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mariana-oconnor · 1 year

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The Red-Headed League Pt 2

until the comical side of the affair so completely overtopped every other consideration that we both burst out into a roar of laughter.

Professional people being professional. Mmhm. You'd think a doctor would be better at keeping a straight face, I'm pretty sure humans have been sticking inappropriate things in inappropriate places since time immemorial. But these two are giggling like school boys. A lovely image, but I'd be a bit mad if they did it to me. I can't blame Mr Wilson for being mad at them.

Finally, I went to the landlord, who is an accountant living on the ground-floor, and I asked him if he could tell me what had become of the Red-headed League. He said that he had never heard of any such body. Then I asked him who Mr Duncan Ross was. He answered that the name was new to him.

Surprising no one at all. I said it in my comments about the first part, but I love how this whole scam has been echoed in heist shows/films right up to modern day. Acquire offices under false pretences, create hype around fake business, use office to make business look legit, pack up shop and leave an empty office behind and no one with any clue what the mark is talking about.

"I went home to Saxe-Coburg Square, and I took the advice of my assistant. But he could not help me in any way. He could only say that if I waited I should hear by post.

I mean, honestly, for someone who is supposedly unassociated with the league in question, that's more than he should be able to say. A more normal response would be 'That's fucking weird, boss. I think it might be a scam.' But clearly Victor is entirely trustworthy, so I shouldn't question him. Totally trustworthy.

On the contrary, you are, as I understand, richer by some 30 pounds, to say nothing of the minute knowledge which you have gained on every subject which comes under the letter A.

I expect that pub quizzes weren't around in 1890, but if they were, Mr Wilson would be an excellent addition to your team.

The internet tells me pub quizzes only date back to the 70s. Which seems late, as I swear my Mum's dad and brothers used to go religiously to their local league when she was young, but maybe I got the timeline on that wrong.

Further investigation has found me to be correct as the very league my family used to frequent is apparently referenced in an article from the early 60s. In fact it quotes someone who absolutely must have known my grandad and might even be in the picture of the quiz team on top of our bookcase.

This tangent has been brought to you by my love of trivia... Pun intended.

Back to the 1890s

"Why did you pick him?"

"Because he was handy and would come cheap."

"At half-wages, in fact."

"Yes."

A lesson that stands to this day: if something seems impossibly good value, it probably is. And if someone is willing to work for less than they're worth, one of you is the bad guy.

"As a rule," said Holmes, "the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify. But I must be prompt over this matter."

This reads like a contradiction, but I'm pretty sure it's true. It's the weird things that make crimes stand out and lead to the people committing them. The crimes that are completely run of the mill, like house burglaries, are one of a thousand almost identical crimes. But if a juggling clown robbed a shoe shop and rode off on a unicycle, that would cut down the suspects drastically.

"To smoke," he answered. "It is quite a three pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes."

Infamous line is infamous. All problems may be measured by how many pipes it takes to solve them. The standard SI unit of mysteriousness, I believe.

"Sarasate plays at the St. James's Hall this afternoon," he remarked. "What do you think, Watson? Could your patients spare you for a few hours?"

"I have nothing to do to-day. My practice is never very absorbing."

Let's hope no one has stuck a candlestick anywhere unmentionable... But seriously, you can just ditch your patients for the day? And I complain about waiting times for the NHS!

Watson is just: 'My bff asked me to play hooky. Lol. Byeee!' and these people are paying him.

"Smart fellow, that," observed Holmes as we walked away. "He is, in my judgment. the fourth smartest man in London, and for daring I am not sure that he has not a claim to be third. I have known something of him before."

Holmes, the man is a terrible con artist. He's the most suspicious and he was so obvious it was embarrassing. And you're putting him right behind you in the list? (I assume Mycroft is number 1)

I guess that being intelligent doesn't mean you have to be good at conning people, but really, he's terrible at it. He couldn't have been more obviously involved if he had a sandwich board on saying 'The red-headed league is a con. Ask me how!'

I know Mr Wilson didn't work it out, but literally everyone else did. I bet that 14 year old child labour maid Mr Wilson hires knows he's a con man and just doesn't care because she's not paid enough to.

"Not him."

"What then?"

"The knees of his trousers."

I have been on this website too long, because my mind absolutely went into the gutter here. Which, incidentally, was also one of the places I thought of his knees being.

"Let us now explore the parts which lie behind it."

Is it a bank? Please be a bank. I honestly can't remember. But I want it to be a bank. Just for that good, old-fashioned bank robbery shenanigans. Although I will accept jewellery shop.

"There is Mortimer's, the tobacconist, the little newspaper shop, the Coburg branch of the City and Suburban Bank, the Vegetarian Restaurant, and McFarlane's carriage-building depot."

Oh yeah. Got to love a bank robbery. Classic.

This has been copied so many times in media it's difficult to tell whether contemporary audiences would have been as able to work it out as modern readers. But it's a classic for a reason.

Also worth noticing that there's a Vegetarian restaurant in London in 1890. You'd have been hard pressed to find a vegetarian restaurant in most parts of England in 1990, so that's ahead of its time.

My friend was an enthusiastic musician, being himself not only a very capable performer but a composer of no ordinary merit. All the afternoon he sat in the stalls wrapped in the most perfect happiness, gently waving his long, thin fingers in time to the music, while his gently smiling face and his languid, dreamy eyes were as unlike those of Holmes, the sleuth-hound, Holmes the relentless, keen-witted, ready-handed criminal agent, as it was possible to conceive.

Watson's crush is showing again. 😆

This description keeps going in a further totally heterosexual way. Look, I'm not saying straight guys can't appreciate their bff's 'languid, dreamy eyes', but when directly compared to his descriptions of other characters... This is exceptionally effusive is all I'm saying.

And, I say, Doctor, there may be some little danger, so kindly put your army revolver in your pocket.

Must. Not. Make. Joke.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Red-Headed League #long post

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[Riconti] Performance anxiety

Happy (late) Valentine's day! To celebrate, I bring you an awkward first time fic ❤️ Rated M | Light smut 3.2k words | ao3 link

The atmosphere in the car was filled with anticipation.

Felix tore his eyes away from the nightly Coburg streets to glance at the passenger seat, where Ace was toying with the cuff of his blazer. Upon catching Felix's eye, he gave a secretive smile, eyes glinting with promise.

They were driving home from one of Felix's company parties. It had been simultaneously nerve-wracking and exciting to publicly introduce Ace as his partner to Lauren and the other people he worked with, but the evening had been a raging success. There had been laughs and easy chatter over dinner, some good-natured teasing on Felix's behalf, and even an impromptu dance battle when—after Felix's stubborn refusal to dance to 90's pop music sober—Ace had instead dragged Lauren onto the dance floor.

Throughout the night, Felix's fingers had itched for something stronger than water. But after the half a shot of whiskey he'd had at home—just to soothe the nerves—Felix had managed to ignore the urge since he'd promised Ace he was going to drive them home tonight.

And it didn't escape Felix's notice that Ace had avoided drinking as well. He'd asked for alcohol-free champagne at the welcome toast and only had soda for the rest of the night. Every time Felix gave him a questioning look, Ace had only winked conspiratorially.

The not-so-subtle flirting was only emphasized by the fact that Ace had chosen to wear an outfit that had If lost, return to Felix written all over it. The stylish blazer and dark gray slacks Felix had purchased for him weeks earlier, but the turquoise dress shirt he'd raided straight from Felix's closet and—in Felix's humble opinion—it looked a hundred times better on Ace's tan complexion. It still did something absolutely stupid to Felix's smitten heart to see Ace wearing his clothes; desire curled low in his belly and as much as he enjoyed spending time with Lauren and their colleagues, Felix couldn't wait to go home with Ace.

And from the way Ace hadn't even attempted to hide the way his eyes lingered on Felix and how he kept finding excuses to touch him all night, neither could Ace.

So when they finally arrived at the Richter manor, Felix supposed it was only natural that they instantly collided into a passionate kiss as soon as the front door closed behind them.

Ace's mouth was hot under Felix's lips, both of them groaning into the kiss before Ace tugged Felix further into the house.

"Please," Ace said, his eyes half-lidded. "Please tell me this is going where I think it's going."

Felix could relate wholeheartedly. Ace had spent the majority of these three weeks following Felix's cousin's wedding in Germany, and it had been nothing short of amazing. Even when Felix returned to work and there were no more extravagant wedding activities like the week they got together, they'd managed to slot into each other's lives just right.

Somewhere in between waking up next to each other every day, of showing Ace around Coburg, of curling up on the couch together to watch Felix's favorite German movies or swear at one of Ace's online poker opponents, Felix had fallen harder than he ever had in his life.

Yet, with all the kissing and confessed feelings and everyday intimacy, they'd never gone further than that one night of clothed petting in the Hoffmann estate. And though Felix was glad they had waited, he was also glad that the wait was over.

"Yes,'' Felix said, breathless from anticipation. "God, yes, I want this."

Ace's smiling lips crashed against Felix's and eager hands pulled him towards the staircase.

—

In just a few minutes, Felix had Ace naked under him in the king-sized bed. Ace was smirking, eyes wild and his face flushed, before pulling Felix on top of him and into another kiss.

And Felix knew that this was worth waiting for.

Felix felt bold enough to deepen the kiss, teasing his tongue against Ace's. The action earned him a filthy, open-mouthed moan and then Ace's hands were all over him, running over Felix's shoulders and back.

It was so much like that time, after Vanessa's wedding: him and Ace pawing at each other in the tacky guest room, everything a blur of heat and want.

Except this time, Felix had no idea how to proceed.

Doubt nagged at the back of Felix's mind and washed over him in a cold wave. Now that he had Ace exactly where he'd wanted to for so long—naked and panting with arousal—he realized he'd never planned further ahead than this.

Felix had never been with a man before, and certainly not with anyone like Ace. He hadn't expected that to be a problem, as Ace knew full well his lack of experience in this area; yet their position clearly left it up to Felix to set the pace for tonight.

Missionary wasn't something Felix particularly enjoyed. He couldn't even touch Ace in this position, lest he want to squash him under his weight. He settled for kissing Ace some more and awkwardly petting his bicep—the only thing he could reach with his arms still supporting himself.

Ace pulled away with a hum and started nipping at Felix's neck, his hands getting bolder and one dropping down to squeeze Felix's ass.

And Felix just stayed in place, cluelessly hovering above Ace. Of course Ace would get bored of just kissing. They were supposed to be having sex, after all—something Felix had been fantasizing about nearly every single day, but that now felt impossibly daunting.

Felix would never measure up to Ace's past partners. They were all probably confident and expert lovers, who know exactly how to please a man and could sweep Ace off his feet—

Ace let out a quiet moan and his hips bucked up against Felix's, his hardness rubbing wetly against Felix's hip. Unfortunately, the skin-on-skin contact gave Felix the mortifying realization that because of all the self-doubt and overthinking, he'd completely failed to get erect.

Ace didn't seem to notice Felix's length hanging uselessly flaccid between them. If anything, grinding against Felix only spurred him on, and he sucked at Felix's neck before his hand snaked down Felix's stomach towards his groin—

And Felix panicked.

He grabbed Ace's hand and yanked it away. Ace made a questioning noise, leaning back against the pillow to meet Felix's eyes. Despite his obvious arousal, there was clear concern on Ace's face; he was always so much more patient than Felix deserved, and now Felix couldn't even give him this—

"I'm sorry." Felix's voice cracked. "I can't—I'm not…"

He swallowed what would otherwise have been a pathetic sob.

"Hey," Ace said. His erection twitched against Felix's leg and that definitely didn’t help. "What's up?"

Nothing, and that's the problem! Felix wanted to scream.

Instead he steeled himself and sat back on his haunches, showing Ace the issue.

"I'm sorry," Felix repeated, looking away in shame as Ace's eyes trailed down his torso and found his useless dick. "I can't… perform."

Ace was silent for a few agonizing seconds, and that in itself was cause for concern. The situation must have been truly awful if even Ace couldn't manage to joke about it.

Felix already anticipated the look of offense and disappointment that would surely be clear in Ace's expression. When he finally dared to look, Ace was…

Smiling?

Ace's smile was easy and warm as he regarded Felix. "First time jitters, huh?" Ace asked.

How could Ace sound so casual about the issue, when Felix was ready to crawl out of his own skin from mortification?

"Yes," Felix said. "And I'm sorry, I promise it has nothing to do with you—"

"Oh, pfft, come on." Ace grinned and playfully nudged Felix's leg with his knee. "Do you know how many times I've had to give that speech? There's a reason I practically only had apple juice tonight, you know."

Felix frowned; Ace seemed to be implying that he was no stranger to this problem, yet…

"But…" Felix glanced at Ace's dick—which had deflated some, but still looked very much up for the task at hand.

"Yeah, well, I'm a horny old bastard with a very gorgeous man in bed with me." Ace smirked. "Even if Ace Jr. has gotten a little finicky in his old age, he's not gonna pass this up."

And Felix… didn't really know how to feel about that statement. Should he be relieved that Ace wasn't storming off? Feel even worse that Ace had obviously been looking forward to this? Or simply cringe at Ace talking about his penis like it was a person?

"It's okay, really," Ace said. "As someone with a dick who has enjoyed many other dicks in my lifetime, I know it happens. And I know that right now it feels like it's the end of the world, but it's really not a big deal."

And god, Felix wanted so desperately to believe him. "Okay," he said, lying down next to Ace and finally relaxing marginally. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, sugarpie." Ace winked and then leaned in for a kiss.

Felix signed into it and hesitantly brought up a hand to cup Ace's cheek. In return, Ace splayed a hand over Felix's chest and rubbed in slow circles.

"Can I still touch you down there? Or do something else for you?" Ace murmured. "If nothing happens, that's fine. I've just wanted to get my hands on you for so long and, well, this seems like a prime opportunity."

Felix swallowed as Ace kept caressing his upper body. He was asking so sweetly instead of pushing, but Felix had already made up his mind.

"No,'' Felix said, and disappointment flashed over Ace's features. "I'm sorry. It's not going to work—not tonight, there's too many thoughts and I just…"

Ace nodded and nuzzled affectionately against Felix's jaw. "That's okay."

Because Ace knew how bad Felix's worrying could get and for some reason, had still chosen to be with him.

"I know that I won’t be able to tonight, and I'll only feel worse if you try," Felix explained.

"Yeah, that makes sense. Thanks for telling me." Ace said, then seemed to perk up. "So, do you wanna call it a night? Maybe watch another episode of that stupid cake show you were pretending to hate?"

The smile Felix adored was back in full force as Ace beamed up at him, making Felix's heart throb with fondness. Ace truly was too good for him: always handling his irrational anxieties with compassion and gentle jokes. Ace also looked completely at home here in Felix's bed, with his kiss-swollen lips pulled up in a dorky smile and wholly unselfconscious by being completely nude next to Felix.

And as Felix's eyes roved over all the tanned skin and salt and pepper body hair, he could see why.

Ace was gorgeous.

The realization made Felix's cheeks feel hot and his fingers itched to touch. Throughout his internal panicking, Felix had managed to forget the most important thing—the reason why they were doing this in the first place.

Because Felix wanted Ace; wanted to make him feel good.

When Felix told him as much, Ace honest to god blushed and his answering "Well then, I'm all yours" was breathless even as the smile never left his face.

—

Through some maneuvering into a position that worked for them both, Felix kissed his way down from Ace's lips to his stomach—and maybe took a little detour to Ace's nipples that, based on the sounds Ace made, was wholly welcome—until he was eye level with Ace's crotch.

Felix placed one last peck on Ace's hip to gather courage. Then, before he could chicken out, he hesitantly pressed his lips to Ace's erection.

It twitched under his touch and Ace let out a quiet groan of encouragement. That was a good start, but Felix needed him to know…

"I, ehm," Felix said. "I've never done this before."

Ace's smile was full of adoration even through his obvious lust.

"I know; it's okay," Ace said, and Felix almost believed him. "I'll give you some pointers, if you want?"

Felix couldn't have agreed faster. "Please."

—

Ace's advice proved to be an absolute lifesaver.

After some hesitant touching and trying to recall the times someone had done this for him, Felix slowly got used to the motions of pleasuring someone this way. Soon enough, he was working his mouth over Ace, to the sounds of Ace guiding him while obviously enjoying himself.

“Mm, yeah—squeeze your lips a little tighter." Ace was panting, now, voice rough with pleasure. "You don’t have to go deep, just—oh, god, just like that. Fuck, that’s so good, baby.”

With the constant reassurance, Felix was able to relax and throw himself into the task headfirst. He'd always been good at following instructions and this was so much easier than having to figure out what Ace liked by himself.

Ace didn't seem to mind teaching him. Even once they got to the "Fuck, don't stop" part, a steady stream of pet names and praise kept rushing out from Ace's mouth, until he cut himself off with a groan and spilled into Felix's mouth.

And smiling around Ace's slowly softening dick, Felix finally felt like he'd done something right.

—

After a short cleanup of Ace's nether regions and Felix washing the unfamiliar taste out of his mouth, they settled under the covers together.

But even as Ace let out a happy sigh and sank into Felix's arms, Felix couldn't bring himself to fully relax.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't…" Felix trailed off, swallowing. "I promise I'll do better next time."

Please let there be a next time, please don't leave me because of this—

"Are you kidding me?" Ace said, pulling back in their embrace.

Felix's heart briefly dropped, until he realized that Ace was grinning brightly.

“You—quite literally—blew my brains out in like two minutes. Are you sure that was your first blowjob?” Ace asked, incredulous.

Felix's face heated from the compliment and he offered a half-shrug. “I just did what you told me to. And—" He cleared his throat. "And I’ve seen some—ehm, movies.”

Ace smirked. "Oh, I bet you have. You're a visual learner, after all."

Felix huffed out a laugh even as his cheeks pinked. How Ace could even make pornography sound so casual was a mystery.

"I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself," Felix said.

"I enjoyed myself immensely," Ace said. "And from what I gathered, you just needed a little verbal encouragement."

Felix tensed. Was he really that obvious?

"It helps. Knowing what you want and what you… like," he admitted.

"Hey, nothing wrong with that," Ace said, gently brushing a lock of hair back from Felix's forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't pick up on it sooner. I've, uh, consciously had to dial down what I say during sex, over the years. Jury says I talk way too much in bed."

Ace looked sheepish at the confession, and Felix realized that maybe he wasn't the only one with insecurities. Come to think of it, that was probably why the whole thing had felt so weird earlier; Ace hadn't been talking his usual nonsense of a running commentary and sweet-slash-annoying pet names.

"Never," Felix promised. "You should never have to hold back with me. I wouldn't be with you if I didn't enjoy the constant talking."

Ace laughed at that, before smiling at Felix warm and bright. "Yeah? Not even if I start cracking jokes when I’m balls-deep down your throat?"

Felix smiled. "Just make sure I don’t laugh too much to choke."

Ace winked and leaned in for a peck. "I make no promises."

—

They stayed like that for quite some time, kissing and caressing each other in the warmth of the thick duvet and newfound intimacy, in no rush to get dressed or get ready for sleep.

Ace immediately started making good on their new agreement, murmuring endearments and "That was amazing, sweetheart, you're so good" between kisses. Felix practically melted; it was all so comfortable, enjoying the afterglow with the man he loved.

…Oh. Apparently a little too comfortable, according to a certain part of Felix's body.

Felix cleared his throat and averted his eyes. "Of course, now it decides to work," he muttered.

Ace blinked before peeking under the blanket and laughing.

Because Felix was hard; his dick had finally gotten the memo, only a little too late.

"I'm sorry," Felix said. "I didn't mean to—"

"Shh," Ace said, kissing Felix's neck with a grin. "Does this mean you'll let me return the favor of that spectacular blowjob earlier?"

Felix hesitated. Some of the nervousness from before still lingered, but the arousal was quickly taking over.

Felix nodded and stuttered out an "If—if you want to."

Wasting no time, Ace flung the blanket off the bed with a wide smile and kneeled down by Felix's legs. His eyes were bright with eagerness as he leisurely worked his mouth down Felix’s sweaty body, before parking his face right next to Felix's dick.

"Hey there, gorgeous," Ace said, wrapping a hand around Felix's erection to steady it. "A little shy, are we? Needed some time to come out of your shell?"

Felix snorted a surprised laugh. Ace talking to his dick should be ridiculous, but instead it made affection bloom in Felix's chest. If Ace felt comfortable enough with him to say silly things like that, then surely, nothing Felix could do would risk messing this up.

"I know I left you high and dry last time we met a few weeks ago." Ace grinned up at Felix over the head of his cock and then pumped up and down the shaft, making it harden even further. "Let me see if I can kiss it better."

With that, Ace engulfed Felix’s waiting dick in his warm mouth. Felix let out a startlingly loud moan and immediately knew that this wouldn't take long.

—

Ace never broke eye contact while working his sinful mouth over Felix’s length so perfectly, and Felix was helpless to do anything but clutch the sheets and let out embarrassing whimpers of pleasure. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes before Felix was making a strangled noise and coming down Ace's throat faster than was probably acceptable of a man his age.

But when Ace pulled off his now softening dick—and then swallowed, dear god—both of them were smiling, and any shame on Felix’s part gave way for pure, giddy happiness.

Because he knew that Ace wouldn't judge him; not for this, and not for anything else Felix did or didn't do in bed.

"Mm, sweetheart," Ace purred, laying his cheek on Felix’s hip. “That was so good. Thank you for letting me do that for you.”

All sorts of embarrassing emotions crawled up Felix's throat and threatened to spill out. Despite everything, this evening had been better than he could have dreamed of.

He could only pull Ace up, hug him tight and whisper countless "Thank you"s between kisses on smiling lips.

As first times went, it might not have been what either of them had expected. But they were both happy and sated and—Felix felt bold enough to assume—more in love than ever.

And Felix really couldn't ask for anything more.

#riconti #felix richter #ace visconti #dbd fanfic #dweetwrites #dbd #dead by daylight

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jabbage · 1 year

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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In 2008 the staff at Sea Star Aquarium in Coburg, Germany, had a mystery on their hands. Two mornings in a row, they had arrived at work to find the aquarium eerily silent: the entire electrical system had shorted out. Each time they would reset the system only to find the same eerie silence greeting them the next morning. So on the third night a couple of staff members kept vigil, taking turns to sleep on the floor. Sure enough the perpetrator was apprehended: Otto, a six-month-old octopus.

He had crawled out of his tank and, using his siphon like a fire hose, aimed it at the overhead light. Apparently it annoyed him or maybe he was just bored. As director Elfriede Kummer told The Telegraph, “Otto is constantly craving for attention and always comes up with new stunts…

Once we saw him juggling hermit crabs in his tank”.

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The fearsome four adopting a child headcanons pt 2

Pt 1

Warning: you're still an anomaly

When you were younger you would make “food” made out of dirt, mud and grass. Bushroot is the only one who likes your “choking”.

One time when Bushroot was in a tight spot you pulled an E.T in this bitch and drove your bike to victory with a waist down decapitated Bushroot holding on for dear life onto the basket.

I think it's safe to say that your first impression of Negaduck was… undesirable to say the least and he seemed to share the same sentiment. You've heard horror stories of what he's done so you knew not to mess with him, but the second Negaduck tried to hurt your dads in front of you you'd pounced on him. In other words it went along something like this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHnZYzhRgXI

One time when you and your dads were playing tag and Quackerjack had you stuck in a corner so you used his wacky logic against him. First off by monologuing in a western accent about how “welp you've got me, heh what can i say, i'm here and out of breath but there is one thing you didn't take account for”. You say as you swerve around while making finger guns at him, Quackerjack is stunted and gasps dramatically. you take a few steps forward as you deliver the finishing line “you just yee'd your last haw partner” and then you make one single pew sound and Quackerjack is no more. F in chat for the quackster.

One time when Megavolt couldn't sleep and went to the kitchen to get a snack he found you in the cupboard eating out of a chips bag. Normally he would berate you for doing something like this but he was just too tired that night and joined you. Apparently Quackerjack had the same problems as Meg's because when he made it to the kitchen he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at you two. Sitting together in that coburg eating snacks… Without him, and there's no room left in there so he forces both of you to the couch. And then when it's day time the Liquidator finds three passed out chips covered fur balls spread out on the couch and he's like “why…” and your like *burp* “selfcare”. He just kinda accepts it after that and goes to get the wet wipes.

If one or more of your dads are feeling down and don't want to talk about it you will leave sticky notes with comforting words on them in places they usually go to when in that state of mind.

Sometimes your fur can get in the way so Megavolt and or Bushroot like to help set it up for you in a bow or a makeshift flower crown, it's really sweet.

One of your first memories with Quackerjack was when you started playing with his hats' bells, the sound they made was just so amusing to you and that's why you got a lot of toys with bells on and or in them.

Even after a few months of your adoption you were just as quiet as you were before your adoption and rarely spoke if at all, your new parents speculated it was because of your biological parents neglect and that it might be the cause of it. But they will be patient and if you need anything they will be there, especially to help you get out of your shell but at a pace that you're comfortable with. your dads started picking up on visual cues, sometimes when you're happy you wag your tail but when you're sad your ears drop, so they use that to their advantage.

Idk why but I can imagine Quackerjack rubbing your fur with balloons making your hair stick out, id imagen that he'd do it just to piss off Meg after he had just brushed your hair.

It should come to no surprise that Bushroot is the most protective of the four but god help anyone that messes with you if they are all present especially if the aforementioned person is a villain. They won't hesitate to go all out if it means keeping you safe, it's either Liquidator or Quackerjack who will escort you to safety while Megavolt and Bushroot wipe the floor with these suckers.

As you know the Liquidator is one of the villains and former businessman that likes to strategis his plan so they have potential of benefiting him in the future. So it's no surprise that he decided to try and find out what animal you were so he could learn how to take care of you in more efficient ways. But what was a surprise however is that he found out that you are a part of a dying species, now with this new knowledge he's decided to scour every known history book about your ancestors. And once the others find out about it and have their own collective freak out moment and come to their own conclusions. You on the utherhand see this as an opportunity to brag to your peers.

Whenever you accidentally say a word that doesn't exist and someone corrects you about it, you're like “it will be a word when I'm in control of the world” cue evil laughter.

Now I've alluded to how protective Bushroot can be but no one has seen him at his worst and survived, all except for Darkwing but he just witnessed the aftermath.

When you just started to warm up to Bushroot he began talking to you in a babyish voice like in the episode Just Us Justice Ducks pt1.

You greet your dads differently, you will be like “Hey dad, greetings dad, sup dad, hello dad” referring to Quackerjack, Liquidator, Megavolt and Bushroot in that order.

From the expensive clothes you wear most people of your school wrote you off as the typical rich mean girl in the first year of attending the school but after a while that notion died off.

#Darking Duck #Darkwing Duck headcanons #my writing #the fearsome four #The fearsome four headcanons #self insert #platonic #Bushroot #Quackerjack #Megavolt #Liquidator #found family #wholsome #Negaduck

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spaciousreasoning · 1 month

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A New Home

Nancy and I slept in until nearly 9 a.m. on Wednesday, her birthday. We immediately began contemplating what to do with everything and how to organize so much in the limited space we were moving into.

We started the day by stopping at Old Crow Coffee, a little drive-up place only a few blocks from our place. It had been on our radar since looking at the map of our neighborhood after Nancy found this place during her visit last December.

After a visit to a nearby Albertson's for a few groceries, we went for breakfast at Todd's Place, a little spot recommended by the barista at Old Crow. Then we headed to the nearby Jerry's Home Improvement Center for a couple trashcans, a paper towel dispenser, and a bath mat for the tub.

Following a brief stop to see Nancy's granddaughter's house—which she moved into after our visit last summer—we went to the local Xfinity store to work out the login details for our new internet service. It's nice to have a decent connection again and not need to work off the hotspot provided by my iPhone.

We spent a little bit of time trying to turn chaos into order before Nancy's daughter and son-in-law stopped by. Kurt mowed the lawn, which was wildly overgrown, and then he and Kalen helped us put the bed back together so Nancy and I did not have to sleep on the mattress on the floor again.

The whole convoy crowd got back together to officially celebrate Nancy's birthday at Roaring Rapids Pizza Company, located just across the Willamette River in Eugene. We sat outside, enjoying the cool weather and the view of the river. We were also entertained by a middle school jazz band that was there for their own celebration.

Once we got home, Nancy and I watched another episode of "Midsomer Murder" on the laptop before turning in for the night. Thursday morning we were up early, making coffee with the supplies and instruments we had dug out of boxes. Then we spent most of the rainy and cool day, still in our PJs, putting the kitchen and living room in order, stopping to lunch on some of the Pad Thai leftovers from Tuesday night.

After a shower and brief nap we did a little more work, including setting up my 27-inch Mac desktop in the living room to provide better viewing of streaming entertainment until we can buy a new television to replace the old one we donated to the Assistance League before leaving.

We briefly looked at new TV models at Costco after a bland dinner at a Mexican restaurant in Springfield. Eugene's only Costco and Trader Joe's are just a few minutes from each other along Coburg Road, and we hit both for more supplies, including the ingredients for our favorite breakfast of oatmeal with raisins and walnuts.

#moving #unpacking

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ink-nurse · 2 years

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Best Places To Get A Tattoo In Melbourne

Whether you’re in Melbourne or anywhere else in the world, when it comes to choosing a tattoo artist or studio to bring your perfect tattoo design to life, there are a few things to consider. For instance if you’re after a large-scale design with gradient shading, you’re probably not going to book into a studio that specialises in fine line stick and poke tattoos.

Reputation also matters, it’s important to do your research on artists and studios before making a booking to make sure they are going to be the right fit for your vision.

Each tattoo design will have its own needs and will require a specialised artist to deliver the design to a high standard. Fortunately for our Victorian friends, Melbourne is home to some of the best and highly acclaimed tattoo artists in the world. But with a tattoo studio on almost every corner of Melbourne’s buzzing streets, it can be extremely difficult to find your perfect match.

To help narrow your search, here’s a list of our suggestions for the best tattoo studios in Melbourne.

1. ADDIKTED TO INK – COBURG, COLLINGWOOD & FRANKSTON Addikted to Ink is one of Melbourne’s leading tattoo parlours, having opened 3 separate studios across the city in their first decade servicing the industry. The tattoo franchise boasts high-end tattooing services in almost all styles; from black and grey and colour realism, to traditional styles, neo-traditional, stipple/dot-work, script, chicano and more. Their work has been recognised with several awards over the years, setting an industry standard for all other studios. You can find them in their OG stomping ground studio in Coburg, their private studio in Collingwood, and their fresh new store front in Frankston.

2. LA BELLE TATTOO STUDIO – CRANBOURNE With over 15 years of experience in the industry, the girls behind La Belle Tattoo Studio bring the best of traditional, blackwork and realism to the Melbourne scene. Their studio is decked out from floor to ceiling with an array of vibrant designs that encapsulate their professionalism. Pick a design from their bank, or talk through a custom piece and watch your vision come to life. Oh, and while you’re there, make sure you say a friendly hello to Kaya and Erin for us!

3. GOLDEN GOOSE TATTOO – HEALESVILLE Golden Goose is a boutique tattoo studio servicing the Yarra Valley region with clean, detailed work that leaves a lasting impression. The artist’s hold themselves to a perfectionist standard, crafting meticulous designs with impeccable results. Not only this, but Golden Goose was the first ever studio in Australia to offer a 100% carbon neutral and vegan service in the craft of tattooing. Lily is the woman behind this gorgeous studio and we’re BIG fans of her work, so make sure you drop by and check out some of her designs.

4. BLUE LADY TATTOO – MELBOURNE CBD In the middle of Melbourne’s CBD you’ll find Blue Lady Tattoo somewhat hidden away in a converted loft-warehouse space, a far cry from your average dark and dingy, off-the-street tattoo parlour. With the walls and cabinetry adorned head to toe with flash tattoo designs, Blue Lady Tattoo offers high-quality, diverse designs, meticulously created to suit your vision. From neo-Japanese styles to traditional blackwork designs and custom pieces, the team at Blue Lady Tattoo are dedicated to bringing satisfaction to your next ink piece.

5. ZIMNI INK – MELBOURNE Zimni Ink is a small studio in the hub of Melbourne’s inner suburbs. A quick stroll from the Queen Victoria Markets and you’ll find a small team of talented artists with years of experience up their sleeve. Their style is distinct, but not restrictive, specialising in watercolour designs, fine line, geometric, illustrative, and black and grey.

6. FULL MOON TATTOO STUDIO – PRAHRAN Nestled behind the hustle and bustle of Melbourne’s famed hospitality strip, Chapel Street, rests one of the most authentic tattoo studios in the city – Full Moon Tattoo. This veteran studio has been serving clients in the area for the past decade with an array of styles and custom pieces, all uniquely designed to cater to the client. The artists at Full Moon have a deeply-rooted passion and respect for their craft, taking time and care with every design, leaving no detail spared.

7. ROCK N’ INK – GLEN WAVERLEY Set in a 50s inspired studio in the heart of Glen Waverley's buzzing social scene, Rock N’ Ink offers the perfect blend of modern, cutting edge designs with the traditional. With a bank of talented and experienced artists in residence, the team at Rock N’ Ink make it their mission to not just meet your tattoo expectations, but exceed them at every possibility.

8. THIRD EYE – FITZROY NORTH Known to most avid tattoo seekers in Melbourne, Third Eye is one of Australia’s leading tattoo studios, home to some of the most respected artists in the industry. With a vast offering of styles and appointment types, there’s nothing the team at Third Eye can’t deliver on. The team brings something new to every design, with a keen eye for detail to give each client a lasting result to rave about. Whatever your vision, the team at Third Eye have you covered.

Reference Link: https://ink-nurse.com/blogs/tattoo-info/best-places-to-get-a-tattoo-in-melbourne

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empress-alexandra · 4 years

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Royal families of Europe gathered in Coburg on the occasion of wedding of Grand Duke Ernest Louis of Hesse and Princess Victoria Melita, 1894.

Top row, l-r: Prince Louis of Battenberg, Grand Duke Paul Alexandrovich of Russia, Prince Philipp of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Count Mensdorff, Queen Maria of Romania, Grand Duchess Elizabeth Feodorovna of Russia, and Prince Alfred (Duke of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha).

Second row: Prince Henry of Battenberg, Princess Louise of Belgium (wife of Prince Philipp of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha), Grand Duke Sergei Alexandrovich of Russia, King Ferdinand I of Romania , Grand Duke Vladimir Alexandrovich of Russia, and Prince Arthur (Duke of Connaught).

Third row: King Edward VII, Princess Beatrice of Battenberg, Princess Alexandra of Edinburgh, Princess Charlotte of Prussia (Duchess of Saxe-Meiningen), Princess Louise Margaret of Prussia (Duchess of Connaught).

Fourth row: Prince Alfred of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Emperor Nicholas II of Russia, Empress Alexandra of Russia, Princess Victoria of Battenberg (Marchioness of Milford-Haven), Princess Irene of Hesse (Princess Henry of Prussia), Grand Duchess Maria Pavlovna of Russia, Grand Duchess Maria Alexandrova of Russia (Duchess of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha).

Sitting: Emperor Wilhelm II, Queen Victoria, Dowager Empress Victoria.

Sitting on the floor: Princess Beatrice of Edinburgh and Princess Feodora of Saxe-Meiningen.

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loiladadiani · 1 year

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Romanov extended family group, 1896

Standing at the back from left to right: Ferdinand, Crowned Prince of Romania, Nicholas II, Grand Duke Sergei Alexandrovich, Princess Victoria Melita (standing very far from her husband, Ersnt Louis, Grand Duke of Hesse and By Rhine.)

Sitting in the middle row from left to right: The little boy still in skirts holding hands with the lady next to him, Marie, Crowned Princess of Romania, is Grand Duke Dmitry Pavlovich. Next to Marie is Empress Alexandra Feodorovna, holding her daughter Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna; next to her is Grand Duchess Marie Alexandrovna (I am using her original Russian title, she was also Duchess of Edinburg and eventually Grand Duchess of Saxe-Coburg Gotha.) I do not recognize the baby she is holding. Last, sitting in front of Ernie, is Grand Duchess Elizabeth Feodorovna.

On the floor, sitting by Marie and holding a little girl's hand, is one of Marie's younger sisters. The little girl whose hand she is holding is Grand Duchess Marie Pavlovna, the younger. Her father, Grand Duke Pavel Alexandrovich, is sitting next to her. Lastly, I am very tempted to say that the woman sitting to the right of Pavel is the elder Hessian sister, Victoria, although I am not 100% sure!

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Pre Sale Cleaning- A Checklist You Must Follow

Pre-sale cleaning is not an easy job. It involves thorough cleaning and sanitation of the surroundings. It is not right to confuse it with the end of lease cleaning. As because in this case, you will have to make your home presentable for potential buyers. It is most helpful to leave this task up to the professionals as leave no stones unturned to guarantee you the best staging and cleaning of your property.

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Proper planning is crucial:

It would be best if you had an appropriate plan to go about the cleaning process. The professional pre sale cleaning in Balwyn takes place similar to the following points:

It is crucial to walk through each room and glance through them from the buyer’s perspective.

Contact the local yet renowned cleaners to have a look at the nooks and corners.

Inspecting the entire house is important.

Sell and donate anything that you do not need and earn money and praises in the process.

Tips to maximise your curb appeal:

It is rightfully said that the first imp[ression is a lasting one. You cannot let the buyer think negatively by judging the curb area. Hence, employing the professionals for pre sale cleaning in Brighton will help you get the following things done like a cakewalk:

Proper cleaning of the driveway doors and shutters

Checking the orderliness of the plants

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Cleaning of the gutters and other drainage areas

Declutter all that you can!

The cleaners dealing with the pre sale cleaning across Camberwell advise the homeowners to declutter their belongings and display only valuable and attractive amenities in their home. Rearranging the furniture and cabinets to maximise the available space will be a good move!

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Of the many rooms, the buyers check the kitchen and bathrooms as soon as they enter your home. Employing the pre sale cleaning experts from Coburg will help you get a clean and odour-free kitchen effortlessly. Watch out for these handy kitchen and bathroom cleaning tips:

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You can also hang a fresh set of towels for a lasting impression!

Pro tip: Do not try to sell an empty house!

There are many red flags you must avoid at the time of selling your home. It would be best if you never made the blunder of selling an empty house. A vacant or deserted place looks dull and desperate and depreciates the resale value of your home by many folds! The buyers might offer meagre rates for such pitiful homes. It is best to get your worn-out furniture and upholsteries cleaned via the pre sale cleaning experts in Canterbury to make your house presentable to the buyers!

The professionals will help you show off your home's best features: Hiring the professionals will help you in many unexpected ways! They make efforts to let you present your home to potential buyers just the right way! They advise you to make necessary changes, such as removing rugs to showcase your well-cleaned hardwood floors. They perform exemplary window cleaning and pull back the drapes to showcase the lovely views. Lastly, they clean the outdoors to create a lasting first impression.

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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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