#just 2 busses from here

[diah-the-demon]

told my mum i wanted to do more cosplay stuff soon (for pride).. turned out i forgot that she wont be in the country when thats happening :/

[agentsinopia]

yan coworker… <3

yandere coworker who was assigned to manage you as the company’s newest intern

yandere coworker who from the first conversation, knew you were different from everyone else working there

yan coworker who quickly learned your likes and dislikes, giving you the upmost respect (and attention) to differentiate himself from others

yan coworker who secretly works you overtime, insisting that now he has to give you a ride home since the busses aren't running this late

yan coworker who just can��t control himself from showering praises when you successfully complete another project or deal with a client

yan coworker who always seems to show up wherever you are around the office, whether that’s stepping out of the restroom or having a coffee break

yan coworker who won’t let you mingle with other coworkers too long, lest they take your attentions away from him

yan coworker who thinks he’s seen heavens gates when you walk into the office wearing a slightly scandalous outfit

yan coworker who insists he drives you home again, under the guise that he wants to discuss more work

yan coworker who finds himself invited inside your living space, shaking with excitement and desire

yan coworker who excuses himself to the bathroom, making sure to take photos of your hygiene products so his house could smell just like you

yan coworker who reluctantly respectfully leaves, intent on crossing the threshold once again, whether that was with you or behind your back

authors note: if you would like to see more yan coworker, leave a request in the ask box!

pt.2 here , Q&A Event

all works belong to and written by @agentsinopia

[cheriladycl01]

Ghost - Oscar Piastri x UnknownDriver! Reader Part 7

Plot: Reader is the first female F1 driver of the century, however no-one knows that as you are a ghost on the grid. You started in 2022, coming in P12 in the championship. You get moved to Red Bull Racing in 2023 with the off year for Sergio Perez.

Warnings: Talk of reader taking anti-depressants etc.

Things were … awkward with Liam after that, you were actively trying to avoid him along with everyone else on the race weekend. You were in the car, driving round the formation lap and you really couldn’t be bothered. Your engineer wasn’t communicating with you, you didn’t even know what strategy you guys were going for.

“Y/N, just doesn’t seem with it today does she?” One of the commentators asks looking at you were basically chugging along. Anyone watching would have thought you were in a Williams not a RedBull.

“No Karun I think she’s had a bad weekend all round, with the team and qualifying it’s just not felt like anything’s gone the way she would like” Crofty sighs and all of a sudden Max’s car starts slowing down.

The pack was still quite tight so even though you were 17th it didn’t take long for you to drive past Max’s car, completely out of reflex you stick your middle finger up at him. If this was DNF which it looked like it would be with the smoke coming out the car you now had reason to push.

“And Max Verstappen is OUT. He’s retired from the 2024 Australia Grand Prix” Crofty shouts.

“And what’s this, tension at RedBull, was I seeing that right or did Y/N stick her middle finger up?” Karun says replaying you driving past and from a few angles you can definitely see your middle finger rise spite the gloves being thick.

“I believe she did, I wonder what this means down at RedBull because all of a sudden it’s like Y/N has woken up and she’s off racing. Don’t worry guys, she was just warming up” Crofty says as he watches you go tearing around the corner.

You were picking up pace and in 6 laps you’d got yourself up to P12. A whole new wave of adrenaline washed over you and you were bussing. Your mind was going insane, no time to drink, no time for mistake. This right here was going to be your drive.

You pitted, with your own strategy at the same time as race leader Carlos Sainz, your Red Bull pit stop was also much quicker than his meaning you were released before him. This was great as now he was behind you, you had time to make up.

You looked after your tyres, making sure you kept your corners nice and clean and not bumping any track edges.

You’d eventually gotten yourself up into 6th place, and overtaking Stroll to get into P5 was say, but the gap to Oscar seemed too far.

“Gap to the McLaren?” You asked over radio.

“Which one?” You hear and if you didn’t have a helmet on and everyone could see your facial expression right now they would be laughing.

“What you mean which one? The one in front of me!” You say and some rustling occurs before you get your answer. 2.4 seconds. It was doable with 12 laps left. You overtook him with 6 laps left.

“What a phenomenal overtake from Y/L/N on Piastri and she’s not stoping there as she’s redeeming RedBull for todays race and she’s making sure McLaren aren’t up on that podium today. She’s overtaken Lando Norris and with that Carlos Sainz wins the Australian Grand Prix, Charles Leclerc makes that a 1-2 for Ferrari and Y/N Y/L/N completes the podium, after starting P17 and proving that RedBull need to extend her contract” Crofty screams as the race concludes.

As you pulled up in the podium spot, you sat in the car for a minute a little frazzled from the pushing you’d just done.

It isn’t until Lando comes and taps your helmet lightly that you look up at him with a soft smile, not that he could see it. You pull yourself up out the car and Lando pulls you in for a hug, patting your back before walking off to get weighed. Charles and Carlos come up to you, big grins on their faces.

“You did incredible!” Charles compliments and pulls you in for a hug, you take your helmet and balaclava getting weighed straight away as they both pull you over. You look over your shoulder noticing that none of the Red Bull team are there. It’s a sea of red, which you expected but you thought at least your race engineer and trainer would come along.

Not a Red Bull uniform in sight.

You went up onto the podium alone, a half assed smile on your face and Charles and Carlos were too caught up in celebrating their 1-2 with the mechanic who came up with them to take the Team Award left you spraying open air. You took a chug from the bottle off the the left while Charles and Carlos celebrated before spraying the Ferrari team below, what caught your eye, was in the sea of a red, a blue ad white RB hat. Over a head of blonde hair it was the unmistakable sight of Liam Lawson who was grinning up at you and waving happily.

He’d come to celebrate your podium, he was in fact the only one there celebrating for you. You send I’m a nod, that to Liam, spoke more than 1000 words but he knew from you was just a ‘thank you’ gesture.

You left Australia a little disheartened with the team, not having the energy to get into an argument with the team, Christian or Max. You ended up going back to the UK and staying with your parents for a while.

The worst thing about it all? No-one but Liam had reached out to you after the race. You’d even expected Lando to send you another congrats but no-one messaged you.

You felt so alone and you did the dumbest thing you think you’ve ever done and you went live on instagram. You were sat at your work desk in your spare bedroom in your parents house.

“Hey guys!” You try smile, but it comes out half arsed. Your team hoodie is pulled up over your head, covering your messy and unwashed hair.

“Why have I gone live? Erm, I’m not really too sure, I just come home to my parents and they’ve both gone to work so I’m kind of alone” you answer softly.

“Yeah, so I guess you guys can just hang with me? Ask me some questions, yeah I’d like that” you smile and you notice a comment that kind of shocks you.

“You haven’t seemed happy at all this year? What’s been going on?” You read and sigh.

“Don’t know just been a tough season, but it doesn’t matter we’ve had good results” you explain and loads of people start saying they want ghost back.

“Yeah, sometimes I want ghost back too guys” you sadly laugh, looking down before wiping across your mouth with he cuff of your sleeve.

“Room Tour? I can do that, there isn’t much here because this is y childhood bedroom guys so you can’t laugh at any of the stuff in here okay?” You say, happy that they’ve started to talk about normal topics again. You start to show them round your old room, showing the double bed, with the motorsport posters to the left, everyone in chat laughing over your Jenson Button poster. What you didn’t notice was your medical tube of anti-depressants on the side that got in shot as you were showing an old Grand Tour magazine you had.

‘Pills? Girlie you okay?’

‘Damn is she doping?’

‘Nah she got them meds, love a healthy girlie’

‘Bro no wonder both her and Lando get on so well’

Once you see the comments roll in you try to act as natural as possible but its like people know that your actively avoiding stuff about the pills.

“Okay guys I think that’s all I have time for today. But… I’ll see you next race weekend in Japan.

You got into bed after that curling up, overthinking how you could be so stupid as to not put them away and show them on livestream, while another man was just as shocked as the rest of the livestream viewers.

“Did you know?” Oscar messaged Lando immediately after he checked twitter and TikTok seeing people dig too far into your personal life by zooming in and blowing up the picture of the orange bottle to see the name of the meds.

Sertraline

After a quick google he knew what they were used for.

“No mate and I’m just as worried as you are” Lando replied and now Oscar couldn’t help but feel like he was all to blame for this. Everyone thought he was so calm and mature on track, but with you and the situation you guys faced he was anything but that and he regretted everything he said to you.

But he knew he wasn’t the only thing causing this, you were stronger than that, which is why he needed Lando’s help.

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[to-the-stars8]

A Table For Two

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters Ao3

Chapter 2

Jason leaned against the wall beside the restaurant’s entrance, his gaze flickering between you and the keys you fumbled for. You didn’t notice him until your eyes caught his, and you froze, unsure why he looked familiar. He seemed to pick up on your hesitation. Stepping away from the door, he made a subtle, unspoken gesture of reassurance: I’m not a threat.

Then it clicked—he was the guy from yesterday. You muttered a stiff “Good morning” and turned to unlock the door, your movements still a little guarded.

“Good morning,” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

You glanced over your shoulder before pushing the door open. Stepping aside, you waited for him to enter, only following a minute later. Flipping a switch, the restaurant came to life. It was your basic family-owned Italian restaurant with the red and white tablecloths, accompanied by wooden chairs. On the wooden-paneled walls were black and white photos of great Italian-Americans and some of Nicky’s actual family. Your shoes squeaked against the black and white floor tiles as you crossed the dining room to the back office. 

“Where am I goin’,” Jason asked, turning back to you. 

You pointed to the left, where there was a door labeled ‘Employees Only’. He shook his head, laughing a little at himself, before he pushed through the door. Nicky was sitting there at the desk, his thick black glasses sitting low on his nose, taking his time to finish some paperwork.

“Hey, boss,” Jason said, leaning against the doorframe. 

You scooted around his big frame to clock in. 

Nicky let out a long, tired sigh before slowly turning around, clearly annoyed. He gave Jason a once-over, taking in his attire. He wasn’t wearing anything inappropriate. Jason wore a black t-shirt that fit snug across his chest and dark grey jeans that clung just enough to draw your eye.

You caught yourself staring. Great. Real smooth.

“I’ll be sweeping the foyer if you need me,” You mumbled bashfully, quickly moving out of the office. 

Nicky called your name, and you reluctantly stopped right next to Jason. Faintly, you could smell cigarette smoke mixed with mint. Taking off his glasses, Nicky threw them onto the table as he spoke, “I think it’s gonna be a pretty fast day, so Jack–”

“It’s Jason, boss.”

Nick huffed at the correction, but continued. “Jason will be following you around for a bit since we don’t have a busser to train him. He doesn’t need to know all the server lingo, but he needs to know the basics of bussing.”

“Sure thing,” You said with a forced smile.

Nicky motioned for Jason to take a seat in the empty chair against the wall, more than likely about to hand him a mountain of paperwork. As he brushed past you, you caught his eye—and immediately felt your cheeks heat like you'd been caught doing something embarrassing.

Blushing at some random stranger. Professionalism at its finest.

You spun on your heel. “Gonna…go do my opening duties now,” you muttered, power-walking out of the office like it owed you money.

Opening duties. That was safe. Not full of men with stupid green eyes and stupidly thick thighs.

By the time Jason emerged from the office, he had Nicky smiling and clasping him on the shoulder–A stark contrast to yesterday and this morning. You were cutting lemons, the citrus stinging faintly where you'd nicked your finger earlier, when your boss approached. He said your name in the same loud, booming tone he always had. 

“Kiddo, you think you could take Jason here and introduce ‘im to everyone? We got about,” He paused to look at his watch. “An hour to open.”

You wiped your hands down the front of your apron, eyes flickering to the front door for a brief moment before you nodded, smiling. “Sure thing. Follow me, Jason.”

Jason thanked Nicky with a handshake, and your boss, now clearly pleased with him, clapped him on the shoulder. As you walked, you thought about starting a conversation—Just to get a feel of him, but you choked on your words. Fuck, what had come over you?

“Hey, guys, the new busser is here,” You said in a sing-song voice as you passed through the swinging doors. There were two women and two men who worked the back of the house, not including the dishwasher. “Jason, these are our line cooks, Hayley and Justin. Our sous-chef is Isobel, and Lamar, our head chef.”

“Nice to meet you, my guy,” Justin said, before pointing to his biceps. “You’re ripped as hell, what’s your workout routine?”

Jason smiled and flexed his arms a little. For your own sake, you didn’t look. 

“Weights, pull-ups—Ya know, the works,” Jason answered smoothly. 

You were quick to change the subject by bringing him back out to the floor. You passed up Barney, an older man who was always grumpy, and passively introduced him. Barney couldn’t have cared less about Jason, and only grumbled incoherently. 

Amira, who was wiping down the tables, lit up when she saw Jason. Completely abandoning what she was doing, she hurried over. “Oh, hi!” 

Jason glanced at you, hoping you’d remind him of her name. Briefly, you thought about teasing by not telling him, but found that you couldn’t. “Amira, you obviously remember Jason.”

“Nice to see you again, Amira,” He said sweetly. 

She flashed a smile that you knew was bait. Fortunately, Jason didn’t seem to care or notice, only nonchalantly commenting on how he liked her tattoo. Amira’s smile faltered a little, but that wouldn’t deter her. She liked the game of cat and mouse. 

“What does dear old Nicolas have you doing now,” She asked, fiddling with the end of one of her braids. The question was clearly directed at Jason, but you didn’t notice.

You answered absent-mindedly, “Oh, I’m just showing Jason around, and then we’ll get into starting the day.”

You turned to look up at him, half-expecting him to confirm that he understood you. His eyes gave you a once over like he knew what you looked like with your clothes off before he agreed with a slow nod. 

Sucking in a breath, you turned back to Amira. “Elena in yet?”

“Right here!” Elena interjected hurriedly, crossing the floor towards your little group. She looked frazzled—eyes a touch too wide, shoulders wound tight. “I need this place spotless, and the table near the window prepared. Now.”

Your heart sank a little. “Who’s coming in?”

Closed her eyes and pursed her lips, like she was mentally preparing to say his name. Finally, she rushed the name out of her mouth like it would burn her tongue. “Cobblepot. In twenty minutes.”

Oh. That was news. 

You turned on your heel and made a beeline for Nicky’s office, where he was, unsurprisingly, stalking his ex-wife on Facebook. Again. Jason trailed behind, whispering, asking what was going on, but you ignored him. 

“Nicky?” You said, and the man whirled around in his chair. “We got Mr. Cobblepot coming in for an early lunch, should I stick Jason with Barney while I serve him?”

Nicky’s eyes widened. He jumped to his feet, threw his glasses on, yanked them back off, and started pacing in circles, clearly searching for his tie. Not that it was a surprise he wasn’t wearing it. Nicky hated anything that felt like a noose. 

“Yes. Yes! Stick ‘im with Barney. Fuck! We don’t open for a fuckin’ hour! The bastard,” Nicky said loudly, before he stopped. “Sorry, honey, don’t mind me. I got the tongue of a sailor, ya know?”

“It’s okay, Nicky, I got it,” You said, already backing up out of the office. 

Jason waited until you were clear of the office before leaning in close. “Okay, seriously. What’s going on?”

You glanced around, then pulled him toward the server station, voice low.

“So. Little Gotham trivia for you,” You said with a huff. “We’re in this weird little part of the city that nobody really has control over—Not even Red Hood. Since that’s the case, we get a bit of the city’s most prolific mob bosses. They’re usually chill. Unless, they’re making up for something…like Cobblepot.”

Jason stared blankly at you, and you assumed he was processing the information. After another second, he blurted out, “Oh.”

You nodded. “Oh, indeed, my friend. It’s fine. We’re fine.”

It was not fine.

[trainsinanime]

Trains in Miraculous Ladybug - The Season 6 Tram

Part 1: The Metro Train

Part 2: The Metro Station

Part 3: Startrain

Part 4: The Gare du Nord

Part 5: The Bus

It's a new season, and we got a new art style, new trains, buses, cars, villains and anxieties in the world of Miraculous Ladybug! Mostly trains, of course!

At the end of season 6, the right person got elected mayor, which immediately transformed Paris into a wonderland of walkable urbanity and plentiful urban transit, even more so than before. That's literally canon. As part of that, the city has gotten trams. A lot of them. And they're weird. Time to restart this series of posts that I thought I'd finished long ago!

This will only focus on the trams we see, because there's just one episode out yet, "The Illustrhator". This will contain spoilers for what happens to the trams there. There is also a new bus that we see very briefly, but I'm hoping other episodes will tell us more about that.

The Vehicle

The trams we see are single four-axle vehicles. Yes, four axles, we do get to count them.

The design looks like they're individual small wheels rather than connected axles, which is a common design that has its advantages and its drawbacks. The floor tram is entirely at one level, seemingly about 30-40 cm above rail height.

We do get to see its interior as well. Nice big windows, different seating layouts, a big wheelchair area, and readers for Navigo RFID tickets at all doors. And, interestingly, fold-down seats, which are a feature on older Paris metro rolling stock.

We get a tiny hint of the inside of the cab as well. According to the display, we're going forward, and we're on line T3A towards Porte De Vincennes. And we're going 70 km/h.

There is actually a real-life Paris line T3A that does terminate at Porte De Vincennes (where you can change for the T3B), and I want to talk more about that, but before we can go there I need to talk about the rear of the train first. It has an open platform!

The rear platform

Don't worry about it being raised in the air here, that's just because the tram is currently falling down because the bridge is collapsing.

But don't worry, that is not a supervillain thing, the bridge just did that on its own, that's perfectly fine…

…right? The characters treat it like it's perfectly fine that this bridge just partially collapses without any supernatural interference, but, uhm, I have concerns. Questions even. Frankly I'm far more worried about that than about any supervillains. Alya and Nino later interview the mayor, and they completely ignore that a city bridge collapsed while a tram was going over it.

Sorry, I keep getting distracted. The rear of the tram has an open platform, which looks silly, is silly, is completely unrealistic, and I love it! See, while I am not aware of any trams like that, unless you count partially open ones like the San Francisco Cable Cars, but those are not quite the same.

However, there is a precedent for this platform, because Paris has a long history of city buses with such platforms. A good example is the Renault TN series

Picture from Wikimedia Commons, taken in 1950 by Sven Goliath, published by the Stockholm Transport Museum Commons

These were mostly a thing in the 1930s, but then got brought back in limited numbers in the 1960s after a Saviem SC10 had an accident that destroyed most of its rear, and RATP decided to be funny while rebuilding it. Later Saviem built these busses in series.

Picture from Wikimedia Commons, Tumblr won't let me link to the actual page there but it's on the Wikipedia article, taken by Sauvabus (bus historical association), published under CC-BY 4.0 international

All buses since then have put their engine at the rear, which has a lot of benefits, but also means it's right where this platform would go, so this has fallen out of fashion. Today you can only experience it when the one private transport museum near Paris has its monthly opening day, which is something I really need to visit one of these days. Here's a video showing the experience:

So there is precedent for this rear platform. Does it serve any purpose? Not really. Is it fun? Absolutely! And that's all it was on the Saviem SC10 as well, really. I love this platform. It's historic, it's quirky, it's fun, it's great.

The show definitely aims for a retro-futurist vibe now, seen e.g. in cars, like this modern take on the Citroën DS:

This modern take on this 60s and 70s legendary classic is what the modern DS brand should do, instead of their array of generic boring SUVs. Anyway, I'm not going to go too far into that, if I start talking about the cars in Miraculous Ladybug I'll never stop (yo is that a modern Peugeot 504? They literally modernised Aphrodite from Only Murders in the Building!). But I will say that this detail matches nicely.

The Infrastructure

Look at that station! Gorgeous! The designers of this show have created a tram stop in the style of the famous Guimard metro entrances, with their beautiful Art Nouveau design. That's amazing. I wish real tram stops in Paris look like that.

As for the tram stop itself, it's a low floor island platform with walkways to the sides, which matches modern standards for new tram stops worldwide. The track has gras planted on it, which is also common and popular, as it helps absorb noise, water, heat and pollution and it just looks nice. Yes, side platforms are more common, but this is still what a modern urban light rail network can and should look like. The only thing unrealistic about it is how pretty it is.

It should be noted that there's no overhead lines here, so the trains are powered by batteries, probably. That, or hydrogen, but a hydrogen tram would be a supremely bad idea, nobody would ever build something like that…

…except for Hyundai for some reason.

God that thing annoys me by its very existence. Hydrogen is expensive and will remain expensive for the next few decades, and this is what you're spending it on? A tram!? Trams should run with overhead wires. That's the good thing about a tram, you know where it's going to be, so you can put a wire there to give it power, and then you don't have to worry about batteries or hydrogen storage or whatever…

Sorry, I got distracted. Anyway, no overhead lines is realistic, and if they ever say, "it's a hydrogen tram" in future episodes, that'll be realistic too, even if it shouldn't be.

Instead let's look at this!

Closer…

Yeah! They finally fixed the metro map! The old one was an unholy mess of lines that didn't match anything (which I complained about before), but this one clearly has the Seine flowing through Paris as it should, with the island in the middle. The transport lines on it don't seem to match anything I can recognise, neither Metro nor RER, but let's just assume they are the new tram lines that happen to go this way.

Compared to the real thing

Real-life Paris abandoned trams in the 1930s already, being a negative trend-setter there. It didn't help that trams were limited to lower top speeds than buses were at the time. However, since the 1990s, trams have made a huge comeback in the Paris region.

(Aside: Note that I say the Paris region. There's only really one tram line in Paris itself (plus a few stops from the other ones). Where Berlin or London absorbed most of their suburbs at some point in the 20th century, Paris didn't, so the actual Paris part of the Paris region is surprisingly small. That's why Paris has both far fewer and way more inhabitants than e.g. Berlin, depending on what you count.)

Anyway, the tram lines in Paris mostly serve the suburbs, providing tangential connections from one suburb to the next so you don't have to take the metro or RER into the city centre, change at fucking Châtelet-Les Halles, and ride back out again. A unique feature of the the tram network is that each line is separate, with its own tracks and maintenance facilities, and at times very different technologies used. Most of the tram lines don't connect to other tram lines at all, each line is just out there doing its own thing. And since they're out in the suburbs, as a tourist you're unlikely to ever see one if you don't go looking for it.

The exception to that is the T3, divided into T3A and T3B, which runs in a 3/4 circle around Paris along the outer boulevards. The final quarter is where rich NIMBYs live, so it'll be a while until the circle gets closed, I fear.

This actual T3 is run with long bi-directional vehicles with no open platform anywhere in sight, and pleasant but considerably more boring stations. It does have green track (meaning with grass) in many places, though, and it has overhead wires.

In Paris, the trams are used as very long buses (with some overlap with really tiny metros) in underserved areas. Serving areas outside the city core is really the main thrust of Paris transit development at the moment, with a 200 km metro extension, the Grand Paris Express, being built exclusively to better connect the suburbs. This mega project is one of the coolest things happening in public transport anywhere in the world at the moment. The trams augment this.

I do actually think that some trams in Paris's city centre could make sense, to replace the busier bus routes. And there are definitely thoughts about that, but with all the money going towards doubling the size of the Metro, I don't think we'll see that very soon.

The verdict

I like that tram. I don't think it's what Paris would actually have, a longer articulated bidirectional model without a rear platform would make more sense, but I love the quirkiness of it. This season is off to a good start.

[bisexualmcqueen]

may i offer this thought for the feral racers hc

racecars are like loyal little guard dogs (not little at all. those are metal beasts) with the people they love. they just kinda like. imprint on people and its like an immediate switch to feral mode when they perceive threat and danger to loved one. and they do that thing where they try and make themselves bigger to intimidate enemies.

idk if its something similar like this has posted about or discussed before but uh yeah. the feral racers hc just kinda read to me as racecars being like dogs. wolves. instinctually wild animals. i like how strip and doc being particularly old veterans translates into them being Extra Dangerous or Extra Feral, something like that. though i dont even think racecars get normaller the newer/younger. i think the next gens are just a different flavor of freak (i.e. chewing, zoomies) like they're domesticated sort of in a way

YES YES exactly

ok many thoughts. lets see here

so ive been thinking about this and. the thing is. that part of what makes this headcanon so fun is that theres actually canon precedent, in a way.

Lightning for example. is crazy protective. like instantaneously. zero forethought, action only, putting himself between the Danger and the Friend.

some examples:

in cars TVG, Chick hires the DRH to rob Mack so Lightning will be without supplies for the upcoming race. when Lightning hears that Mack was very upset about it from Sheriff, he gets so pissed off he takes to the streets, tracks the DRH down, and proceeds to spend all night chasing and beating the shit out of them until they drop his stuff. not because he was Robbed, but because they Upset Mack.

i think its funny that Sheriff doesnt say Anything. he just nods in agreement. ...not that i think Sheriff could have stopped him though. Lightning is sort of Insane about Mack. Mack is the greatest. [two quality versions. one oldschool for nostalgia and one more HD]

in the comics (admittedly ive only read in sections), Mater was beefing with Bubba, Lightning also started to get pissed off at Bubba being rude + protective of Mater:

i dont know if Lightning would be good at fighting or get his ass beat terribly. either way, i want to watch.

next up is my favorite example: the thunder hollow crazy 8 race. Lightning LEAPS in to help Cruz several times. it is my fucking Favorite.

HERDS HER BACK OUT ONTO THE TRACK

and then he jumps in front of a speeding attack-bus and takes a metal sawblade to the drivewheel for her. NO thoughts, head empty, protect Cruz. love this man. apparently, type-c school busses can be between 10-20,000 pounds. crunch.

and my last example on this topic: the radiator springs 500 1/2:

these racers show up in town looking for trouble. its supposed to be a silly little western parody, but in terms of this headcanon it comes off as territorial as hell imo. wdym other racecars show up at his house to fight him. hello. and then they insult Stanley, which deeply upsets Lizzie:

cue getting their asses kicked by mcqueen. that is HIS freaky old woman.

[i love this short]

so yeah. my terrible guard-dog-horse-thing-car.

Doc is largely The Same:

14 billion KEEP OUT signs. shooing Lightning away from his friends family because he is A Perceived Danger. another racecar standing in his lawn barking. yeah. you territorial old wet rag.

I agree with what you said its very in line with the vibes of the headcanon yes. true and real. def like dogs/wolves, and i personally try to throw some cat/horse stuff in there too. again, i blame being an x-men/wolverine fan.

a few other tidbits from source material for funsies:

^that ones wallpaper, apparently. for like a Room. in a house. my cars wallpaper merch thats 2018 xrs drag racing diecast merchandise.

Doc was so amped to do racecar stuff again he wakes Lightning up in the middle of the fucking night to run around in circles with him the moment he shows back up in town.

they lost Guido in the fucking sand.

Cars Origins: Struck By Lightning quick aside: "everyone's going to think something is wrong with me" Lightning these are not mentally stable thoughts im so sorry.

second topic: generational/evolutionary differences.

first of all i would like to point out that my basis for strip especially being some sort of craazzy toothy freak is entirely the headcanon of @youhavehitawall that i adopted out of coolness. non has some lore about the weathers that explains it, but basically it boils down to a repeated expression of racecar genes getting more pronounced the more generations it travels down (so long as its an expressed gene).

now for the nextgens (funny calling them that in 2025. theyre all in their 30's lmfao. not saying thats 'old', but they arent rookies anymore, damn does time fly). [disclaimer: dont quote me on this, my knowledge is an approximation] in real life NASCAR, they used very old technologies right up until about 2012. carburetors, leaded gasoline, 4-gear h-box frontend transaxles, reticulating ball steering, etc. most of these things vanished from the dealership road cars between the 60's and the 90's. Meanwhile cars like Lightning and Cal are still running this stuff in the mid-aughts. so when the nextgens came along, they showed up with fuel injection, e85 15% ethanol fuel, 5-speed sequential rear-mounted transaxels, rack-and-pinion steering, bigger aluminum wheels, bigger calipers, and less ground clearance/more areo, there was a very sudden and massive shift in what sort of technology was being run in the piston cup. tech-wise, Lightning +co were very similar to cars like Chick and even Strip. the change in tech could be a good marker for other genetic shifts too. cars change much, muuuch faster generation-to-generation than mammals. its Moore's Law in a way: theyre machines. add that to the incredible 12-week turnaround in which every team booted their driver and replaced them with a 'nextgen', and ive had to spend some time wondering Why? why??? thats brutal! Doc certainly warned us, but goddamn. imagine if that happened mid-season in any real sport! holy shit! (i still want to know more about the fan's reactions to this...) in the context of this headcanon, i Also wonder about what you said, the nextgens being feral in a little bit of a 'different' way. maybe theyve got easier-to-handle temperaments; an added bonus to their overall higher speeds+better track times. uhm. Jackson being the temperament-outlier here, maybe.

to be fair, he did get fired after throwing too many fits.

Cars Origins: Storm Chasing

But yes... racecars!! they are a lottt to handle. the driver AND the incredibly powerful machine mashed into one?? hooo boy. honestly i am a bit fearful of racecars irl. very loud, very fast, smell bad, they breathe fire, etc. why not reconcile that by making the talking ones into Beasts. theyre already crazy, already quadruped, my brain just starts assigning horse/wolf to them. and some of it comes down to me loving logan-wolverine tropes. protective growly little guy with pointy teeth. yeah can i get 5 more of these little fanged bitches.

ok i have to stop yapping now this turned out quite long, but i still have Things to Say about this headcanon/worldbuilding. i didnt even get into the amazing bonds racecars seem to have with their teams/families (the 'imprinting' thing you mentioned!). very fun!!

thanks for the ask!!

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(Continuing the rant)

(2) As could have been predicted, as soon as people moved onto the freeway, the cops declared the demonstration an unlawful assembly, called out the riot squad and also called for reinforcements from the Highway Patrol (the California equivalent of the state police) and the Country Sheriff's office. Things went downhill from there. There was mass vandalizing of not just symbols of the state but anything that people could get their spray cans aimed at. Fires were set. Tear gas was launched by the cops. The whole thing became a big mess. In truth, I don't see how any of that accomplished anything other than making a few people feel like they were tough. Kindly tell me how I'm wrong in that opinion. I'm older than most people on Tumblr and I've been on the left for a long time. In fact, coming from a left family, it's no exaggeration to say I've been going to demonstrations quite literally since before I was born, as my mother told me how she went to demos when she was pregnant with me. I'm also not non-violent. I believe that under certain circumstances, violence is forced on us and it's the only way to accomplish what we need to accomplish. But I don't idealize violence and I don't see it as a social good but rather, as something that circumstances compel us to use. It's beyond me how looting stores and setting public busses on fire or burning the news vans of local TV stations advance any progressive cause. It's beyond me to grasp how blocking a freeway during rush hour does anything other than piss off a bunch of working class people driving home after a long, hard day at work. Last time I checked, stressing out workers wasn't a revolutionary act. If I'm not getting something here, kindly let me know.

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Chapter 19: A Date With Ghost pt 2

Pairings: Poly141xOC, GhostxOC

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, SMUT, fingering (f receiving), P in v sex, unprotected sex (dont do this), predator/prey dynamics, hunting (shes literally being chased), loss of virginity, slightly dark Ghost

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this chapter to be honest. I feel like it could be a lot better but I’m still sick, my son is sick, which has resulted in A LOT of meltdowns so this Mama is exhausted honestly. (he’s 3 with Autism so we have FUN here lmao) 

Forgot to add this when I posted last night but thank you @phoenixstark1708 for the idea for her capture. They linked a TikTok on chapter 18 that gave me the idea. ❤️

Aurora sits crouched in the small room she had chosen to hide in, her senses on alert as she strains to scent or hear any evidence that Ghost was in the mansion. As she sits there she feels a small buzz in the back of her head, a long-forgotten feeling of her inner Omega bristling, trying to communicate with her. Aurora shakes her head as she tries to will the feeling away, her inner instincts trying to break out at this archaic ritual. The bussing in her head grows louder until she finally shuts her eyes, leaning into the feeling to try and figure out what it is. Suddenly the feeling is gone and her head is clear. When she opens her eyes she almost gasps, everything is clearer. Her vision has changed, it seems sharper, her sense of smell is much stronger, and she can catch a faint whiff of tobacco in the air. As she listened she could hear muffled footsteps, he was trying to be quiet as he moved around the house. As she’s focusing Aurora can smell her scent slowly dying down, as if she was masking it herself.

A dark chuckle rings out through the house, far enough away that if it weren’t for her instincts kicking in she wouldn’t have heard it. “So you’re giving in to you’re inner Omega finally I see.” Ghost’s voice growls, echoing off the walls of the empty mansion. “No matter, I will still catch you, and when I do Little Omega you’ll wish you had come crawling to me sooner.” Aurora stiffens at his words as she listens to him moving downstairs, still two floors below her as she tries to even out her breathing. A small metal clink can be heard as if he was shaking something. “If it takes more than an hour to find you I’ll be using these Little One. It’s a shame, that nice bedroom is just waiting for us. I even brought blankets from all of our pack mates to try and make it cozy for you.” He growls out and Aurora feels her nerves begin to take hold as she realizes the clinking sound was handcuffs of some sort.

The comments from Ghost stop as he continues to slowly move through the mansion, checking each room thoroughly. Aurora glances at the time, it’s been almost an hour since her timer went off. As she’s putting her phone away she freezes, a noise almost too quiet to hear down the hall. He had reached her floor. Aurora keeps her scent in control as she silently moves to the hidden back staircase, the one that leads straight to the basement, she assumes it was once a servant’s staircase based on the small and precarious stairs. She slowly begins to walk down them, pausing frequently to listen to Ghost moving about the floor she just left. She reaches the basement and takes a moment to breathe, her senses in overdrive as she hears his heavy footfalls echoing on the floors above her. She takes a moment to consider her options before moving to the small cellar door. She silently pushes it open thankful the hinges seemed to be well-oiled to keep them from squeaking. She stays low to the ground as she ascends the stairs into the daylight. As soon as she’s outside she presses her back against the wall.

The part of the house she had last heard Ghost in faced the opposite way from the forest, but she couldn’t be sure he hadn’t moved since then. After a few moments, she takes a deep breath before bolting towards the forest. As she nears the tree line she hears it, a crash inside the mansion followed by a growl. She doesn’t dare look back, assuming the sound meant he saw her bolting and was frantically trying to make his way outside. Once she hits the dense cover of the trees she continues to run, pushing herself until her lungs burn. Once she cannot run anymore she stops and looks around. She finds a tree with low enough branches and begins climbing. Once high enough she leans over and takes the branch of another tree and begins moving through the tops of the trees until she reaches one that she knows Ghost will not be able to climb. She wraps her legs securely around the large branch and leans back, allowing herself to rest a moment, keeping her breath even to prevent making noises that would alert the Alpha chasing her.

After a few moments, she hears, heavy footfalls moving through the forest. In a normal situation, she’s highly aware he would be silent, moving without noise, but in this situation, he does not need to be silent. He may not have her in his hands yet, but he knows he’s won. In the forest, he will win, whether Aurora wants to admit it or not. She hears him moving closer to her perch, but he hasn’t spotted her yet thankfully. She can hear the deep rumbling growls leaving his cheat as he walks, sniffing like a bloodhound for any inkling of her scent. Aurora watches him move, her instincts in overdrive as she takes in the hulking form of the Alpha. Her inner Omega preens slightly, the idea that it would soon be mating with this Apex Alpha is something that makes her happy. Aurora can tell, based on the telltale slickness gathering between her thighs at the idea of what is to come once she’s caught, but no matter how aroused she may be, she isn’t going down easily.

“Little One, I know you’re nearby. We’ve been at this for a while now, keep it up and the sun will set soon. I can’t imagine how well you’ll manage once it gets dark.” Ghost growls as he walks through the woods, eyes scanning for any evidence of the Omega he’s hunting. Aurora watches as he unknowingly passes right under her perch, her head cocking to the side as she watches him continue walking, a smile on her lips as he continues walking away from her. Aurora waits until he’s been passed her perch for a while before she checks her phone. She had arrived at the mansion at 1200, the hunt started at 1400, and it is now nearing 1800 at this point. (12 pm, 2 pm, 6 pm) The sun would be setting soon, as evidenced by the diminishing sunlight, the dense tree cover not helping at all. Once she knows she’s clear Aurora slowly drops down from her perch, her hips and back tight from having clung to the tree for so long. She glances at the way Ghost walked and turns to head East from her current location.

As she walks she’s listening for any sign that Ghost is nearby. After almost half an hour she. Freezes, the wind sending the faintest scent of tobacco her way. She whirls around and through the dark trees she sees it, the skull print mask peaking out of the shadows. A loud growl is heard as Aurora turns and begins running, her feet frantically covering the forest floor as she runs, her lungs burning with the exertion. When she hears a loud growl behind her she falters and trips, hitting the ground hard. She flips over onto her back to see Ghost stalking towards her. She scrambles backward on her hands, kicking her feet that continue to slide in the leaves and dirt. Ghost lets out a chuckle as he approaches her. He reaches up and pulls the hard plastic mask off, tossing it to the side to reveal the lower face mask he wears, a skull design painted on it. As she scrambles backward Ghost stalks closer until her back hits a tree trunk and she stares at him. In an instant his gloved hand is reaching out, grabbing the front of her sweater as he cocks his head to the side, looking over her body with a dark chuckle.

”You thought you could outrun me Little One?” He growls out with a laugh as he releases her sweater, she falls back slightly, her back colliding with the tree as she stares up at him. “You’re mine now.” He growls out, causing a small whimper to leave Aurora’s throat. His hand darts out again to grab her sweater as he stands, pulling her with him until she’s standing staring up at him. She can see the dark gleam in his eye as he cocks his head again before he bends and grabs her, throwing her over his shoulder as he turns and heads back towards the mansion. Aurora’s heart is pounding in her ears as she watches the forest disappear behind them.

Ghost opens the door to the master bedroom and practically throws Aurora onto the large bed. She lands with a bounce in the mountain of blankets, all smelling like a mix of every member of the 141 pack. She stares up at Ghost with wide eyes, her nervousness obviously as he shuts the door and watches her. He slowly begins removing his gloves, and his gear as he keeps his eyes on her, almost as if he expects her to bolt at any time. Aurora watches him as her arousal grows with every inch of skin that is revealed. He finally stops when he’s standing in just his mask and a pair of black boxers. There’s a small moment where they just stare at each other before he moves, stalking towards where she’s sitting on the bed. He reaches out, using his hand to lift her chin so she meets his eyes. “Are you sure you want this Little One?” He says, almost so quietly she doesn’t hear it. Aurora gives a small nod before Ghost releases a warning growl. His hands move to grip her chin as he stares down at her. “Say it.” He growls out as she stares up at him. “Yes…Alpha.” She says quietly, tacking on the last bit at the end, but she’s glad she does as she watches his pupils dilate at her words as a low growl escapes his chest.

He reaches up and pulls the mask up to reveal his mouth before he's descending upon her, their lips meeting tentatively at first as if he’s giving her a chance to still back out before he nips at her bottom lip and wrapping a hand around the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. Aurora whimpers as his tongue prods at her lips begging for entrance and when she slowly parts her lips to allow it he groans. His hand moves from her chin down to the hem of her sweater, his other hand joining it as he slowly begins to lift it, before they break apart so he can pull it completely off and toss it into the pile with his clothes. He looks down at her and lets out a small chuckle as he notices the bra she has on has skeleton hands framing the cups, looking like a skeleton was holding her breasts. He attaches his lips to hers before slowly kissing a line down her jaw to her neck as he places a leg on the bed and slowly pushes her back until he’s hovering over her. He uses one hand to hold himself up as the other moves down her stomach to the waistband of her leggings, a whine leaving her throat as he runs his finger along the outside of her leggings.

”I can feel you through these leggings and your panties Little One. You’re soaked for me aren't you?” He growls as he sits up slightly so he can yank her leggings and underwear off before he reaches behind her to undo her bra, flinging that across the room as well. He sits up on his knees as he looks down at her. He lets out a groan as he places his hand in the middle of her abdomen, splaying his fingers out, almost encompassing her small frame. “So tiny, I don’t know if you can take me Little One, but I’m going to make you.” He growls as he grabs one leg in each hand and spreads her legs so he can get a good look at her soaked folds. He releases a feral growl at the sight before him, her pussy swollen and practically dripping onto the sheets. He settles himself between her legs as he trails a hand down until he’s rubbing her clit. Aurora releases a high-pitched whimper as her eyes close and her hands fist the sheets against the feeling. Ghost circles the small bundle of nerves a few times before moving his finger down to rub across her entrance. “Please” Aurora whines out, barely above a whisper causing Ghost to chuckle as he slowly pushes a single thick finger inside. He releases a groan as she moans loudly, clenching around him already. “Oh, Johnny wasn’t kidding when he said you were tight.” Ghost muses as he slowly begins thrusting his single finger inside. Aurora whimpers and moans, his finger is much bigger than Johnny’s which makes her nervous for the rest of this interaction, but soon she’s pushing that thought out of her mind as he curls his finger just right hitting that spot that has her seeing stars. He begins thrusting his finger inside of her faster, almost aggressively as he feels her clenching down on him. His other hand comes up to rub at her clit and in seconds she’s screaming as she cums on his hand, her slick dripping onto the bed. Ghost chuckles as he slows his movements before adding another finger. Aurora whimpers and he shakes his head. “You’re going to cum on two fingers, and then three, and then finally I’m going to fuck you Little One.” He growls as he repeats his ministrations from earlier.

By her third Orgasm Aurora is a whining and whimpering mess. Ghost chuckles as he slowly retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips as he groans at the taste of her. He palms himself through his underwear as he stares down at her. “I hope you’re on some kind of birth control Omega, because there's no way I’m not fucking you raw.” He mumbles as Aurora releases a small noise of confirmation that he chuckles at. He stares at her, her face wet with tears and a fucked out expression already on her face. “Present for your Alpha Little One.” Ghost growls out and Aurora stares up at him, her inner Omega doing somersaults as she slowly sits up and turns over on her hands and knees. She widens her legs before slowly lowering her front down until her chest is pressed against the mattress. Ghost releases a hum of approval as he moves behind her on the bed. His large hands rub and massage her ass, spreading her cheeks apart so he can see her glistening sex before he’s had enough and positions himself behind her. He places a hand on the back of her neck, holding her still as he positions his cock at her entrance before slowly pushing inside. Aurora release a loud yelp as she feels him entering her, and Ghost releases the darkest growl she’s ever heard as he continues to push his large cock into her tight walls. Her body tries to move to run away from the intense pressure, but with a dark chuckle, Ghost grabs the back of her neck, pulling her back towards him as he pushes in inch by agonizing inch, small mewls, and whimpers escaping Aurora’s lips until he’s finally seated inside, his hips flush to her ass as he stills, giving her time to get used to the feeling, while battling his need to fiercely thrust in and out of her.

After a moment Aurora begins to whimper, her hips moving to try and get some kind of friction. “There she is.” Ghost hums as he slowly pulls out and snaps his hips against hers, pushing a scream out of her as he bullies the head of his cock against her cervix. He repeats the action, and the scream turns into a loud moan. With a chuckle, he begins moving faster, with hard, deep thrusts resulting in Aurora screaming and whimpering as he shoves her head into the mattress. Ghost moves one of his hands reaching to wrap it around her throat as he pulls her up, his other hand grabbing her arms behind her back to use as leverage as he snaps his hips against hers, the loud smacking of skin on skin and the filthy noises of her arousal are all that is heard in the room as he kisses her neck. “God, the best thing I’ve ever felt ‘Mega.” Ghost grumbles as he nips at her shoulders and neck. “Gonna give you my knot and fill you up.” He growls out as Aurora grasps the hand around her throat, her voice raw from the moans and screams leaving her throat as she feels herself fall over the cliff and into another orgasm, by this time she’s lost count of how many he’s pulled from her tired body.

As he feels her tighten around him Ghost growls, biting her shoulder hard enough to draw blood as he feels his knot expanding. Aurora releases a scream as she feels him bully the largest part of his knot inside her entrance, and then she moans as she feels the warmth of him cumming, sending her into another orgasm. Ghost slowly removes his teeth from her shoulder and lets her fall to the mattress, careful to make sure she doesn’t pull on his knot where they are connected. He runs a hand over her hair as her eyes flutter, before she closes them, falling asleep as he waits for his knot to deflate so he can disconnect them. Once he’s free he moves to the bathroom and fills the tub with warm water and Epsom salts, before rousing her and helping her sit in the tub to soak. He hands her a bottle of water before grabbing his phone to send a text to Johnny, he was much better with aftercare than he was. After a few minutes, Johnny appears, seeing the state Aurora is in, and how exhausted she looks.

”Ooh, Bonnie. Let's get you cleaned up and home to rest.” Johnny coos as he helps Aurora wash off before dressing her in a pair of his sweats that he brought and one of Ghost’s hoodies. He practically carries her to the SUV before driving back to the barracks and taking Aurora to her room to sleep.

A/N: I don't know how I feel about the smut part. I feel like I don’t make Aurora talk during but I remember being young and inexperienced and I never talked during (still don't) so I thought it was fitting for her during this time of her life, but don't worry bratty Aurora/Feral is coming she just has to get through her heat hormones first ;p

I also feel like Ghost is a BULLY during sex, like I feel like he was being nice for her first time bit I feel like normally he’s laughing while you’re crying and struggling to take him, IDK maybe I have issues (I totally do but that’s besides the point). 

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Sam calling Dean dad/daddy? Take that wherever and however you want 🖤

Hi nonnie :)

CW/TW: Weecest (Sam is 14, Dean is 18), avid references to this post, Daddy!Dean, Sam acts younger than he is (psychological regression who? Freud would have a field day), quite soft and fluffy, really no nsfw here

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They’re in an apartment this time, and it’s rented every two weeks instead of every month. They’re close to St. Louis, but not within the city by any means. John’s been running around in the surrounding counties, going after a variety of salt and burns while Sam attends the nearby high school, and Dean made money bussing tables and serving at a bar (no time for high school, these days. Too many monsters and too little money). Today is a day like any other.

Sam’s leg bounced where he sat in his seventh-period class. He liked American history well enough, but the curriculum for freshman at his last school, Columbus High School in Nebraska, did ancient world history for freshmen. He liked that far more than WW2, which he’s learned about 16 separate times already.

Sam’s friend—“friend” being a tentative term—Derek was leaning against his hand, eyelids drooping. The teacher had finished for the day, and was giving them time to work on their homework assignments. Sam had been done with them for days, and was eagerly looking at the clock, anxious for school to be over. Derek’s eyes traveled up and down Sam’s body, blasé enough that it didn’t feel weird.

“What’re you so excited about?” Derek mumbled, and Sam’s attention snapped away from the clock on the wall. 2:50, ten minutes ‘til class was up.

Sam’s leg continued bouncing, “My dad’s picking me up.” A grin threatened to split across his cheeks, and Derek rolled his eyes.

“Your dad always picks you up. There’s nothing exciting about that,” Derek scuffed his shoe against the floor. Sam frowned.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause you’re a bus rider,” Sam switched which leg he was bouncing, and Derek hummed in acknowledgement. As they were talking, the rest of the class began abandoning their work in favor of socialization.

“I’m not jealous. My dad’s a total goober. If he picked me up I’d be embarrassed. Your dad, though,” Derek mimed steering a car, “He’s got that cool Impala. It’s hard to be lame in one of those.”

Sam grinned, finally letting his glee show on his face, “Yeah, my dad is pretty cool. So is his car.”

The second the bell rang, Sam bolted out of the classroom. He barely stopped by his locker to drop off the books he didn’t need for homework, then he was out of the building like a flash. Dean’s car was smack-dab-center in the car-rider line, and Sam hurried to it, satchel smacking against his thigh as he slowed his pace. “Four Sticks” by Led Zeppelin was audible from the stereo, and Sam stuck his head in the open window. He met Dean’s eye with a wide smile. It was Wednesday, which meant Dean wasn’t working.

Dean’s shift at the bar always started at 4:00 and ended at midnight. The only days he didn’t work were Wednesday and Sunday, which meant Sam loved Wednesday and Sunday.

“Dad!”

Dean’s smile split across his face, “Sammy! Come on, get in.”

Sam hurried into the car, tossing his bag to the ground between his legs, and leaning forward to meet Dean in the middle. Dean wrapped an arm around Sam, cradling his neck, and pressed a firm kiss to his forehead. When released, Sam flopped against the seat with a smile.

“I missed you, daddy,” Sam blinked, and Dean grinned before ruffling his hair.

“I missed you too, kiddo. I got my paycheck, you wanna go get some ice cream?”

Sam’s smile grew even wider, “Milkshakes?”

“Whatever you want,” Dean affirmed, and pulled out of the car-rider line.

Once home, his stomach full of a burger, fries, and milkshake, Sam slumped on the living room couch with a deflated, content sigh. He was flopped up against the armrest, lithe body lain across the couch cushions, and Dean smiled at him softly. The older boy followed Sam onto the couch, crowding over him. Sam’s breath hitched, his jaw ticking up as Dean’s face hovered over his.

“Daddy,” Sam cooed, eyelashes fluttering, “You’re not working tonight.” He was giddy. It was already past 4:00, and usually, Dean would’ve been long-gone by now. Most days, Sam prided himself in his maturity. He was a pretty grown-up kid, knew how to hunt monsters and how to kill them, was mostly fluent in Latin, had fired a gun more times than the average 14-year-old boy. But he felt small with Dean, like falling back into a littler version of himself. Dean never made fun of him for it.

Dean bent down onto his elbows, one hand coming up to cradle Sam’s jaw.

“You’re right, I’m not workin’. I’m all yours this evening. Whaddaya wanna do?” Dean’s fingers, calloused and warm, gently scratched up and down Sam’s soft jaw. He hadn’t yet grown facial hair yet, unlike Dean, who had scruff he maintained. It made him look older, and more handsome.

“We could watch a movie,” Sam bit his bottom lip, worrying at the inflamed, reddened skin there. Dean’s thumb moved to remove Sam’s lip from his mouth with a tut.

“You should stop bitin’ there, Sammy. You’re hurtin’ yourself,” Dean’s gaze was pensive, unconcerned. He’d been repeating that for years. If Sam wasn’t biting his lip, it was the inside of his cheek, or his nails. “A movie sounds good, though. I got Ferris Bueller’s Day Off from the Blockbuster downtown,” Dean tapped Sam’s chin, “Does that sound good, kiddo?”

Sam nodded, and smiled, “Yeah, daddy, that sounds good.”

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Summary of Aleksi & Robin on Gogin Kantabaari ✨️

(can be watched from Yle Areena)

These are some of the things I found interesting/funny/otherwise worthwhile to translate, other finnish people feel free to add anything if I missed anything major 😚

- During covid aleksi and robin spent a lot of time in each others cottages making music together

important addition: gogi asks if they wore masks and they said no because they were in their "own bubble" spending time just the two of them

- Now though they haven't even seen each other for maybe 1,5-2 years - funnily enough on the next day of filming the podcast they were going to make music together after along time

- Gogi asks "what are you Aleksi gonna do now that you're going on a break?" Robin: "writes music for Robin"

- Aleksi's dream vacation is just normal living at home but if he had to go on a holiday it would be to Japan, he really liked it there

- Robin's hobby is paragliding(is that the english translation for it?) and aleksi says robin once texted him a picture when he was flying over Nummela asking "where do you live in here?" and aleksi tried to zoom in the pic and pinpoint lol

- Aleksi in turn says that he's s a very non-extreme person

Next they play a preconception game where they have claims and they gotta say who out of the three of them is most like what the claim says

- Aleksi says Robin is a "yapper" Robin says he has a 'childlike question age thing' going on where he's just curious about things

- Aleksi says he himself is most likely to record his own farts, because he uses random noises when making music and uses pitch and etc. to make it fit the music

and fun fact from aleksi: he won't reveal what ice hockey team in finland but one's goal horn sound is tommi making this humming sound that aleksi changed a bit with adding echo and crackle

- Aleksi thinks Robin is one to never have a bad day. Both of them say that if they have a bad day they usually go quiet and maybe in their own head swear at themselves, neither one is likely to flip out openly. Sometimes for example when touring and there's some situation where aleksi grows frustrated or something he might raise his voice or like snap, and the other band members might have moments like that too but everyone always apologizes right after so it never gets that serious.

- Back in the day aleksi was good at giving very thoughtful gifts but nowadays he doesn't have enough time so he might be in a 24h store during Christmas night trying to find a gift for someone. Aleksi buys expensive Christmas gifts to himself 'as a treat' cause when someone asks what he needs/wants, he can't just ask someone for a really expensive gift.

- Aleksi feels that he's lucky getting to make music in both finnish and english, making songs in finnish for finnish artist too

- Robin will be releasing an album in english next year

- Aleksi says playing bigger shows in finland and then going and playing smaller venues for example in the US keeps the band grounded. It's also important to always cover all grounds (finland, Europe, usa) because touring abroad is expensive. (The band has talked about it before too that they for example make decent money from finnish shows that they save for when they tour the US and need to rent busses etc)

- Aleksi couldn't image not living in finland, he has had dreams about living in the Los Angeles for example but at the end of the day he likes to return home to finland after touring the world

- When BC was in the US in 2022 they had a session making music with someone and bc of time zones they were watching Linnan Juhlat (the program that's aired in independence day of the finnish president hosting the party where they handshake all the guests) and it was just playing in the background and the person with them had been like "wtf are yall watching"

- idk how well I can translate these things but aleksi couldn't attend abiristeily or wanhojen tanssit cause he was busy studying music and he feels a bit bummed to miss those

for context abiristeily is a student party cruise and wanhojen tanssit is a dance you have on the second year of the finnish upper secondary school where the students wear dresses and suits and perform dances to their families and other students

[goodlucksnez]

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

A/ngel d/ust x husk & an/gel has comes back off set with terrible hay fever after working with flowers, and hu/sk is being nice

no one gets to talk bad about my angel dust voice okay, accent are hard and i am still working on it- I made this quick after work while people were cutting the lawn so sorry if the audio isn't the best

anyway enjoy you filthy sinners

cw: sneezing, (duh) some sniffles, cursing, 2 noseblows some sniffles, and playful nicknames, mentions of s/ex worker

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

transcript:

What the hell happened to you? You look like shit.

I will. Thanks, whiskas. Trust me, you don't want to know.

Ohh I most certainly do. What overlord did you fuck this time?

Hey, I will suck all of them. Besides, it ain't your fucking business. That's me and my work. Pour me a drink hard.

I'm not pouring you anything, especially when you're dripping snot all over my counter like that.

You.Suck at it.

Come on. 6 arms. Tell me.

Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. Val's got this new idea for all the Spring Breakers who fucked a bit too much down here? Well, the Last of Us. A lot. This is a great marketing scheme to make this whole set of tapes about fucking spring. Normally, I ain't complaining. I mean. Look. The hole, the hole I beat, but this time it's a little different.

Judging from your appearance, I can say so. What did he do this time?

Yeah, yeah. He bought every fucking flower to just assault the fucking crew with everything.and towed

Wait, wait. You're telling me that some fucking flowers did this to you? You fucking weak ass bitch Wait. What spiders like live in flora and fauna.

Well, it ain't exactly my sceane. Yeah, I mean, sure have been. Don't get down dirty, but that's what fucking planet.thinks it will strum up bussness. The only thing that's strumming up is my allergies

Breathe.I got you, baby cakes. Just sneeze. You wont feel better till you do.

Impressive. You've got anymore in there?

No. If you tell anyone about.

You ain't gonna do nothing, kid. You're gonna go March upstairs and rest. I'll have smiles. Bring you some antihistamines. You gotta get this **** off of you.

Oh, and what he's suggesting? eh whiskers. You want to see me all nude?

What I want to see is your snot filled face.I'll join you upstairs in a minute. Why don't you go do yourself a favor and start taking a shower?

Oh kitty got claws meow

If you make another fucking cat pun, I will shove this bottle so far.

Oh, don't threaten me with a good time. God I am gonna murder hin (val)

OK, arachnophobia. You get out of here. Go clean up, OK? Ill have a little talk little moth friend.

No, no, no, no. Ain't no way you're going near Val.

Says anything about me? I was an overlord once I got deals. I still know how to play my cards right.

Now you're gonna ask. Shit I'm way too congested just even think about it. OK, im out of here. Bring the fuckin bottle.

poor kids gonna kill himself one of these days. Up to me to clean up the fucking mess.

[xn4vyl1c1ousx]

How did we get here? when i used to know you so well..

cw: angst?, kinda occ, word vomit, implied past relationship with bakugo, pro hero!bakugo x villain!reader (kinda), ends with a cliffhanger

wc: 789..

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notes: okay this is probably gonna be booty cause i kinda just put stuff down, i hope it isn’t too bad if anything needs fixing don’t be afraid to tell me, i might not make a pt 2 to this cause idk what else to write after it, uhhhh that’s it :p

now playing: Decode - Paramore

back to navi..

“Get out of my way!” the sound of explosions was heard throughout the city. buildings were falling everywhere and dust clouds replaced them.

cars, busses, and street signs suddenly ripped up from the ground and swirled around in the air.

“what the hell is going on?!” Bakugo spoke out loud, looking around for anyone as he ran towards the center of chaos.

all the others were around trying to help people out of the fallen building. Midoriya, Kirishima, Mina, Tsu, Tokoyami, and Bakugo were all running to the source. rough screams were heard as a car came crashing down onto the road, right in front of bakugo. it all happened so quickly, but fortunately, he was quicker.

with an explosion he launched himself over the car and continued running. the sound of his boots was barely audible over the sound of rushing air and car alarms blaring through the wind.

Midoriya hopped around from building to building , getting ever so close to the source of chaos. Just as he was within reach of whoever was the cause of this, he was swung back by a forceful wind. The force of the wind ended up sending everyone flying back, including Bakugo, who was sent straight towards Kirishima.

Kirishima couldn’t move fast enough causing Bakugo to crash into him, sending them tumbling. “PAY ATTENTION, HAIR-FOR-BRAINS!”

“i’m sorry bakubro! you came outta nowhere!”

the wind suddenly picked up in speed, sending everyone flying into the air agian. “What the hell?!” bakugo’s voice fell upon deaf ears as everyone became separated. the wind around them almost cutting their exposed skin from the sheer speed and force.

As bakugo looked around, he spotted you in the center. your eyes met his, a sudden shiver ran down both of your spines as a realization came to both of you.

How did you end up in this situation? someone who oh so desperately wanted to be a hero, becoming a villain. a puppet for the LOV. Your facial expression said it all. It was him who caused your sudden change.

Suddenly, bakugo was thrown away from the chaos. his body flew through the air, making him set off blasts to try and control where he was going. yet it was all in vain. his body slammed against a building, sending all the air in his lungs out.

“Wait! guys it’s them! it’s y/n!” he yelled out as he finally regained his breath.

no one could hear him. despite his harsh and loud voice, the wind muted him.

he watched as Midoriya somehow made it to you and collided against you. a sharp gasp ripped from your chest as the pain of his punch radiated from the place of impact.

no one could see you, they only saw the monster that they thought you were. he watch as mina came next, sending her acid toward the quirk enhancers on your wrists, causing them to disintegrate. then went kirishima, grabbing you and holding you down, making it impossible to move.

tokoyami grabbed Tsu as she fell from the sky, holding her up so she wouldn’t hit the ground. they safely landed in front of you and the other 3 hero’s.

bakugo watched from afar, his body unable to move. was it from the injuries? or was it that he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop what was going to happen to you.

“let me go!” you yelled as you thrashed around in kirishima a grip, his quirk activing, causing it to be even more difficult to move.

“we got you now, there’s no escaping.” Midoriya spoke, his voice full of victory.

you looked up at them. the world froze. no one moved, too stunned to speak. it was you. it was really you.

it had been years since your disappearance. and now here you were, conspiring against them, attacking them, and being in the most dangerous villain group of all japan. it was still you.

“y/n?! but why? you? why.. why would you turn back on us?” mina’s voice shook, full of hurt, betrayal, and anger.

you stayed silent, kirishima grip on you faltered enough to let you send a strong wind, knocking them all back.

“it’s his fault. if you really want to know why i’ve chosen to backstab you all, ask him. ask bakugo.”

and with that, you sent yourself into the air with a flick of your wrist, right into a purple portal in the sky.

you disappeared yet again, this time right in front of them.

The five hero’s turned to look at bakugo, who still kneeled on the ground. frozen and with a look of pain and guilt on his face.

just what did he do to let this happen?

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[iloveapplejacks]

WET DREAMZ P4

Inspired by Wet Dreamz by J.Cole

I wrote back and said "of course I had sex before"

Knowing I was frontin'

I said I was like a pro baby

Knowing I was stuntin'

But if I told the truth I knew I'd get played out son

Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one

But, she don't know what

So she done roll back and told me

"Oh you a pro homie? Well I want you to show me

My mama gone for the weekend

So Saturday baby we can get to freakin'"

Warnings: heated make out

"You ever had sex before?"

This question caught Chris off guard causing him to sit looking down wide eyed

He looked at her and saw that she was looking at him waiting for an answer

2 thoughts went through his head, one was, should I just tell her I'm a virgin and I hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one

Or should I just lie and say I have?

Deciding on the latter, Chris Coughs before writing

"Of course I've had sex before, I'm like a pro baby"

Y/N looked at Chris , seemingly shocked by what he said just as she was going to respond the bell rang.

Chris waited by the door and they both walk together to their next classes

"Well this is me" Chris chuckled as he begins to leave but Y/N grabs his arm to stop him

"I know this is going to sound so straight forward but I literally have not been able to stop thinking about what you told me" she mumbles before taking in a deep breath and looks at Chris

"What are you doing this saturday?"She asks

"I have no plans so nothing much probably, why?" Chris Asks confused

"My parents are gone for the weekend, So you can come over" she says

"Yeah sure we can like watch a movie, relax and shit" he shrugs

"No, you said you were a pro homie, And well I want you to show me" she said before walking away

The week that followed was quite quiet, well as quiet as it could be after Y/N confessed her desire to Chris .

Which, of course freaked him out. I mean it isn't everyday that A drop dead gorgeous girl wants to make a dick appointment with him.

Who wouldn't freak out?

If you had asked Chris how many videos he watched pornos online to help him educate himself on something he clearly wasn't Educated about.

He taught himself how to put on condoms and practised how to stroke right

Fucking hell, why did I have to lie? He thought to himself

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday sped past and before he knew it, it was Saturday night.

Having made sure he wasn't smelling musty and was prepared, Chris began to make his way to Y/Ns house but not without saying a prayer

"I'm praying God please don't let me buss quick"

Arriving at her door, Chris knocked twice before he steps back, after a minute or so, the door opens

"chris hey" she smiled as he looked at her up down, Short shorts and a tank top

- damn

"Come in" she smiles, opening the door wider and grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs

A smirk plays on his face as he closes the front door with his leg and stares at her ass as he followed her blindly

She opens the door to a room and let's go of chris’ hand and sits herself on her king sized bed. He follows suit and sits himself next to her

She crosses her legs and looks at him with a smile

"What is it?" he says looking at her funny which causes her to laugh and shake her head

"Nothing, I just can't believe the guy l've been crushing on for ages, is actually here" she chuckles shyly looking away from his face

"Damn? You're hiding another dude in here?" he says jokingly Which causes the two to start laughing

"Nah I'm playing, you like me?" he asks with a massive smile on his face edging nearer to her

She bites her lip as she looks into his eyes before looking at his lips and then back up to his eyes

Chris cups her face with his hand and leans in and begins to kiss her

She reciprocated and he deepened the kiss, pushing her back slightly so that she was now underneath him

Her hands roam across his torso and she tugs at his shirt to remove it, when she does, she discards it

He removes her tank top and begins to leave kisses and hickeys down her body

Soft moans were heard as She grinded her hips against Him An action that caused him to get hard.

The feelings of worry and stress about whether he was doing things correctly all left his brain as the feelings of euphoria and Bliss overtook him

"You ready baby?" He asks, she nods her head vigorously which makes him laugh

the items of clothing they were wearing were removed wearing was removed

Chris trying to conceal his nerves opens a condom and rolls it on

He positioned himself between her legs and praying to God that he didn't bust quick

Just as he was about to insert himself inside of her

She flinched and grabbed it

An action that caused his heart to beat rapidly, and assuming the worst

Did she change her mind? Was his shit too small to fuck with?

she looks chris in the eye before she says with the sweetest voice

"I wanna get something off my mental, I can tell you're a pro but baby be gentle" she looks down shamelessly

“cause i’ve never did this before”

AHHHHHH OKAY SO IM DECIDING IF I SHOULD END HERE LIKE THE SONG OR HAVE ONE MORE PARTTTT😅 HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

[olivia091108]

How to be a jackass:part 1

Summary:meeting bam and Ryan in westchester

Word count:3306

So far filming for season two of jackass has probably been the best time I’ve ever had even though I’m getting injured or pranked every day.

All the guys are great and at first I thought it’s gonna be awkward not only being the new person but being the only girl.Thank god I was wrong for once I don’t think any of them actually cared as long as I actually did gnarly stunts.

The only people I haven’t met are the boys from westchester but Jeff says that we’re gonna film a group stunt with all of us soon.

I’ve done some mediocre stunts like pouting glitter in my eye which didn’t come out for a week and licking a mouse trap Owch. I also did one with wee man where he dressed as a baby and put in a pram and when people would ask to see ‘my baby’ they would be kinda disturbed.

Today I walk on to set and check the stunt list. Today I’m gonna get a pregnant belly strapped to me and walk around town drinking some beer.

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Time skip

After getting a mean old lady shouting at me for ‘destroying my baby’ Jeff called all of us over and told us that at 5:30am to meet here because we’re driving to westchester tomorrow.Jeff actually banned us from going out after like we usually would do we finished for the day and I got the bus back to mine and my sisters apartment

Don’t get me wrong I’m excited but really 5:30 I’m sure there’s no harm in waking up later. I walk into the apartment and go to my room to pack since we will be staying there for 5 days.

I walk into my room and start packing stuff but I can’t find one of my favourite tops so I walk into Ella’s room to see if she’s taken it and I barge in without knocking to see her and Oliver mud sex scrambling to cover themselves with the sheet.

“Get out!”

“In a sec do you have my blue top the one with the buttons”

“Are you serio-“ I sigh and lean against the wall and she knows I won’t leave until she gives it to me. “It’s in my closet” I walk over and grab it off the hanger and scrunch it up in my hands

“Oh yeah by the way I’m gonna be gone for a few day”

“Leave!” She throws a pillow at me but I dick out the room before it can hit me

An hour later ella and Oliver knock on my door and wait for me to reply before walking in with very serious looks on both their faces.

Y/n we need to talk to you about something. You can’t just walk in without knocking we don’t have any privacy with you.

Alright I’ll knock next time

“It’s not just the knocking you always come home late and wreck the houses remember you broke olis computer at like 5:30 you never clean up after yourself and we just think that you should move back with mum and dad because we can’t keep living with you.”

“What your kicking me out I pay rent here”

“You don’t even pay a quarter y/n your’e basically living here for free.I rang dad he said it was fine you moving back soon”

“You know I can’t do that el”

“You could always get your’e own place I could help you have the money know”

“Fuck you. you know what I’ll leave right now.” I grab all my clothes in my wardrobe and try to shove it into my small suitcase and mange to mostly zip it and I grab a few personal thing and hold my piggy bank under my arm before leaving

It might’ve been a irrational idea because now I have nowhere to stay for the night and I can’t go to my parents not how I left there

It’s 1am I might as well go to set and wait till morning but with busses not running I have to walk 5 miles uptown.

Once I get there I only have to wait 2 and a half hours so I set my suitcase down and use it as a seat I dig around in my pocket for the taser I took from Johnny just in case.

I feel a hand grab me and by instinct Tase whoever it was. By the time my eyes have adjusted I realise I must’ve fallen asleep and everyone’s here to go to westchester.

While Jeff is complaining the taser Dave asks if I’ve been here all night. Nah I just thought I should get here early yknow only been here half hour.

We separate into 3 cars to get there and I’m in with Johnny Dave and wee man. I’m in the back with Dave and decide to use the 6 hour car drive as an opportunity for some sleep since I got 2 hours max last night.

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I wake up not being able to breathe and feeling plastic on my face I try and pry one of my friends hands off of me but it’s no use and I have to rip the plastic bag now being able to breathe properly

I hear Knoxville’s laugh and a Camrea is pointed in my face all that adrenaline woke me up quick but I’m still not wide awake and I just flip him off while sitting up and stretching being confined in a car really isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world.

“Cmon y/n we’re here grab your bags.” I take my almost bursting suitcase and walk it into the large house we will be staying at. I hear taking and follow it to the living room seeing Johnny talking to the two boys I recognise from episodes but still haven’t met.

Jeff introduces them the one with the dark hair and blue eyes is bam and the blonde one with a beard is called Ryan. We all introduce ourselves and start chatting and getting to know eatch other. Another girl is here called Jenn she’s bams girlfriend she seems nice but I haven’t spoken to her much

I excuse myself to the bathroom and i see a blonde lady in the kitchen and ask her if she needs a hand. If you don’t mind that would be great

“I’m April bams mum it’s so nice to have you all hear but I am a bit worried honestly”

“Im y/n thanks for letting us stay and I promise I will try to protect you and your house.”

Me and April talk about all kinds of things and I soon meet her husband Phil who is such a sweetheart and it makes me feel even worse for him seeing how bam treats him.

I’m sorry your supposed to be getting to know eatchother and I’ve stolen you away thanks for your help with the dinner.

“Oh it’s no worries you seem wayy more interesting than them boys.”

Speaking of Chris has snuck up behind me and lifted me up and body slammed me onto one of the sofas it wouldn’t of hurt that bad if people weren’t sitting on it.

I sit up and move off of whoever I fell on and jsut laugh it off and I start talking to Ryan about some of his stunts and his life and what not. While telling me about cky videos and high school with his friends bam started to join in adding to the story.

After an hour of talking to the two of them we got along really well and had quite a few things in common with them. We got called for dinner and while I was eating I could feel myself drifting off even though I slept in the car for 6 hours.

I ended up face planting into the food which made everyone laugh and while I used the bottom of my shirt to wipe it off the topic of rooms came up.

Some people were gonna have to share because there’s not enough rooms Steve o and pontius are sharing as well as Dave and ehren. Johnny is with me and wee man and Preston are together.

We all go to our rooms and get unpacked and settled. “Yknow we’re only here for 5 days don’t you”.

“Can’t a girl have options” i didn’t want to tell Johnny about getting kicked out I just wanted to have fun here. While I get changed into my pjamas I get into bed and shut my eyes trying to fall asleep but either from the excitement of tomorrow or because I napped today I couldn’t.

I looked at the clock and it was 12:34 Knoxville was asleep by now I could tell by his heavy breathing. I decided to go downstairs and have some water so I snuck out of my room and when I got downstairs I see Jenn down their about to leave

“How come you aren’t staying?”

“Bams just being a bit of a dick right now but I’ll see you in a couple days bye”

I sit in the kitchen having some water and once I’ve finished I still don’t feel like sleeping so I decide to look around. As best as you can in the dark. I quietly open the front door and step into the garden it had a skate ramp and a swimming pool in it. I went to go back inside but the door is locked I’m not gonna ring the doorbell or id wake everyone up.

I walk round the back and I see a window open so I jump from the ramp to the roof and pull myself up I walk along to reach the window but I see something move next to me. It’s a squirrel. Shit I’m fucking terrified of them they’re Satan reincarnated.

“Oh my god oh my god stop”I try to move as quick as I can to the window and quickly climb in to the room and close the window quietly while repeating those words.

“Jenn I told you to go away”bam room shit. I don’t answer and attempt to just get out of the room but I step on something and it slips out from under me and I fall onto the bed.

“Shit sorry.” Bam leans over and turns his bedside lamp on and rub his eyes. “What are you doing”

“I got locked out of the house then I had to climb threw your’e window to get away from the squirrel like I said sorry and night.”

“Are you on something” bam asks not believing me. I pull a confused face not knowing why he would be confused. “ why were you running from a squirrel?”

“Cos they’re fucking scary haven’t you seen Charlie and the chocolate factory?” At my distress yknow way he does. Laugh.I soon join in and we’re just sat they’re laughing together in His room.

Once the laughing stops he breaks the silence. “How did you even get up here?”bam asks thinking back on my story “I jumped off your ramp.you any good at skating”

“Yeah pretty good you?”

“Stepped foot on one once and fell onto someone’s bed. It seems pretty cool other than that though”

“I could teach you sometime.”

“I’ll hold you to that bam” me and bam speak about anything and everything with me now sitting above his covers on his bed and we switched the lamp off.

He tells me all about his family and when he asks about mine something in the room shifts it’s awkward.

Well I actually left home when I was 16 because me and my mum never got along she always preferred my sister i always hung out with my dad but I didn’t have many friends but these girls invited me to hangout with them and I snuck out an we went to some abandoned school and we would go there smoke some weed and whatever and once we were spray painting and the police turned up my friends ran and a policeman got me and I kicked him in the balls and they took me to jail and when my mum got that call she went crazy she said she was so disappointed in what I’ve become and that she won’t bail me out because she didn’t actually want me to come home. My dad eventually came in and took me home but I got there and my room was all boxed up and she kicked me out and said she didn’t want to see me again so I moved in with my sister.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t know”

“Yeah well how could you I don’t tell anybody so I’m could u try not to mention that”

“Pinky promise”we interlock pinkies and I kiss my hand and he copies.the conversation moves on and soon enough we’re shushing the other to stop Laughing until I notice the clock and see that it’s 2:12 and I can tell bams tired and I am as well.

“Wait y/n it was cool talking to you and if you need to talk I’m always here.” I grab a pillow an throw it at hand face. Don’t get all sappy now bam I thought you were supposed to be a cool skater boy.

I leave and head back to my room and wriggle into bed having to shove Johnny over a bit and for a second I lay there thinking about bam and how much I trusted him I wonder what tomorrow will be like before I know it I’m out like a light.

This one was acc really long

Omg guys I’m so pissed I wrote this like a week ago but I didn’t press save and I LOST RVEYTHUNG the first one was way better

Requests always open

-liv

[brandogenius]

Hey could you do boygenius x sick younger artist reader, maybe it’s kind of the beginning of the tour so ya is still kind of shy and intimated by them so they try to hide it until they just can’t anymore and they boys kind of watch of them and take care of them and it becomes like a bonding experience , super excited for you to write the boygenius x ya reader fic series I love ur page and am always checking to see if you’ve updated ❤️❤️

EEEE!!!! i had a lot of fun with this one!! i’m sorry if it’s really long i got carried away!!

consider this part 1 of the young artist au :D an introduction

‼️RPF‼️

“fresh soup”

the boys & younger!artist reader!

Part 2 here!

(not proofread!!)

word count: 1,969

not even two days into the tour and you were in your assigned bunk with the sniffles. as if the universe has different plans for you. you were excited for the tour but having stressed the entire week hoping it all went to plan.

yet here you were. tissue box propped up against your side as you scrolled through social media. the tour bys was on a bumpy road causing you to take deep breaths. it wasn’t helping.

you were the opening act for boygenius. a famous supergroup full of talented musicians. it was your first ever tour and you were nervous. you spent the first day travelling from where you, phoebe, lucy and julien just settled down into their home for the next couple of months.

“kid” startled out of your thoughts, you heard a small tap on the side of the bunk.

“mhm?” you pulled the small curtain open meeting eye to eye with julien. she looked at you with a look of worry and concern

“thought we lost you back at the buss stop. haven’t seen you come out since we drove off. you doing ok?” julien crossed her arms, glancing over you, taking note of the tissue box and scattered tissues in your bed.

“feeling homesick?”

“i’m fine” you avoided her stare, taking interest in the other bunk behind her. your voice was hoarse. sore to swallow and talk. it had you wincing slightly.

“shit- are you sick already?” julien leaned forward a bit, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. “i said im fine” you frowned.

“doesn’t sound like you’re fine. you want to come out into the lounge and watch some tv with us? instead of being cooped up in here all day” the tattooed woman gave an offer. a small smile on her face. you considered the options. whilst you weren’t that close to the boys or julien you were a bit hesitant on taking up the offer.

weighing the pros and cons felt like it was more cons than pros at this point. what if you got the boys sick? they’d have to cancel the show. you couldn’t afford to get them sick. you’d rather seclude yourself into the safety of your little bunk to wallow in pity and sickness.

“i’m fine- i think id like to stay here, please?” your hand was reaching up to pull the curtains shut when julien nodded. “you sure kid? phoebes makin’ breakfast you want some?”

the thought of having breakfast made you frown. you weren’t sure. you appreciated the thought of julien offering it to you but politely declined. you could make your own breakfast if you wanted to. you didn’t want the boys to use more of what they had themselves. that wasn’t something you wanted to tell julien though.

“i packed some breakfast bars if i need any- thank you though” you gave julien a nod, quickly closing the curtain this time with a small sigh. you listened carefully to julien’s footsteps walking out the door and into the lounge. muffled talking can be heard behind the door. you sighed a little in relief, sneezing a bit as you rolled over onto your other side and shut your eyes for a bit.

unfortunately, people had other plans. the door to the bunk room opened quickly. hurried footsteps made their way down the hallway. you prayed silently, hoping they didn’t stop at your bunk but they did.

“nu uh- absolutely not!” your curtain swung open. you squinted your eyes with a glare, turning over to be met strands of platinum silver hair. phoebe bends down slightly to meet your eyes. “you’re having breakfast, get up and come on” she nodded her head.

“i’m not gonna let you rot away in this ugly-ass bunk. as tour bus buddies, we need to eat and plan for the tour, so come on” phoebe walked down the hallway, humming a tune to herself. an apron was hugging her waist. you stared in confused for a second, watching as she swing a fork around like a microphone.

with a sigh, you flung yourself out of the bunk. your hair was messy and your eyes were dark with bags under your eyes. you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep but unfortunately, the three musicians in the other room had different plans for you.

“and she has finally left the bunk. seems like the first time we’re finally meeting you!” you quietly opened the door into the small lounge area. it wasn’t big but it wasn’t small either. there was a fridge with cabinets and a sink. on the other side there was a couch with a pull out table.

lucy and julien were sat at the couch. phoebe was hunched over the counter. three pots of cup noodles were opened on the table. a fourth one was being prepared. you took a seat closest to lucy, looking at the tv playing some random cartoon.

“see this bitch” lucy nudged you with her elbow and nodded towards phoebe. “the only woman i know to wear an apron while making cup noodles because she says ‘it’s needed’ needed for what pheebs?” lucy chuckled.

“it’s true- don’t listen to her” phoebe settled the four cups on the small table, taking a seat beside you. “she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. i absolutely need an apron for making these” she twirled the noodles around her fork.

“why?”

“i wanted to look like a cute sexy housewife while cooking you guys some breakfast- damn, you guys don’t appreciate shit in this house” you listened and ate quietly as phoebe and lucy took into a debate. you looked up, catching julien’s eyes as she rolled her eyes jokingly at the other two.

“so i was told you’re sick? little birdie told me you sound like shit” you look up at lucy as she stared down at you. you continued to twirl your noodles. “you could say that yeah”

“you’re lucky tour isn’t for another two days. you can rest and take plenty of fluids. make sure your vocals are good too.” the taller woman added as she pointed her fork towards you.

“julien is making soup tonight. should help. something warm too” phoebe added

“how are you gonna make soup in a tour bus?” you looked at the three in confusion. maybe there was some type of technique you didn’t even think of. but clearly seeing there isn’t anywhere for a stove or oven you were stuck for ideas.

“our last tour we bought a portable stove. a lifesaver if you want something cooked up, instead of living off pot noodles and snacks. portable stove and a pot and it’s just like at home”

“ahh” you replied. that was interesting. your first time on a tour bus, you wouldn’t have thought about it. you quickly ate the rest of your noodles and leaned back, tugging your legs to your chest. you ended up settling into a peaceful quietness as you and the boys watched spongebob on the overhead tv. you weren’t too interested but it was something to pass the time. you were called out to eat with the boys- you didn’t know if you were able to go back to your bunk even if you so wanted to. you didn’t want to sound or appear rude-

“-yeah?” you shook your head, blinking a bit. three pairs of eyes stared back at you. “huh?” feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks, you quickly looked away, wishing the tour bus would open up and spit you out

“i said, you don’t need to hang out with us here if you don’t want to. we’re not stopping you from going back to the bunk” julien nodded her head. her eyes were kind and soft. there was no anger or upset in them. it made you unclench your shoulders and let out a deep breath.

“i’m just going to sleep for a bit” you whispered. phoebe quickly stood up, making space for you to leave.

“that’s totally fine dude. take all the rest you need. we will be calling you for dinner though” phoebe placed a hand on your shoulder and have it a small squeeze. you smiled slightly, ducking out of the room and back to your bunk.

-

“knock knock” you opened your eyes to the familiar voice outside the curtains. lucy stood at the bunk this time, moving the fabric aside with a small smile. “dinner time, we’d give it to you here but don’t wanna spill it all over the one place you sleep. wanna come eat with us in the lounge?” you nodded your head, hopping out of the bunk silently.

“just have some soup and go back to bed” lucy placed a hand in your shoulder and led you back into the lounge.

“evening, sleepyhead. get good sleep?” phoebe sat on the couch this time. laptop on the table and feet kicked up on the other side of the couch. julien was hovering over the small portable stove on the countertop. the smell of tomato soup filled the air.

“have a seat- phoebe get your damn legs off the couch, let them sit down” julien turned around, wacking phoebe with her hand as she grumbled. “personal space doesn’t exist with this one around” lucy gestured for you to sit down first, sandwiched between phoebe to your left and lucy to your right.

“how are you enjoying bus life so far?” phoebe sat cris crossed on the furnature, typing away at her laptop. you held your phone in your hand, switching it on to check the time. 5:34pm.

“it’s fine. it’s unusual- probably because it’s my first time on a tour bus” you replied, glancing at phoebes laptop. she seemed to be replying to emails.

“i’d say the last time you were on a tour bus must’ve been for high school? field trips or whatever they are” julien speaks from countertop. “you did graduate couple months ago right?” you nodded to confirm julien’s statement

“i feel so old now” lucy leaned back on the couch. “there’s like.. an actual child on tour with us it’s like we’re babysitting”

“i mean, i just turned 19 like a couple of months so i’m not really a kid anymore” you said with a small smile.

“oh god that’s not a child. that’s a whole fucking teenager” phoebe laughed. “or young adult. either way i feel like a senior citizen- feel like you’re gonna ask me what the great depression is like or something” this has the whole tour bus laughing.

“alright, pipe down meemaw. you’ll get your dinner and then you can watch your game shows later” julien joked, grabbing the ladle and filling the dishes.

“fresh soup from the portable stove coming up. careful- bowls are hot” julien placed the dishes down onto the table one by one. cloth covering her hands as a substitute for an oven glove.

you stared at the soup with a small smile. “thank you” julien shrugged casually “don’t even worry about it, kid”

you listened to the boys start random conversations. they’d always include you in them. it made you feel happy. you were happy to be included.

“would you rather - listen ok important question” phoebe swung her fork around carelessly as she started the conversation . lucy frowned “can you not maybe try spill soup everywhere?” phoebe gave lucy the middle finger. lucy giving her back back. you laughed loudly at the interaction unraveling before you

“ok before i was RUDLEY interrupted. would you rather be a worm or an ant. i feel like this really determines our friendship with you, kid”

you sat there with wide eyes for a moment.

“what type of question is that?”

“SEE? THANK YOU”

“OH FUCK YOU GUYS”

maybe it wasn’t that bad hanging out with the boys. you’d definitely be doing this more often.

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i would LOVE to hear ur pjo thoughts 🌟

it's all incoherent i think. but uh. hold on. it wasnt like analysis or anything cus im bad at that i just regurgitate what i see so most of it would be already common knowledge to u since ur already a fan. hnn

this will be updated

like ok so ive been rereading the books as i force mero to get into pjo and. it just feels so different at 19 than it did at 12. tho tbh i feel like im 12 again now. but i went from percys age to lukes. and its been said many times but im realizing how much of an unreliable narrator percy is and how abused and traumatized all these kids are. the adults in their lives (not sally Jackson. never sally Jackson) all failed them. but well. heres what i rambled to marlo at 1am.

so obv percy had gabe. who not only hit him and his mom and drank and smoke and shook him down for money and belittled him and was controlling and. awful. but that sticks with you. and then the general all demigods fighting for their lives and the like 2 wars. then literal super hell for percy annabeth nico and will

speaking of annabeth she had to deal with an abusive step mom and step brothers who hated her and thought she was a freak, her dad didnt help her, her mom gave her a cap that made her invisible but also exacerbated her inferiority and issues with her hubris. and then running away from home at 7 years old, meeting luke and thalia, and thalia later recounts that luke wasnt good even then but annabeth couldnt see it. he was cruel and kept getting into fights during their way from va to ny and thats why they didnt make it in time. and the cyclops that kidnapped her during this time and mimicked her loved ones voices. and then that crush betrays you and tries to kill everyone you love and start an uprising of titans? and then theres the whole mark of athena. again shit mom. bf disappears. etc walk on the skeletons of your presecessors, face your ultimate enemy arachne and be dropped into super hell and watch your boyfriend almost murder a goddess with her own poison.

then i wanna talk abt neeks my boi my baby niccolo. idk where the accent mark goes. can you imagine growing up queer under Mussolini??? watching your mom die in front of you as a child, being trapped for almost 70 years with your sister, having your first crush have to tell you he couldnt save your sister and that she died. then run away and get manipulated by the ghost of some ancient greek guy. think that all your peers hate you for your father. get kidnapped by titans and starved and suffocated for days on end. deal with fucked up dad and step mom. and then go to super hell too. and youre only 15 kinda.

idk if this is canon or not but im pretty sure the reason kids where bright neon orange tshirts that are fuckass ugly but i have one is because kids would go missing and die and it was helpful for finding their dead bodies. hundreds of campers before the first war and then less than a buss full. they never found micheal yew. william solace had to take over apollo cabin at 14, barely knowing medicine and he still is the main person in charge of the hospital.

hmm who else? ethan nakamura? deserved better. and charles beckendorf. and silena beaugard. zoe nightshade. lee fletcher. phoebe. castor. and every other unnamed character who died in the battles.

tragic. i debated talking more last night but i got tired. i should go get breakfast and shower. bye raeth hope this isnt too dissappointing but they all make me sad and i didnt even get to hoo or toa