#cuban doll real name

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

451 of 2022

The Letter C (True or False)

Created by joybucket

You like to cook. 👩‍🍳 You've worked as a chef. 👩‍🍳 You've recently baked cookies. 🍪 You like chocolate chip cookies. 🍪 You've had a friend named Christine. You've lived in a house on a street corner. 🏡 You've made something out of clay. You've walked through a cemetery at night. 🪦 You like caramel. 🟤 You've been to Connecticut. You've been friends with a Claire. You like coconut cream pie. You've never been to Cameroon. 🇨🇲 You don't like Coke. 🥤 You're currently sitting on a chair. 🪑 You've met someone named Cade. You went to school with a Caitlin. You currently have a cat. 🐈 You live in an area with cacti. 🌵 You don't think you've ever seen a real cactus (apart from mini one) in person. 🌵 You like the word catawampus. You've raised chickens. 🐓 You've been friends with a Chloe. You've owned the Bratz doll Cloe. 👱‍♀️ You've stood on the edge of a cliff. ⚠️ You've jumped off of a cliff. ⚠️ You like to climb on things. You liked to climb on things as a kid. 🐒 You've surrendered your life to Christ. ✝️ You went to school with a Conner. You've dated a Christopher. You have a grandma named Claudel. You've met a Claudia. You live cloves. You like chai tea. ☕️ You love Christmas. 🎄 You celebrate Christmas. 🎄 You've been camping in the woods. 🏕 You love camping. ⛺️ You've been to a summer camp. 🪵🔥 ....and you loved that, too. You own a lot of cookbooks. 🍜 You enjoy watching cooking shows. 🍲 You went to school with a Cheyanne. You've met a Crystal. You've painted a chair. 🪑 You have a walk-in closet. 👗 You like cheese. 🧀 You like cheesecake. You crave chocolate frequently. 🍫 You've eaten chocolate today. 🤎 You've owned a chocolate lab. You are very creative. 🦄 You enjoy working with children. You enjoy going to carnivals. 🎡 You've been to the circus. 🎪 (didn’t like it) You like clowns. 🤡 You can be kind of clueless sometimes. You don't like to do chores. You often use chapstick. You've baked a cake. 🎂 You're a Christian. ✝️ You've been to a church picnic. 🧺 You keep your room clean. You enjoy cleaning. 🧼 You've been on a cruise. 🚢 You've been to Canada. 🇨🇦 You've lived in Canada. 🇨🇦 You've had a pen pal from Canada. 🇨🇦 You've "come out of the closet." You enjoy "confessions" surveys. You want to have children. 👧 👦 You've been to a nightclub. You've gambled at a casino. 🎰 You owned Clay Aiken's first album. 💿 You've been friends with a Chelsea. You have a cousin named Cheri. You like the color cobalt blue. You like cheese fries. You're Cuban. 🇨🇺 You've been to Chile. 🇨🇱 You like to eat chili. 🌶 You've been to the Czech Republic. 🇨🇿 Life to you has been very cruel. You've owned a chia pet. You've cut a cucumber. 🥒 You've made a phone call today. ☎️ You have a jar in which you keep your spare change. 🫙🪙 You like to eat corn on the cob. 🌽 You've worn a crown. 👑 You took Chemistry in high school. You've met someone named Cameo. You know a Cameron. You've cheated on a test. 📝 You room is clean right now. You like to eat crepes. You can be cocky sometimes. You woke up to an alarm clock this morning. ⏰ You hate cold weather. 🥶 The thing you hate the most about winter is how much people complain about it. You enjoy listening to Casting Crowns. 👑 You've lived in a home with a cobblestone walkway. You enjoyed this survey.

[evaninocom]

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[animeangel21]

Thots on Shion Madarame… cause I be crushing on him lowkey.. c:

MINORS DONT INTERACT WITH THIS POST

NSFW 18+ only…

Tw: smut, dick talk, slight size kink, threats, blood, gore.

I feel like as your boyfriend Shion definitely can seem like he doesn’t care. But, hen it comes to his little doll he can’t help but be over protective.

It’s Estimated he’s 177Cm tall which is about 5’9 almost 5’10. And he likes how he hovers over you it definitely makes him feel like he can protect you more and you absolutely hate it when he crowds your space but he thinks it turns you on and even if that is true you wouldn’t admit it To him and blow his head up more.

When you guys first met, he was apart of Tenjiku and you had been apart of said gang and freshly out of jail for beating someone so bad to the point they were in the hospital.

He took a liking towards you and almost immediately you kinda didn’t like the cocky bastard but, he eventually grew on you and constant flirting and nagging became a routine. So often, that the Haitani brothers grew tired of you both and threatened to lock you guys in a room till you just fucked already.

“Well, if she wants I’ll do it right here right now Haitani”

You definitely punched him in the mouth for that one. But, Shion a a sadist he just smiled after you hit him and he continued with his flirtatious manners.

Eventually you gave him a shot and allowed him to take you out on a date. He was your first love, first kiss, even took your virginity. Telling him to take it east was like asking him to stop breathing but for you, he would die on the spot if you asked.

He made it special for that night and even got you roses on the bed and floor. He bought you lingerie and prepped you so nicely till you cried for him. He fucked you good that night. Best fuck he’ll ever have.

He is very open about a lot not willing to not try. He was always down to do whatever and he would definitely be first to throw out the idea of watching you get fucked by someone he knew like izana, both Haitani brothers at once, even Kakucho who looks like he’d break you.

He was sick in the fucking head but seeing how flustered you got while talking about it alone was enough to prove his point. In the end you knew you were his and his little innocent baby wasn’t so innocent.

His corruption kink is crazy. You seemed so innocent for the most part. He knew you were quiet for the most part and your bitch face threw people off when they met you and heard how soft spoken you actually are. You only fought when you had to and it just so happened that the last time ended up being an important business man’s daughter who shoved you into a puddle face down. You busted her up real good and ended up serving a couple months because she was hospitalized and had several broken bones.

Your clean record prevented you from actually recovering any serious time. But, Shion heard about you and was interested to meet you before anything. The Haitanis met you and coerced you to join tenjiku while you were still in lock up and you agreed.

Shion definitely had no patience when you have an attitude, he wants it gone asap.

“Who are you talking to? It definitely ain’t me”

Once you guys got in a serious fight and you called him the weakest link and he proved that night that he wasn’t weak and had the Haitani brothers howling with laughter as they saw you walking with wobbling legs. “Fucked you too good huh?”

“Fix your fucking attitude before I help ya out doll and I don’t think you’ll like me after it.”

He also bought you the prettiest Cuban link choker and whenever you act up he will pull you closer by linking his fingers under it and yanking it so he’s face to face with you.

He likes to see you in chokers, they’re like collars. Speaking of, he bought you one with his name on it and you’ll only wear it when he wants you to. His favorite choker though is his hands. God, it was him rock fucking hard, his fingers against your tainted skin asphyxiating you while he pleases you cause that what you wanted and he went along with it.

Favorite position, definitely doggy Infront of a mirror though. He will make you look at yourself. If you look away he will probably slap your face a couple times so you would focus. He really enjoyed it and he loved to spit in your mouth too while pulling your head back by your neck while doing doggy.

He has made you sit in his lap infront of said mirror in just a little skirt, no panties and his dick in you and took a plethora of pictures and it’s actually a live wallpaper for his Home Screen.

He likes when you get all whiny especially if you were kinda a bitch that day to other people and even him. Sometimes your anger issues will kinda boil over but he fixes it. He’ll fuck you, bathe you, hold you, cook for you, watch movies with you, and then cuddle you to sleep.

On really bad days, he will just seat you in his lap facing him and stroke your face with his hand and tell you to tell him all your worries and issues and it will be his burden going forward.

He hates seeing you cry. You almost never do but, if you do he wants to kill whoever made you cry and beat their face unrecognized. The only time he wants you to cry is when he pleasures you. But, the most common reason you cry is when someone’s said something about your past or mentioning you’re probably a whore for your gang.

So, Shion will make sure you’re only crying from pleasure and do just that. Once you relaxed and stopped crying. He’s sent some of his men and the haitani brothers to find who made you you cry and teach them a lesson about fucking with what’s his. He will sit you In front of a mirror in his lap and play with you, kiss you, fuck you nice and slow and make you look at yourself while he does it.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror babe.” Shion muttered while kissing the bite on your neck that he just left for you. Your legs were thrown over his thighs and your arousal was dripping down his balls and onto the bed sheets.

“You’re not a whore babe, I’ll make sure those idiots pay for what they’ve done. You’re my whore and only mine nobody can have you even if they kill me” he thrusted himself into you again, and you threw your head back allowing your tears to fall down your reddened cheeks.

“J-just yours b-baby” you stuttered and ground your hips down on his length.

“Yeah that’s it. Gonna let me fuck you full huh?” His hand found it’s way around your neck and he squeezed the sides causing you to moan loudly and his length twitched in you.

“Please, please,please, yes. Fill me up please Shion” he continued to thrust up into you quickly and harshly.

“Love when you moan my name baby keep doin it”

And you did, you chanted his name like a prayer till he felt you tighten around him and cum triggering his orgasm.

“ Cmon babe, let me get you in the shower and wash you up real nice. Then we can binge watch SpongeBob together.”

Aftercare is pretty good with him, he’ll wash you down, shave your legs for you, he’ll wash your hair and take his pretty fingers through your hair while conditioning your hair. He will apply lotion to your body and to your back. He dresses you in his shirts and lays you on his chest.

IF you’re hungry he will lay you on the bed on your back and grab you some food, whatever you want and feed you while you sit on his lap.

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

S3 ep4

LEEEEETS GOOO!

Girl Stinky fighting Grandpa for Sal's honor 😍

So many Sams😲

Can the narrator pls shut up

"After they yanked it away they turned their attention on us." "actually I think they were more interested in me."

"Looks like it's time to boil the haggis" I love u Grandpa Stinky

"Need any help?" "No, I've been dreaming of this for years." *Continues to shoot Sam clones*

Skunkape loosing his mind

Oh geez, the dogglegangers kidnapped him

Girl Stinky still denying her obvious relationship with Sal

Oh hey I can make toast... Never mind then 😕

"Ah, I remember when I was a toaster."

Max and Grandpa are having a little too much fun shooting the clones

Why does Stinky have a picture of the DeSoto???

Well, the plan to turn into the DeSoto failed

I really didn't need to read minds to figure out how to get out, but I guess it was a good way to remind players of the tunnel

"Max is so powerful now... Soon he won't even need a partner."

Ew, Grandpa wants to sell clone meat 🤢

Sam struggling to not eat a fudgcicle is super relatable

Oh the tunnel is blocked. Knowing Girl she probably has a backup

I knew it.

"Happiness is a warm gun." "My gun is always warm... and a little bit moist." WHAT

*Gives clone a peanut butter ball* "Ew. It has peanut butter dog mouth. I hate when I do that."

Haha I made Sam eat a peanut butter ball now he's doing that dog lip smack thing

Oh hey, we can take a fudgcicle now. ...Oh, I know what to do!

Presidential Alert: The Stinky's are fighting!

Why does Girl Stinky's tunnel lead to a cloning facility?

The clone Sam approves of Sam's outfit

He stole Sam's hat!!!

"That's strange." yeah, you think!?

"--unholy army of sexually provocative Sam clones" What you just call them Max 👀

Cthulu tenticles!!!

They have spikes

"I'm thinking of a number between--" "Potato!" "That's uncanny."

Sam

"Momma sure does love a nicely turned Sam gam."

This episode is quickly turning into Max repeatedly saying how hot he thinks Sam is 👀

I guess let's explore the tunnels

Ooh the museum

Doctor Norrington? We get to meet him?

Nope :(

When they jumped back into the tunnels Max raised his hands up and Sam picked him up 😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰

Back through the tunnels

The shadow physics are all messed up

Boscotech!

Harry and Superball are trying to contact Momma. Can she not appear anymore?

Queen? Where are you?

"Keep your eyes peeled, Max." "Ugh, that's disgusting, Sam."

"What do you know about these scary--" "But dashing!" "--toy stealing Sam clones." oh max

"So you don't know where Momma Bosco is?" Sam says with a huge sad face

Superball my love

Max smokes Cuban cigars

"Yes sir, quite the coinkydink."

"I'm going to stand over here and try to shake off the memory of you saying balliwick." *,Literally stands in corner shaking his arms side to side* Max. I love you

*Harry insults Sam* *Max jumps to his defence*

"I'm afraid the contents on my mind is classified, sirs."

I'm going to find Sal

The hat thief stole the car!!!

Buster Blaster!!!

"Max." "that's what they call me at the manipedi." The boys get manicurs

I can't get to Sal or Buster Blaster because of the clones :(

Look a buster blaster's future and he's just floating through space shouting "This is totally awesome!"

Back to Stinky's

Flint Paper!!!

Flint's mind is just noir narrative... As it should be

Girl Stinky realized Max has been reading her mind

Sam and Max role-playing as Flint and Girl has me laughing

Girl tied Sam up into her lies

The fact that the boys don't realize who Mr. S is is astonishing

Great I have to find a cake. Back to Sal?

The clone Sam hugging the stuffed Bunny 🥰

Sam was doing the same to Max 😍

Love for legomorphs is stored in the dna

Oh hey I missed Charlie the first time

Max shares the creeped out feelings Charlie gives me. Good

Sal knows how to cook 💖

Sal is an artist 🥰

I love Sal

OMG is there actual blood on the cake

No! Don't eat Max!

Sam got a kiss from Stinky, lucky dog. I can't tell if he's surprised or grossed out 😂

Flint and Max are disgusted by the kiss

Oh to be kissed by Girl Stinky... or Sybil... Or Momma Bosco.

Sal doesn't want to kill. Good man

Girl and Sal are my new otp

Oh no, power het couple are possessed

Ok, I'm going back to boscotech for now to mess with Harry now that I have Charlie

Max really hamming it up

Oh hey, Max actually summoned Momma

Agent Superball just teleported?!

What is going on with him?

Also he has OTHER superiors

Momma are you hiding something?

"mmm-mm-mm, those shorts sure don't leave anything to the imagination, do they?"

Was Max right, does Momma have a thing for Sam?

Lol she was lying.

She seems to feel guilty about selling her cloning machines.

Max don't you dare mention the poppers in front of me!!!

It's pretty obvious it's Papierwaite

I like it when she spins

Oh, are we going to track down Bosco to get more DNA for her new body?

I'm going to take to Buster Blaster

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to know anything about those Sam clones running around?" "THOSE ARE REAL?" "Yeah." "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!"

He gave us a letter to give to Momma from Bosco.

"See ya Buster." "I AM BECOME DEATH!"

Sam called Bosco "baby Bosco"

Oh hey, I probably should have tried reading Papierwaiite's mind already

Sam picked Max up so he could type in the code

Ew, Norrinton is a chest burster cthulu

Everyone keeps making fun of Sam's weight :(

Max's reaction to Norringron's grandson being named Junior is great

I used the destabilizer to look for the weapon and now Sam is crying profusely

That Romeo and Juliet reference tho

He's fine now

Well that was a lot of trial and error

Got the new toy and killed the tentacles

Time to get Momma a new body

Momma is bald. That's fine

Love that she's fully clothed even though that doesn't make any sense

Yay shooting things!

Oh no we made Sal fall

Momma is so excited to telport

Aw, she held Max's hand while Sam patted his head ❤️

She punched out Girl! Go Momma!

Ha, we made the clones dance.

Yay, we figured out where the toybox is.

AAAAH

I knew Charlie was going to be evil!

I hate evil dolls

The clones knocked the boys out

We're at the statue of liberty now???

Ew, she's got tenticles

Charlie wants to be reunited with Junior. Can't let that happen since it'll cause the apocalypse

Max is more concerned for Sam than the world

Charlie kidnapped Norrinton

Sam is still struggling against the thrall

Oh hey, got Charlie to let Sam talk

Let's mess with the sheet music

The liberty puzzel was fun

Oh shit, did Charlie just kill Norrington and Papierwaite

Ooooh, Max is all glowly

Ok, that last puzzel was kinda easy

Sam got his hat back!

Max, oh no he fell

Sam looked so scared

Oh Max, scared us for no reason

Oh God, he's scaring us for real now

OMG is this because he swallowed some demon yolk?

He's so big and Cthulu-y now!!!

Shut up narrator!

"Well, this is new." oh Sam

Wait the episode just ends there!?

Gaaahd now I have to stay up and play the next one or die from suspense.

After credits scene... Did we kill Sal!? Nooo!!!!

[babybatscreationsv2]

A King on a Leash ch2

Marvel | Starker

Tony Stark is a powerful man with a beautiful husband and a loyal crime family, but it looks like he didn't keep his husband on a short enough leash. After turning Peter lose on a Cuban gang leader, Peter's life is in danger. The real trouble is that Tony now realizes that Peter is the only thing in this world that he cares about and he never meant for that to happen.

Rating: Explicit

Full Fic

A Doll on a String

Warnings under the cut*

warnings: mafia au, murder mention, daddy kink

The low sun cast an orange glow over Peter's angel face. He was just starting to tan and no less beautiful for it. He was beautiful and pale in the winter, sun-kissed and stunning in summer. The diamonds he had worn when Tony came to get him had been beautiful, but they weren't Tony's diamonds and so they lay now at the bottom of the Atlantic. So did Suarez's yacht. Tony was confident that if the gangster had known Peter's name, he would never have laid hands on him. Yet, he wished Peter had left the man alive so he could peel the skin from his hands. The sight of him with his eye burned out and half of his head missing was almost enough to soothe the possessive itch. Almost.

Tony took off his jacket and laid it over Peter's near bare body. It calmed the fire for now. He would buy him something later, some clothes or jewelry. At least he was covered in hickies, Tony's mark left on his skin. Tony saw them starting to purple across his neck. The sight of them had Tony's body forgetting its age. He shifted in his seat, letting his legs spread as his cock filled out. He should fuck him while he sleeps. Peter would love it. But no, he did have business to handle. The diamonds Suarez had stolen weren't just from any bank, but a bank that stored the belongings of one Wilson Fisk. The diamonds had belonged to his late wife Vanessa.

Vanessa Fisk was probably the only person that her husband ever loved and he loved her dangerously, desperately. Much in the way that Tony loved Peter. It was something that they had come to understand about each other.

It hadn't been easy to convince the families not to punish Peter for killing Octavius. In the end, they understood that Otto had kidnapped Tony and that Peter was only doing his duty as a Stark and as a husband. Not that they were married at the time. He had wanted to lie. To convince them that he was the one who killed Octavius, but he knew that sooner or later the truth would come out and it would only mean greater trouble.

He watched Peter sleep, laid out across the seat. He was genuinely and undeniably the most beautiful person he had ever seen. How lucky he was to have his love, his loyalty, his respect. He would do anything for him.

If he had to burn down the entire city to keep Peter safe, he would. Hell, he would burn down the whole city if Peter asked him nice enough.

It was absolutely terrifying, but he would burn it all, sacrifice any and all of his men all for Peter. Not because he was beautiful, but because he was loyal to the death and he meant it genuinely. He didn't follow Tony out of fear or because of a debt. His love and loyalty were pure and unshakable.

Peter had been offered money, fame, fancy condos. He laughed at it all. What he wanted was Tony. Sure, Peter enjoyed the power, he enjoyed the money. Tony did doubt sometimes that Peter would love him without those things, but for now, the only money or power he wanted was Tony's and that was enough to keep him.

Tony smiled to himself. He remembered before, back when Peter was just a pretty doll on stage, never knowing who was funding his performances, who was sending him such nice gifts. He remembered what a fool he was to think that Peter was someone who should be bought and tricked. Like a stay cat being led to a trap with a can of tuna. He felt cold when he imagined how it could have been. How he could have led Peter to despise him and their relationship by turning it into an obligation. Peter never had a choice in being his, but Tony's choice to show Peter respect made all the difference. Sometimes he pondered what Peter had said when he proposed.

 I think you would do anything for me. Even if it meant letting me go.

To this day, Tony wasn't certain if he was right. In his bones he felt sure that he would go to any lengths to keep Peter by his side. Anything at all short of killing him was on the table. At least, Tony believed that Peter would never try to leave him and so he tried not to think about something so painful. At the end of the day, he understood that Peter meant it symbolically. What he meant to say was that he wanted to be Tony's husband. That he didn't feel coerced or obligated. He was smart. He knew what Tony needed to hear. Even if it was a lie. Even if Tony thought that he might just kill them both if Peter tried to walk away.

In a few days, Tony would leave Peter behind at their beach front home to meet with the other family bosses. He needed to make sure there was enough security at the house. No one was allowed in or out when Tony went to a family meeting. Not even Peter. Sometimes he pouted about it, but Peter was undeniably excited by Tony's possessive nature, keeping him locked away like a precious princess in a story. This time though, Tony would be gone a whole weekend. No risks would be taken, no pouting indulged. The time they would be apart would have Tony too on edge. Maybe moving in together was a mistake. It only led him to cling harder to Peter's side.

He sent a text to the man in charge of Peter's security, just to make sure everything was in place. They had spent days vetting candidates to join Peter's security team. They had to be both loyal and clean. Clean in the sense of drugs, but also clean in the sense of debts. If they owed so much as a penny to anyone other than Tony Stark himself, they were off the table. No one with outside loyalties or motivations would be allowed near his little devil. That was what he should call him, the bloodthirsty little thing.

He had another performance coming up soon. Tony had talked to the director of the performance hall and had the opening night moved back a week. The original opening had been the same weekend he was to meet with the families. Everything and everyone was in place. Now he just had to survive leaving his heart behind for two days.

He watched him sleep, his heart. He watched him as the boat sailed along through the water. Peter didn't stir until the boat was docked. Just in case they had been seen, they were borrowing a dock several miles from home. A car waited by the road to pick them up.

Tony stood, casting a shadow over Peter's face. He smiled, opening his eyes in the dimmed light.

"Hello, sailor," he teased.

Tony bent and scooped him up. "Little siren."

Peter laughed. "I suppose I lured at least one man to his death."

Tony hugged him to his chest. He was so light, so thin and delicate. His arms wrapped around his neck. "And did it occur to you at any point, that you might have left Suarez or his men alive?"

Peter blinked. It was endearing, watching the young man realize what he had done. He hadn't thought for a second that he might simply leave them drugged and stranded, tied up. He could have asked Tony for something to slip into their drinks. He could have got Suarez alone and knocked him out. He could have played the game with his charm and some clever words. Instead, Tony had found two bodies floating down the current as they made for his coordinates. Another had been hanged from the side of the ship. No one could say Peter wasn't an effective and terrifying killer. Tony loved it. Because he knew that Peter wasn't cold, wasn't without empathy. The truth was that Tony said 'Get me those diamonds' and Peter's mind became focused on his task and he completed it by whatever means felt easiest, fastest.

If Tony said jump, Peter wouldn't ask how high. He would jump, immediately and without question. Whatever happened next, it would bring him joy to know that he done what Tony had asked. He wasn't the type to waste time.

"Should I have? Left Suarez alive I mean..." He was blushing, shame creeping into his voice.

Tony carried him from the boat, still held snug in his arms. "No, my angel. You did exactly what I wanted you to do. Alive or dead, it doesn't matter to me. If it did, then I would have been more specific."

"Really?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Daddy doesn't lie to you."

Peter smiled. Then he said one of those things... the things were dark and forbidden and made Tony's blood rush south.

"I set him up to die." He whispered in Tony's ear. "I let him think he could have me and when he thought he was going to get what he wanted, I burned his eye out and shot him in the face. Because I know who I belong to."

Tony's jaw clenched. His grip on Peter's body went tight. He stepped off the dock and set Peter on his feet, slamming his back into the wall of the boat house. Peter's eyes glinted with fear or excitement, he wasn't sure. He wasn't thinking either. He just crushed their mouths together, pressing Peter back until he whimpered in pain. His hands grabbed his hips and pulled him up, moaning when their groins pressed together. They could spend a good long time against this boat house, but Tony wouldn't push the graciousness of its owners further. Still he kissed his boy breathless before leading him along up the hill.

Peter pressed into his side, walking like he was drunk. Tony wrapped an around him, made sure his jacket was snug around his shoulders.

The door was opened for them as they reached the car. A guard slid in first then Tony. He helped Peter in and tucked him into his side. Peter gave him a quick kiss before he settled in against him. Tony smiled to himself as the car carried them away.

[papermoonloveslucy]

NEW LIFE IN LUCY

July 20, 1952

By WILL JONES, Minneapolis Tribune Staff Writer 

WITH HER SECOND BABY on the way and her second career in its peak, Lucille Ball is busy trying to make the facts of real life jibe with the facts of TV life. 

The complications are going to affect all fans of the nation's No. 1 TV star -  particularly those in Minneapolis. 

Her pregnancy may delay the return of her TV program, "I Love Lucy," to the air this fall, for one thing. 

And it has already meant, for sure, that she won't be in Minneapolis for the Aquatennial. (1)

"I Love Lucy," now off the air for the summer, is supposed to resume Sept. 8. Miss Ball and her husband and co-star, Desi Arnaz, are trying to stall the starting date until sometime in October. (2)

Exactly what good that will do when her baby isn't due until January is one of those facts of TV life that will take some explaining. Miss Ball explained a few things to me in Hollywood last week, and I'll try to pass them long. 

Movie studios have been known to speed up shooting schedules of single pictures to accommodate motherhood. But Miss Ball can't shoot 39 films (3) in a hurry, before her condition begins to show. It already shows. 

BY THE TIME I had my talk with Miss Ball, the full Impact of the news had already hit her and her organization; They already had decided - with kibitzing from the Columbia Broadcasting System, the sponsor, and other interested parties - one big point: 

Miss Ball's unborn child, come winter, is going to have to be part of the act. 

They were in the midst of working out some of the details. Scripts for all of next season's "I Love Lucy" programs already had been outlined when Miss Ball discovered her condition. The outlines have been set aside, and the writers have been told to think up some funny new slapstick routines for an enceinte heroine. 

Fortunately, "I Love Lucy" is a Mr.-and-Mrs. program. Its family comedy, while often outlandish, has been accepted by its fans as still being pretty true-to-life. 

There should be enough funny situations involving expectant couples to keep the subject from getting tiresome. 

IMPENDING PARENTHOOD isn't a new subject for comedy, but there has been little of it on TV, there hasn't been much on radio and it's been rare in the movies. 

And there's never been an expectant mother quite like Miss Ball. 

Even if it were possible to hide her condition - other actresses have accomplished it with the aid of special costuming, trick lighting and such devices as keeping partially hidden behind furniture and bushes - Miss Ball would be against it.

"If I turned up one week suddenly standing still behind some camouflage, it wouldn't be me," she said. "It'd be a fraud. I've got to move around." 

Miss Ball had just come from a visit to her doctor when I saw her at her orange ranch in the San Fernando valley, about an hour's drive from Hollywood. (4) She had been discussing her condition with CBS executives, as well as with her doctor, on the same visit to town. 

"The doctor told me the baby's going to come a little earlier than we expected," she said. "He says about Jan. 15. (5) He also told me I could work as long as I feel all right. 

"At first we thought I might have to quit work in October. Now I don't know."

WORKING BEFORE the cameras while with child isn't entirely a new experience for Miss Ball. She was pregnant when she made the "I Love Lucy" audition film that won her and Arnaz their present contract with the network and sponsor. 

But her year-old daughter, Lucie Desiree, was born before she had to go on the air with the new series. 

Five of this fall's programs are already filmed. ("I Love Lucy" normally is shot five weeks before it goes on the air, so Miss Ball and Arnaz were five programs ahead before they started their summer vacation.) (6) They plan to resume shooting in a week or so. That will put them 10 programs ahead by Sept. 8, the date they're scheduled to return.

If they get to postpone the program a month they'll have a 14-week backlog of films by the time it starts. Some of the best of last year's programs will be rerun during the weeks Miss Ball won't be able to work. (7) Just how much of a part the baby will play in "I Love Lucy" after it arrives is matter that hasn't been decided.

"I ASKED THAT QUESTION down at CBS this afternoon, and all I got was blank stares," said Miss Ball. 

"I'm sure we won't have a situation involving the baby every week, though." 

"You could have a funny baby sitter for a character," put in a her publicity man, Ken Morgan who also is her brother-in-law. "You could build a very funny program around a funny baby sitter." 

"I'm sure we could," said Miss Ball. She glared at him with mock ferocity: "And what do I do while the baby sitter is being funny?" 

Arnaz, a real-life rumba bandleader, plays a rumba bandleader named Ricky Ricardo on "I Love Lucy." The plots usually Involve the wacky things that happen when his wife, Lucy, tries too hard to help him get ahead. 

Although the names have been changed, and the Amazes' private life isn't anything like the Ricardos'. TV life, followers still associate the performers closely with the roles. 

As long as they're forced to bring one child Into their TV world, I wondered If they might not try to get their TV life in line with their private life. 

"That's another question I asked at CBS this afternoon," said Miss Ball. "They didn't have an answer for that, either, "Everybody's been on vacation. We haven't even had a chance to sit down and talk these things over yet." 

THEY'VE TALKED over a few things, of course. Miss Ball showed me an "I Love Lucy" baby - a doll set with clothes, feeding equipment, soap, gadgets, etc. - that has been put together by a toy manufacturer in anticipation of the event. The set includes a letter about the baby from Lucy and Ricky. (8)

"It blows bubbles, wets its pants, everything," said Miss Ball proudly. She also played a record, "There's a Brand New Baby at Our House." ("...she's changed our happy house to a home..."), sung by Desi. He wrote the music when Lucie was born. A friend, Eddie Maxwell, wrote the words. (9)

Desi hasn't made any records for a long time, so nothing much happened with the tune. The recording companies are after him again since the success of "I Love Lucy," however, and "Brand New Baby" may be his first new record. (10)

The sudden success of "I Love Lucy" - in one season, it topped Arthur Godfrey, Milton Berle and Red Skelton (11) in all popularity ratings - has left the Amazes amazed. 

I was sitting in Morgan's office when he got the news that "Lucy" had hit a rating of 70 - an unheard-of-high figure in one of the TV popularity-rating surveys.

Arnaz came into the office at that moment Morgan told him the news. 

ARNAZ LOOKED WORRIED. "You're kidding," he said. 

"That crazy Cuban is scared," confided Morgan after Arnaz had left the office. "He doesn't know what to make of all this. He thinks of all those people tuning in, and he worries." 

In 20 years as a movie star, Miss Ball never had the acclaim she's had in one year on television. 

"People stop me on the street and talk to me now," she said. "That never happened when I was in movies. I was in Ohrbach's this afternoon, and I had to ride up and down four times In the elevator just listening to people tell me about the show. 

"The only time people In the street bothered to talk to me before was when I made ‘The Big Street.' (12) But It was nothing like what's happened In the past year. And Desi and I are the two most grateful people in the world. 

"You have no Idea what It's meant to us. We're real hams, you know." 

BESIDES GLORY, "I Love Lucy" also has meant shorter hours and a happy home life for Mr. and Mrs. Arnaz. Before TV, Lucille had to get up at 5:30 or 6 every morning to go to the studio. She didn't get home until 7 or 7:30 p.m. and she was exhausted. If Desi wasn't on the road with his band, she had to go to a nightclub to be with him In the evening. 

Their marriage almost broke up because of the schedule. Lucille once filed for divorce, but never followed through. (13) In the movies, Miss Ball had to work five or six long days a week. Now she puts in four eight-hour days. 

Arnaz, who Is president of their company, Desilu Productions, has to attend to production and business matters in addition to his acting. That usually means a 10- or 12-hour day for him. But he, too, insists on a three-day week-end. 

"We don't think about the show we don't even mention it from Friday night to Tuesday morning," said Miss Ball. "They wanted me to look at the scripts a week ahead, so they'd have more time to work on the clothes. I design all my own. But I wouldn't even do that, for fear I'd start worrying about next week's show over the week-end." 

AS VICE PRESIDENT of Desilu productions, Miss Ball gets a chair on the set with "Veep" printed on back. Occasionally she signs some papers. "But may I say that I don't know what I'm looking at?" she said. 

Desilu now is producing the TV version of "Our Miss Brooks," starring Eve Arden, which will go on the air this fall. (14) As executive producer, Arnaz has had to be on hand during much of the "Miss Brooks" filming this summer. 

"But all I hafta do," said Miss Ball, "is go over and pat Brooksie on the shoulder now and then and ask her where she got those clothes. She comes in with some wonderful things." 

"Our Miss Brooks" is being filmed exactly the same way as "I Love Lucy." It's a combination of movies, TV and summer stock, a system worked out by Desilu. 

The Amazes are especially proud of it because, before they started, everybody told them it wouldn't work. Nobody figured a couple of actors could run a complex producing organization. 

They film their shows in an independent movie studio that was all but abandoned before they moved in. (15) Now the place is bustling with other TV people, including Burns and Allen, who are copying the Desilu system.

BLEACHER SEATS for 300 people were built into one side of the sound stage. Part of one wall was cut out to make a street entrance for the audience. A small sign, “Desilu Playhouse," hung on a wrought-iron support outside, adds to the summer-stock atmosphere. 

The schedule goes roughly like this: Tuesday is devoted to learning the script, which al ways runs more than 40 pages. Miss. Ball sketches her clothes and gives the designs to the dressmaker. 

There are rehearsals Wednesday. The program is rehearsed straight through, like a play. Thursday there's a full dress rehearsal, with cameras and lights. There's a bull session afterwards, with the writers present, to weed out the weak spots. 

When the program started audiences were invited to the dress rehearsals, but Lucille and Desi found they got all worked up and gave better performances Thursday night than they did on Friday, when the program is actually filmed. 

NOW THEY RELY on the laughs of the crew on Thursday nights to tell them what to keep in and what to change. 

Three movie cameras, moving in and out among the actors like TV cameras, record the Friday night performance. The program is played straight through, the only stops being for costume changes. The audience is allowed to whoop it up as much as it wants. Audience laughter is recorded and used in the final soundtrack. 

The photographer, Karl Freund, a roly-poly man with a thick German accent, was all but retired when Miss Ball asked trim to film their show. She liked the way he had photographed her at MGM. ("We fought like cats and dogs, but when it came off on the screen, I never looked lovelier.") 

He spent a week in New York studying TV methods, decided everybody there was all wet, and dreamed up his own system. (Freund was the first Hollywood cameraman ever to move a camera during a scene, mounting it on a rubber-tired arrangement known as a dolly. Without his invention "I Love Lucy" now would take two or three times as long to shoot. Many inventions now incorporated in Hollywood studio cameras are his, too.) 

ARNAZ' STUDIO CHAIR has "Prez" painted on back. (When Freund wants him, however, he Just yells for "Young man with old face!" Arnaz' black hair is shot with gray that doesn't show on TV.) 

William Frawley and Vivian Vance, the character actors who play the couple next door, have special chairs, too. Frawley's is labeled "William Frawley, Boy Actor." Miss Vance's label is "Vivian Vance, Girl Actress." Their work is admired so much around Desilu that they got a raise before they ever asked for it. 

"I don't know how long they're signed up for," said Miss Ball, "but by God if it isn't for a long time, I'll have to speak to Desi." There's a sign in the Desilu rehearsal hall: "anyone that enjoys work can have a hell of a good time in this institution." Everybody, apparently, does. 

There's a board with names of the cast members painted on it. There are gold stars stuck behind the names. Anybody who gets off a good crack, goofs, or otherwise relieves the tension that, comes with the hard work gets a gold star. 

ON SHOW NIGHTS, Arnaz, cook and gourmet, serves everybody in the crew a big dinner in the rehearsal hall. The Amazes have a bungalow on the lot in which they live during the day. The living room is decorated with water colors of and oil paintings by Miss Ball, who goes in for landscapes when she paints. (16)

There's also a large dressing room and a bright yellow kitchen. They stayed there over night during Los Angeles' floods a few months ago, (17) but otherwise they go home to the ranch every night. 

"I hate to get up in the morning in the same place I'm going to work all day," said Miss Ball. 

An extra project is under way at the Desilu studios this summer. The TV show has caused so much talk that people in non-TV areas have demanded to see what all the conversation is about. 

Three of the best "Lucy" programs from last season have been selected for showing in theaters in areas not yet reached by TV. They're being tied together with a story about a couple who have trouble getting tickets to the program. (18) (That's a real problem. Handling tickets got to be such a headache that Desilu turned over ticket distribution to CBS. Now the people at Desilu often can't get their friends in.) 

The "I Love Lucy" feature movie is being put together by Ed Sedgwick, a director who used to make some of Miss Ball's movie comedies. I've never considered Lucille a comedienne." Sedgwick told me. "She's a comic. There's a difference." 

SUCCESS OF "I Love Lucy" has opened the way for all kinds of other sidelines. Desi wears smoking jacket. Tailors want him to spearhead a campaign to revive the smoking jacket. Other clothing men spotted the narrow lapels on all his suits, and want him to endorse Desi Arnaz narrow lapels. (19)

Manufacturers want Miss Ball's clothing designs. There's a line of Lucille Ball blouses being readied. Now, of course they're talking maternity dresses, too. (20)

Another outfit is ready to put out Desi Arnaz bongo drums. (21) "Ethel" (Vivian Vance) wore an old-fashioned kitchen garment known as a swirl on one program. Now there's, a merchandising tie-up for "I Love Lucy" swirls. (22)

Even before word got around about Miss Ball's upcoming maternity, doll manufacturers were proposing deals. So there's going to be a red-headed Lucille Ball doll. (23)

Since one-third of the pro grams fans are figured to be small fry, the doll is expected to be a popular item. Morgan, a native of Devil’s Lake, N.D. looks after most of such details. And then there's talk of an "I Love Lucy" radio program. Miss Ball was on the air with "My Favorite Husband" a few seasons ago, but radio acting is a new experience for Desi. 

THERE'S A POSSIBILITY the sound tracks of old TV programs may be used for a new radio program, with some narration to fill in what the audience can't see. (24)

So, with all the success, has come more and more yearning to get away from on week-ends. 

The Amazes figure they see enough of each other during the week. So, although they're homebodies, they do quite a bit of getting away from each other on week-ends. 

Miss Ball usually sticks to the ranch, a quiet, five-acre place lush with vegetation. The orange groves are there because they look nice. "You know, I've never eaten one of our oranges," said Miss Ball. "I tasted one once, and it was so sour I couldn't finish it. We get our oranges at the market." 

They have a deal with the Sunkist people, who tend the crop, harvest it and keep the place in shape in exchange for the oranges. 

Arnaz, who has a mania for fishing, spends all or part of every week-end on his 35-foot fishing boat. He doesn't shave when he's fishing. He was away on the boat when I visited the ranch. 

MISS BALL was out back, in a cluttered yard she calls "the farmer's market," sitting in a wooden lawn chair. She looked tired. Her face, in the evening light and against her shocking-pink hair, looked paler than it probably was. Her mother, Mrs. Desiree Ball, was looking after Lucie, who was toddling around the edge of the swimming pool. Three frisky spaniels bounded up to meet me. 

Miss Ball called them away sharply. "They stink," she said. While we talked, she watched nervously to see that they didn't knock the baby into the pool. 

Presently Mrs. Ball said good-by, and headed for the house with Lucie. "Tell Ethel I want a demitasse!" Miss Ball called after her. "And tell her I want it to get rid of the garlic she put in the meat!" (25)

After she settled down with the coffee, she said: "There's one thing I really like about television. I don't have to worry about glamor any more. Well, my hair is still combed. But I don't have to worry if it isn't." 

From her chair, she started conducting a visual tour of the place, pointing out behind her an overgrown shelter with lawn furniture Inside. ("It's some kind of a Cuban hut that Desi built. I think they call it a bohio.") She pointed, too, to a huge outdoor fireplace. ("Desi built that, too. But we found out it's too far from the house. We don't use It any more.") 

Across the swimming pool she pointed out a strange lath structure, also built by Desi. "We never found out what he had in mind," she said. "We've never used it for anything." 

We walked across the lawn to inspect one of Arnaz' more practical bits of carpentry: a place they call a bathhouse, which is really a huge cottage used for parties. It has a long rumpus room, finished in dark pine, with a film projection room at one end, and a behind-the-bar kitchen that's exclusively Desi's. It's fitted with a large, black, old-fashioned gas oven, another barbecue and outsize copper utensils. 

Miss Ball peered suspiciously into a huge copper kettle on the stove. "Desi uses this for soup, she said. "He spent three years getting the recipe from Antoine's."  (26)

When Arnaz cooks, he always makes a large mess. He never cleans it up. 

"I enjoy spoiling my husband," said Miss Ball, "and he enjoys spoiling me. I don't expect him to clean up." She thought a moment. "I don't know what he doesn't expect of me." 

She pointed out a mounted marlin of which he's proud, some built-in seats he designed and constructed, and then led the way to the house. It was dark outside now. 

"Be careful," she said. “There are wires on these trees, and people are always falling down." 

INSIDE THE HOUSE, in a long tile-floored room facing the yard, we came across a third barbecue. 

“Desi isn't happy unless he has a barbecue at his fingertips," she said. Another thing the Amazes are well supplied with is TV sets. They have four, including the one in the bathhouse. 

"We always watch our show," she said, "usually with friends. Monday is our canasta night. Sometime we're over at the Charlie Ruggleses, sometimes at the Dean Martins. (27) Wherever we are, we stop for a half hour to watch." 

We took a fast walk through the house. "It won't take you long to see this place," said Miss Ball, leading the way through the long early-American living room, the bedroom, Desi's study, Desi's dressing room, and then down a long corridor, past an enclosed patio, to the nursery wing. 

"Desi built this, too," she said. "We keep a carpenter here full time to help him. Since we started the show, Desi hasn't had any time for building, but we still keep the carpenter busy." 

THE NURSERY - a three-room affair designed to accommodate two children - cost more than the house itself. The center room Is a gleaming-white, clinical-looking place Miss Ball calls "the laboratory." 

It's loaded with sterilizing equipment, kitchen equipment and laundry equipment. The Amazes keep a nurse, as well as a maid-cook and the carpenter. Desi's mother and Mrs. Ball both live nearby, and look in frequently, so Lucie gets plenty of attention when her parents are at the studio. 

Miss Ball has taken her to the studio for visits, but never takes her in for a day when she's working. Arnaz's band appears on one out of about every four "Lucy" programs. It's pretty much the same one he started with in Florida. He formed it after he broke away from Xavier Cugat in the '30s. 

The band doesn't travel or make public appearances any more, but the musicians are as glad that Arnaz has settled down as he is. They have a family life now, too. 

They work around Hollywood, playing at the movie and recording studios and at various clubs. And they're always on call when they're needed for "Lucy." 

Miss Ball and Arnaz planned to come to the Aquatennlal on the way to New York for a series of magazine interviews. One of the things that had convinced them was a two-page wire from Arthur Godfrey singing the praises of Minnesota and of Cedric Adams, who would have been their host. 

WHEN THEY found out about the baby, they still planned to come. Then Miss Ball's doctor ordered her not to. He ruled out the New York interviews, too. They went to Sun Valley instead, for a rest, but cut their visit short when they found themselves the center of attention from other guests. (28)

The act they planned to do here was one they had to dream up in order to prove to CBS that they could do "I Love Lucy." Before the program started, one of the big objections they got went like this: "Nobody will believe that Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz are husband and wife." 

Arnaz had a simple answer: "We are." But nobody paid much attention to him. 

The two made a theater tour with a Mr.-and-Mrs. routine, just to see if audiences would accept them that way. It clicked. That's what made CBS decide to go along with their first notions about TV.

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FOOTNOTES FROM THE FUTURE

(1) The Minneapolis Aquatennial is an annual outdoor event held in Minneapolis, Minnesota, during the third full week of July. Originating in 1940, the Minneapolis Aquatennial celebrates the city's famous lakes, rivers, and streams.

(2) Instead of September 8th, the second season of “I Love Lucy” began on September 15, 1952, not in October as was first considered.  It kicked off with the now iconic “Job Switching” (aka Candy Factory episode), which had been filmed in late May 1952, before this article was published. 

(3) Although season one of “I Love Lucy” had produced 35 episodes (the most of any “Lucy” sitcom), season two only clocked in with 31 new episodes. If their original goal was 39, they were 8 short.  

(4) Before her Beverly Hills mansion, Lucy’s dream house was in the San Fernando Valley. Desilu Ranch, as it was called, was a ranch-style home on five acres at the intersection of Devonshire Street and Corbin Avenue in Chatsworth. The home was demolished in the mid-1970s to make way for subdivision development.

(5) Lucille Ball gave birth on January 19, 1953. Because it was a Caesarean birth, Ball had some leeway with the date. Naturally, she opted for a Monday so that her real son and her TV son could be born on the same day, making television history in the process.  

(6) The five shows that were already ‘in the can’ for Fall 1952 were:  "The Anniversary Present" (filmed May 9, 1952), “The Handcuffs” (filmed May 16, 1952), “The Operetta” (filmed May 23, 1952), “Job Switching” (filmed May 30, 1952), and “The Saxophone” (filmed June 6, 1952).  Although “Job Switching” was filmed fourth of these five, everyone knew it was a knock-out hit, and it was aired as the season 2 premiere.  This explains why the photos that accompany this article are glimpses from two as-of-then unaired episodes: “The Anniversary Present” and “The Operetta.”  

(7) Desilu also came up with Flashback Intros (filmed without Lucille Ball) to introduce repeated episodes. Fred, Ethel, and Ricky would open the show with a “remember the time...” premise and then a repeat episode would be aired. These were not included in the syndication prints, but some have turned up as DVD extras. 

(8) The ‘I Love Lucy’ baby doll was a big seller for Christmas 1952.  The doll’s gender was deliberately kept vague until after the birth of Little Ricky in January 1953, after which a new infant doll branded “Little Ricky” was released. There was also a Little Ricky puppet baby doll.

(9) “There's A Brand New Baby (at Our House)” was first sung on “I Love Lucy” in “Sales Resistance” (ILL S2;E17), the first flashback episode after Lucy went into the hospital to have the baby.  The lyricist Eddie Maxwell was the real-life husband of Eve Whitney from  “The Charm School” (ILL S3;E15).

(10)  After the above episode aired on July 26, 1953, announcer Johnny Jacobs promoted that the song (he calls “The Baby Song”) was available on Columbia Records (a division of CBS, naturally) with the “I Love Lucy” theme song on the flip side.

(11) Arthur Godfrey’s show “Talent Scouts” was “Lucy’s” lead-in on Monday nights. Godfrey himself promoted the show, asking viewers to ‘stay tuned.’ Red Skelton had a variety show on CBS, competing with NBC’s “Ed Sullivan” on Sunday nights. Milton Berle hosted “Texaco Star Theatre” on NBC, another variety program. If Monday nights belonged to Lucy, Tuesday nights were owned by Uncle Miltie. All three performers guest-starred on “Lucy” sitcoms.  The above 1953 TV Guide cover makes it clear who is top of the TV totem pole. Red Skelton is not depicted. 

(12) The Big Street was released in August 1942. If people were stopping Lucy on the street, it may have been to compliment her performance in what was her favorite film. They may have also been curious about performing in a wheelchair. 

(13) Lucille filed for divorce from Desi twice. The first time was in September 1944, citing infidelity and incompatibility.  Ball returned to him before the interlocutory decree became final, nullifying the divorce.  The second divorce, in April 1960, stuck. 

(14) “Our Miss Brooks” had been a big hit on radio starring Eve Arden and Gale Gordon, who would repeat their roles on television. Although not formally produced by Desilu, it was produced at the same studio and used many of the same actors (Gordon, Richard Crenna, Mary Jane Croft, Frank Nelson) that would appear on “I Love Lucy,” including, in one episode, Desi Arnaz. The show started one year after “Lucy” and ran one year shorter. 

(15) General Service Studios was located at 1040 North Los Palmas Avenue, in Hollywood. It started life as a movie studio in 1919, and was variously known as  American Zoetrope, Hollywood Center Studios, and now, Sunset Las Palmas Studios.  Desilu outgrew the location in 1953, and moved to larger digs known then as Ren-Mar, now Red Studios. 

(16) Not much is known about Lucille Ball’s painting pastime.  We know that she signed her paintings ‘Balzac’.  

(17) From January 13 to 18, 1952 heavy rains hit the Southern California area. On January 18 alone, 3.17” of rain fell in Los Angeles in a 24-hour period. The storm was responsible for eight deaths due to flooding in Los Angeles.

(18) The “I Love Lucy” Movie consisted of three episodes edited together: “The Benefit” (ILL S1;E13), “Breaking the Lease” (ILL S1;E18) and “The Ballet” (ILL S1;E19). New scenes were filmed to help connect the three episodes into one cohesive whole. Also, new wraparound segments were filmed. The opening segment shows the studio audience filing in for the filming. Desi Arnaz welcomes the audience and introduces the cast as he typically did before every filming. In the closing segment, Arnaz thanks the audience and Lucille Ball and the cast take their final bows. The film was given one preview before it was shelved. It may have been pressure from MGM, who had their own “Lucy” movie in the works, The Long, Long Trailer, or it may have been felt that the film diluted the television programs value. Either way, it was Lucy and Desi’s final call to shelve the project. It has since been released on DVD. 

(19 & 20) Merchandising was a big part of selling “I Love Lucy” to the public.  When actual items were not mass marketed, patterns for the items were available. Advance had the license for “I Love Lucy” patterns. 

(21) The Desi Arnaz Conga Drum (not Bongo drum) was made in 1952 by A & A American Metal Toy Company of Brooklyn, New York. It was nineteen inches high. It is one of the rarest of the original “I Love Lucy” collectibles valued at $2,000 to $5,000! 

(22) Swirl was a brand of house dress that often buttoned up the back, had pockets, and a tie belt. Vivian Vance wore several designs by Swirl on the show, including one of her famous arrow Swirls advertised in magazines and newspapers. 

(23) Long before Mattel made their Lucy Barbie, there was a Lucy Ricardo rag doll. The doll had orange hair, blue eyes, bow lips, and an apron with heart-shaped pockets, just like Lucy.  It  was given away by their sponsor Philip Morris in 1953.

(24) On February 27, 1952, a sample the “I Love Lucy” radio show was produced, but it never aired. This was created by editing the soundtrack of the television episode “Breaking the Lease”, with added Arnaz narration (in character as Ricky Ricardo).

(25) It sounds as though, quite coincidentally, Lucille Ball’s Chatsworth cook / maid was named Ethel!  Either that, or Ball is joking. 

(26) Antoine’s Restaurant was also mentioned in Eleanor Harris’s 1954 book The Real Story of Lucille Ball. 

(27) Charles Ruggles (1886-1970) was a character actor who appeared in over a hundred films. Like Lucille Ball, he made the transition to television with a series called “The Ruggles” (1949-52). He was married to Marion LaBarba. Dean Martin (1916-95) was a singer and comic actor.  He appeared as himself on “The Lucy Show,” in one of Ball’s favorite episodes. From 1949 to 1973 he was married to Jeanne Biegger, who appeared as herself on the “I Love Lucy” episode “The Fashion Show.” 

(28) Sun Valley, Idaho, was a favorite getaway location of the Arnaz family. It is a is a resort city where tourists enjoy ice skating, golfing, hiking, trail riding, cycling, tennis and (of course) skiing. The world’s first chair lift was erected in Sun Valley in 1936. Lucy and Desi set a 1958 episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” in Sun Valley, and even went on location to film. 

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Rubi Rose Height, Weight, Age, Boyfriend, Biography, Net Worth

Rubi Rose (born October 2, 1998) is an American Model, Instagram Star, Rapper, Recording Artist, Video Vixen, and Social Media Sensation from Lexington, Kentucky. She is best known for being one of the most followed Instagram personalities.

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Furthermore, the influencer has over 1.1 million followers on the platform. As per the source, Rose launched her career as a blogger after posting her first picture in 2014.

As a musical artist, she is signed to Hitco Entertainment. Rubi is currently managed by her management named the Electric Republic. The recording artist first received recognization after starring in a 2016 music video called “Bad and Boujee” by Migos and Lil Uzi Vert.

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Her debut single “Trickin” came out in January 2019 which was distributed by the Electric Republic. The “Big Mouth” track was released in June 2019. The same year, the model also made her SXSW on March 14, 2019, after performing Buffalo Billiards.

In her aspiring career, the rapper also collaborated with artists such as Renni Rucci and Cuban Doll for a single named “A.G.F.”. Zabba worked as a producer for the song. Rubi Rose’s Net worth is calculated to be around $350,000 US Dollars, as of 2020.

The sexy video vixen was born to her parents in 1998 in Lexington, Kentucky, the United States of America (Rubi Rose’s age is 21 years old, as in 2019). Rubi also throws extravagant birthday parties on the 2nd of October every year for her close friends and family. Her father and mother moved to Geneva, Switzerland for several years where the model was raised. Furthermore, Rubi’s mom works as a dentist and her dad has a business. The recording artist’s mother is originally from Switzerland. Furthermore, she belongs to multiracial ethnicity and has Japanese & Eritrean descent. During her junior year of high school, Rose moved to Atlanta, Georgia. https://www.instagram.com/p/BzY3gsrn91d/

She even remained one of the members of a cheerleading team of her school.

Later, the rapper started to attend Georgia State University where Rubi is studying English. Her popularity on Instagram gave her an opportunity to work with the aspiring names in the music industry. The rapper’s first project was a 2014 music video gig for LVRN. Standing at an average height of 1.63 meters (5 ft 4 in), Rubi Rose has a lean yet sexy figure. She maintains her body weight which is around 54 kg (119 pounds) by involving herself in various physical activities such as dancing, swimming, sports, etc. Rose worked with big brands on Instagram such as Fashion Nova, Princess Polly, and Pink Dolphin. In 2018, she got featured in 2018’s “On Top” song opposite Playboi Carti (American rapper, singer, and songwriter). The artist also rapped the verse about “Getting Top”. According to official reports, she dated her boyfriend Playboi Carti at that time. Carti physically assaulted her during their love life and also got arrested in LAX. Rubi also has an unreleased song with Young Thug (American rapper, singer, and songwriter).

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Full Real Name  :  Rubi Rose

Stage Name  :  Rubi

Profession  :   Model, Instagram Star, Rapper, Recording Artist, Video Vixen, and Social Media Sensation

Current Residence  :  Atlanta, Georgia, USA

Birthday (DOB)  :  October 2, 1998

Place of Birth  :  Lexington, Kentucky, USA (but raised in Geneva, Switzerland)

Zodiac Sign  :  Libra

Age  :  22  years old

Nationality  :  American

Ethnicity  :  Black

Religion  :  Christian

Sexuality  :  Straight

Gender  :  Female

Height  : 5  Feet 4 Inches Weight  :  54 Kg Hair Color  :   Brown

Eye Color  :   Brown

[living-dead-parker]

Casino - P.P

Summary: Peter and reader have a special mission. Also, the team thinks reader has a thing for Tony and vice versa.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader, Tony Stark x Avenger!Reader (platonic!)

Warnings: age gaps, gambling, alcohol, clowning on Tony too much, honestly not compliant with any canon at this point, 

Word Count: 2.2k

"Target is in position," you state as you keep an eye on the target. A smirk is quickly placed on your lips once he turns to look in your direction. He smirks right back at you before turning back to his game at hand. "P has approached the game table," you continue speaking and you turn towards one of the cameras, seeing it follow your line of sight towards the poker table. "I'm going in."

With that, you walk towards the Craps table, two drinks in your hand. You notice the target looking over at you as you walk over. If he wasn't such a piece of shit, you'd find him attractive. A silver fox with black roots, a trimmed beard, an all-black suit, and piercing green eyes. It looks like he smells of expensive cologne too. You, however, have your own silver fox back at the compound, so who are you to look around?

"Is Y/N really drooling over this old man?" Natasha asks as she watches the feed, turning to look at the others in the room.

"I mean, she's always flirting with Tony," Steve pipes up, a chuckle escaping Natasha’s lips.

"Constantly barking up the wrong tree, if you ask me," Tony chimes in, stepping in with a fresh mug of coffee. "It's flattering but Peter can actually keep up with her without bones cracking and all," he jokes.

Meanwhile, back in Las Vegas, at the MGM Grand Casino, you finally approach Peter, handing him a drink. Peter looks up at you, a smile on his lips as he takes his drink from you. Coincidentally, it's Peter's turn. So, Peter takes the chance, holding his hand up to you, the dice in his fist. Slowly, you bend down a little, locking eyes with the man as you blow into Peter's fist. Then, Peter rolls.

The game lasts a good half hour before Peter and the target are neck to neck and then. You finally decide to play your part. "Baby," you call out to Peter, just loud enough for the guy to listen. "I'm getting tired," you whine.

"It's a close one, doll," Peter responds, pretending to focus on the game more than you. However, it's taken Peter a great deal not to just walk away from the mission and take you back to the room. "Just a few more minutes, yeah baby girl?"

You roll your eyes, sighing loudly. "I'm going back to the room, good luck on your silly game," you whine as you glare at Peter. Then, you take the time to mouth over to the man, a simple, 'follow me.'

Peter just shrugs, letting you go off on your own with no more than a simple bye. You're still within earshot when you hear the man call it quits at the end of his turn. So, you speed up a bit, keeping the guy on his toes to follow you. At the exit of the casino, where it leads to the hotel, you pause to look at your phone, seeing the man fast approaching.

"What's a beauty like you doing all alone?" the man asks you, beginning to saunter over towards you. He pulls out a Cuban, lighting it as he wraps his lips around it. You smile at him, pretending to fawn over him. Though, it's not too hard when you get a good look at him.

"My fiance doesn't seem to want to come back to bed with me," you state, looking around before giving the man all your attention. "It gets pretty lonely when he's like this," you state, denying the Cuban when the man offers it to you. You make sure to pop your chest out a bit, show a little more leg, straighten out a bit. He bites his lip as he takes in every inch of you. "Sometimes, I think he likes money better than he likes me."

"Got a name, sweetie?" he asks before taking another drag of the cigar.

"Candace," you state. "Candace Smith, Candy for short," you add.

"Robert Paine," he states, holding a hand out. You take it, shaking it. "Now, Candy, are you as sweet as your name?"

You giggle, stepping closer to the man. You rest a hand on his chest, wrapping the other over his shoulder. You bend a leg over the other, standing rather seductively. "I can be," you tell him, peering up at him through your lashes. "Unless you're looking for something else," you add as you grab his arms and wrap them around you. "But I can be whatever you want me to be, daddy."

The man smiles, grabbing your hand. "I have a room here too," he states as he leads you over to the elevator. You see Peter approaching not too far away. "The question is, mine or yours?"

"Well, my fiance is here," you state, holding a finger up in a shushing motion. "So let's go to yours."

Steve and Natasha laugh, Sam and Bucky lose it when they look over at Tony. "You're missing out Anthony," Sam manages to say through gut-wrenching laughs. "She's a dirty girl and you're just pushing her into spider baby's arms."

Tony rolls his eyes, rubbing at his temples. "Oh shut it," he states as they all watch you make out with the guy in the elevator, Peter standing in the other alone. "She's just messing with us all, she loves Parker," Tony states.

"Either way, Tones," Natasha states. "You're missing out," she jokes. They all know your flirtation is playful since you do it to everyone. Hell, you've hit on Vision before and Wanda laughs it off. So, nobody takes your flirtation seriously, except Peter. Because he really likes you. Especially when you flirt with Tony because it sounds so real.

"Oh, baby," the man groans as you press yourself against him. Once in his room, you pretend to lock it behind you, moving along with him. Everything from that point goes by fast. You're on the bed, hair a mess, lipstick a mess. The door bursts open, FBI agents entering the room, Peter trailing behind you. The guy glares at you, yelling out insults as he gets taken away.

Then, the calm arrives. By now, Tony and the gang know to switch off. You've done your part and that's it. However, they watch from a nearby camera that you and Peter stand alone in the man's room, both looking at each other. The mic on your bracelet is still on, and they all decide to eavesdrop to see if one of you finally makes a move.

"God, thank you for coming in as soon as you did," you speak up, throwing yourself on the bed tiredly. Peter chuckles, sitting down next to you, placing a hand on your knee supportively. "Any longer and I was going to have to have sex with the man," Peter bursts into laughter, smacking your knee. You look up at him, a playful glare evident. "What?"

"So, you're not into old men?" Peter asks through giggles, turning to get a better look at you. You sigh, falling back onto the bed.

"Not that one," you state jokingly. "God, it was like kissing a fish, I was putting in work," you state. "Like, come on, you'd think he'd at least peck back every so often, but no!"

"Y/N, the guy's a serial arsonist and fraud, I think his lack of kissing skills is the least of his terrible traits," Peter states.

"Yeah, well," you respond jokingly. "He looked great, but he was terrible."

Peter hums, looking down at his hands. "So, are you into old men?"

"Oh my god," you groan as you reach over for a pillow. You throw it, but Peter catches it in no time. "Curse your spidey sense, let me hit you with a pillow!"

"Not even," he responds defensively. "Your reflection on the window, I can see you," he states, pointing at the window. This causes both of you to burst into full belly laughs. Back at the compound, all the others watch fondly as your laughter resembles that of an extremely happy child. It's contagious.

"I have a thing for hot people," you state matter of factly. "Age doesn't matter, so long as it's legal," you continue. "I literally don't care, if I find an eighteen year old attractive or a 90-year-old. If they're hot, I will want to climb them like a fucking tree," you state.

"So, Tony?" Peter asks.

"Tony's hot, yeah," you state as you shrug. "But he's not 'climb him like a tree, on my knees begging for it' hot," you continue. "Like, if he were to ask me if I'd give it up for a night, no doubt about it, I'd let him. But I wouldn't like beg or thirst over it, I wouldn't let it happen more than once, I wouldn't think about it like every night. Just a casual one-time thing would be enough for me. However, that fact that I like someone close to him plays a big role in me not being so into him."

"But you flirt with him a lot," Peter adds.

"I flirt with everyone, but I don't want to have sex with them all," you state. "Unless everyone was willing to try, like, a team orgy thing as a team-building exercise," you say, which earns another deep belly laugh from Peter. "But in all seriousness, I like someone and I want them. Not Tony, not anybody else."

Peter's silent for a few seconds, but he turns to look at you. His body is turned towards you, legs crossed in front of him, sitting criss-cross. "And who's that?"

You sit up, looking up at him. He gulps, watching you as you lean closer to him. "You're such an oblivious fool, Parker," you state. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. "But that's why I like you so much, I guess."

With that, you close the gap between the two of you, your lips connecting with his. His hands move to your hips as he kisses back. Back at the compound, everyone is cheering. Money is being traded between friends, and Tony is happy. It's the entire reason he set you both up on this mission.

However, they grow concerned when they see things getting heated.

"Oh no!" Sam and Bucky yell when they see you get on top of Peter, grinding your hips down onto him. However, you pull away.

"Let's take this back to our room?" you ask as you stand up. "I'm not trying to have sex on some rando's hotel room."

Peter nods, standing up and leading you out of the room. With that, Tony and the others stop eavesdropping, getting all they needed for the night. So, they turn off your mic, they stop watching through the camera, and they exit the room.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Tony," Steve jokes. Tony glares, ignoring the man.

"Yeah yeah," Tony states. "At least I had a chance, I've never heard Y/N say that she would go down on Captain America."

Steve laughs, walking away towards the elevator with everyone else. Tony joins them, all going to different floors.

When morning comes around, the team watches you and Peter walk into the kitchen. Smiles placed on your lips as you both walk over to the coffee maker. Tony, Nat, Steve, Sam, and Bucky all smirk at each other, knowing about the two.

"Hey, you're back!" Natasha speaks up, earning Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Thor's attention as well. "How was the mission?"

You and Peter nod, looking over at each other. Smiles tug at your lips and the team that knew has to hold back from laughing. "It was fine," you state simply as you take a sip of the coffee you poured yourself. "Took the target down, gambled some of Tony's money, drank a little. Fun, overall."

"Spent Tony's money, huh?" Steve asks as he looks over at the man. Tony rolls his eyes. Everyone spends his money.

"Yup," you state, shrugging your shoulders. "What kind of sugar baby would I be if I didn't spend my sugar daddy's money," you joke as you send a wink to Tony. Peter chuckles, grabbing a mug of his own. "Anyways, I'm tired, so I'm gonna go lie down," you state.

"Yeah, me too," Peter chimes in, setting his mug down and ultimately forgetting about it. "See you guys later," he adds.

"Hey, wait," Tony speaks up. You and Peter turn around, looking over at Tony. "No babies," he states, making you and Peter get flustered. "And also, I need at least one flirty comment a day, it keeps me feeling good about myself. You're welcome that I finally got you two together after all this time."

You giggle, grabbing Peter's hand gently. There's no use in hiding it at this point. If Tony knows, everyone knows. That's just the way it is round here.

"You got it, sir," you state. "Can I just say, you ass looks just as great as Peter's," you say, hitting on two at once. "Now I'm really tired from running away about any and every gay thought I've had about all of you, so see y'all later," you add, hitting on everyone all at once. Then, you pull Peter out with you.

"Damn, I still gotta compete with everyone?"

"Everyone deserves to feel nice about themselves," you state. "Just when I flirt with you, it's because I want to get in your pants and because I really like you. I flirt with everyone else to be nice."

Send in feedback, requests, asks, or just come talk to me!!

[flirting-with-psychology]

The Letter C (True or False) by joybucket

You like to cook. 👩‍🍳 You’ve worked as a chef. 👩‍🍳 You’ve recently baked cookies. 🍪 You like chocolate chip cookies. 🍪 You’ve had a friend named Christine. You’ve lived in a house on a street corner. 🏡 You’ve made something out of clay. You’ve walked through a cemetery at night. 🪦 You like caramel. 🟤 You’ve been to Connecticut.

You’ve been friends with a Claire. You like coconut cream pie. You’ve never been to Cameroon. 🇨🇲 You don’t like Coke. 🥤 You’re currently sitting on a chair. 🪑 You’ve met someone named Cade. You went to school with a Caitlin. You currently have a cat. 🐈 You live in an area with cacti. 🌵 You don’t think you’ve ever seen a real cactus (apart from mini one) in person. 🌵 You like the word catawampus. You’ve raised chickens. 🐓 You’ve been friends with a Chloe. You’ve owned the Bratz doll Cloe. 👱‍♀️ You’ve stood on the edge of a cliff. ⚠️ You’ve jumped off of a cliff. ⚠️ You like to climb on things. You liked to climb on things as a kid. 🐒 You’ve surrendered your life to Christ. ✝️ You went to school with a Conner. You’ve dated a Christopher. You have a grandma named Claudel. You’ve met a Claudia. You live cloves. You like chai tea. ☕️ You love Christmas. 🎄 You celebrate Christmas. 🎄 You’ve been camping in the woods. 🏕 You love camping. ⛺️ You’ve been to a summer camp. 🪵🔥 ….and you loved that, too. You own a lot of cookbooks. 🍜 You enjoy watching cooking shows. 🍲 You went to school with a Cheyanne. You’ve met a Crystal. You’ve painted a chair. 🪑 You have a walk-in closet. 👗 You like cheese. 🧀 You like cheesecake. You crave chocolate frequently. 🍫 You’ve eaten chocolate today. 🤎 You’ve owned a chocolate lab. You are very creative. 🦄 You enjoy working with children. You enjoy going to carnivals. 🎡 You’ve been to the circus. 🎪 You like clowns. 🤡 You can be kind of clueless sometimes. You don’t like to do chores. You often use chapstick. You’ve baked a cake. 🎂 You’re a Christian. ✝️ You’ve been to a church picnic. 🧺 You keep your room clean. You enjoy cleaning. 🧼 You’ve been on a cruise. 🚢 You’ve been to Canada. 🇨🇦 You’ve lived in Canada. 🇨🇦 You’ve had a pen pal from Canada. 🇨🇦 You’ve “come out of the closet.” You enjoy “confessions” surveys. You want to have children. 👧 👦 You’ve been to a nightclub. You’ve gambled at a casino. 🎰 You owned Clay Aiken’s first album. 💿 You’ve been friends with a Chelsea. You have a cousin named Cheri. You like the color cobalt blue. You like cheese fries. You’re Cuban. 🇨🇺 You’ve been to Chile. 🇨🇱 You like to eat chili. 🌶 You’ve been to the Czech Republic. 🇨🇿 Life to you has been very cruel. You’ve owned a chia pet. You’ve cut a cucumber. 🥒 You’ve made a phone call today. ☎️ You have a jar in which you keep your spare change. 🫙🪙 You like to eat corn on the cob. 🌽 You’ve worn a crown. 👑 You took Chemistry in high school. You’ve met someone named Cameo. You know a Cameron. You’ve cheated on a test. 📝 You room is clean right now. You like to eat crepes. You can be cocky sometimes. You woke up to an alarm clock this morning. ⏰ You hate cold weather. 🥶 The thing you hate the most about winter is how much people complain about it. You enjoy listening to Casting Crowns. 👑 You’ve lived in a home with a cobblestone walkway. You enjoyed this survey. I hope you have a chipper, creative, colorful day! 🌈

[lovemesomesurveys]

The Letter C (True or False) by joybucket 

You like to cook. 👩‍🍳 You've worked as a chef. 👩‍🍳 You've recently baked cookies. 🍪 You like chocolate chip cookies. 🍪 You've had a friend named Christine. You've lived in a house on a street corner. 🏡 You've made something out of clay. You've walked through a cemetery at night. 🪦 You like caramel. 🟤 You've been to Connecticut.

You've been friends with a Claire. You like coconut cream pie. You've never been to Cameroon. 🇨🇲 You don't like Coke. 🥤 You're currently sitting on a chair. 🪑 You've met someone named Cade. You went to school with a Caitlin. You currently have a cat. 🐈 You live in an area with cacti. 🌵 You don't think you've ever seen a real cactus (apart from mini one) in person. 🌵 You like the word catawampus. You've raised chickens. 🐓 You've been friends with a Chloe. You've owned the Bratz doll Cloe. 👱‍♀️ You've stood on the edge of a cliff. ⚠️ You've jumped off of a cliff. ⚠️ You like to climb on things. You liked to climb on things as a kid. 🐒 You've surrendered your life to Christ. ✝️ You went to school with a Conner. You've dated a Christopher. You have a grandma named Claudel. You've met a Claudia. You live cloves. You like chai tea. ☕️ You love Christmas. 🎄 You celebrate Christmas. 🎄 You've been camping in the woods. 🏕 You love camping. ⛺️ You've been to a summer camp. 🪵🔥 ....and you loved that, too. You own a lot of cookbooks. 🍜 You enjoy watching cooking shows. 🍲 You went to school with a Cheyanne. You've met a Crystal. You've painted a chair. 🪑 You have a walk-in closet. 👗 You like cheese. 🧀 You like cheesecake. You crave chocolate frequently. 🍫 You've eaten chocolate today. 🤎 You've owned a chocolate lab. You are very creative. 🦄 You enjoy working with children. You enjoy going to carnivals. 🎡 You've been to the circus. 🎪 You like clowns. 🤡 You can be kind of clueless sometimes. You don't like to do chores. You often use chapstick. You've baked a cake. 🎂 You're a Christian. ✝️ You've been to a church picnic. 🧺 You keep your room clean. You enjoy cleaning. 🧼 You've been on a cruise. 🚢 You've been to Canada. 🇨🇦 You've lived in Canada. 🇨🇦 You've had a pen pal from Canada. 🇨🇦 You've "come out of the closet." You enjoy "confessions" surveys. You want to have children. 👧 👦 You've been to a nightclub. You've gambled at a casino. 🎰 You owned Clay Aiken's first album. 💿 You've been friends with a Chelsea. You have a cousin named Cheri. You like the color cobalt blue. You like cheese fries. You're Cuban. 🇨🇺 You've been to Chile. 🇨🇱 You like to eat chili. 🌶 You've been to the Czech Republic. 🇨🇿 Life to you has been very cruel. You've owned a chia pet. You've cut a cucumber. 🥒 You've made a phone call today. ☎️ You have a jar in which you keep your spare change. 🫙🪙 You like to eat corn on the cob. 🌽 You've worn a crown. 👑 You took Chemistry in high school. You've met someone named Cameo. You know a Cameron. You've cheated on a test. 📝 You room is clean right now. You like to eat crepes. You can be cocky sometimes. You woke up to an alarm clock this morning. ⏰ You hate cold weather. 🥶 The thing you hate the most about winter is how much people complain about it. You enjoy listening to Casting Crowns. 👑 You've lived in a home with a cobblestone walkway. You enjoyed this survey. I hope you have a chipper, creative, colorful day! 🌈

[djesusgetnaked]

Star Fire (Chapter 1)

A/N: This is a soulmate AU and a multiple chapters fanfiction ! There are already 13 chapters planned. Why do I always want to write too much ? Though I really have fun writing this story. Hope you enjoy as much as I do.

moodboard // playlist (Because when I want to write but I feel lazy, those are always a good excuse.)

Thanks to my baby hedgekey for the wonderful aesthetic.

@locke-writes & @ghostofachancewithyou all my love, as always. And @judy-jetson-hookah ily too okay ??

Warnings: None, for now.

Here comes that electric spark in your eyes. Turning me into flames. All these explosions go off in the night. Don't let them fade away. I'm under attack. There's no turning back. Lighting me up you're the weapon of desire. Burn like a starfire. It had always troubled him.

It was common knowledge that people had either the first name of their soulmate somewhere on their body or a clock, which kept running down until they met their other half.

It shouldn’t have been different for Rafael, because he wasn’t different from any other person. Even if sometimes he felt bit out of place, like being a small, sickly and clever boy living in the Bronx. Or being a Cuban who lived in the Bronx and went to Harvard to become a great lawyer. But it was normal, right? Everyone in their life feels different from time to time. It was no big deal.

Or he thought so, trying desperately to persuade himself. Because of the fact that he was different, an exception from others.

Rafael Barba had a first name and a clock on his skin. It didn’t make any sense for him or for anyone. During over 35 years, he tried to find someone else who had both too, but it seemed that he was really the only one in this situation. And nobody could tell him why he was that way.

In the end it didn’t change anything. He assumed he would meet this “Lou” when his clock would mark a perfect zero. But he always had been a thinker and he just wanted to know why he was the only one of his kind.

With time he simply accepted to drop the subject because he wasn’t going anywhere with it. He hardly thought about it now, forced himself not to. But sometimes as he rolled up his sleeves, his attention was drawn to his marked wrist. He would tell himself he didn’t believe in this soulmate nonsense, his work life was more important to him. Even so the truth was that it was terribly curious.

A glass of scotch in front of him, he couldn’t help but smile while Liv was gabbling about this new agent in training that her squad would have to work with, for an entire year, beginning next Monday. She couldn’t decide her mind. In one hand she was satisfied to have one more police officer to work for her, because they had been short staffed for months. On the other hand she wanted an experienced detective, not someone they would have to explain all the complexities of the job.

“Oh come on. You’re overthinking this.”

She stared at him, which only made his smirk bigger. Both of them had the bad habit of overanalyzing everything. It was part of their jobs and unfortunately it had become an occupational hazard.

“Liv, the thing is you don’t really have a choice. You’ve been complaining for weeks because you don’t have enough staff. And NYPD wants to train future new detectives. It’s not a bad thing, actually. When they graduate, they’ll already have field experiences. You’ll just have to make the best out of it.”

It seemed that his words made her think for a few seconds before she sighed. She knew he was right. She finished her glass of wine and Rafael ordered another round with two fingers waving in the air. Seeing the usual gesture the bartender nodded knowingly.

“Beside it’s always a pleasure to meet a new recruit in your elite squad.”

The smirk on his face was anything but helpful. He was her friend but right now she wasn’t sure if she could trust him to be a real moral support. The ADA was known to be a smart ass and she had no doubt he wouldn’t hesitate to make sassy comments on her misfortune.

“Well, that’s not what you said about Carisi.”

Suddenly his arrogant smile disappeared. He couldn’t deny that Carisi was a brilliant detective. But his obsession to impress him with law observations tended to exhaust him. When she gauged his reaction she burst out laugh.

Obviously she was nervous. She wasn’t shy at all, on the contrary she was one that other people would naturally notice and remember. Some would say she was kind of charismatic, with her big smile and her spontaneous confidence. But as she was walking in the precinct, she felt very little and wanted to disappear somewhere else as much as she wanted to start ardently working with the SVU. She knew herself. She was clever and she totally could make the best first impression. But she was also very human and could become the most awkward person in the entire world when she was much too too self-conscious. The problem was that she never knew which one it was going to be. She took a deep breath and walked in, praying for her friendly personality to save her in tight situation one more time.

Fortunately for her, the entire squad seemed quite friendly. All of them had a strong bond, which was only understandable as they worked together every day and had a very emotional job. But they made an effort for her to feel comfortable around them quickly.

Only Olivia Benson seemed to be a bit more distant with her. She couldn’t blame the older woman. She knew she was undeniably younger than them. She had no doubt as she was still in training she had been imposed to the squad. And as a Lieutenant she only wanted what was best for her team. Besides she didn’t feel any bitterness from a new boss and was grateful for a healthy work atmosphere.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ve got your back.”

She frowned, mostly because she was startled and amused. Who still called people “doll” these days? She wasn’t sure if it was still a common thing, but she surprised herself to think that it suited him. Sonny was a radiant human being. He never stopped smiling at her since she introduced herself and tried hard to integrate her by making random and funny comments. Yes, his nickname was kind of perfect for who he was.

“Y’know, I was like you few years ago. I was the newbie among them and all.”

She quickly returned his smile, realizing she had been lost in thoughts for a few moments. He was really friendly and made her feel good about herself, about her choice to work with the SVU. She was so glad that Benson decided to put him as her partner.

“Well, it’s really reassuring to know I already have a knight in a shining armor to protect me.” she replied joyfully, playing his own sweet game very easily.

She swore she could see him lightly blush and she would have giggled about it if Benson hadn’t stormed out in the main room to tell them they had a new case.

If she had to be completely honest she was relieved that her first case wasn’t about child abuse. But fortunately she didn’t have to tell so out loud as she was still trying to make a good impression. She knew rapes weren’t less important, but there was something about broken kids that made her want to scream in deep anger. Life is hard enough and she really thought years of pure innocence were essentials.

Her attention snapped back to the board, where a picture of the victim was posted, as well as a bunch of pictures of potential suspects, all very rich and powerful.

Obviously, the case could have been easier. It dumbfounded her but didn’t shock her, that rape cases were so difficult to prove and to convince to a jury. What was wrong with the world? Everything. But the fact that the victim was a stripper and didn’t recall who raped her because she was probably drugged by one of her rich clients, didn’t help at all.

As Sonny was gesticulating in front of the board, while Lieutenant Benson was telling them what to do next for their investigation, Barba walked in the precinct with his usual confidence and determination.

“Hey counselor, your timing couldn’t get better.” Sonny greeted the man, and the new agent’s eyes turned to this man in a beautiful and elegant suit.

Benson didn’t wait for his friend to respond to the Italian detective. “Ah Barba, this is our agent in training.”

When she heard a boss was presenting herself to the new arriving, she immediately stood up, observing the man while he did the same thing, unashamed.

“You’re young.” She fought the urged to raise an eyebrow, as she usually did when her friends tried to give her shit and fight with her on smart-ass comments. She didn’t know him, but she guessed he always chose his words wisely. He was testing her.

“And you’re wearing suspenders. I guess it creates a concrete gap between my baby age and the fact you were born in the 19th century.” She didn’t hesitate one second before snapping at him the same way he did, though there wasn’t any animosity in her voice.

There was a silence for a few seconds, people startled by her reaction and waiting to see what Barba was going to do. Eventually he smiled, maybe a bit impressed by her comment and her “I don’t take shit” attitude.

“You’re sassy, I like that. I’m ADA Rafael Barba.”

He stretched out his hand towards her, and she seemed to freeze for whatever reason, before she shook his hand. But it was so quick that he wasn’t sure.

“I’m Lou.”

He didn’t know if it was due to her name, or the feel of her hand in his, but he felt suddenly really dizzy. His vision began to blur, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and he had trouble breathing.

He withdrew his hand, and opened his mouth to say something. But as he thought the feeling would disappear, it just got stronger until the world was spinning all around him.

And everything went dark.

[blackdenimjeans3]

Damn I just watched the video abt Cuban saying she black and white...1. I take the L for jumping in too fast to vouch for her fake Afro-Latina-ness 😂 and 2. She gave a weak ass explanation behind why she chose Cuban Doll lmao she could just use her real name...Aaliyah Keef is cute to me!! Unless that’s not even her real name aifisoskak

lmao i forgot what she said but i know she said sometimes she just lie and say yes when ppl ask if shes cuban LOL but shes white and black and her real name is taylor aalliyah keef is bc of the singer aaliyah and cheif keef being inspirations i do think thats a more interesting stage name though 

[wftc141]

Voltron: Global Military Intelligence and Counter-Terrorism Unit-Chapter 1: Voltron

01/23/2018

1139 Hours

Karachi, Pakistan

In the city of Karachi while on a beautiful morning, there is a Pakistani man with a shaggy beard wearing a Khyber Pakhtunkhwa with a pakol on his head walking through the crowded streets. He nervously looked around to make sure that he's not being followed. He then came up to a green car and gets into the passenger seat where there is a woman is sitting in the driver seat. She is wearing a Shalwar Kameez with hijab only revealing her face showing she has brown skin and green eyes. When the man entered the car, he was feeling afraid of the woman.

"ٹھیک ہے (Well?)" The woman asked in Urdu.

The man didn't answered as he was still feeling nervous with concerns of the woman.

"خالد؟ (Khalid?)" The woman called out the man to get him to talk.

"دیکھو ... مجھے اپنے خاندان کو دور کرنا پڑا. (Look...I had to move my family away.)" Said the man named Khalid. "چونکہ میں آپ کے بارے میں معلومات جمع کر رہا تھا، بہت سے لوگ میرے بارے میں بہت شبہ گزار رہے تھے. (A lot of people were getting very suspicious about me since I was gathering information for you.)"

"آپ اس کے بارے میں فکر کرنے کی ضرورت نہیں ہے. (You don't need to worry about that right now.)" Said the woman. "آپ سب کو یہ کرنے کی ضرورت ہے کہ مجھے بتاؤ جو لوگ اغوا کرتے ہیں اور ان لوگوں کو عمل کرتے ہیں جو میں جانتا ہوں. (All you need to do is tell me who are the ones kidnapping and executing people that I know.)"

"وہ مجھے مار ڈالیں گے اور میرے خاندان کے بعد جائیں گے. (They will kill me and will go after my family.)"

"اگر آپ جو کچھ کرتے ہیں، اور ہم آپ اور آپ کے خاندان کی حفاظت کر سکتے ہیں. (And we can protect you and your family if you do what I say.)"

There was then a moment of silence as Khalid started to think about his current predicament. After a minute of conversation, Khalid gets out of the car and walks off. The woman then pulls out a phone and starts to text someone. Suddenly a middle eastern man, who is in his thirties, wearing also in an Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, has short hair, green eyes and a scruffy beard witnessed khalid walking off. He then received a text from his phone and starts to walk to the car where the woman is. Suddenly a van speeds out from nowhere on to the sidewalk where the man was and four men rush out of the van carrying AK rifles and wearing chest rigs and ski mask to hide their faces and started chasing the man. The man was too slow to react as he was shot in the back of his leg falling like a limp rag doll. The shot echoed around the city's buildings and the onlookers stopped to look at the scene unfolding. The woman in the car was shocked that the man that she knows was shot. The armed men grabbed a hold of the man and started dragging him into the van. He tried to fight back but couldn't and the armed men manage to get him in the van and drove off with him. The woman just couldn't believe that this happened to the man and there was nothing that she couldn't do. Nothing but look at the man's blood left on the dirty city streets from his leg.

"Shit." The woman swore in english and even hit the wheel with her hand.

The woman hit the gas pedal and peeled out of the aria off before more masked men could come after her as well. A few moments passed and the bystanders went back to the daily activities as quickly it all happened as if nothing important happened.

01/24/2018

1400 Hours

London, England

Classified Military Intelligence Headquarters

In a control room of the headquarters building, military intelligence operatives watch the horrific footage on a big screen T.V. monitor in real time. In the footage of armed Middle Eastern men held another middle eastern man who is all bloody and bruised up. The armed me are wearing ski masks to hide their face and are carrying AK rifles. One of the armed men pulls out a pistol and aims it at the hostage and says:

"الله سب سے بڑا ہے. (Allah is the greatest.)"

The man then executed the hostage with a bullet to the head splattering blood everywhere and the hostage dies instantly. The footage then ended but the operatives in the control room couldn't believe that this happened and disgusted.

"Savages" One of the support staff operatives blurted out.

In the room is Commanding Officer Major Allura Brooks, a thirty year old African British woman with dark green eyes, brown skin and long, curly black hair which is tucked into a neat bun and is wearing a military multicam uniform along with the rest of the operatives in the Military Intelligence Headquarters. Next to her is Lieutenant Coran Smythe, a Caucasian British half irish man with black eyes, short orange hair, and a bushy orange mustache and wearing a multicam uniform.

"This is the fifth MI6 operative killed in Pakistan and this time it's our contact." Said Allura. "Amir Tabbal was operating in Pakistan for two years and was even ex-special forces of the British SBS."

"This has to be ISI doing." Said Coran. "There's no bloody way in hell that they managed to find out who those operatives are...they even killed one of my friends' operatives from MI6. His operative was very deep inside Pakistan giving information about ISI and a few terrorist cells operating there."

"Possibly but-"

Suddenly the tv screen change and shows images information of a middle eastern woman with long black hair, green eyes and have brown skin and wearing a suit

"Sergeant Trigel Khan." Allura explained. "One of ours. Ex-Royal Marine Commando and has valuable information about who's really responsible for this and needs to be extracted out of the country before these hostiles get to her."

"We're going to need a covert extraction team to get her out...a team who can get in and get out without drawing attention to the Pakistani government and even ISI."

"I've recruited new lions who can do the job and I'll be leading them."

Coran then turns to Allura with a questionable look on his face curious about her decision.

"You sure about these Yanks?" Coran asked.

"I'm positive." Said Allura. "I'll be joining them at the airfield and brief them on the Hercules. They should already be there."

1630 Hours

Suffolk, England

Royal Air Force Mildenhall

In the airfield next to a C130 is a team in civilian attire checking their gear and waiting for someone to meet with them. They are most likely the new recruits for Allura's Military Intelligence Unit. All of them seem like their still in their twenties. One is Hunk Momoa, a young Samoan American man who is taller than the rest of the recruits and muscular, has medium brown skin, black medium haircut rather short, his bangs reaching just under his eyes, while the rest of his hair barely reaches his neck and has a beard and brown eyes and is wearing a orange long sleeve shirt with a green sleeveless jacket over it, green pants and sneakers. The other is Lance Santo, a young Cuban American man who is built as a athlete, has with light brown skin, short brown hair which has two strands of hair that sprout from the top of his head, thin eyebrows, and blue eyes and even has a scar on his right eyebrow and is wearing a blue button down shirt, white cargo pants and tactical shoes, next is Katie Holt, a young Italian American woman who is a moderate height in her twenties, slightly muscular build, has short light brown hair with two strands of hair that sprout from the top of her head, one slightly longer than the other, brown eyes but also wears glasses, and fair skin and is wearing a blue jean jacket over her green shirt and blue jeans pants and sneakers. The last recruit is Keith Yeun, a young Korean American man who is built as a martial artist athlete, with pale skin, black hair with uneven-cut bangs that tend to sweep to the left of his face, length averaging just under his eyes, but framing his face slightly longer and curled at his cheekbones and the rest of his hair reaches the base of his neck, fairly thick eyebrows, and blue-gray eyes and is wearing a red long sleeve shirt, blue jeans and sneakers.

"So...how is it that four Americans like us are working for the Brits?" Questioned Lance.

"It's a Global unit." Pidge replied. "Meaning it's not just British or Americans but everybody in the task force."

"Still feel strange about it."

"You'll get used to it."

"Well...can we introduce ourselves or are we going to be quiet all the time. I'll start first. I'm Lance Santos, former Marine Sniper."

Keith gives out a defeated sigh as he decided to go first.

"Keith Yeun...from the 75th Rangers."

"I'm Hunk Momoa...Rangers and EOD." Hunk introduced himself.

"Momoa? What kind of name is that?" Lance asked.

"It's Hawaiian. I'm half Samoan."

"What about you cutie? I'm guessing Air Force?" Lance asked Pidge who is busy checking her gear.

"Just call me Pidge and I'm Army...CST." Pidge answered.

"What that?"

"Cultural Support Team." Keith answered. "Most likely Rangers for women. Her job is to work with the female locals and children. Me and her served together since three years back."

"Huh...that's cool."

"Yeah but most of the women I was helping tried to kill me and my guys since they were working for Al-qaeda or Taliban." Said Pidge

"Yep woman strap explosives to their children, send then in to the crowded streets and press the detonator killing their children and everyone else."

"How can you reason with someone like that?" Hunk Momoa asked.

"With a 5.56 round to the head." Pidge answered.

Lance was then impressed of what military job that Pidge had and how she can take care of herself. Later a HMMWV drives up to the team and coming out from it is Allura where Keith, Pidge, Hunk and Lance give their full attention to her.

"Good...all of you here and most likely introduced yourselves. My name is Major Allura Brooks and I'm you're commanding officer of Voltron. Our mission today is to retrieve our own operative from Pakistan before she'll get killed by whoever hunting her and other undercover operatives stationed there. Five MI6 operatives were murdered in Pakistan and our operative have information who are responsible for these horrific attacks and we need to extract her."

"And we have to get out quickly before Pakistan government knows we're there." Keith guessed.

"Correct...even from ISI who might be behind these attacks. We get in, get Sergeant Khan and get out. This is a deniable op. Meaning no backup as no one will know that we're there rescuing our own. If the OP goes sideways, we will regroup at the United States Embassy and contact headquarters to figure out what to do."

Allura turns to the C-130 and walks into the plane with her gear.

"Welcome to Voltron, lions."

2258 hours

Karachi, Pakistan

It is now nightfall in the city in Pakistan and about to be midnight. In a apartment building, there is Sergeant Trigel Khan who is gathering her things. She even place some files into her suitcase. She then hears a knock on the which made her pull out her Glock and aims it at the door. Khan may think that it's the same people who kidnapped and executed the MI6 agent from the other day after she met her contact.

"أزرق. أزرق. (Blue. Blue)" Said a female voice on the other side of the door in arabic.

When Khan heard the codewords that's in Arabic, she holstered her pistol and opens the door. On the other side are Major Brooks and her team except for Hunk who is waiting in a car. Allura and her team are wearing robes with hoodies over their heads except for Allura and Pidge who are wearing hijabs over their heads and under their robes they're wearing casual civilian clothing but wearing tactical belts with pouches that holds ammo for their weapons and holsters for their pistols. Also underneath their shirts are their plate carriers. They are with modified AKMs fitted with eotech sights and suppressors and their sidearms are Glock pistols. Khan invited the team in. Allura removed her hijab as she wants to face Khan who was glad to see her.

"Glad to see you here, ma'am." Said Sergeant Khan.

"Glad to see that you're alive, Sergeant." Allura replied. "What can you tell us?"

"Ma'am...my contact told me that ISI are getting "

"Are these guys that good?" Keith asked.

"Yes but...someone has been giving information to ISI for them to snatch the agents and giving them to the people they hired them to kidnap."

Soon the sound of cars pulling up outside drew the attention of the Operators in the building. Even Hunk knew the the cars pulling up and had to ready his rifle.

"Is that more of you guys?" Khan asked as Keith went to the window quickly, looking outside to see who had pulled up outside.

"Shit… we're made we have to go now!" Keith said as he went to the door.

Opening the door, Keith saw two men running up the stairs with black shemagh over their heads and carrying AK rifles. Curse he raised up hid AK and open fired on the two men and killed them as a few bullets pierced into their bodies. After seeing two of their comrades dead, the rest of the attackers sprinted to the building. Keith, Lance and Pidge takes position as they were about to get into a gunfight.

"Time to go now!" Keith yelled to which Trigel nodded as she grabbed her gear.

"Alright. Let's get the fuck out of here." Trigel said drawing Keith's attention after grabbing her things.

As Keith turned his head to look at Trigel, an attacker threw a grenade up to their floor. As the grenade landed and rolled across the floor, the operators watched before some started rushing back into the room. Allura grabbed Khan and dragged her to the ground and into the wall, protecting her with her body, hoping her plate carrier would catch most of the fragmentation.

Outside, Hunk was taking fire as he was getting out from his SUV and had his head down to avoid the bullets flying above him. Coming outside are Lance and Pidge comes out of the building and helps Hunk get into the building providing covering fire.

"MOMOA MOVE!" Yelled Pidge.

"MOVING!" Yelled Hunk.

Hunk gets up and starts climbing up the stairs to get inside the room. Next was Pidge after pat Lance on the should and then rushes back to the apartment building while Lance provides covering fire. Lance was the last person outside taking on the armed men. Keith was next to the door and was providing covering fire to get his comrade in the building.

"SANTOS MOVE!" Yelled Keith.

"MOVING!" Lance yelled back.

Lance rushes back into the apartment building while Keith provides covering fire for him. Lance finally made it back into the building as he joins his teammates to hold off the armed men outside using his impressive marksmanship as he shot down and killed any combatant that is in his sights. More armed attackers keeps coming and soon the team are going to be surrounded and outnumbered.

"We need a way out of here!" Yelled Lance.

"No shit!" Pigde tells back as she ducks down and inserts a fresh magazine into her AK.

Hunk quickly thought of an idea as he quickly starts to dig into his backpack that he was able to pull out from his car and pulled out two Claymores and place them on the wall from the back of the room.

"Yo Hunk whatcha doing?!" Lance asked as he reloads his AK.

"Making an exit!" Hunk answered as he sets the explosives.

After arming the two claymores, Hunk stood back and pulled out a the two triggers that detonates the two explosives. When the team sees what Hunk about to do they starts to make room and cover their head so that they won't get caught in the blast as did the same to Major Brooks and Sergeant Khan.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Hunk yelled.

Hunk triggered the charge and it exploded. After it explode, it created a giant hole in the wall which leads outside of the back of the apartment.

"That'll work!" Said Pidge.

"I got point!" Said Hunk.

Hunk got up and walks into the hole and the rest of the team follows.

"Lets go now!" Allura yelled to Trigel.

Allura helped Khan to their feet while the rest of the operators came out from the room through the hole in the wall, letting Allura and Trigel to trail behind a bit as Keith, Lance, Pidge and Hunk take point.

"Ma'am I can fight." Said Sergeant Khan.

"I know but we can't risk having you shot or killed." Said Major Brooks.

"Who the hell were those guys?" Lance asked.

"Possibility ISI." Keith answered. "Those guys can fight."

"Doesn't matter who these bastards are just fucking shoot them!" Hunk said as he checked the mag of his AK.

The team are now in the streets which people in the city starts to run for their lives when they saw the operators carrying their rifles. The team then knew that they have to get out of the city immediately before Pakistani police or military arrives.

"Hunk, Pidge." Allura said looking at the two. "Can you split off and find us a car and meet us here?"

"Will do, Major." Pidge excepted with a nod.

Pidge and Hunk starts to break off from the team as they look for a vehicle for the team to evac. As the rest of the team tries to hold off the ensuing onslaught of attackers.

"I swear there's more guys coming at us than the Chinese could throw at us." Said Lance.

"Are you seriously jinxing us right now?!" Keith questioned.

"Dude just shoot the bad guys and have some fun."

Suddenly more fighters who came round a corner and starts shooting at the operators and had to take cover as the four enters a market building. Keith and Lance returns fire on the attackers as they stand their ground until Pidge and Hunk arrives with cars.

"Hey Keith!" Lance called.

"What?!" Keith questioned while focusing on shooting at the attackers.

"Bet $50 I'll get more kills than you!"

"Seriously?!" Keith questioned and giving Lance a confused look on his face as he takes cover as he was getting shot at.

"Yeah seriously!"

"We're already in combat and you're fucking doing this now?! "Yeah starting now! You in?!"

Keith was completely confused that Lance wants to play bets with him while they're in a middle of a gunfight against unknown shooters. He thinks that there is something wrong with him. Before Keith could answered, Keith and Lance sees the attackers shooting at something else that's making their way to the market. It was Hunk and Pidge "commandeered" two cars and drove up to pick up the rest of the operators.

"LET'S GO!" Hunk yelled as he pulled up to the group.

The operators started piling into the cars as rounds flew all around them tearing up the surrounding walls. As the Operators got in Allura and Kahn had gotten separated from the group getting into Hunk's car. Cursing under their breath from the incoming fire the two got into Pidge's car and peeled out behind Hunk. As the two drove off from the area and watched as the attackers disappeared as they turned a corner. In the car the operators let out a small chuckle as they followed Hunk through the eerily quiet streets. Allura looked up to the rooftops of the passing buildings.

"RPG! Rooftop!" Allura yelled as the fighter with the RPG fired.

Pidge swerved off the main road and into an alley to escape the certain death if they continued following Hunk.

"Damn, we have to link up with everyone else." Sergeant Khan said looking out the rear window as the fireball from the RPG died down behind them.

"I'm working on it." Pidge said as she turned onto a street from the alley and started following it. "We'll follow this road and we should…"

As Pidge was explaining her plan to Allura and Khan a car rammed into their side as they drove through the intersection, sending them into the wall. Allura and Trigel slammed into each other in the back seat of the car, Allura laying on the floor groaning in pain, while Khan laid on the seat. Pidge however was slumped over the steering wheel unresponsive. Soon several more cars pulled up and several men with AKs got out, walking over to the car. As they were prying open the door Trigel looked up at them and her heart dropped as the door opened. As she went to grab her pistol, she was grabbed and yanked out of the car, landing on the hard pavement with a thud before one of the men gave her a swift kick to her head. As her vision blurred she watched as Allura was pulled from the car and the two were bound and her vision went dark as a black bag was put over her head. Listening to what was happening she could only assume that the group was put into a car and then drove off from the site of the crash.

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A King on a Leash ch8

Marvel | Starker

Tony Stark is a powerful man with a beautiful husband and a loyal crime family, but it looks like he didn’t keep his husband on a short enough leash. After turning Peter lose on a Cuban gang leader, Peter’s life is  in danger. The real trouble is that Tony now realizes that Peter is the  only thing in this world that he cares about and he never meant for that  to happen.

Sequel to A Doll on a String

Rating: Explicit

Full Fic

A Doll on a String

Warnings under the cut*

Warnings: torture, murder, mafia au, graphic description of a panic attack, orgasm denial, possessive behavior, jealousy

Fists, a knife, a flambe torch, and two hours later and Tony had everything he needed. He sent Natasha off to find Bucky. Together they would gather up their teams and corner this cousin of Suarez's. Ricardo, but everyone calls him 'Chili'. How intimidating. They dumped the body off a pier, then Tony noticed the time. Shit. He was going to be late to pick up Peter.

"Hap," he said through the phone. "You available to pick Peter up today?"

"Sorry, Boss, I'm across town. You can't make it?"

"Fuck. I'll have his guards drive him home."

"Sorry, Tony. Wish I could make it. Want me to call and make some threats before they pick him up?"

"No," he sighed. "I'm sure I can manage. Thanks anyway, Hap."

"No problem, Boss."

Tony ended the call and dialed Kevin, the head of Peter's guards when Happy wasn’t around. He would already be parked in front of the building to make sure it was safe.

"You're bringing Peter home, today. Make sure he comes straight home and don't you-"

"Boss?"

Tony clenched his jaw at being interrupted. Better be fucking important. "What is it?"

"You telling me this ain't your car the other Mr. Stark just got into?" the fear in his voice was icy.

His own heart was shot through with the same icy fear. "Tail them. Wherever they go. Call me when they stop."

He hung up and called Peter, hands clammy. Could Ricardo have gotten to him this fast? His man said he was in Jersey today, but he could have made the drive in the time it took to get it out of him. It could have been a distraction. Could have been a trap. Peter could be dead already.

"Tony?" Peter answered. Tony sighed, instantly soothed. He didn't sound scared or stressed or otherwise in trouble. He was okay.

"Baby where are you?"

"You didn't get my texts?"

Tony checked his phone. As he looked, four messages arrived in series. He sighed. Stupid warehouse reception. Sometimes it knocked out his signal.

"Sorry, baby. Tell me where you are."

"I'm just going to dinner with some friends. Sorry if I scared you."

Tony relaxed into his seat. He's okay. He's alive. His own heart still raced. "It's okay, sweetheart, I'm not mad."

"That's an awful lot of pet names for not being mad."

Tony took a deep breath. "Next time, make sure I got your message before you leave. Please?"

"Of course. I love you, Tony. Go enjoy an evening to yourself, okay? I'll be home late."

"Sure, angel. Have fun. Tell your friends I said 'hi'."

"Will do." Peter kissed him through the phone. "See you at home."

"Love you, Peter."

"Love you, Tony."

The call ended. Tony sighed and stared out the window. He didn't like the cold, anxious, feeling of being without Peter. 'Enjoy an evening to yourself', yeah right. He sat and fiddled with the ring on his finger. Then ice shot through his heart.

Friends?

Friends. Plural. Peter has two best friends: Gwen and MJ. They hate each other. Sure, he goes out with the girls he dances with every now and then, but he doesn't call them friends. He calls them 'the girls'. MJ has a girlfriend. He could be going out with them together, but MJ wouldn't have met him at the performance hall because she hates Gwen. Even if she had she couldn't afford a car that would be confused with one of Tony's. What friends?

His first instinct was to call him back and ask, but no. He didn't want Peter to think he was being overbearing. He deserves his own space. Fuck, it was killing him, though. Like a blessing from God, Kevin called.

"Boss?"

"Where is he, Kev?"

Poor Kevin sounded like he might throw up. "He's at that Italian place you guys like and he's with friends."

"Which friends?"

"Uh," he paused. "The blonde girl and a guy. I've never seen him before."

There was a guy that he danced with, but he and Peter never got along so they don't hang out. He would have remembered if Peter had made amends with him. "Describe him."

"Expensive looking suit, short brown hair, maybe an inch or two taller than Mr. Stark. Looked around the same age. Couldn't see much of his face from here, but he was clean-shaven."

Harry Osborn.

"Call in the second car. I want men inside. I'll call Leonardo and let him know you're with me."

"Yes, sir."

It hurt. It genuinely fucking hurt. And it was stupid. Why did he feel like Peter was cheating on him? Of course he would want to see an old friend. Harry had been gone for years, they would want to catch up. At least Gwen was with them. She was very straight laced, she wouldn't let Peter run off with him- What the fuck was he even thinking? Of course Peter wouldn't. He took a deep breath but it didn't stop the panic. He couldn't breathe. The car was suffocating him. He climbed out and nearly fell onto the sidewalk.

His driver got out and came around the side.

"You alright, Boss?"

"Fine-" he choked. "Just need a minute. Wait in the car."

He looked unsure, but he did what he was told.

Tony's mind spun with thoughts that didn't quite connect and weren't entirely coherent.

Should start going to his practices with him... Should tell him he's not allowed to dance anymore. What if he leaves? What if he doesn't come home? I should kill Harry Osborn. What if I caught them together? What if Peter wants him? What if he's better than me? What if he's better for Peter than me? I should go to the restaurant. I should call Peter. I should go home. Why can't I breathe?

Tony sat down on the curb and put his head between his knees. He didn't want to imagine what he looked like, a Mafia Boss, a capital 'B' Boss, sitting on the ground like a kid at a Macy's parade. Cue the fucking confetti and tootsie rolls.

His phone rang. It was Peter. He answered without thinking, then realized his throat was thick and he probably sounded like he was crying. Was he crying?

"What the fuck, Tony? I can't go to dinner without a babysitter?"

Tony gulped down air. The sound of his voice, even venomous and angry, helped to soothe him. "No, baby, you can't." His voice came out thick and gravelly and probably sounded more angry than upset.

"And why not?" He could just see him, hiding in the bathroom so no one would here them argue. A hand on his hip and the other clutched around his phone. Teeth clenched and hair disheveled where he ran a frustrated hand through it.

"Because you're mine," Tony said, a little smile on his lips.

He heard Peter sigh. "I know I'm in trouble and all, but can't your men wait outside?"

"You need all the protection you can get, angel. I won't let anything happen to you." Or anyone, he thought.

A pause, then another sigh. "Fine. You're right. Sorry, I overreacted."

"It's okay. I'm glad you called."

"Are you okay?"

Tony stood up and brushed himself off. He looked at the people passing him by as if they were the ones who were strange. "I will be when this is over."

There was a pause. "Should I cancel dinner?" He sounded so upset. Tony couldn't take something from him if it really meant that much. Though, he couldn't say that it didn't feel good to be reminded that he could. If he walked into that restaurant and dragged Peter out no one would stop him. Hell, Peter would blush and make excuses but he wouldn't argue. Not in public. Not when it could tarnish Tony's image.

"No, angel. Enjoy your dinner." And think of me, he thought. Remember the guards I sent to protect you. Remember that I'm always just a call away.

"You sure?"

"Of course. Be safe. Don't go anywhere alone." Just come home. Just ditch him and come home.

"I'll be careful. You be careful, too."

"I love you, Peter." More than anything. Anything at all.

"Love you, Tony." Why? What's worth loving when I'm weak like this?

On shaking legs, Tony got back in the car. Cold and pale, he cleared his throat. Then he barked at the driver to take him home.

Peter wasn’t late, but it felt like it. Especially since Tony had spent a good while on the bathroom floor throwing up into the toilet. He had showered and brushed his teeth and he prayed Peter didn't smell the vomit on him. He was relaxing by an artificial fire, forcing himself to read a book, when Peter came in. He was all smiles, walking on air. He floated across the room to give Tony a kiss.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Nothing." He let Peter take the book from his hands and set it aside. Then he sat straddling his lap. "There's my angel." He brushed Peter's hair from his forehead. He had to get himself under control. He'd been completely sick until Peter got home. He felt like he'd been holding his breath up until the moment Peter's weight settled in his lap. He closed his eyes and breathed him.

"Did you miss me?" Peter cooed, angel sweet. He smelled like fresh Italian herbs and restaurant hand soap.

Tony shrugged. "Should I?"

Peter gave him a coy smile. "I know what missed me." He slipped down to the floor and pushed apart Tony's legs. His skinny fingers trailed over his crotch. A slave to his husband, the man that was supposed to be his plaything and not the other way around, Tony's cock started to thicken at the touch. He let his legs spread wider, let his head fall back as Peter's hot little mouth made a wet spot on the front of his pants. He could feel the heat, the tease of suction through too many layers. After suffering so many bad feelings throughout the day, the promise of pleasure made him hungry.

"Don't tease, sweetheart."

Peter looked up at him with a mischievous smile on his face. He continued to suck on the fabric, moaning like it was his cock, like he could taste it through the material. Tony stared, his expression dark. He reached slowly down to unbuckle his belt and pulled it off. Peter sat still and waited watching as he took out his cock.

Tony admired the way he licked his bottom lip as be eyed the belt in his hands before he eyed Tony's cock. He looked up, asking for permission.

"Get your mouth on it. No hands."

Without a question, Peter bent and took his cock into his mouth. Tony finally felt some of the days tension leave him. He let Peter get him hard and wet, then he used the belt to pulled Peter in, letting it curve against the back of his head, and pulled him down until his tongue reached his balls. He pulled down with the belt and thrust his hips forward, burying as deeply as he could in his throat. His head fell back against the chair. Peter wretched, body trembling between his legs. Tony let him up before he could puke up his dinner. He looked down at Peter to see his eyes glassy and his mouth open and dripping with spit.

"What a good little toy you are. Gonna be my fleshlight, baby?"

Peter moaned. "Yes, daddy." Fuck, that look on his face, cock stupid and perfect. Ready to do anything he asked.

"That's a good boy."

He got his mouth back on Tony's cock and Tony used the belt to guide him. He kept his mouth open wide and let Tony have what he wanted, appearing more fuck hole than man.

"You're daddy's perfect little slut aren't you?"

Peter gurgled on his cock, unable to answer.

"Should keep you tied to the bed. Use you whenever I want." Never let you leave. He liked the sound of that.

Peter was so good, so patient, and obedient. Tony's treatment of his throat was brutal, tortuous, yet he sat with his hands in lap. Tears ran down his cheeks and spit down his chin. Daddy's good obedient pet. Perfect and beautiful and all his. All his.

He let Peter go and sat stroking himself, watching him gasp. Once he recovered enough, he sat up, mouth open waiting for his cum. Tony painted him with it, coating his face in sticky white, hardly any ended up in his waiting mouth. And Peter sat, still and patient until Tony wiped the cum from his eyes. Then he blinked up at him, licking his lips.

"Can I cum, daddy?"

Tony thought a moment. "No," he decided. He could spend tomorrow hard and thinking about Tony and not thinking about Osborn and Tony would feel a little better about his dinner outing.

"Clean your face and strip for me."

"Yes, sir." Peter wiped cum from his cheeks and licked his fingers clean. Tony scooped some off his forehead when he missed it. Peter happily suckled his fingers, humming and closing his eyes. Like having any part of Tony inside him was bliss. Then he stood and stripped out of his clothes. Tony looked at his cock, fully hard and needy.

"Come sit with me, angel."

Peter sat down on his lap, happy when Tony gave him a deep kiss. Then slowly started to kiss down his neck. His fingers teased his bare thigh. He brushed them over his hard cock, adoring the way his cock jumped under his touch. "Tell me about your dinner. Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah," he began, notably breathless. "Harry was back in town so- so Gwen and I took him out." He stuttered as Tony sucked on his neck. He grinned against the fresh bruises he made.

"That sounds nice," he said.

He wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly stroked him. Peter licked his swollen lips.

"It was fun. I missed Harry. I missed you, too, of course. I'm not used to having dinner without you."

Tony sucked another mark into his skin, increasing the pressure until Peter whined and his hands touched his chest. Then he thought, just one more, and sucked another mark just above his Adam's apple.

"What's gotten into you?" Peter asked, breathless and clinging to his chest.

"Nothing." Tony threaded his fingers through his hair and kissed him again. He licked away the taste of cum from his mouth until he could taste Peter underneath. His Peter.

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LUCY: 40 YEARS OF TELEVISION

1955 Part Two - JULY to DECEMBER

“I Love Lucy” enters its fifth season - in Hollywood!  Classic episodes with memorable guest stars. 

“What’s My Line?” (S7;E5) ~ October 2, 1955

Lucy and Desi are the mystery guests. The panel has trouble identifying that it is a couple, not just one guest. Arlene Francis guesses correctly. Broadcast from New York City.  The couple promote the next night’s fifth season premiere of “I Love Lucy.” 

"Lucy Visits Grauman's" (ILL S5;E1) ~ October 3, 1955

Hollywood’s iconic cinema was recreated on a Desilu soundstage, complete with the footprints in the forecourt.  A stand-alone episode that is also linked to the following one starring John Wayne. James V. Kern takes over as director.  Filmed September 9, 1955.  Colorized for broadcast on May 20, 2016. 

"Lucy and John Wayne" (ILL S5;E2) ~ October 10, 1955

John Wayne agreed to co-star in return for on-screen promotion of his new film Blood Alley. He also played himself on “The Lucy Show.” Director Kern has trouble coaxing Little Ricky (Michael Mayer) to play in the wet cement. Filmed September 15, 1955.  Colorized for broadcast on May 20, 2016.  

"Lucy and the Dummy" (ILL S5;E3) ~ October 17, 1955

This episode was running short, so a sneak preview of MGM’s new musical film Guys and Dolls was inserted, although it was only seen once, in its initial airing.  Lucy sings “I Get Ideas,” dancing with ‘Raggedy Ricky.’  Filmed September 22, 1955. 

"Ricky Sells the Car" (ILL S5;E4) ~ October 24, 1955

When Desi Arnaz first read the script, he didn’t like it. He thought the two new writers, Bob Schiller and Bob Weiskopf, had written it. But he changed his opinion when he learned that the old writers, Madelyn Pugh and Bob Carroll, Jr., were responsible for the episode. Filmed September 29, 1955. 

"The Great Train Robbery" (ILL S5;E5) ~ October 31, 1955

Actual footage of the Union Pacific Domeliner was inserted into the studio shots. Bill Frawley and Vivian Vance actually went on location on the train, but their footage was cut. First time a black actor (Hattie McDaneil’s brother Sam) is featured on the show.  Best remembered for the return of Frank Nelson as the train conductor.  Filmed October 6, 1955.  

"The Homecoming" (ILL S5;E6) ~ November 7, 1955

Sanka coffee is a new sponsor, given title placement. Elvia Allman returns as gossip columnist Nancy Graham, a character loosely modeled on Sheilah Graham, an English-born Hollywood journalist.  In the crowd is Little Ricky’s (the Mayer Twins) real mother, Eva Jean Mayer.  Filmed October 20, 1955.  

"Face to Face" aka “The Ricardos Are Interviewed” (ILL S5;E7) ~ November 14, 1955

“Face to Face” starring Ed Warren (Elliott Reid) is a parody of “Person to Person” with Edward R. Murrow. The episode also features the rousing song “Rancho Grande.”  Filmed October 20, 1955. 

"Lucy Goes to a Rodeo" (ILL S5;E8) ~ November 28, 1955

This is a very musical show, with Fred and Ethel singing “Birmingham Jail,”  Doye O'Dell singing “The Old Chisholm Trail,” Ricky singings “Texas Pete” (a variation on “Cuban Pete”), and the gang doing a western bell-ringer’s interpretation of “Down By the Old Mill Stream.”  Filmed October 27, 1955. 

"Nursery School" (ILL S5;E9) ~ December 5, 1955

The teddy bear Lucy smuggles into the hospital for her son was later manufactured for retail sale. Filmed November 3, 1955. 

"Ricky's European Booking" (ILL S5;E10) ~ December 12, 1955

Desi and The Pied Pipers take sing "Forever, Darling," the theme song of the upcoming Ball-Arnaz picture of the same name, released three months after this episode.  This episode kicks off the Europe Trip episodes.  November 10, 1955. 

"The Passports" (ILL S5;E11) ~ December 19, 1955

Although she had claustrophobia, Lucille Ball actually was inside the closed trunk.  This episode is full of references to Ball’s real-life upbringing in Jamestown, New York.  Filmed November 17, 1955.  

ALSO IN 1955...

“The King and Brooks” (”Our Miss Brooks” S4;E8) ~ November 25, 1955

Desi Arnaz plays himself in Miss Brooks (Eve Arden) dream. The episode also features Gale Gordon and Hy Averback. Lucille Ball does not appear. 

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