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[i-wanna-write]

Stupid Plan - Billy Butcher x Reader

Prompt: You hate Billy Butcher and you hate his stupid plans.

Wanting: 18+ ONLY. SMUT. Rough Smut. Choking. Mention of strangulation. It’s The Boys guys. Swearing. Lots of use of the word fuck. Some use of cunt. Mentions of blood and gore - again, it’s the Boys

Word Count: 3130

Disclaimer: I find all pics off google! This is the first ever Smut I’ve written. I’m so sorry if it’s trash!

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You hated Billy Butcher with every fiber of your being starting with the first moment met him. When you first met him all those years ago it was like mixing oil with water. Your boss at the CIA partnered the two of you together and you wanted to kill yourself then and there. Years of working with the foul-mouthed borderline rogue agent only further fueled your mutual hatred for one another.

You hated how he always called the shots and barely listened to your input when it came to planning. You hated how he was a shoot first ask questions later type of partner. You hated how his vulgar language never stopped even when talking to his superiors. Most of all, you hated how attracted to him you were.

Chocolate brown eyes, jet black hair, jaw scribbled with facial hair. His broad shoulders meant for gripping onto and an ass meant for grabbing.

You really hated him.

When he reached out to you years after leaving the CIA, you laughed in his face when he asked you to join him in taking down Supes. But his serious face didn’t falter and your laughing quickly stopped, now cursing yourself for hearing him out.

Not only did he rope you into this rag tag team, but he got Frenchie and M.M to join too. As well as baby face Hughie who just had an unlucky hand dealt to him.

That’s how you find yourself now, fuming in a silent car sandwiched between Frenchie and Hughie on your way to your underground hideout. Butcher is driving, M.M in the passenger's seat. The Frenchman has the window cracked with a cigarette hanging between his teeth while Hughie bounces his knee up and down in anxiety.

You can only imagine the tight grip Butcher has on the steering wheel. The thoughts of anger going through his head. His plan was a stupid one and you called him on that the minute he proposed the idea. But one dark look from him had you shutting up and rolling your eyes, going along with the stupid plan with the other boys.

Emphasis on stupid plan.

Your goal was to attend a Supes charity event to follow the lead on a Supe dealing Compound V. Rumor was that he was going to make a big appearance and donate a shit ton of money to the charity, allowing him to gain more favors with the public as he wanted to join the Seven.

That’s when the stupid plan started. Butcher had you and Frenchie pretend to be married, which was the first stupid idea he pitched. The Frenchman is your best friend but the two of you work together on missions as well as a cat and a dog. He gets too easily excited at the smallest bit of action while you always go into things level headed.

You two were dressed to impress, Frenchie in an expensive suit and yourself in a revealing cocktail dress. While the two of you were to mingle and pick up comments of where the guest of honor would be, the other three boys were to be scouting the hotel rooms looking for him based on the information you gathered.

So, with the first stupid idea being you pretending to be married to Frenchie, the second was the revealing dress. Because the guest of honor wasn’t out preparing in his hotel room. No, he was mingling with the crowd when his eyes landed on you.

You told Butcher that you being on the floor was not a good idea. That you were the exact type of woman this man was accused of fraternizing with. But did he listen? No. You felt like you were reliving your CIA days - half cocked plans, shoot first, questions later, deal with whatever mess you caused later.

You had to use the restroom and informed Frenchie you’d be back in a moment. The Frenchman merely nodded, turning his attention back to those around him. Another reason why you two should never be partners in this sort of thing. Because any other partner would have gone with you but Frenchie just gets too excited in these sorts of things.

That’s how you found yourself, alone and cornered in the women’s bathroom, the guest of honor not letting you escape. You whispered into your com to tell the boys, Butcher telling you to stall, that they’ll be there soon. You learned not to rely on Butcher early on

So when the boys entered the women’s room to find you covered in blood, the back of a toilet seat in hand, to say Butcher was pissed was an understatement. The Supe made one to many advances, not catching the hint. He backed you into a stall and the two of you began to fight, him eventually encircling his hands around your neck. Reaching for the only thing you could grab, you found the back of the toilet seat and bashed his head in, repeatedly

“I told you it was a stupid plan.” You said to Butcher, dropping the seat cover and stepping over the body to leave the restroom and head to the car

You’re shaken out of your thoughts by the sound of a car door being slammed and look up to see that you’re back to the hideout, Butcher already having exited. You sigh and get out on the same side as Frenchie, closing the door behind you.

“Dumbing fucking cunt.” Butcher mumbles as you five enter the hideout.

You roll your eyes and push pass everyone to enter the bathroom, needing to get the Supes’ blood off of you. You close the door behind you and stand in front of the mirror, looking at yourself.

Your face is speckled with blood and your eye is starting to bruise, purple peeking out through your naturally tan skin. Your hair that was once in a neat pulled back high pony is frizzy, strands falling out to frame your face. You notice light purple marks already beginning to form on your neck, showing signs of the strangulation you endured only an hour ago.

Clenching your fists, you turn on the water, steam rising to the mirror. You place your hands under it and scrub, wanting your blood and the Supes gone.

“Fucking Butcher.” You mumble to yourself. “Fucking stupid fucking plan.”

“Well maybe you should fucking listen for a change, aye?” A British voice says from your right.

You jump and turn towards the voice, seeing the large frame of one Billy Butcher in the bathroom, door shut behind him. You shut off the water and then turn towards him. His face his angry, his arms at his sides as you watch him clench and unclench his fists.

You let you a chuckle. “Me listen for a change?” You ask incredulously as you throw you hands up in the air. “That’s rich coming from you.”

“Is it?” He asks, cocking his head to his side and bearing his teeth. “How’s that now?”

“Your fucking plan was fucking stupid to begin with and I. Told. You. That.” You take a step forward and point a finger into his chest to emphasize the last point.

“What’s stupid is you going of on your fucking own and being dumb enough to get fucking cornered by the fucking Supe.” Butcher yells back, smacking your hand away from his body.

“It was your genius idea to have Frenchie and I go in together - which I advised against!” You yell back just as loud.

Yelling feels good. The past months of putting up with Billy Butcher and his always right complex has finally taken its toll on you. You could put up with him in the CIA, really you could. There your goal was mutual and laid out in front of you. But now, now Butcher only seems to have his own agenda and never shares it with anyone.

“It was your brilliant idea to have me go in! When I fucking told you it was a bad. Fucking. Idea!” You scream.

“Well it was your brilliant idea to fucking bash the cunts head in, losing our lead on Compound V!”

Butcher's face is in yours, so close you can feel his breath against your lips. So badly do you want to punch the asshole. In fact, you want to take the back of this toilet off and bash his head in. Maybe than his plans won’t be as stupid as this one.

“You know what?” You ask, raising your hands in surrender. “I’m done.”

You move past Butcher, wanting to leave the bathroom, leave the hideout, leave this rag tag team. Your hand is on the door and opens it about 2 inches before it’s slammed shut. You feel Butcher’s body behind yours, his hand on the right side by your face.

“No.” He says gruffly, turning you around so you’re now facing him, back pressed against the door. “You’re done, when I say you’re done.”

You have had it. He’s been walking over the four of you for months and you’re done. It’s always his idea, his plans, his reasoning. Not anymore. Fuck this. Fuck the team. Fuck the Supes. And most importantly, fuck Billy Butcher.

“You know what? Fuck yo-“

You’re cut off by Butcher’s lips slamming into yours, his body pressing against you to pin you between him and the door. His lips move roughly, tasting of whiskey he probably took a swig of before following you in here.

You immediately respond, kissing back just as hard. Your lips move sloppily together, both of you so angry at the other you want the kiss to hurt. His hands are placed on your hips, gripping tightly you’re sure they’ll leave bruises. You bring your hands up to his hair and yank hard, wanting to do the same damage back.

He tongue pries open your mouth and immediately finds yours, tracing over it. You give back the same intensity he is, using your mouth to fight him since your arms physically can’t. An idea forms in your head and you pull away slightly, grabbing his bottom lip between your teeth and biting down. Hard.

Butcher immediately pulls away and you use the opportunity to catch your breath. Your chest heaves up and down and your body is warm, you’re positive your flushed. Butcher looks the same, his breath coming out in pants, cheeks red, hair going in all different directions.

“Did you just fucking bite me,” he asks, his hand going up to his mouth to check for blood.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking cunt I would’ve been gentler.” You goad him.

You watch as his eyes darken and he’s immediately on you again, lips on yours. This time his hands are on your ass and he pushes up, signally what he wants you to do. Your arms grip his shoulders as you jump, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Butcher immediately pins you back against the door and you pull away to gasp as you feel his hard cock against between your legs. Heat immediately rushes to your core and you shift slightly so it hits the right spot, brushing against your clit.

“Fuck Butcher.” You moan, hands moving down his body to reach the bottom of his shirt, wanting it off.

His hips press against you harder, causing you to throw your head back against the door. You watch through heavy eyelids as he removes his shirt in one go before finding your lips again. You didn’t even get the chance to admire his shirtless body, his hands tightly squeezing your ass as your own grip onto his shoulders.

You feel yourself begin to move and pull away to watch as he carries you a short distance to the sink, placing you atop it. He shoots you a quick grin before pulling at your dress, sliding it down your shoulders before his lips attach to your neck, trailing down.

“Ahhh.” Escapes you as he begins to suck on your pulse point, your hips bucking to once again feel his hard cock beneath his jeans against you.

He sucks harshly before biting down, his tongue then swirling along the mark that will be there tomorrow. While starting a new mark, his hands further pull down your dress, freeing your boobs from their constraints. Both hands grab them, fitting perfectly in his hands as he squeezes roughly.

“Fuck sweetheart, your breasts are magnificent.” Butcher mumbles against your neck before traveling lower.

His lips find one of your nipples, sucking and biting causing you to scrape your nails up his back and latch onto his shoulders. A sensation shoots down your body to your core and you buck your hips again, wishing his jeans were gone and he was already inside of you. One hand finds your free breast and squeezes the nipple tightly, another moan escaping you.

Sweat beads on your skin as his mouth switches its attention to your other nipple, his hand venturing further south before it meets your thigh. He bunches your dress up so it’s now only wrapped around your waist and presses a hand against your mound.

“Oh my God.” You groan as he pinches your clit, another sensation moving through your body.

“No underwear aye sweetheart?” Butcher starts, pulling away to look in your eyes. “If I knew you wanted me that bad all you had to do was ask.”

You roll your eyes. “Fuck yo-“

But Butcher cuts you off again, this time because of his finger entering you. His thick digit moves in and out slowly, your core so wet it can easily slide. You slide one of your hands down to the front of his jeans, blindly searching for his button and zipper.

You feel his other hand touch yours, helping you get his cock free. You pull his jeans down just enough for it to escape and immediately grab it, noting how your whole hand can’t fit all the way around.

“Ah Fuck.” Butcher groans, his hips rocking to allow his cock to slide through your enclosed hand.

He adds a second finger and you throw your head back, eyes closed. He starts to set a pace and you try to follow it with your hand on his cock, your hips slightly rocking to the motion. His fingers curl up, finding the spot you desperately needed him to find.

“Fuck Butcher.” You gasp, your hips starting to increase their pace.

Only he immediately pulls his fingers out of you.

You open your eyes and begin to lift your head but stop as a hand wraps around your neck. Your body tenses, your gaze meets Butchers. His eyes are dark, face flushed and sweat coating his skin.

“You say my name when I’m inside of you.” He states, his grip tightening slightly to emphasize the demand before loosening.

You can only nod and that’s enough for him as he guides his cock into you. You gasp at the intrusion, his two fingers not even coming close to the size of his cock. You feel it stretching your walls and try to take in air as it touches every crevice inside of you.

Billy doesn’t give you time to adjust to his size as he immediately pulls out before ramming back into you. You feel slight pain at the repeated intrusion but it quickly turns into only pleasure as he sets a fast and rough pace. His hand doesn’t leave your neck, his other tightly gripping your hip to hold you in place. Both of your hands grab onto his shoulders, squeezing tightly, nails digging into them again.

“Fuck Billy. Fuck.” You say as his cock reaches a deep place inside of you.

“How’s tha’ sweetheart?” He asks, his lips attacking your neck in kisses and bites. “This why you’re always such a bitch? Huh? Needed me to fuck that attitude out of you?”

You don’t respond. Instead, you move your hands to his head, guiding his lips to yours. You move just as roughly as before, teeth clashing and tongues dancing as you both try to fuck the fight out of each other.

Billy’s hand on your neck slides down to reach your clit, rubbing your juices over it. You pull your mouth away, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.

“Fuck that. Look at me.” Billy starts, his hand leaving your clit to grab your chin roughly. “Look at this.” He guides your head down, your eyes watching as his cock exits and enters you, coated with your juices. “Look at how wet you are for me. How good my cock makes you feel. You like tha’ sweetheart?”

You nod, looking back up to meet his gaze, his brown eyes so dark they appear black. His hand returns to rub your clit and you stare into each other's eyes as the sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your panting breaths fill the room.

“Billy. I’m- I’m close.” You tell him, feeling that familiar sensation creep deep into your stomach.

Billy’s response isn’t verbal but you know he’s heard you as his pace picks up and he rubs your clit harder. You moan a little louder causing Billy to kiss you again.

“Don’t want the boys to have dinner and a show aye.” He grins as he pulls away.

His hips continue to snap, his cock sliding out of you only to hammer back in, hitting the deep part of you repeatedly. Your core begins to tighten and you squeeze your eyes shut as the familiar feeling starts to take over.

“Fuck, Billy. Shit. Billy.” You chant, the feeling now taking over.

Your eyes remain closed as your body tenses and you feel yourself come undone. Your channel squeezes his cock as it continues to move in and out of you, Billy not stopping as you ride your high. You hands latch onto his neck and you pull him back to a kiss as the feeling slowly begins to die down.

Billy feels you unclench and pulls out, his mouth still connected to yours as his hands pump himself once, twice, before he releases a groan against your lip as he cums onto your dress and stomach.

“Fuck sweetheart.” Billy says as he pulls away from your lips.

He leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, both of you panting as you come down from your highs.

“It was still a stupid plan.” You whisper to him, a small smile on your lips.

Billy just gives a disbelieved laugh before leaning down to kiss you once more.

If all his stupid plans of the past ended like this, maybe you wouldn’t hate him as much as you do.

[essentiallyleaf]

Ya know what , I'll give you an idea

As a commercial pilot how bout a kink "plane sex"

And pls write Rosé with this kink

day 15. body worship. with. rosé.

1268 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, body worship, lots of kissing and licking, feet stuff, abs stuff, oral sex, fingering, squirting, minor plane stuff, the dialogue just goes places idk, hold onto your suspension of disbelief for dear life, blasphemy(?).

notes.

this is barely even related to the ask, isn’t it? sorry, icyphilosopher, i really am (thank you so much for the inspiration though). well, my excuse is i watched Queen & Slim (it was alright, the soundtrack might be the best part. that and Daniel Kaluuya) and felt like crime today.

The private jet has barely taken off when Rosé starts taking her clothes off, starting from the black heels, then proceeding with the black cropped blazer, the high-waisted black shorts, along with the belt and the chains attached to them, the polka dot black shirt, and finishing with the black stockings and her black underwear. She puts them all in a black trash bag and throws herself on the beige leather sofa face first, completely naked.

“Fuck this ‘No fires on the plane’ rule.” She complains into the beige pillow.

“I mean, if you want to burn them now and cause a fire, making the jet collapse on itself and getting us buried on the bottom of the northern Pacific, go ahead.” You reply nonchalantly as you take a sip of vodka while sitting cross-legged on one of the beige armchairs.

“Honestly, compared to the prospect of a ten-hour flight with you, that doesn’t even sound that bad”

It’s Rosé’s habit to burn clothes, phones, cars, (people,) anything that can be linked to her in a meaningful way, after every job. This time it was a fairly straightforward drug trade with this Yakuza syndicate in Osaka: give the talcum powder, take the money, go home. The road was somewhat bumpy and a couple heads had to pop, but what can you do. Oh, and the getting naked in front of you part, that was a thing way before you two started fucking.

You stand up from your seat and duck next to the couch as she turns her head towards you. Start caressing her smooth, long blonde hair as you admire her graceful features. How could such a cold, brutal criminal look so angelic?

“Are you in a hurry?”

“Leave no trace.” She recites her mantra matter-of-factly.

“You think someone’s on our trail?”

You lay on top of her and start kissing her shoulders, from the left, then move her hair to kiss her neck, to the right, and back a couple times.

“Someone’s always on your trail.” Your kisses start heading down her back, each a little wetter than the previous. “You know how it always ends with people like us, right?”

You think you hear Rosé’s voice break for a split second, but you could be wrong. Place your hands on her shoulders and start slowly making little circles with your thumbs as you keep traveling down.

“We get greedy and scared and die sad and alone?”

“We always trust one person too many”

As your trail of kisses gets to her lower back, right above the curve of her ass, you flip her body around. Bend her legs on her chest, then start massaging each foot with one of your hands, going from the middle of her soles, to her heels, to the balls of her feet, untangling her muscle fibers all the way through. You hear her humming in the meantime.

“So? Would you stop living your life for that?”

“I would try my best not to end my life because of that.” You bring her feet to your mouth and start pecking her toes, then travel down the inside of her feet and up again kissing her soles. “Plus, it gives me a sense of peace, of liberation”

“Ashes to ashes?”

“In that analogy, I would be… God?”

Take a long lick from her heel to the ball of her foot, ending by wrapping your lips around her big toe and licking all around it.

“Do you feel like one?”

“I don’t think God sees himself like we see him” She moves her other foot towards your mouth to signal you to switch, which you do, as your hands reach towards her small breasts and start softly playing with her rosy nipples. “Powerful men need people to adore them to feel immortal. Immortals don’t need our attention to be powerful”

“You think God is a woman?”

“I think God is a depressed fuck.”

You let out a chuckle. Then lower her knees again and place yourself between them to start kissing and licking her wonderful, sculpted abs. Your right hand almost instinctively starts lightly rubbing her already wet outer lips, your left grabbing her plump asscheek.

“What a short couple billion years alone in the button room could do to ya”

“But honestly, working on the wrong side of the law… I think it’s hard not to feel like one” She starts panting a little in between words.

“Ego?” Your mouth slowly travels down her lower stomach while your fingers play with her nub.

“Just, pure facts. I could kill a man that crosses my path at any time, and I have. Mmmmh. We just, own their lives. The decision to let them live on, or to end them, right then and there. It’s all ours. Yeahh- How do you not feel all-powerful when you have that?”

It becomes hard for her to complete a sentence without any moans in between.

“Does it matter?”

“W-What?”

Rosé’s focus is probably directed away from the conversation, and towards the feeling of your fingers opening her lips wide and your tongue taking one long lick from the bottom of her slit up to her sensitive clit.

“I don’t know them. Are decisions over the lives of people you don’t care about even worth making?”

You take several shorter licks around her slit, side to side, up and down, once in a while penetrating her hole slightly.

“What do y-youh care about?”

As her moans become longer and more frequent, her sentences become simpler and shorter.

“Right now, taking my money home”

Your tongue digs deep into her pussy, you try to reach every corner and crevice of her heat with it, and her whimpers tell you you’re doing a pretty good job at it.

“And th-en, what?”

Your mouth detaches from her right as she sounds like she’s going to give in. You get on your knees and pause for a second, looking at the empty floor of the plane. 

“...I don’t know, a legacy?”

“Villains have no legacy, they only leave bloody paper and hate behind them”

You get back down to face her, staring right down Rosé’s deep brown orbs. Your fingers return to her lower lips, and two of them make their way into her slippery walls, drawing a loud groan off of her. You start pumping in and out of her at an ever increasing pace.

“Love. I want someone to come back home to, to be there, waiting for me, to heal my wounds.” She’s now moaning right in your face, her pitch getting higher and higher, signaling her impending high, but her eyes are wide open and locked on yours. “To be able to spend time with, in silence, without it feeling awkward, not needing to worry about the future, just looking at her in the eyes, and, being in love.”

A few final pumps and Rosé starts repeatedly contracting around you, a stream of unholy water covering your entire hand and wrist in a profane coating, only a deep, tongue-filled kiss muting her screams as she finally can’t keep her eyes open anymore. You close yours with her as her arms wrap around your neck. The kiss lasts far longer than the already lengthy while she takes to recover from her strong orgasm. As both of you stare into each other’s pupils again, you’re the first to talk.

“How do you know when you’ve found what you’re looking for?”

“I don’t know. I think I’ll start from, looking at the junk I’ve collected on my way, before burning it”

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footnotes.

god is a journey. progressively, leaf.

[rugtopper]

LOVING UNCLE VAL

By Rugtopper

I had debated all day whether or not I was going to talk to my uncle.  When he finally came home that evening from an art exhibition, I waited until he had finished in his bedroom before I finally knocked on his bedroom door.

"Wait just a moment, Anthony.  I'm in the bathroom."

I waited another minute or so and then my uncle told me to come in.

I sat down on the end of the bed and waited to say what I wanted to say while I watched my uncle.  My Uncle Valentine Carminello was standing in front of his dresser mirror removing his cufflinks and button studs from his tuxedo shirt.  He had removed his tuxedo pants.  Even though his shirt was loose, I could clearly see his traditional athletic undershirt beneath it.  He was still wearing his black thick and thin socks, his double grip sock garters, and his opera court shoes.  I could also see he was wearing boxer shorts that were almost knee-length with little burgundy medallions all over them. Being Italian, he had the most luscious head of jet black hair.  Although on closer inspection, it was obvious that his hair was really a toupee.  As it was 1978, his toupee was the best Kanekalon fiber money could buy.  It was thick and full and brushed off the forehead in an Italian pompadour.  It was styled with an off-the-forehead upsweep.  If you got very close you could see the mesh foundation base.  I was in awe.

"Did you enjoy the art exhibition, Uncle Val?"

"It wasn't bad, Anthony.  It was an eclectic mix.  Now, Anthony, what is the matter with you?  You have been in a mood all day long.  Did you do well on that science test?"

"I made a B minus on the test, but I got an A plus on the lab work.  That's not why I've been in a weird mood lately."

"Well, I'm proud of you.  Now, what is wrong?"

"I don't know how to tell you."

"Well, you don't look sick.  What is going on?"

I just sat there looking down, unable to really say what I really wanted to say.

"Well . . ."

I just blurted out, "I want my hair to look like yours, Uncle Val."

"Anthony, look at me.  Look at my hair.  Now I know that you are fully aware that my hair is not really my own hair.  You are old enough to know that this is a toupee."

"I know, Uncle Val, but I love how it looks and I love you.  I just want to look like you."

"Oh, Anthony I love you, too, but you are only 13 years old.  You are too young for a toupee.  Besides, you have nice pretty hair just like your mom had."

We just sat there for a few moments.  Finally I looked up at my uncle and asked, "do you know why we were late to the funeral service?"  

"That was ages ago, Anthony .  You were only six.  How could I remember.  I don't recall that we were late for the funeral, Anthony.  They were not going to start without us.  I just remember how handsome you looked in your little suit."

"Uncle Val, we were late because I kept trying to make my hair look like yours.  Dad always made fun of it.  I didn't know when I was six what a toupee was.  I just knew I liked how nice it looked."

"Anthony, your dad never liked me even before he married my sister, your mom.  I didn't want them to get married, but your mom insisted on marrying him.  When they started fighting, she made sure she named me as your guardian.  Four months later, they had that horrible car wreck that killed them and put you in the hospital for weeks."

"I know.  I don't know why I want to have hair like yours.  I just would like mine to look like yours."

"Anthony, look at me."  He reached up and started slowly removing his toupee.  I couldn't believe how bald he was.  I hadn't seen him without his toupee in a few years.  He had always tried to keep me from seeing him without it.  "Take a close look, Anthony.  Do you really want to be like this?  Does this have to do with your friends?  Your friend Danny's grandfather wears a toupee, so does your friend Marty's eldest brother.  Is that what this is about?"

"How do you know about them?"

"They both go to the same barber as I do. Is this what this is about?"

"Not exactly.  I don't know.  I just know that I'd like to have one."

"Anthony, do you really want to be bald and wear a toupee?  Do you really want to put up with the snide remarks behind your back like that I get?  What about swimming and roller coasters?  Yeah, you can enjoy them, but there is always the fear that you might have a mishap and be embarrassed.  Then there is the fact that someone might want to run their fingers through your hair someday.  Do you want to have to endure that potential humiliation?  I don't think you have even begun to think about what is involved with something like this."

As he finished telling me all that, he got up from the bed, took his toupee and put it on its leather wig stand on his dresser.  There was a slightly longer one just beside it.  He came back to the end of the bed, put on his robe, sat down, and removed his shoes, garters, and socks.  He slipped on his house shoes and went to the kitchen.  I followed him.  He filled the kettle from the tap and got two mugs.  He was going to make chamomile tea.  I knew we weren't through talking.

"Anthony, you are a sweet boy, but you haven't got a clue what you think you want."

"You may be right.  I guess I'm being silly, wanting my hair to look like yours."

"Of course I'm right.  Now, drink your tea and tell me more about this science lab.  You're a better student than I ever was.  I nearly blew my science lab up when I was your age."

I went to bed that night, but I still couldn't get the idea out of my head.  I decided to try talking to Uncle Val again after school.  It went slightly better only because Uncle Val made a concession.

"Come here, Anthony.  Put on my spare," Uncle Val said to me after I talked to him the next day.  I went into his bedroom.  I sat at the little built-in vanity.  He took the spare toupee off its stand and put it on top of my head.  It felt funny with my mop of dark wavy hair bunched up underneath it.  He tried to get it to stay in place and combed it.  I thought it looked great, even if I was only 13.

"So, what do you think?  How does it feel?"

"I don't know.  I guess I would have to get used to it like you did."

He took it off and put it back on its stand.

"I'll tell you what, Anthony.  When you are older, if you need it, I will do everything to help you get one.  However, if, when you graduate from high school, you still want it, whether you need it or not, I will get it for you before you go off to college.  Okay?"

"Okay."

With that, I didn't discuss it with him anymore.  However, the desire never faded.  It only grew stronger as the months and years rolled on.  As I soon discovered how to pleasure myself, I realized why I might want it.  That was something I certainly couldn't tell Uncle Val.

As the school years rolled by, I adopted a few other things I liked about my uncle.  He took me to buy some underclothes and a pair of garters.  He thought it was funny when I dyed my dark brown hair black, but he didn't make fun of me.

The week of my high school graduation, I asked him if he remembered what he had promised me when I was only 13.  I reminded him that he said that he would get me a toupee whether I needed one or not after I graduated from school.  I asked him for one as a graduation present before I went off to college.

"What!  Are you crazy, Anthony?  Look at you.  Most guys would be jealous of a head of hair like yours.  Hell, I'm jealous.  Why on earth would you want to get rid of it only to cover up with a cheap facsimile?  It doesn't make any sense."

"You're right, Uncle Val.  It doesn't make any sense.  I don't understand it at all, but you promised.  Will you take me to your barber next week after I graduate?"

Uncle Val just stood there .  He hadn't changed much in the past six years.  His toupee was just as dark and full.  It was still a synthetic fiber, though I don't know what kind.  He finally walked over to the phone and called his barber.  He was on the phone for quite some time.  When he got off the phone, he looked at me and said, "you have an appointment a week from Friday."

I know I smiled and said thank you.  I probably also got a bit excited in other ways.  I wasn't really thinking clearly.

Finals and graduation flew by without incident.  I was 25th in my class.

When Friday came, I was excited and nervous and scared.  I had no idea what was going to happen.  Over the years I had gone to the barbershop with Uncle Val.  I had watched him get his real hair trimmed while he sat there very bald and embarrassed.  I would look at the hairpiece magazines.  Sometimes I'd take a few home to look at while I played with myself.  Sometimes Danny's grandfather was there.  Sometimes Marty's eldest brother was there.  Danny's grandfather was at least 60.  His toupee was this pewter or silvery gray that was very thick.  Marty's eldest brother was named Jon.  He was about an inch shorter than Marty.  He wore a brown toupee with a traditional left-sided part.  I couldn't believe how bald he was when the barber removed his toupee to trim his fringe.  Marty and I had turned 18 a few weeks apart.  Jon had to have been 26 or 27.  Marty never told me when Jon got his first toupee.  I was going to wait and ask him myself after I got mine.

After all the customers had left, Uncle Val began talking with the barber.  About ten minutes later, he motioned for me to get in the chair.  He had a toupee exactly like Uncle Val's, only it was light brown.  There was some gray on the sides and in the back, but none in the toupee.  He began combing my hair in various directions.  Finally he got these long clips and began to segment my hair.  He took a pair of scissors and a narrow-toothed comb.  He started giving me a regular haircut on the sides above my ears and in the back.  He was extremely quick.  In less than 15 minutes, he was completely done.  I had a traditional businessman's haircut that would have been acceptable in any corporate setting around the globe.  He put down the comb and scissors and walked to a cabinet a few feet away.  He opened to reveal a dozen wig stands on three different shelves.  He took two identical off the third shelf and carried them over to the ledge across from the chair from where I was sitting.  They were similar in style to the barber's and Uncle Val's, but they were a dark brown like what my natural hair color had been before I dyed it.

He took the clips out of the hair on top.  He got clippers, turned them on, and began removing all the hair on the top of my head.  He made several passes from back to front as sheets of my dyed black hair fell onto the clear, see-through cape.  With each pass, I saw more and more scalp.  After the third pass, he got a small electric razor and ran it back and forth across the top of my head.  I had dreamed of this moment.  Now that it was finally happening, I did not know how to respond.  I just sat silently in awe of my new look.  He must have told me to get up because Uncle Val had to call my name and tap me on the shoulder.  The barber led me to the sink.  He shampooed my hair.  It had an almost acrid, pungent odor.  I soon discovered that it was to remove the black dye.  After he applied a heavy cream conditioner to my hair and scalp, he left me with my head in the basin for almost five minutes.  After he rinsed me, he applied another heavy cream, but only to the top of my scalp.  It felt like my scalp was on fire.  He told me this would kill the hair follicles for several weeks making it easier to wear the toupee on a day-to-day basis.  When he said that I suddenly got the most uncontrollable erection I had ever had in public.  Tipped backward in that chair, there was no way to hide it.  The barber just smiled and made a comment about me being like my uncle.  After he rinsed the depilatory from my scalp, he led me back to the barber's chair.  I got a good look at the new me.  I was bald.  I was almost as bald as Uncle Val.  I didn't look 18.  I didn't know how old I looked, but it wasn't anything like a teenager should look.

The fitting, and the cutting, and the styling took quite some time.  Despite his swiftness, it took over an hour to "cut-in" both of my new hairpieces.  He dealt with both exactly the same way.  There was very little styling involved.  They were mesh based just like Uncle Val's.  There was a perimeter of hardened plastic where the barber applied a heavy double-sided tape.  He used thinning shears to taper and blend the sides and back into the fringe hair.  He never trimmed the main body of my new toupees.  Lastly, he rolled this machine over and plugged it in.  It looked like a portable IV drip that you would see in the hospital except this had a huge two gallon container at the bottom full of water with a hose attached to something that looked like it came off a vacuum cleaner.  He told me it was a steamer that is used for clothes, but it worked well on hairpieces.  He turned it on.  In less than two minutes, steam was coming out of the hose.  He took the vacuum cleaner attachment in his hand and with a brush began styling my new hair.  I could feel my toupee ever so slightly lift as he used the steamer and the brush to "shape" my new hair into the same style he and Uncle Val also had.

When he finished with the second toupee, he put the spare wig on its stand and the other empty stand in two sacks.  Uncle Val paid and we left the barbershop.  Uncle Val had me place the sacks in his trunk.  When we got into the car, he looked over at me and said, "well, Anthony, is it everything you thought it would be?"

I didn't really know what to say or what he expected me to say.  Finally, I looked in the vanity mirror at my new hair.

"I like how it looks, but it feels different than what I had expected it to feel like.  I'm also slightly nervous because I'm actually bald underneath my new toupee."

"Well, you said this is what you wanted.  You better plan on wearing it for a very long time.  I don't want you to leave the house without it taped to your head.  Do you understand me?  So, are you ready to face the public as a young man in a rug?"

"What?"

"I thought I'd take you out to dinner.  I know graduation was last week, but I think you need to get used to wearing it out in public as soon as possible.  Danny and his grandfather, Tom, and Jon and Marty are meeting us at the restaurant.  Danny and Marty were at the barbershop earlier this morning.  I think they will want you to see their new look, and they will want to see your new look, as well."

I just turned and stared at my uncle and finally said, "I love you, Uncle Val!"

"I know, Anthony.  I love you, too."

Six handsome men of various ages sat around a huge table at a popular local steakhouse in 1984.  It was no different than other people eating out on any given night, except these six men all shared an uncommon, but fairly obvious secret.  Sadly, they were also oblivious to the fact that most anyone with basic observation skills could deduce that special secret.

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Ok, i totally understand that you get a lot of requests but i literally couldn’t live without asking…Could you do a part two to the spencer reid loml fic where he goes to san francisco and makes up with the reader? Tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

(btw so high school is my fav fic ever i love it sm)

Hi love!! Thank you so so so much for your kind words; I hope this is to your liking, because I wanted to keep the angsty mood long enough to answer the questions from the first part; but ending with a little fluff

Btw, I have a pendidng Hotch request I'm currently working on, so I wanted to remind you that requests are always open🥰

y/n – your name

Warnings: A little angst, bad words and just Sad Boy Spence with a sprinkle of fluff at the end

Word count: 6,395 (is bc there are emojis)

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Almost a month had gone by since you left the BAU in Quantico; and even if you tried to see the bright side of things, since Spencer had called off your engagement, life felt like walking around with a hole pierced where your heart used to be. Although, it is important to note, things for Spencer weren’t much better on the other side of the country.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, Reid, but I think you should really consider taking some time off work” Emily told Spencer as they were exiting the jet recently landed jet

“I’m alright Prentiss, what happened in the field won’t happen ever again” Spencer scoffed, almost sounding petulant, and exhausted after days with little to no sleep and a complicated case that took an enormous toll on him

“This is not a question Reid, you put your life, the victim’s and your team’s life on the line for what? Because you had a hunch? I’m sorry but in this line of work you can’t just risk it all just because you think so, and you should know that, specially by now” Emily replied, this time with a firm tone that send a shiver trough Spencer’s back; he knew Emily was right, but he really couldn’t admit it, even to himself, that the past month had been hell on earth without you

“I… I’m sorry, I was so sure I could catch the unsub” Spencer tried arguing, but he knew no matter what he said, Emily was right, his head wasn’t in the right place and he ended up jeopardizing the case, and almost letting the unsub walk freely

“I’ll take advantage of the gunshot you received to have you on medical leave for at least two weeks, and hopefully when you come back, your head is clear and you’ll stop doing rookie mistakes” Emily said, trying her best to gift Spencer a compassionate smile

“Alright boss, see you in a fortnight” Spencer said, with a forced smile carrying his go bag, ready to go home; except that, home wasn’t home anymore. “Home” was room 313 of a crappy hotel; even if the mortgage payments for the apartment you two used to share were currently being taken off his bank account. Spencer Reid did not have the heart to step into the apartment he had impulsively bought hoping you’d come back to him.

When Spencer thought about coming home, all he could think about was coming back to you. Your soft embrace, your sparkling eyes, and the way you had to make life better just by being present. Until this day, Spencer could not understand, nor explain, the effect you had on people: you were like a ray of sunlight after a week of rain; whenever he thought of you, he got the same excitement you get when the first flowers of the spring start blooming. Even if he wanted to be stubborn and hold on to his decision of breaking off the engagement, it took every fiber of his being to not drive his car all the way to San Francisco to get you back. But then again, his logical side kicked in and reminded him of all the reasons you couldn’t be together:

He was way older than you, Spencer Reid was convinced that the eight-year difference would take a toll on the relationship, sooner or later

He knew schizophrenia was almost likely to be hereditary, and he didn’t want to put you thought the hell he lived with his mom when he was younger

Your career was just taking off at the FBI, while his was somehow was marked permanently by his time in prison and more than a couple of disciplinary issues; and he wanted nothing to do with your reputation being stained by associating with him

While you were a hell of a profiler, after years at the BAU he knew what the job could do to you, and he did not want to risk you losing your spark with all the trauma the job inflicted

Every single person he has ever loved ended up either death, kidnapped or extremely harmed by being close to him. This was a particularly painful reason, especially because he is not a man of faith, but sometimes, late at night Doctor Spencer Reid wonders if he’s somehow the victim of a prophecy, or a cruel joke of fate considering every single person he has ever loved suffers when they’re around him; and of course, he could not let you suffer, nor put you in any danger because of his ill luck

Sure, whenever he thought of these reasons he called bullshit on himself, but at the end of the day, the decision was made, and you were perfectly safe from him (and his curse) at the other side of the country.

Since the day he called off the engagement, Spencer felt that he was living his life in autopilot. Most of the time, he wasn’t even present at the moment because he was too immersed into his own head, spinning and replaying the dreadful day he broke your heart; which ended up with him making huge mistakes at work, and disappointing René Descartes: as he was not thinking.

Without even noticing, he arrived into his hotel room, sighted, and decided he was too tired to even eat, so he just went to bed.

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After a couple of days of bed rotting, Spencer received an unexpected knock on his hotel door, and it was his dear friend Penelope Garcia.

“How are we doing, boy genius?” the bubbly blonde asked as she came into the messy hotel room. Spencer was known to be a pretty organized person, some would even dare to say he had a small OCD, but from the state of this hotel room, Penelope was both perplexed and alarmed

“I guess you heard about my medical leave” Spencer said taking a seat on the bed with a voice that almost sounded like a grunt

“Yeah… I was pretty surprised when you didn’t show up to the jet, I mean, I knew the injury of the bullet you took in Arkansas wasn’t that devastating” she said, clearly nervous about the topic

“The bullet just grazed my shoulder, I really didn’t need the medical leave” Spencer scoffed rolling his eyes, “So why are you here? Prentiss send you to check up on me?” the young Doctor said facing his friend

“I was just… worried about you… I know… I know things have been difficult since y/n left Virginia” Penelope said, almost rambling, and worried that her words would shake up Spencer.

Everyone at the BAU, knew Spencer Reid was a yapper, nonetheless and since he came back from prison, it was like something inside Spencer died. He was still a genius who held on his mind almost every single piece of information he has ever read, or learn, but something was totally different. He stopped his rambles, he became more reserved, and he built these walls around him and his personal life. Of course, some of this changed when he was with you, once again he had opened up his heart to trust, and his old friends like García, Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss sometimes even felt like they could catch a glimpse of the old Spencer Reid. Unfortunately, Spencer went back to his avoiding and reserved ways once you left the BAU; it almost seemed like you left, and took his heart with you.

“I’m alright, the wound is healing properly, and soon I’ll be back on the field” Spencer rushed to answer, avoiding commenting on you

“What’s wrong with you, Spence?” Penelope dared to ask directly seeing how avoidant he had been lately

“Nothing’s wrong, okay? Prentiss is just exaggerating, and that’s why she made me leave” Spencer said, rolling his eyes at his concerned friend

“You are one of my closest friends, I even dare to call you family Spence, and I know when something is wrong with my family” Penelope said taking a step closer to Spencer “I’ve been giving you your space with the whole y/n situation, I even refrained from asking the juicy details, but something is seriously wrong if you are running toward the unsubs, taking bullets just because, and pushing away the people who care about you” Penelope said, and Spencer realized how much of an ass he was being to his friends, but of course, he knew this was nowhere close to how much of an ass he had been towards you

“I fucked up” Spencer said with a strain of voice, as his eyes were covered by a soft mist of tears

“I know you did Spence, but you can make things better” Penelope said holding her friend in her arms as he silently cried over her shoulder

“y/n hates me… I… I screwed thing up and there’s no coming back from there” Spencer cried as Penelope streaked his hair reassuringly

“I’m sure y/n doesn’t hate you” she said after a pause “Whatever happened between the two of you was probably a misunderstanding that can be resolved” Penelope added with a string of hope on her voice. Nobody knew exactly what had gone on between the two of you; one day you were happily engaged, and the next Monday you had asked for your transfer to the other side of the country, with no explanation or goodbyes

“I… I got scared… I just love y/n so much I didn’t want to drag her down with me. I know I’m screwed up, and complicated to deal with… Also… It may sound stupid, but you know how every single person I’ve loved either dies or leaves? I was so scared out of my mind that something horrible would happen to her, I decided to end the engagement right there on the spot” Spencer admitted put loud for the first time, as tears rolled down his cheeks “You know the worst part? When y/n left town I even bought our apartment, just in case that she wanted to come back, but as days go back, I guess her decision was final, and she’s not coming back” Spencer continued his rant

“I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but I’ve kept tabs on her, since she left Virginia” Penelope said and Spencer’s eyes lit up at the possibility of learning something about you and your whereabouts

“Is she okay? Is she happy? How’s she doing in San Francisco?” Spencer rushed to ask, eager with anticipation

“She’s okay, she’s mostly working with children victims of human trafficking, so he’s been really busy, but overall her performance is alright” Penelope said, debating internally of she should give Spencer the envelope with your information she was caring on her purse

“y/n always enjoyed working with children” Spencer said with a small smile forming into his lips as the image of you popped on his head. He could see you, smiling brightly after solving the pieces that made the cases, the way you’d sight in relief after catching an unsub, and how dedicated you were to your work, he was so proud of you that the thought of you killing it on your new job made his heart flutter with excitement, but ache because the prospect of you coming back, somehow became even more distant

“I… there’s something else… she’s seen somebody new” Penelope said, and Spencer’s heart shattered at the idea of you with someone else. He could barely manage to stand, as his knees grew weak and his throat suddenly got dry “She’s dating an Assistant District Attorney, it’s something fairly new but I thought you should know” the blonde added, deciding she was going to facilitate Spencer all the information she had on you

“I hope he treats her right” Spencer said with a strain of voice as Penelope handed him the envelope she retrieved from her purse

“This is all the info I’ve gathered on y/n, I don’t know what you should do, but I… I hate seeing you like this, and honestly, the two of you were so happy together. I don’t know what happened or of it’s salvageable, but I know in my heart you love her, and she loves you, even if she’s forcing herself to move on, so just… follow your heart Reid, I know it’s hard and scary, but I promise you it’s worth it” Penelope said, cupping her friend’s cheek on her hand

“I don’t know what to say, I mean, of course I love her, but because I love her I have to let her go, I’m dangerous for her” Spencer said, with his eyes lingering from the envelope to his friend

“If that’s your final say, it’s okay, I brought this here for you, so I’m leaving it whether you want it or not, but please Spencer, I need you back, the whole team needs you” Penelope said cupping her friend’s cheek as she left the hotel room, leaving Reid with a messy web of thoughts that revolved around you.

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Another couple of days went by since Penelope’s visit, Spencer still hadn’t peaked through the envelope, but he was burning with anticipation to do so.

Spencer decided that he would make the best of this time off, and he could visit his mother. He bought a plane ticked for that same day, packed a bag with the envelope Penelope had left behind, and without letting anyone know, he left for Las Vegas, to see the only human being who could understand what he was going through.

“Hi mom” Spencer said entering the common room of the sanatorium Diana was on

“Spencer! How are you my honey” Diana greeted him with a warm hug, which he gladly accepted

“It’s been quite a while, but I’m alright” Spencer said, trying to hide the sadness on his eyes with a forced smile

“You should know better than to lie to your mother” Diana said, reading right through Spencer’s expression

“Everything’s messy mom, I… I broke off the engagement with y/n” Spencer spilled embarrassed of the whole situation, but confident his mom would have something wise to say

“You remember Mr. Knightley’s love confession to Emma?” Diana asked with a furrowed brow after a long pause, to take in her son’s words

“I cannot make speeches, Emma...If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it.” Spencer recited by heart; after all, he had read that novel at least ten times as it was your favorite. You didn’t know this, but the reason Spencer kept rereading the novel was to take inspiration and make references only for you and a handful of Jane Austen fans could catch in your wedding vows

“That’s right my brilliant boy, you want to know why those simple words have so much impact?” Diana said, getting ready to lecture her son in both literature, and love “Because when you love someone so much, it doesn’t matter how many layers and walls they build, at the end you know the right way to unfold them. As well, loving someone isn’t just loving when it’s easy, or when it seems right, it also means holding on through tick, thin, fears, complications and messiness. May I add, words are unnecesary when there is so much love in between” Diana said offering her son a kind smile

“I don’t think she can forgive me, mom, I really screwed up this time… I’m sure she thinks I don’t love her, damn, I wouldn’t be surprised if she thinks I never loved her in the first place” Spencer rambles exasperated by the whole situation his insecurities caused

“I’m sure she knows its bullshit, at the end of the day you love her; she’s a smart girl, she’ll figure it out just as I could tell you were trying to lie to my face” Diana said with a chuckle

“I’m sure she’s over me, she’s already dating a hot shot lawyer in San Francisco” Spencer said biting his lower lip

“It takes a lifetime to forget a great love, and lucky for you, that’s what you had; I’m sure you can get her back if you let go of your fears and put your heart on the line” Diana added cupping her son’s cheek

“I wouldn’t bet on it mom, I mean, I’ve put her through hell” Spencer said biting nervously the inside of his cheek

“Then bring her back from hell, just like Orpheus was supposed to bring Eurydice back” Diana said encouraging her son to follow his heart

“Do you believe I’m hard to love?” Spencer asked his mother in a serious tone, in hope she could calm down all his fears, and put to rest the voices in his head telling him it was not worth it

“I believe you are extraordinary, and that loving you is one of the greatest pleasure in life, of course, life comes with its ups and downs, but love is worth every single bump you encounter on the way” Diana said, convincing Spencer that he should fight for the one he loved, even if he was scared to death of doing so

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Spencer took another plane, this time it was bound to San Francisco; and he spent the whole plane ride studying obsessively the envelope Garcia had put together of you and your life in Frisco, as she had previously referred.

The transition made a toll on you, and you seemed to be putting on extra hours in the field just for the sake of it, but Spencer couldn’t shake away the feeling of pride that fluttered all around his chest as he reviewed your accomplishments. You seemed to be living on the bay area, and Spencer couldn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering as the pilot announced they were about to land in the airport. Suddenly, everything seemed real: the losing you, the never-ending love he still harvest on his heart for you, how much he had screwed up, the anxiety building over as the chance of rejection became a possibility. Sure, Spencer had come out of jail a changed man, but right now, he felt as anxious and vulnerable as the lanky Doctor with glasses he used to be when he first entered the BAU. What was he even supposed to do? Spencer Reid wasn’t used to winging things, but for the first time in his life, he boarded a plane without having an actual plan of what to do when he landed, and that was freaking scary.

He decided it would be creepy to just show up at your door, considering he knew your address by the information Penelope had given him when she visited, and he did not want to freak you out. Maybe he could hang nearby where you lived, until he either worked up the courage to talk to you, or he came up with an excuse that wasn’t pathetic to explain why he was so many miles away from home. A hotel! Suddenly Spencer thought he also needed to book a hotel or at least, find a place where he could spend the night. After reading a more than a couple of yelp reviews, the young Doctor found a hotel close enough to your home that he could get there by walking, but with enough distance to be considered respectful, or at least he thought so.

“For fucks sake, Spencer, you really need to come up with a hell of an excuse to be in San Francisco” Spencer muttered to himself as he was getting installed into the hotel room. After a couple of hours of pacing around in the room thinking, crafting, and tossing at the trash at least fifty excuses for him being in California, he decided it was about time to get something to eat.

He settled on a Thai place that was a couple of blocks away from his hotel, and as he was devouring his Tom Yum Goong, and suddenly he felt like he was about to choke on his soup: he heard your laugh. The same laugh that had been haunting his dreams for the past month, that one laugh he could recognize in a room full of noise, the laugh he would trade his lat breath of air, just to be able to hear at least one more time. The room started spinning and Spencer, a known rambler, suddenly was at a loss of words.

“Spencer?” he heard you calling him from the other side of the room, and for a second, Spencer Reid knew exactly why sailors found their death as soon as they heard the mermaid’s lullabies; but while he was thinking about drowning on the dulcet sound of your voice, a naughty piece of shrimp decided to block his airways and he started coughing

“Oh my god! Spencer, are you okay?” you rushed over to his side trying to help him, oblivious that your presence only made it harder for him to breath

“Excuse me, honey, let me handle this” Dylan, your new… situationship (?) said, holding Spencer and practicing the Heimlich Maneuver on the Doctor

If Spencer was struggling to find a good excuse for being in San Francisco, he better come up with something good, because this was deficiently the most embarrassing moment of his life; it was official, he has reached a new low point and he couldn’t wait for the earth to shatter under his feet and just swallow him.

“Hello y/n” Spencer said with a raspy voice as soon as he could breath

“Spencer! Hi, hello” you said, completely confused and shaken up by the situation that you just witnessed

“Are you okay, bro?” Dylan intervened, taking you out of the trance of what was going on in front of you

“Yes, I’m alright, thank you…” Spencer said, with his eyes glued to you

“I’m Dylan, Dylan Brown” Dylan said offering his hand to Spencer

“Spencer doesn’t…” you started speaking when you were interrupted

“I don’t shake hands, with the amount of pathogens you could get from a handshake is actually safer to jut kiss” Spencer cut you off “I’m Doctor Spencer Reid, nice to meet you” he said holding his hand up and waving a little

“Oh… I didn’t know we were in official business” Dylan said with a chuckle “District Attorney Dylan Brown, at your service” he continued flashing his winning smile, giving Spencer a weird feeling, maybe… jealousy? Whatever it was, definitely was the reason Spencer couldn’t spare a laugh for the person who pretty much just saved his life

“What are you… Why’re you here? I mean… Are you here on a case or something?” you asked, noticing how uncomfortable both Dylan and Spencer where with the situation

“I… I’m here to… yes! Actually I’m here consulting on a case” Spencer decided to lie, in order to preserve his last shred of dignity, little did he know…

“Oh really? That’s so weird, considering you’re on medical leave” you said cutting through his bullshit, okay, he didn’t know was it was possible, but somehow Spencer Reid started from the bottom, just to somehow sink even deeper

“How did you? How do you even know about the medical leave?” Spencer said, taking you off from the higher horse you pretended to be

“I didn’t… I mean… Garcia happened to mention something” you stuttered, as you refused to admit you had been checking up with Penelope, just to know how Spencer was doing

“Honey, we should go back to our table” Dylan once more intervened the staring contest that was going down between Spencer and you

“You should join me, actually, let me invite the two of you dinner, after all, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Dylan’s amazing technique of the Heimlich Maneuver” Spencer said with a hint of sarcasm, and you knew this night was bound to end in disaster

“We don’t want to impose” you rushed to reply

“Please, I insist, I’m just so shaken up by everything that went down” Spencer decided to play the victim, and you knew you were screwed

“Come on y/n, we can’t leave him all alone after his brush with death” Dylan said, unknowingly sealing the night’s fate, as he was taking a seat

“Thank you so much, to the both of you” Spencer started speaking, with his eyes piercing fierily into your own

“So you guys know each other?” Dylan tried to make sense of the situation

“Oh, yes, we used to work together, back in Virginia” you rapidly intervened to avoid Spencer giving away too much information

The dinner proceeded uneventful, but you couldn’t put your finger quite on it. There was something off with Spencer; the vibes weren’t vibing, and as much as you wanted to focus on Dylan, there was something magnetic pulling you towards Spencer, or maybe it was those damn profiler skills you couldn’t just push to the back or your mind, either way, you knew you had to stop it.

“I’m sorry for cutting this short, but I was just called into the office, apparently there’s an emergency” Dylan said checking his phone after ordering dessert

“Oh, let me come with you, maybe I can help” you said, thanking God, the universe or something for the way out

“Please don’t, you guys should really catch up, but I’ll text you when I get to the office, just so you don’t worry” Dylan said placing a kiss on the top of your head, making Spencer’s stomach flip “It was lovely to meet you Spencer, I hope this isn´t the last we see of each other” he added taking his coat, gifting the doctor a kind smile and walking away from the table

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked angrily as soon as Dylan went through the door

“I needed to talk to you” Spencer replied with a calm tone that was making your blood boil

“What do you want to talk about Reid? I think enough was said in Virginia” you scoffed

Spencer was a man of many words, unfortunately, at this very moment his brain was a mush and even if he wanted to, he was unable to string two sentences together. Seeing you made quite a number on him: his hands were sweaty, his head was spinning, his back was shivering, his pupils couldn’t focus, his stomach was in knots, and he was almost certain this is what a stroke feels like.

“So? Why are you really here?” you asked once more with an exasperated expression

“I…I…” he was choking again, this time just tripping with his own words

“Whatever you are playing, I want no part on it, I already lost enough with you” you said with a sober tone

“I’m in love with you, I fucked up, but I’m here to promise I’ll do everything in my power, actually I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you” Spencer rambled and you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation

“You’re a madman if you think you can just come here out of the blue, say that you love me and everything will be forgiven” you said, this time taking your own coat and leaving Spencer alone in the restaurant

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What the hell was wrong with Spencer Reid

That sentence was all you could think of on your way back home.

Did he really think he could show up in San Francisco, declare his love to you and what? You were supposed to come back to him? Even if your heart lowkey fluttered when your eyes first met his at the restaurant, he was being a complet ass and it was totally unacceptable. As you were getting ready to go to bed, your head was spinning, thinking about Spencer was not an option, but somehow the whole encounter kept poping into your head.

You tossed and turned on your bed, untill the clock on your bedside marked 2:20 am, and you knew there was only one person in the whole world who could help apeace your mind; the very same person that was the reason of your sleepless night.

“Hey, it’s me” you whispered as soon as Spencer picked up the phone

“Hello y/n, having a rough time sleeping?” you could hear Spencer’s husky voice on the other side of the line

“I think I’m ready to talk, and I’m guessing you already know where I live, so please come” you said, hanging up the call without giving him enough time to give you an answer

Fifteen minutes after the short phone call, Spencer was buzzing on the intercom of your apartment bulding; and no more than five minutes after that he was already knocking on your door.

“Please come in” you said, opening the door for him

“Thank you so much for having me over, I really need to talk to you” Spencer rambled as he was closely inspecting your apartment. There was something about the place, that somehow made it all feel like home even if it was on the opposite end of the country, althought deep down, he knew it wasn’t something, it was someone

“Please take a sit, and you better have a hell of an explanation to be here in San Francisco, because I’m not buying the idea that you’re here because you love me” you said, sitting on the couch across from where Spencer was standing

“I made a mistake, when we were in Quantico” Spencer started and you couldn’t help but cut him off with a sour smile, as your eyes starterd to accumulate tears. Sure, you had done everything in your power to just shove down the feelings to the bottom of your heart, and somewhow you were succedeing, but having the man you once loved, speaking about the most painful day of your life wasn’t easy

“If you’ve come here to state the obvious, you can just save your breath” you scoffed, trying to avoid his gaze

“I need you to hear me out, please” Spencer pleaded, and your heart couldn’t help but shatter a little with the amount of hurt that was accumulated both in his eyes, and his voice

“Alright, you got the floor to speak, but you can’t blame me for thinking this is riddiculous Spencer, you broke me, you had me all for yourself, and you decided to just… leave me” you said, feeling the tears roll down your eyes

“I got scared” Spencer said quietly, almost as a whisper

“Why were you afraid? I loved you with everything in me and more! There was no reason for you to doubt me!” you said, feeling both the pain and the anger building up in your throat

“I never doubted you! I was just… I was so afraid of something terrible happening to you… I just thought it’d be best to keep you away from me” Spencer replied, lowering his gaze

“What are you even talking about? You were afraid of something terrible happening to me? That’s why you decided it would be a good idea to just break my heart? Shatter all my dreams? Destroy the life we had planeed together?” you asked and Spencer couldn’t help but run his hands trough his hair in exasperation

“I don’t know how to explain this to you without sounding like a madman, or a religious freak; specially because I’m a man of science, but, please undertand me, statistically, all the people that I’ve loved either end up dead or terribly hurt” Spencer said and a chukle left your mouth before you could even realize

“Are you kidding me Spencer? Are you seriously telling me that you left me because you were somehow scared that you are cursed?” you asked in disbelief

“I’m not saying that I’m cursed! All I’m saying is that… I don’t know what I’m saying but I was trying to protect you! I love you so much, I’d hate myself if something happens to you because of me” Spencer pleaded. Sure, you knew it was wrong to laugh about people’s fears, and that everyone copes individually as they can, but this was just riddiculous to you

“Spencer, I work on the FBI with children and human traficking, I’m aware, actually, I’m certain that my name figures in more than one hit list, but that doesn’t stop me from living my life” you said, and you couldn’t help but feel that maybe if Spencer had the guts to talk about his feelings and fears out loud before, you wouldn’t be in this messy situation, hell, you’d probably even still be engaged

“I… I know that, and I’m so proud of you, and of your work but I… I couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to you, and just not being able to protect you” Spencer added

“Let me get this straigth, you were so afraid of losing me, you decided to just leave me?” you asked with an ironic tone as another laugh scaped your lips

“I mean… if you put it like that, I guess I did” he said, with a small chuckle

“Besides, how dare you think is romantic leaving me safe and stranded? Do you have any idea how much I cried over you? How many days I couldn’t sleep just wondering where did we go wrong? My God, Spencer! We almost had it all, I love you with everything in me and you just… let me go” you added with a bitter tone, as you tried to comprehend the Doctor’s train of thought

“I genuenly believed I was doing what was best for you” Spencer said without meeting your eyes

“Spence, you can’t live with the constant fear that something terrible is just going to happen, I understand that with our line of work sometimes even existing is complicated, but, you have to be brave” you said with a softer tone, trying to get Spencer to understand how out of pocket hhis fears were

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, if I could just somehow take it back, I would, I… I guess my anxiety got the best of me” Spencer said, this time with an embarrased tone

“Yeah, I imagine, but, as you know, that’s just not possible you” you added with a small smile, almost a pitty smile, because you counldn’t believe how unserious Spencer’s reason to call off the engagement was

“If you let me, I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life, I don’t care how much time I have to wait, I don’t even care if I have to move to San Francisco just to be with you! I’ll do anything, I’ll even marry you right here, right now, but please, give me another chance. Not a day goes by that I don’t love you! Hell, I even think I love you more today than I loved you yesterday, altough it’s not gonna be as much as I’ll love you tomorrow of the day after that” Spencer rambled, and you could feel your heart ache, for a whole month all you wanted, all you wished for was Spencer saying those words to you, but hearing them, now you were scared out of your mind

“I… I don’t think I can do this again, Spence” you said with a low voice

“Please y/n, I’ll do anything, I know deep down you still love me, maybe not as much as I love you, but it’s okay because I have so much love, I’ll just love you for the two of us” Spencer said with his eyes filling with tears

“I’m scared Spencer, how do I know you won’t jump ship again as easily as you did it last time?” you asked almost with a whispered. You figured out that if you were going to break his heart, at least you’d be straighfordward and honest

“I understand that you don’t trust me, or that’s scary, but you just told me that I can’t let my fears control my life… please, take a leap of faith with me” Spencer said stepping closer to the couch were you were sitting

“I don’t… I don’t know how, I already gave you my all once” you said, curling up on your couch like a wounded puppy

“Then let me prove to you that I mean it when I say I’ll give you my all, let me show you how serious I’m about spending the rest of my life with you” Spencer pleaded, taking your hand into his “I love you so much, I vow I won’t let anything come between us again, I don’t care if I have to fight a curse, a thousand unsubs, hitmen or whatever life throws at our way, I promise I’ll always stand by you… If you need to cry, I’ll be your shoulder, if you need protection, I’ll be your shelter, if you need to lean on, I’ll be your rock, but please, let me be everything and anyrthing you need” he added with teary eyes

“You get one chance, and we have a shit ton of things to figure out, but I swear if you screw up one more time, I’ll personally make sure to destroy you” you said with a teassing smile, and Spencer coulnd’t help but chuckle and plant a swee kiss on your lips

“I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I don’t screw up again” he said, and you gave hijm another kiss

You knew it would be messy, and even a little embarrasing to anounce, but your heart somehow intertwined perfectly with Spencer’s. You knew you loved him with everything in you and somehow, you were convinced by his words aboout how much he loved you. At the end of the day, love is a bet, and you knew Spencer Reid was banned from every casino in Vegas because he was an expert on statistics, so maybe, with his head and your gut, the two of you’d find a way for your love to work out.

[quirkwizard]

Pretty niche question, but based on the ide super hero vehicles, how would you design a super car for your chosen hero. For example, I thought of a jet ski for honenuki that lets him spray the “mud” he makes, along with a protective glass for a “Dive Mode”.

So I know this was for a single hero, but I had quiet a few ideas for this, so I'm going to lay out all of them. I will give an honorable mention to Tenya here. As funny as I think it would be to give them a car, they would obviously have something leg powered like the Flintstones.

Denki: He would definitely have a sports car, preferably one he could charge with his power. It could be used to carry spare batteries for him to recharge with, but I just think this would be something Denki would have given his personality, something big and impractical to get attention.

Gang Orca: We could give him an orca theme ship or submarine. It may sound silly to give him that, but if has to do a water rescue mission, not everyone he's working with or saving is going to be able to breath under water, so it's good to have a home base.

Kuriorio: This depends a lot on how you interpret how his Quirk works, but I like to think that he could take over something like a car and make it move. Maybe not something like a full sized vehicle, something more drone sized would suit him better, but it could still help him.

Fat Gum: I really like the idea of Fat Gum with a food truck. Not only would it help get him and his sidekicks around and work as a source of fuel for his power, it just feels so in character for him. I could easily see Fat Gum rolling in with a food truck to help feed people and raise morale.

Reiko: A pretty standard motorcycle. The big benefit would be that she could take it apart and put it back together, always having something to use an ammunition and taking it apart and putting it back together to get around tight spots, similar to Josuke from Jojo. Plus it fits with the idea of a ghostly rider coming after you.

Nezu: As tempted as I was to give him a teched out hamster ball or Stuart Little car, I like to give him something like a high tech van, preferably driven by one of his robots. This would effectively act as his mobile command center with various pieces of tech from where he could monitor and command any heroes in the area.

Best Jeanist: You know those massive cables that Jeansist used on Gigantomachia? What if he had something like that with his car of choice? There could be those metal fibers hidden all around the car. Not only could he fight more effeiceny with them, but pull off sick stunts like swinging from building to build in a car.

Uraraka: I think a kind of hover bike would be neat. Instead of having any advanced tech, Uraraka would make it float with her power, with the wheels being replaced by fans to push her around. Maybe she could have cables in the bike as well to pick things up and help move it around, similar to her own costume.

[redrosesartcabin]

The Exposing: Always having each others back

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin)

Link to the previous post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/723904915699908608/the-exposing-sacrifice

Link to the first post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722529797578833920/double-posting-my-fanfic-now

Link to the next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/724285350012436480/the-exposing-the-energon-mine?source=share

Throwing more characters into the mix ‘cause why not xD I’m just noticing now how much set up this plot needs lmao

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Raf understood nothing yet he couldn’t bring himself to sabotage you and Megatron…

…yes.

Megatron.

Now it made a lot more sense why Miko would be captured by the FBI, though it seems the FBI as well as Fowler and Ratchet haven’t figured out that of all the Decepticons Miko could protect it was Megatron.

And man: Had he been tempted to bust you two.

It had taken a couple of days for him to see Megatron transform from a car of all things back into himself.

You two had been in a clearing in the middle of the woods where he then stretched himself with you.

Fear had gotten stuck in every fiber muscle of Raf’s being as he watched the one that had nearly killed him once. He wanted to scream, run, do anything but he couldn’t move. He was entranced by the way you two interacted with each other. Megatron was so full of kind words and you for him and it made his heart swell with sympathy. Maybe that’s what Miko had seen too, Raf thought. ‘I’ll give them a chance’.

Raf was by no means a spy but he had gotten a bit of field training as a child when having to escape quickly or later on as an adult when he was hired to become a chief IT manager and hacker for the same international organization Miko worked for. It was enough to be able to place a tracker on you two and then monitor where you are going.

Raf wanted to figure out if you two had any plans and who knows? Maybe you would uncover some Decepticons?

But Raf figured out soon that he needed an actually trained field agent that could get into action in case it was needed. But who to tell who wouldn’t talk right away?

Ah yes-

“Hey Jack!”, Raf greeted as the person on the other line picked up.

“I’ve been expecting a call from you”, Jack said, though not annoyed but with a teasing smile, “Miko is in deep shit and I bet she already filled you in.”

“You catch on quick”, Raf quipped back, “Alright so here’s the deal…”

“I can’t believe this”, Jack sighed when he arrived at Raf’s place, “How in the world did this even happen?”

“I actually don’t know that yet, but we also don’t have time to contemplate this much! Believe me, I wanted to bust Megatron the minute I saw him, but something was just off- something off besides him having a car vehicle mode now of course”

“I hate to admit”, Jack said, “But old Megatron definitely wouldn’t have done that. Heck, didn’t he even refuse to choose an earth based jet?”

“Yup”, Raf answered, popping the p.

“And you know”, Raf continued, “The way he interacted with that person was… like they were in love with each other”

At that Jack now widened his eyes, “In love?! Megatron in Love with a Human?! Ok Raf, that’s too hard to believe”

“Well then don’t, but I know what I saw”, Raf said, shrugging his shoulders, “But whatever is up suggests there is too much behind it to just let Fowler and the others know. They would just mindlessly try to capture and attack them and I can’t do that to Miko, not after everything she put herself through to protect them! We need to find out what these two are up to or what’s going on before we tell the agency”

Despite some doubts he still had, especially about he in love part, Jack immediately said, “Agreed! Megatron or no, I trust Miko too.

So say Raf: Where are these two?”

Raf smiled.

Miko, Raf and Jack; They would always have each others back.

[kittyball23]

Chapter 1 - Incredibles AU Oneshots (an Incredibles fanfic)

“We have a confirmed hit. Target destroyed….”

No…

Numbness seized every fiber of his being, paralyzing him in place with a pain worse than the torturous electric shocks he had endured just moments prior. His lungs felt too small for his body, unable to allow him to breathe properly, his head pounding as if someone was hammering nails into it over and over again. His vision became blurry, distorting with the fresh wave of tears that had surfaced into his eyes.

They were gone.

They were ALL gone...

It was all a blank from that point. He remembered being released from bondage, the high-tech shackles holding him in place clattering to the tile flooring below him as did he. He remembered his hand flashing out, clutching his releasor by the throat in a blind fury, setting his jaw and gritting his teeth as he watched, emotionless, as the life slowly choked out of the slim blonde-haired woman who had lured him onto the island in the first place.

Some guards that had gotten in his way during his escape from Nomanisan were easily taken care of, his brute strength knocking them unconscious almost instantly. He’d had no time for interruptions, after all. There was a villain he needed to stop. Not a Super one, but a villain nonetheless.

It took all his might, and somewhere in the haze of his memory, he had remembered how the dreaded Ominodroid had destroyed itself - something that helped him defeat the last Omnidriod once and for all, and leaving Mertroville’s citizens in safety.

It had all proceeded quickly from there, when Bob had arrived home only to find that the said villain had beat him there and was clutching onto his infant son. His parental senses had kicked in then, as Syndrome ignited his rocket boots and began to soar up into the sky to make his final escape, promising the Super with mocking words that his son was to one day turn against him through the villain’s guidance. But Bob would see to it that it wouldn’t happen that way.

He threw his once beloved sports car high into the air just as Syndrome dropped the baby. Frozone, who’d accompanied him, had reacted immediately, creating a large pile of snow with his powers to soften his landing. Syndrome on the other hand was not so lucky. The force of the car careening into him knocked him back into the jet's turbine, his long black cape catching in the propellers and brutally ending the villain's life once and for all.

But Bob was not left with that sense of victory he usually had when eradicating such evil from the world. He was left with a hollowness that filled his insides like a black hole with an emptiness he had never been familiar with until now. A key factor of hero work was to save the ones you loved, and - aside from little Jack Jack - he had utterly failed in upholding to those values. Now here he was, practically back at square one.

Alone.

A shaky breath left Bob, as he realized he would never get to see Violet come out of her shell, never see Dash grow into a young man brimming with all sorts of potential, and never again see his wife - Helen - and tell her how much he loved her. How much he loved all of them.

The former Super could do little more in that moment than hug his son - now his only child, and all he had left - closer to him, sobbing quietly for the loss of a mother and two siblings he would never get to know.

[intheairbike]

Electric Bike Maintenance Tips Guide

After riding a electric bicycle for a long time, it is inevitable that there will be some problems, so maintenance is very important. Generally, the maintenance of bicycles is divided into 4 stages.

1. For normal riding use, 2. Short-term (one week or ten days) regular maintenance 3. Mid-term (one or two months) regular maintenance 4. Long-term (six months or one year) regular maintenance Below we will introduce the knowledge of bicycle maintenance in detail for these 4 periods.

Normal riding use

Although normal riding use seems to have nothing to do with maintenance, it is actually the most important and basic item in bicycle maintenance. Before riding, it is very important to check the condition of the bicycle. It is often forgotten, so before riding a bike, don't forget to do the following checks:

1. Check the height of the seat: especially if you are not riding your own car, you must remember to adjust the seat cushion to the appropriate height before riding.

2. Check the tightness of the screws in each part: check whether the quick release of the front and rear wheels and the seat post is locked, check whether the driver is fixed, and whether other screws are loose.

3. Check the tires: Check whether the tire pressure is sufficient, if not enough, press it to the appropriate pressure, check whether there are cracks on the tire wall, whether the anti-skid tread is too shallow, and replace the tire if necessary. 4. Check the front fork bowl: brake the front brake, shake the car body back and forth, if there is a shaking gap, it means that the front fork bowl must be readjusted.

5. Check the transmission: After starting, try to change the front and rear gears respectively, whether you can smoothly change to each gear, and whether there will be strange noises.

6. Check the brakes: try to pull the front and rear brakes to check whether the brakes can actually stop.

Short-term regular maintenance

Short-term maintenance should be carried out frequently. If you use the bicycle normally, the maintenance at this stage is quite simple, and this maintenance can keep your car in good condition, so it must not be ignored.

Cleaning the car: In addition to keeping your car clean and tidy, it can also effectively prevent the frame from rusting. If you are riding in heavy rain or muddy roads, you should clean the car as soon as possible after riding. Pay attention to the following points:

1. If there is not much sludge on the car body, or it is just dust, you can use a rag to wipe it off, or use a big brush to clean it.

2. Do not use high-pressure water jets to remove the sludge on the car body. Although this method is very efficient, it may force the sewage into the bearing, which will cause damage to the bearing. If there is a lot of sludge on the car body, the sludge should be scrubbed with a brush and soapy water, rinsed with clean water, and finally dried with a cloth. After the car is cleaned, remember to check whether the paint is peeled off, because the steel frame will rust after the paint peels off, while the aluminum alloy or carbon fiber and titanium alloy frame will not rust, and it will only affect the appearance.

3. After washing the car with water, remember to dry the chain and re-oil it. Check the brake pads: remove the sundries on the brake pads to ensure their braking force. If the wear is serious, they must be replaced with new ones. the Re-grease the cable tube: If the brake or shifting action is not good, it may be that the friction between the inner and outer cables is too large. Remove the outer cable from the stop tube, apply butter to the inner cable, and then reinstall it. If so, the action still remains If it is not smooth, you can replace the inner and outer line tubes.

Chain oiling: drip lubricating oil on the chain. After about ten minutes, wipe off the oil on the outside of the chain. As long as there is oil on the internal moving part of the chain, the excess lubricating oil on the outside will stick to dust and increase cleaning. trouble, so it's best to wipe it clean. In addition, if you use a spray can type of lubricating oil, remember to wipe off the oil that dripped on other parts after you finish oiling.

Mid-term regular maintenance

Your car has served you well for a while, and now is the time to get some of the more often-overlooked parts checked to keep it in good condition.

Check the chain: the chain will elongate after long-term use, the pitch of the chain is 0.5 inches, measure 24 chains, the length should be 12 inches, if the length has exceeded the normal length by 1/8 inches, the chain should be replaced .

Clean the chain: If there is a lot of sludge inside your chain, then it’s time to clean it. To clean the chain, you can use a chain washer, or remove the chain, find a container, fill it with solvent oil, put it in the chain, and shake it to make it Rinse, and finally take out to dry and oil.

Check the flywheel and the large sprocket: after replacing the chain, if the flywheel has tooth skipping, replace the flywheel. If the teeth of the large sprocket are worn out and the chain is jammed, it should also be replaced. Check the fixing screws of the large sprocket , and must be re-tightened if loose. Check the wheel rim: Check whether there are tiny cracks near the air nozzle hole and the steel wire hole. If there is a crack, replace the rim as soon as possible, lift the wheel, rotate the wheel, and observe whether the rim will rub against the brake pads. friction, the rim must be readjusted.

Check the steel wire: check whether the steel wire of the front and rear wheels is broken, and replace it if any. After changing the steel wire, the rim must be readjusted. The steel wire on the right side near the rim is loosened, and the left side is locked. If it deviates to the left, the opposite is true. The left and right deflection range of the rim should be less than 2 mm.

Check the handlebar: Check whether the handlebar has deformed in the accident, whether there is a crack in the seat tube locking part, and if so, replace the handlebar.

Check the seat cushion and seat cushion rod: remove the seat cushion rod, check whether there is any deformation or crack, if not, put a thin layer of butter on it and put it back, check whether the seat cushion is damaged, whether the bottom bracket is intact, if there is any problem, Just replace it.

Long-term regular maintenance

Your car has been in use for such a long time, it has been through various conditions, and it is time to do a major inspection of those parts that have been functioning.

Check the hub: remove the front and rear wheels, check if there is any crack near the steel wire hole, if there is any, replace it immediately, turn the hub shaft by hand to see, then shake it up and down, if you feel a gap, or it is very loose, replace the hub shaft Disassemble, clean the internal oil, refill new butter, and reassemble the hub shaft. Remember to adjust the bearings so that the shaft can rotate smoothly, but there will be no gaps for shaking up and down.

Check the Tianxin: take off the chain, grab the crank and shake it left and right. If there is any shaking, tighten the fixing screws. If it still shakes, you must adjust the Tianxin bearing; put your ear on the seat cushion, and rotate the crank. The sound you hear should be The sound of "hu-hu" is very smooth. If you hear rattling or other strange sounds, it means that the bearing is damaged and the center of the sky needs to be replaced.

Check the pedals: Remove the pedals and use a 15mm open-end wrench. Note that the left pedal is left-toothed. Do not disassemble it by mistake. The pedal bearings do not need to be adjusted, but they still need to be checked. If you are using a cassette pedal, Then check whether the mechanism works normally and lubricate with oil.

Check the transmission: Check whether the various moving parts of the transmission shake. If so, it means that the wear of the transmission is quite serious and should be replaced. If not, lubricate the moving parts. Shock absorber maintenance: The hydraulic shock absorber front fork should be disassembled and replaced with new shock absorber oil. For the form of Unisex, you should check whether the Unisex is cracked or deformed, and replace it if there is any. The maintenance of the shock absorber , should consult the original purchaser.

Check the frame: Check all the paint. If there is rust to the frame perforation, the frame needs to be replaced. If the frame is deformed by impact, it should also be replaced.

Renew all inner and outer cable tubes: All cable tubes have worn out over time and are therefore recommended to be replaced to maintain their performance.

source: https://www.intheairbike.com/blogs/news

[investorocean0007]

Lamborghini is one of the most iconic and revered brands in the world of luxury and performance automobiles. Known for its cutting-edge design, incredible power, and exclusivity, Lamborghini has long been synonymous with speed, style, and prestige. Here's a comprehensive description of the brand and its cars:

History and Origins

Lamborghini was founded in 1963 by Ferruccio Lamborghini, an Italian entrepreneur who originally made his fortune by manufacturing tractors (under the brand Lamborghini Trattori) and other agricultural equipment. The company was born out of Ferruccio's desire to build a sports car that could rival the likes of Ferrari, the leading Italian sports car manufacturer at the time.

The story goes that Ferruccio Lamborghini, frustrated with the clutch problems in his own Ferrari, approached Enzo Ferrari with suggestions to improve his cars. When Ferrari reportedly dismissed his input, Lamborghini decided to build his own cars, creating the now legendary Lamborghini brand. His first car, the Lamborghini 350 GT, was introduced in 1964 and set the tone for the brand’s future: high-performance, luxurious, and beautifully designed sports cars.

Brand Philosophy and Design

Lamborghini’s design philosophy focuses on boldness, innovation, and drama. From the very beginning, Lamborghini cars were designed to make a statement. The cars are often characterized by sharp angles, aggressive lines, and an unmistakable presence on the road. Lamborghini vehicles are typically known for their exotic, futuristic designs that are not only visually striking but also engineered for superior aerodynamics and high-performance driving.

Key elements of Lamborghini design include:

Wide, low-slung stance for improved handling and aerodynamics.

Sharp, angular lines and aggressive front grilles, often inspired by fighter jets or racing cars.

Scissor doors (popularly known as Lambo doors) that open upward, a signature feature of many Lamborghini models.

Minimalist, high-tech interiors with a focus on luxury materials like fine leather, carbon fiber, and premium finishes.

Performance and Technology

Lamborghini cars are designed to deliver exceptional performance, often pushing the limits of speed and engineering. At the heart of every Lamborghini is a high-performance engine, typically a V10 or V12, capable of producing incredible horsepower and acceleration.

Powerful Engines: Lamborghini is known for producing some of the most powerful engines in the automotive industry, with naturally aspirated V12 engines in models like the Aventador or V10 engines in the Huracán.

Speed and Acceleration: Lamborghinis are famous for their blistering acceleration and top speeds, often exceeding 200 mph (320 km/h). The acceleration is typically lightning-fast, with many Lamborghinis capable of reaching 0-60 mph (0-100 km/h) in under 3 seconds.

Advanced Suspension and Handling: The brand incorporates cutting-edge all-wheel drive (AWD) or rear-wheel drive (RWD) systems, coupled with advanced adaptive suspension and dynamic steering to provide exceptional handling on both the track and the road.

Aerodynamics and Lightweight Construction: Lamborghini uses lightweight materials such as carbon fiber to reduce weight and enhance the car’s performance without sacrificing luxury.

Famous Lamborghini Models

Lamborghini’s lineup has changed over the years, but certain models have earned legendary status. Some of the most famous and iconic Lamborghinis include:

Lamborghini Miura (1966) – Often considered the world’s first supercar, the Miura featured a mid-mounted V12 engine and was a revolutionary design for its time. It remains one of the most famous Lamborghinis in history.

Lamborghini Countach (1974-1990) – The Countach became an icon of 1970s and 1980s design, known for its sharp angles, wide stance, and scissor doors. Its design was futuristic, and it made Lamborghini synonymous with exotic cars.

Lamborghini Diablo (1990-2001) – The Diablo was the successor to the Countach and became the fastest production car in the world at the time. It offered even more aggressive styling and enhanced performance.

Lamborghini Murciélago (2001-2010) – The Murciélago marked Lamborghini’s return to a V12-powered supercar after a brief period of ownership under the Volkswagen Group. It was produced in both coupe and roadster versions.

Lamborghini Gallardo (2003-2013) – As Lamborghini’s best-selling model, the Gallardo featured a V10 engine and was known for its user-friendly handling while maintaining the brand’s trademark power and exotic design.

Lamborghini Aventador (2011-present) – The Aventador features a V12 engine, boasting incredible performance, luxury, and technological advancements like carbon-fiber construction and adaptive aerodynamics.

Lamborghini Huracán (2014-present) – With a V10 engine, the Huracán is Lamborghini’s more accessible sports car, offering exceptional speed, handling, and an interior full of advanced technology. It serves as the more "practical" option alongside the Aventador.

Lamborghini Sián (2019-present) – Lamborghini’s first hybrid supercar, the Sián combines a V12 engine with an electric motor, offering unprecedented performance and introducing hybrid technology to Lamborghini's lineup.

Lamborghini Urus (2018-present) – Lamborghini’s first foray into the SUV market, the Urus is a luxury performance SUV that combines Lamborghini’s signature design and performance with practicality and versatility. It has become a hugely popular model, attracting a new audience to the brand.

Lamborghini and Innovation

Lamborghini is often at the forefront of innovation in the automotive world. It was one of the first brands to use carbon fiber extensively in its cars, particularly in the construction of its chassis and bodywork. Additionally, Lamborghini has incorporated advanced technologies like dynamic steering, adaptive suspension systems, and hybrid powertrains into its cars.

In recent years, Lamborghini has also been exploring the future of electric and hybrid vehicles. The Sián, for instance, is a mild-hybrid, representing Lamborghini’s first step toward sustainable performance without compromising on speed or driving excitement.

Lamborghini Lifestyle and Exclusivity

Lamborghini cars are more than just vehicles—they are a status symbol and part of a luxury lifestyle. The brand has cultivated an image of exclusivity, with limited production runs, high price tags, and a customer base that values craftsmanship, performance, and prestige.

Owning a Lamborghini is a statement about wealth, success, and a passion for performance. The brand also hosts exclusive events and driving experiences, allowing owners to fully immerse themselves in the Lamborghini lifestyle.

Conclusion

Lamborghini continues to be one of the most respected and desired names in the automotive industry. Known for exceptional performance, stunning design, and engineering excellence, Lamborghini cars deliver a driving experience that is both thrilling and luxurious. From its iconic early models to its modern-day supercars, Lamborghini represents the pinnacle of exotic sports cars and continues to push the boundaries of speed, technology, and automotive design. Whether it's the breathtaking Aventador, the sophisticated Huracán, or the powerful Urus SUV, Lamborghini remains at the forefront of automotive excellence and desire.

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What is Non Woven Material?

What is Non-Woven Material?

Non-woven material is a type of fabric that is engineered rather than woven or knitted. Unlike traditional fabrics made by weaving or knitting threads together, non-woven materials are made by bonding fibers together using various techniques such as chemical, thermal, or mechanical processes. This results in a fabric that is both versatile and durable, finding widespread use in various industries.

How is Non-Woven Material Made?

The production of non-woven material involves several key steps:

Fiber Selection: The process begins with the selection of fibers, which can be natural (like cotton or wool), synthetic (such as polypropylene, polyester, or nylon), or a blend of both. The choice of fibers depends on the intended application of the non-woven material.

Web Formation: The selected fibers are then arranged into a loose web. This can be done through various methods like carding, air laying, or wet laying, depending on the desired characteristics of the final material.

Bonding: Once the fiber web is formed, the fibers are bonded together to create a cohesive fabric. Bonding methods include:

Chemical Bonding: Using adhesives or binders to glue the fibers together.

Thermal Bonding: Applying heat to melt and fuse the fibers, especially in thermoplastic materials like polypropylene.

Mechanical Bonding: Entangling the fibers using needles or water jets to create a strong, interlocked fabric.

Finishing: The bonded fabric may undergo additional finishing processes, such as coating, dyeing, or printing, to enhance its properties and appearance for specific applications.

Properties of Non-Woven Material

Non-woven materials are known for their unique properties that make them suitable for a wide range of uses:

Lightweight: Non-woven fabrics are generally lighter than woven or knitted fabrics, making them easy to handle and transport.

Breathable: Depending on the fiber and bonding method, non-woven materials can be made breathable, allowing air and moisture to pass through.

Durable: Despite their lightweight nature, non-woven materials can be very strong and resistant to wear and tear.

Versatile: Non-woven materials can be engineered to have specific properties like water resistance, flame retardance, or UV protection.

Cost-Effective: The manufacturing process of non-woven fabrics is generally faster and less expensive than traditional textiles, making them an economical choice for many applications.

Applications of Non-Woven Material

Non-woven materials are used in a wide variety of industries due to their adaptability and performance characteristics:

Medical: Non-woven fabrics are used in disposable surgical masks, gowns, drapes, and bandages due to their sterility and breathability.

Hygiene Products: They are essential in the production of diapers, sanitary pads, and wipes, offering absorbency and softness.

Agriculture: Non-woven materials are used as crop covers, weed barriers, and in soil stabilization to enhance agricultural productivity.

Construction: In construction, non-woven geotextiles are used for soil stabilization, drainage, and erosion control.

Packaging: Non-woven bags are a popular alternative to plastic bags, providing a reusable and eco-friendly option for consumers.

Automotive: Non-woven materials are used in car interiors for soundproofing, insulation, and filtration.

Conclusion

Non-woven material is a revolutionary fabric that has transformed multiple industries with its versatility, cost-effectiveness, and customizable properties. From medical supplies to construction and consumer goods, non-woven fabrics offer innovative solutions that meet the demands of modern-day applications. Whether for disposable products or durable industrial uses, non-woven materials continue to play a crucial role in advancing technology and sustainability across various fields.

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How Nonwoven Spunlace Fabric is Revolutionizing the Textile Industry

The textile industry, known for its constant evolution, is currently experiencing a significant transformation due to nonwoven spunlace fabric. This innovative material, offered by brands like Filantro, is changing the way we think about textiles, bringing a blend of durability, versatility, and sustainability.

Understanding Nonwoven Spunlace Fabric

Spunlace Crosslapped Fabric is created by entangling fibers using high-pressure water jets, which bind the fibers together without the need for any chemicals or adhesives. This process results in a fabric that is not only strong and durable but also soft and flexible, making it suitable for a wide range of applications. Unlike traditional woven fabrics, nonwoven spunlace fabric offers unique properties that are revolutionizing various industries.

Versatility and Applications

One of the most significant advantages of Spunlace Crosslapped Fabric is its versatility. This fabric is used in diverse sectors including hygiene products, medical supplies, automotive interiors, and home textiles. For instance, Filantro's nonwoven spunlace fabric is highly sought after in the healthcare industry for products like surgical gowns, drapes, and face masks due to its excellent barrier properties and breathability.

In the realm of hygiene products, nonwoven spunlace fabric is a popular choice for baby wipes, adult incontinence products, and feminine hygiene products. Its ability to provide a soft and gentle touch, combined with high absorbency, makes it ideal for these sensitive applications. Moreover, in the automotive industry, nonwoven spunlace fabric is used for car interiors, enhancing both the aesthetic appeal and comfort of the vehicle.

Sustainability and Environmental Impact

As the world increasingly prioritizes sustainability, Spunlace Crosslapped Fabric stands out for its eco-friendly properties. The production process of spunlace fabric is more environmentally friendly compared to traditional textile manufacturing. It uses less water, energy, and generates minimal waste. Additionally, many nonwoven spunlace fabrics are made from biodegradable or recyclable materials, aligning with the growing demand for sustainable products.

Filantro, a leading name in the industry, is at the forefront of promoting sustainable practices. Their commitment to producing high-quality, eco-friendly nonwoven spunlace fabric is a testament to the industry's shift towards greener solutions. By choosing Filantro's products, consumers and businesses alike can contribute to reducing the environmental footprint of the textile industry.

Innovations and Future Prospects

The future of Spunlace Crosslapped Fabric looks promising, with ongoing research and development paving the way for new applications and enhanced properties. Innovations in fiber technology, for example, are leading to the creation of spunlace fabrics with improved strength, elasticity, and functionality. As brands like Filantro continue to invest in R&D, we can expect even more revolutionary uses for nonwoven spunlace fabric in the near future.

In conclusion, nonwoven spunlace fabric is indeed revolutionizing the textile industry. Its unique combination of strength, flexibility, and sustainability makes it a game-changer across various sectors. With brands like Filantro leading the charge, the future of textiles looks brighter, more innovative, and environmentally friendly. Whether you're in healthcare, automotive, or home textiles, embracing nonwoven spunlace fabric can unlock new possibilities and set a higher standard for quality and sustainability.

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Automotive Metal Fabrication: A Comprehensive Guide

Automotive metal fabrication is an essential process in the automotive industry, which involves shaping and joining different types of metal to create various automotive components. It plays a vital role in the production of vehicles as it ensures the structural integrity and durability of the final product. In this guide, we will dive deeper into what automotive metal fabrication is, its importance, and the different techniques and processes involved.

What is Automotive Metal Fabrication?

Automotive metal fabrication is the process of shaping, cutting, bending, and assembling different types of metal to create automotive components such as body panels, frames, chassis, and engine parts. This process involves the use of specialized tools and techniques to transform raw materials into functional car parts.

Metal fabrication in the automotive industry dates back to the early 1900s when mass production of vehicles began. Before this, cars were mainly handcrafted, making them expensive and time-consuming to produce. With the introduction of metal fabrication techniques, the production process became more efficient, cost-effective, and faster.

Importance of Automotive Metal Fabrication

Automotive metal fabrication is crucial in ensuring the quality and safety of vehicles. The use of high-quality metal and precise fabrication techniques guarantees the structural integrity of automotive components, making them less prone to wear and tear. This, in turn, ensures the safety of drivers and passengers.

Furthermore, metal fabrication allows for the production of lightweight yet strong components, which ultimately improves fuel efficiency and reduces emissions. As environmental concerns continue to rise, automakers are turning to metal fabrication techniques to create more eco-friendly vehicles.

Techniques and Processes

There are various techniques and processes involved in automotive metal fabrication, including cutting, welding, bending, and finishing. Each of these processes requires specialized tools and skills to achieve the desired result.

Cutting: This is the process of separating or dividing a piece of metal into smaller sections. It can be done through laser cutting, water jet cutting, or plasma cutting.

Welding: This process involves joining two pieces of metal together using heat and pressure. It is used to create strong connections between automotive components.

Bending: Bending is the process of shaping a piece of metal into a desired form. It can be achieved through various methods such as press braking, roll bending, and tube bending.

Finishing: This refers to the final touches given to the metal component. It could involve polishing, painting, or coating to improve its appearance and protect it from corrosion.

Advancements in Automotive Metal Fabrication

With advancements in technology and materials, automotive metal fabrication has come a long way. The introduction of computer-aided design (CAD) and computer-aided manufacturing (CAM) has revolutionized the industry, allowing for more precise and efficient production processes.

Moreover, the use of new materials such as aluminum and carbon fiber in automotive metal fabrication has resulted in lighter yet stronger vehicles. This not only improves performance but also reduces fuel consumption and emissions.

Importance of Skilled Professionals

Automotive metal fabrication requires a high level of skill and expertise. As vehicles become more complex, the demand for skilled professionals in this field continues to grow. From design engineers to welders and fabricators, each role is crucial in ensuring the quality and safety of automotive components.

Additionally, with the increasing focus on sustainability and environmental responsibility, there is a need for professionals who can incorporate eco-friendly practices into the fabrication process. This includes using recycled materials and reducing waste.

Safety Measures in Automotive Metal Fabrication

Safety is of utmost importance in automotive metal fabrication, as it involves working with heavy machinery and potentially hazardous chemicals. Employers must ensure that all safety measures are followed to protect their workers from accidents and injuries.

This includes providing proper training on handling equipment, wearing appropriate protective gear, and implementing safety protocols in the workplace. Regular maintenance of machinery is also essential to prevent accidents due to faulty equipment.

The Future of Automotive Metal Fabrication

As electric and autonomous vehicles gain popularity, the demand for automotive metal fabrication will continue to evolve. With these new technologies, there will be a need for lightweight yet durable materials that can withstand high speeds and withstand extreme weather conditions.

This presents new opportunities for professionals in the industry to research, develop, and implement new techniques and materials in automotive metal fabrication. It also opens up possibilities for collaboration with other industries such as aerospace and renewable energy.

Conclusion

Automotive metal fabrication is a critical pillar in the automotive industry, contributing significantly to the production of safe, efficient, and sustainable vehicles. It not only ensures the quality and safety of automotive components but also plays a vital role in advancing towards eco-friendly practices and procedures. As we move forward, the sector must adapt to the evolving demands of electric and autonomous vehicles, embracing the challenges and opportunities they present. The future of automotive metal fabrication is fertile with potential for innovation and collaboration, as professionals continue to explore lightweight, durable materials and foster cross-industry partnerships.

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How to Install VR Aero Carbon Fiber Kit on a Porsche 997 Turbo

We recently installed VR Aero carbon fiber parts on a 2007 Porsche 997 Turbo, and we have a detailed step by step video of how we did it, and the after installation photos below. We chose a VR Aero kit not because it is our brand, but because VR Aero offers some of the most durable and functional aerodynamic products that improve your car’s performance while elevating your ride’s aesthetics. The VR Aero carbon fiber kit is the perfect fit for 2007-2009 Porsche 997 TT/GT2, and 2010-2013 Porsche 997.2 Turbo, and the kit includes;

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Renowned for its impressive performance, Porsche 997 Turbo is the perfect car for this upgrade as this aero kit will take it’s style and track performance to the next level. For starters, the lightweight carbon fiber rear wing will not only add an aggressive styling to your Porsche, but it also guarantees an increase in downforce, which helps the car in traction by keeping the rear end planted on the ground. The front lip spoiler will enhance the aerodynamics of your Porsche 997 Turbo and Turbo S from 2007-2012 while giving your front bumper a more aggressive and edgy look. And lastly the rear diffuser features aerodynamic strakes that jet out from the rear end to keep air flow laminar while giving the vehicle a more aggressive look.

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Efficiency and Elegance: Modern Car Wash Equipment Solutions

Owning a car is more than just having a means of transportation; it's also a symbol of pride and a reflection of your personality. Keeping your car clean and well-maintained not only preserves its aesthetics but also protects its value in the long run. While taking your car to a professional car wash is an option, there's something immensely satisfying about washing your car yourself. To take your car cleaning game to the next level, investing in the right car wash equipment is essential. In this blog, we'll explore how car wash equipment can elevate your cleaning game and make car washing a breeze.

1. Pressure Washers: Unleashing the Power

Pressure washers are the superheroes of car wash equipment. With their high-pressure water jets, they effortlessly blast away dirt, mud, and grime from your car's surface, leaving it spotless. Unlike traditional hosepipes, pressure washers provide a targeted and powerful stream of water, making the cleaning process more efficient and less time-consuming. With different nozzle attachments and adjustable pressure settings, you can customize the pressure washer's intensity to suit different parts of your car.

2. Foam Cannons: The Pre-Wash Marvel

Before you dive into the main washing process, a pre-wash with a foam cannon can work wonders. Foam cannons create thick, clinging foam that covers your car, lifting dirt and debris away from the surface. This helps to loosen stubborn contaminants, making them easier to rinse off later. A pre-wash with a foam cannon reduces the risk of scratching your car's paint during the washing process and gives you a head start on achieving a flawless finish.

3. Grit Guards and Two-Bucket Method

To prevent swirl marks and scratches while washing your car, follow the two-bucket method with the help of grit guards. One bucket contains soapy water for washing, while the other bucket holds clean water for rinsing your wash mitt or sponge. Grit guards at the bottom of each bucket trap dirt and debris, preventing them from being reintroduced onto your car's surface. This method ensures that you're using fresh, clean water and soap at all times, minimizing the risk of inflicting scratches during the wash.

4. Microfiber Towels: The Gentle Touch

Drying your car after washing is crucial to avoid water spots and streaks. Embrace the soft touch of high-quality microfiber towels. These towels have ultra-fine fibers that absorb water quickly and gently, without scratching or damaging your car's finish. With the right drying technique and microfiber towels, you can achieve a spotless, streak-free shine that rivals a professional car wash.

5. Detailing Brushes and Tools

Car wash equipment isn't just limited to the exterior of your car. Interior detailing is just as important to maintain your car's overall cleanliness and comfort. Specialized detailing brushes and tools help you reach into nooks and crannies, clean air vents, and remove dust and debris from hard-to-reach areas. With the right tools, you can ensure that every inch of your car's interior sparkles like new.

Conclusion

Investing in the right car wash equipment can elevate your car cleaning game to professional levels. From pressure washers and foam cannons for powerful pre-washing to grit guards and two-bucket methods for preventing scratches, each piece of equipment plays a vital role in achieving a flawless finish. With the right tools in your hands, car washing becomes an enjoyable and rewarding experience, giving you the satisfaction of a job well done. So, roll up your sleeves, grab your car wash equipment, and get ready to elevate your cleaning game to new heights. Your car will thank you with a dazzling, showroom-worthy shine. Happy washing!

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The Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut Could Presumably Be Earth's Quickest Automobile

Koenigsegg has developed new driver controls using touchscreen know-how built into both the brand new SmartCenter and SmartWheel. The package deal can be half the scale of the previous Koenigsegg transmissions. This small size retains the load nearer to the middle jesko absolut of the automobile, improving weight distribution and dealing with. More impressively, Koenigsegg will solely build a hundred twenty five Jesko examples, and all models are already offered out. However, the number of Attack and Absolut versions slated for production is yet to be revealed.

Occupants will enter from the company’s flip-up “Koenigsegg Automated Twisted Synchrohelix Actuation Doors” with no B-pillars. Like the Jesko, the Absolut uses the company’s nine-speed “light-speed transmission,” ceramic brakes, a front carry system and an electronic restricted slip differential. The company can additionally be persevering with work on another mannequin, the Gemera, its first four-seater. The Gemera combines a 2.0-liter turbocharged inline-3 with a sophisticated electrical system to generate a mixed 1,seven-hundred hp.

Wings are passe as the newest Jesko Absolut has two fins at the rear which mimic a F015 fighter jet. As for Bugatti's top speed ambitions, the 304-mph Chiron Super Sport 300+ run in 2019 was solely recorded in a single direction. Official speeds are calculated as a mean of two runs in opposite directions to negate the consequences of wind and street grades. Also, the record-setting Bugatti was a pre-production model koenigsegg jesko absolut modified for the run. And when the production model arrived, it was fitted with a limiter to keep speeds beneath the 300-mph threshold. Koenigsegg did not restrict itself to shocking the world with just one hypercar on Tuesday, of course; the Jesko Absolut shared a tandem reveal with Koenigsegg's first household automotive, the Gemera.

The company introduced in Racelogic to individually affirm the speed. And they don’t assume that was close to the vehicle’s true top speed. Sure, it won’t quite hit these most speeds on electrical energy alone, but it’s highly effective enough to journey jesko engine a moderate distance with out using gas. Carbon fiber building, a bespoke hybrid powertrain, excessive downforce, and more guarantee this car is aware of its stuff both in and out.

This is enough speed to destroy the competition on the road right now. If you’re in search of the fastest Koenigsegg model on the market, the Jesko is the one to get. It’s the most highly effective and quickest car that Koenigsegg has ever created, and it’ll have you jesko top speed ever in stitches from the moment you step inside. The Jesko has two fins on the again that act as fighter jets, decreasing drag and allowing it to fly at such absurd speeds. It has a top speed of 330 miles per hour, making it a world record-holder. It is powered by a twin-turbocharged V8 engine with 1600 horsepower and 1500 horsepower, together with a 5-liter V8 engine.