#titanium driver head

[yanderedrabbles]

Hear me out; cyberpunk yanderes with a country girl. "Wowzers, you've got titanium claws? You'd scratch more than a cat does in a year!"

Always too carefree and slow-paced, taking her sweet time when she walks about the city. She chatters on about how pretty the city's lighting is, but how it's oh-so-loud to a yandere who probably has watched his family die in front of him. "Golly, glowin' tattoos? Yer like a lil firefly!" Every absurd comparison makes them want to put her into somewhere deep and quiet, where no one but them will never lay their filthy eyes on her ever, ever again for all of time.

I love the way your brain works!! Like you need to start writing asap because I would EAT IT UP.

Extra points if she's just totally oblivious to all the crime Cyberpunk Yandere is involved in. Sees them disassembling a mega expensive and totally stolen super computer and she just rests her chin on their shoulder and is all "Wouldcha look at all them doohickies? You're right clever to know how these things work."

Cyberpunk Yandere ends up taking her with when they drop off biochem and drugs and she's all "You're a right social butterfly, aintcha? Can't believe you know all these fancy folk!"

And let's not forget, "Your friends are real nice but they should invite you in sometimes! My momma woulda given them a real earful for not offerin' you a drink."

Cyberpunk Yandere will take her for a drive on a stolen hovobike and she'll just cling to their jacket and remind them not to speed because her momma always said that safe drivers live to be old drivers.

She'll air out the rooms after they smoke and scold them for ruining their lungs, even if what they're smoking is premium grade cigars, stolen straight out of a rich guy's limo.

When the police question her, she's genuinely confused. Head tilted and telling them what a great guy Cyberpunk Yandere is and how she's honest to God never seen him do anything wrong.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Thank you for sharing your writing it's so delightful ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm just doin' my best, scribbling my little stories and spreading my little nonsense.

Rain poured in sheets and Logan growled. Stupid fucking truck. Stupid fucking rain. Stupid fucking everything. All he wanted was a drink and to see about seeing you. Maybe you were workin' tonight. If you were, maybe you'd feel a little bad for him and take a little pity on him... That thought made him walk a little faster.

And he almost didn't hear the low rumble of another truck- older than his coming up beside him. "Logan?"

"Hey Darlin', " he called back over the din, giving you a lopsided smile, "Headed my way?"

"I dunno- Mama always told me not to pick up boys that are prettier than me-"

"Brat," he huffed, without any read heat, giving you a wink and trotting around the front of your truck to hop in the passenger side, "Sorry about-"

"Don't worry about it," you tell him, waving away his concerns and handing him a towel from behind the seat.

Logan raised an eyebrow questioningly but took it. It smelled clean, the same as your detergent. Rubbing his face and hair with it, he was grateful for the small cab and the heat that you'd set to blazing.

"It's wet here," you explain. "And I know a lot of strays that need rides."

"And here I felt special, Princess," he tutted.

You glance at him and smile a little, "I couldn't just let you drown. If this keeps up you're gonna need a row boat to get to work. Truck flooded?"

"Dunno, just quit. And I couldn't fuckin' see to fix it."

"Ew. Wanna go home or?"

"I should," he sighed. "Gonna have to fucking hike tomorrow-"

"You know I can pick you up, right?"

"Bub-"

"Seat's gonna be wet and I expect coffee, fair warning."

"Deal," Logan snorted. You were smirking when you said it. Glancing at him. Teasing. Needing. But if you were willing... He could manage some coffee.

You pulled up to a for way stop and waited four directions, taking the left he indicated, "5:30? 6?"

"Six is fine," he said, "Gives me time to grab my shit out of my truck."

"That work- Shit!" You hit the brakes and fling an arm out in front of Logan when a black car appears parked in the middle of the road. "Goddamn it," you mutter. You look from the car to Logan and glance back in your rearview mirror quickly before throwing your truck in park. "Stay here," you tell Logan.

"What-"

But before he can get details you're out of the truck and there's a titanium t-ball bat in your hand and you're just standing in front of your truck. Waiting.

The rain had gone from sheets to a gentle patter and Logan can feel violence prickling along his skin. The way he can smell rain coming. Or pick out different footsteps.

A man got out of the car. Taller than you. Wider than you. And when he starts to close the distance, Logan feels himself twitch. Could you handle it? He could just... do it. Disappear... But when the man raises his fist to strike, you're there and then... gone. You dodge and raise the bat. Striking out. Quick and clean. The metal clang rang out and he hit the ground groaning. "Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone. Callum."

Each word punctuated by another blow. Another crunch. Another crack. Not to kill him. But to leave him writhing. In pain. And seriously considering if it was worth coming near you ever again.

"Now call your fuckin nasty ass mama to come get you," you pant, walking away with the bat slung over your shoulder.

You toss the bat in your truck bed with a clatter and wrench the door open, jumping back into the driver's seat and Logan gives you an appreciative look, "Damn."

"If you saw that, no you didn't."

"No ma'am, I ain't see shit," he chuckled.

"Good."

For a while, you drive in silence and Logan listens to your heart rate, letting it return to normal. "Is his mama really nasty?"

"I mean she fucked his dad, so..."

[slut4christopherr]

— VIDEO!! —

matthew bernard sturniolo

warnings: mentions of smut, swearing, and that’s about it!!

summary: you, matt, chris and nick decide to make a car video, yours and matts relationship being private, not for much longer!!

matt talking = blue

chris talking = orange

nick talking = purple

reader talking = pink

as the camera beeps, a red light appearing above the lens as everyone puts on a cheeky grin,

chris in the drivers seat, matt in the passengers seat, nick behind chris in the back seat, and you behind matt in the back seat

“what’s good guys, welcome back to a spontaneous wednesday video!!”

you rolls your eyes at the tone he puts on

“today we’re joined by the one and only… drumroll please”

everyone slams their palms against their clothed thighs

“y/n!!!”

you feel put on the spot, as you wave at the camera

“hey guys!!”

10 minutes later..

matt and chris are talking about what food is better, pancakes, waffles, or french toast

chris turns around to nick, who is next to me, and points a finger at him

“i dunno why you care so much”

nicks jaw drops

“why do i care so much? did i say a FUCKING THING?”

you, matt and chris burst out into laughter

“why do IIII care so much? you just went on a fucking 3 minute tangent, about how much you care, i was actually trying to interrupt you guys to say, this is a fucking hypothetical question”

you tap nicks shoulder, tears of laughter dripping down your chin

“nick sto-“

your words get cut off by him, continuing

“tomorrow we’ll wake up, there still be waffles, there still be pancakes, there still be french toast! and i care too much? i couldn’t give a fuck less! matt can wake up and eat all 3 tomorrow! what are you saying i care to much i’m literally waiting for you to STOP!”

as the laughter dies down, nick looking absolutely furious, and you look at him, not attempting at hiding your grin at all

“done yet nicolas?”

nick glares at you

“do i look don-“

you place a finger over his lips

“quiet for a moment, you just went on a 3 minute tangent about how much you don’t care.”

nick leans back in his seat, phone in his hand, scrolling away

matt and chris are fighting over a twix, typical

“give me the fucking twix dude! i bought it”

matt scoffs

“well i found it chris!”

you roll your eyes, them both looking like 5 year olds who just made a sandcastle

“you guys look so fuckin’ stupid right now y’know”

matt laughs, completely forgetting people are in the car with him

“oh and you looked stupid drunk on my cock last-“

you quickly stop his words by slapping your palm over his mouth, eyes widened, embarrassment heating up your face

you look around, to see chris and nick, with a grin on their faces

“oh this is so staying in the video, that’s what the noises were last night huh? thought matt was killin’ you in there!”

you look back at him, removing your hand from matts mouth

“edit. it. out”

nick shakes his head

“i think it would mess with the fans heads? right chris?”

chris shakes his head, chuckling

“oh 100% dude”

you look at matt, embarrassment heating up your cheeks, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead

matt sighs

“it’s been going on for months, we didn’t wanna tell you because, we thought you’d be, disgusted.”

you sigh

“yeah, couldn’t get better dick than matt the munches titanium rod huh?”

a/n: hope y’all enjoyed !! i felt so bored so i wrote this.

dividers @bernardsbendystraws

taglist: @ishasturnz @baileysturns @ariastur9z @m4ttthemunch @whore4mattsturniolo @throatgoat4u @chr1sslvtt

[circussbeetle]

Hotchreid Snippet

I figure since this fic is taking so much longer than i thought it would i may as well post a snippet (that happens to be my favorite scene so far)

Summary: a drunken conversation in a shared cab after a long night

Words: 1.5k

Spencer spots a cab approaching them towards the end of the block, waving his arm until the driver pulls to a stop in front of them. Hotch opens the door for him, always a gentleman, and Spencer slips into the cab as he gives the directions to the driver.

It's only after he’s finished giving his address that he realizes Hotch is still hovering by the open door, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“Are you coming?” Spencer asks with a furrowed brow. Hotch scratches at the back of his neck, lingering.

“I could always catch another one…” he trails off uncertainly, and it clicks for Spencer right then that he never answered Hotch’s earlier question.

He’s still waiting for permission.

“Hotch, it's cold and it’s raining and I can hear my duvet crying for me. Get in the cab.”

Hotch doesn’t try to argue with the finality in Spencer’s demand, climbing in next to him and closing the door with a heavy thunk.

The ride is quiet at first. Spencer leans his head back against the seat and closes his eyes, listening to the sounds of the raindrops hitting the roof, the wheels hissing as they pass through water pooled on the street below, the wind whipping around the car. It’s peaceful, just enough noise to not be overwhelming but to fill the silence as Spencer adjusts to being away from the overly loud music in the bar.

His limbs feel heavy, his bone marrow interlaced with lead and steel and his legs anchored to the floor like he couldn’t move them if he tried. He can feel the exhaustion of the last case creeping up on him, slowly enveloping him and draining him of his last vestiges of energy.

To avoid falling asleep in the car he opens his eyes and rolls his head to the side, taking in Hotch’s stiff form.

He’s been a little strange all night, rapidly oscillating between relaxed and anxious. He goes from cracking jokes in that dry humor of his- almost flirtatious at times, but Spencer doesn’t allow himself to entertain the thought- to sitting pin straight like he’s got a titanium rod in his spine for seemingly no reason at all.

Spencer thinks that maybe this is just what alcohol does to him; he doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Hotch drink quite as much as he had tonight, at least not since he and Haley were together and she’d come along with them on their nights out.

And it’s not like he’s belligerent by any stretch of imagination- he handles his liquor leagues better than Spencer himself- but Spencer’s rarely even seen him tipsy, let alone genuinely drunk. Then again, it’s nigh impossible to resist the all powerful Penelope Garcia when she really sets her mind to something.

Maybe it throws him off kilter, makes him nervous to have less command over his words and his movements. It would certainly make sense. Hotch’s entire life requires him to be alert at all times, always one step ahead, always the leader, always in control. It follows that having that stripped from him, even of his own will, would make him a little jittery.

Spencer can relate, in a way. But he’s always found a little more peace in letting go, smothering his ever racing thoughts til they disappear completely, allowing his overstuffed skull to empty for once.

That yearning for tranquility is why he has to be so careful with his intake, why it's so rare that he affords himself the refuge. That sort of numbing could lead down a dark, winding path faster than he could even realize he’s lost.

A part of him that he doesn't want to acknowledge wonders if Hotch feels that same solicitous temptation, if that’s what’s fueling his unease.

Whatever it is, Spencer doesn’t like seeing him like this. The tension lining his shoulders, the way he’s clenching his jaw as he looks straight forward at the partition, his hands tightly folded in his lap and his brow low, severe. Like a cadet standing at attention.

The passing streetlamps cast animated highlights across his face like a movie projector, the yellow lamplight that kisses his profile cutting the cool blue dark of the cab. Soft against the harsh angles of his features, his furrowed brow, his pursed lips. Illuminating his eyes for just a second, just long enough to catch the worried glint hidden by those thick eyelashes. A portrait against the scene of raindrops hitting the window beside him.

In a spur of confidence more fueled by liquor than logic Spencer reaches out to the other side of the backseat, his movements slow and intentional like he’s walking up on an injured stray. He lays his hand gently over Hotch’s, holding steady when he flinches under the touch.

Spencer can feel Hotch’s eyes on him now but he doesn’t look up from his task, slowly wiggling his fingers between Hotch’s joined hands until the older man catches on and reluctantly releases his hold.

Spencer takes Hotch’s hand in his own and brings it across the space between them to rest over his knees, cradled in both of his hands like something precious. Because the touch, the silent buzz in the air between them, the manufactured intimacy of their own little world behind the partition is precious to Spencer, and right now he wants Hotch to feel that, even if he knows it’s probably a bad idea.

Hotch doesn’t object, silently watching Spencer’s movements with a wary tilt of his head.

“You have an accent,” Spencer murmurs as he stretches Hotch’s fingers out one by one, rubbing his thumbs up each digit methodically with a consistent pressure.

Hotch’s hands are big and wide, long thick fingers and hair tracing down the backs of them. His fingers aren’t much longer than Spencer’s but they make his hands look petite in comparison, his cold, thin and boney where Hotch’s are warm and strong.

“So do you,” Hotch’s voice comes out so soft it’s almost inaudible over the mechanics of the car.

Spencer smiles softly at the deflection, Hotch’s natural instinct to turn the attention away from himself at all times, uncomfortable with the scrutiny, the idea of being known.

“You have a southern accent,” Spencer specifies, because for once he wants to dig deeper, to push Hotch out of his comfort zone, his safety bubble of isolation.

He massages Hotch’s hand now, firmly pressing his thumbs deep into the meat of his palm. Hotch twitches and his hand tenses for just a moment, and Spencer tenderly brushes his thumb across the expanse of Hotch’s palm as an apology before he continues working at the knots under the surface.

“Virginia born and raised,” Hotch offers an attempt at lighthearted banter but it falls flat, his low baritone laced with apprehension, strained.

“Grow out of it?” Spencer prods, turning Hotch’s hand in his lap to trace over his knuckles, the outline of intricate veins beneath thin skin, the bones below them.

He can see Hotch shake his head out of the corner of his eye, can hear the fabric of his shirt and jacket rustling at the movement, but he doesn’t respond right away.

“No, I uhm…” he clears his throat, shifting in his seat uncomfortably, “I had it trained out of me, in law school. Learned pretty quickly that no one takes a prosecutor with a southern twang seriously.”

Spencer nods as he explores the planes of Hotch’s hand, thinking about a twenty something Hotch doing his best to fit in, to prove himself. Thinking about Hotch now, almost thirty years later, carrying those lessons with him.

“Do you always change parts of yourself to manage other’s perceptions?” The question trips past his lips before he can think better of it.

Hotch tenses, his hand clenching and unclenching in Spencer’s hold like he wants to pull away from the conversation, from Spencer.

His hand stays in place.

“Doesn’t everyone?” He asks quietly, and something about his tone makes Spencer look up for the first time since he started this bizarre interrogation.

Hotch is looking at him like he truly wants an answer, like he wants reassurance that he’s not the only one with something to hide, an audience to perform for. Like he’s pleading to know if he’s the only one putting on a show.

Spencer almost doesn’t want to break it to him.

“No,” he says, looking back to the hand in his lap and lacing their fingers together for a selfish moment, a breath, “not everyone.”

A rigid silence follows, charged with something combative, a bristling sort of energy that Spencer can feel jolting between their joined hands, static shocks biting his fingertips like little strikes of lightning. Hotch stiffens like he wants to argue, and Spencer waits patiently for the debate.

It never comes.

Spencer looks to his side only to see that odd look in Hotch’s eyes again, like he’s searching Spencer for something he’s not even sure of himself.

And then he nods, subtly at first and then firmer, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as Spencer. He turns away to look out the window, raindrops casting long shadows down his cheeks and below his eyes as they race to the bottom of the glass, and Spencer feels it in his chest when the moment breaks.

Hotch never pulls his hand away. Spencer draws shapes across his knuckles.

[justaninchident-f1xreader]

max verstappen x reader part2

(incase you missed part one https://www.tumblr.com/justaninchident-f1xreader/740195080454930432/max-verstappen-x-readeer?source=share )

themes-

ferrari female driver jealousy enemies to lovers possible spice (i will put the warning accordingly)

warnings- none in this chapter, so don't worry lovelies

chapter 2 - his steely gaze max's pov-

Monaco's hangover clung to me like cheap champagne, sour and acidic. The sting wasn't just from the defeat, snatched away by a rookie in a crimson devil of a car. It was the fire in her eyes, the mocking tilt of her head when she passed me in the pit lane, the audacity of that damn grin stretching across her face. Y/N L/N, the first woman on the grid, the Ferrari flamethrower who'd dared to make me, Max Verstappen, the reigning lion, sweat.

The paddock buzzed with her laughter, a melody weaving through the drone of mechanics and engineers. I saw her across the way, surrounded by the usual gaggle – Lando, Norris, the McLaren goofball, Charles Leclerc, the Ferrari prince, and Carlos Sainz, ever the grinning peacemaker. She fit in effortlessly, her fiery hair catching the morning sun, a halo crowning her mischievous hazel eyes. I could almost taste the salt of the sea, the tang of adrenaline that clung to her like perfume.

But admit that? Hell would freeze over before I let anyone, least of all her, see even a flicker of appreciation in my steely gaze. So I schooled my face into a sneer, the weapon I wielded better than any titanium gearbox. Her laugh, bright and unafraid, pierced through the armor I'd built around myself.

"Still crying over lost glory, Max?" Lando's voice, as irritating as a tire screech, broke the spell. I grunted, a retort already forming on my lips, but Y/N cut me off.

"Just admiring the scenery, Lando," she said, her eyes flicking to me momentarily, the spark catching fire in their depths. "Never seen an orange storm cloud before."

The jab landed clean, a pit lane undercut straight to my ego. I forced a laugh, harsh and metallic. "Careful, rookie, the scenery might bite back."

The game was on, a constant push and pull, a verbal fencing match on every grid, every press conference. On track, we were predators circling each other, waiting for the right moment to strike. She was fearless, her overtaking moves audacious, calculated risks that somehow always seemed to pay off.

But every night, under the Monaco moon, replaying the race in my head, I'd see flashes of her in the cockpit, the fierce concentration in her eyes, the way her lips moved around the radio commands. Every victory felt hollow, tinged with the ghost of that 0.09 seconds, a constant reminder of her fire.

I hated it. Hated the way she made me think, made me push harder, made me see the cracks in my own ironclad confidence. But beneath the surface, a grudging respect began to simmer, a flicker of admiration hidden in the ashes of defeat.

Y/N L/N, the Ferrari firecracker, was more than just a rookie. She was a force of nature, a hurricane in a scarlet dress, and she'd turned my world upside down. And I, Max Verstappen, the Dutch lion, wouldn't have it any other way.

We were destined to clash, to burn like meteorites across the Formula One sky. And somewhere, deep down, in the pit lane of my pride, a part of me couldn't wait for the next race, for the next duel, for the next chance to be consumed by the inferno she called her passion.

The game had begun, and the heat was rising.

[boxboxblog]

Explaining F1 Language pt 1

I use a lot of jargon in my posts, so I hope this is informative.

DRS = Drag Reduction System. It is a flap on the rear wing that opens and closes to reduce drag, It is only available in DRS zones of a race track and if your car is within 1 second of the car in front of you.

Chicane = Series of sharp corners, usually in opposite directions (think 'S' shaped), used to slow cars down and encourage overtakes.

Dirty Air = Disrupted, rough, hot air that drivers get when they are behind another car. It makes the car go slower and heat up faster.

Clean Air = Fresh cool air that a car with no one in front gets. Less drag and helps keep car cool.

Halo = Titanium arch that crosses over drivers head, used for safety.

Pole Position = Starting the race in the first position

Pit Wall = A wall where engineers analyze data from sensors in car, watch race, and advise driver. Only a drivers specific race engineer is allowed to talk to them. Team principals are also there.

Points Position = 10th place and up

WDC = World Drivers Championship. The driver with the most points wins.

WCC = World Constructers Championship. the team with the most overall points wins

Straights = The non curved part of a race track, where basic speed is most important

Street Circuit = A race track built over city streets. Often very sharp corners and thin tracks. Examples include Monaco, Singapore, and Baku.

Classic Circuit = A built track that remains, often more typical of older track styles. Often have long straights, wide tracks, and rounded corners.

Undercut = A strat where a driver pits earlier than whoever they are racing against in order to use fresher tires to set a quick lap time and overtake their rival before they exit their own pit stop.

Overcut = Opposite of undercut, where a driver stays out longer than their rival in an attempt to gain time up on them. The goal is that when they pit they come out ahead of their rival due to the gap they create.

The Racing Line = The perfect line for a driver to follow that gets them around the circuit the fastest. Most drivers follow the same line one after the other. There is an outside line and inside line on corners.

Marbles = Small bits of rubber that come off of tires and accumulate off of the racing line. Can reduce grip if driven over.

Dirty Side = Part of track where marbles, dirt, and debris gathers

Clean Side = Usually the racing line, where there are no marbles, debris, or dirt.

Parc Fermé = Area where cars are placed after qualifying and the race. Teams are not allowed to make any changes to their car once they enter this area.

Flat Spot = Flat area on tires caused by aggressive braking. Cause vibrations which means they are to be avoided as much as possible.

Lock-up = When a driver brakes to hard, it causes one or more wheels to stop rotating. Often leads to tire damage or missing a corner.

Blistering = damage to the surface of the tire caused by excessive heat. The tire rubber heats up and peels off. Can lead to bad tire performance.

Graining = When small parts of rubber detach and and reattach to the tire, creating an uneven surface. This reduces grip and often occurs when tire temp is off.

Box = Term used by race engineers to call driver into pit

Push Lap = You'll hear 'push, push' a lot, which essentially means drive aggressive and at max speed.

Mode Push = Engineer tells driver to switch to higher engine mode

Lift and Coast = Fuel or tire saving technique where driver lifts off of throttle early before corner and coasts before braking.

Delta Time = Target lap time during a safety car to ensure they are within allowed speed but keeping up with strat

Oversteer = When the the rear of the car loses traction and slides out in corner, the driver has to correct with opposite steering input. This is oversteer. Overcorrecting can lead to a spin.

Understeer = When the front of the car loses grip, causing the car to continue straight instead of turning, a driver must adjust steering or braking to compensate. This is understeer.

Lifting the Throttle = Slightly reducing pressure to accelerator, often used during fuel management or tire conservation.

Bottoming = When a car's chassis or floor hits the track. Often causes sparks.

Power Unit = Combo of Internal Combustion Engine and Hybrid Energy Recovery Systems (simply, the engine though its more complex then that)

Stint = A period of racing between pit stops. For example a car will go on a 15 lap stint, then pit, then a 30 lap stint after.

Tyre Deg = short for Tyre degradation, when the wear makes the tire (and car) lose performance

Safety Car = Slow car out out to force drivers to slow down when there is debris or a crash on the track. Drivers are not allowed to overtake when the safety car is out.

Virtual Safety Car = System used when they do not want to deploy safety car because incident will be cleaned up quickly. Same rules as safety car.

Brake Bias = Distribution of barking force between front and rear wheels. Can be adjusted to help balance, especially in wet weather.

Quali= The day before a race, drivers aim to set a time and make their place on the lineup order. There is Q1, Q2, and Q3. Only top ten make it to Q3 and attempt for pole.

Purple Sector = Fastest sector time set by any driver during a session.

Track Evolution = The way a circuit's grip improves during a race weekend. Effected by rubber build-up, debris cleaning, temperature, weather, time, and surface type. Big part of strategy.

Out Lap = Lap immediately after leaving the pits during qualifying. Used to warm up tires.

In Lap = Lap where driver is heading for the pits

Flying Lap = a fast lap in qualifying when the driver is trying to set a time

Formation Lap = Lap right before race start where drivers can warm tires and help track evolve

Tear-Off = A thin plastic sheet on driver's helmet that can be peeled away mid race to get rid of dirt and debris. Drivers have several.

Scrubbed Tires = Tires that have been used briefly but still have lost of life. Can be an advantage because they are slightly worn.

Overtake = When a car gets by another car

Recovery Lap = Lap after an incident or pit stop where the driver focuses on getting back into race rhythm and warming tires.

There will be a part 2, I ran out of words. Oops.

Cheers,

-B

[benihana-circumcision]

coming to ur house with a gas generator, a corded milwaukee impact driver, and a set of titanium phillips bits to strip the fuck out of every fastener head you own

[thedravanianhorde]

The dashboard of the Thorton reads 113°F.

It also reads 70MPH, but from the barren back seat, V is less concerned about how fast they’re going and more about how much she’s sweating. The radio had said the Flats shouldn’t get much hotter than this today, but the city should hit 120° within the next two hours. V’s never been so grateful to be in the middle of fucking nowhere, instead of surrounded by concrete and titanium, steel beams and industrial rubber. While the back of the Thorton is far from comfortable, having been stripped of its seats to make room for its modifications, it remains shockingly good cover from the elements. At the very least, V can say the heat is only pissing her off instead of making her tired.

They’ve another three hours of travel ahead of them. The prospect of the Nevada state line does not excite V - nor should it, because the men they plan to meet are not good ones - but the idea of learning how to get through this book she’d picked up a day ago does.

Because it’s not like she can’t read it. She can. V can read the book, thank you, she can read lots of things including the backs of cans and vehicle instruction manuals and warnings on cyberware. She can read lots of things, like the neon-holographic adverts that shoot clear up to the moon from the city, like signs demarcating an exit on the highway. She can read the book.

Just… Not this first page of it.

How can a book be good and impossible to read? The brick shithouse in the front seat had said it was good, that it was worth its own time. That was about all he said, and while that walking nightmare’s opinions are usually all across the board, he’s not often an outright liar. It’s probably good. So why’s it fucking unreadable, how’s it so hard to crack into?

“This is gonk!” V decides, absolutely jovial as she slaps that book closed and hucks it into the front seat, “Waste of time.”

Clamboring out from the back, V chucks her small body into the passenger’s seat and reaches back over her shoulder to strap herself in. The entity in the driver’s seat doesn’t respond verbally, instead subtly cocking his head to the right. His face doesn’t betray any particular thought or emotion, though the clicking in his cyberware is more audible than usual, even over the sound of the road and the A/C blasting.

“You think The Outsiders is gonk?”

V does a doubletake, staring at him the second time for far longer than she did the first. Kepler’s attention returns fully to the road. Her eyes stay fixed on him, a brow cocked in disbelief, before she scoffs exaggeratedly to look out her window. “Yeah, think it’s real gonk.”

“How far did you get.”

“Far enough to know it’s gonk!”

“Hn.”

Silence follows, and V is content with it. She shoves that book into the glovebox, sits back, and crosses her legs.

“So I’m hearing you didn’t read shit.”

V’s head whips around so fast she can feel the clip in her hair creak in an effort to hold her blonde mop in place. “Says who?!”

“Says you, calling it gonk.”

V’s face contorts in offense. Kepler remains a wall.

“Just ‘cause I thought that shit was goofy doesn’t mean I can’t fucking read! I’m not illiterate, yanno!” She yelps, arms coming to cross hard over her chest. “You’re a dick! I’m not stupid, ya ass, I can read just fine!”

It’s the last sentence she screeches that seems to catch Kepler’s interest. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t point all six of his eyes at her, no. His lip twitches upward, hovers there, before his countenance drops again.

“So you are illiterate.”

V’s arm jolts out to connect her fist to his shoulder. Kepler catches it in his right hand before she can make contact, and turns to look at her slowly. V's heart jumps into her throat. He could snap it, if he so chose to flick his own wrist just right. “Remember what I said about return fire. I hit harder than you.”

She snatches her hand back from his, shakes it out. “Gotta grab me so hard?”

“That wasn’t hard and you can’t read. Let’s get our truths in a row here.”

V has to try not to kick the dashboard in response. She slumps in her seat, arms still crossed and face turning red, and nearly hugs the door like it might get her away from the driver of the vehicle. It does not, unfortunately. “What’s the first word say.”

"Who's even got physical books anymore anyways!" V cries, arms still crossed as she points herself at Kepler like a weapon, "Everything you fuckin' teach is--!"

"Then give up," Kepler shrugs, "And be illiterate your whole life. You overestimate how much I give a fuck."

"Then why--?!"

"Because," Kepler growls out, exasperated as he reaches for his nicotine in the center console, "It's easier on both of us if you can read, and everyone else your age knows how."

[iprefertheterminsane]

Take me Home (Where I Belong)

I'm almost finished with my domestic perryshmirtz 5+1, which I'm gonna upload to ao3 soon so here's a tease in the form of the first chapter!

Rating: G

Relationship: Perry the Platypus/Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Tags: Human Perry the Platypus, pre-slash, domesticity, Perry's moved in before they even stopped calling themselves enemies, it's normal to want to kiss the homies sometimes, right?, long suffering Charlene, Perry's got 4 kids actually and that fourth one is Vanessa, haha Perry the Platypus you are dating my father.

Even after having his plans foiled for the day, Heinz doesn’t let him drive home.

“Look at yourself, Perry the Platypus, you’re barely standing on your own two feet.” The scientist points out. He’s right, of course, not that Perry will let him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. It seems to mean less than little; Heinz had already buckled him back into the passenger seat of his truck with the tenacity of a father, and Perry is just barely conscious enough to comply- a bit dumbly, but the taller man does not seem to mind-without much of a fuss. He’s still talking, naturally. Perry has gotten so used to the chatter the droning had begun to take on an ambient sort of feeling, like brown noise. “-practically an accident waiting to happen. Honestly, you’d think Francis would want to try keeping his best agent alive-that agency is gonna do you in better than I would, one day.”

Perry considers giving up a token protest-he had gotten here with the hoverjet on auto-pilot; the routes between the lair and Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. has long been keyed in as his defaults-but decides otherwise. He really was quite exhausted, surely it would be no bother to let Heinz drive him back to Evil Inc. where he’s parked. Why waste fuel when a cheaper of transport was on offer? The Major has particularly been going on and on lately about turning the office more green and saving energy, no doubt one of their latest efforts to cut costs-so he was doing the agency a favor, really. He trusted that Heinz was a reliable enough driver when they’re neither forced to undergo the serial killing obstacle course that was the Drusselsteinian Driving Test Route.

He would sleep in just until Heinz gets them back home. Decision made, he lets himself rest his eyes.

00..00

“Up, up, up, Perry the Platypus you don’t really expect me to carry you up the stairs do you-,”

“-Ok, here we go, sit here-no, no, don’t lay down just yet you need to take your shoes off Perry the Heathenpuss-,”

“-I am not letting you sleep in the corset of a waistcoat Perry the Platypus, wow is this Kevlar? No wonder you can stand my Titanium punches-Ok uppies, I should probably help you take this tie off too, huh? They could strangle you in your sleep, y’know, nuff said, if nuff was-y’know, me-it’s so weird to see you so biddable, Perry the Platypus-,”

“-ok, last thing Perry the Platypus, yes I promise, just need to help you get under the covers, alright? Now, isn’t that better? Aw, look at how cute you look, Perry the Platypus, like a little angel-,”

“Good night, Perry the Platypus.”

00..00

Perry snorts awake in the penthouse guest room with the covers pulled up to his chin, blinking against the light of the setting sun from behind the half-shaded curtains facing east of Danville.

He isn’t sure what’s woken him, but finds himself unable to go back to sleep. This was probably a good thing-he’s never stayed behind in Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. for so long without making his excuses before, and the clock shows that he’s nearly late for dinner back at the Flynn-Fletcher’s household. He’ll have no trouble flying home now, he feels perfectly well-rested.

Rising to his feet, he finds himself underdressed. His hat rests on the right-hand nightstand, right next to his sleeping head, and the rest of his clothes-vest, tie and shoes-draped carefully over the chair that looks like it’s been dragged over from the kitchen, positioned right next to the room’s entryway, deliberately left ajar. He shoves the hat back over his head and toes his shoes back on, but blinks deliberately at the rest of his attire. They are, of course, crucial parts of his armour, but what was to fear for stepping out without them? Heinz’s scheme was thwarted for the day, and lest the man was suddenly overcome with another plan while Perry was out, which he sincerely doubts, Heinz would not have reason to attack him out of the blue, and certainly not out of armour. He was obsessed with playing fair, and acting by the book. As far as they are both concerned, they were now both off the clock.

Perry decides to take the clothes and fold them over his arm, but he steps out without putting them on- the vest tends to cinch, which he tolerates, but not without reason-and goes to search for his host to make his goodbyes.

It’s easy enough to find him; Heinz is in the kitchen, naturally, making dinner for himself, with Norm at the dining table carefully slicing vegetables and making prep; something doughy, it seems. Perry wonders if it’s pie-Heinz makes wonderful doonkleberry pie. He rests his hips against the doorjamb, and chatters his teeth to make his presence known, a noise Heinz is well familiar with. It cuts off the man’s mindless chatter, and he beams. Perry can’t help his own answering smile.

"Ah, Perry the Platypus!” He crows. “Just in time for dinner! I don’t suppose you mind setting the table, just need to give me another couple of minutes-,” he cuts himself off as he sees Perry shaking his head, and Perry signs, regretfully, that he has to make himself scarce.

“YOU AREN’T STAYING FOR DINNER?” Norm asks, as despairingly as his cheerful-sounding robotic voice could make it sound. His mouth is down turned.

“Yes, it’s already so late, Perry the Platypus, surely your report could wait a couple of more hours.” Heinz adds, cajoling. “I worry you know, a man has to eat homemade meals every couple of days, else you tend to get sick to the stomach. I don’t know if you cook. I’ve made lemon pie for dessert.” Heinz sing-songs enticingly at the end, and Perry has to admit it’s persuasive. The man really does have a knack for baking.

But he’s already missed out on family dinner yesterday, due to making up for Agent G’s maternity leave, and the Flynn-Fletchers would worry if he missed out on another. He knows for a fact Linda’s made her award-winning meatloaf tonight, and hedgehog cake for supper. He’d hate on missing out on the treat for the world.

He’s halfway through realizing he’s said it out loud, ‘I have homemade meals at home,’ before he freezes, taking in Norm’s and Heinz’s curious blinks, and his hands pause abruptly, letting the sentence trail off awkwardly. He could see from the look on Heinz’s face that he was curious, mouth opening as if to pose a question, but seems to ultimately decide against it. They’ve both scrambled enough of the expected norms of their Villain-to-Spy nemesis-ship today, and crossing the line to figuring out Perry’s home life seems a midge too far, even for them.

Heinz hums, and changes the subject. “Are you really driving home fully dressed like that?”

Perry looks down at himself. ‘What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?’

“Nothing, which is my point. You could just leave them here, you know, they’re all dirty, Norm can run them through with the rest of the day’s laundry, and you can pick them up tomorrow. It’s weird to see you all dressed down, you know, but not bad weird, a good weird, makes me feel like a good host. That’s how you know you’re an adult sometimes, ugh, just listen to me talk about good hosting etiquette, Vanessa never has to worry about that sort of thing you know, even though she should. I hope Charlene’s teaching her.”

Perry’s wandered over to the coffee machine at this point, using context clues to figure out how it works and avoiding the large red button in a transparent case on the right-hand side of it’s case. He taps it, and churrs again.

“Oh, coffee! That’s a good idea, Perry the Platypus, some strong caffeine to help drive you through that traffic, I bought this travel mug for you!” Heinz hands him a short and stout chrome and teal travel mug with a silicone top and an anti-slip base. “I saw that color while scrolling through Etsy while I was looking at bento-boxes for this scheme I’m cooking up next week-oop, forget I said that Perry the Platypus, no spoilers! It reminded me of you! But the travel mugs aren’t related, it was just in the same shop, I love travel mugs, especially these newer novelty ones, you know there were never any novelty items back in Drusselstein, on account of the state largely frowning on any sort of color or patterns-,”

Perry churrs again, twisting the top of his cup back on and pointing out the door. Heinz visibly deflates.

“Oh, right, yes, leaving, of course, Perry the Platypus, let me just let this simmer and walk you to the door-and leave the clothes with Norm, Perry the Platypus, I’ve told you, you can come to fetch them tomorrow.”

Heinz helps hold the mug for him while he gets himself settled back in the hoverjet, and the clock on his dash informs him he should reach the house just in time to reach the Flynn Fletchers begin dinner if he rushed. Heinz leans forward to hand him the travel mug, leaving them close, just close enough that Perry feels the ridiculous urge to-maybe-leave a soft kiss on the other man’s cheek, the way Lawrence does when Linda was about to leave the house for the errand of the day.

Heinz doesn’t seem to notice, mumbling about setting the mug just right into the cupholder behind the handlebar, because it was hot, Perry the Platypus, we wouldn’t want a repeat of the driving test incident, do we? When Perry switches the jet on, Heinz waves. Perry, inexplicably, tips his hat back in return.

It isn’t until he’s 15 minutes away from the house that he realizes he really had left his vest and tie behind at Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. He hopes Heinz doesn’t plan to do anything inadvisable with them.

For some reason, Perry doesn’t believe that he will.

[armpirate]

The Only One || JJK || Ch. 23

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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MASTERLIST

Jungkook moved his thumb over the titanium ball of his eyebrow piercing, focusing too much on the slippery touch of the piece of jewelry while his mind was busy with just one thing: Y/n. It had been weeks since she left, and he still wasn't able to understand how all of it happened in front of him. As much as he tried to find an explanation to it, it just made no sense. Even if it could've happened right up in his nose, he wasn't able to tell how she could get all the information. She didn't know Korean to understand anything that could be of use, and she was too busy trying to get her ass in problems to worry about his issues.

He found the phone, he found the texts, but there was something off about all of it. Sanhyuk clearly didn't want her as a scoop -he was convinced there was someone else, and that was why Jihu was still under supervision in one of the safe houses that he had spread all over Korea.

Either way, soon the word was spread all over his family. The seven members of the Bangtan family agreed on keeping that deal with Sanhyuk as a secret so it wouldn't get any bigger, and also congratulated Jungkook after taking a good decision. He knew that if he hadn't done what Sanhyuk wanted, the other six bosses would've jumped at his throat and also forced him to leave his position -the same position his dear father left him.

Although he couldn't disagree more about the decision...

—Don —he rolled his eyes when he heard Siu's voice breaking the silence.

—I told you not to call me like that.

—Sorry —the young man apologized, taking a hesitating step towards his desk—. Jihu said he wants to talk.

That sentence got Jungkook moving his eyes from the gray wall to the gangster, confused at the sudden change of opinion from the person who used to be his man of trust. But it wasn't like he was able to think straight, when his brain was focused on getting answers finally.

Soon he stood up from his chair and was ordering his driver to get him to the same place he locked Jihu in, and that everyone in his crew knew of -because he made sure they'd take turns to look after him, and also create awareness indirectly by seeing what could happen to them if they ever thought about betraying him. Not like it really worried him. In general, he was well-respected, most of the people working for him would look down whenever he passed by, and would take a bullet for him any time. But it was better to make sure something like that wouldn't happen again.

He stepped inside the room, seeing a beaten Jihu kneeling on the floor, with both of his arms on each side of his body. He barely could recognize him, his swollen face -by the several hits- were covered in blood, that was rolling down the -already- dry stains.

—Hope you have something interesting to say —Jungkook mentioned, lazily letting his head fall slightly to the back.

—I really don't know what he wants from Y/n —he assured him.

Jungkook breathed deeply, slightly closing his eyes before he was completely focused on the man kneeling in front of him.

—You took her to him —after reminding him that, he squatted in front of Jihu—, didn't you? —the old man just looked down— I'm sure you also kept him updated on everything related to Y/n, so tell me —grabbing him by the hair, nails almost digging on his scalp, to force his barely open eyes to stare into his own—: you did all of that without a fucking explanation? Do you really think I will buy that you acted blindly? —his tattooed hand pulled from his hair, gaining a complaint from the man.

—Sometimes you just need to act blindly —he muttered—. You've kept coming here time and time again, every day, and you always get the same answer. I don't really know what he wants to do with her.

—And I'll keep doing it until you speak —Jungkook sighed—. Look, I don't really care about how much he paid you —he stood up, cleaning the sweat and grease on his black slacks—, but I want to know what the fuck he's planning.

He dug his hand in the right pocket, moving his fingers over his phone to reach the cigarettes. Somehow, the mere action of placing the cigarette in front of his parted and broken lips was enough for Jihu to accept the invitation, lighting it up as soon as the orange part was trapped in his mouth. The tip lighted slightly when he breathed in, later letting all the thick smocking spill from his nostrils.

—You know me more than anyone, and you know that if you're good to me, I'll be good to you —Jungkook assured him.

But that comment only made Jihu scoff, as if he weren't the one in a disadvantaged position.

—You're just a kid, playing to be his father —he ironically mentioned, barely understandable, because he still tried to keep the cigarette in between his lips.

—Could be —Jungkook nodded—. I'm still smarter than you. At least enough to know when to keep my mouth shut.

Right after saying that, he took the cigarette and turned it off, rubbing the burning tip against Jihu's forehead, making him whine and scream in pain at the first contact.

—Y/n is the only reason you're still alive —he mentioned, throwing the cigarette away—. If you aren't going to be useful, I won't hesitate to kill you right now.

It was the first time, after all of his visits, that Jungkook was threatening him with death. After many times going there, trying to get to a solution that would work both for Y/n and his family, his patience was up, and so was Jihu's chance to drag that moment forever. It was as if the mention of those words actually scared Jihu, because the way he looked at him from the ground completely changed.

✸ ✸ ✸

Y/n cornered herself, sitting as far away from the door as possible when she heard the steps getting close to it. The sudden lightning made her close her eyes instantly at the momentary pain, after forcing her eyes to such a sudden change. It took her too long to get used to it, because when she opened them again, it was too late. The same man who always took her her lunch, was grabbing her by the arm and pulling her whole body up so she could walk along with him without giving any problems.

A big impulse to get away from his grip was suddenly forgotten, when she saw the red finger marks around her wrists.

Whatever she did, Sanhyuk had a punishment for it. He said he wouldn't tolerate her looking at him wrongly, and he meant it. Every time she wasn't able to control her own eyes, she'd be reminded. Every time her tongue slipped one of her comments, a reaction would come right after. She ended up being aware of every muscle of her own body, and learnt to hide her own thoughts so she wouldn't feel tempted to say them out loud.

She was dragged through the house, stopping in front of a white door -that was opened by a tall and slim woman that looked down at her. And considering the poor conditions she was in, she understood.

She forgot the last time she showered -although she was sure that it wasn't in that place, not even once-, just like she forgot most of the taste of food -because she wasn't given anything else other than rice. And through her mind crossed the idea that she was being treated like a dog, but she was sure that most dogs were treated nicely than her.

The man pushed her body inside the wide bathroom, with the woman dodging her body before closing the door behind her.

—Shower —was the only word she heard from her.

Y/n wanted to refuse, she didn't want to shower while being watched. But she knew the consequences to her words, she knew what would happen the second she pronounced the "N" only. Actually, the darkness she was surrounded by was one of her punishments, because the previous day she refused eating -thinking that it'd force Sanhyuk's men to bring him to her.

Breathing deeply, she started taking her stinky clothes off. It was the first time she was disgusted by her own smell and her own body, moving her arms the least before stepping into the shower.

Despite the pressure, it was the first time in a long while her whole body felt relaxed, even lighter, under the warm water, throwing her head back while closing her eyes -as she tried to get as much of it as possible. Although, not too long after, she heard the female voice hurrying her to finish.

Only covered with a white towel, she was pushed to the chair in front of the wide mirror, where she could only see the form of her figure because of the steam. She didn't know what was going on, she just let the woman do whatever she wanted to her, seeing her through the corner of her eyes every single time she put her hands on her. She pulled her hair while brushing it and drying it, put some makeup on her face and threw all the tools she used over the sink.

It was weird. It felt weird to see her own reflection after so long, and it felt sad seeing all the marks and bruises she was indirectly protected from pointing out. She managed to get an idea of where the wounds were placed, by the way some spots in her face hurted, but she didn't think it would be that bad. And after getting the makeup done, the woman was only able to hide the biggest bruises, but the line of dry blood on her broken lip, just like the most recent -and darkest- bruise wasn't totally covered with the work she tried to do.

And it wasn't like she cared either.

When she got up from the chair, she saw a black plastic bag flying to her body -and she barely managed to catch it in the air-, followed by a pair of shoes that collapsed against the floor, before she was ordered to put them on.

New underwear, new clothes... There was something wrong going on. Although she didn't manage to see through it all until she was dragged outside the house for the first time, getting inside a gray car. Just like the day she got there, filled and surrounded by tall and thick men that wouldn't hesitate to stop every attempt at running away.

Her eyes squinted when they entered an empty pub. And judging by how bright it was outside, it didn't surprise her, but it made her feel out of place, wearing that black velvet dress, tight to her body, at that time of the day.

She kept walking through all the place, suddenly seeing some faces that seemed familiar. She wasn't sure of when she had seen some of those people, but she was sure that it wasn't in Sanhyuk's place. Or maybe it was indeed there, but losing contact with any kind of person for two weeks tricked her mind.

Her heart stopped beating when she stepped inside an office, and she was able to recognize that wide back under a black blazer, she'd be able to point out that posture out of a lot of people. And judging by his reaction when he spotted her, as she walked past him and towards the desk -motioned by Sanhyuk-, she was sure Jungkook was as surprised as her to see her there.

—I thought you'd like to see her —he shrugged, wrapping an arm around her waist—. After all, you've spent some time together —looking up to her, and switching from Korean to English, he squeezed her side—. Don't be rude, say hi.

Gulping thick, and knowing how not doing it would end up, she muttered a greeting, looking down almost immediately.

She was ashamed of the state she was in -desperate to hide the bruises and cuts that the make up wasn't able to hide-, but she also was proud, trying to hide the help she was craving while avoiding making eye contact. But it wasn't like Jungkook needed her eyes to speak, her body language was enough and Sanhyuk's possessive and cocky expression was also speaking volumes. He still looked for more though, scrolling his eyes to her arm, down to the marks on her wrists and her elbows.

—I'm treating her like a queen. Better than you, actually —Sanhyuk mocked them both—. Just like she deserves.

Jungkook had to make his best to control himself, feeling his own fists tightening next to his thighs. He knew that, when Sanhyuk interrupted the talk about territories, he'd do something to get on his nerves. But he didn't think that he'd use Y/n for it. And he almost got away with what he wanted, especially when he spanked her ass in front of him before he told her to leave them alone again.

There was nothing new coming from that meeting. Sanhyuk was the one who called him in, yet he still paid no attention to what was being said, there was no interest on his side.

—This is fun —Sanhyuk chuckled—. Any other time, you wouldn't have come. But since I have something you want, you ran here. It's so fun when tables are turned.

—Not for long though —Jungkook assured, getting up from his seat.

—We'll see —he pointed to the door—. But for now, you're the one with the tail in between your thighs.

✸ ✸ ✸

After coming back from that short visit to the pub, she was escorted back to her room. Although there was light back in there.

—Boss said that you did well. This is your reward —the voice said on her back, before he closed the door and locked it.

Breaking down, she ripped the dress and threw the heels against the wall, falling down on her knees as she hid her face on the mattress.

The fact that she had to consider a glimpse of light a reward was the only thing left she needed that day to fully lose herself, losing count of the time she spent in that position and in that state. At least until she heard voices again.

She rushed to the closet, trying to find a t-shirt, to at least cover the only naked part of her body before the door was opened. And while she expected the same man that would always bring her her lunch, she rushed to grab the shoe she threw to the wall when she saw Jungkook being pushed inside the room, before the door was closed right after.

Fast, he dodged the stiletto, but right after she was the one all over him, hitting his body annoyed, unable to understand what he was doing there. The volume of her complaints kept increasing, forcing Jungkook to cover her mouth with his hand, and holding her hand with the other, forcing her to stay still.

—I'm not supposed to be here. Shut up if you don't want either of us getting in trouble.

Days after sending her to Sanhyuk's place, he made sure to get a contact that would at least keep him updated on how she was doing. But looking at her in that moment, without all the makeup, he could tell that she was in a worse state than she was warned about. He was able to tell she looked slimmer when she got inside the office, but he had wished that was the only thing that was wrong with her. Up close, he was aware of the barely perceptible black eye, and the light bruises on her cheeks.

For a hot second, she felt grateful to see him there, and she'd have jumped right in his arms if she hadn't got back to her senses fast, getting rid of his hands and stepping back.

—What are you doing here?

—I just wanted to check on you.

Jungkook only wanted the contact temporarily, just in case there was a strange move from Sanhyuk's side. At least until he managed to find a way to get her back neatly. But he abused his power, and increased the money he'd pay after seeing her in his office. Clearly, his source wasn't as honest or aware of most of what was going on, because there was a lot of information that was being kept from him.

—I don't need anything from you —she hit his arm—. I'm not your problem anymore, so leave —she pushed him, although he barely moved—. Leave —she hit him again—. You had no issue sending me here, so leave just like that.

While her lip trembled with her words, Jungkook was able to see that thin line of blood on it. Unable to control himself, he cupped her face and rubbed his thumb under the wound, surprised by how accepting she was of his touch.

—I'm sorry —he whispered.

Y/n was taken aback by those two words, and the clear sign of regret in his eyes for the first time since they met. Both of them could feel his phone shaking in his pants constantly, but they still stayed like that.

—I'll take you out of here. I promise —Jungkook assured her again.

—Who says I want to go back with you, huh? —she pushed him again— Why would I trust you? It was so fucking easy for you...

—It wasn't —he stopped her—. You really made me have no choice. And the only reason I'm here right now is because I want you to be okay.

He was going to continue, but the constant vibration in his pocket made him sigh and finally reach for his phone. Face completely pale when he realized it was too late to get out of there like he was planning to.

—What? —Y/n asked.

—Sanhyuk is back.

If she needed a better explanation, Sanhyuk's voice from somewhere in his house confirmed what Jungkook was saying, making them look at each other nervously, as if that would give them an answer on what to do.

Taglist:@kaiparkerwifes @sheylamc @amy2006jones

[planetofsnarfs]

Porsche 911 restomod specialist Singer has revealed a new take on the long-running sports car inspired by the wide-bodied, naturally aspirated Carrera model from the 1980s.

Although conceived as the ultimate version of the naturally aspirated G-Series 911 (built from 1973 to 1989), it is actually based on the later 964 generation (1989 to 1994).

The chassis is restored and then strengthened in a process developed with Red Bull Technologies, the engineering consultancy spun off from the UK-based Formula 1 team.

This uses various composite and steel panels to reinforce key weak points in the 964’s monocoque structure, which are claimed to improve handling, braking and refinement.

The 964’s flat-six engine, meanwhile, has been reworked by Cosworth. Chief among the changes is an increase in displacement from the regular 3.6 litres up to 4.0 litres. It is then fitted with variable valve timing to improve drivability at low speeds; four-valve, water-cooled cylinder heads; and a new titanium exhaust system.

The changes allow the engine to send 420bhp through the rear wheels, revving past 8000rpm in the process.

It is then fitted with a six-speed manual gearbox whose ratios are said to “encourage drivers to explore that [rev] range”. This can be fitted with a raised gear selector and an exposed shift linkage, should buyers so choose.

The suspension set-up is upgraded with four-way dampers, which can be adjusted electronically from inside the cockpit.

There are five modes for the traction control (Road, Sport, Track, Weather and Off) to suit various different conditions, and a nose lifter is fitted to help with negotiating speed bumps and steep inclines.

Carbon-ceramic brakes can be had as an optional extra.

The new carbonfibre bodywork draws on the Super Sport Equipment pack that was offered on the Carrera in period but adds new cues, such as pop-up auxiliary lights.

Buyers can choose from a fixed whale tail or an active spoiler that raises from the rear deck at speed, for greater stability.

Inside, the car is fitted with new bucket seats and “discrete” technology, such as a small sat-nav screen mounted on the dashboard.

Singer has yet to disclose prices but said it will take only 100 commissions for the car, which is officially named the Porsche 911 Carrera Coupe Reimagined by Singer.

[audiow0lf-2]

Got tired of the snow and cold in the PNW so I dipped to Scottsdale AZ and rented a 2012 Lamborghini Gallardo. #lifesgood

So quick review. This was the “automatic” e-gear model. The car aesthetics are awesome. Great look, huge head turner. I was surprised by how quiet the car was actually. The V10 makes a sweet sweet sound that I can only describe as CLEAN. But it’s surprisingly on the quieter side. I just want more of that sound.

Handling : 7/10 with 10 being a literal physical dime turn. I think the main issue here is I just wasn’t a fan with how long and wide the car is. It’s not a problem, just a matter of preference. Car turns well, handling is excellent. Braking is a little difficult with the e-gear. It just doesn’t have a natural feel to it.

Comfort 4/10 it’s clearly and obviously compromising comfort for the cool factor. The bucket seats are surprisingly comfortable but a few things stood out to me as glaring issues. Your left leg in the drivers seat can’t rest straight forward, it has to make this awkward 90 degree angles resting position and after some drive time you’ll notice it starts to wear on your knee. The second issue is the doors have absolutely no arm rest capability, with the quirky e-gear that requires both hands basically on the wheel 24/7, my arms were TIRED after driving the car around for the day. I know this sounds like nit picking but boy you’d be surprised what makes or breaks you wanting to drive a beautiful call all day vs not. And I feel these are issues that don’t exist for any reason for the compromise of the functionality of the car which makes it upsetting.

More on comfort: Man, buttons, buttons everywhere. In no discernible pattern or arrangement either..it just frankly feels like it had no thought put into it outside of aesthetic niceness. It’s very aesthetically appealing but it ends there.

Performance 7/10: hella fast, not the fastest, but the pulls have a great feeling to them. I think my GT4 pulls harder and is louder. A titanium exhaust would fix the sound issue. The e-gear is a problem for me. It’s close enough to having to be driven like a manual, that I’d rather just have the manual and have full control. It’s definitely a unique and fun experience. I’m very happy I picked this model to experience this quirky transmission, but I wouldn’t own it.

Overall this was a super cool and fun experience. And it was a really fun opportunity to compare the car to my GT4 at home and see what I was missing out on. I know a lot of people will disagree with me and some of my “hot takes” but man bro, there are just some comically little issues that make you go, “this is a peak super car experience that is absolutely lauded?” I’m not a softie, in fact I love the high feedback harsh rides. Just some things that feel like really odd oversights rofl. Dont yell at me too much! This was a completely biased personal review by a Porsche lover haha — love y’all.

[hirocimacruiser]

Tommykaira R-z brochure translation.

The wonders of Tommykaira Magic that you can experience while driving. R

Total balance with a high degree of perfection commensurate with 530ps.

The displacement has been increased to 2700cc, achieving a maximum output of 530 horsepower and a maximum torque of 54.52kgm. To achieve this, various types of tuning have been applied. For example, the crankshaft, which is the most important element for bringing out the best performance of the engine, is an original crankshaft manufactured by Fandon in the UK. Highly rigid full counter type provides excellent balance performance. Furthermore, the R-z uses an H-section connecting rod and forged aluminum piston, making it both highly rigid and lightweight. What's more, it achieves well-balanced tuning. In addition, the R-z uses metal head gaskets, high-lift camshafts, valve springs, and racing plugs to bring out the best in the pistons, connecting rods, and crankshafts that are the main moving parts. Composite Radiator Improves cooling effect by using NI water pump.

I got it.

Changes to the intake and exhaust system have resulted in a significant increase in efficiency through the use of a stainless steel exhaust system with suction from the front pipe and a racing type intercooler. By increasing the size of the fuel system parts and strengthening the drive system, you can enjoy ample torque even when driving at low rpm around town. What's more, the sense of power, extension, and revving at high rpm will captivate anyone sitting in the driver's seat.

suspension tuning is

"High ride comfort and handling"

Balance in Dimensions.” During normal driving

Passenger-friendly ride

While realizing the taste, wine day

It is sharp and has excellent turning performance when turning.

Tomita has achieved this goal and has received rave reviews from many quarters.

It's a magic called Kaira Magic.

The front brake has been strengthened to control the 530 horsepower. Uses AP 6-pot calipers, AP brake rotors, and PFC brake pads. This is a highly reliable braking system that responds precisely to the driver's wishes.

[mechanism]

engine body

・Cylinder head/port polishing

・Cylinder block/boring, internal polishing

・Original crankshaft made in UK Fandon

・Special H section connecting rod

・Special forged piston

・Titanium coated piston ring

・Metal head gasket

・High lift camshaft

・Reinforced valve spring, valve guide

・Racing plug

computer unit

・R-z dedicated computer unit

cooling system

・Large capacity water-cooled oil cooler

Water pump for high speed N1

Intake and exhaust system

・All exhaust system

・Large capacity intercooler

・Special turbine

fuel system

Large capacity air flow meter

large capacity injector

・Large capacity fuel pump

drive system

・Twin plate clutch

Reinforcement parts

・Strut tower bar (with master cylinder stopper)

・Reinforced engine mount

・Enhanced mission mount

[Suspension]

Brake system

・AP 6-pot caliper & rotor (F)

・PFC brake pad

suspension

・Bilstein original shock absorber

・Original spring (F)

Original double spring (R)

tires/wheels

・Forged magnesium cut wheel “PRO R” 9.5×19+22

・DUNLOP FORMULA FM901 275/30ZR19

Reinforcement parts

・Stainless mesh brake hose

・Front tension rod (pillow ball)

* [Exterior] and [Interior] are the same specifications as R-s.

Tommykaira R-Z SPECIFICATION

PRICE ¥10,500,000-

PERFORMANCE

Max Output 530ps/7300rpm

Max Torque 54.52kgm/6000rpm

ENGINE

RB26DETT STRAIGHT-6 DOHC Turbo with multi-cup Intercooler

Piston Displacement: 2700cc

Bore x Stroke: 87.0mm x 75.7mm

BODY

Length: 4620mm

Width: 1785mm

Height: 1335mm

Wheelbase: 2665mm

Tread: Front 1496mm

Rear 1496mm

LAYOUT

4 Wheels Drive

Transmission: 6MT

Brakes:(F) 6 Piston Opposed Type Caliper + Ventilated Disc

Brakes:(R) 2 Piston Opposed Type Caliper + Ventilated Disc

Wheels: 9.5JJX 19 (Front&Rear)

Tire: 275/30ZR19 (Front&Rear)

Suspension : Original Shock absorber + Original Coil Spring

Steering: Rack & Pinion < SUPER HICAS >

*Price is vehicle price delivered at Kyoto store, registration fees and consumption tax not included US specifications, data, etc. are subject to change without notice. *Detailed options, equipment, body color, etc. are based on genuine Nissan. Catalog photos may look different from the actual products as they are printed materials. For inquiries and requests..

TOMITA

dream factory

http://www.tommykaira.com

[lasenbyphoenix]

Unshakable Faith (2023)

Episode 11 Breakdown

The police team find a timer delay that caused the short circuit in the hospital, bringing their suspect pool into question.

Dr Bai scolds Nurse Bai for helping with the cut-out note, and that involving herself with spy investigations will only put her in danger again. Officer Hongmei discovers that Nurse Bai is helping with the cut-out note and confiscates it and the magazines. Ji Danyang discovers that Zhou Jun, who had checked out all of the magazines previously, is also the name of an oil painter and shares this information with the police team. The police leader calls in extra help to investigate all of the local art teachers for the past 10 years and plan an art competition to try and lure him out.

The KMT suspect that Dr Bai is "Ghost Owl", a missing operative from the liberation, and want to try and persuade him to work with "Snow Wolf" to sabotage the Water Drop project.

Police Captain Chen tries to get the estranged Ji Danyang and Officer Hongmei to work together, and along with expert He Xiwen they solve the riddle that Zhang A Shui had left them - what has 2 forms, 4 legs and 8 heads? = 井 the chinese character for a well.

The police team find a hidden box in the well at the deceased accomplices house, and using Zhang A Shui's key they find copies of minutes from 5 of the expert's project meetings inside. The team scour the meeting rooms for hidden listening devices but don't find anything, and a check of the attendance lists and find Secretary Lu is a common denominator. Officer Hongmei tests his loyalty by giving him a sealed folder to pass to his boss, but Project Chief Han returns it intact and vouches for him. However he reassigns work to the new staff, leaving Secretary Lu feeling out in the cold.

Nurse Bai is reinstated to the Specialist Medical Unit and now in good spirits is happy to gang up against Ji Danyang when he tries teasing Officer Hongmei, mentioning the rutile bracelet and their sisterly bond. Ji Danyang asks to borrow Officer Hongmei's bracelet for testing, as rutile is used for extracting titanium oxide and the Project Chief is excited about the find.

Dr Bai is visited by a herb seller who delivers him another secret letter, this one he reads, and meets the truck driver Lai Guangrun who tries recruiting him to work together, going so far as to threaten Nurse Bai if he doesn't help in some way.

.................................................

The police team leaders are livid about the reveal of the meeting minutes being leaked, and rightly so.

Secretary Lu is coming across more like a sad puppy now, and I don't know if it's endearing me to him or not.

It's now confirmed that the truck driver Lai Guangrun is KMT, and probably "Lizard", and that Dr Bai was "Ghost Owl" even though he's given up the cause for a simpler life, but it looks like the old life is going to drag him back in.

Ok thats the third time our math man has been called an Expert in Seduction, so I've turned on bilingual subtitles to find out what they're actually saying - and look!

Expert in Accounting/Expert in Seduction are the same fucking characters. 计专家 jìzhuānjiā which pleco tells me is stratagem expert and google translate says is planning expert. So where does the seduction come in huh?????

I think the AI is biased towards Nurse Bai because she's the only one calling him that.

[allylikethecat]

hi queen ally i love soft contemporary gatty and infection verse! feeling it especially in the last week since my ear is still blocked as a consequence of the tour flu (?)

for talk shop tuesday, would you share some headcanons about fictional!george in this universe 🥹

Hello There Kind Anon!

I hope you start feeling better soon! I'm so sorry to hear that your ear is still blocked / painful 😭 I wish I knew how to help! Ear pain / issues are something else in terms of absolute misery and I am so sorry that you're still going through it. HOWEVER, I am so happy that you enjoyed the final chapter of The Christmas Fic! I'm very happy to have finally finished it, better late than never I guess, even though I am also very sad since I love that version of Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George so much - I'm going to miss them :(

In terms of Talk Shop Tuesday (!!! thank you for indulging me in this one I am determined to make it a thing!) hmm head canons for Fictional!George in this one:

When given the option of picking where they are going to eat, Fictional!George will always pick a Thai restaurant (idk if anyone noticed but that's where they were planning on going the day Ava was born in the A&E Fic, and that's also where they had the conversation about going to Belgium for Christmas in The Christmas Fic)

Fictional!George is also the on that drives them everywhere - Fictional!Matty is NOT a good driver and it's just better for everyone if he drives

Fictional!George moved into Fictional!Matty's house when they got back together, because Fictional!Matty was always the one hung up on where they lived, he just wanted to be where ever Fictional!Matty was

During the ~post bad times~ ~anger times~ where there was a lot of fighting and tension between Fictional!George and Fictional!Matty, Fictional!George was really trying to work through a lot of his own feelings and his own guilt regarding the whole ~situation~ he wasn't necessarily *mad* at Fictional!Matty nor did he *hate* him like Fictional!Matty thought, but rather he was frustrated with himself and the situation

Fictional!George has had the ring hidden in the back of his underwear drawer since 2013 - the two intertwining strands of black titanium where supposed to represent both him and Fictional!Matty, together forever. He chose black titanium and black diamonds because during that time period IRL Matty, so by default Fictional!Matty described their personal style as "black and expensive"

Fictional!George ends up putting a *lot* of pressure on Christmas moving forward, wanting to make the holidays special for Fictional!Matty after the mess that was this year, and also wants to make sure little Ava always has THE BEST Christmas and knows how much she is loved due to the trauma from his own relationship with his family. Fictional!Matty lets him do his thing but really he and Ava are just happy to spend time with their little family all together

Sorry for just going absolutely wild with the head canons there lol I got excited! Thank you so much for reading, and taking the time to send this ask! Also thank you so much for your patience, I am so sorry again that it has taken me until APRIL to finish a CHRISTMAS FIC. I hope you had a wonderful Tuesday and that you have the best week!

❤️Ally

[boxboxblog]

How Do F1 Cars Work?: Chassis and Aero

Alrighty so switching over from history towards the more engineering side of F1, I thought I would give an overview of the different parts on the car and how it all works together. As we all know, a Formula 1 car is a highly complex piece of machinery. I'm going to break each section down, explain what it is, and how it runs

Chassis

The chassis is the body structure of the car. Essentially, the frame that all other parts are attached too. It is usually made of carbon fiber and incredibly durable, both for safety and because it needs to take a lot of pressure and stay together. There are multiple different parts of the chassis and I will explain them. The monocoque is the part of the chassis where the driver sits. It protects the driver in case of a crash, and is sort of like a big shell around them. It also is where the fuel tank is held and a variety of electronics that send information back to the pit wall. Another part, specifically for safety, is the crash structures. These are at the front, rear, and sides of the car and are there to absorb the impact in the incident of a crash. The biggest thing to know is that the chassis is the body and base for everything else in the car.

2. Safety Structures

Kind of peeling off the tail end of that passage about the chassis, the safety structures are very important in F1. The monocoque and crash structures are some of these, with the monocoque often called 'the survival cell'. It is made to be indestructible and also houses the fire suppression system.

The head rest is a part of the car that isn't given much thought, but is designed to help drivers deal with the g-force they experience while driving and crashing. Going along with this is the Head and Neck Support (HANS) device, which limits the movement of the neck and head during a crash. The device tethers to the driver's helmet and anchors it onto the collar of carbon fibre that prevents the head from moving and the neck from hyperextending.

Another lesser known safety structure is the Accident Data Recorder (ADR) designed to help the FIA better understand the effect crashes can have. This is paired with a few other data gathering elements, including one in the drivers ear, and helps the FIA decide what safety measures need improving.

Perhaps the most famous is the halo, a titanium curve that goes over the drivers head. The halo protects the drivers head from large pieces of flying debris as well as if cars launch on top of one another, or a car takes a direct hit into a safety vehicle. this was controversial, but has proven to save many lives and has almost no detractors nowadays.

3. Aerodynamics

Aerodynamics are some of the most important parts of the car. It helps the car cut through the air, and also generates downforce. Downforce, for those of you who don't know, is the vertical force of air that is created when moving forward. It pulls the car more into the road, and can help a car get more grip, stability, and helps them go faster around corners. The downside to too much downforce is that it can lead a car to be very slow on the straights, so the key is to find a balance between strong and weak in order to capitalize on the benefits of downforce. Different parts of the car effect how aerodynamic it can be, so I will just tell the major ones.

The first, and most obvious, is the front wing . This is the part of the F1 car that to me looks like a massive mustache on the front, so its rather easy to identify. This part helps specifically with steering and balancing the overall aerodynamic set up. Most front wings are curved and vented. They have a variety of sections, different flaps, vanes, and such all in order to generate the most downforce and reduce drag. This is the part of the car that tends to receive the most changes and updates, as it is rather easy to replace.

Another part is the rear wing. I always kind of think it looks like the car is wearing a backward hat. The rear wing creates downforce for the back of the car and also helps improve traction. Its both captures air coming off the car and sends it upward (which helps with general aerodynamics) and the upside down design creates lift pointed at the ground, creating more downforce. The rear wing is also where DRS (Drag Reduction System) is housed. Most know what this is, but simply its a flap on the rear wing that opens and closes in order to reduce drag.

There is also the diffuser, located at the rear underbody. The diffuser accelerates air exiting the underside of the car an din the process creates a low-pressure zone. This, of course, increases downforce.

Sidepods are another part of he aerodynamic system. They are placed on the sides of the car, and help direct airflow around things like the tires. Most modern sidepods don't directly create this, but instead aid a variety of other components to create down force and cool air. Just know that when a team is discussing cooling the cars or its tires, they are most likely using sidepods.

The new guy on the block, since 2022, is the floor and ground effects. These effects are part of, obviously, the floor of the car and create a suction effect without the negatives of any drag. This is achieved through a series of tunnels and channels in the floor that manipulates the airflow under the car and creates a pressure difference between the top and bottom of the car. So, suction.

Alrighty, next post will be on power units, transmission, and suspension.

Cheers,

-B