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Brother Dearest Pt 39

Final exams were on you before you knew it and with Teddy across your chest reviewing your textbooks and notes for each class you heard the chatter of heavily pregnant Dawn on a phone call with family back home in Canada where her parents were readying for your return at the end of the week and the birth sure to follow. Norma meanwhile had her own feet up reading a book against Victor’s chest up on their floor where James was adding the framed pictures she had wanted to decorate the nursery that would be mirrored in the larger house when you got to Canada would be the focus of your distracting whims. You wanted to marry James more than anything but the constant final detail calls from the important guests and the film crew had your skin nearly crawling in your urge to run away to some silent island somewhere.

Ottawa was where the residential house for the Monarch of Canada traditionally stayed, however being 40 hours from Alberta you had been told that they would stay in Ottawa and fly to Alberta then drive the hour plus distance to your tiny town that didn’t have an airstrip. Turning the next page of your book you heard Elliot ask, “Are you certain you don’t require my help with studying?”

That had you sigh and close the book you had finished to lay your hands on Teddy’s back at the book joining the others on the ground beside the couch your were lounging on. “I’ve gone through the books three times. Only thing that could throw this is my Cultural Diversity course essays. No telling what he’ll get to typing up.”

His grin eased out, “Well Humphrey has always tried to come up with new questions for his students.”

Shifting your eyes from Teddy in his slumbering grumble to Elliot you asked, “You don’t mind my inviting you to the wedding?”

“I would never refuse your invitation.” He said making your grin creep out a bit more, “I don’t doubt Prince Loki wouldn’t try to sneak in as well. He has been back again recently?”

“On my last visit to the MoMA yes, though it seems since I told him his father his father doesn’t care about the troubles we are facing here he seems to be more on a progress report on our efforts.”

That had Elliot chuckle, “Oh, yes, that should go over well with Queen Frigga when she hears that if it is his plan.”

“Can’t imagine how they could make matters any better.”

Elliot, “Well they most certainly won’t interfere now knowing you are here and our ships are nearly here. We can go at our own leisure and do as we please without their interference.”

Looking his face over you asked, “Would they be a threat if they tried to fight us? Just curious.”

Again he smirked saying, “Jaqi they couldn’t touch us with a twenty foot pole in hand to hand combat and their weapons are futile against our defenses. They know this is a lost territory they no longer have dominion over this planet even with the two of us and Venom here, and possibly your young cousin you have informed me of.”

“I don’t want our people to take rule over this planet throwing the people out of their roles.”

“That has always been your way. We will subtly work our way and influence into their cultures unnoticed. No conquering, all our people merely wish to be among your presence again.”

Dawn sighed on her way to join you both asking, “What is this about presents?”

Smirking at her you said, “Just talking about the incoming aliens.”

Dawn, “Well I hope they don’t want to come to the wedding,” behind her back she gripped the arms of her usual chair she lowered into and eased her feet up onto the footstool you moved over with a shift of your fingers.

Elliot, “Oh no, they are still a good few years away still.”

Dawn, “Right, you mentioned that. Sorry.”

He shook his head, “No apology necessary, travel between galaxies is quite rough to gauge for some. And there is no telling if they come across some digger portals that could cut the travel in half.” At your confused brow tick he clarified, “Digger portals can be used for long term transport runs and also more often by scavenger crews who often move them out of their designated locations for rather amusing bits of helpfulness for those who tend to come across them.”

Dawn, “I can’t imagine what space would be like. Living here is so hard to compare to space.”

Elliot said, “Just imagine space like a forest, every now and then planets would be hidden tunnels under trees and caves with animals as stars, asteroids and meteors. One day you’ll see.” She looked over his face in his comforting smile, “You will.”

“I’ve been wondering,” You said luring his eyes back to you, “You said your wife was waiting to be re-bodied.” He gave you a confirming nod in a silent agreement he would answer anything you asked, “Would my dad be with them, when they get here?”

“Erich would never miss the chance to rejoin your side. He most certainly will be.” Wetting his lips he sat up lifting a finger to say, “In fact, the only thing that would have him deterred from returning to your side would be his affection for your, mother.”

His final word was given haltingly in seeing the flinch of pain in your face, “My mother,”

“No no, merely I meant that it would be because he had through the Fates located her essence in the kingdom of the dead beyond the gates of the realm of Hel. She has been given a high place to claim as her own after aiding in your second form solidifying. Surely upon hearing your ranks have arrived he would travel to join us. He would not choose to dwell there with her when returning to you could bring about your awakening which surely could grant her a second becoming.”

Dawn asked, “That means she could, come back?”

Elliot, “In a sense. It would be her essence, however her past would be absolved from her memory. Not you of course, however the memories of her first husband namely among her other sufferings.”

“She would forget Steve?”

Elliot replied, “Unfortunately.”

“I suppose that seems a bit fair. Give her a happy second beginning with my dad, he wouldn’t be my dad anymore would he?”

Elliot, “He was honored to have been chosen for that role and will uphold it again should you wish to extend that bond.”

“I won’t ever get a simple life will I?”

Softly he chuckled, “Oh it will be truly simple, in that, you will be loved by our people and eventually by these mortals.” Glancing at Dawn feeling her eyes landing on him, “Never including you of course, you have been adopted as kin. The Fates will not claim you from your children or Eddie. Symbiote mates are never targeted or taken after the lone time one dared to try and a civilization was torn in half.”

She asked him, “Can you grow like Venom when you fight?”

Elliot, “I can if I wish to.”

“So what do you know about black holes?”

You asked spreading his smile to share some more of the supposed barriers that could be mistaken as ways to keep us from your people that serves a greater purpose for your people that he spilled every detail. Even through James coming down to sit with you, settling underneath your legs he laid across his lap welcoming the chance to rub your legs and feet.

15 exams or projects to get your full credits and one at a time each was crossed off the list of credits you were acquiring. Even your slot on the yearbook was credited to you with the actual yearbook as proof, several of which purchased by the students of the graduating class they’d sent your way for signatures to join others through the signature sections. Proudly among the crowds you shuffled through the sheets of grade reports to each class and club as well as the final sheet of credit requirements that you had marked off a good chunk of the final bachelor’s degree working towards the eventual Masters degrees.

While school was your main focus at this event again your smile split wider seeing James strolling hunched over with Teddy at his side. The now walking 11 month old boy with bouncing strawberry blonde curls and silvery blue eyes contrasting Dawn’s brunette locks and Eddie’s sandy brown locks that grow softer in shade to match Teddy’s shade when grown out. All day he’d been giggling and waving to the women fawning over him, each stealing yearning glances of the loving man focused solely on the child who showed his true father side only egging the press on for dreams of what your babies might turn out to look like. Loud and shrill the boy giggled and bounced on his feet once turned again in your entrance to the garden. On his hips James’ hands fixed, “Let’s go fly to Bunny, hmm?”

Up he was lifted and giggled the way across the pathway in the steps to add your papers to your purse, also housing the book of photographs you had taken in the photography club, now in the crook of your arm to free your hands to accept hold of him. “Look at you, flying!”

Hands out he smiled melting into your arms for the hug you gave him, sighing out, “My Bunny.” Closing his eyes a moment at the kiss you pressed to his temple.

James asked with adoring smile still locked in place, “Everything handled?”

“Yup, I know it took a while,”

Shaking his head he replied, “Oh we’ve been having fun.”

Teddy said, “I did fly, My Bunny.” Easing his head back to catch your eye widening your smile.

“Yes you did. Maybe one day you can teach me to fly so well, I keep falling when I try.” Again he giggled and looked around at the school and crowds on your way to the subway to get home. All the way talking to the boy who was getting more comfortable at talking and gesturing in each of his surroundings to those around him. On the surface he might seem out of place between the two of you except for the curls you shared with hair color hinting that James might have had a blue eyed lighter haired parent for those assuming he belonged to you. Those knowing your mother Sarah however knew exactly where any blonde children of yours might come from poking that bruised past for them and you, wondering and deep down hoping that if you did have boys that none of them would look like Steve. For how badly he scarred you to have a child that would mirror him was a terrifying notion to have to reach that moment to completely sever that blame and pain for the blows he dealt on your life up to his death.

Norma clearly bleached her hair by her frequent trips to the salon only luring up wonder for what the two incoming babies could look like. Dawn was on the verge of popping and in the morning you were set to arrive in Canada after having spent the week readying everything to travel back home for the summer break. The end of April would give you time to ready the houses and oversee the details the town was readying for your big day. Hopefully for you Dawn wouldn’t go into labor mid trip or at least could have some time to relax at home before it would be set off for a somewhat relaxing birth. You didn’t know just what you were more anxious for but in her later months you enjoyed taking charge of Teddy whenever possible between classes to let her get more rest to lessen her worries concerning her first birth.

The Brocks were ready and everyone had plans for the upcoming trip to come and celebrate with you after their chance to meet the new baby. While it would have been nice for them to be there the day of for what was coming they granted Dawn the freedom to entirely have this birth with her family at her side where they could share in the christening Father Thomas would hold upon his arrival. Bags by the door were passed to get to the lunch to finish off the rest of your food in the fridge so they rest could be taken from the pantry to fill the one in your summer home.

Halfway through finishing off your meal you felt eyes on your silent gaze at the plate, lost to the realization how your childhood apartment building was all yours now, and you actually had a summer home and a business all your own that was hugely successful. That Kodak contest and revealed image in the photography magazines had you on a second Spring ad that had come out for a new camera they sent you a free one with a year supply of film to add to the film for Steve’s old camera packed along with the bags to be taken up with you. There was even an interview on what camera you had been photographed using at your trip to the White House and in your photography club along with a shot of a display of some of your pictures from the club. Clearly you had talent and now there was a hint for a new possible future job in the art field that could be so accommodating to a stay at home mother they guessed you might grow to be.

Inhaling sharply mid reach for the rest of your juice post sip and return of your glass you said to Eddie, who was looking at you, “I got a letter yesterday from a book publisher in Canada who wanted to publish a copy of my photos from school.”

Victor said, “That’s what that letter was then.”

Norma smiled saying, “Oh that’s fantastic news.”

James, “We can drop off the book to the place on the way up if you like.”

“We have an appointment next week. They need me to bring in the negatives and some titles at least for each, and a title.”

Norma, “You should just go for Bunny as the title.”

Dawn asked, “Doesn’t that cost money to make books?”

“They called saying they see how papers on the pictures have sold saying they would front the costs as long as I guarantee for my second book I use them to publish.”

Eddie, “Ah, well that makes sense, and at least they have hopes you’ll have a second book to follow the first obviously successful book.”

James moved his free hand to your lower arm on the table, “Me and Vic would be glad to take you there.”

“Well you’d have to, they can’t exactly legally have the contract with just my name on it.” Sharply James inhaled and you said, “Besides, should be fun, first comics now art books. Really rule the paper universe.” That had the corner of his mouth twitch upwards, “Plus you can imagine what they’ll say about my floating object and fantasy shots. Who knows, for the second book I could sneak in a picture of Venom and really terrify them.”

Eddie chuckled saying, “Oh we could have some fun with that. Have a whole book on him around the house, vacuuming with a couch over my head all the way to playing with the kids.”

“That reminds me. How’d you get through the bank robbery scene?” You asked Victor.

He smiled saying, “Thought up they shove you in a bag not knowing who you are, and that venom is latched onto you and they call and demand more money for ransom and Eddie picks up and says good luck. They turn around finding tiny Venom Bunny eating a third member of the robbers. The last one gets to live after writing a note on the money that is returned to the bank with his shaking self tied up and terrified while you and Venom sharing some chili fries on the beachside city where you tied off the boat back from the island they took you to.” Your smile spread through your excited giggles.

James said, “Meanwhile baby Teddy is wreaking havoc back home for us and poor helpless Eddie. Guys love the idea and are mocking up a copy for us.”

“Should be our best yet. I do have the sketches nearly done on the ideas I had for the wedding edition.” To James you said, “We’re kidnapping some people.”

Eddie rumbled around his mouthful, “Oh we better kidnap some people.” Causing your smile to split wider.

Just by the light of the headlights on the moonless night the wood boarding off the house was removed easily by you enabling you to walk inside with Olive and Pepper who were glad to be out of the truck from the long drive as James with Whiskers on his shoulders and Teddy’s carrier basket in hand followed you listening for any possible geese or stowaway animals inside. In the dark you found the fireplace and lit up the living room and the lantern beside it that through the now open window Victor accepted hold of from you to find the switch to flip on the electric box. The buzz from the flip could clearly be heard and Norma grinned flipping the light switch to light up the house in each room you went through while unpacking. At the table however she joined Dawn waiting on the tea kettle you filled and put on the stove for them to let them relax.

Neighbors along the way had caught the rumble of the engines and flashes of lights through parted curtains surely announcing the return to part of the town that would know by morning of your return. Dawn’s family surely would be the first to show up, and far from inconvenient as with a groan she woke up in the night to her first contraction. Hours after she was lulled back to sleep Eddie sat up with Victor coming in hourly to check on how her pain was progressing. Closer to breakfast backrubs kept her content as possible while she, by the position of the baby, was far off still. Fully able to grumble her way to breakfast and back to bed again to lay over the rubber sheet prepped bed from the kit you had found and set up to ready for the Doctor who’d be arriving shortly.

Steadily however labor grew heavier. During her family excitedly helping her to calm through the growing contractions in turns of minding Teddy she progressed farther to where it was you and her mother and sister there when she was close to crowning. “Just one push from the head Dawn,” the Doc said in her break leaning back against your chest in her place now on her knees on a stool bench to help with the position of the baby over a second rubber sheet.

Her breath deepening to your hands smoothing down her back feeling her next contraction rolling over her mingling with the gas the mask her mom was holding for pain relieving gas that was helping to ease this process. The mask was pulled away and on her next deep breath she bore down feeling her sister’s hands on her shoulders to keep her in your hold from falling forward onto the Doctor’s back. The first cry of the little girl the Doctor cut the cord and settled into a blanket her grandmother took hold of to gently bathe let the men downstairs let out a calming breath shared by the relatives around them. It didn’t take long for the bed to be readied and Dawn to be cleaned off and cleared for her bed rest break to cuddle and bond with her little girl before the others came in to meet her.

“Marigold Dove Pear.” The name was added to the birth certificate and while held by her beaming father the hazel eyed infant’s name was echoed through the house. Even Teddy stole his own chance to leave a photographed picture of a kiss on his sister’s cheek to be taken off by you to allow Dawn to take a nap.

In the yard you played with Teddy catching glances of James holding Marigold through Eddie and Dawn’s family hushedly trying to decide which clothes to put her in from the vast supply compiled for her. James’ eyes wandered to Victor on his stroll to join you after he’d ensured Norma was comfortable in her lounger on the porch with a snack and drink to wear off his lingering nerves knowing he’d have possibly the same troubles in sleeping as he did on Teddy’s first night. Dawn at least would have a nice rest and through the next few days was up and around quite easily relaxed on her way to being on her way to fitting into that dress to make your day special for you.

Everything you had done compiled in her times alone resting brought up her same thoughts on how she wanted to be a great big sister for you. You’d been nothing but supportive and loved Teddy beyond belief easing her final months taking up so much of his care for a debt she couldn’t repay and helped her through the birth of her second child to their family. All on top of everything else you were handling you had earned a day all about you and your fellow bashful spouse to silence the world and let you enjoy your summer and finalized marriage. This had been a long year from your press tours to the explosive Congressman ordeal rehashed when his son was publicized to have died and himself not so long afterwards overshadowed by the news of Norma being pregnant adding a second surprise wedding to be placed in front of yours along with three babies. She didn’t regret how she had gotten here but against how much she knew you wanted to have a special non-eloping wedding she had hoped you would have jumped the gun and gotten hitched like they had to not have to wait so long.

Negatives in hand through the doors of Freckled Moose publishing office in the well lit lobby the smiling group including the head of the building along with the man who would be your Editor beside the head of the rest of the printing process. “Welcome, Miss Pear, Mr Howlett, Mr Creed. We’re all so glad you could make it today.”

“Yes, it was interesting to get your letter, actually being asked to have someone want to see my pictures in an actual book.”

Head of the Company smiled saying, “There’s no shortage of people who since you have been written on a Photography club to see just what you have been capturing.”

“And you want to publish all of it, no matter what?”

The three of them replied, “Every image.”

The Editor asked, “You did bring the descriptions for each and the title for the book?”

“Yes. Thought it’d just be Bunny, if that’d be good?”

He nodded and said, “That sounds marvelous actually, and just how many pictures are we discussing?”

From your purse you pulled out the book you had been given from the club parting their lips at the size of it, “58 images, we had to do two a week and the rest are from the final project, it’s big from the grades and notes on the back of each.”

The Head of the Company said, “Why don’t we head to my office and we can look that over and talk about order and how the book is going to be set up along with contract terms?”

You nodded and they turned to guide you to the office, where on the couch across from their chairs you showed them the pictures that they agreed to only adjust the order of a few images within the month they had been captured keeping the genres of photographs together. Beside the notepad now housing the current order of images and new order with copied descriptions you had written them a copy. The contracts came next with the new terms the guys had talked them down to over the past week for you to simply sign agreeing that for each book they get 20% of the proceeds to go with the five agreed signing appearances when the books did get released into books across Canada. $8 was decided upon already stunning you a bit for being nearly half the price of an ironing board and nowhere near as useful for people who might be buying these glorified paperweights most buyers might not look at more than upon purchasing them.

The photography assembly line came next, or rather a brightly lit office with different stations where you would choose the paper style, font, color for the covers and title across the front. Bit by bit each image size was assigned, easily the same to mostly take up the same space on each of the pages housing the pictures with the description on the bottom of each page.

The final step was the first hand over of the negatives that were rearranged to the new order to be taken over to the printing department to get started on the process that according to them the designated amount of prints would be met within a few days and the negatives would be returned to you for the binding process would be started to finalize the process. Along with the copy of a picture of you in your favorite armchair, Mr Whiskers in your lap beside you holding your camera taking a picture of Pepper and Olive seated on either side of you. The picture that made you smirk reminiscent of portraits and pictures of men in power James and Victor had helped to work your four pawed accomplices into the perfect positions for the image that most would have chosen an image with you or Teddy to make you seem more matronly.

This would grab attention, and the men smirked taking the image as a joke for a moment until the brothers gave subtle hints in their faces and posture in each confirming glance over your head that was the only image to be handed over. That image would be the first page along with the intro for the book that you had written. Other than that you had pretty much completed the mock up of the solid dark grey book with purple letters for the title Bunny. For whatever little notoriety you had at least this could be a little bit of money to add to your nest egg or could easily be hidden away on a shelf in a book store or storage room somewhere if it fails miserably. Just 58 images could be a drop in the bucket for everything in the future that could be recorded in all the years to come.

The trio were the ones to show you out confirming that each step of the way they would keep you posted on the progress of the process until the big release. In their dip back inside you ignored the muffled comment on how soon to get the first few pages ready to be printed in the closing of the doors behind you on the walk to the car. Victor broke the silence saying, “Told you they’d love it.”

Looking up at him you smirked saying, “Oh yes, didn’t stop them from doubting my picture you took of me though.”

James, “They didn’t doubt the picture.”

You lifted a brow to look at him and Victor said, “Nope, they just imagined we’d be piggybacking into the image since we were so hard on the contracts for you.”

“How did you get them up to 80% profits, thought they would be wanting something more like half.”

Victor hummed back, “You took the images, all they are doing is printing them into a book and adding some words on the cover above your chosen snippets.”

James, “Editor didn’t do much, you provided everything, all they are doing is printing and distribution, taking the costs for the business side of this they are getting a killing on this deal just by utilizing your popularity and name. Even just day to day in school your name comes up, people are curious on what you are doing, how we are all getting along through life. Even just with photographs and not being a famous photographer still people are still going to want to buy your book, and second book. There were press at Barnard asking to browse yearbooks for pictures you took for them.”

Victor, “How you think and see the world is fascinating, what you choose to capture is poignant, that picture of the house you built for the frog to the shadows of beams in your school is phenomenally expressive of who you are and what you dream of. And most people might just see ‘oh an adorable picture of a frog’ or ‘oh some shadows’, but no one else would have built that house for that frog or twisted like that for those shadows, all of that after coming out of five years of war. Even Truman and King George are going to want to know what you took pictures of.”

“All curiosity then.” You said and James’ arm eased you a bit more into his side pressing a kiss to your temple.

Victor, “So much more than curiosity. No one cared what Van Gogh painted in his lifetime,”

“I am not Van Gogh,”

James, “No, but you certainly weren’t going to go ignored like he was.”

“They are never going to put my pictures up in a museum.”

Victor, “Oh I very much bet otherwise.” He said turning your head upon reaching the car, “There have been whispers of exhibits on women in the war.”

That parted your lips and James said, “You do realize this war will go down in history, people are going to talk about this war against Hitler and all those camps for decades. There are dozens of Civil War exhibits in this country, even just the airplanes built since their invention have been collected even when discontinued for public use. Egypt and Ancient Rome have exhibits all around the world. The first woman Medic Officer in Canadian history is going in an exhibit. People are going to write books about us. People have written books about the battalions Vic and I have been in through each of our wars since our first enlistment.”

“How do you deal with that?” you asked and he simply leaned in to claim a comforting kiss followed by a second on your nose as Victor opened the driver’s side door.

At the pat of his hand on the hood he said, “Let’s go pick up your hats Pipsqueak.” Dropping into the car that James moved to open the passenger side door to.

“You’re both too calm with this.”

James hummed back, “Just wait till someone tries to trash your name and you’ll see us burn the world down to change their minds and make them apologize.”

“You burn the world down and those Asgardians will come drop down on all of us.”

Victor laughed from inside the car, “They come down here they won’t stand a chance if they come to try to fight you. Now if they want to buy a book they are free to get in line, and there will be lines.” He finished with a smile at your slide to the middle spot on the bench seat with legs crossed against James’ in his closing the door on his settling inside.

The drive didn’t take long while they both shared their own assumptions on how the sales would go in your comfortable place against James’ side glad for his arm across your lap to hold your hand out of the way from the stick shift. Before you could even park the excited Hatter’s Wife hastened to the door to open it for the three of you to let you in for the final display and payment hand over for the second half of the hats.

Smiling widely the Hatter greeted you with a warm handshake and pat on the back of your hand clasped in his, “Welcome back, we are so glad to have been chosen as your personal Hatters.” He released your hand and shook the brothers’ hands while you held back your smile from spreading awkwardly across your face at his claim on any future business you now had to come up with some more of somehow to appease his assumption. “Now, we shall start with our Bride.”

He said with a smile until his wife said, “That is, we also can fit you in the private room if you prefer to surprise the Groom on the day of.”

“Here is good,” you said in his pause luring his smile out again in his turn to fetch your hat from the back. “Managed to keep the dress a secret along with the shoes but think I just might want to spread a bit of jealousy at the details on mine.” You said easing onto the stool she motioned you to so he could settle it in place.

The Hatter returned and smiled at your eyeing the white marvel he lifted and settled gingerly onto your head like a crown. More so the action had the guys about in tears for the first glimpse of you as a Bride, and when you stood to walk to the mirrors they were drawn after you admiring the pristine white top hat you almost didn’t want to touch to keep it clean. The shorter styled top hat with a ribbon accented with a shimmering broach and a white feather was circled by a net like ribbon draped around the rise of the hat with a tail that would be lowered as the portion to cover your face. You had Mamma Brock’s veil but like the other women who wore it a second sheer layer would cover your face as hers was woven lace stitched to heavy barely see through silk and would be too difficult to actually make it down the aisle or even across a room.

Around your face his fingers eased the net veil portion down saying, “And this will simply be lovely and quite easy to see through on the big day. Should you wish to add a hair piece if you secured it above a bun then it should fit nicely along with this hat.”

“I do have a silk and hand woven lace veil that I am borrowing for the day, this should help to keep it in place while I walk to the reception after if it’s a bit windy.”

James chuckled humming out, “You’re not walking, I’m carrying you the full way.” The Hatter looked his way and he said, “Tradition, the barn is just a stone’s throw from the church, Bride is carried to her seat.”

Hatter’s Wife, “Oh that sounds lovely for wedding traditions.” She said stealing a glance at the ring on James’ hand adding, “Along with your Groom already wearing his ring.”

Victor said showing off is two rings on his ring finger, “Family tradition we get two rings too so we can brag up to the big day.”

The assistant came out with the other female hat design while the Hatter claimed your hat again he took back to its box that gave you the second hat to admire and shift the shorter accented by a silk flower ending the ribbon, the netting simply was a tuft in the front and right side minus the tail yours had. Just as breathtaking as the first to be followed by both of the brothers admiring their own grey top hats accented with black ribbons and James’ with a purple accenting fold of ribbon on the side where the ends met.

Pt 40

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marissafonte · 3 years

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detective-cooper · 5 years

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I saw that you're taking prompts and I mis your writing so please 24 " I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half pole" and 25 " you'd freeze out there" for Bughead. I'll leave the scenario up to you, but I would like them to involve snow. Thanks and can't wait to see what you come up with! ❤❤❤

“I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!”

“You’d freeze out there.”

Seeing as I don’t have a lot of first hand experience with snow (except that one in New Zealand) -- excuse any errors!

‘If looks could kill, you would’ve died a thousand deaths by now.’ - Betty was known for her death stare. After all, nobody second guessed Alice Cooper, right?

Right.

Betty Cooper had learnt from the best.

“I am not kissing Elizabeth Cooper,” He had muttered under his breath.

With pursed lips, Betty glared. And she knows he felt it. She watched him physically sink lower into his spot on the carpet. She imagines he was wishing for the ground to open up below him.

“I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole!” she spat back. “I don’t want to kiss you either.” Standing up, along with pursed lips, she felt her nostrils flaring. Flipping him the bird, she looked at Veronica and muttered something about going outside.

“You’d freeze out there.”

Spinning around on her heel, ignoring the goosebumps that were forming underneath her one layer of sweater (already dreading going outside due to the forecast of heavy snow fall), Betty rolled her eyes, “I’d rather freeze then have anything to do with you.” With a final nail in the coffin, she blew Jughead Jones a kiss and stormed out of the now very quiet room.

As the chill hit her face, Betty found a quiet spot on the balcony and pulled out her phone.

Nine thirty.

Feeling her teeth begin to chatter, she hoped the next ten minutes would pass. Quickly.

Thankfully, it did.

Betty knew it wouldn’t take long for spin-the-bottle to start up, and the next pash to take place--and for the argument between Betty and Jughead to be forgotten about.

“You took your time.”

“I had to fend off a few questions.”

Betty smiled as she felt the weight of his jacket fall on her shoulders, alongside his arm wrapping around her. Immediately, she felt surrounded by his warmth.

“Thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole, hey Betts?”

“You refusing to kiss me, Juggie?”

“Still, what you said was a bit rough, and almost believable... Had we not made out in the closet half an hour beforehand.”

He smiled as he saw the blush creep over her face.

“We’ll have to reveal ourselves soon, Jug.” Betty whispered, “I want to be able to kiss you, hug you, hold your hand in public.”

Pulling her closer, placing a kiss on her temple, Jughead sighed, “Soon, Betts. I promise. After all, Christmas is coming up. And, I found a stash of mistletoe hidden at school.”

#riverdaleminireindeergames #bughead #prompt #a92vm #answered

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ebonyphotographs · 5 years

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I still get tagged for asks? <:U

(Let me take this time to apologize to anyone whose tags I may have missed buried in the depths of my activity notes or if I’ve been horrifically inactive and it got lost somewhere along the way. Feel free to yell at me if I’m unknown to your questions!!)

I can’t even remember who tagged me for this. It’s been sitting in my drafts for quite a while. I’m so sorry... onto the answers???

Name: I usually respond to a general shout of “Hey you!” or “Dude/Bro”.

Age: 22 ^^ Am I old?

Country: (sighs) America.

Favorite Color(s): Purple! Wait! No, blue...?

Follower Count: ...I have... 872 followers. This must be fake.

Choose A Superpower: Gods please, the gift of FLIGHT.

Favorite Drink: Tea, though apparently it’s bad for me.

Song You Love Right Now: Mat Zo - Sinful [Louis La Roche Remix]

Dream Career: Writing books and... being lazy I guess

Dream Vacation: 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒶𝓏𝓎 𝐼 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈

Favorite Character Of The Week: eheheh probably Somnus. Smug little bitch.

How You Like Keeping Your Hair: My long hair is gone now and I am a free birdie. My hair does what it wants. Feels pretty great.

Christmas Or Halloween: Please, I wouldn’t touch Halloween with a 39 & a half foot pole.

I’m just getting sassier with these answers, goodness (worth it)

#me #about the blogger #bruh #asks #answers #I'm so late to this #forgive me #personal #a lot of these are the same answers but #just so you have them #bless #late late late

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voyages-extraordinaires · 6 years

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C:R ~VE~ Chapter 39

“She’s definitely headed north,” Barbicane puts his hands on his hips and looks up at the large airship tethered nearby.

“Judging from the suppliiiiiies they’re loading... I’d say as far north as the Arctic itseeeeelf... maybe even the poooole...”

“An airship flying over the Arctic?” I look up at Nemo. “Is that commonly done?”

“Mmm~ in theeeeory it should be simple to fly there. The cooler, denser air is ideeeeeeal for airship travel...”

“But the wind and fog can cause issues,” Barbicane continues. “Plus, it’s so isolated, the closest ports would be somewhere in Greenland or even Canada.”

“What’s up there, anyway?” Ned shrugs. “Just a lot of snow and Santa Claus, right?”

“S-Saaaaaanta Claaaauuuuss--?!?!” Nemo shoots a glare at Ned so deadly that I’m certain his goggles will melt. Joking or not, Ned’s charming density always seems to invoke Nemo’s anger.

“There are lots of different hypotheses about what’s at the North Pole,” says Barbicane. “No one’s ever made it up that far, though... most people use ships in their attempts, sailing up the Arctic Sea... there was one crew that tried, but...”

“Well, I know THAT!” Ned scoffs as if Barbicane had stated something completely obvious. “I’ve been in the Arctic Sea plenty of times! But never the North Pole.”

Cardia looked up at us from her silence and narrowed her eyes. “But why would Aleister take us to the North Pole?”

Nemo gives a shrug. “It’s just a hypooooooothesis.”

But as more supplies are loaded, it looks like that hypothesis might be correct. It isn’t much longer before the five of us are shooed on-board. The three boys eagerly begin pursuing the bridge, but they’re inelegantly shuffled alongside Cardia and myself onto a promenade.

It’s a very nice promenade, with wide windows angled downward to view the surface and plush couches and coffee tables stacked high with various newspapers and pleasure reading.

But... I think they could have stuffed the Pyramid of Giza itself in here and I’d still be staring at four people in various stages of discontent. Cardia is using her feelings of frustration to be productive, taking in her surroundings and planning her next move. Impey Barbicane, always energetic, is not one to let something like this get him down. He’s also plotting, but doing so with a big smile, and taking the time to let Cardia know that he’ll keep her safe, no matter what. ... I have a feeling that, in this case, she would be the one keeping him safe. She’s as cool as ever.

Following that are two fine examples of, ah... hm. How should I describe what I’m seeing before me? ‘Human battering rams’ would be a good way to start. Both Nemo and Ned have their shoulders hunched and are slamming into the locked door of the promenade. ... It looks like the former might be better at shouting the door down than making any progress with his bony-- oh, that looks like it hurt!

I run over to Nemo, who stumbles back and glares at the door while clutching his shoulder.

“Fooooools! Unenlightened barbaaaaaaaaarians! How DAAAAAAAARE you keep this great scientist chaiiiiiined--”

I gently touch his shoulder. “Does it hurt?”

Nemo blinks a few times before looking down at me and offering me a quick grin. “Mm-mm~ fiiiiine fiiiiine~!”

He then takes a deep breath and faces the door again.

“How DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE you keep this great scientist chained away from where he beloooooongs, on the wings of the skyyyyy!”

Ned finally gives up and looks back at me as Nemo continues his loud complaining.

“Looks like whatever we hope to find out, we’ll have to find out from this room.”

But his expression softens as he stands up and ruffles my hair. “But don’t worry, Professor. The second this door opens, I’m going to bust us out of here!”

“I don’t understand,” I finally say. “I know you’re concerned about us being trapped, but... wouldn’t escaping this ship be against our goals? We want to go to wherever Aleister is sending us, right? For Conseil and Smith’s sakes.”

Ned looks over at Barbicane and then at Nemo. “It’s the same for you two, right...?”

Nemo sighs dramatically before flopping backwards onto a couch, holding his knees to his chest and pouting magnificently. “I think we aaaaaaall have that same, burning desiiiiiiiire...”

“Yeah, same here,” says Barbicane. “Being cooped up like this, when there’s so much awesome tech on this ship....!”

“I’ve gooooooooooot to see the bridge of this magnificent airshiiiiiiiiiiiip!!” Nemo finally yells.

I look from the wailing Nemo to Ned and then to Barbicane.

These three grown men are throwing fits because they want to pilot the ship?!

I sink onto the couch next to Nemo and hold my head in my hands.

“Hey, heeeeey~”

I look over at Nemo when I feel him begin to trail his index finger up and down my spine like it’s some kind of xylophone.

When he sees that my eyes are on him, his grin gets so big that it almost looks painful. “Hee hee... you’re looking awfully calm, my professoooor... my, my, could it be that you’re fiiiiiiiiiinally getting over your issue with heights~?”

He changes moods so quickly that I think my neck would break if I tried to follow along. But he looks so happy that I can’t help but return his smile.

“I’m afraid that’s not the case,” I say with a shrug. “It’s just that we’re on the coast. I feel calmer when we’re over the ocean.”

Nemo leans his chin on his hand and looks at me with half-lidded eyes. “You really do love the ocean, don’t you...?”

I quickly look away, flushing. “Well, yes, but that’s not it. You see... the ocean is forgiving.”

Nemo tilts his head with a confused, “Mrrph?”

“I mean, the ocean... holds you... it’s gentle like that...” I can’t stop my cheeks from reddening. “So the impact isn’t as... um...”

“Polly-chan...” Nemo has to bite his lip to hold back a snort of laughter. “Are... are you talking about buuuuuooyancyyyyyyy?! A--- Ahahaha--hahahahaa!! You really, reeeeeally are more of a poet than a scientist...!!”

“Don’t say that! Laugh all you want, but it makes sense,” I say with a huff. “If we crashed in the ocean, it wouldn’t be as bad as if we were over land. That’s why it’s not as frightening... geez, you won’t stop laughing, will you? I should’ve kept my mouth shut...”

“Eh, wouldn’t matter,” said Ned. “As high up as this thing’ll get, whether we’d crash on sea or land, we’d be pancakes either wa--hrrk!”

Before Ned could finish his thoughts, Nemo springs to his feet and shoves a round object into the sailor’s mouth.

“I woooonder how delicious you’d find this if I decided to detonate it...?” Nemo’s lips curl into a thin, dangerous smile. “But I’d haaaaaaaate to stain this pretty marvel with an idiot’s blood, sooooo...”

Nemo’s voice drops to a growl so vile it makes my skin crawl: “Keep. Your. Fool. Mouth. Shut.”

As Ned tries to pry the bomb out of his mouth, Nemo turns to me with a surprisingly cheerful air. “Your poetry dooooes have a point, though, my cute professoooor! If a ship did have to crash, the best scenario for it would be above a large body of water!”

He sways towards me and thunks his forehead against mine. “But don’t wooooorry... as long as I’m on an aircraft, Polly-chaaaaan... I won’t let you fall. Ever.”

“Nemo...”

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Barbicane leaning down towards Cardia and whispering: “Should we mention the Fulton?”

“Do you want a bomb in your mouth?” replies Cardia. “Besides, you don’t have the best track record, either, Impey.”

I feel my legs begin to tremble from nerves, but by that time Nemo’s lips are over mine, and my head swims with thoughts of him instead.

“Pthew! There we go!” As Ned spits the bomb into his hand, the airship begins to rise in preparation for its takeoff.

Still kissing me, Nemo sits me down on the couch, tilting my head back so he can reach me easier. His movements against the ship’s makes me feel dizzy, but it’s not unpleasant.

When the engine’s rumblings calm, he finally pulls away and gives me that expectant look again- that one that says: ‘Didn’t I do a good job?’

“Yes,” I answer his silent question. “It felt nice.”

“Heeee--!” he gives a happy hum before looking excitedly over the edge of the couch to the wide windows where Barbicane, Cardia, and Ned have already gathered.

“Go on,” I tell him. “I know better than to keep the Lord of the Sky away from a grand ascent.” I give Nemo a light pat on the arm and his smile dazzles me before he hops up to join the others.

Before he leaves my field of vision, though, he points at me and exclaims: “I LOVE YOU~!”

Nemo bounds over to the others with a crash and begins laughing loudly about the magnificence of flight technology.

I still feel his warmth, though, and it comforts me as we begin to rise in the air.

“You goof...” I whisper. “I love you too.”

My heart is still pounding as we rise higher, and I decide to distract myself by reading one of the newspapers.

[DISASTROUS POLAR EXPEDITION.]

My, what pleasant reading material. I turn the paper over and look at the date-- it looks like this was reported a few months before the Nautilus’ attack.

“Isn’t there anything more recent...?” I sigh and begin reading again.

[A handful of survivors returned to London after a mutiny at sea and a failed attempt to reach the North Pole. Jonathan Hatteras, the Captain of the expedition, was quoted as saying: “As Englishmen, it is our duty to be the first to set foot upon the Pole. If we quit now, we’re rejecting our duty to the Queen.” It was a quiet and grave speech, one given to men that only Hatteras could see.]

I read a few more lines about the captain’s decaying mental state before thrusting the paper away. The way it was described was disgusting- an exploitation of a man’s illness to sell more papers.

I hesitantly look over my shoulder to watch Nemo clap Barbicane on the shoulder and giggle about some scientific joke.

Perhaps the article hit a little too close to home for me.

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lbat1901 · 5 years

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How Tom Stole Christmas [An Eddsworld Story] Part 2

"So how was watching Christmas movies?" asked Future Tom. "Long and painful" said Tom while thinking back at the thought. "Are we waiting for everyone to go to sleep or are we just going to sneak in while they're not looking?" asked Future Tom. "We're going to wait till they go to bed. Once they're asleep we can easily sneak down their chimney and take down all of their Christmas decorations" said Tom before laughing maniacally. "Man, I'm beat. I really had a great time" said Tord. "Yeah and it sure was a lot of fun, but it's getting close to 11 o' clock" said Edd. "Oh yeah, you're right. I'm going to leave cookies out for Santa" said Matt. "And this should be our cue, just give a while and we're good to go" said Tom. After a couple of minutes, Edd, Tord, and Matt went to bed leading both Tom and Future Tom to carry out their plan. Tom and Future Tom began taking down all of the decorations including the tree before going outside and putting the now filled up sacks onto the sleigh. "That was fun, now let's head to the next house" said Tom as he was eating the cookies that Matt left out. The two thieves went to the house right next to Edd's while carrying a ladder. Future Ton holds the ladder as Tom climbs up to the rooftop with a couple of sacks. Once on the roof, Tom climbs into chimney before giving off a small smirk as he went down it. Tom eventually made his way into the house before doing exactly the same thing that he did back at Edd's house. Tom took down the stockings, removed blinking Christmas lights, along with other decorations before sending a sack back up the chimney one by one. After that Tom begins stuffing the tree up the chimney only to have one of the many ornaments fall off of the tree and rolled away from the room and into another one. Jon who was sleeping suddenly woken up to the sound the ornament before getting up and walking over to it. He picks it up and goes to living room to put it back on the tree only to see Tom who he believed to be Santa. "Santa, why are you taking our tree? Why Santa why? Have we been naughty?" asked Jon. Tom who was caught in the act knew that Jon was going to blow his cover but Tom suddenly came up with a lie and it was a quick one. "Oh Jon, I'm taking this tree with me since it has a light that's not working. You're not in trouble. I promise to fix it back in my workshop and bring it back here. What do you say?" asked Tom with a small smile. "Okay, you can take it. Thank you Santa" said Jon before leaving the room to head back to bed. Once Jon was fast asleep, Tom continued to stuffed up the tree till it eventually went up the chimney. Future Tom placed all of the sacks onto sleigh just before Tom comes down the ladder. "So who's house did you steal from?" asked Future Tom. "Oh it's just Eduardo and his goons, but that doesn't matter now since I've took all of their decorations" said Tom before laughing. Both Tom and Future Tom climbed into the sleigh as the sacks were already in the sleigh. "If this is a sleigh, where's the reindeer?" asked Future Tom. "Reindeer? We don't need any reindeer, this sleigh is rocket powered which allows us to fly all around Durdam Lane in one trip" said Tom. Tom starts the engine and the sleigh takes off into the sky. While in the sky Tom puts a mix tape into the sleigh's built in stereo before pressing play as Tom and Future Tom continued their raiding spree as a song played in the background during the whole time. You're a mean one You're really are a heel You're as cuddly as a cactus You're charming as an eel Mr. Ridgewell You're a bad banana Mr. Ridgewell With a greasy black peel You're a vile one You got termites in your smile You have all the bitter tenderness Of a seasick Eduardo Mr. Ridgewell You're a foul one Friends, you don't have none I wouldn't touch you with a 39-and-a- half foot pole! You're a monster Your heart's an empty hole You have garlic in your soul You've got garlic in you soul All them smiles homie I turn 'em to frowns All them decorations I burn 'em all to the ground You can ask future me, I don't play around Ayo Ewwwwwww Who's this mean fellow With his blue clothes and his eyes all Black as night? Ewwwwwww Why are you so mad for? Halloween just went by and we're not Knockin' at your door anytime soon, man Mr. Ridgewell You're a bad banana You're gonna spoil everyone With your bad attitude Mr. Ridgewell La-la-la Who's this mean fellow With his blue clothes and his eyes all Black as night? La-la-la Why are you so mad for? Halloween just went by and we're not Knockin' at your door anytime soon! La-la You're a bad banana! At the time when the song ended, Durdam Lane was pitch black since all of the decorative Christmas lights have been taken down. "I did it! I actually stole Christmas!" said Tom. "Congratulations, you did it" said Future Tom. "Heh, it's almost 8 o' clock. Wait and watch all of Durdam Lane get up in joy only to find out that their Christmas has been stolen by me. Now get those blowtorches ready" said Tom. As Future Tom was getting out the blowtorches, the sun was already starting to rise. "Here it comes. I can't wait to see everyone's reaction" said Tom in excitement. Tom gets out a device which revealed to be connected to a camera system inside Edd's house. The camera picked up Matt who got up with a start before running towards the living room. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, it's Christmas morning. I can't wait to see all the presents. I'm sure that I'll- oh my god it can't be" said Matt while stopping in his tracks. "Heheh....oh yes it is Matt, I took all of decorations including the tree. What do you have to say bout them apples?" asked Tom while smiling in glee. "Look at all of these presents" said Matt. "Wait presents? No, I took them. Let me see and oh what the? Why are there presents under the tree? I thought- I thought I took everything" said Tom who was shocked. What Tom saw was that the tree was back in its original place along with all the decorations. "HOW CAN THIS BE!? I literally took everything! Who brought everything back?" asked Tom who was so in much anger and confusion. "Uh you might need to see this" said Future Tom. What Tom saw next happened to be Santa Claus who was riding in his sleigh through the sky. "Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas everybody!" said Santa while flying away. As soon as Santa was out of sight, Tom who was just standing in the cloud snow felt something that day and that one something just so happened to be that his heart grew three sizes in deep hatred. "GOD DARN IT!!!" yelled Tom. "Hey, it looks like everyone is starting to sing together" said Future Tom. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" yelled Tom as he covered his ears as all of Durdam Lane started singing in holiday cheerfulness.

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