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cow-tag · 1 year

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Holding the universe in his arms/////Fuck it we ball jonatello fusion fic real

literally so fucking exausted i might not even continue idfk but i needed to get it off my google docs so i can continue or smthn idfk but here yall go enjoy

The crystal glowed with an eerie light, illuminating the room and reflecting off Donnie’s goggles. They carefully chipped a piece off and held it under a microscope, watching the colors swirl and change. It was unlike anything they had ever seen before, and it certainly wasn’t recorded in human history. ‘Makes sense’ they thought, huffing to themself lightly. ‘I found it on a crashed Kraang ship, so it’s probably some sort of alien material.’

The object glowed and almost pulsed. It was mesmerizing, one could fall asleep if they stared at it for too long. But Donnie wasn’t going to sleep. Not just yet.

Now, Donnie should have expected what happened next. It’s rare they get a moment of peace with their family. But, surprisingly, the person that tumbled into their lab with a laugh and a shout was not an orange and green blur. Donnie looked over at the absence of orange for a split second, but immediately turned back when they saw the intruder. Of course he would bother them at this exact moment.

“Heeeyyy, Stickmaster!! What’s that shiny rock ya got there?”

Arnold Casey Bernid Jones Junior. The way Donatello got his full legal name is not important. What is important is the fact that he is their greatest rival. In love, in snarky remarks, in machinery, you name it. Except intelligence. They trump him on that topic. But either way, he has no reason to be here, and Donatello had no reason to put up with him.

“Nothing you need to know about Puckhead, now get out of my lab before I lose a foot up your ass.” Donatello doesn’t move from their spot examining the crystal, not even when they hear a chuckle and a soft “Hot.” come out of Casey. He’s been doing that lately. He’s been.. Flirting. More so than normal. Which in and of itself is a feat, considering the walking pansexual disaster flirts with almost everyone he meets. No, the flirting is not strange. It’s that he’s been flirting with Donatello. An insane thing to hear, Don was shocked the first time they heard any words of romantic affection come from his mouth. But, alas, this is true. It started out small, just little “damn!”s and wolf whistle coming from the human. But it’s been escalating more as of late. Patting their shoulder and giving them a sly smirk, random offhand comments about their attractiveness, a couple sexual innuendos thrown in with their regular banter. Donatello hated it. They hated it so much, they hated the way their face flushed when he got close, hated the way their stomach flipped when he smirked. It was ridiculous, unnecessary, horrible, but somehow the best feeling they’ve ever had.

“Come on, I just wanna look! Just a little peek?” Casey whines, slumping over Donatello’s shoulder. He was close. Too close. They could feel the warmth emanating from his body, feel the unnaturally loud thrum of his heart, could feel his hot breath on their neck. He was too close. Far too close. They shrug him off the best they can, which resulted in him groaning and spinning their chair, and by proxy, them, to face him. He steps back and crosses his arms, a slight pout on his tan, freckled face. It shouldn’t have been endearing. “Listen, Shit-for-brains, I have work to do. I need to study this.” They turn back, hearing another loud groan come from their ally.

“Doonniieeeeeee, you’ve been in here for days! That's the whole fukin’ reason I'm in here, Leo told me to come and get ya before she came in to whoop your sorry ass into bed.” Donnie scoffed, of course that was why he was here. Their sister. He would never come in here on his own terms.

[a small part of Donnie deflated at that last thought. They smack that part of themself upside the head, and focus on ignoring his presence.]

“Well, you can tell her that I am just fine staying where I am. I have been keeping up with my hygiene, and have been eating and drinking properly. There is no reason I should need to leave.” Casey barks out a laugh, pushing Donnie’s tools across the table to lean in front of them. “‘You can tell her that I am just fine staying where I am’” Casey mocks them with a high, nasally voice, adopting a smug, reserved look as he does so. “Bull! When was the last time you went out and ate?” He then yells, reverting back to his regular, loud voice. Donnie shrinks back just a titch at the volume, before scoffing and crossing their arms. “This morning.” They say, pushing the goggles up on their forehead.

Casey raises an eyebrow. “And what was the date of this, ‘this morning’?” he says, eyeing them suspiciously. Donnie pauses.

“April 3rd.”

There's a moment of silence before Casey bursts out laughing again. “April 3rd?!? Dude, it’s the fifth today!” Donnie jumps back at that, rushing to their laptop to check the human’s facts. He was right. HE WAS RIGHT?! Donnie had been cooped up in their lab for two whole days?! They swear it hadn’t been that long! But the universe was against them in this. And apparently was hellbent on making it worse, because Casey then grabbed the crystal. “So, on account of this new realization you have just had,” He said, holding the glowing thing above his head in a ceremonial way, “I am going to confiscate this until further notice.”

Donnie stood up and shouted, lunging for the crystal. He somehow managed to swerve away from them, laughing and jumping around. “Casey! I don’t know if it’s safe to touch! It could be unstable!” They moved to grab it again, but he was too quick. How was he too quick?! “I dunno don, seems pretty safe to me.” He runs the crystal from the middle of his thigh to the side of his collarbone, smirking the whole time. It pushes up the side of his hoodie for just a moment, putting his hip and lower waist on full display. Casey wasn’t likely to be seen without layers of black clothing, and Donnie was surprised to catch a glimpse of freckled skin before the hoodie fell back down. Apparently Donnie was Immensely tired, because not only was Casey faster than them, that last little trick he pulled was effective in slowing them down even further. They curse themself for being so easily flustered.

Casey laughed at Donnie’s state, hopping back and forth around them. Crystal in hand, he was literally running circles around them. Donnie continued to try and fail to grab the crystal from him, resulting in the pair entering a sort of dance. Casey came close, Donnie lunged, Casey dodged and barked out a laugh. The crystal seemed to grow brighter in Casey’s grip everytime the two made some sort of contact, illuminating his face in an ethereal way. This was not helping Donnie’s case at all. At some point Casey started dancing around the mutant, his laugh filling the room with joy. Donnie hated it. He came close, grabbed their hand. The crystal grew impossibly bright. He let go, spinning around and around, dragging Donnie with him. Donnie was dizzy and annoyed. This was so ridiculous! He was messing with a potentially dangerous force, with no regard for his safety! And while this was no different than normal, it was endlessly infuriating. To top it off, Casey ended the spin with a dip, holding donnie in one arm and the crystal in the other. He held the crystal far away from Donnie, but the light still managed to reach his eyes.

There was a moment, a still moment, where everything was calm. Where, for a moment, the light filtered through Casey’s fingers with an unearthly glow. Where, for a moment, Casey’s normally dark eyes seemed to hold an entire galaxy. Where his smile was as big as could be, missing teeth and all. Where his dimples indented his cheeks in a way that perfectly matched the splattering of freckles on his face. Where all the acne scars seemed like stars, light spots scattered across his face. Donnie saw themself in his eyes, along with the galaxy they held. Logically, they know it was just the reflection of light off their goggles. But, for a moment, it seemed as though they were peering into puddles of space. And, for a moment, Casey was just so impossibly beautiful that they could not stand to look at him anymore.

Thankfully, the moment was ended by the pair being enveloped in white light, forcing them both to close their eyes.

[With how observant they were, Donnie seemed to miss Casey’s flush as he dodged and weaved, seeming to miss how loud his heart was. They seemed to miss that Casey did not have a galaxy in his eyes, because he was looking at Donnie like they were his whole universe.]

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yazzydream · 8 months

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part 2 of parts im excited to see in Shibuya Incident arc. (pt. 1 here)

manga SPOILERS ahead.

i love how freaking dramatic and supernatural this feels. that baby opening his eyes with clarity and awareness is creepy af. i loveeee it.

the entire flashback with the curse user scrubs is actually creepy and gritty and excellent all around. but this scene...

im not even gonna pretend. i have a colored version of this page as my phone bg. i. will. scream. little!gojo looks like hot shit. a very scary hot shit.

legitimately the cutest panel akutami has ever drawn ever.

i don't even like toji! but how dare you resurrect his body's information to control his abilities! this man was a piece of shit, but his body and abilities therein were the only good things about him damnit. toji taking over the body of the one who tried to use him and murdering granny ogami was v satisfying. (also, going further into the discussion between body+soul is such an interesting theme in jjk.)

brief but beautiful nanami/nobara working together. this is an unusual team up kinda? let nobara watch a real man work. ugh, nanami and nobara are in my top 6 characters.

uggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and then we know what happens to theeeeemmmm. im gonna be sick

all three of those people... (maybe all four? lol) are, well. anyway, this moment of lucidity... this is a moment of enlightenment. it's so antithesis to shonen heroes. i think it's great. (again, ties into my post of why i love yuji.)

This is another favorite scene of mine. it's so bizarre. lol

ugh, naobito's powers are cool as shit. i'm looking forward to seeing how animators animate animation powers. lol.

maki is also my main girl, so seeing her team up with nanami... just nanami + team zenin is cool and funny. it's like the straight man dropped in the middle of a dysfunctional family reunion.

happiness that i got to see him directly interact with my favorite ladies before... well.

seeing dagon and remembering grasshopper curse, and the both of them look like they came right on over from chimera ant arc in hunter x hunter. which is another one of my all time favorite arcs in shonen. great. shibuya incident is such a great arc!

my girl maki is 16-years-old. all this time, and in this fight too, there have been doubts, she must fight against it all the time, doubts that she can be as strong as any grade 1 sorcerer. she was alone, and yet. AND YET, here she sees toji who's just like her. it must've been reaffirming. it must've been encouraging! ahhh. toji being good for something for once in his life--death-- whatever.

ah ah ah ahh! this was so shocking! after all that, jogo comes and bodies nanami, maki, and naobito just like that.

one of the few moments where sukuna popping up made me wanna scream. fuck this is such a good shot. the arrogant condescending demand and expression. i could hear his voice. 💦💦💦

yikes. YIKES. YIKES. FUCKING BRUTAL. I WANNA SCREAM. it's just been ONE. THING. AFTER. ANOTHER. AHHHHH

...i'm beginning to wonder if i'm a bit of a sadist? ...nah. i just appreciate a good story. 😤 also mimiko and nanko showing up was a pleasant surprise. i've always liked their designs.

sukuna just fucking with them makes me laugh every time. THERE WAS NO POINT TO THIS. BASTARD WAS JUST HAVING FUN AT THEIR EXPENSE OMG. what a shit.

there's always something charming about flashbacks between megumi and gojo. then there's the little self-deprecation of megu's here too. idk idk! megumi is never complimentary about gojo except in these rare moments where he's thinking to himself, we get glimpses of his reliance on gojo. like, i remember in the yasohachi bridge case when megumi thought something like, 'gojo's coming back in a week, i can ask him for help.' very small moments that hint at their relationship.

also these little flashback sequences are all we're gonna get of gojo until like season 4, so i'll enjoy them wherever i can. lol.

i didn't particularly care about mahoraga until he showed up later, but rereading this appearance again is pretty exciting. and then megumi says, 'aight i'm out. take care of it yourself, fucker.' before passing out from blood loss. lmao

"hey brat, take a look." what a sadistic fuck.

the raw shock and devastation is incredible. i hope it's just as terrible in the anime.

cont. in part 3

#my jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk season 2 #jjk manga #jjk spoilers #let's try to be more bloggy shall we

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secretlyatargaryen · 7 years

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Sansa being praised as a good victim and Sansa fans putting down other abuse victims part 2 (because people keep telling me this doesn’t happen)

Companion to this post.

http://secretlyatargaryen.tumblr.com/post/162004630567/im-so-glad-im-not-the-only-one-who-doesnt-like

i'm so glad i'm not the only one who doesn't like lyanna. tho tbh i hate rhaegar 1000x more. and i absolutely despise how much they're romanticized in the fandom. i still don't understand how 11yo sansa gets so much hate for her dreams and mistakes in the beginning, but not the older, "wiser" lyanna for supposedly running off with a MARRIED southern prince. i mean neither should entirely be at fault bc they were both young girls who imo were taken advantage of, but it's some food for thought.

For now I am not a Lyanna fan at all. I try to sympathize with her and I can’t. I try to find similarities between her and Sansa and forgive her actions but again I can’t. We don’t know a lot about Lyanna so maybe I will change my mind in the future but for now just the thought of her leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

What I don’t understand is how Lyanna gets almost no blame for what happened to her family even though a 11 year old Sansa gets blamed for her father’s death.

http://secretlyatargaryen.tumblr.com/post/70714078551/i-am-loyal-to-king-joffrey-my-one-true-love

Okay, but this is bullshit because Tyrion’s big mouth is always getting him into trouble. He can never shut his sass up. Thus and therefore, Sansa is approximately 1,568% better than ur fave….especially if it’s Tyrion. Ugh.

http://secretlyatargaryen.tumblr.com/post/53455177515/exitpursuedbyasloth-you-should-learn-to-ignore

“You should learn to ignore them.” -Sansa Stark, First of Her Name, the Queen of Survival, the Unbroken, More Alive Than All Your Faves, Protector of Lemoncakes, Patron Saint of Songs and Broken Men

Hey Tyrion, you might want to fucking listen to Sansa right now. Tyrion? Tyrion, are you listening to Sansa? Oh, no, you’re threatening Joffrey’s life right in front of his mother, Tywin, and Varys. Oh, wow, that’s going to end really well for you you are a clever one aren’t you I am sure there will be no unwanted repercussions from that no sir.

https://www.facebook.com/EverythingGameOfThrones/posts/610986598973846

Would you rather she behave like Cersei, or perhaps Margaery? But she is learning fast and is stronger than she appears. Would you be strong enough to keep a straight face when the enemy comes to tell you they slaughtered you mother and brother? Or to keep your mouth shut, not uttering a curse or threat as Joffrey is having you beat bloody? Or to treat him with kindness and respect after he threatens to rape you?

http://www.snarksquad.com/2014/04/game-of-thrones-s04-e03-this-fucking-episode.html

I do not think Arya would have lasted as long as Sansa, had she been caught before fleeing King's Landing. I think Arya would have had a hard time keeping her mouth shut and "behaving wisely" and I think she might've got herself killed or tortured by Joffrey.

https://www.accesshollywood.com/articles/game-of-thrones-qa-sophie-turner-on-sansas-escape-146456/

I think Sansa is one of the strongest people because the thing about this world that people don’t realize is that, yeah, there are these cool fighting badasses like Brienne and Arya, but the real easiest way to survive is to keep your mouth shut and do what people want you to do and Sansa’s like clicked on to this and that’s why she’s gone on for so long. People aren’t scared of her, people don’t suspect her. I think it’s a very brave and very intelligent thing to do.

And if you think about it, Arya, if she had stayed in King’s Landing, she might not be alive, because she wouldn’t have been able to keep her mouth shut.

So Sansa is really the best person to be in that situation if you had to have one of the Starks there.

http://www.xojane.com/entertainment/sansa-stark-feminist-superhero?page=232

Because, while Sansa still initially falls into the problematic “traumatized woman” trope, she ends up breaking it by handling her trauma in a way that most characters like her do not. She doesn’t become a hardened warrior, or hide behind fire-tongued abrasiveness. How many female characters do we know that hide behind spunk, brashness, and typically “male” behaviors to cope with their feelings of hurt or abandonment?

http://artnalism.com/game-thrones-sansa-stark-apology/

Consider this though: Arya’s tendency to action and violence would have had her killed in King’s Landing. Sansa stayed alive because she knew there was no way to escape without help – and she’s not given enough (or any) credit for that. Sansa’s strength comes from her ability to survive.

http://asoiaf.westeros.org/index.php?/topic/124198-why-do-people-hate-the-kick-ass-character-that-is-arya-stark/

I’m not gonna root for [Arya] doing that while she is destroying her soul in the process

http://jaimebrienne.com/topic/30003647/88/

If any of the Starks are going to live, I think it probably will be Sansa. Unlike Arya who's main focus is revenge, she just does what it takes to survive.

http://asoiaf.westeros.org/index.php?/topic/126817-about-sansa-and-arya/

HOWEVER, I believe that Sansa's fate could be more tragic than any of those listed above. Sansa could die, and it may be because of Arya.

[...]

This would mirror innocent Lady being sacrificed in absence of the real culprit Nymeria.

https://www.quora.com/Would-Sansa-make-a-better-queen-than-Daenerys

Dany's arc is one in which a princess who's been brought low gradually rises higher, whereas Sansa's arc is one in which a privileged lady is brought low and must be resilient and creative in order to rise higher and rebuild herself. At this stage of the story, Dany has so much and yet also struggles so much that you might wonder just how much a person could need to finally move. If three dragons, a bunch of sellsword companies and the Unsullied aren't guarantors of stability, what is? If Dany can't figure her stuff out with all of that, then how talented is she? Whereas Sansa has been a prisoner since her father's death and has had to navigate a situation where she's not empowered at all, and while she hasn't completely climbed her way out yet, there are clear signs that she's poised to do so. In terms of direction and overall vision and sense of purpose, Dany has stumbled while having mind-boggling resources, and Sansa has succeeded despite having nothing but her own damn self.

[...]

Sansa is gentle and merciful, wanting everything to be music and lemon cakes like in the stories. Even when she's been wronged, she just wants people to be good to each other, rather than wanting revenge.

Dany has (justifiably or not) burned and crucified people, breaking contracts and seeking vengeance on people who wronged her. She has entered conflicts with no exit strategy, and she's very prideful.

[...]

Sansa would understand and forgive, and not cast them aside for one mistake that this person has already been trying to rectify ever since they realised they were wrong. And last but not least, Daenerys is actually quite evil

http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.855926-Game-of-Thrones-Sansa-vs-Daenerys

Daenerys on the other hand almost out the gate is a strong aggressive woman who knows what she wants and is eager to take it. However, this is actually not a point in Daenerys's favor. Sansa has room to develop and change. She can start out as a "stupid little girl" whose head is full of silly ideals such as chivalry and honor, and then she can become a badass political schemer who still holds a bit of a softer side. Where as Daenery's becomes the "mother of dragons" by the end of book one and is so full of piss and vinegar that some people suspect that the only place she can go is crazy town.

[...]

What does Daenerys lose? Kahl Drogo? Really? Khal Drogo was a barbarian warlord who used her as an arian f@#$ puppet. Sure they eventually obtain a more mutual relationship because she can do it cowgirl style, but she doesn't even speak his language for most of the time spent with him. Furthermore, by book 5 she seems totally over him. She is all over her sellsword boyfriend and is even getting freaky with some of her serving girls. Meanwhile, Sansa is being creeped on by a guy who was in love with her mother. Things go far too well for Daenerys.

[...]

Dany on the other hand, despite coming from similar circumstances, is everything wrong with an idealistic person and she only learns lessons and changes when it conveniences her. She's Joffrey's antipode in almost every way, but she's just as bad because she's as flawed as he is.

She isn't even a nice person in person because she's haughty and arrogant and mindful of her rank and her position on top.

https://winterfelland.tumblr.com/post/159370019542/the-pro-daenerys-and-pro-sansa-meta-no-one-asked

if you ever want to write something again with the delusion of not pissing off Sansa fans… don’t you EVER dare write down the fantasy of Daenerys Stockholm syndrome Targaryen who started randomly enjoying being raped every night giving sex advice to ‘poor Sansa (who) has not had a positive sexual experience yet.’

#fandom bullshit #wank tag #victim blaming #abuse cw #misogyny #rape cw

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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what ifs; adam page [four]

Notes:

And this is part four. And again, I swear.. I will be updating this as soon as I can get myself to focus and do it. [ part three ] if you missed it, I got you. I swear the angst will be lifting slightly. I mean it’s not going away completely just yet, but maaaybe there’s some fluffy stuff ahead.

Summary:

In the last chapter, a confrontation. And in this chapter, maybe Adam finds himself going to check on Ivy. But he’s totally over her, right? Perhaps..

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Ivy Barlow

Warnings:

alcohol tw. angst. sexual tension.

Header made by me. Images found on google. If you didn’t make it, don’t claim it.

“ I thought I asked you to send the rest of my things, Ty…” Ivy rubbed her forehead, glaring at the phone when Ty immediately began to list all the other things he’d been busy doing with his time and then had the audacity to ask her if she were coming back anytime soon.

As if her breaking off their engagement, like everything else she told him or wanted, went right in one ear and out the other. The thought had Ivy rolling her eyes bitterly and her jaw clenched when he asked why she didn’t just come back to Florida to get her things.

“Because I’m done with Florida. I told you, Ty. We’re through. I won’t be changing my mind, you won’t talk me into coming back. Send my stuff or I’m going to get a lawyer.” Ivy didn’t even have the strength to deal with his shit tonight, she’d had a long enough day already.

… A certain cowboy from the farm across the pasture being everywhere you turned and having something to say about every breath you take doesn’t help… Ivy thought to herself as she hung up the phone while Ty was still on a tangent, trying to plead his side of things and make her feel as if she were being selfish and unreasonable for leaving to come back and take care of her family when she was needed. Or for ending things with him when he refused to even consider coming back with her. That wasn’t the action of someone who loved her or had her best interest at heart.

A lot of things she might have been, but idiot she wasn’t. She had more sense than to stick around with Ty when Ty was already trying to pull shit like this before the ink was even dry on their marriage certificate.

The phone rang again in her hands and she threw it onto the counter. Constance looked up and over at her from the dining table where she was helping Jenny and Jake with their homework for the night, a concerned and questioning look.

All Ivy could do was sigh and shrug. “I swear to God. I know how to pick ‘em.”

“He ever send the rest of your stuff?”

“Hell no, and I have my teaching license and other documents I need. They’re not even lettin me start teachin at the elementary until I have those on file. Fuckin fucker. He’s doin it on purpose. Well, it ain’t gonna work. I talked to somebody earlier and they told me how to get copies of all that stuff…” Ivy swore and picked up a piece of garlic bread, taking an aggressive bite as she flopped onto the high backed stool, resting her head against her hands. “He’s pulling his usual shit. I swear, you’d think at some point, he’d grow the fuck up. How the hell did I not realize how immature he was when I was with him?”

“What’s ‘at? His usual shit, I mean..” Constance questioned, eying her sister expectantly, waiting on an answer, concerned. They’d lost touch so naturally, Constance barely knew this guy Ty that her sister had been about to marry beyond a very brief and unimpressive meeting at a family holiday dinner at her mother’s house. The last one Constance bothered attending.

My own fault we lost touch, Constance thought to herself bitterly as she listened to her sister, worried that the situation might be more than Ivy was letting on.

“Where he digs in his heels and keeps blowing hot air up my ass. Trying to make me feel like I’m being selfish or childish. Trying to convince me that I don’t mean it when I say I’m done. Whoo… he’s got a surprise coming to him because I mean every word I said.”

“Ain’t a real bright one, is he? You need somebody to talk to him?”

Ivy snickered and eyed her 5’2 sister. “That’d be about like me trying to do that for your ex husband Jasper.”

“Well, you did, remember?” Constance pointed out the fact that Ivy had stood toe to toe with her former husband on many occasion back when the guy was drunk and angry and at his worst and scaring her to death.

“Pfft. I tried, you mean.” Ivy took the beer her sister held out, popping the top off against the counter and taking a long sip before finishing, “ But no. Sooner or later, Ty is gonna realize I’m not comin back and then he’ll move on. Then he’ll send my shit. Or worse case, I’ll go back for a few days and get the police to go out to the apartment with me and get it my damn self. It’ll be fine. I can just get replacements of all the documents I need, like I said.”

“You don’t think he’ll show up here and try startin anything, right?” Constance asked, again in concern for her sister’s well being.

“Oh, he damn well better not.” Ivy said it quick, shaking her head and adding with a laugh, “Nah. He looks down on this town, always talkin about me being better or something. Doubt he’d dare stepping foot here.”

“Yeah, I kind of felt like he was one of those snooty types when you bought him to Momma’s that time.”

“Ugh, do not remind me. And naturally, Momma loved him.” Ivy laughed and Constance laughed too, sighing as she shook her head. “That should’ve been my first sign to run for the fuckin hills, Connie.”

“Yeah, it really should’ve.”

“It’s been nice being home.” Ivy admitted after a few seconds, smiling at her sister. “Even if a certain guy’s made it his personal mission to tear into me for as much as breathing.”

“I wish you two would just talk.”

“There is no talking to that stubborn ass! You know how he is!” Ivy grumbled, hands moving a mile a minute as she proceeded to launch off on what Constance thought was entirely too passionate of a tangent for anyone who claimed to be ‘over’ their old high school sweetheart. She almost called Ivy on it, but she kept it to herself.

Ivy caught sight of the time and stood, making her way upstairs to get ready to go in for her shift at the club.

And the entire time she was showering, she found herself doing it again and again… replaying old memories back in her head and wondering what might have been if she hadn’t left.

By the time she shut off the shower, she was fully irritated and had no one to blame but herself.

XXX

“If you don’t care, why are you goin out there, man?” Rusty chuckled as he asked the question, preparing for Adam’s death glare. He wasn’t disappointed, either. “Don’t give me that look, man.”

“You know how that place is, Rusty.” Adam looked over at the other man and shrugged. “I might not care anymore, but I ain’t heartless. I don’t want… Nevermind.” Adam trailed off, sighing and shaking his head. He’d been trying to talk himself out of going to that damn hole in the wall club all afternoon and he hadn’t managed to yet.

“Yeah, I get it. I don’t blame you man. You want somebody to come with?”

“Nah. I think I can handle any of those fuckin jerks who always go there. Most of ‘em are drunks anyway.” Adam shrugged it off, avoiding his friend’s look as he said it, taking a long pull from the amber colored longneck bottle sitting on the wooden fence rail beside him. Mostly to change the subject and get it off of the mental images that talking about Ivy’s little night job bought up every time he thought about it, - the way Ivy writhed around on that stage, the way she gracefully slipped up and down the pole and that fucking wink she’d given him the night he’d caught her there, as if she didn’t have a care in the world, didn’t see the danger or problem in that particular club at all, Adam cleared his throat and nodded to the newest horse his father had purchased. “Reckon we’ll be able to break ‘im before I get back on the road.”

“Yeah, probably. He’s not the worst of the horses your old man’s bought n’ had us out here breakin in for him.”

“Yeah, speak for yourself. Bastard tried to throw me earlier. Me… The horse whisperer.” Adam chuckled at his joke and Rusty shrugged. “Maybe all that celebrity shit on tv’s makin you lose your little talent, buddy.”

“Hey! Watch your mouth. I’m still the same guy. I didn’t go off and change everything.”

“Like someone else we know?” Rusty couldn’t resist it and Adam grumbled, tensing all over. Rusty smirked to himself and shook his head. Ivy’s name didn’t even have to be mentioned to make Adam cranky.

That was the surest sign of all that contrary to what Adam insisted to anyone who might listen that his feelings for Ivy were far from ‘water under the bridge’. And that closure might not be a bad thing for either of them.

“Ya had to go there, didn’t ya?”

“Hey, you’re the one who said what you did first, Adam.”

“It’s true though!” Adam insisted, glaring across the pasture to the Bar Low.

“Whatever you say, man.. Look. If you need me tonight, call. Even if it’s just to take your drunk ass home. I don’t mind.”

Adam waved his hands, shaking his head at Rusty. “Nah. I got it handled. All I’m going to do is sit and have a beer or two, watch out and make sure it don’t get too rough.”

“And you say you don’t care…”

“I don’t.”

“You’re a doofus, Adam.”

“Go home to your woman, Rust. It’s gettin late.”

XXX

The door to the dressing room opened and the club owner - an older guy named Merle, peeked in. “We need a dancer on the main stage. Regular girl just got sicker n’ shit in one ‘f the bathrooms.”

Ivy’s eyes darted around the room, peering at the other girls. She hadn’t been here long enough to even think about offering herself up for the main stage but apparently, none of the other girls around her were even remotely interested in a main slot. “I can do it. I mean… I have a lot of experience dancin.”

Merle eyed her as if he were sizing her up and grumbling to himself, Merle shrugged. “Reckon you’ll do, Mary Sue.”

“My name is Ivy.”

“Is it now?” Merle gave her a humorless smirk as he nodded to the door. “You’re on, mary sue.”

“Again, sir… My name is Ivy.”

“Whatever, darlin. It’s too much hassle t’ try and keep names and faces straight with all of ya, woman. Now are you gonna go out and shake your ass or are you gonna argue cemantics all night?”

Ivy took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose, starting towards the door.

Merle chuckled to himself and shook his head. The crowd was gonna eat that poor girl alive because the main stage was notorious for being the actual ‘skin show’. “She’ll learn t’ keep her mouth shut, I guess.”

Ivy barely had time to slip the platinum blonde wig down over her own hair before they started to play ACDC so she paused at the thick crimson velvet curtain and took a second to do so. Also to collect herself.

“Okay, I can do this. This is a smaller crowd than the club I danced in durin college in Florida. Easy peesy..” Ivy trailed off mid thought as soon as she peered through the curtain and saw just how rowdy the patrons of the club were out in the main stage area.

“TITTIES.”

“C’MON, MAN… WE GON SEE SOME SKIN TONIGHT?”

Ivy gulped and bit her lip. Yeah, she thought to herself, I may have bitten off more than I can chew here. They’re used to seeing full on skin shows and I am… Not about that life. I mean, yeah, I know what I’m doing when it comes to shakin my ass…

“Yer crowd is waitin, woman.” Merle appeared beside her, barely hiding a snort of laughter and shoving Ivy right out onto the stage.

Towards the back, Adam’s eyes fixed on the center stage the second the booing started. The second he realized Ivy was out there, hands moving over her body real slow, teasing at taking off articles of clothing, the grip on his longneck bottle got a lot tighter and he took a few ragged breaths. He tried to look somewhere else, anywhere but the center stage, but it was true what they said about watching a train wreck or any other disaster… Not that her dancin like that is anything close to bad, Adam found himself thinking, just what the hell makes ‘er take center stage if she’s not gonna get naked? - the thought had him chuckling just a little to himself, mostly to keep from focusing on his body’s betraying reaction to the way she crawled across that stage, ass going up and down, hips swaying side to side. When her hands went for the barely there black crop top, he nearly choked on the beer in his hand as soon as he’d taken a sip.

The thin black cloth settled onto the head of some guy sitting right up front and Adam growled to himself when that man thought it’d be funny to try reaching out to smack a handful of Ivy’s ass when she was bent over in front of him, hands wandering all over her body. Adam was on his feet and shoving closer to the whole thing before he even realized it or bothered to stop himself. As soon as it sank in, he leaned against a thick wooden post near the bar and did his best to stay out of sight.

Last thing he wanted was Ivy to know he was here. She’d probably just try to use it against him somehow.

His eyes fixed intently on Ivy as she finished her dance and as she practically fled from the stage, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself and shake his head.

… well, least I know she ain’t completely changed… he thought to himself as he made his way out into the parking lot, heading towards his truck just to attempt getting himself some air and walking it off before venturing back inside.

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