tongue found her clit. He sunk into her, and she parted for him, succumbed, accepted and wanted and needed him.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against her skin, and Julie looked down at him when he pulled back. He brushed his thumb across his lower lip, “You taste damn good.”
He lowered that hand to her, teasing her opening, and Julie’s eyes fluttered touch at the lightness of that touch. As his mouth returned to her clit, his finger traced through her folds, soothing and searching.
“Jake,” Julie moaned as his mouth laved over her, “you feel so good, please, I need–-”
She broke off as he pressed his finger into her, sitting back on his heels to look at her. His eyes were dark and he lifted his chin, panting, watching her. Julie could see his chest rising as he steadied his breathing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and, fuck, taste her while he looked down at her.
“I know,” Jake said, voice low. “I always know, don’t I?”
“Yes,” Julie whispered, and it was true. He eased another finger into her, slow and steady, stretching her gently.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Jake said, his accent thickening as he looked over her. “Open up for me.”
Julie shuddered when he moved his wrist, curling his fingers inside her. The stretch of him felt heavenly, grounding, and when his mouth returned to her clit, Julie whimpered.
Jake worshipped her with his mouth, worked her with his fingers, and she heard his breathing grow ragged again as he pleasured her. Pressure built in her core, low and pulsing, driven by the stroke of his fingers and the pull of his tongue and Julie felt her thighs start to tremble.
Jake pulled back, chest heaving, his breath warm against her.
“Fuck, sweetheart, it’s so pretty,” he murmured, his fingers pressing deeper into her and wringing a cry out of Julie. “That’s it, angel, look how well you’re taking me.”
Julie’s hips stuttered at his words, arching up into his hand as he worked her. No matter how far gone she was, Jake could always push her farther with his words, running over her like a caress, like velvet. His fingers brushed against a deep part of her and Julie’s back bowed off the bed as she cried out.
“Shit, Jake,” she moaned, reaching blindly for him. Her hand found his shoulder, and she traced up the curve of his neck, burying her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.
Jake groaned when she pulled, and she felt the mattress shift as his hips jerked forward, unintentional. The motion sent a jolt of clarity through Julie’s pleasure-addled brain and she opened her eyes, looking down at the man on his knees between her legs.
“Babe,” she whispered, and Jake hummed, looking up at her. The vibration rocked through Julie, almost as devastating as his eyes, glittering and hungry, while his mouth was buried in her.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” he rumbled against her, and Julie’s thighs clenched at the gravel in his tone. She bit her lip, fighting off the rising waves, holding on to him.
It was good, so fucking good, but she wanted more, needed him closer, needed him with her.
“I want you to come with me, babe,” she said.
Jake grunted, but he didn’t move from between her legs, his tongue tracing over her, sucking hard enough to make Julie’s eyes snap shut as she shuddered.
“Jake,” she moaned, “I want it with you, I want to feel you–-”
Jake increased the pressure of his fingers, thrusting into her and cutting off her words. And Julie knew what he was doing, wanted to see her finish first, the stubborn man, and she’d be more upset about it if it didn’t feel like the best fucking thing.
Unfortunately for him, she was pretty stubborn, too.
She untangled her hand from his hair, reaching down to wrap around his wrist. His hand stilled and he looked up at her through the hair falling in his face; though her body was screaming in frustration, Julie’s heart warmed when his sweet eyes met hers.
“I need you, Jake,” she whispered, a different tactic. “So fucking bad, please.”
Jake shuddered, his shoulders tensing at her words and his hips jutted forward towards the bed.
“Jules, I want you to–-”
The distance he needed to speak was enough for Julie to wiggle out of his grip. She slid back, quickly, up the bed, reaching into the nightstand for a condom and tossing it back down the bed.
“And what I want,” she rolled over onto her stomach, heard Jake groan as she pushed back from the headboard, “is to come on your cock.”
“Jesus, Jules,” Jake muttered, a million things on his voice. She heard the foil tearing and Julie rocked back on her hips, aching, empty.
“Ah, sweetheart, I can see you from here,” Jake groaned. “Dripping for me, aren’t you?”
Julie looked over her shoulder, intending to say something provocative, but her words failed at the sight of him. In the time she’d been at the front of the bed, Jake had peeled off his tshirt and stepped out of his pajama pants. His legs were spread, strong thighs flexing as he rolled the condom over his length. He grunted when he reached the base, his hand pumping over himself once more, thick and hard.
Julie’s mouth actually watered.
“Come on, Lieutenant,” she breathed, swaying her hips. “Let’s have it.”
Jake licked his lips, fisting his cock once more, but he didn’t crawl up the bed. Instead, he walked around the side of it, step slow and cock hanging heavy. When he got up to the headboard, he reached across the bed, hand tracing down the side of Julie’s face before fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled and she turned to him as his mouth sought hers like he was starving. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue, whimpered as he thrust into her mouth. Her body hummed, still desperate from the denied high, and she moaned in relief when she felt Jake shifting to climb onto the bed.
His body was warm, taut with tension, and he let go of his grip on her hair to reach under her sweatshirt to palm her breasts. Julie gasped when his fingers found her nipples, smoothing over her as he groped her, graceless, perfect. They were past finesse, hungry for as much skin as possible, and she pressed backwards into him. Jake released her to pull off her sweatshirt, and guided her back down to the bed with a hand pressed to the small of her back. His body came down on top of her, delicious weight that made Julie want to combust, purr, dissolve into the bedding or into him. She moaned when she felt the outline of his dick against her thighs, and Jake smoothed her hair away from the side of her neck so he could suck on the skin there.
“You ready for me, angel?” he whispered into her neck and Julie whimpered, nodding quickly.
She needed him, could feel how desperately empty she was without him, and when he pressed his head against her center, Julie thought she might sob in relief.
He eased his cock into her.
It was impossibly slow, deep and inescapable, and Julie’s mouth hung open as Jake kept pushing. Refusing a rhythm, or friction beyond entrance, stretching and filling her and Julie didn’t realize he thighs were shaking until Jake pushed himself onto his elbows, reaching down with a wide hand to smooth over her legs, whispering as he pushed in.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he kissed her hair, the back of her neck, her shoulder. “Look at you, taking all of me, like this.”
“Jake,” Julie whispered, almost sobbed, heat coiling through her body. He was everywhere, over and around and in her, steady and strong and so fucking big and rocking home.
“I'm right here, sweetheart,” he whispered, jaw clenched tight as he waited for her body to adjust to him. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby, you feel perfect.”
Julie reveled in his touch, in his words, warm and dirty and perfect. She wanted more. She shifted her hips and Jake cursed as she moved, before his hands snaked down to grip her waist. He rolled his hips and he pressed deeper into her, pulling back before stroking into her, and pleasure threaded through both of them. Jake’s breath strained as he fucked into her, pulling her hips into him and driving impossibly deep.
He groaned her name, and Julie’s core clenched; this was what she’d wanted what she’d chased. Needed him this close, wanting her this bad, driving into her. She felt unmoored, starved, her fingers digging into the comforter as she pushed back to meet him, hips moving to the rhythm he set.
“Baby,” Jake choked, “you can’t...you feel...wait--”
He reached down for her hair again, pulling, and Julie pushed herself off the bed. He lifted her against his chest, sitting back on his thighs, thrusting up into her as he reached between her legs.
Julie cried when he brushed over her clit, his forearm banding across her chest, forging their bodies together like he was just as desperate for this closeness. He rutted up into her, rubbing and pressing and as Julie felt herself going boneless, Jake growled.
“So that’s what you needed, angel, huh?” he ground into her, holding her at the highest point, breath hot against her shoulder, “to get this cock so deep your body forgets how to do anything but take it?”
Julie writhed in his lap, his words and his body driving her higher and the room swam. She was melting, tightening, desire pulsing through her and he kept on.
“Fuck,” Julie cried, her head falling back over his shoulder. “Jake, babe, please, I’m so close…”
“I know, sweetheart,” Jake ground, kissing her neck. His tongue laved over her skin as he rocked the bed with his thrusts. “Give it to me, come on now.”
Julie moaned and Jake bit down lightly at her pulse point and she shattered. Her vision blurred as she shivered, trembling at the force of pleasure he wrung out of her. She felt tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the force of it, beautiful and relentless and the hot pulses of it wracked her as she lay back on Jake’s chest.
“That’s it,” Jake breathed. “It’s so good, you’re so good, fuck, baby-–”
Jake’s thrusts sped up, his thighs slapping against hers as he chased his own release. He pumped into her frantically, still working a finger over her to coax her through her orgasm and Julie felt him jerk when she whimpered his name. He came with a shout as he thrust into her, choking on his breath and Julie felt him pulsing as he came hard. Her core was throbbing, aching and satisfied but she curled her hips, milking him, and Jake moaned as she pulled out his orgasm. His chest heaved under her, and they stayed locked together, trembling, working out their pleasure in each others’ bodies.
Julie came out of it first, slowly becoming aware of Jake’s hands smoothing over her thighs and around to the curve of her ass, soothing himself and her. She rolled her head off his shoulder, craning around to kiss his cheek.
“Well done, Dallas,” she whispered, and he chuckled warmly, nestling into the curve of her neck.
“Have I told you lately how perfect you are?” he mumbled into her neck.
Julie smiled softly; it did feel pretty perfect. “Not today,” she told him. “But I forgive you.”
Jake snorted, leaning back so they could stretch across the bed. Julie rolled over to face him fully, and Jake fixed her hair so she wasn’t lying on it, and then sighed as he relaxed into a pillow.
“Julia Floyd,” he said somberly, eyes closed and lips curled up into the most endearing smile. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Julie leaned across the pillow to kiss him. He caught his breath and she felt his thumb graze over her cheekbone before she pulled back.
Jake grinned, a smile like sunlight as his eyes crinkled. His hand curled up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, and he sighed, something deep and happy, a sound Julie wished she could always hear with him.
“Love you,” she whispered.
Jake smiled. “Love you more,” he said back.
It was a perpetual disagreement, but when he pushed out of bed to fetch her a warm washcloth and order room service of espresso and chocolate croissants, Julie found herself hoping that that was a disagreement they’d have for decades to come.
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ALL Pairings are out! Long post, so look under the cut!
Round 1 1/4
Sweep, cap’n, k_k VS Jay Walker, Nya
Vee, Marsha VS Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle
Cherry Blossom Joe VS Doofinsmerch, His Ex-Wife
Percy jackson, Annabeth Chase VS Jack O Valentine, Sol Badguy
Josuke Higashikata, Yasuho Hirose VS Lug, Anode
leorio, kurapika VS Nepeta Leijon, Equius Zahhak
Luz Noceda, Marcy Wu VS Varian, Hugo
Swap, Neo VS Queen Roger and Fly Minetti
Daffy, Bugs VS Vash, Wolfwood
Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi VS Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson
Sam, Max VS Hunter, Willow
Stepan trofimovich, Varvara Petrovnad VS Rex Salazar, Noah Nixon
nellie lovett, sweeney todd VS Tim Drake, Bernard Dowd
bubby, dr coomer VS Neku, Beat
Dave Miller, Jack Kennedy VS Kermit, Mrs. Piggy
Cleo, Etho VS Zelda, Link (Rip)
Chip, Gillion VS X, Zero
kagayama shigeo, hanazawa teruki VS Kris, Berdly
Caranthir, Haleth VS Jonathan Sims, Martin Blackwood
Marc Anciel, Nathaniel Kurtzberg VS Miyamoto Uran, Sapphire
Texas, Church VS Solid Snake, Otacon
Gundham Tanaka, Sonia Nevermind VS Phillip Carlyle,Anne Wheeler
Soos, Melody VS Red, Blue
Jungleberry Cookie, Royal Berry Cookie VS Blaze, Sonic
LDshadowlady, Smallishbeans VS Mr. Neighbor, Wegg
clark kent, lois lane VS Popeye, Olive Oyl
Round 1 2/4
Brandon Quark, Doctor Robotnik VS Elrond, Celebrian
Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja VS stanford pines, fiddleford mcgucket
Pepa & Félix Madrigal VS Duskie & Hibiscus
Emu Otori, Rui Kamishiro VS momoe and kaoru
C!fundy and c!hbomb VS Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Waybright and Marcy Wu
Agent 3 and Agent 8 VS c!schlatt & c!connor
Zoro Roronoa and Sanji Vinsmoke (Black leg Sanji) VS Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy
Herbert West & Daniel Cain VS Snorkmaiden & Mymble Jr
charles "trip" tucker and t'pol VS Mytho & Princess Tutu (NOT duck; just her princess form)
Gregory House and James Wilson VS luz and amity
Paintbrush and Lightbulb VS Vriska Serket & June Egbert
geordi and data VS peter sqloint and rumi sqloint
Q!ElMariana and Q!Slimecicle VS Poor Boy and Love Interest
Scar and Grian VS Jolyne/Anasui
Kian Stone, Rolan Deep and Timothy Rand VS Dr. Boris Habit and Kamal Bora
red guy and duck VS MK & Red Son
jonathan harker and mina murray harker VS Zagreus/Thanatos/Megaera
Crowley and Aziraphale VS Denki Kaminari and Kyoka Jiro
Tuor and Idril Celebrindal VS Snorpy and Chadlo
jack harkness x the tardis VS Mizuki akiyama and mafuyu
Jackieboyman and Marvin the Magnificent VS Arashi Narukami and Mika Kagehara
Barbie, Ken VS ron and desiree delite
Steven Universe & Connie Maheswaran VS Magnus Burnsides and Julia Burnsides
Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla VS castiel and dean winchester
Eda and Luz’s mom VS Jadzia Dax & Kira Nerys
c!Tubbo and c!Ranboo VS Rex Salazar & Circe
Round 1 3/4
Pixal + Zane VS Apollo Justice + Klavier Gavin
The Monarch and Dr. Ms Monarch VS Juno Steel and Peter Nureyev
Kaito and Meiko VS Kamille Bidan & Fa Yuiry
Sun Wukong and Six-Eared Macaque VS Skwydd & Cricket
Sasha Nein and Milla Vodello VS Wade Ripple & Ember
Byakuren Hiijri and Toyosatomimi no Miko VS Cosmo, Wanda
Roboky and Venom VS Cellbit and Roier
Numerous BFDI ships VS Hiccup, Astrid
Beatrix and Casey VS anakin skywalker and captain rex
Raven and Beast Boy VS Neo and Trinity
Mario, Princess Peach VS Rashmi Jamil and Amelie Maçon
Denji, Asa Mitaka VS Vivi Yukino and Lewis Pepper
Benrey and Gordon VS Lace and Hornet
Beren and Luthien VS neku sakuraba, joshua kiryu
Shin and Noi VS Morticia and Gomez Addams
Paul Matthews and Emma Perkins VS Moomin, Snufkin
james t kirk + s'chnn t'gai spock VS Nico Robin and Franky
Dave Strider and John/June Egbert VS Moominmamma & Moominpappa
Edward Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot VS shaun riley and liz
louis and lestat VS Spamton, Jevil
fox mulder and dana scully VS will t riker + deanna troi [+ worf rozhenko]
Amy Rose, Metal Sonic VS Quackity and Slimecicle
Diego Brando & Hot Pants VS Elrond and Celebrian and Gil-Galad
mia fey & diego armando/godot VS Luigi and Prince Peasly
C!Quackity, C!Karl, and C!Sapnap VS Sonic, Shadow
Drey Ferin and Finn Tidestrider VS Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell
Round 1 4/4
Shaggy and velma VS Surge the Tenrec and Amy Rose
Yamato/Portgas D. Ace VS audrey & seymour
Randy Jade and Oliver Swift VS Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi
Lup and Barry Bluejeans VS Reimu and Marissa
Mizuki Akiyama & Rui Kamishiro VS Jimmy The Robot and Mc Bat Commander
C!Quackity and C!wilbur VS Espresso cookie and Eclair cookie
Junpei, Akane Kurashiki VS Obi-Wan Kenobi & Satine Kryze
Raine Whispers and Eda Clawthorne VS Danny Zuko and Sandy Olsen
Maxwell 'William' Carter and Charlie W. VS Mothwing and Leafpool
Naruto Uzumaki & Sasuke VS Baxter Stockman and The Alien Computer
Keith Kogane and Lance McClain VS Wood Man and Robbie Rotten
Scott and Barda Free (Mister Miracle and Big Barda) VS John Notwoodman + Nick Lushwood
Caranthir and Haleth VS Susie and Noelle
orpheus and eurydice VS The doctor, Rose
luke skywalker and mara jade VS Princess Daisy and Luigi
time and malon VS Simon (Scissor) and Spoon
Dave strider, Karkat Vantas VS Miles “moles,” Edgar, and Madeline
Mary Anta and Reginald Tetra VS Koichi Haimawari and Kazuho Haneyama
Yoshi and Birdo VS lazlo & nadia
Celebrimbor and Annatar VS Rendog and DocM77
Jesse + Jane VS Adira Tal and Gray Tal
Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson VS Dazai Osamu and Nakahara
Jessie and James VS jeff and britta
Anji Mito and Baiken VS Shiver and Frye
ALL of MLP* VS ALL of TF2*
*Minus any familial relationships
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Most fucked up ships:
Yes I am including some old ships from previous tournaments, I haven’t gotten enough new ships otherwise, apologies.
1. Dolph Laserhawk x Alex Taylor from Captain Laserhawk
2. Niji Red x Ramon from Captain Laserhawk
3. Dolph Laserhawk x Rayman from Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix
4. Sarah Fisher x Dolph Laserhawk from Captain Laserhawk A Blood Dragon Remix
5. Yuuji Itadori x Mahito from Jujitsu Kaisen
6. Jiang Cheng/Qi Rong, from 'The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation' and 'Heaven Official's Blessing'
7. bingqui (luo binghe x shen qingqiu) from scum villain's self saving system.
8. Heaven Official's Blessing. Ships He Xuan and Shi Qingxuan.
9. Ives and Boyd from Ravenous 1999
10. Eve and Vilanelle, Killing Eve
11. cain/abel, the Bible
12. Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan (songxuexiao), The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi
13. Sephiroth/Cloud (FF7 Compilation)
14. Clary and Jace from the Mortal Instruments
15. Rika Sasaki/Yoshiyuki Terada, Cardcaptor Sakura,
16. The Folgers Coffee ship. From the Home for the Holidays commercial from 2009.
17. Veralidaine Sarrasri/Numair Salmalín, from the Immortals Quartet
18. Eli/Oskar, Let the Right One In (2008).
19. Lavan Firestorm/Kalira, Brightly Burning
20. Lapis/Jasper (Steven Universe
21. PearlescentMoon/SMajor, the Life Series
22. Christine/The Phantom (Phantom of the Opera
23. Distracted Boyfriend/Jealous Girlfriend, Distracted Boyfriend meme
24. The Brain/Julia (Animaniacs 2020)
25. Veronica Sawyer/JD (Heathers)
26. Sterek, Teen Wolf
27. Jonathan Sims/Elias Bouchard, The Magnus Archives
28. Fyodor and Nikolai, Bungo Stray Dogs
29. Beatrice and Battler, Beabato, from "Umineko”
30. Father Paul/Riley Flynn; Midnight Mass
31. Edward Teach/Izzy Hands; Our Flag Means Death;
32. Misa Amane and Light Yagami - Death Note
33. Batman/Joker
34. Mark Hoffman/Peter Strahm
35. Cesare Borgia/Lucrezia Borgia - The Borgias
36. Dean/Sam Winchester from Supernatural
37. will graham/hannibal lecter (hannigram) from nbc hannibal
38. Vegas/Pete (Kinnporsche: The Series)
39. Hitori Uzune and Nanaki Kazuaki from Hatoful Boyfriends.
40. Lanze/Bluepool and Anan from Beauty and the Beasts
41. Blade and Dan Heng from Honkai Star Rail
42. Spuffy
43. Elisabeth and Der Tod, Elisabeth
44. Isaac and Finn, I’m Dating a Psychopath
45. Lenore and Annabelle, Nevermore
46. Estelle and Khalid, From a Knight to a Lady
47. Layla and Matthias, Cry or Better Yet Beg
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My media this week (24-30 Mar 2024)
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
😊 Murder at the Island Hotel (Miss Underhay Mystery #15) (Helena Dixon, author; Karen Cass, narrator) - Kitty & Alice go to an island hotel to certify it for the local hotel owners assn & of course murder happens.
😍 Operation: Gros Michel (SquadOfCats) - 358K, stucky recovery fic - incredible, phenomenal fic - really digging in to trauma & recovery but in a way that doesn't feel too heavy/dark for very long - Steve's POV so we see his healing & recovery, and his finding purpose again. Amazing OCs. Plus a lot of really, really yummy sexy times. Reminds you that hope is an action, hope is hard, and hope has many manifestations of being. also makes you love Florida at least a little bit.
😊 Where The Inevitable Isn't (Survivah) - 41K, sterek, alternate dimension AU - enjoyable dimension hopping fic with Stiles Prime portaling to a more dystopic/gritty dimension where he & D are super together. I really liked the aspect that they could ping pong back & forth between dimensions, it wasn't just a one-time thing
💖💖 +121K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
Deep Sea Diving (AidaRonan) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 5K - forever fave, comfort read
The Salt is All the Same (the_deep_magic) - The Eagle of the Ninth: Marcus/Esca, 23K - a really good omegaverse AU
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
D20: Adventuring Party - s2, e1-2 [Pirates of Leviathan]
Game Changer - s6, e4
Um, Actually - s9, e3
D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Baron's Game" (s21, e12)
D20: Adventuring Party - "Big Clue Energy" (s16, e12)
D20: Mice & Murder - "It Was a Dark and Stormy Night" (s9, e1)
D20: Mice & Murder - "A Scandal in Britannia" (s9, e2)
D20: Mice & Murder - "A Time For Clues" (s9, e3)
D20: Adventuring Party - s4, e1-3 [Mice & Murder]
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
The Allusionist - 191. Hypochondria
Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #3: The Charter
Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #4: In the Drink
Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep3 "The Charter" and ep4 "In the Drink"
Imaginary Worlds - Doctor Who's Power of Regeneration
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Vent Haven Museum
Pop Culture Happy Hour - Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire
Short Wave - What's It Like To Live In Space? One Astronaut Says It Changes Her Dreams
WikiHole - Battle of the Bay (with Moshe Kasher, Guy Branum and Grace Kuhlenschmidt)
Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #5: Water, Water Everywhere
Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep5 "Water, Water Everywhere"
Pop Culture Happy Hour - Quiet On Set: The Dark Side Of Kids TV
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Ganvie Lake Village
⭐ Death, Sex & Money - The Very Hot Marriage of Niecy Nash and Jessica Betts
Vibe Check - Welcome to the Chaos
Ologies with Alie Ward - Disgustology (REPULSION TO GROSS STUFF) with Paul Rozin
Code Switch - Who does language belong to? A fight over the Lakota Language
99% Invisible #575 - Autism Pleasantville
Wiser Than Me with Julia Louis-Dreyfus - Julia Gets Wise with Sally Field
Fansplaining - Episode 219: Tropefest Speedrun
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - A Journey Around the World with Sebastian Modak
Shedunnit - Bonus: Thoughts on Spoilers
I Said No Gifts! - Harvey Guillén Disobeys Bridger
Imaginary Worlds- Class of '84: Rise of The Villains
Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #6: Fresh Fish
Pop Culture Happy Hour - Godzilla x Kong, Godzilla Minus One And What's Making Us Happy
Dear Prudence - My Partner Sticks Her Finger in Food to Taste Test It. Help!
Endless Thread - Shaq Time: Is Shaq OK?
Smart Podcast, Trashy Books - 608. Women as Shields and Scapegoats: Talking Kate Middleton with Melissa Blue
Consider This from NPR - A new biopic on Shirley Chisolm fills in the picture on a woman who broke barriers
Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep6 "Fresh Fish"
You're Dead to Me - Mozart
I Said No Gifts! - "Weird Al" Yankovic Disobeys Bridger
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
Chappell Roan
Disco 2024
Presenting Rob Zombie
Metal Radio • Pump-up
COWBOY CARTER [Beyoncé] {2024}
#sunday reading recap#bookgeekgrrl's reading habits#bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks#fanfic ftw#dropout tv#d20#dimension 20#mice & murder#truly loving m&m so far#but i have been annoyed (slightly) & amused (mostly) by the fact that it's set in 1905#and yet has been referred to as both 'regency' and 'victorian'#i love these comedians but no one knows how time or history work#it's truly irrelevant tho bc they are telling such a fun story#rob zombie#chappell roan#beyoncé#death‚ sex & money podcast#99% invisible podcast#imaginary worlds podcast#worlds beyond number podcast#worlds beyond number: fireside podcast#vibe check podcast#code switch podcast#endless thread podcast#pop culture happy hour podcast#shedunnit podcast#wikihole podcast#you're dead to me podcast#the atlas obscura podcast#wiser than me podcast
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