Author has written 16 stories for Romance.
I'm a music JUNKIE, particularly broadway but also Patti LuPone, Reba, Indigo Girls, Taylor Swift, and Michelle Branch.
I'm new to fictionpress, but I've been writing for FFN for several years (Harry Potter, Reba, Sweeney Todd, Musicals/Plays. Lots of romance and mostly f/f pairings). I'll very likely be writing a majority of romance fics and maybe a little bit of angst. But, there may end up being a fairly equal amount of romance and angst. I do have a tendency to add in traces of humor in my romance fics. I don't write a lot of poetry cause I was never really good at it, but I may post a few.
As my icon suggests, I'm LUPWNED. Patti LuPone is God's gift to music and I just ADORE her. (I'm just a little bit in love with the woman. Shame she's 63, straight, and happily married cause... Yea, I'm head over heels in love with her. Ah, well... I can dream. And I do!! C: ) She's FABULOUS! She was SO robbed at the 2006 Tony's. Her performance as Mrs. Lovett SO should have won her a Tony. And a Drama Desk.
It has come to my attention that someone has referred my stories to the same Laura that MY Laura is based on.
I wanted to put out a notice that I ADORE Laura and ALL of the people I write "about." None of my characterizations are intended to vilify the people they were originally based on - except Andrew, because he's an idiot; but he doesn't appear directly in my fics anyway. And, in fact, if I have written about them, it means I greatly admire them - often both their art and personality.
I would never want to offend any of the wonderful, talented people that my characters are based on.
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"Dear America, when you tell gay Americans that they can't serve their country openly, or marry the person that they love, you're telling that to kids, too. So don't be f--ng shocked and wonder where all these bullies are coming from that are torturing young kids and driving them to kill themselves because they're different. They learned it from watching you." -Sarah Silverman
Recently very distracted by writing for another Patti AU with a friend. Fics to be posted relatively soon at: http://www.fictionpress.com/u/714700/
First Patti/Mano fic, entitled "Those Shoes," posted: http://www.fictionpress.com/u/714700/
Permission Series: Patti/Laura Series
Permission: “I do not cheat on my Matty, he knows when I have sex with other people. He gives me permission beforehand. If he didn’t, I never would betray him like that. I love my husband.” "He gives you permission? What. About. Me?” This was getting very complicated.
Consent: "You wanna know what happened with me and Laura? I broke it off because it was an affair. I fell in love with her, but I had to break it off because Matt would never give me permission. I called it off because Matt didn’t know about it. And now he does."
Indulgence: “I hurt you? Patti, you cheated on me with a woman half your age!” “Don’t let him hurt me anymore,” Patti begged, her voice terribly small and childlike. Laura was shaking in anger. How dare he scare her to this point?! A grown woman-a strong woman!- cowering on the floor and crying in terror of her husband.
Tolerance: Patti knew she loved Matt. He was her husband for twenty years and her lover and best friend for two years longer than that. But she loved Laura, too: this girl half her age that made her feel so much, so alive.
Agreement: What about Matt?" “I don’t care,” Patti interrupted, “I don’t care, honey. I don’t care about Matt, I don’t care what people say… I just-I want to be with you.”
Acceptance: Laura watched the pair, watched Patti fawning over the husband that had abused her since finding out about their affair, and couldn’t help feeling out of place. It made her wonder if she and Patti would ever be free of Matt.
Marry Me a Little: Patti/Laura Series
Serious Conversation: “What kids, Patti?” she demanded. “We need to talk about this. You can’t just decide without talking to me, especially when it’s my body!”
Hangover: “Shhh,” Patti winced. “Why are you yelling?” “I’m not yell-” Laura paused, mid-sentence. “Are you hungover? I have a much better hangover cure,” she smiled naughtily, moving the tray to the floor before leaning against the older woman.
Marry Me a Little: “Marry me,” Patti breathed between kisses. “Wh-What? What did you say?” Tears sprang to Laura’s eyes and a timid, hopeful mile spread across Patti’s features. “So you will?”
Closing Night: “You’re gonna leave a mark, Lo!” But Laura wanted to leave a mark. She was marking her territory. If Patti was going to be alone with Matt, she wanted him to know Patti was off limits. She wanted her smelling like sweat and sex and marked as hers.
Cruising Together: She took a deep breath, facing her young lover again and caressing her cheek. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Laura. I’m in this for the long run. I just wish you were, too.” “Patti-” “No,” she shook her head, trying to pretend she wasn’t trembling.
Pregnancy Pains: Patti/Laura Series
Wardrobe Malfunction: “’The history of the world, my sweet,’” Laura sang. For her part, Patti almost managed to sing Mrs. Lovett’s response. “Oh… Mnnn… ‘What does it tell?’” she managed. “’Is who gets eaten and who gets to eat.’” Written for EsmeMoon, as per request for her birthday.
Blame It On The Hormones: “Babe, I’m twenty-nine. I know when I need a nap.” “Oh?” Patti stopped, “I didn’t sufficiently tire you out, then?” “I-I-” “’I-I-’ what, Laura?” she teased. “I either tired you out or you’re ready for more. Which is it, my darling?”
Labor of Love: “No! No! Patti! Don’t! My water just broke!” She couldn’t breathe for several seconds, her whole body frozen, as her cell phone slipped from her fingers and clattered to the vanity. (Will be done in three parts)
Hush Little Baby: They both tensed when their baby daughter’s voice erupted. “…Your turn,” Laura whispered immediately. The vixen shrugged into her overly fuzzy lavender robe, the Italian mothering gene kicking in the second she scooped the small baby up in her arms.
Parent Trap: Patti/Laura Series
What Happens In Vegas: Her chest was heaving with the tears that were threatening to escape. She punched in the number again, almost gasping for breath. This must be what a panic attack felt like. Laura had left her. Laura had taken Bella and left.
Stays in Vegas, Doesn't It?: “Please can I hold her?” Patti interrupted, reaching for their daughter, “Please, Laura. She’s my daughter.” “And I’m your wife,” Laura growled. “But you have a tendency to hurt the people you love and I won’t let you do that to Izzie.”
An Accident Waiting To Happen: He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles shining a bright white as he pulled closer to the flashing lights that broad-casted the site of the accident-- this three-ring circus in which his mother was the headliner.
No Vacation Goes Unpunished: “Dad, you have to come to Melbourne. She's lost it. I don't know if she's gone mad with grief or if it's due to sleep deprivation cause she really hasn't slept since... Well, you know. But she's gone off the deep end.” “... I'll catch the next flight.”
Raining in My Heart: She had to respect that Laura had realized she didn't want her. It wasn't fair to trap Laura. It wasn't fair to bind her to this impulsive relationship they'd formed. She didn't want or need an over-the-hill, diva-drama-queen with a trunk full of baggage.
Bad Habits Die Hard: "Did you talk to Laura?" When she froze, not answering, he tilted her chin up so his crystal eyes met her tear-filled chocolate ones. "Patti? Is that what happened? Did you call Laura?" “... No,” she lied, looking purposefully away from him.
When Disney Doesn't Write the Ending: "I saw you," Josh repeated. “Hunny, we're not.. I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were still... I'm so sorry, baby.” “Dad-- You- do something!” “I'm sorry...We're not. It.. was nice being a family again but.. Your mother and I aren't... I'm sorry.”
Broadway Barks: Patti/Bernadette Series
Move On: It wasn't a date. She could be friends with an incredible woman. She just.. liked being around her. She was nice to look at. And she gave her butterflies in her stomach and made her head spin and her heart race. It was nice. That did not make it a crush.
Broadway Barks: Fuck. She was over-dressed. Bernadette was in jeans and a tank. She was in a button-down and a skirt. She was trying too hard. And it was fucked from the start. … Making fucking lamb for a vegetarian. That was a good fucking omen for any kind of future.
Unexpected Song: Bernadette was in the bathroom. And hadn't brought her dogs. And they'd been having 'doggy dates' for... weeks now, the dogs' presence constantly reminding them to behave... Though they'd gotten close more than just that first time.
Send In The Clowns: Her heart stopped, she nearly dropping her cell phone, when the siren's words worked through her haze of irritation. "Steve offered it to me." "I- You- but you haven't- and I-" she started, blinking in shock. "I'm sorry," Bernadette offered. "Just- can we talk about this? I didn't want to tell you that way. Can we just ta-"