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Does Your Chevy Need a Collision Repair?

There are two broad categories of collision: major and minor. If you’ve had the misfortune to be in a collision, your car is likely to be damaged in some way. The damage dealt in a major collision is usually obvious but minor collisions can sometimes leave hidden internal damage that’s harder to detect. With this in mind, here’s how to know if you should visit your local Chevy dealer for collision repair following an accident.

Visible Body Damage

If your car’s bodywork is visibly damaged, you’ll be in no doubt that you need a repair job. Following a collision, you’ll commonly see dents in the doors, hood, trunk, fenders, bumpers, grill, or elsewhere. Headlights and windows might also be cracked.

In major situations, you might have serious framework damage. At the very least, a collision will leave your paintwork scraped, requiring a prompt touch-up before it starts to rust.

Leaking Fluids

Now let’s move on to hidden damage, which you might at first miss. It’s not uncommon for coolant or transmission fluid to leak after a bump. If you have a rear-wheel or all-wheel drive, your transmission is situated near the back of your vehicle, and so it can be damaged by a rear-ended collision, which accounts for 29% of all car-on-car crashes.

If this happens, you’re likely to spot a reddish liquid pooling under your car, and your gearbox might be having trouble. The fluid hoses and connections of other car parts might also be loosened, causing leaks of various colors, which will need to be immediately fixed.

Steering Problems

Even the smallest bump with another vehicle can knock a car’s framework slightly out of shape or misalign your wheels. As modern Chevrolets are perfectly balanced machines, you’ll immediately notice an alteration to your steering.

Perhaps your car will be pulling slightly to one side, or the wheel seems to favor one direction over the other. If the wheels are misaligned, you’ll sense a general lessening of handling, and you might feel odd vibrations as well.

Stuck Trunk, Hood, or Doors

If the frame is knocked out of shape, it might affect how well your trunk, hood, or doors open and close. Test them all carefully before driving again. Latches can sometimes become damaged by a mild collision, failing to lock or unlock properly. This might leave you trapped inside your car, or worse; it might cause a door to suddenly unlock and swing open while you’re on the road.

How a Chevy Dealer Assesses Collision Damage

Experienced technicians have a great eye for spotting hidden internal and external damage. Externally, they’ll spot the tiniest crack in the corner of a windshield which might expand later. They’ll inspect all the components under your hood and undercarriage and run the engine, transmission, brakes, and catalytic converter through tests to ensure everything is well.

Visit Lithia Chevrolet of Redding to have experienced technicians inspect your car for any kind of collision damage. We’re a local dealership offering excellent vehicles and customer service to match. 

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POP THE HOOD F'ME

pairing. chris x reader genre. smut with plot. MDNI. word count [5.2k]

content; mechanic!chris, flirty!chris, smoking (they share a cig), sex with a stranger ig? semi public, car head (m recieving), face fucking, big dick chris, reader has an eyebrow piercing, use of pet names, dirty talk, swearing

Maybe it was just dumb luck.

My dad has been promising me that his old ford pickup was gonna be mine when I got my license since I was ten. However, not long after my sixteenth birthday, he randomly decided that his promise had conditions.

I had to fix it myself.

I had been putting off working on it for years. I just didn't have the time, and it needed a lot of work. The list of things to be fixed was long, and I knew if I started then, I wouldn't have finished.

Finally, the time presented itself for me to start. I finally had a summer that wasn't so busy, so I decided in May of this year I was finally going to do it.

I was finally going to get my own truck.

So I did; I worked on it for two long months. Two long months spent in the garage on my back under the heavy pickup with my hands covered in soot and oil whilst sweat dripped down my face. Two long months spent fixing the paint job and fiddling around under the hood, my hair tied back to keep it off my neck while the sun beamed through the opened garage door.

I finally felt confident enough to take it out for a test drive today. It was starting fine in the garage, and I'd driven it around the block a number of times without fail.

I excitedly hopped in the driver's seat and shut the heavy door, jamming my keys into the ignition and grinning at the sound of the roar when the engine started. I made it pretty much across town without a single problem, and I thought I was in the clear.

So, maybe it was just dumb luck when not even an hour later, here I am, standing on the side of the road next to said pickup with the hood popped and smoke coming out of the cabin.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was dumb luck when I realized I was only three blocks away from an auto shop, and a guy pulled over to help drag my car there.

It felt like forever when we finally reached the parking lot. The red and white sign that hung over the opened garage doors read 'sturniolo's auto-repair".

For the most part, the slots were empty, except for a 58' baby blue Impala that was suspended off the ground, and a brand new silver Subaru outback that sat right next to it.

As we finally pushed it into the open slot on the far end of the garage, I let out a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat off my forehead with one hand and letting them both rest at my sides.

I thanked the stranger for his assistance and he wished me luck, mumbling about how much a repair on a truck like this was going to cost before wandering off. I scowled at him as soon as he turned away from me.

Walking away from the smokey and damaged shell of a car, I pushed open the clear glass door into the entry-way of the shop, and the sound of the ringing bells that were carefully tied at the top of the door filled my ears.

Near the desk stood two boys, both were brunettes that roughly stood at the same height. The first was wearing a red toyota nascar cap backwards over his brown hair, as well as a black tank top and a navy blue mechanic's suit that hugged his frame. The name patch on the chest of it read "Matt". He was speaking to another customer, flailing the rag around as he emphasized his points with his hands.

The other was standing behind the counter, a gray bandana tied around his head. He wore a navy blue button up that he left completely open with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, making the white tank top he wore under it visible.

The name patch on his chest read "Chris", and a white rag was thrown over his shoulder. A plethora of keys were hooked to a red carabiner that hung around the belt loop of his jeans. The desk hid his lower half below his waistline, and as I stepped closer, I saw a toothpick in between his teeth and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he jotted down words on a yellow notepad with a pencil.

I slowly walked up to the desk, my arms at my sides. He didn't raise his head to look at me, he just continued writing, so I cleared my throat.

His head shot up, and his expression fell into embarrassment.

"Fuck- sorry, I didn't hear you come in. How long ‘v you been standing there?"

I laughed lightly and shook my head. "Not long, I just walked in."

A smile painted itself onto his face as he set the pencil down and put his hands in his pockets just far enough that his thumbs still stuck out. "What can i do for ya?" He asked kindly, the toothpick in his mouth moving as he spoke.

"My truck broke down three blocks ago and wouldn't start. I tried looking under the hood to see the problem, but it was smoking, so I pushed it here." I explained, my hands finding each other and clasping together at my front.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly. "Jesus, you wheeled it all the way here?" He asked, laughing breathily when I nodded my head in response. "Atta girl. What kind of truck is it?"

"A ford pickup," I responded all too quickly, my voice strained as I tried to ignore how my heart swelled in my chest from the impressed look on his face. He nodded as he opened the drawer next to him and pulled out a ballpoint pen, picking up the notepad once again to start writing. "What year and license plate?"

"85', boston plate, the number is 289 BTO. " I watched as he wrote mindlessly, the handwriting barely coherent.

"'M kay, I'll take a look at it for you." he said, setting the notepad and pen back down on the counter. He opened his palm, gesturing for my keys, and I dropped them into his grasp. He hooked the ring that held them together around his index finger.

"Wait here, should only be a couple minutes."

I nodded as he circled around to the end of the desk, walking past me and pushing open the door to the garage.

His absence gave me a chance to examine the decor of the office space. Family and baby portraits crowded on top of the counter below the window behind the desk. A mickey mouse clock sat above the side door, and a large OPEN sign hung in the window.

The wall was crowded with plates and signs. One that caught my eye was an eagle with its claws digging into a hanging mirror, the name HARLEY DAVIDSON displayed in bright orange letters above the eagle's head. Next to the register was a small bell with a sign that said "ring for service" and the words 'don't actually' were scribbled in sharpie above.

Just when I was getting lost in thought, I heard the door bells jingle a second time, and Chris walked back in. The rag was now hanging loosely in his palm as he approached the counter. He stood right next to me, reaching over for the notepad and throwing the rag back over his now bare shoulder, which is when I realized he had discarded his button up. My eyes dart down to see the keys to my truck now hanging on a different belt loop on his jeans.

"From what I can see," he starts, popping the cap of the pen off and leaving it in between his teeth as he spoke. "It looks like a coolant leak. The combination from the antifreeze leaking and the heat of the engine is enough to make it smoke, but it's not enough to cause the engine freeze up." he explains, his eyes meeting mine every couple of words to make sure i understand. "So, it could also be a fuel pump problem combined with the leak."

I nodded, chewing my lip nervously as he went on to explain the time the repair would take as well as the cost. When the words, "not finished until at least tomorrow" left his lips, I huffed in defeat, and tried to make my disappointment less evident as i crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"How long have you had it?" He asked, now leaning against the counter next to us with one elbow, crossing one foot over the other.

"I've only started to work on it this summer, but it's been my dads since before i was born."

He nodded. "It's a pretty ride," he confessed. "I honestly expected it to look worse when you said 85', but the conditions not bad. You been workin' on it a lot?"

"As much as I can." I shrugged.

He complimented the paint job, to which i confessed i'd done it, and he gushed. "Christ, you should work here. Matt can't paint to save his life. You could probably get him out of a job,"

Matt sent a glare his way. "Shut up, kid. Dad would fire you over me any day, especially if you keep sleeping in."

Chris laughed, a genuine sound that made Matt's glare turn into a small smile before he went back to rifling through the file cabinet.

He turned back to me, pausing to look back over the notes he'd written down. "If i had to guess, I'd say we can probably have it to you by tomorrow evening." he said, looking away from the paper and averting his gaze to instead look me right in the eye. "That work for you?"

I nodded slowly. Suddenly, the issue of a ride home became extremely apparent, and an anxious feeling started to blossom in my chest.

"Good. Just one more thing. . ." he pauses to take the pen cap out of his mouth and place it back on the pen, tapping it against the curve of his hand and grinning wildly at me.

"i'm gonna need your number to let you know when its finished."

He's just asking because he's supposed to; because he literally has to in order for me to get my car back. But regardless, i felt heat rise to my cheeks as i started shifting uncomfortably in place.

"Right," I said, moving to reach for the pen. He points to a blank part of the notepad, tapping lightly to tell me where to write it.

Quickly and shakily, i write out the numbers with dashes. I hand it back to him, and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. He rips the sheet off the notepad in one swift motion and folds it in half, placing it in his back pocket.

He glances towards the clock. Its nearing seven. He turns back to me, "d'you have a ride home?"

My eyes went wide. I'm reminded of my attempt to call my dad three times when the truck initially broke down, and how my shoulders slumped in defeat at the sound of his voicemail playing repeatedly.

I glance back over to him, ". . . Not exactly. I'll probably just catch the bu-"

"I can drive you,"

I swallowed, my lips slightly parted in surprise. His grin was still wide, awaiting my response.

It was a sweet offer, really. But considering my house was across town, partnered with the fact that he was literally on the job, i shook my head. "That's really sweet, thank you, but I'm far. And you're working, anyway." He shrugs, glancing at the clock once more. "It's fine, Matt's on desk duty and he's closing tonight. I don't mind."

I chew my lip. I'd be stupid to pass up on a ride, but i barely know this kid, and if my dad sees me rolling up with him and no truck, it wouldn't look great.

And then I think about the hour long bus ride that would be in the near future if I declined.

I screw my eyes shut. "You know what? Why not."

Despite the scenario i was in, my mind was pushing out any and all nerves as I watched Chris collect his things from behind the desk. He pulled his wallet, shop keys and jacket out of a cubby.

The two of us walked back into the garage and over to Matt, who was washing his hands in a sink bellow the tool shelves.

Chris bid goodbye to his brother, who looked at the clock and then frowned, turning the faucet off and reaching for the roll of papers towels.

"You're seriously slacking off? I already covered for you and Nate leaving early last weekend." He complained, discarding the wad of paper towels he'd used to dry his hands into the trash bin below.

Chris shot him a look. "And then i covered your sunday morning shift because you were hungover. You owe me."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just put your tools away when you open tomorrow. It drives me fucking insane when you leave them everywhere."

Chris salutes. "Roger that." He turned to me and winked, gesturing to follow him through the garage with a tilt of his head.

I followed behind him as he went out a different exit; this one leading to a parking lot on the back of the building. A large EMPLOYEE PARKING sign hung on the fence near the driveway.

He fiddled with the many keys on his carabiner before finally finding his and walking towards a car near the opening in the gate.

A blue, four-seater, convertible 65' mustang. The light from the setting sun literally reflected off of it. He mindlessly stuck the key into the passenger side door, twisting and pulling it open with a faint click.

He gestured his hand towards the seat playfully, "Ladies first."

I rolled my eyes, placing one foot on the floor of the car and ducking my head to sit down. "How gentlemanly of you,"

He grinned at me, closing the door and walking around the back of the car before popping into the driver's seat.

"This is.. wow." I mutter, admiring the small details and cleanliness of the car as he closed his door and threw his belongings in the back. "Jesus, this is yours?"

He smiled proudly, his tongue darting out to dampen his bottom lip. "All mine,"

His fingers twisted the key into the ignition and the roar of the engine made the car buzz against my feet. He rolled both of our windows down, the summer air blowing smoothly through the car.

His smile was wider and prouder than ever as he glanced into the rear view mirror, throwing an arm over the back of my seat to glance behind him as he reversed. We pulled out of the parking lot and turned left onto the main road, Chris letting the steering wheel slide back into place under his palm by itself once he'd done so.

"You said you were far," he mumbled. "What area are you in?"

The question pulled me back into reality. I'd gotten so distracted by the way he drove so carelessly, like he was completely relaxed and in control of everything movement the car made, like fear didn't even exist to him as he pressed harder onto the gas pedal with his foot, my eyes choosing to ignore the way the tic on the speed meter start to spike.

His jawline was illuminated in the dim light, and the toothpick that was still resting on his lips stayed moving as he spoke gently, waiting patiently for me to answer.

I started giving him directions, and he listened carefully and intently, glancing over to look at me to make sure he understood my instructions. Once we were on the freeway, he went even faster, lane switching if someone in front of him wasn't going as fast as he'd like them to.

Soft giggles left me as he did, basking in the view of his lips parted into a smile, showcasing pearly teeth between pink lips.

Once he pulled onto the off ramp and we were stopped at a red light, he turned to look at me again, the bright red turning the car a faint shade of crimson.

"What time do you need to be back?"

He asked with a tone of voice he hadn't used till now. The sudden lowness caught me off guard as I shrugged, "'Dunno, not for a while."

He hummed in acknowledgement. "You wanna stay on the road for a bit?"

I pull my knees up to my chest and let my head fall against the headrest, a careless smile on my face. "Definitely."

And we did; we ended up back on the highway pretty quickly, blasting music through a speaker Chris had propped against the dashboard.

His speed only got higher and higher as time went on, carelessly resting one hand on the wheel whilst the other gripped the gear shift. At some point, his hand had mindlessly traveled to rest on my upper bare thigh below the hem of my shorts, cold and partially ringed fingers pressing against my skin.

"Will you do me a favor?"

I raised my eyebrows and hummed in response. He gestured towards the glove box. "Theres a pack of camel blue 99s in the glove box, would you grab em for me?"

I bit my lip. "Depends, you sharing?"

"Duh."

I leaned forward, feeling my stomach flip when his hand didn't much as move an inch on my thigh, brushing against my lower stomach as I lurched forward to fiddle with the glovebox.

I propped it open and grabbed the pack and paused, "d'you have a light?"

He nodded. "Should be one in there."

I learned more forward and reached farther back, glancing around before locking my eyes on a silver flip top lighter and grabbing it. Once i lean back up, Chris is pulling into an empty lot. His hand leaves my leg to push the gear into park, and i try not to frown.

I flick the top of the cig carton open and hastily pull one out, dropping it into Chris's palm.

He places it hazardly between his lips and turns to face me, silently asking for me to light it.

I pop the lid of the zippo open and hold the flam to the end of his cig, waiting to pull away until his expression signifies that its lit enough. His expression relaxes as he breathes in before pulling it away from his mouth with two fingers and exhaling, the smoke filling the car.

"If I'm honest, I prefer marlboro reds." I say quietly in an attempt to break the silence, watching Chris flick the ash out the window lazily with his thumb and index finger. He shakes his head. "Camels are undeniably better."

I laugh lightly and raise my eyebrows in amusement. "No accounting for taste, I suppose."

He takes another drag before holding it in between his fingers in front of my face, and Instead of reaching for it, I place my lips around the filter while it's still in his hand. Our eyes lock while I breath in sharper, the cool feel of the smoke filling my chest.

He licks his lips, and for a moment, his eyes dart down to look at mine, and he's starts he's studying my face. I'm doing the same.

His eyes are bright blue, surrounded by thick lashes, which are barely visible with stray pieces of his hair hanging down below the bandana on his head. Freckles lightly paint his noise, and his pink lips are slightly parted as his eyes scan my face.

"I like your piercing," he finally says, pressing his one hand to his eyebrow as if he had one himself. I breathe out the smoke i'd been holding in my lungs and smile at him. He's still looking at it as he speaks again, "Did it hurt?"

I shrug. "Not really," Because it didn't, but also because I'd feel like an idiot saying it did. "Just a pinch."

He nodded slowly. "Hm."

I take another hit from the cig which he's still holding up to my lips. Our faces are closer now. One of my elbows is resting on the center console as I look at him through my lashes.

"You should get one." I say.

He laughs, breathy and genuine. "Yeah? You think so?"

"Mhm," i reach my hand up to graze above his eye with two fingers. "It would look good on you." He watches my movements. "We'd match, too."

He digs his teeth into his bottom lip, finally moving the cig back to his own lips and taking one more long drag before carelessly discarding it out the window.

All too quick, he's facing me again, and he leans even closer. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my face. My heart is thumping loudly in my chest, and a part of me thinks he can hear it.

Before I can even blink, he places his fingers on my chin and tilts his head, smashing his lips against mine hard.

Its all teeth at first, clashing messily as his hand leaves my chin and rests as the base of my neck. My hands are on his face, my fingers messing with the curls at the back of his neck while he grins against my lips.

He lightly bites my bottom lip, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like cherry and camels, and I feel myself whimpering at the contact.

"Fuck," he mumbles into my mouth, and his tone is exasperated, partly because the console between us is making it harder for him to kiss me like he wants to, and partly because his attempts to pull me close enough for our chests to press together have been unsuccessful.

His hands reach down to tug at the belt loops of my shorts, trying to pull me onto his lap. I pull away for a second to push myself over the console, Chris's grip on my hips staying firm to assist me. I duck to avoid hitting my head on the roof of the car, and Chris giggles lowly.

I finally relax once I'm comfortable in his lap, straddling his legs below me. One of his hands is across my lower half, sliding his hand into my back pocket, and the other rests in the middle of my back, holding me in place.

We're kissing again, and this time it's more lips and tongue then teeth, but he's still lightly tugging at my lip.

I'm tugging at his hair as I push myself closer to his lower abdomen, pressing down, which elicits a groan from him. He pulls away from me, and I try to follow his lips with a whine, but he tugs at the back of my hair lightly so he can press kisses from my jaw down to my neck.

I'm already whimpering as soon as his teeth press against my throat, and he digs them deep, kissing the mark once he's satisfied with the shade of purple its turned before finding a different spot to do the same thing.

"Chris, fuck- please."

I can feel him below me, and it's making me crazy. He doesn't budge, even as I continue to whine breathlessly at him.

He only grins as he continues to nip at my skin, and i felt the smirk on his face against my throat. I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug as a silent plea. "What s' it, baby?"

Baby.

I practically keen at the nickname. He finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting his lips to his previous spot on my neck. He grins proudly at the marks he's left before looking at me again.

"What d'you want?" his tone is cocky and assertive. His lips look red and bitten, and I start to feel embarrassed at the fact that we were sucking face so lewdly in a literal parking lot.

I want to squirm and writhe away under his gaze, but his knuckle tight grip on me won't let me. I fiddle with the neck of his shirt and avoid looking at him as i whisper, "I need you."

He grins madly. "How d'you need me, sweetheart?"

I lean forward and press my lips back against his, and he entertains for a little before tugging my hair lightly to pull me back. His fingers grip my chin, holding me in place to look at him.

"Tell me what you want."

I brush my hand against his belt buckle. "I wanna suck you off,"

It came out in a mumble, but he understood, nodding somewhat cockily with a shit-eating grin on his lips. A groan left him as he tugged me even closer so our chests were pressed together. "Yeah?"

I nod eagerly, another 'please' ready to escape my mouth as my impatience grows. He ducks his hand between the seat and the door to push it farther back, "On your knees, then."

I obliged immediately, sliding off his lap to rest on my knees below him. My elbows rest on either side of his legs as my hands flew to his belt, unbuckling it and tugging at his jeans and boxers.

He lifted his hips lightly to assist me. I pulled them down until they rested around his ankles, and I feel myself gawk.

He's big. Bigger then I expected.

A nervous feeling bubbles in the pit of my stomach, but the way he's looking down at me through hazy vision makes it vanish even quicker, and I wrap my hands around his length.

"You okay?" He asks, moving his hand to rest on my cheek, his thumb soothingly pressed on my temple.

"No- yeah, i'm good." I breathe. I hover myself over him, finally taking him into my mouth. A string of curses leave him in a hushed breath, and his head moves to rest at the back of my head to coax me farther down.

I pull back slightly, wrapping my lips around his tip and sucking lightly. His chest is rising and falling quickly above me, and his labored breathing is music to my ears.

His cock is heavy on my tongue, and its addicting. I take him farther down my throat, hollowing my cheeks to fit as much of him as i can while my hand is in a fist around his base. I bob my head and twist my hand, looking up at him to see his flushed face as he pants.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this." He babbles, a throaty moan leaving him when I twist my hand faster, swirling my tongue along his cock as my head rises and falls.

I hum around his dick at the compliment, the slight sting on my scalp from him pulling my hair only pushing me to do more. He pushes me down slightly, and i choke at the burn of his tip making contact with my uvula.

I moan loudly on him at the feeling, tears building in my eyes as the vibration from the noises i'm making cause him to throw his head back, a blissed out expression on his face. "Fuck, so good. Just like that, god."

Drool seeps from the corners of my mouth as I speed up all my movements. Chris is a breathy, moaning mess above me, watching me through lidded eyes as I glance up at him.

He moves his other hand to rest on the side of my face, grinning at my fucked out appearance. "Fucking filthy girl, aren't you, baby." He says through gritted teeth. "You love this, don't you?"

I whine at him, furrowing my eyebrows in pleasure to say "yes', and watching as his eyes roll lightly back in his head when i start to suck lightly at his tip again.

My hand falls from his base to lay on his leg, the other holding the bottom of his shirt in my fist. I try to push my head farther down, whimpering faintly at the stretch.

Chris's hips jerk up lightly at the sensation, causing him to push himself down my throat until my lips hit the base. I start to choke, but I breathe heavily through my nose, screwing my eyes shut and hallowing my cheeks out to stop myself from pulling off.

"Fuck!" he grunts loudly, his grip on my hair turning animalistic. He mindlessly mutters out curses and praise as he pushes my head up and down with his hands, 'good girl', 'don't stop', 'takin' me so good, baby' 'just like that' . . .

My hands are resting completely at his sides as he guides my mouth on his cock, slightly bucking his hips to push himself as far as I can take him. His strokes turn sloppy, and I look up at him again to see him looking at me with a broken glance, bottom lip between his teeth. "Fuck, gonna cum," he gasps.

I begin to swirl my tongue around him, moaning messily on him as if to say, 'in my mouth, please', but he's already reading my mind, digging his nails into my scalp as he spurts coats of white down my throat, an incoherent string of "fuck fuck fuck"'s spilling out of him. Im swallowing as quickly as i can.

I pull off of him with a lewd pop, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I know i look completely ruined, but I'm still focused on catching my breath and looking at Chris's flushed pink face above me.

His hand rests on my face again, and his thumb soothingly rubs my cheek. "You okay? Was that too much?" he asks, his expression full of concern as he wipes the tears from under my eyes.

I smile, leaning into his touch. "I'm good, it was really good."

He nods, smiling dumbly. "Good."

He pulls his jeans and boxers back up, bucking his belt before pulling me off my knees and back onto his lap. He presses a soft, passionate kiss on my lips, and then trails kisses down the side of my face, pulling my hair back off my shoulders as we both catch our breath.

We're both startled by the loud ringing of my phone in the passenger seat. I reach over the console, sighing in relief when i flip it over and see my dad's name at the top of my screen.

I put the phone up to my ear, watching as Chris rubs circles into my side with his cold fingers.

"Hi," I breath out. I listen as my dad apologizes for not answering earlier. He tells me he heard my voicemail and asks if I'm okay. "M' fine, I just wheeled it to a shop a couple blocks over. I'm on the bus home now, should only be a bit."

Chris pouts at me, and i roll my eyes at him. My dad talks for a couple for seconds before hanging up, and i leave my phone in the drink compartment next to Chris's forgotten lighter.

"D'you need to get home?" He asked. I nodded, and he frowns. "I was gonna get you off in the backseat,"

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billy’s mom waking him up while it’s still dark, whispering even though neil’s working the night shift. it’s a couple days before his tenth birthday and she’s telling him they’re going to have their very own adventure, just like the ones in billy’s books. she grabs an already packed suitcase from under billy’s bed and kisses him on the nose, tells him to get dressed quick. the two of them leave in an old beat up yellow bug that she managed to get for a third of the asking price and keep parked around the corner until now. they stay with friends and jump from place to place so neil can’t track them down. billy gets used to surfing couches and staying in motels.

he spends his tenth birthday in a diner, his mom gets him a big stack of pancakes and a milkshake with extra cherries. gets a candle out her pocket along with her silver lighter. sings happy birthday and pulls a face when the waitress frowns at them, just to make billy laugh. she sips at her coffee while billy tucks in. smiles when he holds some out with a “c’mon mama, share with me.”

billy thinks it’s neat. thinks it’s the best birthday he’s ever had.

they eventually end up with a place in california, a little bungalow near the coast and billy grows up with his mom. billy gets pretty shirts from the thrift store ‘cause his mama lets him do stuff like that. doesn’t call him a queer, doesn’t force a baseball bat into his hands whilst yelling at him for crying, for being a pussy. his mom lets him read and keep a journal and press flowers between the pages of the neverending story, she plays hendrix and dusty springfield and laughs when billy comes home from his friends’ house with his first piercing at thirteen. she doesn’t tear down his posters or yell when she finds him using her eyeliner.

and everything’s perfect. sort of.

they have bad days- billy’s mom has bad days. billy calls them gray days ‘cause that’s how the world looks when she’s like this. all her color gone. no singing-dancing in the kitchen or baking five different kinds of cake because she couldn’t decide which one was best, no last minute trips to the beach or sitting outside at night and telling billy about the stars. instead she’ll stay in bed, won’t go to work. she’ll stare at the wall blankly and look right through billy when he tries to talk to her. she won’t take the pills the doc gave her and billy doesn’t know what to do. never knows what to do. just chews at his lip until it bleeds, bites at his thumb until it’s red raw. he’ll get in the bed with her. lay beside her and just talk like she used to do with him when he had a nightmare. hum a song to her.

billy’s still pissed at the world just slightly less so. still has that anger and anxiousness simmering just below the surface and shows his teeth when cornered. he’s still hardened in a way that a kid shouldn’t be but. it’s different. there’s no neil. the only bloody noses he gets are at school, when he fights with the kids who call him a fag and a fairy, call his mom a basket case. he uses fists when they laugh and ask if she’s all there with a finger pointing at their heads, ask if billy will “catch the crazy.”

those are billy’s bad days. sitting in the principals office, icing his knuckles.

when he’s fifteen, billy manages to bag a job at the local auto repair by turning up every day and telling howie how good he’d be, that he knows cars and it’s all he wants to do and please please please. eyebrows pulled together, eyes puppy dog wide and hands clasped in front of him until howie grumbles, throws an oily rag at billy. says fine but billy’s gotta pay for anything he damages. someone brings in a chevy camaro and billy asks howie to let him help fix it up. does the begging again until howie laughs. says get a hold of yourself, kid, voice fond as he ruffles billy’s hair.

billy’s four months away from turning seventeen when the doorbell goes. he’s eating a sandwich and watching knight rider. he’s wearing the necklace his mom got him for his last birthday and- he answers the door. doesn’t think twice. freezes when he sees neil standing there. he looks different. hair a little shorter and more wrinkles. where billy’s gained weight, gained muscle, neil’s lost it. his eyes are a little sunken and he’s still got his wedding band on. he reeks of booze. billy has to remind himself to speak, just says “yeah?” his voice comes out small and neil smiles at him. smiles and billy feels this weird twist in his stomach ‘cause .. that’s his dad and he hasn’t seen him in years and it twists and twists and-

turns out. not much has changed. billy realises a little too late that neil will always be neil. they run again. have to leave everything behind. billy doesn’t get to say bye to his friends, to howie, to the car. they leave a lot of stuff behind and head in any direction away from neil. they both try to keep the mood light, take turns driving and play the tapes billy grabbed. they end up in indiana- hawkins. they stay at a motel until billy’s mom finds a place for dirt cheap. it has two bedrooms and a dingy bathroom, a living room slash kitchen and one hell of a damp problem. it’s dirt cheap for a reason.

it’s above a shop in town and- it’s fine. their landlord is an asshole but they’re together and they’ve got a roof over their heads. billy’s enrolled at hawkins high and his mom gets a job at the laundromat. he tells her that he doesn’t need to go to school, that he could just work and help pay the bills but his mom won’t have any of it. says that she wishes she had finished school and that billy’s too clever to waste it. that he has potential.

billy knows the reason she dropped out of school was because she had him. he just nods, rests his head on her shoulder.

it’s billy’s first day at school and his mom drives him to make sure he actually goes. he gets out the car and tries to shake the nerves off. straightens up and puts on his act. plasters a fake smile on his face and it’s working, he’s got most of the girls swooning and the boys at least seem curious. billy looks around and his eyes land on a guy leaning up against a bmw. his hair’s coiffed to high heaven and he’s wearing a polo, preppy as fuck but- pretty. it’s one of the first things billy realises about him, all doe eyes and moles dotted just about everywhere. he’s got a smirk on his face. not aimed at billy but the guy beside him.

pretty-boy walks over to him and billy raises an eyebrow, plays it cool. he introduces himself as steve and billy gets the idea that he’s top dog at hawkins high, is immediately proved right when they step into the building. king steve, freckles calls him. billy laughs- catches steve looking at him when he does and feels his face get hot. steve just smiles wider, calls billy california and tells him to sit with them at lunch. billy tries to ignore the way steve’s smile makes him feel like the rug’s been pulled out from under his feet.

he nods and steve grins. tugs at one of billy’s curls.

says “i think you’re gonna like it here, california.”

[maddymoreau]

Fallout New Vegas DLC Sleeping Arrangement Headcanons:

After making my post about my thoughts on how the sleeping arrangement inside the Lucky 38 would work with all the companions.

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/747184690349342720/fallout-new-vegas-lucky-38-presidential-suite?source=share

I couldn't stop thinking about the DLC characters so here’s my headcanons!!

Honest Hearts:

The Dead Horses and The Sorrows are always courteous offering my Courier Six a bed to rest in:

When traveling with Follows-Chalk if it's too late to return to the Dead Horses Camp, they'll find somewhere safe to sleep. The plan is to have one guard while the other rests. However, they stay up wayyy too late talking. Follows-Chalk teaches her how to read stars while she tells him stories from her travels.

Waking Cloud wears and uses her Yao Guai Gauntlet as a pillow (it also allows her to quickly spring into action). She misses her children and as they're falling asleep, tells Courier Six stories about them.

Joshua Graham is usually the last to go to bed, so he'll sleep on whatever bed isn't taken (or the floor). I imagine he always sleeps on his back. Since it distributes the pain evenly instead of putting a large amount of pressure onto one spot.

If my Courier Six is also awake she'll say a prayer with him before bed.

If Joshua is up late working on inventory and my Courier Six is inside Angel Cave, she'll be lulled to sleep by the fire and noises he makes.

Dead Money:

You know how Dean Domino has secret stashes hidden everywhere? He also has hidden sleeping spots. Multiple pillows and blankets which he does NOT like sharing but will begrudgingly with my Courier Six.

Dean Domino has lived in the Sierra Madre the longest, which has caused him to become a light sleeper. He will always bitch about back pain, regardless if he's sleeping on an old mattress or couch.

Once, when traveling with my Courier Six, she got VERY sick and dizzy from the red cloud, forcing her to rest. Dean thought about ditching her (but couldn't with the whole "wedding rings around their necks" plus he wants to use her for protection). So he dragged her to one of his spots. When Courier Six woke up she thanked him and offered to keep watch, so he could rest as well, which he reluctantly accepted.

Courier Six is the only one he'll sleep around.

Christine has an extremely hard time falling asleep because she’s afraid she'll wake up in the auto doc.

My Courier Six offers to sit next to Christine, hold her hand and keep watch while she tries to sleep. My Courier Six's perception isn't high enough to understand Christine, but she can sympathize with how difficult it is to fall asleep in the Sierra Madre.

Dog and God sleep sitting perched up against a wall. Dog snores while God doesn’t. He's far too large to sleep comfortably on most of the furniture scattered around. Courier Six worries about him but can't convince him to sleep differently.

Old World Blues:

My Courier Six sleeps in the bed inside The Dome. However as she slowly begins repairing everyone inside The Sink (Muggy, Toaster, Jukebox, ETC.) it becomes harder to sleep in there. She also feels WAYYY too guilty about the idea of turning them off.

So near the end of the DLC after getting closer to everyone she starts occasionally sleeping inside The Think Tank. Specifically using the weapon trunk and table next to Dr. 8 as a makeshift desk.

My Courier Six has 100% woken up to some of them hovering over and observing her sleep 👁️👄👁️ (especially Dr. Dala).

After she peacefully resolved things with Dr. Mobius, before returning, she slept on his floor. Making sure not to sleep on or touch any of his notes. Despite this, she woke up with math equations written on her face.

She has no idea how he did that.

His humming and silly singing soothes her to sleep:

Lonesome Road:

My Courier Six is FIGHTING for her life in The Divide and sleeps whenever she can (which isn’t often). Ulysses is watching her from a distance and will also (sometimes) sleep when she does. Due to his past as a member of the Legion and a Courier. Ulysses is able to sleep easily in odd places.

ED-E watches over my Courier Six while she sleeps. Alerting her to any danger. However, until she falls asleep, ED-E lets her hold him like this:

It makes her think of home (The Lucky 38). Since that's how she usually sleeps with her ED-E in the Presidential Suite.

[slaymybreathaway]

YOU'VE REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

◇Chapter One◇

Chapter List Masterlist Introduction

Word Count: 1k

Content Warning: physical violence (getting jumped)

1965◇Grace and Sally's Style Salon

"Hey Sally! I'm gonna head home now, alright?" Grace called out. She propped the sweeping brush up against the wall before taking her navy cardigan off of the coat hook and put it on, not bothering to fasten any of the buttons.

"See you later, Gracie!" Sally called out from where she was washing a client's hair. Grace smiled at her friend's ever-present enthusiasm, before hanging the strap of her canvas handbag over her shoulder and walking out the door.

The pair had been best friends since freshman year of high-school and had decided to open a ladies' hair salon near the end of their senior year. They came up with the idea after realising that most of the salons in Tulsa were on the West side and were too expensive for the 'Greaser' women to go regularly.

Now, a year and a half after their graduation and two months since they opened 'Grace and Sally's Style Salon', the pair are finally starting to get regular customers. That is a relief because it has been a rough couple of months financially. Even to the point that both women had to take up second jobs working at the concession stand at the Drive-In in the evenings.

Gracie walked down the streets of Tulsa, she would usually drive but her car broke down a few weeks ago and she hasn't been able to afford the repairs. So now she had to walk to work.

As she passed by the picture house she saw a red Corvair parked on the side of the road she was walking on with the keys still in the ignition. She knew this meant trouble because the Socs would never park out in the open when they're in Greaser territory, let alone with the keys still in their car.

She was about to cross the road so that she wouldn't run into whoever owned the Corvair. But before got the chance to, she saw a group of Soc boys not far ahead of where the car was parked. They seemed to be circled around someone else on the ground. A boy with long reddish-brown hair.

It was only when Grace saw a familiar group of Greaser boys running towards the gang of Soc boys did she realise who it was on the ground. The Socs jumped up and tried to run at the sight of the gang, but the Greasers got a hold of them and started throwing punches.

Grace wanted to fight too, but figured it was best not to. Instead, she ran up to Ponyboy and dragged him to the side of the building, away from everything that was going on. "Hey, are you alright kid?" she asked, taking a packet of tissues out of her bag and wiping the blood from the cut on his throat.

All her life, Grace had lived next door to the Curtis family. Their mothers were best friends, so the Curtis brothers were like family to her. Since her parents died in the same auto-wreck that killed Mr and Mrs. Curtis, they have become closer than ever. It seemed like Grace was over at the Curtis house more than she was at her own these days.

Ponyboy didn't answer, he looked a bit disorientated at the speed of everything that was happening. Before long, the socs had disappered from sight and the gang had crowded around where he was sitting.

"Are you alright, Ponyboy?" Darry asked as he lifted his brother by his armpits and hauled him to feet, shaking him.

"Quit shakin' him Darry. He's probably dizzy enough already," Grace said pointed out, crossing her arms.

Grace had always been the closest with Darry Curtis, since they were the same age. They both acted like the parents of the gang, keeping the rest out of trouble when they needed it.

"Yeah, quit shaking me Darry. I'm okay," Ponyboy muttered, he still looked shocked but he was coming to his sences now.

Darry let go of him straight away. "I'm sorry," he said and Grace knew that meant it. He doesn't realise his own strength sometimes.

Ponyboy sat down again and started rubbing his cheek, it was definatley gonna be bruised in the morning. Darry jammed his fists in his pockets, a look of worry on his face. "They didn't hurt you too bad, did they?" He asked.

The kid looked up at his brother and nodded. "I'm okay," he repeated, but within a few seconds, Ponyboy had turned as white as sheet and his eyes filled with tears as he started to shake and cry.

Grace sat down beside Ponyboy on the sidewalk. "Easy Pony, they ain't gonna hurt you no more," she said in a hushed voice, trying to calm him down as she rubbed his arm.

The boy turned away and wiped his eyes, not wanting to seem weak. "I know," he breathed, shakily. "I'm just a little spooked, that's all,"

Sodapop stuck his hand out and rubbed the top of Ponyboy's head with a smile. "You're an okay kid, Ponyboy,"

Ponyboy returned his grin as he shook his head. "You're crazy Soda, outta your mind," This made Soda laugh and help him to his feet.

Darry crossed his arms. "You're both nuts," he muttered. Then he turned to Grace, held out his hand and pulled her up. "Thanks" the girl mumbled as she wiped the dirt from her tight-legged jeans.

Sodapop cocked an eyebrow amusedly. "It seems to run in the family," he smiled. Darry rolled his eyes with a chuckle as the gang started walking in the direction of the Curtis house.

[red-n-ded]

Little Red Corvette (Ft. The Beatles) Part One

Benjamin O’Brien lives in Brighton Falls, California, trying to escape the trauma from a protest that caused him to lose his voice.

When an old friend visits and signs him up for a street race for his 18th birthday, he buys a beautiful Chevrolet Corvette unaware that under all its pain lies a stubborn but gentle Autobot from outer space with no memory and shared love for 80’s music.

Or

Reverse Roles of AU of Bee and Charlie meeting and giving each other their named through the magic of music and insect posters.

(And yes, Bee is a fan of the Beatles bc I said so)

Next (Coming Soon)

Ao3 Sneak Peek and Link Below

Benjamin O’Brien has a normal life, or at least tries to.

Every morning he wakes up, eats his breakfast, takes painkillers for his damaged vocal cords, goes to community college for his auto shop classes, and goes to work at the beach boardwalk. It gets boring after a few months doing the same thing over and over again but it’s not the worst. He’s finally getting a proper education and now lives near the beaches of California, something younger Ben could only dream of doing.

It’s not the racing life but better than dying on the frontlines.

Tomorrow is his birthday and Ben wanted to treat himself. Days and weeks of a domestic life, he deserved for a bit of an adventure. A while back, he saw posters for a movie marathon at the local drive-in and Ben is a sucker for 80’s movies (His copy of the Breakfast Club is worn out from his 50th rewatch). He would go but the poor guy doesn’t have a car except a yellow Volkswagen Beetle that doesn’t even work. Who in their right mind goes to drive in without a car? Only the insane in his opinion.

Not too far from his host home is the local junkyard. Ben sometimes works there for extra cash or when he just wants to get his hands dirty working on cars again. For the past few days, he has been getting parts to repair the Beetle, using half of his wages to buy the parts he needed but so far his work has been in vain. Maybe on the day before his birthday, he’ll get some luck.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

His head buried under pillows and blankets, the tired 17-year-old slams his fist onto his alarm clock, silently cursing in annoyance at the dreaded box yet forces himself to sit up, blinking his blurry vision to adjust to the sunlight. Hoping to wake himself up, Ben leans over to his bedside table, puts on his black bluetooth headphones and presses play on his phone.

“Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace, Molly is the singer in a band. Desmond says to Molly, “Girl, I like your face” and Molly says this as she takes him by the hand Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on! Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on!”

Ben mouths the upbeat lyrics as he changes out of his pajamas, slipping on a white tank top and slightly-used navy jeans from the carpet. He goes to brush his teeth and his head naturally begins to beat, the tiredness and annoyance from before already fading away. The teen cleans himself up and goes to the kitchen to eat breakfast, turning up the music on his headphones to dance on his way to the cabinets. Thank god no one is home. He opens the cabinet door to grab the last box of cereal but a knock in the door interrupts.

Ben slides his phones down to his neck. Who could possibly be up this early? The teen turns off his music and makes his way to the door, putting down the cereal box to turn the handle. The door swings open and his eyes immediately catch the hot pink color of hair.

“Hey, I-“

OH HELL NO!

SLAM!

The house nearly shakes at how fast Bee slammed the door on his old friend. Ben doesn’t let her answer, grumbling angrily at his visitor and ignoring the desperate knocks from the other side.

It’s too fucking early for this.

“Bee, please.” She begs between her knocks, “I just want to talk!”

The blonde teen freezes. Bee? Geez, I haven't heard that nickname in years.

Arcee, the hot-pink-haired biker outside his door, keeps knocking, her requests to let her inside fading into white noise in Ben’s ears. Hearing her voice again, just as panicked as he last heard her, hurts more than he thought it would.

Ben stays silent, which is all he can ever do. His hand trails up to his neck where a faded scar across his Adam's apple, his fingertips tracing the indents of the jagged shape. He wanted to put his old life in New York behind him, a life of fighting and protesting against a corrupt system. It wasn't supposed to be violent. Optimus promised that they wouldn't try to resort to force but the Decepticon mafia attacked first and that protest became a riot, one that cost him his voice.

Don't do it Ben. Don’t do it. It’s been almost a year. You can’t get hurt anymore.

Arcee was there at the protest but wasn’t there when Sergent Blitzwing ripped out his vocal cords. She doesn’t know his pain and the trauma that riot caused. Yet, his heart longed for a friend. Living alone has taken a toll that Ben isn’t willing to accept.

Maybe for a moment, just a moment. Then she can leave and never come back.

Ben shaking hands goes to unlock the door. The wooden barrier swings open and he stares blue to brown eyes at Arcee, who’s relieved at the open door. She smiles awkwardly but tries to put up a comforting face.

“Hey Bee,” she mumbles. A beat passes and the two just stand there. Bee looks at the clock and sees the minute hand inching closer to the 9.

Gah! I’m late!

The teen quickly types into his phone, “Do. You. Know. Sign. Language. ”

The biker perks up, surprised by his form of communication but doesn’t make a show of it. “Yes, I do.”

Bee tucks his phone into his pocket and steps aside, giving Arcee the permission to enter his home before he rushes to the kitchen to eat his unmade breakfast. Arcee nodded in appreciation and walked in, shuffling her feet onto the black floor mat before taking off her boots. She looks around, in awe of where his old crewmate has been staying for the past year. It’s surprisingly big for a teenager living alone and not to mention so close to the beach.

“A nice place you got here,” Arcee compliments, earning a humble buzz as Bee pours out his breakfast, briskly walking back and forth from his bowl and the fridge, “How’d you get it?”

“Host family.” Ben signed after putting away his milk, “Currently on vacation.”

As far as Bee remembers, the raceway in New York has always been his family. He was homeschooled in the pits and learned to drive before he could hit puberty. His origins are a complete mystery and for a while, he didn’t mind until he left. It was at that moment that Bee realized that he had no one. No one on the team was biologically related to him and there are no records of his birth. Bee might as well be non-existent.

The O’Briens are nice. Their son Dylan warmed up to him very quickly and his parents treated him like any other decent person would, even indulging in his odd taste for 80’s pop culture and music. Staying with them was a great idea but Ben knows he’ll never be part of their family and that’s okay. He wasn’t even offended when the family didn’t bring him along to their pre-paid vacation. He’s only living with them and that’s a fact that Ben is willing to accept.

Seeing his true family again and standing under the same roof as someone he considered as an older sister is odd. Arcee looked different since he last saw her. Her hair is shaved and cut up to her chin, her outfit consists of way more leather and black, and her wedding ring is missing.

Did something happen to her and Cliffjumper? Hopefully they didn’t end on bad terms.

Arcee remains quiet, looking around the O’Brien’s house with curiosity. It has only been a year but Bee has changed a lot. Bee has definitely taken the time to relax and act like an actual teen. He looks a bit more round and chubby, especially around the face, but his muscles remained firm, emphasized by his tank top while not too obvious. The biker laughs to herself remembering how much a skinny stick Bee was. The headphones are a new addition and so is his attire. Arcee realized that he had never seen Bee in jeans before, always found running around without the restriction of the denim.

Bee grows annoyed at the silence and stops eating to knock on the table, grabbing Arcee’s attention. “What are you doing here?” He signs as milk and crumbs drip from the corners of his lips.

Arcee leans back on her seat and smiles warmly, “Is it bad for an old friend to visit?” She joked, walking towards the dinner table where Bee is sitting. Bee frowns, an annoyed buzz escaping his throat which annoyed him even further.

I hate it when it does that.

Her grin fades into concern, curious and worried about the lack of the upbeat voice she once remembered, “What happened to your voice?”

“None of your business.” Bee gulps down the last of his cereal and dumps his empty bowl into the sink. Bee walks in long strides, speeding his pace to get out of the house as quickly as possible but Arcee isn’t so keen to see her old friend leave so soon, not when she just got him back.

“Bee, can we just talk?” Arcee sighs, exasperated by her old friend’s stubbornness but there’s a hint of begging in her voice.

There’s no denying that the base hasn’t been the same since Bee disappeared. They all thought he died but Orion knew he wasn’t. The biker didn’t know how he knew or why her leader never pushed to find his surrogate son but Arcee isn’t the type to let go of someone close to her so quickly. Not after…

Cliff.

With a red and yellow plaid button-up in his hand, Bee pauses at the soft desperation. It hurts to hear but before he could open his mouth, any and all words that could comfort her, reassure his friend that he misses her just as much, die from his lips, even if he can talk. He doesn’t look at her and taps on the doorway in morse code, “I have to go to work.”

The pink-haired biker remained frozen in her seat as the door slammed shut.

The rest of the day went by like a blur filled with crowds on the boardwalk and bullies from his classes dumping lemonade or making his job not worth the $20 an hour. It’s almost pathetic. The blonde knows any and every way possible he could run star wrestler, Shelby “Shatter” Bassett, into the ground without breaking a sweat. Maybe a punch in the face or a scratch on her boyfriend’s (admittedly stunning) royal blue AMC Javelin could also get him to shut up.

But he’s not B-127 the Freedom Racer anymore.

He’s just Benjamin the Hot Dog on a Stick cashier.

After a thorough wash to get all the lemon pulp out of his hair, Bee made a pit stop at the junkyard. With his birthday coming up in a few hours, the young teen hoped that he could get the Beetle up and running. He grabs his red toolkit from the back of the motorized bike he rides on, voicelessly greets the owner and rushes into the piles of the cars in the lot, taking apart the pieces he wants. Grime and oil gets on his button-up and skin and the metallic stench of rust seeps into his nostrils but the blonde doesn’t mind, remembering the similar smell back in New York except missing the sound of race cars zooming in the background.

“Can’t catch me, Bee!”

“Fat chance!”

“Go faster, papa! Faster!”

“If you say so, little one!”

“Tell me where your friends are hiding!”

Wait.

“I’ll never talk!”

Stop.

“Is that right?”

Stop it!

SHING!

“Then let’s make it official.”

NO!

[tennypress]

Gun x Goo x reader smut

I’ll write another one !

(No smut sorry, but I might make a nsfw part to it

Street racer AU

(Inspired by fast and furious)

WARNING: love triangle, gender neutral reader

“Ooh, Mami, this a new 'Rari. Hit 150 on the dash, I bent the corner, then she bent it for me sideways, uh I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah”

You just stepped out of your white and red 1992 Mitsubishi Galant VR 4 hugging your friend Zoe park after she ask you to drive in her place in a local street race. There you see three other cars. A yellow and black 1970 Dodge Challenger R/T and fuzzy dice hanging in the rear view mirror with a guy with blonde hair and sunglasses chilling outside chatting with others.

A green 1993 Toyota Supra Turbo with an older guy with a shaved head and wearing a tank top chilling outside while listening to music with his friends.

Then you see a car that caught your attention. It was a black 1999 Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 with a custom painted oni design on the side. You can see the owner on the side smoking a cigarette and just waved to you. Your intrigued.

But your car was amazing too. It was gifted to you by your father. It was white and red 1992 Mitsubishi Galant VR 4 with a custom paint with hello kitty in the side.

As you enter the race the other racers were snickering and making fun of your car. Saying how it looks girly and too old. However the owner of the nissan just glanced at your car before turning back to focus on the race.

You held onto your wheel as you see the flag girl raise her bandana? Or cloth and just waved it before stepping aside for you guys to race. Then you hear a speakerphone of someone you knew. Daniel park, signaling and counting down. 3, 2, 1, and go! You all step on the pedal

Your racing and your in 3rd place before you see the bridge pull up. The green car owner stopped before you see a flash of yellow also slow down. Now it’s between your Mitsubishi and the owner of the Nissan to finish this race.

Both of you speeding up you drove off the bridge and managed to land on the other side safely.

You both returned back safely and exited the car.

There you get out and a crowd comes rushing to the both of you. Including Zoe and Daniel. They just come up to you and congratulate you. Before you see the Nissan owner also coming up to shake your hand.

“That was impressive, no one has beaten me in a race before. I’m Gun. Gun park” he just greets you with a prideful smirk.

You just smile back and shaked his car before seeing the other racers come up. The green haired guy, or Taejin just comes out pissed and throws his steering wheel out on the ground while another man with tan skinned with glasses comes up to comfort Jin. While Zoe just holds onto you and Daniel looks at Gun with caution. You noticed that the two of them had tension.

“GOD DAMMIT” you see the Blonde glasses man come up with his car totaled and goes up to Gun and grabs his collar.

They were just arguing until you came up to the both of them. “Maybe I can fix your car? I own a auto shop near the city.” Goo just comes up and holds your hand into his and smiles while tears come out of his eyes and agreed. You all bid farewells and drove home. The next day you open your shop and see them both outside with their cars. You welcome them both in offering them drinks while you fix their cars.

Goo just took a coffee while Gun took a beer and you took in Goos car to fix.

Gun couldn’t stop staring at your ass. How it fitted the suit that was covered in dirt and oil. Or how your tank top perfectly outflanked your tits. And how you had that cute hat on your head.

Goo just stared at you with admiration while you fixed his car.

It took a while but you managed to repair the man’s car and took them to the register to tell them the price.

“Good thing most of the car was alright. But for the Windshield crack repair, window replacement, windshield replacement, bumper repair and replacement, scratch repair, frame damage repair, and engine replacement it’ll cost you around 3.4K. How does that sound?” You said ringing up the prices

Goo just nudges to Gun and he groans taking out his card and swiping it. You give the receipt and take out the vehicle out of your shop.

You wave goodbye as you see them leave. Closing up the shop you see a letter left on the counter. Curiosily you went to go pick it up and read it. You see tears swell up with happiness as you see the same love letter you wrote to a good friend of yours after he had left to Japan.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Toontown Corporate Clash Recap: Toontown Central Tour

Welcome to Toontown Central! This Neighborhood serves as Toontown’s capital.

Aside from the Gag Shop (Staffed by Clerk Clark the blue dog and Clerk Clara the red rabbit), Trolley, Toon HQ, Pet Shop (staffed by Poppy the orange rabbit, Pappy the blue horse, Peppy the red mouse), and Clothing Store (staffed by Tammy the rabbit with a tan head, green arms, and sienna legs) housed in every Playground, Toontown Central Playground also has Toontown Schoolhouse (staffed by Professor Pete), Toontown Library (staffed by Librarian Larry, a maroon cat), Toontown Bank (staffed by Banker Bob, a maroon horse in glasses), and Toon Hall (I’ve already introduced you to the 3 Toons who work here).

Next to Toontown Schoolhouse is a doorway to the basement, which is connected to a set of gear sigils. If you approach the sigils, you’ll receive a message that your Toon can hear Cog noises coming from below the building, and thus decides not to go down there.

Toontown Central Playground is also home to the Restoration Station, a stand staffed by Paletti Swatch. Paletti Swatch sells Toons Redraws and Renames. A Redraw lets you redesign your Toon, up to and including their species. The first redraw is free, but any later ones will cost 10,000 Jellybeans. Additionally, there’s a 7 day cool down between redraws. Renames let you change your Toon’s name. Again, first one is free, but there’s ALSO a 10,000 Jellybean fee to later renames, and you also have to wait 30 days before you can get a second one.

You might’ve noticed that I didn’t mention Paletti’s species or color. That’s because Paletti Swatch’s design is randomly generated every time you load into Toontown Central playground, AND their appearance is Client Side. The only consistent element of their appearance is that they always wear a tie-dyed shirt with either rainbow shorts or a rainbow skirt.

Aside from Paletti, you can also find Freddy by the gazebo in the center of the Playground, itself near the fishing pond. Freddy is a light blue rabbit, and also the Playground’s local fisherman. Just talk to him to sell your fish for Jellybeans. On the edges of the playground, you can find 3 more NPC’s just out in the open:

Bay T. Tester: A black cat in red clothes and green glasses, he gives out a limited-event Sidetask that is exclusive to the game’s beta.

Travis the Trash Cat: An orange cat who lives in a trashcan, an NPC designed after the orange cat in the game’s delete button.

Tumbles: A black kiwi and “tacky tourist” who’s part of an ongoing sideplot. You can find him by Toon Hall.

Toontown Central Playground has four tunnels that each lead to different streets.

All four streets have a Gag N’ Go halfway through.

Gag N’ Gos are special Gag Trucks staffed by Reid Stock, a light green koala. all of her Gags are home grown, so they’re twice as expensive as the Gags in the Gag Shop. The “Buy one, Get one Free!” sign in front of the Gag ‘N Go is referring to how if YOU buy one Gag, Reid will get one free. She might be doing this out of the goodness of her heart, but she also has to support her elderly parents and is breaking her back to grow these gags.

Aside from that, the streets have the following buildings:

Loopy Lane:

Seltzer Bottles and Cans (run by a blue dog named Sid Seltzer)

Vanishing Cream (run by an invisible duck known as Nona Seeya)

Used Firecrackers (run by a blue horse named Smokey Joe)

The Meatball Shoppe (run by a turquoise horse named Papa Stahl)

An Unnamed Shop Designated by a Shirt with a Hole Burned Through it (run by a blue racoon named Sam Stain)

Visible Ink (run by a green rabbit named Inky Ivon)

The Kaboomery (run by a yellow mouse with pyromania by the name of Shorty Fuse)

Sidesplitter’s Mending (run by a green pig named Sasha Sidesplitter)

Crack Up Auto Repair (run by a citrine cat named Lucy Tires)

Suction Cups and Saucers (run by a cream koala named Clovinia Cling)

Jest for Laughs (run by a yellow rabbit named Jester Chester)

Soup and Crack Ups (run by a red cat named Sally Spittake)

Bottled Cans (run by a blue cat named Weird Warren)

Cast-Iron Kites (run by a red rabbit named Rick rockhead).

Kooky Cineplex (which has no shopkeeper)

Laughter Hours Café (run by a citrine horse named Tee Hee)

Chortle Café (run by a periwinkle horse named Charlie Chortle)

Toontown Post Office (run by a green dog named Postmaster Pete)

Blue Glue Direct 2 You (run by an unlucky maroon mouse named Sticky Lou)

Spaghetti and Goofballs (run by a yellow rabbit known as Chef Knucklehead)

Wiseacre’s Noisemakers (run by a citrine mouse by the name of Will Wiseacre)

Movie Multiplex (no shopkeeper)

14 Karat Goldfish (run by a maroon duck known as Sharky Jones)

News for the Amused (run by an aqua pig by the name of Paige Arthur)

Punchline Place:

Sofa Whoopee Cushions (run by a coral duck by the name of Nancy Gas)

Inflatable Wrecking Balls (run by a purple rabbit known as Big Bruce)

The Karnival Kid (vacant)

Dr. Pulyurleg, Chiropractor (Dr. Pulyurleg is a yellow cat)

Toontown Mess Hall (run by a yellow rabbit named Chef E.Z. Bake)

Barely Palatable Pasta (run by a pink bat named Crunchy Alfredo)

Hardy Harr Seminars (run by a pink mouse named Dr. Sensitive)

The Punch Line Gym (run by a tan mouse named Franz Neckvein)

Toontown Theater (empty)

Funny Bone Emergency Room (run by a lavender cat named Nurse Nancy)

Phony Baloney (run by a slate blue dog named Tony Maroni)

Zippy’s Zingers (Zippy is a sea green dog)

The Flying Pie (run by a tan horse named Ned Slinger)

Professor Wiggle’s House of Giggles (Professor Wiggle is a red cat)

Rubber Chicken Sandwiches (run by a slate blue cat named Chewy Morsel)

Punchline Movie Palace (vacant)

Sundae Funnies Ice Cream (run by a green cat named Cindy Sprinkles)

Silly Street:

Impractical Jokes (run by a slate blue dog named T.P. Rolle)

All Smiles Tooth Repair (run by a green koala named Dentist Daniel)

Hogwash and Dry (run by a lime kangaroo named Sir Babbles a Lot)

One-Liner Miners (run by a tan cat named Canary Coalmine)

Toontown Sign Factory (run by a sea green dog named Bill Board)

Jumping Beans (run by a beige turkey named Dancing Diego)

All Fun and Games Shop (run by a citrine dog named Lazy Hal)

Tickle Machines (run by a citrine rabbit named Feather Duster)

Dr. Tom Foolery (run by a royal book duck named Dr. Foolery)

Toontown Cinerama (empty)

Dr. I.M. Euphoric (run by a blue horse named Dr. Euphoric)

The Merry Mimes (run by a red beaver named Silent Simone, who never speaks)

Weird Beard’s Disguise Shop (run by a cat with a brown head, orange body, and coral legs by the name of Sneezy Kitty)

Silly Stunts (run by a sea green duck known as Rollo the Amazing)

All That Razz (run by a brown duck named Roz Berry)

Soup Forks (run by a pink duck known as Dan Dribbles)

Paper Airplanes (run by a purple rabbit named Patty Papercut)

Laughing Gas Station (run by a blue cat known as Sal Snicker)

Mary’s Go Around Travel Company (Mary is a red horse)

Happy Hooligans Pub (run by a lime rabbit named Bruiser McDougal)

House of Bad Pies (run by a brown rabbit named Ma Putrid): Its sign also has the slogan “SORRY, WE’RE OPEN” written on it.

Jesse’s Joke Repair (run by a royal blue mouse named Jesse Jester)

Daffy Taffy (run by a maroon duck named Daffy Don)

The Happy Times (run by a cream cat named Happy Heikyung)

The Laughin’ Place (run by a lime horse named Honey Haha)

Clown Class (run by a sienna horse named Professor Binky)

Laughing Lessons (run by a maroon dog named Professor Guffaw)

Funny Money Savings and Loan (run by a periwinkle duck named Woody Nickel)

Used Clown Cars (run by a citrine duck named Loony Louis)

Tee-Hee Tea Shop (run by a slate blue cat named Madame Chuckle)

Frank’s Pranks (run by a maroon rabbit named Frank Furter)

Toontown Playhouse (vacant)

Monkey Tricks (run by a lime monkey named Harry Ape)

Joy Buzzers to the World (run by a periwinkle rabbit named Joy Buzzer)

Muldoon’s Maroon Balloons (Muldoon is a red dog)

Canned Bottles (run by a maroon cat named Spamonia Biggles)

Wacky Way:

Wacky Way Wonderworld (run by a yellow rabbit named Wacky Wally)

Gagsoline Oil Refineries (locked tight, you can’t currently enter)

Toon Mobile (run by a sienna cat named Louise Connection)

Slip and Slide (run by a sienna dog named Rancid Robert)

Wacky Way-ving Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Man (run by a cream rabbit named Al Hare-ington)

A Gaggle of Gags (run by a slate blue duck named Good Ol’ Honkin’ Sally)

Pies are Squared (run by a periwinkle cat named P.I. Multiply)

Dogs of Wisdom Bookstore (run by a blue dog named Bookworm Bork)

The Circuit Breaker (run by a yellow monkey named Professor Proton)

Recessed Is In Session (run by a black bear named B.R. Bea)

Lying Birthday Cakes (run by a lime rabbit named Chef Foolery)

Topsy Turvey Tailors (run by a pink mouse named R.E. Versed)

The Laughing Fit (run by a yellow kiwi named Louis Laffon)

The Mehvie Theater (vacant)

Green Eggs and Spam (run by a green pig named Spam Iam)

The Building Beside Me is Lying to you (run by an orange monkey named Pants on Fire)

No, the Building Beside Me is Telling the Truth (run by a slate blue monkey named Liar Liar)

The exclusive fish species in this neighborhood are as follows:

Weather Balloon Fish (Punchline Place)

Water Balloon Fish (Silly Street)

Red Balloon Fish (any Toontown Central Pond)

Circus Clown Fish (any Toontown Central Pond)

Toontown Central has two special nameplates. There’s a statue of a mouse riding a nonsapient horse (this is the Goofy and Pluto problem all over again), and if you use the “Yeehaw” speedchat phrase next to it, you’ll get Toontown Central’s first nameplate. In Toon Hall, there’s a banana peel on a pedestal. Click on it, you get a banana-themed nameplate.

Okay, I hope this was more manageable, and next time, we’re going over the Cogs.

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The wordplay on the names is fucking fantastic 10/10.

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MEET RESIDENT OH ROMIN.

✽ ✎… ( yang jungwon, cis man, he/him ) — we hope ansong has found you well, oh romin. you know yourself to be 20 years old and currently reside in unit #07 on floor #04. while you have been here for 15 years, you seem to remember a little about your former life. currently you’re employed at apex auto repair & towing as a mechanic. you recall that some people consider you to be playful & good natured, but sometimes you seem to be agonizing & reactionary. we hope you find everything you’re searching for, and maybe a little bit more.

in their box sits five notecards, they read:

notecard #1: “grow up and be happy. i’ll miss you too.” written in familiar handwriting he can’t quite place.

notecard #2: a series of five handprints, clearly not to scale on such a small card. two are similar in size while the other three are much smaller.

notecard #3: “can you keep a secret?” written in his own handwriting.

notecard #4: a sketch of a boy facing away, only visible from his mid-back and up. he looks like he may be in a school uniform. his hair looks soft, as if careful attention was paid to its rendering.

notecard #5: a sketch of a pair of shoes near the edge of a bridge.

in their tote bag sits three mementos, they are:

a well-loved yet simple black pencil case. a variety of graphite and colored pencils are inside, many of the pencils sharpened and worn down to hardly more than stubs.

a soft rabbit plush, seemingly cheaply made. it reminds one of an arcade or claw machine prize.

 a single red shoelace; there’s no matching partner, nor can he find what pair of shoes it may have originally come from. it’s slightly dirty but in good overall condition.

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Do You Need a Brake Repair? Ask a Chevy Dealer

Your Brake Light Is On

This one is a clear giveaway that something might be wrong. Your Chevy has lights on your dashboard for a reason, so when one starts illuminating, you need to pay attention. Even if you’re not feeling any vibration when you brake or other typical warning signs, you need to consider calling for a brake maintenance service.

The brake light is easy to identify as it is usually yellow or red and has an exclamation point in a circle. It may also have the text “brake” written underneath the symbol.

You Hear Unusual Noises

Unless you are a skilled mechanic, you likely will not be able to pinpoint a new sound and be able to identify exactly what the problem is. And that is okay! The most important thing is to acknowledge that you hear a strange sound, particularly when you brake, and you need to get it professionally checked out.

Typical sounds you might hear that point toward brake maintenance include grading or speaking noises when you apply the brakes. If you’re unsure of what you’re hearing, make sure to turn the radio or your music down for a bit to hear the unusual sound better.

Steering Wheel Vibrations

Even if you have your music blasting, you’ll be able to notice your steering wheel beginning to vibrate. If it isn’t vibrating, you might notice the wheel pulling to one side or the other when you apply the brake pedal. This type of steering wheel interface could be caused by problems regarding your brake calipers or pistons.

A Soft Brake Pedal

With how often you typically have to stop and go in your Chevy, there is a good chance you have a great feel for the brake pedal. Essentially, how soft or hard you have to push to give yourself an even braking experience. If you are in need of scheduled brake maintenance, you will notice that the brake pedal has gone soft.

A soft brake pedal feels like a sponge. This is definitely not the type of pedal response you would receive with high-functioning brakes. If you’re experiencing the soft brake pedal, it’s time to schedule an appointment.

If you’re experiencing any of the warning signs listed above, it is imperative that you schedule an appointment immediately. Brake problems are a severe safety concern and should be handled as quickly as possible. Thankfully, the brake experts at Lithia Chevrolet of Redding can help. Schedule an appointment with Lithia Chevrolet of Redding now to make sure your Chevy is completely safe driving.

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Weeding through the Fine Print: Common Car Insurance Myths That'll Cost You

Insuring your car is something you definitely have to do if you are a car owner. It would help you be in a better position against any unexpected damage or loss, for instance, even theft of the vehicle. Unfortunately, so many myths concerning car insurance are very common, and only a small percentage of drivers do not fall prey to them. Knowing what fact is behind these myths will let you make appropriate decisions regarding your coverage and be fully protected at the time when you need it most. Here are some of the more pervasive car insurance myths, with a closer look at what they can mean for your auto body repair services.

Myth 1: Full Coverage Means Everything Is Covered

The Reality

Maybe the most critical myth is that "full coverage" means everything that happens to your vehicle is covered. In fact, full coverage typically suggests coverage for liability and comprehensive/collision insurance. However, items will still be left uncovered. For example, in some cases, certain types of damage will not be covered at all. Additionally, what is covered in terms of auto body repair and paint near me is going to be on a case by case policy.

How You Can Help Yourself

First of all, you should read your insurance policy, what is covered and what is not. First and foremost, speak to your insurance agent about further coverage and what your options are if you have any questions. This way, when you bring in your vehicle for repair at a reputable auto body repair facility like Mander Collision & Glass, you will know exactly what needs to be done.

Myth 2: Your Insurance Follows the Driver, Not the Vehicle

The Reality

Most universal beliefs that many people have is that an auto insurance follows the driver and not the vehicle. However most policies are made to cover the vehicle. That essential means that the coverage is directed towards the car and not to who's driving. This basically means that if another party gets involved in an accident, then your insurance company could be responsible for covering the damages.

Make Sure the Person Borrowing Your Car Is Insured

Before you loan out your car to someone else, ensure that they have coverage under your policy; otherwise, you will be held liable for any damages or loss incurred. The same exists in the context of wanting to determine whether your policy contains a permissive-use provision that allows other drivers to be covered while driving your car with your consent.

The general belief has been that red cars cost more insurance, but there is no truth in that. Companies do not factor color of the vehicle as a determinant for setting premiums. What they factor in are: model and make of the car, age, and safety features found in the vehicle, and of course, the age of the driver, driving record, and where that person resides.

What You Can Do

While making a new car purchase, only factors responsible for affecting the insurance premium should be taken into account. The car would lead to a reduction in premiums that have a good safety rating and are equipped with all modern security gadgets, making it less vulnerable to theft. Getting the insurance quotes from several insurers could also help in finding proper coverage at an economical price.

Myth 4: Little Bumper Benders Don't Raise Your Rates

Fact

Most drivers assume small accidents, particularly those involving no other cars, have no impact on your premiums. In truth, even a small claim may drive up your rates, particularly if you have had two or more incidents within a short period.

What You Can Do

Weigh the long-term costs against any decision to file a claim for minor damage. If it's much closer to your deductible, then you might as well pay for it yourself to avoid the potential of getting your premiums raised. When you do need auto body repair, you should choose a reputable shop like Mander Collision & Glass to make repairs right and at a reasonable cost.

Myth 5: The Insurance Will Automatically Apply to Aftermarket Parts

The Reality

One of the appeals of driving a car is to get these accessories that improve its performance, or even scores of people who get their cars to look the part. The sad part, more often than not, is that these cannot be part of a normal policy of insurance. In fact, some insurers may deny claims related to aftermarket parts unless they are specifically listed in your policy.

What You Can Do

If any parts are installed post-purchase, it is best to divulge this information to the insurance company, making sure the added parts are covered by the insurance policy. It may add premiums, but that peace of mind you get will help you sleep better at night. When looking for a local auto body shop or paint shop, let them know which these aftermarket parts are so they can treat your vehicle appropriately.

Conclusion

It may look like car insurance has become a minefield for myths and misconceptions. Knowing the truth behind those makes you better equipped when making decisions on your coverage options and avoiding very expensive mistakes. Be it a minor fender bender or a massive collision, the right insurance and partnership with a reliable auto body repair service like Mander Collision & Glass will ensure your vehicle gets the proper fix.

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A Guide to Troubleshooting Electrical Glitches in Your Car With a Helping Hand from Mechanic Guru

The modern car is a marvel of engineering, with a complex web of wires and circuits powering everything from the engine to the infotainment system. But just like any intricate system, electrical glitches can occur, leaving you stranded or frustrated. Don't panic! This blog will equip you with the knowledge to identify and troubleshoot common electrical glitches in your car, potentially saving you time, money, and a roadside headache.

Recognizing the Signs: When Your Car Starts Acting Up

Electrical problems can manifest in a variety of ways, some subtle, others screaming for attention. Here are some common signs to watch out for:

Dimming or flickering lights: This could indicate a failing battery, alternator issue, or loose connection.

Dead battery: A classic sign of an electrical problem. The battery might be old, faulty, or not receiving a proper charge from the alternator.

Malfunctioning electronics: This could encompass anything from the radio going haywire to the power windows refusing to budge.

Strange smells: A burning electrical smell is a serious red flag and could indicate a short circuit or overheating component.

Check engine light: This light can sometimes illuminate due to electrical issues detected by the car's computer system.

Common Culprits: Diagnosing Electrical Glitches

While electrical problems can vary in complexity, here are some common culprits to investigate:

The Battery: The battery is the heart of your car's electrical system. A weak or dead battery can cause a multitude of issues. You can usually check the battery condition yourself using a voltmeter or by taking it to an auto parts store for a test.

The Alternator: This component is responsible for charging the battery while the engine is running. If the alternator fails, the battery won't get charged, leading to various electrical problems.

Fuses and Wires: Fuses act as safety devices, protecting circuits from overload. A blown fuse can cause specific features to stop working. Similarly, loose or corroded wires can disrupt electrical flow.

Grounding Issues: A car's electrical system relies on proper grounding to complete circuits. Faulty grounding connections can lead to erratic electrical behavior.

DIY Fixes vs. Seeking Professional Help

For simple electrical problems, like a blown fuse or a loose battery terminal, a DIY approach might be possible. Consult your car's owner's manual for fuse box locations and fuse replacement procedures. However, for more complex issues or those involving exposed wires or unfamiliar components, it's best to seek professional help from a qualified mechanic.

Here's where companies like Mechanic Guru can be your knight in shining armor. With a network of experienced mechanics (depending on your location), Mechanic Guru can diagnose and repair complex electrical problems efficiently, getting you back on the road faster. They can also handle preventative maintenance tasks like battery checks and corrosion cleaning, helping to prevent electrical gremlins from taking hold in the first place.

Finding a Mechanic Guru in Your Area:

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Preventive Measures

The best way to deal with electrical problems is to prevent them in the first place. Here are some preventative measures you can take:

Regular Maintenance: Follow the recommended maintenance schedule outlined in your owner's manual. This will include checks on the battery, alternator, and electrical connections.

Cleanliness is Key: Corrosion at battery terminals and ground connections can cause electrical problems. Clean the terminals periodically with a baking soda and water solution.

Beware of Modifications: Adding aftermarket electrical accessories can put extra strain on your car's electrical system. Ensure proper installation by a qualified mechanic.

By understanding the signs of electrical glitches, familiarizing yourself with common culprits, and taking preventative measures, you can keep your car's electrical system running smoothly and avoid those unexpected roadside breakdowns. Remember, when in doubt, a trusted mechanic is your best friend, and in some areas, Mechanic Guru can be that trusted resource!

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Before

I guess it's kind of an orange red, but those mirrors are not nearly as orange as that one shot had been.

If they're just now taking off the larusso auto plate does that mean that Johnny's been driving around for months without a liscense plate?

Miguel has a skateboard

This is kind of funny since it's the club Miguel lied to his mother and said he was instead of karate. Though it might be a reference to something else. Miguel also changed up his art and posters and moved things around a little.

The put a tape player in from Pioneer.

Custom molded snake lol. It's kinda cute.

He finally has a real license plate.

After

lol they're on friends street

I always enjoy the Miguel and Johnny opening.

I think this is confirmation that Robby sleeps on a couch and that it's a one bedroom where his mom has the bedroom. They don't even have a pull out bed.

Shannon came back for medication. Rick says he's taking her to Cabo-adjacent. She's been gone for a few days.

Robby was right to kick this guy, his friends Trey and mustache guy no longer with mustache are probably after him.

The next thing she grabs is more pills

They're in apartment 3

She says she'll call the next day.

Robby asks about bills because he doesn't and then it's cut off. I don't know if that's doesn't have enough money or the ability to do so.

Rick is supposed to pay that month.

All the photos of Mr. Miyagi's ancestors were in Okinawa. Did they bring those home with them after Tkk3? Because Daniel hasn't been back right?

Sam dear, the cutting yourself off and stopping what you want to say because of the people around you is one of the biggest issues you had at the start of your relationship with Miguel. Now you've added Robby to the mix.

The front of the house where all the parking is is dirt.

Mr. Miyagi has a white canoe (I think it's from the film or they're attempting the one from the film) and it's sitting out out front with the cars but opposite of the cars.

Daniel seemed to have realized sparring in the back with the giant rock is a terrible idea so they're up front with the cars with a sand circle.

Daniel's says it's been a long time since there's been more than one student in Miyagi-do. I wonder if he means he and Julie trained together at one point or counts that, or if he counts himself and Sam together. Or if he means all the way back to Sato and Mr. Miyagi.

Johnny's classes are an hour. He has a 4 pm class and a 5 pm class.

If I'm not wrong season 1 and 2 are the only times Johnny has money from this venture right? Where he's not scraping by?

That's an interesting landline also a good sturdy printer

Johnny gets a new term he's unfamiliar with and thinks prank call. He really needs Miguel to like help him with interactions.

I never noticed their pun food shirts before. I love it. Cobra Kai and Miyagi do truly break up all the childhood best friends. So far we've got Sam/Aisha (repaired temporarily), and soon Demetri and Eli, and eventually these two.

Also Hawk's nicknames are unoriginal, shithead 1 and shithead 2 aren't creative.

Aisha's choice is a little better (Though i mean still mean) Mary-kate and asshat.

Chris is such a sweetie, he held the door open for them last time and is stepping forward to introduce himself. Johnny these kids are getting mean, you gotta do some more work. Your chat only worked on Miguel. Ope, forgot Miguel had one too: Assface and douchebag. Do we not get the other kids name?

did I miss something? I don't remember Johnny saying yes to kreese. I guess that was supposed to be a leave you hanging and then he's back. I love his pointly little cowboy shoes.

Okay that's what I thought, Bert joins first. See I thought they were the other childhood friends but clearly not.

There's white cubbies in the corner seems like that's where the bags and shoes go.

I always assumed near the door, but I guess the entire floor isn't a mat just the center. And I'm honestly surprised how many people wear shoes over it when not in an actual lesson.

oh wait Kreese is being respectful of the mat. The red and black now I get where Johnny got his eagle fang color scheme from.

Kreese already taking advantage of the crumb Johnny gave him and encroaching. Tomorrow became today. He should've kicked Kreese out and told him to come back tomorrow.

Robby isn't wearing shoes to train, but Sam is.

Robby's kind of dressed Daniel-esq with the pants under his shorts.

Johnny introduces Kreese as a visitor which makes me think the agreement was he could come to one class and no more. Mr. Kreese is just an observer. Yeah he's trying to draw a line that Kreese walks right over.

The dab joke and the snake hiss

I originally thought was embarrassing for Johnny to have happened in front of Kreese. But also very telling of how much they love Johnny and the class. Because they had to have all practiced that. But then after the dallies seeing Kreese say fall in and all the cobras fall in a circle behind him giggling makes me think it's a time honored tradition for cobras to be a little silly.

However, as much fun as they're having, maybe not the best choice with a guest around.

I also feel like they're very good at telling Johnny's moods and Aisha going straight for the second punch being a joke seems a little out of character based on how they a. Know Kreese is there and b. know that Johnny's sounding kinda pissed off.

5am corner of Fulton and Raymer

To be fair I think if Johnny had explained who Kreese was they would've been much more serious. He did tell them to ignore Kreese, but at the same time he could've been someone trying to determine if they were good enough or if Johnny was a good enough sensei and whether their dojo would stay open or not. Like an inspector of sorts.

Emergency is at the North Hollywood location, which we haven't been to yet. Vic got taken by Tom Cole without letting there be a counter along with top two sales people during the last week of the month on purpose for timing. So Tom Cole is wasting money stealing Daniel's staff.

the North hollywood coffee station:

Amanda is right. Daniel said he could balance teaching and doing work. It's weird anyway that the kids are there to study from him during the day and that he can't be at work during the day. It's not like Shannon's home. And Sam is Daniel's daughter, so why not evenings after work? And this is a big thing that means they're short on people and Amanda needs Daniel there, the company needs him.

Sheila runs errands as well. He told Amanda to call Sheila to go get a suit from his closet, so I guess Sheila has a key to the house?

Even though his compromise is let's sell 10 cars in one day, it really does show how good Amanda and Daniel work together.

I am surprised they tried to sell the car in the showroom and not in one of the offices. I figured anyone would want that to be private.

To Danny and Mandy. It's interesting because I think the only one whose called him Danny other than himself in this moment is Terry Silver. Though that might've been Danny-boy.

The glasses they're drinking out of look weird. Almost like vases.

She told the service team they can go home early. What if there were more people who wanted to buy cars? Just because they met their quota for the month doesn't mean people have to go home or that they don't need to sell more cars.

Mechanic drops wheel in middle of floor, why other than to give Daniel an idea?

ah yes cement mixer my beloved/beloathed. I forgot the kids mix the cement themselves before hand.

Johnny's cement friend is named Cutter and the company is called Panorama City Cement

The goal I guess is to make them scared of cement, according to Kreese who seems disappointed that they're just mixing cement.

Cutter's only doing this because Johnny's paying off his bar tab, so they must be drinking buddies.

There is pretty much no food in Robby's fridge. But he drinks 2% milk. Though the milk jug is almost empty. He also had one microwave half eaten container and one take out container and one 7 up.

The keene apartment

Daniel this thing holds two bonsai's surely it'll also hold students, he says without testing it.

The poor Koi fish that live in there

This isn't particularly safe either. I know we tend to note all the unsafe stuff Johnny puts his students through, but the amount of rocks and stuff around and probably under that balancing board, not to mention how much algae and stuff is on the ground of that pond. Plus it's a floating wooden disc, you slip and that thing hits you in the head???? Not to mention the board is wet.

Pretty much both cobra kai and miyagi do students are making valid arguments for safety and all are being ignored.

Johnny should've started hosing the first batch of kids down long before they all got out.

Proud of Robby for being honest and transparent. Sorry for being snappy my mom left and missed some bills. I.e. the power went out and I've got no food and no parental unit.

Robby's house part 2:

Daniel should've told Johnny as soon as Sam told him.

Robby is eating Corn pops with water. At least the water hasn't been shut off. But still.

It looks like Robby or Shannon put up a white board calendar...outside their apartment???

Why? Also wish I could read it.

Daniel ready to adopt Robby.

Amanda: You have to talk to his parents, he has parents.

Daniel: I tried his mom.

Amanda: He also has a dad who you know.

Literally the way she's looking at him and speaking is like, I love you but you're a dumbass.

Monday 9-12 intermediate class (So longer than the 1 hour classes he mentioned over the phone)

Tuesday 407 Beginner class.

Wednesday 12 to something Advanced.

It must be summer or something.

In the next shot Beginner karate is smudged, so Kreese leaned against it.

Wednesday 12-3 Advanced training

Thursday 9-12 conditioning

Friday 10-2 outdoor training. So i guess every Friday he takes them on a field trip?

Saturday 9-12 eEginner

Sunday Open schedule

Frank owed dues.

Proud of Johnny for turning down free booze from Kreese (Tallboys)

Kreese wasn't originally supposed to come back the next day for a third lesson, but he's working on it for sure.

Miguel's got keys and bringing food over because Carmen doesn't want Johnny eating slim jims for breakfast any more. 😂

Johnny's added two new take out menus to his fridge and moved Robby's photo up to eye level.

Also how on earth can Miguel tell from a 2010 photo of Robby in soccer gear and glasses that that is Robby? Like if he flipped it over to the back and it said something like Robby Keene's soccer at such and such school for such and such team I'd get it. But I can't tell that's Robby so how can Miggy?

Kreese is being a dick to the mini mart owner who last we saw seemed to be on better terms with Johnny due to mutual unhappiness over rent being raised.

Kreese bought Johnny his favorite Coors but can version. How much money do you think Coors gave cobra kai to be Johnny's beer? It's in every episode. Do you think William Zabka actually has to drink it or do you think they fake the cans and bottles and put like soda in them or something?

Kreese's almost all of us could've meant silver until he said my condolences.

Johnny saying "you don't know what you're talking about man" is maybe the only standing up to himself he does. And he is being honest. Daniel is unaware of the situation.

Kreese moving in and Daniel not clocking the way he shrugs off Kreese's hand and moves away always gets me.

No Daniel, no. You came to ask if Robby could live with you or if he knew that Robby didn't have a home, but completely skipping that and not saying and it and just making assumptions...infuriates me. Yes you don't want Robby anywhere near Kreese, but also neither does Johnny. And Johnny has a right to know where Robby is and his situation. I believe this is has Robby been kidnapped part 3. Fueled extra by mongoose brain. I want to know how the conversation with Amanda goes after this. Like did you talk to Johnny? Yes. What did he say about Robby? We didn't talk about Robby. Honestly, Daniel should go in the dog house for that one. You can't just adopt/steal a kid without parental permission Daniel.

[dankusner]

Cedar Crest, ’48

CEDAR CREST SHOPPING CENTER, 2600 LANCASTER ROAD Grand opening for the Crest Theatre, on far right, was held on Tuesday, March 30, 1948.

Their large newspaper ad touted the Crest as Oak Cliff's newest theatre and featured "Cass Timberlane."

They were also proud of their off street parking with space for over 600 cars.

Looks like there was an A & P Food Store on the far left and a Wyatt Food store (or cafeteria) in the next building.

Possibly a Western Auto sign behind first group of buildings.

MONROE SHOPS AND THE INTERURBAN, 1916

Monroe Shops (near what is known today as Cedar Crest Golf Course) was where all the Interurban cars were brought for repair.

In the early years of the 20th Century, rail was the quickest and most profitable means of transportation in North Texas.

Steam rail lines connected Dallas to cities across the country, while street railways connected new neighborhoods within the city limits.

But neither of these provided reliable connections to the rapidly-industrializing, scattered communities in the region.

Instead, a new form of electric railway — the interurban — began linking rural areas to urban centers.

The first electric interurban railway in Texas opened in 1901 and connected Sherman to Dennison.

Shortly after, a line between Fort Worth and Dallas opened for service.

Over the next 20 years interurban lines stretched in every direction from Dallas, connecting the city to Denison, Fort Worth/Cleburne, Waco, Corsicana, Denton and Terrell.

Owned and operated by various private companies, fast and frequent service moved passengers, freight and mail to dozens of cities and created the region’s first commuter rail network.

Interurban vehicles — similar to streetcars of the era and powered by overhead electric wires — were flexible enough to travel on dedicated right-of-way in open countryside and streetcar tracks within cities.

Looking to reach communities south of Dallas, in 1913 Southern Traction Company opened both a Dallas-Corsicana and Dallas-Waco interurban line.

The need for a new, convenient maintenance facility led the company to build at Trinity Heights — four miles south of Dallas where the two lines met.

This new facility would also serve vehicles for Texas Traction Company, the Dallas-Denison line also controlled by the Strickland-Goodwin Management Association.

A few years later (in 1917) these two companies would merge operations and become known as the Texas Electric Railway.

The Monroe Shops opened in 1914 and quickly became the home to all heavy repair work for the interurban vehicles.

The 275-foot long red brick building featured a main bay with three tracks running the length of the building.

Along this bay was the inspection pit area and machine shop with tools for turning and repairing axels.

A large 15-ton box crane spanned the bay and ran along rails 21 feet above the floor, moving vehicles and equipment where needed.

The largest interurban operator in North Texas, the Texas Electric Railway had 250 rail cars operating over 226 miles of track.

Passenger service originated from the 1916 Interurban Building in downtown Dallas and freight service (initiated in 1928 to offset passenger declines) from a depot near Ferris Plaza.

The Depression and growth in automobile ownership took a toll on the interurban lines, and by 1942 Texas Electric was the last independent interurban line in Texas.

A major accident involving two passenger vehicles in 1948 sealed its fate: due to the high cost of safety upgrades for the system, passenger service ended on December 31st (freight service only lasted a little longer).

Texas Electric Bus Line continued servicing destinations, but the interurban vehicles were sold and the Monroe Shops closed. The interurban era in North Texas had ended.

[shivkunjautomotive]

Discovering the Best Car Mechanic Near Me: Your Ultimate Guide to Reliable Auto Repairs

Maintaining your vehicle’s health is crucial for ensuring its longevity and performance. Whether it’s routine maintenance or unexpected repairs, finding the best car mechanic near you can make all the difference. This guide will help you navigate the process of selecting a reliable auto mechanic, offering insights into what to look for, where to search, and how to ensure your car receives top-notch care.

Why Finding a Good Car Mechanic Matters

A skilled car mechanic is essential for several reasons:

Safety: Regular maintenance and prompt repairs ensure your vehicle remains safe on the road.

Cost-Effective: Preventative maintenance can save you money by addressing issues before they become major problems.

Performance: A well-maintained car performs better, providing a smoother and more efficient ride.

Longevity: Proper care extends the life of your vehicle, delaying the need for a costly replacement.

Steps to Find the Best Car Mechanic Near You

Leverage Personal Recommendations

Family and Friends: Ask your network for referrals. Personal experiences can provide valuable insights into the quality of service.

Community Groups: Online community groups and local forums can be great resources for recommendations.

Read Online Reviews

Google and Yelp: Check reviews on platforms like Google and Yelp to see what other customers are saying. Look for mechanics with consistently high ratings and positive feedback.

Social Media: Platforms like Facebook and Instagram can also offer reviews and testimonials from local customers.

Check Certifications and Credentials

ASE Certification: The National Institute for Automotive Service Excellence (ASE) certification is a mark of a skilled mechanic.

Manufacturer Certifications: If you drive a specific brand, check if the mechanic is certified by the vehicle manufacturer.

Evaluate Experience and Expertise

Years in Business: Mechanics with a long history in the business are often more experienced and reliable.

Specializations: Some mechanics specialize in certain types of vehicles or repairs. Choose one whose expertise matches your needs.

Visit the Shop

Cleanliness and Organization: A well-maintained shop often reflects the quality of work.

Equipment: Ensure the shop uses up-to-date diagnostic tools and equipment.

Customer Interaction: Pay attention to how staff interact with customers. Professionalism and clear communication are key.

Request Detailed Estimates

Written Estimates: Get detailed written estimates to understand the cost of repairs and services. This helps avoid unexpected charges.

Comparison: Compare estimates from multiple mechanics to ensure competitive pricing.

Inquire About Warranties

Parts and Labor Warranties: Reliable mechanics often offer warranties on their work, providing peace of mind and assurance of quality.

Consider Location and Convenience

Proximity: Choose a mechanic close to your home or workplace for convenience.

Availability: Ensure their working hours align with your schedule, and check if they offer services like pickup and drop-off.

Red Flags to Watch Out For

Lack of Certification: Avoid mechanics who cannot provide proof of their qualifications.

Poor Communication: Mechanics who are unwilling to explain issues or necessary repairs clearly.

Pressure Sales Tactics: Be cautious of mechanics who push for unnecessary repairs.

Negative Reviews: Consistently bad reviews and complaints are warning signs.

Building a Long-Term Relationship with Your Mechanic

Establishing a good relationship with your mechanic can lead to better service and reliability:

Regular Visits: Adhere to a regular maintenance schedule and follow the mechanic’s advice.

Clear Communication: Be transparent about your car’s issues and listen to the mechanic’s recommendations.

Provide Feedback: Constructive feedback can help improve the services provided.

Benefits of Having a Trusted Mechanic

A trusted mechanic offers numerous benefits:

Consistency: Familiarity with your car’s history leads to better, more personalized service.

Trust: Building trust with your mechanic ensures you feel confident in their recommendations.

Convenience: A long-term relationship can mean faster service and priority scheduling.

Utilizing Technology in Your Search

Modern technology provides several tools to assist in finding the best car mechanic near you:

Mechanic Finder Apps: Apps like RepairPal and Openbay allow you to compare mechanics, read reviews, and obtain quotes.

Online Forums: Car enthusiast forums can be a goldmine for recommendations.

Social Media: Leverage social media platforms to ask for recommendations and read reviews.

Conclusion

Finding the best car mechanic near you requires a blend of research, personal referrals, and careful evaluation. By following the steps outlined in this guide, you can ensure your vehicle receives top-quality care from a reliable professional. Remember, a good mechanic is an investment in your car’s future, providing safety, reliability, and peace of mind.

With a little effort and diligence, you’ll soon discover a mechanic who meets your needs and exceeds your expectations. Embrace the process and enjoy the benefits of having a dependable car mechanic by your side, ensuring your vehicle stays in peak condition for years to come.