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FAWNVINYL , written for willowglenhq.
✲ merrick vaughn. fifty. he/him. restaurateur.
✲ noemi costanza. twenty-nine. she/her. kindergarten teacher.

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𝞋𝞎 ˖ ⊹ beau leaned against the countertop , eyes drifting over the diner display stocked with burnt coffee , crossword pages , and a cherry pie that looked like it had been sitting there since sunrise. “ yeah , well , ” he drawled , “ if a man can eat cherry pie at eight in the mornin’ , he can talk business. ” he slid onto the stool beside merrick , unbuttoning his suit coat as he settled in. one broad hand flattened against the counter while the other drummed lazily beside his cup. “ most folks usually go with handsome , charming , devastatingly intelligent. excellent businessman if they’re feelin’ formal. ” the corner of his mouth twitched.
when the waitress topped off his coffee , beau tipped his head toward her with an easy , “ thank you , sugar. ” only after she walked off did he turn his attention fully back to merrick , narrowing his eyes with interest. “ alright , fine. you don’t wanna talk shop this early , i’ll be merciful. ” he tore open a packet of sugar with his teeth , dumping it into the coffee before stirring slow. “ but you ain’t gettin’ outta this other conversation. ” he pointed the spoon toward him. “ you and gianna. ”
a beat. then a grin spread across his face , equal parts nosy and entertained. “ what’s goin’ on there , huh ? y’all just playin’ house or are you actually tryin’ for a baby ? ”
something about this family and their ability to pluck strings they had no business putting their expensive fingers on, this particular play from beau earning a visible squaring of his jaw, an abrupt breath of a chuckle leaving his mouth. " careful, little langord ... " he warns, far too distracted to focus on his crossword puzzle. " don't act like i ain't heard about your mama bein' real unhappy about your engagement. " one would assume a snarling bite would follow with the snark that laces his tone, but relaxed gaze says otherwise. " ... 'grats. fine young woman with her head screwed on tight. don't fuck it up. "
he should really find a hobby in playing the guitar, another pluck earns a blink that makes eyes screw shut, dragging mug of hot coffee by the handle. wishes he had a flask full of something that burned on the way down to mix a few drops in; could use it in a conversation like this. " we ain't playin' no game of house. we're ... tryin', " it's the best he can describe it, hands running themselves flat over his thighs, like wiping what looks like defeat, undefined, off his prints. " things ain't pannin' out to be sunshine & rainbows like everyone says. " the wry laugh that rasps off his lips is abrupt, cut by a brush of fingers against stubble on his chin. " i'm failin' her and i don't know how to help. " he doesn't think he can bear the feeling.
he barks a laugh at her faux congratulations , head bobbing back and forth as if weighing his options . " yeahhh , i figured finance was probably easier than tv . " he doesn't have a clue who topanga is , or why he should want to dance with her " — why would i want to dance with topanga when i can dance with . . . you ? " he smiles , an attempt at looking bashful , but of course it's fake . he claps his hands together loudly as they get into position , head whipping over to her in incredulity at her words . " you . . . what — you don't know how to square dance ?! " brooks can't even fathom it : it's been in his dna since before he was born , the copeland matriarchs having been dallas cowboys cheerleaders . he straightens , realizing the responsibility he's been handed . " oh , cmon — it's so easy , even us rednecks can do it !! you just — " he takes one of her hands , gently as though she's going to wrench it away at any second , and puts it upon his shoulder , his left hand catching her right as he carefully places his other upon her lower back , high enough to avoid any discomfort . he's channeling his grandmother — meemaw , he secretly calls her — counting out the beats , voice twanging alongside the foot movements . " there you go — you're dancin' , honey ! " an exaggerated accent , but at least he's not yeehawing : sure enough , someone nearby shouts out a ' yeehaw ' , the tackiest of sayings , brooks thinks , and he makes a face of disgust if only to make noemi laugh . " look at us : two southern gals , cuttin' a rug at the hoedown . who would'a thought ? "
had she seriously forgotten how to have fun ? years of hard focusing on academics until her fingers were cramping from how tight she held calligraphy pens, note-taking having become akin to a second sport aside her usual volleyball in the afternoon. it takes a moment like this, surrounded by group of people who clearly knew how to do it without a second thought, that maybe, just maybe, she really had become all work and no play.
" brooks, " a roll of her eyes, lacking any sort of real annoyance. there needs to be some kind of counter for how many rare things are happening in one night. " i'm from upstate ... the most i know how to do close to anything country is wear a pair of boots and click them together. " fact, she wasn't good at that either; but there wasn't any need to embarrass herself any further. that's short-lived, a yelp leaving her lips when footsteps clumsily lead her to follow practiced footing, fear quickly melting into joy as head tilts back with open-ended laughter. " wait, wait ⸻ slow down ! am i going your left or my left ?! "
task one : the house tour.
🦢 ﹕ ʚɞ one perfectly sculpted brow lifts at merrick’s proposal, the expression balanced delicately between disbelief and reluctant consideration. “ five minutes, ” vivienne repeats slowly, as though testing whether the number itself has personally offended her. “ and something of my choice on the house ? ” a soft sigh follows, elegant and long-suffering. “ how extraordinarily generous. ”
her gaze drifts toward the waiting area then, taking in the cluster of guests lingering beside the host stand with poorly concealed impatience and overdressed desperation. the thought of standing among them is visibly unappealing, though vivienne is far too composed to say so outright. “ i suppose i can wait, ” she relents at last, smoothing one hand along the sleeve of her blouse before folding her arms neatly across her chest — a quiet, unmistakable sign of her displeasure. “ here. standing. ”
there’s a brief pause before her eyes return to merrick, sharper now, though still polished in that infuriatingly graceful way. “ i imagine this is what i deserve for not making a reservation, ” she says lightly, the words carrying just enough self-awareness to sound sincere while simultaneously implying that the rules should have bent for her regardless. a faint tilt of her head follows. “ though i admit, i’m still adjusting to the idea that willow glen has become the sort of town where one must queue for lunch. "
he always said southern hospitality was bullshit. albeit, his opinion had changed to the opposite, now that he'd had his fair share of smacks on the wrists after a few instances of talking back in response to someone disliking his food. it was all kissing ass and tucking his tail between his legs until he truly understood what it meant. but, when vivienne langford walks in, huffier than a train that needs coal, the chef can't help but feel like his old ideation better show the hell up.
" you know what ? " he glances over to a table that's occupied ... by a couple of employees on their break. god, he can feel his greys turning white, hoping she can't see the way his jaw tightens. " it's just occurred to me that a table just opened up. mhmm. let's grab one of those menus right quick ... " he's lying through the gap of his teeth, wonders if he's still got the ability to do it well after years of repeating that he was a changed man. whatever the hell that means.
hell hath no fury in his gaze that shoots over to the two taking their break in the lobby, making an abrupt hand movement while vivienne's got her back turned to him, lips reading along the lines of ( fuck are you doin ?! look ! ) that completely stops their gossiping, panic settling in their eyes before fleeing like a couple of mice, glasses and plates in hand. a tug of towel stuffed into his apron pocket, hurriedly wiping down the tabletop with a narrowed glare toward the two who peek around the corner. " 'spose its all the tourists makin' their rounds ... makes it hard for regulars, such as yourself, to enjoy a nice dinner. "

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“ do you want a shot ? let's do shots , ” casual hand waves down the bartender , tequila ordered before any protests come . one glass slid over , the other in free hand , “ i was talking about hearthstone . it's a game . sort of like magic the gathering ? ” would noemi understand any of this ? clark reaches for his back pocket , a deck of cards now in front of them . “ you familiar with this at all ? maybe we need another round of shots first . or should i put happy on the jukebox next ? you look like you could use some pharrell . ”
" hearthstone ... " another sniff, glancing at herself in reflection of her phone to make sure her mascara isn't running, wiping underneath her eyes with a finger. " ... i think my old roommate's boyfriend played that ... it's the one that kind of looks like peggle, isn't it ? " she asks, just about to lift the shot before he starts setting down cards from shuffled deck.
" ugh, do not put that song or else i'll ⸻ wait, why does one of your tarot cards have an elf lady with massive boobs on it ? " entirely wrong thing, but clearly, she's no better than a man, quick to snatch card out of his hand and observe it up close, front and back. " when encountering succubus lose two heal⸻ " a loud gasp before she covers her mouth with a muted scream, pressing card to her chest in case anyone else passes by. she leans in with a whisper. " clark, is this a porn game ?! we're literally in public ! "
⎯⎯ “ it's an acquired skill . . . runs in the family , “ and by now , merrick is basically one of them , half the time aria had practically forgotten that he wasn't . nose wrinkles at the mention of all of this happening right underneath it , can't believe how oblivious she'd been when all of the signs were right in front of her . mouth opens to give him the kind of ' ew ' that kids let out when they have they catch their parents kissing , but any semblance of a word quickly melts on her tongue when a new word in his vocabulary makes it's debut . ” holy hell , ” laugh that lets out is so guttural that passerbys turn to look , a hand on her stomach as she stops dead in their tracks , leaned against the nearest spanse of brick wall in an attempt to stop herself from falling over .
" okay . . . first of all , who the fuck taught you that , " there are tears running down her cheeks , the happy kind , the kind that paired with the kind of laughter that hurt . " and second of all you are not a chud simply because i fucking refuse to have one for an uncle , " sets that standard entirely clear , finally able to stand fully upright after she manages to catch her breath . " you should consider yourself lucky you guys are actually quite cute or i'd be telling her to break up with you for that , " and he should know he means it , icks one of the few things taken very seriously in their friend group . " you know , i hate to do this to you , but you know i have to ask . . . " she starts , following the crowd of people and the smell of food truck fryers into the lot , immediately making a bee line for the first place she saw with a burger , " what's stopped you from . . . you know , popping the question ? "
he wonders if this so-called acquired skill ran deep in their genes, all those years spent with tommy who had a mouth like a sailor, so prone to throwing a cemented mix of profanities and snark as if it belonged in his everyday vernacular. aria was her father's daughter after all, his little carbon copy with a hint of her mother, he liked to say. " see, you're sayin' ew, but i know you're real glad that your friend is with someone you approve of. "
lop-sided smile stretches across his face from how his niece laughs herself to tears, arm unwrapping itself from around her shoulders to slot hands in jacket pockets. " you like that ? that funny ? learnt it from one of the line cooks. " a laugh of his own, although a little quieter. he'd never been great at keeping up with trends, always preaching they'd be over the moment you throw yourself into joining them. this new wave of slang was far too quick for him to understand, swearing every day he was learning a new term from someone on his team. " oh, please. she woulda turned my ass down probably if i were ... whatever that damn word means. " he's still thinking fish, and it's probably best. long strides follow behind, albeit staggered, looking around for something that sounds good. " good lord, little girl, when'd you get so nosy ? " a fake wrinkle of his face like it really offends him. " it ain't really that simple of an answer, kiddo. trust, i'd been wantin' to ask her the day she moved in with me. "
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❛ ⅋ 𝐢. 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 ( @fawnvinyl ) ━ setting description : station 17.
❄️ ﹕ ʚɞ sometimes snow spent more time at the station than she did anywhere else. the long shifts had a way of bleeding together until the firehouse started feeling less like work and more like the only place she really knew how to exist in anymore. on quieter nights the hours stretched endlessly , filled with the hum of fluorescent lights , the distant crackle of dispatch radios , and whatever old movie happened to be playing low in the background. she’d been half sprawled across one of the chairs with her boots kicked up onto the table when she heard the front door open.
her head lifted immediately. boredom dissolving from her expression almost on instinct. “ hey , ” she greeted dropping her feet back onto the floor with a dull thud. she pushed herself upright , one hand settling onto her hip as she looked them over. “ anything i can help you with ? ” she asked, already moving closer before they’d fully answered. then a grin tugged at the corner of her mouth, playful enough to soften the weariness sitting beneath her eyes. “ what is it ? got a cat stuck up in a tree or something ? ”
another useless debate with no one other than herself to argue with ends in noemi riding her bike down to the station, basket carrying tupperware stuffed with freshly made muffins, plastic clattering from the jolts she makes every few stops. this was stupid. no ⸻ it was kind. thoughtful, to take the time to bring them rather than leave them at the door, considering she spent all that time baking and burning herself a few times while taking them out of the oven.
she's mumbling what sound to be questionable positive affirmations under her beath as she walks into firehouse, something about kindness being free ... being the example you want to be ... until greeting pulls her out of anixety-induced stupor. " hey ! " she repeats back keenly, showing off handful of baked goods from home. " oh, no, um ... i brought you guys muffins. apple streusel. " an awkward clearing of her throat before she bops tupperware against the palm of her hand with a tight-lipped grin. " hope that's okay. "
status. closed starter for merrick vaughn @fawnvinyl setting. merrick's house, late afternoon.
HE WAS HUNCHED OVER merrick's coffee table, hadn't moved for something like five minutes now, just staring at the text cursor that's been relentlessly mocking his lack of inspiration. with a sharp sigh, he pinched off his glasses and leaned back against the cushions to call out for the owner of the house. "hey, rick? where are you, man? i got a question for ya!"
" ... how the fuck d'you get in the house ? " a question asked with bewilderment, sleep just barely out of his eyes as he descends from stairs. he should be used to it by now, a frequent guest that makes himself more than comfortable without permission. he's got half of a shirt on, tugging it with a grunt of effort while standing in the living room, still dawned in his pajamas. " jesse, you know we're more than fine havin' you here, but ... " hands find themselves threading through the greyed curls on the back of his head, tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth in thought. " you gotta at least give us a warning, okay ? we coulda been ... busy. " indecent, he means. he's still a guest, merrick owes him that respect. a yawn wreaks through his body with a shiver, plopping down beside the other with a groan. " keep your voice down, gia's gettin' her rest. "

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𝞋𝞎 ˖ ⊹ there was something quietly admirable in the way noemi carried herself. even faced with giselle’s polished cruelty — the kind sharpened carefully enough to remain socially acceptable — she never seemed to shrink beneath it. and though giselle would rather die than admit it aloud, she noticed. still , giselle remained entirely herself. chin lifted slightly , shoulders squared , every inch of her posture deliberate and distant. she carried dominance the way other women carried perfume : naturally , unmistakably. wealth clung to her without effort , woven into the silk of her blouse , the gleam of her jewelry , the calm certainty in her voice. she looked like someone accustomed to being listened to.
“ mhm. ” the sound leaves her lips noncommittally , gaze drifting briefly toward the classroom around them. “ it’s terrifying , trusting someone else with the thing you love most. ” there’s no embarrassment in the confession , no sense that she’s being dramatic. in giselle’s mind , inara is not simply her daughter. she is everything bright and fragile in her life gathered into one small person. “ she’s a diamond , ” giselle says after a moment , tone smooth and unwavering. “ and only a diamond can polish another diamond. ” she steps closer to noemi’s desk then , manicured nail dragging the field trip notice slowly across the wood until it rests closer to her. the movement is unhurried , almost predatory in its precision.
“ where exactly is the field trip being held ? ” she asks , lifting her gaze at last to meet noemi’s directly.
" which is why you can trust me ! " a positive chirp amongst the constant thrum inside of her sternum caused by giselle’s wolvish circling, palms placed over her where her heart laid. " i know that we’re still getting to know each other on a teacher to parent basis, but with the help of my assistant, you can absolutely count on us to ensure the little ones are safe, giselle. " saying her name sounds unnatural, if not dangerous, jaw tensing and eyes widening before she’s quick to fix her mistake. " not that i’m questioning your trust, mrs. al-mansour. sorry, total ... slip of the tongue. "
fear manifests itself in a weird way around the divorce attorney, half-admiration for having an occupation so demanding while also being so attentive to her daughter’s schooling, half-uneased by the way she’s so easily able to step into a room and make warmth turn cold. she’d never been able to do that, let alone demand anything of … well, anyone ⸻ she could hardly stand to do it with a classroom of small children.
" well, i’m no prospector, but those diamonds are gonna come back shinier and a little more knowledgeable about floriculture ! " it's said with an overenthusiastic pump of her hands. noemi sounds far too jolly for a woman about to swallow her own tongue, earning a clearing of her throat and the teensiest step away from other mother. " we’re going to, uhm … f-fern valley farm ? just a little ways away from here … in case anyone needs to come home. " she stutters it out, a fist behind her back thudding against the base of her spine in an attempt to knock tightened nerves. " we thought it might be better than the treehouse village, feels like everyone goes there. "
" now ... why in the sam hill are we at this joint ? " on queue, a glass shatters from somewhere within the building, an obnoxious string of profanities following behind. he's sure if he waits a few moments, he'll hear a cat yowl, like in the cartoons. " i ain't been here since i learned how to cook a burger proper since they clearly won't learn how ⸻ damn thing was still mooing when they served it t'me. " merrick is dramatic about it, too, cupping his ear toward saloon doors that swing open and closed wildly. " you can't hear them fresh cattle in the back ? they're still doin' that shit wrong. " to make matters worse, drink that he'd ordered from what had to be at least thirty minutes ago arrives, sloppily slid over as foam sloshes onto the countertop. chef side-eyes his companion, deadpan. " and would you look at that ⸻ foam. all foam in my guinness. " a loud kiss of his teeth, loud enough to tear a nasty side eye from bartender who older man is ready to buck at, environment of pub growing like mold. " i ain't religious like that, but this gotta be what my ma was sayin' hell is like. bad brew and nickelback. "
&. open starter, the hideaway @ 10pm.
she can feel her excitement buzzing beneath the surface of her skin as she meets the parents of a brand-new student; that same feeling she used to get bright and early, waiting on exam results before the start of a well-deserved summer break ⸻ only this time, she gets to be the one to grade pages of scribbles with stars and smiley faces. " thank you so much for coming on such short notice ... with summer coming up, it's been a time with all of the planning for last-minute field trip sign-ups, classroom birthday parties ... " she could go on about the number of events she has to keep her class busy, gust of wind from flipping open planner puts her back on track. " that, and i've got a little one of my own over at foxgrove. "
hands smooth over colorful onboarding paper, one she'd spent the previous day decorating on diy-scattered kitchen counter. " we're so excited to have kiara join our class. i think she'll love it here. " gaze lifts to look at parents with an enthusiastic grin, scooting forward toward her desk. " noemi, by the way. not ... miss costanza, " a dismissive wave of her hand, quick to cover up quiet laugh with her fingers. " i feel like it's so formal, so, feel free to be comfortable. "
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" raven ... you're doin' it, again. " an amused chuff of air escapes through his nose when younger chef's eyes finally look up from vigorously folding. he'll give the praise she deserves, knows that he can't stir that long without straining a muscle in his neck as a memento, one he'd surely complain about the next day. " you're focusin' too much on the thickness of it ... see how your peak is startin' to look sandy ? " he saunters up to the side of metallic kitchenette, motioning toward foamy white meringue filled bowl with his nose. " don't want that. gonna turn whatever you're usin' it for into a sinkhole. " merrick knows the taste of defeat, and the bitter taste isn't always pleasant. he puts a hand out, offering to take bowl. " how's about a break ? no need t'get it perfect the first try, kiddo. "
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" honestly, i don't even care. " she deserves a reward for how much of a liar she is, the way she thrusts straw into the ice of her drink like a mountaineer to show how much she means it. " i mean, i do ... but, i don't wanna seem clingy, you know ? like, mega-clingy. " person is kind enough ( look up the definition of forced ) to listen to woman ramble on at the bar, having become a regular occurrence by now, until it was time to send her home by uber or phone call to a familiar. tonight was just another one of those nights. " i want him to know i like him without saying i like him, i wish he'd go ahead and say something. one of us has to say something. "
as if she can't be bothered to be the one to bring it up, words freezing up in her chords until all she can mutter is a sullied nothing when prompted. " i don't want him thinking i only want him for the hook-ups, or hanging out, or his smile ... or his ... really wide ... shoulders ... " sentence starts drifting off somewhere else when she realizes she's not getting a response, finger poking against their shoulder. " are you actually listening to me, or are you letting me talk ? i could really use your advice. "
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