Here is thing I learned when I was 29, which I now give away for free:
If you want to do a thing, do it now, or as soon as feasible. Because
there might not be a later.
If it is a complicated or expensive or hard
thing that takes many stages or has a steep learning curve, start working on the
parts you can work on while you can work on them, then move on to the next
thing. Accept that there will be a lot of failures along the way, and that you
can come back from nearly any mistake that doesn’t involve making a left turn in
front of an oncoming semi. Concentrate on yourself and what you can do, and
don’t rely on other people to fix things for you, even though you might love
them or they you. (This doesn’t mean you can’t love friends or family or
partners. Friends and family and partners, in the long run, are the thing other
than Useful Work and Adventures that make life worthwhile. Well, all that, and a
really nice coffee and tea kit in the kitchen and the skill to use it.
But that last thing isn’t terribly expensive unless you make it be.)
to succeed at a thing–a job, a relationship–in the long term, the thing is:
You Must Commit, even though commitment is scary. And commitment is scary
because once you’re in you’re in. It’s not bobbing around close to the
shore, paddling with your feet. It’s both feet and swimming as hard as you can
out where the rip currents and the sharks are, where the water turns blue.
You can’t hold back because you’re afraid of getting hurt: you have to
accept that you are going to get hurt, and put your hand in the fire of your own
It’s like climbing. You can make sure you’ve got good ropes
and a belayer you trust (you SHOULD make sure you have good ropes and a belayer
you trust!), but there’s moves you can’t make unless you’re willing to risk
falling. I’m not saying follow your bliss off a cliff, in other words: part of
being prepared and committed is having the right kit, whether it’s money in the
bank for the lean times when starting off as a freelancer, or a partner who
supports your work, or being young enough that starving in a cold room for a few
years with pneumonia is romantic (I have the T-shirt!).
That’s why it’s
scary. It’s scary because you are taking an actual chance.
things don’t work out the way you want them to if you just kind of drift along
seeing what will happen. Nice things might happen! …but they didn’t, for
Basically, what I figured out was that I had to be a protagonist if I
wanted anything to happen, and part of being a protagonist was accepting that I
might fail. And then have to deal with that failure. And that if I didn’t do it
I would more or less inevitably fail, but I could pretend to myself that it
wasn’t because I wasn’t good enough and that I didn’t know why.
success, in other words, meant letting go of a layer of ego defense.
realization directly led to me having the career I always wanted, and doing
pretty well at it.
It also led to me having the best relationship of my
life. I wish I’d learned it when I was sixteen, rather than twenty-nine, but I
had some things I had to work through first.
So that thing you want to do? Assuming it’s not illegal or immediately fatal? Do it now.
Author’s Note: FINALLY! Thank you for being patient. To the two cupcakes who requested a sequel to The Mistress and to the cupcake who requested a blow job fic, I hope you enjoy!
You’d woken up to the smell of coffee and the faint sunlight
peeking through the curtains. You rolled over in bed, tangling yourself in the
soft, silk sheets, and looked at the time. He had 08:00 meeting that morning
and by the distant sound of his voice, you could tell he was already tired. You
knew it wasn’t easy being a CEO and, now that you were dating one, you realized
just how much he gave himself to his company.
You groggily got up and made your way to the bathroom. Pushing
your hair out of your way to wash your face and brush your teeth, you tried to
make yourself look fresh faced. You slipped into his shirt from the night
before and followed the sound of his voice to the living room.
He was sitting hunched over his laptop, his glasses sitting
dangerously close to the edge of his nose as he glossed over the multitudes of
papers on the table. The voices on the telecom were talking over each other,
crunching numbers and organizing deadlines, in what seemed like an overwhelming
chaos. Nonetheless, your boyfriend calmly listened, writing notes here and
there and interjecting his comments intermittently.
His looked up at you and smiled. You smiled back and,
careful to be quiet, walked over to kiss him on the lips.
“Good morning.” You mouthed silently to him.
“Morning” he mouthed back.
You took the empty coffee cup from the table and went into
the kitchen. You knew he drank his coffee black, but you couldn’t quite get
over the bitterness and opened the refrigerator for some milk. You stopped, staring
down at the little bottle of hazelnut coffee creamer in the shelf. You mentioned how much you liked that
particular creamer once days ago and here it was. Even though you’d only been
officially dating for a few weeks, he’d already ensured that you had everything
you needed when you were over from a toothbrush to feminine hygiene products
and now your favorite coffee creamer.
You stopped smiling like an idiot and closed the refrigerator, but it
reappeared as you poured the coffees and went back to the living room.
He saw you coming with the reinforcements and patted his lap
welcomingly. You blushed, placing his mug on the table before seating yourself on
“You’re the best. I love you.” He said quietly. You were
rewarded with a quiet kiss on your shoulder before he regained his
professionalism and carried on with his work call.
Despite the fact that you’d been fucking for over a year,
these past few weeks felt brand new. You’d exchange shy looks over dinner as if
you hadn’t already seen his cum face millions of times before. Simple,
lingering touches or cuddles still seemed awkward at first regardless of how
many evenings you’d spent bouncing on his dick or sitting on his face. Even
quick “I gotta go or I’ll be late” kisses still made your stomach flip. It was
all very strange, but you were enjoying it.
You reached over, pulling his face towards yours and kissed
him affectionately. His flustered smile made your heart swell. You motioned for
him to go back to his call while you busied yourself with checking your own
schedule on your phone. He hadn’t been sitting for five minutes before you felt
the familiar bulge beneath you. You turned to your boyfriend, who had a cheeky
smile on his face, and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“I can’t help it.
You’re just so sexy.” He whispered back, his deep voice making goose bumps
raise over your skin. He shifted under you, adjusting you between his legs with
a groan. “Baby…” he said in a voice you knew all too well.
“Remember that you’re on a work call.” You murmured as a
heat began to ignite in your lower belly. “You should be paying attention.”
“We’re wrapping up anyway.” He said, trailing kisses up your
shoulder to the weak spot on your neck. You moaned softly and felt him smile
against your skin. He spoke in Korean towards his phone to which another voice
answered back. Switching back to English, he turned to you.
“Show Daddy what that pretty mouth can do, hmm?” He knew
what to say to you to make you weak. You knew you should leave him alone and let
him work. You hesitated, wanting him to maintain his professionalism rather
than succumb to his own neediness. The erection pressed against you warned that
it was probably too late for that.
“And when you’re whining and moaning my name?” you asked as
you stood up from him lap, turning towards him and kneeling down between his
legs. “What would your executives think of their CEO then?” you inquired as you
pulled the shirt over your head, leaving you in just your panties. He didn’t
answer, but the way the thin material of his pajama pants were tenting gave him
away. His tongue glided over his lips cautiously as you pulled the edge of his bottoms
down and took him in your hand. You kissed the head of his cock lightly,
teasing him with feather light touches. You lazily licked at the shaft of his
cock, focusing on coating him with your saliva rather than getting him off. You
looked up at him, enjoying the strained look on his face. To your surprise, he
was maintaining his professionalism quite well. You intended to change that. You
pushed his knees further apart, raking your nails along his inner thighs. He sucked
in a breath of air, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. You gripped his dick and spit on it, using the
flick of your wrist to erase any friction as you began to pump him.
“F-f-f-fuck.” He groaned quietly, sliding forward in the
“I haven’t even done anything yet baby.” You teased, placing
a kiss to his inner thigh. You playfully bit down on the place you’d just
kissed, producing a surprised, throaty moan.
“Mmm, don’t do that sweetheart.” He warned, although it
carried almost no threat judging by the way his eyes were glazing over.
“But I like the way it makes your cock twitch in my hand.” You
said provocatively. His hand came down to caress your jawline as an airy smile
played on his lips.
“I’ll cum too quick if you keep doing that.” he said.
You smirked and slowly took the head of his cock in your
mouth. Swirling your tongue over his slit while gently sucking on the tip of
him, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Even at such an erotic moment,
you wanted to make him feel good. You wanted to show him how much you cared
about him. You began doing what you knew he liked, pleasuring him as best you
could. His breathing turned ragged as he tried to keep quiet.
His booming voice, loud and clear, startled you. He said a
few things into his phone while slamming his laptop closed. You’d already
forgotten that he was on a conference call, the sound of his executives had
become background noise long ago. He said a few more hurried words then pressed
the end call button on his phone repeatedly before tossing it across the room and
onto the sofa. You would have giggled if not for the lustful, almost carnal,
look in his eyes. He reached down for you, grabbing you by the sides of your
face and kissed you intensely. You moaned into the kiss as his fingers moved
down, gently squeezing around your throat. Just as quickly, he pulled away from
you, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip. You let out a small whimper at the
loss of contact.
“Baby.” He said breathily. You looked up at him through your
eyelashes. He looked gorgeous with his blown pupils and swollen lips. “Take your
panties off.” He groaned, “I want you to play with that pussy while you suck my
cock.” His words had you soaking through your panties almost instantly. You
obeyed, stopping long enough to step out of your panties and kick them aside
before squatting back down. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock
again, bobbing your head up and down in a steady rhythm. With newfound fervor,
you pleasured him with your mouth while taking your free hand and gingerly
touching yourself. You were surprisingly sensitive. Turning him on turned you
on. You slowly circled your clit, moaned around his dick at the feeling. He
moved his hand to your hair, gathering it up into a pony tail.
“You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He moaned. You relaxed your jaw,
taking as much of him as you could. You could feel his hips jerking and knew he
was close. You bobbed your head in time with his thrusts, moaning and drooling
down his cock until his hips stilled and ropes of hot cum coated your throat.
You swallowed around him, causing him to shriek out in pleasure and pain. You
leaned back, still dazed, and admired how fucked out he looked.
“Come here.” He said. You stood up and leaned into him,
bringing your lips to his hungrily. He kissed your back, tasting himself on
your lips. His hands snaked around your thighs, his hands cupping your ass and
hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively while kissing
along his jawline and nipping at his neck. He plopped you down on the table (on
top of all his paperwork). He kissed your lips, trailed down to your décolleté,
sucking lightly on the skin above your collarbone and down to your breast.
Wrapping one of your peaked nipples in his mouth and pinching the other, you
threw your head back at the sharp but pleasant feeling. He switched, giving
each nipple equal parts of pleasure and pain.
“Babe…” you moaned, trying to urge him to go lower.
“Lean back baby.” He pressed gently. You lay back on the
table. “I want your legs up.” He said, pushing your legs up towards your face.
You grabbed your calves and held your legs in place for him. “That’s it, baby
girl. Just like that.” You moaned at the feeling of his soft lips on your thighs.
He bit down, almost exactly where you’d bitten him earlier, and playfully
sucked on the soft skin while he massaged your opposite thigh. As good as this felt,
you needed him in another place.
“Baby…” you squirmed. He smiled darkly as he seated
himself between your legs.
“You’re so wet for me.” he groaned. He carefully outlined
your pussy. His faint touches made you squirm, tickling and tantalizing all at
once. He smirked, fully aware of the affect he had, and continued to tease you
for what seemed like hours.
“You are so rude!” you yelled out in frustration. He giggled
childishly, his face shinning with mischievous joy.
“You like when I play with your pretty pussy, don’t you?” he
asked as he began to rub circles into your clit with the pad of his thumb, making
you jerk in pleasure. All of his teasing had made your clit hypersensitive.
“Yes, but please…” you urged, trying to relieve some of
the pressure building. The more you moved towards him, eager to feel him, the
more he pulled away.
“Please what? Tell Daddy what you want.” He teased,
punishing you by firmly spanking your clit, sending satisfying shocks up your
body. You yelped out, arching your back towards him.
“Fuck me, please.” You moaned out in frustration.
“Hmmm, no…not yet.” He said, “I want you to cum on my
tongue first.” You almost screamed when his warm tongue finally brushed over
your clit. He circled over your clit before running his tongue up and down your
pussy and stopping at your clit again. “You taste so good, so sweet.” He praised,
lapping noisily at the arousal pooling at your entrance. You were weak for his
praise. You moaned loudly with each trace of his tongue, each lick, each bite.
You weren’t going to last very long, every touch bringing you closer and closer
to your climax. He flattened his tongue on your clit and shook his head
quickly, making your whole body contract.
“Spread your legs.” He said looking up at you, his tone
gentle yet firm. You weakly complied, if only enough to keep from suffocating
him. He returned to his work, his tongue gliding across your pussy with ease. He
didn’t let up, applying the perfect amount of pressure and sloppily making out
with your clit. You reached out for his shoulders as your moans turned into
“Don’t stop! You’re gonna make me cum!” you warned. He gripped
your thighs tightly as he brought you crashing into a mind blowing orgasm. He
guided you through a second orgasm, his tongue never leaving your clit until
you couldn’t handle it anymore.
He sat back in the chair and licked his lips. You looked
over at him, his mouth slick with your juices. He winked at you as he wiped his
mouth with the back on his hand.
“That was so fucking sexy, baby.” He said. He stood up and
pushed the chair out of his way. Grabbing your legs, he pulled you to the edge
of the table. You watched as he pumped himself in his hand before positioning
himself between your legs. You bit your lip in anticipation, but instead of
fucking you senseless he began tracing the tip of his cock against your labia
with a look of concentration.
“Don’t fucking tease me, please!” you mewled. He groaned
deeply, the guttural sound making you wetter (if that was at all possible).
“Really baby?” He taunted as he wiggled his cock against
your clit. “After all those times you would tie me up and leave me begging for
you to touch me? Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little overstimulation.” Any
other time, you would have wiped that smug look off his pretty face, but right
now he deserved to gloat. Your pussy was throbbing so hard you thought you’d
cum a third time if the wind blew on it.
“Please baby, please just fuck m – OH FUCK” you moaned out
in unison as he entered you, the mixture of your slickness and his pre cum
allowing him to fill you effortlessly. His grip on your thighs would no doubt
leave a bruise, but neither of you cared at the moment. He pulled out
completely before slamming back into you, the loud sound of skin on skin and
your mutual moans filling the room. He fucked you in earnest, giving you
everything he had left in him. You held onto whatever your hands could reach,
your eyes rolling in the back of your head in pleasure as his thrusts became
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He huffed in between ragged breaths.
You nodded, words escaping you in favor of moans. “Rub your clit for me, baby.”
He said huskily, sweat beginning to pour down his face and onto your stomach.
“B-but, it’s too
sensitive.” You squealed. Hearing you disobey, he looked at you with a frown
and reached up and grabbed your cheeks gently, tilting your head back.
“Right now.” He ordered, placing a kiss on your lips.
Despite the gentleness in his voice, there was a dark dominance behind it that
you didn’t dare disobey. You did as you were told, moaning as your body jerked
at the sensation. Your orgasm hit you by surprise, making your body convulse in
ecstasy. His (whiny) orgasm was seconds
later, your contracting walls milking his orgasm out of him.
He collapsed on top of you, his sweaty body weight
comforting you in the aftermath. While you both regained your breaths, he began
peppering your face with kisses, stopping frequently to savor the taste of your
lips while his fingers gently rubbed soothing circles into your hips. All of
his dominance was now replaced with sweetness and gentleness. You held onto him
tightly, feeling a fresh wave of affection for him. You could feel his heart
beat pounding in his chest. It was calming.
“I love you” he said. You kissed him again, smiling up at
him when he pulled away for air.
“Alright, here we go,” Derek said softly, maneuvering Stiles’ coltish limbs to get him seated on the bed without toppling both of them over in an inebriated heap. Stiles made an indignant noise at the man-handling, and Derek bit back a smile. Occasionally he regretted not being able to get drunk himself, but it was amusing enough to see his friends in this state. He knelt and started loosening the laces of Stiles’ shoes, murmuring, “let’s take these off.”
Once his charge was in sock feet, Derek got him standing again, manfully ignoring how handsy Stiles he was being. As usual. Was it a lack of inhibitions or lack of balance that made the difference? He could never tell.
“C’mon, let’s get you into some sweats,” he encouraged, hoping Stiles was at least sober enough to change his own pants.
The running commentary was as much for his benefit as Stiles’. It played into that familiar, worn persona: Derek the responsible older friend, bringing Drunky McDrunkface home safe and tucking him in because the kid didn’t know how to hold his liquor. Youths!
That was who he was supposed to be, anyways. God knows they weren’t anything else to each other. The big brother role didn’t quite fit now, if it ever had, but framing things that way still seemed infinitely preferable to coming at this situation - alone with Stiles in his dimly-lit room, helping him out of his stiff jeans and into soft sleep clothes - without any emotional barriers in place.
Stiles snorted back a giggle, tripping over his own feet a little as he slung an arm around Derek’s shoulder, grabbing at his wrist with the other hand for balance. “Derek.”
“What?” Stiles had moved to clutching his bicep, now, face bobbing close enough that Derek could smell the crisp gin on his breath. It was gross, he reminded himself. He resented Scott for sending him home to deal with Stiles while he and Kira stayed out celebrating their new degrees. He did.
“Derek, I…” Stiles broke off in a laugh again. “I…”
You… what? Derek wondered, but he suppressed his curiosity with gritted teeth. As if Stiles’ teasing wasn’t irritating enough sober. At least then it was usually comprehensible. “If you can’t spit it out now, just tell me tomorrow when you’re sober.”
Stiles squinted at him, a surprisingly steady and weighing look. “Okay,” he said finally.
“Okay,” Derek echoed, glancing back at the bed. “Well, let’s…”
The kiss took him entirely by surprise, enough that his knees bumped the edge of the bed and buckled.
McQueen: OK… Here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed.
McQueen: One winner. 42 losers. I eat losers for breakfast.
McQueen: Breakfast. Wait, maybe I should have had breakfast. A little breck-y could be good for me. No,no,no, stay focused. Speed.
McQueen: I’m faster than fast. Quicker than quick. I am Lightning!
Mack: (knock-knock)Hey Lightning, are you ready?
McQueen: Oh, yeah. Lightning's ready.
Seller: Get your antenna here!
Fans: You got that right, Slick.
Bob Cutlass: Welcome back to the Dinoco 400. I’m Bob Cutlass, here with my good friend, Darrel Cartrip. We’re midway through what may turn out to be a historic day for racing.
Darrel Cartrip: Bob, my oil pressure’s through the roof right now. If this gets more exciting, they’re gonna have to tow me outta the booth!
Bob Cutlass: Right you are, Darrell. Three cars are tied for the season points lead, heading into the final race of the season. And the winner of this race Darrell, will win the season title and, the Piston Cup. Does The King, Strip Weathers, have one more victory in him before retirement?
Darrell: He’s been Dinoco’s golden boy for years! Can he win them one last Piston Cup?
Bob: And, as always, in the second place spot we find Chick Hicks. He’s been chasing that tailfin his entire career.
Darrell: Chick thought this was his year, Bob. His chance to finally emerge from The King’s shadow. But the last thing he expected was…Lightning McQueen!
Bob: You know, I don’t think anybody expected this. The rookie sensation come into the season unknown. But everyone knows him now.
Darrell: Will he be the first rookie to win a Piston Cup and land Dinoco?
Bob: The legend, the runner up, and the rookie! Three cars, one champion!
Chick: No you don’t.
Fans: Oohh. What a ride!
Fans: Go get'em, McQueen! Go get'em!
Fans: We love you, Lightning!
Chick: Dinoco is all mine.
Race car: Ahhhh!
Darrell: Trouble, turn three!
Chick: Haha. Get through that, Mcqueen.
Bob: Ouw.. A huge crash behind the leaders!
Bob: Wait a second, Darrell. McQueen is in the wreckage.
Darrell: There’s no way the rookie can make it through! Not in one piece that is.
Mia & Tia: Lightning, ahhh.
Darrell: Look at that, McQueen made it through!
Bob: Man, a spectacular move by Lightning McQueen.
McQueen: Yeah! Ka-chow!
Fans: McQueen (7X)
Fan: Yeah McQueen! Ka-chow!
Bob: While everyone else heads into the pits, McQueen stays out to take the lead!
Broken car: Don’t take me out coach. I can still race!
Chick: Haha. What do you think boys? A thing of beauty.
Chick’s coach: McQueen made it through!
Chick’s coach: He’s not pitting!
Chick: Come on! Get me out there! Let’s go! Get me back out there! Come on!
Bob: McQueen’s not going into the pits!
Darrell: You know the rookie just fired his crew chief. That’s the third one this season!
Bob: Well he says he likes working alone Darrell.
Chick’s coach: Go, go, go!
Bob: Looks like Chick got caught up in the pits.
Darrell: Yeah, after a stop like that, he’s got a lot of ground to make up.Get ready boys, we’re coming to the restart!
Chick: Come on, come on, come on!
McQueen’s crew: We need tires now! Come on, let’s go!
McQueen: No,no,no,no! No tires, just gas!
McQueen’s crew: What! You need tires, you idiot!
Darrell: Looks like it’s all gas-and-go’s for McQueen today.
Bob: That’s right. No tires again.
Darrell: Normally I said a short-term gain, long-term loss, but it’s sure is workin’ for him. He obviously knows somethin’ we don’t know.
Bob: This is it Darrell, one lap to go and Lightning McQueen has a huge lead.
Darrell: All he’s got it in the bag. Call in the dogs and put out the fire! We’re gonna crown us a new champion!
McQueen: Checkered flag, here I come!
Darrell: Oh, no! McQueen has blown a tire!
Bob: And with only one turn to go! Can he make it?
McQueen’s crew: You fool!
The King’s Coach: McQueen’s blown a tire!, McQueen’s blown a tire! Go,go,go!
Darrell: He lost another tire! The King and Chick are coming up fast!
Bob: They’re entering turn three!
McQueen: Come on.
Darrell: I don’t belive what I’m watching, Bob!
Darrell: Lightning McQueen is hundred feet from his Piston Cup!
Bob: The King and Chick rounding turn four.
Darrell: Down the stretch they come! And it’s, and it’s…
Bob: It’s too close to call! Too close to call!
Darrell: I don’t belive it! (2X)
Mia & Tia: Lightning!
Bob: The most spectacular, amazing unequivocally, unbelievable ending in the history of the world! And we don’t even know who won!
Darrell: Look at that!
Security: Hey, no cameras! Get outta here!
Kori Turbowitz: We’re here in Victory Lane, awaiting the race results. McQueen that was quite a risky move, not taking tires.
McQueen crew: Tell me about it.
Kori Turbowitz: Are you sorry you don’t have a crew chief out there?
McQueen’s Crew: Hah!
McQueen: Oh Kori. There’s a lot more to racing than just winning. I mean, taking the race by a full lap… Where’s the entertainment in that? No no no… I wanted to give folks a little sizzle.
McQueen’s crew: Sizzle?
McQueen: Am I sorry I don’t have a crew chief? No, I’m not. Cause I’m a one-man show.
McQueen crew: Whats? Oh, yeah right.
Kori Turbowitz: That was a very confident Lightning McQueen. Coming to you live from Victory Lane, I’m Kori Turbowitz.
Cameramen: Hey, get out of the shot!
McQueen: Yo, Chuck, what are you doing? You’re blocking the camera. Everyone wants to see the bolt.
McQuenn crew: What?
McQueen: Now, back away.
McQueen’s crew: Ahh! That’s it. Come on guys.
McQueen: Whoa, team! Where are going?
McQueen’s crew: We quit, Mr. One-Man Show!
McQueen: Oh, OK, leave. Fine. Hahaha. How will I ever find anyone else who knows how to fill me up with gas? Adios Chuck!
McQueen’s crew: And my name is not Chuck!
McQueen: Oh, whatever.
Chuck: Hey, Lightning! Yo! McQueen! Seriously, that was some pretty darn nice racin’ out there. By me! Hahaha!
Chick’s crew: Zinger
Chick: Welcome to the Chick era, baby! The Piston Cup… It’s mine dude. It’s mine. Hey fellas, how do you think I’m look in Dinoco blue? Dinoco blue! Hahaha!
McQueen: In your dreams Thunder.
Chick: Yeah, right. Thunder? What’s he talkin’ about, “Thunder”?
McQueen: You know, cause’ thunder always comes after lightning. Pew, Kaka-phow!
Chick: Who here knew about the thunder thing?
Chick’s crew: I didn’t.
Cameramen: Give us the bolt!
Cameramen: That’s right.
Cameramen: Right in the lens.
Cameramen: Show me the bolt, baby!
Cameramen: Smile, McQueen!
Cameramen: Show me the bolt, McQueen!
Cameramen: That’s it!
Tex: Ohh we, that was one close finish. You sure made Dinoco proud. Thank you, King.
The King: Well, Tex, you’ve been good to me all these years. It’s the least I could do.
Dear: Whatever happens, you’re winner to me, you old daddy rabbit.
The King: Thanks, dear. We wouldn’t be nothing without you.
Mia: I’m Mia.
Tia: I’m Tia.
Mia & Tia: We’re like your biggest fans! Ka-chow!
McQueen: I love being me.
Security: OK, girls, that’s it.
Mia & Tia: We love you, Lightning!
Some guys far away: We love you more!!
The King: Hey, buddy. You’re one gutsy racer.
McQueen: Oh, hey, Mr. The King.
The King: You got more talent in one lug nut than a lot of cars has got in their whole body.
McQueen: Really? Oh, that…
The King: But you’re stupid.
McQueen: Excuse me?
The King: This ain’t a one-man deal, kid. You need to wise-up and get you self a good crew chief and a good team. And you ain’t gonna win unless you got good folks behind you, and you let them do their job, like they should. Like I tell the boys at the shop…
McQueen: A good team. Yeahhh.
Mia & Tia: Oh, McQueen.
The King: If you figure that out, you just gonna be OK.
McQueen: Oh, yeah, that.. That is spectacular advice. Thank you Mr. The King.
Speaker: Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in Piston Cup history…
McQueen: A rookie has won the Piston Cup. Yes!!
Speaker: We have a three-way tie.
Chick: Oh, ho. Hey, McQueen, that must be really embarrassing. But I wouldn’t be worry about it. Because I didn’t do it! Hahaha!
Speaker: Piston Cup officials have determined that a tiebreaker race between the three leaders will be held in California in one week.
Chick: Well, thank you! Thanks to all of you out there! Thank you! Hey, rook, first one to California gets Dinoco all to himself. Ahh! No, not me! No, you rock, and you know that!
Balloon: Oh, yeah! Woaah!!
McQueen: First one to California gets Dinoco all to himself. Ohh, we’ll see who gets there first, Chick. Huh?
Mack: Hey, kid! Congrats on the tie.
McQueen: I don’t want to talk about it. Come on, let’s go, Mack. Saddle up. What’d you do with my trailer?
Mack: I parked it at your sponsor’s tent.
Mack: You gotta make your personal appearance.
McQueen: No. No! No,no,no,no!
McQueen: Yes, yes, yes! Lightning McQueen here. And I use Rust-eze Medicated Bumper Ointment, new rear end formula! Nothing soothes rusty bumper like Rust-eze.
McQueen: Wow! Look at that shine! Use Rust-eze and you too can look like me! Ka-chow!
Rust-eze Car: Hahaha. I met this car from Swampscott. He was so rusty he didn’t even cast a shadow.
Rust-eze Van: You could see his dirty undercarriage. Hahaha.
McQueen: Uahh! I hate rusty cars. This is not good for my image.
Mack: They did give you your big break. Besides, it’s in your contract.
McQueen: Oh, will you stop please? Just go get hooked up.
Rust-eze Van: Winter is a grand old time.
Rust-eze Car: Of this there are no ifs or buts.
Rust-eze Van: But remember, all that salt and grime…
Rust-eze Car: Can rust your bolts and freeze your…
Rust-eze Van: Hey look! There he is! Our almost champ! Victory ran to your rear end in here, kid.
Fan: Lightning McQueen, you are wicked fast!
Fan: That race was a pisser!
Fan: You were booking McQueen!
McQueen: Give me a little room guys.
Fred: You’re my hero Mr.McQueen.
McQueen: Yes, I know. Fred, Fred, thank you.
Fred: He knows my name. He knows my name!
Rust-eze Van: Looking good, Freddie!
Rust-eze Car: Thanks to you Lightning, we had a banner year!
Rust-eze Van: We might clear enough to buy you some headlights.
Rust-eze Car: Are you saying he doesn’t have headlights?
Rust-eze Van: That’s what I’m telling ya. It’s just stickers!
McQueen: Well, you know, racecars don’t need headlights, because the track is always lit.
Rust-eze Car: Yeah, well,so is my brother, but he still needs headlights.
McQueen: Hahaha! Ha!! Hahaha!!
Rust-eze Car: Ladies and gentlemen, Lightning McQueen!
Fans: Free Bird!
McQueen: You know, the Rust-eze Medicated Bumper Ointment team ran a great race today. And remember, with a little Rust-eze...And an insane amount of luck, you too can look like me. Ka-chow.
Rust-eze Car: Hey, kid.
Rust-eze Van: We love ya. And we’re looking forward to another great year. Just like this year. Hahaha.
McQueen: Not on your life.
Rust-eze Car: Don’t drive like my brother!
Rust-eze Van: Oh Yeah, don’t drive like my brother!
Mack: California, here we come!
McQueen: Dinoco, here we come!
McQueen: I needed this. Hello?
Harv: Is this Lightning McQueen, the world’s fastest racing machine?
McQueen: Is this Harv, the world’s greatest agent?
Harv: And it is such a honor to be your agent and it almost hurts to take ten percent of your winnings and merchandising. And ancillary rights in perpetuity. Anyway, what a race! Hot champ! I didn’t see it, but I heard you were great.
McQueen: Thanks, Harv.
Harv: Listen, they’re giving you 20 tickets for the tiebreaker thing in Cali. I’ll pass ‘em on to your friends. You shoot me the names. You let Harv rock it for you. All right, baby?
McQueen: Right. Friends. Yes, there’s a…
Harv: OK, I get it, Mr.Popular. So many friends you can’t even narrow it down. Hey, when you get to town, you better make time for your best friend! You gotta break bread with your mishpoacheh here!
McQueen: Yeah, yeah, that’d be great! We should totally…
Harv: Ok, I gotta jump, kid. Let me know how it goes. I’m out.
McQueen: What? A minivan? Oh, come on Mack, you’re in the slow lane. This is Lightning McQueen you’re hauling here.
Mack: Just stopping off for a quick breather, kid. Old Mack needs a rest.
McQueen: Absolutely not.
McQueen: We’re driving straight to all night till we get to California. We agreed to it.
Mack: All night? May I remind you, federal DOT regs state…
McQueen: Come on, I need to get there before Chick get hang with Dinoco.
Mack: Ahh, all those sleeping trucks. Hey kid, I don’t know if I can make it.
McQueen: Oh, sure you can, Mack. Look, it’ll be easy. I’ll stay up with you.
Mack: All night?
McQueen: All night long.
Snot Rod: Ah, ahh, achowww!
Boost: Hey, yo, DJ.
DJ: What up?
Boost: We got ourselves a nodder.
Mack: Pretty music.
Boost: Yo, Wingo! Lane change, man.
Wingo: Right back at ya! Hahaha.
Snot Rod: Yeah!
Boost: Oops! I missed.
Snot Rod: You going on vacation?
Tuner team: Hahaha.
Boost: Oh, no, Snot Rod…
Wingo: He’s gonna blow!
Snot Rod: Ahh…ahhh…ahhh…achoowww!!!
Mack: Gesundheit! Hoho. One should never drive while drowsy.
McQueen: Hey,Mack! Mack!
McQueen: Mack,wait for me!
McQueen: Mack! Mack!
McQueen: Mack! Mack…
McQueen:...wait up! Mack.
McQueen: Mack! Mack!
McQueen: What?You're not Mack.
Peterbilt: Mack?I ain’t no Mack!I’m a Peterbilt, for dang sake!
Peterbilt: Turn on your lights, you moron!
McQueen: Mack… The Interstate!
Sheriff: Ahh!. Not in my town, you don’t.
McQueen: Oh, no…Oh, maybe he can help me! He’s shooting at me! Why is he shooting at me!
Sheriff: I haven’t gone this fast in years. I’m gonna blow a gasket or somethin’.
McQueen: Serpentine! Serpentine, serpentine!
Sheriff: What in the blue blazes? Crazy hot rodder.
Filmore: I’m telling you, man, every third blink is slower.
Sarge: The sixties weren’t good for you, were they?
McQueen: What? That’s not the Interstate! Ahh ho, Auw, auw,auw! Ahhhh! No, no, no, no!
Filmore: I’m not the only seeing this, right?
Filmore: Whoa man.
Ramone: Hey, you scratch my paint!
McQueen: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Luigi: My tires!
Filmore: Fly away, Stanley. Be free!
Sheriff: Boy, you’re in a heap of trouble.
Kori Turbowitz: We’re live at the Los Angeles International Speedway as the first competitor, Lightning McQueen, is arriving at the track.
Cameramen: Is it true he’s gonna pose for Cargirl?
Cameramen: Lightning, what’s your strategy? Woahh!
Mack: What? Did I forget to wipe my mud flaps?
News: McQueen’s driver arrived in California, but McQueen was missing.
News: Racecar Lightning McQueen was reported missing.
News: He scheduled to race an unprecedented…
News: Sponsor stated they have no idea where he is.
Junior: I hope Lightning's OK. I sure hate to see anything bad happen to him.
Jay Limo: I don’t know what’s harder to find, Lightning McQueen or a crew chief who’ll work for him!
Hummer: Lightning McQueen must be found at all costs!
News: They’re all asking the same question: Where is McQueen?
McQueen: Oh, boy. Where am I?
Mater: Mornin’, sleepin’ beauty!
Mater: Hahaha! Boy, I was wonderin’ when you was gonna wake up.
McQueen: Take whatever you want! Just don’t hurt me! a parking boot? Why do I have a parking boot on? What’s going on here? Please!
Mater: You’re funny. I like you already. My name’s Mater.
Mater: Yeah, like “tuh-mater”, but without the “tuh”. What’s your name?
McQueen: You don’t know my name?
Mater: Uhh, no, I know your name. Is your name Mater too?
McQueen: What? Look, I need to get to California as fast as possible. Where am I?
Mater: Where are you? Shoot! You’re in Radiator Springs. The cutest little town in Carburetor County.
McQueen: Oh, great. Just great!
Mater: Well, if you think that’s great, you should see the rest of the town.
McQueen: You know, I’d love to see the rest of the town! So if you could just open the gate, take this boot off, you and me, we go cruisin’, check out the local scene…
McQueen: How’d that be, Tuh-Mater?
Sheriff: Mater! What did I tell you about talkin’ to the accused?
Mater: To not to.
Sheriff: Well, quit yer yappin’ and tow this delinquent road hazard to traffic court.
Mater: Well, we’ll talk later, Mater. Haha. “Later, Mater.” That’s funny!
Sheriff: The Radiator Springs Traffic Court will come to order!
Ramone: Hey, you scratched my paint! I ought take a blowtorch to you, man!
Luigi: You broke-a the road! You a very bad car!
Fillmore: Fascist! Commie!
McQueen: Officer, talk to me, babe. How long is this gonna take? I gotta get to California, pronto.
Sheriff: Where’s your lawyer?
McQueen: Tuh, I don’t know. Tahiti maybe. He’s got a timeshare there.
Sheriff: When a defendant has no lawyer, the court will assign one to him. Hey! Anyone want to be his lawyer?
Mater: Shoot, I’ll do it, Sheriff!
Sheriff: All rise! The Honorable Doc Hudson presiding.
Sheriff: May Doc have mercy on your soul.
Doc Hudson: All right, I wanna know who’s responsible for wreckin’ my town, Sheriff. I wanna his hood on a platter! I’m gonna put him in jail till he rots! No, check that. I’m gonna put him in jail till the jail rots on top of him, and then I’m gonna move him to a new jail and let that jail rot. I’m… Throw him out of here, Sheriff. I want him out of my courtroom. I want him out of our town! Case dismissed.
Mater: Boy, I’m purty good at this lawyerin’ stuff.
Sally: Sorry I’m late, Your Honor!
McQueen: Holy Porsche! She’s gotta be from my attorney’s office. Hey, thanks for comin’, we’re all set. He’s letting me go.
Sally: He’s letting you go?
McQueen: Yeah, your job’s pretty easy today. All you have to do now is stand there and let me look at you. Listen, I’m gonna cut to the chase. Me, you, dinner. Ka-chow!
Sally: What the…? Auww! Please!
McQueen: I know, I get that reaction a lot. I create feelings in others that they themselves don’t understand.
Sally: Ohhh, auww!
McQueen: Oh, I’m sorry. Did I scare you?
Mater: Well, a little bit, but I’ll be alright.
Sally: OK. I’m gonna go talk to the judge.
McQueen: Do what you gotta do, baby. Oh, but listen. Be careful. Folks around here are not firing on all cylinders, if you know what I mean.
Mater: Ka-ching! Auww!
Sally: I’ll keep that in mind. Hey there, Mater.
Mater: Howdy, Sally.
Sally: Hi, folks!
Folks: Good morning! Sally.
McQueen: You know her?
Mater: She’s the town attorney and my fiancee.
Mater: Nah, I’m just kiddin’. She just like me for my body.
Sally: Doc, you look great this morning. Did you do something different with your side view mirrors?
Doc: What do you want, Sally?
Sally: Ah, come on, make this guy fix the road. The town needs this.
Doc: No. I know his type. Racecar. That’s the last thing this town needs.
Sally: OK, I didn’t want to have to do this, Doc, but you leave me no choice. Fellow citizens, you’re all aware of our town’s proud history.
Doc: Here she goes again.
Sally: Radiator Springs, the glorious jewel strung on the necklage of Route 66, the mother road! It is our job and our pleasure to take care of the travelers on our stretch of that road.
Sarge: Travelers? What travelers?
Filmore: Ignore him.
Sally: But how, I ask you, are we to care for those travelers if there is no road for them to drive on? Luigi, what do you have at your store?
Sally: And if no one can get to you?
Luigi: I won’t sell any…tires. I will lose everything! Ohho.
Sally: Flo, what do you have at your store?
Flo: I have gas. Lotsa gas!
Sally: OK boys, stay with me. And, and, Flo, what’ll happen if no one can come to your station to buy gas?
Flo: I’ll go outta business and… we’ll have to leave town.
Sally: And what’s gonna happen to all of us if Flo leaves town and closes her station?
Folks: Without gas, we’re done for!
Sally: So, don’t you think the car responsible should fix our road?
Lizzie: The only guy strong enough to fix that road is Big Al!
Ramone: Lizzie, the guy left, like, 15 years ago.
Lizzie: Then why are you bringing him up, you lemon?
Sally: Oh, he can do it. He’s got the horsepower. So, what do you want him to do?
Folks: Fix the road!
Sally: Because we are a town worth fixing!
Doc: Order in the court! Seems like my mind has been changed for me.
Filmore: Nice rulin’.
McQueen: Ohh, I am so not take you to dinner.
Sally: That’s OK, Stickers. You can take Bessie.
Mater: Oh man, you got to work with Bessie! I’d give my left two lug nuts for somethin’ like that.
McQueen: Bessie? Who’s Bessie?
Doc: This here is Bessie, finest road-pavin’ machine ever built. I’m hereby sentencing you to community service. You’re gonna fix the road under my supervision.
McQueen: What? This place is crazy!
Mater: Hey, I know this may be a bad time right now, but tha, you owe me $32,000 in legal fees.
Doc: So we’re gonna hitch you up to sweet Bessie, and you’re gonna pull her nice.
McQueen: You’re gotta be kidding me.
Doc: You start there where the road begins, you finish down there where the road ends.
Mater: Holy shoot!
McQueen: Whoa, whoa, whoa! How long is this gonna take?
Doc: Well, fella does it right, should take him about five days.
McQueen: Five days? But I should be in California schmoozing Dinoco right now!
Doc: Then if I were you, I’d quit yappin and start workin’! Hook him up, Mater.
Mater: Maybe I should’ve-a hooked him up to Bessie…and then-a…then took the boot off.
McQueen: Wuuuhuuu! Goodbye, Radiator Springs, and goodbye, Bessie! California, here I come! Yeah! Oh, fell that wind. Yes! No,no,no,no! Outta gas? How can I be outta gas?
Sheriff: Hahaha. Boy, we ain’t as dumb as you think we are.
McQueen: But,but,but how did, how did…you...?
Sally: We siphoned your gas while you were passed out. Ka-chow.
Filmore: Hai, Sheriff.
Luigi: Why the tires are here?
Guido: Sono sempre stati qui.
Luigi: They were better well before.
Guido: Stai sempre a parlare.
Lizzie: Red, can you move over? I want to get look at that sexy hot rod.
Mater: You know, I used to be a purty good whistler. I can’t do it now of course, on account of sometimes I get fluid built up in my engine block, but Doc said he’s gonna fix it dough. He can fix about anything. That’s why we made him the judge. Boy, you shoulda heard me on Giddy-up, Oom Papa Mow Mow. Now, I’m not one to brag, but people come purty far to see me get low on the “Mow-Mow”.
McQueen: Ah? Ah, man, that’s just great!
Mater: Hey, what’s wrong?
McQueen: My lucky sticker’s all dirty.
Mater: Thaah, that ain’t nothin’. I’ll clean it for ya.
McQueen: No,no,no! That wouldn’t be necessary. Hey! Hey, big fella! Yeah, you in the red! I could use a little hose down. Help me wash this off. What, where’s he goin’?
Mater: Oh, he’s still a little bit shy, and he hates you for killin’ his flowers.
McQueen: I shouldn’t have to put up with this. I’m a precision instrument of speed and aerodynamics.
Mater: You hurt your what?
McQueen: I’m a very famous racecar!
Luigi: You are a famous racecar? A real racecar?
McQueen: Yes, I’m a real racecar. What do you think? Look at me.
Luigi: I have followed racing my entire life of my whole life!
McQueen: Then you know who I am. I’m Lightning McQueen.
Luigi: Lightening McQueen!
McQueen: Yes! Yes!
Luigi: I must scream it to the world! My excitement from the top of someplace very high! Do you know many Ferraris?
McQueen: No,no,no. They race on the European circuit. I’m in the Piston Cup! What?
Luigi: Luigi follow only the Ferraris.
Flo: Is that what I think it is?
Sally: Customers. Customers! Customers, everyone! Customers! OK.
Sally: All right, everybody calm down for a long time. Just remember what we rehearsed. Make sure your “Open, please come in” signs are out. And you all know what to do. All right, nobody panics. Here we go!
Minny: Van, I just don’t see any on-ramp anywhere.
Van: Minny, I know exactly where we are.
Minny: Yeah, we’re in the middle of nowhere.
Van: Honey, please.
Sally: Hello. Welcome to Radiator Springs, gateway to Ornament Valley. Legendary for it’s quality service and friendly hospitality. How can we help you?
Van: We don’t need anything, thank you very much.
Minny: Whoa, honey ask her direction to the Interstate.
Van: There’s no need to ask for directions. Minny, I know exactly where we’re going.
Minny: He did the same thing on our trip to Shakopee. You know, we were headed over there for the Crazy Days, and we…
Van: OK,OK. Really. We’re just peachy, OK?
Filmore: What you really need is the sweet taste of my homemade, organic fuel.
Van: No, it doesn’t agree with my tank.
Minny: We’re just trying to find the Interstate.
Sarge: Good to see you, Soldier! Come on by Sarge’s Surplus Hut for all your government surplus needs.
Minny: Ohh, honey, surplus!
Van: I think we have too much surplus.
Sally: I do have a map over the Cozy Cone Motel. And if you do stay, we offer a free Lincoln Continental breakfast.
Minny: Honey, she’s got a map.
Van: I don’t need a map! I have the GPS. Never need a map again, thank you.
Flo: How 'bout somethin’ to drink? Stop at Flo’s V8 Cafe. Finest fuel on Route 66.
Van: No, we just top off.
Luigi: And if you need tires, stop by Luigi’s Casa Della Tires, home of the Leaning Tower of Tires.
Minny: We’re just trying to find the Interstate.
Ramone: But you do need a paint job man. Ramone will paint you up right. Hey, anything you want! You know, like a flame job.
Minny: No, thanks…
Ramone: Maybe ghost flames! You like old school pinstripin’? Von Dutch style ha?
Minny: Oh, honey, look. Von Dutch.
Van: Oh, ho, OK, no. Ahahaha. We’re gonna be going now, OK? Auww!
Lizzie: A little somethin’ to remember us by, OK?
Van: Oh,ha,ha. OK!
Sally: Come back soon, OK? I mean, you know where we are! Tell your friends!
Van: HohohOK! Yes. You bet.
Minny: Thanks again, folks. Bye-bye now.
McQueen: Psst! Psst! Hey! Hey, hey,hey! I know how to get to the Interstate!
Minny: Oh, do ya?
Van: Minny, no.
McQueen: Yeah, yeah,yeah. No, not really. But listen. I’m Lightning McQueen, the famous racecar. I’m being held heren against my will. And I need you to call my team, so they can rescue me, and get me to California in time for me to win The Piston Cup. Do you understand?
McQueen: No,no,no,no,no. No, It’s the truth! I’m telling you! You gotta help me! Don’t leave me here! I’m in hillbilly hell! My IQ’s dropping by the second! I’m becoming one of them!
Sally: OK, don’t worry. They know where we are now. They’re gonna tell their friends. You’ll see.
Radio: And we’ll be back for our Hank Williams marathon...
Sally: That’s good.
Radio:…after a Piston Cup update. Still no sign of Lightning McQueen. Meanwhile, Chick Hicks arrived in California and today became the first car to spend practice time on the track.
Chick: Yeah, well it’s just nice to get out here before the other competitors. You know, get a headstart. Gives me an edge.
Chick: Hey, McQueen… Eat your heart out.
McQueen: Mater, let me get this straight. I can go when this road is done. That’s the deal, right?
Mater: That’s what they done did said.
McQueen: OK. Outta my way. I got a road to finish.
Mater: He’s done!
Doc: It’s only been an hour.
McQueen: I’m done. Look, I’m finished. Just say thank you, and I’ll be on my way. That’s all I gotta say.
Mater: Weehoo! I’m the first one on the new road! Ahho! It rides purty smooth.
Sally: It looks awful!
McQueen: Well, it matches the rest of the town.
Red: Umph, huhuhuh.
Sally: Red. Who do you think you are?
McQueen: Look, Doc said when I finish, I could go. That was the deal.
Doc: The deal was you fix the road, not making it worse. Now, scrape it off! Start over again.
McQueen: Hey, look, grandpa, I’m not a bulldozer. I’m a racecar.
Doc: Hohoho. Is that right? Then why don’t we just have a little race? Me and you.
McQueen: Hohoho. Me and you. Is that a joke?
Doc: If you win, you go and I fix the road. If I win, you do the road my way.
Sheriff: Doc, what’re you doin’?
McQueen: Hahaha. I don’t mean to be rude here Doc, but you probably go zero to sixty in like what? Three-point-five years?
Doc: Then I reckon you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.
McQueen: You know what old timer? That’s a wonderful idea. Let’s race.
Sheriff: Gentlemen, this will be a one-lap race. You will drive to Willy’s Butte, go around Willy’s Butte and come back. There will be no bumpin’, no cheatin’, no spittin’, no bittin’, no road rage, no maimin’, no oil slickin’, no pushin’, no shovin’, no backstabbin’, no road-hoggin’ and no lollygaggin’.
McQueen: Speed. I’m speed. Float like a Cadillac, sting like a Beemer.
Luigi: OhHohohoo. My friend Guido, he dream to give a real racecar a pit stop.
Guido: Pit stop.
McQueen: Aa, haha. The race is only one lap, guys. Uno lappo! Don’t need any help. I work solo mio.
Luigi: Fine. Race your way.
McQueen: No pit stoppo. Comprendo?
Sheriff: Gentlemen. Start your engines!
Ramone: Hijole! Check that out!
Flo: Emm, emm.
Sally: Great idea, Doc. Now the road will never get done.
Luigi: Hohoho. On your mark, get set. Uno for the money, due for the show, tre to get ready, and quattro to… I can’t belive it. Go!! Hahaha.
Doc: Yehaa! Hahaha!
Luigi: Huh? Doc, the flag means go. Remember the flag. Here we go. Go.
Ramone: Uhh, Doc, what are you doing, man?
Doc: Oh, dear. It would seem I’m off to a poor start. Well, better late than never. Come on, Mater. Might need a little help.
Mater: Ahh, OK.
Doc: You got your tow cable?
Mater: Well, yeah. I always got my tow cable. Why?
Doc: Ohh, just in case.
Ramone: Oh, man! Auww!!
Filmore: Whoa. Bad trip, man.
Doc: Hey! Was that floatin’ like a Cadillac, or was that stingin’ like a Beemer? I’m confused.
Doc: You drive like you fix roads. Lousy! Have fun fishin’, Mater
Mater: I’m startin’ to think he knowed you was gonna crash!
McQueen: Thank you, Mater. Thank you.
McQueen: I can make a little turn on dirt. You think? No. And now I’m a day behind. I’m never gonna get outta here!
Ramone: Hey, ese! You need a new paint job, man!
McQueen: No, thank you.
Filmore: How 'bout some organic fuel?
Sarge: That freak juice?
Flo: Whooh, watchin’ him workin’ is makin’ me thirsty. Anybody else want somethin’ to drink?
Mater: Nah, not me, Flo. I’m on one of them there special diets. I’m a precisional instrument of speed and aero-matics.
McQueen: “You race like you fix roads.” I’ll show him. I will show him!
McQueen: Great! I hate it! Hate, hate, hate, hate it!!
Doc: Haha. Music. Sweet music.
Sally: Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
McQueen: Radiator Springs, a happy place.
McQueen: Whoa, OK, Bessie you think that funny? Great! I’m talking to Bessie now! I’m talkin to Bessie!!
Mater: Mornin’, Sally! Hey, look at this here fancy new road that Lightnin’ McQueen done just made!
Sally: Yes! Amazing!
Flo: Ohh, Ramone, Mama ain’t seen you that low in years.
Ramone: I haven’t seen a road like this in years.
Flo: Well, then let’s cruise, baby.
Ramone: Low and slow.
Luigi: E Bellissima! It’s beautiful! Guido, look, it’s a like it was paved by angels. Ohhh.
Mater: Oh, I tell you what. I bet even the roads on the moon ain’t this smooth.
Sally: Doc, look at this. Shoulda tossed him into the cactus a lot sooner, huh?
Doc: Well, he ain’t finished yet. Still got a long way to go.
Luigi: Guido, look at Luigi! Hahaha. This is fantastico!
Sally: That looks like fun! Mater, I got dibs, next turn!
Lizzie: Hey, Luigi, this new road makes your place look like a dump.
Luigi: Ahhh, that crazy old devil woman. Ohh, ohh. She’s right!
Sally: Ohh, ahh!
Doc: That punk actually did a good jab. Well, now… where the hack is he?
Doc: Sheriff! Is he makin’ another run for it?
Sheriff: No,no. He ran outta asphalt in the middle of the night, asked me if he could come down here. All he’s tryin’ to do is make that there turn.
McQueen: No,no,no,no! Ohh, great. Perfect turns on every track I’ve ever raced on.
Doc: Sheriff, why don’t you go get yourself a quart of oil at Flo’s.
Doc: I’ll keep an eye on him.
Sheriff: Well, thanks, Doc. I’ve been feelin’ a quart low.
McQueen: Ahhhhh! Phuahh, thahh!
Doc: This ain’t asphalt, son. This is dirt.
McQueen: Oh, great. What do you want? You hear to gloat?
Doc: You don’t have three-wheel brakes, so you got to pitch it hard, break it loose and then just drive it with the throttle. Give it too much, you’ll be outta the dirt and into the tulips.
McQueen: So you’re a judge, a doctor and a racing expert.
Doc: I’ll put it simple. If you goin’ hard enough left, you’ll find yourself turnin’ right.
McQueen: Ooo, right. That makes perfect sense. Turn right to go left. Yes! Thank you! Or should I say,“No thank you”? Because in Opposite World, maybe that really means, “Thank you”! Tuh, crazy grandpa car. What an idiot!
McQueen: Turn right to go left. Oh. Whoa, auwwww. Oh, that… AUUUUUWWWWWW!!!
McQueen: Turn right to go left. Guess what. I tried it. You know what? This crazy thing happened... I went right!
Lizzie: You keep talkin’ to yourself, people’ll think you crazy.
McQueen: Thanks for the tip.
Lizzie: What? I wasn’t talkin’ to you.
Sally: Oh, Guido, e bellissimo!
Guido: Che cosa?
Sally: It looks great! This is great!
Guido: Ti piace, eh? Si, si, bellissimo.
Mater: Ummmph. Oh, lord. Hehehe.
Sheriff: Mater! I need you to watch the prisoner tonight.
Mater: Well, dad-gum! Wait a minute, what if he tries to run again?
Sheriff: Just let him run outta gas and tow him on back. But keep an eye on him.
Mater: Yes, sir!
McQueen: While I’m stuck here paving this stinkin’ road, Chick’s in California schmoozing Dinoco. My Dinoco. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who’s touching me?
Luigi: You have a slow leak. Guido, he fix. You make a such a nice new road. You come to my shop. Luigi take a good care of you. Eventhough you not a Ferrari. You buy four tires, I give you a full size spare absolutely free!
McQueen: Look, I get all my tires for free.
Luigi: Hohoho.. I like your style, eh? You drive the hard bargain. OK. Luigi make you a new deal. You buy one tire, I give you three for free!
Flo: Aaa… Would you look at that? Ramone, Ramone!
Luigi: Then Luigi make you a new deal
McQueen: No,no,no,no. Deal me out. Pass. No, thank you.
Luigi: No,no,no,no,no. This is it. My last offer. You buy one tire, I give you seven-a snow tire for all free! Done. You interested, you call me. You know where I am.
McQueen: Fuuuhhh. Ahhhh. Stop! Let me…Tuhh, puahh!!
sally: Oh, Red, you missed a spot. See it right there? On the hood right there.
McQueen: No, no! Noooo!! Stop, stop! That cold!! Help! Please! Stop!
Sally: Thanks, Red.
McQueen: What was that for?
Sally: Do you want to stay at the Cozy Cone or what?
Sally: And if you do, you gotta be clean. 'Cause even here in hillibilly hell we have standards.
McQueen: What,I…? I don’t get it.
Sally: Nothing I just thought I’d say thank you for doin’ a great job. So I thought I’d let you stay with me. I mean, not with me! But there. Not with me there, but there in your own Cozy Cone. And I’d be in my cone, and it’s…
McQueen: Wait. Wait, you’re being nice to me.
Sally: I mean if you want to stay at the dirty impound, thats, thats fine. You know, I understand you criminal types.
McQueen: No,no,no,no. That’s OK. Yeah, the Cozy Cone.
Sally: Ehhh. It’s newly refurbished
McQueen: Haha. Yeah, it’s like a clever little twist the motel’s made out of caution cones, which, of course, cars usually try to avoid, now we’re gonna stay in them. Haha. That’s funny.
Sally: Figure that all out on your own, did you? Cone number one, if you want.
McQueen: Hey, do I spy a little pinstriping tattoo back there?
Sally: Auuww. Haha. That’s just a… Ahhahaha. Auuww. You saw that? Yeah! Just gonna be going. Gonna…Yeah.
Mater: You know, I once knew this girl Doreen. Good-lookin’ girl. Looked just like a Jaguar, only she was a truck! You know, I used to crash into her, just so I could spoke to her.
McQueen: What are you talking about?
Mater: I don’t know. Hey, I know somethin’ we can do tonight, 'cause I’m in charge of watchin’ you!
McQueen: No, Mater, I gotta finish this road, and I have to get out of here.
Mater: Well, that’s all right, Mr. I Can’t Turn On Dirt. You probably couldn’t handle it anyway.
McQueen: Whoa, whoa, easy now, Mater. You know who you’re talkin’ to? This is Lightning McQueen. I can handle anything.
McQueen: Mater, I’m not doin’ this.
Mater: Oh, come on, you’ll love it. Hehehe. Tractor-tippin’s fun.
McQueen: This is ridiculous.
Mater: All right, listen. When I say go, we go. But don’t let Frank catch ya. Go!
McQueen: Whoa! Wait! Who, who’s Frank? Mater. Wait, Mater!
Mater: OK, here’s what you do. You just sneak up in front of 'em, and then honk. And they do the rest. Watch this.
Mater: Hahahaha. I swear, tractors is so dumb! I tell you what, buddy, you don’t get much better than this.
McQueen: Yep, you’re livin’ the dream, Mater boy.
Mater: I don’t care who you are, that’s funny right there. Oh, you turn, bud.
McQueen: Mater, I can’t. I don’t even have a horn.
McQueen: I’m not a baby.
Mater: Puuuck, puck, puck.
McQueen: Fine. Stop! stop, OK? All right. I’ll do something.
Mater & McQueen: Hahahahaha!!!
Mater: That’s Frank.
Mater: Run, hahaha , run!!!
Mater: Run! He’s gonna get ya! Hahaha!!
Mater: Tomorrow night we can go look for the ghostlight!
McQueen: I can’t wait, Mater.
Mater: Oh, yeah, I’m tellin’ ya! Oh, boy, you gotta admit that was funnn unn!
McQueen: Oh, yeah…yeah.
Mater: Well, we better get you back to the impound lot.
McQueen: You know, actually, Sally’s gonna let me stay at the motel.
Mater: Aaaa… Gettin’ cozy at the Cone, is we?
McQueen: Oh, come…No. No, are you kidding? Besides, she can’t stand me. And I don’t like her, to be honest.
Mater: Yeah, you probably right. Hey, look, there’s Miss Sally!
McQueen: Where, where?
Mater: Hahaha. You’re in love with Miss Sally.
McQueen: No, I’m not.
Mater: Yes, you do.
McQueen: No way.
McQueen: Come on, look
Mater: You’re in love with Miss Sally(2X)
McQueen: OK, that’s real mature Mater, real grown up.
Mater: You love her (7X)
McQueen: Wait…All right. OK. Mater, Mater, Mater, no. Will you stop that?
Mater: Stop what?
McQueen: That’s driving backwards stuff. It’s creeping me out. You’re gonna wreck on somethin’.
Mater: Wreck? Shoot! I’m the world’s best backwards driver! You just watch this right here, lover boy.
McQueen: What are you doing? Watch out! Look out! Mater? Mater! Mater!
McQueen: Hey take it easy, Mater!
Mater: Waaaaaaa! Ha,ha,ha! Hee,hee.
McQueen: Hahaha. He’s nuts.
Mater: No need to watch where I’m goin’. Just need to know where I’ve been.
McQueen: Whoa, that was incredible! How’d you do that?
Mater: Rearview mirrors. We’ll get you some, and I’ll teach you if you want.
McQueen: Yeah, maybe I’ll use it in my big race.
Mater: What’s so important about this race of yours, anyway?
McQueen: It’s not just a race. We’re talking about the Piston Cup! I’ve been dreaming about it my whole life! I’ll be the first rookie in history ever to win it. And when I do, we’re talkin’ big new sponsor, with private helicopters. No more medicated bumper ointment. No more rusty old cars.
Mater: What’s wrong with rusty old cars?
McQueen: Well, I don’t mean you, Mater. I mean other old cars. You know? Not like you. I like you.
Mater: Nahhh, it’s OK, buddy. Hey, you think maybe one day I can get a ride in one of them helicopters? I mean, I’ve always wanted to ride in one of them fancy helicopters.
McQueen: Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, sure.
Mater: You mean it?
McQueen: Oh, yeah. Anything you say.
Mater: I knew it. I knowed I made a good choice!
McQueen: In what?
Mater: My best friend.
Mater: See you tomorrow, buddy! McQueen and Sally parked beneath a tree, K-I-S somethin'somethin’-somethin’-t!!
McQueen: Hahaha! Whoa, whoa. Haha.
McQueen: Number one. Number one…Ahhh…Number one!
McQueen: Ahh, this is nice.
Sally: Hey, Stickers.
McQueen & Sally: Huh!!
Sally: I’m sorry.
McQueen: Wohho!! You scared me. You gotta be careful.
Sally: I scared myself scaring you scaring me.
McQueen: I mean, I wasn’t like “scared” scared.
Sally: No, of course not. Not.
McQueen: I was more…
Sally: Just I overheard you talkin’ to Mater.
McQueen: When? Just, just now? What, what did, what did you hear?
Sally: Oh, just something about a helicopter ride.
McQueen: Oh, yeah. Yeah, he got a kick out of that, didn’t he?
Sally: Did you mean it?
Sally: That you’ll get him a ride.
McQueen: Oh, who knows? I mean first things first. I gotta get outta here and make the race.
Sally: Ah, hah. You know…Mater trusts you.
McQueen: Yeah, OK.
Sally: Did you mean that?
Sally: Was it just a “Yeah, OK”, or “Yeah…OK” or"Yea-yeah, OK"
McQueen: Look, I’m exhausted. It’s kinda been a long day.
Sally: Yeah, OK. G'night.
McQueen: Oh ah. Hey, thank you.
Sally: What did you just say?
McQueen: You know, thanks for lettin’ me stay here. It’s nice to be out of the impund, and this is… It’s great. Newly refurbished, right?
McQueen: Good night.
Sally: Good night.
Sarge: Will you turn that disrespectful junk off?
Filmore: Respect the classics, man. It’s Hendrix!
McQueen: Noooo!!! I gotta get outta here!
McQueen: Hey, have you seen the Sheriff? Oh! Oh, my gosh. Oh!
Doc: Hey, what are you doin’?
Sheriff: Get a good peak, city boy?
McQueen: I,a..a..I just need my daily gas ration from the Sheriff.
Doc: Wait for him at Flo’s. Now get outta here.
McQueen: I’ve been trying to get outta here for three days!
Sheriff: Hope you enjoyed the show!
McQueen: Whoaho, Doc. Time to clean out the garage, buddy, come on.
McQueen: What? He has a Piston Cup?
McQueen: Oh, my gosh. Three Piston Cup?
Doc: Sign says stay out.
McQueen: You, you have three Piston Cups. How could you have…
Doc: I knew you couldn’t drive. I didn’t know you couldn’t read.
McQueen: You’re the Hudson Hornet!
Doc: Wait over at Flo’s, like I told ya!
McQueen: Of course. I can’t belive I didn’t see it before. You’re The Fabulous Hudson Hornet! You still to hold the record for most wins in single season. Oh, we gotta talk. You gotta show me your tricks. Please.
Doc: I already tried that.
McQueen: And you won the championship three times! Look at those trophies!
Doc: You look. All I see is a bunch of empty cups.
Filmore: You know, some automotive yoga could really lower your RPM’s, man.
Sarge: Oh, take a car wash, hippie.
Flo: Yeah, look at my husband, y'all. Hooo…That’s your color!
Ramone: Yellow, baby. Hahaha.
Flo: Mmm! You smokin’ hot!
Sheriff: There he is!
McQueen: Oh, my gosh! Did you know Doc is a famous racecar?
Sheriff: Doc? Our Doc?
Sarge: Not Doc Hudson.
McQueen: No,no,no,no, it’s true! He’s a real racing legend. He’s The Fabulous Hudson Hornet!
Flo: Fabulous? I never seen Doc drive more than 20 miles an hour. I mean, have you ever seen him race?
McQueen: No, but I wish I could have of. They say he was amazing! He wins three Piston Cups.
Mater: Phooah!! He did what in his cup?
Sheriff: I think the heat’s startin’ to get to the boy!
Lizzie: Well, I’ll say! Look how red he is!
Ramone: Yeah, I think he needs a new coat of poly, man.
Mater: Are you sick, buddy?
Sheriff: You are lookin’ a little peaked.
Ramone: Yeah, he needs a new coat of poly for sure!
Sheriff: Hey, hey! What are you doin’?
Sally: It’s OK, Sheriff. You can trust me, right?
Sheriff: I trust you, all right. It’s him I’m worried about.
Sally: Mmm… I trust him. Come on, let’s take a drive.
McQueen: A drive?
Sally: Yeah, a drive. Don’t you big city racecars ever just take a drive?
McQueen: Ahhh…No. No, we don’t.
Sally: Hey, Stickers! Do you comin’ or what?
Flo: Ahmm. And you thought he was gonna run.
Ramone: Hey, can you believe it, man? He actually thought Doc was a famous racecar! Hahaha… That’s so too much!!
McQueen: OK, you got me out here. Where are we goin’?
Sally: I don’t know.
McQueen: Whoa! Yes.
McQueen: Whoa! Hahaha. Uahh!!
Sally: Ah.. hahaha!
Sally: Ah.. hahaha!
McQueen: Hahaha! Thuhhh!!Thuhh!!
McQueen: Wow! What is this place?
Sally: Wheel Well. Used to be the most popular stop on the mother road.
McQueen: This place?
Sally: Yeah, imagine…Oh, imagine what it must have been like to stay here.
McQueen: You know, I don’t get you. How does a Porsche wind up in a place like this?
Sally: Well, it’s really pretty simple. I was…an attorney in LA livin’ life in the fast lane, and.
McQueen: Oh, you were, were you? Were you rich?
McQueen: Just…clues to the puzzle.
Sally: Yeah, OK. Well, that was my life. And you know what? It never felt…happy.
McQueen: Yeah. I mean…really?
Sally: Yeah. So I left California. Just drove and drove and finally broke down right here. Doc fixed me up, Flo took me in. Well, they all did. And I never left.
McQueen: Yeah. You know, I understand. You need a little R & R. Recharge and old batteries. But you know, after a while, why didn’t you go back?
Sally: I fell in love.
Sally: I fell in love with this.
McQueen: Whoa. Look at that. Look, they’re drivin’ right by. They don’t even know what they’re missing!
Sally: Well, it didn’t used to be that way.
McQueen: Oh, yeah?
Sally: Yeah. Forty years ago, that Interstate down there didn’t exist.
sally: Yeah. Back then, cars came across the country a whole different way.
McQueen: How do you mean?
Sally: Well, the road didn’t cut through land like that Interstate. It moved with the land, you know? It rose, it fell, it curved.
Folk: Nice day, huh?
Sally: Cars didn’t drive on it to make a great time. They drove on it to have a great time.
McQueen: Well, what happened?
Sally: The town got bypassed just to save ten minutes of driving.
McQueen: How great would it have been to see this place in its heyday!
Sally: Ohh…I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of that. But one of these days, we’ll find a way to get it back on the map.
McQueen: Yeah. Hey, listen, thanks for the drive. I had a great time. It’s kinda nice to slow down every once in a while.
Sally: You’re welcome.
Mater: Hey, listen, listen! If anybody asks you, we was out smashin’ mailboxes, OK?
McQueen: Wha… What?
Ramone: Oh, man, the paint’s still wet!
Luigi: No,no,no,no! Get out of the store! Hey! Don’t eat the radial! Here, take-a the snow tires.
Mater: I wasn’t tractor-tippin’!
Sheriff: Then where did all these gol-durn tractors come from?
Mater: Whoa, boy! Whoa!
McQueen: Hahaha. Hey! Hey guys. There’s one goin’ this way. I got it.
McQueen: Come here, little tractor, come here. Yeah, that’s a good tractor. No,no,no,no, come here. What are you doing? You’re not supposed to go wandering off all…alone.
McQueen: What are you doin’ with those old racin’ tires?
McQueen: Come on, Doc, drive.
Doc: Ahhhh. Yeah.
McQueen: Wow! You’re amazing! What are you doin’? Doc, wait!
Mater: Giddup right in there! Come on, Rusty. Weee…heyy!
McQueen: Doc, hold it! Seriously, your driving’s incredible!
Doc: Wonderful. Now, go away.
McQueen: Hey, I mean it. You’ve still got it!
Doc: I’m askin’ you to leave.
McQueen: Come on. I’m a racecar, you’re… a much older racecar, but under the hood you and I are the same.
Doc: We are not the same! Understand? Now, get out.
McQueen: How could a car like you quit at the top of your game?
Doc: You think I quit?
McQueen: Right. Your big wreck in '54.
Doc: They quit on me. When I finally got put together, I went back expecting a big welcome. You know what they said? “You’re history”. Moved right on to the next rookie standing in line. There was a lot left in me. I never got chance to show 'em. I keep that, to remind me never to go back. I just never expected that that world would…would find me here.
McQueen: Hey, look, Doc, I’m not them.
Doc: Oh, yeah?
McQueen: No, I’m not.
Doc: When is the last time you cared about something except yourself, hot rod? You name me one time. And I will take it all back. Ahhuh? I didn’t think so. These are good folk around here, who care about one another. I don’t want 'em depending on someone they can’t count on.
McQueen: Oh, like you? You’ve been here how long and your friends don’t even know who you are? Who’s caring about only himself?
Doc: Just finish that road and get outta here!
sarge: Will you turn that disrespectful junk off?
Filmore: Respect the classics, man.
Mater: He’s done. He must’ve finished it while we was all sleepin’.
Doc: Good riddance.
Flo: He’s gone?
Sarge: Well, we wouldn’t want him to miss that race of his.
Ramone: Oh, dude, are you crying?
Sheriff: No! I’m happy! I don’t have to watch him every second of the day anymore! I’m glad he’s gone!
McQueen: What’s wrong with Red?
Mater: Oh, he’s just sad 'cause you left town, and went to your big race to win the Piston Cup that you’ve always dreamed about your whole life and get that big ol’ sponsor and that fancy helicopter you was talkin’ about.
Mater: Huuhh! Wait a minute!
Mater: I knowed you wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.
Sheriff: What are you doin’ here, son? You’re gonna miss your race. Don’t worry. I’ll give you a police escort, and we’ll make up the time.
McQueen: Thank you, Sheriff. But you know I can’t go just yet.
Sheriff: Well, why not?
McQueen: I’m not sure these tires…can get me all the way to California. Yeah, does anybody know what time Luigi’s opens?
Luigi: Ah..haha! I can’t-a believe it!
Luigi: Four new tires! Grazien, Mr. Lightning. Grazien!
Flo: Would you look at that!
Luigi: Our first real customers in years! I am filled with tears of ecstacy, for this is the most glorious day of my life!
McQueen: All right, Luigi, give me the best set of blackwalls you’ve got.
Luigi: No,no,no,no! You don’t-a know what you want. Luigi know what you want. Blackwall tires. They blend into the pavement. But-a this…white-wall tires! They say, “Look at me! Here I am! Love me.”
McQueen: All right, you’re the expert.
Luigi: Eh, hehehee!
McQueen: Oh, and don’t forget the spare.
Luigi: Perfetto. Guido!
Guido: Peet stop!
Luigi: Hahaha! What did Luigi tell you, aey?
McQueen: Wow, you were right. Better than a Ferrari, huh?
Luigi: Aaa, No.
McQueen: Wow! This organic fuel is great! Why haven’t I heard about it before?
Filmore: It’s a conspiracy, man! The oil companies got a grip on the government! They’re feedin’ us a bunch of lies, man.
McQueen: OK, I’ll take a case.
Ramone: Ahh.. Yeah. Ka-chow.
Mater: Here she comes!
McQueen: Places, everybody. Hurry! Act natural.
Folks: Hi, Sally.
Sally: All right, what’s goin’ on?
Mater: Ladies and gentlecars, please welcome the neeewww Lightning McQueen!
McQueen: What do you think? Radiator Springs looks pretty good on me.
Sally: I’ll say. Rrr. Ka-chow. You’re gonna fit right in in California. Oh my goodness. It looks like you’ve helped everybody in town.
McQueen: Yeah, everybody except one. Hey, is it getting dark out?
Lizzie: What? What’d he say?
McQueen: Let me say that again. Is it getting dark out?
Lizzie: Now, what was I supposed to do after that?
Sally: They fixed their neon.
Flo: Low and slow?
Ramone: Oh, yeah, baby!
McQueen: Just like in its heyday, right?
Sally: It’s even better than I pictured it. Thank you.
McQueen: Shall we cruise?
Lizzie: Oh, thank you, dear. I’d love to!
Lizzie: I remember when Stanley first asked me to take a drive with him.
Mater: Hey, Miss sally. May I have this cruise?
Sally: Of course, Mater.
Lizzie: …and again and I said, “No,” and he asked me again, and I said, “No.” But, oh, he was a persistent little burger for a two-cylinder. Finally I said, “All right, one little drive.”
Sally: Thanks, Mater.
Mater: Good evenin’, you two.
Lizzie: Oh, Stanley, I wish you could see this.
Flo: Is that what I think it is?
Sally: Oh, I don’t know, Flo. I haven’t had a chance to find out. But I am going to find out. Hello.
Flo: Not that. That.
Sally: Huh. Customers?
Flo: Customers, everybody! And a lot of 'em! You know what to do. Just like we rehearsed.
Mater: It’s the ghostlight!
Helicopter: We have found McQueen. We have found McQueen!
Cameramen: McQueen, over here!
McQueen: Aaa, wait, excuse me.
Cameramen: Is it true you’ve been in rehab?
Cameramen: Did you have a nervous breakdown, McQueen.
McQueen: I’m sorry, what?
Cameramen: McQueen’s wearing whitewalls!
Cameramen: Are the tires you wearing are turning balding?
Sally: Stickers, McQueen!
Cameramen: Was Lightning McQueen your prisoner?
Mater: Shoot, no! We’re best buds! I ain’t braggin’ or nothin’, but I was in charge of huntin’ him down if he tried to escape.
McQueen: Sally, Sally!
Kori: McQueen! Will you still race for the Piston Cup?
Cameramen: Come on, give us some bolt!
Mack: You’re here! Thank the manufacturer! You’re alive!
Mack: You’re here! I can’t belive it! Oh, hoho. You are a sight for some headlights! I’m so sorry I lost you, boss. I’ll make it up to you!
McQueen: Mack, I, I can’t belive you’re here.
Harv: Is that the world’s fastest racing machine?
McQueen: Is that Harv?
Mack: Yeah. He’s in the back.
Cameramen: Show us the bolt, McQueen!
Mack: Get back, you oil-thirsty parasites!
Cameramen: Hey, where’s the old McQueen?
Mack: Actually, this is my good side here.
Cameramen: Show us the bolt!
McQueen: Harv! Harv!
Cameramen: Give us the bolt!
Cameramen: Come on!
Harv: Kid, I’m over here!
McQueen: How you doin’, buddy?
Harv: My star client disappears off the face of the earth! How do you think I’m doing?
McQueen: Harv, I can explain.
Harv: I’m doing great! You’re everywhere, baby! Radio, TV, the papers! You can’t buy this kind of publicity! What do you need me for? That’s just a figure of speech, by the way. You signed a contract. Where are you? I can’t even find you on my GPS.
McQueen: I’m in this little town called Radiator Springs. You know Route 66? It’s still here!
Harv: Yeah, that’s great, kid. Playtime is over, pal. While the world’s been trying to find you, Dinoco has had no one to woo. Who are they gonna woo?
Harv: Bingo. In fact, check out what’s on the plasma right now.
Cameramen: Show us the thunder!
Chick: You want thunder? You want thunder? Ka-chicka, ka-chicka! Ka-chicka!
McQueen: Hey, that’s my bit!
Harv: You’ve gotta get to Cali, pronto! Just get out of Radiation Stinks now, or Dinoco is history, you hear me?
McQueen: Just give me a second here, Harv.
Harv: No,no,no, wait. Where are goin’. Get in the trailer, baby. Kid! You want, you want a bigger trailer?
McQueen: Sally, I…I want you to… Look, I wish…Ahhhh.
Sally: Thank you. Thanks for everything.
McQueen: Ah. Haha. It just a road.
Sally: No. It was much more than that.
Mack: Hey, kid! We gotta go. Harv’s goin’ crazy! He’s gonna have me fired if I don’t get you in the truck right now!
McQueen: Mack, just… hold it for…
Sally: You should go.
McQueen: I know, but…
Sally: Good luck in California. I hope you find what you’re looking for.
Cameramen: McQueen, come on!
Cameramen: Show us the bolt, McQueen! The bolt! Hey, Lightning, show us the bolt!
Cameramen: Where’s the old McQueen?
Harv: Come on, get in the trailer. That’s it. That’s right kid, let’s go! You’re a big shining star. You’re a superstar. You don’t belong there, anyway.
McQueen: Whoa… Wait…Whoa,whoa,wait,wait!
Cameramen: Hey, guys! McQueen’s leavin’ in the truck!
Kori: Hey, are you Doc Hudson?
Kori: Thanks for the call.
Sally: You called them?
Doc: It’s best for everyone, Sally.
Sally: Best for everyone, or best for you?
Mater: I didn’t get to say goodbye to him.
Bob: Hello, race fans, and welcome to what has become, quite simply, the biggest event in the history of racing. A three way battle for the Piston Cup!
Darrell: There’s a crowd of nearly 200,000 cars here at the Los Angeles International Speedway. Tickets to this race are hotter than a black leather seat on a hot summer day!
Bob: The King, Chick Hicks and Lightning McQueen in a 200 laps, winner-takes-all, tiebreaker race.
Darrell: You know I got a lotta miles on me, but let me tell you somethin’ buddy. I never thought I’d see anything like this. Wow! Man. This is exciting!
Bob: In fact, the country has almost shut down, to watch what many experts are calling “the race of the century.”
Junior: Hey, King! Good luck in your last race. You’ve sure been an inspiration to me.
The King: Thanks, Junior. Appreciate it.
Dear: Hey, be careful out there, OK?
The King: Yeah, mam.
Mia: He’s hot.
Chick: Wanna know the forecast? I’ll give you the forecast. A 100 percent chance of thunder! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Say it with me! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka!
Security: Hey, you! No admittance without a garage pass.
Fred: Oh, it’s OK. Lightning McQueen knows me!
Andretti: Hey, Marco, it’s a beautiful day for a race, isn’t it?
Security: Absolutely, Mr. Andretti.
Andretti: And good morning to you, Fred.
Fred: Mario Andretti he knows my name! You gotta let me in now!
Security: Sorry, pal.
McQueen: OK, here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. Victory, one winner, two losers. Speed. Speed. Speed. Speed…
Mack: Hey, Lightnin’! You ready?
McQueen: Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’m…I’m ready.
McQueen: Mack, thanks for being my pit crew today.
Mack: Nahh. Don’t worry about it, kid. It’s the least I could do. After all, “Gas Can” is my middle name.
McQueen: It is?
Mack: Nahh, not really.
Small aeroplane: A. O.
TV Crew: Nelson! Zoom in. Ready, 16? Take 16.
Bob: And there he is, Lightning McQueen! Missing all week, and then he turns up in the middle of nowhere! In a little town called Radiator Springs.
Darrell: Wearin’ whitewall tires, of all things.
Chick: Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Hahaha. Hey, where you been? I’ve been kinda lonely. Nobody to hang out with. I mean, except the Dinoco folks. Ohhh and the twins. Of course. You know the twins the one that used to be your fans, but now they’re my fans. Anyway, listen to what the twins think…
McQueen: Ahh. Shoot!
Fans: Boogity, boogity, boogity, boys! Let’s go racin’!
Dear: Come on, you can do it!
Tex: Come on kid, make us proud, boy!
Bob: Fifty laps down, and The King is still holding a slim lead.
Darrell: Hey, McQueen’s got a run on him! He’s lookin’ to the inside! Ohh! Chick slammed the door on him!
Bob: Chick’s not making it easy on him today.
Darrell: Oh, man, he lost so much momentum, and now he’s gonna have to chase him back down!
Bob: Ohhh, McQueen spins out in the infield!
Chick: Hahaha! Just me and the old man, fellas. McQueen just doesn’t have it today.
Mack: Hey, kid, are you all right?
McQueen: I don’t know, Mack. I..I… I don’t think I…
Doc: I didn’t come all this way to see you quit.
Guys: Yey.. Hahaha.
McQueen: Guys, you’re here! I can’t believe this!
Doc: I knew you needed a crew chief, but I didn’t know it was this bad.
McQueen: I thought you said you’d never come back.
Doc: Well, I really didn’t have a choice. Mater didn’t get to say goodbye.
Mater: Goodbye!! Okay, I’m good.
Doc: All right, if you can drive as good as you fix a road, then you can win this race with you eyes shut. Now, get back out there! Hot snot, we are back in business! Guido! Luigi! You’re goin’ up against professional pit crews boys, you’re gonna have to be fast.
Luigi: They will not know what bit them!
Doc: Kid, you can beat these guys. Find a groove that works for you and get that lap back.
Chick’s Crew: Is that?
Chick’s Crew: Oh, wow. That’s him!
TV Crew: Is that…? That’s the Hudson Hornet! Bob, Darrell! The Hudson Hornet’s back!
Bob: Darrell, it appears McQueen has got himself a pit crew. And look who he has for a crew chief!
Fans: Wow… Look, man. It’s the Hudson Hornet!
Biggest fan: Whoa!!
Fans: Well, dip me in axle grease and call me Slick! It surely is.
Biggest fan: Hahahahaha!
Bob: Wow, this is history in the making. Nobody has seen the racing legend in over 50 years!
Lizzie: Hey, Doc! Come look at the fellow on the radio. He looks just like you.
Bob: McQueen passes them on the inside!
Darrell: But he’s still nearly a lap fail.
Bob: Can he catch up to them with only 60 laps to go?
Doc: You’re goin’ great, kid. Just keep your head on.
Guido: Vai! Vai! Vai,vai!
Chick’s crew: Hey, shrimpie, where did McQueen find you, huh? Those round things are called tires, and they go under the car!
All Chick’s Crew: Hahahahaha!!!
Guido: Con chi credi di parlare? Ma, con chi stai parlando?
Luigi: No! No, no! You’ll have your chance. You will have your chance.
Chick: Oh, kid’s just tryin’ to be a hero, huh? Well, what do you think of this? Yeah, that’s it kid. Whats??
Mater: Whoa! Git-R-done! Hahaha! I taught him that. Ka-chow!
Chick Crew: Auuww!
Bob: What a move by McQueen! He’s caught up to the leaders.
Darrell: Oh, yeah. This is what it’s all about. A three-way battle for the lead, with ten to go.
Tex: Hahaha! Look at that boy go out there!
Chick: No, you don’t.
McQueen: Doc, I’m flat! I’m flat!
Doc: Can you get back to the pits?
McQueen: Yeah, yeah. I think so.
Doc: Hey, got a yellow. Bring it in. Don’t tear yourself up, kid.
Mack: We gotta get him back out there fast or we’re gonna be a lap down, and we’ll never win this race!
Doc: Guido! It’s time.
Chick Crew: Hey, tiny, you gonna clean his windshield? Hahaha!
Darrell: I don’t believe it!
Bob: That was the fastest pit stop I’ve ever seen!
Darrell: It was a great stop, but he’s still gotta beat that pace car out!
Bob: It’s gonna be close.
Biggest Fan: Yeah, baby!!
Fans: Yeah… Hahaha!
Darrell: Yeah!! He’s back in the race!
Guido: Peet stop.
Luigi: Guido, you did it!
Mater: Way to go, Guido!
Bob: This is it. We’re heading into the final lap and McQueen is right behind the leaders. What a comeback!
Darrell: A hundred and ninety-nine laps, and, baby, it all comes down to this!
Doc: This is it, kiddo. You’ve got four turns left. One at a time. Drive it in deep and hope it sticks. Go!
Chick: We’ll see about that!
Bob: McQueen’s going inside!
Bob: Chick and The King are loose!
Darrell: I think McQueen is out of the race!
Darrell: McQueen saved it!
Bob: He’s back on the track!
Doc: Float like a Cadillac...
McQueen: Sting like a Beemer!
Biggest Fan: Ka-chow, ka-chow, ka-chow!
Folks: Yeeehaaaa! Hahaha.
Darrell: Lightning McQueen is gonna win the Piston Cup!
Sally: Come on! You got it! You got it, Stickers!
Chick: I am not comin’ in behind you again, old man.
Dear: Oh, no!
Chick: Yeah… Woooww! I won, baby! Yeah! Oh, yeah!
Flo: What’s he up to, Doc?
The King: What are you doin’, kid?
McQueen: I think The King should finish his last race.
The King: You just gave up the Piston Cup, you know that?
McQueen: Ahhh. This grumpy old racecar I know once told me somethin’. It’s just an empty cup.
Bob: Darrell, is pushing on the last lap legal?
Darrell: Hey, man. He’s not really pushin’ him. He’s just givin’ him a little bump draft.
Chick: Whoaa.. Hohooo!! Hey. What? What’s goin’ on?
Fan: That’s what I call racin’ right there.
Luigi: Bravo il mio amico!
Mater: Way to go, buddy!
Filmore: There’s a lotta love out there, you know, man?
Sarge: Don’t embarrass me, Filmore.
Lizzie: That’s my hot rod.
Chick: Come on, baby, bring it out! Bring out the Piston Cup! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Yeah! Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about! Hey, how come I’m the only one celebrating is me, huh? Where are the girls? Bring on the confetti! Auuww! Auuww! Easy with the confetti. What’s goin’ on? Come on, snap some pictures. I gotta go sign my deal with Dinoco! Ka-chicka! Say it with me. Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka!
Mia & Tia: Booo!
Chick: What’s wrong with everybody? Where’s the happiness? Hey! This is the start of the Chick era!
Dear: Thanks, Lightnin’.
McQueen: You’re welcome.
Fan: Way to go, King!
Fan: You’re still the car!
Biggest Fan: You’re The King! Yeah!
Rust-eze Folks: Yeah! Hahahaha!
Mack: Wahh! Hoo!
Rust-eze Car: You make us proud, kid!
Mack: Congrats on the loss, me bucko!
Doc: You got a lotta of stuff, kid.
McQueen: Thanks, Doc.
Tex: Hey, Lightnin’. How 'bout comin’ over here and talk to me a minute? Son, that was some real racin’ out there. How’d you like to become the new face of Dinoco?
McQueen: But I didn’t win.
Tex: Lightnin’, there’s a whole lot more to racin’ than just winnin’.
Rust-eze Van: He was so rusty, when he drove down the street. Hahaha. Buzzards used to circle the car!
McQueen: Thank, you, Mr. Tex, but…but these Rust-eze guys over there gave me my big break. I’m gonna stick with them.
Tex: Well, I sure can respect that. Still, you know, if there’s ever anything I can do for you, just let me know.
McQueen: I sure appreciate that. Thank you. Actually, there is one thing.
Mater: Whoah! Hoo! Aaaa! Hey look at me! I’m flyin’, by golly! Whoahh! Hoo! I’m happier than a tornado in a trailer park!
Luigi: I think it’s about-a time we redecorate.
Michael Schumacker: Chow! Hi, Lightning McQueen told me this was the best place in the world to get tires. How 'bout setting me and my friends up with three or four sets each?
Luigi: Huh. Guido! There is a real Michael Schumacker Ferrari in my store. A real Ferrari! Punch me, Guido. Punch me in the face. This is the most glorious day of my life.
Michael Schumacker: Wow. Spero che il tuo amico si riprenda. Mi dicono che siete fantastici.
Sally: Uh..huh!. Hahaha. Just passin’ through?
McQueen: Actually, I thought I’d stop and stay awhile. I hear this place is back on the map.
Sally: It is?
McQueen: Yeah, there’s some rumor floating around that some hotshot Piston Cup racecar is setting up his big racing headquarters here.
Sally: Really? Well, there goes the town.
McQueen: You know, I really missed you, Sally.
Sally: Well, I create feelings in others they themselves don’t understand and, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Mater: McQueen and Sally parked beneath the tree, K-i-s-s…i-n-t!
McQueen: Great timing, Mater!
Mater: Hep-non, hip-hep, hi-li-lilly! Weeeee!!
McQueen: He’s my best friend. What’re you gonna do?
Sally: So, Stickers, last one to Flo’s buys?
McQueen: I don’t know. Why don’t we just take a drive?
Sally: Mmm. Nahh.
McQueen: Yeah! Ka-chow!
-X-X-X THE END X-X-X
Visions of a Wolf - Finally (Luhan, pt. 2) [Chronicles of the Wolf series] *NC-17*
I’m so sorry I’m a bit late on this one! I had a performance yesterday and we went for food and drinks after that. We had so much fun, I miss performing so much! ♥ ♥ Anyways, enjoy! :3 *WARNING: SMUT*
[ Luhan | Visions of a Wolf ] \ finally
He didn’t even answer. His feet were already walking him forward before he could even think about it, and you just made some sort of adorable little squeaking sound before you were disappearing back into the bathroom. He stepped in just in time to see you, back half exposed from the towel hanging just precariously around your body.
Luhan didn’t bother keeping his growl back.
“Wait! Let me go in first, okay? Then you can undress and go in yourself.”
A/N: finally the sequel to this, thanks to @smexyscribbles and @squeegeebees for looking it over for me! (also I know the Ackles twins are in this, but for this story, the padababy isn’t in the picture yet)
He was nervous, Derek could tell. He wasn’t sure what gave it away. Maybe it was the fact the young boy’s heart was beating rapidly, stuttering every so often. Or maybe is was the slick shine of sweat over his creamy forehead. Derek’s eyes lowered and his mouth dried out, feeling as if someone stuffed cotton into his mouth.
Stiles was nude, legs spread, ready to be taken. Derek’s heart soared. He wanted to be taken by him.
Derek let his eyes move away from his boyfriend and felt his face twitch as a smile threatened to break free. The room’s lighting was dimmed, the only source of light being the candles placed around the room in clumps. A rosy aroma filled the air. He didn’t quite know where it was coming from, but he didn’t mind. The combination made Stiles look almost ethereal.
“Please don’t leave me laying here.” Stiles finally said, his voice wavering. “I already feel like an idiot.”
Derek laughed and slowly pulled off his shirt, keeping his eyes locked with Stile’s coffee-colored ones. Keeping his face utterly stoic, he ran a hand down his chest, inching closer and closer to the button of his jeans. He heard Stiles gulp and almost felt his composure crack, but years of practice allowed him to succeed.
His hand slipped into his jeans and he gripped his cock, surprised at how it was already hardening. But how could it not when his angel was waiting for him like… that.
Derek palmed himself and slowly worked his jeans over his hips, until they were able to drop down without assistance. He was glad he decided to go commando today; boxers would have proven to be a burden. He faintly heard Stiles gasped but paid no mind, stroking himself slowly, sensually.
He allowed himself to moan, struggling to keep himself from moving too fast. There was something erotic to masturbating in front of his boyfriend, and he loved it.
Finally, he lowered his hand and kicked off his shoes. His mouth watered as he took in Stiles: his rock hard cock, his shaky breaths, his slim, sweaty body. It was utterly beautiful.
Stiles stared up at him, his eyes hooded with lust. He gulped and parted his lips, releasing a shaky moan.
That was the final straw for Derek. With a loud growl, he crawled onto the bed, his body hovering over Stiles. His eyes flashed back and forth between the vibrant crimson alphas bore and his standard color. He faintly heard Stiles’ breath hitch as he leaned down, capturing Stiles’ mouth with his.
It wasn’t a forceful kiss, no. It was slow and sensual, despite the fact Derek wanted to dominate Stiles completely. But God forbid he scare him. Their mouths danced together for a few more moments until Derek broke the kiss. He pulled back, his lips plump and flushed, matching Stiles.
Derek just smirked at him as he grabbed the lube once more. His cock had hardened once again. He poured a generous amount of lube onto his member and rubbed it evenly down his shaft, running his thumb over the tip every so often. Stiles swallowed and watched him closely, his lips parted and his skin flushed.
Keeping their eyes eyes locked together, Derek grabbed Stiles’ firm thighs and spread them even further apart, his mouth watering and his eyes glowing red. He pressed a tender kiss to his inner thigh, smirking as he heard Stiles’ breath hitch in surprise before a breathy moan escaped. Derek continued to litter kisses on the insides of his thighs, smiling with an air of accomplishment as faint bruises began to appear.
“Why’d you stop?” Stiles asked softly, craning his neck to look down at Derek.
Derek raised an eyebrow and looked up, a knowing smile on his face. Instead of responding like a civilized person, the grip he had on Stiles’ thighs tightened and he flipped him over. Stiles released a surprised shout and gave Derek a foul look, frowning. Derek paid no mind to him though. His hands firmly grabbed Stiles’ asscheeks and he parted them. He felt Stiles’ shiver as he leaned forward, giving his crack a generous lick.
Stiles gasped loudly. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked, his voice sounding somewhat frantic.
Derek pulled back and frowned. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked quietly, keeping his eyes locked on his target. He heard and smelled Stiles’ confliction: his increased heart rate, his fear mingled with the scent of his arousal. Finally, Stiles’ swallowed and shook his head.
“No.” With that, Derek dove back in, his tongue prodding at the ring of muscle before moving to explore the rest of his crack. Stiles was mess of moans, enjoying this far too much. Finally, Derek pulled away, causing Stiles to whine with disappointment. “Why’d you stop?” He asked.
“Lube?” Stiles froze and reached above his head, grabbing the small container of lube he bought the day before. He began to hand it to him before he paused, an idea sparking in his mind.
“W-wait. I want to do something for you.” Immediately, a frown engulfed Derek’s features, causing Stiles to release a breathy giggle. Derek was frowning for two reason; first, whenever Stiles wanted to do something for him, it was usually bad and second, Stiles was actually stuttering.
Intrigued, Derek nodded, watching Stiles as he got to his knees and turned around. He crawled forward and bent over, letting his ass protrude into the air. Slowly, Stiles reached forward and gently grabbed Derek’s member, giving it two gracious pumps before he took him into his mouth.
Derek gasped as he was suddenly engulfed in warmth. His hand made its way into Stiles’ hair and he clutched it, forgetting to be gentle. He felt Stiles flinch and he loosened his grip, murmuring a small “sorry”. Derek stared down at him, his lips parted his surprise as he watched Stiles bob with ease.
“Have you been practicing?” He asked quietly, his words more of a groan than a normal tone of voice. Stiles’ vibrated in response, the vibrations sending hot bolts of pleasure straight into Derek’s bloodstream. Derek hissed and threw his head back, feeling himself growing close with each passing bob. “I’m close.” He warned. Stiles pulled back and began pumping, looking up at Stiles with an extremely innocent look. With a quiet groan, Derek pumped a few streams out, which, much to his embarrassment, landed on Stiles’ face and torso.
Stiles released him and cocked his head, running his tongue around his lips to gather some of Derek’s essence into his mouth. He swallowed and shrugged. “Not bad.” He murmured. Derek snorted and pushed him down using his shoulders.
“Lube?” He asked quietly. Stiles frowned and handed it to him, wondering how the hell Derek was going to fuck him while he was soft. Much to his surprise, Derek didn’t apply the lube to his cock; no, he applied it to his fingers.
“What are you doing?” He asked curiously. Stiles had watched porn before hand to see what to expect. No one used lube on their hand… or dick for a matter of fact. Instantly, Stiles frowned and Derek heard his heart spike.
“Relax.” Derek said gently and spread Stiles’ legs once again. “I need to prep you so I don’t hurt you later.” Stiles relaxed and nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. Derek was rather large. Derek got to his knees to get a better angle and slowly slipped a single digit into Stiles.
Stiles first thought was to get away. The feeling was extremely uncomfortable and it showed on his face. Derek didn’t move, watching his face to see when it was okay to add a second finger. Eventually, Stiles nodded and Derek added the second finger gently.
Slowly, Derek began working his fingers, spreading them and fingering Stiles at the same time. Over time, the feeling started to become more pleasurable and Stiles began making small noises of pleasure. His hands gripped the sheets tightly until his knuckles lost color. This went on until Derek was satisfied with his work and he pulled his fingers out. Stiles groaned with frustration and glared at Derek with accusing eyes.
Derek just smirked at him as he grabbed the lube once more. His cock had hardened once again. He poured a generous amount of lube onto his member and rubbed it evenly down his shaft, running his thumb over the tip every so often. Stiles swallowed and watched him closely, his lips parted and his skin flushed. Derek positioned himself at Stiles’ entrance and wetted his lips. Slowly, he slid the tip in.
And holy shit. That shit hurt. Stiles cringed, instantly causing Derek to stop. “Tell me when you’re ready.” He murmured huskily, wanting to just ravage him and claim what was his. Stiles swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut, before nodding. Derek slid forward once again, only stopping when Stiles made a small squeak of pain that made his chest hurt.
“We don’t have to do this.” Derek said softly, leaning forward to kiss the few tears that slipped out of Stiles eyes. “We can just, uh, cuddle. Yeah, cuddling sounds good.” Stiles laughed slightly and shook his head.
“No, I want to do this. Nothing is more romantic than having your first be on Valentine’s Day.” He whispered. Derek frowned and nodded.
“Tell me when I can move.” He murmured. Stiles gave him the affirmative and he slid forward another several inches. Derek was surprised that Stiles didn’t stop him again. With a small sigh, he waited, letting Stiles adjust to his length and thickness.
Stiles had never felt so full before in his entire life. It was a peculiar feeling, really. He wiggled his hips, smirking to himself when he heard Derek’s breath catch in his throat. “I’m ready.” He whispered and looked up at Derek with a small smile.
With a tender kiss to Stiles’ forehead, Derek began to roll his hips, focusing on pleasing Stiles. Stiles’ face screwed up at the odd sensation, trying to get used to the feeling. Derek switched his angle and thrusted forward. Stiles gasped and arched his back, digging his nails into Derek’s forearms.
“R-right there. Oh my god, right there!” Stiles moaned. Derek growled, his teeth elongating past his lips. He continued to rut his hips against Stiles, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air, mingled with the sound of Stiles’ moans and his own growls. Derek groaned and leaned down, carefully pressing his lips to Stiles’.
Stiles writhed with pleasure, feeling like a mess. Derek wrapped his hand around Stiles’ cock and slowly stroked it, assisting him to his peak. “I’m… I’m…” Stiles arched his back with one last cry and came all over Derek’s hand a stomach. He fell back limply and shuddered, breathing hard, feeling spent.
Derek’s thrusts became more and more ragged before he thrusted deep and released himself deep inside Stiles. He swallowed and pulled out slowly, falling down besides Stiles. Instantly, Stiles curled up against him, his nose tickling his chest.
“Sorry.” Derek murmured, reaching up to brush a stray hair away from Stiles’ face. Stiles’ smiled before bursting into tears. Alarmed, Derek sat up and began looking him over frantically. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He demanded to know, his thumbs brushing the tears again.
Stiles laughed and shook his head. “No. It’s just… it’s just… I love you so much.” It felt like a giant weight was lifted off of Stiles’ chest. Fuck, did he love Derek. His own sourwolf.
Derek paused and let a smile grace his features as he laid back down besides Stiles. “I love you too.” He whispered and captured his lips in a steamy kiss.
“When the wind calls, you know, that somewhere in the mountains, it has found the answers that you were looking for. The pull of the horizon overcomes the inertia of reason…And you just have to go.”—Vikram Oberoi
A/N: changed one word of the prompt, but it still means the same. Happy reading!
“Betty, could you hold the ladder for me while I pin this up?” Veronica, from her precarious spot at the top of the tower, watches as Betty registers her position and rushes to the base of the ladder.
“Ronnie, why did you ask me before you climbed all the way up the ladder?”
The girl is question shrugs. “I didn’t need your help until then.”
Betty sighs, taking one hand off the ladder to motion Veronica to continue with her task. She reaches over to place the fabric banner where it needs to be, a stretch of skin appearing as her Vixen shirt rides up. Betty pretends she isn’t staring.
Ronnie lifts one leg up to give herself more reach, almost her entire torso hovering over the ten-foot drop next to the ladder.
Betty shouts, exasperated. “Ronnie! If you need to reach further over, just move the ladder! You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“Oh, Bettyboo, you’ll be fine.”
She sighs. “Please, just move the ladder, Ronnie.”
“Why don’t you come up here and make me?”
Ronnie looks down at her, and eyebrow raised, banner temporarily forgotten.
Betty pauses, the look on Veronica’s face a little too intense for Betty to brush off. At a loss for words, her mouth bobs open and closed before finally settling on, “Why don’t you come down here and make me?”
Ronnie snaps out of her gaze, shaking her head and laughing. “Bets, that doesn’t even make sense.”
“Chop chop, ladies,” Cheryl interrupts, moving past them while looking over the clipboard in her hand. “This gym won’t decorate itself.” She finally looks up at the two of them, hair swinging around her shoulder and eyebrow raised. “And please, stop flirting. It’s like watching two hobos make love in an alleyway.” With that, she walks off once more, a blushing B and V in her wake.