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theboyz-engup · 6 years ago

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Jacob Birthday One Shot 2019: Beach Dig

Q: omg can i request jacob and the reader playing a volleyball game with the rest of the boys? p.s love your work 😚

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Sand trickled into your sneakers from the little holes meant to keep the shoe comfortable, filtering down and making a grainy feeling with each step. Usually, it would annoy you more than anything but your brain was very much distracted, sun hitting your exposed cheeks and a smile stretching from ear to ear. Jacob held your hand, tugging you forwards so the sound of water grew louder and you could see the way it lapped against the ground, putting sand down as it came forwards and sucking it back as it pulled away. Your eyes didn’t have time to get mesmerized by the deep blues and greens and foam that rested against the bleak tan of the ground. Instead, you were filled with constant faces, eyes flicking between which boy was talking or laughing or cracking a joke.

Sunwoo jumped on Haknyeon’s back without warning, both boys taking a quick tumble to the ground but cackling nonetheless, belly laughs which were grabbed by seagulls and taken aflight on their wings. You felt absolutely breathless, squeezing Jacob’s palm to make sure something could keep you from floating towards the few wisps of cloud that covered the endless sky. The little pulse that came back, his head turning around and small smile coming across his lips helping your feet land themselves back on the ground. The volleyball he had pressed comfortably against his body using his arm didn’t move from its place until you got to the collapsed nets on the beach where you were meant to play.

“Not it,” Chanhee called immediately, bringing his finger to his nose quickly. Others followed, you being quick on the draw and saving yourself from net duty. Juyeon, as always was caught last, eyes scanning the group of you for a moment before realizing what had happened. Though, if it wasn’t Juyeon, it would’ve been Jacob. You had to nudge his side for him to bring his finger up.

As the joking ensued, Eric’s loud laugh piercing through the air as his hands came down and shook Juyeon’s shoulders, a few others took pity on him and helped with the field setup. Jacob let go of your hand, pressing a kiss to your cheek before saying he was going to make sure they were doing it right. Chanhee had already set up his scoreboard, butt sinking into an old and overused foldable beach chair he brought every year since you’d started his tradition.

“Why don’t you get a new one?” you asked him, looking at him struggle to get comfortable. His legs were nearly up in the air, sandals dangling. If you brought your camera, you definitely would’ve taken a picture of him looking up at you through his oversized sunglasses, lips pouted out and into an ‘o’ at being interrupted, sun hat stretching far over his pale face.

“Sandy’s been with me through a lot, y/n,” he hummed, rubbing at the material fondly, “that’d be almost as bad as me asking you why you don’t get a new boyfriend once Jacob starts getting a few wrinkles.”

You chuckled at him, loving the way he spoke so matter-of-fact. “That wouldn’t be such a bad idea, would it?”

“Don’t go breaking his heart, now,” Sangyeon chimed, sidling up behind you to open the large cooler that lay beside Chanhee’s chair. He squatted, mouth whispering numbers as his eyes scanned all the food.

“We didn’t pack enough,” Chanhee pouted, leaning over and nearly tipping his chair over. Sangyeon laughed at the boy, floral green shirt shifting in the wind to reveal a white t-shirt underneath. Your hands immediately went to save him, pressing against the legs of the chair to help steady him in the sand while Chanhee let out a small scream.

“We’re ready!” The call to the game was enough to get everyone playing back to attention, the sound of Chanhee’s speaker turning on coming from behind you as you kicked off your shoes and socks, hiding them in the shade, and hurried to see how the teams would be decided.

As Jaehyun was describing the divisions, you came up just beside Jacob, sliding an arm around his waist naturally. His reaction was easy as well, slowly slinging his arm across your back to bring you just that much closer to him. There was some sweat on his skin but, as you came closer, he still smelled like his mint toothpaste and green tea. Being around him was enough to make your heart calm, head leaning against his shoulder lightly as you gave your attention to the very dramatic boy in the middle of the circle.

He twirled around, producing chopsticks from a pocket in his swim trunks, holding them from the bottom and explaining the tips of them were dipped in two different colours: pink and blue.

“I also chopped off the bottom of one of them, so whoever gets that shortest stick has to wait on the sidelines to get switched in,” Jae explained, feeling rather proud of himself for his new invention. Most of the time, everyone just played rock, paper, scissors until they decided teams because the last winners were ‘uninventive’ and ‘lazy’, as Jae liked to joke.

Everyone gathered around, loud conversation coming from both sides of you as people crowded around and hovered their hands over the sticks. After a small countdown, twelve hands ripped at Jaehyun’s, grabbing whichever stick they could without knowing which was which. Everything seemed to be a competition which you loved because it was friendly. No matter what, everyone could still have their fun. They loved each other and, even if you didn’t always feel included, you loved them too.

Eric’s scream was the first to be heard, him falling to his knees in front of Juyeon, absolutely distraught that they weren’t on the same team. Juyeon was laughing, eyes nearly fully closed and hand pointing down at him before turning to Younghoon and resting his hand on his back. Both of their shoulders were shaking, Sunwoo coming over to grab the stick from Eric’s hand and offering to trade.

“No trades!” Jaehyun attempted, raising his voice and walking over to the group with his finger wagging at the younger boys.

Bright smile on his face, Jacob turned to look at you from under his wide brimmed sun hat and held out his hand to you. “On three?”

You nodded and, together, revealed your picks. Jacob was normal with a pink end and yours was blue with the end cut off. Pouting a bit, you apologized, to which he laughed.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t know what you were choosing,” he hummed, attempting to console you as he brought you in for a hug. You let him reel you in but kept your eyes on his face, a devilish grin replacing your little pout.

In a sweet voice and wide eyes, you responded, “no, I’m sorry that your team is going to lose, Jacob.”

His mouth dropped open in disbelief almost, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips. “What?”

“You heard me,” you chimed, leaning in to peck his lips before running off and finding the rest of your team. Sunwoo carried you on his back towards your side of the court, the two of you now starting a cheer for the blue team. Jacob, a little ways away from you, yelled that you wouldn’t even be playing first.

“Don’t need to play first to beat you!” you called over the netting, finally being let down by Sunwoo.

“Terrible clapback,” Changmin critiqued, which surprised you, but you laughed nonetheless. As you sat in the sand, hands placed behind you and sun licking your cheeks, you watched the teams form slowly on the court.

Your opposition was Sangyeon, Jacob, Jaehyun, Eric, and Kevin while Haknyeon stretched on the sidelines, trying to look menacing but bursting out in laughter every few seconds once making eye contact with Sunwoo. The orange-haired boy on your team, who was widening his eyes and puffing out his chest to a chorus of giggles from the rest of the boys, was accompanied by Juyeon, Younghoon, Changmin, and Hyunjoon. The last boy seemed the most excited to play, hair dipping into his eyes and lips pulled between his teeth to conceal his grin. Last year it had been difficult for him to play so you and Chanhee kept him company by teasing the other members as they played. That night, on the drive home, Joon gave your hand a tight squeeze, whispered a thank you, and then found himself asleep on your shoulder moments later.

Chanhee’s toy trumpet started the game and, suddenly, you were off. Other people on the beach passed you by with funny looks, and sometimes amusement, as members dived and leapt for the ball. Haknyeon and you were resident hecklers until you were swapped in, your hand tapping Younghoons before you ran to his position.

“Good luck,” the fair boy huffed, plopping down in the sand, splaying on his back, and giving a taut yell from his belly.

“You didn’t even do anything!” Sangyeon claimed, coming over to sit next to Younghoon with his arms outstretched to the boy.

While those two preoccupied themselves, you found your eyes locking with Jacob’s and immediately, it was a competition. You wouldn’t say you were bad at the sport, it was just that you weren’t as good as he was. Kevin and him set each other up a lot, claiming they were Canada’s best players each time they got a point. Halfway through the game, they chest bumped each other which resulted in Kevin not sticking the landing and tumbling over, sand going in his hair.

“Canada’s best players, huh?” you called over the net, which made your team giggle a bit more as the others moved to help Kevin up.

Jacob, returning to his spot was now face to face with you, both of you close to the net and having a little stare-off.

“I wouldn’t be so talky, y/n,” he chirped, obviously joking but loving the banter, “you’re the one that’s got less points.”

With that, the game only escalated until you were down to the last stretch, only two points to go until the other team won. Needless to say, your team couldn’t pull through but that’s not to say they didn’t try. All the boys, and you especially, were covered in sand from all the dives and falls and trips. Nobody quite seemed to mind, though your team was meant to buy everyone dinner on the way back home. Jacob dipped under the net after the celebration in which Jaehyun got hoisted into the air after scoring the last point, little smile on his face. His chin faced upwards.

“Well? What do you have to say?” Despite his words, his voice was still mellow and sweet, like a familiar song that you can’t ever get sick of. His hands came around your body again, resting on your lower back as your arms snaked around his neck.

“Your team was better,” you hummed, hoping it was enough to placate him.

“No, that’s not- I mean, yeah that is true but also no, it’s not what I wanted you to say,” he chuckled, leaning his head down to press his forehead against yours. His hat shifted up and slightly off his head but both of you didn’t mind. You closed your eyes and grinned lightly, leaning up to give him short kisses between your words.

“We play better when we play together,” you decided, hoping it was enough. Jacob’s cheeks were a slight shade of pink when you pulled away, something you couldn’t blame the sun for considering he’d been wearing his hat all day.

“Trade next time?”

You nodded, “deal.”

He sealed your little contract with another kiss, one that made your heart start to beat irregularly for a moment. In those few seconds, it was just you two. The game stripped away, as did the water and the sand beneath you. He always had this way of making it feel like, no matter what little meaningless competition you had going on, it would always end up right back here with his arms around you to keep you safe. He didn’t have to be your whole world but, sometimes, he made it feel like it would be alright if he was. He made you feel like you would be alright.

“We should get some snacks before they run out, hmm?” The question was soft, an easy break to the thoughts your mind was curled in. You nodded, feeling his hands fall down and one slip into yours. Your fingers entwined without much time, both of you finding comfort there. As the sun dipped down ahead of you, going to lay its head in the deep blue waters, you felt at peace. You felt at home.

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moeyy-writes · 4 years ago

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Here and Now - Part 3

Zak Bagans x Reader

Warnings: None. Just some playful, sarcastic teasing.

Word Count: 1,283

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You munched on your pancakes as you watched your favorite show on your iPad. This was the time you loved, the time where you could just veg out and relax. You were sporting some black leggings and a long, very oversized shirt you found at the bottom of your drawer a few months back. The origin of the garment was totally forgotten, but it was freaking comfy.

Your phone buzzed beside you, nearly making your jump out of your skin. Peering down at the screen, you chuckled.

1 New Message: Aar Bear

(3:05pm) Aaron: So, I hear someone I know has a date tomorrow…

You groaned. Oh boy. What was this dork going to tease you about now?

(3:07pm) Y/N: Well, technically, two people you know have a date tomorrow.

(3:09pm) Aaron: I know. Two of my favorite people. I just wanted to say I hope you have fun, and that I’m happy for you. Both of you.

(3:10pm) Y/N: Thanks Aaron. I’m sure it will be fun. Zak said it’s a surprise and won’t tell me where he’s taking me. :(

(3:13pm) Aaron: Well, trust me, it will be fun. ;D

(3:15pm) Y/N: Wait, you know where we’re going? Dude, tell me!!!

You frowned and sighed. Sure, you liked having things planned out for you. But, you liked knowing what you were talking into. Too much of your life, especially recently, involved the unknown. So, in your private life, you preferred predictability.

(3:16pm) Aaron: Of course I do! I helped him plan it! Well, just the details. It was mostly his master plan.

Your stomach sank a little. If Aaron had anything to do with this date, you knew there was going to be some sort of joke on you.

(3:18pm) Well, if you try to sneak a prank in on this date, I’m going to make sure the rest of your life is absolute hell. And that’s not a threat, it’s a promise.

(3:19pm) Aaron: Oh, don’t worry. It will be perfect.

Well, that didn’t ease your nervousness at all. If anything, that wasn’t exactly a ‘no’ on the whole prank thing. You honestly wouldn’t put it past him to show up during your date, or tape you from afar.

But, you weren’t going to allow yourself to dwell on that. You were looking forward to seeing Zak one-on-one, going on whatever adventure he had planned for you.

You took your last bite of pancakes, then headed for your living room. Tomorrow was going to be great, you had no doubt. Well, almost no doubt. But, for now, you needed to rest and daydream about what was to come.

You leapt to your feet the moment your doorbell rang. Sure, you were still a bit sleep deprived, but the adrenaline running through you was enough to give you more energy that you usually had on a normal day.

Plus, Zak had promised you coffee.

You opened the door to reveal a very dapper looking Zak. You smiled, taking in his very well fitted button-down short sleeved shirt, and his black cargo pants. His hair was gelled in its usual way, and his glasses were perched on his nose as normal, but something about him seemed even more handsome today.

Or maybe it was your excitement.

“Good afternoon, gorgeous. Did you sleep well?” He smiled, his hands deep in his pockets.

You nodded. “Oh yeah. I woke up just after noon. It was glorious.” Zak laughed.

“Sounds like we had the same morning.” He peered down the hall towards the glass doors at the front of your building. “Well, your chariot awaits,” he chuckled, extending his hand. “Shall we?”

Your chest fluttered the moment your hand slipped into his. This is really happening. Your tiny backpack rocked against the right side of your back as he led you down the hall towards his car.

Once you were in the car, Zak gestured to his ridiculously fancy center console, where two large cups of coffee were waiting for you. You grinned, realizing you probably needed the coffee more than you thought.

“Yours is right here. It’s a caramel… something. I can’t pronounce the freaking word. The girl at the drive through had a field day correcting me.” Zak chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“A macchiato?” you guessed, making sure to annunciate every syllable.

“Yeah, a mackato.” You laughed, quickly clutching your coffee with both hands, making sure not to spill it in Zak’s fancy ride.

“Macchiato,” you repeated, struggling to hold back your chuckle.

“Right, that’s what I said.” You just rolled your eyes, giggling to yourself. He was such a dork.

“Right.” You turned to look out the window as Zak pulled out of his parking spot.

“So, are you excited about our adventure?” Zak inquired, his eyes glued to the road. You took a sip of your coffee. A caramel macchiato indeed.

“I’m excited. However, I’d be a little more excited if I knew where we were going.” You turned to him, offering a questioning, yet playful glare.

Zak smirked, his eyes still on the road as he turned. “Well, let’s just say it’s somewhere you’ve been whining about not being able to go to. But, it’s somewhere that the rest of the team has been more times than we can count.” Zak glanced over at you as he reached for his own coffee. “And, well, let’s just say I’m also kind of offended you haven’t been there yet.”

You snapped your head towards him. Was he taking you to a location? Was he going to have you investigate a place together? Sure, you loved your job, but that wasn’t exactly your idea of romantic. Plus, what place hadn’t you investigated in Vegas?

So, where the hell was he taking you? It almost seemed like he was driving in circles, trying to throw you off and confuse you. It had almost been four years since you had moved to Vegas, and you had worked at two hospitals in that town. It was safe to say you knew where you were going. Not to mention that Zak had been living there for far longer than that.

And this route was, well, it was definitely a diversion.

“Are you giving me the scenic tour of Vegas first?” you teased, catching on to his game. Zak huffed a laugh. “I have to say, Mr. Bagans, you’re a pretty crappy tour guide.”

“There’s no fooling you, is there? Okay, we’re almost there anyway.”

You took another sip of your coffee, catching a glimpse of Zak’s stunning profile. “Good, ‘cause I’m getting carsick,” you played. Zak scoffed, pretending to be offended.

“Hey, I’m a very good driver.”

“You believe whatever you want. But, let’s just say you’re lucky you’re cute,” you teased, your lips curling into an almost painful smile. The two of you burst into laughter.

He winked. “Damn right, I am.”

Zak turned down a street you distinctly remembered, catching you off guard. Wait, no, he wouldn’t bring you there. Your heart leapt into your throat as excitement prickled under your skin. Now everything was starting to make sense.

Zak pulled into the private, gated parking lot of the one place of significance to Zak that you hadn’t been to yet. You stared at the front sign of the building, taking in the reality of it.

“Well here we are,” Zak announced with a smile. He seemed almost as excited as you were, and he owned damn the place. “I hope I can redeem my tour guide reputation.”

You stared up at the building in front of you in a mix of shock and awe. “Wow, freaking finally.” You grinned. “The Haunted Museum.”

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supergirlimaginesfic-blog · 7 years ago

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Lena Luthor x reader (Running in circles and scoring points)

Request: "Please stop calling me princess ". "No way, princess " with lena

a/n: you know tbh I’ve been sitting on this one for a while having no idea what I should do with it, because it’s obviously meant in a teasing light but I kept reverting to some weird insecurity kinda angst that I didn’t really think would work in the way I was originally envisioning it, and it got unnecessarily deep whenever I tried to play it out, so I had to keep scrapping the ideas I came up with

But now I’ve figured, this sounds like an absolutely fuckboyish thing to say and do, how ever possibly did I not think of this before? So finally here we are! I changed up the prompt a little bit, it’s not verbatim in text and I’ve fixed my problem by not taking the prompt so literally LOL. You’re only just a little bit of an ass in this, hopefully it’s still enjoyable! (Also, can you spot all the trash? There’s a few universe crossovers I put in this, because I am garbage)

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For someone as arguably infamous and charming as you are, you are quite a character that the media loves to follow. Your entire life isn’t put on display for the public - you wouldn’t let it get to that.

However, it’s also no secret that you are fair game in the dating world, and it’s no secret still that you like to play the field... both the literal soccer field and the proverbial dating field.

As such, there have been a handful of stories whispered among fans and gossipers alike of people matching with #8 of the DCMLS club, National City FC on Tinder, and you’ve neither confirmed nor denied the stories - though you have a great time teasing news outlets with this.

You’ve been lucky - for your relatively small fanbase compared to the more ‘relevant’ sports teams in the country (you roll your eyes at this always), the paparazzi don’t bother you too much, and you enjoy a reprieve of privacy when you’re out just trying to be your own person.

So it is, both parts in jest from your teammates and friends, but also for your own leisure, you find yourself sitting in a particularly upscale restaurant that you know requires a reservation (just so you can guarantee yourself some more privacy) and you await the arrival of your newest Tinder match.

Admittedly, you always get the sense of anticipation and excitement when it comes to going on dates; you are human after all. If you were to be truly honest with yourself, you would perhaps concede that this is a good portion of the reason why you’ve remained to be single all this time.

You’re at the best you’ve ever been - you’re in prime form in the league and you’re the top assist-maker and number 3 top goal-scorer. You’re young, fit, and hungry for the best life has to give you, and if you’re so desirable in almost all the aspects of your life no matter if involved your personal life or career, who were you to deny the opportunities presented to you?

And yet, the truth of the matter was you didn’t have time to nurture your personal relationships, and you accepted that when you signed up to play for National City FC. Apart from the friends you already have from when you were in college and from your teammates, you don’t get out and meet new people much - not of your own volition, and so one way to take control of your personal life again is naturally, to join the populace of validation-seeking millenials and to partake in the legion of swiping.

You think you’ve met your latest match from somewhere else - her face seemed vaguely familiar and that notion has bugged you from the start.

You just can’t place where you know her from.

She’s rather gorgeous - you wouldn’t deny it, with her imposing looks of dark hair and the juxtaposition of her pale facial features. If you had to be particular and specific, she is definitely someone you would consider your type.

You could have been proactive, and you know you could have done a little bit of research if you really wanted to in the off-chance that your most recent date is someone you know, but the thought passed your mind.

With training and having to work out and continuing your regiment of working hard, you rarely had the time to play hard.

Still, it wouldn’t have hurt if you’d exchanged more words to each other than the days-late replies both of you seem to have an affinity for, and it certainly would have helped a bit if you’d shared more than three sentences total with each other before meeting, but life gets in the way and you think she might know that intimately too.

Though frankly, you almost preferred it this way, and the surprise of who she is and how the night will turn out and whether or not she’ll just be another eager fan or not remains part of the allure. You’ll find out whatever you needed to know by the end of the evening.

A woman finally walks in to the restaurant and you watch as she approaches the host and exchanges a few words with her. You think you see the host hesitate a little, and you’re curious as you continue watching.

It’s when the host turns around with a certain grin on her face that isn’t too telling but is still just there that you have to wonder why it is she is suddenly more alive and interested than she was just a few minutes ago, then she gestures towards you and that’s when you catch the woman’s eye.

You’re not sure why you feel nervous suddenly, a simple glance in your direction has your breath become minutely shallower and your heart thumping just a little bit louder.

Her expression is neutral, and she gives a nod to the host as she moves to make her way towards you, and that’s when you realize this woman is meant to be your date.

You hide a mischievous smile behind your beer as you take a drink, and you relax into your chair for the few moments of reprieve you have before your night officially begins.

The woman finally makes her way to your table and you wait as you look up, just to confirm she’s actually meant to be meeting you.

“(Y/N), I presume?” she says, and the lack of communication between you two prior to this evening seems to be made up for when you finally hear her voice.

“Yes, that’d be me. Lena, is it? I’ve already ordered a drink, if you don’t mind.”

“You would be correct. I don’t mind at all,” she says.

You get up to welcome her and you both stand there momentarily, awkwardly deciding what to do. You raise your arms slightly in question and she approaches you - you kiss her on the cheek, and she looks mildly surprised.

You return to your chair, noting the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks and you’re amused at the reaction. You raise your eyebrows at her expectantly as you wait for her to sit down.

She composes herself a moment later and looks on at you dismayed, eyes squinting slightly as she regards you.

“Have anything you’d like, tonight’s on me,” you inform her.

She raises her eyebrows this time and there’s a look of dubiousness and the slightest offense in her face.

“Huh, funny, I could have said the same thing.”

“You can get the next time then,” you say as you wink at her, and this time you see her jaw tick just a little.

“That’s rather presumptuous of you to believe in a next time,” she remarks.

You smirk at her, “my odds are 50/50, princess. I can take my chances. So,” you continue as you ignore her glare of incredulity, “I’ll admit this now and get it off the table, I feel like I know you from somewhere. Would you care to indulge me and tell me where I might?”

She looks suspiciously at you, and you think of how easily it is you’ve gotten under this woman’s skin and so quickly.

“Are you being gauche?” she finally asks.

“What? No, I genuinely don’t know.”

She’s silent as she studies you still, and you admit you feel only a modicum of unease when she doesn’t answer you.

“I figure tonight’s supposed to be about getting to know each other, and I could say I’ve probably met you in my dreams several times, but I would like to be resolved.”

This time, her jaw is slightly slack as she remains wordless, and you raise your eyebrow in question.

“I guess you won’t entertain that question, that’s fine, I’ll get it out of you eventually.”

“Have you not watched the news at all?”

You shrug and give a look that you know is probably clear with what do you want from me?

“I couldn’t tell you, love, I’m not into politics.”

“I’m not interested in sports either,” she replies instantly.

“Ah, so you know who I am,” you say, somewhat posing it as a question.

“I’ve merely been warned.”

“You’ve prepared yourself to be ready for me, how cute,” you smile teasingly at her.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell you a thing about baseball, however.”

You really get to study her now, and you think you see a ghost of a smirk on her red-tainted lips as she looks otherwise blankly at you. Your gaze trails down and you notice the pale expanse of her neck, the mole there that moves in the steady rise and fall of her breath.

There’s all the signs of confidence in this woman and none you can tell of nervousness. She’s good at this, you think.

You correct her after a moment, “soccer, actually. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go ahead and explain it to you.”

“I don’t dream of it,” she retorts.

Just then, a waiter comes by and interrupts your verbal scuffle.

“Good evening, are you two ready to order?”

“I think just another moment for my companion-” you begin to say.

Lena cuts in at the same time, “I’m actually ready to order, are you, (Y/N)?”

She smiles sweetly at you and you can see the challenge in her eyes - it has no right to look so attractive, you think.

You smile back just as innocently and gesture your hand to allow her first. You thank the waiter as he leaves to get Lena’s drink - she hadn’t needed to look at the menu, already knowing what she wanted, and you get the vague notion she’s been here before.

You lean back in your chair and take a drink, watching her as she finally returns her gaze to you and looks at you both parts inquisitive and disinterested.

“So, Lena, tell me this if nothing else; I have the most suspicious feeling that there’s a reluctance to be here, at least on your part. Am I right?”

Lena smirks, seemingly impressed, and you think it’s the first time she’s looked amused all night.

“How rather insightful of you. Would it hurt your feelings if I were to reveal that I’ve been set up by a colleague, and that I’ve attended purely out of moral obligation so as not to stand you up?”

“Only if you tell me you regret it by the time we’re done.”

“Well then, I suppose I should say nothing hereafter.”

The waiter returns just in time with Lena’s wine and she thanks him. You allow yourselves a moment to have a drink before you resume the conversation.

“I guess that explains your almost alarming lack of communication, though I feel there should be more of a segue if you’re going to ask somebody out - for future reference, of course.”

“Well, it worked on you, did it not?”

Your eyes widen imperceptibly and you try to refrain from smiling at Lena’s cleverness. You don’t think you’ve felt this challenged in a while.

Lena grins, seemingly reeling at her tiny victory and she continues, “besides, if it were up to me, you ought to know I’m much more tactful and subtle.”

“Looks like I’m missing out on all the fun.”

“Too bad for you,” Lena supplies sarcastically.

“You’re really not going to tell me where I know you from, aren’t you?”

“Rather eager, aren’t we?”

“You gotta give me something to work with here, princess.”

“If you’d stop calling me that, that would be most ideal,” Lena says before drinking her wine. “Perhaps then, I’ll finally cooperate. But since you are so insistent to know, I’m a CEO- specifically of L-Corp.”

You consider the answer. Regretfully, you don’t think you’ve heard of it at all. You almost wish you’d done your research beforehand like you thought to.

“What’s the L stand for? Lena?” you finally ask.

She looks at you dubiously and then a small laugh escapes her - you’re none the wiser to whatever small joke she has. You just look at her quizzically and wait, wondering how stupid your question really was.

“No, it doesn’t,” is all she offers.

“Well, if you’re stuck all the way up there in your tower of corporate doom, looks like I ended up being somewhat right about you being a damsel, huh?” you smile as you see the look of annoyance on her face.

“How unfortunate that I don’t need saving.”

“No, you most certainly do not.”

Just then the waiter arrives with your meals, and though Lena graciously thanks him, you know you can both tell there is some tension left unsaid.

You eat in relative peace and you both agree to a silent truce - you are tactful people after all, if not a little scrappy.

When the two of you are finally done, you’re a happy level of buzzed and true to your word, you take the bill and Lena lets you.

“So, have you decided if you’d wish you stood me up tonight?” you ask her, unperturbed and warm.

Lena purses her lips, feigning deep consideration before she answers, “I can say I haven’t suffered too much.”

“Ah! Worthy cause of celebration. Drinks on me then, at your earliest convenience?”

Lena hums in amusement, “how crafty of you. Unfortunately, I must end the festivities here. You’re more than welcome to contact me again, and should either you or I feel the need to pursue this acquaintanceship, maybe then we’ll see each other again.”

She stands to signify her departure and you wait again for her cue. She allows you to kiss her cheek again in departure and she doesn’t look as flustered as the first time.

“Now, how am I to see you again if I don’t have any point of reference?”

“You have my account, don’t you?”

You look perplexed at Lena as she checks to make sure she has all her belongings.

“That’s actually your tinder profile?”

“Of course it is, I don’t endorse strangers catfishing in my stead,” she says teasingly, and then, “have a good night, (Y/N).”

You smile as you watch her leave, shaking your head in amusement as you contemplate your night.

That was the last you’d seen of Lena; you were busy with soccer and she still hadn’t reached out. It had been two weeks since then, and you’re neither disappointed nor pleased with the outcome of the circumstances - they simply just what they are.

Your old college friend, Winn, who you’d met in a computer science elective, has texted you in the last few days and informed you that a great friend of his, Kara, is going to your team’s soccer workshop for children on behalf of CatCo. and was hoping your team could answer some questions.

You send the affirmative and smirk at Winn’s resourcefulness - he may look unsuspecting and innocent enough but he knows to use what he can to benefit his friends, and you appreciate that.

You’ve met Kara at several gatherings in the past, but with your recent schedule, you haven’t gotten around to getting to know that friend group any further and you haven’t been able to attend as many hang outs as you know Winn would have dragged you to if you were any other person.

He informs you of her expected arrival and lets you set up the logistics, and when the day comes, you’ve almost forgotten about her arrival. There’s some other press personnel in the stands of the stadium, but you’ve been too entertained by the kids to take much notice.

Your teammates, specifically Morgan and Heath, have done a much better job at keeping everyone on track, and for the most part, everyone is partaking in the drills and exercises.

It should be said, however, that these are in fact kids you are working with, and considering majority of your team is still particularly playful and childish, you’ve gleaned perhaps a solid hour and a half of productivity (enough for the press to get their pictures, you’re sure) before you’re all resigned to fooling around.

There’s a hot potato, monkey in the middle hybrid type of game going on between Lloyd, Leroux, and Krieger, and their kids are all squealing in joy.

You think you spot Kara in the stands, but you can’t be sure. There’s a pair of a blonde and a brunette woman you think you see just off to the side, but you can’t distinguish their faces.

Your coaches are smiling in fond exasperation as they spectate the organized chaos. You’ve managed to attract a posse of your own while you were idly practicing kicks-ups, and now you realize, as you really get to look up, that you have a small audience.

You smile at the kids who are looking at you in awe, and you continue your impressive run of juggling the ball, letting it bounce from your head, to your shoulder, and back again on your feet.

Suddenly, an idea strikes you and you take your phone out and play whatever new pop song comes up on your playlist on maximum volume.

You start kicking the ball to the music, half-dancing and half-juggling, and you’re skilled enough at it to be cocky about it - you exaggerate your dance moves, you make silly faces and sing the song in the worst, out of key voice possible and you attract your teammates’ attention.

They grunt at your stupidity but grin nonetheless; your rambunctious but skillful showboating is bringing the kids toward you. Huerta and Press make their way towards you in curiosity and you chip the ball to them which they’re easily able to keep up.

Before you know it, you have a significant gaggle of kids surrounding you, and Rapinoe, wanting to start shit, says to the herd, “I don’t think anyone can get that ball from (Y/N),” and your eyes widen in challenge.

Like little zombies, the kids all close in on you and you grin broadly at the approach. You yell hoarsely and beg for the children’s mercy as you start plotting your escape.

You let some kids catch up to you, some have latched onto your arms and your back in your sluggishness and you jog around your section of the field in hopes to escape the hoard.

After a while, you fall over slowly in defeat, the kids all laughing and cheering in triumph and they tumble over you in a pile. You wail and cry in anguish and promise that you will get them all, you will get them next time!

When the more responsible of your teammates shepherds the kids into having their snacks, you notice one kid left behind sitting by themselves on the sideline. You don’t look back as you approach the child.

“Hey there, what’s the matter, champ?” you say when you finally reach them.

You hear the little girl sniffle and you crouch down next to her. She looks up at you and her eyes widen before she sniffles again.

“Hi, um, it’s okay, I just miss my best friend.”

“Oh no, that’s no fun. Where is she?”

“She’s in the hospital, she couldn’t come with me today even though she loves you very much. I think she loves you even more than I do, I think. You’re our favourite superhero.”

You smile at the statement, and your heart swells in sympathy.

“Well, you’re going to get to see her again soon, right? I’ll come with you too, it can be a surprise.”

The little girl sniffles again, her voice watery as she pouts.

“I don’t think so. Ella is sick forever, she never goes outside the hospital. She can’t even go away from her bed when we play.”

Your eyebrows furrow in sadness and your chest feels heavier. You sit cross-legged in front of the girl and you wait for her to look up at you.

“What’s your name, champ?”

“I’m Abby.”

“Well, Abby, I don’t like seeing you sad and I don’t like that your best friend, Ella, couldn’t be here with you either. But I think, if you want, we can surprise her together. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

Abby sniffles and juts her lip out again. She looks so forlorn and you think no child, ever, should know such an old sadness. You know, however, all too well that the world is not always fair.

“Yeah, okay.”

“Do you have a grown up here with you?” you ask.

She nods her head and points to the stands, and you look over your shoulder to see if you can spot them.

“Alright, how about you take me to them so we can start our special surprise for Ella?”

“Okay,” she says in a small voice.

You stand up and stick your hand out to take her small hand, but she grabs your legs instead and wraps her tiny arms around you.

“Thank you very much, you love Ella as much as I do.”

Your breath comes out a little fragmented and you look up at the sky in some shot-in-the-dark attempt to compel the wetness in your eyes to retreat back to where they can’t fall onto your cheeks. There’s a sickening remembrance somewhere creeping up on you, and you’re desperately willing it to stay away, at least for now.

An idea occurs to you and you take your jersey off, leaving you in a black tank as you take a sharpie out of your pocket.

You sign your name on the jersey, and when you look down at the little girl, you bring her up to your eye level as you pick her up in your arms.

“You are such a great best friend to Ella. And all superheroes need uniforms, and I don’t think I’m a superhero. I think you are. Did you want to take my jersey? We can give a matching one to Ella when we see her too.”

Abby stares wide-eyed at the shirt in your hand.

“Wow” is all she says, and a watery laugh escapes you throat.

You hand her your jersey and make your way to the sidelines where the rest of the group is, and you search the sideline as she points out her accompanying guardian.

You see some cameras in the stands, and though you know there’s an explicit NDA for the press in regards to photographing and publishing minor’s faces, you still shield Abby’s face with your back as you introduce yourself to her parent - you can handle yourself with whatever news outlets and gossip columns, but you’ll be damned if a child gets dragged into the spotlight unwittingly.

You put her down and luckily, she cooperates (albeit in the attached, don’t want to let go kind of way) and hides her face in your leg, and her parent smiles fondly at the image.

You learn about Ella and Abby, and you plan a visit and exchange contact information, as you very much intend to keep your promise.

Eventually, all the kids are brought to the locker rooms, and the team is given time to answer the media people.

Everyone’s answering different news outlets, and several voices call out to you.

“(Y/N), who is that little girl?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss that,” you state.

“Is it true you’ve been encouraged to do more publicity to improve your team image?”

“Are you denying the allegations that the National City football club is in financial trouble and you’re looking for new sponsorship?”

“Do you have any comments regarding your alleged relationship with Polis FC defender Woods?”

You shake your head in agitated exasperation - it’s apparently going to be one of those media days.

“No comment, the team is all happy with each other, the club is more than capable of sustaining itself at the present time, and if there are no more questions that are pertinent to the league, I will be taking my leave.”

“(Y/N), with Juarez’s recent form and Tremblay cleared from injury, do you think NCFC has a fair chance at title contention?”

You look up and see a blonde reporter in glasses smiling meekly and you realize it’s Kara, looking ever the embodiment of sunshine that your hazy memory still makes her out to be. Beside her, you realize, is the brunette you recognized from earlier, and you’re surprised when you see Lena again weeks after your date.

Lena, for her part, isn’t surprised at all and merely raises her eyebrow expectantly and it’s only then you realize you might have been staring.

You smile graciously at Kara and are more than happy to indulge the only relevant question you’ve gotten so far.

“We’re top of the table currently, and it’s a great place to be especially at this point in the season. We’re six points clear of Gotham and Star City, and it’s always been a tough race but we have ten or so matches left and obviously, anything can happen, but I have confidence in this year’s team, and we’ve improved drastically from last year, finishing in third. I’ve every confidence we’ll place above that and I think this is our year.”

Kara’s scribbling frantically on her notepad, but she has a moment to glance up quickly and she cracks a grin at you and thanks you.

You give her a small smile in return and your coach is bringing the team in to the locker rooms for a final farewell with the kids. The media people are thanked and are beginning to be ushered to the exit.

You glance up and catch Lena’s eye and she smiles softly at you. You wave your hand in a tiny salute as you walk off the field.

The squad has the night off and for once, everyone is taking the time to themselves rather than spending it together and this time, you think just this once you’re grateful for the reprieve.

You’re meant to be meeting Ella and Abby again in the next week; you couldn’t stop smiling at the excited squealing you heard in the background while speaking on the phone with her parent.

There’s a familiar feeling of dejection that you didn’t want to admit to yourself when you were talking with Abby earlier. You had involuntary reactions still, no doubt, but it surprised you how affected you were, and still are.

Time mends, you’ve learned, but it never allows forgetfulness.

You find yourself walking into an unassuming pub after your aimless wandering in the downtown streets. You rarely had nights like these to yourself, and you savoured the autonomy you thought you didn’t get much of these days.

You sit at the bar and order a beer, and at some point through your second one, you feel someone behind you and they take the stool beside you.

“A gin and tonic, and another of what my friend is having, please.”

You turn to look at your new companion - but you suspect you didn’t need to, and you find Lena gazing ahead of her at the bar.

“If I recall correctly, I thought I’d said drinks were on me last time?”

“Oh, is that so? I suppose you can get them next time, if you’re so keen,” she says.

You smile at her comment despite yourself, and you sigh heavily which draws her attention.

“I know I’ve been an ass to you, and whatever you’re gonna say or do, I probably deserve it. But just know that if you’re in the mood for banter or whatever it is we have going on, I’m not going to be able to give my best right now.”

Lena merely hums as she looks at you.

“I certainly can’t shoot someone when they’re already down now can I?”

“You could, you’d just be an asshole,” you reply.

“Oh, such as yourself?”

You grin again, surprised how easily she can draw it out of you. “Nah, just a different kind. But still one nonetheless, I guess.”

She thanks the bartender as she hands over the drinks, you’re almost done your second and you wonder vaguely if you should accept Lena’s proffered drink.

“That was a sweet moment, earlier this afternoon.”

You decide definitively that you need the drink after all. You say nothing, not trusting yourself to speak just yet.

“I think you’ve made two kids very happy.”

You sigh again, long and a little defeated. You don’t realize how exhausted you feel.

“It’s just- it brings back memories. My best friend’s kid brother was in the hospital for the longest time. We were all just kids, you know? How’s any kid supposed to deal with mortality like that?”

Lena looks at you in a soft understanding and you feel the threatening tell-tale of the floodgates opening. You distract yourself with another sip before you continue your story.

“She hasn’t been the same since. Lorenzo suffered for too long. It’s been a goddamn decade, and I still clearly remember running around the backyard with that kid, letting him score goals past me and our stupid jacket goalposts.”

You huff in laughter at the memory.

“That little girl loves her best friend so much. There’s more hope than not that she’ll make it. It’s just that- it’s just bullshit, seeing kids have to go through that character-building hokey kinda shit. You’re supposed to be playing and pretending and imagining and dreaming when you’re that age, not facing the reality of having to fight for your life.”

You don’t chance a glance at Lena, instead opting to stare at the label of your bottle as you hold it in your hands. You mutter your next sentence so softly, you almost doubt yourself that you’ve even spoken at all.

“I try so hard to help where I can, but money can only do so much when the universe doesn’t give a shit.”

She’s silent for a moment before she finally speaks.

“Well, as I’ve said, I think you made those kids very happy. Sometimes, that’s all it takes. And you are right, money can only do so much. Sometimes life has other plans. But I do believe that care is a prevailing force, and that kind of love and involvement harbours hope. That’s the kind of stuff fighters are made out of, and you’ve given them what they need.”

You inhale deeply, finally bracing yourself to look at Lena properly. She has her hair down, all gathered over a shoulder and she’s still in what looks like her business attire.

“Thanks for this.”

All she gives you is a hummed affirmative and she takes a drink of her gin and tonic.

You decide you’re exhausted of the weight of melancholy; you’ve exasperated the notion this evening - perhaps another day, you’ll figure out the rest.

Right now, however, you apparently can’t stand the lulls of silence in your conversations with Lena, and for whatever reason you just have to ruin the moment.

“I hope you don’t think this is a second date.”

Lena’s silent in contemplation for a moment.

“Yes, though, you’re still considerably insufferable and a little bit of a jerk. But I’ve acquiesced that you do have a heart, and I know that shouldn’t be so much of a surprise as it is but you do a very good job of making me doubt it sometimes.”

You grin to yourself and take another sip, relishing in the look Lena gives you as she rolls her eyes.

“Besides,” she says, “it’s not a date unless you’ve paid for it.”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware that was the new rule, princess?”

“Keep calling me that and it will be.”

You smirk mischievously and wonder if Lena’s realized her misstep. She gives no indication, and you have the thought again as you did when you first met her; damn, she is good at this.

She asks you an offhanded question, “would you care to divulge in which hospital it is that you’ll meet your two friends?”

“Uh, it’s the Luthor Family Children’s Hospital, why’s that?”

Lena simply gives a, “hmmm,” in response, and she looks contemplative as she glances at you briefly. She takes her phone out and seems to make note of something, typing away and pausing, then typing again.

You take the moment of distraction to study her. You think you’ve seen her before, you still can’t shake the sentiment and she still hasn’t bothered to help you - in fairness though, you haven’t bothered to even help yourself.

You have a hinting suspicion of something, and you think there’s the vague inkling of a realization in your midst, but you can’t quite place what it is. It bugs you to absolutely no end.

Whatever proverbial gears are in your head continue to grind as you feel yourself reach closer and closer to some hidden truth. You think you’re feeling the puzzle pieces in your head shifting and suddenly, in your slightly tipsy idiocy, you finally understand what you’ve been missing this entire time, and you think you could just kick yourself for it.

“Oh shit, wait- you’re Lena, as in Lena Luthor?”

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dashiellrobert-parr-blog · 8 years ago

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Summary: All about my only sonnnnn :DDD He was actually the quickest one to do!!!!! I honestly didn’t think that I had him that fleshed out at all, but I guess I did haha I love him!!!! <333

Trigger Warnings: None

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Dashiell Robert Parr

Nickname: Dash!!!! The only name he gives everybody. He’s in denial that Dashiell is like his actual real name haha

Reason for name: Hahahaha so Dash was a slip and slide delivery, like he came out super quick looooool Because of that, his dad came up with the genius idea of naming his son “Dash,” but Helen thought it was too simple and the pair came up with Dashiell. So there you have it folksss

Birthday: July 27th, 1999

Age: My little baby is going to be eighteen tomorrowwww!!!!

Gender: Male

Place of birth: New York City, New York (specifically Brooklyn)

Places lived since: Gawdd this kid has moved EVERYWHERE. His family has like basically been all over the United states until they finally settled down in Swynlake, which is where Dash is currently.

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Robert and Helen Parr. Both were famous ex superheroes back in their days: Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl. It was how they met actually, got stuck in a mission together and they hit it off ever since. Right now, however, Helen is a stay at home mom and Robert works in insurance at Interpride.

Number of siblings: Two that he truly believes is far more than enough. Violet Parr, the oldest and Jack-Jack Parr, the youngest.

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): For as much as Dash is a total shit head to his family, he really does love them a lot!!! He’d do anything for them, especially for his siblings. He will also make it his life mission to be the most annoying ass-hole brother Violet and Jack-Jack could ever have :DD

Happiest memory: That would be the very first day Dash realized he had the ability of speed!! He had ran so fast around the house that unfortunately he didn’t know how to stop and ended up crashing himself against a wall. That lead to a hospital visit shortly after, butttttt it’s still his happiest memory!!!

Childhood trauma: Aside from moving so damn much in his life time, not being able to make long lasting friends or anything because of the moving, having to hide his magic, which is essentially a HUGE part of who Dash is, and not being able to really get into any sports because of having to hide said magic... Dash really didn’t have any childhood trauma.

Children of his/her own?: None, he’s still a baby!!!!!

If so, relationship with their mother/father?: N/A

Age he/she gave birth/became a father: N/A

PHYSICAL

Height: 6’ 0”

Weight: 165 lbs

Build: Pretty built, but not like overly crazy built where it’s boarder line unattractive haha

Nationality: American

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): None. I’m sure people would believe that he’s ADHD, but that’s his magic.

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): Dash has had acne in his past because you know he’s a teen going through pubertttyyy, but other then that his skin is pretty healthy.

Distinguishing facial features: Ummmmmm his hair??? He has pretty awesome blonde hair if he does say so himself xD

Hair color: Blonde

Usual hair style: Down haha. Dash doesn’t do his hair beside like pass a hand over it when he wakes up so that it doesn’t look like complete crazy ass bed hair

Eye color: Dark Brown

Glasses? Contacts?: None

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Jeans. A huge fan of dark jeans and black ones. For the most part they tend to be ripped and sorta baggy he isn’t into the form fitting style. Sneakers of choice are converse, unless he’s at practice for one of his many sports. T-shirts again he does like his dark colors when it comes to those, but isn’t oppose to white t-shirts. He does like jacketssss so you’ll see those on him often and definitely sweat-shirts!!!! He owns a ton shit of hoodies.

Typical style of shoes: Converse!!!!! He likes Vans too. When he’s at practice or at games he usually wears Nikes. He’s just a sneaker boy.

Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Very resilient. Dash has a fast metabolism as well as a high stamina and so forth so it’s kind of hard for him to really get sick. Plus, he’s healthy in that he’s super active so he definitely gets his exercise in.

Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): Dash is a teen boy! He showers once a day because like who doesn’t? And he does shower after practice and any games. No, he doesn’t wear make-up. If the laundry got done then yeaaahhh he wears clean clothes lmaoo

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: No piercings, but oh man does he looovveeee tattoos!!!! He got all the ones he has all behind his mother’s back so of course he has been grounded for every single one of them. He has a g-clef that connects into a the symbol for a pulse on his chest where his heart is. He has a sick ass skull on the back of his shoulder, right side. A celtic design on his left forearm, not overtly huge, but it does cover a good portion of it. He would definitely love more!!!!

Accent?: None.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): Dash has restless leg syndrome so when he sits his leg constantly shakes hahaha. He has trouble staying still in general. He’ll tap his hands on surfaces just because he needs something to do, especially when he’s sitting down. He talks with his hands because he always has so much energy on him.

Athletic?: Very athletic!!!!! Oh my gosh Dash is in like a shit ton of sports. Track, basket ball, football, field hockey. Home boy just really LOVESSS his sports. He goes to the gym very often too. He’s probably my most athletic babe.

INTELLECT

Level of education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, MD, etc.): Currently in high school and still going.

Level of self esteem: So freaking high!!!! Dash has a large ego to him and can be such a cocky shit head!!!! In the end he does always mean well and has a pure heart, buttttt he’s still a shit head.

Gifts/talents: My son can play the guitar!!!!!! He knows both acoustic and electric, prefers electric. Helen had to find something, when he wasn’t allowed to do sports, to keep her son occupied and the guitar was the only thing that actually worked out for Dash.

Shortcomings: Hahaha where do I start?!?! Homeboy can’t STAY STILL!!!! He needs to constantly be moving. He thinks way too fast!!! His brain jumps from topic to topic to topic (his magic’s fault). He’s a cocky shit-head. He can be annoying as fuck, especially to his siblings. He can also be kind of obnoxious and could get loud too. He’s so precious though I do love him!!! <3

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Loudddddd. He talks pretty fast too. He honestly can’t help himself it’s part of his magic he’s trying to work through.

“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: Right brain. Hahaha Dash being sequential and logical funnnyyyyy

Artistic?: Yesss, well musically anyways.

Mathematical?: Nope, he’s struggling in his math class haha

Languages? Good ole American English.

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Emotions. Emotions all the way as he’s an impulsive little shit

Neuroses: None

Life philosophy: He’s young still figuring that out, besides the fact that “Life’s awesome because I’m awesome!” hahahaha

Religious stance: He doesn’t have a particular stand

Cautious or daring?: Daring!!!!! He’s so fucking impulsive he is the jump first think WAAAAYYYYYYY later

Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist :DD

Extrovert or introvert?: Extrovert!!!!!!

Level of comfort with technology: Very comfortable!!! He’s a fucking awesome speed texter!!!

RELATIONSHIPS

Current marital/relationship status: Taken

Sexual orientation: He’s a teen whatever he is now can changgee. I don’t even remember what I had him originally hahaha

Past relationships: Since Dash moved so FREAKING MUCHHH he really never had a chance to like get into a lasting relationship. Actually, Ariel is the longest thing to a relationship he has had thus farrr

A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Dash talks to the whole fucking world. He is definitely the popular type. Typical hot school jock, except he isn’t an ass-hole. He doesn’t stand for that kind of shittt

Most comfortable around (person): He lovvvess his friendssss!!!! So he’s comfortable with his whole crew!!!! Kiara, Callie, Ariel, Jake, Bambi. Out of all his friends though he’s the closest to Bambi, because Bambi was the very first friend he made in Swynlake :DDDD (Ariel you’re his girlfriend)

Oldest friend: Probably Bambi haha Bambi is like Dash’s first trueeeeee friend!!!! He wasn’t able to have any of those before because his family was constantly moving!!!!

SECRETS

Life goals: To be a fucking SUPER HERO!!!!!!!!!! He wants to be just as awesome as his parents once were!!! Nah, he wants to be BETTER!!!!!

Dreams: Pretty much the same as his life goal hahaha

Greatest fears: That he’ll have to go back to when he was suppressing his magic. His magic is such a HUGE part of who Dash is and now that he’s able to openly express that side of himself he can’t ever see himself going back to where he couldn’t

Most ashamed of: He’s a teenage boy with a huge ego, he currently can’t think of something that he’s really ashamed of xD

Compulsions: Dash can’t fucking sit still!!!!!! There is no way he can actually pull through a compulsion

Obsessions: Pizza!!!!!! Dash fucking LOVESSS pizza.

Secret hobbies: He skate boards, not really top secret and Jack-Jack is ten times better at it then Dash is. He’s in a shit ton of sports, again not really secret, but Dash is pretty much an open book soooo

Secret skills: Uhhhh he can play guitar??? And he can singggg other than that that are both not even secret really, that’s it

Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): None.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: Right now, life is pretty good for him. He can use his magic as he pleases, he has friends, can be in sports, has a pretty girlfriend like life is goooooddd. I don’t think he wants to change much.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance: You kidding me?!?! Dash LOVESSS himself. He wouldn’t want to change shit hahaha

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Night owl or early bird?: Night Owl

Light or heavy sleeper?: Heavy, he sleeps like the DEAD

Favorite food: PIZZAAA. His obsession. His ultimate favorite food everrrr

Least favorite food: Anything healthy hahaha

Favorite book: Dash honestly really doesn’t read.... like his favorite book would have to be a comic book.

Least favorite book: Any school text book period

Favorite movie: Dash is such superhero trash when it comes to his movie preferences. All the Batman movies are his faveee

Least favorite movie: Chick-flicks. All of them.

Favorite song: Light Em Up by Fall Out Boy.

Least favorite song: Anything slooowwwww he can’t. He doesn’t have the attention span for it hahaha

Coffee or tea?: Coffeeeeee, which is bad to give an already normally energetic boy

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Crunchy

Lefty or righty?: Lefty

Favorite color: Blueeee and Blackkk

Cusser?: Yeap. Your typical teenage boy xDD

Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: Nope. It’s hard for him to get drunk anyways because he has an enhanced metabolism.

Biggest regret: Hiding his magic for as long as he had. I meann he really didn’t have a choice, but if he had been able to use it from the get he would probably know how to work out the kinks by now.

Pets?: None

#knowing dash #his is so pureee #and so like him hahaha

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jesusvasser · 6 years ago

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2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring Four Seasons Wrap-Up

Despite all the wistful reminiscing about the demise of the Great American Station Wagon by enthusiasts too young to recall their mid-century heyday, truth be told most of those wagons weren’t really all that special. The average kids of the era were being shuttled about in ubiquitous land barges like the Ford Country Squire and Chrysler Town & Country. Few would have had any interaction with big block-powered rarities like the Mercury Colony Park or Chevrolet Kingswood Estate, let alone an Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser with a stonking Rocket V-8, four-on-the-floor with a Hurst shifter jutting out from the floor in front of the bench seat, and its slick glass roof.

Imagine now for a moment how today’s sport/utility vehicles will be remembered some half-century hence. Ford Explorers and Jeep Grand Cherokees will be thought of as the Country Squires and T&Cs of the day, but thanks to the wealth of fire-breathing M and AMG-badged monsters, 707-horse Trackhawks and the like, the modern equivalent of the musclecar-era super wagon won’t be so rare. This leaves fun and engaging outliers like Mazda CX-5, which lines up well with the Vista Cruiser.

Yes, we know, their powertrains are wildly different, but stay with us here. The new CX-5 has been styled to help it stand out in a veritable sea of look-alike crossovers, much like the Olds wagon did. And it has decent road manners and ride quality, without trying to be a tall, five-seat MX-5 Miata, just as the Vista Cruiser wasn’t trying to be a family-size 4-4-2.

We actually had the past in mind when we chose to add a 2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring to our Four Seasons fleet, though we weren’t thinking as much of classic wagons as we were of the 2013 CX-5 we also had in for a long-term evaluation. That first-gen CX-5 wowed us with how enjoyable it was to drive for a midsize crossover, and it never gave us a bit of trouble (though it spelled plenty for an unfortunate deer that struck it head-on). We wanted to see if the second-generation CX-5 could repeat the feat.

One feat the midsize Mazda crossover has been pulling off almost singlehandedly is levitating the fortunes the small, independent Japanese automaker. At one point during 2018 the CX-5 outsold Volkswagen’s Atlas, Tiguan, and Touareg combined. We don’t need to remind you that Mazda’s mainstream SUV sales help ensure a future for cars like the MX-5 Miata.

And while we adore the Miata, an area where we’ve had some issue with it as well as the CX-5 is in the motivation department. The naturally aspirated 2.5-liter four with 187 horsepower and 185 lb-ft of torque under the hood of the CX-5 sounds good on paper and likely offers more than adequate power for most of its intended customers. But we’re not most buyers. We wanted more go.

“Mazda is outperforming its competitors on every front when it comes to look and feel at a given price point,” senior editor Nelson Ireson says. “The only thing that’s not leading the game is powertrain tech, and that’s pretty obvious once you get behind the wheel.

“It’s not that it lacks power so much as it lacks low-end torque, requiring a good thrashing to make the hustle of a quick merger or short on-ramp,” Ireson continues. “That, in turn means engine noise and vibration, which spoils the polished, controlled, sorted vibe found in every other aspect of the CX-5.”

At around 8.6 seconds to 60 mph, the CX-5 gets up to speed acceptably, but as Ireson and others on staff found out, it lacks some giddy up in situations where you could use more of it.

“My biggest complaint is that the car’s dynamic proficiency highlights its lack of power, especially for passing on the freeway,” social media editor Billy Rehbock says.

Some editors wondered whether the 227-horse turbo four from the CX-9 would fit under the CX-5’s hood, perhaps as some sort of Mazdaspeed version (remember those, Mazda fans?). There is one other engine option coming soon (or at least we keep hearing it is) for the 2019 model year, however, in the form of Mazda’s long-awaited 2.2-liter turbodiesel four, which is tentatively rated at 173 horsepower and 310 lb-ft of torque. It should add the low-end grunt Ireson was looking for while marginally increasing fuel efficiency over the gas-powered engine.

Speaking of mpg, during our time with the CX-5 we recorded an average fuel economy of 24.5 mpg, which limboed under the EPA’s 26 mpg combined figure. It’s not all that surprising though considering how much we normally keep the hammer down around town—all in the name of evaluation, mind you.

“Could it use more power?” editor-in-chief Mike Floyd asks. “Of course, but then you start to sacrifice miles per gallon, and that’s a bad idea from a selling point perspective.”

Feelings throughout the staff were basically reversed when the subject turned to the CX-5’s dynamic chops. Although some thought it a bit softer than the first-gen model given its bigger dimensions and tuning that seemed more toward the comfort end of the spectrum, the new CX-5 was lauded for its precise steering that offers more feedback than most of its segment competitors, and overall poise on all manner of pavement.

Ireson sums up our thoughts well: “Ride quality is a careful balance of snappy handling and bumpy-road comfort. The steering is the crossover equivalent of extremely sporty, which is to say, not like you’d find in a sports car, but much closer to that ideal than the usual pile of mashed potatoes served to crossover drivers.”

The sentiment was much the same when the topic turned to the CX-5’s exterior style, which featured a killer Soul Red Metallic sheen on our test vehicle and attractive 19-inch rims. Praise was nearly universal for the Mazda’s sheetmetal, a design that takes some chances but generally speaking works instead of sticking out for the wrong reasons. It’s one of the key differentiators between the CX-5 and the rest of the midsize crossover crowd.

“Mazda continues to be at the forefront of design in the segment, and the new evolution of this design language is even cleaner,” associate editor Conner Golden says. “The CX-5 also looks a fair bit more expensive than it really is.”

That premium feel at an affordable price point philosophy extended to the interior. Materials had a near luxury look to them, and yet weren’t so precious as to worry about the effects of the sort of family travel for which this two-row SUV is intended. Given the comfortable cabin seating was swathed in a bright “parchment” white, keeping it clean was a bit of an issue, but thanks to a proper detailing it looked pretty much good as new when we turned it in.

It wasn’t all roses when the inside was mentioned. The familiar Mazda family of controls, including the rotary center dial that scrolls through audio, navigation and the like, received mixed reviews. ““There are some wonky things about the rotary dial infotainment setup,” Floyd says. “But it works. Screen seems a bit small given the competitive set [7-inches].”

At least one editor was unimpressed with the tiny sunroof. But for just north of $34,000 all in, the Grand Touring model was praised for its generous list of standard equipment and impressive suite of safety tech. Says Floyd, “I was impressed with the full-stop adaptive cruise control, and the head-up display also has a blind spot warning that’s pretty cool looking.”

The L.A. staff mostly used the CX-5 as a daily commuter, weekend errand-runner, and for the occasional short trip, but it got a cross country workout thanks to yours truly, who drove it north by northeast, through Reno, Nevada, and on to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, before heading back to the Motor City.

Once there, the Mazda CX-5 often had its back seat folded, with sheets, blankets, and doggy beds protecting the interior from a surfeit of collie hair. (There were frequent stops at powerful car wash vacuum stations.) My wife and I also used it to help relay an adopted dog to his new owner. Thanks to the CX-5 and Above and Beyond Transport, an English setter named Murphy had a comfortable ride from Detroit to Marine City, Michigan, his last 50 miles of a journey that began in Goochland, Virginia. We also used it for a couple of 360-mile round trips to our “Up North” cabin with the big dog in the family, a 100-pound rough collie.

During its 19,000 plus mile stay in our care, the CX-5 proved absolutely trouble free, with the only maintenance being a couple of oil changes and switching on and off a set of Bridgestone Blizzak winter rubber that we sourced from our friends at Tire Rack.

Rehbock nailed the team’s thoughts on our overall experience with the 2017 Mazda CX-5 well: “Perhaps no other affordable crossover fulfills our magazine’s mantra of ‘No Boring Cars.’ The CX-5 was never a punishment to drive. It boasts precise steering, well-tuned suspension and good throttle response,” he says. “I liked Mazda’s easy-to-navigate infotainment system. The white leather chairs were comfortable, supportive and stylish. The metallic red paint is one of the best colors on sale, and it’s a shame more cars don’t wear it.”

Chalk up at least one young enthusiast who will have fond memories of this family wagon some four or five decades hence.

Our 2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring

AS-TESTED PRICE $34,435

ENGINE 2.5L DOHC 16-valve I-4, 187 hp @ 6,000 rpm/185 lb-ft @ 4,000 rpm

TRANSMISSION 6-speed automatic

LAYOUT 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine AWD SUV

EPA MILEAGE 23/29/26 mpg (city/highway/combined)

L x W x H 179.1 x 72.5 x 65.3 in

WHEELBASE 106.2 in

WEIGHT 3,655 lb

0-60 MPH 8.6 sec

TOP SPEED N/A mph

OUR CAR

ODOMETER START/END 563/19,345

GALLONS OF FUEL USED 756.36

OBSERVED FUEL ECONOMY 24.5 mpg

TOTAL FUEL COST $2,403.66

AVERAGE COST/GALLON $3.18

MAINTENANCE 3x Oil change/inspection, $209.17

RECALLS AND TSBS None

OUT OF POCKET 4x Bridgestone Blizzak winter tires, mounting and balancing, $765.70 Remount original all-season tires, $95.00

OUR OPTIONS

Premium Package, $1,830 (Head-up display with traffic sign recognition, power passenger seat, driver seat memory, heated steering wheel, heated rear seats, windshield deicer); Soul Red Crystal Metallic paint, $595; Rear bumper guard, $125; Retractable cargo cover, $250

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2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring Four Seasons Wrap-Up

At around 8.6 seconds to 60 mph, the CX-5 gets up to speed acceptably, but as Ireson and others on staff found out, it lacks some giddy up in situations where you could use more of it.

“My biggest complaint is that the car’s dynamic proficiency highlights its lack of power, especially for passing on the freeway,” social media editor Billy Rehbock says.

“Could it use more power?” editor-in-chief Mike Floyd asks. “Of course, but then you start to sacrifice miles per gallon, and that’s a bad idea from a selling point perspective.”

Chalk up at least one young enthusiast who will have fond memories of this family wagon some four or five decades hence.

Our 2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring

AS-TESTED PRICE $34,435

ENGINE 2.5L DOHC 16-valve I-4, 187 hp @ 6,000 rpm/185 lb-ft @ 4,000 rpm

TRANSMISSION 6-speed automatic

LAYOUT 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine AWD SUV

EPA MILEAGE 23/29/26 mpg (city/highway/combined)

L x W x H 179.1 x 72.5 x 65.3 in

WHEELBASE 106.2 in

WEIGHT 3,655 lb

0-60 MPH 8.6 sec

TOP SPEED N/A mph

OUR CAR

ODOMETER START/END 563/19,345

GALLONS OF FUEL USED 756.36

OBSERVED FUEL ECONOMY 24.5 mpg

TOTAL FUEL COST $2,403.66

AVERAGE COST/GALLON $3.18

MAINTENANCE 3x Oil change/inspection, $209.17

RECALLS AND TSBS None

OUT OF POCKET 4x Bridgestone Blizzak winter tires, mounting and balancing, $765.70 Remount original all-season tires, $95.00

OUR OPTIONS

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2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring Four Seasons Wrap-Up

At around 8.6 seconds to 60 mph, the CX-5 gets up to speed acceptably, but as Ireson and others on staff found out, it lacks some giddy up in situations where you could use more of it.

“My biggest complaint is that the car’s dynamic proficiency highlights its lack of power, especially for passing on the freeway,” social media editor Billy Rehbock says.

“Could it use more power?” editor-in-chief Mike Floyd asks. “Of course, but then you start to sacrifice miles per gallon, and that’s a bad idea from a selling point perspective.”

Chalk up at least one young enthusiast who will have fond memories of this family wagon some four or five decades hence.

Our 2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring

AS-TESTED PRICE $34,435

ENGINE 2.5L DOHC 16-valve I-4, 187 hp @ 6,000 rpm/185 lb-ft @ 4,000 rpm

TRANSMISSION 6-speed automatic

LAYOUT 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine AWD SUV

EPA MILEAGE 23/29/26 mpg (city/highway/combined)

L x W x H 179.1 x 72.5 x 65.3 in

WHEELBASE 106.2 in

WEIGHT 3,655 lb

0-60 MPH 8.6 sec

TOP SPEED N/A mph

OUR CAR

ODOMETER START/END 563/19,345

GALLONS OF FUEL USED 756.36

OBSERVED FUEL ECONOMY 24.5 mpg

TOTAL FUEL COST $2,403.66

AVERAGE COST/GALLON $3.18

MAINTENANCE 3x Oil change/inspection, $209.17

RECALLS AND TSBS None

OUT OF POCKET 4x Bridgestone Blizzak winter tires, mounting and balancing, $765.70 Remount original all-season tires, $95.00

OUR OPTIONS

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Are we geared up for a telephone for hardcore game enthusiasts?

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Are we geared up for a telephone for hardcore game enthusiasts?

The gaming phone has had turbulent records. Be it with the Nokia N-Gage, the Acer Predator 6, or the Sony Ericsson Xperia PLAY, the experiment has by no means pretty worked out. Meanwhile, many devoted handheld gaming gadgets have proved a hit with the original Game Boy, with the Nintendo Switch as these days as this yr yet again proving the capacity of the gaming handheld.

We mentioned the day gone by on rumors concerning an ability upcoming Razer handset, probably an Android phone, and one in all likelihood targeted at “hardcore game enthusiasts.” This isn’t always based totally on a respectable assertion by Razer — it could release any other Windows gaming tablet, for all we know — however, it has nonetheless raised an interesting question: given the beyond disasters and latest successes in committed mobile gaming hardware, are we at the end ready for a cell phone for hardcore gamers?

Casual vs Hardcore First, it is probably necessary to unpack the notions of the “informal” and the “hardcore” gamer. While within the beyond one would possibly use the duration of time spent playing a game/video games, the form of gaming machine performed on, the quantity of money invested in gaming, and ability degree, as rickety measuring sticks for discerning the kind of gamer category a person fits into, those thoughts are in the long run wrong. You can have gamers who want to make investments time and money in video games or want to play them well, and absolutely can’t.

Then there are gamers who gladly straddle those distinctions: I even have each finished Dark Souls and spent the maximum of my time this 12 months playing 5-minute stints of Dig Deep!. In which class do I fit?

The phrases are nebulous and often debated, but for simplicity, I’ll use them in this article. Just don’t forget that after I write hardcore I mean “regarding a preference for intensity” as opposed to “the time one spends playing video games” or “talent stage.”

The pictures myth The market for cellular gaming is sizeable: Google Play Store sport download figures tell us that. But present day Android telephones are already fairly capable with regards to gambling the good sized majority of video games on provide on the Play Store — it would be tougher to discover a recreation that a four or so yr old phone couldn’t run than one it can.

In other words, if a gamer-targeted telephone should only take benefit of video games within the Google Play Store, it wouldn’t have plenty more to offer than every other flagship cell phone (except it arrives at a comparatively low rate, this is or is constructed with gaming ergonomics).

Better portraits do now not assure that a product will appeal to a hardcore gamer. You don’t want to have the particularly sturdy hardware to create so-known as hardcore studies. Look at, say, Dwarf Fortress as compared to UNKILLED inside the screenshots below (that’s UNKILLED on the bottom, there).

Which would you are saying has “better” pictures? Which might be you saying is more likely to provide a “hardcore” experience? That’s an apparent instance, however, if you look back to the likes of the eight-bit NES technology you may find video games that offer a good deal deeper gameplay than titles determined by a long way more effective contemporary smartphones.

Essentially, you may have a hardcore gaming device without hardcore games; what’s an Alienware Area fifty one which could only play Kitty Cat Clicker?

Opportunities If a flagship cell phone and a Bluetooth speaker can already take gain of what maximum contemporary cellular video games provide an audio/visual degree, what else ought to a gamer-focused cell phone provider? Here are a few guidelines:

Dedicated games Internet connectivity optimizations to make sure clean online play Upgrade options (like swapping out the GPU/CPU) Additional buttons (shoulder buttons/D-pad) Mouse/keyboard/controller guide 4K show/surround sound? (Dedicated gaming laptops, like those Razer, already manufactures, also typically target functions like higher battery existence, decrease-noise, better cooling systems, much less weight, and slimmer profiles in every new iteration. But, apart from better battery life, those aren’t likely to be vital factors in a gaming smartphone.)

Razer might also try and put in force one or greater of the gadgets listed above into a gaming telephone, and, of those, manipulate is probably one of the higher areas on which to attend. Online seems strong sufficient, CPU/GPU swapping would be tough, and audio/visual upgrades can, as formerly mentioned, best be taken to date.

Unlike snap shots/sound, manage without a doubt can be a barrier to getting the overall enjoyment of an identity, creating the distinction between playing it and gaining knowledge of it, and it’s a fundamental challenge while porting games to smartphones. Coming from PC or console input to a touch screen can all but ruin a sport, as it lacks the precision of other types of entries. It’s to the Nintendo Switch’s credit that it comes to a touchscreen and extra controls.

This — better manage — is a place wherein Razer definitely does have an opportunity to provide something credible to the hardcore smartphone gaming crowd. But a controller’s usefulness additionally is predicated on the sport: particular manipulate way not anything on an identity like Candy Crush and everything on a game like Downwell — and your Downwells are massively outnumbered in Google Play. Not to say the haphazard means of even finding controller-supported titles.

Which leads me to devoted video games. This can be Razer’s other course to fulfillment as it is able to try to deliver particular titles to the phone with hardcore studies in thoughts. Developing its own titles, like Netflix, could be steeply-priced and take forever, however, Razer should attempt to inspire developers to make games for its system. Obtaining games that require its Razer Android device to play isn’t out of the question, although — Nvidia has accomplished it. It’s simply that, Nvidia is likewise bringing in billions of dollars in revenue every 12 months thanks to its semiconductor business.

Cards on the desk: I don’t suppose a dedicated gaming cell phone is a smart idea. There are nevertheless first rate strides to be made in cellular gaming, however except Razer has some grand plan for cellular titles, the maximum excessive-overall performance hardware within the global still wouldn’t be enough to make a dedicated gaming cell phone profitable for the majority of people. Not if it only has the video games in the Play Store to work with.

There is hope, although. Nvidia has made first-rate gaming drugs within the SHIELD and SHIELD Tablet K1, imparting a committed controller, its own video games market, streaming/casting, and imparting up more Android updates than most of the people of different cell phone manufacturers, all at an inexpensive price. They additionally didn’t have that overblown appear like many different devices built for gamers. They are capsules, but, products which you may purchase in addition to a smartphone. Owning an everyday smartphone and a gaming telephone is probably a stretch.

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2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring Four Seasons Wrap-Up

At around 8.6 seconds to 60 mph, the CX-5 gets up to speed acceptably, but as Ireson and others on staff found out, it lacks some giddy up in situations where you could use more of it.

“My biggest complaint is that the car’s dynamic proficiency highlights its lack of power, especially for passing on the freeway,” social media editor Billy Rehbock says.

“Could it use more power?” editor-in-chief Mike Floyd asks. “Of course, but then you start to sacrifice miles per gallon, and that’s a bad idea from a selling point perspective.”

Chalk up at least one young enthusiast who will have fond memories of this family wagon some four or five decades hence.

Our 2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring

AS-TESTED PRICE $34,435

ENGINE 2.5L DOHC 16-valve I-4, 187 hp @ 6,000 rpm/185 lb-ft @ 4,000 rpm

TRANSMISSION 6-speed automatic

LAYOUT 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine AWD SUV

EPA MILEAGE 23/29/26 mpg (city/highway/combined)

L x W x H 179.1 x 72.5 x 65.3 in

WHEELBASE 106.2 in

WEIGHT 3,655 lb

0-60 MPH 8.6 sec

TOP SPEED N/A mph

OUR CAR

ODOMETER START/END 563/19,345

GALLONS OF FUEL USED 756.36

OBSERVED FUEL ECONOMY 24.5 mpg

TOTAL FUEL COST $2,403.66

AVERAGE COST/GALLON $3.18

MAINTENANCE 3x Oil change/inspection, $209.17

RECALLS AND TSBS None

OUT OF POCKET 4x Bridgestone Blizzak winter tires, mounting and balancing, $765.70 Remount original all-season tires, $95.00

OUR OPTIONS:

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2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring Four Seasons Wrap-Up

At around 8.6 seconds to 60 mph, the CX-5 gets up to speed acceptably, but as Ireson and others on staff found out, it lacks some giddy up in situations where you could use more of it.

“My biggest complaint is that the car’s dynamic proficiency highlights its lack of power, especially for passing on the freeway,” social media editor Billy Rehbock says.

“Could it use more power?” editor-in-chief Mike Floyd asks. “Of course, but then you start to sacrifice miles per gallon, and that’s a bad idea from a selling point perspective.”

Chalk up at least one young enthusiast who will have fond memories of this family wagon some four or five decades hence.

Our 2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring

AS-TESTED PRICE $34,435

ENGINE 2.5L DOHC 16-valve I-4, 187 hp @ 6,000 rpm/185 lb-ft @ 4,000 rpm

TRANSMISSION 6-speed automatic

LAYOUT 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine AWD SUV

EPA MILEAGE 23/29/26 mpg (city/highway/combined)

L x W x H 179.1 x 72.5 x 65.3 in

WHEELBASE 106.2 in

WEIGHT 3,655 lb

0-60 MPH 8.6 sec

TOP SPEED N/A mph

OUR CAR

ODOMETER START/END 563/19,345

GALLONS OF FUEL USED 756.36

OBSERVED FUEL ECONOMY 24.5 mpg

TOTAL FUEL COST $2,403.66

AVERAGE COST/GALLON $3.18

MAINTENANCE 3x Oil change/inspection, $209.17

RECALLS AND TSBS None

OUT OF POCKET 4x Bridgestone Blizzak winter tires, mounting and balancing, $765.70 Remount original all-season tires, $95.00

OUR OPTIONS:

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2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring Four Seasons Wrap-Up

At around 8.6 seconds to 60 mph, the CX-5 gets up to speed acceptably, but as Ireson and others on staff found out, it lacks some giddy up in situations where you could use more of it.

“My biggest complaint is that the car’s dynamic proficiency highlights its lack of power, especially for passing on the freeway,” social media editor Billy Rehbock says.

“Could it use more power?” editor-in-chief Mike Floyd asks. “Of course, but then you start to sacrifice miles per gallon, and that’s a bad idea from a selling point perspective.”

Chalk up at least one young enthusiast who will have fond memories of this family wagon some four or five decades hence.

Our 2017 Mazda CX-5 Grand Touring

AS-TESTED PRICE $34,435

ENGINE 2.5L DOHC 16-valve I-4, 187 hp @ 6,000 rpm/185 lb-ft @ 4,000 rpm

TRANSMISSION 6-speed automatic

LAYOUT 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine AWD SUV

EPA MILEAGE 23/29/26 mpg (city/highway/combined)

L x W x H 179.1 x 72.5 x 65.3 in

WHEELBASE 106.2 in

WEIGHT 3,655 lb

0-60 MPH 8.6 sec

TOP SPEED N/A mph

OUR CAR

ODOMETER START/END 563/19,345

GALLONS OF FUEL USED 756.36

OBSERVED FUEL ECONOMY 24.5 mpg

TOTAL FUEL COST $2,403.66

AVERAGE COST/GALLON $3.18

MAINTENANCE 3x Oil change/inspection, $209.17

RECALLS AND TSBS None

OUT OF POCKET 4x Bridgestone Blizzak winter tires, mounting and balancing, $765.70 Remount original all-season tires, $95.00

OUR OPTIONS:

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