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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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Just Ben, Chapter 2

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“You know, we are related to one of the members of the original three,” mother teased, “Justice is your great grandmother. She fought side by side with Soldier Boy and Liberty in the First World War. She had my mother in 1901. Then she lost her powers when she had me…they wanted to retire her, but she went on a final mission and died in Europe at the beginning of World War two. She tried to be a spy, but without her powers, she wasn’t quick enough. She had lost her edge, and the Germans executed her.”

“And You were born in 1939,” I reminded her, trying to think of happier times “the end of the great depression. Grandma left you with grandpa to be a spy, but she was doing her civil duty in helping protect us, right?”

“That’s right, sweetheart.” She smiled, gently patting my head, “and you were born in 1959, and your little sister was born just last year in 1968.”

“The commies crashed into the moon when I was born!” I giggled, thinking of the Russians. But then I frowned at my next piece of news that I’d associated with my little sister’s birth, “and Reverend King was shot when sissy was born.”

“That’s right, Adelaide,” she said solemnly, pulling me to her chest, “And this last year was the year that your daddy and brother were hurt in that coal mine collapse.”

“Momma, the coal mine crushed em,” I reminded her. But she only shushed me, not wanting to relive the tragedies we’d already face, “momma…can I have some dinner tonight? I’m hungry…we didn’t have anything yesterday and my tummy hurts again.”

“Go to bed, baby…momma will try to get us something in the morning, okay?”

“But momma-“

“Go to bed, Adelaide!”

“What are you doing up, sweetheart?” I opened my eyes, not daring to move from Soldier Boy’s chest, “I can feel the change in your heart rate since you’re lying on me…now, I don’t want you to go lying to me, sweetheart. Are you okay, Adelaide?”

“I-I’m sorry, Soldier Boy.”

I looked up at him, and his gaze softened, “I’m not going to hurt you…you’re my dame. My gal. You’re my one and only. I’m not going to do anything to you, Adelaide. And I’ve told you, sweetheart, call me Ben. That’s my name.”

“I was just thinking…”

“About what?”

When I was younger…” I told him gently, my fingers making small little shapes on his bare chest as I looked up into his forest green eyes, “just stories my mom told me…things I had to recite so that I wasn’t thinking about the struggles I went through when I had them.”

“You struggled?” he asked. His eyes seemed to hold a sadness as I nodded, and his hand moved low on my back, “You won’t have to struggle anymore, Adelaide. I promise.”

“I-it was my childhood,” I shrugged, not giving it much more thought than that, “it was how I was brought up…my mom tried the best she could.”

“I want to meet your family, sweetheart,” he said firmly, “I want them to know that you’re on the straight and narrow moving forward…that you’re my girl.”

I felt tears coming to my eyes, and I sniffled.

“Hey-hey…why the tears, sweetheart?”

“The only one left is my younger sister,” I admitted tearfully, “My father and older brother died in the coal mines when I was younger…left my momma destitute. She whored herself out til she caught Syphilis…she wanted me and my little sister Annie to start up since she couldn’t no more…but I took Annie, and I ran. Turns out I’m no better than her. Only difference is I make sure that Annie’s on the straight and narrow…she isn’t ever gonna do what I do. Especially not now…I-Tommy promised me the other girl’s share if I stayed…you know…since she was supposed to service you exclusively…and she was getting a lot more than I was gonna get. It’ll be enough to buy our apartment so we don’t have to worry about rent…and then I can get a real job…maybe being a secretary or something…an-and hopefully…I could see you again? I-I mean, if you want. I-”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, Adelaide,” he promised, cutting me off, “I’m going to take care of you and your sister. From now on, neither of you will ever have to worry about anything again.”

“Wh-what?”

“I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart. You and your sister.”

“B-Ben…that-that’s too much. You don’t hav-“

“I want to,” he said quickly, taking my hands in his own, “you’re my dame, and I’m going to take care of you and your little sister…it’s what a good man does. He takes care of his gal. And I’m making an honest one out of you, Adelaide.”

“Oh Ben…”

“Now come on,” he said sweetly, gently helping me up out of the bed, “let’s find you some clothes…and let’s get back to the tower. I’ve got to have them make your sister a room inside of my suite…and set up movers so that we can get all of your clothes and such into there…how old is she? We have decorators that can set everything up.”

“Sh-she’s eleven.”

“Eleven,” he smiled, “so it’s like practicing before the real thing?”

“Huh?”

“I wasn’t joking when I said I’m not letting you go and we’re going to have a baby,” he chuckled, gently placing a hand on my stomach, “doll, we’ll be a real all-American family in no time…just you wait. I’ll talk to the higher ups…we’ll get us a nice little house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a dog. We’ll raise a house full of little Bens and Adelaides. It’ll be grand, sweetheart. We’ll make sure little Annie has a good life; really take care of her. You don’t have to worry about a thing anymore…no ma’am. You won’t have to worry ever again.”

Chapter 3

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realhankmccoy · 7 months

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Wowza... even freakier. I mean don't even ask me, kids, to fish out the almost half dozen emails where Bruce told me he only feels pity for me, and how i told him that's how I know he's a real asshole piece of shit -- because he weaponises 'pity' into just another vicious cartoon zinger instead of understanding the human meaning of it -- these people flush away 95% of the human from their life in order to spike and puff themselves up like pufferfish do.

"I only feel pity for your terrible life"... trust it prob can't be terrible than a momma's boy eating German cuisine (blech) in a city he never leaves and having a shitfit over how he wants Ukrainian refugees, women and children to hurry up and fucking die already -- which just goes to show Christina too LOVES the idea of massive amounts of people getting hurt and demonstrates it by the company she praises, just like Grimes is a spoiled, schnookered piece of Wonderbread serving the forces that be -- tale as old as time when a cuck becomes a cuck for what doggy treats and Wonderbread security the cuck, weak and lazy as it is, hopes to get.

'please give me an exact quote' is the sort of thing Bruce does too to deflect from everythin he just wished upon people. I of course myself have in my messages all the half dozen times the dumb Nazi wished pain and death on the Ukranians. It's really tedious... these 'talk strong be strong' people make themselves look like idiot children in their hyperventilating aggro.

i cannot even with the schoolgirl idiot Westerner weaponisation of karma, which is so typical of white people to do -- no interest in any of that spirituality except what they think hurts somebody... and they don't understand what karma is, ever, just as the Nazi doesn't. they only ever use the word as a source of vengeance, tho of course that's just a monkeyfication of a more complex concept that the scorner of Buddhism appropriates for his own wrath.

in other words... as usual.... we're dealing with a stupid as fuck Nazi

Nazis always appropriated from Buddhism -- that's where the swastika comes from -- and turned it into an aggressive piece of shit concept.

Did you know that nations being invaded by renegade totalitarian nations is 'a matter of opinion'? it is to a Nazi! It sure was to Hitler. IT IS MEIN OPINION THAT POLAND BE INVADED. k.

Anyhow kids

better politically correct bullshit -- 100 times better

than the politically incorrect bullshit of a dumb Nazi

I'll tell ya Hwhat.

I guess this is what idiot rightists sound like whether they're writing from Germany or from Japan in English. What ur-source they're cucking themselves to and emerging as clones of out to get this stupid, i don't know. It's not the River Styx, that's for fucking sure. It's probably the River Stupid, but i don't even know what continent that is on for sure. I would suspect North America, somewhere in the part that's labelled The United States of America on the map.

the River Stupid may be underground... it could even be aboveground, one never knows, but it turns out cloned, hateful idiocy that looks like this effort to destroy somebody with decent values:

#mommie dearest

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n3onwraith · 2 years

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RTC headcanons because I'm rotating them around in my brain constantly

Ocean

ooooo GIRL

Literally has headaches and toothaches and stomach aches all the time

has pulled muscles before

refuses to seek help for ANYTHING

Mild Autism. specifically bad at people skills but can usually mask really well (see What The World Needs for bad people skills)

parents are neglectful assholes usually

but her Mama does care a little when she's not high or drunk

she only kinda likes her Mama but hates both of them most of the time

the WORST period cramps, she misses school some days bcs of it

Constance's parents are essentially her parents

she has like all her stuff over there and Constance has a bunk bed 'from when she and her brother shared a room'

(that's a lie, she has it for her and Ocean. Ocean is the lower bunk and she makes forts)

^ enclosed dark spaces make Ocean feel safe

she hates her name and would name herself something else if she could, but she's grown on the name since she met the choir

always has tylenol, her inhaler, compression bandages and candy in her backpack (candy is for Penny's diabetes, bandages are for both her and Ricky, Tylenol is for everyone but mostly her)

Omni with a lean for women, Demigirl

Acts of service are her love language

She/Her

Penny

aa stated in Oceans, she has diabetes

has one of the ports that connect to the apps

^ literally everyone in the choir has the app and/or checks her phone (with permission) from time to time and makes sure she's on top of her blood sugar

everyone carries candy for her, but especially Ocean and Constance

Ocean Constance and Mischa are like siblings to her and they all hang out extremely often outside of school

^ usually in Mischa's basement

weird pet person 100%

has a red eyed tree frog named Pop Rocks that she loves dearly

got a summer job and does yard work for neighbors to give that frog the Best Life Possible.

Feral when with the choir or in private but chills out in public for fear of embarrassing her friends

eventually she unlearns this with time and just behaves how she always does/doesn't mask as much

Also Autistic™

She doesn't care about masking usually unless she has to (around Ocean + Mischa's parents or certain teachers)

neglectful parents, which is where the lion catchphrase comes from

her parents wanted a boy and pressured her to act like one up until her brother was born

when she was then dropped like a forgotten toy and only given the necessities

another kid who basically lives at Constance's house

Bisexual + Girlflux (usually leaning towards Agender or Demigirl)

had braces once and now she can't do anything with her teeth or she gets 'we didn't spend so much money for you to fuck it up' comments

Love language is physical touch

She/It

Mischa

more. neglectful. parents.

Mommy Issues™ GALORE after his Momma died

Doesn't see anyone's parents as his parents, but has deemed himself the Mom Friend

carries juice in water bottles for Penny and constantly checks on Ocean because of her tendency to neglect herself

he makes sure the whole gang is okay, but those two seem to need the most monitoring

a whole basement to himself. 2 bedrooms, bathroom and hang out room

Had a dog growing up

you would expect a German Shepherd but no

it was a Saint Bernard

he was too young to remember her name but the gentlest dog ever

now he has a Goldfish

he's named Bob Ross as a joke but everyone calls him the most random shit (Penny calls him ceiling fan. nobody knows why except her and Ricky it makes them giggle every time)

one of the bedrooms were his parents daughters but she went to college and he leaves it alone

is the other house that hosts the choir after practice/for sleepovers

^ it's either Constance or him :)

BPD, but he has meds that help manage it

tried to teach everyone Ukrainian from what he remembered and so everyone knows a little but not much

Bisexual + Transmasc

only the choir know he's trans and Constance will kill him if he wears Ace bandages

Loves everyone so much but refuses to say so

Love language is also acts of service or physical touch, also bullying affectionately

He/Him

Ricky

Has memorized all the lore and Easter Eggs and facts about all her favorite shows or media

Tell me she hasn't hyperfixated on almost every 80's media ever

oh wait

you can't

She knows every transformer comic and will sign the quotes to the choir randomly

loves all 14 of their cats, but especially loves a grey old scruffy cat named Megatron (adopted stray, most ragged cat ever)

Noel and Mischa and her have Boys Nights

where they do stupid shit (as long as it's inclusive for Ricky! so like licking random shit or making the worst drink combo ever) and have stupid conversations

Ricky knows how to french braid BCS of her Mom and WILL braid Mischa and Noel's hair on Boys Nights (changes name later, see later HC) or the Girls' whenever they have a event or just want it done

She can sign so fast that nobody except Noel and Constance can actually manage it

^ Constance because shes so fast with it somehow and Noel because he also talks fast so signing fast is just second nature after he learns it

taught everyone sign immediately after joining the choir

^ Noel and Penny picked it up fastest, then Constance, then Mischa and finally Ocean

her disability causes pain in their arms from using the crutches and sometimes it aggravates a old strained muscle that didn't heal properly so Ocean carries compression bandages for the both of them

Demi (both romantic and sexual) and transfem

she doesn't she's trans until later but then she uses the name Savannah (the one she's been saving up)

Loves everyone and says so often

love language is words of affirmation

She/They

Constance

ROAD RAGE

She can and WILL flip off people or roll her windows down and yell at ANYONE who swerves into her lane and puts her friends in danger

Somehow she got chosen as the designated driver??

she doesn't know how but she doesn't complain

taught everyone to bake and Penny and her do it to bond and help the bakery

^ Ocean HATES the feel of dough or flour on her hands so she doesn't help but she'll read the recipe to them or DJ on Girls Nights

Fastest signer in northern Saskatchewan besides Ricky Potts himself

the 'nicest girl in town' except if you fuck with the choir she'll fucking go OFF

Nobody is allowed to bully Noel or Ocean except the choir themselves, and if they do then Constance and Mischa go after them. Mischa just starts yelling but Constance WILL target insecurities

she's only mean when warranted

Loves everyone and expresses it through baked goods and quality time

holds sleepovers the most often (at least once a week)

B's in all her classes except Math.

has a family dog named Samson! he's a elderly yellow lab

everyone loves Samson

taught everyone how to do box braids and corn rows and just so many fun hairstyles and will sit for hours while everyone does her hair during sleepovers and especially before concerts

everyone gets to add their own little flair

^ Penny adds rainbow beads, Ocean weaves in some red and orange, Noel has this weirdly specific way of braiding that stands out, Mischa adds purple because he knows its her fav color and Ricky adds the letter beads in everyone's names or just funny words/abreviations

once she had 'hyebsbawsnbyghatsaygcsyfed?' which stood for "have you ever been slapped by a wet spaghetti noodle because your girlfriend has a twin sister and you got confused so you fucked 'er dad?'

everyone lost their minds and couldn't keep a straight face

you'd thing her hair'd look like a mess but surprisingly they all work together and it blends seemlessly?? it's so cool to her and she loves the quality time

her little brother joins sometimes during baking or sleepovers and everyone loves him

Lesbian, Ace and Demiromantic!

love languages are gift giving and quality time

She/They

Noel

Bullies everyone but always makes sure they know it's lighthearted

he and Ocean go back and forth with insults. it's practice for bullies but they make sure not to go too far with eachother

has a white family cat named after Marie from the Aristocats

speaking of Aristocats it's her FAVORITE movie

he can dish out insults but he can't take them as easily

loves both their parents but they both expect her to get straight A's

HATES Taco Bell and if she could he'd work at the Auntie Anne's across the mall or the authentic Mexican restaurants instead of fuckin Taco Bell

Hispanic 110%

Seasons her food really well and then jokes about it with Ocean

"sorry the foods really seasoned Ocean, i know your culture only uses salt and pepper so be careful of the oregano"

he never means it and Ocean makes flavorless jokes about her food too

Talks fast and signs fast

ADHD but she has meds and a diagnosis

he forgets his meds some days, like the performance that got them suspended

loves the choir but pretends she doesnt

their favorite song it Take Me to Church by Hozier BCS it seems like a Christian song but it's NOT

Love languages are bullying and gift giving

he gets them all stuff or she asks the other employees to let him serve his friends but pretends they don't care

Gay (canon!) and gender fluid (headcanon)

he/they/she

Sorry if anything was inaccurate!! please correct me if so!!

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babybluebex · 4 years

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desperados [arvin russell x reader smut]

➽ pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader ➽ word count: 4.0k ➽ summary: arvin gets revenge against the man who wronged the girls he loves. ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. smut, explicit language, fingering (f!receiving), graphic violence, is getting to third base in a church parkling lot a warning? probably, excessive mentions of tom’s abs ➽ a/n: make sure to check out the sequel to this on my blog!! thanks for reading!

I saw Arvin’s hands shaking fiercely. The sun was nearly lowered over the distant mountains and people in this town were sure to talk about how the orphan Russell boy had come and picked me up this close to night, but I knew Arvin. He wasn’t very talkative, so his affection (and I use that term lightly) came in other ways. He always let me have his last cigarette, even though I barely smoked. He had saved a seat on the school bus for me, back before we graduated. He was kind, just not in the ways that Coal Creek knew. I knew, when I heard Arvin’s old ‘51 Chevy in front of my house, that he needed me; I jumped in his car before my mom had time to tell me to get dressed decently.

“Arv,” I whispered. “What’s going on? Where’re we going?”

Arvin took a deep breath, but he didn’t answer. He looked out his window before returning his gaze to the front windshield, and his fingers began to tap on his steering wheel. “He killed my Lenora,” he mumbled finally. “Light me a smoke, would ya?”

It took a moment for his words to register. Ever since Lenora died, Arvin had become distant, nearly a whole different man. He went to work and went back to his grandmother’s house. He barely made time for me anymore. That was alright, though; he had lost the only person he had ever really loved. I couldn’t blame him. I wasn’t much to him, other than someone who tolerated him.

“I thought Lenora…” I began and swallowed my words. He had requested a cigarette. I reached into the backseat where his jacket was slung and tugged out his crushed box of cigarettes and a matchbox, and I lit him a cigarette. I passed it to him, and he carefully took it between his fingers.

“Ain’t you gonna take the first gasp?” Arvin asked, managing a weak chuckle. His eyes were dark and focused, and there was nothing behind his smile. Levity, I assumed, to make me feel better about whatever was happening.

“My mama would skin me if I came home smelling like smoke,” I said, wrapping my arms around myself. “Go ‘head, Arv.”

Arvin lifted his hand to his mouth, his thin lips wrapping around the end, and he took a deep pull at it. He blew the smoke out of his nose, and he said, “Lenora did it to herself, yeah, but he made her do it. He drove her to it.”

“Who’s he?” I asked.

“Did that Teagardin son ova bitch ever lay his hands on you?” Arvin asked quickly. His gaze flicked to me, curled up next to him, still wearing my house shoes and pajamas. No makeup, no cover-up; I would be the talk of the town the next morning, I knew it.

“Pastor Teagardin?” I clarified, and Arvin nodded. “No. He tried, though, I think. Once.”

“Ya think?” Arvin repeated. “God damn it, Y/N, what he’d do to you?”

“He didn’t do nothing,” I said quickly. “He’s old enough to be my daddy, ya know how sick that is?”

“You said he tried,” Arvin rebutted. “Tried to do what?”

I huffed out a breath. “I stayed after a service on Wednesday night a few months ago to help Mrs. Teagardin gather up hymns and stuff. She went off to do something, and Brother Preston approached me. Said he… Said he saw me hanging out with you… Saw us drinking and smoking… And he said I gotta repent for my sins. Jesus, the man thought we fucked. He made me get down on my knees to pray, but I heard his belt ‘fore anything happened. Told him I’d call the sheriff on him if he tried anything like that again.”

Arvin breathed deeply, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “That’s three,” he said. “You, the Reaster girl… and Lenora.”

My heart sank into my stomach. As much as I loved Lenora, she was naive. From the day that she was born, she trusted everybody. If she had ever been with someone, they took advantage of her. Maybe not with violence, but advantage nonetheless. “No,” I mumbled. “He didn’t… Not her.”

“Coroner said Lenora was pregnant,” Arvin told me. He situated his cigarette in his mouth, and his hand floated down to rest on my knee. “I just know it was him. Who the fuck else would it be?”

“Arvin, what’re you doing?” I asked. “Where’re we going?”

“I’m going down to that church,” Arvin began. “And I’m killing that son of a bitch Pastor Teagardin.”

“Arvin!” I yelped. “You’re not! You can’t-- How--?”

The car rolled to a stop in front of the small church, the gravel crunching under the tires. Arvin squeezed my knee, shutting me up, and he leaned forward and dug around behind him for a moment. Slowly, from the back of his pants, Arvin pulled out a small revolver gun. My breath caught in my throat; Arvin was rough around the edges, sure, but never did I think I would see him with a gun in his hands. My Arvin looked so unsure of the weapon, but his thumb clicked the hammer back, readying it to shoot, and I saw something behind his eyes change. He wasn’t vindictive, but revenge was a choice that had to be made. Arvin made his choice.

“A German luger,” Arvin mumbled, his cigarette still in his mouth. “My daddy told my uncle Earvell that it’s the gun Hitler killed himself with.”

I couldn’t manage any words. My lips fell open in shock, my brain struggling to make any coherent thought out of what was happening. “Arvin,” I finally choked out. “You ain’t really gonna kill Pastor Teagardin, are you?”

“He killed my sister,” Arvin said, his voice low in his chest. “He tried to hurt you. Who says he won’t try that shit again?”

“Arvin, you don’t need to avenge me,” I said quickly. My hands grasped his, and I fumbled with his fingers to release the gun. “Lenora wouldn’t want this.”

“How do you know?” Arvin asked. His eyes, the color of dark West Virginian molasses, locked on mine, and his hands came up to capture my face. He was shaking violently, and I wasn’t sure that he would even be able to hold his gun. “None of us will ever know what Lenora would want. I knew her better than goddamn anyone else on this earth, and I think I know. I know, Y/N. And even if he didn’t manage to hurt you, it’s the thought that he would try that-- I don’t know how many other girls he’s got to. I’m doing this whole damn town a service by getting rid of him.”

I gulped in a breath, trying to stop myself from crying. “What’re ya gonna do once you’re done?” I asked. “You can’t stay here.”

“I’m not,” Arvin said. “I don’t know where I’m gonna go, but far away from fuckin’ Coal Creek. I want you to come with me.”

“Arv, I got my family here,” I said quickly. “My momma and my daddy, I can’t just leave them.”

“Y/N,” Arvin sighed heavily. His eyes softened and his thumb pressed into my cheek kindly, and he said, “I can’t leave you here. I love you too damn much.”

“Arvin Russell, I love you too, but I--” I began. “I can’t.”

“Y/N,” Arvin said firmly. “I love you. And I want you to come with me.”

This was different. Arvin had told me that he loved me before, but I always thought he had meant “as a friend” or “as a sister”. Had I been mistaken this whole time? Did Arvin care for me differently than he could ever care for Lenora? “You…” I started. “You love me?”

“I’ve loved you since the day I laid my eyes on you,” Arvin told me. “Fucking seventh grade, your hair was in these little braids, you offered me a seat on the school bus. I thought it was… A crush. But Lenora showed me real love, and I know that I love you. I have always loved you, Y/N. Please, wherever I go, I can’t go without you. I need you, love.”

Tears were welled up in Arvin’s eyes, and he sniffled back his emotions. I hated that. Arvin always tried to hide his emotions and, ever since I had known him, he had only cried in front of me once: the night Lenora died, he came to my house, eyes puffy, and he buried his head in my chest and heaved sobs into me. The strangled sounds of anguish had stayed with me and haunted me in the night, and I never wanted to see Arvin hurting like that again. “Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll come with you.”

Arvin nodded slowly. The tip of his tongue wet his bottom lip as he looked behind me to the small church, Pastor Teagardin’s fancy Cadillac parked in front. “Now, I don’t know what’s gonna happen in there,” he began. “Gimme an hour. If I ain’t back by then, leave. Get outta here, you never knew me. Alright?”

“You don’t think you’d…” I started, and the ache in my heart forced me to stop talking. “Don’t die, Arv. My heart couldn’t take it.” A moment passed where the both of us were still and silent, and finally Arvin’s hand carefully moved to the back of my neck. Quietly, he pulled me close to him and pressed his lips to mine, and my stomach flipped around inside of my body. I had never kissed anyone before, but his kiss felt right. Arvin broke the kiss first, his lips lingering just before mine, and I thought about how my momma had told me that boys didn’t like when girls made the first move. Arvin had kissed me first, though, so, if I kissed back, that wasn’t making the first move. My momma was forever concerned with how people saw me, but, if I was going to run away with a man about to murder, I felt like maybe those societal pleasantries could be pushed aside.

I took Arvin’s coat collar in my hands and tugged him closer, and I reconnected our lips. Arvin was on the same page as me, his hands falling to my waist as easily as if he had done it a hundred times before. His kiss was hungry, like a man depraved, and he guided me to lean against the car door. He moved on top of me, one hand moving above my head to brace against the car door, his other hand pushing my shirt up to expose my stomach. I knew he wanted to see more but was waiting for my permission, and I broke the kiss with a laugh. “This ain’t like ya, Arv,” I giggled.

Arvin seemed to almost wake up, and he moved away from me. “Sorry,” he said, his voice rumbling. “Don’t know what got into me--”

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I told him. “I was saying that you don’t normally ask for permission to do things, you just… Do.”

“When it comes to pretty girls, I always ask,” Arvin told me. He hovered over me again, his eyes drinking in the sight of me, and I pushed the rugged ball cap off of his head to expose his chestnut hair.

“Got a lotta experience with pretty girls, huh?” I asked, and the corner of Arvin’s mouth quirked into a devilish smile.

“Well, we doin’ this now, ain’t we?” Arvin asked. “I’m thinking this is all the experience I need.”

“Shut your fucking mouth and kiss me, Arv,” I scoffed, and Arvin dove back in. His palm rested on my jaw, his thumb on my cheek, and he kissed me like nobody has ever kissed me. His warm tongue was inside my mouth, drawing quiet moans from the depths of my chest, and his free hand pulled my shirt up, up, up, until I was forced to pull away from his mouth to tug it over my head. My mouth felt chapped from his dark stubble, but my breasts welcomed the roughness. He kissed my mouth, then my neck, then situated himself to bury his face between my breasts. He kissed them, then took one in his hand and squeezed until I whimpered, and I felt him smirk against my tender skin.

“Ya like that, darlin’?” Arvin rasped, and I nodded quickly. “I thought so. You’re making such damn pretty noises, I could listen forever.”

Arvin’s kisses trailed down the middle of my chest, then his mouth refocused on my nipple, stiffened with excitement. His tongue circled it and he gave it a hard suck, hard enough for me to yelp and pull at his hair. This seemed to urge him on, because he started to kiss and gently nip all over my breasts. My skin tingled with each kiss, and his knee found its way between my legs. His thigh pressed lightly into my already-soaked core, and I suddenly felt like I was suffocating with the heat inside of the car. “Arv, shit, hold on,” I mumbled and lifted my hips to take my pants off. His free hand came down and helped me, and his warm palm replaced his thigh once I was bare.

Not once had I ever been touched there. The feeling was foreign but not unwelcome, especially since it was Arvin. I panted, trying to sort myself out, and Arvin pressed a soft kiss to the shell of my ear. “You alright there, darlin’?” he asked, his hand melting away from my body. “Need me to stop?”

“No,” I said. “Keep going, Arv. Please. I’ll die if you don’t keep on.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Arvin chuckled, and his hand went back to my cunt. The pad of his middle finger massaged my wetness, and he pushed his finger past my folds and carefully pressed just the tip of his finger into me. I moaned at the sweet goodness of it all, and I opened my eyes to see Arvin watching me. He didn’t seem to be studying me-- his eyebrows weren’t drawn together in consideration-- but he seemed to be admiring me. I tugged him down to my lips by his hair and kissed him, and his finger pressed further into me. Arvin’s kiss moved to my neck, and he slowly began to pump his finger inside of me. I never knew anything could feel so good. “More,” I whispered, my head falling back to expose my throat to him, and he nipped at my throat before he pushed his ring finger in to meet his middle finger. “Fuck, Arv, this ain’t fair at all,” I gasped.

“What d’ya mean, darlin’?” Arvin asked, his fingers moving with increasing quickness inside me, massaging something in me that I didn’t know existed. It made my legs shake.

“Arvin,” I whimpered. “Take-- Oh, fuck!” His fingers had pressed right into that sweet spot in my body, and the pleasure made my middle seize up. “T-Take off those goddamn pants, please.”

“Always so polite,” Arvin smirked. His fingers retreated from me and, in the fading sunlight coming through the sweating windows, I saw my wetness glistening on his fingers as he undid his belt. He whipped his belt off and tossed it into the backseat before he started to take off his ripped and dirty work pants. Arvin worked on the roads and I knew that the hard labor had gotten him fit, but, as I pulled his shirt off while he removed his pants, I was faced with his body. His chest and stomach were as hard as a rock, his muscles taut under his skin, and his arms bulged with a tight but lithe strength. His middle came down in a sharp V to his cock, half-hard, the tip flushed, resting on one of his built thighs. I had never really paid attention to how attractive Arvin was-- he had a nice face and gave me tight hugs, but that was about as far as I thought of his body or attractiveness. Arvin was so much more than attractive, though. The sight of his body, tanned and scarred and built like an Italian statue, made me face a truth that might have been hard to swallow twenty minutes ago.

“Arvin,” I whispered, pressing my hand to his face. His cheek was warm under my fingers, and his jaw clenched as he awaited my words. “Fuck me, Arvin. I want you.”

“That’s what I was planning on doin’, darlin’,” Arvin drawled, and his hand went to his cock. He stroked himself a few times until he was fully hard, and, by then, he had a thin sheen on sweat on his upper lip. Maybe it wasn’t our clothes that made me sweat and suffocate; it was hot as the devil in this car. The windows were fogged up against the cool West Virginia night, and I reached up and pushed Arvin’s sweaty curls from his forehead. The moment of tenderness seemed to stop Arvin in his tracks, because his eyes lifted from himself to mine, and he gave me an uncharacteristically-sheepish smile. “Everything alright there?”

“Oh, I’m more than alright, Arv,” I whispered. “Just lookin’ at you.” The sunset, nearly done, cast orange light into the car, right onto Arvin’s face, and it caught the flush in his cheeks.

“I…” he started. “I ain’t ever done this before. Never got this far with a girl before.”

“Me neither,” I said. “I haven’t even been kissed before tonight.”

“You still want to…” Arvin began. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a tender intimacy that I was surprised to see existed inside of Arvin Russell.

“I do,” I said. “If it means I get a few extra minutes with you ‘fore you go confront Pastor Teagardin.”

“That’s not the only reason, is it?” Arvin asked.

“Of course not,” I told him. “I just don’t…” I paused and struggled for the right words. “Don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t,” Arvin said. “Son of a bitch ain’t even got a gun.”

The reminder of what Arvin had yet to do made me feel sick to my stomach. My Arvin wasn’t a murderer; was he? I felt the sick rise in my throat, and I struggled to open the car door and contort myself to vomit out into the gravel and grass. I felt Arvin take a handful of my loose hair and hold it away from my face, and I gasped as I felt the burning in my nose. “I shouldn’t’ve said that shit,” Arvin whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry, love.”

“So!” A man’s voice called, and I lifted my head to see Pastor Preston Teagardin standing a few yards away from the car, but certainly close enough to know what Arvin and I had been doing. “Couldn’t handle him, could ya, girly? Y’all got a little trigger in the back of y’all’s throats, ya know. Might do you good to remember that.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Arvin barked. His pants rustled as he pulled them back on, and he gave me his shirt to pull on quickly. My hands were shaking nearly too hard for me to dress myself, but I managed to put his shirt on my body. I shut the car door behind me as Arvin opened his, and I shoved the gun into the back of his pants quickly. I hoped that Pastor Teagardin hadn’t seen that. “Don’t you talk ‘bout my Y/N like that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Pastor Teagardin drawled, his voice dripping sarcasm like honey. ”I thought y’all were the ones fucking at the church!”

“You gotta lotta nerve talkin’ to me like that,” Arvin shouted. His voice bounced around the empty space, sending a chill up my spine. I grabbed my panties and pulled them on as I listened to the confrontation, and, even though I didn’t care too much for God, I made a quick prayer to protect my Arvin. “After what you did to my sister and my wife.”

Wife. Was he saying that to give himself humility? To add credence to his argument? No matter the reason, even if it was a slip of the tongue, it warmed my stomach and cemented in my mind that Arvin really did love me.

“What I did--!” Teagardin scoffed. “Your sister got in that state with some boy! She was delusional, got it in her head that I was the daddy and that I would provide! I had nothing to do with that bastard child! And your wife! Your wife? Who, the whore of Coal Creek, tryna fuck you on top of your sister’s grave?”

Arvin moved as quick as lightning, drawing his gun and focusing it on Teagardin. I saw the pastor flinch away and he shouted, “God damn it, boy! Put the gun down and we can talk ‘bout this like real men!”

Arvin’s thumb pulled back the hammer and I heard the solid click of a bullet entering the chamber. “I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be,” Arvin said, scarily calm.

“What makes you say that?” Teagardin asked. “‘Cause you’ve got a gun?”

“Any man can have a gun,” Arvin said. “It’s ‘cause I got the balls to use it.”

The gun went off, and the air froze. The second felt like a vacuum, forever expanding. I saw Arvin jolt away from the gunshot, I saw his arm kick up at the force of the gun, and I saw the back of Pastor Teagardin’s head explode like it had been detonated from inside.

I didn’t even realize that I was screaming. It hurt my throat and rang in my ears but I didn’t register it. It wasn’t until Arvin threw the car door open and kneeled down next to me that I became aware of what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop. Arvin’s face screwed up in anger and he slammed his hand down on the roof of the car hard enough to leave a dent. “God damn it, woman, shut your fucking mouth!” Arvin growled. “Someone’s gonna hear you!”

“Arvin,” I gasped. My entire body was shaking and the sick feeling returned. “Arvin, you--”

“I know what I did,” Arvin whispered firmly. “I know… Did you see where the bullet shell went?”

I shook my head quickly, my knees crawling up to press against my chest protectively. “No,” I sniffled. I was crying. “Arvin, we gotta leave here.”

“I know, love,” Arvin whispered. He sat in front of me for a second more before putting a shaking hand on my knee in a meek act of comfort. “You can go home. You can pretend like none of this ever happened.”

“How do I…” I began. “I’m never gonna be able to forget that… Looked like pie filling… And I can’t lose you, Arvin. Not-Not after I just got you the way I want you.”

“You really wanna come with me?” Arvin asked. “Ya sure?”

“Yes,” I told him. “I’m sure, Arvin. Please, fuck, get in the car, we need to go.”

Arvin returned to the car and we quietly put all of our clothes back on. Arvin gave me a bundle of floral fabric to wear instead of my pajamas, and I unraveled it to find a young woman’s dress. My heart sank and I looked at Arvin for an explanation, and he mumbled, “S’not Lenora’s. Found it in a box of my momma’s stuff, looked like your size.”

“You brought a dress along before you knew I’d agree to come with you?” I asked. I slipped off Arvin’s shirt and put the dress on and, when my head emerged, I found Arvin giving me that same tender look from before. “Unless you always knew I’d come with.”

“That’s the thing ‘bout you, love,” Arvin chuckled lightly. “You’re usually so predictable.”

As we left, I gave one last look to Pastor Teagardin’s body, laying in the grass and gravel, never knowing what happened to him. He heard the gunshot; maybe he felt the pain of the back of his skull exploding outward. As I watched his body disappear with the distance, I felt like I knew him well. He was a man-- a wicked man, yes-- but he preached it best. It wasn’t worth much to put up a fight against the sins of the flesh.

I wrapped my hands around Arvin’s free arm as he drove, and I pressed myself into him. Night fell as we drove, leaving our headlights to be the sole light, and it was once I saw a broke-down sign saying that we had entered Ohio that I thought to ask, “Where’re we going?”

“Knockemstiff, Ohio. I wanna go bury my dog and this gun and start over… With you.”

#arvin russell #tom holland #the devil all the time #tdatt #fanfic #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell x y/n #sm:ffh #peter parker #spiderman #mcu #avengers #sm:hoco #arvin russell smut #arvin russell angst #maybe two-parter #we'll see...

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greenghostlyjekyll · 2 years

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Starlight Express Characters' Corn Nut Ratings 🚂✨

rated by @smarticaleparticales , Aka Dr. Throw Rounds If You Disagree MD. Who doesn't know much about Stex outside of the bits I've told them. This is based mostly on first impression of seeing the character.

Rusty the steam engine: hmmmmmmmmmmm he looks like shy boy soooo original, don’t wanna give him anything too spicy

Greaseball the diesel engine : he gets none, he looks like an asshole

Electra the electric engine: there isn’t a corn nut worthy enough literally nothing could be as perfect

Poppa Mccoy : BBQ looks like he’d genuinely enjoy them, he seems sweet

Belle the sleeping car: i only have a ring…does she like ring flavored cornnuts? [so your rating is a marriage proposal?] Yes.

Pearl the observation car: oooooo jalapeño she can eat spicer if she wanted tbh. [lol goes to give her boyfriend a kiss but uh oh jalapeño.] AW NO WAIT POOR THING THE ORIGINAL IS ALREADY PROBABLY TOO SPICY--

Dinah the dining car: she can get ranch ones

Buffy the buffet car and Ashley the smoking car: they’d share the nacho corn nuts

Duvay the sleeping car: she seems sweet, she could get the Chile picante ones

Carrie the luggage van: looks like she thinks she can handle jalapeño flavored but she really can only handle bbq

Belle the bar car: gets ranch bc she looks like she’s cool af

Dustin the big hopper and Flat-top the brick truck: they'd share cheddar cheese ones

The Rockies: they seem hella goofy they get the party mix

The Hip Hoppers: i’ll give them whatever Rusty dropped eating, they can’t tell. Put ‘em in a bowl and sprinkle popcorn butter powder they won’t know

CB the red caboose: he gets original dipped in windex and draino, he wouldn’t know.

Joule the dynamite truck, Volta the freezer truck, Wrench the repair truck, Purse the money truck, and Krupp the armaments truck: i’m gonna just create a gay mix and give it too them

Killerwatt the security truck: he looks like he’d tell me my cornnuts were contraband

Espresso the Italian national champion: he is adorable. I would make him a pasta flavored cornnut. I will die for Espresso.

Brexit the British national champion: oh fuck this guy. He looks like he’d correct me on not calling my fries chips. Unsalted cornnut or crisps.

Hashamoto the Japanese national champion: his face paint makes him look ready to cry tbh. he’d get a seaweed flavored.

Ruhrgold the German national champion: HNG. HEAR ME OUT. [WHAT?] JUST LISTEN. HANG ON. [HUN.] JUST. I HAVE NO REAL DEFENSE BUT LIKE WAIT. DONT PUT ME IN HORNY JAIL I HAVE A LICENSE. [Still giving this engine a holy water corn nut?] Honestly its for me chief. [Lmao.] LOOK I WASNT PREPARED TO SIMP FOR A FUCKING TRAIN.

Turnov the Russian national champion: the drama. He gets sweet and sour corn nuts.

Bobo the French national champion: Bobo looks like a hobo. Viva la fuck you France. [Im guessin no corn nut for him then?] He gets one with all the flavor licked off.

BONUS (post 2018 rewrites)

Elektra the electric engine: to hell. Absolutely not. Not my Electra. Put him back in the depths. Where tf is the flavor? this is the definition of gentrification.

Momma Mccoy: y'know what i love it. The spunk is there.

Pearl the first class carriage: why are they unseasoning the trains

Caboose: a swift kick to the train nuts and force fed windex/draino corn nuts

Voltar the freezer truck: hmmmm i mean not bad. Its not good but its there. Its so plain.

Coco the French national champion: she looks mean. [She is.] I fucking knew it.

#starlight express #stex #corn nut rating #fandom #greenghostlyjekyll #sprite shenanigans #smarticaleparticales #bvhdajk #funny

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doingthingsthewriteway · 3 years

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas iv.

Summary: The finale

A/N: cross posted ao3

Taglist: @charmed-asylum @projectcampbell

Town was a buzz which meant Y/N desperately avoided it. She'd made the mistake of visiting her friend at the beauty parlor where the chatter of gossip fell silent as she walked in. Rosemary offered sympathetic eyes though only for the gossip of the other ladies, not the situation itself.

"You didn't tell me you're going steady with the sheriff!" She squealed, running her hands through Y/N's hair.

"It's news to me too."

Rosemary playfully smacked her arm. "Your hair's always been so pretty curled. Let me show ya how and I'll give ya some rollers so you'll look all pretty when he proposes."

Y/N knew better to interrupt Rosie and maybe she felt a little selfish. Rosie wasn't so much proposed to as it was her daddy standing with the barrel of his gun on her (now) husband's chest. At least Y/N was getting asked. Though, she didn't figure it was asking if there was only one answer teacher college said that wasn't right.

With a goodie bag of new products that Y/N insisted on paying for if the rollers were free, Y/N left town intent on getting home and staying there. She almost made it too. Lee was answering a call about a coyote which didn't amount to more than a skinny German Shepherd.

"Howdy, darling." He tipped his hat, toothpick rolling between his lips. "Reckon you could help me with the pooch?"

Lee took her bags from her arm, handbag included, and set them in his squad car. Y/N kneeled before the critter, extending a open hand. "C'mere sweetheart. I ain't gonna hurt ya."

The dog whimpered and eventually worked its way toward her. Lee carefully scooped up the dog and wrangled it into the back seat. "Gotta get this one to the dog catcher."

"Oh Lee, please don't!" Y/N surprised herself at her outburst. She practically through herself into his arms. "He'll kill it! It ain't done nothing wrong."

Lee did his best to hide his smile (which was pretty damn hard to do) at the tenderness in his little girl. He held her at arm's length, staring down at her with his head titled slightly. "Butcher said it was begging."

"Well you would too if you were that skinny."

A laugh shook his belly against hers. "I reckon you're right." Rubbing his jaw, he hummed slightly in thought. "Well if I can't take it to the dog catcher, what do you suppose I do?"

"Keep it." She wriggled out of his arms and to the window of the cruiser where the dog pressed its nose against the glass. "Could even train it to sniff out drugs or bombs."

Nodding, a crooked smile etched itself on his face. "I'll take it home with me for now." He scuffed the toe of his boot against the curb. "Christmas Eve, after the evening service I'm bringing you to my place."

Any elation at a good deed left Y/N immediately. Her shoulders visibly slumped-Lee ignored it for now, he'd put her in his place if she didn't take more pride in being his woman. Instead of protesting, she managed a "I didn't know you went to church."

"How else am I supposed to get Preacher to let us get hitched there?"

Y/N felt the burn of bile rise in her throat but said nothing, only nodding as she reclaimed her things and left. The thought of running, just getting in her car and speeding away but Lee's hand was in everything making that no longer a viable option. She was inevitably stuck.

Staying hunkered in her house was wearing her down. The air fell thick and heavy in the house whenever she happened to cross the path of her mother. Her father could barely talk to her anymore which stung in a way she couldn't quite describe. Y/N hadn't changed yet everyone in this godforsaken town acted like it.

Going with the motions was all she could do. She curled her hair the night before Christmas Eve, keeping it rolled up until the absolute last minute. Her Christmas dress was a rich green made of crushed velvet that her grandmother bought what seemed like a lifetime ago.

Keeping her coat thrown over her arm, pocketbook tucked away, she lingered by the front door. Lee's headlights shown through the windows. His boot stomps on the porch foretold his knock and she opened the door.

"Wow." He murmured under his breath, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "You look wonderful, like an angel."

Rosy cheeks met him in response. "Let's go, we don't want to be late for the service."

Hours later, bums sore from the wooden pews, Lee's palms sweat. He suppressed the anticipation as best he could but something about the candlelight and the stain glass of the church just made Y/N look all the more like the woman of his dreams. Several men winked and women gave his arms a squeeze as the townspeople lingered on the front steps. Snow dusting everyone's shoulders.

Y/N, patient if not overly so, played her part well. An admittance of defeat for her cause. Gently resting her head on his shoulder as he traded jokes with the mayor served as a signal for Lee. "Y'all have merry Christmas. Time for me to take my lady home."

Odd how the townspeople were indifferent to Lee's anticipated behavior yet teenagers couldn't go any further than a peck on the lips without a biblical intervention. Yet, here the town was encouraging sin. Perhaps, Lee being Y/N's problem was better than Lee being Knockemstiff's problem.

"I've fixed the house up as best I could. Needs a woman's touch to feel like home until we find a place all our own."

"Are you sure about this? About me?" Last ditch effort, a Christmas miracle if there ever were one.

"Darlin' I'm more sure about you than anything in my entire life."

His house was plain bearing only the necessities. To her relief, the dog from days before greeted the two at the door. Tail thumping against their legs a howl. "Merry Christmas to you too, buddy."

"He's gonna need a name, momma." Lee's grin pressed into her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Our baby boy needs a name."

"You were gonna slaughter him a week ago. Now he's your baby?"

"What can I say? You changed me." His hips continued to press into her back, swaying softly until just the right amount of friction caused his cock to press into her ass. "Now, we gotta open presents."

"I didn't-"

"Silly girl. I didn't give you any money to buy anything you're my present." He pulled her to the sorriest looking tree she'd ever seen. A small black box with a big red bow sat under it. Slowly, he opened the box as he dropped to one knee. "Will you marry me, Y/N?"

A pause was not the appropriate response. Almost immediately, he grabbed her wrist yanking him toward her. "C'mon darling. Here I am asking nicely instead of just taking what's mine." He shoved the ring on her finger (admittedly the prettiest thing she'd ever seen).

Gripping her jaw, he planted a firm kiss on her lips forcing his tongue through. Struggling was also not appropriate response. A firm slap on her ass caused her to flinch and squeal.

"Easy girl. Just relax. You're in your place now: home for Christmas with me."

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker imagine #lee bodecker imagines

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doodle-do-wop · 3 years

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Smol Gallagher Girls headcanons

(Toddler edition)

Cammie either followed Rachel everywhere or clung onto Matt's leg, no in between

Zach had the blankest stare in the history of blank stares

Always wanted upies and you can fight me on this

Kim Lee has 3 older siblings and none of them were allowed to ever leave her alone after a firework accident involving a match, two bottles of oil, an old bucket, 5 fireworks, and a bottle of ketchup

Mick was and will always be daddy's little princess

Anna Fetterman knew how to open doors easily and was an escape artist, her dad was thankful when she grew out of said escape artist phase

And then it came back-

Eva is raised by her grandma and nothing will ever change my mind

I feel like Tina's parents have been in a lowkey rocky relationship for a long time

Courtney Bauer had a childhood dog named Stinky who was a german shepherd mix

The only good memory Macey ever had of her parents was when she was very young and Senator McHenry sat her on his lap and put some headphones over her ears as he listened to the news, it's now the reason she sleeps with headphones on, to hold onto that one precious memory

At least 3 of the Gallagher Girls ate a bug as a kid

Liz picked up 'oopsy daisy' from a cartoon she watched once with her parents

Mick and Anna have met each others parents and Mick's dad totally took the opportunity to show off pictures of his little girl(this is after going to Gallagher)

I know Bex's parents are always moving around and doing missions but I dont have a doubt in my mind they somehow have a very large collection of baby pictures and Bex is determined to find it

Cammie has seen said pictures but its never mentioned because it wasnt reverent to the plot

Courtney lost a tooth on her 6th birthday because she smashed her head into her cake a little too hard

Eva wore sandals everywhere and always stubbed at least one toe a day, that or she was barefoot

Abuelita Alvarez could not keep shoes on this toddler

Grant is a mommas boy

#gallagher girls #everyday i get 5 miles closer to insanity #gallagher girls series

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noah-moth-cursed-chaos · 2 years

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Yet again I hide all of this down inside

Rodney froze up when he walked by Even. He didn’t mean to but every time he saw the sentinel’s past it was just-stained in blood, stained in anger and bitterness and he knew it wasn’t Even’s fault. You couldn’t pay him to hold it against the poor guy. Not in a million years. He knew there was probably nothing Even wanted more than to be free from his job. That didn’t mean it was pleasant to see. He saw the odd look the other was giving him and forced a nervous smile, it wasn’t like he could do anything. What was there to do? To say? I’m sorry you’ve been forced to kill people? It’s horrible that the people who should’ve been family to you are scared of you instead? I know more about your past than I have any right to and I will not speak of it to a single soul because the things I know are more personal than what would keep most people awake at night.

“Are.. you okay?” Even asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah uh-I’m just a bit tired. I gotta head home, say hi to HB for me okay?”

As he walked away he silently cursed himself out, he didn’t think he was supposed to know that HB knew Even. Regardless, he didn’t think Ezra’s old friend wanted to hear from her weird little brother who tried to scare him away from her. There was no way he knew Rodney knew what he’d face as a result of that friendship.

Ezra didn’t even know. He wondered if she blamed him for HB’s disappearance. Well-she didn’t even know his name was HB now. All he wanted to do was help. He wondered if he’d made things worse.

He was tired. He wanted to see his dog.

He unlocked the apartment door, walking in, closing it behind him and walked over to the couch, laying on it and calling for Tiny. The German Shepard dog came running over, tail wagging like crazy, he hopped onto the couch to curl up in his arms. He let out a quiet sigh, burying his face in the dog’s fur, “I dunno what I’d do without you, boy.” He muttered, “… Do you think I’m useful?” No response, of course not, Tiny was a dog. But he was a good listener. “I mean I just feel like everybody has their thing Y’know? Everybody else anyway. Ted and Ezra help so many people. Their powers make them so much better at their jobs. Mom can alter people’s dreams. And momma might not have magic but she’s so creative, it seems like making things just comes so naturally to her.”

He scratched the dog between the ears, “I mean even people who aren’t in my family, Doorlock and Whatsit are observant and Chase is fast and Clutch can hack anything. Horace has enough determination to do anything he sets his mind to. Dete finds hidden details like they’re more obvious than what’s right in front of his face. Gracie is great at mechanics. They all have their things and they help people and they never have to hide what they’re good at.” He frowned, “… What’s the point of seeing through time if I can barely ever change anything? If I can’t help anyone? It’s never things I can just talk to people about and when I do anything they never listen.” He paused, “… do you think I’m the only one like this, bud? I mean, I wouldn’t be shocked but I just. Part of me wishes I wasn’t alone? I feel alone. Yeah I can talk to my family or you or try to change what I can but-nobody else goes through this. Nobody else has everyone else’s memories and futures and trauma in their head constantly. When other people have nightmares it’s not about other people’s lives, they don’t have to try and figure out what happened so they can be sure nobody gets hurt. Other people don’t walk down the street and end up brushing shoulders with someone and all of a sudden knowing why that person doesn’t talk to their family anymore.” Tiny tilted his head, nudging Rodney. "... Am I a freak?"

#lego experiments undercover #writing #ask #asks

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julessworldd · 4 years

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Cheerleader and the future rockstar

Warnings: cussing, there’s a jock being an ass talking about the Oc in a gross, sexual way. arguing a little.

A/N: I don’t know much about Izzy’s family life, like his mom and brothers name. I think the one I had is right for his younger brother. And what year he finished high school, bare with me. Oc’s home life is sorta sucky even though she’s the rich cheerleader. she’s not snobby at all like the sterotype everyone has about cheerleaders. I will make a part 2!

@slashscowboyboots @roger-taylors-car @reigns420 @awildkaitlynhasappeared @ginny-rose-sixx @izzysguitar since you liked the post last night about the upcoming fic :)

High school Au of Izzy.. Izzy falls for the cheer captain after, she offers her help on an essay in English. Here's the thing the cheerleader has loved Izzy since he grabbed her from falling down the stairs, sophomore year.

Many know Jeff Isbelle or now Izzy for lots of things. He was the cool, stoner, who was planning on being a rockstar with his buddy, Bill Bailey. To some teachers he was hell on wheels, "The badboy" even though he barely talked. Jocks: Izzy was a creep, just another shadow, stupid stoner who needs to have better life plans. To Judith Channing Izzy was: her crush of two years, wanted to spark a conversation, but her red and black cheer uniform stopped her. Izzy hated the cheer squad because their "Loyalty" to the jocks, they were too happy for his liking at 10 am. Judith remembers when Tommy Lockeler tried to push her down the 3rd floor stairway after, she told him she thought he was nothing but a whore and didn't want to go on a date. Felt like it was yesterday..

I stared at Tommy as he was putting his claim about him being a manwhore. His face got redder and redder by the minute..

"Keith told me you had such a tight pussy, Channing. Wanna let me test his theory out? Probably won't you're just a bitch", Tommy spat back.

"Fuck you, Tommy. You just proved my point right there! God, you're so stup-", I felt the air out of my chest leave as I tumbled backwards into someone's arms. "Whatever", I heard Tommy stomp away. "Hey, hey. You okay?", I heard a soft but gravely voice ask. I opened my eyes to see a tallish boy with medium brown hair, hazel eyes holding me, face with concern. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for not letting me bust my head open, uh?", I said, holding my hands flat on his chest, one hand clutching his Rolling Stones' shirt. "Jeff, but I go by Izzy. Aren't you that Channing girl?", Izzy said, pulling me up, pushing a hair out of my face. "Yeah, I'm Judith. Nice to know my hero's name, Izzy", I blushed. Izzy grinned, "What made Tommy try to commit murder after lunch anyways?" I smoothed out my uniform skirt, "Just the guy I lost my-", I realized what I was about to say to the new guy. "My hat, this summer. Tommy wanted to- '', I said, but Izzy nodded and seemed to understand what my 'hat' actually was.

"Well, Keith needed to keep his mouth shut. Tommy is just an asshole, he's a jock they're all the same'', Izzy grumpled. "Yeah, you're right", I said. "Judith! We're gonna be late to practice, come on!", Erin yelled down the hall. "Thanks again, I appreciate it a lot. See ya around, Izzy", I smiled. "No problem. Have a good practice, Jude", Izzy said, reaching into his jacket pocket for his Malobros. I watched Izzy smirk and skip down each stair, his cute ass bouncing as he went down. "Judith!", Erin yelled again, taking me away from my hero.

Crazy how that's been two years ago, Izzy doesn't recognize me or chose to at least. After that day, I had a big secret crush on the Johnny Thunders of Lafayette. No guy gets me like Izzy does, Izzy barely knows me but he has such a big affect on me. I walked into Mr. Allan's senior english class, there was a seat by the window, behind this dark headed boy. I sat down behind him, judging if I liked this seat. It was close enough to board, not in the very very front, nice view outside. "Oh Mike?", the kid turned around. "Oh, you're not Mike. Hi", I looked up and it was Jeff Isbelle. "No, sorry. Is this seat taken?", I asked as my heartrate rose. "No, he came in for a minute, guess he left before I noticed", Izzy said. "Okay class, let's get started!", Mr. Allan clasped his hands together. Allan was going over what we would be doing in the class before we graduated in June. Same bullshit honestly. Read Shakeperse, write essays, read other dead guys' writings.

Two weeks later, Izzy was still seated in front of me. Making 3rd period class time hell, if you call getting to see his beautiful self plop down everyday. "Alright guys, we finished McBeth and now I'm wanting you to write about how you took the play. I'm asking if you liked the ending, if not write how you would have ended instead. You can use the books, notes we took, even chapter tests I gave back. Due in two weeks", Mr. Allan stated before sitting back at his desk. It was getting close to 4th period, meaning I could leave for the day, no cheer practice today too.

"Hey Judith?", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what's up?", I asked from writing my draft. "Did you keep anything from this unit? I lost my binder", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what do you want?", I smiled. "Notes, I guess. I'm not sure how I wanna write this shitty essay", Izzy grinned. Damn what a beautiful smile. I handed him every note I took on the play, side notes, everything. "Pretty smart for a cheerleader", Izzy said, grabbing my notes. "I liked the play really well, okay?", I fought back. "If you say so, Judith", Izzy turned back around.

I walked in the empty room, well thought it was empty. Izzy was sitting in a desk next to Mr.Allan's desk, "Oh sorry, sir", I started to turn around. "It's okay, Judith. Actually, I need you for something", Mr. Allan smiled. I stood next to Izzy. "With what?", I asked. "Mr. Isbelle said you gave him his notes, the first day I assigned this essay. I'm just wanting to make sure he's not lying is all", Mr. Allan said. "Jeff is telling you the truth, sir. He asked if I still had anything about the play and wanted my notes for a starting point, I guess. You said we could use anything we did for the play", I said, starting to get offended he would assume Izzy stole my notes and wanted to cheat.

"Okay, Judith. Well, since you're here go sit down.", Mr. Allan breathed out, probably embarrassed and a 17 year old girl started him out. The ball rang making Mr.Allan go out for hall duty and talk to other teachers.

"Hey", Izzy said, standing in front of me. "Hi, Jeff", I smiled. "Thanks for backing me up with dickhead. If I tell you this, will you promise me you won't go to practice and gossip about me?", Izzy said clenching his jaw, he looked really hot. "Of course, Jeff. What's up?", I asked, rubbing my thumb over my other hand. "Your notes helped some, but I'm still stuck. Maybe, it's writer's block I need you to help me crap out this dumb essay. Please?", Izzy said. "Yeah, no problem, Jeffrey. I have cheer until 4:45, but I can meet you somewhere after.", I smiled. Izzy stared at me for a second, "Sure, that's cool. I can give you my address, mom's working late."

I pulled up to Izzy's place, couple cars were parked outside. I decided to stay on the side of his street and yard, leaving a place for his mother. Izzy stepped out for a smoke as I got out, pulling my brother's t-shirt down. "Boyfriend's shirt?", Izzy blew out smoke from his lips. "No, brother's actually", I said, slinging my bag on my shoulder more. "Oh. Didn't know you had siblings, you gave me the spoiled only kid vibe", Izzy deadpanned. "No, three older brothers and two younger sisters.", I said, feeling small and embarrassed by Izzy. "My brother is here, just ignore him the best you can. He brought home some hamburgers, if you're hungry.", Izzy said, holding the door open. It was an average, but comfortable home. Pictures of Izzy and his brothers, with their mother lined the walls and a few tables. Tv by the wall, couple couches, chairs. Something wet touch my shein, "Sadie! Down. I'm sorry I thought Kevin set her out.", Izzy started to pull Sadie away by her collar. "She's okay. I have two dogs myself, I'm in her house, she's just checking me out. Yeah, you're a pretty girl", I said, bending down to pet her. "What kind of dogs?", Izzy said, sitting on a chair next to Sadie. "German shepherd, named Phoenix, Golden Retriever, Jagger. Jagger is new she's my baby like Phoenix", I said giggling as Sadie licked my hand. "Cool", Izzy mumbled. "Do you wanna start your essay or let me see what you have? Might not have to even start over", I got up and stood by his chair. "Damn, you're really about that essay", Izzy got up, going where I amused his room.

"Boys, I'm home!", A woman's voice entered the room. "Oh hi, dear. I didn't know Jeff had a girl over.", She smiled. "Yeah, I'm helping him on an english essay. I'm Judith Channing", I got up and grinned. "Channing? Channing? Is your father's name Frank?", She asked. "Yes, that's him", I said. "I went to high school with him, how is he?" "That's nice, uh he's good. Still in Chicago", I said. "Chicago?" "Yeah, business trip", I said, hoping Izzy would dash in or holler for me to come to see his room. "Does Jeff know you're here?", She asked with a worried look. "Yeah, we met outside. He went to his room for his english stuff, guess he fell to China '', I giggled. "Tell me about it, damn boy takes forever. Jeff! Did you forget about Judith? Jeffery Dean!", His mother yelled.

"Mom, hey. Though I told you to come with me, Judith?", Izzy said standing beside me. "How was work, Momma?", Izzy hugged her. "Hi, I'm Kevin and you are?", Kevin, Izzy's younger brother checked me out. "Kev, let her alone she's with me", Izzy said, standing beside me protectively. "You're way way out of my brother's leguage. Hey Mom", Kevin said. "Come on. Holler if you need anything", Izzy grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. He grabbed my bag on the way. "Crack your door, Jeff. I mean it!", his mother yelled. Izzy's room was nice, typical posters, navy blue bed set, desk with papers and pens, small nightstand with a picture of his family, set of records by his recorder player. I slid my shoes off by his desk and sat on the chair. Izzy flopped on his bed, unamused.

"So what did you think about McBeth?", I asked. Izzy shrugged. "Izzy, your perspective is gonna help write this essay. Tell me", I scoffed. "Just a crazy dude that got killed for letting his power go to his side over what a couple hags had to say. I liked when he got ambushed by the people", Izzy sighed, rubbing his hair around. "Okay, see that helps. So,you liked the ending and we can stretch your thought out into five paragraphs", I said, looking for a pencil. "Listen, Judith I'm not in the mood for a stupid play from a dead guy from 400 years ago. Mr.Allan can go fuck himself", Izzy scoffed out. "If you didn't want me over why did you ask for my help. I do have other shit to do, Izzy", I pinched the bridge of my nose. This fucker made me drive half way cross town for this essay. "Then why did accept to come over and help?", Izzy spat back. "I don't know? Probably because I always help people who need help. It's what nice people do anyways", I rolled my eyes.

“Why did I have to ask a smart cheer captain for help?”, Izzy groaned.

“Sorry to break your little stereotype of cheerleaders being dumb and only want to fuck. You know what, Iz? I’m leaving, who cares if you finish the damn essay. Not like you care if you fail or pass, L.A won’t care either way”, I stood by his bed at his nightstand. Izzy stared up at me with confusion. “How do you know wanna go to L.A? I’ve never had a conversation with you before english”, Izzy raised up. “Bill told me you were thinking about if after graduation, he asked my help for math. We have talked before, Izzy. Sophomore year, you caught me from falling to my death after Tommy Lockeler, pushed me down the stairs. You had a Rolling stones shirt on, your hair a little shorter, guess I landed in your arms on a good day.”, I said, with tears in my eyes. “That’s you? No wonder you look familiar besides being a cheerleader. I’m sorry for being a dick, you did come out of your way for me.”, Izzy stood up from his bed. “It’s fine, Izzy. Why don’t you just bullshit it? I’m not feeling too great”, I sighed, walking to his desk for my bag. “Wait. Please don’t leave, I really need your help. I really liked the book and I’m sorta stuck.”, Izzy grabbed my wrist.

“Okay. If I see you slacking I’m out, Isbelle”, I said. “Sit”, Izzy said, pushing his office chair to me. “Thanks”, I smiled. Izzy pushed a hair out of my face, “Sorry, it was bothering me” I blushed, before looking away from him. Izzy chuckled, “Something you hiding from me, Judith?” “Tell you what, if you finish the essay, I’ll tell you what I’m hiding, deal?”, I bit my lip. “Deal”, Izzy smirked. Izzy’s brain was flowing and his hand was scribbling on the paper like he didn’t need me over. “Anndd done”, Izzy said, throwing his pencil in the cup he had on his desk. “Let me read it first”, I grabbed the two pages. “You lied”, Izzy whined. I scanned his paper looking for details of the play, if he had the right grammar, punctuation. “Looks good, Izzy. I’m proud”, I laid the paper down. “Thanks, now tell me why you were blushing?”, Izzy laid his hand on my jean clad thigh. “Do I have to?”, I whined. “I did my part, so it’s your turn, Channing”, Izzy said, not breaking his poker face. “Okay, don’t get mad. I have had a crush on since you caught me that day, at times I’m happy Tommy attempted to murder me that day. You happy?”, I stood from his chair and paced besides his bed. “Judith”, Izzy said.

“Hey, Judith, calm down. I have to tell you something too”, Izzy said, grabbing my hand. “What?”, I asked, scared to death he was gonna kick me out. “I like-”, “Hey dinner is ready”, Kevin opened his door, looking down at our hands. “I better get home, mom’s probably worried.”, I lied, she didn’t give a damn about me and my whereabouts. “Okay, I’ll walk you out”, Izzy said. We reached my car, “Well,thanks for the help. Guess I needed to be forced to write”, Izzy said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “No problem, I liked hanging out with you”, I smiled. Izzy nodded, “Be safe” “Sure thing. Night Izzy”, I said, unlocking my car door. Izzy stood until I turned at the stop sign from his house. I tried to skip school, to avoid the awkwardness between me and Izzy. He got really quiet after his brother barged in yesterday, at least he was nice enough to walk me to the car and waited for me to get on the main road again.

I was headed to lunch but was really wanting to sneak out to my car and drive around for a while. Looking through the glass doors that lead to the front parking lot, I could hear my car whine for me to leave. “Fuck it”, I thought grasping the door and pushed it open. “Where do you think you’re going, missy?”, A deep male voice startled me. I turned around to see Izzy grinning. “Oh it’s just you. Come on, let’s ditch”, I smirked. Izzy nodded and opened the door. We ran down the stairs, to my car, laughing. “Why did you wanna skip? You have a good attendance record?”, Izzy asked, plopping into the passenger seat. “Just ready to leave, school was boring. I don’t have cheer practice today. You?”, I asked, starting the car. ‘Shattered’ The Rolling Stones played quietly. “Same reason as you, just fuck it. Didn’t take you as a Stones fan?”, Izzy smirked as I pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards town. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Izzy. My dog is named after Mick Jagger, remember?”, I smirked. Izzy nodded his head to the beat of the song, going through my cassette tape collection.

We got out of my car and went to a pair of swings, Izzy groaned. “What’s the matter, afraid one of the stoners will catch you with the cheerleader?”, I smirked. “No, princess. Just haven’t swung since I was 9”, Izzy grumbled. “Suit yourself, Jeff”, I pushed my legs to swing. “You like cheerleading?”, Izzy asked. “It’s alright”, I said. Izzy lit a cigarette and watched me swing my legs back and forth. Izzy caught me as I slowed down, holding the chain, pulling me close to him. I looked in his hazel eyes, cigarette creeped on his breath. “After, I killed Kevin for bargin in on us last night. I got to thinking, we’re getting closer to graduation. I’m bailing this hoosier state, you’re probably going on to join a sorority at Purdue. I wanna tell you something”, Izzy said, breath fanning my neck. “What is it?”, I whispered. “I like you and wanna know if you’ll be my girl?”, Izzy nipped my bottom earlobe. I pulled him into a kiss, holding his shoulders, “Thought you would never ask, Jeff” Izzy smiled down at me. “And I’m not going to college, Iz. I don’t have to pay to have friends, just so you know. Thinking about going to New York actually”, I whispered. “Wanna join me out west? Don’t go to New York, just cold as Indiana, baby”, Izzy held my waist. “I can do that”, I grinned, kissing his cheek.

#izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin fanfic #highschool au #Oc!reader #Judith Channing

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crystal-moon-101 · 4 years

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My redesigns for this popular trio!

The Secret Generator 10 (Or Celebrity Trio but that doesn’t really work for me because of Zak...) I’ve been meaning to get around to doing this, since I am really fond of these three boys. With Zak and Rex both being part of my top two shows of all time. Sorry Ben....

-Zak Saturday-

He was the most fun working with. His warm colour palette isn’t something I work with often, but I think I did alright. He also as some small details you might notice, like the fangs, eyes and scales.

Notes:

14 Years Old

5′5 (Will only grow to be 5′8. Which confuses him since both sides of his family have very tall genes. Ulraj pokes fun at him, saying all that height is going towards his ‘Kur Form’)

Dead on the inside.

Aggressively Pansexual

His human side has been growing reptilian features. Noticeable fangs, scales growing around his lower neck, around his chest and upper back/shoulders, pure orange eyes with pupils that can become thin slits and a slight forked tongue.

Even also displays some reptile behaviour. E.g, soaking up sunlight on a rock, alert nature, able to stand still as a statue. (He’s done these things since he was young. His parents just thought it was something he picked up from Komodo.)

The light that forms around his eyes when using his powers have darkened the skin around his eyes. (Suggested by my friend)

He is oddly thin and lanky, but it’s often hard to see because of the baggy clothes he wears.

That being said, he’s a lot stronger than you think he is. Can easily lift people twice his size.

Constantly has to get new hair ties. They keep breaking because 1. Every time his powers cause all of his hair to flow, the tie snaps. 2. Working out in the wild, it keeps getting snagged by tree branches or slipping off when he tumbles downhills.

While quiet and casual outside of battles, he will become a lot like his mother on the field.

Has freckles from his maternal side. His mother doesn’t have them, but Doyle does.

Will casually mention his ridiculously and scary adventures like they’re nothing, not because he’s bragging, but because he truly doesn’t understand what normal really is.

So use to being grabbed by the scruff of his shirt that he will always go limp when you grab him like that, much like a baby animal.

While he can act very eerie and strange, he’s a very sweet and understanding guy.

That being said, he can be hella scary when he wants to be.

Don’t mess with his family or he will send an army of Grootslangs to your house.

Still trying to figure out his placement in life and what Kur was really meant to be.

After being taught by his family and uncle, he went to Tsul 'Kalu to be his new mentor.

-Rex Salazar-

I think I changed him the least, but I added extra details and made his shirt, pants and shoes into a one-piece suit. It always baffles me how he can pull off this colour scheme so well.

And while I didn’t draw it here. I would definitely make his pure EVO form a lot smaller. Make him come across more like a monstrous zombie robot thing. The reason why is because those EVO forms he had just felt like they belonged to different shows, like transformers. A more creature design would fit better, I feel.

Notes:

16 Years Old

6′1 (Will grow to be 6′5. Yeeeeeee, he’s a big guy.)

Lady killer~

Best wingman and even offers pretend dates to help you.

Can always hear and feel the technology around him. Strange to everyone else, but he’s learnt to live with it. Even comes in handy when trying to find a good wifi connection.

Knows when to cut the bullcrap.

He does have a bit of a science brain, but he uses it differently than his family had.

Constantly jumping between worlds. Sometimes even tossed by someone.

Talks in his sleep, mostly reciting nanite binary coding.

Lonely lad and child solider, great mix, right?...

Goes all out with holidays. He once, somehow, got real snow in Providence. No one knows how to this day.

Hates lightening.

Has nearly called Holiday and Six mum and dad multiple times.

Has a lot more abilities he has yet to discover. (Including turning people EVO.)

Never asked for any of this, but, eh, what ya gonna do

Is always overexcited when doing normal things. (Werids out Noah a lottt.)

You’re endangered if he decided to use his full raw power. (Key signs to look out for is a large amount of circuit patterns covering him, glowing eyes, tips of his hair glowing too, sharp metal growths and technology around you flashing like crazy.)

Loves Imagine Dragon.

Sharp eyelashes.

Just wants hugs, give him hugs!

Always frustrated when someone from his past tries talking to him about the past. Sometimes he wonders if people forget.

Skilled drawer and smooth singer.

Has an EVO pet (Her name is Siri, Btw)

Some have compared him to being a living, breathing nanite.

Eager to have family game nights! “Poker doesn’t count, Bobo...”

Once had a malfunction, his whole body was out of wack. (Noah laughs about it and even has some recordings, much to Rex’s dismay.)

Has a civilian outfit that Noah put together. (He refuses to take off his goggles, however.)

-Ben Tennyson-

Now, I already made a redesign for him, along with Gwen, Julie and Kevin (Both for teen and kid versions). I used the same look, just adjusted some details and colours.

Notes:

15 Years Old

5′9 (And he stays that height. He peaked in height very young, but stop growing quickly. This does annoy him.)

Dumbass with bad impulse control.

Even he’s confused by how he keeps attracting women.

Had a rather lonely childhood with many bullies. (It’s why he often seeks attention, he’s afraid of being alone and forgotten again.)

It’s also what made him jealous of Gwen when they were young. Most treated her like the better of the two.

Pretty crap at sharing his feelings. He would rather play it off as a jerk, then go and drown himself in smoothies...

A secret momma’s boy. “Benny Bear” As his mother likes to call him.

Has an interesting dynamic with Azmuth. Despite their arguments, they balance each other well. Others have even seen them taking care of each other (Almost like father and son), but the pair will always deny this and say it’s ‘strictly’ professional.

Surprisingly great with kids. (This was truly noticed when seen around his 14 baby chills.)

In the future, he will have a nasty wound on the battlefield, which will result in the Omnitrix becoming his new arm and merging with him.

When he takes thing seriously, you know shits going down!

Has a german shepherd name Boston.

Likes to call Vilgax ‘Calamari’.

Has grown to be close to most Tennyson members. (E.G Camille, who was actually his babysitter after she joined the family.)

He doesn’t like peacocks after...an incident at the zoo. His mother still apologizes to this day.

Decent singer and very skilled at the guitar.

Has picked up combat moves from Tetrax.

Has always felt like he’s nothing without the watch. Others have said otherwise.

He knows how to speak certain alien languages, Galvan being one of them.

His schedule is a nightmare, because something is always popping up that involves him. This means he sometimes forgets to eat, sleep or even wash. It’s why he’s often caught napping.

Sometimes wonders if he’s human or alien at this point, maybe something else entirely.

Very soft poofy hair.

Is hated by almost all his villains. He just loves pissing them off.

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darlingf1 · 4 years

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MY MOTHER'S THOUGHTS ON FORMULA ONE DRIVERS

since i don't have any friends that will put up with sending them 20 formula one drivers, i showed them to my mother and got her opinions and guessed their ages in the process.

DISCLAIMER: these are her opinions, not mine. these are NOT judges of character, only of looks/general "vibes" my mom got from their photos. also some of these are short cause she kinda just went "eh" or shrugged whenever i showed her them.

LEWIS: oooh! he’s yummy. he’s kinda too skinny tho. his tattoos are hot. he needs better hair choices too. (she liked it when it was shorter) she guessed him 26. (and was SHOCKED when i told her he was 35)

VALTTERI: she said he has no lips and spock ears. (or elf ears) guessed him 33

MAX: he definitely looks special (i had told her about how some people call him sid the sloth). his ears are massive and that hat is holding them down. his eyes are weird too. guessed him 25.

ALEX: he’s nice. kinda cute. he’s so cheesy.(also said lily was cheesy) also said he has a receding hairline. guessed him 26.

SEBASTIAN: ugh, he’s so nerdy. also insulted the german language (she also called hanna boring :(() guessed him 35. didn’t get any cuter the longer she looked at him. said out of the trio (lewis, seb, daniel), he’s the only that looks in his 30s.

CHARLES: he looks fun. like he knows how to have a good time. also he speaks french, so it’s a plus he looks like he has manners. looks like a mommas boy. she guessed him 24

DANIEL: oh, there’s something about italians. and he’s aussie? he’s pretty, which normally means they’re not that smart. (she thought his thigh tattoo was hot, too) guessed him 27 liked his texas shirt, liked his dimples looked good for his age. (she also said that guys like him are normally one-night stand material, not boyfriend material🤷🏻‍♀️)

ESTEBAN: why is his head so weird? guessed him 27

CARLOS: he was cuter when he had longer hair and no beard. thought his hat was too big for his head. guessed him 27

LANDO: his eyebrows are not cute. they look like caterpillars. also he looks like a girl. guessed him 22

PIERRE: i told her that he is french and her only response was, "oui oui" so take that with what you will. guessed him 21. (yes, my mother really thought pierre was younger than lando)

DANIIL: bust out laughing and said, "he looks like spock". guessed him 26.

LANCE: he's so nerdy. guessed him 22.

CHECO: eh, he's alright. looks like the kinda guy who got married at 24. guessed him 31.

ROMAIN: romain- ew. me no like. said he has no eyebrows. guessed him 37.

KEVIN: he looks short. and looks better than his teammate. guessed him 36.

KIMI: he looks like a douche. he looks rude. guessed him 45.

ANTONIO: he has a big nose. is he short? he looks short. guessed him 26.

GEORGE: ew. he looks 12. she doesn’t like that he cuffs his jeans. called him a grean bean. guessed him 22.

NICHOLAS: eh, he looks like a guy who works at a coffee shop in west LA. guessed him 25.

so yeah, feel free to give your thoughts on my mom's opinions!

#f1 #formulaone #opinions #i’m not gonna tag all the drivers #cause i’m lazy #but i’ll tag a few #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #lando norris #george russell #charles leclerc #sebastian vettel

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squishneedsahero · 3 years

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Memories

Lost to Time | Part 1

Word Count: 2824

Summary:

The story of an original character, Allison Bennett. Growing up black in the short period between the world wars wasn't easy but Allison had friends who stuck with her no matter what. She was ambitious and had a million things she wanted to achieve in her lifetime and would try only to be told by the world that due to who she was it wasn't possible and she'd never live up to her dreams.

Allison Bennett. That was who she was, the daughter of an interracial couple, in Brooklyn in the 1920s. It wasn't a normal situation but she and her parents got along well as well as they could. Her mother and father spent all their time working to survive and make sure Allison could have the best childhood possible.

It was when Allison was 3 that her mother passed away from complications with a pregnancy. Allison's new sibling didn't make it either, though she didn't fully understand at the time what had happened, Allison knew it was bad. Her father, though loving and caring withdrew from her. He'd make sure she had the items needed to take care of herself then would go out on fishing boats for a week at a time, it was the only way he could make sure she continued having the relatively comfortable life she was used too.

A neighbor would keep an eye on Allison while her father was out on the boat. She was a quiet kid so she was fine just sitting in a corner of their house and trying to read any books she could get her hands on, thanks to her mother instilling in her the love to learn. This was how she spent her days up until the age of five.

Allison had been lucky, due to her mother's premarital social status, being a white woman of good standing, she was able to attend a school most days of the week. It was at this school that Allison had met her best friends, a son of Irish immigrants named Steve Rogers and his friend/protector James Barnes.

Steve was small for his age, asthmatic and sickly but he was fiery. He always found a way to stand up to bullies, and would get back up no matter how many times he had been knocked down. This more often than not lead to Bucky bailing him out and scaring the other kids off. But the two boys were fine with that.

This need to stand up to bullies was how she'd actually met her two best friends. With Allison staying at a neighbors during the week she always ended up walking home alone. She didn't have any friends as her family was one of the very few black families in the area. It was during one of these walks home that some boys a couple years older than her stopped her outside the school fence and decided to mess with her. They tugged at her thick coiled hair and stole the notebook she gripped to her chest. Her notebook was her favorite thing she owned. She would take notes all day at school and from the many books she read. It had all the knowledge that she had gained in her six years of life. Allison couldn't help but begin crying when the boys pushed her to the ground and began ripping the pages from it. She stood with her scraped knees and tried as hard as she could to get her precious note book back from them. But they were older and bigger than she was, finding it easy to push her off of them and back to the ground.

It was as she was picking herself up off the ground for what felt like the millionth time that someone interceded. "Hey! Stop it!" Allison looked around, as she stood, for the source of of the voice. The only person who seemed to be paying any attention to her plight was a boy who was smaller than her. She looked at the blond boy, Steve, she believed his name was, for a moment before letting her attention go back to the bigger boys.

At this point Allison had determined it futile to rescue her notebook as a whole. She goes to gather whatever papers she can from the ground before they are trampled or shredded. Steve seemed to be trying to help fend off her attackers. She had tears still streaming down her cheeks as she got a better look at him and realized how small he actually was next to the other boys. She moves over to him, not wanting him to get hurt on her behalf, and says, "don't worry, it's fine."

The boy shakes his head, "no they need to stop it." Steve quickly draws the attention of the others, as he had always been another target for these boy’s harassment, and where the boys had at least had the decency to not beat up a girl that wasn't the case for him.

Allison had leapt on her notebook when it hit the ground as it was forgotten by the older boys but as she stood and stuffed the few papers she had rescued into the cover she looked over and saw Steve on the ground, trying to get up again. She dropped the book in an instant and goes back to shoving the older boys and trying to get them off the smaller one. She hits them, something she hadn't done when it was just her book at risk. She quickly finds herself on the ground as well, the decency the boys had was gone when she'd started fighting back. She tries to block the blows they aim at the Steve but can't do much considering she isn't much bigger than him.

It's while she is on the ground with him that she hears yet another voice shout, "Steve?!" As soon as this voice shouts the boys stop their attack and turn to their new victim. Allison gets up and helps Steve to his feet as well. By the time they're up and have caught their breath the group of boys has gone running off. The other boy came over and began asking if they were alright and Allison quickly remembered his name, James.

"I had it Bucky, I was just about to send them running," Steve says.

The other boy laughs softly, though Allison can see the concern on his face, "I know Steve, I just thought I'd help out."

Allison goes over and picks her notebook up off the ground before going back over to thank the two boys. She shuffles on her toes a bit before speaking up, "thank you," she says quietly then wipes her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks her, ignoring the fact that he already had a black eye forming.

She nods, "yeah, just scraped my knees when they pushed me."

"Steve's house isn't far from here," Bucky pipes up, "we can go there and make sure the both of you are alright."

Allison bites her lip, not sure how Steve's parents would feel about that idea despite the fact that he had clearly stood up for her. "Are you sure?"

Steve cuts in, "yeah, my momma's a nurse so she can help," he smiles and waves Allison to follow the two boys. The trio of 6 and 7 year olds begin their short trek to Steve's house, quickly beginning a conversation and getting to know each other as they go.

When they get to Steve's house his mother is home and caring for some sick people staying at their house. Steve and Bucky quiet down as they enter the house, not wanting to disturb any of her patients. Allison follows suit and follows the boys through the house to the kitchen where they find Steve's mother sitting on a chair and taking a break.

"Stevie, what happened this time?" His mother asks, stern but still sounding loving as she picks up a few things and meets Steve part way to start helping with his eye. She directs her son to a chair, sitting him down and having him hold an ice pack to his eye as he explains how he had stepped in to help Allison.

Allison had stayed quiet through the interaction, staying in the doorway by Bucky. Steve's mother looks over at the other two kids and waves them over, "are you hurt Bucky?" She asks and gently ruffles the boys hair as if he were her son as well.

Bucky shakes his head, "no, Mrs.Rogers I'm alright, but Allison got hit a few times."

It is at this point that Mrs.Rogers turns her attention to the girl, quickly directing her to a seat next to Steve and cleaning up the scrapes on her knees. Allison stays quiet for a few moments before speaking up, "sorry I got Steve hurt... I told him not too fight the boys..."

Mrs.Rogers can't help but gently laugh at the girls apology, "my dear it isn't your fault at all. Steve is always getting into trouble, I'd have been surprised if he hadn't stepped in." The woman pauses a moment and smiles at her young son, "he always tries to help when he can even if he gets hurt, and I’m proud of him for that even if I have to help him with black eyes more than I’d like," she gently pokes Steve's stomach causing him to giggle.

Allison calms down after Mrs.Rogers tells her to not worry about it but can't help but apologize once more to Steve directly before thanking him.

Mrs.Rogers quickly has all the kids cleaned up and ready to head out once again. The woman asks Steve and Bucky to escort Allison home from their house and they happily do so. As soon as the kids leave the quiet house they begin talking again, soon laughing and playing small games together.

They have fun as they slowly make their way to Allison's house. They arrive there just before dark, having taken hours for their fifteen minute walk.

The trio parts ways for that evening but every day after that Allison always had someone to sit by on the playground and someone to walk home beside her. They became fast friends, including Allison with no problems despite the fact that she was a girl.

With Steve and his need to stand up for others Allison quickly learned how to throw a punch so she could help when she was needed. These adventures also lead to her gaining an interest in nursing as she would help Steve’s mother with her patients as well as cleaning up Steve and Bucky after they’d gotten into trouble.

These memories flow through Allison's mind as she prepares for the day. A few years back a war had started between the Germans and other countries in Europe. It wasn't until recently that the US had gotten involved, Allison's father had been one of the first to enlist, along side Steve's father.

Allison's father wasn't one to stand aside when there was something he could do to help others from being oppressed. His grandfather had been raised in slavery and her father had heard the horrors growing up and had passed on his strong belief in freedom down to Allison.

It was a little over a month ago that she had attended her father’s funeral. There hadn't been a body for her to bury, just a stone to place in his memory. He had been out at sea when his boat sunk. The crew had made it out of there thanks to him. He'd sacrificed himself to get the others out of the boat before it was gone.

It was a few days before that which Allison had signed up to be a nurse over seas. It was her chance to go out and help people and perhaps be closer to reaching her goal of being a doctor. Today was her last day in Brooklyn before she left, and she was going to spend it with her friends, the closest thing she had left to family. She got dressed and set her hair in place before heading outside to meet up with Steve and Bucky.

Steve had tried enlisting many times, trying over and over to fight this fight along side everyone else. But due to his asthma he was rejected, not even taking into account the other frailties of his health. Bucky seemed more hesitant to enlist, Allison had talked with him about it when she'd told him how she was going to take her chance and go help. Bucky couldn't bring himself to willingly leave Steve in Brooklyn when Steve had just lost his parents and all he wanted was to fight in the war. Bucky could easily enlist but leaving Steve behind with no one else wasn't something he could willingly do to his friend. And Allison was right, this was her chance to get further on in life and he couldn’t ask her to stay behind and not take the opportunity just so he could fight.

It's as Allison gets to the door of her building that she sees Steve and Bucky waiting for her. A smile comes to her face and she hurries out to meet them, giving each of them a hug before asking, "so what's the plan for today?"

"We're going to spend the day at the boardwalk, like we would as kids,” Steve says, and Bucky nods. Allison felt herself relax, excited with the idea but knowing why they had planned this of all things. Who knows if the trio would ever be together again, let alone able to go down to the boardwalk together and spend a day without any worries on their minds.

Allison smiles, "that sounds wonderful," she says and grasps each of their hands for a moment before moving to walk alongside them down to the boardwalk.

The day is filled with laughter from the three close friends. They play different games, Allison wins a prize, and jokingly gives it to Steve and promised Bucky he'd get the next one she won. She didn't win another giant stuffed bear that day but it doesn't matter, she had spent time with her friends.

Once the day is through they walk home, ending up at Steve's house first. Bucky insists that it will be fine and he will walk Allison the rest of the way home himself, as Steve had a stuffed bear to care for. Allison gives her friend a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug, not knowing the next time she would see him as they then part ways.

Bucky walks her back to her apartment she'd shared with her father when he was around. Bucky offers her his arm and she takes it, walking close to her friend. They talk quietly as they go, reminiscing on the fun times they had in their childhood and the times they had gotten Steve out of trouble. Too soon they arrive at her apartment and have to say goodbye.

"Well, bye Buck... you take good care of yourself and Steve while I'm gone," Allison laughs softly, failing in her attempt to prevent the tears from beginning to fall.

"Don't worry, we'll be waiting for you when you come back," he tries to comfort her, wiping the tears from her cheek with his thumb. The gesture calmed her, her father had always wiped her tears in that same way.

She takes a breath and when she opens her eyes Bucky's hand is still resting on her cheek. She smiles gently at him, expecting him to let go so they can say their final goodbyes. But his hand doesn't move. Once she realizes what is happening it feels like it is over in an instant. Bucky gently leaned down and kissed her, a real kiss, on the lips. She can't help but kiss back for a moment, taking pleasure in how nice it was. Then all too soon she remembered who she was and who he was and pulled back, not making eye contact with him. "I- uhm- bye Buck," she says in a hurried whisper and slips inside.

Allison closes the door behind her and sets herself on her bed. She was in shock, she hadn’t expected a kiss of all things. She couldn’t lie, she had thought of kissing Bucky before, but it was when they were younger. It was before her father had told her of the struggles he and her mother had gone through to get married. They had been ostracized and Allison’s mother’s family disowned her for marrying a black man. As much as she cared for her friends she had quickly shoved those feelings aside and moved on. She didn’t want them to have to go through what her parents had.

Before she knows it Allison finds herself crying herself to sleep. That wasn’t how she had wanted to say goodbye. She had left so rudely when he surprised her with a kiss and now in the morning she was leaving for who knows how long, going over seas to help with the war effort. She wouldn’t be able to explain why she had reacted the way she had and just had to leave with that as their last memory together.

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justin-etime · 3 years

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Degenerative Myelopathy and the Painful Truth of Living Through It

This is Mr. Lex. We adopted this spunky Wire Fox Terrier in 2013 when he was 5 years old. We adopted him through American Fox Terrier Rescue as an owner surrender. This means, the owners contacted AFTR to help find a new home for Lex. They had a new baby and were not able to give Lex the attention he deserved.

Because it was an owner surrender we weren’t adopting blindly and new his medical history, that type of food he liked, what his quirks were, etc. He had some potty training regression that we were aware of going into it, but we didn’t know that he would ultimately not care for other dogs.

We’ve honestly had a stressful eight years learning the triggers between Lex and his brother Reagan to prevent fights. We haven’t been totally successful and they have had their fair share of scuffles (including one that sent me to the ER with an infected puncture wound). That said, we wouldn’t change the fact that we were able to give Lex a loving home for the rest of his life.

Lex is my buddy! He’s a Momma’s boy while Reagan is more of a Daddy’s boy. In March of 2019 we suspected Lex was coming down with Degenerative Myelopathy (DM for short) after a quick google search of his symptoms. His back foot were sort of falling to the sides as he walked. At first we thought Reagan may have done some nerve damage in a scuffle, but once I learned about DM I knew what we were up against.

DM is essentially doggy ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease in humans). It is a chronic neurological disorder that slowly disintegrates the nervous system/spinal cord in canines. Certain breeds are more likely to contract DM and Wire Fox Terriers are one of those breeds. Responsible breeders would do genetic testing to assure the disease isn’t passed on, but obviously, our breeder was not responsible or completely ignorant to the disease. The thing with DM is that you cannot officially diagnose a dog with the disease. You can only speculate they have it based on symptoms. The only way to know if they officially lived with DM is to test post mortem. You can do a DNA test to see if they carry the genes responsible for DM. Lex’s test came back as “affected”. We also had Reagan tested since they came from the same breeder and shared a father, but his results came back as “clear”. The disease progresses very slowly, so if you notice your dog loses the use of their back legs suddenly it will not be DM.

Over the past two years Lex has slowly lost the use of his back legs. In the beginning, as I mentioned before, we noticed his rear paws looked like they were kind of falling away, but he could walk just fine. As it progressed, his paws would start “knuckling” or turning under and he wouldn’t know it was happening in order to correct it. This led to his nails wearing down and bleeding. We had to find him some boots or socks to wear for walks. He was cute!

About a year in we ended up buying him the wheelchair you see in the picture above. It took him about one or two walks to get used to them, but ultimately he enjoyed the freedom they gave him. It meant he could go for walks with us without constantly falling over due to the weakened muscles in his rear legs.

Once the wheelchair became too difficult we ended up buying him a Radio Flyer wagon to get pulled through the neighborhood. He seems to really enjoy this!

Today he can still get himself around if he has traction by “crawling” on his back knees, but ultimately he will lose all use of his rear legs and as the disease works its way up the spinal cord he will start to lose function in his front legs and then organ failure. He is exhibiting symptoms of incontinence and wears diapers 100% of his day. Some might say it’s a miserable life, but the thing with DM is that mentally he is still there. He enjoys the things he enjoyed before (food, squeeky toys, sitting in the sun), he just struggles to get around. This may eventually turn into some pain/soreness as his front legs compensate for his back, but there is essentially no pain associated with DM.

We seem to have a weekly conversation about when it will be “time”, but I’ve never had to make that decision before and I can’t fathom having to do it now. Lex is my buddy! I don’t want to decide when he can no longer live. It’s very difficult. Everyone in this situation has the same struggles, but also live in very different situations. Some decide to put their dogs down sooner in the process because maybe they cannot physically lift their German Shepherd to care for them as needed. Some decide to prolong their lives until they have no use of front or back legs and can only lay on a pee pad all day and night. It’s a very personal decision that each and every one of us struggle with.

The time to make that decision for Lex is in the not too distant future and it breaks my heart every time I think about it. Have you ever had to make the decision to put your pet down? How did you cope?

#degenerative myelopathy #wire fox terrier #als #handicapped dogs #best friend #fur baby

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shannygoatgruff · 4 years

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Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - (Call me if you need anything) @waiting4inspiration

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language, sexual innuendo, insecurity

Rating: M

Chapter 3 || Chapter 5

Chapter 4

The table at Clementin im Glashaus was amazing. The greenhouse windows of the restaurant overlooked the beautiful Palais Coburg Hotel, which used to be a palace belonging to the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha. Not to mention, Cash and Ivar had a completely unobstructed view of the sun setting over the city, from the domed glass ceiling of the restaurant. She felt like a princess. Had she known they were coming here, she would have worn something a bit more elegant than the Fashionova dress she was currently wearing.

“Stilles Wasser, mit Eis, bitte?” Mineral water with ice, please. She asked the waiter just before he left the table. She was trying her best to let him be chivalric and order their meals after they had discussed the menu. But he had forgotten about the water. She didn’t like sparking water, let alone it at room temperature. She had to say something. She couldn’t tell if she was being an obnoxious American, or not. Especially since men from Europe were so different from American men. They were slinky and sensitive. They wore skinny pants that showed off their ankles and shorts that came above their knee and kissed each other on the cheek. It was a different dynamic with them. She wasn’t trying to cross any cultural or gender roles by ordering ice water.

Shit, ice. He’d forgotten. That was so important…how could he let that slip? She was American - of course she liked ice. That should have been a given. He had just assumed that she didn’t even drink water. Americans just filled their cups to the brim with ice cubes and poured soda over it. Ivar mentally kicked himself for the oversight. “I have never met an American that spoke German with an Austrian accent.” He remembered that she had minored in German in college and Graduate school, but to hear her speak it, with an Austrian accent was rather impressive. Too bad she hadn’t decided to study Norweigan. “I have also never tried ice in my water," he said trying to make small talk.

“Really?” Cash blushed and tugged on the loose thread at hem of her dress, “It’s good. Cold.”

Why were they having such a hard time talking? They normally would talk for hours on the phone and their text and DM threads went on for days. The two of them never ran out of things to say to one another. She could think of a hundred things she wanted to say to him right now, but he seemed so much quieter in person. She kept waiting for one of his snappy comebacks, or for him to flirt with her like he always did, but he was giving her nothing. Maybe he didn’t like her after all.

“So, have you been here before?” She asked looking around the restaurant. It was easier to look anywhere than at him because all she wanted to do was stare at him. She had never been a fan of the man bun before, but it worked for him. Everything looked good on him. If she didn’t keep diverting her eyes, she would look like a total stalker. “This place is nice.”

Ivar put his napkin in his lap and hoped that the wine wouldn’t take much longer to get to the table. If he didn’t get a drink soon, he was going to clam up completely. He wanted to talk to her. He loved talking to her. He was just so nervous now that she was in front of him and she was so vibrant, pretty…real. “To Vienna or this restaurant?”

“Either,” Cash answered with a shrug.

“I have only been to Austria a few times. Mostly with my brothers.” Brothers. Right. He was going to have to explain Hvitserk… “I have never been here before. My brother, Ubbe, told me this is a good place to take a date.”

Was he blushing? God, he was cute. “Oh, this is our first date?” She licked her lips and smiled.

“Am I not doing something you want?” Fuck. Had been out of the dating game that long? Why didn’t she know this was their first date?

“No. Everything’s perfect. I just didn’t know if we were hanging out as friends, or on a date.” She took a big sip of her water. “We said we wouldn’t talk about our pictures, so there was no pressure, either way.”

“I already told you, I thought you were beautiful before I saw your picture.” Ivar had never been so happy to see a waiter in his life. He graciously accepted the glass of wine and motioned for the waiter to leave the bottle. He waited until Cash had her mixed drink placed before her and when they both had drinks they toasted. “Skol,” he said quickly before looking into the bottom of his glass, as he gulped nervously.

“So…” Her phone rang, causing her to jump. She quickly hit the video button and rolled her eyes. “Hey, Ma.” She smiled when Ivar smiled at her.

“Shay, are you okay? I been waiting for you to call me.” Barbara pursed her lips at her daughter to indicate she was upset. “You tell me you’re going to meet this Ivar-boy and then I don’t hear from you. I don’t know if he chopped you up, or sold you on the black market…”

Cash shook her head and threw her napkin ring at him when he chuckled at the comment. “I’m fine, Ma. In fact, Ivar and I are at dinner, right now.” She panned over for her mother to see Ivar.

She felt all warm inside when Ivar waved at her mother and politely said, “Hello, momma.”

“Well, hey there baby. It's good to finally see you. Were you excited to meet see Shay? She's so pretty, isn't she?" Cash rested her head on hand as she watched Ivar's face light up, as her mother refused to let him get a word in edgewise. As usual, Ivar and her mother sat there talking like two old friends. "And look at you...you're so handsome. I bet you just have all the girls all after you. You better not break my baby's heart. You take care of my girl while she's over there, okay?"

Ivar thought Cash's mom was a hoot. He had always enjoyed hearing about her and talking to her when Cash was in the States. Looking at her face, it was easy to see where Cash got her looks. "Cash is as beautiful as her momma. When I saw her, I just want to keep smiling." He glanced over at Cash and noticed the coy way she looked at him causing him to divert his eyes back to the phone's screen. "I promise, I will take care of her." He handed the phone back to Cash and poured more wine in his glass.

"Make sure to call me later.” Barbara Heath said to her daughter when her face reappeared on the screen. She held the phone close to her mouth and dramatically mouthed the words, He’s cute. “Love you, Shay.”

“Love you, too.” She disconnected the call and looked at Ivar. “Sorry about that. My mom’s a little over-protective.”

“Your momma is sweet. My brothers? They are a pain." He rolled his eyes, "My older brother, Ubbe, sent my brother, Hvitserk, here to be my chaperone.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I have almost 26 years, I do not need a babysitter.”

“Why did he do that?”

The second glass of wine he had just started on was finished in about two gulps. Ivar knew he was drinking too fast, but it made him feel better about talking, but it did nothing to stop his hands from sweating. All he needed to do was deflect the conversation away from his legs, Hvitserk and everything else wrong in the world for tonight. He could worry about the truth tomorrow. “I always wanted to ask. Why does your momma call you Shay?”

“Oh, that. My first name is Cachet.” She made a disgusted face at the sound of her government name. “Most people call me Cash. My parents still call me Shay.”

“Which do you prefer?” Cash shrugged, giving no real thought to question. “What would you like me to call you?”

She lifted her eyes to him with a heavy-lidded stare. “What do you want to call me?” She was hoping it was be something freaky, like Chocolatate, or Sexual Chocolate…what exactly was in this drink, anyway?

“Nydelig.”

"And what does that mean?”

Ivar’s lips turned up into a boyish grin, “Look it up,” he said as the waiter sat their dinner plates in front of them.

It was a beautiful night and the city lights were magical. After dinner, Cash and Ivar stopped for torte at a local bakery and to pick up spirits before Cash decided that she was ready to head back to her hotel. She would see Vienna tomorrow; it was almost 8 pm and she was exhausted. A day of nerves, traveling, and now jetlag meant she was going to sleep good tonight.

Ivar had insisted that he see her back to her hotel safely and who was she to refuse? The walk from the restaurant to her hotel had been a short one and she had invited him in because though she was tired, she wasn't quite ready for their first date to end.

Sitting on the patio of her ground-floor hotel room, she folded her legs on her chair and sipped on a glass of Moscato d’Asti they picked up along their walk. “So, we’ve been talking for months and in all this time, you never said anything.” She twirled the liquid around in her glass. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” She wanted to bring it up earlier, but before didn't seem like the right time. But now they both seemed a bit more relaxed and the conversation felt more organic. It felt like one of their normal conversations, not like two strangers meeting each other for the first time.

Ivar’s heart stopped in his throat. Did he really think he could avoid the pink elephant in the room? Did he honestly believe he was going to get through tonight without addressing why he lied to her about his legs? Of course, she had noticed his limp and those damn crutches. She knew he had a physical impairment; he wasn't that skilled at deflecting the conversation, she had just been too polite say anything all night.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out in the opposite direction. “I was going to tell you, but I did not know what to say. I hate these things.” He took his crutches and roughly pushed them into the corner. “Since I was small, all the surgeries and bone lengthening and leg braces…canes. I did not want you to pity me.” He picked at a rough cuticle on his thumb before putting his cigarette back to his lips.

Cash laughed, “I was talking about the fact that you smoke.”

“Oh, shit.” Ivar laughed in return. He took a sip from his glass of whiskey before sitting it back on the table. “I am Scandinavian. We all smoke.”

Cash nodded, still trying to digest what he said before about his impairment. “Are you in pain?” She asked, hoping she wasn't prying.

Shrugging, Ivar sat back in his seat and looked out at the lanterns that illuminated the small garden. “I hurt, but not really pain.” He licked his lips as he tried to think of how he could make it make sense to her. “When I was born my legs were deformed…one shorter than the other and both twisted. They were fucked. I had surgeries with metal rods to make them straight, and longer, and all that. But, they never really got strong and the pain never really went away. I grew up with it. I live with it.

Sometimes, when the weather is bad – snow, or rain for many days, or when it starts to get cold and wet, I have pain. When I walk too much or go a whole day without taking these damn braces off, I get pain. But the normal hum that always is there? That’s just Elias.”

“I'm sorry, who?”

“The name of the pain. My old friend, Elias.” Ivar chuckled at the memory. It was a code-word he and his mother made up when he was little. It was his way of letting her know that he was in pain, without alerting the rest of the family. He never wanted his brothers to treat him differently because of his impairment, so they came up with a code. If he would tell his mother that Elias visited him at school, she knew that he needed medicine, warm compresses and rest.

“The people in my head have names,” Cash said absently.

“Excuse me?”

She wiggled herself forward in her chair and leaned to rest her elbows on the table. If they were dishing about their crazy, he was in for a treat. “You know on in the movies people have an angel and a devil that sit on their shoulder to tell them what to do?” She waited until he nodded. “I don’t think I have that. I just have these people in my head and they are always having conversations. Jasmine and Jessica. These bitches don’t agree on anything. They’re supposed to be here to help me, you know like my conscious. But I’m usually playing referee between them…like everybody calm the fuck down. They get on my nerves.”

Ivar laughed at her animation. He couldn’t believe that he just told her about his legs and she countered with the fact that she was probably schizophrenic.

Taking another sip of her drink, she studied his face. “Can you walk without that stuff?” She pointed to the crutches.

He shook his head. “I can stand, but not walk. My legs do not hold my full weight. My right leg does not bend. My left does but, I still need to hold onto objects to balance, otherwise, I would fall. The legs do not move together, so I bind them. .” He closed his eyes, “When I do not have the braces – I crawl.”

“We talk about everything, Ivar…”

“I could not just tell you.” He looked her in the eye, holding her gaze for the first time that night. “I could not stand it if you stopped talking to me.”

“Did you think I talked to you all this time because I thought you were going to win a Walk-A-Thon? You didn’t even give me a chance.” She watched as he played with the wrapper on the whiskey bottle.

“I did not want to disappoint you.”

She licked her lips, “I’m not disappointed.” Her words came out in almost a whisper.

Did she move toward him, or did he come toward her? Just like knowing which truly happened between the Big Bang Theory and Evolution - it's all a matter of opinion. Perhaps there was a seismic shift in the tectonic plates that moved their bodies toward each other at the exact moment in time. Whatever happened, the space between them closed and their lips touched.

It was so soft at first, that the feeling of their warm breath on each other’s lips left more of an ache than the flesh that preceded it. But after that brief contact, came a hand. A soft, small hand, with delicate fingers, gently holding the side of his neck and her thumb tracing invisible patterns along his jawline. When her hand made contact with his face, his lips reclaimed hers with just the slightest bit of trepidation, but much more curiosity.

He pulled back for a moment just to look at her face before she gently nipped at his full bottom lip and the next thing he knew she was swallowing his moan. Her mouth was still sweet from the Moscato as Ivar opened his more and allowed his tongue to gently lick her lips. He wasn’t sure when he seized the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. Maybe it was when she looked at him that way, the way he had always wanted a woman to look at him. The way Freydis used to look at him all those years ago. Cash looked at him like she wanted him. No one had looked at him like that in a very long time.

Oh, he was good – how had she ended up on his lap? His lips felt like velvet and his tongue was as smooth as silk. His breath had a pleasant smoked whiskey flavor that reminded her of a bar she went to in college. That’s where she had met Big Dick Darryl. What a fun night that had been.

Ivar had this gentle way of pulling back, like he was about to break contact, only to come at her mouth at a different angle. He wasn’t a sloppy kisser by any means, every placement of his lips was deliberate, tactical, well thought out….sensual. Even the people in her head were in awe of his lip skills.

It took every ounce of restraint he had when Ivar felt Cash’s fingertips touch the base of his throat and gently slide down his chest. More than anything he wanted to be able to pick her up and carry her back into her room, throw her down on the bed and do whatever they do in movies before the camera pans to the vase on the dresser. But, he knew he would never be able to do that. He wasn’t sure what exactly caused it – be it finally meeting her in person, the feeling of her lips on his, a woman touching and wanting him, or knowing that he’d never be able to share in the same stories of freaky sexual exploits like his brothers…but suddenly he had the urge to cry.

Pulling back slowly, Ivar kept his eyes on Cash’s lips noticing how they still glistened from his kiss. He had been so cool, so smooth all this time, with her, from their first online conversation, and now, all he wanted was to be held. “I’m sorry.”

“What’s wrong?” Why were they stopping? This was going extremely well. Were her kissing skills not up to par? No one had ever told her she was a bad kisser before. She’d made it a point not to get anything filled with garlic or onions with dinner so she wouldn’t have stinky breath, just in case he tried to get a good night kiss. Hell, she even had on a really cute matching ‘just in case’ underwear. So far, things were going extremely well, she thought.

Running his thumb across her jawline he tried to restrain himself from kissing her again. “I think I should go back to my hotel. You had a long day and are probably tired.”

“You don’t have to go, yet.” Did she sound too eager? She didn’t want to seem slutty, but they had been talking for six months and it had been a hot minute since she got laid.

Ivar exhaled slowly through his nose, trying his best to calm himself. “I don’t want to spoil our first date.” He kissed her lovingly on the forehead “I think it is best if I go now.” He let her follow him to the door before stopping and turning around to kiss her softly on the lips. “I can see you tomorrow?”

Cash got on her tiptoes to kiss him again, “Yes.”

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