#badass garage signs

[bmyvalentin3]

holiday party

a/n" first tumblr fanfic! i'm originally from wattpad so bare with meeeee---also not really edited so yeah

details" au, no apocalypse, fluff, kissing, ... . .

pairing" customer!ellie x fem!reader

synopsis" after moving to colorado at the beginning of winter, you start a new job to pay all the new expenses. even though you were a newly hire, you settled quick at your job at the local coffee shop. turns out pretty women also came with the job.

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ let's begin ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

your sleep was rudely interrupted by your buzzing alarm as you blinked sleep away. your eyelids weighed down, tempting you to just... rest...

you jutted awake as a message buzzed through your phone. groaning mentally, you turned over, unlocking your phone. it was from your friend.

sarah ❤

good morning, work bestie! 6:32 am

girl get up your new job is on the line 6:35 am

you smiled as you slowly typed a response

(y/n)

im up 6:37 am

thanks <333 6:37 am

the winter air bit at your exposed skin as you mustered the strength to slip out of your bed. you walked into the kitchen, pouring some cereal for yourself. continuing your routine, you got a message from your manager, abby.

abby (work)

if no one informed you, you're opening the store. dina is opening with you. she has the keys. i'll be there around noon. 7:01 am

you frowned slightly. you were hoping for... well, you didn't exactly know what you were hoping for. maybe a manager a bit less dry?

(y/n)

thanks, abby. 7:05 am

you finished up your mascara and grabbed your keys. you locked your door, walked down the hallway, took the stairs, and got into your car in the apartment parking garage. the whole way you were shivering. by now the sun was up as you pulled into the back lot of the cafe.

the snow stuck to your boots the whole way, getting it in your car. you didn't care much, just rolled your eyes. you took the keys out of the car and took a deep breath, touching up your lip gloss. you pulled the handle and stepped out of your car, shutting the door, and locking it. dina was in her car next to yours, and you stepping towards her passenger side, tapping on her window gently. you smiled.

dina smiled, rolling down the window.

"hey! sorry, i'm in a bit of a hassle, do you mind opening the store?" she asked.

"yeah, no problem." you responded, taking the store keys from her outstretched hand.

your breath puffed like a cloud of smoke in front of you. you walked around the side of the shop, and made it to the employee side door. you unlocked it, turned off the alarm, shut the door behind you, and began setting up the small shop. frost edged the windows from the outside, adding a cool effect. you turned the hanging sign on the door to "open" and unlocked it.

dina stepped in the side door, walking to the employee's room. appearing a few minutes later in full shoppe attire. she smiled and you smiled back.

"okay, today is a slow day. good luck, y/n." she joked, preparing the machines.

"thanks, you'll need some too." i sighed contently as i wiped down the tables.

.·✩·.

"hey, welcome in." you say without looking up from the register. when you did, you were met with beautiful layered green eyes. damn, she's hot as fuck! you thought. you blinked nervously and looked down slightly.

"what can i getcha'?" speaking quietly, you slowly look back up at her eyes. she was looking at the menu. freckles littered her face. a scar on her right eyebrow was badass.

"i'll take a caramel latte." she spoke. her voice was raspy yet smooth, somehow. she looked back at your eyes and your heart skipped a beat. you clicked in the buttons on the machine.

"size?" you asked.

"small, please."

again, you clicked in the button and rang her up.

"$2.48 is your total today." you patiently watched her grab a card out of her wallet.

your fingers brushed as you pinched the debit card from her hand. ignoring the butterflies, you inserted it. the buzzing of the receipt printing filled the quiet cafe. you wrapped the receipt around her debit card and handed it back to her. you grabbed a size small cup and retrieved a sharpie from your apron.

"what's a good name for you?" you smiled.

"ellie." she responded.

your fingers felt warm as you wrote her name in your best handwriting, daring to put a little heart by it. shit, why did i do that?

"okay, i'll call your name when the drink is ready."

ellie nodded and went to go sit down and scroll on her phone.

i think i like her.

her eyes...

that half bun is sooo hot.

is she even into girls?

many thoughts swarmed your head as you finished her drink with whipped cream and some grid-patterned caramel topping. capping the drink, you placed it gently on the granite counter slightly higher than your working counter.

"ellie!" you called, hoping your voice wasn't weird or unattractive.

"thank you." she grabbed her drink, acknowledged the heart and smiled, glancing at you. when you made eye contact, she winked. the bell jingled as she left the shoppe.

she winked. oh my god!

before you could get too happy, your manager walked in. dina walked behind you and whispered in your ear.

"boss's here." she continued walking into the back.

turning around timidly, you were met with your manager, abby. she was taller than you and way, way stronger. looking up into the blonde's eyes, you quickly glanced away and turned back around to face the future customers.

"good morning, abby." you said nervously.

what you missed was a sly smirk from your manager.

"good morning. how has your first week been?" she walked closer.

you didn't dare to look back.

"it's been... eventful. i've settled well, though." you sputtered out. obviously, you didn't bring up ellie.

"good...good." abby spoke slowly. she walked behind and past you to the employee's room, brushing you slightly. you got the butterflies from the slight touch.

.·✩·.

days blurred into the next... they all seemed to be the same. wake up, go to work, pray that ellie would come back, avoid abby, finish the day, go home, relax. repeat. repeat. repeat.

today was different, however. tonight, starting at 5:30 pm, was the small town's holiday celebration. they place a tree in the middle, light it, sell hot chocolate, and there's an ice skating rink.

basically, the perfect winter date.

to backtrack, ellie came in twice over the past couple weeks of working. thanksgiving ended and it's around the 1st of december. over those two precious days, you managed to talk to her. and she talked to you. and you couldn't stop; nor her. seeing how she watched and listened to you... the way she talked, got slightly embarrassed about small little things... she's so cute.

on the second day she visited, she said something that would repeat in your head every night.

"y/n, do you want to go with me to the holiday kick off? it's our community's tradition. and, it's okay if you don't want to, it won't hurt my feelings, i-"

you smiled seeing her get all blushy and embarrassed.

"yeah, i'll go. with you." as these words left your mouth, she started smiling.

"then we'll call it a date." she smirked.

now it was your turn to get all red.

...

fast forward to you closing the coffee shop early for the celebration, ellie would pick you up. she wanted to drive around early to look at rich people's christmas lights and decorations.

just as you were going to pick up your phone, a car pulled up. you saw ellie smiling gently and waving you in. placing your little work bag by your feet, you got in the passenger seat.

"hi, ellie. again, thank you for doing this. it's sweet of you."

you were a little nervous getting into her car after only talking deeply once, but you felt safe with her.

"hey, you look great. festive." she pointed to your dangly earrings.

"awe, thanks. I got them back in my old home." you sighed contently. she glanced over at you as she pulled away.

"okay, so," she began speaking at a red light, "i'm taking you to the richest neighborhood here. you're going to love it." she had a soft smile. the sun had set already since it's winter, so darkness was spreading quickly.

"you look pretty today." she spoke softly, looking ahead at the road. you blushed immediately.

"thank you ellie. by the way, i only let hot girls take me out, so..." you were suddenly interested in your nails. she blushed.

.·✩·.

"here we are." she slowed down as she pulled on the street. houses glowed magically. many had the moving lights that projected snowflakes and santa hats.

"it gorgeous." you whispered. she drove slowly, letting you look around.

"how can they afford all this?"

"no clue." she sighed.

as the pulled out of the neighborhood, she drove towards the square.

"have you ice skated before?" you look at her. she glances at you, then stares back on the road.

"i have. you?"

"damn, i haven't. maybe we can just... skip that event.." you smiled nervously.

"i'll make sure you're okay. okay?" she looked over at you full on, placing her hand on your thigh gently. you internally freaked out, heat pooling at the bottom of your torso.

"k." you said breathlessly. she smirked, turning to the road, knowing she made you slip up. to push you even farther, she started rubbing gently and slowly up and down your thigh. your cheeks blushed and tingles were left where she touched.

.·✩·.

"come on! we're going to be late for the tree lighting!" she hurried you along as she opened the passenger door for you.

"thanks, gentleman." you smirked, stepping out of the car.

"anytime, pretty woman." she smirked back, winking.

you let ellie drag you to the town square where the large tree was being lit. many other people were already. your nose and cheeks were red and your breath came out as smoke in the frosty air. ellie mirrored your cold looks.

"let me buy you some hot cocoa, yeah?" she brushed a piece of your cold hair behind your reddening ear. you blushed, but the frost camouflaged you.

"yeah, that'd be nice." you giggled quietly. christmas music sang from the multiple speakers around the gathering. she snuck her hand around your waist as you walked together. you were flustered, to say the least.

"hey, what can i getcha?" the employee asked you two as you arrived the stand.

"two hot cocoas, please." ellie smiled, her hand placement on you signaling you were hers tonight. and ellie hopes she can make you hers forever on.

ellie payed and soon the burning hot cocoa was in your hands. you bathed in the warmth. sipping it, you sighed.

"that's good. thank you so much, ellie. for everything." you thanked her.

"it's no problem, really. i was lucky enough to even get you free tonight. i wouldn't be surprised if you had girls in your dms, pretty lady." she smirked, looking straight on at you. you reddened, looking away while sipping your cocoa.

"no, i actually don't have any girls in my dms, much to your disappointment. i haven't gone on a date in a little bit, actually." you said quietly. her eyebrows rose in surprise.

"really? you're lying."

"no, i'm not lying." i responded.

"oooookay then..." she said in a jokingly distrusting voice.

"ho, ho, ho! look at these lovely girls over here! merry christmas!" a jolly person dressed in a santa costume boomed. he was old, but was a cute little guy. you giggled, smiling.

"so festive here." you look back over to ellie, and she's watching you.

"goddamn, you're so cute." she kissed your cheek, leaving you blushy and giggley.

"ladies and gentlemen, if you have children who would like to meet santa, his booth is open! these nice elves over here will show you through the process. thank you." a person on the speakers spoke happily.

"what next?" you yawned, covering your mouth. ellie brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"don't get too tired, cutie. come over here, i wanna show you something..."

.·✩·.

"thank you ellie. this has been the best night since i moved here." you stood with ellie at the entrance to the event. she looked deeply into your eyes.

"of course. thanks for giving me a chance. now let's get in my car, i'm cold." she smirked. you nodded, shivering.

"yes, please."

the heat took a few minutes to warm up, but when it did, both you and ellie sighed in relief.

"want me to take you home?" she looked at you, glancing at your lips.

"i mean, yeah..." you say reluctantly.

"you look so..." she trailed off.

you looked up at her, confused.

"i look...?" you started getting a little self-conscious.

"kissable. can i?" she was practically burning holes into your lips.

you nodded slowly.

"please."

ellie leaned in, capturing your lips perfectly. she laid her hands on the sides of your head, guiding you gently. you both got in sync, letting your bodies take the lead. she licked your bottom lip, asking silently for access. you open your mouth a crack desperately. she tangled her tongue with yours, eventually taking dominance. she pushed into you slightly, exploring your mouth.

after a while of kissing and quiet noises, ellie broke away, smirking.

"you taste delicious." she licked your lipgloss from her own lips. you were trying not to take ellie's comment in a dirty way.

"cat got your tongue?" she held eye contact with you.

"uh, no." you blinked finally, a blush coming across your face as you touched your lips.

"that was.. really nice." you avoided eye contact with ellie. she just had a cocky smirk on her face.

"yeah, i know. now let's get you home, baby."

#tlou #ellie #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #the last of us #christmas #xmas #the last of us ellie #tlou ellie #holiday #joel and ellie #the last of us game #tlou2 #tlou1 #the last of us part one #naughtydog #the last of us part two #first fanfic #first fic

[tightjeansjavi]

That Girl is a Problem

Part 2: “Angel Baby”

(AU street racing! Joel x f! tattoo artist reader)

A/N: I don’t know jack shit about cars but @pedgeitopascal knows I did research just for this chapter alone LOL 🤠 I went back and forth on what kinda car I wanted Joel to race in and this is what I came up with. Thank you so much for the feedback on chapter 1! This story is already sooo much fun for me to write xx

~word count: 1.9k~

Summary: Joel Miller & Tommy Miller left their Texas homestead seeking new thrills. They find themselves working at an auto body shop on Hollywood Blvd. Joel meets you, a self taught tattoo artist working on the strip. You might be just the adrenaline rush that he was searching for. Or, his ultimate heartbreak.

Warnings: Early 1990’s Los Angeles violence/scandals. Drug use, drinking, smoking, mentions of tattooing and needles, street racing, infidelity, adrenaline junkies, Joel & reader have emotional baggage, reader is a badass, love triangle between reader, Joel, and readers boyfriend, flirting, teasing, banter, jealousy, rage, trauma, dark themes, domestic emotional/physical abuse from readers boyfriend, pining, unrequited feelings, excessive drinking/drug use, sustained injuries from street racing, bar fights, jealous! Joel, darkish! Joel, possessive! Joel, eventual smut, consent, eventual established relationship, no use of (y/n) readers nickname is Angel, (+18) minors dni!

That Girl is a Problem Playlist:

𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚...

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢.

Los Angeles, California: Summer of 1993

“You’ll never guess where I just was.” Joel strode into the open garage area of the auto body shop with a deli sandwich and cold bottle of coke in his hand. He leaned back against the tool bench as he took a bite from the sandwich, crossing ankles over one another casually.

“The zoo?” Tommy, the younger Miller brother grumbled from underneath the car he was working on. It needed an oil change desperately and the stupid teen that dropped it off earlier was being a prick about the whole thing.

“No, you asshat. Not the fuckin’ zoo Tommy.” Joel spoke with a mouthful of turkey from his sandwich.

Tommy cursed under his breath as he rolled himself out from under the car. His hands and shirt were covered in grit and grease and he smelled of burnt oil. “So then go on and spit it out man. Where did you venture off to?” Tommy grabbed a rag to wipe his hands off, sitting up on the bench as he looked over at his older brother.

“Well, I found a tattoo shop just a few blocks from here. It’s called ‘Sinful Colors’ and a super cool chick owns the gig. That ain’t even the best part. I signed up for some street racing while I was there. Guess it's a thing folks around here do every Friday and Saturday on the Hollywood strip.” Joel took a refreshing sip of his ice cold coke. Bottled coke was always the best. Hands down, nothing compared to it.

“A tattoo shop owned by a super cool chick huh? Sounds like something right up your alley Joel. What the hell do ya mean you signed up for street racing? You don’t have a car.”

“She’s fucking gorgeous too Tommy. I’m talkin’ like drop dead fucking beautiful. She is completely tatted up too. The kicker is she’s got a boyfriend that honestly sounds like a total tool. Anyway, she said all you need to race is a car, or a bike. I got a bike so—”

“Drop dead fucking gorgeous huh? Well, of course she’s taken man. All the good ones are. She’s tatted up too? Joel, you’re not gonna fuckin’ race with your bike. You know how fuckin’ insane that sounds? I ain’t about to bring you back home in a fuckin’ body bag. I know you’re searching for a good thrill and all but I ain’t about to let you die out here just cause you wanna impress some chick you just met.”

“I don’t think her boyfriend is really gonna pose a problem for me. She seemed to forget all about him when I showed up. Okay, not entirely but she was 100% flirting with me Tommy. She called me handsome and a pretty boy. She was totally checkin’ me out too. What the hell else am I supposed to drive if I wanna race?”

“Joel, she’s taken. I’m all for you healing in your own way from—” Tommy was cut off by his brother talking over him.

“Alright. I’m gonna stop ya right there before you say her name. Don’t do it Tommy, please.” Joel stared his brother down threateningly. He raised his eyebrow in his direction as if to challenge him to continue.

Seeking thrills wasn’t the only reason why Joel and Tommy moved out to California. Joel had an ex back in Texas. Delaney, Joel’s highschool sweetheart. They were engaged and set to be married in the summer. She was the love of his life, or so he thought. He caught her fucking his best friend in their home. In his bed. Joel had a fun trip to jail for the night after beating the shit out of his ex-best friend. He deserved it after all. Especially after Joel found out that Delaney was having a fucking affair for 6 months. 6 fucking months. After Tommy bailed him out the following morning, the two brothers mutually decided it was time to get the hell out of dodge. Thus, landing them in the sunny City of Angels.

The truth was, Joel was heartbroken. He loved Delaney and he thought that she was his endgame. The woman he was gonna marry and have kids with one day. Fuck her. He didn’t want to waste his breath over her any longer. He gave her everything, his all and how did she repay him? Oh, right. Having an affair with his best friend for 6 fucking months. So yes, Joel’s heart was pretty much fucking smashed into tiny little pieces but he refused to let his past rule him. Los Angeles was fresh, new, exciting, and he fully was ready to take life by horns again.

“Alright, I’m sorry. I won’t say her name, okay? I just think you should be careful with this chick. Don’t go and get yourself caught up in this Joel. I don’t want to see you hurt again is all. You’ve been through enough as it is. The last thing you need is some pretty thing playin’ with your heart. That’s all I’m sayin’ as your brother.” Tommy spoke sincerely.

Joel let out a grumble of annoyance. He knew Tommy was probably right about you. You were a bright red fucking flag in his books. The only problem was that Joel was a creature of habit, like most human beings were. A fatal flaw to possess. You were off limits, sure. That wasn’t going to stop him from seeing you. He felt like a moth drawn to a flame. A really hot, scalding, touch it and you will shrivel up and die on the spot, flame. Fuck it. He had nothing to lose, other than his pride and ego.

“I’ll be careful, okay Tommy? I ain’t goin’ and gettin’ my heart invested in nothin’. She’s just real easy on the eyes. I can just admire her from a distance and not cause any problems. Kay?”

Tommy let out a sigh as he looked at his brother, shaking his head. “Yeah, alright Joel. Whatever you say. Now about this race, you’re not entering with your bike man. I will 100% be putting my foot down about that bullshit.”

“What’s this you kids talkin’ about a race?” Wilson, the old man that owned the auto body shop, leaned against the opened garage door, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Your brother is right Joel. You can’t enter your bike into a street race. She’s fast, sure. You will end up getting yourself killed out there though.”

“With all due respect sir—” Joel was cut off by the old man sending a glare in his direction.

“Did I say you could talk, boy? You didn’t let me finish. You can’t race on your bike but I got just the thing you can race in. She’s a real beauty too.” The old man flicked his cigarette to the side before gesturing to the two Miller brothers to follow him.

Joel gave his brother a slight shrug of his shoulders before they followed the old man to another part of the shop. One that was seemingly off limits, till now. The car was covered with a thick tan tarp that was covered in dust and debris from sitting in the garage for so long. “So she might need a bit of work. Nothing major and mostly just cosmetic. Paint touch ups here and there but she runs fast, and smooth.”

“Are you really offering me a car right now Wilson?” Joel asked in disbelief.

“I sure as hell am, sonny. This baby hasn’t seen the light of day in a long time. You’ll love her, I can promise you that.” The old man pulled the tarp down, revealing a cherry red, 1957 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz.

Joel and Tommy’s eyes bugged out of their fucking skulls when they realized just what make and model of car this was. “Sir, you do realize what the fuck you have here, right? Holy fucking shit.” Both the miller boys said in unison.

“A 1957 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz.” Wilson deadpanned to the younger men.

“You seriously want me to race in this? Holy fuck. Wait, aren’t these kinds of races usually done with more modern sports cars? Not that she ain’t fast or anythin.’”

“The hell else are you gonna race in, kid? The races around here don’t use any of those crapshoot fancy modern sports cars. Only vintage sports cars and motorcycles can race. Didn’t Angel tell you the rules son?”

Joel was already running his fingers across the untouched red and white leather seats. Feeling how smooth they were against his skin. His head snapped in the old man’s direction, looking at him like he had suddenly grown 5 heads. “Hold on just a second there. You know Angel?”

“Do I look like I was just born yesterday? Course I know Angel. Her boyfriend is one of my local clients here and her dad endorsed my shop here.”

Joel grumbled under his breath, shaking his head a little. So, you really were that well known around here huh? “So you’re just gonna hand this beauty over to me? Sir, this car is worth a fucking fortune.”

“Well, like I said, she needs a little work. Nothing you two boys can’t handle. I know how much she’s worth. Could easily sell her off to one of those fancy smancy celebs around here for 3 times the amount I paid for her. If I do that, she just sits around like a collectors item and never sees the light of day. She deserves so much better than that.”

“So what is she gonna cost me? I don’t have much to offer unfortunately so I don’t even know if I can afford her—”

“She ain’t costin’ you a pretty penny, Joel. She’s all yours. Just take good care of her and then we won’t have any issues. Got it?”

“You got yourself a deal, Wilson. I promise I’ll take extra good care of her.”

“I know you will. Keys are in the glovebox. Why don’t you boys go take her out for a spin? See how she purrs.” The old man shot the two Miller brothers a wink before he headed back to his office.

“Holy fucking shit, Tommy! Did that seriously just happen? I must be dreaming. This is fucking insane.”

“Shut up and get the keys Joel! You heard the old man, let’s see how this babe purrs!” Tommy was already hopping in the passenger seat while Joel climbed into the driver's seat. Both brothers looked like two giddy kids in a candy shop as Joel inserted the key into the ignition as the engine purred to life. He couldn’t help but rev the engine a bit, just to see what she was capable of.

He backed the car out onto Hollywood blvd and drove right past your shop. You were working on Joel’s sketch for his knuckle tats when a blur of bright, cherry red zoomed past the shop's window. You had no idea who the hell was driving the car, but the one thing you did know was that the driver had to be undeniably hot.

After taking her for a joy ride through the Hollywood Hills, the Miller brothers returned to the shop, pumped full of adrenaline. After a few paint touch ups, and an engine check, she was good to go. Joel, however, wanted to add just a bit of flare. While Tommy was on his break, his older brother had taken it upon himself to add a decal on one of the wings on the back of the car. Angel Baby. How perfectly fitting.

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[admirablespoling]

90% of people online: “Byler is a stretch. You are looking too far into it”

✨GQ drops costume interview. Even Rink o mania suspender clips don’t go untouched✨

Wow, yeah, so speculating that the association of Mike Wheeler to closets might be on purpose is REALLY reaching. How silly of me. The one way sign was probably just laying around in someone’s garage and they figured it would make Mike look more badass so they just slung it up in a random spot.

It’s pure coincidence that during his chat with Will, Will starts right next to and then shifts to being in front of his open closet just as Mike says “The truth is.” Like, hello, nothing to see here.

I mean, look at these photos here. This framing is clearlyyyyy on accident, and this conversation is strictly a bro chat. There was no flirting. No tender emotional music. The conversation was surface level and gave zero reasons to believe that the closet was even a factor. It is A REACH. This scene was basically a throw away so the duffers where like “idc, just sit wherever” and it coincidentally was perfectly framed that way.

And I mean, I guess Will’s closet has come up one other time before this when Mike just happened to enthusiastically kiss El in s3 in front of it. But it’s probably because the room was empty and they needed something in the background. That was NOT meant to hint at Mike’s sexuality at. all. That scene showed he is in love with El.

But yeah, the employees of rink o mania get roller skate clips on their suspenders.

#byler #mike wheeler i know what you are #I really hope my sarcasm is obvious

[alittlextrathatway]

Line: "You gave me roses and I left them there to die." Location: firehouse

Another entry for the Hockey AU.

You can find the additional parts here and here.

***

After coffee that night, they start texting again. It’s a slow re-entry into knowing each other again, but it’s a start.

On one of his days off, he and Severide are invited to the firehouse for dinner. Sylvie says their garage sale committee has a proposal for them. Severide chuckles as his fiancé, Stella Kidd, sends him the exact same text.

“They’re gonna ask us to sign autographs in order to draw a crowd,” Kelly stated, smirking knowingly. “Watch. We’ll have a solid home cooked dinner and then Mouch and Herrmann are gonna try to swindle us into showing up.”

Mouch and Herrmann. Damn. Those are names he hasn’t heard in a while. “Maybe we should. The money from the garage sale helps struggling first responders and their families. Why not?”

“Well, when you put it like that,” Severide replies with a sigh.

Matt grins and slaps his back as he finishes changing out for practice. “Come on, it’ll be fun. And it’s the right thing to do.”

Severide’s guess is spot on. After dinner, they’re presented with all the reasons they should show up and sign autographs at Firehouse 51’s annual garage sale. They save everyone time and agree before Herrmann and Mouch are done trying to sell them on the idea.

Afterward, Severide wanders off to find Stella, leaving Matt on his own. He hasn’t seen Sylvie’s face in a few days and he misses being near her so without much thought he finds himself searching the firehouse for her.

He finds her sitting on her bunk, reading a book. The ambo was out when he arrived and all through dinner. He isn’t even sure she knew he was there.

He leans against the half wall adjacent to her cot and clears his throat. “Reading anything good?”

Her head snaps up and her eyes immediately finding his. “Oh, wow. Talk about a blast from the past. Seeing you in the firehouse takes me back.”

“Me too,” he says, smiling through a twinge of regret in his gut. “It’s been too long. I shouldn’t have been away so long.”

She swallows thickly, glancing away from him to hide the sadness he knows he’ll see in her face. “No, you shouldn’t have. But you’re back now and we can’t change the past — no matter how much we may want to.” Scooting back in her cot, she pats the foot of the bed. “Have a seat.”

He doesn’t give her a chance to rethink the offer and sits immediately. “The last time I was here we were celebrating Thanksgiving while you were on shift.”

She smiles slowly as she recalls the day. “That was fun. You and Severide and Cindy Herrmann cooked the food while we went on calls. You looked adorable in an apron being bossed around by a badass midwestern mom.”

“Cindy’s sweet but she scares me a little bit. She has that disappointed mom look down. That’s a very sharp weapon when she wants it to be.”

“Accurate,” Sylvie agrees with a soft chuckle. “And that hasn’t changed a bit.”

“And then apart from that, I think the last time I even saw this place was…” Oh god, why did he bring this up? “Over FaceTime on your birthday after I first moved to Vegas.”

A mere four months before they broke up.

“Right, you sent me roses.”

He has to work hard to withhold a wince. In truth, he didn’t send those. His assistant did. He got caught up in his practice schedule and team events and completely forgot. At the last minute, he asked his assistant to send Sylvie flowers to the firehouse, not thinking to specify her favorite flower — gerbera daisies. So, his assistant sent a very generic bouquet of red roses. Which she received while they were on FaceTime together. Her face told him she saw straight through the gesture. She knew he had phoned it in.

“Yeah, I did,” he confirms with a forced smile.

“Full disclosure,” she says, guilt briefly flashing across her face. “I didn’t take them home. I left them on the coffee table in the common room. I think I even forgot to water them. They didn’t last long.”

Is it ironic that a symbol of how he neglected her ended up being neglected too?

He scoffs and shakes his head, at his past self and not at her. Never at her. “I don’t blame you. I didn’t exactly give you my best effort that day.”

“No, you didn’t. But I never told you it hurt me. I could have,” she says, gnawing on the inside of her lip. “But I didn’t want to rock the boat. I thought if I did I’d lose you faster.”

“I’m the one that lost you, Sylvie. You never lost me. Make no mistake about that,” he assures her. Hell, to this very day, he’s still hers.

“Never?” She asks with a brow lifted in his direction. He thinks he can see a flirtatious glint in her blue eyes but it’s tempered by her downturned mouth. It makes her incredibly hard to read.

“Never,” he repeats.

“If you could do that day over again,” she begins, a melancholy grin tugging at one corner of her mouth. “What would you do different?”

“Order gerbera daisies to be sent to the firehouse and then arrange to fly back here to see you on my days off. We should have celebrated your birthday together, even if it was belated.”

Her breath catches in her throat as she listens and then a slow satisfied smile spreads over her lips — replacing the melancholy completely. “Good answer.”

“Speaking of do-overs,” he says, inhaling and exhaling slowly while he gathers his courage. “Maybe I could take you out and we could have a little more than a coffee?”

“Is that you’re way of asking me for a date?”

He chuckles at her wry smile as she calls him out. “Yes, it is.”

“In that case,” she begins, rolling her lips and setting aside her book. “I’d love to. How about tomorrow night?”

“Impatient, huh?” He teases.

She laughs and smacks his arm. “Shut up. You know you are too. I’m a fantastic date.”

He grabs her hand as she tries to pull it away and holds it in both of his, beaming brightly at her. “You’re the best date. And tomorrow night would be perfect.”

After years of believing she’d always be the one that got away, he can wait one more day. But after that, he’s never letting her get away again.

#brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #furrynachosublime #prompt fic #my fic #angellwings writes

[rhaenyyras]

another snippet from my steddie fic ~ where steddie are lowkey falling for each other and eddie takes care of steve (because someone needs to!!)🖤

"So, while recounting your stories of being a total badass, Henderson may have mentioned your various concussions and black-eyes." Eddie explains, then says more gently, "And when we used to hang out, I noticed you'd mostly get headaches or pain on the left side."

It's a pretty surprising realization. Not Henderson telling Eddie about Steve's past fights and battles because yeah, he guessed that would happen after Eddie got all tangled up in this Upside Down crap. No, the part that surprises Steve is Eddie noticing that he used to get headaches and pain mostly on the left side.

That Eddie was aware of something that Steve didn't even realize he was showing any signs of. Hmm. He wonders what else Eddie picked up on that he wasn't aware of at the time.

For now, Steve watches the soapy bubbles float by. He does his best to not enjoy the massage too much but it just feels so good. A very welcomed sweet relief after the painful ache of his migraine. Eddie's soft fingers continue to work through the thick strands of his hair, gentle and warm and kind.

Steve sighs quietly. "Yeah, I really miss that, man." 

"What, the various concussions and frequent black-eyes?" Eddie teases and Steve laughs.

"No, I meant—"

"I know what you meant. It checks out, actually." he says, totally seriously of course. "You gave me that black-eye at Family Video. And you nearly gave me a concussion today with the lamp."

Huh. He's got a point. Not that Steve was doing any of that intentionally.

"Okay, but I didn't know that was you in the garage. You can't seriously blame me—"

"Oh, I can and I do, baby." he laughs and it's such a lovely sound.

Steve's heart flips at the nickname. That, and Eddie sticking around all day to take care of him. It means more than he can say. Steve feels relieved that things can be so easy between them again. It gives him hope that maybe they can find a way back to how things used to be.

"I get it, you were pissed that I was busy," Eddie teases. "So you tried to knock me out with the lamp. It checks out."

Steve laughs and flicks a handful of bubbles right at Eddie's face. He gasps with shock and of course he takes things to a whole new level. Eddie cups his hands together, scoops up like a million bubbles and starts blowing them all over Steve.

Through his hair, and onto his face, and all over his chest.

"Seriously, Eddie—" Steve laughs at the same time Eddie giggles-slash-argues, "No, it's such a Steve thing to do. Trying to kill me with a lamp!"

With a mostly affectionate eyeroll, Steve grabs Eddie's wrist to stop him blowing bubbles everywhere like a total maniac. Both giggling like idiots, Steve manages to get a firm enough grip on Eddie's hands that he finally stops wriggling and that's when Steve realizes how close they are. Eddie leaning over the edge of the bath, his dark curls covered with bubbles and a mischievous smile tugging on his lips.

"I'm serious, man. Really missed you." Steve says.

Hoping for just one serious moment with Eddie.

Predictably, Eddie rolls his eyes (like the idea of talking about feelings is gross or something) but he doesn't make any effort to wriggle out of Steve's grasp. Which he could easily do, but instead he stays there leaning over the tub, at eye-level with Steve and looking at him in a way that Steve is like, 99% sure that just friends don't look at each other like.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie snippets

[siremasterlawrence]

Strong & Silent Type

His name is James a strong, hot, super sexy and silent type that consumes the room with his presence picking me up in front of my ole apartment building as I exit the front door to see him. “Hey sir” he says sweetly offering me his hand I feel him pull me into a hug as we met before. We head to his car as he open’s it for me as sit down in the cars passenger seat the ride is very quite as I had expected.

I laugh a bit thinking about the long wait he has put me through the last two years or so the wheels in his mind are spinning out of control as he is unsure of what to do or say to me. He tilts his head a bit making a little eye contact with me with his eyes still on the road and I take notice patting his legs as a sign. He sighs in relief thinking everything over in his mind and he starts to spread his lips.

He begins to tell me that he cannot believe in his wildest dreams that he is here and I politely remind him that it’s his fault he does the usual acknowledgment of his actions and he swears his love to me. I roll my eyes as we hit the end of the bridge to his home in Long Island. His garage door lifts up as en drives in settling down the car parks as the doors closed and we exit in to the garage finally.

It is a beautiful place with a pool in the back yard but I digress as we head up the side door staircase and we enter in great hype over the events that are about to occur in this place. “Nice place.” I state removing my jacket and following him in to his bedroom I kick the door closed to his shock as he drops his jacket and slip his sneakers off to the floor and his eyes rise to meet mine once more.

“Come over here NOW…When I say to come I expect you to rush over pussy. You think you are man amongst men a total badass huh?”

“No Sir! Please listen “

“Ssssshhhhh….”

“SLEEP”

“One two three”

“Drop! Good boi”

“Surrendering to my will”

“Nothing else matters”

“I own you now”

“When I kiss you your mind will go blank”

“When you hug me you will feel whole “

“I will be the center of everything “

“Your entire world”

“Mind, body and soul”

“Your existence “

“Your life “

“My voice the most beautiful song”

“My body a gods body “

“My words a never ending ballad of love”

I can hear the sweet sound of serenity wash over him as his back fell on to the wall as he swoons a bit shuffling side to listening to all of my words guiding him into the abyss of my power. He is under my hypnotic power of my thrall he hears me every image I am implanting on him takes shape all he can see is a golden staircase he placed a hand on the handle.

Take one step I inform that every step drops him even deeper moving his consciousness through his subconscious and inner mind the sights are filled with color interjecting wonderful scenarios in to his mind those of bliss. Meanwhile! My hands land on his body leaving me to a field day checking ever inch and crevice spreading down to under his feet.

At the bottom of the staircase I can see his feet become planted on to the ground firmly ready for it take shape he is automatically finding himself walking back into a strange room with just a bed and closet he finds a single orange pilot shirt, tan pants and white shoes. He gets dress then steps behind the bar shuffling to get himself together he places a coaster a glass upon it and pours me a drink.

Happily I remove his belt sliding it off of him it lands on the floor, undo his pants button letting it fly till it slid down, I kiss him nicely in a slow temp he hums and face plants to the floor. “Excellent! I will strip you naked right now, fuck you so hard till I cum in you and you fully rest in a newly merged in to one being reprogrammed body for my use only.

“Oooooohhhhhh Master!”

“What pussy?”

“I can’t remember what were you saying”

“Oh nothing Ben!”

“Nothing at all”

“Right! I am too stupid”

“Get in position “

“Yes Master”

“Very good! Get dressed “

“If you only had a real man”

“You are my real man”

“You are my everything “

“Those words”

“Yours and mine”

“Forever”

“Get with the program “

“Mmmmm”

“I am at your disposal “

The end

#ben affleck #hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave #reprogramming #hypno submission #mind control slaves #The Master Hypno Harem

[shirtlesssammy]

The Winchesters 1x01: Pilot

*Quick disclaimer: We’re writing this recap in October of 2022. From all that we’re seen and read online, Carlos uses he/him pronouns, though the actor who plays him is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns. If things change for the character, we’ll adjust accordingly. Just wanted to note this for future readers!*

Then:

Dean died, Cas died, Sam got a bad wig. 

Now: 

Even More Then:

New Orleans

March 1972

Indiana Jones Samuel Campbell finds the secret entrance to the catacombs through the mausoleum entrance adorned with the Men of Letters symbol.

He performs the blood ritual to open the door to doom, unleashing a creature that sends him running back through the cemetery like he’s being chased by a giant stone boulder. He trips, his flashlight skittering across the broken walkway, and the monster attacks. 

Welcome to Lawrence, everyone! Our intrepid hero John Winchester misses the sign for home because he’s busy having war flashbacks on the bus. (we’renotgoingtohavesympathyforthisman, we’renotgoingtohavesympathyforthisman, we’renotgoingtohavesympathyforthisman) He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself and then pulls out an envelope with his name on it AND the Men of Letters symbol! 

Ten Years After’s “I’d Love to Change the World” starts playing, and ALL our Jackles longcon spidey-senses kick into overdrive. 

“March 23rd, 1972, the day Dad came home from the war.” 

SCReamIng, FAinTing, DyING. DEAN IS BACK. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

Well, in voiceover for now. We watch John walk through Lawrence while Dean tells us he’s going to tell us his parents’ story in a way “that just might surprise [us].” The camera shows us Mary staring quite intently at a movie poster for THX 1138 (“The Future is Here”) before walking away and bumping into John. He’s smitten the moment they meet (So she knocks him flat on his metaphorical ass, I guess.) They talk about candy (GOD, future John, do you care SO little for Dean that you can’t even tell your candy loving son about the most important part of the meeting –THE CANDY?)

They have cute banter and Mary calls him Soldier Boy, which is a delightful wink to the world outside this one.

John walks to Winchester’s Garage, and has a heartfelt reunion with his mother. John grabs himself a beer. (“What? I’m legal now.”) Oh John, this is a path you don’t want to go down. They address the whole John wasn’t old enough to join the Marines situation. (He forged his long lost father’s signature.) And they clarify that he enlisted chasing after said long lost father. (Sidenote: Drake Rodger really has the Sam puppy face down cold!) 

That night, John takes the note and an accompanying key to a mysterious address. 

***DEMON alert!***

Well, John doesn’t know that yet, but once the eyes flash black and he gets picked up by his neck, he knows the guy isn’t Mr. Rogers. 

With a sweep of the leg and a swish of the hair, Mary Campbell saves the day!

Or, she would if John wouldn’t keep getting in the way. He is truly the worst. She eventually dropkicks the demon into a vat of holy water so she can interrogate it in regards to the whereabouts of her father. The demon taunts her over a “Maggie” before Mary exorcises the smoke. I felt a pang of nostalgia hearing those words again. 

“Hey, what was that? No, no, no. His eyes were black and then smoke –smoke just came out of his mouth.” Guys, John is NOT DEALING. 

Mary and John play a game of “what are you doing here?” chicken, and Mary wins (because she’s already a badass). John fills Mary in on his mysterious Biff Tannen encounter. (WHO IS MESSING WITH THE TIMELINE??) This note was the first he’s heard from his father in 15 years (Spoiler John: He’s in the future, and dead.)

Mary leads John to a building labeled with another Men of Letters symbol and guarded with a devil’s trap. Mary needs John to use his key to open the door so she can keep searching for her father. Once inside, they head down a flight of winding stairs. Mary tells John she’s been a hunter of demons (and monsters) since she was a kid. John asks if she knew of Henry Winchester. “No, sorry.” “Maybe he was one of these paranormal freemasons.” “There’s no such thing.” The flirty, combative vibe is strong with these two. This whole episode is a rollercoaster of reconciling past emotions with current ones. 

They stop flirting long enough to look around and see that they’re in a long abandoned room (a bunker, if you will). They start rooting around and John finds Henry’s locker. It’s been preserved in time. John tells the VERY DEPRESSING story about how when he was a kid, he thought there was a monster under his bed, and Henry told him not to worry, he knew how to trap it. (I AM NOT curled up in a ball crying over Sam’s own monster in the closet story. *crying noise**crying noise*) John grabs a bunch of Henry’s things and Mary miraculously finds the file she needs on her first try. Magic.

John keeps pestering Mary about what all of this means. They’re outside the movie theater again, and he asks for her name. She tells him that “you don’t want any part of this life.” She starts walking away and he tells her his name. She tells her soldier boy to go home, the camera panning up to show Slaughterhouse 5 on the marquee. 

Lubbock, Texas

Ada Monroe, Samuel Campbell’s mysterious contact, looks over a document in her rare bookstore. The lights flicker. She grabs her anti-possession charm and runs, but trips and doesn’t have enough time to grab the charm again before she’s possessed! Sam and Dean getting tattoos was the smartest thing they ever did. 

The next morning, John has a case! He wants to find Ada, the only woman who might have a lead on both their dads.

***Library Alert***

Mary takes John to their local library for research. “I need some iron and buckshot,” she tells the library worker behind the desk. They appear to know each other since Mary easily slides behind the desk. Latika meets John and we meet Latika (Lata to her friends.) Mary catches Lata up on Samuel’s recent shenanigans. 

She tells her they’re heading to Lubbock to find out more. Lata wants to come but Mary vetoes her interest. She suggests having another hunter join –Carlos. Mary is VERY against that (Tupelo, and all.)  

On the road, Mary’s driving and John has more war flashbacks. He remembers a moment when he tried saving his friend Murph’s life. Murph steps on a landmine anyway. John sees Murph sitting in the backseat of the car. Mary breaks up his PTSD attack and asks about it. He thinks he’s haunted, but she reassures him, with her EMF reader, that he is just suffering some good old fashioned serious war fatigue. Mary tells him she still sees all the people she couldn’t save. BONDING. 

John and Mary make it to the bookshop, papers and the smell of sulfur everywhere, but no Ada. They hear someone call for Mary and they run outside to find a demon waiting. 

Hello, Carlos! He hits the demon with his van and enters the scene like a boss.

Mary reluctantly introduces John to Carlos while Carlos grabs John for some serious hunter work. He shoots the demon with a water gun filled with holy water, sprinkles salt around the incapacitated demon, and tells John to recited the description of one delicious sandwich, oh wait, the exorcism script. 

“Jimmi, Janice, Jim Morrison, Amen.” And with that, John(athon) performed his first exorcism. 

They head back inside where John and Mary exchange not-quite-longing-stares. Ooh, la, la. (Ugh, I can’t, they’re really cute but the future weighs so heavy on them.) Mary is confused over how long her dad has been hunting alone. 

Lata and Carlos look for clues and talk about Lata’s relative newness to hunting. We establish that Carlos is a free-wheeling bisexual man who shares Mary’s taste in men. (Eyeballs emoji) Lata finds a book open to a VERY IMPORTANT page. It illustrates the box Samuel was after and shows exactly how it works. So convenient!

The box is a ghostbusters backpack monster trap that sucks monsters in and kills them.

Carlos finds a slip of paper tucked into the book. Mary quickly realizes that her father scrawled coordinates that direct them to New Orleans. Mary demands the keys to Carlos’ van - and I feel emotions about John Winchester’s later first choice of vehicle being a minibus. 

Lata pages through the book in the van, and explains how it works to Mary. She also establishes that Mary is protective about her friends. Lata is determined to search for Samuel out of a sense of obligation - Samuel saved her life. Mary wants Lata to just walk away and save herself. The ghost of Mary’s dead cousin rises between them (metaphorically).

In the back of the van, Carlos and John bond. Carlos quickly peels back his carefree exterior by revealing that his whole family was killed by ghouls - thus, his introduction into hunting. 

For I’m in Love with Him Your Honor Science:

John bats his great big innocent eyes and asks if all hunters start out in tragedy. “The only thing worse than how it starts for a hunter is how it ends,” Carlos tells him. Fucking TRUTH, man. 

The denizens of the Mystery Machine survey the cemetery.

Lata tries to soothe John’s (her) nerves. First hunts go GREAT. Being an amateur is the most effective armor you can find! John comforts her, and they bond while Mary looks on and tries to repress her emotions (#relatable). 

John reveals that this is his second cemetery visit of the week. I question why he isn’t going to a cemetery EVERY day because cemeteries are cool. Er, anyway. We learn the story of Maggie - she was Mary’s cousin and a vampire killed her just as her life was starting. Mary didn’t sign up for the war hunt, but John sure did. (Natasha: I know that people are concerned about sweet little innocent baby John becoming beloved by audiences despite his later blatant child abuse and neglect. To them I say, the seeds of John’s destructive obsession have already been planted in this first episode, and we can love him and hurt for him and also very much hate him because the story exists real-time across all these timelines we’ve watched.)

Mary finds traces of her dad by a strange well cap, marked by Men of Letters symbology. They haul it open and drop a flaming torch down, down, down. “Is no one else weirded out by the fact that there’s a giant hole in the ground of an above ground cemetery?” Lata asks. I’d personally like to know about the MoL magical hydrology.

John and Mary hurl themselves down the pit. They definitely seem matched in recklessness! John picks up the torch from the wet stone floor, astoundingly still lit, and they try to pinpoint the alarming growl that echoes through the caverns. 

Upstairs, Carlos reads symbols on the side of the well and then disappears on Lata. Er, oops.

John and Mary discover the mystical monster-eating box in the extremely elaborately crafted caverns. A monster - a loup garou - greets them with snarly drooly fangs. While John and Mary flee from it, Mary drops a little bit of “silver blade” lore - that’s how to kill it. John whips out a knife (NOT a silver blade) and cuts his friend’s necklace fragment from his skin while Mary looks on in astonishment, horror, etc.

John’s going to buy Mary time. He races off with his little bit of silver necklace, and Mary tears away for the mouth of the well. 

Lata gets confronted by a demon-possessed Ada, but Carlos shows up just in time to squirt her with his never-fail water gun. Unfortunately, his water gun doesn’t fully de-mojo the demon and he gets magically chucked across the room. Mary hauls herself up the well, having passed her gym class rope course with flying colors.

John’s facing his end in front of the loup garou when Mary throws the knife down into a puddle of water down in the pit. Mary gets Lata to open the box. John finds the silver blade. And both baddies are quickly disposed of. John slices off the head of the loup garou without hesitation. Meanwhile, the demon gets magically sucked into the box. Yum yum!

Back at the garage, John’s mom goes through Henry’s things. John’s accusatory - he’s mad that his mom kept Henry’s secrets from her. She defends herself - she was just trying to build a good home for herself and her family. “I knew I would do anything to keep you safe,” she says. “Maybe one day when you have kids you’ll understand.” OUCH. ouch. John thinks his dad was trying to keep him safe, and clearly leans towards Henry’s mission. John hands his mom Henry’s letter and apologizes for not showing her HER HUSBAND’S last missive sooner. Yeah, that seems like some pretty typical John Winchester secrets shit.

John loves the mission - good versus evil. “Saving people, hunting things. I was born to do this.”

John’s all in on the hunting gig, and he joins Mary’s merry band. Lata and Carlos show up. Mary commends their work on the recent hunt. Mary Campbell hands out coffees to each of them like final roses. (She’s prepared their coffee in the way each of them likes it because she’s a magical sunflower.)

They meet with Ada, who tells them that Henry last visited her to find something to kill the Akrida. The Akrida are from another dimension (tentacle joke) and want to destroy everything in the world and take it for themselves. Samuel intended to use the box to stop the Akrida’s invasion. Mary takes the box, and her new group of hunters, and heads out across the country to fulfill her father’s mission. 

Cut to Dean’s narration (third rewatch and I still get chills) telling us that the Akrida are a threat to all of existence. Dean’s investigating, taking notes, and being a VERY GOOD BEAN WHO I LOVE VERY MUCH. “There’s gonna be some surprises. Hell, I’m still trying to find all the puzzle pieces myself. But I’ll explain everything. And until then, I’ll keep picking the music.”

For I’ve Got Him, He’s Right Here Science:

(Boris: He's my best friend, he's my pal, he's my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy.)

Everybody, thank Dean Winchester for picking the music as we get played out of this episode by “I’d love to change the world,” by Ten Years After. YES. GOOD.

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I’d Love to Quote the World:

I know this story might sound familiar. But I’m gonna put the pieces together in a way that just might surprise you. And in order to do that, I have to start all the way at the beginning.

Is it too late to ask for my licorice back? 

Biiiiig freemason vibes

When I was a kid I thought there was a monster under my bed. My dad used to say, “Don’t worry, son. I know how to trap it.”

There’s no secrets in our family

She’s really a lot meaner when you get to know her

The only thing worse than how it starts for a hunter is how it ends

Is no one else weirded out by the fact that there’s a giant hole in the ground of an above ground cemetery? 

Saving people, hunting things. I was born to do this

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[theycallmequeenie]

Lexie And Happy

Part 15:

A/N: Hello again! This chapter got away from me, and there is more over share in this part, as well as a couple of visuals. I’m going to link them HERE(1), HERE(2), and HERE(3). so that they don’t get A: lost in the fic and B: in the way of the reading. I will also link the images in the story for those that don't want to look at the images before reading the fic. Again, I wish to apologize for all the run on sentences and the info dump like ramblings. I apologize in advance for the excessive word barf. Love to you all and Happy Reading!

Master List

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8, P9, P10, P11, P12, P13, P14

Tig sat on his side of the bed he and Venus shared and for the first time in days he allowed himself to just feel all the chaos. Vee knew this would happen eventually and was there for her man. Doing the best, she could to comfort him. She knew he needed to process everything over the last several days. To say utter chaos to describe things would be a massive understatement between the nightmare Lexi went through and the hell the guys were going through trying to find and save her. Vee knew all too well that both Tig and Happy were trying to squash the guilt they were feeling from Lex being taken right out from under their noses. Vee felt it too. How could have none of them been completely oblivious to someone not only breaking into Tig and Vee’s home but abducting Lexi right out from under them.

Tig told Vee figured out how the culprit managed to get by Sunny, the dog knew the guy from Lexie’s last job on the east coast. Lex was known to work it out with the owners of the garages she would work at that they would permit her to bring in Sunny with her from time to time. The owners would always agree because with Sunny being a Pittie, she seemed to keep the more gruff customers in line with just her presence in the shops and would provide Lexie, at least in theory, some form of protection from the customers that tried to mistreat Lex because she was a female mechanic. That sort of customer usually felt that since she was female, she had no business in turning wrenches on their cars that she ‘belonged either at home or in the office at the very most’. Lexie showed that sort of patron exactly why she was the one working on the cars and not making the coffee.

Tig knew all of this from the years of phone calls with his niece and willingly shared these details with Venus. Proud that he helped contribute to his niece’s love for working shoulder to shoulder with him and all the guys from the club and the friend of the club as well. All the men loved having her working with them at TM she was a sponge with it came to learning the ins and outs of all the vehicles and especially the bikes. Tig smiled proudly as he told Venus how Lexie would almost daily shock or surprise the guys by doing something they all figured she would need help with. Tig went on telling his Ole Lady how proud he was of his niece and how far she’d come from that terrified kid he took in when he lost his sister. She really hadn’t been a tough kid to raise, and he did have help from everyone in the club and all the Ole Ladies and Croweaters for the feminine influence. Mentioning that he had been thankful that Lexie’s mother had a will giving Tig custody of Lexie in the event she passed before Lex was of age to look after herself. Otherwise, she would have ended up in the system and God knows where.

This was when he started getting emotional. His voice was starting to crack, and he began to try to hide his face from view. Venus knew this was his telltale sign he was losing the battle between ‘Badass Outlaw’, that had seen more than enough to stay stone faced through everything, and a concerned uncle that knows how traumatized his niece had to be and how she had grown as a person in the manner of dealing with said trauma. Seeing lex not wanting to run this time and fighting to stay with the ones she loves. He still felt like he had left Lexie down by not stopping this from happening to her. This was all bubbling to the surface and Tig was trying to his hardest to keep his emotions in check or, since he was clearly losing that battle, at least to keep his emotional meltdown as quiet as possible.

Watching her man start to lose composure she wrapped him up in her arms and holding him to her. Murmuring to him that it was okay, to let go and get this out of his system. She did what she could to sooth her man. Vee knew that when he felt, he felt deep and that his emotional breakdowns could get intense. She continued to reassure him that Lexie did not feel that he let her down or failed her in anyway. Reminding him of the events after she was rescued and the things, she said to both him and Happy.

Vee sat with Tig and helped him through his moment of humanity for what seemed like an hour before he started to calm himself down and got himself into the PJ pants that he basically only wore with Lexie in the house as a measure to avoid exposing her to anything that should not be seen by her. That was not an experience neither of them wanted to deal with. Tig and Vee talked while they both readied themselves to get a few hours of sleep when out of nowhere they heard a loud, “SON OF A...” and then a fairly loud thud. Prompting them to both grab their respective robes and run to Lexie’s room to see what happened.

They got to her room and were met with the sight of Lex on the floor with Sunny standing over her essentially pinning Lex to the spot she landed. Both stifling a giggle at the quite comedic scene before them Tig moved to try and pick his niece up off the floor as Vee wrangled Sunny.

Tig couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice as he spoke, “How on earth did this happen?”

Lexie made an undignified face at her uncle and answered, “Well, Mister Trager. It seems one of the two of you have taught my dog a new trick. The ‘tackle Momma when she gets up off the bed’ trick. All I was trying to do was get up to grab a drink and take some more ibuprofen and she tripped me and pinned me to the spot I landed. She just stood there wagging her tail for the few seconds between me landing and you two coming in.”

Tig and Vee had to fight their laughter again as Vee told him she would go get the meds so he could try to get Lex picked up off the floor but got a glare from Lexie after losing her battle to contain her laughter followed by a ‘it’s not that funny’ from Lex.

Tig helped his niece up and told her it kinda was and swore up and down that to their knowledge Sunny learned that one on her own. Asking if she needed anything else while she was up. She nodded and mentioned about going to the bathroom while she was up and that thanks to her and Vee’s brainstorming earlier in the day, she could manage to handle the entire process on her own thanks to a make up brush cleaning mat suctioned to the side of the sink making it possible for her to wash her uncast hand by herself. Something she wishes was available when she broke her arm at 16.

Tig nodded and being the helicopter uncle, he was being, at that point in time, walked her to the bathroom, waited outside for a few minutes until Lex had finished what needed to be done and asked Tig to open the door for her. Tig opened the bathroom door and was met with Lex holding up a hand towel and her telling him that was the one part they hadn’t figured out for her to do on her own. Tig laughed and took the towel drying off her left hand. Once he had put down the towel and walked her over to her room, he kissed her on her temple asking if she was okay with just her and Sunny of if she wanted him to stay with her until she was asleep again.

Lexie shook her head and told her uncle that she was fine with just her new bodyguard. Claiming she still wanted to know who taught that dog to do that. Her uncle laughed this time as Vee came in with water and the ibuprofen that was asked for; after handing those off Vee and Tig both helped Lex get situated so that she was comfortable in her bed as well as the dog that wasn’t really in her momma’s good graces at that moment. As Sunny snuggled up against her momma and with all the excitement over with everyone returned to their beds and finally to sleep.

The hours ticked by without incident and soon morning came with the ringing of the alarms going off on the trio’s respective phones. And again, as Lexie was trying to get up out of bed only to be pinned down by Sunshine.

“Damn it Sunny, let me up! Uncle Tig, I need help and a word with that Hap. This has got to be his doing.” Lex yelled so that she knew she would be heard by the two who, from the clanking noises, were in the kitchen making coffee to start the day.

Vee made her way back with mug of coffee in had for Lex saying Tig fixed it for her knowing she’d need it to try to function in a socially acceptable way. Lex shook her head with a soft laugh again making the ‘you deck on out of line biker’ remark and gingerly got up to start her day by going to her closet and picking out a black spaghetti strap dress(1) and slipped it on once she completed her morning routine and downed her cup of coffee.

Tig helped her brushout her hair and put it up in a messy bun like he used to all those years ago. He was grateful for those moments back then and now. They helped keep him grounded in some of his loneliest moments since the time she left him and her home. Tig Trager was certainly a complex man but the things he held onto were simple things like this. He still had some issues with the fact that she left but was grateful she came home even if this was the hellish aftermath of that decision.

He smiled as his niece, “Well kiddo, I know it’s not as good as it used to be, but I am out of practice, and it has been at least fifteen years since I’ve done your hair…”

Lexie looked in a mirror and shook her head reassuring him, “It’s fine. It looks better than I could have done. And if memory serves the last hairstyle, you gave me was braided pigtails and I can promise you that crew at TM would have a field day if I rolled in with those…”

Tig laughed at his niece agreeing with her and started going over the plan for the day. Telling her that she is only going to be there for three hours max and if she felt like she needed to leave earlier that all she needed to do was say the word. Lexie nodded and agreed. She knew she wouldn’t make it much longer than that anyway and so there was no point in arguing with Tig. Vee and Tig got her out to her SUV, the vehicle for this outing as it was the bigger and more comfortable option, got her into the passenger seat as comfortable as possible, and made their way to TM.

Happy Had just finished walking Opie and was gearing up for the long day ahead of him. Through the night of tossing and turning he came to the realization that he had overreacted to Lexie wanting to try and push through her ordeal. He saw the point Tig had made and decided that he was being an overbearing overprotective ass, so he decided that he would clean himself up a bit more than he normally would for a long day of turning wrenches and getting covered in automotive fluids.

He had woken up about an hour before his alarm was set to go off upon checking the time on his phone, he made the decision to just get up and start the day. He showered and shaved and made sure he looked as close to he did when he and Lex got together as he could. The years had been mostly good to him in respect to his looks. He hadn’t changed all that much. A few new wrinkles here, added a few gray hairs in his stubble around his chin that he left there for Lex because he knew how much she enjoyed seeing him sporting that look. He also did something that he normally wouldn’t. Much like with Lexie’s shampoo that she used for special occasions solely because he loved the way it made her hair smell, he had a special bottle of after shave that he wore because she loved the way it smelled on him. He had put it away in the far back of his medicine cabinet because he would only ever wear that one for her.

He let out a heavy sigh as he looked at his watch thinking to himself that he needed to get going if he wanted to make that extra stop before going into TM. He corralled Ope and after telling him he’d see him later, he left for the day hoping his ‘I know I was an ass, please forgive me’ efforts are well received by Lexie.  

Tig arrived at TM with Lexie after what seemed to her, an hour of driving, instead of the actual ten minutes. Between her being uncomfortable in her own skin and her uncle drive a maximum of an entire fifteen miles an hour to not jostle her too much she was more than ready to exit her vehicle. However just as she was maneuvering herself to try to open the passenger door with her left hand, she was met by an oddly antsy Chibs opening her door for her and doing his best to gently help her down out of the vehicle.

“Easy there Darlin’. No need to rush. You’re already pushing yourself more than you should be…” He spoke in a soft tone. Almost as if he was a father trying to sooth his child after they had gotten hurt.

This surprised Lexie as she hadn’t never let him really get within arm’s reach of her much less him all but lifting her out of a vehicle. They were barely civil with each other and all of a sudden, he’s being overly nice and handling her with kid gloves as he insisted on personally escorting her over to the office that had oddly been outfitted with out of place soft cushions, quite a large cup of tea, and a small teddy bear wearing traditional Scottish attire, kilt shirt and sporran. Prompting her to laugh and give Chibs a small smile.

“Really now Telford?” She spoke in a playful tone giving him a wink. “There a reason that bear is wearing a skirt?” this too was said playfully just to get a rise out of the man. She was well informed on Scottish traditions and knew exactly what she was doing. She was messing with him to show him that she was still her and that he didn’t need to go to these lengths nor treat her differently than normal. She watched him as he started to show that she ruffled his feathers but caught himself as she spoke again, “I’m only joking around Chibsie. The bear in the kilt is adorable. Thank you.”

As she spoke, he made a face at her that appeared half annoyed and half ‘you little brat’ before his expression softened. “You’re welcome, Lass. Now enjoy that tea before it gets too cold to drink. It’s the good stuff not that Lipton crap they sell you over here.” He gave her a light nudge with his elbow and returned her wink with one of his own before spinning on his heel and leaving the office.

Soon the rest of the TM crew started to arrive, and everyone had made it a point to at least poke their head into the office to say hello and check on her before getting to work. What exactly happened wasn’t known to anyone outside of the club, but they had been informed that she was fairly beat up and wouldn’t be around much until she’s healed and feeling up to full days at the shop.

The minutes ticked by, and Lex was beginning to grow concerned by someone’s very noticeable absence. She figured Hap would have been the first one to the lot that morning and making sure she was comfortable. Not that he wouldn’t show up at all. Her heart began to sink as she sighed and started sorting through the mess that had been left on the desk in the office by the mechanics out of habit.

They got the shop opened up and started their work routine and tig would check in with her at five-minute intervals making sure she was okay. At about the fifth time of him doing this lex snapped at him that if he kept it up neither of them were going to get anything accomplished.

Lex snapping at him told him all he needed to know about the missing Happy situation. This wasn’t normal for him in the slightest and Tig was getting worried. To his knowledge Happy hadn’t even called to say he was running late.

Moments after the interaction with her uncle Lexie heard the familiar rumbling of Happy’s bike in the distance much to her relief as well as her uncle’s. Slowly she stood and made her way over to the door of the office watching him roll into the lot. She watched him park his bike with a sad smile on her bruised face. The argument she had had with Happy was still weighing heavy on her mind. She hoped that he would be willing to at least talk to her. She regrated yelling at him the night before. She should have figured out a way to tell him calmly that coming into TM, even if it was only for a few hours, was what needed to happen to keep her somewhat sane. To her surprise she saw the tall, lean biker heading directly for her.

Happy noticed her in the doorway of the office the moment he turned into the lot at Teller-Marrow, he always wondered how she knew it was his bike coming down the road. It comforted and freaked him out at the same time. As he walked toward the office, he carefully removed the backpack that carried the precious cargo that took him longer to get than he liked but he wasn’t showing up to see her without the contents in that bag. Getting closer to her he unzipped the backpack carefully and started to pull out what took him so long to retrieve.

Just as he got to Lexie he pull out a dozen of her favorite flowers, Lady Diana Roses(2). He offered an apologetic smile as he handed them to her, and hoped she would take them from him without too much fuss.

“Aw, Hap. You remembered…” was all she could say as she took them from him. She looked them over and reveled in their beauty. She offered him a small grateful smile and laid them on the desk and gently sat herself back down. Knowing Happy she figured he would want to talk about the previous night.

She was right, after he had jumped to help her sit back down, he started talking about why he had gotten so upset with her pushing to get back into her routine so soon after what she went through. Telling her how he felt, admitting to his fears surrounding the situation. His fear of her shutting down and bottling everything up instead of letting herself feel and process through the emotions and heal from the damage that had been inflicted upon her. And his fear of losing her, of her running away, her leaving him again.

Lexie nodded and listened to him voicing his fears and concern. Acknowledging that he had sound thoughts and theories. Telling him she understood him, and her track record wasn’t really confidence inspiring. She promised him that she wouldn’t be going anywhere this time. She was finally home and that was where she had planned on staying. She told him that yes, she still gets stir crazy from time to time when she’s cooped up at home too long and that was exactly her reason for coming into TM that morning. She knew that it would have only been a matter of time before she would start getting ‘twitchy’.

He nodded in agreement. He knew too well how she got when she wasn’t either able or allowed to do what she needed to because of one thing or another. He had perched himself against the desk and next to her, crossing his arms as they talked.

After Happy was satisfied that they were sufficiently on the same page, He mentioned he had one other thing for her and after pausing once he finally caught sight of the obviously Scottish bear that had been waiting on the desk in the office. Asking for the bear to stay in the office and noting Lex agreeing without hesitation, he reached into his cut and pulled out the tattoo design he had worked on the night before.

He had asked if she knew the meaning of a Medusa tattoo(3) and after her answer of no he explained that it meant survival, strength, and overcoming both the physical and psychological aftermath of that type of assault. He knew he didn’t need to explain the reason behind Medusa became the figure head for that as Lex was a student of Greek mythology. It was one of her main interests since she was a child. He still had some of her books on the subject packed away for her.

Lexie looked at him, “Hap, only way I’m getting that done is if you are the artist.” Her voice was soft, and it was clear that she was starting to tire out and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Happy noticed her tuckering out before him and offered her an understanding smile and excused himself momentarily. Returning about ten minutes later speaking in as gentle of a tine as he could muster, “Come on Sweetheart, lets get you back to Tig’s place so you can rest. I’ll stay with you for some time if you would like that…”

He trailed off, too engrossed in watching Lex delicately maneuvering herself to get up out of the chair she was in. He got to her and helped in supporting her knowing that she was soon going to need to medicate again.

Lex intuitively reached out for the hand that had been offered. Thanking Happy for not only helping her but for not pushing her away like some of the men in the club would have. She Gave him a tired smile, “So I guess you are the one driving me home?” She received a nod from Hap. “And how is tig getting home then?”

He sighed, “I suppose I will have to bring you SUV back to the lot, but I can wait to bring it back down later if you want me to stay with you for a little bit…”

Lexie nodded, and asked one simple thing, “And if I want you to stay with me?” Her voice was soft and showing her exhaustion as she held up her keys in her nonbroken had offering them to him.

Happy took her keys and escorted her to her vehicle. Making sure to keep a close watch on her making sure that any little bobble would be nothing more than just that. Last thing any of them needed was her falling over right after all the other issues. That would be an unequivocal setback for her.

Hap got her into the passenger seat and buckled up before getting himself in the driver’s side and situated ready to drive her back to Tig’s house. Along the way they talked a bit more about a little bit of everything. From the weather to some of the places she had lived and visited back east. The places she ended up living the longest and what places she loved almost as much as Charming.

It was the first easy organic conversation they had had since she came back. There were no expectations or explanations. Just the two of them reconnecting after all their time apart. They both knew that had she not been kidnapped and put through the nightmare that she was, this probably wouldn’t have happened this soon. It most likely would have taken months for them to get back to this level of comfort and ease between the two of them. This was the only positive to come from that nightmare.

As they pulled into the driveway of Tig’s home Lexie turned to Happy, who was still in the driver’s seat, and spoke quietly, “Hap, can you promise me something?”

Her question took Happy by surprise, which caused him to faulter momentarily before answering her, “I can try, Little Girl. You know how this life is…” He looked cautiously in her direction almost after of what she may have been about to ask of him.

Lexie nodded in agreement, she knew all too well how unpredictable the MC life could be, she took a deep breath and looked at her hands as she spoke, “Hap, after I’m healed and past the worst of this mess, will you promise to take me home with you?”

Happy could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment at her question he gave her one of his sly grins that he knew she loved so much, “Lex, if I knew Tig wouldn’t cut my balls off, Id take you home now…”

To Be Continued…

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Red Widow - Chapter 3 - Teeth And Skin

Eventually, they’d had to stop. No one particularly wanted to, but Alex was still gushing blood and Malika was starting to get anxious that she hadn’t been able to bandage Farah properly. So, Laswell had found somewhere covered to pull into, which ended up being a stray garage next to a pretty decrepit house.

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“I’m going to bandage you.” She informed Alex, once she’d gotten out and closed the garage door. 

Alex shook his head. “No, no, I’ve got it.” He winced, attempting to sit up.

“Don’t.” Kate sighed. “Come on, just… come to the back of the truck and sit so I can bandage you up. I’m not in the mood.”

Alex looked like he was going to fight her on it, but eventually just sighed and got out of the truck, going around and climbing up into the back. He swung his legs a little while Kate got everything set up. “I gotta say, the way you disarmed that bastard was… badass. You almost broke his arm.”

Kate snorted, going to Alex and looking at his arm. “You’re going to need stitches.”

“Awesome.” Alex shook his head. “Just do it to me.” He shifted so his arm was better accessible. 

“How’s your leg?” Kate asked, knowing Alex had likely neglected it. “Did you get a new one or is it still the old one?”

“Well, no one is exactly making prosthetics in the apocalypse.” Alex laughed and Kate decided that was fair. “No, it’s the old one. We were using the truck to keep it charged, but… Well, we already told you about that.”

Kate nodded. This is why you needed to find a generator. For things like this. Woah, when did she ever have that idea? Or did… Red Widow have that idea? She decided to settle on the Red Widow likely having had that idea and sighed. “We need to find a generator for the truck. I think it’s going to make a lot of things a lot easier for us.” 

“I think I have to agree. But, it’ll mean we have to siphon for more gas.” Alex furrowed his brows. “Farah, what do you think of that?” He glanced back and Kate followed his eyes. 

Malika was rebandaging Farah, who was watching her. Farah looked over and nodded. “Yeah, I think a generator would be good.”

Kate nodded. “We’ll start to look once we’re away from this mess. I need a map of Mexico, I think we passed the border a while ago.”

“We should be right under it, actually.” Alex furrowed his brows. “We had a big like book of maps in Farah’s bag. Had Mexico in it. All of North America.”

Kate nodded. When she was finally done patching Alex up, she climbed up into the truck, going to Farah’s bag and digging through until she found the book Alex had mentioned. She flipped through it until she found a map of the area they should be in. She then climbed out of the truck, glancing around outside before leaving the Garage.

She found a street sign and then looked around on the map until she found where they were. “We’re in Ramirez.” She said when she went back. “Or… near it. Roba’s cartel was in Coahuila. That’s only 6 hours from here.”

“6 hours by normal drive.” Alex reminded, frowning. “So… We go into Coahuila and investigate the cartel? See what happened to them?”

“And, we ask around about John and Kyle.” Kate finished for him. She glanced around the three of them, noting just how exhausted all three looked. So, she looked back at the map. “It says there’s a hotel nearby. Why don’t we see if we can break into a room? Rest for a few days.”

“We’re so close, though…” Farah spoke up. “I don’t want to stop when we’re potentially this near to finding them.”

Kate shook her head. “A few days isn’t going to make a difference.” She also wasn’t sure she wanted to stop, but in case Roba’s cartel was still active and fighting… She didn’t want to risk getting into a fight when they were all exhausted. “Look, it looks like some of them have kitchenettes. Alex and I could try to get a few of the generators running and I could make us a hot meal if I can find the stuff.”

Malika and Alex both looked swayed by that. Kate chuckled. “If we can get the generators running, that may also mean hot water, which means a hot shower.”

“Fuck, fine, you got me.” Farah groaned. “Alright. Lets find the hotel. They usually have loading docks for the trucks, so we should be able to stash the truck there.”

“Exactly.” Kate nodded. So, they all got back into the truck and headed out.

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Kate dropped Farah and Malika off in front of the building to kill Biters and break into a room and then she and Alex had gone to the back to find a dock to drop the truck off, in. Thankfully, one was open and a ramp already installed.

A semi was nearby, it’s trailer was knocked over, having looked like it crushed several biters who were still awake and squirming. Other than a few inside the dock, which Alex hopped out and took care of, there weren’t any others to worry about. 

So, Kate parked the truck and got her bow out, starting to look for the generator room. They found the front desk rather easily and Alex shot the lock on the desk to get it open. There, they found the master key to the rooms and a binder which was labeled with Silver sharpie and said “Hotel Information.”

Alex took it and started to flip through it while Kate looked through the rest of the drawers for anything important. She jolted and cursed when a rat suddenly jumped out of the drawer at her, catching it halfway to her neck. 

It was rotting so bad it’s rib cage was showing and Kate threw it at the wall, making it splatter into a sickening splotch noise. “That’s fucking rancid.” Alex made a face, looking like he’d be sick.

Kate furrowed her brows. “It was rotting. Can the virus affect animals?”

Alex shook his head. “I think I don’t want to worry about that, right now.”

Kate decided that was fair and gave herself one moment to glance at the brownish red splotch on the wall before pushing it out of her head and returning to search through the desk, getting out her knife to be safe in case any more friends decided to lunge out at her. Thankfully, she managed to search the desk without any more, but her searching came up with nothing but confiscated credit cards and money. Both of which she was willing to bet were useless.

“I found the generator room.” Alex finally said, putting the binder on the desk and pointing to a little square on the map. “It says they are fuel ran and they’re not automatic. They have to be turned on. So, I’m hoping that whoever abandoned this place didn’t turn on the generators before they left. Now, I’ve found a diagram that tells us which generators run which rooms, so, we need to find out if Malika and Farah found a room.”

“Right.” Kate nodded. “Alright. You figure out how to break into that room-”

“Why would I do that, there’s a key?” Alex raised an eyebrow.

Kate paused. “Touche.” She nodded and then sighed, handing him the keyring after taking the masterkey. Then, she headed outside, unable to see Malika and Farah. “Farah! Malika!” She called, being mindful of biters.

She jumped back when Farah suddenly landed in front of her. “We found a room on the top floor.” Farah smiled. 

Kate looked at the sky for a moment. “Alex has rubbed off on you, too much.”

Farah laughed, softly. “Malika, did you see that??” She looked up at Malika, who was standing on the balcony that Farah must have just been standing on. 

Kate smiled as Malika called back that she had. “You’re sweet on her.” She acknowledged.

Farah turned dark red. “No.” She said, clearly lying. “She’s… very dear to me but.. We’re just- We’re just friends. Why, did she mention liking me??” Farah turned to Kate.

Kate chuckled. “Alex has… stated some concerns about the way you two behave. He seems to think you two have a mutual… appreciation.”

Farah quickly looked away and didn’t answer, so Kate continued. “What room number did you choose?”

“318.” Farah answered. “It looks untouched.”

“Good. You and Malika get settled up there and um… Put the do not disturb thing on if you two get busy.” Kate chuckled, winking, and then fully laughed when Farah hit her shoulder. She gave her the masterkey and then turned and left, going back to where Alex appeared to have already broken into the generator room.

Kate went down the stairs into the dark, seeing a moving light ahead. “Alex?” She called, not hearing the tell tale grunting of biters or any other zombie noise and so she assumed it was fine. Especially considering Alex had had to unlock the door.

“Up ahead.” Alex called back, sounding like he was a fair distance, but then light was shining on Kate and she could see the source of it was all the way at the end of a long hallway. She took deep breaths, getting an anxious feeling about this.

She’d never admit it to anyone in her life, but she still had a slight fear of the dark. She’d never outgrown it. But, she couldn’t be hesitant down here, so she started to confidently stride to Alex, feeling around, carefully as she walked. 

Then, she felt a breath on her neck. Immediately, she whipped around and kicked her foot out, only hitting the air. Her heart picked up pace and she tried to keep her breathing steady, but this had really sent her anxiety spiking. She tried to tell herself it was fine and backed up before turning around and quickly making it to Alex. 

“They’re in room 318.” She said when she was close enough.

Alex nodded. “That would be… this generator.” He pointed the flashlight at a large purple generator. “However, I’d like to be able to work in light, so I’m trying to get this one started.” He pointed the flashlight at a slightly smaller green generator. “This one is for this room and a few others.”

Kate nodded. “What do we need?”

“Well, it looks slightly damaged, but I’m not sure how bad. However, I can’t find the fucking on switch.” Alex grunted and stepped forward, looking over the generator.

Before Kate could offer to help, she swore she heard movement behind her and again whipped to look around, though she couldn’t make out anything in the darkness. But… she still heard it. Rasping. It was almost Rhythmic. In, ou-ou-out. In, ou-ou-out. “A-Alex-” She said, backing up and reaching to touch Alex’s arm. “I don’t- I don’t think we’re alone.”

“What are you talking about? I checked.” Alex looked up at her before continuing what he was doing.

Kate only gave him a glance before doing her best to continue looking around. She saw them. In the distance. Bright purple eyes. There was no way she’d mistaken them. She had no history of hallucinations. Or psychosis. 

“Alex.” She quickly said, only growing frantic when the eyes disappeared. When she felt breath hit her face, she panicked completely. “Alex- Alex!” She didn’t give him a chance to answer and instead just yanked the flashlight from him, pointing it in front of her. 

She was greeted with a horrible rotten green face and purple eyes staring right at her. she didn’t even have a chance, however, to process because then she was being slammed into the ground. 

Alex was shooting at the zombie and Kate quickly sat up, looking at where Alex was shooting the zombie. “What the fuck is that?!”

“I don’t Fucking know! Just get the damn generator running. There’s a fucking door on it, open that, and there should be a button!” Alex threw the flashlight at Kate and kept shooting. He appeared to be using the light from the gun to see. 

So, Kate immediately went to the generator, seeing where Alex had yanked open a door, which looked broken. She looked over the buttons, making a frustrated noise at seeing they were in Spanish. 

However, manual appeared on a button and she pressed it, seeing a little green light on it. Then, she realized it needed a passcode. “Alex, it needs a passcode!”

“Fuck! Alright, I put the binder on the generator for rooms 320-330! It should have the passcode on it!” Alex called back. “Just go and get it, I’ll cover you if the damn thing gets you. Fuck, I can’t see it!”

Kate swallowed her fear and used the flashlight to quickly locate the generator for 320-330 and rushed over, since it looked clear. 

However, right as she got there, she felt something slam into her and push her down. Without thinking, she rolled onto her back and brought her legs up, kicking the zombie off of her. 

It immediately scrambled off and so Alex rushed past, continuing to shoot at it. 

Kate scrambled to drag herself up and grabbed the binder, rushing back and putting the flashlight between her jaw and shoulder so she could see as she frantically flipped through the pages. She found the list of generator codes and tried to find the one for the basement. “Alex! What is basement in Spanish??”

“How the fuck would I know?!” Alex was now carefully firing off shots, again likely trying to use the light to see. 

Kate didn’t have time to retort so she just desperately looked around the generator, finding a label that said sótano. She found the generator code that was also labeled with that and slammed the code into the generator, before hitting a button that said comenzar. 

A loud chunk noise came and then it was whirring loudly. Kate covered her ears at a sudden loud and piercing shriek noise right next to her. It made her brain feel like it was splitting open. 

Then, the lights were turning on and Kate looked to her right, seeing the zombie was… freaking out. It looked to be almost holding its ears and screaming loudly. It’s eyes were also squeezed shut, which Kate didn’t know was something zombies could do. 

However, Alex shot it through the head a moment later and it slumped to the side before almost appearing to fall into pieces, which made a horrible squelching noise. 

Kate had to resist puking as she stared at it, her eyes wide. “What… what was that?!”

“Fuck.” Alex came over, kicking the pieces. “I have no idea. It didn’t act like a sprinter… it certainly wasn’t a biter or heavy.”

Kate wiped some blood from her arm. “You said bleeders have acid blood, right?”

“So, not a bleeder.” Alex said, after nodding. “Damn thing was silent, too. I checked everywhere, I don’t know how I missed it…” 

Kate finally got up off the floor and sighed. “It was stealthy…” She sighed and took a deep breath. “Fuck.” 

Alex snorted. “I think Fuck might be an understatement. Let’s go talk to Farah and Malika.”

Kate sighed and nodded, agreeing. They got the other generator up and running and then both rushed up to find Farah and Malika. They were already in the room and Farah was messing around with the shower. “You guys got the generator running.” Farah acknowledged and Alex nodded, going and falling on one of the beds. 

The room they chose had two beds which Kate figured she and Alex would just take one and Farah and Malika could have the other- No. Kate… decided to spare her and Alex. “Malika, why don’t you and I share a bed and Alex and Farah share a bed?” She offered to Malika.

“Oh.” Malika paused and then smiled. “Okay!”

Kate relaxed. Alex gave her an odd look so she leaned to him and muttered, “I’m not getting woken up to… acts.” 

Alex made a face. “Good thinking.” 

Kate sighed and went to the other bed, falling on it before coughing as she realized how dusty it was. Alright, new agenda… She got up and started to strip the bed, taking it to the hotel window and beating it out of it. Dust flew out of it and she had to cough a few times. God, if she had time and if they planned to stay there, longer, she’d put in the effort to hand wash it but… Well, she’d managed to get a lot of the dust out and it mostly just had a dusty smell, so it’d be fine.

Malika ended up helping her remake the bed, which she thanked her for. “You don’t have to thank me. We’re sharing the bed.” Malika smiled. 

Kate shrugged. “You didn’t have to help, though. So… Thank you.” She then turned to Alex, who was doing the same for his and Farah’s bed. 

Speaking of, Farah finally came out of the bathroom. “The water is less than stellar but I finally feel clean.” She was grinning, fully dressed again. “The hot water heater will likely need to fill again.”

“Not since no one else will be using it.” Alex shook his head. “Malika, you can go first.”

“That’s alright, Alex. You can.” Malika shook her head.

Alex snorted. “I won’t fight you.” He got up and went to the bathroom. 

Kate sighed. “I wish we were going to be here for a while. I’d do laundry. I think we could all do with some fresh clothes.”

Farah shrugged. “Malika and I are going to go around in the morning and loot the rooms. See what we can scrounge up.”

Kate decided that was probably smart. Maybe they’d find new clothes. “Alex and I will make sure the truck doesn’t need anything done to it. Would rather not have it also randomly break down. Might make things… Inconvenient.” 

“I definitely agree.” Farah nodded and sighed. “I was thinking… What if Price and Gaz aren’t in Coahuila? What are we going to do?”

“People had to have spotted them.” Kate sighed. “They had to have… see them. So, we’ll ask around, find out when they left. I don’t think they’re in Coahuila but I know they were at some point. It’s a start. A better start than anything else we have.”

“I suppose you’re right it just… Worries me.” Farah sighed. “But, I believe we’ll find them.”

Kate nodded. “I do, too.” She went and laid down, sighing. “I do, too.”

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About your thread on gun safety regulations: It's always so scary to see how even the smallest, tiniest little baby suggestion to improve things somewhat triggers such an aggressive response from US American gun nuts. There's millions if not billions of us on earth who've never even touched a gun and certainly don't need 300 bullets in our homes. We thankfully don't even have to think about firearms outside of the context of the US.

But every once in a while I'll see an American go "no actually if I'm not allowed to have 100 laying around my home and a garage full of ammo, I will certainly perish", as they send their kids to school on active shooter drill day.

I've got nothing but respect for people like your grandmother. I'm sure it's scary, having to deal with unhinged, antisocial maniacs who you know for sure are stockpiling guns and ammo at home. She sounds like a badass.

thank you so much for this. i sent a screenshot to my gram over text if you don’t mind that! gun violence isn’t the only thing she’s spent a lifetime fighting against — she’s followed in the footsteps of her parents (soldiers and journalists who were investigated by mccarthy for sticking by their morals) and dedicated herself to trying to stand up for what’s right and leave the world in better shape than she found it — but her work for feminism (burning bras and protesting banks for the right to have her own account rather than one co-signed by her father or husband and more), against antisemitism and the parents in an area heavy on skinheads recently managing to ban the holocaust from school curriculum, her work in conservation especially in the colombia plateau and henry’s fork, caring for a sanctuary farm in her retirement, battling for unions and workers rights, picketing corporations trying to pollute the columbia river, advocating for lgbt people even in the 1980’s and the aids crisis, the kids with special needs she and my grandfather fostered, her time as a special ed teacher, and her years spent with the pdx police force working to lower police brutality, improve responses to mental health crises, advocate for women and weed out the bigots have been almost overshadowed by her work towards gun control in recent years. she spends so much time on it i think because of the level of opposition and she even had to stop posting on facebook about it after receiving mailed threats from local gun nuts and skinheads but she still is a member of multiple activist groups and dedicates time to helping with campaigns and speaking out against it.

i feel so ashamed of how other countries must see america largely due to the fact that we send children to school in bulletproof backpacks but keep allowing the gun nuts and nra run the nation and keep us from doing anything to lessen the harm. mass shootings don’t happen elsewhere the way they do here and it’s embarrassing.

my grandmother grew up in a warzone, she saw people killed in front of her, she had my mom as a baby in her arms as they fled a bombing once, and two of her six siblings were held hostage by a drug cartel and tortured, but i believe her when she says the united states right now is in worse shape than spain under francisco franco or cartel-dominated cities in mexico when it comes to violence and shootings.

i know a lot of our legislation is absurd and unhelpful and performative but that’s because of the people who have been manipulated by western films and the nra pushing back against anything helpful. no one needs more than a basic, single shot hunting rifle and a small amount of ammunition. people put their children at risk, themselves at risk and others at risk by so irresponsibly owning guns and ammo. there are plenty of other forms of self defense that aren’t more likely to kill you than the assailant.

too many people seem to believe that if they have guns and a stockpile of ammo they could take on the government (which is laughable), invading forces or whatever other perverse fantasy they seem to have. in reality, having a gun makes you more likely to commit suicide, for a child to get shot, for a domestic conflict to end in death and so on. i don’t trust any government — believe me — but we have a government for the purpose of keeping our society safe and stable and it’s a display of utter narcissism and overconfidence to believe that your “right” to own a gun is worth more than someone else’s right to live.

not to mention that the frequent argument is that gun control won’t stop criminals from getting guns but the same exact people helped overturn roe v. wade to ban abortion under the assumption that it will stop abortions. absolute hypocrisy.

i not only appreciate the breath of fresh air from my favorite mutual and the compliment to my grandmother (she is a badass: she’s a wilderness survivalist, cowgirl and political powerhouse with a backbone of steel) but also the perspective from someone outside of the united states because i think it’s super weird that so many people here are convinced they’ll die without a rocket launcher and basement full of ammo — or that their 2k hours of fortnite have prepared them to fight an organized armed force — while the rest of the world is doing perfectly fine with reasonable gun control.

thank you, my sweet cheese, my rotten soldier, my good time boi 💝💝💝

[cartooncenteral]

Theme Song credit goes to Oh Geez, with their song, Trouble Prone, Now, Enjoy the Story!

[[ 2029, 10 years and six months later after the Events of Amphibia]]

**Los Angeles California, Under the ground of the Hollywood Sign**

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?: The Defender passed! what do you mean he passed, How did he pass?

?: Well, He was in the dragon dimension when he got ambushed by two dragons and got set on fire!?

?: Trojan! do you know what this means!

Trojan: what does it mean Max?

Max: That means I have to look for a new Defender of Dimensions, I haven't done that in centuries!

Trojan: Do you know anybody on this planet that we can rely on to save and protect the dimensions?

Max: Wait, I got a few people in mind!

Trojan: you do?

[[Max pulls up a holographic image of three 16-year-old girls wearing armor on their bodies]]

Max: A century ago, They was a tale of three girls who got transported to their frog marshland world, disappear for three years, and came back to stop an invasion by this giant monster creature, and walk off into the sunset!

Trojan: Wow, incredible story! What are their names?

Max: Their Names are Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Waybright, and Marcy Wu

Trojan: Anne, Marcy, and Sasha, those names sound totally badass!

Max: I know right, and the things they did were absolutely heroic, that's it, It's been decided, Trojan!

Trojan: Yes Master Max?

Max: Head out to the City of Angels and find the three girls and bring them to me!

Trojan: Yes Master!

**Anne Boonchuy's House**

[[A 23-year-old Anne Boonchuy is sleeping in her bed, she is then woken up by her alarm clock]]

Anne: Ahh! oh dang Alarm Clock, **Yawn** Anyway time to go to work

[[Anne gets up and looks at her phone, she enters the gallery app and opens up a photo that was taken 10 years ago]]

Anne: Miss you every day sprig!

[[Anne puts on her museum clothes and takes off for work]]

Anne: Alright Mom and Dad, see you  guys later, I'm off to work

Ms. Boonchuy: Alright sweety, see you later.

[[Anne steps on the porch and steps on some with a crunchy sound, she looks down and to her surprise, it's an envelope]]

Anne: What's this?

[[Anne opens the envelope]]

Anne: Dear Anne Boonchuy, we here at Los Angeles Community High School invite you to a high school reunion at the Hollywood Sign tonight, we do hope to see you there tonight.

Anne: A high school reunion? sounds fun, maybe I can see some old friends again!

**Sasha Waybright's house**

[[23-year-old Sashawaybright is inside her garage with two friends as she starts  to plug a guitar into an amp]]

Sasha: Alright Guys, you ready!

Vincent: Heck yeah we're ready!

Maggie: You bet we're ready Waybright!

Sasha: Good, Hit it vincent!

[[Vincent starts shredding his guitar]]

Sasha: Hit it Margo!

[[Maggie starts playing her keyboard]

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Sasha Waybright

The Bright of Life

🎵Just came back from fighting for my life🎵

🎵From a dangerous journey that took all day and night🎵

🎵but I persevered and held on tight🎵

🎵Yeah, That's just the bright of life🎵

🎵I'm all grown up, What can I say🎵

🎵the facts are true, I'm now a gay🎵

    🎵The New me is here so step out of the way🎵

🎵The Bright Life is all cash no pay🎵

🎵Yeah the Bright Life, the Bright life, the bright is here to cheer up your days🎵

🎵Taking over the Calfornia Bays🎵

🎵On the sandy beaches where I lay🎵

🎵The Bright life will be here every single day!🎵

🎵Bright Life!!🎵

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Vincent: Sasha, that was the best song you have ever written!

Sasha: Really!

Maggie: Yeah, really, that was really inspiring stuff, it's even got me teared up a little bit

Sasha: I really appreciate it guys, good to know you two are helping me start my career as a rock and roll artist!

Vincent: Hey, it's our pleasure!

Maggie: So um... Sasha,  do you might wanna hang out later, maybe at a restaurant?

Sasha: Sure that sounds good, you got anywhere in mind?

Maggie: Well, maybe I thought we could go to...

[[All of a sudden A delivery truck arrives at Sasha's house and the mailmen puts mail in the mailbox]]

Sasha: Oh, hold that thought Maggie, I got to go get the mail.

Maggie: Alright, but be back soon girlfriend.

Sasha: Ok then, Girlfriend.

[[Sasha goes over to the mailbox and see magazines and letter, but the last piece of mail has a giant red sticker that reads please read alone]]

Sasha: Dear Sasha Waybright, we firmly invite you to sign up for the first-ever battle of state bands, we heard about your talented rock star skills, and we feel that you should be involved in this once of a lifetime opportunity, so please join under the Hollywood Sign tonight to register.

Sasha Waybright: Holy Cow! guys I got some exciting news!

**The Marcy Wu Comic Company**

[[A 23-year-old Marcy Wu is in a board meeting with her coworker, trying to come up with her next webcomic]]

Marcy: Alright employees listen up, i need ideas for the comic book series, any ideas?

[[two girls raises their hand]]

Marcy: Ah yes, Jess and Ally!

Ally: so i was thinking, what if we make a webcomic series, that involves robots living in a town, just like here in Los Angeles!

Marcy: No, robots is the last thing i ever want to write about.

Jess: What about this, a girl vlogger goes on the ultimate journey to become the most famous social media star in the world!

Marcy: that doesn't sound too bad, Definitely adding that to the list,

Jess: Awesome!

Marcy: Alright, you guys come up with more ideas, I'm going to get a cup of coffee and come back.

[[Marcy enters the break room and pours a cup of coffee, while waiting for it to brew, she remembers all the adventures she had in Amphibia with Anne and Sasha]]

Marcy: Man, I do sure miss the epic adventures we have, those were some good times!

Terri: Hey Marcy!

Marcy: Ahh! Oh hey Terri, what's up?

Terri: We got a letter sent here that says that you need to read it

Marcy: What! Don't just stand around silly, let me see it.

Terri: Ok, here you go!

Marcy: Thanks.

[[Marcy opens the letter and reads it]]

Marcy: Dear Marcy Wu, we are a company that showcases comic books, Web-comics, and television shows right here in the city of Los Angeles, we are hosting an event to showcase everybody's creations, and we would wish to have you participate in it, so if you want to join the event, meet us the Hollywood sign tonight!

Marcy: Well holy video games and everything electronic, a showcase, Oh I'm defiantly going!

**The Hollywood Sign 11:00 PM**

Anne: Ugh, This hill is so steep, why are hosting a high school on a mountain top!

[[Anne makes it to the Hollywood sign, and sees absolutely nothing]]

Anne: What the heck, where's the high school reunion, it's empty, hello? Hello?

[[Anne hears nothing but wind and leaves on the grounds]]

Anne: Wow, what a complete waste of my time, oh well, guess it's back home and work again.

[[Anne was about to walk off, but then she heard a voice she knows all and well]]

Sasha: Anne? Anne is that you?

Anne: Sasha?

Marcy: Anne?

Sasha: Marcy?

[[The three finally see each other under the Hollywood sign]]

Anne: Oh my god! it's you two!

Marcy: what are you two doing here?

Sasha: I don't why you two are here, but I don't care, bring it in!

[[The three run into each other's arms and begin group hugging]]

Sasha: Oh my god I haven't felt this is so long!

Anne: I missed these

Marcy: Feels so good to hug you two again

[[They separate from their hug and stare at each other for a minute]]

Sasha: So wait are you two doing here under the Hollywood sign?

Anne: Well I got a letter saying that our high school was having a high school reunion here.

Marcy: I came down here because I got a letter saying there was a Comic and television  convention here

Sasha: That's weird because I got a letter saying there was a battle of the bands here

Anne: So if this isn't a high school reunion, battle of the bands, or a webcomic convention, who sent those letters?

?: I did!

[[A blue girl with blonde hair appears from behind a set of bushes and stands in front of the girls]]

Anne: Who are you? and were you just sitting behind that bush the entire time?

Trojan: My name is Trojan, and yes I was behind that bush.

Sasha: you weirdo! why are you even doing something like that?

Trojan: Ok, first of all, I'm not a weirdo, second, I did it to make sure you didn't bring any guests with you

Marcy: um... we didn't

Trojan: Good, because there was a reason I sent those letters, my master had to find you guys!

Sasha: Your master? like what, your boyfriend?

Trojan: What! Ew gross, no, my father you sickos!

Anne: Who is your father?

Trojan: follow me and I'll show you, but remember, once your down here, you must never, never tell anyone about it, including your parents or other friends, understand!

Anne: We understand

Trojan: Ok then, follow me!

[[Trojan goes up to a rock and pushes away  reviling a hole in the ground]]

Trojan: Well, go on down!

Marcy: Oh, me first!

[[The four girls climb down the hole to a small room with rows of cameras and a small machine backed against the wall]]

Anne: Woah, what is this place!

Trojan: This is my master watch center, he monitors everything that goes on in the worlds

Marcy: So cool

Sasha: Wait, did you say worlds, what do you mean worlds?

?; She's talking about the worlds I watch!

The Machine begins to turn on as a holographic man appears in front of Anne Marcy and Sasha!

Marcy: Holy damn!

Sasha: Who...Who are you?

Max: I am Max, Max the Dimension Watcher

Anne: Dimension Watcher?

Max: Yes Anne, Dimension watcher

Marcy: Wait, how do you know our names?

Max: I know about your names because I know about your story, I know that you got sent to Amphibia by a magical box, I know you weren't here on earth for a full year, I know that Anne had to make a portal just to save you guys and the whole world, I witnessed all of it, right here in this room!

Anne: You know all of that?

Max: Yes, every single moment

Sasha: so, if you know all about us, why did you bring us here?

Max: Well you see, I need new people to help defend the Dimensions from scary monsters or scary incidents, and I figured, why not hire the most badass ladies in all of California to become the new defenders of dimensions

Anne: Woah there man, sorry, but we're not interested!

Max: Really, and why not?

Sasha: Why Not! Dude we almost died on mutiple occasions, Anne almost died from the Stones, Marcy almost got stabbed to death, and I almost starved, why in the hell would we go through something like that again?

Max: Easy, you're Calamity Powers!

Marcy: You know about Calamity Powers too, how much time do you have on your hands?

Max: Eternity, that's how much time I have

Anne: Look, Mr. Max, it was great knowing you and all, but we just don't want to risk our lives again, so I do hope you find you Defender of Dimensions soon, farewell

Max: fine, then, i didn't wanna show you this surprise, but you left me no choice

Marcy: what do you mean no choice?

[[Max closes his eyes and a portal starts forming in the room, and on the other side was a marshland world, and standing there, was a teenage Purple frog, a teenage pink frog]]

Anne: Holy shit! Max, you didn't!!!

Max: Recognize this place girls?

Anne: Sprig, Polly, is that really you?

Sprig: Um, Hi Anne.

Anne: Sprig!!!!

[[For the first time in 10 years, Anne hugs Sprig and Polly with tears running down her face like a waterfall]]

Marcy: You crazy son of a bitch, you can open portals to different worlds on command?

Max: hey, I am called the Dimension Watcher for a reason.

Polly: Sasha, what up girl, you just gonna stand there confused

Sasha: Polly, shut up and give me a hug!!!

[[Polly hugs Sasha and Gives her a fist pump]]

Trojan: There is a great level of happiness in you three isn't there

Anne: *Sobbing* I Can't hold back my happy tears, I can't believe we're back here again, 10 years ago, we said our goodbyes, we thought we never see each other again, But Max, you brought this friendship back together,  how can we possibly thank you?

Max: There is one thing, and that is to become, my Dimension Defenders!

Sasha: What do we have to do?

Max: Nothing!

Marcy: What?

Max: Until there is an emergency, you girls can live your normal lives, until I alert you

Anne: Oh wow, that's awesome! What do you say Marcy and Sasha, you accept?

Sasha: Hell yeah girl!

Marcy: you already know the answer Anne, and that is yes!!

Max: Then it's settled, now I need you girl to bend on one knee while I say this oath

[[Marcy, Anne, and Sasha go down on their  legs while Max says an oath]]

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🙏MAX🙏

POWER IS RESPECTFUL

POWER IS GREAT

POWER IS GRAND

POWER LIES IN YOUR HAND

WITH POWER, It GOT YOU FANS

NOW, IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO DEFEND THE LANDS!!

AND TO GAIN ALL THE ATTENTION

AS OF RIGHT NOW, YOU ARE NOW, MY DEFENDERS OF DIMENSIONS!

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***To Be Continued***

#anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #calamity trio #amphibia #AmphibiaFuture #amphibia fanfic #disney amphibia #sprig plantar #polly plantar #amphibia fic #amphibia fandom #anne sasha and marcy

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[sierrablogtrp]

Chapter 1: MY FIRST DAY IN LOS SANTOS WAS WILD!!!!!!!!!!!! (12/17/22)

Ok, so as many of my followers are aware, I moved to Los Santos today, as I've been taking about doing for a while. I heard this city was mad cray cray, and I was absolutely correct! To start out, I just straight up couldn't hear anyone talking to me, which was so wild, but luckily I met a totally cool dude who told me exactly what over the counter medicines his doctor prescribed for that sort of ailment, and then he recommended I take a nap, SO I DID! My nap was really great and refreshing, thanks for asking! After my nap, I emailed this really cool guy and he came and picked me up. Oh, and did I mention that he's also TOTALLY BADASS?? His name is Rico, which is like, such a cool and awesome and badass name, and he owns a FOOD TRUCK! So he took me hunting with him, because he needed ingredients to make more food for his food truck (I didn't hunt, I just watched). But while we were driving through the forest, Rico made the car do a WHOLE BUNCH of flips! The car was flipping and flopping and flopping and flipping!!! And it did some spinnies and zigzags too! We did so much crazy shit to that car that it started smoking, and it totally broke down in the middle of the forest!!!! It was so wild!!! And then we just left it there, and raced each other back to the main building, where Rico just rented another car. Rico won the race, but only because I didn't know where I was going. After we finished hunting deer, we saw A HOG in the forest! It was so CUTE!!! But then it just randomly died, for no reason!!! So then after Rico finished cooking his food, I went with him to the grand opening (I think?) of his food truck!!! AND IT WAS SO COOL!!! The food truck is actualy one of those cars that people drive to carry a coffin when someone died. and the slogan is KILLER FOOD THATS TO DIE FOR!! HOW GENIUS IS THAT?!?!?! So I tried the food, but I'm not gonna write about it here, I'll actually make a whole seperate blog post for the food review, And then I met some more fun people, I forgot their names already, but there was this one guy who didn't want me to write about him in my blog, and there was this girl who's hair was a really pretty shade of blue, and she only spoke sign language, but she was so nice, and really cute too!!! I hope I can meet her again soon!! And then after we closed the food truck Rico took me to a garage and showed me how to claim my government issued vehicle! Can you believe the government just hands out a vehicle to every person in Los Santos!! Anyway that's it for today! Stay tuned for more crazy fun adventures!!! ((OOC Author's note: thanks for reading! To watch more crazy events like this unfold LIVE, follow me on twitch! https://www.twitch.tv/blayr2016 ))

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[mvnsons]

@baumanisms​ continued from x

he’s glad he’s got alina on his side. she’s a true badass, has earned her “metal af” badge, and a good friend to boot. alina likes their music, respects them as people, and is as good as a vicious dog on a chain. she’s fiercely loyal, and eddie is always appreciative of that. it’s so hard to come by. he hugs her tighter, showing no signs of letting her go after she’s kissed his cheek. the garage is echoing with the sounds of their combined laughter, and he looks at her with a bright light in his warm dark eyes. “i may be a pacifist, but i must say it would be nice to learn how to throw a punch like that. for when push comes to shove.”

#there's no shame in running // replies #eddie x alina #baumanisms

[thepermanentrainpress]

CONCERT REVIEW: MXMTOON AT THE VOGUE THEATRE - MAY 13TH, 2022

It is always exciting to see someone rise to stardom. It is especially exciting if they have roots in content creation and internet fandom spaces so a follower can watch them go from small, to big. mxmtoon, pronounced M-X-M-toon, is a product of the internet in all the best ways. Maia – the 22-year-old Chinese-American Youtuber, songwriter, and “ukelele-girl” – performed at The Vogue on May 13th to celebrate her rise to stardom, and the upcoming release of her album Rising.

She started strong with “Falling for U,” a jazzy, low-fi hit that had the crowd immediately swaying. One thing to note is that although mxmtoon did not have much by way of stage decoration, her presence made up for it tenfold. Coupled with strong vocals, a bubbly personality, and the cutest black-mesh puff dress, I don’t think anyone needed anything more than Maia prancing around the stage to “sad disco.” 

mxmtoon’s fans are an exciting group of young people that clearly love her very much. For what could be considered a “smaller” concert, the fans made it seem like Vancouver’s biggest event of the night. There was signage (most notably a Twilight reference sign, which mxmtoon acknowledged and loved), singing along, and active banter from the audience. mxmtoon handled all of this with a warm, natural energy. 

You can tell that mxmtoon performs with so much care; at one point she pulled up opener Chloe Moriondo to the stage to sing “ok on your own,” ending with a huge hug and a gracious pause for Chloe to exit the stage to a loud crowd of cheering. I found that I looked forward each time mxmtoon spoke, because she went beyond the normal “what’s up Vancouver?” and showed so much of herself to her audience. She joked about playing Valorant all day before the concert, and took selfies with the crowd. She clearly loves her fans and wants them to have an incredible, unique night.

Following a strong set of opening songs, mxmtoon prepared us for the next by introducing it as “for when Mitski doesn’t hit hard enough” and transitioned into “learn to love you,” an electric bedroom-pop song about being a badass. I thought it was fantastic that mxmtoon was able to showcase the side of her that makes her someone to watch in the indie-pop genre – but she also changed her instrument to a ukulele halfway through to provide a whimsical, quirky performance inspired by folk and poetry.

A huge highlight was the acoustic segment of the concert, as the crowd was encouraged to sing along to mxmtoon’s unwavering voice and plucky ukulele. Everyone held up their cellphone lights in unison to “i feel like chet,” “cliché,” and “feelings are fatal.” The last is a personal favourite of mine, and I felt that it was done so well with mxmtoon standing under the spotlight, stagnant with her ukulele; such a grounded presence that differed from earlier.

The concert really did feel personal, and whether or not mxmtoon says the same thing each night doesn’t matter. I found the way she spoke to the audience very confident and engaging, and it is really refreshing to see an artist that involved with their fans. It felt like witnessing a garage concert; intimate and fun. I think what helped was that mxmtoon provided a lot of context as to why she wrote certain songs. This was especially interesting when she spoke about “victim of nostalgia” and “coming of age” – two songs inspired by her immigrant mother and father.

mxmtoon is definitely someone to watch, and someone I can see becoming a huge sensation in the future. I think she has the right relationship with her fans that will keep her going strong with support and love. Not only that, but she is an incredible performer, singer, and skillful songwriter with a knack for capturing the eclectic nature of love, teen and young adulthood, sexuality, and family. The concert ended with the crowd screaming for “Maia!” to come back on the stage, and she could not have ended it better with TikTok hits “prom dress” and “mona lisa.” To anyone that saw the show that night: I hope you felt heard, and I hope you had as fun and unique an experience as I!

Written by: Alexa Tarrayo

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good one timer

warnings: ABUSE! talk of blood and such, smut

summary: henry bowers roughs y/n up, and richie wont stand for it. but he will sit, and get stroked off, however.

wordcount: 1.9k

you hit the pavement like a sack of shit. you saw red gushing from your legs, not entirely sure where the source was. before you could get up, you received a swift kick in the abdomen. you held the rest of your external organs in agony, the ground was cold and unforgiving. two grimy hands pinned yours to the ground, his face was inches away from yours, and his breath smelled like a fucking dog treat.

“had enough?” henry spat, his eyes as black as his soul scanning down your tarnished clothes. “always a good time, thanks bowers” fuck - another punt to your gut.

you moved here in july, about a month and a half before the starting of school, you had made a few friends, and due to your associations, you became a prime target of bowers and his gang. where you came from, a man would never lay a hand on a women, i guess here’s it’s different.

henry left a few more bruises, but soon got bored after you stopped making noise. he left you on the cement numb, probably the worst he’d ever gotten you. you laid there for a bit, until gained the dignity to stand up. you picked up your bike, feet away from the scene of the beating, and rode up, your new jeans ripped. moms going to kill you.

you tucked your bike between your house and your garage, behind you bike tires scuffed against the side walk.

“what the hell happened to you?” eddie screeched, he dropped to his knees to assess your wounds. “yeah raggedy ann, you fucked your shut up?” richie chuckled, bill shot richie a knowing glare, as well as a hardy nudge in the ribs. it clicked in his head “fuuuck tuts, bowers did this?” “n-no i just fell into a bush.” they all knew better of course, but kept quiet.

they waited in your basement as you showered off the blood and dirt. the hot water stung the open cuts, and the soap caused you to hiss. you put on an over sized sweater, and some cotton shorts. you walked down the wooden basement stairs to the boys, their faces shot toward you, you saw beverly was there too, she probably came during your shower.

it was eerily quiet as you popped a vcr into your 22 inch tv. you sat back into the love seat with richie as the movie began to play. you felt richies rose brush against the back of your damp hair, he loves the smell of your conditioner.

you loved your group of friends, richie the most though. he was funny, cunning, a bit of an ass, but he could be so sweet when he wanted. not to mention he was stupid hot. i mean obviously you liked him, he checked all the boxes, plus he was almost as badass as you.

the movie was alright, well you think- you weren’t too sure because rich was whispering the funniest shit in your ear the whole time. normally, your friends would be annoyed with the banter between you two- especially during a movie- but this time was an exception , they were glad to see you laughing after today’s events.

it was around 11 at night, everyone left at around the same time. richie lingered, “wanna smoke a ‘borough?” you began to walk down your side walk with him.

the small flame on his lighter made his face glow, the dips on his face accentuated. smoking kills yeah, but richie made it look worth dying for. the way the smoke left his lips made your knees weak, he offered you a hit. the nicotine coursed quickly through your bloodstream, the buzz instantly making you giggle. you’d grown to like the smell, since richie smelt like a cigarette butt(and musk, not that you noticed.) you walked down your street, richie leading his bike to the right.

the comfortable silence mixed with the sounds of the crickets as you walk him to the stop sign. it’s always the same, he gives a half tempted wave, you pull him into a side hug, and he rides his to the street, and looks back until you walk back to your house. as you watch him ride off, you study his figure. his lanky legs pump his cherry bike down this dark road, his untamed hair twirling in the currents of the air. you tried effortlessly to look at the logo on the back of his shirt, however his muscles were practically screaming your name.

as you laid in your bed, you tossed and turned trying to fall asleep. there was something in the back of your mind, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. it etched itself between you and a decent amount of sleep.

you walked to your classes the next morning exhausted, your body ached, and the bags under your eyes carried the weight of the world. you came up to your locker to switch out your books, richie was leaning against it. you let your head tip down so it was resting on his chest, you could have fallen asleep then and there.

"hey sweetness, tired?" "extremely" you croaked. he rubbed your back and let you get in your locker. "you, me, after school yea? we can watch a movie, can do your homework for ya?" you chortled and shoved him lightly "im not letting you anywhere near my homework richie toizer" "fair, fair" he agreed.

at precisely 2:45 pm, you both were in your basement, watching old gidget flicks. "I've decided, you are not to be alone anymore, i dont want bowers to ever lay a hand on you ever again." you laughed at him, but he had his mind made up. "not even when i pee?" "nope" "how about when i fart?" "girls FAR-?" "shut up rich!" you both had a giggle fit. "not even when i sleep?" "not even when you sleep" "not even when i please myself?" richies face grew crimson. you tired to get him to brush it off as a joke, thats how you saw it anyway. but it was so much different for him.

trashmouth is far from the perfect human being, he can be an absolute creep at times. but he tried his best when it came to you, not to think of you as some sexual object. you were his bestfriend, his right hand man, and he couldnt deal with the emotions that came if it were more then that.

as you doze off on your love seat in the basement, richie is pent up. he watches the rise and fall of your chest, he stares too long at the gap between your bare chest and shirt. he looks down at your thighs, and the mystery that lies between them. he watches your lips part as you breath lightly from sleep, the lips he so badly wanted to kiss, to bite, to feel.

his mind was racing with thoughts, thoughts he didnt dare to have before, thoughts that made him look at you differently. obvisouly - hes thought about you in that way, but each time he did, he'd feel disgusted and purged his mind of those ideas. this time however, he had to deal with his emotions a different way. and when you woke up, he was already gone.

you checked the clock, it was only 3:50, he'd only been over an hour. you hoped on your bike, you needed to know if he was at least ok. being the classic over thinker you are, you assumed the worst.

when you got to his place, no cars were there, just richies cherry bike laying on the grass. you knocked on the door, no answer. you let yourself in, you knew the password to his keypad. "richie?" you called, no response. you ran up to his room "richie are you ok?" "y/n" he moaned loudly in the other room. "oh fuck" you huffed as you opened the door, prepared for blood or projectile vomit. you swung open the door, and there was richie, member in hand, shirtless, sitting on a chair. you stared for a good ten seconds, and he stared back.

"y/n get the hell OUT!" richie was mortified. you on the other hand, had butterflies to the end of your toes. you had a gut feeling that maybe maybe, this could be something really good.

"richie close your eyes" "y/n dammit i said g-" "close your eyes rich!" you yelled. his face was red, but he closed his dark eyes. you walked over to the chair, and sat on your knees.

"listen y/n, im sorry this is so fucking embar- s-ssHIT Y/N" he moaned, his head falling back. you stroked him slowly with your hand. "y-you dont have to" he opened his to look down at you "but i want to" you replied. you stroked his cock gently, teasing him enough to make him beg for more. "your hand feels so fucking good" he groaned, he bit down on his lip as he tried not to thrust into your hand. "youre really big rich" you said shyly, turning your head away a bit, "i thought you'd never say" "shut up, rich!"

he grabbed your wrist mid stroke, and coxed you up onto his lap "the only way i can get off is if you do too." you straddled his lap, his digits made their way from your pant liner to your soaked core. "so wet for me huh? arent you?" he teased, his index finger circling your hole. "so wet you you rich, you blushed, beginning to rub his length once more.

he stuck his middle and ring finger deep into you, the feeling made your eyes water. he made you make sounds you never knew you could. each curl of his fingers going deeper into you. as you whimper and melt into his touch, richie is far too busy licking faint lines down your neck.

your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling back as your legs convulsed. richie watched in bliss, his mind was over-saturated with you, this was something he could only think up in a wet dream. he kissed your forehead as you rode out your orgasm. quickly, you got back to work on him, not long before he finished just as you did.

you sat their silently in the chair richies long arms draped around your sides. his slender hands traced the curve of your face, he was taking in every inch of you. his smelled radiated off him, the sweaty look sure did suit him.

"uh y/n" "yeah rich?" "your one hellova hook up heh." he actually laughed to himself. you laughed too, richie was god awful at expressing his feelings. "yeah toizer, not a bad one timer yourself" you teased as you put back on your clothes. "yeah i guess so- one timer?! this was only a one time ordeal? your pulling my leg y/n!" "i dont do casual hookups rich, thats just not who i am" you left his room, the boy was flabbergasted. you picked up your bike off his lawn, before you left, he yelled: "ok and what if i was your boyfriend, then could we do this again?" you moved your head pretending to contemplate. "maybe"

"maybe?!"

"yeah, maybe."

you road the main street back to your house, with a huge smirk on your face.

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