i think than as far as closings go heroes did a pretty good job

atlantis: the lost empire
sentence starters.

  • it’s just a myth, isn’t it? 
  • that is where you’d be wrong. 
  • impossible, you say?
  • i’ll take your questions now. 
  • don’t let it happen again! 
  • well, this is it. i am finally getting out of the dungeon. 
  • they can’t do this to me! 
  • i swear, he gets crazier every year. 
  • if i ever hear that word again, i’ll step in front of a bus!
  • i have new evidence that– 
  • we depend on you. 
  • you have a lot of potential. don’t throw it all away chasing fairytales. 
  • i can prove it exists! 
  • how did you get in here? 
  • i came down the chimney. ho, ho, ho. 
  • i’m acting on behalf of my employer who has a most intriguing proposition for you. 
  • are we clear? 
  • relax. he doesn’t bite… often. 
  • join me in a little yoga? 
  • he was crazy as a fruit bat, he was. 
  • he knew how much i liked my privacy.
  • i keep a low profile. 
  • he said if anything were to happen to him, i should give it to you when you were ready. 
  • i wasn’t born yesterday, son. 
  • yeah, looks like gibberish to me. 
  • it’s not gibberish to me.
  • i will make them believe. 
  • this is exactly what i wanted to hear. 
  • i am a man who keeps his word. 
  • i’m going to the afterlife with a clear conscience. 
  • if i could bring back just one shred of proof… that’d be enough for me.
  • don’t like to leave loose ends. 
  • i’m your man – you will not regret this! 
  • boy i am so excited, i can’t even hold it in! 
  • what in the cockadoodle is cilantro? 
  • i got your four basic food groups – beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard! 
  • alright, cowboy. pack it up and move it out. 
  • if you’re looking for the pony rides, they’re back there. 
  • you dropped your dynamite. 
  • what else have you, uh, got in there? 
  • when you settle a bet, you settle a bet. 
  • he always believed you couldn’t put a price on the pursuit of knowledge. 
  • this should be enriching for all of us.
  • you ask too many questions. 
  • do not be such a crybaby. 
  • now tell me your story, my little friend.
  • what have i told you about playing nice with the other kids?
  • i used to take lunch money from guys like this.
  • hard to believe he’s still single.
  • do you want to do my job? be my guest.
  • we’re getting killed out here!
  • we have a crisis on our hands. 
  • we’ve been up this particular creek before… and we’ve always come through, paddle or no paddle. 
  • from here on in, everyone pulls double duty.
  • looks like all our chances for survival rest with you. 
  • we’re all gonna die. 
  • put out that cigarette.
  • you didn’t just drink that, did you?
  • don’t move. don’t breathe. don’t do anything, except pray maybe.
  • you’re so skinny, if you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, you’d look like a zipper. 
  • we’ve been pretty tough on the kid. what do you say we cut him some slack? 
  • don’t you ever close that book?
  • relax. we don’t get paid overtime.
  • sometimes i get a little carried away.
  • i guess i’m still a little rusty at this.
  • and now i’m telling you, you don’t wanna know.
  • i’m gonna kill him.
  • go back to bed.
  • alright, who’s not dead?
  • now don’t everybody jump up at once.
  • you really came through.they can smell fear just by looking at you.
  • about time someone hit him.
  • we come in peace.
  • someone’s having a good time. 
  • he’s like a kid at christmas.
  • this changes everything. 
  • this changes nothing.
  • your journey has been in vain.
  • a thousand years ago, you would have slain them on sight.
  • we were once a great people. now we live in ruins.
  • the kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen.
  • our way of life is dying.
  • someone needs to talk to her. someone with good people skills.
  • i have some questions for you and you are not leaving this city until they are answered.
  • you are a scholar, are you not? judging from your diminished physique and large forehead, you are suited for nothing else.
  • you got another question for me?
  • that’s what i do, that’s my job.
  • such knowledge has been lost to us.
  • how was my accent?
  • that’s an easy thing to miss.
  • i just wish he could be standing here with me.
  • we are not thriving. true, our people live, but our culture is dying.
  • we are like a stone the ocean beats against. with each passing year, a little more of us is worn away.
  • i have brought you to this place to ask you for your help.
  • you do swim, do you not?
  • why don’t you lead the way because i have no idea where we’re going.
  • what’s… what’s with all the guns? 
  • i am such an idiot. 
  • this is just another treasure hunt for you.
  • i would’ve told you sooner but it was strictly on a need-to-know-basis… and, well. now you know.
  • i had to be sure you were one of us. 
  • i’m no mercenary. 
  • mercenary? i prefer the term “adventure capitalist”.
  • you don’t know what you’re tampering with.
  • you take that away, and they’ll die.
  • if you gave back every stolen artefact from a museum, you’d be left with an empty building. 
  • we’re just providing a necessary service to the archeological community.
  • i’ve got to admit, i’m disappointed.
  • for once, do the smart thing. 
  • i really hate it when negotiations go sour.
  • tell them to drop their weapons now!
  • you’re not applying yourself.
  • i’d suggest you put a bandage of that bleeding heart of yours.
  • you don’t have the slightest idea what this power of capable of.
  • why don’t you translate and i’ll wave the gun around.
  • no don’t! don’t touch her!
  • but that’s what it’s all about, right? money.
  • you’ve read darwin. it’s called natural selection. we’re just helping it along.
  • we’re all going to die. 
  • this is wrong and you know it.
  • we’re this close to our biggest payday ever and you pick now of all times to grow a conscience?!
  • we’ve done a lot of things we’re not proud of, but nobody got hurt.
  • i followed you in, and i’ll follow you out.
  • well, i think we’ve seen how effective my decisions have been.
  • it’s been my experience that when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.
  • i didn’t say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing to do.
  • we better make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.
  • bring jerky and ammo.
  • i love it when i win.
  • don’t get shot.
  • you told me he only had guns!
  • less talk, more saw.
  • looks like somebody’s working overtime.
  • i really wish i had a better idea than this.
  • you said we were in this together!
  • well, i have to hand it to you. you’re a bigger pain in the neck than i would have ever though possible. 
  • it takes a lot to get under my skin, but congratulations. you just won the solid gold kewpie doll.
  • if we don’t get out of here, we’ll die.
  • i only wish there was more we could do for you.
  • i don’t think the world needs another hero. 
  • i hear there’s an opening down here for an expert in gibberish.
  • you take good care of yourself.
  • let me get this straight… you didn’t find anything?
  • i’m going to miss that boy.
  • i hope this piece of proof is enough for you.
Heartstrings and. . .webstrings

Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

Peter parker x reader

Prompt: soulmate au where soulmates have matching tatoos

As he swung around the city Peter couldn’t feel the wind through his mask but the view was more than enough to take his mind off of it. 

He could almost see to the other side of New York.

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anonymous asked:

Since you mentioned that Sansa is mostly like Ned in terms of personality, which i agree 100%, how do you think Ned and Sansa's relationship was like?

Ooh, interesting question. Well, at least on the surface, I think Sansa was one of his children Ned felt like he had to worry about the least. Robb would get a lot of attention as Ned’s heir, of course, and it’s also Ned’s job to train Bran and eventually Rickon as Northern lords ready to take over the running of Winterfell as a just-in-case policy, as Ned himself - also a younger son - was forced to do after his older brother’s death. (Which we see with Bran being required to attend that beheading way back when, for example.) Arya is the wild child, getting extra attention both because of her resemblance to Lyanna and in the general sense that ‘the squeaky wheel gets the grease.’ And Jon is obviously a separate issue and gigantic can of worms all on his own.

So where does that leave Sansa? She’s a good girl, she’s pretty and smart and well-behaved, and she wants to be the thing she’s supposed to be: a lady. And because she’s a girl, her education is already the provenance of her mother, not her father; it’s Catelyn’s job to make sure Sansa knows what she needs to know about manners and graces and running a household and so on, not Ned’s - for one thing, he wouldn’t know where to start. And we see the effects of this on the current narrative, where Sansa is more likely to refer to her mother than her father as a role model - “I must be strong, like my lady mother” and etc. So I can see where some people might get the idea that these two had a relatively more distant relationship than Ned and his other kids.

But…am I going to stop there? Haha, of course not. Because like I said, Ned and Sansa also seem to have the most similar personalities of all the Starks. Here’s a GoT quote from one of the Bran sections to think about:

He [Ned] had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day, and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the evening and talk softly of the age of heroes and the children of the forest.

This is interesting for a couple reasons. One is that we have Bran commenting on Ned’s apparent ability to slip in and out of different personalities depending on the role requiring of him - an ability that Sansa will soon need to develop. Another is that it gives us definite evidence that Ned, for all his supposedly grim and gloomy personality, also had an affection for songs and stories that even extending to telling them. And the other Stark with the most noted love of stories is, of course, Sansa. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if part of Sansa’s love for storytelling comes at least in part from memories of her father sharing these tales with her and her siblings.

Here’s another GoT Bran quote:

He had taken off Father’s face, Bran thought, and donned the face of Lord Stark of Winterfell.

Once again, this is Ned showing his ability to compartmentalize different parts of his personality in order to get the job done - the exact same ability that Sansa will come to develop (somewhat to excess) later in her life. She didn’t learn this trick from Catelyn; Cat was smart and tough and savvy but emotionally far healthier and less repressed than her husband, and never showed much evidence of Ned’s (probably trauma-acquired) neat trick of packing up his emotions and putting them away till later. Sansa develops this same trick mainly as a result of her own trauma, of course - but with the help, I would argue, of her father’s behavior to base it on. It’s honestly pretty impressive that despite everything she’s been through and all the intense repression and denial of feelings she’s been forced into, Sansa still hasn’t gone crazy - and part of that might be because she had a positive role model like Ned to show her that you can compartmentalize without losing yourself in the process. Sansa has always been very observant, and whether she realized it or not, I think she watched her father very closely and unconsciously picked up on a lot of his subtle coping mechanisms as a child.

As far as Ned himself, I don’t know that he ever fully realized how similar Sansa was to him - given her youth and gender, there weren’t a lot of chances for her to show it off, you know? But I would bet that Ned had at least a few moments of looking at his daughter and getting that dizzying sense of looking at his younger self - her stubborn insistence that Joffrey is her ‘one true love,’ for example, isn’t that far off from Ned’s own blind devotion to Robert and refusal to see his friend’s flaws when he was a young man.

It’s always harder for a parent to deal with the children that are most like them rather than the children least like them, and in my opinion that contributed somewhat to Ned’s difficulty in making Sansa understand him at that time (though honestly every adult in her life did a terrible job of explaining things to Sansa, he was far from alone). It’s rarely pleasant to have your own flaws reflected back at you from your offspring, and it’s pretty understandable that Ned struggled to get through to Sansa in that instance, considering how much he was still struggling to get past his own idealized version of Robert. So there was certainly room for conflict between the two of them as a result of their similarities, and if Ned had lived and Sansa had had a normal teenagerhood I’m sure this would have developed further, as it usually does in pretty much all families with a teenager.

But in the end? Ned was devoted to Sansa, just like he was to all his children, and Sansa adored Ned. It was a loving and healthy father-daughter relationship - and, like all the Stark relationships, pretty remarkable, given the extent of the dysfunction we’ve seen in the families of the other noble Houses. (Yikes, I’m going to tear up just writing this. You are missed, Ned.)

Sidenote: I drew from another online article when writing this, which is where I took my two book quotes from, but I have unfortunately misplaced the link; if I manage to find it again, I will add it here, and if not, apologies for the lack of citation.

Tech Support (Peter Parker x reader)

summary: when your computer crashes at four a.m., there’s only one person who can save you: the IT guy

warnings: none

prompt: “my computer crashed and you’re the student worker at the IT center” from this prompt list 

pairings: peter parker x reader

words: 1.8k

a/n: you KNOW peter would be the cutest IT guy at his college

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No one asked for this, but I got the idea and just thought I’d put it here.

Your phone chirped under your pillow. It was rare for you to actually have the ringer on so the sound startled you out of your sleep. Curiosity made you grab your phone, wondering who could be texting you at this hour. It was 3 AM, and the texter was Peter Parker your best friend and boyfriend though the best friend part had been going on way longer than the boyfriend part.

-Can I come over?

-Pete, it’s 3

-I just really need to see you.

You gave it a thought as you lie in bed. Your parents were fast asleep and wouldn’t wake back up for another three to four hours. Peter never asked to come see you in the middle of the night unless it was important.

-Come on

You sent the text then got out of bed. There were  few things you needed to do before your web slinging boyfriend made his way to your window. However just as you stood up to get yourself together there was a knock on your window. You groaned. Sure he’d seen you like this before, but with him being your boyfriend and all you wanted to at least take of your bonnet. Either way, it was too late so you opened up the window and stepped aside so peter could come in. He looked sad… like really sad. As you looked up at him you noticed how red and puffy his eyes were… he’d been crying.

“Pete, what’s wrong?” you crooned opening your arms to take him into a hug. He didn’t respond he just kept hugging you and with the shudder of his body you assumed he was crying again. You slowly lead him to your bed so the two of you could sit down.

“I couldn’t save them,” Peter uttered after the two of you sat and he let go of you. He stared down at the floor, tears still falling. You knew there was nothing you could really say so you just hugged him again, tucking his head into the space between your neck and shoulder and resting your cheek against the top of his head.

“They were right there, Y/N, and- and the building was burning and I-” he was crying hard again and you just held him tighter quietly hushing him. A few more moments passed and the tears weren’t falling anymore, Peter just stared at the far wall blankly, then he spoke again.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Oh shut up, Parker,” you sighed, smiling a little bit though, “if you need me I’m here. That’s sort of in my job description… in like both of them. I know what I was getting into when I decided to ask my best friend out.”

“It’s three in the morning though, and we have school-”

“Shut up, Pete,” you huffed again, “I don’t mind. I want to be here for you.”

There was silence. Within that silence you noticed Peter was still in his Spider-Man suit. You had some of his clothes in your drawers… waaay in the back where no one but you would find them. They were from years of careful thieving, but now they seemed to come in handy. You got up, Peter made a sound of protest as you did so. You continued across the room though and went through your drawers until you found one of his shirts and his pajama pants. You tossed them to him as you turned around to go back to your bed.

“I’ve been looking for these.”

“I stole them,” you shrugged.

A ghost of a smile played on his lips.

“You can change over there, I promise I won’t look.” You covered your eyes and turned the opposite direction. You could hear him trying to get changed as quickly as physically possible. It’s not like this was the first time Peter had come to your home in the middle of the night in need of comfort. You remembered the time Tony took the suit away from Peter, how he came to your window, scaring the shit out of you, in need of a hug. Back then you were just friends, but you realized you were in love with him that night. He told you he was the Spider-Man everyone was raving about, and that he’d messed up so bad that he wasn’t sure if he could continue to be a superhero. Then you just held him, until he fell asleep and while he slept you thought about everything, about how you felt, about how he could feel, and you decided to say nothing. He needed a friend, then, he needed normalcy so that’s what you gave him. Yes, it hurt when he went to homecoming with Liz… but it hurt worse when he left early and you knew he was getting into trouble. That night you vowed to just tell him, because he was your best friend, you told each other everything. Also, he was Spider-Man and he could get hurt so easily.

“You can turn around,” Peter spoke from behind you. You pulled your covers back, enough for the both of you then laid down. When you noticed he was standing awkwardly at the side of your bed you rolled your eyes and motioned for him to join you. After you were comfortable you opened your arms to him. He sunk lower in the bed so he could rest his head just under your collarbone. You buried one hand in his hair, lazily massaging his scalp, and the other hand rested on the arm he had slung over your waist.

“It’s alright, Pete,” you murmured.

“It’s not alright, don’t say that,” he grumbled.

“You have to let me finish. It’s alright to be upset right now. You should be, but don’t let this stop you. Sometimes heroes save people, sometimes people get hurt when they do… but if heroes do nothing for fear of someone getting hurt then no one gets saved,” You could feel a few of his tears soak into your t-shirt, “You can’t focus on the losses, it’ll tear you apart… at least that’s what mom says about the people in the hospitals. When she loses a patient she wants to cry every time, but if she gives up after every loss then who knows what will happen to the people destined to be saved by her. She has to pick herself up and carry on. She learns from the people she lost to better save the people of tomorrow. And that’s what you gotta do, babe. This hurts, I know, but all you can do is learn, and try to be better next time.” You kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger there for longer than normal. Peter held you a bit tighter, but you didn’t mind. Peter was warm and he smelled like cologne. It wasn’t overbearing, it was light but there, and you knew tomorrow morning your bed would still smell like him.

“Thanks,” he murmured.

“That’s what I’m here for,” you waved off his thanks.

“No really,” Peter sat up a little bit to look you in the eyes, “You’re the best.”

“I’ll always be here for you, Pete. Always.”

He settled back into your comforting embrace, satisfied with your response. You closed your eyes ready to go to sleep as the silence between the two of you set in, but Peter spoke again.

“Mr. Stark thinks you’re too pretty for me,” Peter laughed a little, “I mean he’s right about that, but also I just think you’re just all around too good.”

“You talk to Tony Stark about me?” you laughed a little.

“I talk to anyone who will listen about you,” he chuckled ruefully, “but Mr.Stark asked, and I told him you’re the most caring, kind person I know.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“You’ve always been there for me, Y/N.”

“And I always will be. Even if for some reason we don’t work out as a couple, you’ll always be my best friend.”

~Mod Lillian

Why I love Tenya Iida (and you should too!)

Alright so I know that all I’ve been actually posting on this account are just Kacchako related stuff but let’s be real, my username is iidas-trashcan and well, Tumblr isn’t doing a good job of representing him. If you look up most character tags, there are many, many solo pictures of the other characters but with Iida, most images or edits include him in group environments but he doesn’t have much solo images and that honestly upsets me. Iida is a character that is shown to have a lot of thought really put into him and he is the embodiment of what you look for in a friend or even a leader so it really does really make me sad when no one has as much love for him like people have for the other characters.

I mean to start off, this guy is the biggest dork in the entire series and I mean this with a fiery passion. I mean look at the way he talks to Bakugou on the first day of class:

To how he is trying to figure out how to embody the villain role during the class training

To at the sports festival when fighting with Mei

To even this adorable panel that he is notorious for

Of course I’m missing tons of moments since I’ve only done a read through of the manga once, but most definitely throughout the manga, there are little panels here and there that really amplify the fun and funny part of his character that comes with his serious personality. I even made a post about how cute Iida was being during Chapter 101 that also gives a pretty good idea on how cute he can be.

But, of course, being dorky isn’t the only thing to look at when looking at a character because, let’s face it, other characters like Denki and Kirishima have their characters based on that so Iida has to have that extra element added to him to make him different from the others. And what better way to achieve that than to make him not only a wonderful leader for the class but one of the most selfless and humble characters in the entire manga.

I mean one of the first scenes we get from him is when he chastises Deku for almost messing up Ochako’s groove during the entrance exam

Then we have him telling Deku as to why he voted for him for Class President when he could have easily voted for himself since he wanted the position so bad and leads him to finally reveal his family that he slightly wanted to keep under wraps

And then, shortly after that, even though he isn’t class president or doesn’t have any type of leadership position, he takes it upon himself to find a way to calm the frantic students at UA

During the rescue training, we then see him slightly arguing with his classmates in regards to leaving them alone to deal with villains while going to get help

And even when he knew he was going to get a medal at the Sports Festival (which there could have been higher benefits for him if he decided to stay), he left immediately so he could be there for his family and his severely injured brother

WHICH leads me to internal struggles Iida went through afterwards after discovering that the Hero Killer pretty much wrecked his brother, or the arc that changed Iida as a character for most readers.

See, for me personally, this arc really showed a lot about Iida’s character that was masked before. True, we knew he cared about his brother immensely and we already established that he’s a humble and selfless man but did we know that he’s someone capable of pursuing revenge for his loved ones or someone that would keep his own feelings under wrap and handle the situation all of it himself? Probably not, especially since he is seen as a virtuous and noble character yet I loved this arc because it completely dismantled that image of Iida and pushed him to grow that you can see later on (which I’ll talk about that in a little bit).

I mean, for starters, because he feels this is an issue that doesn’t involve others and something only he can do, he keeps his feelings super hidden from individuals he considers to be his closest friends, which is unusual for his character to begin with since he’s pretty open with talking about his feelings  and concerns he has.

He then uses and actually manipulates a pro hero to be able to get close to the Hero Killer, again completely opposite of his virtuous self that he has been portraying all throughout the manga

And when Deku and Todoroki comes in, you can actually see the anguish in his face as people are getting involved and hurt because of his actions

And of course, with the power of teamwork and all that hoo-hah, he grows from this experience and learns that the behaviors he was inhibiting prevented him from acting like a leader and now has a firsthand experience of going down the wrong path and hurting individuals around by keeping secrets away.

Now, of course, if this was it, well then I might as well change my url to ochakos-trashcan because most Shounen heroes go through that change at some point. It’s not a bad thing usually but it’s too common to really commemorate a character based solely on that.

Of course, I think Horikoshi caught the “good writing” bug early on because he certainly doesn’t let this growth that Iida got back then go to waste.

To be truthful, I’m absolutely positive there were moments during the actual end of term exam and the training grounds that will prove this point as well but again, I’ve only done one read through of the manga so far so certain details will go past me. I apologize for that.

The scene that I’m going to bring up is the famous “Iida screams and slaps Deku” moment because OH BOY, not only does that show his growth but really builds the picture and insight of Iida’s character that may not have been there before.

I mean, look at the way he confronts Deku over here, 

This is just SO FREAKIN POWERFUL, especially in the context of Iida. I can see how some people might see it him taking it too far, especially with his reaction in the end, but, honestly he is seeing Deku going to through the exact same anguish and guilt and pressure that he went through with his brother and knows how it feels to go through that alone. True Deku had the others with him but it doesn’t change any personal inner feelings Deku has towards the situation and Iida knows that. Iida knows how it feels to have people around you supporting you but internally not accepting that. He’s screaming at Deku because he cares and loves Deku and doesn’t want him to go down the same dark path he was going down with his anguish. It’s so tragic and beautiful and he even proves more on how he’s a leader and how he cares about everyone when he goes on the mission with them, knowing full well of all the consequences that occur from that but it’s the drive and passion to not leave anyone behind and feel the same as he did that truly proves he’s meant to be a hero and a leader when he’s willing to himself in that position for another classmate.

Alright so I know I got redundant here and kind of said the same things like multiple times but I honestly can’t help it. Even though the manga has just reached a little over 100 chapters, characters like Iida have already gone through so much development and he has shown time and time again how he is more than the virtuous stereotype that embodies his character and I absolutely adore that in a character. However, it upsets me significantly to see people not appreciating Iida as much as the other characters because he deserves as much love as other characters. I don’t know if it’s because he’s not as attractive as other characters (which yooo he a bishie in his own rectangle way mmmhhmhmm) or maybe because his strict behavior gets on people’s nerves, I’m not sure but after Iida has shown us and gone through, it’s really hard not to make him my favorite male character in the series and not admire the writing Horikoshi put into his character. I truly hope one day people will see him in a better light and appreciate his amazingness as much as other characters.

Candids [Jason x Photojournalist!Reader]

A/N: Soz about not getting this up right away and I apologize even more in advance if this was shite. This is my second draft and a repost (due to errors) so I hope it’s alright. 

Y/N = your name.

One perk that came with being a freelance photojournalist meant you got to take cool candids for your blog. One perk that came with being a freelance photojournalist in Gotham, meant you got to take cool candids of the city’s very own vigilantes in action for your very dedicated blog.

People often asked you why you didn’t work with any of the news agencies like Gotham Gazette or GNN but you had, as an intern and you hated the working conditions. You were on call 24/7 and your deadlines were tight and sometimes you were out for hours following the action. Instead, you ended up selling some of your photos to them whenever they need material.

Now you worked on your own terms and your blog was decently successful. People from all over read your articles and shared your work, even though it was mostly just you gushing professionally about Batman and his group of birds and bats.

You had gotten a cold from lack of sleep and a stakeout at the docks from last week so you hadn’t been keeping up your blog, but the feeling of drowsiness and constant hacking of your lungs had lessened over the past few days so you decided it was time to get back into the kick of things.

Talk on social media said Nightwing was apparently back in town so you wanted to try and get some good shots of him before he went back into hiding. With your gear bag, you headed out for your hunt.

Two hours had passed on your stakeout and so far, all you had were a couple shots of the Pioneer’s bridge from your spot. You looked around through your camera and noticed someone sitting on the ledge of the clock tower a few blocks from you. You couldn’t tell who it was but you were hoping it was Nightwing.

You drove over and located the back door, instantly regretting your decisions when you noticed how many flights of stairs you had between you and your destination.

“The things I do for my blog…” You sighed as you tried to quicken up your pace before you missed Nightwing. The door to rooftop was alright slightly ajar so you quietly pushed it open to see if someone was still out there and to your surprise, they were.

You had been hoping it was Nightwing, but it wasn’t. It was the Red Hood in all his glory, sitting next to the gargoyle. He was dressed in his usual leather jacket and red helmet. He looked to almost be, pondering about something. You quickly uncapped your camera and got your angle right but what you had forgotten to do was turn off your flash.

You should have been more careful but it was too late to fix your mistake because the bright light had caught the vigilante’s attention and before you knew it, you were being held at gun point. The Red Hood stood against the ledge he was previously occupying with a gun aimed directly at you.

You let out a yelp of surprise as your camera fell against your abdomen and your hands came up in surrender.

“WHO ARE YOU AND WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?” The Red Hood shouted as you tried to take a step back. That was your second mistake because he clicked off the safety lock of his gun and you knew if you dared to move another muscle, the next click wouldn’t be the safety lock returning to place.

You had heard the stories of the Red Hood and although it seemed less terrifying over your computer screen, you were nearly wetting your pants at the sheer thought of what he could do. “I-I don’t work for anyone! I’m a freelance journalist!”

“A what?” He asked and you trembled in your spot.

“A freelance journalist, I take photos of Gotham’s vigilantes and write articles about you guys on my blog.” You replied as you tried to sound brave but that wall came tumbling down as the masked vigilante walked up to you, gun still pointed. You whimpered as you closed your eyes.

Is this how you were going to die? Is this what they call “death on the job” because you’re not sure whether this is how you wanted to go.

You were sure he was going to blow your brain to mush with a click of the trigger but instead, you heard a slight snort and the gun being put back into his holster.

You opened your eyes slowly and looked up at the man in front you. You only ever got shots of him from far away but wow, was he ever tall and bulky…

“So you’re a fan? I didn’t know I had those.” He crossed his arms across his chest, adorned in with the red bat symbol.

“Y-yeah?” You wanted to tell him how he was quite well-liked within the community of readers on your blog but your voice faded out before you had the chance. You stood up a little straighter and gave a tiny cough. “My readers quite like you. They question your ethics but I might have accidentally swayed their opinions from that…”

“You’ve written articles about me?”

You were a bit taken back by the question but you nodded anyway, “Well, you are a vigilante, are you not?”

He thought about it for a second before chuckling, “I think I’m more of the anti-hero.”

You cocked your head to the side, capping your camera as you waited for an answer.

“I kill people and last I checked, everyone else sort of just injures them or knocks ‘em out for the cops to deal with.”

“But you’re still doing for the city, even if it’s not ethical… per say, you still get rid of the bad guys.” Red Hood shrugged in response.

The two of you stood in awkward silence for a couple seconds before he spoke up. “Do you have any cool candids of me to share?” You looked up in surprise and all though you couldn’t see his face, it sounded like he was smiling.

The two of you walked over to the ledge and you went through your camera, showing him the photos you had of him on your memory card. He took the time to admire them and ask about your job. It didn’t come as a surprise that he was a nice guy, but his funny personality kind of did. He joked around with you and even shared a few laughs and by the end of the night, you had long forgotten about why you even came up here in the first place.

He didn’t talk much about himself except how he died once and this was one of his favourite places to come when he wanted time alone to think or take up the view of the city, although he was very adamant you did not disclose that information to anyone. You zipped your lip and threw the invisible key, to which he laughed at.

Depicting body language came with the job as a writer and from the way he moved when he talked about himself, you could take from that the life of being an “anti-hero” was pretty lonely. You wanted to ask him for his opinion about relationships as a vigilante but thought better than to impede on his personal life.

He also took the time to apologize for holding you at gun point but you just brushed him off telling him you should be the one apologizing for trying to sneak up on him like that.

The two of you just hung out side by side as you took some quick photos of the view. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see Red Hood trying to take subtle glances at you, but you pretended not to notice. He was probably looking at something else or still tense from you sneaking up on him. After all, he was trained to be wary and vigilant of people and surroundings.

“Uh, I should probably head home to write my article… Plus you have a city to protect and all.” You smiled awkwardly as you packed up your stuff.

“Yeah, thank you for keeping me company.” Red Hood nodded along before looking around. “Do you have a safe way home?”

“I got my car downstairs.” You pointed your thumb at the door and started walking backward. “I guess I’ll see you around, don’t die again!”

The two of you shared a nod and you left. A hand came up to your chest as you bent over to breathe once the door was closed. Really? Don’t die again? Who the hell says that to a guy who once died? You couldn’t be more mortified at your choice of words, and before you could think anymore, you ran down the steps of the creepy stairs and got in your car to leave.

You spent the remainder of the night writing your article in your dimly lit apartment about how lonely the crime-fighting life can get. You could only assume how hard it was to find love and keep up relationships when you had bad guys going after you and your job consisted of putting yourself on the cusp of death every night. You wrote your thoughts down and checked it for errors before attaching the slightly edited photo of the Red Hood sitting next to his favourite gargoyle, Francis as he called it, before publishing it.

Over the course of the next few days, reads and comments poured in on your post, some agreeing with you and others asking where you got your “source” from. Many were amazed at how close and personal the photo was, stopping in the comments to ask if you knew him personally. You couldn’t address the last two so you just left them as it was and carried on with your other stuff.

The next time you saw him, you were catching Red Hood taking down a few thugs in Crime Alley. The photos worked out beautifully and you were just about to leave your spot in the alley across when he noticed your camera peeking out. The two of you stared at each other for a split second before you ran out the other side of your alley and drove off. The time after that, he was fighting alongside Arsenal to stop a drug shipment down at the docks. That one was a difficult scene to capture and just when you thought you had a good photo, you realized he had caught you once again and this time gave you a thumbs up in your photo. The fight was getting bad and the sound of more men coming scared you off.

You were still a little embarrassed about your awkward departure so you tried to make sure you always left before the fight was over, to avoid contact with him.

Tonight was a stakeout night so you were back at the rooftop a few blocks from the clock tower. The one that gave you a good view of his gargoyle. It was around two in the morning when you thought you had seen him perched in his usual spot tonight, but when you brought your camera up to your face, the figure was gone.

You were slightly disappointed. You took quite a liking to the red helmet wearing vigilante, but of course, you couldn’t come forth with that kind of confession to someone you didn’t really know and after your awkward departure, you really couldn’t work up the guts to face him again.

You were scoping out the rooftops through your camera, panning over for any signs of the bright red helmet when you turned to the side and yelped as the familiar red bat symbol had come into a close-up view. You let your camera fall against you as you bent over to catch your breath and calm your heartbeat. “Now I know how that feels.”

A chuckle came from him, slightly muffled from his mask but nonetheless loud enough for you to catch. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he stood in front of you. “Have you been avoiding me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I told you I kept a safe distance from the action. I don’t want to get involved.” You defended yourself as you packed up.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, I would protect you if someone else caught you.” The cocky attitude was laced in his words and you couldn’t help but blush.

“Why waste your time?”

“Because who else is going to take sexy candids of me during my fights if Gotham lost their best photojournalist?” He leaned up against the ledge of the building as you stopped for a moment. “I read your article by the way. The one with me and the gargoyle.”

Your eyes widened as you blushed furiously, “And?”

“It was really well-written. You hit the nail right on the head.” He praised you and your heart swelled at his compliment. The Red Hood just complimented your work. The Red Hood read your work. “But to be honest, I wasn’t feeling all that lonely that night. I had you to talk to, and I quite enjoyed our time so it was a shame you never came back to visit. I was expecting you to when you said you would see me around.”

Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you looked up to meet his masked eyes. “It looks like you’re closing shop for the night but if you get the chance next time, come visit Francis and I. If not, I’ll look for you myself.” And with that, he was gone. You heard him grapple away but you were still in shock from what he said to move.



Tagging: @a-fallen-little-pine-cone @cupoftim 

Complimentary Tag: @kindaace 

Assassin!reader x Deadpool

Pairing: Platonic

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Cursing & gore (bc it’s deadpool)

Summary: The reader is sent to assassinate Deadpool

You’d been staking him out for about two weeks now. He was strange to say the least. You’d been watching him from the building across from his apartment which was pretty goddamn grotesque but so was the rat infested shithole you’d been staying in. Luckily he spent most of his time on jobs or doing weird shit in alleys with the local feral cats. You’d been hired by your usual client Mr. Jackson though you were one hundred percent sure that wasn’t his real name you couldn’t be bothered to care. You always delivered and so did he.

Currently, Deadpool was making dinner but was just throwing the entire pot of wet spaghetti at the wall, you sighed. This is how it’d been, you watching him, you got his schedule down for the most part and tonight was the night. You didn’t grow attached to your hits, but you had to admit you were kind of fond of the fucker. He wasn’t a hero but he wasn’t a villain either, you heard he was an annoying dick but he didn’t seem that bad. He was much better than the two men you had to work with.

You grabbed your walkie talkie from the table next to you, “Are you in position Jones?” You said, already rolling your eyes at the expected reply.

“What the hell do you think I’m sitting on this roof for the past six hours to jerk it into the wind?” He said back, laughing at his own joke.

You didn’t respond, “Bennet?” you ask.

“Yeah I’m just jerking off next to Jones.” He chuckled.

“Dude what the hell.” Jones said.

“What?” Bennet replied, confused by his own idiocy.

“Move in.” You command as you grab your bag, pretending like you don’t hear theie comments about how they don’t take orders from you.

Bennet follows behind you as you signal for three, but Bennet breaks in on two.

You huff and grind your teeth down to stop yourself from putting one in him.

“What the fu-” Deadpool shoots up. “Well I have to say I wasn’t expecting guests, excuse the mess.” He pulled out a gun from his couch cushions and began shooting at you and Bennet.

You ducked behind a counter and yelled over the com at Jones “Take the shot Jones!”

You waited for a reply but none came “Jones!” You yelled again over the gunfire

“Sorry (y/n)” Bennet said with a half-smile as he turned to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you saw him reach for his gun and point it at you.

“Bennet what are you doing?” You crawl back, hitting your back against the cabinet.

“You’re the target. Mr. Jackson’s orders.” He cocked his gun as you moved quickly to run.

“Hey! It’s only fun if you play along!” Deadpool said in a child-like voice as he came around the corner. “Oh.” He said as you ran past him, ducking behind a beaten to hell lazy boy chair.

Then you heard shots break through the windows, tearing bullet holes through the chair and floor around you. It was Jones shooting at you from the roof. That son of a bitch.

“You know it’s pretty rude to come to someone’s home and treat them like they’re not even there!” Deadpool said with a huff as he plopped down, on a chair with three legs in the corner of the room.

You pepped your head from around the couch and shot at Bennet who was ducking up and down from the counter. “Bennet you son of a bitch! Come out and face me!” You yelled.

He emerged from the counter, he was an idiot but he was a good shot and you’d have to get his gun away if you wanted to survive and you sure as hell wanted to survive so you could kill Mr. Jackson.

“Hey, what’s going on? You want to get out of here an grab a bite there a great Mexican place-” You turn to see Deadpool crouched next to you, face inches away from yours, you jump and elbow him in the face, knocking him on his ass. “Hey what the hell?! Okay fine! We can get Thai!” He said as he rubbed his nose.

“Not now!” You yell back, rolling from behind the chair to the couch, flipping it over and firing another shot, hitting Bennet in the shoulder.

“Hey, I get this may be a bad time but I’m just saying they have like 4.5 stars on Yelp and-” Deadpool was at your side again.

You look at him in confusion and frustration and he tilts his head as a reply. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll be back.” He leaned in closer to your face as you moved back instinctively “I have another gun under the coffee table.” He whispered in a heavy handed seductive voice as he then nodded to himself and he ran out of the apartment.

You pushed away the interaction and focused again as bennet started shooting through the couch, barely missing you.

You roll out and fire again, hitting him in the ankle as he fell to the floor, grabbing his knife and throwing it at you, hitting you in the shoulder you cried out as you closed the distance, jumping on top of him and landing blow after blow to his face, digging in your knees to his arms so he couldn’t move.

“Why?! Why does Jackson want me dead?!” You lift him up by the shirt, starring at his eyes that are now swelling and bloody.

“You know how it works (y/n). We’re all disposable. Your time was up.” His voice made your stomach twist. You never liked him but you knew his words were true.

You got off him as he coughed up blood and groaned, not daring to get up as he knew that you were far from done.

“I got this one!” Deadpool said as he ran in the room, throwing Jones to the floor who looked to be knocked out. “Whew!” He said as he wiped away imaginary sweat from his masked forehead. “Now I think we deserve same food after that.”

“You’re kidding right?” You ask genuinely confused

“You like Mexican right? You always go to that burrito place down the street.” He said

“Wh-” you started

“You thought I didn’t notice you all stalking me? I mean, I truly was flattered but the anticipation was killer.” He starred at you as you tried to recall the feeling of being watched but you couldn’t.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” He said, moving around the men to the table.

“I have to go.” You said moving towards the door, remembering Jackson.

“So soon?” You heard deadpool say as a shot followed, you half ducked down as you turned around.

“Jesus Christ!” You let slip out in surprise as blood exploded from Bennet’s head as Wade held the gun over him.

You watched as he shot Jones’ kneecap as he screamed in pain. Deadpool dropped down, grinding his knee into Jones’ knee, “Hey buddy, beautiful night isn’t it? Me and my dear friend (y/n) were hoping for a nice night out on the town. Look at some nice street lamps, throw pennies at people wearing sunglasses, you know what I mean. But before we can do that we have to visit a Mr. Jackson so we can kill him game of thrones style. Do you know where we might find him?” He nearly growled the last part as he dug in his knee harder as Jones screamed.

“I-I-” He began to lie.

“Sorry what?” Deadpool moved his head closer.

“He’s at his office! He’s at his office! At the pier!” He screamed, wriggling under Deadpool.

“K thanks.” He stood up as Jones breathed in relief deadpool pulled his gun and shot him in the head.

You didn’t look away.

“Shall we?” Deadpool said, offering his arm.

You scoffed but it came out as more of a laugh as you walked past him and down to the car that was supposed to be for the three of you.

“Shotgun!” Wade yelled as he raced against no one.

You had no idea what the hell you were thinking but maybe that was for the best.


Disney/Pix​ar Cars 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-kno​ck)Hey Lightning, are you ready? McQueen: Oh, yeah. Lightning'​s ready. Song McQueen: Ka-chow! Song 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…Ligh​tning 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! Song Chick: No you don’t. Fans: Oohh. What a ride! Chick: Hahaha 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! Fans: Wahh!! 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 spectacula​r 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: What? 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,n​o! 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 spectacula​r, amazing unequivoca​lly, unbelievab​le 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 entertainm​ent 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. Dreaming Song. Mia & Tia: Oh, McQueen. The King: If you figure that out, you just gonna be OK. McQueen: Oh, yeah, that.. That is spectacula​r 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 embarrassi​ng. 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. McQueen: What? Mack: You gotta make your personal appearance​. McQueen: No. No! No,no,no,n​o! 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 undercarri​age. 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​. Hahaha 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! Song 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 merchandis​ing. 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 mishpoache​h 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. McQueen: Zzzzz… DJ Song Snot Rod: Ah, ahh, achowww! Wingo: Hahaha! Boost: Hey, yo, DJ. DJ: What up? Boost: We got ourselves a nodder. DJ: Hahaha. 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: MACK! McQueen: Mack! McQueen: Mack! McQueen: Hey,Mack! Mack! McQueen: Mack! McQueen: Mack,wait for me! McQueen: Mack! McQueen: Mack! Mack! McQueen: Mack! Mack… McQueen:..​.wait up! Mack. McQueen: Mack! Mack! McQueen: What?You'r​e 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? Sarge: Incoming! Filmore: Whoa man. Sarge: No! Ramone: Hey, you scratch my paint! McQueen: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Luigi: My tires! McQueen: Phoah! Red: Huh! McQueen: Uargh! Red: Huh! Filmore: Fly away, Stanley. Be free! Sheriff: Boy, you’re in a heap of trouble. Kori Turbowitz: We’re live at the Los Angeles Internatio​nal 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 unpreceden​ted… 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! McQueen: Ahhhhh!! 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. McQueen: 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… Mater: Dad-gum! McQueen: How’d that be, Tuh-Mater? Mater: Cool 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. Luigi: Show-off. Sheriff: May Doc have mercy on your soul. Doc Hudson: All right, I wanna know who’s responsibl​e 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. McQueen: Yes! 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. McQueen: What? 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? Luigi: Tires Sally: And if no one can get to you? Luigi: I won’t sell any…tire​s. 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! Lizzie: What? Sally: So, don’t you think the car responsibl​e 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! Folks: Yeah!!! Doc: Order in the court! Seems like my mind has been changed for me. Folks: Yeah!! McQueen: No! 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 supervisio​n. 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. McQueen: What? 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: Okay-dokey​. McQueen: Freedom!! Mater: Maybe I should’ve-​a hooked him up to Bessie…a​nd then-a…t​hen 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,n​o! Outta gas? How can I be outta gas? Sheriff: Hahaha. Boy, we ain’t as dumb as you think we are. McQueen: But,but,bu​t how did, how did…you.​..? Sally: We siphoned your gas while you were passed out. Ka-chow. McQueen: Auw,auw,au​w,auw,auww​w!! Sheriff: Hahaha. Sheriff: Gentlemen. Sarge: Sheriff. 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. Luigi: Guido! 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 aerodynami​cs. 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. Lizzie: Customers? 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 hospitalit​y. 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 Continenta​l 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,n​o,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:…a​fter 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 competitor​s. You know, get a headstart. Gives me an edge. Dreaming Song Chick: Yeah. 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: Done? Mater: Ahmhm. 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. Sally: Ahh. 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. Sally: What? 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-poin​t-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 backstabbi​n’, no road-hoggi​n’ and no lollygaggi​n’. 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? Guido: OK. Sheriff: Gentlemen. Start your engines! Ramone: Hijole! Check that out! Filmore: Whoa. Flo: Emm, emm. Sally: Great idea, Doc. Now the road will never get done. Sheriff: Luigi. 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! Sally: Yeah. 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. McQueen: Ahh,auw,au​w,auw,no,n​o,no,no,no​! 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. Mater: Eh,eh,eh. Doc: You drive like you fix roads. Lousy! Have fun fishin’, Mater McQueen: Ahhh! 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? McQueen: Pass. 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 precisiona​l instrument of speed and aero-matic​s. 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. Bessie: Peckkk. McQueen: Whoa, OK, Bessie you think that funny? Great! I’m talking to Bessie now! I’m talkin to Bessie!! Mater: Hahaha. Sally: Wow. Mater: Mornin’, Sally! Hey, look at this here fancy new road that Lightnin’ McQueen done just made! Sally: Yes! Amazing! Ramone: Yeah! 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! Luigi: Guido! 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,n​o! 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-whee​l 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! Doc: Ahhh. McQueen: Turn right to go left. Oh. Whoa, auwwww. Oh, that… AUUUUUWWWW​WW!!! 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! Ramone: Hm,hm,hm. Luigi: Then Luigi make you a new deal McQueen: No,no,no,n​o. Deal me out. Pass. No, thank you. Luigi: No,no,no,n​o,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? McQueen: Huh? 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,n​o. That’s OK. Yeah, the Cozy Cone. Sally: Ehhh. It’s newly refurbishe​d 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: Auuhhh. McQueen: Hey, do I spy a little pinstripin​g tattoo back there? Sally: Auuww. Haha. That’s just a… Ahhahaha. Auuww. You saw that? Yeah! Just gonna be going. Gonna…Ye​ah. Mater: You know, I once knew this girl Doreen. Good-looki​n’ 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-ti​ppin’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. Mater: Baby. 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. McQueen: Ahhhh!! Mater: Run, hahaha , run!!! Mater: Run! He’s gonna get ya! Hahaha!! Sally: Customers! 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…yea​h. 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. Mater: 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 helicopter​s. 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 helicopter​s? I mean, I’ve always wanted to ride in one of them fancy helicopter​s. 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? McQueen: What? 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…Mat​er trusts you. McQueen: Yeah, OK. Sally: Did you mean that? McQueen: What? Sally: Was it just a “Yeah, OK”, or “Yeah…OK​” or"Yea-yea​h, 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 refurbishe​d, right? Sally: Yeah. McQueen: Good night. Sally: Good night. Sally: Huhh. Sarge: Will you turn that disrespect​ful junk off? Filmore: Respect the classics, man. It’s Hendrix! McQueen: Ahh…huh.​..please..​.huh… Dreaming Song McQueen: No!! Frank: Uarghhh!! 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 championsh​ip 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…Tha​t’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? Folks: Hahahaha! Sheriff: Doc? Our Doc? Sarge: Not Doc Hudson. McQueen: No,no,no,n​o, 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. Sally: Hahaha. McQueen: Whoa! Hahaha. Uahh!! Sally: Hahaha. McQueen: Thahhh! Sally: Ah.. hahaha! Sally: Ah.. hahaha! McQueen: Hahaha! Thuhhh!!Th​uhh!! 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? Sally: What? McQueen: Just…clu​es to the puzzle. Sally: Yeah, OK. Well, that was my life. And you know what? It never felt…hap​py. McQueen: Yeah. I mean…rea​lly? 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. McQueen: Ohh. Sally: Yep. McQueen: Corvette? Sally: No. 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. McQueen: Really? 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: Mornin’! 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. Song McQueen: Well, what happened? Sally: The town got bypassed just to save ten minutes of driving. Song 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,n​o! Get out of the store! Hey! Don’t eat the radial! Here, take-a the snow tires. Sheriff: Mater! Mater: I wasn’t tractor-ti​ppin’! 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,n​o, come here. What are you doing? You’re not supposed to go wandering off all…alon​e. McQueen: What are you doin’ with those old racin’ tires? Doc: Huuhhh. 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…hey​y! 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…wo​uld 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 disrespect​ful 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. Sheriff: Hisk…his​k. 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! Red: Hahaha. 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! Folks: Hahaha. Mater: I knowed you wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. McQueen: Hahaha. 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…ca​n 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,n​o! You don’t-a know what you want. Luigi know what you want. Blackwall tires. They blend into the pavement. But-a this…whi​te-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! Song 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? Song 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! McQueen: No,no,no. Sally: Lizzie! 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. Sheriff: A,a,ah! 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-cylind​er. Finally I said, “All right, one little drive.” Mater: Hahaha. McQueen: Hey! 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? Sally: Stickers? McQueen: Sally! Cameramen: Come on, give us some bolt! Mack: You’re here! Thank the manufactur​er! You’re alive! McQueen: Mack? 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-thirst​y 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! McQueen: Harv? 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? McQueen: Chick! 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…Ahh​hh. 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! McQueen: Sally! 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…Who​a,whoa,wai​t,wait! Cameramen: Hey, guys! McQueen’s leavin’ in the truck! Kori: Hey, are you Doc Hudson? Doc: Yeah. 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 Internatio​nal 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-tak​es-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 inspiratio​n 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. McQueen: Doc? 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. McQueen: Hahaha! 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 profession​al 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. Mater: Yeah!! 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! Ramone: Yeah!! 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-nin​e 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! Fans: Wooowww! 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. Tex: Hahaha! 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 celebratin​g 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! Cameramen: Booo! 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! Folks: Hahahaha. 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 headquarte​rs 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. McQueen: Hahaha. 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-lill​y! 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! Mater: Yeeeehoooo​!!!!! Song -X-X-X THE END X-X-X

Legitimate Business

So @codenamekaraortiz and I had fun imagining an AU where Juice is a handyman to help the club out while they’re going legit and I couldn’t not run with it. Hope you guys enjoy, smut warning, etc etc.

“No fucking way.” Juice leant back in his chair, his eyes wide, staring at his brothers. 
“We all gotta start going legit, bro. Too much heat still around from the Feds. Gotta bring in money.” Jax said, a smug smirk across his face.
“Pres, I love this club, but I can’t do this.”
“It’s just until we can set up a more legitimate business. It’s gunna take a little while.”
Juice leant forward, picking up the white tee off the table. He held it up, ogling the logo.
A cartoon picture of a buff handyman wearing nothing but underwear, boots and a tool belt. “Handsome & Handy” was written above the caricature. He could tell without putting it on that the shirt was going to be snug.
Teller-Morrow’s reputation had taken a dive and wasn’t bringing in as much as it was after the recent ordeals. The club was looking in to legitimate business ventures, but they were running low on money fast. They all had to put food on the table.
Kozik had a friend who had set up a Handsome & Handy. He was looking for workers as the business had taken off.
Herman had signed up Jax, Opie and Juice, as well as himself.
Juice groaned, running a hand over his head.
“Come on, Juice, it’ll be fun!” Kozik tried to lift his spirits. He was more than happy to do the job, being confident in himself.
“You’ll love it, man. You just gotta take your shirt off, maybe your pants, flex a bit. All these middle aged woman getting you in to do the jobs their husbands won’t.” Tig winked.
Juice could only imagine what kind of work he might be expected to do. He had no problems getting undressed in the right situations. He just liked to be the decider on what situation it was.
“I’d do it, but the ladies wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off me. I’d never get anything done.” Piney chimed in, the Sons laughing.
Juice couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
The guys all cheered, leaving church and heading to the bar for drinks.


Juice had been out on a few jobs. It had been as Tig described, except Juice had refused to take his pants off, even in the summer heat.
The women would linger around, watching while Juice put up shelves, unclogged pipes, installed a washing machine. He’d even been called in just to change a few light bulbs.
The guys would sit around and laugh at their encounters. Juice had even started to get used to it, it was good for his ego.
He’d been working at Teller-Morrow one morning when his phone rang. Someone was looking to have some work done.
Quickly changing in to his handyman shirt, he jumped in the company car and headed to the address. It was an apartment block on the other side of town, and he wondered what kind of client was going to be on the other side of the door when he rang the bell.
The door opened and Juice was as surprised as the girl looked. She was around his age, maybe a touch younger. She had (Y/E/C) eyes and (Y/H/C) hair. Her skin was glistening, the day was incredibly hot.
She did her best to hide a laugh as she looked at his shirt.
”That’s me, here to be handy.”
She didn’t hold the laugh in that time, and Juice burnt bright red.
”Come in, I’m (Y/N).” She turned and walked in to the apartment, and Juice followed, looking her up and down in her shorts and tank top.
”Do they really make you say that?” (Y/N) asked, stopping in the kitchen.
”Yeah, kind of dorky but the ladies usually love it. For the most part.” Juice said, smirking.
”Sorry, I should have known it would be a bit over the top when I called the company. I would have done this myself, but I’m neither handsome nor handy.” She chuckled again, and Juice’s thoughts ran in to the gutter. If not handsome, she was gorgeous, and he was sure she was handy, if not with a power drill… He had to stop himself, he was there to do a job and he needed to be professional.
“Everyone’s getting decks put in, adding on rooms for the summer, so most companies are taking the bigger jobs. Everywhere I called told me it would be weeks, and in this heat, it’s not really an option.” (Y/N) walked over to the kitchen sink.
“I think the pipes are clogged in here, and the shower overflows and won’t drain. I don’t know what the last tenant was doing in here, but apparently jamming things down the drain was a hobby.”
“You new around here?” Juice asked, coming to assess the situation.
“Not to Charming, but I just moved in to this apartment. I’ve had to use my neighbour’s shower because the bathroom just floods if I use mine.”
“Was there anything else that needs doing?”
“Yeah, follow me.”
Juice walked with (Y/N) up the hallway, in to her bedroom. There was a small fan whirring, pointed at a double bed. The bed was made, but Juice could see a slight indent where (Y/N) must have been lying before he’d gotten there.
“I have this headboard that I need mounted to the wall.”
The thought of (Y/N) on the bed and her talking about things needing mounting mixed with the heat was getting too much for Juice, he needed to get started.
He began to pull his shirt up, but (Y/N) grabbed his hand.
“You don’t have to take it off.”
Juice stopped, his shirt up to his chest, exposing a sculpted torso.
“I mean, I wouldn’t complain if you did, the company certainly doesn’t deal in false advertisement. But I really did just call for handiwork to be done.”

It was nice to not have to take his shirt off, but by the time he had unclogged the pipes and drains, Juice’s shirt was damp. He’d pulled it off, tucking it in to his waistband and was using it to mop his brow when (Y/N) walked in to the bathroom.
“Can I get you a drink?”
Juice turned to (Y/N) and he was feeling pretty good about the look on her face. She was bright pink and trying (and failing) to not look him up and down.
“That’d be great, thanks.”
“The air-conditioning was meant to be installed yesterday, but it’s not coming until Monday now.” (Y/N) explained as she poured them glasses of chilled water.
“Well I’ve sorted the drains, so at least you can take cold showers until then.”
“My hero.” (Y/N) looked up at him, biting her lip slightly and smiling.
Juice was well aware at how flirtatious he was being, but it was encouraged as part of the job, and she’d started it.
All he could think of was taking a cold shower with (Y/N) after working up a new sweat with her.
“Better go get that headboard sorted.” Juice handed (Y/N) his empty glass, keeping eye contact for longer than necessary, before heading back down the hall.

The midday heat had made the bedroom stifling hot. Juice’s cargo pants felt heavy, his tool belt causing them to sag slightly.
“Fuck it.” He said, softly to himself. He opened the buttons and unzipped the pants, pulling them over his boots and folding them before putting them on the edge of the bed.
Taking his time, he measured and hung the headboard, yanking at it to make sure it was secure.
“Holy shit.”
Juice turned and saw (Y/N) standing at the end of the bed.
“How’s it look?”
”Looks pretty good from here.” (Y/N) wasn’t looking at the headboard at all.
Juice moved off the bed and stood in front of (Y/N), who was no longer being coy in her eyes roaming over him.
“Would you… say you were satisfied with today’s services?” Juice asked, grazing his fingertips down her side, playing with the hem of her top.
“So far, they’re more than satisfactory.” (Y/N) hesitated, but drew a finger over his stomach, all the way down to the top of his underwear.
“’So far’?” Juice questioned, sure that this was heading where he hoped.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to violate your professional code, but- ah!”
There was a sharp intake of breath before she continued, as Juice had pulled her closer.
“We could consider this a… personal bonus.”
That was all Juice needed to hear. He dropped the screwdriver he was holding and picked (Y/N) up. She wrapped her legs around him, and he held her up against the wall.
Juice brought his lips to hers, parting them with his tongue, moaning into her mouth. He trailed his lips down her neck, nipping, sucking and licking as she gripped his shoulders, letting out pent up whimpers of pleasure.
He brought her down to the bed, sitting her on top of him. Juice tore her top clear off, making quick work of removing her bra. Reaching behind her and bringing his leg up, he began to tug at the laces of his boot.
“Leave em on.” (Y/N) said, grinning.
Juice smiled before flipping her on to her back, releasing himself from his underwear as she pulled off her own.
“Let’s see how this headboard holds up.” Juice moved himself over the top of (Y/N), positioning himself just outside of her centre.
She squirmed underneath him, licking her lips and looking him in the eye, waiting for him.
Gripping the top of the headboard and placing his other hand on the pillow beside her head, he slowly slid inside her, biting his lip, watching her close her eyes and drop her head back. Her nails digging in to his back and her legs squeezing around him coaxed him on. He ran his tongue over her breast, flicking at her nipple. 
Juice slowly built up the pace, the heat of the room doing nothing to diminish his want for her. He felt her tightening around him as she got close. Taking his hand from the pillow, Juice grabbed the under side of her thigh, spreading her legs further, thrusting faster. The headboard shook but held in place as he went hard and deep. (Y/N) came undone, Juice not long after her.
Panting and sweating, Juice let go of the board and slumped down next to her.
“You’ve definitely earned your keep today. That board didn’t move an inch.” (Y/N) said, catching her breath.
“Should probably go test that shower, make sure you can have a cold one without it flooding.” Juice grinned.
(Y/N) slowly slipped off the bed, walking towards the door.
“You coming?” she asked, playful look on her face.
Juice pulled himself up and followed her, wondering what he could break before he left. He definitely wanted to be her full time handyman.


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Spilled Secrets (Secrets)

Summary: After leaving your assassin life behind, you seek a new life to forget your past. Nick Fury brings you into the life of the Avengers, posing as Tony Stark’s personal assistant. But, what happens when your secret’s revealed?

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, (Eventual) Steve x Reader.

‘Secrets Masterlist’

Everybody was sitting in the conference room, speechless. After the events that unfolded, nobody wanted to go to bed, despite the massive amounts of cardio everyone just endured. 

“Are we going to address the elephant in the room?” Tony asked, looking at you. 

“Are you calling me fat, Stark?” you joked. 

“N-No, not at all,” he said nervously. You chuckled. 

“I’m just kidding.” 

Fury spoke. “As you know, Shadow isn’t dead. She’s been living under wraps for a few months under our care, as you can see.” The team looked at you and you shifted uncomfortably under their gaze. Natasha sat next to you and gaped. 

“I can’t believe it. You’ve been my hero for the longest time,” she said with a nervous laugh. You smiled. 

“That’s sweet, thank you. No need to be nervous around me, though.” 

“I still can’t wrap my head around it.”

“I think it’s time you all knew he truth,” you started. “I was Shadow. The HYDRA branch that took me as a child is long gone, but I’m still trying to adjust to the life Fury gave me. I’ve, uh, been Tony’s personal assistant ever since.” 

“I really can’t believe that,” Tony said. “This badass was hired as my personal assistant? Damn, I should’ve hired you as my body guard.” 

“Leaving that life behind is kind of the point.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why’d you leave Shadow behind?” Steve asked. You looked at him and tried to detect the emotion on his face. He was calm and calculated, like a captain, but you could see his eyes held concern for you. Taking a deep breath, you explained. 

“My childhood consisted of training. I was convinced I was doing good in the world by killing all those people and stealing things. I kept telling myself that was I was doing wasn’t wrong. HYDRA gave me a compelling story and when you’ve been abandoned all your life and someone takes you in, you don’t really question what they say. When I wanted out, HYDRA forced me into continuing by brainwashing me. I don’t know how they did it. I’m not really sure I want to know. 

“But something broke inside of me. I guess it was when I tried to save this girl from a burning building, defying my commander’s orders. I broke then. I didn’t want to kill anyone and I didn’t want to harm people. I resisted the brainwashing and lived under cover for a while. 

“Then Fury found me. He offered me a brand new life at the tower if I agreed to work closely with you guys. Just in case anything happened to me.” You looked down at your hands. Truthfully, you had always been this shy girl around other people, but as an assassin, you kept up a facade that you held up for so long. In that conference room, you felt more vulnerable than you ever had in your lifetime. 

“I’m not proud of what I did,” you said, looking up to meet Steve’s eyes. “I never want to go back. I’m not that person anymore, I…,” you trailed off, not knowing what to say. Natasha gently put a hand on your shoulder and began to rub small and soothing circles. 

“I know, Y/N,” she said. She experienced something similar to what you went through and you relaxed under her touch. “You’re not that person anymore. You’re not what HYDRA wanted you to be.” 

“It’s really hard pretending I’m not Shadow,” you began. “Every footstep in the house feels like an intruder and every corner feels like it’s concealing something behind it.” Bucky looked at you and understood. Clint grabbed one of his arrows and toyed with it, a habit he had when he was nervous. You looked at him and smiled.

“Sorry. I know it’s a lot to take it.” 

“It’s okay, Y/N. Really, it is,” Wanda said. You allowed her to cross paths in your mind and she could hear your every thought. “You’re safe here, right guys?” Everyone nodded. 

“So I guess this means you’re no longer my personal assistant, right?”

Everyone went to sleep and Fury let them have the day off. Truthfully, the team didn’t go on a lot of missions. The Earth was safe (for now, at least), and the team picked up small jobs here and there. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes didn’t need to save the Earth to be considered heroes. 

You noticed that everyone tiptoed around you. They’d be so careful with what they say and they continuously tried to impress you when you sparred with them. Now that the cat was out of the bag, Fury begged you to train with the Avengers and teach them your skills. You figured there was no harm in trying to pass on your skills to people who actually did some good. You told yourself again and again that these people weren’t going to hurt you to keep yourself from staying in your room all day. 

It took some time for you to be comfortable with accepting the fact that you were Shadow. You had come so far, running so fast from the truth that ultimately, you fell hard when the truth hit you. You knew you’d have to face it one way or another, but you didn’t count on it hurting you so much. 

You wanted the team to become better at fighting. You wanted them to help other people in the way that you didn’t. It became a personal mission to you - helping others to make up for the time you spent sending terror to people who didn’t deserve it. You and Natasha had gotten along pretty well, having a similar backstory. Natasha gleamed whenever you two would spar or hang out because she was your number one fan. You saw her as a friend and as someone who understood why you ran. 

Steve and Bucky were in the common room with you. You were reading a book and Bucky and Steve were trying not to look at you. You felt their gazes, but tried to focus on your book. 

“Shit,” Bucky said under his breath. Your eyes looked up from the page. “I forgot I was supposed to help Sam oil up his wings.” Bucky stood up and jogged out, leaving you and Steve alone. 

Steve felt awkward. He was used to feeling relaxed around his teammates, but he couldn’t sit still around you. He couldn’t figure out how to sit comfortably nor did he know the right words to say, so he decided to shut up altogether. You were aware that Steve tried to avoid talking to you and you assumed it was because of the recently revealed secret you had been trying to hard to hide. 

He shifted in his seat and started at you. You sighed and closed the book. 

“Is there something I can help you with?” you asked. Steve looked at you and his eyes widened. 

“No, not really.” He avoided your eyes. 

“Are you scared of me?” 

“No, why would you think that?” 

“You don’t talk to me anymore. Well, we didn’t really talk in the first place, but we talked more than I talked to the others. Now, it’s just…,” you paused. “It’s just silence.” Steve didn’t know how to answer that. You were being so upfront with him and it scared him. You scared yourself. You forced yourself to be candid and not beat around the bush. You didn’t want your teammates to be scared of you and you didn’t want Steve pushing you away. 

“I just, well, I don’t really know how to handle this entire situation,” Steve said, waving his hands in the air. 

“You don’t have to live with it, I do.” Steve’s eyes softened when he noticed your small frown. 

“I know. I get that, I do. I’m afraid I might say something that’ll offend you or trigger you in some way.” You offered him a small smile and he returned.

“Thank you for thinking of me, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to tiptoe around me. Not you, especially not you. Please,” you pleaded. You looked at your hands again and played with your fingers. Steve felt horrible that you felt this way and shifted his body so that he was kneeling in front of you. 

“Hey, hey,” he said, coaxing you to look at him. Once your gazes met, he put his hand on yours and stroked your skin with his thumb. “I can’t say I know what you’re going through, but we’re all dealing with some demons from our past. Just take it one day at a time.” You nodded at him, soaking in every word he said. Steve hesitantly moved his hand to cup your face. Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t care. It was nice being held. Steve didn’t know if he made you uncomfortable and was about to retract his hand until he felt you relaxing in his palm. He started to stroke your cheek and you closed your eyes, humming in approval. 

Steve looked at you. He could see you were tearing yourself apart, punishing yourself for doing more harm than good. But he also saw that you committed yourself to training the Avengers with the intention to help them prepare for anything they might face. For the first time, he saw how helpless you were. He had known you as being the quiet assistant who wasn’t afraid to talk back to Tony Stark when he needed to be put in his place. Then, he knew you as the most ruthless and feared assassin in the world, but now he saw you as someone who was trying to better themselves. He could relate to that. 

You opened your eyes and saw Steve looking at you. The corners of your lips tugged upwards into a small smile and Steve was happy to know he was the reason behind it. 

The both of you stared at each other. His blue yes looked straight into yours and you swore you could hear your own heart beating fast. This was so new to you. You never had time for relationships and being so close to Steve scared and excited you at the same time. 

Steve was the one who leaned in first. He was scared that you’d think he was taking advantage of you, but truth be told, he wanted to know what your lips felt like the moment you were hired as Tony’s personal assistant. 

You and Steve were only inches apart before Sam interrupted, yelling at Bucky.

“What the hell, man? I told you to let go after I jumped,” Sam said. You both pulled apart and were grateful Sam and Bucky were too busy looking at each other to notice the position you and Steve were just in.

“Jeez, I’m sorry! You should’ve made that clearer,” Bucky retorted. 

“I really don’t know how I could’ve been clearer,” Sam scoffed. He saw you on the couch and Steve standing next to you. “Oh, hey guys. Don’t mind us, Bucky’s just being overdramatic.” Bucky glared at Sam. 

“Me? How about you?” You looked and Steve and shared a laugh. For the first time, you felt like you were going to be okay.

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965,705,481 - Jason Todd x Reader

Jason Todd x Reader: Imagine a soulmate AU in which your OTP gets a step-counter. For each step they take, the number on the counter goes down, marking the moment they meet their soulmate. Person A can be stepping up to Person B with a weapon in hand, when suddenly, the steps hit 0 (Prompt from @otp-imagination)

965,705,481. That’s what your number started off as when you were first born. That ticking number inked across your wrist like a bracelet counted down the number of steps that you would take before you met your soul mate. The one person who would make your entire life worthwhile.

You parents were worried when you were born that you had such a large number. There were only a few reasons why people would be born with high numbers. Typically it is narrowed down to either they lead an active lifestyle as a running athlete or they truly will only meet their soulmate later in life.

As a teenager, you quickly realized you fell into the “active lifestyle” category. You were a very rebellious teenager and you would often sneak out of your house to go exploring Gotham night with your friends. You were a very stupid kid.

One night while you were out with two of your friends you decided to cut through an alley to get to your destination quicker but you were ambushed by a gang of much stronger muggers. They wanted all the money that the three of you had but there wasn’t enough to appease them. They beat you demanding more payment and stabbed you when you couldn’t provide. One of your friends managed to slip from their grasp and tried to run but they stopped her with a bullet. You don’t remember much of what happened afterwards. You passed out from the loss of blood with the sounds of sirens echoing in the distance.

You woke up some days later in Gotham general, both of your parents hovering over your hospital bed. Your doctor said it was practically a miracle that you were alive. You sustained broken bones, heavy bruising, some internal bleeding, and a concussion on top of your stab wound. The friends you were with that night weren’t as lucky as you to have survived. You did your best to work with the police to capture your muggers, to bring them to justice for what they had done but they were long gone. There was nothing further that the police could do.

Once you were fully healed you decided to take matters into your own hands. You started conducting your own investigation. You got further than the police ever did and you narrowed the search down to a few crime organizations but eventually you hit a dead end in your search for justice. You continued to go out night after night in search for more leads.

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anonymous asked:

Can u do a imagine with like the reader being jealous when everyone talks to Bakugou or midoriya Thank you I read your blog it's really looks like you have good writing

Thanks so much; that makes me so happy! 

In this imagine, with Izuku, it could be taken as frienship or romance, while with Bakugou, it’s definitely romantic. Hope you like it!

Warning: A bit of cursing. 


You never thought of yourself as a particularly jealous person.

But apparently you were wrong because you turned out to be one jealous motherfucker.

Could anyone really blame you though? You had never had to deal with this kind of thing before. Sure, your boyfriend was well-known and strong, but it was more of a notoriety than actual popularity as most were too terrified to approach him. But in this kind of situation, you understood why everyone was crowding around him. That didn’t mean you had to like it.

“Bakugou, partner with me!”

“What?! No, Bakugou and I are bros; he’s pairing up with me!”

Aizawa had given the class another partner training exercise, but this one was a bit different in that the winners would be awarded extra credit points in any class they wished. The class instantly became a warzone as people, especially those that desperately needed the points (i.e. Kaminari, Mina, etc.), clamoured and practically crawled over one another to get to someone that would be most likely to win that number 1 spot. Obviously, the top choices were Bakugou and Todoroki. Students crowded around the two powerful boys, begging them to be on their team, and when Todoroki partnered with Midoriya, everyone immediately turned to Bakugou.

“Come on, man, we worked great together during the sports festival!”

“He’s working with me!”

Your right eye twitched as your fists clenched. You hadn’t even gotten the chance to get out of your seat yet with how fast the rest had gotten up to find their partner. You found no need to rush as you assumed you’d be with Bakugou. Like you always were.

“Doesn’t Bakugou-chan always work with (y/n)-chan?”

“Well, (l/n) is smart; she doesn’t need the extra credit points! I’m sure she can spare Bakugou for one day.”

Since when did that electric dumbass make your decisions for you? Midoriya backed away after seeing your form trembling with anger. You were pretty laid back most of the time, but he knew that your rage could be as destructive as your boyfriend’s, a terrifying fact most were unaware of.

Finally, you couldn’t contain your fury. You stood, your chair screeching violently as it was pushed out, though most didn’t notice in the commotion to find a partner. You stomped your way to the crowd, pushing people out of your way. After giving Kaminari a particularly rough shove to make him back the fuck away from your boyfriend, you dropped yourself into Bakugou’s lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. Then you pulled him into a searing kiss that caused silence to fall over the room. Some gaped, others blushed, while a few stared in envy. Aizawa just rolled his eyes. Kids and their drama…

You pressed your lips against his roughly and his hands came down to hold your hips. A few moments passed until your lips separated, but you kept your arms wound tightly around his neck as you looked back to glare viciously at the other students.

“Back. Off. Katsuki’s mine.”

Bakugou stared at you for a moment then smirked at the class. “Well, that’s how it is.” The crowd immediately dispersed as no one wanted to test just how far you were willing to go to prove that statement. You turned to Bakugou again, an angry pout on your face. He had on his own smug expression. “Jealous, much?”

“Shut. Up.”

The two of you won the training exercise, gaining extra credit points neither of you really needed, much to the chagrin of almost every one of your classmates.


“Nice job, Midoriya! You held up well against Bakugou’s relentless attacks! That was super manly of you!”

“You were so cool, Deku-kun!”

You watched as people crowded around Izuku, a feeling you didn’t quite like bubbling in your stomach. Yesterday had been the combat training exercise with Izuku and Uraraka as heroes fighting against Bakugou and Iida that were playing the roles of villains. You were childhood friends with Izuku and Bakugou as your parents were close with theirs, and you were aware of their very rocky relationship. You had often had to get between the two to scold Bakugou for bullying the other boy and encourage Izuku to be more confident in himself. But even though you were aware of how they felt about each other, the battle between them had still horrified you. You were glad that they were both okay in the end (if you could call a destroyed arm and terribly wounded pride as ‘okay’).

The excitement still hadn’t died down as people praised Izuku for his valiant efforts. You shifted in your seat, unsure of why you felt so uneasy. You should be happy, right? Izuku had had such a hard childhood, always being bullied for being Quirkless and weak. It was fantastic that he was making new friends! And you did feel happy for him, but…

School ended, and you and Izuku were walking to the station together as you always did. Usually, Uraraka and Iida would join you as well, but today, they were apparently both busy. It was quiet between the two of you, which felt strange as you guys always had something to talk about.

All of a sudden, you stopped. Your companion didn’t notice at first and kept walking forward a few steps when a hand tugging on the back of his shirt made him stop. He turned back questioningly to find you looking down at your feet. “(y/n)-chan,” Izuku began hesitantly, “are you okay?” He noticed that you had been acting odd the entire day and was wondering what was wrong.

“I…”  You took a second to find the right words. “You made some new friends, right?”

He wasn’t sure where you were going with this. He thought of Uraraka and Iida and a few others that had kindly reached out to him, and his heart warmed. “Yeah, I think so.”

“But… but you won’t forget about me, will you?” He slowly started putting the pieces together. “Even if you make new friends, we’ll always be best friends, right?”

Izuku smiled softly at you and turned to face you. “Of course we will be.”

Your shoulders relaxed, the tension leaving you and you let out a small sigh of relief. “Okay. Good.” That was the only answer you needed. Because you knew Izuku, and you knew he would never lie to you. He took your hand in his, and the two of you walked to the station together side-by-side.

All was right in the world once again.

i take absolutely no responsibility for this near 3K disaster @arahir was the one who started this mess with the big mac at the space mall, @arahir was the one who asked me what the worst accessory keith owns is because of shiro taking them to claire’s. i was enabled entirely by jojo - i have the receipts to prove it. 

Keith is hiding something, and rip he’s not so good at hiding things. There’s more to the Claire’s story than he’s letting on. 

Not another word is uttered about the space mall trip. On the way back to castle, they’re met with Coran’s inquisitive moustache and raised eyebrow, and Allura’s curious clasping of hands which is joined by a pout because no still nothing sparkly. That’s it. And it stays that way. Everybody pointedly insists with silent agreement to keep it that way.

Lance throws his hands up in a shrug that’s far from casual, resigning himself to the surreal horrors of what he’d seen. That guy is his hero - was. Was? Maybe was now. How he can climb back up the pitiful pit he fell down is difficult to say. Hunk is muttering something under his breath, a hand pushing against his forehead as if that will somehow push the things he’s witnessed far, far away. Please just-… please

Pidge is stroking her chin, as if contemplating some big equation of some sort. But as she mouths ‘Claire’s’ it becomes apparent that’s just not true.

Keith catches the word and clenches a fist. It’s better than flinching at them, at least. Not that the memories of that trip were bad exactly. No… more like- well. Why did he bring up Claire’s why did he do that why. The words had just spilled out. It had probably been the most he’d ever said in one go to all of them collectively. And he’d mentioned Claire’s, potentially dropped himself right into the firing line of eternal judgement from his teammates - if they found out. If. 

Anyway. There’s Shiro, walking into the room. Notably no longer in his date-sona or whatever it is Lance called it. Interesting term - makes a lot of sense. Keith honestly wonders just how much truth there could be to Lance’s words. Might be worth further exploration.

Keith purses his lips, glancing around the group. It’s with a layer of uncertainty that if caught will definitely be questioned. It’s doubtful anyone will catch it, though. So that’s something. Whilst attempting to school his expressions, Keith’s aware at times he is an open book with a font too big and bold that it’s a mystery how it all stays squeezed in there. 

Despite that, people just don’t bother ever reading. Or look close enough to realise. That’s way too philosophical for his liking right now. Metaphors aren’t welcome here, be gone.

Now more than ever he can feel it, against his shirt and pressing into his sides. Evidence. The worst kind. Irrefutable evidence of an unspeakable act. Nobody has to know. Nobody will ever know.

For reasons he cannot fathom the memory is prodding at his chest, crawling up his throat and being the terrible liar he is it’s a wonder he didn’t just blab the whole thing earlier. Clearing his throat, Keith folds his arms and tucks himself into the side of the room. It’s his safe retreat. He’ll fit nicely there and nobody will question it or call upon him to speak which is good and yeah. This will be fine. Nobody is suspicious, not remotely.

Shiro has lapped up all the shame and suspicion from the space mall like a pro. That’s good. Perfect. Keith can stay here, leaning against the wall in peace.

It’ll be fine.

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taekook rec: may 2017

closed lips (and open wounds) by edenberry, lookingathimhurts

Jungkook has to write an essay for his Psychology class and he’s chosen Kim Taehyung, Linguistics major and famous fuckboy, to base it on. The only problem is that Taehyung has no idea and he may not be as easy to figure out as he looks.

sail on, sailor by melonnim

Taehyung was that kind of pretty that could drown.

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Either/Or: Green Lantern 3

Exactly two months after the reporter walked into Lena Luthor’s office, the launch of her cover of CatCo magazine became the focal point of National City, before even one word of the article was read by a living soul. The entire club was filled with curious people, ready to welcome the newest, returning heir to the largest fortune in the country. Mysterious and still shy of the spotlight, the younger sister of Lex Luthor was the star of the night.

Or she would be, when she arrived.

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Taming the Demon Pt.1

This is a monster AU, where you are a monster hunter with the F.B.I. You work with other monsters to capture the ones causing havok. Your boss holds a meeting with everyone in your division about the toughest monster yet. The Demon King, who doesn’t back down. What happens when you’re the one assigned to it, though?

A/n: This has to be the longest thing that I have ever written. This has literally been going on in my mind for over a week. Tell me what you think and let me know if you want to be tagged. I’m sure what I fully have planned for this yet, so uh stay tuned. Enjoy!

Your friends said that you were crazy to the desire to run the M.H.M. division. Full name being Monsters Hunting Monsters division of the F.B.I. Yet, here you are in a meeting talking about the next monster that your team would need to round up. 

You never liked the term monsters, though. Seemed rude to just label them something so negative. Some of them didn’t choose to be the way that they are. Some were just caught at a bad time. Those were the ones that you were mostly likely to work with side by side. 

There are four categories of “monsters”. The first was the safe ones, the ones that could walk the streets with no problems. Often they went unnoticed, people able to brush them off as humans. The second was the caution, these were the ones that you work with. They were good people, just someone pushed them a little too far and now they were labeled unsafe. The third category were the half humans/the ones that you could bribe. You only work with them if it is absolutely necessary, which rarely happened. The fourth and last category was your least favorite, the evil ones is what they were called. 

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I Am Good: Jason Scott X Reader [PART I]

Prompt: You’re a new girl in Angel Grove, and you aren’t exactly a typical, everyday person you’d meet on the street. You had green skin and did your best to hide it from the world. But after discovering an ironically green coin on the outskirts of town, you find it brings more terror to your life than before.

Requested: No

Word Count: 2,221

Warning: Long, strong language

Author’s Notes: In this you will have a father. Also, if you haven’t noticed, this is based off of the book and musical “Wicked,” but the reader is not like Elphaba in the sense that she has powers. I also do not own any storylines revolving around Elphaba, but I own the original plotline of the reader in this story.

Your name: submit What is this?

“What do you mean ‘the green coin is missing’?” Zordon asked Alpha 5, his voice laced with anger and worry.

The green coin Rita Repulsa had once owned and was once held by Zordon’s ship’s containment unit was now gone, as if it just completely vanished without a single trace.

“Exactly that!” Alpha 5 shouted, moving frantically across the floor, unable to contain his panic. “It’s just not there! I checked and searched a hundred times and it’s not there! You don’t think…?”

“No,” Zordon said quickly, avoiding the possibility. “The Power Rangers defeated her, she’s long gone. But who would want to steal the coin? How did they even get on the ship?”

Alpha 5 thought for a moment, “But what if they didn’t? Get on the ship I mean.”

Alpha 5 didn’t have to explain himself for Zordon to understand what he had meant. He had sworn it was impossible for that to be a plausible circumstance, but it appeared that it might not have been. It seemed that the Power Rangers would have another member of the team. Questions were, how would he tell the team and who would it be?

To say the least, you were different. You tended to keep to yourself in school, and for all the right reasons. Behind all those pounds of makeup and long sleeved shirts was a secret your family had tried so hard to hide. You, the simple Y/N from a strange town somewhere far, far away from Angel Grove, had skin so green that it could compare to that of an emerald. And because of this sickeningly green skin, you were forced by your father to hide your true self. Not that you were complaining all that much. It was better to at least look normal to others and perfectly blend into the high school crowd than walk around school looking like you were just freshly picked from a garden.

It was a quiet day in Angel Grove, something you found to be common after the demolition of a little more than half the town before you moved there. And while you weren’t there for the destruction, people were still talking about it to this day. People still don’t know what that thing was that destroyed almost everything, but they know that whoever saved them that day were heroes.

After school, you decided you needed to clear your head, get out of the house and be alone despite the fact your father was never even home, even when you lived in your previous town and the one before that and so forth. You were on your own most of the time. While your father was out on business trips, which was really just his way of staying away from his only daughter, he sent money to you so you could buy food and bottles and bottles of concealer and foundation and make remover, but you figured it was so you didn’t have to get a job at the risk of someone seeing your skin. It worked out, though. You were living a stable life with a nice house to live in, good grades, and that was pretty much it. You didn’t have any friends, but that was something you were used to in life and sure, there was that one asshole who loved to pick on you, but once again, you were always going through that kind of stuff no matter where you attended school.

You headed out of the house and took a short walk around the neighborhood. But, feeling spontaneous and wanting to get to know more of the stupid place. Maybe she’d be able to find a place outside of her house where she could just get away.

Upon further investigation, you came close to a forest like area which lead up to a trail near the mountains. You stared up at the mountain for a couple seconds, you started to walk up the path. You gazed around at the scenery you passed, but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to take it all in and appreciate it. You had this weird feeling growing inside of your chest, making it feel as though you weren’t supposed to be here, but you somehow were. You put on some calming music to clear your head, which seemed to be working as you ventured onward.

“Oh shit…” You swore when you realized that you were kind of lost.

You gazed at your surroundings, trying to find even the smallest piece of evidence that shows the way you came, but all you could see was a giant chasm just beyond a few trees and bushes, which were all you could see from behind you; trees and bushes. You were close to just giving up and calling for help in hopes someone would hear you, but something out of the corner of your eye caught your attention.

It was a little hard to see at first with the setting sun affecting the light of the land, but you could see a small, but very bright speck of colored light coming from something beside the chasm. You were about to let it go, but you were just too curious to just walk away. You slowly walked towards the object, leaning down to pick it up when you reached it. Your painted fingers grasped onto a golden coin-like object. In the center was a shining green stone, which was what caused the glinting in the sunlight. At seeing the color of the stone, you let out an exasperated and annoyed sigh.

You grunted, “How ironic.”

You heard indistinct voices nearing your position and felt panic flow through you. You didn’t want to be seen by anybody, so you quickly pocketed the coin and hurried towards a nearby shrub that was just big enough for you to hide behind and not be seen. You kept quiet, not wanting to make a single sound or movement.

“Did you guys see that?” You heard a feminine voice ask.

You felt your heartbeat starting to pick up a bit, and you feared that the person might come over to investigate.

“No. What do you think you saw?” A male voice questioned in response.

“I don’t know,” The female replied. “I thought it was a person… but no one comes up here besides us.”

“Probably just an animal or something.” Another girl said.


You quietly waited for them to leave, but only heard a splashing sound from a distance after that point. You peeked out from behind the bush and saw that there was no one around. You let out a sigh of relief and dusted off your outfit.

Feeling curious and seeing it was okay to make movement, you pulled out the green coin. You turned it around a couple of times, noticing the odd patterns which looked like rigid, technological lines and squares embedded in the stone and the gold rock that seemed to have formed around it. You furrowed your eyebrows, never having seen something like that in all your years of living. You put the coin back in your pocket and started to try and find a way out of these damned woods.

You eventually did make it out of there without being caught or harmed. But you felt off when you got home the next day. You were so tired from your adventures that you simply crashed on the couch without getting anything to eat and you didn’t even get changed into comfortable nightclothes or remove all the makeup layers, something that was not like you in the slightest.

You heard your phone go off with your morning alarm and instinctively slammed down on the phone to turn it off. However, you noticed that not did the alarm stop ringing, but you heard glass crashing and wood splintering as if it had just been smashed to pieces. Your eyes widened when you saw that you had broken the glass of your phone and the corner of your nightstand was caved inward. You gasped once the realization hit that you had done this, but confusion overtook you once you realized that you hadn’t even gone to bed that night. You specifically remembered landing on the couch and falling asleep down there. In addition to that, you also didn’t remember placing the green stone you found that day on your now destroyed bedside table.

“What the Hell is going on here?” You breathed, unable to comprehend the situation.

You walked into the bathroom as you normally would, but of course you were a little more on edge than usual. Upon arrival, you saw that the green coin was now on the counter when you knew you didn’t even pick it up that morning.

“I’m seriously freaked out right now…” You gulped, almost backing away from the coin.

Despite the fact you feared the coin, you knew you had to do something with it. You opened up the window to your bathroom and quickly grabbed the coin as if it were a grotesque animal that you grabbed by the tail. You chucked the coin out the window with all the strength you had and slammed it shut, feeling glad that you got rid of the thing.

A few seconds later and you heard a rattling sound behind you. Low and behold, there was the coin, sitting on your counter like it was a moment ago.


School was like any other day- annoying pricks who liked to torment you, low-class snobs and idiots who were just there because it was law- but this time, you had a damned coin that wouldn’t leave you the hell alone. It remained quiet for the most part, until a mishap occurred in lunch with you, a stupid bully, your lunch tray, your coin, and a really cute guy named Jason.

You had gotten your chicken salad from the lunch line, and you instantly made a beeline for your corner of the farthest lunch table, hoping that if you got there fast enough, you could avoid any interaction with anyone. Too bad that your half-witted assaulter was one step ahead of you.

Your lunch tray was smacked upward, your chicken salad getting slammed against your sweater and the dressing seeping through the material. You heard others gasp and a boorish laugh present itself from beside you.

“Whoops!” He snickered. “My bad!”

You curled your fists in an attempt to keep yourself from fighting back. Even with your newfound strength you could’ve used to fight back, you refrained from doing so, knowing it would force your father to return home and deal with the matter to make him hate you more than he already does. You pursed your lips as you felt tears swelling up in your eyes once you noticed the dozens of pairs of eyes gazing upon you in your dressing-covered glory.

“Are you going to cry?” He snarled. “Wow! That’s so path-”

“Hey.” Someone calmly said, but it was said harshly enough to show that this person wanted his attention and wanted it now.

Through your watery eyes, you could see a buff, handsome-looking boy standing before you. You recognized him from a class of yours, a few rumors, and a couple pictures. His name was Jason Scott. He was the star quarterback before he placed a cow in the opposing team’s locker room and became a regular guy in high school who just so happened to be disliked by most of the Angel Grove High student body.

“Scott.” Your bully snapped.

“You know, I would’ve thought you had learned your lesson with Billy, but you just keep going, don’t you?” Jason responded, shaking his head disapprovingly. “So how about this? How about you leave her alone, get out of here, and we’ll avoid what happened last time. Seem fair?”

The bully didn’t say anything in response. He merely stared at Jason, as if testing him, to which he did. Without saying a word, the bully pushed you to the floor, then ran off. You could tell Jason was about to run after him, but having heard your hurt cry and the scattering of your belongings after falling to the ground, he lent down to help you up.

“Are you alright?” Jason asked, giving you his hand.

You cautiously took it, him hoisting you up into a sitting position so you could gather up the things that had fallen out of your bag.

“I’m fine,” You sighed. You looked up at him with genuine eyes as you looked up from placing your stuff back into your bag. ”Thank you so much.”

“No problem. I’m Jason.” He introduced himself.

“Y/N.” You graciously smiled, pushing a piece of your hair behind your makeup-ed ear.

Jason smiled back at you. He looked over and saw something shining from just a few inches away. He grabbed it, believing it belonged to you.

“Hey, is this…” His voice trailed off.

You glanced up, seeing that Jason was holding the coin you had found between his fingers. You saw his face twist into pure disorientation while yours flashed to that of horror. You were eased at mind that most people stopped staring at you two, but you didn’t hesitate to quickly snatch your coin from Jason’s hand and keep it out of sight.

“Thank you.” You simply said in a hushed voice before grabbing your bag and bolting out of the lunch room and away from the scene.



Originally posted by feliticysmoak

Post 5x15 fic considering the importance of trust when it comes to getting things done.

This began as me trying to rewrite THAT scene to make me feel better but turned into looking at a broader aspect of what is happening right now - that being trust. Who we trust, why trust them and if trusting more will help. 

Thanks to @almondblossomme for the support and feedback and thanks to @feliticysmoak for making the gif above that I thought was so pretty I had to include.  Also on AO3.

Felicity watched the reporter talk excitedly about impending downfall of Mayor Oliver Queen. She knew how much it meant to Oliver to be Mayor of Star City. He really did want to make a difference. She knew no one who cared as much about this city as Oliver did. This must be killing him.

The news report was just ending as Oliver came up on the platform in the lair. Felicity smiled brightly, she wanted to send him good vibes. He looked so downtrodden. And hot - but downtrodden she reminded herself. She never understood how her mind just went there.

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anonymous asked:

I've followed your blog only recently, but I really enjoy your metas (although I couldn't read much of them due to my tight time schedules). Maybe you have answered it in one way or another, but can you explain to me why Furuta manipulated Ui into... "cooperating" with him? He could have simply murdered him or he could have orchestrated a mission where he would die off for good. Since most of his aquaintances are dead, Ui has little to no emotional ties with the rest of the CCG and its members

so people would have been mostly wary of his death at worst. Or is Ui regarded that highly that it’s probably better to keep him alive? I am not good at critical thinking, so I apologise for that, but I just don’t understand why Furuta didn’t think twice trying to kill Urie, but he bribes Ui into staying at his side instead. Considering Urie’s importance as a Quinx, thus being a revolutionary experiment, and Ui, who is admittely incredibly skilled and respected, Urie would be much more important

I would argue (especially for Kanou, even if he had Shirazu’s body as as an introduction for the Quinx’ biology). And why is Ui the only one Furuta didn’t try to mercilessly taunt and kill like the rest of his CCG collegues? Sorry for bothering you, I would love to hear some input from your part. And thanks for having so much patience.

Oooh yes this is actually something I’ve put a lot of thought into so don’t worry about bugging me I’m pretty excited to answer a question like this anon. To preface this though before I start typing it up, I have a lot of thoughts on this subject so it might get a bit rambly. So i’m breaking it into parts. 

(1) - Story Reasons

The Ui and Furuta relationship is actually something that has been set up for a long time coming. Tokyo Ghoul is kind of messy at times, but if you look back to the work as a whole it’s a bit amazing how many things that were set up as far back as the Rose arc are paying off now. Ui was technically introduced before Furuta, but the first arc that they were given prominence was shared together. 

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