#lolas food garage

[invisibleraven]

one getting something in their eye and the other trying to help by blowing it out (hands on the cheek and everything) - Kinda feeling Bobby with this one. Bobby and... Reggie? (feel free to make it someone else if that's not speaking to you)

'This is so stupid,' Bobby thought.

"On your mark...get set...GO!" Reggie yelled gleefully. Luke and Bobby took off running, amidst the cheers of their friends.

Bobby usually wasn't one for exercise-he didn't mind yoga, but that was only because it was something fun to do with lola in the mornings. Otherwise sports and the like was just another thing his father was disappointed in him about, since he had been a football legend.

However, Luke had challenged Bobby to a foot race, winner got to pick the setlist for their next gig, and Bobby was determined to win. There was no other way some of his own songs on the docket.

Out of the four of them, Alex was the track star, so Bobby was glad he wasn't racing the drummer. Reggie was part of 4H, where he regularly got to ride horses and did a fair bit of physical labour. Even Luke actually participated in gym class, was even on the weightlifting team since the competitions paid for guitar strings and street dogs.

The most Bobby lifted was the amps from the garage to the van and then into the gig before reversing the process. Sure those amps, cords, and pieces of the drum set weren't light, but it didn't result in him having bulging biceps, rippling abs, or a large amount of stamina.

Needless to say, Bobby was a bit winded by half way through the route they were taking, panting and puffing, but kept pushing because dammit he wanted to share Black & Blue Heart Break with the world, or at least the great LA area who came to Sunset Curve shows.

"Eat my dust Shaw!" Luke yelled as he passed him.

"Fuck you Patterson!" Bobby wheezed back. Then coughed as he literally got a cloud of dust in his face.

Then stabbing pain, because just his luck, some of it got in his fucking eye. "Ow fuck!"

"You okay dude?" Luke asked, having wheeled back to check on him.

"The dust was supposed to be metaphorical," Bobby sneered. "Got in my eye."

"Don't rub it!" Luke chided, swatting his hand away. "Lemme see."

Bobby blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his eye, then grunted as Luke's hands grasped his cheeks. "What the fuck?"

"I'm trying to see your eye doofus," Luke replied, moving his face back and forth, tutting. "Ouch, that looks bad."

"Totally your fault," Bobby replied.

"Fair," Luke replied with a shrug, then blew a stream of air at him.

"What are you doing?" Bobby asked, trying to jolt back, but Luke had too firm a hold on his face.

"Trying to get your eye clear," Luke stated. "Either by blowing the dust out or getting your eye to water and clear it that way."

"Who taught you this miracle cure, Nurse Ratchet?"

"My mom you jerk," Luke retorted, blowing again.

Bobby stopped struggling at that-Luke didn't mention his mom much since leaving home, even though they spent most every night together given Luke was living in Bobby's garage. Bobby had offered his guest room, but Luke felt bad squatting and stealing food from the fridge, he didn't want to have lola put him up in the house. Besides she would probably call Emily right away if she knew.

Luke looked at Bobby, lips pursed as he blew, his eyes glowing gold in the afternoon sun. A little sweaty from their run, a streak of dust on his cheek, which Bobby reached up to wipe away.

"I-I think I got it," Luke stammered, letting his hands fall away from Bobby's face.

"Thanks," Bobby replied, looking away, eye feeling better but face flushed. "You wanna keep racing?"

"Nah, there was no way you were gonna win anyways," Luke joked.

"We'll see about that!" Bobby declared, taking off running.

Luke laughed, then ran after him-and maybe, just maybe, he let Bobby win. But only by a little.

[seancamerons]

favorite degrassi places & locations the dot (all iterations but the og dot seemed so friggin' cozy) emma's bedroom in the basement (with the window that you can sneak in and out of) fiona's loft joey's living room craig's garage craig's shortlived darkroom at albert's the school MI lab the rave frankie's room the caf manny's room from s1 lol tony's garage the cute lil builiard/pool hall place from season 7 with no name? cute little food court spot where palex worked in s5 little abandoned church the misfits from s10 had a party at the greenhouse jatie made by the lockers that were that pretty teal the ravine (ultimate favorite) lola's cantina the roof of degrassi liberty's hot tub the student council room the tree where sean was leaning during white wedding spinner's apartment ashley's house with that cute stained glass window/bedroom with the orange scarf thing on the lamp? (fire hazard) and posters ofc. lilmisssteaks (see what they did there?) boiler room *not in town but wasaga beach looked lowkey fun that cursed college house where darco lived with like a rotating list of people and the two random harajuku girl roomies who didn't talk at all (reminds me a little bit of that gwen stefani l.a.m.b-era in '05.) tracker and later sean's apartment in s4 who eventually went to ellie and then bueller died there so it's likely haunted? emma's living room with the weird mural by the stairs maya's room the hollingsworth house (formally i believe the coyne house in like s9 and for la-complex people where everyone lived!) last but certainly not least - ZANZIBAR!

[marsmarvel02]

"What Manny Can't Fix" Review: Chapter 16

Welcome back and welcome again to my review of "What Manny Can't Fix" a Handy Manny fanfic that- well, if I'm reviewing it, you know it's got to be bad.

In the last chapter... something happened, I guess, and now in this chapter Turner is faced with a plot bombshell we all knew had to happen sometime... and a plot bombshell that comes completely the heck out of nowhere with no foreshadowing whatsoever.

(And as always, if you'd like to start this review series from the beginning, Chapter 1 is here.)

Chapter 16

Hey, does anyone remember what happened in the last chapter?

I think it was a Plunker segment… which might be why I can’t recall anything. 

Wait, wasn’t there golf involved somehow?

Anyway…

Well here we go…. Turner internally sighed. First day on the new job. How am I going to do this!? I can’t just keep going to the kid everyday to take food from him!

Turner wasn’t sure if it was the fear that Manny would become suspicious of him constantly taking food or guilt for doing it, but Turner felt a knot twist in his stomach. 

For some reason, I feel really tired of “knots in tool stomachs are bad for the spacetime continuum” jokes.

Like something made them stop being funny anymore, or something.

I don’t really have much of a choice, do I? I can’t go back to the bakery, and I can’t even remember where the community garden is! I guess I’ll have to go back there.

Turner made his way down the sidewalk, his stomach still churning.

When he got to the entrance of the backyard, he paused when he heard crying.  Manny?

Uh-oh.

Turner rushed in and saw Manny sitting on the back porch, sobbing into his hands.

He hurried over to the porch and sat next to him. “Manny? What’s wrong?”

“Turner!” Manny said, quickly picking him up and pressing him into a tight hug.

“Yeah kid, I’m here, I’m here…” Turner said, gently. “It’s okay…”

He nuzzled slightly against Manny’s cheek, hoping to calm him down. “What’s wrong, kid?”

“Mi...Mi madre murió….” [“My… my mother died…”] Manny sobbed, pulling the screwdriver closer.

Wow, a source of cheap emotional torque that doesn’t involve romance! I’m impressed!

Turner knew enough Spanish to understand his mother had passed away.

“I...I’m sorry kid…” Turner said, softly.

Manny sniffled loudly and just sat there, cradling Turner close to his chest. “Turner?”

“Yeah?”

“Will….will you stay here with me?”

Turner froze. “Stay….h..here?”

Manny nodded. “Please...I...I don’t wanna be alone…”

“Kid….I...I can’t…”

Wow, I actually felt the tiniest crumb of genuine sadness there. Just a modicum, a scintilla, a speck, but that’s still more than literally anything else in this story has made me feel.

Manny frowned. “Oh….I understand…” He pulled away slightly and sighed.

Not bad for a completely-out-of-left-field random plot twist!  

Turner felt the knot twist even more. 

Hopefully the author doesn’t find a way to ruin it somehow.

Swift watched closely from behind the fence as Turner and Manny talked.-

Aaaand they did.

-She narrowed her eyes at them. I knew there was something suspicious about him! I gotta tell Teeth!

“But….I guess I can stay here with you a while…” Turner said.

“G...Gracias Turner…” Manny sniffled, holding him closer.

“It’s gonna be okay kid.” Turner said, gently.

“I hope so..” Manny sighed. “Tomorrow I’m going to Concrete Falls to stay with my dad for a while.”

“Your dad lives in Concrete Falls?”

I can’t wait for poorly-thought-out location placement to turn Concrete Falls into another region of San Diego.

Manny nodded. “He runs a garage there. Me, Reuben, and Lola used to help him…until me and Lola moved down here to live with mom. Reuben stayed with dad but he still came down to visit.”

“Oh.” Turner frowned. “So you’re going to live with your dad now?”

“For a while….then me and Lola are gonna stay with Abuelito.” Manny explained, hugging Turner more. “You’ll still be here too, right?”

“Yeah, of course kid.” Turner said without hesitation. “I’ll still visit you.”

“Manny!” A voice called, startling Turner.

“Who...who was that?” He asked anxiously.

“My Abuelito.” Manny said, putting Turner back on the porch. “I have to go….”

He stood up and looked at Turner again. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come with?”

Turner sighed. “I’m sorry kid...I can’t…”

“It’s okay…” Manny said, heading towards the door. “I’ll see you later, right?”

Turner smiled. “Right, kid.”

When Turner returned to the alleyway, Teeth, Swift, and Twist all looked at him, and they didn’t seem too happy.

What’s with them? Turner thought. Then realization hit him. I forgot to bring food back! And on my first day of it being my full job! How did I forget the one thing I needed to get!?

Oh my. The dramatic irony is killing me.

Turner smiled anxiously as he hopped over to the three of them. “Hey guys...uh...I just uh...came back to uh...tell you I haven’t heard of any food yet, but I’ll uh...keep looking!”

“Save it Oliver, we know you found your own little Jenny.” Teeth said.

What on Earth does that mean? 

Turner looked confused. “What?”

All I know is that it sounds like another out-of-place pop culture reference.

Teeth went over. “Swift told us everything.”

Oh, right. Oliver And Company. 

Turner looked over at Swift who seemed angry, and Twist….She looked devastated.

Gee, Turner is going to get kicked out of the gang and end up being able/having to go to Concrete Falls with Manny after all! How convenient!

“You were with a human this whole time….” Twist said as she went over to him, her voice small and broken.   “How could you do this to us!?” Tears rushed down her cheeks.

“Whoa, whoa!” Turner panicked. “I...I wasn’t with a human….”

The other tools looked at him, unconvinced.

“Well...o...okay I...I was...but...but it’s not like we were friends or anything!” Turner protested.

“Hm. Right.” Swift grumbled. “That’s why he was hugging you?”

“No! You...you don’t understand!” Turner pleaded.

“No. I don’t think you understand.” Teeth said, getting closer. “You’re a traitor! And we don’t like traitors around her.” He turned towards Twist and Swift. “Right, girls?”

“Right!” Swift said.

“...Right…” Twist said, looking away slightly. 

“Yes, riiiiiiiiiight…” 

“So I suggest you mosey on out of here”-

Random cowboy lingo. That’s a way to kill the mood that I haven’t seen before!

-“before we have an even bigger problem.” He said, bending his blade towards Turner.

“H..hey...let's not get violent here…” Turner sputtered out. 

“Why? Because your little human isn’t here to protect you?” Teeth laughed.

“Just let him go, Teeth.” Twist sighed. “He’s not worth our time…”

Teeth looked Turner over one more time before laughing slightly. “You’re right, Twist. He can’t do anything to us….Come on girls, let's go…”

He and Swift left the alleyway, but Twist lingered behind slightly. She sighed and turned towards Turner.  

“Twist I…”

“Turner…” She groaned. “You hurt me.”

“I didn’t mean to Twist...I...I just…”

“You just what?” She asked. “Thought you could get away lying to us!?”

“ Well ...yeah...but I was just doing it to get food!”

“So you don’t care about him? At all?” Twist challenged. 

“Well I...wouldn’t say at all ...but he’s just-”

Twist sighed again. “Just forget it, Turner...it’s for the best if you just leave…”

“But, but….”

He watched as Twist followed the others.

But you’re my family...

Aaaand CHAPTER!

(My review of the next chapter is now up and available for reading!)

[meichifulifejourney]

Here's a confension.

Dear you,

If your reading this then it means two things, Posting scheduled post from tumblr to Facebook is still a thing or because I'm already dead and doens't have the ability to delete this.

When I was a teenager, i had a talked with a counselor at school I remember she said to write down my emotions, write down whats on your head, let the pen speak what your lips cant utter so Im now writing this.

If your reading this dont tell my parents.

Dont tell the police its too late for that. As an adult I know these facts now. All i want is for someone to know why Im fucked up in the head.

(Because Adults failed me. Adults failed to protect a child like me.)

The Year is 2014 and I have a confession to make.

What is home? Where is home?

I'm not sure if its just me but when i try to remember my childhood the first memory i have is from the time my Parents told me i would be living with my grandparents. As a child i don't fully understand it my lolo and lola lives just next door but i do feel excited. You see my grandparents house is so big (on a kid perspective) they have a huge garage that can fit two jeepney and a tricycle, its up and down, their kitchen has this amazing round table where the top part has a little round thing that can rotate so you could get the food that you want. They have their own garden and balcony.

My first thought is i have a big playing space, our house is small and we only have one bedroom where we all sleep together. What I didn't know is this is where all my abandoment issue will start.

At first I didn't think about it but as days turns to weeks and months I started to get the feeling of loneliness, I'm showered with a lot of things, new clothes, new shoes and delicous food but all of this is topped with loneliness.

I envy my cousins who also lives there, they have their parents to care for them, Lola have to always asked one of my Aunts to tie my hair for school, or asked them to go with me so I could buy shoes. Later on I've learned that my Parents income is not enough to raise all three of their kids together and my mom said she's having a hard time taking care of three kids at the same time. So they choose me out of all three children to be raised by my lola for the reason that I'am the eldest and I would understand that my needs is far less than the needs of my younger brothers.

For them, the time I spent there is just brief but its long enough for me to crave the love and care of what having true parents meant.

They take me back when Papa's income become much stable, when mama is able to put up a small business, they take me back because back then its time for me to help them raise my siblings.

You see my parents are good people, surrounded by good friends. It came to the point that I found these friends so good, Good enough to let me think that it is okay to get sexually abused by them. First it was my godfather, he always call me pretty and touch different parts of my body, Have you imagined being a 5 year old and had someone fingers between your thighs? He said he was giving you pleasure but you don't understand it, you don't understand why you have to put your pants down or why he asked you to lift your shirt.

It happened for a while until suddenly he stops visiting when my parents are not around. Why didn't I tell the adults about it? Cause i'm an invisible kid around them. No one pays attention to me they only see me if they need to ask me to help them with something.

The second assult happen when im alone at home, I remember this because I have fever and my family has to be somewhere for a while. This person is one of my brothers god father. You see I knew these people and they spend time in our house.

I remember him asking me if I ever have a first kiss. Im just 9 that time. I shake my head no because I know kissing your parents is not counted as first kiss. I learned how to kiss at the age of 9 with me sitting with my assailant lap with his hands roaming around my small body. I dont understand it but the sensation is good. Growing up I realize that its because im slowly becoming a teenager that time and my body is developing hormones.

I had my first sex at our home bathroom where he asked me to stand on our toilet seat it was painful and his not even pushing himself in just the tip. I didn't cry, I didn't say anything because he told me he will kill me if i did, he told me that no one should know or they will get disappointed at me. It continue like that for I think about a year, he knows my parents schedules and go there everytime they are not around.

The third sexual assault happens when Im playing with two of my teenage boys cousins. You see, my parents told me not to go outside, I have to stay indoors with my siblings so when they asked me to play house with them i agree.

You guess it right, Im the wife. You see I have been sexually abuse twice that I already think that when a man tried to put his penis out in front of you its normal. They asked me to lay on the bed. I remember it so clearly like it just happened, Put your clothes up, pull your panty down. Imagine two people masterbating infront of a kid rubbed of her innocence, spread your legs april. Yan ganyan. I got used to following orders because i was asked to always keep it quiet. Always listen to the adults because thats the right thing to do.

I remember one of them laying on top of me with me still holding my shirt up and not making a sound, I remember being dry hump he has his pants back on but keeps rubbing his sex on me.

My fifth sexual abuse happens when I was 11, My cousin whose age is as same as me asked me to put my shorts down. At this point I know what he wants I really thought that its normal so we hide in the garden me against the wall and him rubbing his sex on me. This is the first time that I've realized that this is not normal, An adult caught us. I was emotionless. As a kid im always like that I always have these poker face and the only indications of my emotions Is when my face is red and there are tears in my eyes.

You think that by this time, finally these assaults will comes to an end? What a joke. I got the blame. The adult caught us and told me "malandi ka" I was the one getting fantasized, abused but I got the blame. That time I know that adults are worthless scumbags that in this world I only have myself.

I was powerless.

When I started grade six, I was yet again force to live with another relatives, Their house is near my school so It saving us tons of money and time. I live there until third year highschool. If you think that getting abused stopped when i live there? You thought it wrong.

I'm a growing teenager, one night when I was sleeping one of my uncle enters the room. I remember pretending to be asleep as he touch my breast. The room is shared and so it only happens once.

At that point I was asking myself, what is home? Where Is home? Is there a place for me to be safe? Is it a curse or a blessing to be a woman?

Fourth year highschool when i got back to live with my parents again. This time my assailant is one of my brother.

Our home is still small and we still share a bedroom. I was sleeping and I woke up with my pants getting pulled down my legs being pushed apart and him on top of me. This time i fought and pushed him then I talked to my parents about it.

They didn't do anything, They said they talked to him and asked him what happened. Guess who got the blamed. ME apparently i seduced him. I allowed him to be in my personal space.

I experience all of these because Im a woman, because being pretty is a curse, and because Im a woman subject to the desire of men.

Fuck the adults, they don't know whats going on my head. If this post made it to you then my depression got the best of me, or I was still alive but forgot all about this.

In this world, I learned that I am alone. But then i still have a tiny hope in my heart that someone out there still wants to take care of me, I can't help but imagine, would there be a time I would ask someone to stay the night with me? would I asked someone not to leave me? Would i be able to asked someone not to take me home and run away with me?

Sometimes I wonder if there are still arms i want my body to be wrapped around. Sometimes I wonder if anyone would listen, would anyone be out there would tell me that I'm strong, that I'm worth all the stress that I might give them because I know that when I found someone whom I feel safe I would call them my home, i would want to spend day and night with them because their arms makes me feel home, safe and a place where i could lay down my burdens.

Would that person exsist? I hope you do. And If im still alive 10 years after I wrote this then please help me. Its my cry for help.

Its not easy to live in a place where you are continusly reminded of all the bad things that happened to you. To be in the same space as your assilants who does not see what they have done to you. To see them live their lives while you have all these voices talking to your head.

If your reading this and im still here please run away with me. Please save me.

[percontaion-points]

The Chemist chapter 22

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Chapter 22

She hit the [send] button. Things couldn’t get that much worse, anyway.

I mean, Daniel could be dead. So don’t say that it couldn’t get worse, because they 100% can. 

“Was that a drug deal, then?”

[...]

“You think he’ll tell someone about us?”

On a list of people that could and would be questioned about Julie/Kevin/Daniel, the college kid selling dope on the street corner is not going to be of much interest to the government. I doubt that he’d even flag their system as a possible witness. 

She supposed it was inevitable, the way they’d been carrying on, that given a quiet place far away, for the moment, from any danger, with just the two of them together and no interruptions, there would be nothing to keep them apart any longer.

Again, I’m not exactly seeing anything romantic in their relationship. Julie is coming from three years of forced isolation and no more contact than necessary with other humans. Of course she’s touch starved!

And I’ve kept saying this, but Daniel is suffering from a combination of the aftereffects of torture plus some form of Stockholm Syndrome. 

Both of those things mixed with their constant near-death experiences are pushing them together. I’m willing to bet that once the danger has resolved by the end of the story, their attraction towards one another will wane, and they’ll break up. It’s not exactly like they have much in common besides shared trauma. 

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “I love you.”

Even if you ignore EVERYTHING that I said about how wrong that their relationship is, they’ve still known each other for barely a week at this point. Slow down there, champ. 

Happiness with a deadline, just like she’d thought before. Only the happiness was greater now. And the deadline was crueler.

Chapter 22 summary: They stop for more gas and to stock up on food without incident. Then Julie goes into a 24-hour internet cafe to finally send the email. As she’s walking back to the car, she sees a drug deal going down. So she goes over and asks for drugs; she assures Daniel that a drug dealer would likely not rat her out. 

They continue on to the cabin, where they both collapse in bed for a few hours. When Julie wakes up, she looks around some and showers; in the process, she determines that it’s been a while since anybody was there.

She goes back to the bed where Daniel is still asleep, but she can’t stop thinking about what the future might hold for either of them. Daniel wakes up, randomly confesses his love for her, and they start making out. 

Mercifully, Kevin calls and cockblocks them once again. He says that although Julie sent the email, it only forced the guy he was watching to start moving more “underground”. Going into somebody else’s office to make calls, etc. The email only told him that he was being watched, and kind of had the opposite effect. Regardless, we’re in the endgame here, and they can’t exactly throw in the towel. He asks that they come to DC. He also gives them the address of a dog boarding place in Georgia, and a story for Julie to tell as to why Lola is shot in the leg. 

In the garage, Julie is excited to see a SUV that are a dime-a-dozen on the road. Bland, boring SUV with Virginia plates. Nobody will see them coming. Daniel is sceptical about stealing from old family friends, so Julie promises that they’ll return the car if they’re alive to do so. Besides, they’re leaving Humvee, which is worth way more than the SUV. They then force themselves to sleep during the day, so that they can head out for Georgia around 2 AM. 

[tasteofsavoie]

Anyone for sushi?

Look at this fabulous gigantic sushi platter at Lolas Food Garage in Geneva - now that is what I call sushi...

[maybe-your-left]

you know what i want from you....

double wide & a teddy.... that’s all i’ve been wanted... taste this and tell me it isn’t salmon

FIRST OF ALL how dare you. 

second, yes DOUBLE WIDE CANOE. 

WHO'S READY FOR SOME CLYDE X KYLO BESTIES? 

“Darlin’,” Clyde called from the garage, “Have y’ seen my fishin’ pole? Ren n I are goin’ out tomorrow. I need t’ have this all done before he comes by n’ messes with my system.” 

You shook your head, finishing up a batch of fudge brownies. Carefully packing them for the kids to take some to school, and the rest would be stuffed in Clyde’s ‘food’ cooler for tomorrow. You had also made a helping of lunch options for both boys, since Clyde only eats bologna sandwiches when fishing... or whenever he can. However, Kylo is not a bologna man. 

He nearly fainted when he ate it accidentally when Clyde abused him at his work, apparently he took Clyde’s ‘lunch briefcase’ by accident. Don’t ask for details, Kylo was very upset. 

So, you improvised with other foods you knew he had come to like with being around your family. Stuffing the cooler to the brim with beer, Irish whiskey, and plenty of snacks for your Big Bear. 

And his angry sidekick. 

Clyde slid into bed early, kissing behind your ear as he whispered how much he loved you. Wrapping a heavy paw around your waist as the two of you drifted off to sleep. You were torn from a lovely dream about being childless and running around in a field by your husband jumping out of bed. Mumbling to himself, quietly shouting to himself, where he left his things. This was followed by a second set of long legs joining you in your bedroom. 

Hands set on either side of your head, “Am I going to have to eat bologna on this deathtrap?” 

“Kylo?” you mumbled, squinting up into the dark. Only to be met with long hair brushing your face and an angry snarl on your second favorite person's lips. 

“No-no,” you yawned, rolling away from him to cuddle into Clyde’s pillow, “I made you some other stuff-it’s just packed away.” 

A grunt, “Thank you,” followed by an aggressive kiss to the forehead before Kylo stomped away. Clyde sat down next to you, holding your cheek in his palm, stroking it with his thumb, “Can you please be careful? I don’t want to fish you out of a river later today.” 

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“Clyde this boat isn’t big enough for both of us.” 

“Sure it is!” 

Kylo glared at him, they had driven for an hour since leaving the Logans and now Clyde was packing up this sorry excuse of a boat for them to ‘fish along the riverside’. 

“Is one of them, double-wide canoes.” 

Kylo held his face in his hands, considering for a moment how easy it would be to get away with murder. He watched enough True Crime, he could do it, just needed to have an alibi so after he drowns Clyde he could go back and swoop you away from the hell that is having 6 children. 

“Let’s go, buddy!” Clyde threw a pole at Kylo, “We only have enough snacks t’ last us about four hours.” 

“And then what?” 

Clyde looked at Kylo with a somber look, “Then it’s survival of the fittest my friend.” 

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All the girls were sprawled out in the living room, watching some random movie they found on Netflix. Junior was bouncing away in his little chair, babbling nonsense to his sisters. You peaked in for a little, wondering when Clyde and Kylo would be back... 

“Dad just texted me, apparently Clyde dropped his phone in the river,” Violent mumbled to the group. A collective groan sounded, Chloe piped up as she stared at Violent, “Did your dad try and kill him?” 

Violent snorted, “He wouldn’t have to try.” 

“Okay girls,” you needed to stop that before it got out of hand. Violent was nice to only one of your daughters and that was Laramie. She merely tolerated the others because of her best friend, and honestly, she's made even you cry before. 

“They’re here,” Lilly and Lola spoke from the window. 

“Oh thank god,” you muttered, pushing past them to look for yourself. It looked okay, no one was missing, Clyde was muddy and still in his waders, Kylo looked like he was dunked in the river. Both of them unloaded in the garage, bursting in one by one. Clyde greeted you first, “Darlin’ you won’ believe it!” 

“Clyde.” 

“This guy can’t fuckin’ swim!” 

“Clyde!” 

“We were out on the water, jus’ in the canoe-” 

“It's not a canoe.” 

“An I see a huge fish,” Clyde spread his arms wide, “So I shoot it, wasn’ gonna try and catch it normal. And it flopped up right by him, and he fell in!” 

“Kylo,” you questioned, “Is that-” 

He held up his palm, “Clyde I’m going to roll around in your bed. Since you love mud and fish guts so much, you’ll feel right at home when you fall asleep tonight.” 

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Travel Singapore hassle-free with the Same Day Change Policy of United Airlines

Being a travel blogger, I often travel with different brands. Before my trip to Singapore, I had an urgent emergency that I had to change my travel dates. I was worried if I could cancel or change my flights last moment. My friend Lisa told me about the flexible same-day change policy of United Airlines Reservations. I was so relieved as I could not travel that day. I could make changes to my United Airlines flight and get the reservations done for the next day.

I called on the United Airlines Same Day Flight Changes Number to change my flight. I was able to make changes to my flight without any additional fee. I just had to pay the difference in fare that was applicable for my new booking. I am delighted by the policies of United Airlines and the service they provide through the website and the phone number.

I went to Singapore for a brand launch, and the hotel bookings were made by the brand for me. My stay was in the Carlton Hotel Singapore. The hospitality was terrific. I loved the property, food, location, everything.

Other properties worth a stay in Singapore are:-

Mandarin Orchard Singapore

Pan Pacific Singapore

Yotel Singapore Orchard Road

M Social Singapore

Dorsett Singapore

Marina Bay Sands

Singapore is an island city-state in the maritime of Southeast Asia. It is known for its tall buildings, clean streets, luxury shopping, and many more tourist attractions. Singapore is a safe and secure place to travel, especially for a solo female traveler. I stayed in Singapore for 5 days. It was a 2-day event in the mall Vivo City. I kept additional 3 days to explore Singapore. Food in Singapore is the best part.

I tried different cuisines Indonesian, Malaysian, Thai, Indian, Chinese. There were so many famous cafes and restaurants I went to have my meals in. Undoubtedly, Singapore is quite expensive. Traveling in Singapore by taxi is a little pricier. If you are a solo traveler like me for the group, it is okay.

Some of the best Restaurants in Singapore are:-

Elixir Boutique Roasters

Tolido’s Espresso Nook

My Awesome Café

Forty Hands

Crossroads

Tiong Bahru Bakery

Common Man Coffee Roasters

Merci Marcel

The Mind Café

Sunday Folks

Bee’s Knees at Garage

Lola’s Cafe

Singapore has some of the world’s remarkable tourist Spots where people visit from different parts of the world. They have been on my list too. Finally, I have ticked them off my bucket list, and I couldn’t be happier.

The top destinations to visit in Singapore are:-

Sentosa Island

Universal Studios

Singapore Flyer

Clarke Quay

Siloso Beach

Arab Street

Orchard Road

Night Safari

The time spent in Singapore is priceless. Made new links, met new people had great food, and shopped like crazy due to the sale. I am so thankful for the United Airlines flight change policy to make it to this trip. I almost felt it is canceled. The in-flight experience was great too, definitely choosing United for my future trips as well.

[anianimol]

HDHSKWBS THANK YOU!! the drabble for the request was amazing!! since i may as well, i have yet another song for you!! this one is a bit more light hearted, so same rules as the last one, and make sure to have fun!! your song shall be “gimme love” by joji! again, thank you!! — 𓂉.

“Gimme Love”

Kuroo Tetsurō x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: none

a/n: Hi my loves! This prompt kinda hit home for me in an unexpected way, since this is a pretty upbeat song. But I think the longer you listen, and the more you read the lyrics, the clearer it is that this song is actually pretty somber. That feeling of wanting love from your lover, but not vocalizing it. How we each want someone who can understand without needing words, someone who can sense that something is wrong, even if it’s not relayed verbally. We all just want to feel loved. And we want someone to notice that. 

“Give me love. Even if I say I don’t need it or want it.”

5:30 AM. Wake up. Brush teeth, comb hair, a quick shave. Pull on a suit, sling a tie over the shoulders, grab an apple and the briefcase. 

5:47 AM. Feed the dog, grab a coffee to go. 

5:50 AM. Kiss her on the cheek, pull up the covers, slip out the door. 

Kuroo Tetsurō was accustomed to this schedule. In fact, he appreciated it; it kept him sane. 

It allowed him to take a glimpse, though a short one, at that angelic sleeping face of yours, all curled into the now-empty space where his body had been. 

That was a sight only he was lucky enough to see. 

On his early commute into the city, his mind wandered, as per usual, back to his cozy home, all things warm and tender, filled with love, filled with you. 

Something ached deep inside him—that ugly beast rearing its head once again. He tried to shake the feeling, telling himself that he was only being selfish. 

But he would be lying to himself if he said it wasn’t lonely. 

-

You awoke to the cool, slick sensation of your two-year-old Siberian husky pup lapping eagerly at your cheek, the buzz of your alarm sounding at your bedside table. 

“Morning Lola,” you grumbled, ruffling her marbled coat and stretching your limbs, sighing as you clambered out of bed. 

Shuffling into the kitchen, you stifled a yawn, feeling around the countertop for your favorite mug. 

Pouring yourself a cup of the lukewarm drink, you frowned slightly at the pot. 

He made extra for me. 

It had seemed that Kuroo was always the one that was taking care of you. His new job undertaking the majority of the financial burden of your living expenses while you finished off grad school. Waking up at the crack of dawn and somehow not making a single sound, slipping out of your arms and off to work. Absorbing all the stresses from your daily life like a giant sponge, never complaining about the burden of your emotions. 

He seemed fine. Almost too fine. 

It was as if he was always on. Always at the lab, always listening to you talk about your day, always making time for you, for friends. 

Though he didn’t show it, you had assumed it was beginning to take some sort of toll on him. 

You wondered if he was truly doing it for himself anymore. Did he feel weighed down by you, on top of work? Was there something he needed to get off of his chest? 

Was he scared to confide in you?

-

6:43 PM. Pack your things, grab your overcoat, say your goodbyes. 

6:47 PM. Take the elevator to the ground floor. Walk two blocks to the parking garage, start the engine. 

The black SUV rolled its way out of the garage, turning onto the congested street as Kuroo found himself slipping back into his thoughts. 

He sighed heavily, his back muscles relaxing into the red leather as he stared mindlessly out into traffic. 

Could he even muster the courage to tell you? He knew how swamped you were; between work and your part-time job, you didn’t need the added stress of his futile thoughts. Knowing your personality, you’d drop everything to cater to him, which was something he did not want. 

But what did he want?

He wasn’t exactly sure. 

-

The sound of keys jangling in the lock at half-past seven was promptly followed by Lola’s excited barking as she scratched at the door. 

“How’s my little girl?” 

Kuroo’s voice was low, a bit raspy as he greeted the pup, bending down to scratch her lovingly behind the ears. Slipping out of his Oxford’s and making his way inside, he padded his way into the kitchen, where you were putting the finishing touches on dinner. 

“Evening, my love.” 

His arms found their way around your waist, his chin coming to rest at your collarbone as his body slumped against yours with a heavy exhale. 

You smiled at his touch. Turning to face him, your lips brushed softly across his cheekbone as he nuzzled your cheek, humming as you leaned into him. 

“Tired, baby?”

He shook his head, though the constant throbbing inside his skull said otherwise. 

Dinner was delicious, as usual. You had a way of knowing exactly when to make his favorite comfort foods, the meal settling comfortably in his stomach to ease the pain of the day. 

After sifting through emails and unread text messages, Kuroo placed his phone and glasses on the bedside table, blowing out the smoldering flame of the candle with a soft huff. 

Reaching across the sheets, his fingers grasped a cold hand, a chuckle escaping his lips as you instinctively moved closer. 

“You sure you’re alright?”

Your question hung in the darkness for a quiet moment before he answered.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

The voice inside screamed, clawing its way up his throat. “Can’t you hear me?”

“Ok.” 

You were silent as he shifted, the mattress creaking beneath him. His back now faced you, blank and cold.

The bedframe squeaked once again. 

Kuroo stiffened against you as you curled against his back, arms weaving around his torso, squeezing him tightly. 

You placed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, finding your way into the crook of his neck.

“You’re not okay. Let it out, love.”

You had known. How could you not? This was the man you had spent half of your lifetime loving; you knew every nuance of his personality, the meaning of each expression, how his sighs sounded different when there was something weighing heavily on his chest. 

His back shuddered against you, his entire body shaking as he tried to muffle his sobs, anguished whimpers escaping his lips as his bit down, hard, on his clenched fist. 

He turned in your grip, instantly burying his tear-streaked face in your chest, letting the cries wrack his body as he bowed into your touch, allowing you to hold him.

Your hands clutched his agonizing form to you, one stroking the back of his head tenderly, the other rubbing gentle circles into the small of his back.

As his voice quieted, sobs turning to shaky breaths, you felt his body release the tension it had been holding, his muscles loosening into your hands. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice was barely a whisper as he panted against your chest, his hot breaths tickling your skin. 

“Look at me,” you ordered, softening your own voice.

As he tilted his face upwards to look at you, your expression melted, seeing the vulnerable expression that rested upon his features.

Cupping his cheeks, you tugged him towards you so his forehead lay against yours, his skin slightly sticky with sweat.

“You never have to apologize to me. Not for your feelings. Not for anything.”

“I love you. And I hear you.”

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Another touch prompt: 22 + writer's choice?

When Luke runs away from home and starts living in Bobby's garage, he other boys of Sunset Curve make a silent pact to look after him without letting him know. Because they may love Luke, but they can also admit that he is stubborn as anything, and would resent being looked after, stifling under some assumption that he wasn't capable of keeping himself alive.

Never mind that they often have to remind Luke to put his notebook down to eat and sleep on a normal basis, never mind heading home or doing schoolwork. Now without the looming threat of his mother's expectations and anxieties to back them up, they will have to be extra vigilant.

Alex tries to convince him to stay in school, but Luke is convinced the teachers would be the first to narc to his parents about his whereabouts, so that quickly becomes a lost cause. Then he has to valiantly try to ensure that Luke doesn't convince the rest of the band to quit school as well. Sure, it would give them more time to rehearse and write songs, but he manages to talk them out of it, since he's sure that a record label would be less likely to sign them if they all drop out. This is also how he manages to get Luke to get his GED, the boys all tutoring him in the subjects he's falling behind in (aka, all of them but English).

Bobby keeps Luke fed, always claiming his lola made too much (which she did, to be fair) and supplying snacks for every rehearsal, making sure to leave them behind for Luke to eat. Sure, he wasn't getting the most nutritious foods all the time, but at least he wasn't living off food he could find in the 7-11 day to day. Celia smiled at him knowingly whenever Bobby grabbed an extra sandwich 'for later', but she wasn't about to betray the boy living in her garage, not for anything. She believed in these boys, and shook her head at anyone who couldn't see how talented they were.

Reggie isn't sure what he can do other than give Luke companionship. He only really goes home to sleep and shower, so he's in the studio most of the time anyway. Anything to avoid his own turbulent home life, so he and Luke spend a lot of time talking, writing music, and sometimes, crying together as they confess how hard everything seemed to be when it came to their parents. Reggie stays in the studio that night, not wanting Luke to be alone after their tear filled confessions.

They turn on Bobby's ancient TV, finding some local cable show, mindless laughter and corny jokes, anything to break the low lying tension. Words hang between them unspoken, so they chat mindlessly, but eventually conversation halts, content to just relax in each other's presence. Luke soon nods off, head laying on Reggie's shoulder, breath hitting his neck, causing Reggie to shiver. He knew he should move, let Luke lie down, have the couch so he didn't wake up with a crick in his neck, but he doesn't. He lets Luke sleep, enjoy this bit of comfort and moment without worry, eventually falling asleep himself, head resting atop Luke's, their hands finding one another in sleep.

Bobby wakes before the sun, insomnia hitting him hard, and he wonders if Luke is awake, the guitarist rarely having a normal sleep pattern. He creeps out to the garage, and stops short when he sees the scene before him; Luke and Reggie slumped over each other, fast asleep. It's disgustingly adorable, and Bobby grins at the two of them. He doubts they had figured themselves out yet, but maybe this was the first step. He takes the quilt laying over the recliner and tosses it over them, smiling despite himself as they snuggle further into one another. He turns off the television, the screen all static, and flicks off the lone lamp before heading back to bed. Sleep comes a little easier to him this time, knowing his friends are looking after one another.

None of the boys of Sunset Curve are surprised that Reggie leaves home before summer hits, and Bobby bites back a smile when Reggie says he's fine sharing the pull out couch with Luke, a faint blush on his cheeks. It's not like Bobby has caught them sharing sleep out there more than once since that first morning, or engaged in a kiss or two recently, not at all. He simply tells lola that she's going to have to start making more food, citing some growth spurt or another. Celia gives him a knowing smile, and offers to get Reggie and Luke whatever they need, and Bobby has to rush in to hug her, so thankful that he has a family member who cares not only for him, but for his boys.

"Of course mahal, after all they are your family too."

And Bobby would never admit it, but she's right, they are. As much as they may drive him crazy, he would still do anything for these boys. To the point that when Alex joins them in staying in the studio, Bobby tends to sleep out there with them, all of them falling asleep on top of one another, safe and secure together, a band of brothers.

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Holding Out for a Hero- Steve Rogers x Reader Pt.9

a\n-Hey lovely people! This one is very much self-indulgent fluff & smut. (If you don't like smut just consider the part where you reach your room the end of the chapter) Enjoy <3

summary: date night ;)

part 8

Steve caught up with you when you all left the meeting room. "Hey," he said softly, "You okay?"

You put your head on his chest and he wrapped your arms around you. "I just don't get how I let that happen. Why did I not ask about him more?" Steve rubbed his hands on your back soothingly. "How could I have been so blind? This man was double-crossing the team and I was playing scrabble with him, not knowing a thing. I just-" you sighed, "I just wish I would've done better."

Steve lifted your head from his chest and looked at you, his brows furrowed gently. "You couldn't have possibly known if he passed the security check. These things are super thorough. You did the best you could," his gaze softened, "and that's enough."

You smiled at him and pecked his lips, not needing words to express your gratitude. "So, now that this whole thing is over, how about that date you promised me?" you said teasingly. "I seem to recall something about a real date that included 'leaving the house', which seems very exciting." Steve smiled. "How about tomorrow night?"

"Why not tonight?" you pouted, mirth shining in your eyes. "Because I need time to plan." You rolled your eyes. "You had two whole weeks to plan. But whatever," you said mock-annoyedly, "I guess tomorrow night must do." Steve laughed at your antics and gave you a sweet kiss.

You practically ran to Julie's room. You thankfully heard her and Bucky talking, which meant they weren't busy doing… other activities. You knocked on her door. "Come in!" you heard Jules call. You barged in, not even caring Bucky was there, "Steve and I are finally going on a date tomorrow!" you exclaimed with a huge smile on your face. "Oh my god! That's great!" Jules smiled as well. "Bucky, I'll talk to you later." Bucky tried to protest but Jules glared at him and he meekly left the room.

"Where is he taking you?" Jules asked once Bucky left the room. "I don't know yet, he'll probably keep it a surprise," you replied. "Well," Jules said, "it doesn't really matter as long as you get laid later," she smirked. "God Jules," you laughed, "sometimes I think you want me to have sex more than I do. Just in case, would you do me a favor and take Lola to your room tomorrow?"

"I just want what's best for you," she winked. "And of course I will. But seriously, I know how much you were looking forward to this date. You must be bursting with excitement!"

"I nearly am," you admitted, unable of keeping your smile off your face. You stayed in Julie's room for a while after that, having your girl talk and laughing until you cried at Jules' ridiculous jokes.

Tomorrow night couldn't come soon enough. You were antsy the entire day, your mission report taking a lot more time than it should.

Finally, tomorrow night came. Steve told you to be ready at 7, so you showered and got dressed. Steve refused to tell you where you were going, so you didn't really know what to wear. You ended up going with a simple, comfortable dress. Nothing too elaborate, but it showed off your curves very nicely.

At exactly 7 pm, you heard a knock at your door. You opened it and Steve was in front of you, looking extremely handsome in a navy polo shirt and black jeans. He looked at you in awe. "You look beautiful as always," he complimented and pulled his arm from behind his back revealing a small bouquet of red roses. It was so cheesy, and you couldn't help but beam at him. "You look great too." You took the bouquet from his hand and kissed his cheek. "I'll just put these in a vase and then we can go."  

After you put the flowers away, Steve took your hand and led you towards the elevators. "So, are you finally gonna tell me where we're going?"

"No. Be patient," he smiled at you.

You got to the Avengers garage, if you could call it that. It was a big underground parking lot, filled with cars that belonged to the residents of the compound. Some, like Tony, probably had more than one. Steve led the way to a black Audi. He opened the passenger door for you and got into the driver's seat. "Where are we going Steve?" you asked again, unable to contain yourself. "You'll see," he said with a mysterious air. "Come on!" you pouted, "Can you at least tell me what we're going to be doing? Cause I'm actually pretty hungry."

"Well, you're in luck," he smiled, "We're going to eat." You whooped, making him laugh heartily.

After a pretty short ride, you stopped at a little Italian restaurant on the side of the road. Steve quickly got out of the car to open your door for you, his hand extended for you to take. "Always the gentleman," you smiled and rolled your eyes at him as you took his hand. You liked being "treated like a lady", or "courted", or whatever old-fashioned thing it is Steve was doing. You had to admit, you felt properly wooed.

You entered the restaurant hand in hand. "Mr. Rogers, we were waiting for you," said the hostess at the entrance, and let you to a small, secluded niche at the back of the restaurant. There was a candle-lit table for two waiting for you. Steve thanked the hostess and she left you to your own devices, saying someone will take our orders in a few minutes.

"What do you think?" Steve asked, looking you softly. "I really like it," you said honestly, eyeing the restaurant. It was a pretty fancy spot, but because of its small size and dim lighting, it still achieved a cozy atmosphere. "I probably couldn't have picked a better restaurant myself," you voiced your thoughts to Steve. He beamed at you, clearly pleased with his choice. "Well, you haven't had the food here yet. It's delicious."

You looked at the menu, noticing the variety of delicious kinds of pasta, having a hard time deciding which one you wanted. A waitress went by your table, carrying a big dish of excellent-smelling pasta. "Steve, are all the dishes in here this big?" you showed the size of the plate you just saw. "Yeah," Steve said casually and your brows shot up. "Didn't you say you were hungry?" he smiled, amused at your reaction. "I am, just not That hungry. Do you mind if we share?"

"Not at all. What do you want?"

"Well, I don’t know. There are so many fancy things here, some of them I don't understand. You've eaten here before, what do you want?"

"Not to insult the fancy dishes, but the best thing in here is probably their spaghetti and meatballs."

"I know what it is, so that's good enough for me. Could you order? I'm just gonna go to the bathroom for a minute," you told Steve, who nodded at you.

You made your way across the restaurant to try and find the bathroom. One of the waitresses directed you there. You did your business and was halfway back at your table when you heard a familiar voice calling your name. "Hey! Is that you?"

You turned around and saw the medic who took care of you your first mission. "Hey!" you smiled and went to his table, where he was sitting with a girl that seemed a little older than you, but still beautiful. "How's your job going? Better than it was the night we met, I hope," he said cheekily. "Yeah, it's going very well. Actually, I didn't catch your name back then." You smiled. "It's Eric," he smiled back, "And this is my fiancée Ellie." She smiled at you in greeting. "I almost thought you were going to say Ariel," you chuckled. "I get that a lot," Eric said and you all laughed. "She's my Disney princess nonetheless." He took Ellie's hand. "It was nice seeing you again," you smiled at them. "Have a great evening!"

"You too," Eric said, "and try not to get into trouble again."

"Will do," you waved at them and went back to your table.

"There you are," Steve smiled, "I was starting to worry you ditched me," he said jokingly, but you caught the glimpse of relief in his eyes. "Never," you smiled reassuringly and took your seat. "Oh, you'd never guess who I just met here! Eric! He's the medic you took me away from on that first mission," you explained. "Nice guy," you continued, "was sitting here with his fiancée. I never did hear the explanation as to why you basically dragged me away from him that night," you said teasingly. To be honest, you didn't really know why Steve pulled you away, but you were willing to bet it was a tease-worthy reason. "What a nice coincidence," Steve ignored the last part of what you said, feigning indifference. "Come on Steve, aren’t you gonna tell me? Please?" you smiled. "You're nosy, you know that?" he said teasingly. "Fine, I surrender. I did it because I was jealous."

"Jealous?" you giggled, "of me and him? Steve, he's a medic who was bandaging my blood-filled leg. That's hardly an attractive scenario."

"I know," Steve sighed, defeated. "But you were laughing with him about something. Besides, you already know I was angry that night so I hardly could rationalize it like you just did," he said sheepishly. You blushed, remembering his romantic speech from that night in the training room. You're wonderful, and my worries shouldn't stop you from kicking ass, he told you. You smiled at him. "Yeah, guess you're right."

Your food arrived, a big hot bowl of pasta and meatballs. Steve and you dug in happily.

"Mmm, That's so good!" you exclaimed. "Told you so," Steve smiled. He had a little sauce in the corner of his mouth and his tongue slipped out to clean it. You swallowed your spaghetti. This man is unbelievable. Who gave him the right to be so goofy and hot at the same time? And he's mine, your brain supplied.

You went on eating in relative silence, except for the occasional sound of slurping. At one point you got the end of a really long spaghetti in your mouth. You continued eating it as you looked up at Steve to show him how absurdly long the pasta was. He looked up at the same time, realizing the other end of the spaghetti was in his mouth. You laughed with your mouth still around the pasta. Eventually, your heads came closer together, and your lips touched as you finished the pasta. You laughed wholeheartedly now, holding Steve's hand from across the table. "I can't believe we just had a Disney moment in real life." Steve looked at you quizzically. "Don't tell me you don't know what Disney is!"

"I know what it is!" Steve laughed, "I just don’t understand what movie that's from."

"I'm totally making you watch that soon. It's Lady and the Tramp, it’s one of my favorites. It has dogs, you'll love it," you gave Steve no room to argue and he laughed.

Your dinner went by like that, talking about Disney movies and other things. When you were waiting for your bill Steve had a far-off look on his face all of a sudden. "You okay there?" you asked, a concerned look on your face. "Yeah, I'm fine." Steve shook from his reverie. "It's just… my mom used to make 'spaghetti and meatballs' on special occasions. Obviously, it wasn't as good as this one, because she didn’t have the ingredients to make it. The spaghetti was pieces of bread she cut in stripes." He reminisced with a smile, "but she put her love into it, so it was the best thing ever."

"She sounds great," you smiled at him. "She was. The greatest." He smiled sadly. You squeezed his hand in yours, trying to comfort him. You knew he lost his mom before he even went in the ice, but these things never really heal.

You got your bill and left the restaurant, waving at Eric as you left. If he was surprised to see you with Captain America, he showed no sign of it, and waved back at you.

You got back into the car. "Ready for the next thing?" Steve asked. "Sure," you said. You didn't realize there was going to be a next thing, but you weren't complaining.

Steve drove you both to a mall close by. You sent him a questioning look but he just smiled at you and led the way into an arcade that was located inside the mall. It seemed closed, but a staff member was inside and opened the door for you.

"Didn't want anyone interrupting us," Steve said, making your way to the token machine and getting some tokens. "What do you wanna do first?" he smiled at you.

You spent the next couple of hours playing most of the machines, and unsurprisingly Steve won almost every time. Damn his reflexes, you thought as he won yet another match of table hockey. But you destroyed him in the Dance Dance Revolution machine.

"Not fair!" he said as you executed the moves perfectly, "You know this game!"

"I knew all of the others as well," you laughed, your answer satisfying him.

You won a small teddy bear as a prize and beamed at Steve. You named him Pooh. "I understood that reference!" he exclaimed and you both laughed.

At last, you thanked the employee that stayed to close after you and made your way to the car, Pooh in one of your hands, the other holding Steve's.

The drive back to the compound was filled with comfortable silence, as you both reflected about the wonderful evening. You reached the compound and Steve escorted you to your room like the perfect gentleman he's been the entire time. "Thank you," you told Steve when you reached your door. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

"Me too," he said, kissing you softly, "Goodnight."

"Oh no, you're not goodnight-ing me!" you pulled him back by his shirt. "You can't keep a girl waiting that long Steve-" you came closer to him and circled your arms around his broad shoulders, whispering in his ear, "-that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of you. And we both know how much you like being a gentleman." You smirked at him, pulling him in for a sensual kiss.

After a few seconds Steve caught on, grabbing your hips. The kiss turned hungry and almost desperate and you moaned into Steve's mouth. You pulled apart from him to unlock your door, you and Steve stumbling in, taking your shoes off and locking the door hastily. Steve caught your lips again in a heated kiss as you guided both of you to the bed. Your hands tangled in Steve's hair as you landed on the bed, Steve in top of you, placing open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and neck. Your hands reached the small of his back, bringing his shirt up to his head and tugging it off his body. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his chiseled chest. You placed wet kisses along his collarbone as he tugged at your dress, helping him get it off of your body.

"God, you're beautiful," he said in a hoarse voice that made you wet instantly. He kissed your collarbones, making his way to suck the tops of your breasts, probably leaving a mark, as he unhooked your bra and threw it away. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as he did the same with his hand on the other. "Steve," you moaned at the sensation and ran your hands on his chest, reaching to undo his belt and push his pants off his legs. When his pants were off you felt his erection against your leg as he ground against you involuntarily.

You slipped your hand past the elastic of his boxers, gripping him and moving your hand along his length. He breathed heavily. "tease," he murmured in your ear, kissing your neck as he took off the rest of your underwear, and his own, leaving you both naked. His mouth found yours once more in a heated kiss as his hand traveled down and teased your clit. You moaned into his mouth. "I need you," you whispered in his ear as you kissed down his neck.

"Wait-" he started, but you reached over to your bedside drawer and pulled out a condom before he finished the sentence. He raised his brow at you, and you rolled your eyes at him. "Shut up and fuck me," you kissed his collarbone. "I never said anything," Steve chuckled, lining himself up with your entrance, "but as you wish," he whispered as he pushed his length into you.

You gasped at the sensation, nails digging into his toned back. He filled you up completely, groaning. "You feel so good around me baby," he whispered huskily and bit down in your collarbone. You took a couple of seconds adjusting to him stretching your walls and then rolled your hips against his.

You moved in sync, grinding against each other. You wrapped your legs around him, allowing him to go deeper, hitting your g-spot again and again. You were so close when Steve's thrusts started faltering, and he brought his hand to your clit one more, bringing you over the edge with him. Your walls contracted around him as you felt waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As you both got down from your high, he pulled out of you and you almost whined at the loss. You knew you'd have a hard time walking tomorrow, but right now you couldn’t help but wanting him inside you. He came back to bed after he disposed the condom and wrapped his arm behind you, moving your hair from your neck and kissing your shoulder sweetly.

"That was…" he trailed off. "Amazing," you finished his sentence and he chuckled. "Exactly." "If we're in agreement, then there's something I wouldn't mind," you said seductively and ground your butt into him. He groaned behind you and bit your neck. The night was still young, and you were so ready for round two.

[angrylizardjacket]

the deadliest game // charlotte&lola

Summary: Motley Crue, Lola, Charlotte, Peach, and Eileen play Knife Monopoly. It goes about as well as you could expect.

A/N: BIG WARNING THERE’S SO MANY KNIVES. KNIVES, INJURY, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, CUTTING AND STABBING BUT NOT IN A SERIOUS WAY, JUST LIKE A FUN LITTLE STAB, BUT STILL THERE’S SERIOUS KNIFE PLAY. it’s not sexual but i still don’t think its sfw. @lemonadexmouth and @misscharlottelee i hope i did your girls at least a little bit proud haha. MC might be a bit oc, sorry!

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When Charlotte hears the words Knife Monopoly leave Tommy’s mouth one unassuming Friday afternoon in the Motley House, she’s instantly sent back a whole five years, to the Bass family garage, and Athena, all of thirteen years old, screeching in triumph while Tommy, barely fifteen, swore a blue streak, amid begging Charlotte not to tell his dad. They’d ignored her warnings, her jousting with steak knives is not a better alternative to regular auctions, and as such, Tommy had underestimated his vicious and competitive little sister, and ended up with a knife half an inch deep in the heel of his palm. 

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Charlotte, sixteen, tells him.

“Get fucked!” Athena had crowed, knife still a little bloody as she raised it in triumph. 

“Language, ‘Thena,” Charlotte reminded her, searching amid Tommy’s various musical supplies for any sort of cloth to stem the bleeding.

“I just won Knife Monopoly I can do whatever I want!” Athena responded, looking a little bit crazy, brandishing her knife at Charlotte, who just regarded her with flat unamusement. 

“Go get me bandages,” she instructed the younger girl, cutting her off before she can even begin to protest, “or I’ll tell your mom it was your idea.”

“She won’t -”

“You stabbed Tommy!”

“It was his suggestion! It’s his fault he got stabbed!” But she complies anyways, and sulks the whole time. Tommy doesn’t play Knife Monopoly with his little sister after that, or around Charlotte either, though according to some of his friends at school, he hasn’t exactly quit the game cold turkey.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Charlotte calls from the bathroom where she’s helping dye the ends of Lola’s hair bright red, the moment the memory passes. It’s all over her hands, it already looks like blood; this all feels too familiar.

“Char-lee,” Tommy practically whines, and Charlotte steps out of the bathroom to scowl at him, even as Lola protests. 

“Okay but what is Knife Monopoly?” Nikki is far too intrigued for his own good -

“No.” Charlotte says, firmer this time, “it’s dumb as hell. And it always ends with Tommy getting stabbed.”

“Not always!” Tommy protests, “I’ve stabbed Vince a few times,” like that makes it any better.

“Sign me up!” Nikki’s eyes are always alight with some terrible and dangerous enthusiasm, and Charlotte regrets ever meeting him, and proceeds to, in great and embarrassing detail, retell the story of the first ever game of Knife Monopoly. Tommy looks like he’s bitten a lemon by the time she’s finished. Nikki is clearly not swayed.

“I got better at it,” Tommy actually pouts.

“I’d hope so; your sister was thirteen,” Nikki points out. Tommy’s expression, defying all expectations, gets even more bitter.

“She’s vicious,” he says in his own defense, “go get Vince, he’ll tell you I’m good at it.”

“What does being good at Knife Monopoly mean?” Lola finally steps into the conversation, hands also dyed a bright, eye-catching red to match the ends of her hair currently in a messy bun atop her head. Unfortunately, she seems onboard with the whole idea.

“It means Vince got stabbed a lot,” Charlotte fills in, and Tommy’s back to grinning and nodding.

“How about it, Lo?” He’s all enthusiasm, and Lola shrugs, which he takes as a yes. He then proceeds to ask each of them if they’re in, without waiting for an answer, and practically bolts into the spare room where Vince was desperately trying to sleep off a hangover. 

“Knife Monopoly!” He announces at the top of his lungs, hanging off the doorframe. It’s like he’s fifteen again. Charlotte, whole body heavy with resignation, makes her way to the phone to call up Peach and Eileen. From the other room, the other three all hear Vince groan loudly.

“No rib stabbing,” is his only groggy stipulation, and Tommy literally cheers. 

Peach and Eileen show up within the hour, with a bemused Mick in tow, both women wearing near-identical disapproving scowls.

“We don’t have enough knives,” Nikki muses, looking at them, but Tommy’s acting as if their arrival means the end of the world.

“Charlie -” he tries again.

“Moral support, Thomas.” She doesn’t leave any room for argument, and then apologizes to both redheads. After a beat, the anger cracks away to resignation from Eileen, who Eileen opens her bag to reveal a swathe of gauze tape and a bottle of vodka, “just be glad I didn’t call your sister.” Charlotte adds for good measure, but Tommy just flips her off. 

Peach, on the other hand, realizing that the game hadn’t even started, turns from disapproving to excited.

“Wait, so I get to actually play this time?”

“Peach!” Eileen groans, but Tommy’s offering her a place in the game. She’d always had to help clean up the aftermath; it’s easy to be disapproving when bandaging your not-boyfriend’s sliced up bicep, it’s another to be able to get drunk and play for yourself.

Lola gets out of the shower drying her freshly dyed hair, only for the body count in the apartment to have almost doubled; she takes it in stride, and actually parrots Nikki’s concern about a lack of knives almost word for word. 

“If someone can drive me to my motel I can borrow some steak knives from the kitchen,” she offers, much to Charlotte and Eileen’s growing horror. Someone suggests making a night of it, of ordering pizza, getting booze, and collecting more knives before they start, and it seems almost everyone else is in agreement, even Mick, who, as Lola points out, would take any opportunity to stab the rest of the band, even a little bit.

“I hate them,” Eileen mutters to Charlotte, the two of them sharing vodka with Mick in the kitchen. Charlotte hums in agreement, watching as Nikki and Lola went to collect knives, while Vince and Peach went to pick up pizza and booze, which left Tommy to find the Monopoly board. 

“Fuckin’ teenagers, the lot of them,” Mick chimes in, but there’s something amused in his gaze, and Charlotte sighs deeply and tells him not to indulge them. He shrugs, as if he can’t help himself, as if the damage is already done, and it is.

There’s actual knife wounds in the board, holes of considerable size.

Charlotte doesn’t know why now, of all the time she’s known them, that she’s finally hit with the realization that her closest friends might be the absolute dumbest people she knows.

The premise of Knife Monopoly is simple; any and all disagreements are settled with a knife fight. Disagreements can range from establishing rules - yes, that early on; there’s been several times where he’s never even made a roll and the game is over - to disputes about rent, about whose turn it is, and most famously, substituting auctions for knife fights. Usually Tommy’s only played it with one opponent, so it’s elated to maybe not get stabbed for a few rounds. The knife fights aren’t serious, no-one’s allowed to go in for the kill or anything dramatic, and if someone quits, you have to respect that and stop going after them, but once they’re out, they’re not allowed to rejoin.

Peach and Vince get back first, loaded up with food for the whole pack, and Charlotte watches through narrowed eyes as Tommy pulls Vince to the side after he’s set down all the pizzas. They’re plotting something, judging by the conspiratorial whispering, and their suddenly shifty gazes.

“Charlie,” this time her name is a question when Tommy asks it, and Charlotte turns her full attention to him and the blonde crowded together in the corner of the room, “do you think Nikki and Lola...” he hesitated, “what do you think their pain tolerance is?” He decides on, none too subtly. Charlotte, when she considers his question, can’t help the way her lips twitch in amusement, understanding exactly what was happening.

“You’re both going to lose.”

“Ye of little faith,” Vince clicks his tongue, nose in the air, and Charlotte suppresses the sudden murderous intent that surges forth in her. Probably not the best situation to be feeling murderous in.

“You’re knife fighting Nikki and Lola,” Charlotte smirks instead, “you’re going to lose.”

Neither of them like that she kind of has a point.

The two in question finally get back, a canvas bag full of steak knives in tow, which are quickly passed out, and dinner and drinks are distributed and eaten as the rules are explain. Mick’s balancing the tip of his knife against his knee where he’s sitting in the armchair, a single finger keeping the utensil aloft, regarding them all like he’s wondering who he should go for first. In contrast, Tommy and Lola are already being absolute idiots, and trying to balance their knives on their noses, thankfully handle first.

Charlotte picks up her knife.

“I want it noted that this is a absolutely terrible idea,” she’s points the knife at Tommy, and he cheerily tells her ‘then quit’. She stays in the game to prove a point to him, and takes another shot.

They roll the little plastic dice to see who goes first, and when Nikki and Vince both roll a ten, instead of rolling again, they’re both already down to fight. Except that Nikki’s got this gleam in his eyes that can mean nothing good, and is holding his knife like he knows exactly what to do with it.

There’s a moment of jousting, of metal against metal, then plastic, then Nikki’s blade slips past too quick for Vince to catch, and there’s a cut on his bicep. Tommy calls out that the fight is over, and Nikki boos him, but Lola pulls him back.

“Calm down, Jason Voorhees,” she rolled her eyes, and pokes him with her own knife. Nikki, obligingly sat back, and devoured another slice of pizza as he rolled his first turn.

The first turn goes smoothly, probably too smoothly, though Charlotte wouldn’t lie that her heart was in her throat the whole time she was moving her piece. Any objection would be met with someone’s injury, as says the rules.

When Lola takes her second roll, these rules are exploited.

“No.” Nikki tells her as soon as she totals the numbers on the dice. Lola checks her math. Eight. Two fours.

“Yes? Eight.” She answers slowly, with a frown. Tommy can already see where this is leading, and watches with wide eyes and baited breath. Nikki flips his knife, and points it at Lola.

“No.”

“How high are you?” Lola does not yet realise, it seems, and Nikki raises his eyebrows, claiming that that’s not the issue, “are you starting a fight because you’re bored?” Lola snickers, finally, and the way Nikki’s lips twitch at the corners betrays his intentions. There’s no way he would have started this over something so ridiculous with anyone else.

“I like this game,” Nikki turns to Tommy, and the moment his attention is pulled away, Lola lashes out with her knife, tearing his pants and leaving a thankfully shallow wound against his thigh. Nikki, surprised by the altercation, goes wide-eyed with shock, clutching his leg, mouth agape as he watches Lola smugly move her piece eight places forward.

“Yes, eight,” she says simply.

It was a dirty move, but Nikki’s expression turns to a disbelieving grin. Eileen hands over a roll of tissue paper. Everyone else is quiet, can’t quite believe what they’d just witnessed.

“Fucking knew you guys would be killer at this,” Tommy exclaims with a breathless grin, picking up the dice. Lola leans over and presses a sweet kiss to Nikki’s shoulder, and he, in turn, pets her head with the hand that’s not holding tissues to his fresh wound. 

Alcohol goes a long way to dulling the pain, but everyone now seems to be playing strategically; Eileen’s not playing, just watching with amusement, while her little sister uses Vince’s fondness against him. Peach gives him a doe-eyed pleading look, and when he starts to lower his weapon, she gives him a considerable cut by his collar. It’s not his first of the night, and after both the cut, and her underhanded tactics, he’s the first to bail out. Eileen takes him to the bathroom to be properly cleaned and bandaged, while Peach wears a smile so oddly reminiscent of thirteen-year-old Athena, triumphant. 

Mick appears to be biding his time, not challenging anyone, and no-one appears to want to challenge him, considering how unnerving he’s been acting for most of the game. Tommy and Charlotte end up challenging each other surprisingly often, and though he goes easy on her when he gets the upper hand, Charlotte still ends up with a collection of little wounds littering her skin; she can’t deny the adrenaline rush the arsenene game grants it’s players, maybe it’s why she hasn’t quit yet. 

Tommy’s holding his own against Lola and Nikki surprisingly well, and there’s no denying that the three of them are the worst off of the lot; Nikki and Lola challenge each other like it’s not a game involving knives, like it’s just a normal Friday, and Charlotte quietly thinks that there’s something deeply wrong with both of them. At least they go much easier on everyone else. 

“Alright, pay up, geezer, that’s four hundred you owe me,” Lola’s grin is all teeth when she turns to Mick, marking up the price for rent on her hotels, expecting him not to fight back. She’s been extorting him all game, and somehow he’s still playing. 

“I think you owe me four hundred,” Mick answers with a sharp little smile, sitting forward in the chair, finally holding his knife like a weapon. 

“Is that a challenge?” Lola should not be this excited at the prospect. Mick raises his eyebrows at her, holding out his hand.

“Unless you’re willing to just hand over that four hundred without a fight.” 

Lola’s on her feet in a flash, bouncing on the balls of her feet, ready and waiting for Mick to stand and face her. She’s passing her knife from hand to hand, far too eager, but Mick simply takes in her stance, and throws his knife at her, aiming for her arm, as to not hit anything too vital. There’s not enough force behind the throw to leave the knife actually in her, but it leaves a considerable gash in her shoulder.

“I quit,” Mick announces, while Lola marvels at the wound with what seems to border on excitement, “I already know I can’t win,” he shrugged easily. Lola and Tommy both boo at him.

“Drummer, you’re not gonna win when two of the five remaining players get off on shit like this,” Mick says bluntly, “and it’s not you or your cousin.” Vince crows with laughter, but doesn’t disagree. 

When Tommy looks to Lola, she’s glaring at Mick while Nikki dresses her wound. 

“I can try,” Tommy musters all his strength, only for Charlotte to cut him down.

“No you can’t,” she practically orders, “yes that’s a challenge,” and she reaches over and cuts his palm before he can even react. It’s a dirty, underhanded move, but technically it’s not against the rules. “This game is stupid and dangerous.”

“No fair!” Tommy frowns, plucking tissues out of the quickly depleting box.

“Is that a challenge?” Charlotte raises her eyebrows at him, and Tommy sulks, but finally quits, cradling his hand to his chest, and concedes defeat.

It’s a stalemate; Peach is relatively unscathed, Charlotte has collected a handful of scrapes, while Nikki and Lola look like they’ve rolled through broken glass and loved it. 

“You know what?” Peach announces, looking between Nikki and Lola, and Charlotte, like she’s interrupted a standoff, before anyone else rolls, “I don’t need to be stabbed anymore today, ‘specially not by you guys.” And she puts her knife down, raising her hands in surrender. 

And then there was three. 

Charlotte looks to the other two, leaning into each other and smiling in a way that was more than a little sinister, looking a little like a pair of serial killers sizing up their next victim. If it were anyone else looking at her like that, she’s pretty sure she’d be overwhelmingly intimidated, but the only thing Nikki and Lola do better than give off a ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe to everyone else, is self destruct together. Which Charlotte is far too aware of to let it go unmentioned. 

“If I quit, will you two promise not to kill each other, and to never play this game again?” Charlotte asks, leveling her knife at the two of them. They share a look; Nikki shrugs.

“We do this shit for fun anyways,” Lola admitted, finally looking back at Charlotte, conceding, “we don’t need a game.” Vince groans like he’s just now realising the game was rigged from the start. Charlotte doesn’t really want to think about that too hard, instead focusing on the first half of her initial question.

“But if I quit -”

“We both win, we’re a team,” Lola snorted.

“You stabbed each other more than anyone else!” Eileen looks like she wants to hurl them both through the window, but is kind of afraid they’d enjoy it.

“I hate you both so much,” Charlotte sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose with her free hand. She deliberately sets down her knife, “I quit. Knife Monopoly is officially banned.”

[arson-yeehaw]

honestly, my lola is my favorite person, ever. she is the DEFINITION of 'strong independent woman who don't need a man'

she

got married at 19 to escape an abusive home

husband turned out to be a drunkard and a gambler, and couldn't keep a job

had 2 kids with him, while working full time in a textile factory in Manila,

got fed up with his bullshit, so took my dad and tita to go live with her sisters

gave him another chance a year later

then walked out again

another chance

found out that her husband had another kid, 20 years younger than my dad

moved the entire family to America (except the newborn bastard child, tho she fought tooth and nail to try and get him a ticket)

left my lolo's ass a few more times until he got his shit together

moved the entire family from California to Florida (by this time, lolo had sobered up and was present in my dad's life)

my dad introduced my mom to her, and she asked them to move in with her and lolo (my parents were mid 30s)

my lolo's health was declining, and he wouldn't make it to the wedding, so they did a civil ceremony in the patio

a month later, lolo died while my parents were on a mini honeymoon.

then in July of that year, my parents and lola drove up to Canada to get married near my mom's parents

the bridesmaids dress didn't fit on one of my mom's sisters, so lola, with 7ish hours of time, hand tailored it for her

then I was born a year later, and she was me and my sister's primary caretaker bc of how much my parents worked

retired from working in a hospital kitchen to take care of me and my sister full time

was my main support through almost everything in life

she's an amazing cook (like jfc, its so good, the filipino foods she makes? my dad got his talent from her)

my mom is really crunchy granola, so lola sneaking me junk food is the highlight of my day

(i remember that a few times I forgot to grab an after-school snack bc I was staying late for theater practice, and I asked her to bring me something. she brings me: a family size bag of takis, a family sized box of cinnamon toast crunch, a box of zebra cakes, a mighty mango naked smoothie, and a bottle of kombucha)

(and I know that like "most grandparents do that bc they don't know when they'll see you again" we LIVE with her!)

we talk shit about my mom together

she opened her own business in the garage out back, tailoring clothes

she has made multiple dresses from scratch, and even made a Victorian skirt in 8 hours

she had a customer, who brought her (single) 70ish year old brother, who the customer wanted to set my lola up with

she was not impressed

especially when the brother figured out that she was the daughter of this filipino actor/painter, and wouldn't stop going on about how great he was

(he wasnt that great)

when they left, she said to my mom "if I ever go boy crazy, put me in a nursing home, or put me out of my misery"

we make a lot of maid jokes with her, bc she stays at home and does most of the chores when she's not sewing

she's fine with these jokes, and has told stories of when little white girls would ask if she was a maid, back in the Philippines

she said to me, after telling me that story "I would rather be called a maid than a princess, because at least then they know im hardworking"

I lovd my lola so much, and I wanted you guys to hear about her too.

for non-filipinos:

lola is grandmother

lolo is grandfather

tita is aunt

edit: the filipino actor/ is 1 link, and the painter is another

[rosebloodcat]

Grim Fandango Notes

Here are some notes I’ve written and had on my computer for a while I made them when I was trying to think of things to write for Grim Fandango.  Just different thoughts/interesting things I’d noted for Fanfiction writing (crossover or otherwise) purposes, feel free to use them for your own writing!

It’s a mix of notes for writing ideas, world notes, and stuff that seemed interesting to me while I was playing. I haven’t finished the game and may make a “sequel” to this post with more notes, but this is what I have so far.

> It’s implied every character sprouted has different flowers appear from them, this is from the line said by Hector after sprouting Don Copal. (Marigolds for Don, “I was expecting Tulips.” No idea what flowers appear from Lola and Manny (I tried to look, couldn’t figure it out))

> Sprouted characters are basically reincarnated back into the Living World, as said by one of the game creators. I assume this is true for all “Second Deaths” in-universe. (Can others be reincarnated at some point without being Sprouted? Are there other kinds of Second Deaths? Like from the Beavers?)

> No one likes flowers due to their association with Second Deaths in the Land of the Dead, Florists are supposed to go mad from the conflicting feelings they have about it.

> There are three different times where Manny almost/could have been Sprouted and therefore reincarnated:

 After being locked in the Garage in Year 1 (which he escaped)

 An incident with Meche in Year 3 (Need to learn more about this one. Might be a fanfic thing)

 And when Hector shot him in Year 4 (He managed to save himself)

> Manny has a sense of right and wrong that Don Copal knew would be trouble, which was why he was never part of their scams. (I’m guessing)

> DOD computers used dental recognition to keep people from accessing their databases. Eva, despite working for the DOD as the boss’ secretary, didn’t have the clearance to use them.

> The Land of the Dead has demons that manifest to complete specific jobs and tasks. The demons can die if they go for too long without performing that job. It’s not stated how they come to be, just that they do. They often get taken for granted by the spirits they work for.

> There are demons that work in the LotD and are human-like and there are demons that are like animals. Although, most of the working demons are actually Elementals. (Not sure if the working demons are “domestic” or if the “demon animals” are really just supernaturally souped-up animals. It’s never clarified as far as I know.)

> Most spirits visit the Living World on the Day of the Dead, there is no stated reason that would stop them from visiting. But many stay behind if there’s no one they want to visit (as stated by Manny) or if their job prevents them from going (as said by Eva).

> Reapers and people with debts are not allowed their own cars in El Marrow. This is meant to keep them from skipping town, but it seems they can walk wherever they please.

> Spirits can have phantom pains from injuries they had in life (like the Dockmaster’s eye, which has him wearing an eyepatch). It’s unknown if lethal injuries and causes of death are part of that.

> Manny, based on his accent and language, is most-likely of Hispanic or Latino descent. Not specifically Mexican, but definitely from that area of the world.

> “Animals” seem inconsistent in the Land of the Dead. Pigeons are skeletons, there are (supposedly) man-sized cats that can be ridden and raced, “Demon” ravens that can talk, flaming “demon” beavers, and spider-bats.

> There is food and drink in the 8th world, enough for restaurants and cafes to be credible sources of income. (What is the food made from? Is it plant-based? Are there meats? Where would they get meat?)

> Anyone who gets on the Number 9 doesn’t come back to the 8th world. (Does that mean they don’t even visit their living families? Is it possible that they can have a Second Death while in the 9th world?)

[jdickys-archives]

The road trip had not gone the way the Stars had wanted. Only winning one out of four games was an embarrassment to all the guys. Especially after the way they started the season with a winning streak. The trip back to Dallas was quiet, not much talking as everyone sat in disappointment, the losses replaying in everyone’s heads. The only thing positive thing that was floating around in Jason’s mind right now was seeing his girlfriend after so many days of being away from her. It wasn’t the same without her around. It was hard to sleep and food didn’t even taste right without her. 

After the bus had dropped them off at the arena, he had said his goodbyes to his teammates and headed to the parking garage. Jumping in the car and heading back home. The only thought on his mind was curling up with in bed Romee and Lola, finally getting a good night sleep. Pulling into the driveway, he shuts the car off and grabs his bags. Stepping out and locking the vehicle. The house was dark and like he thought, she was probably out cold. Quietly, he slipped the key into the door, unlocking it and stepping inside. Not bothering to turn any lights on, he has no energy to stay down here very long. Shutting the door behind him, he hears the patter of paws. Looking up, he sees Lola, her face changes from being on alert to being excited. Running down the hall towards him. “Hey girl!” He whispered, kneeling down to her level. The whines from the German Shepherd are getting louder and the last thing he wants is for Romee to wake up. “Sh, keep quiet. Mom’s sleeping.” Placing his hand gently on her snout to hush her. @roomestrijd​

[heyyy-hey-babyyy]

The Way This Ends

Chapter 1 

Summary: A few years into the Apocalypse Y/N, Sam, Dean, and Lo were surviving the best they could. When one of the members of the group is taken, the hunt begins to get everything back to normal. Or as normal as it could possibly be.

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader (platonic), Dean x OFC

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, mentions of assault

2150 words.

Supernatural/Walking Dead AU

The death and destruction hit hard and fast. Before anyone knew what was happening, the dead were walking, and the world was reacting as the movies always told us. The walking dead were dangerous, but the more dangerous part was the fighting human to human. A few years in and people could handle the walkers, but a group of looters and men with automatic weapons were a whole other story.

You had been with the Winchesters since the beginning. Hunting with Sam and Dean long before the apocalypse and falling for Sam long before that. He finally made his move one dreary Saturday while you were lounging after a particularly rough hunt. He was adorable and nervous trying to tell you that he liked you and you ended up wrapping your arms tight around his neck and pulling him toward you in a deep kiss. The two of you had been inseparable ever since.

Life was normal, a new hunt every week, falling asleep in Sam’s arms every night, when a much more unknown foe reared its ugly head. Before any of you knew what was happening outside, the bunker was locked down tight one afternoon and you all knew it was something bad. Alarms blaring, you all tried desperately to contact anyone outside to find out what was going on, Dean’s occasional shouts into his phone the only sound other than the blaring alarm. You had all tried for an entire day to figure out what was happening and to try and open the door. Weeks passed without any answer. But eventually, with food running low and the power out, you all had to move on, regardless of what was creeping outside. Grabbing every weapon you could think of and all of the gas out of the cars in the garage, you packed up Baby and hit the road, running over your first zombie straight outside of the bunker’s garage. It was just the three of you on the road for weeks, just driving.

That was where you met Lola. Hitching a ride with us one afternoon while hiding from some looters, she jumped into the backseat with you and never left. Preferring to be called Lo, her spunky and sassy personality was entertainment for everyone and all three of you hunters fell in love with her instantly. But no one as hard as Dean. The two of them fit together like long discarded pieces of a puzzle, and the four of you quickly became a force to be reckoned with. And above all, for the first time in anyone’s life and despite the dead walking, you all were truly happy. That is, until the day Lo was taken.

It was supposed to be a simple run. You four went on them all the time, often splitting into groups of two to get in and out quickly. But for this one, Dean wanted all of us to go so we could split up once we got to the strip malls and search individual stores. Sam had heard over his handheld walkie that this particular area was full of looters, so stealth was going to be key and  leaving Baby at our small compound was decided. The walk wasn’t far, but with inadequate shoes and tired limbs it felt like much longer.

You had all walked for a while before anyone spoke.

“I’m not usually one to complain,” Lo started earning smirks from all of us. She looked around before smacking Dean playfully on the shoulder when she saw his look of ‘you complain constantly.’ He ruffled her hair lightly and put his arm around her shoulder earning her brilliant smile in return.

“But!” She continued loudly. “This sucks. Normally I’d be passed out in Baby getting some much-needed beauty rest.” Lo sent a fake pout toward you and Sam, and you giggled, Dean rolling his eyes a smile playing at his lips.

Lo was a natural beauty with long brown hair and olive skin that highlighted bright green eyes that made Dean’s look dull. The idea of her needing beauty rest was comical to say the least. But everyone was exhausted from the last couple of trips. The bags under Sam’s eyes began to resemble bruises and you were pretty sure he was sneaking part of the small meals the group shared onto your plate when you weren’t looking. You poked him gently in the ribs feeling how skinny he was, earning you a look of confusion in return. You simply shrugged and kept walking, making a mental note to find a few candy bars or something to sneak to both Sam and Dean. The boys took good care of you and Lo, but they needed to take care of themselves as well.

Dean and Lo were talking up ahead, Dean heading forward to trip a walker heading toward us. It fell with a grunt and Lo quickly drove her machete into its’ head. You smiled at how well they worked together, even though the scene was rather depressing. Death followed the small group everywhere, and everyone agreed early on to find some light in the darkness.

Even though it was more dangerous to be such a small group, you all hadn’t tried to find more survivors since the last time. About a year ago, you four stumbled upon a cul-de-sac with survivors living deep within the houses. The leader decided we were okay to stay for a while, and a month later you four were still there, the cul-de-sac group not willing to give up Sam and Dean too easily. However, when a few of the men were a bit too friendly with you and Lo one afternoon when Sam and Dean were out on a run, the boys had us packed and on the road as soon as they got back. We had been on our own ever since. It was safer this way anyway.

You had reached the small strip mall parking lot, which was deserted save for a few long-abandoned vehicles. The black tar asphalt reflected the sun back harshly, and you began to lag behind as the heat took you over. Sam stopped with you for a second, giving you a quick drink from his water bottle when the bullets began to fly, the harsh ping of bullet on gravel startling you. Sam grabbed you roughly by the waist and pulled you to dive behind the nearest car to avoid the spray of bullets, you scrapping your hands roughly on the asphalt and banging your head against the car, causing stars to cloud your vision. Sam reached into this waistband and pulled out his gun, crouching low and glancing around wildly for who was shooting. He focused on you quickly and grimaced noticing your skinned hands and knees, but you just shook your head at him to tell him to worry about it later. You could see Dean and Lo behind a car up ahead, Dean with his gun out and Lo with her machete out and at the ready waiting for the next assault. Sam and Dean caught eyes, and Dean made a motion forward, indicating to his brother to head toward the threat. Sam looked at you anxiously and you nodded, getting to your feet, ready to run toward Lo and the other car.

The next few moments happened in slow motion for you. Dean and Sam headed forward quickly toward where they figured the threat was coming from, when a dark tinted van pulled up beside Lo and you, barely coming to a stop before the door was flying open and two strong arms grabbed at you and Lo roughly. Before you could react, you were being pulled into the backseat, both you and Lo fighting against the men holding onto you tight. The strangers grip on you was bruising and he let one of your arms go as soon as you were in the vehicle and dug it into your hair wrenching your head back.  

“Sam!” You yelled as loud as you could, and you saw Sam and Dean turn around up ahead and begin to fire at the van. The man holding you took out a knife as you kicked and shoved at him, not allowing him to get close to the van door to close it, but the van began to drive anyway. With one more heavy kick, you shoved the man away and fell backwards through the open door, clutching for Lo’s hand before you landed roughly on the pavement, the van continuing to speed away as Sam and Dean fired at it desperately. You went to stand and run after the van when a blinding pain shot through your lower abdomen, just above your hip bone. You looked down and saw the hilt of the knife the man was using moments ago sticking out of your body, and blinding pain shot through you, causing you to lay back roughly onto the hot blacktop, while Dean and Sam continued to fire and yell.

“Lo!” Dean screamed desperately one last time as the van tore through the parking lot toward the road we just walked from. Dean dropped to his knees clutching at his short hair, as he watched Lo continue to fight desperately from the open van door you had just fallen out of, before another man slammed it closed, and the van disappeared from sight.

From your position on the ground you turned your head weakly to glance at Dean on the ground and Sam who placed a hand over his mouth in shock. You reached a hand toward him as your body continued to burn, when you realized they must not have seen you fall out of the van.

“Sam.” You tried weakly, as the wound in your lower half continued to bleed. You watched the boys while in complete misery, desperate for them to turn toward you. Desperate for Sam to tell you everything was going to be alright. Taking in a huge gulp of air, you prepared yourself to yell.

“Sam!” You tried again as loud as you could, making your head throb, and you cried out in pain again. Sam turned suddenly locking eyes with you laying on the ground across the parking lot before he began sprinting toward you, his hands coming to rest on either side of your face.

“Y/N. Oh my god, baby, where are you hurt?” He asked, his voice and words going a hundred miles a minute, while staring demanding into your drooping eyes. You glanced down with your eyes, and Sam’s landed on the hilt of the knife sticking out of your leg.

“Okay. Okay, it’s okay.” He muttered to you comfortingly as his hands moved to your leg and you let out a yelp of pain when his hands gripped the area around the knife. “I know. I know it hurts, but I have to try and stop the bleeding baby.” He looked at you desperately as you began to cry, tears leaking out of your eyes. “Dean!” Sam shouted over his shoulder at his older brother. “Please!”

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Dean rushed over after hearing his brother’s call and dropped down to his knees next to you two, taking in the scene. You could see how bright his green eyes were, and saw the trace of tear tracks on his dusty cheeks.

“Hey,” he began, brushing a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “There’s my fighter. It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. We’re going to get you out of here.” He words were being drowned out by the groan and moan of walkers emerging from the woods responding to the gun fire. He glanced around quickly looking for their exit plan.

“Dean,” you started, watching as his eyes darted back and forth from your leg to the walkers trying to decide how to get you out of here. “I’m so sorry, Dean.” You tried again, your voice barely above a whisper. “I tried to grab her hand when I fell.” You were crying openly now, thinking of Lo’s face and where she was right now. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh, Y/N.” Dean stated, taking over pressing to your wound for his brother as Sam’s hands returned to your face smoothing your cheeks comfortingly.

Dean looked off into the horizon staring at the walkers before speaking. “We’re going to get her back, Y/N. We are going to get her back.”

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