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anthrobrat · 3 years

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The Great Chocolate Heist of 1945

Merry Christmas!! Hello @papersergeant-pencilsoldier it is I, your Secret Santa!! I am so excited I got to write a little 2nd Platoon BROT4 The Last Patrol extra scene for you. The story is a little weird (and not christmassy at all, sorry) but I do hope you like the friendship and hilarity of these boys!!

TLP BROT4, Rated G, 1500 words

“No patrol tonight, moving off the line tomorrow. Chuck am I dreamin?” Liebgott yells across the room as their leaders exit the room, followed quickly by Web and Jones.

“If you are, we all are.” They all shook hands and clapped each other on the shoulder.

The rapid mood change from anxious and angry to relieved and relaxed was palpable as everyone milled about, congratulating each other on their luck that day, and making plans for finally moving off the line. They all knew better than to get their hopes up, but it was difficult not to with the announcement Major Winters had just made.

Chuck had smiled for the first time since November, and everyone was caught in the good mood, not wanting to ruin it by mentioning that Winters had told them they were moving off the line twice since Foy and neither had panned out. But the Germans were very close to throwing in the towel at that point, so maybe this would be the last time they’d have to worry about falling artillery or snipers.

“So, are they gonna make us look like we’re preparing for this again tonight, or does this mean we get the afternoon off?” Babe asked as he pushed his chair back and cupped his hands around his metal tin of coffee, placing first one then the other leg onto the table.

“Lieb.” McClung walked up from his spot crouched against the wall across the room. “You should ask Web when he gets back. He left after them, I’m sure he’s got a better idea than us. Not like we’ve ever faked a patrol before.” McClung’s deadpan as he sat down at the table made them all laugh.

“You think Winters has either? He’s straighter than an arrow,” Lieb answered, and then snarled as an aside: “Although maybe Dog and Fox have been running fake fucking patrols this whole time. It would certainly explain a lot.”

As more guys filtered out of the basement to find other ways to entertain themselves, the room ended up with just the four of them at the table. Babe, Liebgott, McClung, and Chuck drinking coffee and smoking the Lucky Strikes that Luz had pilfered from somewhere or other.

“Guys, I have an idea,” Babe declared between his third and fourth smoke.

“Ah fuck, Babe, not again.” Chuck tipped his chair back and looked toward the ceiling. Lieb laughed, knowing exactly what disaster Chuck was thinking about.

“Nah, this is a good one,” Babe said, putting his coffee down and lacing his hands behind his head, trying to look confident. “Lieb, you think there’s more Hersheys bars in the stash you pilfered from yesterday?”

“I don’t see why there wouldn’t be, unless fucking Nixon ate them all.” Liebgott didn’t bother denying his transgressions. Anyone with eyes would have seen him the day before enjoying the spoils.

“So here’s what I’m thinkin’. We plan our own patrol tonight.” Babe raised his eyebrows like he had said something so brilliant that the rest of them should bow down or something. He picked up his cup and finished off his coffee, twirling the empty tin mug in the air.

“What are you, Billy the fucking Kid?” Chuck said, making Liebgott laugh while Babe scowled at them both.

McClung chimed back in. “Billy the Kid, huh? I see it, saying you want to sneak into CP to steal fucking chocolate. Just waltz right in?”

“You think it can’t be done?” Babe fired back, cigarette bobbing as he spoke, fingers twisting the mug around like he couldn’t sit still.

“I mean, the man’s got a point, McClung. It’s barely illegal, and we deserve it. Plus, ain’t no sign of Sobel with his ‘army property’ bullshit. I’m in.” Liebgott opened his jacket then, and pulled out a piece of paper with writing on one side. He unfolded it so the blank side was facing up and began to draw a sketch of the CP, with a big X where the chocolate had last been spotted.

“I guess we’re really doing this then,” Chuck sighed, before he let the front legs of his chair touch the ground again and leaned in to look at their amateur blueprints. He pulled the pencil out of Liebgott’s hand, marking up the map and motioning with his middle finger as he explained the plan they’d need to pull this off. “Here’s our perimeter. Babe you’ll be lookout, McClung you’re lead scout. Once you clear the rooms off the foyer, Liebgott and I will come through and--”

“Yea yea, we’ll check the last places chocolate was spotted, and if there even is any left we’ll grab as many as we can carry. I know my job,” Liebgott took the pencil back and tucked it into his ear before lighting another cigarette.

McClung took one more look at the map before folding it up and handing it back to Liebgott.

“So we meet outside OP2 at 2300 hours,” Babe stage whispered, “and if the coast is clear, the heist is on.”

“Babe, we’re stealing chocolate, can you calm down?”

“Chocolate or no fuckin chocolate, Lieb, it’s still a heist. What should we call it? A fucking patrol?” McClung put his hand out to Babe’s chest to calm him down, because who gets worked up over chocolate? On the other hand, it felt like they really didn’t have much else to live for at this stage of the game.

“Relax, Babe, we’re in, alright?”

“Yeah yeah, alright, Chuck. You better be there tonight. I’m counting on your leadership.” Babe winked and laughed, diffusing the sudden tension.

“Heard Lip’s getting his battlefield commission before we get back to base. You think they’ll have him transferred?” Lieb asked no one in particular as they all got up from the table and made their way back out to the street.

“Nah, I bet Winters’ll figure out some way to keep him with us at least until we cross the river,” Chuck said over his shoulder as they made their way back to their billets.

H-hour rolled around quicker than anyone had expected, with Babe the last to arrive from his outpost duty at 23:05.

“Sorry I’m late, I had to ditch Shifty. He got so suspicious I thought I’d have to invite him along.”

“It’s okay,” McClung nodded at him, “I already promised him I’d get him a bar.”

“You told fucking Shifty?” Liebgott yelled toward the sky. “Who else knows? You guys are the worst.”

“First off,” Babe scoffed, “did any of us actually keep our mouths shut?”

Chuck laughed and kicked his boot against the ground, and Liebgott gave them all an angry stare. Footsteps along the road made everyone duck into the adjoining alley.

When the footsteps had moved on, it was time to put their plan into action. Except no one moved.

“We sure it’s in there?” Babe asked, looking up at the darkened windows on the first floor.

“Fucking positive, Babe. Unless Shifty beat us to it, since people can’t keep their fucking traps shut.” McClung shrugged at Liebgott’s jab in the darkness, and Lieb pulled his map out once more and shined the flashlight on it. “Ok, if we go in this back door it’ll be about 50 yards in on the left.”

“I’d say it’s more like 75,” Chuck chimed in, trying and failing to keep the humor out of his voice.

“I just wanted a fucking bar of chocolate,” Babe interjected. “Lieb didn’t share any of his, and I promised Gene. I owe him a chocolate bar.”

“You told—“ Liebgott began to yell before he reined himself in, spun around, leveled a glare. “You told the Doc?”

Babe was about to reply when Chuck stepped between them.

“Where the fuck did McClung go?”

“He was just here, I don’t fucking know. You didn’t see him?” Lieb asked.

“Well I certainly didn’t see him, I was looking at your map.”

Just as their voices began to raise, the door banged open and out stepped their missing brother in arms.

“It seemed like that argument might take a while, so I went ahead and grabbed the chocolate.” McClung handed two bars each to his open mouthed comrades, who pocketed them silently.

“Well,” Babe stuttered at last, “I suppose that was a pretty successful heist.”

“No thanks to you.” Liebgott punched him to emphasize his point.

“Or you,” McClung said around a mouthful of chocolate. “Anyway I gotta go bring this to Shifty, I’ll see you fellas later.”

At that, McClung meandered off back down the alley, contraband chocolate in hand. Babe scratched his head, shrugged his shoulders, and ran to catch up. Chuck and Joe followed quickly behind, still laughing at the confusion on Babe’s face.

“You think Gene will like my present? It’s not quite the Belgian chocolate that he gave me, but I still wanted to give him something.”

“Babe. It’s chocolate. He’ll like it.” Liebgott slugged him in the shoulder. “But you’re a sucker for giving up your second bar of chocolate.”

“Hey Chuck! You hear that! He says I’m a sucker! We’ll see who’s the sucker when I get stitched up before him.”

They all rolled their eyes, but Babe knew he was right. He also knew every one of them was going to end up splitting their chocolate with someone. He was just smart because he picked the medic.

#hbo war secret santa #hbo war secret santa 2020 #preseennttsss #merry christmas lovey #band of brothers fic #my fic #brotp #the last patrol #joseph liebgott #chuck grant #babe heffron #Earl McClung #my emotional support brot4

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big-ass-magnet · 5 years

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Safe & Sound

Fandom: Venom (movie)

Rating: PG 13

Pairing: Eddie/Venom

Summary: Eddie gets hurt and has to heal the old fashioned way. Venom blames itself, and gets a little overprotective in the aftermath.

This was a commission for @snuffes! Commissions are currently open!

“Hi Eddie, how are you feeling?” Anne was using her you’re-hurt-and-it-is-for-once-not-your-fault voice, which Eddie always liked.

“Oh, I’m doing pretty good. I heal quick these days, so y’know. But hey, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”

Normally Anne would ask for details before committing to anything, because she knew Eddie. This time, though, it really hadn’t been Eddie’s fault that he got stabbed by an interviewee so she just said “sure, what is it?”

“If I give you a list, can you run to the store and pick some stuff up for me?”

“I thought the doctors told you that you could walk around now.”

Eddie sighed and glanced at the door, which was plastered over by a large black puddle of goo. The goo hissed at him.

“Yeah, the doctors said I could leave.”

A soft knock on the door made Venom retreat from its post, enough for Eddie to open the door and let Anne in.

“Hey, how are…you…” Anne watched in not-so-mild alarm as Venom plastered itself back over the door. “Uh…”

“Long story,” Eddie sighed. Then he brightened. “Hey, you brought it! Thanks.”

Anne held the bags out. Eddie reached for them, but there was a loud hiss and a thick black tentacle erupted from the goo to wrap itself around the handles.

“He’s not supposed to carry heavy things!” Venom snarled. Eddie groaned and rolled his eyes.

“He’s been like this since we got back from the hospital,” he explained as the tentacle deposited the bags on the counter. They watched as the tentacle split into several smaller ones, and began to put away the groceries. “And I thought you were bad.”

“I wasn’t bad,” Anne protested, without vitriol. “You just don’t know how to take care of yourself—” She cut off with a yelp as Venom’s face emerged beside her.

“Exactly!” it snarled. “The doctors said eat healthy! Don’t lift heavy things! Be careful on the stairs! Not to exert himself! That is not a bag of Cheetos and leg day exercises!”

Eddie just sighed, and Venom retreated back inside with one final glare.

“He’s just grumpy because he’s not allowed to fix it all at once,” Eddie explained. Anne gave him her patented oh Eddie, you adorable idiot, could you possibly be any more dense. “What?”

“No, nothing. I’m sure that’s exactly why he’s so upset.”

“I got stabbed in front of a whole bunch of people! If I got fixed in ten seconds, they’d be asking a lot of questions.”

Venom growled low in the back of Eddie’s mind.

“Oh, I understand,” Anne said. When Eddie continued to look confused, she elaborated. “I think you should maybe try and talk to him about it.”

“I tried that. He cannot be reasoned with.”

“I am not compromising on your health, Eddie!”

“See?”

“Not what I meant. God, you can be so dense,” she said fondly and patted his cheek.

“Hey, how’s Dan?” Eddie asked, suddenly desperate to change the topic.

“Not even remotely subtle, Eddie,” Anne said with a grin. “He’s fine. Still grumpy they won’t let him take over. He’s convinced this is some sort of political power play by Dr Harmond.” Anne rolled her eyes. “’He’s only taking this on because Eddie’s a big name and he wants the attention, he’s going to try and leverage this to get himself on the committee, he doesn’t actually care about Eddie’s health…’” She waved her hand to indicate that this could go on for quite some time, if allowed.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” Eddie said with a grin, then hurried filed away that warm fuzzy feeling under ‘things that will make my life way too complicated, deal with this never’.

“Just a warning, he might try and get you in for a “checkup”.” Anne still did finger quotes like it was the nineties. It was one of Eddie’s favorite things about her. “He’s still a little worried about you know who’s effect on you.”

Eddie really needed to explain how this worked to Anne, again. It didn’t matter how low she dropped her voice, Venom was in his brain.

“I’m taking care of him!” it roared. Anne patted the side of its face the same way she’d patted Eddie, with a similar look.

“I know you are.”

This time, Venom’s expression was bewildered alarm, and it slid back inside Eddie about as fast as he’d ever seen it go. He and Anne shared looks of amusement before she checked her watch.

“I’ve got to get back to work, but I’ll call you later and check in, okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie returned her gentle hug, Venom tugging at his brain to keep him mindful of his stitches. Venom again pulled back to let Anne out, but the conversation clearly had not changed its mind about letting Eddie leave the house.

Twelve o’clock, it rumbled in his ear. You have to take your meds.

Eddie sighed and let it steer him towards the bathroom.

Eddie wasn’t good at doing nothing. He liked to be in motion, working out, talking to people, moving, doing. There was only so much sleep and so many movie marathons a guy could take before he started to go nuts.

“C’mon Venom,” he wheedled. “I’m not going to go climbing walls or getting into fist fights. I just want to take a walk.”

No.

“The doctor said I need fresh air.”

A tentacle emerged from the goop blocking the door and slid open a window.

“Not what I meant. I’m going crazy in here, V. Just ten minutes, okay? Down to Mrs. Chen’s and back again. That’s it.”

Venom was wavering; Eddie could feel it. Venom liked Mrs. Chen. She gave them free chocolate bars and called Venom ‘gross but cute’, which pleased Venom for some inexplicable reason.

“Anne didn’t bring any chocolate,” he pointed out.

That did it. The goo receded from the door and back into Eddie until the way was free and clear.

“Relax, buddy,” Eddie said. “It’s gonna be fine.”

Stepping outside the building was a relief. Eddie took in a deep breath and sighed happily. The air wasn’t particularly great – the dirty side of San Francisco would always smell like exhaust, garbage, and dead fish. But the sky was blue and the sun was shining, and that was all that was needed to put a spring in Eddie’s step.

He let his feet walk him down the road towards Mrs. Chen’s. At five o’clock on the dot, rush hour traffic was only just starting to build, so there wasn’t too much foot traffic. Eddie wrangled his earbuds out of his pocket and tucked it into his ear. After a quick check to make sure it was actually plugged into his phone (he’d made that mistake before), he set off.

“See?” he said. “I’m not exerting myself. I’m just walking. Nothing to be worried about.”

Venom said nothing, so Eddie let himself enjoy the walk and the stretch in his legs.

Mrs. Chen looked up when the bell chimed as Eddie walked in. She actually smiled at him.

“Eddie, how are you feeling?”

“Pretty good,” he said, “all things considered. Doctor says I’m healing okay.” He gently patted his side. “I just wanted to take a little walk, pick up some things.”

“Nothing heavy!” she cautioned. Eddie threw his hands up in only-slightly-mock exasperation.

“What are you, my doctor? Everybody’s on my case today.”

“Oh, people care about you, how annoying.”

Eddie flapped a hand at her rather than admit she was right, and went to peruse the shelves.

“What are you in the mood for?” he asked Venom. He got no answer. Eddie sighed and picked out a bag of chicken nuggets in dinosaur shapes. “I’ll let you bite the heads of first,” he promised. Instantly he felt Venom perk up.

Yessssss. And put them in separate piles and then eat them!

“You got it buddy,” Eddie agreed with a grin. He’d never understand Venom’s obsession with separating heads from bodies and piling them up, but it was one he was happy to indulge. In certain circumstances, at least.

He also made sure to pick up a few bottles of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. At first he’d taken to drinking a lot of chocolate milk, but now Venom just drank it straight out of the bottle. When it got down to the dregs, Eddie would unscrew the cap, and Venom would slither inside, sucking up every last drop until the bottle was dry as a bone.

“Just these today, Mrs. Chen,” he said, dumping his purchases on the counter. Mrs. Chen raised a finger.

“Wait here.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow as she disappeared into the back room.

“Should I be worried?” he called.

“Shut up,” she called back. When she came back, she was holding two mason jars, the contents of which were watery and filled with floating bits Eddie very much didn’t want to try and guess the nature of.

“This one, add to half a cup of hot water and drink twice a day. This one, soak on a bandage and hold against the wound.” She gave him a stern look that brooked no arguments. “Do not get them mixed up.”

Eddie forced his grimace into a smile.

“Uh, thanks Mrs. Chen. Appreciate it.”

She set a bar of dark chocolate next to the jars.

“And this for your friend.”

Venom emerged, small enough not to be seen through the window by passersby, and sniffed at it.

“70 percent,” it purred happily. Mrs. Chen patted it on the head. Anybody else would have lost a few fingers, but Venom’s soft spot for her would let her get away with just about anything. If Eddie hadn’t seen her once pinch Venom’s cheek and live to tell about it, he’d never believe it.

“Such a good boy,” she said.

“He eats people,” Eddie reminded her.

“Nobody’s perfect.”

By the time Eddie left the store, rush hour had picked up, and he had to weave his way through the crowd.

“When we get home, I’ll cook these up, and then we’ll watch the old War of the Worlds movie. How does that sound?” Eddie had at first assumed that Venom wouldn’t like movies where aliens died brutal or ignominious deaths, but Venom actually preferred them. It liked to feel superior, and it could gloat about War of the Worlds for hours.

Eddie had decided not to show it Signs, in case Venom died from sheer egotistical overload.

But instead of snickering about morons who invaded a planet without proper research or biohazard protocols, Venom only grunted in assent.

“V?”

There seemed to be an awful lot of people out today, especially for a Tuesday evening. Eddie found his eyes flicking from face to face. Why were so many of them looking at him? He had his headphones in, so he didn’t look like he was talking to himself. Everyone seemed to be looking, judging. He hunched his shoulders and picked up the pace.

Every time he had to stop, his anxiety increased. Waiting at the crosswalk with a crowd of people made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He couldn’t keep an eye on all of these people at once. There were too many of them, all around them. He needed to get home, where it was safe, and he needed to get there now.

A middle-aged woman was heading straight towards him, her expression dark and dangerous, radiating an aura of sheer malevolence. Then Eddie blinked, and she was simply following the flow of the crowd, wearing the vacant expression of someone walking a route they’d long since memorized.

Eddie shook his head to clear it. What was going on in his head? Why did he feel like someone was going to jump out at him at any second? Venom was writhing inside him, trembling with anticipation.

Someone’s shoulder slammed into his. Venom tried to burst out of his skin, ready to bite, to rend, to kill—

“No!” Eddie shouted, jerking away. He slammed into the wall and squeezed his eyes shut. He bore down with every ounce of self-control, holding Venom in. “What are you doing?” he ground out.

Attacked us! Will hurt us! Need to hurt them first!

“Stop it!” he hissed quietly. “Stop stop stop, you can’t. We had a deal!”

Bit by bit, Venom subsided, hissing and muttering angrily. Eddie dared to open his eyes. Now people were staring, in that ‘trying not to look like they’re staring at the weirdo in the street’ way. At least they were giving him a wide berth. “What’s the matter with you?”

Venom was silent, sulking.

“Okay,” Eddie said. “We’re going home, and then we’re going to talk.”

Eddie took the time to put the chicken nuggets in the freezer first, but as soon as that was done, he went into the bathroom. Setting his hands on both sides of the sink, he looked into the mirror.

“Talk to me,” he said.

No.

“Tell me what’s wrong. You’ve never freaked out like that before!”

When he got no response, Eddie started to lose his temper.

“You know, sometimes I start to feel like this is really one sided! You can see everything that’s going on in my head, but then you shut me out! We’re a team! We’re us! Why won’t you trust—”

I let you get hurt! Venom roared, appearing suddenly in the mirror. Eddie jumped, though at least this time he didn’t fall into the bathtub.

“What?”

You were hurt! I didn’t protect you! I wasn’t paying attention! He stabbed you, and I couldn’t even eat him! I can’t even fix you! Venom seemed to shrink in on itself. I could have lost us, and it’s all my fault. Loser. Can’t even protect my host. Parasite.

“What? Hey, no, no way, buddy. Hey, come here.”

With great reluctance, Venom materialized in front of Eddie. Venom felt more comfortable inside of Eddie, being bonded as one, but Eddie needed physical contact. It didn’t resist when Eddie sat down on the edge of the tub and wrapped his arms around it, cradling it to his chest.

“It wasn’t your fault. These things happen. It’s not your fault or my fault. It’s nobody’s—well, okay, not nobody’s, but it’s Fagen’s fault, not yours. He’s the one who decided to stab me just for asking questions.”

“I wasn’t looking,” Venom growled. “This time, I will look. I will look everywhere.”

“You can’t do that. You’ll drive yourself nuts. You can’t predict what people are going to do, and you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

That was the wrong thing to say. Thick tendrils wrapped around Eddie’s torso and arms, almost up his neck, squeezing.

No! I can! I can!

“What are you going to do? Lock me away? Keep me trapped in here?”

You’re not trapped! You’re safe!

“Venom, listen to me—”

No! You’re safe here, I can keep you safe!

“Venom—”

And Venom showed him. Eddie felt the terror when the knife sank into his side, its panicked confusion when Eddie wouldn’t let it fix up the wound or eat the man who hurt him. It didn’t understand, it was frightened and confused and helpless.

Eddie sighed. The tentacles retracted slightly, freeing Eddie’s arms and legs. A few slid up into Eddie’s hair, stroking his face.

I can’t lose you.

“You’re not going to,” Eddie insisted. “Look, the world is a big, scary place, and I can’t promise I’m not going to get hurt again. But hiding isn’t the answer, and you can’t watch everyone. We can’t go on being afraid of everything and everyone. There’s no fun in life without a little risk. A life hiding away from the world isn’t a life worth living.”

The tentacles retreated further, until they were only holding, not binding. Venom floated up until he and Eddie were eye to eye.

“I don’t want to lose you,” it said.

“You’re not going to. It takes a lot more than a nutjob with a knife to take me out.”

“What if it happens again? What if I’m not looking and someone hurts you?”

“Well…we’ll know how to deal with it then. We’ll work on our reaction time, and we’ll have back up plans, and we’ll be more careful during my interviews. Okay?”

Venom didn’t answer at first.

“Next time, you let me fix you,” it said.

“Okay. Next time, you can fix me. We’ll say he missed, or something. Or we’ll tell him Mrs. Chen’s whatever works really well.”

“Do not drink those,” Venom ordered. “I do not trust them.”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” Eddie had already forgotten which jar was which. Then he smiled and bumped his forehead against Venom’s. “You’re my loser,” he said. “Don’t forget that.”

“Not as big a loser as you,” Venom said, and dragged its tongue over Eddie’s face, making him sputter and flail.

“Aw, gross, V!”

Venom sniggered and retreated inside of Eddie.

Five thirty, it said. You need to eat food to take your medication.

“Okay. Chicken nuggets and tater tots, coming up.”

And vegetables! Venom said. Anne brought them. You will eat them.

“You eat them.”

Ew, gross, no way.

A few hours later, Eddie was on the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him. The plate by his feet had only crumbs, and the chocolate bar from Mrs. Chen was just a crumpled up wrapper. War of the Worlds had reached the credits, but Eddie was too full and content to shut it off. Venom was curled up on his lap and purring like the worlds weirdest cat as Eddie rubbed his fingers over it.

“You know I don’t think you’re a parasite, right? Not really.”

Venom opened an eye and looked up at him.

“I’m just teasing you. You’re not a parasite. I need you as much as you need me.”

Venom’s purring got louder, and several tentacles reached up to tangle around him in a hug.

I know.

#venom 2018 #symbrock #venom movie #eddie brock #venom #venom symbiote #audrey writes

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nebulous-frog · 6 years

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I Love You S’more

Summary: Dan and Phil had never had s'mores, and their American crew members decided that it was their duty to fix that. Phil makes some messes and Dan is FondTM.

Word count: 3050

Rating: G

Warnings: Some swearing, Food mentions

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Note: Thank you @danhasacrushonphil for betaing, you’re the best!

Link to AO3 Fics Masterlist

It was a cultural experience that Dan and Phil were apparently absolutely required to have:

Roasting marshmallows and eating s’mores.

Their American crew members had insisted that they be the ones to help Dan and Phil remedy the complete tragedy that was their inexperience with s’mores.

So there Dan and Phil were, being taught how to make their first deliciously gooey treats.

“Are we sure it’s a good idea to give Phil a pointy stick to put into actual flames?” Dan announced teasingly.

“Hey! You’re just as clumsy as I am, so shut up!” Phil laughed, bumping his shoulder into Dan’s.

Dan took his marshmallow and carefully impaled it on the stick, then watched as Phil did the same.

They approached the small grill that everyone was using to roast their marshmallows.

One of the crew members set her marshmallow on fire, much to her dismay.

“Ooooh, set it on fire. Way to go, Ann,” Sophie teased.

Ann desperately blew on the flaming marshmallow, then pouted at Sophie.

“Well, I guess my marshmallow is cooked,” she said, then turned to assemble her s’more at the table a few feet away.

Dan and Phil shared a glance.

“You can actually set the marshmallow on fire?” Dan asked tentatively.

Sophie turned to him with a confused expression. “Of course you can? Just blow it out if that happens, it’s fine.”

Dan and Phil looked at each other again, concerned.

“Phil is clearly going to set a marshmallow on fire and kill us all, but don’t worry, flaming marshmallows on wooden sticks is nothing to be concerned about,” Dan exclaimed dramatically.

Sophie laughed. “Really, it’ll be fine. I’m sure you won’t set it on fire, Phil.”

Phil grinned. “See, Dan? Someone trusts me!”

“Oh, whatever. Let’s just do it. We have to know what everyone says we’ve been missing.”

Dan stuck his marshmallow over the flames from the grill. He watched what the others were doing, trying to figure out how to get it right.

Phil’s marshmallow joined the party, bumping into Dan’s.

“Stay in your lane, marshmallow man!” Dan bumped Phil’s hip with his own.

“Sorry!” Phil giggled, nudging Dan’s elbow with his own.

They were quiet for a moment, carefully watching their marshmallows for any sign of flames.

“Make sure you’re turning those, otherwise they won’t roast well,” advised their bus driver.

Dan and Phil immediately began rotating the marshmallows constantly, until their group laughed and told them no, now they won’t roast at all. Rotate slowly, it takes patience.

“I’m so impatient, though! Everyone’s s’mores look so good,” Phil whined playfully.

“Phil needs a constant stream of sugar in his system or he’ll go crazy,” Dan explained to the group.

“We noticed,” joked Sophie.

Phil’s thoughts wandered, and he accidentally left his marshmallow still for too long and too close to the flames.

When he saw something flickering in front of him, he tuned back into his surroundings and yelped.

“Ah! It’s on fire!”

He quickly pulled it out of the grill and began flapping it around wildly in an attempt to put it out before anything else caught fire.

The Americans in the vicinity all shrieked in unison, ducking for cover as Phil waved a literal ball of fire on a stick in the air.

“No! Stop waving it around and blow it out! Blow on it!” someone shouted.

Phil wasn’t listening, so Dan reached a hand over and grabbed Phil’s arm. He pulled Phil’s marshmallow stick closer to his face and blew on the marshmallow, quickly putting out the flames.

Dan and Phil made eye contact for a moment, Phil’s expression full of shock and fear, before Dan’s face cracked into a grin and he shook his head.

“Oops,” Phil said sheepishly. Dan’s smile was contagious, and soon Phil was beaming again and returning his marshmallow to the flames.

Not long later, Dan pulled out his phone and recorded a short video for his instagram story.

And, of course, that was the exact moment that Phil set his marshmallow on fire for the second time.

Once the camera was put away, Dan’s voice got soft as he teased Phil fondly.

“Twice, Phil? Really? You didn’t even learn from the first time, oh dear,” he said in a slightly nasally tone.

Phil laughed, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth. “Shut up,” he managed to say through his embarrassment.

Their marshmallows were finally done, so they brought them over to the table with the chocolate and graham crackers. The crew helped them assemble their s’mores as Dan documented the event for instagram.

Dan and Phil both thought s’mores were absolutely amazing. Messier than anticipated, but so delicious.

After their reviews for instagram, Dan and Phil sat down on some large rocks near the edge of the car park to finish eating their s’mores.

“They were right,” Dan moaned. “This shit is fantastic.”

He looked over to see Phil take another big bite, watching as Phil’s eyes lit up at another burst of gooey goodness.

Somehow in the process of that bite, Phil managed to get marshmallow on the tip of his nose, of all places. It wasn’t that surprising, necessarily, as neither one of them had figured out how to eat their s’mores with dignity yet, but Dan couldn’t help but laugh.

Phil looked up at Dan curiously.

“What? What did I miss?”

“You got marshmallow on your nose, you spoon!” Dan leaned into Phil’s space. “I’ll get it for you, okay?”

Dan gently kissed away the marshmallow from Phil’s nose, then gave Phil a quick peck on the lips before leaning back and returning to his own s’more.

Phil smiled softly.

“You’re really cute,” he said.

The rosy patch on Dan’s cheek darkened, and he smiled.

“...For a rat, anyway,” Phil added.

Dan snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Way to kill the moment, Phil,” he groaned. He was smiling, though, so Phil knew he wasn’t actually upset.

Once they finished their s’mores, they decided to each make one more, now that they sort of knew what to do.

They carefully stabbed their marshmallows onto the sticks again and carried them over to the grill.

“Try not to burn this one,” Dan teased.

“You say that like I tried to burn the other ones,” Phil shot back goodnaturedly.

Dan replied in a high pitched whine, “Oh I didn’t try to burn the othe- well, ya did, you impatient buffoon.”

“Your mum’s a buffoon,” Phil retorted on instinct.

Dan laughed. “I’m quaking, Phil, genuinely quaking.”

Realizing nothing he said would get Dan to stop anymore, Phil just pushed Dan a little with his shoulder and ignored him to roast his marshmallow.

They fell into a companionable silence as they toasted the marshmallows, then both turned to finish making their second s’mores.

Dan walked slightly ahead of Phil, but stopped when he heard a squawk of dismay behind him. He turned around to face Phil again, and was met with a deep pout. It was utterly adorable.

“What did you do now?” Dan asked with a chuckle.

“My marshmallow fell,” Phil mumbled. He was staring at the ground, where there now sat a blob of gooey sugar.

Dan followed Phil’s gaze, then burst into his hyena laugh.

“Oh my god, Phil,” he said through his laughter. “That’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen in my life! Just a sad little plop of goo.”

Phil’s pout deepened.

“I did so well with that one, as well. I was so excited to eat it,” Phil complained.

Dan rolled his eyes, then turned and kept walking.

“Come on, then. You can share mine.”

Phil responded with a cute little “yay!” and hurried to catch up with Dan.

Stopping at the s’more building station the crew had set up, Dan seemed determined to build his s’more himself this time.

He reached for the graham crackers carefully, trying to make sure he didn’t accidentally bump his marshmallow or let it fall off the stick. Once he had the cracker in hand, he assessed the situation, looking from the marshmallow to the cracker and back again.

“Shit,” Dan muttered. “I need two hands to break the cracker but I’m holding the marshmallow.”

“Here, give me that,” Phil said, taking the cracker from Dan’s hands.

He began trying to break the cracker along the slight perforations, but it was harder than he expected.

“Use your muscles, Phil, come on! Hurry up the marshmallow is slippi-”

“I’m scared! It’s gonna crumble!”

“The marshmallow is slipping, Phil, hurry up! The marshmallow is slipping, the marshmallow is slipping, the marshmallow is slipping-”

Phil let out a short yelp of surprise when the cracker snapped, then quickly put one half under their marshmallow.

“Um,” Phil said. “Now what?”

Apparently, Dan had been exaggerating- the marshmallow was only sort of slipping off the stick. Mostly, the weight had just redistributed to the bottom side of the marshmallow and was slowly beginning to drip off.

“Pull the marshmallow with the crackers, maybe?” Dan suggested.

“Oh, right.” Phil moved his hands so one half of the cracker was on either side of the marshmallow, then squished down and gently slid the marshmallow off the stick.

“Brilliant, now we just need the chocolate,” Dan said. He set down the stick and broke off a few squares of one of the Hershey’s bars then turned to finish assembling the s’more now in Phil’s hands.

Phil pulled one graham cracker away from the other to let Dan slide the chocolate in, but they quickly realized there was a problem.

“Um. The marshmallow is stuck to both sides. We can’t put the chocolate in there,” Phil said.

They both stared at their failed s’more for a moment, debating how to fix this disaster.

“Fuck it, I’m just gonna shove it into the marshmallow and hope for the best,” Dan declared. “Open the crackers again.”

Phil did as he was told, and Dan shoved the chocolate in, making the s’more significantly messier than it had been a few seconds before.

“Well, that’s- that’s something,” Phil remarked.

The graham cracker hadn’t broken evenly, so one side had an extra triangle sticking out and the other was missing a rather large portion of cracker. The marshmallow was a gooey mess, as was to be expected, except that it seemed to ooze out the sides and somehow stick to the top of the graham crackers on either side. The chocolate was sandwiched in the middle of everything, making the s’more look totally unlike the first s’mores Dan and Phil ate.

Dan giggled. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Phil shook his head with a soft smile. “It’s really hideous, I’m sorry.”

“That’s so rude, Phil, you would call your own child ugly?” Dan shook his head, then took the s’more from Phil’s hands. “You don’t deserve it, then.”

Dan began walking back to where they had sat together for their first s’mores, and Phil followed close behind.

“Alright, then, let’s try our collective first solo attempt at making a s’more,” Dan said once they had sat down.

“We should take a bite at the same time,” Phil proposed.

Dan looked from the s’more to Phil and back a few times.

“What, you mean we should both just Lady and the Tramp it?”

Phil nodded. “It’s already so much of a mess anyway, we might as well.”

Hesitating a moment longer, skepticism clear on Dan’s face, Dan eventually agreed.

“Fine, let’s do it.”

He held up the s’more and let Phil take one end of it. They both leaned in and carefully took a bite, making the s’more crumble in half.

Big smiles lit up their faces at the sugar and crunch of the s’more.

“That was really disgusting, not gonna lie,” Dan commented when he had swallowed his bite.

Phil sent him a slightly exasperated look, rolling his eyes. “It was cute and you know it. I was literally Lady and you were literally the Tramp.”

Dan scoffed. “Thanks, Phil.”

“Besides, you’ve definitely had your mouth on more objectively disgusting things. Not that I’m complaining,” Phil stated casually, putting the rest of his half of the s’more in his mouth.

“Philip Lester!” Dan shrieked in shock. “Oh my god, what is wrong with you?!” A hyena laugh burst out, despite Dan’s attempts to keep up the facade of disappointment.

Phil grinned through his s’more at Dan’s reaction, then decided to push it a little further. He swallowed the last of his s’more and waited for Dan to calm down and finish his.

Dan shook his head one more time, sending Phil a fondly annoyed glance, then finished off his piece of the s’more.

As soon as he had, Phil reached out and took Dan’s hand by the wrist, bringing it up to his face.

“You have marshmallow all over your hands, oh my god!” Phil exclaimed as if he had only just noticed.

“Well, I did just shove some chocolate into a marshmallow and then eat a s’more, so it’s not exactly surpri-”

Dan cut himself off as Phil brought a sticky finger to his mouth and licked the sugar off it.

Phil stared into Dan’s eyes as he slowly sucked each of Dan’s fingers to clean off the gooey marshmallow. He took his time, loving the effect he was clearly having on Dan.

The rosy patch on Dan’s jaw was a flaming pink and his mouth hung open slightly. Dan’s eyes flickered between Phil’s gaze and his mouth, as if he couldn’t decide which was better to look at, until he finally settled on staring at Phil’s mouth wrapped around each of his fingers. Dan made a weak little whimpering noise at the soft pop as Phil removed the last finger from his mouth.

Phil smirked, leaning back from Dan. He dropped Dan’s wrist and looked up at the clear blue sky, feigning indifference and effectively ending the tense moment.

Dan blinked, breath still caught in his throat for a moment. When his brain started working again, he took in a shuddery breath.

“Wha-” Dan’s voice cracked, so he cleared his throat. “What the hell, Phil?”

Phil looked back at Dan innocently, eyes wide. Dan knew better, though- he could see the ghost of a smirk on Phil’s lips, the bastard. “Something the matter, Dan?”

Dan decided nothing he could say would make the situation better, so he broke eye contact to shake his head at the ground and grumble incoherently.

Phil giggled, leaning over to peck Dan’s cheek. “You’re adorable.”

The blush on Dan’s cheeks had only just lessened, and then Phil had to go and be all cute like that and all of a sudden Dan was bright red again.

He glanced back up at Phil, taking in the playful expression on Phil’s face and feeling a surge of affection for his goofy boyfriend.

Dan gently took the back of Phil’s head and brought him in for a short, sweet kiss.

When he pulled away, he took Phil’s hand in his own.

“You’re the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met, and I love you,” Dan said, fondness dripping from every part of him.

Phil beamed and pulled Dan back in to kiss him again. He rested his forehead against Dan’s a moment later.

“You know what, Dan?” he whispered, enjoying the full force of Heart-Eyes Howell.

“What?” Dan whispered back with a small smile.

“I love you s’more,” Phil replied, a self-satisfied grin quickly sliding onto his face.

“Phiwwwwwww,” Dan groaned, eyes slipping closed as if that could purge the horrific pun from his memory.

Phil cackled in delight, revelling in Dan’s perfect response to his pun.

“You’re so cheesy, oh my god,” Dan groaned again.

Phil’s eyes lit up, seeing another perfect opportunity.

“You mean, I’m sweet.”

Dan’s eyes snapped open and he pushed Phil, who was now practically howling with laughter, away.

“Unacceptable. The last straw. I’m done with you and your godforsaken puns,” Dan declared, dramatically standing to leave Phil behind.

“Aww,” Phil pouted, although he was still giggling. “But, deep down, I know you really think I’m as’moreable!”

Dan turned around and glared at Phil, but there was no heat in it. It was supposed to be a withering gaze, dammit, not a beam of love and affection.

“Philip Michael Les-”

“You’ve- you’ve finally gone crackers from my fire puns,” Phil managed to get out. He stood up and rested a hand on Dan’s shoulder.

“Phiwwwww stop!” Dan whined. He buried his face in Phil’s neck to hide from the jokes.

Phil was wheezing with laughter at his own jokes and his over-dramatic boyfriend.

He opened his mouth for just one more, but Dan spoke before Phil could say anything.

“Lester, I will turn you into a human marshmallow, impale you, and roast you over a fire if you say anymore goddamn puns, you spork.”

“How camp I be sure you’re telling the truth?”

Dan’s head snapped up. “Oh my god, shut up! That one was so bad, oh my god. Why do I put up with you?”

Phil’s eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Because you’re stuck with me like a marshmallow to a graham cracker.”

“Oh my-” Dan rolled his eyes, and decided to shut Phil up the only way he knew how- kissing him senseless so that, by the time they pulled away, Phil would have no idea what they had been talking about.

The kiss was heated- it had to be, if Dan wanted to distract Phil. Dan passionately attacked Phil’s mouth, pulling Phil’s bottom lip into his mouth and biting down slightly. Phil’s mouth was sweet with the lingering taste of marshmallow, which Dan chased with his tongue as he deepened the kiss. Their lips moved together fervently and he pushed a hand up into Phil’s hair and tugged just the way Phil liked, pulling a soft moan out of him.

Dan finally pulled away, satisfied at the sight of Phil’s glazed eyes. He was definitely successful.

“Wow,” Phil sighed.

Smiling, Dan nodded, his nose brushing Phil’s.

Phil moved as if to kiss Dan again, but paused just before their lips could touch again. He looked up through his eyelashes and into Dan’s eyes, then breathed a soft question into Dan’s lips.

“Can I have s’more?”

“Phil!”

#phan #phanfic #established relationship #phan fluff #tour fic #insta stories fic #food #food mention

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blogsandphotos · 5 years

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Halloween

(Written November 03, 2005)

So I take my kids to my dads for Halloween. Only one is still of age to go trick or treating but, it’s where I grew up, nice small town, and pretty safe.

Now, I realize that when I was a kid, Halloween was a little safer. People were not trying to snatch us up or shoot us for our candy but, the people I'm about to bitch about grew up about the same time I did and they seem to forget the "fun" that is suppose to be behind the holiday for children.

When I was a kid trick or treating started when it got dark, which was about 6PM and you might not get home till midnight. There was no mandatory 6PM-8PM. It didn’t matter if a porch light was on; you knocked on the door and hoped someone opened it! Bite size candy bars? We came home with pillow cases of full size candy bars! Ok, so most of them were Clark bars but hey, candy was candy! Your mom and or dad wasn’t walking with you, you were with your friends! Your costume was something you either threw together using mom and dads clothes or, it was a one piece plastic costume with a plastic mask that,

1. you couldn’t see out the eye holes right and

2. made you sweat your ass off!

I only went trick or treating for candy twice that I can remember, once I was a princess and kept tripping over my dress and the second time I was a gypsy. Two other times I dressed up but only to walk around. Was way too old for candy. One time I was Gene Simmons and the guy who did my make up neglected to tell me he was using temper paints on my face! And then grabbed the wrong can to spray my hair and used deodorant instead of hair spray! I think he was high….either way...I thought it would be funny to walk into the fire hall since it was bingo night and freak out the old people. It worked.

The second time I dressed up as Tommy Lee from Motley Crue. There was 4 of us and we looked pretty good. Then a cop pulled up…and put his hand out the window and motioned for me to come here. When I got close...he held up a jolly rancher sucker and said, “want some candy lil girl”? Well, me being me, and thinking, there is NO way this guy is going to get the best of me...i took the sucker, and unwrapped it. I put it in my mouth…mmmmm then leaned down….ran my tongue over it and in the sexiest voice I could muster looked him in the eyes and said…”wanna lick”? Yea….he didn’t say much; actually...he said nothing at all.haha But then again, that was when i was young enough, skinny enough and cute enough to get away with that! haha

That was trick or treating in the late 60’s early 70’s and a couple times in the 80’s. Lets jump ahead now to trick or treating in the year 2005.

Walking the streets of Elrama, Pa friendly little town, everyone knows everyone’s business. A whole…8 streets I think. So why do people feel the need to drive there kids from corner to corner or follow them doing 5 miles an hour in their car? For the love of god! WALK for Christ sakes! Wouldn’t want you to walk that damn HERSHEY bar off!

Then, you get to a house...and they say aww how cute and what’s your name and just when you start to think...wow...what a nice person then proceed to spike a small huggie drink into your pillow case smashing every bag of potato chips you have collected so far! What the hell is the deal with that?? Can’t you just place the damn drink in the bag gently? This isn’t the X games!

So, you finally get done, and your kid is now either dragging the pillow case or you have won the honors to carry it. That wonderful sack of precious goodies. The huggies, the mangled chips, the bite size candy bars that are even smaller then they used to be, the suckers and the crap candy, i.e. the smarties, neccos, etc. that no kid eats and you find it on Easter still in their room!

And there is always one mom who is screaming at the top of her lungs to GET IN THE CAR SIT THE HELL DOWN AND SHUT UP BEFORE I BEAT YOUR ASS! Ahhh yes…the joys of the holidays! Can’t wait for Christmas shoppers!!!

©LouAnnGoodrum

#halloween #humor #kids #parents

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nevertellyouno-blog · 7 years

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Fox and the Hound

Gabriel Sanguinetti wasn’t like other boys his age. He was taller, faster, stronger. More aggressive. They had him pinned as a troublemaker right from the beginning, and though his teachers and classmates seemed to think he was nothing but a bad seed, his mother never lost faith in him. She saw something in him that no one else could. She saw passed the detentions and suspensions, the calls home from the principal and other parents declaring that her boy was a nuisance who was more fit to a zoo than a school.

“God made you like this for a reason,” she’d tell Gabriel. “You have a big heart, and a lot of good in you, and He put that there too. I can see it because I’m your Mother. Others can’t see it, not like I can, so you need to show them. Show them how Good you can be.”

Personally, Gabe could never understand why his mother believed so wholeheartedly in some old dude living space deciding who lives and who dies and who wins the lottery. But he loved her, and believed her when she said there was Good in him. What sort of Good, he didn’t know, and wouldn’t find out until many years later when he foiled his first robbery.

He’d been standing at the counter of a convenience store with a six pack between him and the cashier, trying to keep a straight face as the old Indian man who owned the joint decided whether Gabriel’s ID was fake or not. A man with a gun came in and began shouting for all the money in the register, and while a part of Gabriel saw this as an opportunity to just grab his beer and run, a much larger part of him realized that he could do something better than just stand there while an innocent man was robbed.

Gabe watched for a moment while the Indian man struggled to wrench the money from the drawer with shaking hands, all the while the robber in a black ski mask yelled to “Hurry the fuck up or I’ll shoot!” But then the robber was looking at him, asking him what the fuck he was looking at, and Gabriel acted without thinking. He smacked the gun out of the robber’s hand and took advantage of the man’s staggering shock by planting a solid fist in his face. The man in the mask fell back against a rack of candy bars, sending a shower of Hershey bars onto the floor, and Gabe pounced, dragging the robber by the lapels of his jacket to the floor. He punched once, twice, and the man stopped moving, the wool of his ski mask darkened by the splatter of hot blood.

It had all happened so fast. Gabe let go of the robber’s jacket, and as his limp body thudded onto a bed of candy bars, Gabriel looked nervously up at the Indian man behind the register. He was looking at Gabe with a mixture of shock and surprise, his eyes still watering from the tears he’d shed at having a gun waved in his face. Gabe apologized, seeing the mess he’d made with the rack of candy and the spatter of blood on the dirty tile floor, and ran out.

The encounter had scared him more than anything. He’d felt a surge of energy throughout his body, he’d felt lighter than air and stronger than diamond. He’d heard ringing in his ears, tasted copper in his mouth. Gabe was no stranger to fights, had the calloused knuckles to prove his frequent participation in them, but this had been different. It had awoken something in him that would carry him far into adulthood, onto the front page of newspapers and into the colorful pages of comics. He’d tasted what it was like to be a hero that day in the convenience store, and everything his mother had told him as a child came back to him. There was Good in him, and he finally knew how to use it.

The Hound was not the first hero to spring up in New York, and wouldn’t be the last, but Gabriel was satisfied to know that he’d played a large part in making the hero movement as widely celebrated as it is now. Though most of the newspapers called him an anti-hero, there was no one that could deny that The Hound was, at heart, a “Good Guy”. He and a slew of other heroes kept the streets cleaner in the 80s than the cops could, as vigilantes were not expected so much to uphold the law as dance on the sidelines of it, doing whatever it took to bust the drug labs and human trafficking rings that the darker parts of New York harbored.

There was good money in it, for awhile. Sponsors would pay heroes to wear their brands while fighting crime, and some heroes were even featured in commercials supporting local businesses. It was bizarre, too much like being a cop, Gabe thought, as fighting crime was supposed to be for the greater good, not a paycheck. But at the same time, it was hard to hold a day job when your night job was so time consuming. It didn’t help when you came in with fresh bruises and stitches every other day. So Gabe got himself a manager and sewed a few patches on his jacket, letting people know what TV channels he liked and what brand of toothpaste he preferred. It kept him in a cozy studio apartment eating a steady diet of pizza and take-out, so he couldn’t complain.

Of course, the lavish life of a superstar always comes to an end when you’re no longer relevant, and it’s hard to stay relevant when your “powers” start fading and a punch leaves you more winded than it did a decade before. Gabriel was getting old, had almost no sponsors left to pay his bills, and seemed to be falling out of touch with the modern world. Heroes were a dime a dozen now, most of them young and hip and with cooler powers than just having a really good left hook. Gabe still busted the occasional robbery or drug deal, but nowadays the younger heroes stole all the spotlights while the old men like Gabriel were either dead, or married with children and no time for crime-fighting. Gabe was somewhere in the middle. Forgotten but not dead, and after a lifetime of sleeping with women but never falling in love with one, he was very much alone.

It was hard to ignore just how alone he was when all the storefronts advertised Valentine’s sales and couple’s specials, windows decorated in pinks and reds with enough hearts and teddy bears to gag on. One such store caught Gabriel’s eye-- a jewelry store on the corner he drove by every afternoon had it’s ever-on OPEN sign shut off, and a man stood in front looking like a goon out of a comic book. Gabriel had seen his type before. Had put enough of them in casts to know something was going on, and he needed to stick his nose in it.

He parked his bike up the street and kept his helmet on, the visor in place to keep his face hidden. Doubling back to the jewelry store, Gabriel tried to ignore the goon out front and go in.

“Sorry, we’re closed. Come back later.”

Gabe’s hands came up in confusion. “Whaaat? Come on buddy, it’s almost Valentine’s Day and I ain’t got a gift for my girl. What d’you mean, closed?”

“I said, we’re closed. Fuck off, asshole.”

With a put-upon sigh, Gabriel shrugged his shoulders and stuck one hand in his jacket pocket, his fingers slipping through a pair of brass knuckles. “Well now you’re just being rude.”

His hand came out of his pocket in a fist and in one swift move he drove it into the man’s abdomen, sending the stranger doubling over to his knees. Gabe brought his elbow down hard at the back of the man’s neck, knocking him out, and then swept up the stairs to steal inside. Two women with duct tape on their mouths were sitting in the corner, their hands tied beneath their knees and ankles tied together while a third woman was sweeping out all the contents of the cases into a black velvet bag. Four men in black, two of which were holding guns, stood watching at the bathroom and back room exits. They each looked at Gabriel as he came in.

“Who the fuck are you? And where’s Frank?”

Through the sound amplifiers on his helmet, Gabriel heard both guns being cocked and raised. His bike jacket was kevlar, his helmet bulletproof. Even if he’d slowed down over the years, he still had it in him to kick these guys’ asses seven ways til Sunday. With his brass knuckles still on his right hand, he pulled a baton from his belt with his left. Nothing like a little afternoon scuffle to spice up the day.

“Frank’s taking a nap. And the four of you are about to join him.”

#rp: fox and the hound

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New Years resolutions that don't last more than 2 months, summer tops.

New Years Resolutions: we all have them, we all eventually break them (usually sooner than we planned). This year I have come up with so many of them that I've forgotten half of what I thought of because I never wrote them down. So I decided that I would write all the resolutions I can think of into this post to keep both myself accountable and so can't say I don't remember what they were because I can just look in my blog. 1. Eat healthier (One of the most common resolutions people make and break within a week or two, two months top, but I never said I would stop eating sweets altogether. Just making sure that my healthy food intake outweighs my junk food intake (Oreos and Hershey's kisses are my weakness, ice cream too) instead of having consumed three cookies and one carrot. Making an effort to consume more fruits and veggies this year is crucial, raspberries anyone?). 2. Go to the gym or on a walk at least three times a week (notice how I didn't say an outlandish number like 7, because I know I would break that resolution right away. As the year goes on, that number will go up, but not setting the bar too high but high enough so I actually have to do it (by the way, I've been to the gym twice this year, off to a good start)and not be as lazy). 3. Spend less time on my computer (I think we're all guilty of this from time to time, some more than others. Saying you're only going to spend 10 minutes on something and then 2 hours later your still doing the same thing and nothing else is done. Anyone else ever experience that? Yeah? No? Maybe so? Too scared to admit it? It's okay, we all have those days.). 4. Drink more water and less soda (This one sorta goes with eating healthier one, but since it's liquids, it gets its own number. It's come to my attention that I consume more soda on a daily basis and this resolution is to change my unhealthy intake of soda to h2o. Let's see how long this lasts). 5. Don't let my Starbucks obsession turn into an addiction (people that know me know that I absolutely love Starbucks. The truth is, I really love the flavor of the drinks, coffee doesn't really wake me up or gives energy, it just tastes deliciously wonderful. So I have that on my side, which is good. But my only danger is to not have the urge to taste their scrumptious drinks every single day instead of a few times a week, don't judge me). 6. Procrastinate less when it comes to school (everything else in life sounds fun than actually getting my work done. As a kid, I could make up excuses on why I didn't want to do my homework, or just lie and say I didn't have any. Now as a third year college student, I wish I could say my bad habits have improved. Thankfully, I do do all of my work, unfortunately it doesn't get completed until the end of the week. However, that was my previous experiences with procrastination and this semester will be different!). 7. Read more books (I found my love of reading books again last year and I plan to read many wonderful memoirs and novels this year, if a television show doesn't take up all my free time). 8. Go on more adventures (whether it's to another state or exploring the places around me, seeing the beauty of this world that I don't get to see everyday). 9. Use the words "never" "no" "like" "maybe" "um" "that" "I know, Dad, I know." less (we all have those words that we use over and over again, sometimes you know you keep repeat yourself, other times you don't realize until someone points it out. Well these are my words I use too much and I need to change that, starting with the word "that" right now). 10. Actually listen to what someone has to say instead of thinking about what to say next (ever have a conversation with someone and the whole time the person is speaking, you're coming up with what's going to come out of your mouth next instead of hearing what the other person is saying? Well, you're not alone. Learning that hearing what a person's saying is different then actually listening to them). 11. Talk less about myself (this one I catch myself doing all the time after I walk away from a conversation. One thing I know about myself is that I hate when no one knows what to say or just silence in conversations make me nervous for some reason. Learning to not talk about myself as much). 12. Talk less in general (realizing when to shut up and not ramble on and on about useless information). 13. Take more photographs (besides writing, I really fell in love with taking photos of nature, my friends & family, events that happen in my life, and my pets. I want to continue to capture beautiful moments and stay passionate about wanting to find the beauty in life through taking photos). 14. Be open to anything and everything that comes my way (this one explains itself). 15. Clean my room and actually keep it clean (I can see into my room, and its cleaner than it was when I thought of this one). 16. End everyday with a positive attitude (no matter how my day went: good, bad, got stuck in traffic for two hours, the boy I watch wouldn't listen to me, I lost something that was kind of important to me, my favorite book's front cover ripped, phone fell into a puddle, it was snowing, it was too hot, my cat wouldn't come when I called him, had a headache, Starbucks didn't have the PSL because it's not autumn, I'm not in Maine by a lake or ocean, my brain can't come up with anything inspiring to write about. Whatever happened in my day, making sure to be happy when I go to sleep. Remember the little things that made me smile, instead of the little terrible things that seemed bigger than they actually were). 17. Appreciate the people around me (a lot of times, I take people in my life for granted because I think they will always be in my life. Letting the people I love and care about know that is important, no matter how old I am). 18. Go to the dog park more with my dog (I went today and thought: "man, why don't I do this more often?"). 19. Continue to write whatever comes to my mind & update my blog more (Writing has become extremely important to me, it gives me a voice when my voice can't communicate what I want to say. This blog gives me a platform to say all that I want to say with no one telling me I'm talking too much. I get to write out all my feelings about a subject, and hope that someone will take time out of their day to read it). 20. Challenge myself to get out of my comfort zone (I got out of my comfort zone more than ever in 2014 and I hope to continue to push myself to challenge myself in 2015. Like my dad always says: "get out of your comfort zone and into your courage zone." Well dad, this year will be more in my courage zone than last year, so get ready!). 21. Continue to be less scared of the unknown (one of my proudest accomplishments of 2014 was realizing that the unknown was nothing to be scared of. Continuing to not worry about the things to come take away from living my life). 22. Live in the moment I'm in and never take anything for granted (People, myself included, take life for granted a lot of the time. We think that we have an unlimited amount of time, until something happens that make us realize that we took the people we loved for granted and forgot to absorb their time with them to the fullest. Realizing that we don't have forever, and I don't want to look back on my life when I'm 80 with regret that I didn't appreciate the life I had and did all the things I wanted to do (most of those things I don't know yet). Trying new things, meeting new people, take every chance I have and fully immerse myself with whatever I do). Now, if you read all of what I just wrote, I greatly appreciate you taking the time out of your day to read this long list. I know that this list is huge and there is no way I'm going to stick to all of these the entire year. However, what start out as a resolution list turned into a "self improvement" list. To remind myself to keep growing and pushing myself to the fullest (& to add humor to my life every chance I get). Now that you've read this long list, what are your new year's resolutions or how are you looking to grow in 2015? 'til next time. Kelly (By the way, I purposely put 22 because I'm going to be 22 this year.)

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Halloween...what happened to it?

So I take my kids to my dads for Halloween. Only one is still of age to go trick or treating but, it’s where I grew up, nice small town, and pretty safe.

When I was a kid trick or treating started when it got dark, which was about 6PM and you might not get home til midnight. There was no mandatory 6PM-8PM. It didn’t matter if a porch light was on; you knocked on the door and hoped someone opened it! Bite-size candy bars? We came home with pillow cases of full-size candy bars! Ok, so most of them were Clark bars but hey, candy was candy! Your mom and or dad wasn’t walking with you, you were with your friends! Your costume was something you either threw together using mom and dads clothes or, it was a one piece plastic costume with a plastic mask that,

1. you couldn’t see out the eye holes right and

2. made you sweat your ass off!

I only went trick or treating for candy twice that I can remember, once I was a princess and kept tripping over my dress and the second time I was a gypsy. Two other times I dressed up but only to walk around. Was way too old for candy. One time I was Gene Simmons and the guy who did my make up neglected to tell me he was using tempera paints on my face! And then grabbed the wrong can to spray my hair and used deodorant instead of hair spray! I think he was high….either way...I thought it would be funny to walk into the fire hall since it was bingo night and freak out the old people. It worked.

The second time I dressed up as Tommy Lee from Motley Crue. There was 4 of us and we looked pretty good. Then a cop pulled up…and put his hand out the window and motioned for me to come here. When I got close...he held up a jolly rancher sucker and said, “want some candy Lil girl”? Well, me being me, and thinking, there is NO way this guy is going to get the best of me...I took the sucker, and unwrapped it. I put it in my mouth…mmmmm then leaned down…. and in the sexiest voice I could muster looked him in the eyes and said…”wanna lick”? Yea….he didn’t say much; actually...he said nothing at all. But then again, that was when I was young enough, dumb enough, skinny enough and cute enough to get away with that! haha Pretty sure ya wouldnt get away with that today!

That was trick or treating in the late 60’s early 70’s and a couple times in the 80’s. Lets jump ahead now to trick or treating in the year 2005.

Walking the streets of Elrama, Pa friendly little town, everyone knows everyone’s business. A whole…8 streets I think. So why do people feel the need to drive their kids from corner to corner or follow them doing 5 miles an hour in their car? For the love of god! WALK for Christ sakes! Wouldn’t want you to walk that damn HERSHEY bar off!

So, you finally get done, and your kid is now either dragging the pillow case or you have won the honors to carry it. That wonderful sack of precious goodies. The huggies, the mangled chips, the bite size candy bars that are even smaller than they used to be, the suckers and the crap candy, i.e. the smarties, neccos, etc. that no kid eats and you find it on Easter still in their room!

#Halloween Comedy Holidays

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