#and can drive an ice cream truck and a jet

[rainbowsunshinegeesus]

carl is actually really overpowered if you think about it

[nayaesworld]

Rugged Whiskey

Warnings: Alcohol use, Smut, Toxic behavior and situations

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Terry Richmond X OC!Khia

A/N: Chile Terry is on thee worst demon time in here…

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Friday couldn’t come fast enough for Terry. The work week was hard and he was at his wits end with an attitude to show for it. His dark brows scrunched in annoyance and a slight mug on his face as he raced home to wash away the impurities of his workplace. What he needed was a release, and a happy welcome into the weekend. He had settled on checking out a new bar about 15 minutes from his apartment, the reviews were great and the food and drinks looked yummy. Why not check it out?

Fresh out of the shower with a large towel wrapped around his waist he applied a light leave in cream to his short waves and brushed it throughout his head. Outfit laid out like his first day of school uniform, he began getting dressed. A silver wristwatch accentuating his bulky arm, he misted himself down with his Jo Malone cologne,snatched up his truck keys, and headed down to his truck.

He ate the 15 minute drive up…mostly because he drove awfully fast most days, and he spent another few minutes finding a decent parking spot. The bar was jumping and he watched as hotties of all shades of brown sashayed into Sapphire, some accompanied by a man. He read from the digital sign on the front doors that tonight was R&B night and hurriedly paid his fee at the door thanking god he had arrived on time and didn’t have to stand in line.

Terry liked the atmosphere so far. The loud music thumped through the walls and bodies gyrated to the beat of the good music. The music was good and all, but Terry needed hot liquor running through his veins. He found the bar quickly and that’s when he laid eyes on an angel. Had the heavens opened up above and dropped one…just for him?

Low rise jeans with a tight black baby tee with the establishment name on the front and low rise jeans that showed off the arch in her back right above that fat ass. As he got closer to the elegant looking bar with plentiful seating her deep mahogany skin glowed under the warm lighting and her perfect plump lips were lined a dark brown and covered in a shimmery clear gloss.

He subconsciously checked his fit and ran a hand over his smooth waves before walking up yet he was smacked in the face by her beauty and a cute little country accent. He was never prepared for her to fuck his head up like she would.

“Hi, welcome to Sapphire. I’m Khia and I’ll be your bartender. What can I getcha’ to sip on tonight?” With a warm smile and high cheekbones she welcomed him to the bar and Terry’s skin felt feverish when she laid eyes on him.

“Hello pretty… I’ll take any of your top shelf whiskey on the rocks…I’m not picky.” Except Terry was picky, yet he was gobsmacked and grinning like the Cheshire Cat in front of this brown beauty.

He watched her Eeny Meeny, Miny Moe his whiskey before grabbing him a glass to fill with ice and her whiskey of choosing. She topped it with a small black straw and placed a napkin underneath before gracefully strutting back and placing it in front of him.

Terry thanked her and complimented the gold crescent moon necklace that hung from her neck, and next he was complimenting her short square French tip nails and watched as she cracked a cute smile at him. The two fell into a comfortable conversation about a basketball game that played on one of the large TVs and Terry sucked down his whiskey becoming more entranced by little miss Khia.

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The layered jet black buss down framed the angel's face, seemingly flowing as they conversed.Her upbeat and cheerful attitude had earned her a five star rating and review on the small tablet in front of him as well as a $80 tip. He didn’t care if she was like this with all her customers and just played her part for a tip. Terry wasn’t opposed to spending money on women, and he didn’t care if the tip was more than gratuity, because he’d already planned on tipping her yet again in cash before the night ended.

She was a sight for sore eyes, her slanted eyes the color of the top shelf whiskey he’d just ordered with a view of top shelf ass to go right along with it. His eyes never left her, and when the bar got busy he moved away to let her do her job.

Women eyed him on the dance floor like hawks. Watching and waiting to snatch him up before the next one did. But Terry knew better, and he was laser focused on the bartender across the room from him. He watched her dismiss the drunk men at the bar with the blow of a kiss, a wave of her hand, and a smirk on her face,simultaneously cutting off their liquor when they got a little too rowdy with her. Flirty and mouthy with cocoa skin, just how he liked em’.

He was on his second glass of whiskey and wasn’t done with the amber colored alcohol. Terry was a dog off that whiskey; it went down hot and rugged and coaxed forward his nastiest thoughts yet it was his favorite drink to consume.

And Khia was a bad bitch, what he wouldn’t give to see her oiled up in his bedroom pop-Terry hurried to turn his head with his glass to his lips when she’d caught him staring again from across the dance floor. He acted busy and stared at the time on his phone screen…12:30 am. Not noticing the bartender baddie sliding from around the bartop to head his way.

A small warm hand pressed onto his lower arm causing him to whip around quickly. “Oh..I’m sorry for scaring you. Do you mind if I join you.. I’m off the clock?” She giggled softly at his startled expression.

“Nah sweetheart not at all…I was actually gonna ask you eventually but you had your hands full back there.” His thumb pointed back at the bar and he led her to a corner table secluded from all the nosey eyes. Up close she smelled of warm peaches and vanilla, a mouth watering sweet scent that filled his nostrils.

She had walked over with her own drink in hand; a lemon drop. When they had talked earlier she’d told him they were her favorite, sweet and easy to make but packed a punch. The two sat at the table rather close to each other and conversation flowed.

“So you don’t like large groups of people or clubs for that matter, yet you work in one?” Terrys raised glass to his lips as he chuckled at her.

“Heyy it pays the bills…and it’s really good money if you know what you’re doing and how to act with different people and personalities.”

“Hmm I hear you…so what kind of personality am I?” Curious and tipsy Terry rubbed and pulled at his goatee, he was eager to hear what she thought.

He watched her ponder over her words for a bit, her pretty face all scrunched up in thought. “Well at first you looked out of place and you kinda had this brooding expression, but then when you spoke it was different. You’re very nice and handsome and you hold a conversation very well…the last two hours of my shift literally flew by.”

“You think I'm handsome?….well I think you sexy asf. Best looking woman in this whole state if you ask me…. pretty girl.” He turned his head toward her, eating up the blush that flashed against her skin.

She nibbled on her plump lined lips and for a few seconds they locked eyes with each other before she scooted closer in her chair. “Are you flirting with me Mr.Terry?…because I assure you I’ll knock your socks off first.”

“And fuck handsome I think you’re fine asf.” She continued. “One of the finest I’ve seen in here.”

Terrys lower lip was tickled by his tongue. It lapped at the whiskey around his mouth and slithered back into his mouth; though he’d rather it be exploring Khia’s body and willing mouth.

“Mmm is that right Miss Khia…you got something you wanna do about that though?” He leaned back into his chair and let his long legs spread open, if it was something she wanted from him he was gonna make her come out and say it and stand on it.

She stood from her seat and offered her hand to him. “Dance with me….this is one of my faves.” Grabbing her hand he let her pull him to the dance floor and he heard the intro to Drunk In Love pour into his ears from the loud speakers.

I’ve been drinkin’, I’ve been drinkin’…I get filthy when that liquor get into me…

She turned to him and sang word for word, because in this moment the lyrics were reality for both of them, tipsy and filled to the brim with attraction and need for each. She turned her back to him and whined her waist against him, tossing her sleek hair from her neck and letting the bass of the song control her hips.

Why can’t I keep my fingers off it? Baby I want you, na-na…

He’d pay her bills and put a house in her name for her if it meant he got to feel her like this whenever he wanted to. His hands slid across her exposed stomach and down to her hips positioning her dead on his crotch. She could let Beyoncé get her in trouble if she wanted to, he would eat her alive.

….You got me faded-faded-faded Baby I want you na-na…can’t keep your eyes off my fatty Daddy I want you na-na..

Under the pulsing strobe lights Terry and Khia grinded against one another. Turning to face Terry Khia let her body drop into a slow squat, using his thick toned thighs for support as she held one hand over her head to pop her ass.

Last thing I remember is our Beautiful bodies grindin’ up in that club… Drunk in love..

And when she slowly rose back up she let her hand graze the bulge that had formed from her little performance. “How’s that for doing something about it?” She giggled into his ear at his dazed expression.

“You know you fine ass fuck don’t you?… I like a confident bad bitch.” Terry pulled a crisp hundred dollar bill from his wallet and slid it into the back pocket of her jeans, palming her thick ass.

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One hand pressed against the brick wall and the other on her chin Terry and Khia were lip locked outside the bar. The loud smacking noises were fueled by a deep hunger and lust. Khia’s fingers slid up under Terry’s shirt from the front and she sighed into his mouth at the hard ridges of his abs. She loved a built man and Terry had her damn near melting.

“You coming home with me lil mama?….hmm you want some dick?” Terry pressed his plump lips into her neck and sucked roughly, he was so horny he was sure his erection could break through bricks right now.

“Mm yess I want this dick…I’m so wet Terry, can we go?” Her eagerness to let him slut her out had his pants feeling two sizes too small.

“Where’s your car, I’ll walk you to it…then I want you to follow me to my apartment. Imma give you what you want.”

He watched her dainty finger point toward the sleek aegean blue metallic Honda Civic and they began walking to her car. His hand sliding into the back pocket of her jeans pulling a laugh out of her.

“You just can’t keep your hands off of me…let me find out.”

Head cocked to the side he raised his bushy brows “Find out what?”

“That you feigning for this good punani…don’t be shame now Terry I’d be feigning too.”

“Oh so you doubling down…that pussy must be good good then?.., that’s cool because I got good thick dick to go right along with it…that good enough for you Miss goodpuss?”

“Show it to me…I wanna see that dick before I take it from you.” Terry smacked her ass after that. She had a nasty mouth, he had to make her eat her words before the night was over.

They finally made it to her car and she popped the locks and opened her driver side door and sat down facing Terry, watching and waiting. Making sure they didn’t have any prying eyes, Terry loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. The gray boxer briefs were moist in the front where the head of his dick sat and it strained to get loose.

He slid them down just enough for his heavy length to slip out and leaned against the roof of her car. Khia’s warm hand sliding up and down and lightly squeezing had him throwing his head back and cursing.

“What the fuck…it’s so big and heavy. You just walk around all day with this big dick?…I’ve never seen one so big, I wanna kiss it. Can I ?” All her nasty talking had his heart rate picking up and his knuckles rapping against the hood of her car impatiently.

“You kiss this dick and imma make you suck it too…don’t play with me.” She ignored him and bent down to press her lips onto the leaking tip, juicy lips pecking over the length of his dick in a sick pattern.

“I do what I want Terry, this is my dick for the night.” Terry reached down and pulled her into a kiss. Their heads swiveled left and right as they took turns sucking each other's tongue. Khia’s hand between their heated bodies slowly gripping and pulling at his shaft.

“Fuck we gotta go…imma pull my truck up next to you and you can follow me.” He stuffed himself back into his boxers and made sure she was situated before closing her door.

He wasn’t scared to admit that he damn near ran to get in his truck, he was beyond horny and his skin felt electric. Pulling up on the side of Khia he rolled down his passenger side window and her pretty eyes looked up at him.

“Big man with a big truck…hmm not surprised that everything is big.” She bit at her lip and Terry directed her to follow him.

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They made short time of their trip, and the highway was clear of traffic as they pushed their vehicles to get to Terry's apartment. Hands on each other immediately as they stepped onto the elevator leading to his apartment. Terry's hand underneath Khia’s shirt maneuvering around her bra to grab at a titty and pluck her hardened nipples.

The ding of the elevator caused them to jump and they quickly fixed themselves before strolling out towards Terrys front door. He pushed his key in and unlocked the door pushing it open. He showed her where to take her shoes off and walked towards his kitchen to grab a bottle of liquor. His finger motioned for her to come to him.

“Open your mouth…mhm put your head back.” He poured the liquor into her mouth with a hand at the back of her head. Once she swallowed he took a swig and put the cap back on.

“Take off this shirt…let me see these big titties ... .mm so big.” Terry grunted and Khia quickly removed her shirt and went to unfasten the clasp on her bra but Terry moved her hands and stepped behind her to do it himself.

His hands gripped and groped the hot flesh that sat in her cherry red bra. He unfastened the bra and sat it on his kitchen island juggling the soft globes of flesh in his large rough hands. Khia craned her neck backwards pulling him into a needy kiss while he rolled her nipples between his pointer and middle finger.

It was pure erotica. All the shit talking had to be backed up. The floor to ceiling windows in Terrys apartment had been his favorite thing about it when he toured it and now nasty thoughts filled his mind involving them. His hot mouth pressed onto her neck and sucked, he wanted her marked from head to toe.

Reaching his hands around to undo the button in her jeans, he let his hands reach down into her soaked panties. Letting his fingers play around in her drenched pussy, middle finger and ring finger sliding slowly in and out of her. Sliding his wet hand from her pants he lifted the dripping fingers to his nose. Pure euphoria. The pheromones wafted into his nose and he was ready to kick this shit up a notch.

“Undress yourself, then I want you to undress me.” He watched her closely as she shimmied out of her jeans, but made a show of pulling off her panties and that earned her a hard snack to the ass.

“Don’t tempt me right now Khia…all that shit you talked imma need you to back it up mama.” With a cute little smirk to her face she slid the panties off and tossed them into the pile with her jeans.

“Oh I can do that and more, now your turn big daddy.” Terry removed his wristwatch and placed it on the island.

Khia grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started lifting it up from his body allowing him to finish the rest of the way. She let her hands roam over the defined planes of his abdomen and sighed at the small trail of hair that started at his lower stomach and disappeared into his pants. Her hands rushed to undo the buckle of his belt and yank the pants down his long legs. When she finally got to his briefs she giggled in excitement, she had real plans for that dick tonight.

“Don't stop, pull 'em’ down and get your dick…that’s what you called it right?” And she didn’t have to be told twice. When his dick touched her tongue she got greedy, her hands hungrily twisting up and down his hot shaft before feeding it into her mouth. She sucked on his leaking tip further amping him up and feeding her ego.

“You like how I suck this dick?” Her tongue slid further down to his balls slurping and sucking away as his hands began to tangle into her hair. He let her suck him off a few more minutes before he pulled his dick from her mouth and tapped it against her lips.

“Mhm you suck a mean dick I’ll give you that..get up and go stand by the windows I’m just getting started with you.” He pointed her to the large windows.

“I wanna give them a show…let the whole city know I’m fucking on the baddest tonight.”

Terry took his place behind Khia in front the large grand windows, groping and kneading the plentiful flesh of her ass. Pussy hot and ready for the taking he let his fingers slither between her thick thighs again, strumming his thick fingers against her clit. His bold green eyes locked onto her amber colored ones through the reflection in the glass, hands moving a mile a minute inside her and Khia knew she wouldn’t last long.

The clenching and unclenching of her abdominal muscles told her so as she leaned her head back and let him take her away, hands and breast pressed against the window for the whole world to see she felt herself cumming and her body instinctively began to curl away from the pleasure.

Pulling at her hair he forced her upright “Don’t fucking play with me right now…stand up now!” He growled into her ear and popped her ass hard, making her straighten her posture before continuing the assault on her sensitive pussy.

“Ohhh Terry wait wai-“ she began to squirt and it splashed onto the window soaking it right along with the both of them.

Terry removed his hand from between her plush thighs and licked his fingers one by one like they had been dipped in the sweetest icing. Khia turned on her feet and pressed her lips to his, hurrying to suck his tongue and taste herself.

Terry lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom. Mouth full of coochie juice and a handful of fat ass.

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She was fucking HIM… it was supposed to be the other way around and yet here she was squatted over him dropping all that weight on his dick head thrown back and titties jumping in his face, she was slowly creeping her hand up to his neck squeezing lightly and sending pulses from his head to his toes. She was backing up all that talk and then some.

“Fuck fuck fuck…Terry this dick..oh I can’t.” She let her bounces slow down and that was her first mistake. He had been waiting for a sign of weakness.

Terry had them flipped over in the blink of an eye, pressing her face into the cool charcoal sheets of his bed. He lined his dick up and slid it in hell bent on fucking her silly and to the brink of exhaustion.He didn’t get tired and had the stamina of a damn thoroughbred. He had her on her stomach flat against the bed, one hand securing her neck and the other on her hip. Khias slippery skin was misty with a sheen of sweat and her wig was hanging on for dear life.

“Didn’t I tell you daddy was gonna fuck you up?…hmm. But no you kept throwing that ass on me, now I gotta knock this good pussy out the frame.”

His thrust were deep and rough, and she was barely hanging on to reality at that point. Each time she’d suck in a breath to soothe herself it would get knocked right back out of her lungs on an endless cycle.

An endless cycle of cumming and squirting had drenched the bed sheets below them and the handsome man with the extra large dick that was tapping at her cervix had her with a stuck look on her face;drool slowly leaving her mouth. But she was going out like a sucker…Mr.Big Dick was winning and mama didn’t raise no quitter.

“That’s all you got?…I know a nigga right now that fucks better than this. Your strokes are weak babe.” His grip on her wig tightened and his strokes sped up, his hips connecting with her ass and a loud smacking noise. Changing positions on her ass, he pulled and positioned her body into an arch placing a bulky bicep around her neck anchoring her underneath his large form. He grunted loudly into her ear hand curling underneath her to flick her slippery clit between his fingers.

“Say that shit again I dare you…I’m fucking this pussy up and you lying about it, I feel that squeezing let it out!” Khia realized quickly this was a losing battle, and holding off her nut in hopes he’d cave first was a failure because he hadn’t cum yet and it looked like he wouldn’t for some time.

“Ahh wait…Terry uhn..daddy please!” Khia was throwing in the invisible towel, he did indeed fuck better than them niggas but she loved to talk shit.

“Now I’m daddy…mm mm stand on that shit mama…throw this ass back!”

With the last bit of strength in her system she began to rock back on him slowly. Her pussy was beyond sensitive and she was extremely dehydrated and overstimulated, all the liquids she’d consumed that day drained from her body like she’d been dealing with a vampire.

“Mhmh and when you want some dick who you gonna call?… say daddy TJ..say it or I’ll stop!”

Terry slowed his stroking to an almost complete stop waiting and listening for her to say what he wanted to hear. “Okay okay…fuck. I’ll call daddy TJ when I want dick shi-shit, now fuck me please.”

Terry sped back up face in her neck sucking and nipping at the sweaty flesh. He was close and was prepared to empty his nut right into her, she deserved it for taking his slaying. The wet queefs from her pussy were music to his ears and he found it hard to hold on as it got louder, resolve slipping and balls tightening.

“Fuckkk I’m about to nut in you… good pussy shit…GODDAMN!” Terry was being drained and he wasn't ashamed of whimpering and moaning in this woman’s ear… this woman with the vice grip for a pussy.

They laid out on the bed, muscles sore and bodies spent. Moving eventually to shower off the nights events and crashed into his bed tangled together not shortly after.

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Terry awoke that Saturday to an empty bed and no text on his phone from Khia. His face scrunched up with a mug as he got up to relieve himself and start his morning routine. He explicitly remembered telling her to text him when she left his apartment and yet no damn text.

Taking it upon himself to contact her he shot her a text making sure she had made it home safe and was shocked when his message didn’t go through, and neither did the one he’d sent after that one. Was he fucking blocked? This was not a game Khia wanted to play with him, you give him pussy that good there was no ignoring or blocking him. Did she think all that shit he said last night was a joke…shit she had to and for that Terry had to be on some shit about it.

Khia had just made it in from the Walgreens up the road from her apartment, and was eager to rush and take the Plan B pill she’d just purchased. She chugged down a glass of water and popped the pill into her mouth. She was sloppy last night and though she was grown and only had herself to blame she partly blamed that extra fine 6 '3 demon with green eyes for not using a condom .No man that fine would be denied pussy when he called for it, so to even the playing fields she had blocked him.

The dick was good, hell even spectacular but it also held just a little too much power for her, she didn’t trust herself around that man or his monster penis. She didn’t make good decisions while it was inside her.

The weekend came and went and by that Wednesday Terry was an afterthought. She had even expected him to pop back up at the bar like her other past suitors, but she hadn’t seen or heard from him since last weekend. Maybe he had gotten the memo after being blocked.

But it was always something so funny about speaking too soon… it always came back to bite.

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Thursday was one of Khia’s off days, she used it to stock her house with groceries, workout, and tidy around her apartment. Today was no different as she placed her produce and frozen items into their respectable compartments in her refrigerator.

She was due for a run and couldn’t wait to stretch her legs and hit the ground running. Her violet two piece workout set on, tennis shoes tied, and her black beats around her neck she headed to the nearby park she liked to run at, it was less than a block away from her complex so she’d always opted for walking there to get in the extra steps on her Apple Watch.

Eyebrows scrunched with determination she could see the park right up ahead and picked up her pace and finally stepped onto the running trail. Music blaring loud and a steady jog to keep her heart pumping she was proud of her endurance. She was in her zone and utterly and completely locked in, oblivious to the watchful eyes across the street from her.

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Was she fucking serious? Terry had been losing his mind with a hot case of being pussy whipped and here she was just..jogging? He realized what he was doing days ago when he had initially followed her home to her apartment after her shift at the bar.Some called it stalking. He called it keeping tabs, how else was he supposed to find out what she was up to?

He watched her go lap after lap and snapped a few pictures for his own needs. She wanted to ignore him cool, he’d make her speak to him one way or another. His truck sat just out of her view across the street from the park, a Birds Eye view on the beauty that was insistent on staying out of his hair.

But something caught her eye and she slowed to a stop and slid her headphones from around her neck, she was looking dead at him.

Like a deer in headlights she stood frozen in his direction seemingly trying to confirm his identity. And it seemed she had confirmed correctly as she moved quickly to put space between the two of them. Fuck.

Though this did little to deter him from her he felt he’d made his presence well known, and that’s all he wanted, for her to know that getting rid of him was not some small feat. She had to know how enticing she was, and Terry would lose sleep letting her know just how she had racked his brain.

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The coming days for Khia had left her in a weird headspace. Was Terry stalking her? She’d known for sure that it was his truck she had seen that day at the park and she had made out his bulky figure from the distance. How long though? Had this been going on since the morning she slipped from his bed, was she actually this unaware of her surroundings?

She stared down at her phone annoyed as another unknown number called her. Terry had resorted to text now numbers and this would be the tenth one she’d had to block this week. She would get a text from a new number each time she blocked the last one. Each number sending a picture of her out and about in public completely oblivious to being watched and followed.

There were pictures of her loading her groceries into the trunk of her car and leaving work late at night, the newest one containing her smiling down at the new set of nails that adorned her hands as she left her nail techs suite.

|Unknown: You always fuck men that good and leave?

|Unknown: I love this smile on your face after you left your nail appointment, I’ll pay for the next set Khia.

|Unknown: When can I nut in that good pussy again? Terrence junior sound good to you?

The texts were constant and nonstop,and Khia was realizing a harsh reality about herself. She hated to admit it but she liked it. The cat and mouse game was turning her on and his constant begging for her pussy made her wet at night. She was sick of the games and wanting to be slutted out again, after all she knew the real power was between her legs. One wrong doing and he would be weaned off her cooch again.

|Khia: If you can find out where I’m at in the next hour this pussy is yours again daddy 😉

|Unknown:BET😈

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A/N: 🫣All in favor of crazy Terry say aye…anywho I hope y'all enjoy this bc he only get worse after this!! And I’m obsessed with these two so there will be another part, love ya bye 🫶🏾

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[kinkykinard]

i know ur a lil anxious so i’m here are some questions i want to know ur answers to

favorite fidget toy? favorite scent? favorite color? favorite flower? favorite outfit? how do you take your coffee/tea (tell me allllllll the different ways)? best job you’ve ever had? what was your best birthday and why? favorite animal? earbuds or headphones? i’m having major deja vu as i type this. what does your favorite water bottle look like? what’s your idea of a perfect day? favorite 911 rescue? favorite season of 911? favorite buck hair?

:)

Thank you for the ask, lovely! 😊

Okay idk if it counts or not because it's not technically a fidget toy, per se, but paper clips. I love unfolding them, bending them, twisting them into all kinds of shapes. I keep a box of them close at hand at work all the time so I can fidget while I'm on calls and in between patients to help me focus.

My favorite scent is anything rose. I adore rose-scented products but Dani hates the scent, so around the house I typically default to my second favorite which is lavender.

Favorite color is pink! Although any jewel-tone or a lavender/pastel purple is alway great, too.

Favorite flower is a rose! Followed closely by lily of the valley.

Ugh I'm so boring but I'm a leggings and t-shirt kind of girl. If I could live in leggings, I would. I have this favorite pair of black athletic leggings that has POCKETS!!!!!!! and my favorite t-shirt is a gray heather v-neck t-shirt with a picture of a monitor lizard wearing a witch hat and holding a cup of tea on it.

If I'm making coffee at home or just drinking drip while I'm out, I take milk and splenda. If it's Starbucks, it's a flat white or one of their seasonal cold brews (the chocolate cream is my favorite). As for tea, I usually take it unsweetened if it's something fruity, sweetened with splenda if it needs a little sweetness, or with honey if I'm sick or my blood sugar is low and I need a boost.

Best job I've ever had was probably my first job. I was a youth group coordinator for a major non-profit organization over the summer when I was 16 and I LOVED it. We got to organize and execute fundraisers, awareness events, blood drives, and all sorts of other events. We did lots of teambuilding events and got to dabble in all sorts of cool things in different sectors within the organization and it was just fantastic.

My best birthday was probably my 13th birthday. I spent most of it on a plane on a trip to visit family in Poland, but the day after (after a LONG night's sleep to beat the jet lag) I spent the day running around my grandparents' orchard, picking fresh cherries from right up in the trees and having a great time. We had a barbecue with all the family and we had an AMAZING chocolate cake my auntie baked for me. It felt like a BIG deal because it was so different than most birthdays at home and I still remember it super clearly.

My favorite animal is the octopus! They're SO smart and just so cool.

Earbuds, for sure. Headphones tend to hurt unless they're sized exactly right because I have my helix pierced and I just don't like them very much.

My favorite water vessel right now is actually a tumbler. It's a dark green color and has pink leaves and apples etched into it. It's a hot and cold tumbler so I can put whatever I want in it, but it's usually ice water lol.

My idea of a perfect day changes by the day, honestly. Right now, I'm dreaming of a cool, rainy day to clear the smoke out of the air and freshen everything up. Cool enough that I could sit outside under an awning and drink tea while reading a book. I wouldn't say no to a little bit of distant thunder, too, just for ambience.

Oh man, how do I pick my favorite rescue? I think I'm going to have to go with the 118 rescuing one of their own - when Buck was stuck under the ladder truck. The civilians rushing forward to help always makes me sob in the ugliest way and just makes my heart hurt in the BEST way.

My favorite season is probably season 6, honestly. SO many great episodes. Closely followed by season 3.

My favorite Buck hair is any time it's longer and slightly curly. I just want to run my fingers through it so bad.

[reneehearts]

1: Top 3 ice cream flavors - mocha, cookie dough, s’mores

2: Top 3 Disney Movies - the lion king, frozen, 101 Dalmatians

3: Top 3 vacation destinations - key west, San Antonio, Germany

4: Top 3 places to shop - target, Victoria’s Secret, Etsy

5: Top 3 subjects of study/classes to take - English lit, memoirs, child development/social work

6: Top 3 make up products - glitter eye shadow, brown eye liner, mascara

7: Top 3 music artists - pierce the veil, jonas brothers, Taylor swift

8: Top 3 spices/herbs - cinnamon, garlic, salt

9: Top 3 drinks - coffee, iced tea, water

10: Top 3 apps to use - tumblr, Instagram, Snapchat

11: Top 3 months of the year - December, august, November

12: Top 3 clothing items - leggings, sweatshirts, bralette

13: Top 3 binge perfect tv shows - new girl, himym, friends

14: Top 3 romantic dates - intimate dinner/drinks, beach at night, hot tub

15: Top 3 kinds of flower - lilac, sunflower, tulip

16: Top 3 christmas movies - the Santa clause, the grinch, Christmas with the kranks

17: Top 3 OTPs - nick and Jess, Winston and ally, Ted and Tracey

18: Top 3 quotes to describe your life - spread kindness like confetti, and idk

19: Top 3 characteristics you love about yourself - friendly, kind, caring

20: Top 3 kinds of candy - dark chocolate nonpareils, Milky Way, maple cream

21: Top 3 ways to exercise/ be active - abs, dance, walking my dog

22: Top 3 spirit animals - monkeys, bailey, lion

23: Top 3 petnames - babe, boo, my love

24: Top 3 books read outside of school - water for elephants, the likeness, gone girl

25: Top 3 most used websites - gmail, google, target

26: Top 3 people you last texted - Jamal, Christian, chris

27: Top 3 hashtags you use - I really don’t

28: Top 3 instagram accounts you follow - Aussiesdoingthings, xomissdanielle, sophieturner

29: Top 3 guilty pleasures - old school Selena Gomez music, beets, asparagus

30: Top 3 summer activities - walking bailey, driving with the windows down, beach

31: Top 3 things to draw/doodle - hearts, flowers, stars

32: Top 3 aesthetics - pastel, rainbow/bright, princess

33: Top 3 things you'd buy if you gained three million dollars - house, private jet, pay off student debt

34: Top 3 ways to treat yourself - shopping at target, new underwear, Starbucks

35: Top 3 celebrity crushes - chris evans, ryan gosling, Aaron judge

36: Top 3 books from your childhood babysitters club, baby sitters little sister, Disney girls

37: Top 3 accents to hear - British, Australian, italian

38: Top 3 scents - pine trees/Christmas trees, lilacs, apple candle

39: Top 3 "Friends" quotes - PIVOT, they don’t know that we know that they know, soup I mean noodle soup, I mean soup!!!!

40: Top 3 cupcake flavors - yellow, chocolate, funfetti

41: Top 3 fruits - banana, strawberry, raspberry

42: Top 3 places you've had amazing pizza from - little Vincent’s, rosa’s in penn, Timothy’s

43: Top 3 sports teams to watch - Yankees, Yankees, Yankees

44: Top 3 crayola colors - I only really remember one specifically, razzledazzle, the pink one!

45: Top 3 things you hope to accomplish in college

46: Top 3 fanfictions you've read

47: Top 3 people you miss right now - Nick, Tony, Emily

48: Top 3 fears - burning alive, house fire, heights

49: Top 3 favorite literary devices - foreshadowing, symbolism, irony

50: Top 3 pet peeves - ppl who don’t use their blinkers, bad grammar/spelling (two, too, to etc.) ppl being late

51: Top 3 physical things you find attractive - abs, calves, smile

52: Top 3 bad habits - ED behaviors, over drinking when out, getting too attached

53: Top 3 pets you've had/wish to have - more Aussies, a monkey, lion

54: Top 3 types of foreign food - Italian, German, French

55: Top 3 things you want to say to someone in your lifetime - I just want to be able to talk to NG again 😔

56: Top 3 dog breeds - Australian shepherd, yorkie, German shepherd

57: Top 3 cheesy romance movies - pretty woman, the notebook, the last song

58: Top 3 languages you speak/wish to speak - Italian, French, Spanish

59: Top 3 series (book, movie, television) - friends, new girl, svu

60: Top 3 pizza toppings - just cheese please

61: Top 3 youtubers you're subscribed to

62: Top 3 tattoo / piercing ideas - astrology/Leo tattoo, finger tattoo, peacock feather

63: Top 3 awards you want to win - I don’t really need an award lol

64: Top 3 emojis - 😂🙈😍

65: Top 3 cars you dream of owning - pickup truck, Dodge Charger and 🤷🏼‍♀️

66: Top 3 authors - Tana French, Gillian Flynn, Sara gruen

67: Top 3 historical figures - MLK JR., Abraham Lincoln, Rosa parks

68: Top 3 baby names - hazel, violet, Ella

69: Top 3 DIYs - 🤷🏼‍♀️

70: Top 3 smoothie combos/flavors - peach, pineapple, strawberry banana

71: Top 3 songs of this month - mr. Perfectly fine, shake it out, dark horse

72: Top 3 questions of this post you want to be asked

73: Top 3 villains - scar, hades and 🤷🏼‍♀️

74: Top 3 Cities you want to see - Berlin/Munich, Sydney, Montreal

75: Top 3 recipes you want to try

76: Top 3 dream jobs - ice cream/candy store owner, school social worker, stay at home dog mom

77: Top 3 lucky items - my dog, my rings, my pop pop’s pocket watch

78: Top 3 traditions you have - Christmas Eve matching pjs with sister, reindeer food, and gingerbread cookies

79: Top 3 things you miss about being a kid - carefree, no bills, no responsibility

80: Top 3 harry potter characters

81: Top 3 lies you were told - only teenagers have acne, adults know what they’re doing/have it figured out, you can achieve anything you want with hard work

82: Top 3 pictures in your camera roll right now

83: Top 3 turn ons - hot body, nice smile, good sense of humor

84: Top 3 turn offs - disrespectful, rude, inconsistency

85: Top 3 magazines/news papers/ journals to read

86: Top 3 things you wish you had known earlier - what I wanted to study in undergrad, how bad heartbreak hurts, how complicated life/relationships can be

87: Top 3 spongebob episodes

88: Top 3 places to be in the world - northport, key west, Bahamas

89: Top 3 things you'd do differently - look more into options besides college, go to grad school right after AmeriCorps, have “the talk” with Nick

90: Top 3 TV shows from your childhood - Lizzie McGuire, Hannah Montana, Gullah Gullah island

91: Top 3 meals you love - ice cream, acai bowl, fries

92: Top 3 kinds of tea - just black please

93: Top 3 embarrassing moments - putting my foot in the muddy tree, getting sick from drinking while out, car accident

94: Top 3 holidays to celebrate - Christmas, New Year’s Eve, thanksgiving

95: Top 3 things to do in the rain - read, watch tv, snuggle with my dog

96: Top 3 things to do in the snow - stay inside and read, have hot chocolate, watch tv

97: Top 3 items you can't leave the house w/o - phone, ID, keys

98: Top 3 movies you'd like to see - last Christmas, hot tub time machine, zoolander

99: Top 3 art mediums - dance, watercolor, singing

100: Top 3 museums you've been to - museum of natural history DC, MOMA, Alamo

101: Top 3 school memories - leaving lmao

102: Top 3 things you don't/Won't miss - I’m not really sure

103: Top 3 pick up lines

104: Top 3 sports to watch - baseball, basketball, hockey

105: Top 3 taylor swift songs - mr. Perfectly fine, happiness, august

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How It’s Made Index（S21~S30）

How It’s Made是由 Discovery Channel 制作一款王牌节目，又被翻译为制造的原理或造物小百科， 本片从2001年推出至今，涵盖了几乎所有的制造技术 ，非常适合机械专业和对此感兴趣的同学。希望大家享受这趟制造的艺术之旅！

第二十一季推出时间为2013-04-04至2013-08-01

S21E01 Rubber Gloves; Soap Carvings; Aircraft Cabinets; Motorcycle Brake Locks 橡胶手套，肥皂雕刻，飞机木柜，摩托车制动锁

本集看点：极其舒适的橡胶手套制作过程；

S21E02 Powder Horns; Handcrafted Molds; Perogies; Inner Tubes 粉角，手工模具，饺子，内胎

S21E03 Lace; Antique Frame Replicas; Orchids; Unicycle Wheel Hubs 蕾丝，古董架复制品，兰花，独轮车轮毂

S21E04 External Hard Drives; Frozen Shrimp; Thai Rice Boxes; Paper Towel 外置硬盘，冷冻虾，泰国米箱，纸巾

本集看点：硬核的西部数据移动硬盘组装制程；

S21E05 Tea; Roof Finials; Artificial Flowers; Alloy Wheels 茶，屋顶饰物，人造花，合金轮毂

S21E06 Gel Caps; Playground Spring Riders; Frozen Pancakes; Natural Rubber 胶囊，摇摇玩具，冷冻煎饼，天然橡胶

S21E07 Paper Umbrellas; Coal; Aircraft Seats; Urns 纸伞，煤，飞机座椅，瓮

S21E08 Aluminum Canoes;Wood Bowls;Wheelchair Accessible Vans;Marimbas 铝独木舟，木碗，残疾人改装车，木琴

S21E09 Indy Car Seats; Paper Flowers; Stand-by Generators; 赛车座椅，纸花，备用发电机

S21E10 Knee Replacements; Leaf Springs; Lavender; Rivets and Rivet Tools 膝关节置换，钢板弹簧，薰衣草，铆钉和铆钉的工具

本集看点：另外一种大型弹簧结构；铆钉的工作原理；

S21E11 Cast Iron Stoves; Ultralight Aircraft; Snow Groomers; Rubber Bands 铸铁炉具，超轻型飞机，推雪车，橡皮筋

S21E12 Barber Chairs; Sewage Pumps; Bimini Boat Tops; Diesel Filters 理发椅，污水泵，比米尼游乐船，柴油过滤器

S21E13 Car Tires; Silk; Art Conservation; Scuba Tanks 汽车轮胎，丝绸，艺术保护，潜水氧气瓶

本集看点：铝合金终极冲压教程；

本季资源链接：

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第二十二季推出时间为2013-10-10至2014-01-16

S22E01 Electric Stand-Up Vehicles; Frozen Fruit; Beer Coasters; Forged Door Handles 电动站立车，冰冻水果，啤酒杯垫，锻造门把手

本集看点：专业铁匠；

S22E02 Rock Crushers;Fabric Lampshades;Cake Sprinkles;Steam Irons 岩石破碎机，织物灯罩，蛋糕彩条，蒸汽熨斗

S22E03 Indy Steering Wheels;Mixed Salad;Wind Turbines 印地赛车方向盘，什锦沙拉，风力涡轮机

S22E04 Blast Doors; Lipstick; Artificial Palm Trees; Brass Plaques 防爆门，口红，人造棕榈树，黄铜牌匾

S22E05 Carbon Fiber; Antique Frame Restoration; Railcar Movers; Hood Ornaments 碳纤维，古董保存架，有轨机车，车头装饰品

S22E06 Sawhorses and Toolboxes;Sorbet Pops;School Buses 史丹利工具箱，便携汁冰糕，校车

S22E07 Sanders;Solid Terrain Models;Stucco;High-Speed Roll-up Doors 抛光机，固体地形模型，水泥，高速卷门

S22E08 Pressed Glass;Pickup Truck Caps;Alpaca Yarn;Utility Knives 压制玻璃，敞蓬小型载货卡车，羊驼纱线，工具刀

S22E09 Body Casting; Downdraft Stoves; Compression Garments; Electric Motorcycles 身体模型，气流炉灶，长袜，电动摩托车

S22E10 Sidecars;Frozen French Toast;Refrigerator Compressors;Superchargers 摩托侧箱，冷冻法式土司，冰箱压缩机，增压器

S22E11 Custom Knee Braces;Air Conditioners;Window Films;Motorcycle Exhaust 定制膝盖支撑，空调，窗户贴膜，摩托车排气管

S22E12 Solid State Drives;Eye Shadow;Limousines;Dead Blow Hammers 固态硬盘，眼影，豪华加长轿车，香槟锤

本集看点：先进半导体制程制作的硬盘；

S22E13 Dragster Tires; Icing; Floating Docks; Spiral Pipes 赛车轮胎，冰淇淋，飘浮船坞，螺旋管

本季资源链接：

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第二十三季推出时间为2014-04-03至2014-07-03

S23E01 Motion Sensors; Belt Loaders; Pheasant Breeding; Diving Helmets 运动传感器，带式装载机，野鸡养殖，潜水头盔

本集看点：先进半导体制程制作的传感器芯片；

S23E02 Rawhide Lampshades; Chocolate Chip Cookies; MRI Scanners 皮灯罩，巧克力饼干，核磁共振成像扫描仪

S23E03 Noise Barrier Walls; Front-Load Washers; Bourbon; Flexible Circuit 声音屏障墙，滚筒洗衣机，威士忌，柔性电路板（FPC）

本集看点：柔性电路板是如何加工的；

S23E04 Railway Bridge Ties; Membrane Filters; Hydraulic Post Drivers; Bi-Planes 铁路桥梁枕木，膜过滤器，桩机，四翼飞机

S23E05 Hospital Laundry; Brass Instrument Restoration; Horse Replicas; Excavation 医院洗衣，铜管乐器修复，马复制品，挖掘机挖斗

本集看点： 用玻璃纤维制作空心复制品；巨厚钢板的激光切割，折弯与焊接；

S23E06 Ceramic Fireplaces; Synthetic Corks; Parking Garage Floor Slabs 陶瓷壁炉，合成软木塞，车库楼板

本集看点： 多种塑胶粒子组合的连续注塑；

S23E07 Oil Pressure Sensors; Printing; Equipment Simulators; Head & Neck Restraints 油压传感器，大型印刷，设备模拟器，护颈

本集看点： 打金线制程；

S23E08 Mobile Concert Stages; Mascara; Continuous Miners; Wood Gift Boxes 移动音乐会舞台，睫毛膏，挖煤���，木制礼品盒

S23E09 NASCAR Car Bodies; Hurley Sticks; Tube Amplifiers; Thermal Coffee Pots 纳斯卡跑车车身，赫尔利球球棒，声音放大器，热咖啡壶

S23E10 Electric Vehicle Charging Stations; Grappa; Lunar Rover Replicas 电动汽车充电站； 格拉巴酒； 月���车复制品

S23E11 Slate Tiles; Hot Dog Carts; Garage Door Openers; Bicycle Seats 板岩瓷砖；热狗车； 车库门开启器； 自行车座椅

S23E12 Racing Leathers; Evaporative Cooling Towers; Rocking Chairs; Wire Wheels 赛车皮革；蒸发冷却塔； 摇椅； 钢丝轮

本集看点： 滚丝螺纹工艺；

S23E13 Mountain Bikes; Rice; Lever Action Rifles 山地自行车；大米；杠杆动作步枪

S23E14 Shark Week Edition: Surfboards; Diving Regulators; SCUBA Tanks; Water Skis 回收冲浪板； 潜水调节器； 潜水氧气瓶； 滑水板

S23E15 300th Episode - Shark Week Edition: Sails; Reef Aquariums; Oceanographic Buoys; Folding Kayaks 风帆； 珊瑚礁水族馆； 海洋浮标； 折叠皮划艇

本季资源链接：

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第二十四季推出时间为2014-09-25至2015-01-15

S24E01 Saunas; Wheelchair Lifts; Dioramas 桑拿； 轮椅升降机； 立体模型

S24E02 Oil Lamps; Chocolate Mints; Underfloor Heating; Pillows 油灯； 巧克力薄荷糖； 地板采暖; 枕头

S24E03 Upright Pianos; Flags; Wet/Dry Vacuums; Medieval Axes 立式钢琴； 旗帜； 湿式/干式吸尘器； 中世纪斧头

S24E04 Skeletal Replicas; Ice Buckets; Dining Chairs; Inground Pools 骨骼复制品； 冰桶； 餐椅； 地下游泳池

S24E05 Automatic Sliding Doors; Gin; Firearms Restoration 自动推拉门； 杜松子酒; 枪械修复

S24E06 Scuba Lights; Sandals; Race Car Simulators; Fibreglass Doors 潜水灯；凉鞋；赛车模拟器； 玻璃钢门

S24E07 Wood Windows; Cashmere Fabric; Plastic Recycling; Architectural Glass 木窗； 羊绒面料； 塑料回收； 建筑玻璃

S24E08 Gas Barbecues; Mattress Pads; Ear Prostheses 燃气烧烤炉； 床垫； 耳假体

S24E09 Recycled Skateboards; Braided Pastry; Construction Trailers; Vises 回收滑板； 编织糕点； 施工拖车； 虎钳

S24E10 Plasma Gems; Special Effects Snow; Piano Restoration 等离子宝石； 特效雪； 钢琴修复

S24E11 3-Wheel Electric Bikes; Skin Cream; Patio Heaters; Wood Wheels 三轮电动自行车； 润肤霜; 天井取暖器； 木轮

S24E12 Old West Holsters; Underwater Video Housings; Soy Beverages; Pet Nail Trimmers 老西部皮套； ��下视频外壳； 大豆饮料； 宠物指甲修剪器

S24E13 Wood Garage Doors; Sand and Salt Spreaders; Animatronic Dinosaurs 木车库门； 沙子和盐撒布机； 电子动画恐龙

本季资源链接：

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第二十五季推出时间为2015-04-02至2015-07-02

S25E01 Grammy Awards; Bicycle Lights; Above-Ground Pools; Foldable Solar Panels 格莱美奖; 自行车灯； 地上游泳池； 可折叠太阳能电池板

S25E02 Led Stage Lights; Apple Cider; Chemical Tank Trailers; Ornate Stone Floor LED舞台灯； 苹果酒; 化学品罐拖车； 华丽的石地板

S25E03 Fishing Line; Industrial Mixers; Natural Baking Soda; and Tow Trucks 钓鱼线; 工业搅拌机； 天然小苏打； 拖车

S25E04 Storage Sheds; Industrial Fans; Parchment Paper; and Climbing Walls 储藏棚； 工业风扇；羊皮纸；攀岩墙

S25E05 Precast Concrete Walls; 3D Printers; Telescopic Cranes; Kerosene Lamp Burners 预制混凝土墙； 3D 打印机； 伸缩式起重机； 煤油灯燃烧器

S25E06 Car Headlamps; Directional Drills; Pet Combs; and Stained Glass Restoration 汽车大灯； 定向钻； 宠物梳子； 彩色玻璃修复

S25E07 Handcrafted Skis; Septic Tanks; Hydroformed Chassis Parts; Aquarium Windows 手工制作的滑雪板； 化粪池; 液压成型底盘零件； 水族馆窗户

S25E08 Zip Line Brakes; Silk Fiber Lamps; Round Balers; Comfort Shoes 拉链线制动器； 丝纤维灯； 圆形打包机； 舒适鞋

S25E09 Armored Vehicles; Tension Fabric Buildings; Rowers; Sculpture Enlargements 装甲车； 张力织物建筑； 划船者； 雕塑放大

S25E10 Mountain Bike Suspensions; Surgical Sutures; Grain Dryers; and Frying Pans 山地自行车悬架； 手术缝合； 谷物烘干机； 煎锅

S25E11 Downhill Ski Bindings; Immersion Washers; Mining Ventilation; Pencil Sharpeners 速降滑雪绑定； 浸入式垫圈； 矿用通风； 卷笔刀

S25E12 Gingerbread Houses; Livestock Trailers; Hangar Doors; and Toy Figurines 姜饼屋； 牲畜拖车； 机库门； 玩具公仔

S25E13 Traffic Signal Poles; Coffee Filters; and Chainsaw Mining Machines; 交通信号杆； 咖啡过滤器； 链锯采矿机；

本季资源链接：

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第二十六季推出时间为2015-09-10至2015-12-17

S26E01 Time-Delay Locks; Brownies; Pallet Dispensers; and Crystal Chandeliers 延时锁； 布朗尼; 托盘分配器； 水晶吊灯

S26E02 Bead Wire; Mini Pepperoni; Irrigation Sprinklers; and Leather Gloves 珠线； 迷你意大利辣香肠； 灌溉喷头； 皮手套

S26E03 Mouth-Blown Window Glass; Water Pumps; Sake; Tweezers 口吹窗玻璃； 水泵; 清酒; 镊子

S26E04 Statue Restoration; Tripods; Polish Sausages; Welding Guns 雕像修复； 三脚架； 波兰香肠； 焊枪

S26E05 Champagne; ATMs; Marine Turbochargers; 香槟酒; 自动取款机； 船用涡轮增压器；

S26E06 Sharpening Steels; Bladder Pumps; Ironing Boards; and Kayak Paddles 磨刀钢； 膀胱泵； 烫衣板； 皮划艇桨

S26E07 Champagne Hoods; Pneumatic Systems; Espresso Machines; Pizza Ovens 香槟罩； 气动系统； 浓缩咖啡机； 比萨烤箱

S26E08 Stile & Rail Doors, Steam Cleaners, Hand-Held Pizzas, and Power Brushes 轨道门；蒸汽清洁器；手持比萨饼；电动刷

S26E09 Industrial Casters; Wedding Cakes; THz Spectrometers; Racing Catamarans 工业脚轮； 婚礼蛋糕； 太赫兹光谱仪； 竞速双体船

S26E10 Ceramic Grills, Pneumatic Punchers, Water Jet Fountains, Wooden Surfboards 陶瓷烤架、气动打孔机、喷水喷泉、木制冲浪板

S26E11 Vibrating Mining Screens; Whoopie Pies; Utility Poles; Roller Conveyors 振动采矿筛； 百日咳派； 电线杆； 滚筒输送机

本集看点：电线杆也内卷；

S26E12 Exercise Bikes; Cornish Pasties; Pasta Makers; Slate Products 健身车； 康沃尔馅饼； 面食制造商； 板岩产品

S26E13 Channel Signs, Wetsuits, and Aluminum Aircraft 航道标志；潜水服；铝制飞机

本季资源链接：

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第二十七季推出时间为2016-05-19至2016-08-15

S27E01 CNC Assembly Machines; Lemon Tarts; Miniature War Figures 数控组装机； 柠檬馅饼； 微型战争人物

S27E02 Chemical Tank Pressure Vents; Candy Wafers; Food Trucks; Traditional Ropes 化学品罐压力通风口； 糖果晶圆； 食品卡车； 传统绳索

S27E03 Graphene; Worlds Smallest Car; Force Testers; Composite Cans 石墨烯； 世界上最小的汽车； 力测试仪； 复合罐

本集看点：单层的石墨烯是如何分离出来的；

S27E04 LED tubes; chocolate peanut butter bars; robotic medication dispensers. LED灯管；巧克力花生酱棒；机器人配药器

S27E05 Commercial drones; aquarium fish; runway cleaners. 商用无人机； 观赏鱼； 跑道清洁工

S27E06 Wooden Matches, Tillage Machines, Telescopic Gangways 木火柴、耕地机、伸缩式舷梯

S27E07 Mosquito Coils, Solar-Assist Tricycles, Palm Oil, Fiberglass Chopper Guns 蚊香、太阳能辅助三轮车、棕榈油、玻璃纤维斩波枪

S27E08 Wood Toys, Retro Toasters, Laboratory Furnaces, Aerogel 木制玩具、复古烤面包机、实验室炉、气凝胶

S27E09 Combination Squares, Farmed Shrimp, Ball Valves and String Trimmers 组合方形、养殖虾、球阀和切线器

S27E10 Chinese-style Furniture, Electrical Switches, Thai Fish Sauce, Cappers 中式家具、电器开关、泰式鱼露、压盖机

S27E11 Mortars and pestles; bowling lane conditioners; crematories 研钵和研杵； 保龄球道调节器； 火葬场

S27E12 Race Car Oil Tanks; Plaster Mouldings; Lemongrass Oil 赛车油箱； 石膏线条； 柠檬草油

S27E13 Coconut Charcoal; Dial Indicators; Wet Downdraft Tables; Bassoon Reeds 椰子炭； 表盘指示器； 湿式下吸台； 巴松管簧片

本季资源链接：

magnet:?xt=urn:btih:5289719d3944f98f2c2d425cd79b0487aec36fc7&dn

第二十八季推出时间为2016-08-22至2016-11-03

S28E01 Classic Car Gauges; Chocolate Marble Cake; Ghillie Kettles 经典汽车仪表； 巧克力大理石蛋糕； 吉利水壶

S28E02 Pasta Dies; Blueberries; Composting Toilets; Surge Arresters 面食模具； 蓝莓; 堆肥厕所； 避雷器

S28E03 Angle Grinders; Berry Baskets; Omnidirectional Speakers 角磨机； 浆果篮； 全向扬声器

S28E04 Cartridge Blades; Chocolate Banana Loaves; Vending 墨盒刀片； 巧克力香蕉面包； 自动售货机

S28E05 Ultra-Thin Glass; Pallet Dismantlers; Cupcakes; Stainless Steel 超薄玻璃； 托盘拆卸器； 纸杯蛋糕; 不锈钢

本集看点： 溢流熔融法制作的柔性超薄玻璃（应该是康宁）；

S28E06 Potash; Leather Bracelets; Wild Rice; Hex Key L Wrenches 钾肥； 皮革手链； 野米; 六角扳手 L

S28E07 Nail Files; Birch Canoes; Boat Hardtops; High Voltage Circuit 指甲锉； 桦木独木舟； 船硬顶； 高压电路

S28E08 Macarons; Pine Needle Baskets; Micrometers 马卡龙； 松针篮； 千分尺

S28E09 Endoscopes; Megaphones; Uranium 内窥镜； 扩音器； 铀

S28E10 Hollow Disk Pumps; Palm Sugar; Yachts 空心圆盘泵； 棕榈糖; 游艇

S28E11 Abalone Collagen; Digital-to-Analog Converters; Embosssed 鲍鱼胶原蛋白； 数模转换器； 压花

S28E12 Thai Barbecues; Diving Masks & Fins; Bassoons 泰式烧烤； 潜水面罩和脚蹼； 巴松管

S28E13 Wooden Utensils; Transport Refrigeration Units; Moccasins 木制餐具； 运输制冷装置； 莫卡辛鞋

本季资源链接：

magnet:?xt=urn:btih:6b3298e03c0e32ede5bc1b81e13a315adae86528&dn

第二十九季推出时间为2017-06-22至2017-09-24

S29E01 Skateboard Wheels; Baklava & Galaktoboureko; CO2 滑板轮；千层酥皮奶冻玉米糕 ；二氧化碳

S29E02 Nuno Felt; Drum Crushers; Kimchi; Parquet Floors 努诺毡；鼓式破碎机；泡菜；镶木地板

S29E03 Wood Watches; Steel Bicycles; Raw Pet Food; Replica Police 木表； 钢制自行车； 生宠物食品； 复制警察

S29E04 Thermoplastic Fire Helmets; Basketry Sculptures; Coffee 热塑性消防头盔； 篮子雕塑； 咖啡

S29E05 Office Chairs; Vinobrew; Reconditioned Sander Drums 办公椅； 酒酿； 翻新砂光鼓

S29E06 Fireplace Bellows; Calissons; Diving Watercraft 壁炉波纹管； 卡利松； 潜水艇

S29E07 Artist Brushes; DEF Tank Heaters; Game Tables; Art Glass 艺术家画笔； DEF 储罐加热器； 游戏桌； 艺术玻璃

S29E08 Flying Water Bikes; Throttle Position Sensors; Cinnamon 飞行水上自行车； 油门位置传感器； 肉桂

S29E09 Foosball Tables; Marseille Soap; Laguiole Pocket Knives 桌上足球桌； 马赛皂； 拉吉奥小折刀

S29E10 Berets; Pastis; Stationary Bikes 贝雷帽； 意大利面食； 固定自行车

S29E11 Bistro Sets; Letterpress Printing; Bamboo Lights; Asphalt 小酒馆套餐； 凸版印刷； 竹灯； 沥青压车

S29E12 Technological Corks; Zinc Gutters; Traditional Ham; Chisteras 技术软木塞； 锌天沟； 传统火腿； 奇斯特拉斯游戏手臂

S29E13 Pentanque Ball; Biologic Medicines; Asphalt Pavers; Basques 滚球； 生物药物； 沥青摊铺机； 巴斯克鞋

本期看点：空心半铁球焊接，再两步CNC制作出完美球形；

本季资源链接：

magnet:?xt=urn:btih:971ec4ef1ce447538e18d1305ec2f8103daee29d&dn

第三十季推出时间为 2017-09-11至2017-12-18

S30E01 Leather Basketballs; Flood Gates; Wood Panel Canvases; Shoelaces 皮革篮球； 防洪闸； 木板画布； 鞋带

S30E02 Power Steering Pumps; Asian Bowl Meals; Walking Canes 动力转向泵； 亚洲碗餐； 手杖

S30E03 Plant Oil Extractors; Custom Chandeliers; Power Trainers; Coffee Pods 植物油提取器； 定制吊灯； 力量训练器； 咖啡包

S30E04 Witness Samples; Pressure Washers; Bee Hives; Cast Iron Cookers 见证样品； 压力垫圈； 蜂箱； 铸铁炊具

S30E05 Leather Sculptures; Travel Hot Plates; Ochre; Hurdy Gurdies 皮革雕塑； 旅行热板； 赭石；赫迪·古尔迪斯

S30E06 Spiral Stairs; Pita Bread; Exhaust Headers; Molded Limestone Artwork 螺旋楼梯； 皮塔饼； 排气集管； 模压石灰石艺术品

S30E07 Recycled Skateboard Guitars; Solar Street Lights; Dolls 回收的滑板吉他； 太阳能路灯； 娃娃

S30E08 Glass Sculptures; Racing Pulley Systems; Inductors; Medicine Balls 玻璃雕塑； 赛车滑轮系统； 电感器； 药丸

S30E09 Fish Rubbings; Clay Shooting Machines; Almonds; High-End Motorcycles 鱼拓片； 粘土射击机； 杏仁; 高端摩托车

S30E10 Throttle Bodies; Limestone Fireplace Mantels; Candied Fruit & Fruit Jellies; Linen Ukulele 节气门体； 石灰石壁炉架； 蜜饯和果冻； 亚麻尤克里里

S30E11 Rubber Balls; Motion Chairs; Montreal Smoked Meat; Motorized Scooters 橡胶球； 运动椅； 蒙特利尔熏肉； 电动滑板车

S30E12 Aerospace Fasteners; Cactus Pear Puree; Lab Reactors 航空紧固件； 仙人掌梨泥； 实验室反应器

S30E13 Wall Beds; Sundae Cups; Digital Paintings; Badminton Rackets 壁床； 圣代杯； 数字绘画； 羽毛球拍

本季资源链接：

magnet:?xt=urn:btih:cc865a515b621051b71e833bd62e466fc45949d3&dn

[pointlessfiction]

WARRIOR

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚

Outer Banks, paradise on earth. That's what the sign said when Blake and her older brother Monty sped down the North Carolina coastline. It was her first time visiting her brother in North Carolina since he moved a year ago. Just as the beat up ‘63 Chevy whizzed down the bumpy roads, waking up the grumpy teenage whose head was leant up uncomfortably against the glass pane. The golden yellow light of the rising sun washing over her, imprinting an angelic cast throughout the truck.

 “Morning "Monty chirped excitedly, peaking at his semi-conscious sister.

 “Morning” Blake muttered back, half asleep.

 “What time is it? "she whined, stretching up from the uncomfortable position her head was resting in, her dainty hands shooting up and covering her eyes from the provocative sunrise.

 “Just passed 6:00am, good morning! "he belted, further peeving his younger sister.

 “Must you always be full of fucking sunshine and rainbows Monty? "she grumbled

 “And good morning to you B ,and yes, as your older brother it is my duty to annoy you, and seeing as bloody happy people annoy you so much, in order to be the best brother I can I’m going to annoy the fuck out of you darling ”he joked, the radio previously playing, now acting as soft background noise.

 “Yeah yeah, whatever "she grunted under her breath. "how long until we're there "she asked out of pure fatigue, longing for a bed.

 “About ten minutes "he answered, laughing at how his sister shot up from her seat fixing herself in the mirror, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes before looking up at him.

 “Wow that was quick" Blaise said, surprised, it took an 8 hour flight to get from England to north Carolina and is now taking them only an hour to drive into the outer banks when it only felt like an hour

 “Probably because you were asleep for the whole flight and half the drive B "he answered her spoken though.

 “I thought I said that in my head, but it's crazy how quick it went, I'm going to be super jet lagged in the morning". She sighed

 “Right okay now that you're awake I've got to ask you some serious questions okay? "he asked, his protectiveness making ground.

 She sighed, realising she could not hide it from him forever "go for it "she muttered, sarcasm seeping through her pearly-white teeth

 “Does dad know you left in the middle of the night to come all the way to north Carolina from fucking England B ”he asked, the slight irritation in his voice understandable given the fact her visit was unforeseen.

 “For when he notices I’m gone, I left a note saying that I left to come visit you for the summer "she replied, uninterested

 “And is that true? "he pried

 “To an extent "she claimed

 He sighed "why are you actually here? Blake, you can tell me "he pleaded, wanting to know why exactly his younger sister left in the middle of the night because he knew it wasn't just because she missed him.

 “You really want to know "she dragged, he nodded sparing glances to her watching the road intensely.

 “Well ever since you left "she stopped, fear she had been burying finally coming out, time slowed down as her thoughts got filled with images people screaming hateful words, and the moment verbal abuse become physical, she could still smell the alcohol on his breath as he squared up to her. A hand on her shoulder broke the trance she found herself in. As her vision came back her eyes become glassy, but she refused to cry, because she does not cry. She is too strong to cry, she is not allowed to cry, crying makes her weak and Blaise Williams is anything but weak.

 “It’s okay B you can tell me "he begged

 “Dad started to drink again, it started out as just a few on a Friday night too here and there during the week but…”she paused, taking a deep breath to collect herself ”a few days morphed into everyday day and that same routine we stopped took over again, but this time, you weren't here to receive it so I had to "she sighed finally meeting her brothers eyes who were focused intently ahead, knuckles tightening against the wheel.

 Looking up from the road, he finally looked at her face, luckily the roads were empty meaning he could take her in for longer. He noticed a subtle yellow-green tinge under her eye and knew that was not the only one that was covering her as they rode down the glowing road.

 How could he think this would stop as he left? How could he leave her there on her own? Their dad was a ticking time bomb and when he left, he hadn't been physical for over 3 months, right? How stupid.

“Why didn't you ring me Blake you could've been down here ages ago, I’ve been here for a year "he quaked.

 She inhaled deeply "he smashed my phone and I couldn't afford another one, despite having three jobs, so I got a job at Marys café and ended up getting a burner phone so I could ring you and then binned it on the way here, he said if I left, I’d be dead before I even got to the airport "she replied, reciting her ‘father’ word for word. Goosebumps raising the hairs on her milky skin as the previous months replayed in her mind.

 Looking over to her brother, she didn't realise how she made it sound like she was blaming him because that's the last thing she wanted to do because she loved him and knew the job he had was something he loved and when he moved there permanently he'd be safe. Even though he was older than her she wanted to protect him, family is family and their mother always told them to protect family before anyone.

 “I'm sorry I didn't mean it to sound like that, I don't blame you "she stammered

 “I'm so sorry Blake, really. How could I actually think he'd change I never should have left you I should've taken you with me "he repeated spiralling in self-doubt which he shouldn't have to take, in Blake’s point of view.

 “Stop Monty it's okay I promise it was only really bad when he had loads to drink anyways more verbal than anything "she tried to play it down but Monty knew exactly what she went through, why do you think he left?

 He knew he should have taken her; his mother's wish was to make sure he always protected her and kept her safe, he failed.

 “Blaise...” he stuttered, unsure of what to say

 “Monty please its fine honestly I don’t want to talk about it to be honest I'm just glad I have you and were together now, well for the summer at least, were going to have a good time and have a fucking break from everything back home, who knows maybe I’ll even make some friends here "she laugh, the serious moment that was messing with her head, toying with emotions she didn't want to experience.

 He agreed silently turning his head up to the road, realising his shack was at the next turning he pulled in turning the engine off looking over to Blake whose eyes were wide flashing with amusement ,like a toddler just given ice cream for the first time.

 As they pulled up to the house, Blaise was excited to see it, her brothers’ job payed off. He was an architect/interior designer and he got offered a job round here to redesign a restaurant by the beach, which  is also where his house was ,rebuilding and designing it. the pay was terrific. It was a small house, more of a beach shack, on the less wealthy side of the island but this was a home.

 Walking into the house you were greeted with a very white minimalist aesthetic. A circular beige rug at the centre was accompanies by white plush sofas, laying on them were navy and white patterned pillows that blended beautifully. In the back was a table with wooden legs and navy seats, but what caught her eye was the bright red surfboard with a white lighting stripe cascading down its front. Growing up she always loved surfing, when she was young her family went on trips up on the south coast of England where you could get some decent waves and she missed the way the water made her feel and couldn’t wait to feel like that again. She noticed the sea on the way out of the ferry, waves rolling in and out, waking up slowly, ready for the day as the sun greeted them.

 “I don’t have anything set up for you, but you can take my bed for tonight and I…” Monty started but she cut him off

 “I've got the couch go to sleep well talk in the morning I’m probably going to be up anyways might go and watch the waves if that's okay "she insisted

 “well I'm not even going to bother changing you mind because I'm so tired so I’ll see you in the morning but if you go to the beach be careful and I think the boy next door is actually your age him and his friends normally go out early in the morning anyway,you might see them so don’t be rude because he helps with sometimes "and with that they both said there goodnights as he went upstairs, she slid out of the backdoor.

 Sitting cross legged on the beach, listening to that waves roll in closer and closer. she finally had time to take in everything that happened in the space of 24 hours.

 When she got home from her last day of school she walked through the door gagging at the smell of absinthe and other illegal substances.in her exams she got all a’s just as she expected, seeing as she worked 24/7 on her school making sure she got best possible grades to enable herself to leave quicker. The fight she had with her dad came back in flashing snippets

 “you are fucking worthless piece of shit “he bellowed, pushing her shoulder, causing her to crash down onto the floor.

 “fucking dumb whore” followed with a slap across the face

 But the last one, this made her finally leave

 later that night, She was going downstairs out for an late night walk, as her dad also decided to go out ,presumably to break the law by inhaling strong-smelling marijuana, rolled by his own calloused hands that left her black and blue.

 “where the fuck do you think you are going, whore?” he grumbled

 “nowhere "she stuttered

 “don’t lie to me your worthless piece of shit tells me where you are going in the middle of the night "he demanded

 “out "she muttered just loud enough to hear, unfortunately.

 “don’t take that tome with me you fucking bitch” his thick northern accent becoming more prominent as he shouted

 She silently continued walking down the stairs, thinking it was the best thing to do, she was wrong.

 “where are you going I said come back here now you fucking” he snapped grabbing her wrist so she came face to face with him, fear evident on her face as he stood on the top step, he snickered

 “oh, is the little whore scared" he cooed “are you going to cry you fucking weak piece of shit” he barked. Before she had the chance to answer he brought his fist to her face opening an emotional wound she tried to cover. Somehow forgetting she was on the stairs, the forced pushed her down the flights as she saw her unfulfilled life flash before her eyes.

 She could remember much but when she blacked out, she remembered something that kept her going, her mother’s wish.

 ever since then shed vowed to never be weak again.

Snapping out of the trance as soon as she heard footsteps to her left, she looked up and was met with a hazel eyed boy with a goofy grin and bloodshot eyes giving off that he was under the influence of weed or alcohol.

 “hey” he sat

 “hi? She answered, more as a question.

 “I'm john booker Routledge but people call me john b” he pulled his hand from his swim trunks which she shook cautiously

 “I’m Blake Williams I'm Monty's sister "she explained

 His face lasered with shock “no way well that makes sense why you look alike now, I’ve heard so much about you ,but anyways are you okay, because me and my friends were just about to leave and I saw this random girl, no offence ,just sitting on the sand and though I should check on her. "he added

 “yeah I'm okay I just got here actually, can’t sleep jetlagged” she laughed, already liking his personality and dimples

 “your accents so funny “he laughed

 And she raised a warning eyebrow at him teasingly. he cleared his throat “I didn’t mean that rude I just, well its nice just unique I guess "he marvelled

 “unique means weird, are you calling me weird john b"he queried, teasingly, taking no offence because she was thinking the same thing as his American accent

 “not always unique is one of a kind, unique is good, honestly “he replied making her smile. As the sun washed over his face, she noticed his tan skin and broad build, immediately feeling inferior to him.

 “anyways” he paused "you good?im not even going to ask a bunch of questins because im so tired,but later well catch up but are you ok? "he finished

 “yeah I'm good just thinking ,you go and later on ,when I'm fully able to speak, we can continue this conversation yea?”she asked and he was taken back by the sudden demand, brushing it off just being jetlag he stood and agreed parting ways to tell his friends about Monty Williams sister, who was definitely going to be a new addition to their group, if she wanted.

  As she walked inside, she realised she sounded so rude hoping he understood she was just tired. She was looking forward to making a better impression later and maybe making friends. But now she had to focus on getting a job to pay towards her goals and figure out what the hell she was going to do now. This was her new beginning

A/N HELLO GUYS...im new to this platform writing-wise I been using Tumblr for years and this is a new account,,I just got into writing and this is the outcome...do you like it???if you could show supposed appreciate it loads have a good day guys!!!ps SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR/SPELLING MISTAKES

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe? {27}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Slow, Smoldering, Torturous Burn 😊

Word Count: 5K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

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Chapter 27: Boston Bound

  -One Week Later-

  You should have said no. You should have said it was way too soon for this and not felt guilty that you’d had her all to yourself for two years. You should have been selfish. If you had, then you wouldn’t be here right now; in a private jet with your parents, Nexus, Chris, Dodger, and Ella more than halfway to Boston. You certainly wouldn’t be nervous enough to shit bricks. You wouldn’t have all these thoughts and worries about what it would be like coming face to face with Chris’ family. You would be chilling in LA, or San Fran for your little girls’ birthday party.  

  “You just had to be the bigger person, huh. Had to give in to that need to make up for your actions. Uuugh, damn dummy!”

  You closed your eyes and tried to push away the voice—your voice in your head.

  “I can survive a week in Boston. I survived doing all this on my own. I survived being a new mother and opening a restaurant for the first time. I survived pregnancy while going to culinary school and working full time. I am a badass; I can survive this.”

  “How you holding up?”

  “I can survive!” Everyone in the cabin looked at you as if you were crazy. Nexus snorted as she sat across from you.

  “Relax, it’s no big deal, Vix.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nex, I am meeting his family. He’s told them about me, told them who I am and what I did.”

  “So? If he’s not trippin’ about it anymore, why should they? If he's moved on and forgiven you, why should they hold a grudge?” She had a point, but for some reason, you couldn’t get past the possibility that they would hate you.

  “They are going to love you. As sick as it is, you are beyond lovable Vix. Just own what you did, let it be known you regret it and want to move forward for the best interest of Ella. If they can’t do that, then you know they aren’t thinking about Ella or Chris.” You took a deep breath and slowly released it. “I just took a DNA test--.” Nexus began, you snorted and looked around to make sure no one was watching.

  “Turns out, I’m a hundred percent that--.”

  “Language you two.” You and Nexus giggled together, and when you looked over, Chris was watching you with a content smile on his face.

  ~~~~~~

  Once you landed, everyone quickly piled into the truck, then Chris got in the driver’s seat. You weren’t surprised really you’d seen him drive before. He tipped his hat lower and looked at you. “Ready?” You nodded because words failed you, he looked so damn good. When he smiled, the butterflies in your belly took off. Quickly you looked away and tried to get a grip.

  “You can’t lose your shit now, you still have seven more days,” you whined.

  The drive was a nice one. After fifteen minutes of going through the city, Chris pointed out every sight to everyone in the car. You could tell he was a proud Bostonian; it was cute. When he passed Dodger stadium Chris pointed it out, and Ella shouted out “doder,” which made Dodger bark up a storm. Everyone laughed like it was the cutest thing in the world. It felt almost normal, and again that scared you.

  When he left the city, you fell silent and got lost in your own thoughts while everyone else fell into conversation.

  “You are never quiet pumpernickel. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, I’m fine. Maybe just jet-lagged,” you lied. Chris studied you for a moment before his eyes went back to the road. When everyone else fell back into their conversation he spoke.

  “If you’re feeling up to it later, there’s something I wanna show you.”

  “Something like what?” Chris smiled again, and again your belly fluttered.

  “For me to know and you to find out. Honestly, where’s your sense of adventure? I remember you used to have a huge one.” You smirked.

  “I remember you being at the top of Vegas’s version of the Eiffel tower, and you stripped right there.” You gasped loudly and covered your mouth. You couldn’t believe he just said that. You looked around to see if anyone heard him but saw no one was focused on you at all. Chris snorted and laughed just as you released yours.

  “Oh my god, how do you remember that?”

  “I told you, I’m an actor. I have a great memory.” You smiled and looked out the window again completely mortified. He probably remembered exactly what you look like naked ad remembered just what you did to each other at the top of that fake Eiffel tower. That thought sent a blazing heat down your spine. You remembered what he looked like too, you remembered very well.

  “So?” You smiled to yourself and decided just to do it.

  “Okay.” Chris smiled as if he’d won some type of award then looked back to the road, repeating the same word you just said. You smiled to yourself and watched the views of trees pass you by.

  Another fifteen minutes passed, and Chris was pulling into a long driveway that led to a house that looked like it was on a hill. It was at this moment you began to regret letting him convince you to stay at his place rather than a hotel. Everyone petitioned that it would be a better way for him and Ella to spend even more time together. You felt if you would have declined you would have come off as a bitch. So, again, you caved.

“Wow, this is so great. This is yours, Chris?”

  “Yes. I come out here every chance I get when I’m not working.”

  “Do your parents live close?”

  “Well, they each live about twenty-five or thirty minutes away. I have a closer place that is in the city, but I thought this would be a more low key place for the princess’ birthday party.”

  You remained silent, a little amazed how normal it all sounded. It was as if three years hadn’t passed, and he’d been in her life all along. You wondered if it should have felt that natural. Shouldn’t there have been some—adjustment time, some form of awkwardness? Your family got out the car and looked around the front lawn. It was a beautiful property, and it looked well maintained. As they talked amongst themselves you walked to the back and took Ella out her car seat. Once out she planted a big wet kiss on your cheek.

  “Thank you, baby.”

  “My mama.” You smiled and kissed her all over her face. She erupted in giggles as she wiggled in her seat. Once you lifted her into your arms you turned to see Chris watching on with a soft smile on his lips. “Da-da.” His smile widened as he approached. He bent and kissed her on the forehead as you watched. Ella touched your cheek with one hand and Chris’ with her other. “Mama. Da-da.” You peeped up at Chris, who in turn did the same to you. For a few moments, the three of you stood there, no speaking just—being. You were the one to step away first.

  “I’ll show you guys around and come back for the bags,” Chris informed.

  The six of you and Dodger walked inside where Chris gave the tour of his traditional style farmhouse. It wasn’t exorbitantly decorated or even disgustingly pretentious. It was tastefully done, and it looked like it fit his personality. It looked like he could host dinner parties one night with his Hollywood friends, but the next night chill on the couch in front of the fireplace and drink a beer. It screamed him. One by one, he showed each of the members of your family their rooms until it left just you and Ella.

  “So, for you princess, I have a surprise.”

  “Prise, prise, I wuve prise. Eye-cweam?”

  Chris snorted and shook his head. “No, not ice cream.”

  “Pony.” You pinched your lips. She’d been trying to swindle a pony from you since the day she learned the word. Chris looked at you confused.

  “She wants a pony?”

  “What little girl doesn’t?” He smiled.

  “Uh—no princess, not a pony.” The three of you came to a stop in front of a closed door.

  “Mama told me how much you love unicorns, and mermaids--.” Chris began. Ella enthusiastically nodded her head, clearly excited for whatever his surprise was.

  “So, here we go.” Chris opened the door and revealed the girliest, most unicorn and mermaid filled room you’d ever seen. Ella’s face lit up, and she squealed with glee as she wriggled free from your arms. Placing her on the floor, she bounced around the room from item to item.

  “Oonicwon, mowmaid, oonicwon, mowmaid, pink!” Everything she touched, she squealed. You stood in the doorway, just looking around at all the effort he’d put into things. The walls were a pinkish, light orangish sherbert mesh. It reminded you of the softest sunset. It was a beautiful color. On one wall her name was written in cursive letters with a dainty crown right above it. You gulped down the emotion threatening to bubble over.

  “Schwing.” You looked back to her as she climbed into the swing that was off to the side of the room hanging from the ceiling. She tried to push herself and grunted when she couldn’t get as high as she wanted. As quickly as she got on she jumped off and bounded to the unicorn teepee that was set in a corner next to a beautiful window. The room was fit for a princess and absolutely breathtaking. Looking at Ella you knew she loved it. When you looked to Chris he was watching her with the biggest smile on his face.

  Ella ran to you and crashed into your legs. “Mama, ooo see?” You nodded.

  “Yes, my love, I see. It’s amazing.”

  “Mazing,” Ella repeated. You bent down to her and whispered in her ear. She smiled and ran across to Chris and crashed into his legs.

  “Uuugh, you’re going to take me down one of these days.” He lifted her into his arms just as she threw her tiny ones around his neck.

  “Ank oo.”

  “You’re welcome, princess. Do you like it?” She nodded her head while still holding him close. It melted you. Chris looked to you, and the look on his face made yet another Teflon layer of your wall crumble.

  “God damn it!”

  Ella wiggled her way free to the floor and ran out of the room and down the hall, no doubt about to tell everyone about her amazing room. You smiled and wrapped your arms around yourself. You could feel yourself drifting to him like he were some sort of magnet and you the polarized matter. Chris walked to you slowly, and you held tighter and hoped it was enough to keep you in check.

  “Is it too much?” You looked around the room again and saw for the first time a massive dollhouse-like playhouse. It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen and knew Ella would spend countless hours in there. You scoffed and shrugged.

  “Have you met your daughter? This is the child who wore head to toe pink sparkles to the park the other day. Do you remember that?” Chris laughed, and you smiled and nodded. “There is no such thing as too much.”

  You walked into the room a little more walking around him in a way that created the most distance. You stopped in front of the swing and sat, hoping to god it didn’t break under your weight. “This though—might not be the best idea. I can see her sneaking out of bed to swing and hurting herself. While she seems super advanced for her age let’s not set her up to fail.” He smiled and nodded.

  “Got it mama bear. I’ll take it down before bedtime.” You nodded and looked around again.

  “This is great though. It screams—permanence.” You looked down at the carpeted floor and shuffled your feet.

  “I mean—that’s the idea—right? Did I overstep?”

  “No, no, don’t—uuugh. I’m sorry, no, you didn’t. This is great, this—you’re great for doing this.”

  “I sense a but.” You stood and walked to him then touched his hand, hoping the action would make your words believable.

  “There is no but, you’re her father, you wanted to—.”

  “Show you that I’m taking this serious, to show you I want this, I want her, I want everything it means Vixen, all of it.”

  Biting your bottom lip, you held his gaze. You saw his pupil dilate and even felt his hand radiate with more heat than normal. Chris stepped into you and closed the appropriate space between you, and you could feel the air around you become thin and dense. Every hair on your body stood up, and then you saw his face move closer to yours.

  “Shit, he’s gonna kiss me.”

  “Vixen!”

  You jumped at the sound of your mother’s voice and backed away from Chris as if you’d just been caught doing something dirty. A few seconds later, your mother appeared at the doorway. She looked between the two of you, and you walked to her. “Yeah mom.”

  “Ella found the pool and is begging to get in.” Chris laughed.

  “That was quick.” You smiled and nodded.

  “I told you, she’s a mermaid.”

  “I’ll bring up the bags,” Chris said as he walked past you and your mother. Once alone, your mother gave you the look she always did when she expected an explanation. You stood your ground and remained silent.

  “So you are forever connected to a superstar celebrity by the child you share. What do you plan on doing about it?”

  You gaped at her. She had the guts to bring this up. You expected it, hell, some part of you was waiting for it. “What do you mean do about it?”

  “Vixen, you’re a beautiful woman, you have a lot to offer. Why not take things—further?” You scoffed and shook your head.

  “Mom, wow.”

  “Tell me you haven’t thought about it. Tell me you’ve never looked at him and wanted more. He is a handsome man sweetie. Maybe this is your chance.”

  You couldn’t believe your ears. She never seemed to amaze you. She had a one-track mind, and right now, you were it. “Chance for what mom?”

  “Love, maybe?” You snorted and laughed.

  “Love? She’s insane.”

  You shook your head just as Chris walked back in with bags. “Thanks.”

  “Mama, poowl pwease.” You smiled and nodded to her.

  “Come on, let’s pick a pretty bathing suit and get you all ready little mermaid.” Ella clapped her hands and went to the bags. “If you guys would excuse us, we have a fashion montage to start.”

  “Yayyyy!” Chris and your mother smiled at each other and walked out of the room so you and Ella could begin

Fifteen minutes later, you and Ella walked out to the backyard where the pool awaited you. She squealed with excitement, you smiled and put down the towels you held. Ella went to the edge and looked into the water. “Kristella Raelle, away from the edge, please.” She quickly backed away to a safe distance. You peeled off the t-shirt you wore and walked to the steps of the pool.

  “Ready baby?” She ran to you, and you grasped her hand to lead her into the water. Once she stepped into the water, she let loose a loud laugh. You smiled thoroughly enjoying her happiness. Once you stepped off the last step and sunk into the water you held your arms out for her.

  “Wedy mama?”

  “I’m ready, baby!” Ella squealed again and smiled, and Chris walked out, wearing a pair of swim trunks. Your eyes quickly scanned his exposed muscle and really liked what you saw. Again, the theme song for Baywatch played in your head.

“Da-da, watoh, come.” Chris smiled and sat at the edge of the pool and watched.

  “Wook!” Ella jumped from the step into your arms, and you spun her around. Chris clapped and lowered himself into the water.

  “Want to swim to da-da?” She nodded, and you set her in front of you then let her go. She did a quick little doggy paddle to an exhilarated Chris. Once she reached his arms he scooped her up and held her in the air. Ella laughed and posed as if she were Baby from Dirty Dancing.

  “Good job, princess.” You smiled. He turned to you as if to ask if you saw her. You nodded and swam to them. The three of you swam around and enjoyed the time together.

  Ella and Chris played in the water, and he seemed to love it, every second that passed he seemed to become more of a big kid, Ella loved it. He let her ride his back like he was a seahorse, and she was the sea princess. Chris let her ride his shoulders while he swam underwater like the whale and she was a talented whale rider. He pretended to be the dolphin complete with dolphin noises while Ella played the dolphin whisperer. They even played Marco Polo once Chris explained it to her, this she loved because every time Chris rocketed from underneath the water when she screamed “maco” he wiggled like a fish diving above the waves and every time he did a belly flop right in the water. Soon they drew the attention of your entire family who sat around the pool watching with adoring looks on their faces.

  After an hour, you’d had enough of the water, and after forty minutes you’d had more than your heart could take of the cuteness. You disappeared into the house to the kitchen and examined the contents of the fridge. Soon after, you busied yourself with cooking some dinner. It took no time at all before you got lost in the chopping, mixing, measuring, layering and a plethora of other actions that allowed your brain to stop.

  You were thankful for it because if it continued you were sure you’d go insane with the constant debate; it was now a three-way fight. Your head, your body and your heart all wanted different things. Your head spoke of shoulds, your body spoke of coulds, and your heart—that traitor was the worst of all, it spoke of woulds. Where your mind and body didn’t question, your heart had plenty. They were questions you didn’t have answers to, questions you would only find the answer to from him, and you weren’t quite brave enough—yet.

  “I should have known this is where you disappeared to.” You looked up from your bending position and saw Chris standing on the other side of the island. He was still shirtless, and your eyes noticed. Slowly they traveled down his torso and took in every detail. The two tattoos on his chest looked like perfect decorations for the well-formed muscle. Your palm itched to touch him. When your eyes trailed down his abs to his oblique indentations, that urge intensified. Unintentionally you squeezed the piping bag in your hands, sending white icing oozing out the tip and right onto your face. It was all so perfectly suggestive.

  “Oh fuck!” You stood and looked around for a cloth. Chris walked around the island to you with the item in his hand.

  “Here.” He lifted his hands to your face and began wiping off the icing. After a few deliberate swipes of the cloth, his movements slowed until they stopped altogether. He was now standing before you with your jaw gently held with one hand a cloth in the other. “There, perfect again. although—you’ve been perfect since—the day—I—I—I met you.” By the time he finished his sentence he was whispering. Chris grazed his thumb along your cheek, and the soft touch sent your belly fluttering.

  “I have something to tell you,” Chris began. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped.

  “What?” Your voice was a breathy whisper; you couldn’t muster anything else.

  “Uh---well--,” Chris began again.

  “Vix?” You looked from Chris to Nexus, who’d entered the kitchen.

  “Yeah.” Walking to her, she looked between you and Chris. You shook your head signaling for her to let it go.

  “Ella, she missed her nap so--.”

  You sighed. “Yeah, she’ll be a grumpy mess in an hour. We’ll have dinner now and hopefully avoid the meltdown to get her in bed.” Nex nodded and slowly turned to walk out.

  “So—dinner?”

  “Ready, I was just--.”

  “Uh-huh, I see what you were doing.” With that, Nex walked out of the room, and you sighed before you cleared your throat.

  “If you wanna take a quick shower, dinner will be on the table in ten,” you informed. Chris slowly nodded then walked out where Nex did. Once you were alone again you sighed and finished the touches to the cake you were icing.

  After dinner, you tucked Ella into her new bed in her new room. She fell asleep quickly which left you sitting there just staring at her. You knew if you did this to any other kid it would be creepy, but she was yours; it was normal. You’d spent so many nights watching her sleep marveling at the tiny human you were blessed with. Before you knew it two hours had passed, and you were still being a creeper.

  Walking out the room and down the hall to your own you quickly stripped and took a hot shower. The steam helped de-stress you, and the hot water did wonders for your need to be comforted. You worked to keep Chris off your mind. It was hard, but no matter what, after a few minutes, he came right back into your head. It was frustrating. Nex would say it was a sign you were also on his mind. You wondered if that were true.

  Once you stepped out wrapped in a plush towel, you stared at the canopy bed and just like that you were back in Vegas again. It was like he was trolling you with little details from your time together. this was yet another similarity from your exhausting wedding night. You sat on the window seat in the room and looked out to the sea of dark trees. It was peaceful out here, and you knew why he’d chosen this spot. It had nothing in common with LA. As you lotioned your skin, you stared up at the moon and marveled at how big and bright it looked here. A spark of fire caught your eye, and you peered more closely out the window. Chris stepped out onto the grass and walked to the clearing of trees. You watched him climb into the hammock that was just out of sight. Once he was in it all you could see was the tips of his feet and occasional peeks of his head.

  Soon you saw clouds of smoke weft into the air, and you knew he was smoking, you bet it was weed. A nostalgic smile decorated your lips. He began swinging in the hammock, and every time he did, you saw him in full sight. He had a faraway look on his face, but somehow he still looked perplexed. You wondered what he was thinking about so seriously. You had the thought to go down to him and split that blunt but knew if you had weed in your system your inhibitions would soon be lowered and with it your panties.

  “That’s if you wear panties, honey.”

  You smirked and shook your head at the thought. Sometimes you wondered if you were your own worst enemy. Sighing, you looked back to the moon once last time. When you were a child, your mother always had you make a wish on the moon every night. It must have been some old hippie practice because every single night, you’d made a wish on the moon. Some came true instantly, and others took time. You glanced back down to Chris who looked to be looking up at the same moon and closed your eyes.

  Taking a deep breath, you had the perfect wish, the one your heart, head, and body all agreed on. “If it’s meant for me, let it be.”

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[avenging-criminal-bones]

Family First

Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2171

Warnings: A typical episode of criminal minds, injuries

Summary: When a case leads back to your hometown, will everything pan out, or is it a bit rougher than expected?

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It was 10:30 on a Saturday morning, your day off, when you got a text from Penelope, to start your day earlier then planned.

Hey superwoman, get your little booty to the BAU. This is a big scary haunting case. Hotch says all hands on deck… sorry about your day off.

You reply with a quick okay, and make your way to the BAU, most likely breaking a few speed regulations. What can you say? It sounded important.

You got there about 5 minutes after you received the text, and find that you and your long time crush, Spencer, are the only ones in the conference room besides Penelope and Hotch, of course.

“You weren’t prepared for this one, were you?”Spencer breaks the silence. Looking at your outfit, face and then your hair, smirking that super hot smirk that he’s got

You look at your outfit: black leggings, and a tee shirt supporting your favorite sports team, your hair in a very messy bun. You start to blush under Spencer’s scrutinizing stare, suddenly aware of you looking like you had just rolled out of bed.

Well, you had. But he doesn’t need to know that.

That’s when everyone started showing up, to begin the profile.

Penelope starts the brief. “Okay, my pretties, this one not pretty. Like at all. Or I guess I shouldn’t should say not handsome. All 7 victims were men between the ages of 20 and 35 and fit Spencer’s description. And had been drugged before being killed. Appearing to have had the drug chloroform in their system.” She starts the routine slideshow, not looking at it, “The unsub showed no mercy, he took his time with the last two men.”

Hotch says something, exactly what you were thinking, “This killer is unorganized and doesn’t seem to show remorse. And the fact that he took more time with the last victims, suggests that they were surrogates and that eventually he will go after the person that the killings prepare him for.”

“That, and notice how there are lacerations and burn marks on every victim’s back? I think the unsub may have a facial deformation, probably creating his lack of confidence to kill the men with them watching.” You say.

“Good observation Y/N, also since the unsub used chloroform before kidnapping the victims, he may not be strong enough to use force, therefore having to use creative methods to kidnap them.” After Spencer says good observation, you start to get butterflies in your stomach. He complimented you, and that are you happy. Well as happy as you can be while working a serial murder case.

“This is a time sensitive case, we will continue on the jet. Wheels up in 20. We’re headed to Palo Alto.” When Hotch says the last part, he looks at you, almost apologetically.

He knows your background, the reason you because and FBI agent. He knows how your mother was killed be Clyde Hoodsen 12 years ago. And how Clyde’s accomplice was never found.

And he knows your dad still lives there.

Spencer knows too, but they’re the only ones. He grabs your arm when you turn to get your go bag, holding you back.

“Will you sit with me on the jet Y/N?”

Not really wanting to talk to anyone, you nod and turn to leave.

On the jet you sit in the secluded corner seat that only fits two people, that way Spence can sit next to you.

When he does, the first thing he says is, “Are you okay?”

It was in that instant that the reality of how much you actually liked Spencer; loved him even. You answered him honestly. Spilling so much to him, because you feel safe.

“No, Spence. I’m really not. Losing my mom almost killed me. I was beyond depressed for 3 years after her death, and the fact that this unsub could be Hoodsen’s accomplice… It breaks me Spencer. I can’t lose my dad too, I just can’t. And I know he doesn’t fit the MO, but I’m scared.” Your voice breaks on the last word. You started crying during the first sentence.

Spencer takes one of your hands in one of his, and uses the other to bring your chin up to look at him.

Using the same hand to he used to lift your head up, Spencer wipes away your tears.

“Text him, Y/N, tell him to stay in the house with the doors locked. And tell him to text or call if anything happens, okay?”

“Okay.”

He gets out of the seat, but only long enough to get you your phone for you. Mumbling a ‘thanks’, you text him everything Spencer told you to, ending it with an ‘I love you, be safe’.

The plane lands in Palo Alto, and you feel unsteady about the entire thing. And it doesn’t help that you get a call right when the team gets off of the plane.

You see the caller ID and answer on the first ring.

“Hey dad, Are you okay?”

“Y/N, come to the house, hurry!”, your dad sounds panicked. You look for Spencer to make eye contact, but he’s talking to JJ.

“Bring Spencer. You trust him right?”

“Yeah dad, I do I’ll be there soon!”, you wipe your eyes, for you had started crying in the middle of that.

You run up to Spence, crying. Again.

“Spence, my dad… he called… he needs… Spencer?!”

He just pulled you into him, trying to get your hyperventilating to subside. And to keep that rant that he foresaw at bay.

“I’m coming with you, Y/N.”

“Okay Spencer… Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Spencer takes you to Hotch and talks lowly about something, but you can’t hear them.

The grabs your hand as the two of you make your way to the local police issued sedan. He makes you drive, much to your dismay, and protests.

“Spence, I don’t think I’m in a good place, mentally, to drive right now.”, you say, trying anything to not drive.

“Y/ N you’ll be fine, we will help your dad. I promise.”

“Don’t say anything about promises. My mom promised me that she would always be there for me. And where is she now? Six damn feet deep. People can barely make promises about where they’re going to dinner, let alone if you can make a promise about saving someone’s father. I mean so many thing could go tota-”

You’re interrupted my Spencer’s strong arms pulling you into yet another hug. He shushes you to stop the inevitable rant.

You quickly agree to drive, realizing how urgent the call sounded, and get into the truck. Driving to your old home, you pass a lot of stores and houses that bring memories.

The ice cream shop that your dad took you to every Sunday, or the park that you broke your first bone at.

It was your finger. You were playing in the grass, and you cartwheeled into the play set. When you fell you rammed your hand into the metal support and broke your pointer finger on the left hand.

You got to the house in about 4 minutes, and started shaking. So much so, that Spencer had to turn you away from the house to get you out of your trance.

“Hey, he’s going to be fine. Only .03% of crime victims are ever injured. And I know, that sounds like a lot, but that’s only because our place of work groups all of the murder and the pain and misery into one place. That place, will NOT be your home. Your father, will not get hurt today, Y/N.”

That should have made you feel better. And it did. Until you heard a crash inside your home.

“Oh my God, Spence!”, you say it, but too quietly him to hear seeing as you are already out of your car and to your front door. You had your gun pulled out, with Spencer copying you a few steps behind.

The unsub changed his MO. He made it personal to you. What are you gonna do? Apparently nothing, because the man pulled you and Spencer inside, and started yelling.

“Put your damn guns down! Now! If you don’t, pops over here will be eating a bullet for lunch!”

You and Spencer share a look, but comply with the man’s orders. After you set your guns on the ground and he takes them, he forces you to kneel.

You kneel on the floor of your old kitchen, tears threatening to spill onto the hardwood floors. This was not how you thought you’d see your dad next.

“You, the boy. Get in that chair.”

He looks at you and you shake you head, not wanting him to go. But he does. And the man ties him up, leaving you to sit and watch as the two most important men in your life are tied up and held at gunpoint.

“What do you want,” you say to the unsub, as he circles your father and Spence, a menacing look plastered on his face.

“I want you to choose, Miss L/N.”

“Choose what?”

“Just choose one of these men and I’ll let you know if you chose for them to live or die.”

You are not surprised that an unorganized unsub would want you to play a game like that, but it still caught you off guard. You look at your father; scared out of his mind. And you look at Spencer; who is all too familiar with being in situations like these. It sounds bad, but you almost wish he didn’t know what to do. When you look at them, both broken in different ways, all of your resolve, all your calm, is gone.

It takes everything you have not to start crying, but one warning look from your father and Spencer, makes you subdue the feeling. You make your decision and say it as calmly as you can.

“I choose myself.” Your voice never wavering, you make the decision to attempt at switching places with them.

You speak again, “I won’t let you hurt the only two people in the world that I care about with the entirety of my being, and if that means that I have to take their place, then I will.”

“Ah. You are so much like your mother. You know, when Clyde killed her, she was just as stubborn as you’re being right now.”

You visibly stiffen at the unsub’s words. Tensed up as if you were going to lunge at him. Apparently, Spencer noticed as well because he sends you a warning.

“Y/N, careful.”

When Spence speaks, the man hits him with the barrel of the gun, not knocking him out, but leaving a deep cut on his forehead and earning a pained grunt. As Clyde’s accomplice is preoccupied with Spencer, you get up and jump forward in an attempt at getting the gun away from him.

Failing, the man shoves you to the ground and lets off three shots. One of which, hit you in the stomach, making you let out a muffled scream. Right as you are seeing black around the edges, about to slip into unconsciousness, you see Hotch cuffing the man while reading his rights, and you see Spencer and your dad both crying, rush over to you.

The last thing that you felt, was a hand interlocking itself with yours. Probably Spencer’s. And a voice that you unmistakably recognize as your dad’s saying:

“I’ll be here the whole time, Y/N. Stay awake, stay with me. Talk to me! Keep your head up, slugger!”

And with that the darkness invites you in, and you accept the request.

Later you are in the hospital, hooked up to all kinds of tubes, with 3 nurses bustling around running tests. You open your eyes and the first thing you see is your dad.

“Hey, honey. How are you feeling?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I guess I’m not dead so that’s a plus. Wait! Dad, how did I not die? I got shot in the stomach. It didn’t hit any organs?”

You realize it’s awkward to talk with the breathing tube in your nose, so you go to take it out.

“No, Y/N, leave it, it’s helping.”

You look up and see Spencer leaning against the doorway to your room. He has a small bandage over his stitches.

“Spence!” You are about to get up to go to him, but he doesn’t let you. You hear your dad mumble something about being ‘more excited to see your boyfriend than you father’ and how it’s ‘rubbish’.

Spencer engulfs you in a warm hug, making sure not to hurt your stomach.

“The shot just barely missed your kidney. You Miss L/N, are a very lucky woman.”

“Yeah I am. Now that I have you here, Spence.”

The two of you share a kiss, and just sit there, in each other’s arms for what seems like eternity.

It was the best eternity of your life.

[elopez7228]

Scenic Route 4/47

Read on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18268208/chapters/43229774

Start over : https://elopez7228.tumblr.com/post/620919089893933056/scenic-route-0147

Jessica was both overjoyed and terrified when she recognized Rey’s voice over the phone. She was shouting with a mixture of glee and rage about something along the lines of worrying to death and never being happier to hear something in her life.

Noticing Jessica’s sheer levels of anxiety, Rey strategically omitted certain details. She confirmed that she had arrived safely and had spent an unforgettable night in a luxury hotel—all at Finn’s expense, of course. She also downplayed the fact that her phone had run out of battery.

On the other end of the table, Ben Solo was trying very hard to pretend that he wasn’t listening. Rey knew that he didn’t miss a single word she said. She didn’t like the idea of being indebted to him, so she cut the call short, simply asking Jessica to tell the others that she was doing just fine and was having a splendid holiday.

Except for Finn of course. Finn could go die for all she cared. In fact, she really hoped he would.

She handed the phone back to Ben, who was still pretending to be disinterested.

“Problems with the boyfriend?”

Rey narrowed her eyes, dismissing the question as inappropriate.

“None of your business. Thanks for the cellphone. How much do I owe you?”

“Your digits. Then we’re even.”

Was he actually flirting with her? Rey sighed disdainfully.

“After nearly killing me with your Monster Truck, you’re trying to flirt with me? You have some gall, don’t you? Have a nice day, and thank you for the call.”

Picking up her damaged suitcase again, she waved politely to the waitress, who waved back. Then she headed over to the door. At the shopping center, she withdrew 500 dollars in cash, some of which she used to buy an adapter and a shoulder bag. She judged the new bag to be more suited to her trek across the country than her current roller model (which wasn’t doing a whole lot off rolling anyway).

The encounter with Ben Solo kept gnawing at her. The man was both intoxicating and insufferable, like over-sharp cologne that gave you a headache and made it harder to think.  He was a bullish, arrogant show-off—and yet something about him mesmerized her. The way he chewed his lip when he was deep in thought, the constellation of beauty marks on his face, or the involuntary grace in the way he ran his fingers through his hair. It made him seem vulnerable, utterly human. A far cry from the apathetic snark he pretended to be.

Emerging from the shopping center, she peered around the corner to make sure the pickup was no longer parked there.  Reassured that it had disappeared,  she walked over to the Night Owl café in relief now that Ben Solo had left the premises.

The new customers were hipster types, likely students, clad in harem pants, plaid, and oversized glasses. They typed away on their laptops, sipping from fancy drinks graced with floating scoops of ice cream.

“Hello again, can I hang around here while I recharge my phone? Should I order something else?” She asked, approaching the waitress again.

“No need, go ahead and make yourself at home. You can stay as longs as you want. I’m sorry about that annoying customer. Are you alright?”

Manners dictated that Rey should simply have responded fine, thanks, but the words that left her lips instead were “It’s absolute hell, I want to die.”

She blushed immediately, chewing on her lip. What had possessed her to open up to a stranger?

The waitress looked up at the clock mounted on the wall.

“I’ve got some time before the lunch rush, wanna talk? I can make you some fresh squeezed orange juice, it’s loaded with vitamins, it’ll help you recharge,”

“I—well…alright. That’s kind of you. By the way, I’m Rey,”

“I’m Rose, nice to meet you. I have a feeling your trip hasn’t gone to plan. Have you been here long?”

“Since yesterday,” Rey sighed, taking the glass of orange juice that Rose offered. She plopped down onto a bench and when Rose sat across from her, she told her everything: Finn, the wedding, the annulment, Poe, Jessica, the honeymoon trip, Ben Solo and his pickup.

Rose listened attentively, occasionally nodding mhm to encourage  Rey to keep going. Finally she asked, “But how much money do you have for this trip?”

“Not much, really” Rey shrugged, “Finn and I took out a loan to pay for the wedding, but now I have to reimburse the suppliers, give back our apartment, and whatever else I have to budget for the next five years. I’m generally better off the less I spend. It wasn’t the idea of the century to go on a two-week holiday with barely a quid to spare.”

Rose pursed her lips, assessing that last sentence. “I know someone who could use your services, if you’re interested. The job will make you some cash and take you pretty close to San Francisco.”

Rey hesitated. Silent alarm bells went off in her head, a gut instinct to pull away. She responded without thinking, “Is it prostitution or something? Because even if I’m penniless that’s out of the question,”

“No, not at all! It’s completely harmless. It’s just that I don’t have time to do it because of the café and all. No one will force you into anything.”

“Is it drug trafficking? Cannabis?  That’s legal in Colorado, isn’t it? Will I make enemies in the police department?”

“No, none of that,” Rose giggled, “It’s actually just taking a car up to California. And knowing your situation, I thought you could really use a ride. But if you don’t feel like it we can figure something else out.”

“And what does that entail exactly? What’s in this car?”

Rose jotted down a number on a Night Owl business card, handing it to Rey.

“You can contact Leia Skywalker using this number, she’s a friend. She’ll explain everything. I would do it myself but like I said, I just don’t have the time. And it would be a two-way trip for me anyway. You would only be driving one way, it’s totally convenient.”

Rey slipped the card into her pocket and drained her glass, rising to her feet.

“I’ll think about it, thanks a load,”

“You’re welcome, thank you too. I hope it all works out for you…”

Rey threw her bag over her shoulder, taking out her phone, she made her way to the exit.

“Yeah, I hope so too...”

She found herself on the road again. Inside her pocket, her fingers fiddled with the glossy edges of the business card.

The thought of that card in her pocket distracted her throughout the day.

She went to the Black American West Museum on California Street, to broaden her horizons on a culturally and historically relevant fieldtrip. She didn’t retain anything however; distracted by hard realities like not knowing where she was going to sleep that night.

She ate a cheeseburger and an Oreo milkshake at this “Jack in the Box” place, where the hundreds of options at the soft drink machine left her feeling indecisive. Looking at the advertisements, this Jack fellow was an odd mascot who only appealed to American sensibilities; his prim suit contrasted comically with his ballooning head, which looked like it was decorated by a child no older than five.

She travelled on foot to the Santa Fe Art District, where she wandered without really admiring the bright murals and art galleries. It was getting late and she was feeling tired due to the lingering jet lag. She needed a room for the night.

Worn out from her day-long walk, she slumped onto a bench. It was there that she saw the poster, in the corner of a shop window across the street.

Howl at the Moon presents: Kylo & the Knights of Ren, June 30th to July 4th: Free admission

Where had she seen that name before? Kylo and the Knights? What a bizarre name, but why was it so familiar?

It dawned on her. Kylo Ren was written on the bumper sticker of that pickup. The one belonging to what’s-his-face Ben Solo. It was a rock band.

Well, then! Instead of finding a place to sleep, she had stumbled upon the perfect place to spend the evening…

When she made it through the doors at 7 PM, the place was still quiet. It was too early for the show and the scene was deserted. Rey ordered a beer and a club sandwich at the bar. Gritting her teeth, she sat down at a small, empty table in a quiet alcove. She had a good view of the stage while taking up as little space as possible. Why had she come? Objectively, she had no desire to see Ben again, the unbearable arse. And yet—and yet she was curious. If he was any good, she could ostensibly revise her judgement.

The venue filled up slowly as the music blared. The crowd was tight-knit, greeting each other with smiles and pats on the back. The drinks kept flowing all night. At first Rey thought she would garner attention, a girl sitting all alone with her beer. But the crowd thickened, and soon she was safely just another silhouette in a sea of hundreds of others.

The sound of a few stray guitar notes made her look up. The band was onstage. There were seven of them—four women and three men. Clad in that many shades of black, they left no doubt that they were a rock band. They had it all, the leather and denim, Doc Martens, miniskirts and crop tops. Their hairstyles ranged from expertly shaved to long flowing locks and intricate braids. In center stage was Ben Solo (or was it Kylo Ren?) microphone in hand. He chewed on his lip and ran his fingers through his hair, habits that Rey had already picked up on after just two encounters. He had an unusually deep, almost guttural voice—Rey would be lying if she said that her interest wasn’t piqued. The music was a perfect sort of chaos—the melodies hypnotic under the savage rhythm and relentless beat. Rey surprised herself by singing with the crowd, repeating the refrains that she hadn’t memorized yet but which descended upon her ears and lips as though they had always been there.

Realizing that she was finally smiling, Rey thought of how the past hour had rid her of her worries for the first time in a long while. It was cathartic—she felt alive again. She had no desire to leave this place, to go back out there and find a room, as common sense would dictate. She wanted nothing more than to stay there a little while longer, a carefree spirit enjoying the music as she basked in the anonymity of the crowd.

She stayed for just about the entire evening. The band descended into the crowd after the show to drink a few beers with a small group of regulars. They laughed like old friends. Rey couldn’t help but notice their guitarist. Her style was gorgeous punk, complete with an immaculate mohawk and studs in her nose and ears that contrasted beautifully with her ebony skin. She never left Ben’s side. Shoulder to shoulder, her hand on his arm, her subtle touches and accidental brushes seemed to multiply.

Stars, I’ve never seen a girl more madly in love, too bad for her that he doesn’t look like he will ever reciprocate it.

And as though it was meant to contradict her, Ben’s hand shifted to rest on the girl’s hip, subtly pulling her against him. Rey raised the beer bottle to her lips, and found herself eye to eye with him as he looked up.

He was so shocked to see her that he began looking around, perhaps to make sure that it wasn’t one of those tacky hidden camera shows. As nothing continued to happen, he got up and walked in her direction.

The guitarist let him go, but not without seeking a reason for the sudden desertion. Her eyes locked on to Rey. Suddenly, Rey felt that she hadn’t exactly made a new friend.

“Good evening! Lovely concert there, Kylo Ren,” Rey said sweetly as Ben towered over her.

“What are you doing here?”

The question could have been unexpected if she wasn’t so naively spontaneous. Rey took a large swallow of her beer.

“I saw the light and I wandered in, what a small world, right?”

“Denver is a small town. And the nighttime rock scene even is even smaller. I didn’t realize that you liked rock music.”

“Well I don’t mean to brag but I have all sorts of hobbies apart from throwing myself at moving vehicles, really. But we never got around to that. How long have you been playing?”

“A few years.”

He wasn’t talkative and Rey pursed her lips as she scratched her brain for topics of conversation. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the rather impatient guitarist and seized upon the opportunity to ask him about her.

“Lovely guitarist you’ve got there, is she your girlfriend?”

“None of your business.”

Rey took the blow. It was fair play. She finished her beer and turned to leave.

“Well, then! Alright Ben Ren, Kylo Solo, or whatever your name is, thank you for the evening—it was a memorable performance. I had a great time but I ought to leave.”

She rose and slung her bag over her shoulder again, as it caught Ben’s eye.

“New bag? You were right to buy it, your other one was completely useless.”

“Yeah, someone was nice enough to tell me that it didn’t match my outfit. Goodnight, then.”

She had only taken a few steps toward the exit when he called out behind her:

“Where will you be staying tonight, Rey from England?”

“Nowhere. I’m a free woman in the Land of the Free.”

Her response was drowned out by the voices of late-night conversations between party diehards and smokers who congregated in packs near the door. Rey was feeling lightheaded and tipsy; she took a few wobbly steps onto the sidewalk before he called her name.

“Rey, wait!”

She turned around to see Ben cutting through the crowd in her direction, as she hit the lamppost hard. I must really be drunk then, she reasoned before giving in to the darkness.

[qtcomicsblog]

Justice league unleashed fan episode 5 “Grand theft javelin”

Justice league Unleashed "Grand theft Javelin" Night time at the Watchtower the league are in the hall as jessica is preparing to show them something in the hangar Jessica: Now everyone, you all maybe wondering why i called you all here? Hawkgirl: Does it have anything to do with matching footie pajamas? Jessica: No, i was gonna talk about that next week. I've been working on a little project and i'm ready to show all of you Superman: ok jessica lets see it Jessica:Alright everybody, Behold! Flash: What are we suppose to be beholding? Jessica: Huh? She turns around and sees the hangar is empty Jessica: AAAUUGGHH! IT'S GONE! Hawkgirl: Wait wasn't the javelin in here? Someone steal the Javelin?! Superman: Excuse me? Wonder woman: huh? Jessica: How did this happen?! Hawkgirl: WHO DID IT?! Somewhere in the sky the javelin is flying through the clouds and supergirl is piloting it Supergirl: Oh yeah! The league are outside on a roof Wonder woman: How did you lose the javelin?! Jessica: It wasn't my fault! Superman: Fighting will get us nowhere, lets just find it ok J'onn: Now if we're going to find it we'll need help Superman: Their's only one person that comes to mind At the Batcave batman is at the bat-computer and the league busts through the ceiling Superman: BATMAN! Batman: Clark, you have 10 seconds to tell me why you bust through my ceiling Flash: Someone stole the javelin! Jessica: Not my fault! Flash: And with need your help to find it. Batman: I'm busy. Superman: Come on bruce you can't just turn away, we need your help and who else than the worlds greatest detective Batman: Time's up. Batman presses a button and a giant pipe tube sucks in the league and are thrown out of the batcave. They are on the ground in a pile. Hawkgirl: Well i saw that coming. Jessica: I guess we better do it ourselves, lets go rough up some villains J'onn: But where do we start? Flash: i know a place, back in central city. The Javelin zooms by in the air as supergirl laughs. The league arrives at the bar. Flash: Alright this is the place. Jessica bust through the door. Everyone in the bar looks at them. Jessica walks in looking all tough. Bartender: Can i help you with anything? Jessica: Yeah, Me and my associates are looking for a super powered jet. You see one around here. Bartender: Depends, are you a cop? Jessica: Not exactly, i'm like a space cop. I'm a green lantern. Bartender: Oh really. The bartender presses a button under the bar Hawkgirl: Uh jess I don't think this is working Flash: Uh guys... The league sees that the entrance is being blocked by Villains. Jessica: Oh... Thug 1: You put alot of our buddies in the slammer Justice freaks the only way you're getting outta here is in a black bag with a zipper in the front Thug 2: A body bag Thug 1: They know what it is! J'onn: Perhaps we should've plan this better The villains close in on them Bartender: I'm going on my break. The bartender goes outside. Sounds of fighting from the bar echo outside. The front door opens and the league walks out unscaved Superman: Well that lead us nowhere Wonder woman: Yeah, and i think i scuffed my boots in that fight J'onn: We should keep going Jessica: Thanks for nothing bad guys! The villains in the bar are all beat up in a pile Hawkgirl: now what?! Jessica: Hey guys! I just remembered something, i put an emergency shutdown protocol in the javelin! Jessica pulls out a small remote Jessica: All we gotta do is press this button and the javelin will shut down and land and all we have to do is use the tracker to find it Wonder woman: What?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU COULD'VE DONE THAT THE WHOLE TIME?! Jessica: Yeah, i uh... forgot. ALRIGHT! Jessica presses the button and the tracker finds the javelins location Jessica: I found it lets go! Back at the javelin supergirl is under the hood trying to get the javelin working again Supergirl: uh stupid shutdown protocol. An ice cream truck stops next to the javelin and harley quinn walks out Harley: The leagues super jet? Here? Harley sees supergirl under the hood Harley: Hey goodie goodie need some roadside assistance? Supergirl: Huh? Harley: Huh, Big blues little sister? Supergirl: Wha? I'm his cousin! Harley: Could've fooled me Supergirl: Why are you here clown? Harley: I was taking a stroll in my ice cream truck when i saw the leagues jet and i thought i might spend some time making fun of them. Then i find out it's just you here. Supergirl: umm hmm Supergirl hears something in the distance Supergirl: huh? Uh oh. She hears the league coming her way. Supergirls face turns pale. Harley is sucking on a Popsicle Harley: Hey what's with you? You look like you got hit with scarecrows fear gas. Supergirl grabs harley and goes into the ice cream truck Harley: Hey, what's the big idea?! Supergirl: Just hang on tight. Supergirl start the truck and drives off in high speed. The league arrives at the javelin Jessica: That was harley! Flash: Yeah but who was the one with her? Wonder woman: I know that color scheme anywhere, because it's your color scheme kal Everyone says the same name Superman: Kara! Wonder woman: Kara! Jessica: Kara! Flash: Kara! Hawkgirl: Kara! J'onn: Kara! Jessica: Ofcourse it was kara why didn't we think of it before Hawkgirl: Uh guys they're getting away. Wonder woman: Come on we can get them on the javelin Jessica stops them Jessica: WAIT! Right now is the perfect time to introduce the new features i added to the javelin. Hawkgirl: Really? Now? Jessica: Yes now, observe. Jessica presses a button on the remote. The Javelin begins to transform, it gets a more bulky look much like an armored van and it gets 6 large wheels. Jessica: I introduce to you, The Javelin "ON ROADER!" Everyone is silent and confused Jessica: Get it? On roader, like an off roader but the javelin has wheels so it can drive on the road? Superman: We get it lets just go In the ice cream truck supergirl is speeding through traffic Harley: SLOW! FAST! BREAK! BREAK! BREAK! Supergirl drives pass an old lady crossing the street. The on roader javelin is following behind them. Jessica: now that auto pilot is engaged allow me to show you around the new Javelin On Roader. Jessica shows them the workings of the javelin on roader Jessica: Over there is navigation, Over here is a "what for it?" Seat controls for each specific member, and there is the... Wonder woman: Soft serve Ice cream Machine!?! Wonder woman opens her mouth over the nozzle and pour ice cream into it Jessica: All for you diana Wonder woman: It's beautiful! The javelin turns a corner bumping into things Superman: JESSICA WATCH THE ROAD! Jessica: I wouldn't need to if you would just take your seat Superman: Huh? Jessica pushes a button and a chair appears Jessica: It's the big one with your logo and your exact lumbar settings Superman: Amazing Jessica: Captain the com is yours! Superman sits down and floors it catching up with kara and harley Harley: You stole the javelin from the justice league? I thought i was crazy, but you just a mad woman! Supergirl: I am not taking the fall for this! Harley: But what can they do to you? Supergirl: What are you nuts, the league are monsters! They make me clean the entire watchtower without my powers and diana will make me watch educational show while eating plain steamed broccoli. The javelin pull up beside the ice cream truck Wonder woman: Kara i know you're in there i can see your S, Kara! Wonder woman clears her throat Wonder woman: Oh Kara if you stop right i swear no punishment will befall you, i give you my oath as an amazon Supergirl: That is a lie, they're gonna lay into me if they catch me! Supergirl speeds up Flash: We gotta stop that truck! Jessica: I'll stop it with the Blast cannon! Jessica aims a cannon at the truck Wonder woman: Jessica harley's in there! Jessica: Can i atleast go semi-lethal? Everyone yells Superman: NO! Wonder woman: NO! Flash: NO! Hawkgirl: NO! J'onn: NO! Jessica scoffs Jessica: Uh you never let me shine! Fine harpoon hooks it is Jessica shoves her ring into a slot and construct harpoon hooks shoots out of the side cannons and hook onto the truck. Wonder woman and flash climb onto the chains Wonder woman: Alright clown, stop that truck full of delicious ice cream! Jessica: Yeah hand over the fugitive! Supergirl: Don't snitch me out bro! Wonder woman and flash walk across the chains Supergirl: Do something Quinn! Harley: Well since you put it that way Harley pushes a button. The back of the truck opens up from the middle and the ice cream on to of the truck turns into a cannon Harley: I SCREAM! YOU SCREAM! WE ALL SCREAM! FOR ICE CREEEEAAAMMM!!!! Flash: That doesn't look good Harley loads the cannon with ice cream Harley: Have some tooty fruity! Harley fires a barrage of ice cream scoops at them Superman: Watch out! The ice cream hits the windshield Jessica: Hey watch the paint bucko! They speed up Superman: Jessica what else you got in this thing? Jessica: Ofcourse i do, hawkgirl would you mind pressing the pad on your station? Hawkgirl sees the rectangular pad Hawkgirl: You mean this? Hawkgirl presses it. Side launchers open up from outside and fires spiked balls. One of the spiked balls hit a street light and explode Jessica: I call them "Mace mines!" Specially made just for you. Hawkgirl: They're so destructive, reminds me of Thanagar. Hawkgirl get misty eyed Jessica: are you about to cry? Hawkgirl: No! SHUT UP! LETS GO GET THAT LITTLE TROUBLEMAKER! Harley reloads the ice cream cannon Harley: Exploding spikes huh, how about a big ol' scoop of, EXTRA ROCKY ROAD! Harley fires the ice cream Flash: Oh no. Flash dodges the ice cream shots. Diana eats the ice cream scoops. Diana is chewing Diana: We gonna take out that cannon Flash: I got an idea An ice cream scoop hit flash in the face and he falls off Wonder woman: Flash! Flash rolls on the ground. he gets back up and runs after them. Harley is still firing and diana is still eating the shots, she catches alot of them in her shield and eats out of it like a bowl. Flash runs up to the side of the ice cream truck. Supergirl sees him and freaks out and tries to hit him. He runs so fast he turns into electricity itself and goes into the trucks motor and talks through the radio. Flash: You are in so much trouble! Supergirl: AAUUGGHH!! She screams and punches the radio, the force cause the whole truck to flip over. Wonder woman flips up and lands on the windshield while still eating the ice cream Superman: What the...? The Javelin stops. Still in his lightning form flash leaves the truck and goes to the javelin and turns normal again. The league steps out and diana finishes the ice cream. Harley and supergirl crawl out of the truck. Harley: That's it I'm out! THIS IS BETWEEN YOU AND THE LEAGUE, I'M THE INNOCENT BYSTANDER! Harley pulls out her hammer and activate the rocket turbines and spins out of control away from the scene Supergirl: Wait, Wait, DON'T LEAVE ME! The league stay behind her looking disappointed Superman: I literally have no words to describe how disappointed i am of you. So diana's gonna say it for me. Supergirl hangs her head in shame Wonder woman: You, YOU, RECKLESS IRRESPONSIBLE! YOU ARE GONNA BE CLEANING THE ENTIRE WATCHTOWER FOR A MONTH YOUNG LADY! FOLLOWED BY MOWING THE LAWN CLEANING THE FOUNTAIN! WHILE EATING A GIGANTIC HELPING OF STEAMED BROCCOLI! END.

[levihauser]

稲刈り

25 September, 2019

My jet lag is starting to finally disappear. I am beginning to sleep in until my alarm more often than before, and am not going to bed at 8:30 every night.

I have been settling more and more into the school routine. I started biking to school, and am enjoying it a lot (despite the fact that the bike isn’t very good and it’s flat all the way there-not very interesting). I met with a student from my high school that is applying to go on exchange with Rotary next year. At the meeting, I offhandedly mentioned that there was a textbook I was looking for to learn Japanese. The next day, I came into class and sitting on my desk was the textbook-it must have been hard to find, being English-language. The teacher had gone all the way to Kanazawa and bought it for me. The new textbook has been helping me study Japanese more proactively, so that’s good too.

This past weekend, I was picked up by a Rotarian and brought to the Hakusan International Exchange Salon (a room in the Cultural Hall for studying Japanese and the culture of Japan) to sign up for Japanese lessons. We were briefly there, and set up my first lesson for early October. I’m having difficulty believing that it’s almost October already! I hit the one-month mark of my exchange yesterday, in fact. After the trip to the Salon, my host father and I had a late lunch at a ramen restaurant. We returned home, and I was given 30 second notice that I was being taken to a private taiko lesson in Kanazawa by a relative who is a teacher. That kind of very short notice characterizes my life here in Japan. That night, I had natto (fermented soybeans and some other stuff, generally regarded as being the worst-tasting Japanese food by foreigners) for the first time. It was every bit as bad as I expected.

The next day, I was picked up early by my fourth host dad, Mr. Nishikawa. He is a Rotarian as well. He drove me to his daughter’s family’s house and dropped me off there. They have two young girls. After briefly letting me play their piano, we all piled in their car and drove to the Noto Peninsula. Last time I don’t think I mentioned it, but a short section of highway along the 3-hour drive is called Melody Road. It has ruts over the entire road (sort of like the ones on painted lines that tell you when you are straying out of your lane) that are spaced so as to create different pitches for different lengths of time as you drive over them, so it plays a song while you drive along. We arrived (after lots of squabbling by the two children in the backseat next to me) at a building with a giant tatami room next to some small rice fields. There were other families with small children there-I was the oldest non-adult present. After talking for a bit and receiving a speech, we were given boots and sickles (yes, even the 4-year-olds got sickles) and went out into the light rain. We started cutting the rice in one of the small fields, then tying it into bundles and loading it onto a truck to be brought back up. After we cut about 1/16 of the field, we were told to stop. We returned to the building and waited for a while, then watched while some of our rice (now reduced to the grains, they had removed the straw) was put into a pressurizing machine, then let go so that it puffed up. Then, one of the employees at the rice farm mixed some sugary mixture in, and everyone was given sugary puffed rice as a snack. We had lunch with rice balls made from our rice, then departed. Next, we drove to a famous rice farm perched on terraces on the edge of the ocean:

It was fantastic! We came sort of in between seasons, so it wasn’t brilliant, but this is one of the most photographed spots in Japan at other times. We drove to Kanazawa and had sushi for dinner, then I was dropped off at my fourth host dad’s house. They have a beautiful baby grand piano that I was allowed to test out before Mr. Nishikawa brought me back to the Mutohs’.

The next day was Monday, but it was a day off from school for me because of the equinox (I think that’s a great idea, USA. Why not give it a try?). I was a little bored in the morning, so my host mother suggested that I take the train to Kanazawa and do something fun there. I had never ridden a train before, so she and I went to the station together. However, it was very windy because of the aftermath of a recent typhoon, so the trains to Kanazawa were not running. My host father took me out to buy sweets. We got a lot, including dango and ice cream. My host mother had been shopping. Just as we were settling down to enjoy our ice cream, she came home, and unloaded 6 huge boxes of sweets that she had bought. Great minds think alike, I guess, but now we have a lot of candy. We went to a Chinese restaurant they like for dinner.

Yesterday and today were both fairly normal days of school. Yesterday, we started learning the guitar in music class and I got a chance to try the beautiful grand piano in the music room. Today, I received the rest of my school uniform (I had not received all of it initially), so that was a relief. That just about sums it up. I didn’t take too many pictures (just a few more of that rice farm with the terraces, plus one of a frog on our front gate. I am not going to publish them here because I think it’s unnecessary, but if you really want to see them, you can just ask me), so I am sorry.

[scribemallow]

kirburbia ch. 12 - popsicle

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Meta Knight and Dedede stumble out of the karaoke bar a solid hour and a half later, drunk on laughter and exaggerated singing. Lost in the moment, they’re blinded by the daylight of an Oklahoman summer when they emerge from the darkness, Meta Knight wincing as the light hits his eyes.

“Who let it be so bright out here?”

“Beats me. Geez, and it’s so warm too. I miss that air conditioning.” Meta Knight nods in sympathy, resisting the urge to point out that while Dedede is in what he calls a “Hawaiian shirt” Meta Knight went out of the house in a blue turtleneck. “Want to go get some ice cream before we’re out of the city entirely?”

Meta Knight smiles. “Yeah, I’d like that.” Dedede pulls out his car keys, presses a single button, then invites Meta to climb in on the seat next to him when he opens the sizeable doors.

“We have air conditioning in here, too.” Dedede presses a black button with exaggerated effect, and Meta Knight can hear the satisfying jets of cool air pump in.

“A wonderful carriage indeed.”

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As Dedede drives, Meta Knight realizes that he hasn’t been to this bit of the city yet. Dedede insisted on showing him around for a while when he arrived, but not this part. It’s lusher than the rest of the city, framed with plants and grasses that provide some shade from the sun.

“This is a new place.” Meta Knight mutters.

“It’s hard to get parked around here, and easy to get all caught up in the roads. Cuz it’s the park district. But I’m doin’ this for you!” He grins and gives Meta Knight a quick thumbs up before returning his hand to the wheel. And Meta Knight notices that, yes, there’s a lot of traffic around them and fewer parking spaces than usual.

 No wonder. It’s very nice.

After a while of twists and turns across the roadway, Dedede finds a place and parks, once more offering Meta Knight his hand getting out of the car. The light is dappled through the canopy of the trees which encircle a wide stretch of grass. In the far corner of the green is a large café, and closer to Meta Knight and Dedede is a single truck.

“What’s that truck doing there? I don’t see any ice cream.”

“Aha,” Dedede exclaims “your questions are one and the same! See, the ice cream is inside that truck. We just go up to it and order, and the guy in the van will just hand it to us from the window!”

“How do they get the ice cream in the truck without it melting?”

Dedede shrugs. “I dunno. Look, however they do it, it’s great.” Meta Knight considers that to be a sufficient answer, and he starts making his way to the truck before Dedede can even tell him to. “Hey! Wait up!”

“Don’t be so slow, then.”

“Why- this is how you’re gonna treat me now, huh?” Dedede shouts. Meta Knight knows that on the surface it’s accusatory, but he can’t help but notice a tinge of fondness in Dedede’s words. He slows down his pace to allow for Dedede to catch up with him, and he pats Dedede on the back when he does.

“Hey, big guy.”

“I can’t have you running away from me like a naughty dog, Meta Knight.”

“I’ll stay right by your side, then.” Meta Knight links his arm through Dedede’s, maintaining his pace all the while. Dedede looks at him with confusion at first, but then laughs and allows it to continue as they march towards the truck. They laugh together whenever Meta Knight tugs slightly to encourage Dedede, or throw him off his balance as a joke. Dedede does the same, eliciting giggles from Meta Knight until he’s wheezing with laughter.

“I won’t make it easy for you!”

And another second later they’re right behind the truck.

“Other side, genius.”

Dedede shrugs off Meta Knight’s joking insult and thanks his luck that there’s a short enough queue that Meta Knight can decide but not one so long that it’ll hold them up. They end up standing behind a tall brunette and her young daughter- Kirby’s age, Meta Knight thinks- as they look at the menu.

“Decided yet, Meta?”

“I decided long ago.”

Dedede giggles. “I’m having the orange creamsicle.”

The woman and her daughter leave, allowing Dedede and Meta Knight to stand at the front of the queue. Dedede puts on his most diplomatic smile and speaks.

“Hi, I’d like an orange creamsicle please. Meta, what do you want?” Meta Knight gives Dedede a sharp look, but speaks anyway.

“I’d like the cola popsicle, please. And some soft serve with the strawberry syrup.”

“You’re getting two ice creams!?”

“One of them is a popsicle, actually.” Meta Knight points out. Dedede grumbles under his breath, but he hands the money over to the cashier anyway, rolling his eyes as he does.

“You got me there, I guess.” They stand for a minute while the man behind the window slowly prepares Meta Knight’s ice cream. Then Dedede asks something.

“Hey, can we get an, uh… grape popsicle? As well as that, thanks.” He slides over another dollar bill to the guy, who places one on the counter.” Dedede then turns to Meta Knight. “You know, for Kirby. He’ll feel left out otherwise.”

Oh yeah, Kirby. He’ll be out of there soon, and he’ll be in the mood for some kind of snack… Something in Meta Knight’s heart sinks when he thinks about picking Kirby up again. He cares about Kirby a lot, but he likes having fun with Dedede too. Even if they annoy each other. Dedede seems to enjoy it too. And they can cuss without Kirby around, and make tons of noise. The kind of thing he doesn’t get to experience very often. Dedede picks up their order, shuffles the ice cream cone and popsicle over to Meta Knight, takes his own then begins walking back to the car.

“I’ll drive quick so they don’t melt before we get to Kirby. Oh, and you see that café in the corner?” Dedede stops and points to the building Meta Knight saw before. Meta Knight nods.

“That’s one of my favourite places. ‘S called Super Coffee Bros. Lots of fun people, family owned. We should go there sometime.”

“I’d like that, Dedede. I’ve had fun with you today, even without Kirby.”

“Hey, I’m glad you didn’t even have a bad time with just me.”

“Do you want to sing in the car, maybe?”

“With you? Always.”

[hermiddlesister-blog]

Boy

Everything hurt. Scattered pieces of gravel dig into his face.  His right arm throbs underneath him.  “This is what a pinata must feel like,” he thinks to himself. But unlike a pinata, he isn’t filled with candy.  He isn’t filled with anything.

Earlier that evening, he lost his dinner outside the McDonalds when a goose flew down and snatched the burger from his hands just as he was about to take a big juicy bite.  A couple hours after, he falls down the concrete steps of his porch.  Yikes.  Now, he wonders what would happen if he just stayed down there on the on cool pavement.  He would probably miss his night shift. But he couldn’t do that because had  to make the money back from when someone hacked into his bank account and bought 12 jet skis.  Double yikes. He peels himself from the porch-lit ground and continues his walk to work.  He would normally drive, but his car door was stolen last week.  Yikes 3x.

This is how his life has always been.  Unlucky event after unlucky event, he gets back up, just until Miss Fortune strikes again; and she visits frequently.  His unluckiness is so common that it has been personified into a recurring character in his life.  His mom and sisters cleverly and insensitively thought of the name.  He is impressively resilient considering how one time a bird pooped on his chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream cone, from which he unknowingly took a long greedy lick.  What made it worse was that he was on a date, his first date ever, and the girl didn’t appreciate the way he spat out the cookie dough bird poop swirl all over her face and into her mouth.  

5 blocks away from work.  His stomach says, “Hi.”  Good thing he gets free food from work.

He thinks about this date and about how birds are his enemies as he walks.  He thinks about his first date all the time, not because he’s in love with the girl, but because it was the first time a girl took interest in him.  And he didn’t think that would ever happen considering his luck.  The truth is that he wants a girlfriend, badly, so so badly.  But the only other nonfamilial female who seems to love him is Miss Fortune.  Because of her, his Friday nights usually consist of watching and rewatching rom coms with his mom and sisters.  But it isn’t a bad time.  He’s actually grown to appreciate these movies.  And now he even yearns to have a rom com type of love.  

4 blocks away from work.  A trash can clatters to the ground on his right.  He shrieks.

Horror fills his body.  An old ugly cat struts out from behind the fallen trash can.   He mentally damns Miss Fortune to hell.  He’s allergic to cats, his eyes will swell into tomatoes if its hair gets near his face.  He speed walks down the street. The cat follows him.

3 blocks away from work. The cat continues to trail him.  It follows his every right and left turn.  

The cat doesn’t bother him too much because it walks a good four feet to his right.  In fact, he minimally enjoys its presence.  It’s better than being all alone on a dark street.  He glances down at the cat, but his eyes catch something else, something prettier: a 100 dollar bill.  Not even a minute after shoving the money in his pocket his friend pulls up next to him in his truck and offers him a ride to work.  Maybe he really did damn Miss Fortune all the way to hell.

3:15AM.  He gets dropped off in the parking lot of the 24 hour diner where he works.

He walks across the lot and hears a sweet meow.  Behind him, the cat stares up into his eyes. It seems like Miss Fortune retired and this cat had recast her in his life.   He questions how the cat could have possibly followed his friend’s speeding car–

“Oh my god you found my cat” a relieved voice says from the diner door.  He turns to find the girl who said it.  They look at each other and smile

[the-firebird69]

New products today

SIM every one on the manufacturer label or a subsidiary

Shaving cream a full line

Razors men's women's all types

Shampoo soaps detergents cleaners absorbent clothe products associated cleaning products. All of Amazon ours

Tons of metal products

Huge vats of all dumped remade it sucked even tooth paste substandard. Too many contaminants

All food stuffs of Amazon

Food of the world will be ours shortly we kill any and all crops if Florida. Mostly have too hydroponic Inc underground etc all. Taken daily.

Huge racks if beef here gone poultry ice cream all had human additives ready to go in. We hate you Macs yiur idiots too.

We use it your planned threat. Haulted all shipping globally took them all. Worked feverishly restored trade use some old we chose like mad now. Use our areas he stares yes they are much more secure and clear.

We take more and more daily. Huge vessels too. More than we need no. 1/3 ours growing fast. We took all Jason's and bja today take more tommorrow we look like Macs. They are shut down soon. We use thier talk. The beer hall a success the Circus gambling casino a hit. We used it today all the ideas for it grew internationally are very hit over there after us cool off leave get hot we use it

Huge clowns 12 foot. They parade jaws around due to it. Say we hv that.

Beer hall full circus here full all over full. We 're installed the merrygo round added our advertisement. They took it down then put it up. Tons liked it. Came saw the rides. Huge grandstands tons of foods. Promised actors and clowns there where it was.

Schwarzenegger and Stallone. They heard you and ran no time. Told had to. Other literally ran.

Fun ok.

We placed them all over. Kiosks too. Huge ones. We put a kiosk and car electric only in Sarasota mall. Charges fully in 20 minutes or less. They ran there in the kiosk for hours a line formed. Tons of ppl showed.

We filled ten room sized VR kiosk all day.

Tons went huge requests for more. Ok you can try. We tried got in two there on hypervtruck one fast car top end. They lived it. Huge business. A few rascals. Tom cruise came in wearing my jacket. No but ok. He was pleased bought two lambo one of our Supercars and a Hypertruck. Up in the air huge tires big engine lots of accessories real roll cage and bars. Lights push bar and they love the horn. It's huge yes ok a ships horn more like a train yes some here have them. Louder though. Bigger damage safe tires. Cages roll bars are real and shiny as heck chrome....huge accessory list lots of partybtype doo dads mega sound system.

Huge dealership going in up the road we got it earlier. Compete. Boats rv SUV bikesdirt bikes large boats jet skis some are skiis. Mini cars go carts golf carts and yes plans for our Putzer. Biden wants the driving range can't...ok good course. We do the driving range accross the street. Put in an hp sky bridge. Probably from nd no but similar high and enclosed a view station of the course.

It's an odd experience. He sees thier affect on him.

Wow can't stop.no. them. Oh.

Wow it's bad

Heard it all day.

The cars rules they want you in one...a new one. The other dealers. Then they try to sell you one. No money. Truck. One really. O that's none. Harsh bad wrong. And to t.v. you compare. On a track yeh. Then we'll. No dough.

We do this put them in our entertainment center. Gotbthe high perf package. Left modified installed safety gearcremoved bobles and such on ours too. We hv it. Is up.

Asked us to provide one here. We shall garage off campus or staff onsite they agreed.

So down The street 24 7 lambo and Porsche and SIM Ferrari tries now and Borgati more now. We put several in. 5 SIM Suped Supercars. Bg builds a Super car calls it Superman. Will mk it strong.

They accept. We offer drinks cigars no. Hmm a small kiosk ok. Cigars and whiskey after. Cold beer. Our Cuban reincarnates they like it install thier own t.v. pre embargo.

Tons sign up.

Racing but mild. Areimited unless ok by staff

Hera Zues

Thor Freya

Olympus

Hera Zues

[the-rain-shall-fall]

「My Desire is...」

BEWARE OF ANGST! I blame my waifu @when-stars-go-dim​ for this one. GIVING ME ANGST IDEAS WHEN ALL I WANT IS VANDERFLOOF! ok, I also had fun writing this so maybe I’m also to blame. catching up on Vanderweek 2.0

Day 4: Aspiration (Desire)

‘Saeran had met his untimely death due to an accident. Vanderwood did not take this well and resorted to making a deal with the Devil to bring him back. But one must always know... you must never make a deal with the Devil.’

[Also on AO3]

It took them all by surprise. It wasn’t the end of the world – the sun was high up in the sky at 2 p.m. and the streets were bustling with people. There was a sudden downpour but it wasn’t as if that was new in Seoul, when spring changes to summer. It was a nice day – it had been a nice day. Saeyoung’s bunker was littered again with empty HBC bags and Dr. Pepper cans, and Vanderwood was forced to clean it up for him. Saeran had to go out and buy some snacks, giving the brunet a rare kiss on the cheek before he went away, blushing to the roots of his hair.

Vanderwood should’ve gone with him.

Next thing he knew, there had been breaking news of a collision. A truck driver lost his brakes and ultimately panicked, losing control over the wheel. 9 people dead, 3 injured. At first, it didn’t make any impact on them until the pictures of the victims were flashed on the screen.

Saeyoung dropped his Dr. Pepper which would normally piss the fuck off of Vanderwood but even he dropped his cleaning supplies. There, on the flat screen, was a flash of Saeran’s sweater, torn and bloody. Even with the blurred, monochrome footage, the sweater was easily recognized.

It was a flurry of movements after that, both men cursing and jumping into the hacker’s cherry red convertible before zooming off to the site of the accident, probably breaking more than a few traffic rules but they couldn’t care less. Saeran couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t.

Choi Saeran’s funeral came a few days after.

Vanderwood stood motionless, eyes transfixed on the coffin of his lover being lowered 6 feet under. As the RFA wept and sobbed, he was eerily silent. He felt numb – he had already been crying far too much this past few days, he didn’t think he could shed more tears. Even as the others went their ways, he stood there together with Saeyoung. Even as it suddenly rained, they stood there and if it weren’t for Yoosung and V’s coaxing, they wouldn’t have moved a muscle.

Soon, days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months. Saeyoung moved to a new place because the bunker had too many memories and he didn’t think he could work in that place anymore. The red-head needed to distract himself and staying in the bunker won’t do any good. Vanderwood moved out of his place and took refuge in the bunker, staying in Saeran’s room and merely going out for food and the occasional bathroom before cooping back in his former lover’s room.

The former agent knew it wasn’t healthy, that he had to start accepting the fact that Saeran was gone and will never come back but the pain was far too much. He would reminisce about the mornings where he’d wake the red-head up, only to be met by grumblings and curses, and the only way to make him rose from his slumber would be a mug of ice cream that later on became a plate of pancakes.

Vanderwood would sometimes find himself missing – actually missing – the rambunctious duo and their unending bantering that he’d find himself in the middle of, most of the time. But he knew that won’t happen because Saeyoung was trying so hard to accept and move on and here he was, still stuck in the past. He sometimes would argue with himself, pointing out the fact that he should do the fucking same but another side of him couldn’t do it. The brunet couldn’t, for some reason, move on from the same fucking spot he had been ever since he saw his lover’s lifeless, bloody body.

“What’s this? The smell of sweet, sweet despair~?” The brunet was immediately on his feet. How could someone enter the bunker without sounding the alarms? He made sure to set them right, that even when Saeyoung would visit, the alarms would notify him.

“Don’t fret, Mary Vanderwood 3rd. I am someone who wants to help.” Eerie red eyes narrowed and a smirk adorned the face of the man. With his olive skin and long, jet black hair, the stranger seemed too… ephemeral to be human. The former agent’s senses screamed ‘danger’ but he had no way of getting out as the stranger blocked the doorway. Not to mention, no one outside the RFA knew his whole name.

“What do you want?”

“I am here to fulfill your greatest desire.” His greatest desire was to bring Saeran back to life, but that’s impossible. And yet, as if reading his mind, the man raised a perfectly arched brow, as if he prompted Vanderwood to test him. Huffing, the brunet glared at the stranger and turned away only to feel a hand on his chin, his body suddenly stiff as if frozen.

“Just say it, Vanderwood.” The smooth, velvety voice coaxed him, urged something in him to say the words he wanted to say ever since the funeral. It felt like he was a puppet, his lips moving before he could even stop them. He felt as if he were making a deal with the Devil himself. Enticing, captivating, and oh so dangerous.

“I want Saeran back.”

***

To say he was confused was an understatement.

The bunker was unoccupied, no Hyung or Vanderwood in sight. He had to hack into the bunker’s system – why was it even changed? He even had a few people running away from him for no good reason. He hadn’t been missing or anything, so what was with the sudden treatment?

He tracked Saeyoung’s computer only to see he was living in an apartment. Weird. His idiot hyung won’t do that – he’d rather spend his days hidden from the sun inside his beloved bunker. Besides… where was his lover? Where was Vanderwood? The bunker looked like as if it had been abandoned, but his room was clean. Did Vandy clean it? Why only his room and not the rest of the place?

Saeran decided to give his brother a visit only to be met by screaming and a lampshade being thrown at him.

“You’re already dead!”

What? But he wasn’t. He had been shopping for some snacks and Vanderwood’s cigarettes. He even had the bag back in the bunker. What was Saeyoung talking about?

It had taken a few newspaper clippings and video footages to convince Saeran that he, indeed, died 7 months ago. And it took a few pokes and touches and hugs to convince Saeyoung that his twin brother was very, very much alive. That he wasn’t hallucinating or talking to a ghost.

“Vanderwood vanished about a month ago, Saeran. No one has heard of him – not even Jumin’s contacts has seen him or even caught wind of him.” Saeyoung said while nibbling on his bottom lip. The younger of the twins looked at his lap. If he did die 7 months back, how was he alive today? Perhaps it has something to do with Vanderwood’s disappearance?

Saeran spent the next few days in the bunker, not wanting it to be left alone. Even though he wasn’t used to cleaning (the brunet was always there), he tried and eventually got the hang of it. He spent days and nights searching for any trace of Vanderwood, but no such luck.

It had been another rainy day.

He was walking back home from his short trip to the convenient store when he spotted a car driving straight towards him. A sense of déjà vu hit him; his feet froze on the spot as he waited for his demise. Screams were all he heard as he waited for the impact, but there wasn’t any. He opened his eyes to look at the man he had been searching since his ‘revival.’

“Vandy…” The red-head gripped the other’s shirt and huddled close, shaking in his embrace. He was saved by Vanderwood of all people, but what was with the silence? Saeran looked up at the former agent only to see a confused look on his face. He blinked – why was the brunet so quiet?

He was helped on his feet but Saeran was left watching Vanderwood walk away as if he wasn’t anyone of importance. Ire rose in the red-head as he grabbed the former agent’s coat. The brunet immediately had an iron grip on his hand, the younger one wincing a bit but he remained defiant.

“Vandy…? Don’t you remember me?” Saeran asked, a bit scared but he needed to know why his love was acting indifferent. The older man stayed silent, confusion still on his handsomely irritated face. “Vanderwood. Answer me, dammit!”

He would soon regret asking that after hearing the brunet’s words.

“Who’s Vanderwood?”

[havekiddoswilltravel]

Why Families Should Visit San Juan, Puerto Rico Post Hurricane Maria

Spring Break Adventures to San Juan with Kids

The Island of Puerto Rico is still recovering from Hurricane Maria which devastated much of the tourism industry. My husband and I visited San Juan in May of 2017 just months before the category 5 hurricane left our favorite resort there in ruins. We were sad to see that the San Juan Ritz is still closed as of our April 2019 trip to San Juan.

Why San Juan: While Puerto Rico is still in post hurricane recovery mode, it’s in much better shape than the last time we visited one-week post Hurricane Maria, as a departure port for our Adventure of the Seas 7 Night Caribbean Cruise. While we homeschool our three younger children, our eldest daughter’s Spring Break landed dead smack in the middle of two dance team commitments for our kids. Thus, we ended up with just 4 days and 3 nights to pull off a getaway. Last month, I took advantage of a Jet Blue deal to Santo Domingo for kid 1’s mother – daughter 13th Birthday yes trip. Three weeks prior to Spring Break, I scored another Jet Blue deal out of JFK, this time to San Juan, Puerto Rico. Though we live in Connecticut, we’re always willing to drive to NYC when we score deals out of JFK that make flying as a family of six more reasonable. Thank you, Jet Blue.

How we got there: Once again, we booked a 5 am flight out of JFK, but this time decided to drive into NYC the night before in order to enjoy a Dominican Sushi lunch at Mama Sushi. Yummy. If you’ve never tried platano maduros on sushi and don’t want to travel all the way to Dominican Republic or Puerto Rico to try this delicacy, I highly recommend a road trip to Manhattan to Mama Sushi. We found out about Mama Sushi via Facebook and Pero Like and decided that our departure out of JFK gave us a perfect excuse to enjoy this restaurant. We spent the night at a Marriott near JFK and were up at 2:30 am and ready to drive to the airport. Going through the TSA pre check security line was a breeze and we were sitting at the same departure gate that kid 1 and I had used 2 weeks prior for our mother daughter yes trip to Santo Domingo.

Where we stayed: On prior trips to San Juan, we’ve stayed at the San Juan Ritz Carlton, the Marriott Resort & Stellaris and Casino and on this trip decided to try the Hyatt House which I booked via AirBnB. We booked at 1 Bedroom, Bay View Suite with a separate living room and full kitchen that comfortably accommodated our family of 6. As our children are getting older, I’m finding it more difficult to book hotel rooms that work for our family without breaking the bank. The Hyatt House Airbnb rate came with breakfast and access to the bigger pool at the Hyatt Place property across the street. Daily parking for our rental car was $14.00 per day which is less than half of what we’ve paid at other San Juan hotels. In addition, the parking was conveniently located and always had plenty of open spots.

Where we ate: We’re big foodies. If I’m honest, we plan many of our family trips around affordability, interest and food. There are many places that other people have high on their travel bucket list, that I have no interest in visiting due to bland and dull food options. Just saying, food is important to our family and Puerto Rico didn’t disappoint.

Some of our favorite Puerto Rican meals were had at the Kiosks at Luquillo Beach which is located about 30 minutes form the San Juan National Airport. These uniquely Puerto Rican food shacks – restaurants are lined near the beach and offer a diverse offering of food and drinks.  You can sample everything from traditional Puerto Rican Fried Street Food to traditional Puerto Rican dishes with at times a bit of Dominican flare. You will also find fusion Puerto Rican, Seafood, BBQ, Peruvian, Mexican, Pizza, and all with Beers and Mixed drinks. The hours of each kiosk are varied and while we visited twice during our 4-day trip to San Juan, realized that some are also seasonal. Our favorite kiosk was #38 Edelweiss which has local Puerto Rican food and a sit-down environment which views of the beach located behind the kiosks. We had the best chicken mofongo of our entire trip at this dining establishment and the rice and beans were plentiful and perfect for our four children. The kiosks are located on the ocean side of route 3 in Luquillo, adjacent to Balneario Monserrate and just five minutes east of El Yunque National Forrest. We also enjoyed shopping at the souvenir shops located at the kiosks including Monkey Threads #30. My husband purchased a really cool and unique pair of hand carved wood sunglasses at Monkey Threads, as he had forgotten his in the car at home.

We loved this area so much that we returned one evening at sunset and oh my goodness, this is a must. We enjoyed snacks and drinks by the shore while having the entire beach almost to ourselves. The kids enjoyed a sunset swim and we had to drag them off the beach before we were left in the dark. This ended up being a highlight of our Puerto Rican adventures.

Bebo’s BBQ – Bebo’s is a must for adventurous frugal families looking to feed a large group with traditional Puerto Rican food on a budget. It is a typical local take out and dine in (open air) BBQ that offers a little of all of our favorite Puerto Rican foods. There is no menu and the employees don’t speak English, but it is so worth it for affordable and authentic food.  You can’t beat getting a whole chicken for $10.  It’s so close to the airport that we stopped by for a second time on the morning of our departure and ate chicken right out of the container while sitting in our rental van.

Bebo’s BBQ - Address: Calle Marginal Rt. 26, Carolina, Puerto Rico

Vagon – We had dinner here on our first night in San Juan after a full day at the beach in Luquillo. The kids were exhausted from a 5 am flight out of NYC and a full day of swimming at the beach and pool and we were so glad that we found this unique eatery. We arrived at Vagon at 6:41 pm and they closed at 7 pm, so we were glad that we found a parking spot for our rental van right out front. We had read reviews stating the parking could be challenging in the area. The servers were attentive and the food came out quickly. We had a variety of tacos and nachos while enjoying the music playing and people watching. The ambiance of the outdoor seating area and food truck inspired kitchen was eclectic and a fun way to kick off our San Juan adventures. They have other locations in Santurce, Dorado, Caguas and Hato Rey.

Vagon - Address: 302 Calle Labra, San Juan, Puerto Rico

Piu Bello – We had been to this small restaurant on a prior trip to San Juan when we stayed at the Ritz San Juan and we would walk one block to Piu Bello for rice and beans when we didn’t feel like catching an Uber to other restaurants. While the Ritz is still under construction post Hurricane Maria, we decided to head to Piu Bello right from the airport for “breakfast” upon landing in San Juan. Piu Bello offers breakfast, lunch and dinner at an affordable price which a location conveniently near the airport.

El Jibarito – We've been to El Jibarito several times and wanted to return with our kids because we love the decor and ambiance. Some call it a tourist trap because you can get better food and bigger portion sizes at other restaurants outside of Old San Juan, but if you are looking for typical Puerto Rican cuisine in a child friendly environment, then I would recommend El Jibarito. I like to have the pastel and oja and my kids always get white rice and beans. I say: go at least once.

El Jibarito - Location: 280 Calle Del Sol, San Juan Puerto Rico – Viejo San Juan

Metropol – While many think that Metropol is Puerto Rican food, it’s in fact a mix of Cuban and Puerto Rican cuisine. The restaurant is massive and can accommodate large parties. The food portions are huge and it’s easy to share dishes. If you’re staying in Isla Verde and have a craving for Cuban, I highly recommend that you head to Metropol. Once the Ritz San Juan is open again, this restaurant is located within walking distance of the resort.

Metropol - Location: Avenida Isla Verde, San Juan. Additional locations throughout the island in Barceloneta, Caguas, Dorado, Fajardo and Hato Rey.

Bistro Café – During a prior adult only trip to San Juan, the concierge at our hotel recommend Bistro Café for breakfast and oh my goodness, all I can say is that I wish that I could bring them home to CT. I’m a huge foodie and could eat breakfast for any meal. The food and the service set this restaurant apart from others in the Condado area of San Juan. We spoke to a gentleman who was sitting near us and informed us that this is a local’s secret restaurant after a night out. This restaurant is a bit more expensive than others that I’ve recommended, but it’s worth it.

Bistro Café - Location: 29 Calle Jupiter Avenue, Isla Verde, Puerto Rico

Café Manolin Old San Juan - This traditional, old school diner in Viejo San Juan is a must for an affordable, simple and retro breakfast in the heart of Old San Juan. You’ll find a nice mix of tourist and locals enjoying the free coffee refills and breakfast sandwiches at the breakfast counter.

Café Manolin - Location: Calle San Justo #251 San Juan, Puerto Rico

Senor Paletas – We stood in a long line full of locals one evening and immediately knew that we were at the right place for traditional Puerto Rican Paletas (popsicles). Oh my goodness! Amazing! Every flavor we tried was better than the last. The paletas were fresh and like no other. There are two locations, one in Old San Juan and another in Condado.

Downtown Creamery – Fajardo, Puerto Rico. We enjoyed delicious and natural Puerto Rican Ice Cream and dairy free sorbet at this creamery after enjoying a day swimming in the ocean in Luquillo.

Ikebana – We were sad to find out that our favorite Japanese – Puerto Rican Fusion restaurant located in Old San Juan was closed after the hurricane, but were happy to come across this restaurant located in Guaynabo as an alternative. We had a rental car and it was a quick 10-minute drive there from the Hyatt San Juan. We love platano maduros on our sushi roll and were happy to get to enjoy it on our last evening on the island.

Ikebana Sushi Bar - Location: Ebano Street Suite #3 Guaynabo, Puerto Rico

Additional food recommendations:

La Bombonera in Old San Juan.

Stop & Go in Condado.

What We Did:

Day 1: Even though our Spring Break trip was a short 4 days and 3 nights long, we were able to pack so much into our time in San Juan. As aforementioned, we spent our first day on the island swimming and eating our way through Luquillo Beach. We enjoyed the afternoon swimming at the hotel pool and had a light dinner (or cena as Puerto Rican’s call it) and went to bed.

Day 2: The morning began with exploration of Viejo San Juan (old San Juan). We parked for $3 for the entire day in a public parking lot located near the Paseo de las Princesas. We walked the ocean side trail all the way to the old gate of San Juan. From there we journeyed to the El Morro and explored the fort and exhibits. If time permits, bring a kite, as the hill in front of El Morro is a perfect location for kids and big kids alike to fly a kite. The cobble stone streets, colonial architecture, shops and unique criollo touches of El Viejo San Juan, are a blast with kids. We cooled off by eating piraguas (Puerto Rican shaved ice) and then worked up an appetite exploring the beautiful historic streets. We then went to Fortaleza Street to explore the many shops, restaurants, Cafés and take pictures under the colorful umbrellas. Look out for hombre arana (spiderman) and watch him climb onto nearby balconies. We then walked from Calle Fortaleza to our secret sea glass beach and spent a good two hours in search of sea glass. San Juan never disappoints when it comes to seaglass. Our afternoon consisted of swimming at the hotel pool and a short nap before heading back to Luquillo for snacks at the kiosks and a sunset set swim. I can’t believe that we almost missed this experience because we were tired. Our kids had an absolute blast swimming in the ocean as the sun set and enjoyed having the beach almost to ourselves. This is a must do for anyone traveling to the San Juan area with kids.

Day 3: This day was all about El Yunque National Rainforest. We’ve visited el Yunque prior to Hurricane Maria and despite knowing that portions of the National Forrest including the welcome center are still closed due to hurricane damage. El Yunque is the only rain forest in the US National Park system and a one of a kind nature experience for families with kids. We arrived early because we wanted to enjoy the views from the top with fewer clouds and less crowds. Due to several of the popular trails still being closed, the trails can get crowded later in the day. There is no entrance fee and the park rangers that we bumped into were friendly and helpful. This is key due to the welcome center being closed. El Yunque is still worth a visit, even with limited trails and lack of a welcome center. There are paved trails that lead all the way to the top of the mountain. We experienced sun, humidity, rain and clouds. It was a perfect learning experience for all of our kids. We hiked the Mount Britton Trail to the tower and the Yokahu Tour. Make sure to wear sunblock, insect repellent, a rain jacket and water proof shoes. After enjoying the beauty of El Yunque, we stopped by Luquillo once again for yet another meal at the kiosks and a meal. Can you tell we love Luquillo. Our time in San Juan was coming to an end and our kids wanted to enjoy every last bit of sun and pool time. We let them swim until sunset and then went to our room for showers and take out for them, while hubby and I got dressed for an adults only dinner out. We wanted to enjoy Puerto Rican fusion sushi prior to flying home the next morning and were able to head out to Ikebana Sushi Bar for our last dinner on the island.

Where to shop:

I was on the lookout for the traditional Puerto Rican leather flip flops of my childhood which are now hard to come by on the island. I spent hours looking in shops in Old San Juan and ironically found two pairs in the gift shop Just outside of El Yunque. I was so excited.  Old San Juan is a great area to visit boutique, galleries and other unique shops, full of locally made art, crafts and gifts. Every visitor to San Juan should visit Ole, a family owned hat store located in Old San Juan. Tourism dollars are crucial to the revitalizing of the island post hurricane Maria and I loved being able to use our Spring Break to do our part to support the local economy.

About Ruth: I’m a wife and mami of 4 active and globe-trotting kiddos. I’ve always loved a good adventure and truly believe that it’s possible to travel with kids. Join me, as I share our adventures and inspire you to get out of the house with your kiddos. Whether you’re planning a family vacation, a road trip or a trip of a lifetime to an exotic destination, I’ll share insights, trip reports and information that will inspire you. Check back often to stay up to date on things to do with kids at your next travel destination.