#oahu used car

[autozillahawaii]

Premium Used Cars in Honolulu: Your Guide to Quality Pre-Owned Vehicles in Paradise

Honolulu's used car market offers unique opportunities for locals and military personnel seeking reliable transportation on Oahu. With the island's limited space and high shipping costs for new vehicles, the pre-owned market presents an attractive alternative for budget-conscious buyers.

The city's dealerships, concentrated along the Ala Moana and Kapiolani corridors, showcase diverse inventories ranging from practical daily drivers to luxury vehicles. Popular models include fuel-efficient Japanese imports like the Toyota Corolla and Honda Civic, which handle Honolulu's stop-and-go traffic while maintaining excellent resale value.

Local market dynamics significantly influence pricing. The island's isolated location means higher baseline costs compared to mainland prices, but this is offset by vehicles' typically lower mileage due to limited driving distances on Oahu. Weather conditions also play a role – the tropical climate means less rust damage compared to mainland vehicles, though sun exposure can affect paint and interior conditions.

Military personnel stationed at bases like Pearl Harbor and Schofield Barracks form a substantial portion of the market. Many dealerships offer special financing options and shipping services for service members, facilitating seamless transactions during military relocations.

Certified pre-owned programs from authorized Hawaii used cars oahu provides additional peace of mind through comprehensive inspections and extended warranties. These programs are particularly valuable given the unique challenges of car maintenance in Hawaii, where parts availability can sometimes be limited.

Local buyers should consider several factors specific to Hawaii: check for salt air exposure damage, verify maintenance records (especially important due to the humid climate), and ensure the vehicle has passed Hawaii's safety inspection requirements. Many reliable used car dealerships in Honolulu offer free CarFax reports and maintain transparent service histories.

The market also features a strong presence of hybrid vehicles, reflecting Hawaii's environmental consciousness and high fuel costs. Models like the Toyota Prius are particularly popular, offering excellent fuel economy for both city driving and longer trips around the island.

When shopping for used cars for sale Honolulu Hawaii, timing can impact prices. The market tends to be more competitive during military rotation periods (typically summer months) and at the beginning of college semesters when University of Hawaii students return.

Private sellers also contribute significantly to the market, often advertising through platforms like Craigslist Honolulu and Facebook Marketplace. While these options may offer lower prices, buyers should exercise due diligence and consider having an independent mechanic inspect the vehicle before purchase.

Local financing options include credit unions like Hawaii State FCU and First Hawaiian Bank, which often provide competitive rates for used car loans. Many buyers find these local institutions more accommodating than mainland-based lenders in understanding Hawaii's unique market conditions. https://www.autozillahawaii.com/

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[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part thirty-four] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, smut (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 3.8k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

additional smut warnings: protected sex, public(ish) sex

“Were you able to get some rest?” Jisung asked, hand in yours as you walked through the airport together. 

“Not much,” you admitted. 

“Thankfully, I don’t think we’re doing anything today. We can just crash when we get to the hotel.”

“Okay.”

Jet lag was hitting you particularly hard. Oahu was a whole eighteen hours behind Bali, meaning you were technically in yesterday. Everyone else seemed to be handling it fine but maybe that was because they hadn’t ruined their relationship with their best friend by sleeping with his brother. 

It was midday and already hot as hell. You waited outside with the Hans while Dom filled out the paperwork for rental cars. He called Minho inside to sign a waiver that allowed him to be the driver of the other car. Minho was the only one of the four of you who was old enough to legally drive a rental car and he rubbed it in the rest of your faces with a shake of the keys once he rejoined your group. 

 “Follow us to the resort,” Dom instructed Minho. “I’ll send you the address in case you lose us.”

You climbed into the backseat with Jisung and slumped over on his shoulder. You tried to stay awake as Minho drove through the island but your eyelids were feeling heavy and the winding mountain roads weren’t helping. 

“Are we not staying in Honolulu?” you asked, watching the road signs zoom past. 

“We’ll take a day trip over there but my parents wanted to stay at Ko’Olina again because they liked it so much last time,” Jisung explained. 

“Right, I forgot that you guys have been here before.” 

“I try not to think about it.”

Your time in Hawai’i was being split between two islands: Oahu and Kauai. In Oahu, you were staying in separate hotel rooms, and in Kauai, everyone was sharing a condo again. 

It was nice to be able to have your own space but it also meant that there really wasn’t a way to avoid Jisung. You were kind of stuck with him. At least he was speaking to you again. He’d had some time to cool down so he wasn’t as angry but you could tell that he didn’t particularly want to spend time with you either. 

You were stuck at a crossroads in that respect. You weren’t sure how to mend things with him but you knew you wanted to. You just weren’t sure if he felt the same way. He had been pretty clear the night that he found out about you and Minho that he wanted nothing to do with you outside of your already agreed-upon deal. But that had been in the heat of the moment. You had tried extinguishing any flicker of hope that threatened to engulf you in order to protect yourself from being hurt again, but it was getting harder and harder to do the more time you spent with him. 

Sometimes it felt like nothing had changed. There were fleeting moments shared between just the two of you when there was no one around to pretend for that made you think your friendship might still be salvageable. But they never lasted long. They were lapses in Jisung’s judgment, when he would accidentally let his guard down, acting like you were still those kids you had been back at school, like you were still his favorite person. 

He ordered room service for the two of you and you ate in relative silence. When the tension became unbearable you turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, ultimately deciding on some show playing on The Food Network. Perfect vacation television. It was a rerun of Chopped. You could tell it was a rerun from the dated fashion choices and technology- not because you were an avid fan or anything, though you had seen your fair share of episodes by being best friends with a culinary student. Whenever you watched it together Jisung liked to play a game where he would invent his own dishes with the ingredients the contestants were given. 

“What would you make with that?” you asked, nodding at the screen, trying to lighten the mood.

He took a moment to think, mulling over the assortment of items in his mind. “Probably a salad of some kind since it’s the appetizer round. It’s a cop-out but I could make a dressing with that peanut brittle.”

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Knowing you, it would probably still taste good.”

“You have too much faith in me.”

“Or I just know you.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

-

Later that night, after you had both showered, you tried bringing up your conversation from the other day but Jisung shut you down entirely. 

“I don’t want to talk about this,” he mumbled, tossing one of the extra pillows from the bed onto the armchair a little harder than necessary. 

“But-”

“I’m just not ready yet,” he cut you off. “I... don’t want to say anything else I don’t mean. And I’m not ready to forgive you yet.”

There it was again, that stupid spark of hope struck like a match against the side of your heart. 

You nodded in understanding, biting your lip to keep from showing just how disappointed you were. 

It was a strange mix of emotions, hope and disappointment. They were complete opposites but somehow you were feeling them simultaneously. 

“O-okay,” you said shakily, watching as he climbed into bed. 

You moved to do the same even though it felt painfully awkward, how were you supposed to just go to bed after that? How did people in relationships do it? How did people just roll over and fall asleep like nothing had happened after an argument? 

As soon as you reached to pull the sheets back, fingertips brushing the fabric, your phone vibrated next to you on the bedside table. 

You glanced at the screen and saw that it was a message from Minho. He was asking you to meet him downstairs. It wasn’t that late but it was already dark and it had been a long day. What could he possibly want?

Jisung must have noticed the look on your face because he sighed and muttered “go” at you without meeting your eyes. 

“I, uh, I’ll be back. Later.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You made sure to grab a room key on the way out and then hurried down the hall to the elevator, pressing the down button over and over again until it finally arrived at your floor. 

Minho was waiting for you in the lobby like he said he would be, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed impatiently. To your surprise, he smiled when he saw you. 

“What’s so important you couldn’t tell me over text?” you demanded in annoyance. 

Minho’s grin faltered but didn’t fall. He just eyed you with an air of amusement. “Who said I had something to tell you?”

“Why else would you make me come down here?”

He raised an arm, dangling the key to the rental car he had driven earlier that day. “Wanna get out of here?”

-

“Where are we going?” you asked. 

“Do you trust me?”

“Not particularly.”

Minho placed his hand over his heart and winced. “You wound me.”

“Just tell me where you’re taking me!”

“But that ruins the surprise!” he argued. 

“The surprise? It’s like eleven p.m. and I’m tired! Why are you dragging me out at this hour? Jisung’s already annoyed that I came down here to meet you in the first place.”

“How does he know?”

“Who else would text me at this hour?”

“Fair point. But are you just going to stand there and interrogate me all night or are we doing this?”

You huffed in frustration. “I don’t even know what ‘this’ is!”

“Come on!”

Minho grabbed your hand before you could argue any further and dragged you out through the lobby into the parking lot. 

“So now you’re kidnapping me?” you exclaimed, tripping over your own feet.

Minho chuckled but still shot you a look of warning. “Keep your voice down! People are going to think you’re serious.”

“Yes, sir,” you deadpanned. 

“Stop trying to turn me on in public, you already have an unfair advantage.”

You weren’t sure how serious he was but you rolled your eyes anyway. You also didn’t know what he meant by the second part but you didn’t ask about that either. 

He didn’t let go of your hand until you reached the car. And even then, it seemed like he was hesitant to release you from his grasp, fingers lingering on your palm like he was afraid you’d run away the second he set you free.

But you climbed into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt without a second thought. A series of poor decisions had already led you here. What was a couple more?

Mostly, your curiosity is what drove you to get in the car with him. You figured you didn’t have much to lose at this point. You hadn’t spoken more than a couple of words to Minho in the last few days. You had assumed he’d want nothing to do with you after you fucked up his relationship with his brother-- then again, maybe he didn’t want anything to do with you and was only driving you somewhere where he could chew you out without anyone overhearing. Hell, maybe he was taking you out to a pier where he could push you in the water so that your body would never be found. 

No, he's too famous for that. He’d never get away with it. 

You were silent as Minho put the car in gear and backed out of the lot. As soon as he turned onto the main road he rolled the windows down, glancing over at you to make sure it didn’t bother you. 

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

You watched him mess with the radio dial until a signal from a local station was picked up. Once he found something, he adjusted the volume so that you could hear the music over the sound of the rushing wind, and then he reached across the center console, hand outstretched. The gesture caught you off guard, and you were unsure whether or not you should take it. You figured it would be more awkward if you left him hanging so you looked away and slipped your fingers between his, relaxing into the familiar feeling. 

The roads were mostly empty. Everything was already closed for the night. Eventually, Minho merged onto the highway, heading east. 

“Do you know where you’re going?” you asked twenty minutes later when he still hadn’t taken an exit. You were beginning to suspect that he didn’t really have anyplace in particular in mind, that he was just taking you for a late night drive, which would have been fine. You liked long drives too. But he had made it all seem so mysterious and the anticipation was killing you. 

“Of course I do, how dare you doubt me!”

“It’s just that you don’t have a GPS on or anything!”

“I’ve been here before,” he reminded you.

��Yeah, one time three years ago.”

“That’s all I need,” he assured you. “And if you pay attention to the road signs you don’t even need to memorize the route.”

“You sound like my dad,” you mumbled. 

“Your dad must be a very talented navigator,” Minho said decisively, complimenting himself.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, but he didn’t fail his driver’s test- what was it, four times?”

“Low blow,” he chided and shook his head. 

“You needed to be humbled.”

Comfortable silence resumed between the two of you as Minho continued driving. He got off the highway a few miles later and wove through town before finally turning onto a rocky uphill path. The radio signal weakened almost immediately, static interrupting the music that had been playing. He turned the volume down out of instinct.

“Remind me, do you get carsick?” Minho asked suddenly, like it was an afterthought that had just occurred to him. 

“Um, sometimes? Why do you ask?”

“These roads are winding,” he explained, “they might make you nauseous. Just try to look straight ahead. Don’t look at your phone.”

“I haven’t looked at my phone this entire time!”

“Well don’t start now.”

You braced yourself for the twists and turns of the road but it was difficult to anticipate where they would be with how dark it was. The headlights of the car were the only source of light on the gravel road, everything else surrounded by shadows and silhouettes of trees.

Finally, just when you were starting to feel a little lightheaded, Minho pulled into a little lot on the side of the road. 

“Are we here?” you asked, squinting in the darkness to try and make anything out.

“Yup,” Minho answered with a smile.

He turned off the car, letting the headlights dim.

“Come on!”

“We’re getting out?” you exclaimed. 

“Would you just trust me?” 

Sighing, you kicked open the passenger side door and climbed out of the car. Minho rounded the back to meet you on your side, blanket in hand. 

“Where are we?”

“Listen.”

You closed your eyes and did as you were told, waiting for any sort of clue as to where you were. In the distance, you could hear waves crashing against the shore. The salt in the air and the sound of breeze rustling through palm fronds only confirmed what you already knew. 

“You took me to the beach?”

“Follow me.”

Minho took your hand and led you along the sandy path down to the shore. You toed off your shoes and held them in your free hand as you walked. The place was practically empty. The only other signs of life were the flames from a bonfire about half a mile down the beach.  

Minho used the flashlight on his phone so you could see where you were going, keeping you steady when you tripped over your own feet in the uneven sand. 

“Careful there,” he chuckled. 

He picked a spot that wasn’t too far from the path, something that put a little more distance between you and the bonfire. 

“Is this okay?”

“Seems as good a place as any,” you said and shrugged. 

Minho laid out the blanket and motioned for you to sit on it. The sand underneath the fabric was cool, having long lost hold of the heat from the sun. It molded to the shape of your body as you chose a comfortable position. 

You could feel Minho’s presence beside you but neither of you moved closer to the other. You figured he hadn’t brought you all the way out here to sit in silence, but you didn’t want to be the one to prompt the conversation. He was the one who was so insistent on coming, he could make the first move. 

He did, after several more moments. You waited patiently, allowing him to collect his thoughts. His eyebrows were knit together, eyes downcast, as if he were having an internal argument with himself. Then, his expression softened and he met your gaze, any trace of conflict seemingly absolved.

“You look really pretty.”

You scoffed. “You can’t even see me that well.”

“Speak for yourself, I can see you perfectly.”

“It’s dark out!”

“We have the moonlight.”

“Barely.”

“I think you need to get your eyes checked,” Minho teased. 

“Did you bring me out here just to make fun of me?”

“Yeah, are you not having a good time?” Minho asked. “Do I need to up my game?”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t grant him a response, instead pulling your knees to your chest so that you could rest your chin on them. 

“Do you like it? Here, I mean?”

You nodded. “It’s nice. Quiet.”

“Mhm.”

“But why this beach? I mean, we’re on an island, the whole place is beach, but you drove me all the way out here.”

“It’s usually pretty empty, especially at night.”

“And you know that because... you’ve taken lots of girls out here?”

“If you count my mum, then yes,” he said sarcastically. “I don’t exactly frequent the island of O’ahu.” 

“So you’re saying that if you did, you’d bring girls here all of the time?”

“Oh, totally. It’s how I’d seal the deal, like all the assholes in the movies.”

“By telling them they’re the first one you’ve ever brought here?”

“Exactly. But you know I’m telling you the truth because you already slept with me.”

You shoved him with a scoff, a little harder than you intended, making Minho fall back onto the blanket. 

“Hey! What was that for?”

“You know exactly what that was for.”

He grinned sheepishly and then stretched out the arm that was closest to you. “C’mon, then. Join me.”

You shifted a bit, moving further down on the quilt so that when you laid back Minho’s arm would slot perfectly under your neck. You curled up to him, slinging your own arm across his stomach. The rhythm of his breathing along with the sounds of the waves breaking against the shore was soothing. It was the most relaxed you’d felt in a long time. You were halfway to sleep when you felt Minho murmur something into your hair. 

“What?’ you asked groggily, blinking your eyes open. 

“The stars, look.”

You repositioned yourself a bit so that you could stare straight up at the sky to see what he was talking about, gasping quietly when you did.

It wasn’t as impressive as the night skies on the boat had been, you were much closer to civilization now, but it was still better than anything you’d ever gotten to see back home. It was as if the sky was dripping with diamonds, stars hanging out of reach like they were on display at a store far out of your budget. 

“It’s gorgeous.”

“I thought you might like it,” Minho mused, “I’m glad the clouds cleared so you could see them.”

“It’s nice here even without the stars,” you assured him. “Though, they’re definitely a highlight.”

Minho turned his head to look at you, smiling. Your eyes had adjusted slightly, allowing you to see the details of his face. 

You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but the next thing you knew you were kissing him. Minho cupped your face with both hands and pressed his tongue against the seam of your lips, silently begging you to open your mouth. You did, gasping when he got impatient and nipped at your bottom lip.  

You took the initiative this time and rolled on top of him, working your hands under his t-shirt to feel him up. 

“Missed this,” Minho sighed, “missed you.”

“It’s only been like three days!” 

“Way too long, if you ask me.”

You rolled your eyes but let the comments fuel your ego anyway.

He matched your pace and dropped his hands from your face to let them roam your body. It didn’t take long for them to find your tits, fingers brushing over your nipples underneath the fabric of your shirt. You rolled your hips against his, already able to feel that he was half hard through his sweats.

Minho groaned and broke away from kissing you to catch his breath, tilting his head back and swallowing hard. His hips stuttered underneath you, encouraging you to keep going. You took over and began kissing your way down his neck. 

“Do you have a condom?” you asked breathlessly

You knew you were acting desperate but it’s because you were desperate. You were aching for him and your panties were beginning to feel uncomfortably sticky. 

“Are you sure?” Minho asked, not answering your question. 

“Yes, fuck, where are they?”

He propped himself up on his elbows and nodded down at his pocket. “I still have a few in my wallet.”

You sat up a little and brought one of your hands down to his pants, brushing your palm over his erection before fumbling for his wallet in his pocket. 

“You’re a menace,” he hissed as he kicked his head back. 

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

You retrieved a condom and slid the wallet back into his pocket, tearing the foil wrapper open while you tried to get his pants off at the same time. 

“Need help?”

“No, I got it,” you muttered.

You were able to get Minho’s pants down far enough to get his dick out and put the condom on him before pushing your own pajama shorts and panties to the side so you could ride him without having to take them all the way off. 

“Wait, I haven’t even fingered you or anything,” Minho interjected, putting a hand on your stomach to stop you from lowering yourself onto him. “It’ll hurt.”

“We don’t really have a lot of time,” you argued back, “I’m really wet already. You don’t need to.”

“Bullshit,” he countered in disbelief. 

You were starting to get annoyed. Why wouldn’t he just fuck you like you wanted? You could tell Minho was getting frustrated as well, confused as to why you were rushing into it.

“At least let me rub your clit a little first?” he pleaded. 

You wanted to tell him that it really was fine, that you’d just need a couple of extra seconds to adjust to his size, but he was already running a thumb over your pussy, feeling around for the spot that would make your knees buckle.  

“F-fuck,” you whispered when he found it, arching just slightly to press yourself into him further.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Minho asked, sounding entirely too pleased with himself. 

You couldn’t even deny it. “Yes.”

“Still gotta be quiet, though,” he reminded you, “don’t want to let those folks down the way know what we’re up to, huh?”

You nodded in agreement even though you had completely forgotten about the people having a bonfire on the beach. They were likely too far away to see the two of you in the dark, but you knew sound carried so you would still have to be careful. 

“Can you put it in now? Just want to feel you.” You threw in a pout at the end just for good measure, hoping that would be enough to get you what you wanted. 

Minho nodded and put a hand on either of your hips to help you. You sighed in relief as you sank down on him, finally feeling full. You were able to take him all at once but you did need more time to adjust to having him inside of you, to which Minho cockily mouthed I told you so at you.

Once the discomfort ebbed away you leaned down and pressed your chest to his, resting your head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you instinctively as you started rocking yourself on his cock, trembling at just how deep he could get at this angle. 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you mumbled. 

He carded a hand through your hair and cocked his head to the side. “What, having sex on the beach?”

“Mhm.”

“It’s a first for me too,” Minho admitted. 

“Better make it memorable then, right?”

lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

[damagedintellect]

Kenny McCormick x reader

💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 1  💌  

Summary:  You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren't expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman's OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.

Notes:  Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I'm feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago

💌 Word count: 1,540 💌  You Are Here | Chapter 2 =>

It was cold compared to what you were used to but hey at least you got to see snow. That had been one thing you had wanted to see for as long as you could remember. Living in Hawaii you don't really get that unless you went to certain places on the big island and seeing as how you lived on Oahu, yeah no snow for you. You didn't particularly want to move all your friends and family were here. Although thinking about it moving would be a nice change of pace. You were getting sick of living on an island anyways between the horrible paradise tax, the dumb power-outages and shitty internet you guess there were some perks to leaving your home.

"Honey we're here" you hear your mom say. You open the door of your car and look at your new area of living. It was simple and really generic compared to your old house but hey at least it was new.

Slowly walking up to the front door you survey the houses around yours, they looked nearly the same. The only difference was the color scheme. You turn around to see your mom talking to some redheaded lady followed by a man, her husband probably? The man only greeted your mom as he walked to the house next to yours. Turning back to the door knob your mom calls for you to meet the lady as you reluctantly walk over to her.

"(Y/n) this is Mrs. Broflovski she's our neighbor. We were talking about having dinner over at their house to welcome us to South Park" Mrs. Broflovski smiled "Yes sweetie, I used to be the new kid in town once. I know it can be hard to make friends so I figured that I have two sons, one around your age. Maybe he could show you around."

You force a smile "that sounds lovely, I should go get ready."

With that you hurried into your new house leaning your back against the door, sliding down it. You knew you would have to socialize at one point but this soon? You weren't the best with making friends or talking to kids your age. Back at your old school you were known as the weird girl because you liked "One Piece" over "Naruto" which you thought was so dumb because shouldn't the kids living on an island like pirates over ninjas? Whatever the point was you were not looking forward to being outcasted again for liking the wrong anime.

Taking a deep breath you decide to get off of the floor and get ready which meant that you would have to find your room and the bathroom. The movers had already moved the furniture from your old house so finding your room shouldn’t be that hard. Making your way upstairs there are actually six rooms, which is surprising because it’s only you and your mom who are living here. You find your room and smile it looks exactly like you left it, so you pull out the first thing you see in the drawers and head over to the bathroom.

Afterwards you head downstairs, greeting your mom as you both head out the door. With every step that you take you wonder what kind of a person this kid next door is like. You wouldn't even know how to describe the local boy culture that Hawaii has other than annoying. Brah everyone always like scrap for no reason because they swore you gave stink eye when really you just gagged at their axe body spray and now the whole school is screaming backroads. Like five people will get that joke but it doesn't matter you were already at their door.

*knock knock*   

You had a soft smile on your face to seem more interested in meeting the random neighbor’s boy. Upon entering the home Mrs. Brofloski told you that you could head up into Kyle’s room before dinner and that she would call when it’s ready. Taking a deep breath you gently knock on the door. You meet lovely green eyes as you awkwardly smiled. “h-hiya, I’m (y/n)”

A nice tint of pink graced the boys cheeks “I’m Kyle." He paused before he looked back at his room "So...um... do you like video games?”

“Do I?!” you both smile, this looks like the start of a very good friendship. You both played games until Kyle’s mom called for dinner you both sat quietly at the table while the adults talked. Kyle started to talk to you about some of the best adventures he’s experienced living here and you could not wait to have some of your own. Before you knew it you and Kyle were just sitting on the couch talking while the adults were still at the table with Ike.

“And that’s when the wizard killed the evil king of the humans becoming the grand wizard king. Little did he know that's what started the elf army” Your eyes light up when he says so far “That sounds amazing, you guys are so lucky. My friends back home never wanted to do anything like that.”

Your mom walked in the living room. “(y/n) it’s time to go home” You and Kyle both looked at each other before you sighed. “Aww really?”

She laughed glad that you could make a friend this quickly into the move. “Yes honey, you have to get ready for school tomorrow”

You looked at the clock. It was getting pretty late to be fair. Reluctantly you get up from your seat to follow her to the door. “Okay, see you later Kyle” You waved him off.

“Wait, are you going to be taking the school bus?” You both looked at your mom who nodded then said “(Y/N) will be but not tomorrow I have to meet with the principle tomorrow so I’ll be dropping her off.” You waved one last time as you and your mom left.

The school was bigger than your old one. It was weird how everything was indoors too. In your hometown every school was pretty much an open campus. As your mom said last night you met up with the principle and received your schedule as the councilor gave you a brief tour of what area of the school you would be a part of. You stood outside of a classroom waiting for your introduction.

"Okay quiet down class today you have a new student that's going to be joining us for the rest of the year.” Mr. Garrision motioned for you to walk in “Go on and tell them your name sweetie." Mr. Garrision smiled. You looked at the class and took a deep breath which probably seemed stupid to the people staring at you but it helped calm your nerves. "My name is (Your Full Name)."

You heard someone start laughing and you clenched your fist and glared at the fat kid "Hahahehe (Y/N) ha what a stupid name." The fat ass got everyone to start laughing but you were prepared for retaliation, or well kind of. You had watched some TV show greatest comeback compilations in hopes to steal some material just in case this happened. "Thank you and while we’re handing out compliments, nice hat fat ass, do they sell men's clothes where you got that."

It took the class a moment to process what you were getting at but the moment they did they lost it. "Burn" was all you said after that and you bit your thumb at him. Mr. Garission's jaw was on the floor. Such an innocent looking girl was no better than the rest of these rowdy kids.

"(Y/n) how about you take that empty seat between Kyle and Kenny and we can get started." You take your seat next to Kyle and he turns to you and smiles and puts a fist out and you fist bump him back, you could tell you were going to like it here. You turn to the other guy you're sitting next to, Kenny was it, he was staring at you. Although most of his face is covered but you could tell he's cute by his eyes, you give a small wave and smile before you turn back to Mr. Garrison.

During recess Kyle introduced you to most if not all of the class at the playground. “So just stop me if I get this wrong okay?” Kyle had introduced everyone by name briefly and had everyone all stand in a line. From what Kyle said they did this every time they got a new student, the great name test was always fun for some reason. “Stan, Tolken, Kenny, Butters, Jimmy, Clyde, Scott, Tweek, Craig, Pip and fat ass.” Kyle laughed and applauded along with everyone except Craig who opted to flip you off instead, because you were actually the first one to get everyone’s names right on the first try “Bitch my name isn’t fat ass it’s Cartman” You rolled your eyes at Cartman “Well fat ass my name isn’t Bitch.” Both of you just glared at each other and you crossed your arms. Then bell rang signaling that recess was, in fact, over.

[magnum-fletcher-columbo]

The Magnum-Fletcher-Columbo blog!

A silly-sometimes-serious little blog about my three most favorite detective shows. Could easily collect more old detective shows like Pokémon. I enjoy The A-Team as well but I think fourth under these guys. I spend most of my TV time watching these people.

I post and reblog memes ☝🏻 I post and reblog art ✌🏻 I write fake dialogue exchanges between my blorbos 🤟🏻 I do write-ups, I do it all!

Do you know the detectives?

📸 • Thomas Magnum is a private investigator and Vietnam veteran who took up residence at the Oahu estate of unseen author Robin Masters. His best buddies are T.C. and Rick. All of them butt heads with the head of security at the estate, a British man who goes by the name Higgins. Thomas drags his friends into the most unhinged cases imaginable—life as a private investigator, he’d tell you. NEVER call Thomas a ‘private eye’, he hates the connotations. 🏐🚁🏝️

🖋️ • Jessica Fletcher is a world famous author of murder mystery books and a lifelong resident of the fictional coastal Maine town, Cabot Cove. Armed with extensive knowledge of weapons and the human body, her unassuming nature, and an extremely keen eye, Jess assists police with murder cases—especially if they just kind of refuse to do their jobs and accuse the wrong person. Her best friends include Dr. Seth Hazlitt and sheriffs Amos Tupper and Mort Metzger. 📚🔎🖊️

🧥 • Columbo is a homicide detective for the LAPD. Every time an inconceivably rich Los Angeles socialite murders someone and thinks they got away with it, Columbo comes to the rescue. Suspects mistake his rumpled appearance and disarming personality quirks for bumbling incompetence. Columbo hates using guns and doesn’t own one. His best friend in the whole wide world is his wife. Much like Jessica, Columbo is one of the most observant people you will ever meet. Also one of the most persistent. He also drives the shittiest car ever. 🚬☝🏻🌭

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Weddings 101 with Dieter

Chapter Two: Proper Accommodations

Dieter Bravo x plus size OFC (Maya)

Fanfiction 18+

Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist / Weddings 101 with Dieter Series / AO3 Link

Word Count: approx 4.7k

Summary: Maya arrives to Hawaii in Dieter's private jet. Turns out, the man's got a villa and would like her there with him and his goat. A car ride and some ridiculous banter ensue. Things are great until the OJ.

Warnings: Bad jokes, candy, even worse nicknames, Dieter being himself, self-doubt, self-esteem issues, cursing, mild body worship, food (it's a Nerdie expectation at this point), jealousy, brief mention of drug use, the nicknames worsen and include food, slander against Oscar Issac, accidental drug use, we got fluff people!

Notes: I started this series awhile ago and wrote this chapter last month. Then I fell face first into Frankie and hadn't looked back until the king trash panda himself took up residence in my brain. So we're back and I'm working on future chapters. The jokes continue to be bad, I'm not a comedian - I'd be very broke. I just enjoy two people being idiots with each other. It's a joy.

After disembarking and gathering her belongings, Maya thanked Dieter immensely for basically giving her a ride to Hawaii and if he wanted to hang out later that would be great. She needed to be away from him, the dancing was too much, he was drawing her in. Dinner could be later this week, it didn’t need to be tonight, she still needed to check in at the hotel.

Bravo leaned in for a hug and Maya returned the squeeze, pressing their bodies together. He was simultaneously firmer than she thought and also softer around the belly. His hands started roaming a little too low down her back towards butt and they gave a little squeeze. Maya should have swatted him away or told him no, but she decided to run her hands down his back as well and give him a little grab too. Turns out that Sugar lips was also quite firm as well, he jumped a little bit giggling.

 “I gotta say Kit Kat. This has been a lot of fun and I only drank while we did this whole thing, This is new.” Dieter stated triumphantly like he just got first place at something.

 Maya shrugged her shoulders and grinned, “Well Sugar lips, it turns out there's a lot of ways to have fun that maybe don't always include drugs sometimes.”

“Hey, your brother's wedding is on which island?” Dieter asked. His assistant who had been back trying to chat up the flight attendants a little bit got an inkling that there was something a little suspect going on, so he went over and gently reminded Dieter about his schedule including popping in for press at a golf tournament. Bravo wasn’t really feeling it, but he had already agreed as part of a contract.

Maya shook her head and told him, “You don’t have to feel pressured to do dinner right now. It’s an open invitation. You have very important stuff to handle, Dieter.” Her smile was weak, as much as she wanted to stay with him, she needed to leave this fever dream of an evening here. On to wedding business. She took a step back and he released her, Dieter disliked this greatly and his assistant for bringing up work shit. That can wait later.

 “Oh no Kit Kat you're not getting out of this one.” Dieter beamed and threw an arm around her shoulder, pressing his hip to hers, so soft and warm. “You’re definitely telling me where you're staying and I'm definitely coming there and if I don't like where you stay, we're gonna stay somewhere else.” He decided. His assistant’s face went pale as Brave shot him a stern look, ‘say something I dare you.’

 Maya chuckled and poked Bravo’s cheek, “What do you mean we? I'm booked into the same place with all the family. I don’t even know where you’re staying.” His assistant was furiously texting, he knew he had more work to do and how Dieter was fully capable of making his job a living hell if he didn’t get his way. She had mentioned that the wedding was taking place on Oahu but Dieter had been too busy watching her eat to listen.

 “Well, I gotta see this place, see if it's good enough for more Uno games and whatever else we come up with. It also needs to be pet friendly because Daisy is coming with me to visit.” The goat sauntered over to the pair and let out a ‘baah’ They both chuckled in unison. Maya went to protest again but he stopped her, “Nah you lost the game Toblerone. You call me sugar lips first of all, and second, show me the address.” He held his hand out, presumably for her phone. Maya gave him her palm and he used his middle finger to stroke her palm, making her draw her hand back with a squeal. She sighed and pulled out her phone, showing Dieter her accommodations which she felt were pretty nice it was like on the 6th floor of one of the Hilton hotels right off the beach on Waikiki island Dieter took one look scoffed and grabbed his nonexistent pearls and said, “No dice, this place is bullshit. Maya you’re not staying there. I'm not staying there. Toblerone, you’re gonna come with me to my villa.”

To this Maya put her hands on her hips which got Dieter a little a little hot under the robe which he was more than fine with.  Maya was disturbed at what he was saying, she thought it was a pretty nice hotel but more than that who does he think he is trying to tell her where to stay.

“Now Dieter-”

 “It’s sugar lips, “ He interrupted, she clicked her tongue and leaned forward where he leaned back.

 “Now I know, you are not trying to tell me where I should go, and where I should stay are you?” The robe-clad man shook his head and then put his hands up. “I am a grown woman.”

 Dieter tried to explain himself, “I'm not saying that it’s not a decent hotel. I'm just saying you could stay in a better place with me. We discussed decadence earlier, right?”

 She crossed her arms against her chest, “And what makes you think that I want to stay in a hotel with you Dieter Bravo?” He was making this a lot harder than it needed to be. Just let me go. He doesn’t want me, he just wants the feeling I give him, the fun. I’m not just for anyone’s use.

 “Again, it's sugar lips and we were not having so much fun on the plane. Like you're just gonna give this fun up just cause it's your brother's wedding. I mean because you know destination weddings already suck why not have why not have a little fun you know?”

 “And what type of fun are you talking about Dieter because I just met you and Uno was fun and I am extremely grateful for the free ride but whatever villa you stay in, if I thought I couldn't afford the jet ride I am damn sure not going to be able to afford a villa.” Maya now threw her hands up. This man was impossible.

 “Look, I didn't say you had to pay for it. I just said you had to stay with me and we need to get you some better wedding clothes anyway.” Bravo told her, he was re-thinking the jab about her wedding clothes. He was sure she probably looked pretty in them, but she deserved a lot more luggage than what she had.

 “I'm not trying to hear about fashion choices from a man who walks around in pajamas and a robe sir. You haven't even looked at my suitcase, so how do you know that my clothes are not appropriate for a wedding?” Dieter’s assistant looked up from his phone. Usually, his boss was much smoother than this. What about this woman made him so rattled? No matter, the assistant now had to inform the personal chef to stock and cook for two people instead of just Dieter.

 “Yeah, I got a sixth sense about these things Kit Kat just trust me on this. Now you will like the villa. It's got like 6 rooms, so we don't even have to stay in the same room. We'll just play Uno, drink, maybe I can get you to try some other stuff and we'll just have fun. Plus, we have to eat dinner.” Bravo slowly approached Maya, placing his hands on her hips and leaving her a kiss on her forehead. Kit Kat closed her eyes. So many red flags, she should leave, thank him and leave, maybe get his number. He’ll forget to call. It would be fine. And yet…

“We'll go to and from your brother's wedding, maybe you'll even let me come along to the wedding?” She shook her head, knowing that this was a horrible idea. But you only live once, right?

 “I haven't been to a wedding before, apparently I was told by my friends I couldn't come to their weddings.” He finally finished. She opened her eyes and looked at his sad brown ones. At some point Dieter had removed his sunglasses. His eyes were longing for her to answer him.

 “Now why did your friends tell you not to come to their weddings?” Maya asked, her hand reached up and ruffled his hair, he leaned in the direction of her hand.

Dieter beamed, “I'm just so much fun you know, and I just try bring joy to wherever I go.” He couldn't keep a straight face while talking. Maya threw her head back and howled.

“I bet you do bring joy, don't you?  Oh Lord Dieter,” Toblerone giggled and kissed his cheek.  “Fine, I will stay with you at your villa. I am staying in a separate room. We just have to make sure I'm on time for the different dress rehearsals and family events. Ok?” Her hand fell to his cheek, her thumb traced his nose, she felt his dimples form as he smiled. Dieter put both of his considerable hands over her hips and squeezed, he would never get tired of doing that.

 “I promise Kit Kat you won't regret it. I promise it'll be the best week ever. We'll have so much fun, so much joy. Maybe you won’t wanna leave.” Dieter dipped his chin to maximize his mischievous eye effect. It gave her a tingle up her spine.

 Maya leaned her forehead on his shoulder, “I don't know if I should trust you when you say fun and joy like that because your voice keeps cracking.”

The pair headed over to a car that was scheduled to take Dieter to his beachside villa that thankfully was only about 15 minutes away from the wedding venue where most of the events they’d be going to be taking place. It was much further from the hotel but outside of mandated events with the wedding, she didn’t plan on being at the hotel much now. She went ahead and texted her mom and her brother that she had a few hiccups with her flight, but she still was coming to the weddings and events. She also let them know that she had some different accommodations that she was going to stay at for the week. Her family was a bit concerned but they knew that Maya knew how to take care of herself.

On the car ride over, Dieter had slumped over on her shoulder, nuzzling into her. His hand laid on her thigh. Maya was petting little Daisy that sat in her lap.

 “You're a cute little goat aren't you like your daddy? This is going to be a wild ass week. What have I agreed to? I’ve lost all my good sense Daisy.” She laid her head back on the seat, closing her eyes. Today certainly was something. 

Dieter’s fingers pressed into the flesh of her thigh, he wasn’t quite asleep. He was plotting what to do once he got her to his villa. He was sure that his assistant had picked up to adjust things for her as far as the chef and food storage was concerned. Though playful, Bravo knew that Maya was still weary of him. That was fine, Dieter was a master at getting into people’s personal space and between boundaries they had set up for themselves. He was careful not to move his head, he wanted to savor the movement. She had been set to leave ten minutes ago. He had a small victory in that already. He would need to keep the momentum going. His hand relaxed and circled down to her knee, a grin formed on his face. 

The driver hit a pothole making the car bounce roughly and apologized. The actor had no issue with this, Maya slid against the car door, diagonal with one leg extended that Daisy slid down onto, not hard as she shook off the impact. Dieter’s head landed on Maya’s thigh where his hand had been, he snaked an arm under her leg pretending that he was more shaken then he was. The driver slowed down and only sped back up when he didn’t see anymore.

“Kit Kat! You alright? I got you.” He couldn’t help but smile as Maya rubbed the back of her head.

“I’m okay, I think. Bumped my head.” It took a moment to look down, she saw Daisy on the car floor and Dieter using her thigh as a pillow, feeling something under her leg that she identified as his arm. “Why would you grab…? Does anything you do make sense De-” She paused, remembering their bet. “Never mind.”

“You could just say it, you know. It’s just two words, Toblerone. Come on…” The dimpled man grinned rolling on his side, he was face to face with her stomach. It appeared very soft and jiggly. “I’ll poke you if you don’t.” It wasn’t a threat, he’d likely poke her belly even if she did call him his nickname. It was calling him.

“You’re infuriating. I get why you’re not at weddings, Sugar Lips” Maya lowered her voice at his nickname and straightened herself up in the seat as much as she could, Dieter’s arm under her leg was making that a bit difficult. “Seriously Dieter, move your arm. It’s going to go numb under there.” Her hand went to move his arm but he gripped her leg tighter.

“Nuh uh. My arm’s fine but if you want me to move I will.” His dimples were still on full display until his face went into her stomach, shaking his head from side to side. She’s so soft and warm. I think it’s okay not to breathe for a bit. Maya yelped and grabbed Bravo’s shoulders, she pushed him away slightly but she he proved too strong as he held his face in her soft stomach. She ended up just holding him, her palms running across his back.

“Dieter you’re fucking insane.” He didn’t let go. She felt his nose poking her deeply. No one had ever dove into her belly, laid on it sure, but not dove in and held on like this. She wasn’t sure what exactly he needed from her, but until they reached the villa, the only sounds were from Daisy and her occasional ‘baah’s’ and the wheels on the dirt road. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, the opposite actually, which made Maya even more unsure of what was going on.

The villa in question was at the top of a hill behind a gate. The driver entered a code that was provided to him via text from Dieter’s assistant and pulled up the long driveway to the front door. The door itself was made from a beautiful dark oak and the shingles on the roof were a red clay color. The house itself was two levels with glass walls facing the side of the house toward the beach. The sun was almost finished setting by the time they reached it. The back of the house away from the beach was an eggshell white. It was beautiful and modern, not that Maya knew what she was expecting. The driver took all her and Dieter’s bags out of the car and placed them in the foyer of the house.

“Dieter, you have to get off now. We’re here.” Maya stated softly, her hand ran through his curls. She cursed herself for doing it, but they were so silky dancing across her fingers. Bravo groaned and pulled his head back and laid on her thigh once again. 

“Promise you’ll let me lay on you again and then I’ll move.” He peered up at her, she sighed. 

“Let’s see how dinner goes.”

“You drive a hard bargain Kit Kat. Fine, but!” He lifted a finger and placed it on her chin. “If you let me, you can play with my hair again.” Scoffing, Maya used the distraction to slide out of the car. Brave puffed out his cheeks laying across the backseat of the limo. Daisy licked his cheek before hopping out of the car, following the woman. “Daisy! You’ve turned on me! What is wrong with everyone?!” He fussed, his assistant snorted and helped the driver move the bags from the foyer to the bedrooms. Maya asked which room she would be staying, the assistant mentioned there were six rooms plus Dieter’s study. She snickered at the word study, she couldn’t picture him being able to focus on anything that didn’t involve his own fun for longer than five minutes. 

Maya picked the room that was two rooms down from the master bedroom which she assumed to be Dieter’s. It was still much bigger than the hotel room she would have been trapped in for the week. Complete with a king size bed, walk in closet, 80-inch flat screen TV, numerous outlets for devices to be plugged in, a small desk area was present, the bathroom was huge with two sinks, a walk in shower that had a bench, removable shower head and a tub for a nice even soak; it was perfect.

Bravo had finished his rant and entered the villa, he checked with the chef in the kitchen and told him to make pizza. Ham and mushrooms but no pineapple. His assistant checked in with him before heading out for the night, informed Dieter which room his guest was in and that he would come to pick him up at noon tomorrow to get him ready for the first part of the golf event later that afternoon. Rolling his eyes, the actor agreed and asked if Maya had the driver’s number so he could take her to any wedding events she would need to go to. The assistant nodded and informed him that he also gave her the back up driver’s number in case Dieter was using his primary driver. Bravo was pleased with this and threw his robe on one of the stools in front of the kitchen island. 

Maya came down the winding stairs and waved to Dieter and his assistant. She smelled the pizza that was baking in the oven and beamed, “Pizza! I actually haven’t had any for a while.” She had on a pair of dusty rose pink ballet slippers, she had changed into a plain light blue t-shirt with gray shorts.  She saw that Bravo’s assistant was heading toward the door, and she tapped him on the shoulder. 

“Thanks Zack for helping me get set up. I’ll try and keep out of the way.”

Zack the assistant blinked, he actually had not heard his name for a bit. His body had tensed but he calmed. “It’s no problem Ms. Maya, let me know if you need anything. He does need to be at least up and showered by noon though.” The woman nodded and his assistant left, she made sure to set an alarm on her phone for 11 in the morning just in case. Bravo was deeply disturbed. First of all, that was his name? He was sure it was Peter, or Lou, or Aspen or something. Secondly, Why did she need to touch him? Third and most important, when did they have time to talk? He wasn’t in the car that long. Shit maybe I was, because I hit a little snow on the part of the seat Kit Kat had been sitting on. I remember mellowing out for a bit, but only a bit. Maybe. His arms snaked around Maya’s wide waist as his chin rested on her shoulder, he shot the young man the same look he did when they were outside the car at the airport, one of pure annoyance. Maya shook her head as Zack left and the chef signaled that the pizza was finished. 

“Sugar lips, we were going to have dinner right?” She gently pulled Dieter’s hands off her waist and turned around to face him. “Come on, let’s eat. Don’t pout.” Her smile remained just as wide, sniffing the pizza that the chef was cutting up. He warned that it was still hot of course and not to eat it quite yet. Nodding, Maya reached in the cabinet and grabbed a glass, pouring herself some orange juice. Dieter watched her reach while leaning on the counter but looked away as the chef let him know that there was more food in the fridge and he was leaving for the night. Dieter told him goodbye and missed what container the orange juice came out of.

“Yeah we are. What did you talk with…Zack about?” He was in fact still pouting. Maya smirked, setting her glass on the counter. 

“Just making sure that you’re at your event on time tomorrow. Despite me being here, you have obligations Cupcake.” His left eyebrow shot up as his arm snaked around her waist again. She didn’t shirk away from his touch this time, putting her head on his shoulder and leaned into him.

“I like the sound of Cupcake. Why’d you change it?” 

“Trying out some different ones.”

“Alright, show me what you’ve got.” Dieter moved from her side to in front of her, just sliding his hand to her hip instead of across her waist. Maya was noticing a pattern, that he always seemed to need to touch her. She thought that she should think it’s weird, but she enjoys it. There’s always a hand, shoulder, his chin, lips, cheek finding its way to her.

“Jellybean, Marshmallow, Fluffy Boy, Pooh Bear, Tater Tot.” Dieter turned up his nose. He might let her guess which one he actually liked out of those, but he could throw out some new nicknames too.

“I raise you Maya: Sweet cheeks, Good & Plenty, Love muffin, hot buns or-”

“Wookie!” The actor’s eyes narrowed and he let go of her. His hands were in the air instead, tightening around nothing. That clearly struck a nerve. Maya bit her bottom lip and sniffed the pizza. Maybe Dieter Bravo wasn’t a Star Wars fan.

“Absolutely not! I auditioned for that movie and they gave it to that guy with the black curly hair! Him and his stupid forearms and that massive five o’ clock shadow and…”

“Are you talking about Oscar Issac? You auditioned for Poe Dameron?! I can’t see it, Dieter.” Picking up a slice, she put it to her mouth and bit off a large piece of the slice. The handmade dough seemed to have garlic in it and the sauce had sauteed onions. Cheese topped with ham and mushrooms with a medium brown crust rounded out the delicious flavors together in the pizza. 

“I could have acted like I knew how to fly an x-wing! They’re the ones that missed out!” Now pacing, Dieter started explaining that Issac wasn’t as good an actor as he was, didn’t get as many roles or money and he clearly was better looking than him too. Maya just watched him, continuing to take more bites of the slice and picking up another one. Her low rumbles from her throat were making Dieter slow down. “And he got to work with Mark Hamil and Carrie Fisher….Maya are you…What did the chef put in that pizza?” He finally stopped and watched as she had sauce around the corners of her mouth and a touch on her nose. 

“I was really hungry. I figured you were going to talk about He who shall not be named for a while. The pizza’s warm now and not hot. Shit it’s so good!” She licked her fingers and Dieter thought it was strange. He picked up a slice and took a few bites. Yummy but nothing unusual. Her behavior is odd. He didn’t plan to give her any molly. That was going to be after a movie or two and he wouldn’t force her…Ah. His juice. He was gonna take that tomorrow to get through that golf thing. This is not good. Maya reached for her orange juice glass that was half empty and Dieter snatched it away. “No Kit Kat! You need water only. Trust me on this.” She shook her head at him and started on her third slice of pizza humming a song he didn’t recognize. Dieter got her a bottle of water out of the fridge along with the bottle of orange juice he had planned on taking tomorrow. It was half empty, he instructed her to drink instead of just giggling and poured the rest of her glass back in his bottle. No one’s wasting premium drugs though.

“If you’re mad I drink your juice, sorry. I like orange juice and this pizza. You gotta eat this pizza too. Stop thinking about that man. He’s not in a villa in Hawaii. I feel a little warm…” Sweat beads were forming on her forehead. He handed her the water bottle and she popped the bottle and started gulping it down. Bravo had to pause, what else did he need to do, normally his assistant or someone his team hired made sure he was safe during his drug escapades. He had agreed to scale back so they were giving him a bit of leeway letting him stay without one of his team there and just a guest. Now he had gotten his guest unintentionally high. 

“Fuck me…I don’t want to have to call them. They’ll never let me stay by myself again after this.” He muttered to himself as he got a wet paper towel to wipe Maya’s face. Her giggle at the cool water was cute though. He never really had to take care of himself, let alone someone else. He then wiped off her hands and held them after. 

“You don’t have to call anyone Sugar Lips. I’m open to fucking you sometime this week. Not sure when. I have to let the idea marinate in my brain. We can start with touching though.” Her eyes were glassy and her smile was warm. Dieter almost took her up on the offer as she closed the distance between them and continued to look up at him. 

“Maya you truly don’t know how much I want to take you up on that. We can’t tonight though. We have to get settled in and you need to drink so much more water. Hydration is important.” Truly, if she wasn’t high, able to truly say yes to him and he didn’t think she would be pissed about finding out she got high from his OJ, he would take her up to his room right now, but he isn’t that kind of man. Sure he’s not an angel, but not an asshole. “I think we’ll leave the pizza and go upstairs to get some sleep. We can check the rest of the house tomorrow.” Taking a step back, he held one of her hands and led her up the stairs. Entering Maya’s room seemed odd to him, but he was going to have to figure this out. Hopefully.

Undressing her was a bad idea, in fact, Dieter had to keep Maya from undressing in front of him. Unheard of this situation, keeping a woman he wanted fully clothed. Dieter was able to wrangle her in the bed and lay beside her, as soon Maya’s head hit the pillow she was out, snoring loudly. He chuckled, content to watch her face.

“So weird. I never thought I would wanna watch someone else sleep. Not sure what it is about you Toblerone. Maybe because you’re not pretentious? Mmm, no I don’t think that’s it. Doesn’t matter for now. I’ll think about tomorrow. Don’t dream about my snobby assistant or Oscar Issac, no matter how great of an ass he has. I bet you that’s how he got the Star Wars gig.” Bravo’s hand traced her round cheek, poking it softly. “I should ask you what skincare you use, you could be twenty-five or sixty-five Maya…” His voice trailed off and his hand landed on her neck, she curled closer to Dieter and groaned lightly, an unknown warmth next to her but she didn’t feel afraid. Maya felt safe next to someone in bed for the first time in a long time.

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Kung Fu Elvis Part 5

If you're new to this series, the point of this is to find out which Elvis character is the best fighter given an uninterrupted, hand to hand combat styled fight. The goal is to rank each individual Elvis character and then within each tier determine who would win against who.

How I plan on determining this will be by finding each character's age, size and general background. How well a character does in on screen fights will also be considered but analyzed on a case by case basis. Sometimes an Elvis character loses a fight simply because it's a comedy, or due to the low quality stage fighting wins because his opponents are laughably weak.

At the end of the day this is all headcanon as these are all fictional characters. If you disagree with how I rank a character I would love to hear your thoughts on where you would put them.

As stated in Chad's ranking, we know for a fact that this movie takes place in spring of 1961. I specify spring because that's when pineapples start becoming ripe. Chad takes Ms. Prentice and the girls to a pineapple plantation and we see the workers handle We get the very obvious registration plate in the window of Chad's car that clearly shows 1961. You can also determine that this was in the early 1960s based on the various tourist attractions that are named and one that is noticeably missing. The Polynesian Cultural Center is one of the biggest tourist attractions on the island of Oahu and it wasn't named. This is because the museum wouldn't even exist until 1963 when it first opens. Another very glaring omission that proves this was 1961 is the lack of the Pearl Harbor Memorial, you know the tourist attraction that at least a million people visit annually. That site is way too big to complete forget and yet the movie doesn't mention it at all. This is because the memorial wouldn't be finished and open to the public until May 1962. Meaning the movie has to take place before then.

I actually want to make a slight revision to Chad's age. Since Chad was attending university for 2 years before being in the army, that would make him about 20 years old. However, Chad is shown having chevrons, making him a sergeant. Unless there were some circumstances that explain how he got it sooner, Chad would've been in the military for 3 years. That would make him 23 years old at the youngest. Since his age wasn't mentioned as being an issue for being a tour guide, I'm throwing out the 25 year old requirement since it's not a universal policy. Also when you look at Chad's story, it makes perfect sense for him to be in his early 20s. We never hear what Chad was studying in college as it's possible he was only doing it to appease his parents. It's a very common experience for someone that age to not have a plan in life. They take gap years, they travel and in Chad's case does some time in the military. While it is possible, it wouldn't be probable for Chad to be older and not have any plan in life. Therefore I'm going to specifically consider Chad 23 years old. That puts him at a post college age where he's decided to stop his studies and is now trying to apply what he's learned in the real world.

Once again, I'm going to focus on the use of the Gold Standard in the US. The official end of the Gold Standard where you can use gold specifically as a form of currency ended in 1934. All gold had to be turned over to the government, making Pam's grandfather having gold a very rare situation. The legislation outright banning the personal hoarding of gold wouldn't be repealed until 1971. However, in 1964, these restrictions were relaxed and there weren't any enforcements in place that would've found out about this newly found gold. The Double Eagles were originally priced at $20 making Pam's inheritance worth $100k at the time of her grandfather's issuance. Even though that's a lot of money the deputy sheriff wanting that gold indicates the existence of the bigger selling market for gold. While the flat rate of $35 per ounce wouldn't end until the 1970s, it's entirely possible the deputy sheriff planned on selling that gold on the black market where it easily could've gone for more. There's also the fact that Lonnie is known for his work as a bull-rider. While rodeos have existed in the US since the 1800s, their popularity skyrocketed in the 1960s as the first regular rodeo school opened in 1962. Since Lonnie is famous for his work, that indicates he's been doing this since at least 1960 when the National Finals was broadcasted by CBS. Even the meal plan Vera's ranch had indicates the diet culture of the 1960s that involved meticulously scaled portion sizes and rigorous exercise routines. The ranch itself wasn't even accessible to the general public fitness culture wouldn't take off until the 1970s-80s. Therefore, I'm placing this movie as the mid 1960s.

I still stand by Lonnie either being 30 or older than 30. Younger people are able to heal faster and Lonnie outright said his season ended because of an injury. While it wasn't specified what was broken, it was clearly enough to take him out of the sport for a period of time. Given that this was his sole source of income, he couldn't just quit on a whim. His inability to get back into the game after such an injury suggests a combination of a change in priority and a decline in ability. While he does blame his failure on Pam not answering his calls, it just isn't probable for him to fail at every rodeo he's been to over the course of months. We have a huge precedence of athletes suddenly losing the ability they have a lot of experience in. Even though there's no specific cause that's related to age, this tends to happen in athletes in their 30s more often (golf being one of the exceptions as involuntary twitches that can dramatically impact playing ability does increase as you age). Since what we saw was only the start of Lonnie's decline and not a complete certainty that his career, I would put him at exactly 30.

We know for a fact that this takes place in 1878 based on the graveside crosses. That interestingly coincides with the real life Kiowa war chief Satanta's death. Assuming the movie is (intentionally or not) based on his tribe's story, this village likely could be around Adobe Walls where multiple battles involving the Kiowa were held. Since last battle was in 1875, Chief Buffalo Horn's talk of war could be a reference to that battle where the real life Chief Guipago surrendered. His son would then go onto lead the resistance to reservation life which is exactly what Chief Buffalo Horn was trying to do. Even though Kiowa schools existed on the reservation since 1873, it's possible that this specific camp refused to go to them since not all Kiowa camps stayed together.

Outside of Mrs. Burton leaving the tribe I'm assuming to marry Mr. Burton 20 years, we don't have much to go off of when determining Pacer's age. Cars wouldn't even exist for another couple decades so we can't use the driving age as a benchmark. The purchasing age for alcohol can't be used either because while there was an on the books law of 21 before 1909, we don't see any evidence of a saloon in this town anywhere. There also isn't anything in the books that says you have to be 21 when drinking at home. It's specifically for purchasing it so there's nothing to keep Pacer from drinking alcohol during Clint's birthday party outside of his own personal choice. Therefore, I'm going to say he's exactly 20 years old to match how long Mrs. Burton's been living in the white village.

Even though none of my guesses will be perfectly accurate, I'm going to focus specifically on Johnny's story. Even though I've tried to equate Lunarkand to the newly formed Tanzania, I realize that Zanzibar having a coup to overthrow the Sultan doesn't match what happened in the movie as Sinan's coup failed. However I did find a coup that does closely match the circumstances Johnny faced. Ethiopia actually had two failed coups that involved the planned assassination of the Crown Prince (later King Tarif) so the Empress (his cousin) can have full sovereignty over the empire, making her husband the administrative emperor. I'll spare the details but the two attempted coups occurred in 1928 and 1930. From my understanding, the 1930 attempt best matches what Johnny experienced. The leader of the coup (Sinan) was defeated and the only other threat to Tarif's reign died a few days later (Prince Dragna while surviving, was banished). His oldest child was his daughter (Shalimar) and was old enough to be married. Again it's not a perfect 1:1 match, but it's close enough if we consider Johnny to be in place of Rudolph Valentino (who died in 1926).

My breakdown on how being a stuntman benefits the youth still stands. What I will change though is the age range. Instead of using a vague label of the "late 20s", I'm actually going to make Johnny 26 years old. No particular reason outside of it being a reference to Rudolph Valentino's age when he filmed The Sheik. I consider Johnny's movie to be this universe's equivalent of the Sheik.

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Chad has the misfortunate of only getting one fight scene. Sure it's against multiple people which give him points for not immediately losing, but it's a bar fight. You have multiple people possibly fighting each other, so it's hard to tell which individual person gets credited with a win. Chad holding his own doesn't reflect his fighting ability at all.

I know I didn't give his military training as much weight, but I can't really take that into consideration when he's mostly fighting older (probably drunk) men. He still has a fit body and his youth to his advantage. If I had a bigger sample size I would put him in A, but because I try to base my ranking entirely on what we're given in the movie, he stays in B tier.

There were multiple fights that had to be thrown out because Pam interfered in a way that significantly changed the outcome. Had she not interfered, we actually would've seen a clear result. Based on what I could count, Lonnie still has a strong showing. He managed to disarm and knock out Adolph without using a weapon. To do so without suffering any injury is very impressive. His fight against Brad isn't as impressive but still counts since it was a physical fight against someone I consider an equal.

Lonnie still being physically fit to do manual labor and bull ride serves him well in a fight. However, he doesn't have enough to beat Chad. Chad has military training and an age advantage. Lonnie recovering from a major injury also gives Chad an advantage. Chad, as far as. we know, never suffered a major injury that could possibly be exploited. That's enough to put Lonnie below Chad but also in B tier.

Pacer specifically threw his gun away to fight two people in one go. Sure they were both older, but Pacer had to climb on top of the shed in the process. His physical prowess is constantly displayed during his fights, showing that he doesn't have to rely on a weapon to win. I very much wanted to see what all of his battles against the Kiowa looked like. If we saw the full total of Kiowa he had to fight, it would give us a better idea on what his limit was.

Pacer might be from a completely different time period, but based on his father owning a cattle ranch, he wouldn't have starved. At the very worst, they could kill some of their cattle for the meat. That's why I didn't disqualify him all together. He also shows that he can easily navigate uneven if not rocky terrain. His youth isn't shown to be a disadvantage at all as people back then matured younger. His ability to take on multiple people a very short amount of time before being dealt a fatal blow showcases his stamina as well.

A lot of Johnny's fights involved weapons so even though he does have a body count, I can't even include those in my break down. The fight against a leopard in his movie obviously doesn't count either because it was specifically staged for Johnny to win. It's not like they're going to have Elvis fight a leopard for real without all kinds of safety protocols in place.

Johnny really should be in A tier, but the portrayal of his fight scenes looked absolutely terrible. I would excuse the leopard fight since that's obviously not meant to be real, but it is. Prince Dragna actually took a fight scene from his movie as being a legitimate reflection of his physical skills. Even when Johnny wins in "the real world" it doesn't feel legit. There's no sense of weight when he physically fights someone. He's disqualified. I can't possibly give him a rank when his fights don't follow real world physics.

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To summarize this part:

Pacer is in A tier.

Chad is in B tier.

Lonnie is in B tier below Chad.

Johnny DNA and will not get a rank.

Tagging: @callieselvisobsessed, @vintagepresley, @somethingaboutelvis, @tupelomiss, @eapep,

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@be-my-ally, @thatbanditqueen, @pledgingmylovee, @arrolyn1114, and @seredelgi.

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STAR-ADVERTISER / NOV. 6 The attorney for Dixie Villa, the babysitter who was found guilty of manslaughter in the Benadryl overdose of 7-month-old Abigail Lobisch, filed a motion for a new trial Nov. 25. Megan Kau said an unknown witness has come forward. Above, Villa, left, and attorney Kau during November’s trial.

Dixie Villa, the babysitter found guilty of manslaughter in the Benadryl overdose death of 7-month-old infant Abigail Lobisch, is asking for a new trial, saying the child’s mother lied about sleeping with her baby and that an unknown witness has came forward.

The motion for a new trial filed Nov. 25 by Villa’s attorney, Megan Kau, says the baby’s father, James Lobisch, informed the state shortly after closing arguments that his ex-wife lied on the stand during the Villa trial about never sleeping in the same bed as their baby.

The Medical Examiner’s Office determined in July 2019 that Abigail Lobisch’s February 2019 death was caused by diphenhydra ­mine (the antihistamine in Benadryl ) toxicity, not from being injured by an adult sleeping with her.

The state presented evidence by the forensic pathologist who performed the autopsy that the baby’s heart blood had a high concentration of diphenhydra ­mine, but also asked him about the danger of adults co-sleeping with babies.

An Oahu Circuit jury found Villa guilty Nov. 15 of manslaughter.

After the jury was discharged, Kau raised the issue before the court. Deputy Prosecutor Tiffany Kaeo said the state complied with the rules of discovery.

The judge ordered the defense to file a written motion.

The state will have opportunity to respond to the motion before a Dec. 16 hearing on the motion before trial Judge Fa ‘auuga To ‘oto ‘o.

Villa’s sentencing remains set for Feb. 26.

On Nov. 26, Villa appeared in Honolulu District Court, where she requested a continuance for a jury-waived trial on an unrelated theft case, according to court minutes. She was charged with third-degree theft for stealing merchandise from The Navy Exchange.

In the baby death case, Kau’s motion for a new trial says Kaeo emailed the defense a letter Nov. 14, saying, “Mr. Lobisch disclosed to me that he watched the previous coverage of the trial online and wanted to inform me that Anna Lobisch (Anna ) lied when she testified.”

Kau writes, “This is material because in its closing argument, the State of Hawaii heavily relied on Anna’s false statement.”

The state used photos of Villa demonstrating to police how she lay in bed with the four young children—her two, the Lobisch boy, 2, and Abigail Lobisch, who was found dead, facedown in the bed.

Here are some of the points Kau cites :—“Anna was thinking that her baby was going to sleep in a crib and her son on a cot.”—“She was not expecting her child to sleep in this bed ; she doesn’t share a bed with her child, she uses a side car.”—“Why would the defendant, a paid babysitter, bed share with four kids ?”—“Who goes to bed cradling a child like that ? She’s not a breastfeeding mother. Why hold her that way ? Doesn’t make sense.”

The motion says “a court may order a new trial for any legal cause or in the interest of justice.”

Kau cites a 1984 Intermediate Court of Appeals case, State v. Teves, that the defendant can seek a new trial on the grounds that a prosecution witness gave false testimony at trial.

Kau also said that a few hours before the verdict, she received text messages from Valerie Barnes, a woman who said she helped Lobisch watch her children. They include screenshots between Barnes and Lobisch.

Kau said the potential witness alleges Lobisch needed help watching her children because she was suffering from anxiety and mental health issues.

Barnes said Lobisch could not “handle both babies right now lol, ” in texts Kau received. Barnes said she provided the information to police in 2019.

Kau said this was exculpatory evidence—evidence that could have justified or excused the defendant from guilt—and should have been given to the defense prior to trial.

The judge prohibited the state from allowing any evidence that Villa was running an illegal day care at trial, including videos and photographs of children at her home. He also did not allow witness testimony that Villa asked a young woman to lie to military police about the status of children at Villa’s home. The judge would have allowed it if Villa took the stand.

Villa, a Navy wife at the time, reportedly ran an illegal, unlicensed day care center at Aliamanu Military Reservation. Military police had been called to the home for inadequate supervision of 17 toddlers and babies on one occasion, lawyers for the Lobisches say.

Anna and James Lobisch filed a complaint in 2020 in federal court against the U.S. government and property manager Island Palm Communities for their failure to enforce federal housing rules regarding child care regulations. That case was temporarily suspended pending the criminal trial.

The couple had been going through a divorce at the time of Abigail Lobisch’s death.

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Tag Game Tuesday

Thank you @suzy-queued @deedala @shinygalaxyperson @energievie @sirrudo @tanktopgallavich for tagging me in!

name: Julia 🍵

when is your birthday? April 24 ♉️

favorite social media platform outside of tumblr? Instagram - though Twitter is a close second, and I only started using it last year because of this fandom :)

do you wear makeup? eyeliner (which I taught myself to apply on the bus going to high school), mascara and lip gloss. otherwise i have no idea how to use foundation, concealer and all the rest

favorite board game? hmm. The Game of Life? what a weird game lol. The last board game I bought was based on 'The Shining' and I played it on family vacay with my kids. Normal.

do you have any tattoos? Yes just one for now, a floral+geometry design inside of my upper arm. I'd like another but fear all my decision-making powers may have gone into this one.

which of the seven deadly sins would you say you struggle with the most? Yeah maybe it's sloth 🤷🏼‍♀️ i need more motivation to go out and do things nowadays

best vacation you’ve ever been on? Oahu for beach & tie between Montreal & Chicago for city exploring

how do you get around town? (car/bus/train/on foot/etc) I live in a very bus & walking-friendly city. I grew up taking the bus everywhere. My current work has parking (which is VERY rare, so I drive and listen to audiobooks)

describe your vibe in three words: Calming. Non-judgey, Curious.

share a song rec: (i know it's the theme song from "Portlandia", but it always calms me :)

Tagging in @palepinkgoat @creepkinginc @michellemisfit @mmmichyyy @depressedstressedlemonzest @grumble-fish @too-schoolforcool @sleepyfacetoughguy @silvanshadow @sweetbee78 @honeyvanillin. @divine-gallavich @ms-moonlight-inn @notherenewjersey @ian-galagher @gallawitchxx @francesroserecs @lingy910y @vintagelacerosette @thepupperino @tsuga-of-mars @callivich @bawlbrayker and everyone else!

[oneofthemsworld]

My first duty station was Pearl Harbor Hawaii. Friends invited me out,I was too young to drink, but had a fake ID. I was immediately denied at the door and, told everyone I would take a cab back. I used a payphone and I heard some loud music and dark blue car pulled up. The driver rolled down the window and asked if i wanted a ride. I said that I was waiting for a cab and he said, "hop in and I'll take you wherever." Sounds more fun than waiting for a cab, i got in and he asked, "Wanna grab some beers? I got you, my treat!" I said, "Hell yeah, let's go!" He stops at a carry out and gets the beer. Then, he starts driving up this curvy ass road and we come to a clearing at the top. I see two other cars and this beautiful lookout spot. He says something like, "best spot on Oahu." We walked out with the beer and just stood and watched the city down below. I saw the people who had driven the other cars, they were two couples and they were both making out. I was like, Oh I have been taken to a make out spot, interesting. So we get a couple beers in and he sits down on the grass and says "feels better down here." I said, "yeah looks better," and i sat down as well. As this all is happening, I have a million things going through my head. First and foremost, I had never even thought I would do stuff with another guy. Up until this point, I only knew that I liked to watch guys jerk off. I didn't know if I would enjoy a full on gay experience. I'm looking out at the ocean and he puts his hand on the back of my neck and then turns my head and starts kissing me. The first thing I notice is the stubble on his cheek, it was barely there but I could feel it on my cheek. The second thing I noticed was that I was actually enjoying myself. He broke away suddenly and said, "Can we go back to my apartment?" I said, "Sure, as long as you give me a ride to base later." He said, "Deal!." We drove back to his apartment and went inside. We each drank another beer and started making out again. He stripped down, walked into his bedroom and said, "more comfortable in here." I followed while taking off my clothes and explained that I have never done this with a guy before. He said, "I figured as much, we can start with you then." He turned me around on all fours and said, "I will go slow, just try to relax." He lubed me up and started with a finger. I'm not sure what the technique was but I got an instant erection and he said, "very nice" and started stroking me at the same time. He turned me slightly then got up on the bed with me. Then i felt a lot of pressure in my ass, then it started to hurt quite a bit and I remembered to relax. The pain was still present but then it started to feel good. Actually, it started to feel great. I thought he must have finished because he flipped me over and started sucking me off. I came with the thunder, my whole body violently shook and then waves rushed over me, pleasure, pain, and a mix of other stuff I still can't even explain. He got something out of a drawer and got back on the bed. He handed me a long latex glove and said put this on, lube up the fingers and stick two in to start. I was still kind of in a daze and did as he asked. He then said, "that's phenomenal but i want you to try to get your whole hand in there." That sobered me up for a few seconds and I was like "what am i doing?" After what i guess was a few seconds, I thought, "OK lets see where this is going, I can always bail if it gets too weird." So after working at it for a bit and figuring out the right angle, he got really into it and told me to go faster and spin my hand right and left. I did it and he exploded and fell to the bed exhausted. I took off the glove and cleaned myself up in the bathroom. By the time I was done, he already had his clothes back on and said, "I can give you a ride back now." We didn't talk the whole way back but when he dropped me off at the front gate, he said "You were amazing, thanks for the awesome time!" I said something similar back and he was off. I went back to my room and fell asleep, exhausted myself.

[ncisfranchise-source]

NCIS: Hawai'i star Jason Antoon has shared his thoughts on a crossover episode with the flagship show and the new Australia spin-off, NCIS: Sydney. 

During an exclusive chat with HELLO!, Jason addressed whether a crossover event could happen sometime soon.WATCH: Have you been watching NCIS: Sydney?

"I don't even know," said Jason, who plays Ernie Malik in the show. "That would be amazing and of course, I'm sure they would bring someone here and be like, 'Vanessa [Lachey] you go to Sydney'. 

"Would they do that? I have no idea," he continued, adding: "I don't think that would happen this season, of course, but people want to come to Hawai'i."

This was certainly true for LL Cool J, who joined the Hawai'i spin-off as a recurring guest star for season three after traveling to Oahu for the three-hour crossover event, which aired in January last year. 

Before making his debut in the latest series, LL had spent 14 years playing Special Agent Sam Hannah in NCIS: Los Angeles, which came to an end in May last year after being canceled by CBS. 

"LL loves being here," said Jason. "When he guest-starred in the crossovers when Chris O'Donnell and Wilmer Valderrama came, LL really loved the vibe. 

The actor continued: "He talks about loving what he saw with the cast and the island and he really loved being part of that. I think that's why it came to be that he's on our show now."

Speaking about how LL has changed the dynamic on set, Jason said: "He's cool. He's a different vibe.

"It's like throwing a wrench into something in a way that's only good for our show and as a group of people outside of being actors," he continued, adding that the rapper regularly has his co-stars on their feet between takes by "blasting music" on set.

While CBS has yet to reveal whether LL will land a permanent spot on the show next season, Jason and his wife and co-star Seana Kofoed, who plays Commander Carla Chase, are eager for the actor to stay. "If he's happy to be here, we're all thrilled to have him because he's a really fun energy and a talented guy," said Seana.

A future crossover episode may depend on whether NCIS: Sydney returns with a second season. 

Although there's been no news from CBS on the show's future, actor Todd Lasance, who stars as JD Dempsey in the spin-off, is hopeful for more episodes. 

Whilst chatting with TVLine, Todd was asked if he had anything on his wish list for series two.

"Obviously, I want [the finale's big reveal] to come to fruition and we work all that stuff out, but I also want to get into action sequences again," he said. "I want to get into some shootouts, car chases, some big-scale action things, because that’s what NCIS is known for."

The actor went on to say that he's keen to explore the "family dynamic side of things", with the "emotional element of the relationship with the son and my ex-wife and the breakdown of that relationship".

"The sky's the limit for us," he added. 

[mcdonaldnuggies]

A Horrifying Beggining

Part 2 Part 3

My mother had always dreamed of owning a house, big or small; any house would do for her. Unfortunately, she never got to live out that scenario she so desperately replayed in her head, considering how many household members live in our apartment. With two parents, five children, and one dog—which is a large number of mouths to feed—my parents struggled to pay our rent. Let alone buying and renovating a house, which would cost us millions of dollars due to the place we live? Not only that, but me and my siblings are too young to get a job—my older half-brother doesn’t even care a penny for us anyway—so the only solution my mother could depend on was splitting our family.

My mother would take my younger sister and my youngest brother. While my father would take me, our dog, my youngest sister, and my younger brother. While the number of people in each household seems unfair, my parents would be sending money back and forth, and I would be the one caring for house chores and household members.

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We drove in my father's tiny little car, which had five seats in total. My father was driving, my younger siblings were in the back, and I was in the passenger seat with my dog, looking out the window from my lap. As I watched my puppy's reaction to the first time being in snow, I began to think about how our living circumstances would be compared to before the move. Our plane tickets to Colorodo were definitely not cheap, and our 2-hour car ride doesn’t seem to be either.

I glance over at the little rats behind me, scanning their reactions to the snow. My little sister is passed out, her neck arched forward and everything, while my little brother is looking out the window in awe, occasionally muttering out a few words under his breath. To be honest, I’m also pretty amazed by even the sight of snow. I’ve never seen real snow other than pictures or ads, and the closest I've been to snow is ice packs. But even so, amazing or not, the cold I'm feeling is too much to bear compared to Hawaii’s sunny, tropical weather! To be more specific, in Oahu’s sunny, tropical weather, I try to radiate more heat onto my puppy, as it’s getting more chilly and he’s beginning to shiver. I wait for him to climb off the window ledge to roll up my window. I let him jump down into the back, cuddling with my little sister.

As I watch their short interaction, I glance back to the front, reading the sign ahead of us. The sign read,  ‘South Park’. Well, there go my fake little fantasies of the small possibilities of moving to the same place as an old friend. I don’t know where he lives or where South Park is, but I'm pretty sure this ain’t it.

As we drive by, I observe the houses we pass. All the houses we pass are practically copied and pasted in different colors and decorated slightly differently than the other houses. Gosh, who wasn’t creative on their copy of homework? I watched as the small, similar houses soon met shops and buildings. I think I see a mall, a few restaurants, and I think that’s a coffee shop. I take in my surroundings, trying to familiarize myself with the place to slow my nerves down. We pass by what seems to be a high school and an elementary school; we even pass by... wait, IS THAT A MANSION!?

I rub my eyes and take slow, long blinks to make sure I really am in reality. How can I be sure I’m not being fooled and what’s being shown in front of me isn’t the White House but with more money spent into it!? How much are the bills in this place? Can we even afford to live here? Please, God, don’t tell me we’ll live anywhere near that mansion. Not only would I look derpy compared to a goddamn mansion, but we would be kicked out before my father could even pay our bills!

I must have been zoning out from the shock I encountered because I flinched backwards from the sudden background change. Compared to those decently nice houses, this part of the town reminds me more of where I live. But more on the ghetto side than where I lived. Well, I’m sure we’ll at least be able to live here way longer than we could have near that mansion. I force myself back into reality as my father backs up in the driveway of what I guess is our new house. The house doesn’t look that different from the other houses I saw recently; it’s just a bit more worn out and moldy from the outside—and probably inside too.

Once my father parks the car in front of the house, I open and close my car door and walk over to the backside. I slightly crack the car door—to prevent a certain dog from running out—and ‘gently’ shake my little sister awake.

Soon after, we carry our belongings into the household. We set the bins of clothes and other bins onto the floor of the living room, making them all slowly stack up. Because the house is fenced all around, my dog is free to roam around and explore to his heart's desire while being safe and within our reach. Not too long, however, in this snow and compared to where we lived, he could freeze out here in any second! No matter the body fat he has gained!

While my dad and siblings are in the house trying to decide rooms and where to place everything, I walk outside to bring our fat puppy inside. As I'm walking towards the back of the house, I notice a little girl (maybe around my little brother's age?) kneeling down in the snow, sticking an arm out to our dog. She has light brown hair, tied into two short pigtails and held up in dark purple-pink bows. She wore a green jacket, black leggings, and black shoes on both feet. I can’t see her face that well from where I'm standing, but it looks like some dirt is scattered across her face, unlike her surprisingly clean clothing. I’m guessing she’s my neighbor from next door, judging from her appearance at least.

I took a few steps closer, watching the interaction between the little girl and my puppy. I kneeled down before getting too close to them and sat down on the snow. Shivering, I think about how to approach and interrupt the small girl because I don’t think I can handle staying out here for any longer.

I look at the girl’s face, take note of her wide smile, and listen to the small giggles she makes. I looked over at her eyes and also noted that she also had light brown eyes. Not as light as her hair, but not as dark as brown. Suddenly, my breath stopped. Probably from the cold once again. I should really hurry up and get inside.

Without thinking of what to say, my mouth blurts out the first thing I can think of: "Um, hi. The little girl flinches at the sudden realization of my presence. Suddenly, I feel embarrassed and don’t know what to say; the introduction I was preparing myself for is stuck in my throat. "I’m [name]." I force myself out, feeling stupid for worrying so much about a 7-10 year-old's opinion of me. I realize how awkward and straightforward I might’ve sounded and flash her a (hopefully not awkward) smile.

"My name’s Karen.” I heard the girl, Karen, shyly murmur out. She began fidgeting with her fingers, and my puppy ran over to me. She watched as I pulled my piggy-puppy into my arms and lifted him up, her entire focus on my dog. I rub my black jacket sleeves along my puppy’s fur in an attempt to warm him a bit. I walked over to Karen, her face showing she was taken aback by this gesture.

"Do you want to pet him?"

Karen looked up at me, her eyes sparkling and filled with life. I could practically feel her excitement and warmth radiating off of me. "Yes please!" She exclaimed, coming closer to our fence than she had before. I walk closer to the fence and slightly reach my puppy over the fence, him squirming in joy to be petted by the new stranger. Karen quickly reached the same arm out and petted my dog in delight. She had a big, soft smile plastered over her face. Seeing this, I couldn’t help but transform my forced smile into a genuinely happy smile. Karen seemed like a sweet kid after all; one day I might just kidnap her and make her my cute little sister.

"What’s his name? Karen asked me, still petting my puppy but giving me a toothy grin.

"Oxford."

Karen gave me a questioning look, most likely wondering how ‘Oxford’ is relevant to anything about my dog. "Oxford is a shade of blue," I explained. "His eyes were blue but turned out to be hazel. My explanation must have made more sense to Karen because soon after, she let out an ‘Oh’ and began to scratch behind Oxford’s ear.

"Do you like dogs, Karen? I asked purely out of curiosity.

"Yeah, they’re really cute, and soft, and silly, and playful, and—, I listened to Karen’s rambling on why she loves dogs, almost completely forgetting about an upcoming cold that could happen to either of us. But before that, I waited for Karen to finish her rambling. I didn’t want to make her feel bad about the accident!

"Karen, me, and Oxford have to go now. We can come play with you tomorrow! I suggested it to Karen. Karen silently nodded, and her smile softened yet again.

"Bye bye then, [Name] and Oxford! See you tomorrow!", Karen waved.

I smiled at Karen and bid farewell, and I and Oxford walked back inside. As soon as we went through the door, I put Oxford down and went to grab a wipe to clean Oxford’s paws. I peek into a bin, pull out a pack of wipes, and begin to clean him down.

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The rest of the day I spent cleaning the house and unpacking all of our belongings. So far, there was only one room that wasn’t assorted as the rest of the house, and that would be my room. Well, it doesn’t matter that much; I’ll just spend all of tomorrow cleaning my room. Plus, it’s not like I can do much tomorrow. I’ll be stuck at home since school doesn’t start until next week.

To get ahead of cleaning for tomorrow, I fold a few of my shirts and stack them on my dresser. I continue this until all of my shirts are on my dresser, saving the rest of the unfolded, messy clothes for tomorrow.

My phone suddenly goes off. I walk over to my drawer and turn my alarm off—a timer I set to let me when the food on the stove is done—then shove my phone into my front, right pocket. I walk out my bedroom and make my way into the front of the house, into the kitchen. I open the small pot that’s sat on the stove top and use the spatula placed beside the pot to stir the Kalua pig and cabbage. The  food looks good enough for something I merely googled for a recipe. What i’m mainly worried about is the after taste. 

I scoop a portion of the Kalua pig into three plates and scoop some rice to go along with it. I balance the three plates over to our tiny bit sized dining room table, setting the plates down—in front of three chairs. I bring out a pitcher of water and cup from the fridge and set it down onto the table.

“Dinner!” I call out, walking back to the Kitchen—digging out some raw meat and kibble. I cut and poured the raw meat and kibble into Oxford’s bowl and placed it down; besides his water bowl.

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Washing the last plate, I set it down in the dishwasher and pressed ‘start’. I then made my way to my room to prepare for tomorrow.

When I got to my bed, I felt my eye-lids slowly close. I melt into my covers and pull my blanket over my head. Drifting asleep, I finally feel at peace.

As soon as I almost completely go unconscious, Oxford suddenly jumps on my stomach, leaving me there to lay down struggling to breath. When Oxford finally moves off my stomach—still not of me completely—I turned my head to my window, not fully processing everything due to still being half-asleep.

“Oxford, what-“, the words I had intended to voice out to my dog is suddenly stuck in my throat.

Standing outside my window; I see a medium-sized figure wearing what seems to be an orange jacket… or, parka? I’ve never been good at identifying clothes. Wait, no! That’s beside the point!

I instantly sit up and crawl on my knees over to my window. The boy outside my window waves at me causing me to flinch over so slightly. I merely stare at him form my bed, on my knees trying to process the situation I found myself in.

People looking at me from my window is nothing new, it’s happened to me even back at Oahu. But usually the people didn’t climb to the SECOND floor just to watch someone!

The boy points towards the window slider, gesturing me to open the window for him. Deeming him defenseless, I slowly slide the window open, scooting aside the window while a hand, my left hand, stays on Oxford’s back.

The boy leaps into my room, rolling on the ground of my floor, Oxford instantly goes hay-wire and jumps onto the poor boy, biting into his arm. I jump off my bed and pull Oxford into my arms, trapping him. Oxford must have wriggled out my grip and was now on the boy’s stomach, biting his right arm.

I reached for Oxford but I was too late. When I looked at the orange figure, my eyes bulged and I stood there frozen, horrified.

Oxford jumped out my arms and onto the—now dead—orange figure. My scream stuck in my throat, eyes trapped on his messed up, bloody face. God, I think i’m gonna be sick…

Finally coming back to reality, I dash to my phone on my drawer and dial 911. “Hello, what’s your emergency?”

“THERE’S SOMEONE DEAD IN MY ROOM” I uncontrollably shout, slightly shaking and holding in shaky breaths.

“Woah, woah, calm down will ya?” I hear the lady on the other line call, a slight sound of annoyance in her tone of voice.

Is this lady serious? How can she be so annoyed in this situation i’m in!? Suddenly I see a slight shift from the orange body, obviously still in a horrible condition. “Oh my god..” I mutter under my breath, my voice cracking and my throat stuffy. I feel this big lump in my throat, my eyes feel heavy and i’m slightly shaking. This is seriously not how bad I imagined this first day of my move to be, this is on WAY more extreme measures than I could have ever possibly thought..

“Alright, what do you need?” The lady on the other side sighed out, tiredly scoffing.

“An ambulance!”, I try my best to lower my voice for my father and siblings sleeping but this woman is being a real dick right now, I can’t help it.

I lean over to my bin of shirts and grab the first shirt on the top, a white Stitch and Angel shirt. Well fuck, desperate times come desperate measures I guess. I take the shirt into my fist and unzip the boys jacket. His chances of surviving at this rate may be 99% but hey, we still have that 1% worth fighting for! I internally pray to God that he has a shirt underneath and sadly my prayers weren’t answered. I mean, come on! He lives in a snowy hell-hole, are people from South Park indestructible when it comes to the chilly climate?

Gently sliding the jacket away from the boy, I take the conveniently placed water bottle near the ground of my bed and pour it on my favorite Stitch and Angel shirt. Squeezing the remaining water in the shirt onto my lap, I lightly dab the shirt onto the boy’s face. Flinching when he lets out a tired wince. Gosh, now that I think about it, isn’t this his fault anyways?

I look down at my hand clenching my shirt, noticing my knuckles are now white and shaking violently. Please, please, PLEASE don’t die in my house. Let alone my room, this is going to traumatize me enough! I set Oxford on the floor and push him out the room, closing the door behind him. I kneel down before the tangerine and gently dab the shirt on his face. Fuck, I don’t even know what i’m doing or what i’m supposed to be doing!

“Mm, alright, what’s your address?”

I look at my phone—that I put on speaker, across the room—my breath quickening. I didn’t know the address. I look at the tangerine laid before me but with the condition his face is in, I don’t think he can tell me. “I-I don’t know!”

“For fucksake, i’m sending an ambulance to you.” I hear the lady scoff, whispering something to someone near away from the phone call. Before I know it, she hangs up on me. Just great, am I right?

I regain my attention and pull it all towards the soon-to-be-smoothie in-front of me, soaking up any blood left on his face. The only thing I have is hope, hope that this stranger won’t die so that I can be seen as a hero and to make my life easier knowing that throughout all this trauma, I at least saved a person’s life.

“I am so, so, so sorry..” I whisper to the body of flesh apologetically. My vision blurring from the tears forming in my eyes. I don’t even know if this sack of blood and flesh is alive anymore, I don’t even know if i’m doing anything useful anymore. Looking back down to the body, my head begins spinning and I feel like I have to barf. With how much blood I cleaned, I can see the wound clearly now. And boy, it is not pretty. Where is the ambulance when you need it?

Eventually, I hear sirens, the sound coming closer and closer to the house. Past my door, I hear Oxford barking like crazy and my father’s footsteps running through the hall to the front door. God, how do I even explain this? Hearing multiple feet step into the doorway—which I am assuming is the people from in the car—I slowly stand up and head towards my phone. With just the reflection of my face from the black screen on my phone, I can see my red eyes and slowly red-turning nose and my tired-scared expression. As if i’m in a haze, everything goes black and I, temporarily, became blinded then my vision returning to me. My eyesight, still blurry from the tears crawling and scratching it’s way out my eyes.

Looking down at my phone screen—which is now for some reason lit—I stare at it in confusion. There are various pictures of the body in my photos, varying from various angles. How did this get in my phone? Gosh, am I becoming like those phone addicts who start taking millions of photos and videos without even acknowledging it?

I shove my phone into my front right pocket and walk out my door, eyeing the pair of people talking to my father who’s asking them millions of questions, blocking their way. I peek my head past the corner and knock on the wall, gaining the attention of the adults. “In here.” Gosh i’m going to be in so much trouble.

Speed walking back into my room, I lead the adults to the tangerine dying on the floor. Nervously looking back, I see the 2 men rush over to the boy and my father looking down at the boy in confusion, purely shocked. I glance back over to the boy laid out on my floor, following as the two adults rush him out the door and into the ambulance vehicle.

I watch at the front doorstep as the rashly drive away, almost hitting a curb. Closing and locking the door, I anxiously turn around. Fear overcoming me, I try to sneak past my father who seems to still be processing the situation. “[name].” I hear my father call out to me in a stern voice. He doesn’t sound sad or happy, but he doesn’t sound that far from angry either..

“Yes..?” I force out my throat, fidgeting with my fingers as I quickly turn around to face him.

“What happened?” He says, his eyes drilling holes into mine. I gulp, knowing he wants an explanation on who that boy was, why he was in my room with the door closed, and what happened to his face.

“W-well.. he just..”

DAMMIT [name], DON’T BE USELESS, NOT NOW! SAY SOMETHING!

“Oxford bit him and his face.. and..” I mumble out, the best I could. If my anxiety already reached it’s max before, it’s practically spilling out the bar now. I can hear my heart racing, my head is pounding so hard that I feel even more dizzy than I did looking at that kid’s face.

“How did Oxford bite him?” My father asks, this time his voice is raised a bit. With even more anger painted on his face and words.

“He jumped into my room from the window and Oxford bit hi-“

“How he get through the fucking window?!” My dad interrupts me, his voice raised way more than it had been before. He’s clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles are becoming white, I think I just might piss myself because of how scared I am.

I stop fidgeting with my fingers and grab a firm grasp of my wrist with my right hand, silently praying that I get out of this situation alive and deal with it tomorrow. My—once dry—eyes begin tearing up again, my hands fairly shaking. My father must have noticed this because his face softened not too long after this realization. Well, it didn’t soften a lot. But it did soften even just a bit! “Whatever, go sleep.” My dad sighs, stomping back into his room. He’s most definitely going to call my mother about this, I should expect a phone call sometime soon.

Walking back to my room, I see a shadow figure emerge. “[name], what’s going on?” My little sister asks, letting out a big yawn with her eyes lazily looking around the dark. Right, those sirens must have woken up everyone with how loud they are.

A/N: I accidentally deleted the looooong part of Y/N putting her sister (Harper btw) to sleep so… yeah! Also, this is a repost of this story from my other accounts on Wattpad and Quotev and my accounts are the same as this account’s name!

P.S. I’m new to this whole thing so I dunno how to do this stuff, please spare me 😭🙏

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2. Merrie Monarch Festival in Hilo If you’re in Hawaii early in the year, the Merrie Monarch Festival (usually held in April) celebrates Hawaiian culture, but during New Year’s, it’s a time to get a taste of hula, music, and traditional festivities. Check out smaller events in Hilo during the holiday season that bring local flair to the celebrations.

3. New Year’s Eve Luau Many resorts and beachfront venues in Hawaii offer New Year’s Eve luaus, where you can experience Hawaiian culture through traditional dance, music, and a delicious feast. Enjoy a sunset view, tropical cocktails, and a vibrant celebration to ring in the new year.

Travel Tips for an Unforgettable Hawaii New Year: 1. Book Accommodation Early Hawaii is a popular destination for the holidays, so booking your resort or hotel well in advance is essential. Consider staying near Waikiki Beach on Oahu or in Lahaina on Maui for easy access to major New Year’s events.

2. Pack Light, But Be Prepared Hawaii’s tropical weather is warm year-round, so pack light clothing, swimwear, and plenty of sunscreen. However, evenings can get cool, especially on higher elevations, so bring a light jacket or sweater for the night festivities.

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Mochizuki Tea House opened in the 1920s and closed in 1973. It was torn down in 1975 to make way for the very white and bland Kunawai Terrace condos. The pond is now Kunawai Springs Urban Park — but it’s nowhere near as beautiful as it used to be. On a side note, according to local legend, mo’o (Hawaiian shape-shifting lizard spirits) reside at the pond. 

Kyo-Ya Japanese Tea House opened in 1956, renovated and modernized in 1991, closed in 2007. A Tokyo-based developer wanted to demolish the building in order to build an ugly 350-foot ‘condotel’ tower, but it was opposed due to height limits and a few people who actually voiced concerns about erasing every last bit of the city’s charm. Now is Hui Car Share. Oahu once had more than 30 Japanese teahouses, but today, Natsunoya is the only one still in business.

The Kanraku Teahouse opened c.1959 and closed in 1994. The building has since been demolished and some industrial buildings, possibly a Kamehameha School bus facility, currently resides on that spot. (Photo from The Hawaii Herald)

Vintage ads for long-defunct Japanese teahouses in Honolulu.

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Your Guide to Honolulu Airport Shuttle Services to Hotels

What is an Airport Shuttle?

An airport shuttle is a shared transportation service that runs between an airport and various destinations, including hotels. Shuttles are typically larger vehicles, such as buses or vans, that can accommodate multiple passengers at once, making them an affordable and practical choice for travelers who prefer not to rent a car or take a taxi. Honolulu’s airport shuttles are designed to pick you up from the airport and take you directly to your hotel or designated area, all while offering a scenic view of the island as you head to your destination.

Why Choose an Airport Shuttle in Honolulu?

Affordability One of the biggest advantages of taking an Honolulu Airport Shuttle is its cost-effectiveness. While taxis or private ride-sharing services can add up quickly, especially if you're traveling alone, shuttles are typically much cheaper. Since you share the shuttle with other passengers, the cost is divided, making it a budget-friendly option for families, groups, and solo travelers alike.

Convenience Shuttle services operate frequently, making it easy to find one that suits your arrival time. Many services run from the airport to hotels across Honolulu, Waikiki, and other nearby areas. Once you book a shuttle, you don’t need to worry about figuring out transportation options upon arrival or navigating unfamiliar roads.

Comfort Though shared, Honolulu airport shuttles are comfortable and spacious. You can sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride without having to worry about driving or dealing with traffic. The journey to your hotel gives you the chance to take in the tropical views of Oahu, helping you set the tone for your Hawaiian getaway.

Eco-friendly Option Taking a shared shuttle is an environmentally friendly choice compared to renting multiple cars or using taxis, as it reduces the overall number of vehicles on the road. This is particularly important for Honolulu, where sustainability is a priority for both residents and visitors.

How to Book an Airport Shuttle

Booking an Honolulu Airport Shuttle to Hotel is easy and can be done in several ways. Many shuttle services offer online booking systems on their websites, where you can select your hotel, the number of passengers, and your flight details. Some services also allow you to book directly at the airport, where you'll find dedicated shuttle counters or staff to assist you. It's always a good idea to check the schedule and availability ahead of time, particularly during peak travel seasons when demand is higher.

Tips for a Smooth Shuttle Experience

Plan Ahead: Make sure to book your shuttle in advance to secure your spot, especially if you’re traveling during busy periods like holidays or special events.

Wait Time: If you're arriving at a busy time, be prepared for potential wait times, as shuttles pick up multiple passengers from various flights before heading out.

Know Your Pickup Location: After clearing customs, follow the signs to the shuttle pickup area at the airport. Staff will be there to direct you.