#im going to jump off

[cakewritez]

LIGHTENING MCQUEEN HUMAN AU.

reader has a new job interview at they have to catch, theyre on a time crunch and look extra good in business attire and McQueen cannot seem to keep his hands to himself. Convincing the reader with a simple "I am speed.." as they have a quickie in the car.

DAWG. DAWG. . . I ACTUALLY CANNOT.

"𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐘. ."

CW: Suggestive?, I KNOW WHO ASKED ME THIS. And no smut for you bc ya I said so ♡ but I do enjoy exposing you !! ( ´-ω-)

AN: MAN how low has my life stooped to. / crack fic taken seriously / McQueen talks in yellow and red / PLS GUYS ITS A JOKE I SWEAR if u know me NO YOU DONT.

WC: 375

You had a managed to succefully get a job interview after getting laid off, I'd had been months until you got a call back. Maybe just bad luck? Perhaps, that doesn't matter now. You have 30 minutes to get ready, look professional, and ace your interview.

The phone rings as you tie up your hair to do some makeup, it was McQueen. [I ACTUALLY CANNOT.] You picked it up to hear your ecstatic boyfriend, he had picked up some lunch for you when you got back for said interview. He wanted to give you a little treat!!

“Hey baby! Got ya something, sweet lil thing like you deserves something to come home to after your big interview!”

“Awww, thank you sweetie! I can't wait to see you.” You responded with a sweet tone.

“Mmh, such a sweet little thing. Aah! Shit, I'll see you soon okay? I gotta focus on the road.”

“Okay, see you soon!” You hung up with a little extra spring in your step. Finishing your makeup in the mirror, you stood in front of it looking at your outfit. The seams hugged your curves quite tightly, the striped fabric covered everything quite nicely however it was still a little revealing and skin tight.

You sighed and ran your hands down the fabric, trying to hype yourself up. As soon as that was finished, the doorbell rang.

“Hey sweeticous! Are you. . ready?” He looked you up and down, smirking and gave a high whistle with his fingers.

“Shit, you look stunning. Any chance we could skip the interview? Maybe, have a little fun with this. .?” He asked suggestively while walking closer to you, it was hard keeping your composure and he ran his hands down your hips and whispered words into your ear.

“Cmon, we still have time sweetheart. I'll be quick.”

He peppered kisses down your jaw, squeezing your hips as his hot breath fans across your neck.

“What makes you think we'll have time?”

You asked him, as one your arms were placed across his shoulders. One of your hands was running though the back of his hair, while the other was holding his shoulder.

"𝐀𝐰𝐰, 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞? 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝.”

IM ACTUALLY SO SORRY WHOEVER READS THIS 💔 sigh.. the things I do for my friends

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[serendippertyy]

to be loved is to be changed 🖤💜

[pensymbols]

RUNAAN LOVED RAYLA *SO* MUCH THAT THE GUILT OF THEIR LAST INTERACTION CORREDED AWAY AT HIS SOUL FOR THE YEARS HE WAS STUCK IN THE COIN.

HE LOVED *HIS* DAUGHTER SO MUCH THAT IT LITERALLY TORE HIM APART WITH HOW THEY ENDED.

YOURE FUCKING KIDDING ME.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[udkmehahaha]

fall of 1987... so you're telling me, the gang went through the rest of spring '86, summer '86, fall '86, winter '86, spring '87, summer '87, all the way into fall '87, and byler didnt kiss? yea i dont buy it.

[rowanisawriter]

various situations

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Why are you here? What about the dinner with Emma?"

COSMETIC PLAYLOVER (2024). EPISODE FIVE.

[starvoidlover]

Sooo cuteee 🥰♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

[unnonexistence]

hermann thoughts: if i discredit newton and his approach enough, the martial won't give him the equipment for his kaiju drift, and i can protect him from himself. if he despises me for it, so be it. there is little i wouldn't sacrifice to see him safe.

newt thoughts: this is a Best Science competition and i have to Win

[bugflies00]

twoooooo biiiirds on a wiiiiire 😭😭oneee says cmon 😭😭and the other says im tiiiiired😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[sapphosdickandballs]

“you finally got the name right” im going to vomit. you can’t fuckign do this to me riot games. It is 11 in the whole ass morning you can’t do this to me

[kayomin]

i was drawing john and my hand slipped

[henswilsons]

We have a firefighter down at the MacArthur Park apartment fire. We need a task force and additional help immediately.

[irishmammonagenda]

Belphie blinks at you in greeting as you slide under the covers with him, only humming gently when you hold onto him for dear life. Dark indigo eyes noticing with interest that you haven't even started getting ready for RAD yet---not that he was one to talk---the Avatar of Sloth merely gives you a lazy smirk and wraps his tail around you under the covers as you whisper a strangled out, 'hide me'.

He nods slowly, his throat feeling much too heavy, and he himself feeling much too lazy to use his words. A pale hand pulls the covers over your head, just in time too, as Lucifer bursts into the room, ruby red eyes shining like a wolf on the hunt.

"Have you seen MC?" The eldest asks, paying no mind to the usual sound of morning chaos coming from the rest of the house.

Belphie lets out a strangled, lazy, "Nope." all the while his tail tightens around you.

Lucifer shakes his head. Looking at the you shaped lump under the covers. Merely pinching the bridge of his hooked nose and sighing, "MC. If you wanted a break from RAD, you could've just asked instead of opting to hide."

You pop out from under the covers, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, Belphegor's arms wrap around you from under the covers, his eyes sleepily tracing the features of your face as you speak.

"Right.....yeah. Sorry Luci?" You tilt your head, the Avatar of Pride's eyes soften a fraction.

"Be sure to catch up on your schoolwork, we only have room for one academic failure in this house and I'm afraid that spot has permanently been reserved for Mammon." Lucifer says sternly, though you can see the faintest upward quirk of his lips.

"Aye aye Captain." You nod, sleepily saluting the eldest.

"Belphegor."

Belphie turns to look at his eldest brother.

"Just because MC has a day off school, it doesn't mean you have one. Your uniform's hanging up by your desk." The ebony-haired demon walks out of the room.

"...Diavolo fucking dammit."

[heretoobsessstuff]

Here’s a whumpy drabble i wrote last night instead of studying for my derm exam lol

*

John paced the small confines of the tower, his heart pounding as he waited. The young lieutenant beside him watched nervously, eyes wide, as if he feared John would snap at any moment. He had to give it to the kid. He felt it too—a simmering anxiety that threatened to boil over if he didn’t see Gale’s B-17 soaring through the sky any minute now.

He lifted the binoculars again, scanning the horizon. When he finally spotted a fortress trailing smoke, hope flared momentarily before dread took hold. The fort was beat to shit, almost looked like it was staggering. It was going to be a bitch to land. But also Please be Gale, please be Gale, please be Gale.

“Incoming!” he yelled, the urgency in his voice echoing off the tower walls. Below, chaos erupted as an ambulance sped closer to the runway.

“It’s my baby!” someone shouted from the ground, and John felt his stomach knot tighter, frustration mixing with fear. He turned to the lieutenant, voice taut. “Show ’em green.”

He fucking hated this part of the job—being stuck up here, powerless to do anything else, anything that was actually useful. He couldn’t even go down to meet Gale on the runway, to ensure he was okay with his own eyes. Instead, he had to count the forts and prepare forms for interrogation. This was exactly why he despised being an air exec.

“Hey kid,” he said to the lieutenant, trying to maintain some semblance of calm, “go check on Major Cleven and come back and let me know, alright?”

The young man nodded, eager to please, and dashed inside. John let out a heavy sigh, eyes glued to the sky as he monitored for more incoming planes.

It felt like an eternity before the lieutenant returned, breathless and wide-eyed. “Sir, Major Cleven was mostly okay. He’s in interrogation now.”

“The hell does mostly okay mean? Is he hurt?” He snapped, heart sinking .

“Not majorly, sir, but he—”

“Bucky”

Crosby called behind him, swallowing hard before he spoke.

“Gale is going batshit crazy not letting the nurses touch him. We got him to the infirmary but he won’t let them stitch him up. Can you come talk to him? I think he’s pretty shaken up”

John was speeding past Croz before he was even done talking. He didn’t remember how managed to go from the tower to the infirmary so fucking fast but he could hear Gale yelling as he walked in. The sound pierced through the tension in his chest, and he pushed the door open to find Gale pacing, hands tugging at his flight suit, face flushed with frustration. Blood caked the side of his face, dripping down to his neck and John felt cold, his hands shaking as he moved closer to get a better look at him.

“Buck” John called tentatively, trying to sound as gentle as possible. “What’s going on?”

Gale’s eyes turned to him and for a brief second it looked like he was relieved to see John. But desperation took over his features immediately, voice sounding too loud in the small cot as he addressed him.

“I’m fine, John. I don’t need their damn help!” Gale snapped, his eyes wild. John felt a rush of concern; this wasn’t Gale. Gale was calm, polite, never snapped at anyone. He was always collected, unflappable. This Gale was unsettling. John felt his heart break as he watched him shake with fury. The nurses hovering nearby exchanged worried glances.

“Your forehead needs at least 10 stitches, Major. You likely have a concussion,” one of them said gently.

“I said I’m fucking fine,” Gale snapped, his frustration palpable. “John, please. Tell them I’m fine. I don’t need this. I need to—”

“Can you give us a minute, please?” John interrupted, turning to the nurses. They sighed, sympathetic, and stepped away, drawing the curtain closed behind them.

“Sit down,” John urged, putting a hand around Gale’s arm and guiding him to a nearby bed. “You’re not fine. You’re hurt.”

“I don’t want to sit—I need to get this fucking thing off me,” Gale said, agitation creeping into his voice as he shook John’s hand off himself and tugged at his flight vest but his hands trembled too much for him to be able to actually take it off. His movements were jerky and uncoordinated. John had never seen him like this, raw and unraveling.

“Here. Let me help you.” John’s voice softened, moving over to him slowly and maintaining eye contact as reached towards him. “Just taking this off, Buck. Stay still” Gale let him take over, his breaths came out harsh and panicked, eyes wide as he started at John working to unclasp the buckles. John tried to be as gentle as he could as he unbuckled the vest and let it drop to the ground.

“There you go, now lets just sit down for a second”

“No” Gale shook his head, his voice cracking, pushing to move past John.

“I can’t—I can’t just sit here. I need to go—I need to-.” He cut himself off with a gasp, breathing shallow as his body shook all over. John stepped forward, reaching out to grab Gale’s shoulders.

“Look at me. Focus on me, okay? You’re panicking. You need to breathe, Gale”

Gale blinked, momentarily stunned by John’s intensity. “I… I can’t.”

“You can,” John insisted, trying to keep his voice steady. “You can. In and out. Here”

He soothed, grabbing Gale’s hand and laying it on his own chest, trying to keep the shake out of his own voice as he took a deep breath.

“Deep breathes like me. C’mon darling”

He let the endearment slip, not giving a damn if anyone heard it. It seemed to do the trick, Gale’s breath hitched and he closed his eyes and kept his palm pressed to John’s chest, trying to pull air into his lungs.

“There you go. You’re alright”

John encouraged, voice soft as he guided Gale to a bed when he felt his knees weakening and pushed him down gently. He watched him closely as he sank down, shoulders sagging under the weight of his exhaustion as he continued to take choking breaths. John rubbed his back, up and down his arm soothingly, trying to avoid his injured head as he pushed his hair out out of his eyes and sat beside him on the bed.

Gale watched him lazily as he reached for his face, fingers grazing his jaw as he tilted his head slightly to reveal a deep gash on his head, blood seeping through the strands of blond hair. He felt a lump raising in his throat at the sight.

“Was it flak?”

Gale closed his eyes again, taking a few shuddering breaths as he shrugged.

“Don’t remember. It’s all a blur”

John hummed, lifting Gale’s hand to press a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

“You need to let them take care of you, Gale”

“I’m fine, John”

“Need to let them patch you up first and then you will be”

“I can’t—I need to” Gale started to protest weakly again so John interrupted him.

“There’s nothing you need to be doing now other than resting and letting them fix you up. You can’t do anyone any good if you’re not okay.”

Gale swallowed thickly, eyes glassy with unshed tears as he shook his head.

“I lost so many men, John. So many forts. I let them down.” His voice shook, a lone tear escaping and travelling down his cheek.

“You didn’t let anyone down, Gale. You flew that piece of crap all the way back to England. No one else could do it. You got your boys through it.” John reassured him, forcing eye contact.

“You did well, darling” He added quietly, just for Gale’s ears. Gale looked at him for a second longer before he let out a long sigh and leaned to the side, resting his head on John’s shoulder. John took his hand in both of his, interlocking their fingers.

“Now I need to get you through it, Gale. I need you to be okay”

Gale opened his eyes, eyes softening as turned to look at John and took in his desperate expression. The tension slowly easing from his features. “Okay” he whispered, sounding defeated as he lifted his head and sagged back against the wall, hand not leaving John’s.

“Just… stay here.”

“Of course.” John kept his grip strong, grounding him. He turned toward the curtain to call the nurses. “He’s ready for you.”

They stepped forward, not saying a word about how John kept sitting there holding Gale’s hand so hard like he was scared he was going to slip away. He watched as they worked quietly and stitched up the wound on Gale’s forehead and cleaned the area.

“See?” John said gently, helping take Gale’s sheepskin off and getting him to lay back and get comfortable as the nurses finished their work and told them Gale needed to stay overnight for monitoring. “All patched up. Good as new”

Gale’s energy seemed suddenly drained. He gave John small smile and sighed as he closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to relax. John sat beside him, watching him fall asleep, counting the raise and fall of his chest and finally allowed himself to breathe.