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bravenew-what · 1 year

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My Life For One More Day

Pairing: Andi Deris x OC

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: this is the official first installment of my series of fics with Andi!! The story goes by the same name, and I’ll keep posting in order from here. As soon as I get my personal computer fixed, proper cuts will be inserted to the fic. As always, special thanks to @anotherhitandrun for always being my biggest cheerleader, my best friend, my rock, and my favorite person. ❤️

Tagging: @wonderous-lawnmower @wish-i-could-fly-like-superman (no pressure at all, just tagging in case you’re curious!)

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Marie huffed and sat herself down on the front stairs of her family home, wincing at the thought of leaving her mother to deal with her upset grandson alone. When Marie had tried to put Isaac to bed that night, he couldn’t bear to have her leave his side. Between his screams and cries for her and her mother shrugging it off and handling it herself, Marie felt as if she had failed that day. Work was going to be nothing but a headache.

She trudged along the well worn path to the La Selva, the resort bar that she worked in the evenings to support herself, her mother, and Isaac. The mile walk was peaceful and always easy for her to complete, but tonight, she felt like curling up on one of the benches and putting her head down.

As she got to work, she tossed her purse down under the counter and perched herself up on her barstool that she kept behind the counter for herself. Marie scanned the bar, making note of anything that might have been out of place. She folded her arms and crossed her legs tightly, letting the tension build up as much as she could before releasing it all over again. It was just going to be another night.

“Sweet Maria!!”

Marie groaned loudly as Anya strolled into the bar with a sing-song voice.

“I told you to stop calling me that!!”

Anya blew her a kiss and waltzed over to clock in. “How’s the little man today?”

Marie huffed. “He screamed the entire time I tried to put him to bed tonight. I was ready to call off and stay but mom insisted she do it and I go.”

“Just not the night for him?”

Marie shook her head. She leaned her arm against the counter and propped her head on her hand. “No. And I feel so bad because nothing I did worked. Even the things that always do.”

Anya tilted her head to meet her gaze. “Hey. You do everything for them. Mom can take over.”

Marie huffed and leaned her head down on the counter. “She doesn’t have to.”

Anya kicked the stool she was sitting on. “Let your mom help more. Keep her busy too.”

She shrugged. “Mama says she doesn’t mind, but some days I can see she’s just so tired.

“She’d do anything for you.”

“Yeah, and sometimes that scares me.”

Anya hummed in agreement.

“Think we’re in for an interesting night?” Marie changed the topic of discussion.

“Maybe one of us will get laid this week.”

“Maybe it’ll finally be me.” Marie rolled her eyes knowingly.

“You damn whore!”

Anya gasped and snickered, hightailing it away from Marie’s playful slap as the latter stood up to chase after her. “Pendeja!!”

“I love you!!”

Marie shook her head in return. She loved her too, she really did. Even when the cheerfulness was nauseating.

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The night started off without a hitch for the both of them. Marie knew how to work smart and quick, and she and Anya had an unspoken language that kept things rolling as smoothly as possible, so long as no patrons were arguing about significant others, or with them.

Marie noticed out of the corner of her eye, a group of five men enter the bar. They clearly were not from there, meaning someone was going to drink the other under the table. She sighed and carried on until Anya rushed back to the table with an “oh shit” look on her face that couldn’t be ignored.

“If you’re ever actually serious about sleeping around again, you’ve got company.”

Marie raised an eyebrow. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“He’s got on pants only a rockstar would wear. You might want to give it a shot.”

Marie turned her head only to be yanked back to Anya’s gaze forcefully.

“Don’t be obvious!”

“I’m not being obvious, I’m doing my job!” Marie snipped back at Anya, who shook her head.

“Darling, it’s already bad.”

Marie cocked her head as Anya shot her a knowing gaze and walked off. She looked up and across the bar to the group that had just come in and laid eyes on the man in question

Anya was right. A blond haired man was staring hard. Marie rolled her shoulders back as she met his gaze, which was frozen in fear. At least she thought it was fear. She felt a little bad for how startled he looked, he was sure to be mocked by his friends, whom she noticed had the large tray of drinks that she had just made. Marie gave her own small smile in return and the man blinked quickly as if he didn’t realize he had been staring. He returned the smile nervously, but with genuine interest before turning back to his group of friends.

Marie tried to listen to the group. They weren’t speaking Spanish or English, the two most common languages to hear in the bar. Not French. Not a Nordic Language. German? Danish? Dutch? She wasn’t sure. The man that had been staring at her had caught a few glimpses of Marie, but didn’t say much as he focused on her and his cigar. Marie admittedly enjoyed the attention.

His blond hair and blue eyes stood out from the rest of his friends, all of which had long hair like he. Marie sensed a good nature from him. Something genuine. If she hadn’t been as busy as she was she would have attempted to strike up a conversation with the group. Maybe he wanted to say something, but couldn’t. Was there a language barrier?

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Hours later, and many drinks later, one of the members of the party came up to approach Marie at the bar, not the one she anticipated speaking to, but kind mannered and attractive nonetheless.

“I’ve been here to this island quite a few times, but not to this quite lovely place.”

“I suppose you ran you off places to try?” Marie shrugged the nice comment off.

“Have to explore the whole Canary Islands! And what is your name?”

“I’m Marie.” She planted her arms in a suggestive position in front of him. “And you are?”

“Markus! Pleasure, dear.” He shoved his hand out right in front of her and Marie took it gently with amusement.

“You’re definitely not from here, got it.”

“Now I thought that was obvious!”

Marie giggled. “There’s people from every corner of the world on these islands. It’s quite the jungle.”

Markus nodded and looked around the bar. “I can tell, it’s quite lovely. Been here quite a lot with mates the last couple years. Germany is not exactly an Island Getaway”

Marie snorted and tossed the wash towel down. “I bet that’s the last thing it is. What can I grab for you then, Markus?”

He gestured to the Guinness on tap and Marie nodded, instantly pulling up a pint glass and gesturing to Markus in question.

“Now don’t cheap me out and overdo the top!” He jokingly warned.

She mockingly gasped. “I could never do that to you!” To which Markus erupted in laughter. As she poured his drink, Marie blatantly stared the man that had been gawking at her down, causing him to startle and dart his eyes away as subtly as possible.

“…. Is your friend okay?”

“Oh don’t mind him, it’s quite normal for him, actually.” He waved her off and took the pint from her.

Marie slowly side-eyed Markus as she handed him his beer.

“Normal?”

She had seen dumbstruck men walk into the bar before, but he looked genuinely nervous and sincere. He hadn’t spoken much prior to Markus approaching the bar, just chewed on his dwindling cigar.

She quickly turned her back to him and grabbed a nearly empty tequila bottle and sloshed the rest into a tall shotglass, sliding it to him while keeping her eyes on the blond man.

“Then tell him this one is on me.”

Markus laughed aloud before yelling something out in German back to his table. The blond haired man snapped back something much more impolite, causing Marie to stifle a laugh as she continued to dry and return glasses. He looked back to her as Markus nearly tossed the shot down in front of him before sitting down with his own. Marie raised her eyebrows as he reluctantly downed the shot, but with ease. The man raised the empty glass in a brief toast before turning back to Markus and his other friends. Marie smiled sheepishly as she went back to cleaning glasses.

There was no question at all at how attractive he was, the steely shine of his eyes lit up the bar brighter than any of the cheap lighting, and it was the one thing she couldn’t look away from tonight. His bangs were mussed every time he brushed them away or blew them out of his eyes and Marie enjoyed watching him sit back and easily chat with his friends in between his stares. In her years of interpreting the body language of patrons, she had never seen a man so earnest in the way he had been gazing at her. She should have felt uncomfortable, but she secretly hoped he would come to the bar instead.

As the night continued to wind down, some of Markus’s friends had departed the bar, leaving just him and the man she’d been sharing gazes with all night. Surely one of them was going to be paying their tab, the amount of beer Anya brought them could have outweighed the entire group. Maybe it was a German thing to have that much at once. As Marie began to go around the room to turn off the lanterns, she heard the two conversing in their native tonge, one sounding more heated than the other, and Marie knew it was because Markus had been teasing his friend. She heard the front door open and shut while another sound of boots clacking on the wood floors made their way towards her.

“We didn’t keep you late, did we?”

“No, of course not. you-“

Marie turned around and saw that she was face to face with the man staring at her the entire night. His gaze had softened immensely, especially when Marie stiffened up and straightened out when she realized how close they were in height.

“There was plenty of time, I just started early.”

“Oh, well….” He sifted through the money for the tab, making sure he had what he needed before thrusting it into Marie’s grasp.

“That’s for you, then. Keep the rest for yourself.”

Marie was taken aback. That rarely happened, especially from those who were not local.

“What’s your name?” Marie’s voice grew quieter, cocking her head to the side as she focused on his face. She could see the blush creeping up on his neck, and it made her feel slightly better that she was beginning to feel the same way.

“Andreas… er.. Andi. Call me Andi.”

Marie chuckled at him.

“Thank you for the shot, by the way…. Marie? Is that your name?”

“Yeah. Of course. Seemed like you needed to feel looser.” Marie shrugged, folding her arms nervously.

“Well, I appreciate the service tonight, Marie.” Andi began to depart the bar with a short wave, but Marie disapproved of the short goodbye.

“Hey!” She called after him, not satisfied with the end of their interaction.

“Will I see you in here again?”

Andi smiled brightly, making Marie’s heart flutter in a way she had never felt before. “Well, since you’re asking…”

#andi deris x oc #andi deris #Helloween fanfiction #Helloween #helloween band #my stories #my life for one more day #long post

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nastya-artist2004 · 2 years

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Monk Doll took the souls of Monk's friends and now goes after his soul.

#art #sonic fan character #sonic oc #monk doll #stella doll #deri doll

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thatbanditqueen · 8 months

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Basic Training Ch 6

Summary: Bess spends a Friday evening with Elvis on base, and gets excited for the party he invited her to the next day. We learn a little more about Bess' family as she gets ready to meet Elvis' friends, however, things do not go as planned.

Warnings: Fingering, dry humping, descriptions of the ever elusive female orgasm (not when Elvis is around....), and discussions of mental illness.

WC: 8.4 K i tried and failed to stick to my 5 - 6 k goal

My writing is very much influenced by the other women I write with, my lovely sister wives @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love @ellie-24 @powerofelvis @peskybedtime and @shakerattlescroll give me suggestions, answer my research queries and help me find the will to live and write. Also, thanks to @ab4eva and @lookingforrainbows for their enthusiasm because honestly yes I thrive on engagement with other Elvis fans.

Special shout out to @whositmcwhatsit from whom I have stolen her characterization of Elvis learning what an OC likes as he pleasures her in bed, changing his voice when he is alone with an OC vs. in front of others, using his thumbs to rub OCs backs.... basically I subscribe to the belief that all art is deriative and collaborative and I pinch things unwittingly from everyone who I read regularly so thank you, and sorry, no, I won't ask for permission. I am a bandit queen after all. But if you have read @whositmcwhatsit's stuff you might find some of my characterizations of Elvis familiar and you should probably go read some of her stuff instead. She also alpha'd this for me and gave me lots of feedback and dialogue/plot ideas. But no Jade, I am already too jealous of your talents to give you co-author credit so stop begging me (in my head).

You can read the previous chapters of this fic about Elvis at Fort Hood in 1958 here

This is the playlist I made for this chapter. Kewl kids do that.

Chapter 6: Guided Missiles

Friday, April 11, 1958

7:07 p.m. on the grounds of Fort Hood, Killeen, TX

Guided missiles, bound to explode

Destroying my heart is your goal

You have succeeded in making me blue

Now I know the enemy is you

The Cufflinks’ “Guided Missiles” played over the radio as Bess navigated her car along the base road, she had just begun to relax her thigh into Elvis’ leg while enjoying how he crooned along into her hair with the song. Then she felt his hand on her inner thigh and bolted upright with a gasp, trying to wiggle him off as she changed gears.

“You are making it hard for me to drive, Tupelo.”

Elvis snickered under his breath, enjoying the way Bess shivered from the way his hand moved her hem up.

“I’m jus’ being helpful, Moo Moo, this skirt’s so goddamn tight, don’t know how you can change gears.”

Bess shook her head as she pulled into the PX parking lot, sliding his hand out of her legs.

“Well, aren’t you chivalrous?”

“Zat’s me, baby.” Elvis’ lips were nibbling her ear. “I’d open your door any day.” Somehow his hand was back between her legs and she gasped when it feathered over her panties.

“My door,” she pushed him off and put the car in park, “is just fine where it is, soldier.”

He grinned at her, and the way he looked down, biting his lip, was so naughty it made Bess tense with longing. She instantly regretted coming here with him, blushing when his eyes met hers, his fingers now caressing her elbow. Their soft touch did not feel any more innocent on her arm than they had on her thigh and she coughed nervously.

“Um, uh, alright, fork it over.”

He arched an eyebrow at her.

“What?“

“You were the one who wanted candy.”

“Bess, I’m not able to carry my wallet during field exercises, an’ I came to meet’cha straight after.”

Bess rubbed his knee playfully and waggled her lips.

“Hmm, Mr. Chivalrous, indeed. Ok, guess I can spring for some Reese’s -”

“Get a bunch, and a few Pepsi colas?”

Bess couldn’t even summon one sarcastic smart aleck retort, her mind was dulled by the way his cheeks lifted up in a boyish excitement. It made her want to grab his face and cover him with a thousand kisses. Instead, she nodded dumbly and managed to make her way out of the car intact, pulling down her skirt. If she tried focusing really hard she was able to walk upright into the commissary.

Once she was a few feet inside, away from Elvis’ hands, her wits returned and, in a matter of minutes, she was at the soda fountain asking the girl behind the counter to add a few more peanut butter cups to her paper bag.

Walking back out of the shop, Bess folded the top of the bag over itself a few times, enjoying the feel of the sharp crisp edge under her hand. She smiled to herself, thinking of Elvis’ silly grin as he conspiratorially looked around after dinner and whispered in her ear that he was in the mood for something sweet.

Studying Elvis over the last two weeks, Bess found he was not at all what she had expected. He was smart and funny, yet also childlike and sweet and simple. His face greeted her with the same genuine excitement every evening when she met him at the bottom of their dirty, dingy back stairwell. He had asked her to bring the same meal the last three nights in a row, homemade meatloaf on challah bread. And he was content to do the same thing every night: drive around listening to the radio and necking in her car. This trip to PX was the first time they had deviated from their familiar routine and gone anywhere remotely public together.

“So, this is how movie stars indulge in the finer th -”

Bess stopped talking as she sat down and realized Elvis was not in her car. Peering around the parking lot, she saw his side profile a few cars over, sitting between two girls in the back seat of a white Buick. Two giggling girls. Two very pretty, young giggling girls.

Bristling, Bess took a deep breath and calmly placed the candy next to her, then calmly pulled the handle and then calmly but forcefully slammed her door with a bang. She saw one of the girls look over, a blonde, but Elvis remained lost in conversation, laughing at something the brunette had said.

Bess wondered if he was even aware she had returned to the car. Not sure what to do, she settled on acting nonchalant and proceeded to fix her lipstick in the rearview mirror, trying to conceal how hard she was straining to hear what they said.

“Course I do, honey, scout’s honor. Yes, that’s right, 16 cars. Well now, what’s the point of making money if you can’t spend it? Wait a minute, huh, now, actually, it’s 15, I just gave my Messerschmitt to my tailor.”

She couldn’t make out the girls' muffled, breathy voices, just Elvis’, which was, for some reason, deeper and much more pronounced now that he had an audience.

“Oh, well now, most people ain’t heard a it, but it’s a German car, a small ‘un, rides on three wheels and goes real fast, boy, real fast, on account of how light it is. Feel like you’re racing in a bubble.” He whistled a high note. “Whooeee, goes right past all the suckers in their regular cars. But, well, heck, I hardly got to drive it, though, so naw, I don’ miss it. I was away so much, when the guy who makes my suits wouldn’t shut up ‘bout it, I finally told him, I said, ‘Bernie,’ I said, ‘Ya can have my Messer but you have to let me pick out ev’ry thing I want in ya store here. Today’… Yeah, it was a good deal, man, I cleaned him out.”

Bess rolled her eyes and sat there waiting while Elvis chuckled and answered more questions from the girls. Then, ever the chivalrous, attentive gentleman, asked them about themselves, wondering where they went to school, what they did for fun, and whether they had any boyfriends

“Don’ lie now.” She heard his voice get flirty. “I don’t believe it, pretty girls like you? I bet you’re breaking all the guys' hearts here.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” one asked him, and Elvis laughed.

“Nah, no one special. See, I'm so busy, and I’m always on the move, it wouldn’t be fair to any gal to for me try and settle down now, ‘specially now I’m off to Germany. I’m just playin’ the field. Why, are you asking me out? Honey, ain’t fair to tease me like that.”

Elvis sat and talked with them for ten more minutes or so, but Bess was only half listening. His words about how he didn’t have a special girl played over again in her mind. Bess started eating the peanut cups impatiently as the idea of how insignificant she was to Elvis snowballed in her mind. She was just a girl he met during basic training, one of the many girls whose car he felt he could just walk up to and sit in. One of, what, hundreds he had probably kissed in dark corridors, movie theaters, recording studios, cars, motel rooms? Completely interchangeable with any other girl. Completely interchangeable with these silly, stupid girls he was flirting with while she waited.

What the fuck was she doing with her life? Baking bread and meatloaf and packing a picnic dinner to schlep on base every night? Curling her hair before bed and waking up early so she could take extra care to look nice? While he treated her like a pathetic doormat he could send off to buy him candy and then keep waiting for what now, twenty minutes? Bess had half a mind to drive off, and the only thing that stopped her was her pride. She would not let him know that he had upset her, she was not going to have a tantrum like a child.

The peanut butter and chocolate had hardly begun to melt when Bess threw another candy in her mouth and told herself she was being silly. Those girls had probably called him over, everyone in Killeen was on Elvis alert, and he was probably just being polite and humoring them. She ate some more of the candy and felt a little better, telling herself it was harmless. And what, she expected him to spill his guts about his love life with two kids? And so what if it was true? She knew he had other girlfriends, she’d seen pictures of him out around town with stars like Natalie Wood, Yvonne Lime, and Anita Wood in the movie magazines. Elvis' playboy lifestyle hadn’t seemed to matter this morning, because she knew they were just having fun. She was having fun, she reminded herself again, and she shouldn’t get worked up.

But it was ten more minutes before Elvis said his goodbyes, and Bess’ ire rose again as he lingered over their car window, making them promise to meet him at the base movie theater next week.

“What about you, Moo Moo, you like Danny Kaye?”

Bess looked at him coolly as he got into her car, then back at the windshield as she shifted the car into reverse.

“Sounds like you’ve already secured companions, one for each side.” She elbowed him off as he leaned to put his arm around her.

“I reckon you’re right.” He attempted to put his hand where it had been before, lightly trailing his fingers over the back of her neck. “Guess I’ll just have to put you on my lap,” he hummed in her ear, grabbing the bag of candy as Bess navigated the car out of the parking lot.

She could tell he was joking around with her, but she scooted away from him nonetheless, sitting up straight and rigid as she drove, the bitter taste of his indifference still fresh on her tongue despite the half dozen chocolates she’d eaten in the last ten minutes.

“What happened to the Reese’s?” Elvis’ voice trailed off as he popped the last one in his mouth, and he took a longer look at Bess’ stiff stance.

“Oh, I didn’t think you were interested in them anymore.”

Elvis sucked on the candy and grabbed a bottle of Pepsi from the six pack below his feet, opening the cap with a pop.

“You cheesed off ‘bout them girls back there?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s a free world, you can go around speaking to whomever you like.”

Elvis sipped his Pepsi, looking sideways at Bess.

“Huh, so you hugging that steering wheel like you tryin’ to marry it for no reason, then, huh?”

Bess glanced over, her terse expression breaking. “Well, it doesn’t feel particularly good to be left twiddling my thumbs for thirty minutes.”

Taking another swig of his Pepsi, Elvis began to message the base of Bess’ neck.

“Aw, hell, honey, I didn’t even realize I was over there that long.” His fingers massaged the base of her neck. “Time got away from me, now that’s the god’s honest truth.”

Bess grunted as Elvis' thumb rubbed slowly over her shoulder blade, moving to her waist to pull her towards him.

“Hey now.” He kissed the top of her head, and Bess could feel her anger dissipating. “Scoot in here, let me show you how I feel ‘bout you, Moo Moo. Those girls don’ mean nothing.” He squeezed her waist.

“Seemed like something,” Bess whined, hating herself the minute the words left her mouth, she sounded needy and pitiful.

“Aw, Moo Moo, don’t be like that. I spend my days driving ‘round in tanks with forty other men. When those lil gals called me over, almost felt like my old life again. I love my fans, honey, but that’s all they are. Ain’t special to me like you are.”

“Hmmmm.” She could feel herself giving in as his thumb worked its slow, rhythmic magic in circles at her waist. His thumb's movements made all her blood rush to her core, and a throbbing need mingled with the anger in her chest. He sensed her mood shifting and kissed her neck as she drove.

“Always so jealous, Bessie baby, might start to think you like me.”

Bess sighed out as he pulled her towards him tighter.

“You’re wrong, Elvis Presley,” she murmured halfheartedly. “I am just bored, passing time ‘til I get out of this hell hole. You could go off with a car full of girls and it wouldn’t bother me.”

His hand was at the side of her head, pulling her into his shoulder, stroking her hair.

“You’re so pretty when you get all riled up, Moo Moo, your cheeks get so red. It’s how I imagine you’d be -“ He paused, his voice was tender and babyish now, even as he spoke with an impish smirk, giggling at his own innuendo. “ - after chasing me down in that car fulla girls.”

Bess sat up, slapping his hand off her, no longer really mad about the girls, just his teasing. Elvis' arms were around her again in a flash, and he kissed her cheek.

“I’m jus’ teasin’, honey. Now come on, be a good lil girl and find us a nice place to park.”

He turned the radio on, tapping once he found a station playing a song he liked, and waggling his eyebrows at Bess as he began to sing with The Clovers to “Blue Velvet.”

Bess shook her head to herself, enjoying how the night air cooled her warm, red cheeks. She had sworn that once he got back in the car, she would drop him off and not let Elvis charm her into spending the rest of the night with him. But here, now, she knew she was a goner. Her body betrayed her and the need to feel his lips on hers, as soon as possible, overrode any sense of pride or logic. She drove her blue Ford into the first dark alley she found among the armory buildings.

Awkwardly smoothing down her blouse, Bess tried not to seem excited or in a hurry as she sighed nervously and watched Elvis tilt his head toward the back seat. They wordlessly got out, and she stumbled into her open door. It was pitch black, the air was thick with anticipation, and Bess trembled as she edged along the leather. After two weeks, she still got nervous alone in the car with Elvis.

His lip hung down as he moved over and he caught her knee, lightly trailing over it before pulling her legs onto his lap. His eyes followed his fingers as they moved up her leg, sucking in his breath. Each night, without fail, his face would fill with awe when they began to fool around. He always looked like he had never touched a girl before, like she was the first woman he had ever met. Just the slightest caress seemed to light a fire in his eyes, and he slowly, reverently removed her shoes, one by one, swirling his fingers over each ankle.

They had left the radio playing, it was a doo wop program and the slow beat of a bass guitar thrummed in Bess’ ears as Elvis’ index finger begin to roll back and forth at the edge of her skirt. His eyes met hers, looking her up and down as he sighed.

“Hey there, lil Moo Moo.” A goofy smile spread under his half-lidded eyes, and he bit his lip, looking as though he had just unearthed a secret. His hand was now on her knee, and a charged tremor flared up the back of her calves. “I’m crazy ‘bout you, honey. I need you to know it.”

The longing in his voice made Bess want to wrap her legs around Elvis’ waist and pull him on top of her. Draw him as close as possible, flip over and crush him into the leather seat, getting as close as she possibly could until the car shook with the sounds of their love making. Instead, Bess took a deep breath and tried to embody an appealing, modest restraint.

“I’m sorry, Elvis, sorry for giving you a hard time. And for eating all the chocolates.”

He leaned over her, and his warm breath hit her ear as he whispered.

“I know baby, s’ok. I forgive you. You gonna be a good lil girl from now on?”

“Mmmhmmm.” She answered in her own babying voice, not questioning where that affect came from or why she suddenly seemed to find their childish repartee so enticing.

Elvis’ lips brushed over her neck, followed by a succession of kisses that started out soft and slow and then gradually became deeper. Bess fell down onto the white leather seat, her breaths loud and shallow as she unbuttoned his work coat, lifting her bottom to help Elvis as he pulled her nylons off. She laughed when they got tangled and he had to turn and look at what he was doing, swearing as he threw them to the ground.

“Damn mosquito netting. Where were we?”

Bess cupped his cheek, bringing him back to her lips.

“Here.” She swallowed into his smug expression while his right hand moved up her thigh, teasing her over her panties before he smiled wider at the way she rolled her hips to welcome his touch. He dragged his knuckles delicately over her center and Bess felt a bulge growing against her knee when Elvis looked down where his hand was.

“Man oh man.”

He raised his eyebrow as his fingers slipped inside her and she responded with an upward thrust, turning her face into his left arm at the sensation. Elvis kissed her check, gliding his fingers further into her, slowly probing her delicately and lingering over her bundle of nerves, repeating the movements that provoked a response.

Bess tried to remember the last time a man had touched her. This was no impatient swiping on the way to quick sex. Ben had made the effort to please her, though he had always seemed preoccupied, like he was making a grocery list while he muddled along with his fingers. She had had to do a lot of work twisting and turning to get the angle right. Elvis was right there, absorbing every twitch, every gasp, every clench as she pivoted his fingers toward what she liked. No one had ever touched her like this and it felt so satisfying that Bess couldn’t stop herself from grabbing him as she moaned out. Her hands were on his back, through his hair, in his mouth while he watched with concentration, his lips opening and closing with a gasp as she moved her knee back and forth over his groin.

“You are so soft, Moo Moo.” He brought his fingers out momentarily and Bess’ jaw dropped as she watched him suck on his index and forefinger, covering them in his saliva and grinning as he brought his hand back to slide easily inside her. “Sweet, too, baby, sweetest girl I ever met.”

Bess blushed, deeper, harder, redder than ever, and buried her head into Elvis' forearm. It was almost too much, to feel Elvis’ finger rolling over her slick nub, slow and steady, like he was canoeing them intently down a lazy river, strumming her like a banjo. Each stroke brought her closer to home, and a warm tingling sensation hummed up to her throat and made her moan out a guttural melody just for him. His eyes never left hers, and his chest pushed harder and harder into her with each exhale. It was the most intimate, vulnerable and intense experience Bess had ever had. She felt him grind harder against her knee, breaking their eye contact to drop his forehead on to hers with a loud groan.

Their bodies shifted back and forth together and the car swelled with the sound of their savage breathing. The smell of aftershave, Chanel No. 5 talcum powder, tank grease and sweat filled Bess’ nostrils, and heightened the aching, sparking heat in her chest. She pulled Elvis to her, meeting his lips as he stroked her until the bow broke and waves of electricity vibrated through her body. She cried to heaven above and hell below, drowning out the sound of the music playing on the radio, the sound of the car seat heaving up and down, the sound of Elvis’ chuckles as he held her, looking down at her with wide puppy dog eyes full of satisfaction and appreciation. As if she had been the one pleasing him.

Bess realized how much she had satisfied him when she noticed a wet, gooey stain on his pants as she lay in Elvis’ arms, nuzzling her forehead against his chest. She palmed her hand over it, smiling up at him.

“Maybe I should keep an extra uniform in my car for you?”

He played with her hair, grinning into her eyes.

“Nah, it’ll dry. Sides, it’s dark, no one will know what we been up to.” He took a deep breath, another chortle escaped his lips. “S’nice a you to offer, though. Guess I know what I have to do to get you to be a nice lil girl for me.”

“Hush.” Bess hit him, but she couldn’t help but sigh affectionately. “Though, gee whiz, Elvis. I never felt like that before.”

“Aw, there she is, there’s a good lil Moo Moo.” He kissed her head. “Why, she’s the sweetest lil Moo cow in the whole wide world. Gotta take care a my Moo Moo, cuz she takes such good care me.”

All Bess could do was sink into him further, allowing his babyish voice to lull her into a calm, relaxed state. She started playing with the lining of his undershirt, asking him about their plans to be together over the weekend.

In her more reserved moments, Bess stopped herself from prodding Elvis for future plans because she did not want to seem needy or anxious or too invested. She left it to him. She didn’t want to give him the power of knowing how much she liked him. This tryst was temporary, she knew how this worked: he would go on leave back to Memphis, and then, before she knew it he’d be off to Germany.

But when she was with him, in his embrace, all of her worries seemed to dissolve. Bess didn’t think about her mother’s troubles, her father’s expectations, how Ben had broken her heart or anything upsetting. Here, in the cozy afterglow of loving making, she felt completely at ease and her subconscious snuck out, seeking opportunities to be with him as much as possible. Her hand smoothed over his shirt as she looked up at him with a breezy, carefree grin.

“Want me to pick you up tomorrow?”

“Nah, honey, my friend has my new white Caddy, so I’ll be coming’ round to pick you up from now on.”

“What time d’you think you’ll come by?”

“Don know, ‘zactly, but I’ll call you. Reckon it’ll be after 5, most likely.”

“I should write down my number.” She started to sit up, but Elvis held her tight and kissed her nose.

“Nah, Moo Moo, jus’ tell me, I’ll ‘member it.”

Bess squinted up incredulously, but soon he was repeating it back to her, tickling her and telling her to be a good girl and trust him.

“I got it, locked down up here, baby.” He pointed to his head, and Bess shrugged, sitting up and swaying to the sounds of the song “Devil or Angel.”

“Aw, I love this song.”

Elvis followed suit, joining her upright on the bench seat and grinning as he tucked in his shirt and straightened his tie as he sang along. Bess smiled inwardly at his silly, melodramatic expression, he was clearly trying to impress her. She grinned wider when she realized that they were on opposite sides of the seat from when they had first moved back there, and she smooshed into him with a light kiss. He returned it, and they started to paw at each other again, tongues meeting and gently exploring each other until Bess pushed off, trying to be sensible and move them out of the car.

“You better go, Tupelo.”

Elvis followed her, kissing the knuckles over her hand as they said their goodnights against her car, hips pushing up against hips.

“Always takin’ such good care a me, Moo Moo. I jus’ know. God sent you to take care of me. Wish I could just stay with you always. I hate to leave.” He murmured, pouting. “I don know how I’m gonna make it through the night without you, baby. Gonna be dreamin’ ‘bout you.” His lip curled up at the left side. “And how sweet ya taste.”

Elvis dodged her had as she tried to hit his arm. “Tomorrow can’t come soon enough, Moo Moo. Mmhhmmm, better have that sweet lil honey pot all dressed up and ready for a party. Wanna show you off to my friends.”

Bess blushed and waved him away, though she couldn’t stop herself from rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet from excitement. This last week she had felt like a phoenix, rising from the ashes of last summer’s devastating heartbreak and all the self destructive behavior that had followed.

Being with Elvis was a restorative tonic, and she couldn’t wait to spend the night with him Saturday. It meant something that he invited her to meet his friends; it was an acknowledgment, a validation, a way of telling her that he didn’t just see her as someone to fool around with in a dark car. It meant that he really liked her. That she really was special to him.

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Saturday, April 12, 1958

9:47 a.m. The Schwartz Residence

The house smelled like spiced ginger. It was one of those days when Mama had risen at dawn and baked enough food to feed the entire base. There were loaves of ginger bread, banana bread, rugelach, oatmeal cookies and some sort of roast was slowly cooking in the oven. Their kitchen had always been the heart of Bess’ family, not only was it where she learned to cook at her mother’s apron strings, but it is also where Mama taught her to draw, read and knit. Papa had taught her and Kay German by only speaking German to them in the house until they were fluent. However, it was at the kitchen table with Mama where Bess perfected her German. This was where Mama had helped her with her German homework and essays. With all of her work, with all of her problems.

Mama’s parents were second generation German Jews, and before she met Papa, Mama had played piano in Zayde’s Brooklyn vaudeville theatre, where all six kids in Mama’s family had eventually gone to work. Papa enjoyed regaling his daughters with the story of how he had met a dark, beautiful woman on the Coney Island midway who had captured his heart when she helped him buy tickets after no one understand his broken English. She had spoken to him in German, and it was the first time he’d felt welcomed and safe in America. Two weeks later he had asked her to marry him. Mama had thrown herself into domestic life after the wedding, and then into factory life during the war, always somehow managing to keep things taped together through military moves back and forth across the country.

Bess often wondered when Papa realized how different Mama was from other women, because most of the time, her mental condition was fairly obtuse and could be understood as harmless whimsy. For Bess, it was a mainstay of her childhood.

Mama had always spoken so casually of the hidden meanings she saw in the world, the faeries and demons that spoke to her, that when Bess was little, she had assumed something was wrong with her and waited impatiently for her own visions. It was not until she was twelve, after Mama had dug up the whole back yard one night and chopped off all their electrical wires to stop the demons from tormenting her, that Papa took her and Kay aside and explained that Mama had to go live at a health farm for the summer and Aunt Rachel would be coming from New York to take care of them.

Thus began a long series of stays at different experimental sanitariums and institutions over the last ten years. The most recent had been in November, a month-long stay at a small resort in Eureka Springs Arkansas, and Mama had returned fatter, calmer and filled with zeal about the wonders of natural hot spring bathing. But Mama was still Mama, and the battle for good and evil was still playing out in front of her eyes through the words and whispers and visions that she alone experienced. Bess was grateful that, for whatever reason, the demons had been staying mostly at bay. The faeries, on the other hand, had been quite vocal.

Mama turned as Bess entered the kitchen, and brought her daughter some coffee while she caressed Bess’ cheek with her hand.

“Oh Bessie, you’ve been looking radiant lately. The faeries have been murmuring.” She trailed her fingers over the large curlers in Bess’ hair. “They tell me you have a new beau.”

Bess blushed, responding sheepishly. “No mama, I’m - I’m - just going out tonight. With friends. Where’s Papa?”

“Oh he went fishing with some of the German studies instructors, they took three barrels of beer and a tent, so they might stay at the lake. “

Mama kissed Bess’ forehead and then sipped her own coffee.

“It is going to be a full moon tonight, Bessie. You are positively glowing, my girl. I think the moon goddess wants to have her way with you, you have to be careful. She is a tricky one, she plays with us mere mortals for amusement.”

Bess blushed, thinking of Elvis and her own hopes and desires for the night. A shiver of anticipation went through her body and she giggled, nervously.

“Hmmm, well, we’ll see, Mama, maybe I can outsmart her.”

Mama stood, following as Bess took her coffee and bread to the secretary’s desk in the hall, and winking at her daughter.

“No one can outsmart the mistress of the moon, Bess, she controls the oceans and with it, the waves within us. The water that drums in our ears and thrashes us forward. The current that pulls at our heart. And her power is strongest at the full moon, beware her riptide.”

Bess watched as her mother turned into the living room with a flourish and then filled the house with Rachmaninoff’s loud, romantic piano music.

Bess couldn’t help going into her evaluative mindset and pondering whether Mama was having a good day, baking and playing the piano, or whether she was hurtling towards a manic episode. She looked at the clock, and decided she would have to wait and see, but she prepared herself to cancel the whole night if need be. Right now, she would go ahead as planned, and called her friend James to beg him for help finalizing her outfit.

“I need a man’s opinion, that’s why.”

“Bess, trust me, whatever dress you wear, Elvis’ only thought is going to be how quickly he can get it off."

“Jameson!” Bess spoke in a hushed murmur as she rocked her chair back against the wall. “I don’t even know what is going to happen, he is an odd duck when it comes to fooling around.” James was silent. “Great, so you’ll be here at 5?”

“Bess, I love you but I am not getting involved. Didn’t you say he’s picking you up at 5?”

“He said he would call after 5, and I’ve been thinking, you should pick me up and drop me off, then I’ll get a cab home or something. I don’t want my folks to know about Elvis -”

“Bess, the General probably already -”

“Just be here at 5, James. I’m going to get my nails done and pick up a few things. Wait, better make it 4:30, just in case - ok? Please? You know I never ask for anything.”

Bess looked at the nails on her right hand, turning them over, trying to banish James’ suggestion that her father probably already knew that she was spending time with Elvis Presley. Yes, he trained officers to gather intelligence, but Papa could be quite blind about their home life. She rocked back and forth on the chair, noticing that her mother’s piano serenade in the living room had moved from Russia to Brooklyn. She was playing Gershwin now.

This is good sign, Bess thought, happy, lighthearted Gershwin was one of Mama’s favorites. Then Bess realized after a few bars that it was “The Man I Love,” and she pursed her lips at her mother’s teasing.

“But you always ask. For everything. ‘James, take me to the dance, James, let’s go out dancing in Austin, James deliver me to Elvis Presley’s motel room - ’ ”

“Stop, you know you love it. Otherwise you’d be bored out of your mind, as you refuse to have a love life of your own.”

“That’s what you think, Schwartz. I have a vast, secret love life that I keep from you.”

Bess grinned. “Good, you can tell me all about it when I see you at 4:30. Make that 4. And if you don’t show, I’ll inform the General that you stood me up!”

Smiling wider at her friend’s groans, Bess hopped up with purpose, thinking that it was time to wash off her facial mask and make a list of all the things she needed to do to get ready by four.

“It’s settled then. James, you’re a dream, see you at 4.”

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Saturday, April 12, 1958

3:58 p.m. The Schwartz Residence

It was Kay who opened the door when James arrived, smart and debonair in his officer’s uniform with his hair coiffed and parted perfectly. Bess bounced down the stairs, beaming wide at James’ high whistle as she twirled around for him.

“Gee Schwartz, I think you might need to drive tonight. That dress just kicked me in the head.”

Bess did a two step in her cocktail dress, trying not to notice the way her sister rolled her eyes as she shut the front door.

“You don’t have to be nice, Captain, you can tell her she needs to wear something more colorful, more over the top, more like what Elvis wears in civilian life. I’ve been telling her all afternoon.”

James tilted his head towards Kay, “So I’m guessing the kid knows.”

Bess shrugged, “Yeah, oy. But thank god Papa took Colonel Zimmermann and some of the new teachers fishing. Mama’s out back painting, she’s been on one today. Baked up a storm, if you want something sweet.”

James shook his head, letting Bess lead the way upstairs. “Your mom is too smart, Bess. So is your pop. I’m happy to be your beard, but if they don’t already know you are dating Elvis Presley, they are gonna get wise sooner or later.”

Kay laughed, “Mama already knows something is up, Bess has been putting way more attention into her appearance this week and coming home late every night. Just today, she curled her hair, then decided to go to the salon and have her hair set anyway. And she tried on about 100 dresses, just so everything’s perfect.” Kay said, in a sing-song voice.

“I’m not dating Elvis, you guys. I’m just spending time with him. And, Kay, I think you are exaggerating. I was having my nails done at the beauty parlor anyway.”

Bess held out her hands for James’ inspection. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction at the dark burgundy color, and she had liked it so much she matched her lipstick to it. There was something about a fresh nail lacquer that always made Bess feel more adult, more confident.

“Let me show you the whole get-up with these low heeled pumps on, though I have some other shoe options.” She slipped on her heels, and twirled around again, as James went to sit on her bed next to Kay. “There, now, James, as a man, what do you really think? Too simple? He said to dress up.”

James looked Bess up and down as Kay snickered, prompting a quick kick to her shin.

“No, it’s perfect Bess. With that neckline? And the way it crisscrosses in the middle, and your hair? You look like Ava Gardner. It’s not too simple, it’s sexy. Sexy as hell. But you need a necklace.”

James stood, and went to Bess’ vanity, pulling out her pearl necklace from her jewelry box, and beckoning her over. He fastened it around her neck from behind, then put in the matching earrings, carefully, before stepping back with a whistle to let Bess look at herself in the mirror.

“There now. You're a goddess. I dare him not to whisk you away and ravage you the moment he sees you. It’s wholesome and it’s sexy all at once.”

Bess smiled and took her friend’s hand, whispering a shy, blushing thank you. They sat up there, listening to records as Bess modeled a few other shoe options and asked whether she should wear gloves. Ultimately, all parties involved agreed gloves were too formal for a motel party.

It was 5:15 when they went back downstairs and settled in the kitchen, sampling some of the rugelach as they waited for Elvis’ call.

By 6:15, they had moved to the living room and Papa’s bar, where Bess made Tom Collins for everyone, which now included Mama and Dickey, who had come by to take Kay out to a drive-in movie.

At 7, Mama began to ask if James and Bess wanted dinner, she was slow cooking a roast for Sunday, but could fry up some cold meatloaf sandwiches.

“No thanks, Mama, we’re just waiting to hear from the friends we’re meeting.” Bess stumbled through a sorry excuse for a story about two friends from high school who had to work later than expected. James gave Bess a supportive look, and after her mother left the living room, reassured her that a number of things could have happened with the drill sergeant overseeing Elvis’ dismissal.

“He could be stuck on KP duty, maybe he got held back because the others played a prank on him. You know how unpredictable those battalion sergeants can be. Let’s relax and turn on the boob tube.”

Bess nodded, made another round of Tom Collins, and settled in to watch Art Linkletter's amateur comedy show, trying very hard not to think about how it was almost 8 p.m.

At 9 James began his campaign to convince Bess something must have kept Elvis on base, and that they should get out of the house. Get burgers at Millie’s Diner or go for a drive out to the Waco Wet Dog.

At 9:30, Bess caved, and ran upstairs to take off her pearls and change into a more casual, purple swing dress. While changing, she began to mull over a secondary plan that was forming in her head, and she carried the entire display case of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups she’d bought with her to James’ car.

“What’s with the candy?” James looked over his shoulder as he careened his car around towards downtown Killeen.

“It’s sort of a joke, I um, I ate all his peanut butter cups the other night. I- I thought it would be a gas if I showed up with an entire case.”

James looked over at Bess, and rubbed her shoulder. “And what, you think we should eat them instead?”

“Well, what if he couldn’t get to a phone? Or got too caught up with his friends or whatever? He was pretty insistent that he wanted to see me tonight. I was thinking...” Bess looked down with a sigh, then back up at James, her eyes dark with determination. “What about just driving by the Star Motel on the way home. What do you think, as a man, how would you feel if I just showed up?”

James could see Bess’ confidence waver, but he couldn’t bear to talk her down, not after everything he had watched he go through over the last year. So he banished his own misgivings and squeezed her hand. “Honey, any man upset to see you walk in would be crazy. But let’s get some grub first, ok?”

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Saturday, April 12, 1958

11:05 p.m. The Star Motel, on the outskirts of Killeen TX towards Waco

The air was cool now, and Bess’ mother had been right, it was a full moon that shone over them, illuminating the farms off in the distance on the road to Waco. The Star Motel was a two-storey building with rooms along the inside and outside that wrapped around a large pool.

Bess sat in the car, stomach churning, suddenly unsure if this was a good idea. They had definitely spotted a new, white Cadillac packed in the back lot with a temporary license plate. Which was both promising and unsettling, because it meant Elvis was probably there but hadn't called her. Bess suddenly wished she hadn't found it, but she was also unable to just slide back and tell James to take her home now that she knew Elvis was probably here.

Adrenaline was coursing through her veins and the cocktails had dulled her inhibitions.There was a giddy, bubbly feeling at the top of her head that egged her on and told her that he had invited her, had been adamant about wanting to see her, “show her off,” telling her she was special to him, that he was crazy about her.

Maybe it was the full moon after all. Whatever it was, every cell in Bess’ body compelled her curiosity and her desire. She had to know, and she needed to feel his touch once more; that voice and that face and those hands that took her away from her difficult, tiresome existence.

Taking a deep breath, she felt almost like a force behind herself was propelling her out of the car, and she only hesitated at the sound of James’ voice.

“Bess, come out and let me know, ok? This place is always crawling with creeps, so if you don’t come out here and give me the old heave ho in the next 15 minutes, I’m going to come find you. I won’t care about locked doors.”

Bess nodded back into the car with a bright, broad smile, and then strode over the grass and into the side corridor of the motel, avoiding the office.

Walking past the first set of rooms, she came to a breezeway and paused, leaning against the decorative, concrete screen in the middle to calm and prepare what she would say to Elvis. She was certain they were a few doors down, she could hear a group of male voices jamming and she perked up, clutching her box of chocolates closer to her bosom at the sound of Elvis’ low voice singing no more than twenty feet away.

That was when she heard heels clicking down the breezeway, and turned to find a small, petite blonde in a pink dress walking towards her with an exaggerated flounce in her hips and an ice bucket resting at her waist. Bess' chest tightened when she recognized Anita Wood from the movie magazine photos. Magazine photos of Anita Wood out on dates around Memphis with her boyfriend Elvis Presley.

Anita flashed Bess a dazzling grin that displayed the whitest, straightest teeth Bess had ever seen. “I swear, I walked all over creation looking for that dag gum ice machine, and you know where it is? Where these rocket scientists thought to themselves, why this is the best place to put it? Up behind the cigarette machine, on the back of it. Completely outta sight. Can you believe that?”

“Um yeah, I mean no, ugh. Idiots, I bet it was cheaper to wire it back there, or something.”

Bess wiped the sides of her eyes, willing herself not to cry, not to linger on how this proved that she was just another girl to Elvis, and definitely not preferable to the gorgeous beauty queen in front of her. Anita’s face fell as she looked up at Bess.

“Oh honey, are you ok? Why, you know you’d just feel better if you just let it all out.” Anita pulled a pink handkerchief with lace trim from her bust, replete with a monogrammed A.W. “Here, now, you can cry with me here, ain’t no one but us chickens.”

“Is it that obvious I'm upset?” Bess tried to chuckle, watching Anita’s face change to a confused frown as she noticed the box of Reese’s.

“Hey - what’s with the candy? Are you meeting someone here?”

Bess shifted, working against those cocktails to think on her feet and also play dumb about the suspicion she saw in Anita’s eyes. “Oh, ha, no. These are for me. I, um, I live here in town with my folks, and I just checked in here because, well, I needed to get away for the night and drown my sorrows in chocolate, if you know what I mean. Just learned my fiancee married another girl he met in Germany. Men, huh? What are they good for?”

Anita stepped forward and rubbed Bess’ shoulder as more tears fell down her cheeks.

“Well, God made men for a reason, sometimes I think it was to test our womanly resolve. Oh honey, I cannot imagine what that would feel like, to have a man wrong you so. Ain’t no dirtier dog than a man who breaks that sacred promise. But I tell you what.” She took the box of Reese’s from Bess' arm. “You cannot sacrifice your figure over a man. Nu huh. No way, Jose. Why, that won’t do nothing to get back at him, it’ll only hurt you and your future prospects. My heart is telling me that I cannot stand by and let you go eat all this candy and feel sorry for yourself, honey. That is the devil whispering in your ear.”

Anita trotted over to the trash can and Bess groaned inwardly as she watched a woman dispose of Elvis’ chocolates for the second time that week. Though she conceded that Anita was right, she didn’t really want to go home and eat them all. Well, she did. But she knew she would regret it.

What could she do, offer them knowingly to Anita to take to her boyfriend? The thought made her smile, which Anita, of course, assumed was a reaction to her kind, Christian gesture. Still holding her ice bucket, Anita patted Bess on her shoulder.

“See, I can tell you’re feeling better already now that the temptation has been removed. We women have to stick together. You should take a nice long bath, it will do wonders, much more healing than candy. Whenever I get upset, I have a good cry, get it all out, then take a nice hot shower.” She winked at Bess, and Bess wondered if Anita did the same things in the shower that Bess did to make herself feel better. Maybe that was why God made showers?

Anita smiled wider as Bess wiped her eyes, and mustered a feeble grin, which encouraged her to continue dispensing advice.

“Yessirree, you’ll feel better once you wash that man right out of your hair and start over again. Pretty girl like you, why, if you lost five pounds, you’d have your pick of the litter.” Bess flinched when Anita pinched her waist playfully, and was lost for words as her heart jumped into her throat with embarrassment at how much thicker she was than the petite blonde. Insecurity clouded her head and she was almost unable to hear the rest of what Anita said.

“Just stay away from big boxes of candy, and other temptations Satan might throw at you. Then, I bet you dollars to doughnuts, that boy will regret his decision. The best revenge is to find someone better and shove it in his face. Make sure to take out a big ole wedding announcement in the paper That'll make you feel much better.”

Anita left Bess with a wink and a parting squeeze to her arm, as Bess murmured a low thank you. She wiped her eyes and gathered her wits, then, when she was sure Anita was gone, she dug the box of chocolate out of the trashcan and tucked the rescued candy under her arm.

Straightening her dress as she sat down in James' car, Bess popped a Reese’s in her mouth and decided on how she would respond to her friend's questions.

“I ran into one of his girlfriends in the hallway.”

“Oh Bess, no, he didn’t! I’ve half a mind to go back and beat that hillbilly senseless.”

Bess shook her head, extending her arm out of the window and dropping Anita’s pink, embroidered handkerchief into a puddle of mud on the side of the road as they drove back to her house.

“Don’t, Elvis did me a favor. He reminded me why I don’t date soldiers.”

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Nikolai

Modris

Mímir

Idris

Zenon

Nour

Cibor

Ademola

Sebastião

Elliott

Tiago

Kravann

Lev

Eetu

Andrei

Corneliu

Fabio

Zero

Valerio

Tomas

Fyfe

Dwi

Jack

Noa

Teo

Nokomis

Pacífico

Cadmel

Eskil

Atheer

Jager

Ziad

Volkan

Eessa

Efe

Ludis

Yuri

Fath

Fedir

Krish

Caio

Lok

Elwyn

Aurang

#no control #todd’s ocs #bugs ocs #admin todd #oc #oc content #ocs #pinned post

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dark-lina · 8 months

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Hello Deries !

I am Dark-Lina and welcome to my blog. I mostly write rp here, but also public my arts/headcanons/fanfictions or stories.

Feel free to interact with me and my muses. Blog is multimuse/multiship/multifandom,

I am to lazy to have separate blogs.

I'm always open to new rp, everyone who want interact are welcome. I am non selective person.

This blog is oc/canon muse friendly too.

(^.^)

1.I only interact with 18+ ( mun:33 muses:over 18) 2.Rp memes are valid all the time. 3.I don't bite, feel free to write to me no matter we are mutuals, no mutuals or you just want to rp .

4.My blog is multiship don't be jealous.

More Info abot muses/rp under the cut:

Morgana/ Morgan / Lu(Entity oc)

Ali / Pyramidgirl/ Jade aka Ghostface

Valeria/Valerian/ Valerian overlord au/ Morticia

Tommy/Azriel/Az/Lucien/Lucy

Dina (tloz oc)

*coming soon*

Roze/Sand/Wild Dancer/Thunder

God of Death/Poison/Victoria

Morr /Les/Vincent/Laura and Victor

Full list here

Valeria and Valerian more info

Valeria and Valeria apartment in studio

Valerian overlord au details

Lucy and her 3 personalities.

Morgana cemetery

Morgan cemetery

Morgana/Morgan info

Morgana Entity Au

Morgana Entity/vampire

Dbd Black Waters of the Fog

part 1/part 2/Part 3

My universe:

Short info:city and vampires

City Between Dimensions

Meeting Lord Victor

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skinnypotato666 · 5 months

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Gift for deryseeq.moree on instagram!!!

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THE EYES ARE HORRIBLE

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Character - Dery

Oc owns deryseeq.moree !!!

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Tagsssss:

#art #night fury #httyd #night fury oc #oc #oc stuff #oc art #ocs

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cappurrccino · 4 months

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awakening, the archwing, stolen dreams, & octavia's anthem for your operator

Awakening: What was their first Warframe?

Based on him being my main, I think my gal's been an Inaros operator since day 1.

The Archwing: Where is your character's favorite place in the Origin System? How often do they travel? What is their favorite form of travel?

Favorite place I think is Cetus. It's just so alive and normal and there's never any real pressure on her to do anything while she's there. There's (usually) no critical missions or people expecting things of her, she can just chill and shop and sit up on a light pole and people watch. She travels fairly often, and I think orbiter travel is her preferred for most things. I imagine it's a little slower than the railjack and is just hers and has all her stuff stashed in it, so it's a comfortable ride.

Stolen Dreams: How would your character feel about working with someone typically considered to be an enemy? Who- or which factions- do they trust the most?

At this point, everything's so fucking topsy-turvy she'll pretty much just roll with it as long as someone she trusts (or has at least worked with once who hasn't tried to kill her) says "hey, this person can be trusted" Corpus are probably highest on her trust list (aside from some of the syndicates) just because of Fortuna, though if Dog Days are considered canon, her thoughts on the Grineer are "well these guys can't be all bad, they host squirt gun battles!"

Octavia's Anthem: What kind of music does your character enjoy? Do they play an instrument or sing?

Her favorite music is 100% Umbra's shawzin playing, both because it's just beautiful music, but it's always a reminder that she's not as alone as she feels and that his soul/personality is still kicking around in his frame, just as strong as ever. She's very slowly learning to play herself, but still greatly prefers to just sit and listen.

#//juri answers #ask games #the warframe oc one #bit late but thamk!!#also as i was writing this out i realized my tags yesterday were wrong and i DO have another warframe oc!#deri! the corpus guy from my ''corpus seige'' fic!

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deryuj · 18 days

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Safe arms, safe hands

A small Astarion/Tav comm

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ninety-pairs-of-socks · 10 months

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SURE;!!!!

HVFJB

OK AUGH LET ME DIG THROUGH MY ENDLESS PILE OF OCS AND DERIATIVES/GINJINKAS

the most recent one yuo rebloged is a geometry dash personlisationd i have many of them how many do you want to draw at the moment

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snarkelf · 1 year

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hey. so. once again, not to be weird at strangers because I don't know how to behave like a human being but. i genuinely love skyrim ocs so so much and if it's cool, can I ask about yours?

HI OMG PLEASE BE WEIRD!!!

So I am constantly making new ones because I have a rotted brain BUT I have a few main ones!!

Aleksandar "Aleks" Blackwolf is my number one Skyrim OC. I think of him as my Canon Dragonborn mostly cuz he's the one I've played and thought about the most. He's a Nord that was born and raised in Bruma, Cyrodiil, but came to Skyrim in search of his younger sister who had run away. He's a werewolf and a battlemage, has very much Chaotic Good vibes, and is definitely a pretty standard Dragonborn kinda figure.

Annika Blackwolf is a thematic opposite in some respects. When she crossed the border to Skyrim she got sucked into crime. Thieves' Guild, Dark Brotherhood, that sort of thing. Unsure if she's my "Canon Listener" or anything cuz I LOVE making Brotherhood OCs. But she definitely has the potential to be the Listener!!

Derigoth is kind of the bridge between both of them. Bosmer, mage/rogue combo. Finds themself in the company of the both of the siblings because of their involvement in the different factions.

Other OCs include Morduri (dunmer mage assassin) and Evelina (nord completionist, do-everything character), they're two of my first Skyrim characters I played that just happened to stick around. There's others too but I haven't thought about them as much (or as much lately).

I'm thinking about if I go through with making a Skyrim OC rp blog it'll be multimuse with the siblings (and maybe Deri? And maybe more???). I'm definitely most invested in their stories.

ANYWAY!! Thanks so much for asking it genuinely means the world to me 🥹🥰

#DJ Rambles #asks #dionsblood #TES #Skyrim #my ocs

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bravenew-what · 1 year

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Perfect Timing

Pairing: Andi Deris x OC

Warnings: mentions of throwing up

Rating: PG

Author’s note: So here’s a little thing that came to mind on my early morning commutes to work! And from this, I have a whole storyline created for Andi and Marie. Marie was a single mom before meeting Andi, and the rest is history. I’ll have that story going soon too!

As always, special thanks to @anotherhitandrun my favorite person in the world. 💕

Tagging: @wonderous-lawnmower @wish-i-could-fly-like-superman (there is no pressure at all to read!)

(I am posting this on mobile cause my personal computer is OOC, so sorry for the lack of a cut)

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“But it’s so dark!”

“Isaac, Turn your flashlight back on!”

Marie facepalmed as the boys contemplated the darkness they could now voluntarily remove themselves from. A thunderstorm had cut the power to the house a few hours earlier, but had returned twenty minutes prior to her stopping her and Andi’s sons from climbing a loft bed in the dark.

“Boys.” Marie flipped on the light without warning and both Hans and Isaac jumped out of their skin as they turned to her. “It’s movie time.”

“What?”

“Remember when I said I would turn on some movies when the power came back on?”

“And we get popcorn?” Isaac immediately dropped his flashlight and ran right up to Marie.

“Yes, my love. I will make popcorn for us.”

“Mamá, can you make your special popcorn?” Hans piped up.

Marie sighed. While she had a steady relationship with his mother, he couldn’t resist every time he referred to her as “mom”, too.

“Get your pajamas on and put the couch back together first.”

Both boys cheered and bolted in two different directions past her. She chuckled and held on to her queasy stomach, slowly making her way towards the kitchen. Marie was thankful that both boys took it easy on her. She usually wasn’t this nervous for Andi’s arrival after he left for periods of time even when she was the one taking care of Hans, but major changes were to happen after he came home.

With their wedding two weeks away, Marie was nervous about making sure each plan was specifically in place and nothing was to come undone at the last minute. But nothing was going to throw a wrench into their plans like the news Marie found out the week after Andi left for a month of press.

She was pregnant. And her morning sickness came with a vengeance.

Watching their boys climb all over the couch while they attempted to arrange the pillows back after making a fort warmed her heart to the core as she waited for the popcorn to finish in the microwave. They spoke to each other as if they had been born brothers, knocked each other around like siblings, and laughed together, sounding better than most music she had heard in the last month. Marie grazed her fingers over her stomach. They would be ecstatic to add another brother or a sister to the family they created.

The microwave beeped, pulling Marie back to reality. She dumped it all into a much larger bowl than necessary so she could add the chocolate and caramel chips to mix in. Both boys scrambled into the kitchen as they smelled the popcorn and huddled as close as possible to Marie, each making attempts to sneak their hands into the chocolate chips.

“No…” She warned.

“But why?” Isaac whined back.

“There’s plenty in here for you, son!” She ran a clean hand through his shoulder-length hair. “Can’t have too much chocolate before Andi gets back.”

“But dad could eat it all!”

She snorted. That wasn’t necessarily untrue, but she was also at fault for the lack of chocolate in the house due to her own cravings. Marie corralled the boys to the living room and Hans popped in the VHS tape for them while Isaac made himself comfortable under her arm. She knew in the back of their head that neither one of them were going to last through a movie, and there was a chance that her and Andi would be hauling them off to bed themselves.

The trio were huddled comfortably on the couch for two hours before she had to get back up to the bathroom and throw up. Through her queasiness, Marie tiptoed out of the grasp of both boys without disturbing their sleep. From there, she walked as fast as she could upstairs before dropping to her knees and throwing up what little she had ate, muffling her coughing like she had done before as to not alert anyone what she had just done. After flushing it away, she sat back on the floor and held her head, willing the nausea to go away again as a few tears of exertion fell. When she contemplated shutting the movie off entirely and going to sleep with the boys, she heard several thumps from downstairs, followed by gasps of surprise and running.

Andi was home.

Marie hauled herself to her feet and quickly sloshed a cup of mouthwash to rinse her mouth out before slowly padding downstairs. Her smile grew bigger as she heard the boys’ cheerful cries of excitement and Andi’s unmistakeable laugh as he dropped the bags he was carrying.

“Thought I heard a commotion down here!” Marie peered around the corner to the front hall to see the greetings.

Isaac ran up to her and tugged on her sleep shirt. “Mom! Hes here!”

“I can see him right there!” Marie giggled to him before looking up to meet Andi,

“Aren’t you going to go hug him?”

Marie and Andi immediately erupted into laughter as Isaac dragged her closer to her fiancé.

“Well, I suppose so.” She gleefully threw her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead to his while Andi’s hands immediately grabbed her hips to pull her in closer, his smile growing as Marie’s heartbeat began to quicken.

“Mi Amor.” Andi greeted her lovingly as Marie pulled him in for a feverish kiss. She had greatly missed the way he tasted of tobacco, smelled of leather, rain, and a hint of sweat. Andi smoothed a hand further up her back and dipped her down, causing Marie to squeal and hold him tighter while Andi snickered and kissed her once more, much to the disgust of the boys.

“I’m so glad you got here safe.” She murmured against his lips.

“Perfect timing, the storm was pissing the whole plane off.” Andi stood her back up and they kept an arm around each other.

“Perfect timing indeed.” She put her head on his shoulder and turned to the boys, who were now actively cringing at their romantic moment.

“And you two, are getting off to it now!”

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Marie was gently jolted awake when she felt a weight on the wrong side of the bed and a hand smoothing her hair around.

“Jesus, what time is it?” She tried to scramble out of bed but Andi steadied her.

“Shh, it’s only 9:30.”

She slowly blinked at him. “That’s too late!”

“Hey.” Andi gently grasped her shoulder.

“I heard you get up many times in the night.”

Marie’s cheeks grew hotter with anxiety.

“Are you sick?”

She blew out a breath quickly. Didn’t give away too much. “I might have eaten something bad. I’m not sure.”

Andi grazed his knuckles over her blanketed knee.

“I feel like you need to stay in bed, missy.”

“But-“

“Ah! Nope.” He gently pushed her back. “You are not lifting a finger today.”

Marie slumped down into her pillow and folded her arms. “I have to get up at some point, you know.”

Andi reached down to cup her cheek and kissed the other. “When you feel ready to. I’ll make a breakfast in the meantime.”

Before Marie could respond Andi was already up and out of their bedroom, shutting the door behind him. She huffed. Maybe another half-hour wouldn’t hurt.

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Another half hour turned into a full hour as she got the rest she truly did need. Andi kept to his word all day long, making sure the boys were listening, cleaning up after themselves, and showered Marie with extra hugs and kisses. She was grateful for the break in having to worry about what to cook for lunch and dinner that night even though she felt slightly guilty for not contributing further. She just had to remind herself that Andi was also doing his job as a parent like any other would.

Post dinner, they had taken the boys outside for fresh air and football, which meant Hans and Isaac took turns in chasing each other around with the ball after 20 minutes. Marie joined them in the backyard after promptly throwing up her dinner out of sight of every one else. She was going to be hungry in a matter of hours again, but she was sure Andi would be all right with it knowing the news she was preparing to break.

When she joined them, Marie quickly dipped her head and placed a quick kiss on his neck, taking satisfaction in the blush that arose on the back of his neck before joining him to watch the boys outside. Andi kissed her cheek and wrapped an arm around her hips. Marie’s skin tingled under his grasp as she considered bringing up the subject burning on her mind. He had to know sooner than later.

“You know… They’d be such good big brothers.” She sighed.

He leaned his head towards her as he listened. “Is that your way of telling me you want another?”

She propped her chin on his shoulder as she wrapped an arm around his waist. Taking another deep sigh, Marie answered his question. “Well, yeah. But I don’t have to ask. I’m already pregnant, Andi.”

His head snapped to look back in an instant.

“Say that again?”

Marie held her breath and his gaze. “I found out just after you left.”

Andi craned his neck towards her as his eyes darted between hers and her stomach repeatedly. “You’re having a baby.”

“Yes!” Marie’s face broke into a nervous smile together as Andi uncrossed his arms.

“Our child together.”

“Yes, Andi!” She laughed incredulously.

Andi took a step back and pressed his hands to his head in thought. Marie crossed her own arms over her chest and when he looked back at her, she tensed up in anticipation of his reaction.

“Marie…”

“Yeah, Andi?”

He scoffed with laughter as his big beautiful smile that stole her heart away every time brightened his face even more than she had seen before.

“Jesus, woman.”

Andi stepped forward and swept Marie into a near bone-crushing hug, laughing as she shrieked in surprise. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he spun her around, squeezing him tightly as he gently realized what he did and sat her back down.

“So… I guess that means you’re all right with it?”

Andi squeezed her shoulders and looked at her seriously. “Darling, we could have ten more and I would be all right with it.”

Marie teared up and reached for him pitifully, the reality of the scenario finally hitting her. Andi cooed as her lip quivered and she buried her face into his neck.

“Hey, come here.” He held her snuggly to him and rubbed her back as she took a shaky breath.

“I’m so happy about this, Marie.”

She smiled and closed her eyes, nodding in agreement with him. They stood in silence for a brief moment before Andi took a deep breath himself.

“Is that my mouthwash?”

She pulled back and shamefully nodded.

“You’re morning sick again.” He put the pieces together in his head.

Marie nodded again. “It’s coming in the evenings, mostly. But it should go away in the coming weeks if it’s like last time.”

Andi tightened his grip “You just tell me what you need. You have me for a long time again.

Marie smiled gratefully and pushed his hair back behind his ears. “Perfect timing for you to be back, then.”

#long post #helloween #Helloween band #Andi Deris #andi deris x oc #Helloween fanfiction #my writing

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