#trunk road agency

[justmeinadaze]

I'm in Control Part 3 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: Im such a whore for these 2 <3

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies ( I regret nothing) Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie (I'm drooling) , Reader does get harassed but our boys save the day <3

Word Count: 3041

“The convention is Saturday in Vegas. Eddie and Steve, you guys will be with Y/N here and she can show you the ropes. Y/N, I’m bringing some of the other ladies as well. Later on, you and I are going to go scouting for some talent, ok? Nothing new.”

You nod as you smile. “You boys won’t get much sleep depending on when you wrap on Friday.”

“Eh, we’re kind of used to it by now.” Steve grins at you as he sighs. “Just grateful to be a part of all this.”

“Speaking of not getting much sleep…”, TJ spins around in his chair. “Your date with Malcolm? Yay? Nay? Wedding bells?”

“Calm down. It was one date.”, you giggle as you collect some things from your desk and stand. 

“Oh, come on. We’re all grownups here. Was the sex at least mind-blowing?”

You look at your boss before glancing over at your clients. Their eyes were full of hope, waiting on pins and needles for your answer. You lightly swat at TJ’s arm as you exit the office. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

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“Mmmm… I don’t morning well.”, Eddie climbed into the backseat and immediately rested his head against the window, folding his arms as he closed his eyes. 

You scooted towards the middle as Steve squished in beside you. Leaning over the backseat, you grab a blanket you brought and tenderly throw it over you and Eddie’s legs. 

His eyes briefly open as he looks down before turning to smile at you. “Thank you, Sweetheart.”

“Alright lady and gentlemen, hopefully we won’t hit too much traffic. Y/N, I’m sorry, honey. I have everything piled in the front seat and trunk. Are you ok back there?”

“Yeah, TJ. I’m fine.”

Once you guys were on the road, Eddie was completely knocked out. 

“Wow. It didn’t take him long, did it?”

“He really doesn’t do mornings. Being a porn star, musician, and all-around nerd, his active hours are usually after 8pm.”, Steve chuckles.

“Nerd?”

“Oh, yeah. Mr. Munson here is a huge fan of D & D and most things fantasy.”

That makes you genuinely smile. “What about you? Are you a nerd to?”

“No ma’am. I was definitely a jock guy in high school. I mean… I liked Star Wars. That was fun.”

“Star Wars is good. I’m kind of more of a Star Trek girl though.” His eyebrows knit together in confusion. “You’ve never watched Star Trek?”

“I don’t know what that is.”, Steve laughs at your shocked expression. “What else do you like?”

“I love music and dancing. Um, I don’t really know to be honest. I grew up in a small, tightly wound community. Their definition of fun was vastly different. Everything I got into didn’t start till I moved out here except…”

“Except…porn?”, he asks. 

 “I remember once, when I was a kid, my brother got caught with a porno magazine under his bed. My mom flipped out and called our church pastor. We rushed him down so he could be “cleansed of his sins”. It just never made sense to me. Sex is supposed to be beautiful and fun. How can it be so bad?”

“You’re a fascinating woman, Y/N.” Your eyes lock on his as you both grin. 

Halfway into the trip, you found your eyes getting extremely heavy. Your head lazily fell on Steve’s shoulder as you drifted off to sleep. 

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“I can’t believe you’ve never been to one of these conventions before.”, you smile at the boys as you finish setting up the booth for your agency. 

“Technically, I have been to a convention but it wasn’t like this.” Eddie quickly rose from the chair he was sitting in and gestured for one of the actresses who had just come back from freshening up to take the seat. 

“Oh? Was it one of those nerdy conventions Steve was telling me you were into?”

The metal head playfully squints at his friend. “Traitor.”

“Hey, you fell asleep. We filled the time with conversation on the ride up here. Stay awake next time and then maybe you can participate.”, Steve grins. 

You reach over and pat Eddie’s shoulder. “It’s ok. I like that you’re a bit of a geek. I’ll finally have someone to talk nerdy with.”

“Y/N!”

“TJ!”

“Look at all my beautiful people. I love it. Are you ready to come find some talent?” His smile widens when you nod, grabbing your clipboard. “Everyone else, stay here and look gorgeous. Gentlemen, if you could keep an eye on these ladies. We’ve never had a problem before but people can be a bit to…grabby.”

You and your boss walk the floor for hours, finding a few people he would like to sign. While TJ was talking to the stars, you were mingling with the managers. Managers brought talent to agency for a finder’s fee so you knew you guys would have a higher chance of getting more signs if they brought their stars to you.

When you two make your way back to your area, everyone seems to be having a good time. The girls were talking to some fans while Eddie and Steve were mingling with other male porn stars needing advice. 

“My family has no idea I do this but I’m glad I’m able to send my mom money every week to help the bills.”, the young man hangs his head.

“Do you do it just for the money?”, Eddie’s voice is full of compassion as he speaks. 

“Not really. I like… I like the job. I find it exciting.”

“Well, then you have nothing to be ashamed of, man. As long as you enjoy it then fuck everyone else.” 

The boy giggles at him. “Do your parents know what you do?”

“Pfft, my dad would actually have to care first.”, Steve rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, mine can’t even watch porn where he is.” Eddie’s smile falls a bit before he continues. “But my uncle knows and he doesn’t really care. He told me the same thing I told you.”

“Hey, baby.” You extend your arms out to the boy talking to the guys. 

His eyes light up when he notices you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lifts you off your feet. “Y/N! I was hoping I’d see you.”

“TJ would kill me if I didn’t come with him to these things.”

“She’s right I would.” Your boss smiles at the young man. “Y/N, take the guys and grab some lunch. I’ll wait here with the other ladies and we’ll go when you get back.”

“Ok.” You tenderly cup the boy’s face as you grin up at him. “Remember. You are amazing.”

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“How do you know that kid we were talking to? Or do you just know everyone?”, Steve stabs his fork into the Styrofoam container in front of him. 

“I’ve known Avery since he first got here a couple of years ago.”, you cover your mouth as you talk. “He was wondering around the convention with these wide dough eyes. He looked so terrified. I showed him around and answered his questions. He’s a good kid.”

When you looked up from your food you noticed they were both smiling at you. “What?”

“Nothing. You’re just really sweet. It’s adorable.”, Eddie’s grin widens before he puts the beer bottle in front of him to his lips.

“Like I said, this industry has a way and a reputation. I want everyone to be comfortable.”

Your phone on the table comes to life as it vibrates next your plate. You glance over at the it before pushing end. You know when you look back at them, they had read the name on the screen. 

I’m in control.

“So your date with Malcolm went well, huh? You never told us how that ended.”, Steve leaned back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“You’re right, I didn’t.”

“Must have ended rather well if he’s calling her phone while she’s out of town.”, Eddie closed his container, moving it to the side and out of his way. 

“To be fair, Mr. Munson, that’s none of your business. What I do with my private time is none of my client’s concerns.”

“She’s absolutely right, Steve.” You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm. “Now, I’m going to ask a question and please tell me if I’m crossing a client/ agent boundary here, Princess. Do you usually let clients finger you while you watch your other client get head?”

Eddie leaned back in his chair, smiling in triumph as your jaw clenched in frustration. 

“What I do with my private time away from you both has nothing to do with either of you and you have no right to be upset. I can fuck whoever I want especially since you’re allowed to get your shitty blow job and both of you are allowed to kiss on anyone you please.”

Steve turns to Eddie delivering a joking glare. “Traitor.”

“What did I do?”

“You told her I hated the way that girl sucked my dick.”

“Was I wrong?”

“Missing the point!”, their heads turn back to you as you shout at them. “It’s not fair.” You abruptly stand from your chair and start to leave them before stopping yourself, charging back toward the table. “What the fuck am I even saying? Fuck whoever you want. I don’t care. We,” you gesture between the three of you. “We are nothing except client and agent. This is a business relationship.”

Steve’s smile grows as he turns to Eddie who smiles back. “I notice she keeps preaching the client agent thing but has yet to answer your question.”

I’m in control AND I’m fucking angry.

“You know what, Daddy.” You watch with contempt as he straightens up at the name. “I’ll answer his fucking question. No, Sir. I don’t usually let things like that happen. I fucked up but that’s ok because that’s the last time that it will. Especially since I found a man who can satisfy my needs way better than I’m sure either of you can.”

Eddie watches your rant with amused eyes as Steve’s slowly start to fill with annoyance. You lean against the table on your palms, alternating your gaze between their own. “Oh, boys and trust me. Malcolm can sat-is-fy.” You overdramatically roll your eyes to the back of your head as you bite your lip. “I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

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“TJ, today was exhausting. Can’t we just relax?”, Eddie asks with a sigh as he pulls the Metallica shirt over his head.

“Tomorrow, guys. I promise. This is a big party that the host of the convention throws on that Saturday and a lot of important eyes will be there. Speaking of,” he looks them both up and down, “are you sure you don’t want to change?”

Steve and Eddie had changed out of their tight, revealing wardrobe they were wearing that day into more loose fitting, comfortable clothes. A small knock on the door gets your bosses attention. “That’ll be Y/N.”

The guys listen to you and him exchange some words before he leads you further into the room. “See, gentlemen. This is how you should look.”

Their jaws dropped when they saw you in your little black spaghetti strap dress that cut off just above your knees. Your hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail and the heels that you had on made you a couple of inches taller. 

Eddie was the first to regain his composure. “I don’t think a dress like that would fit me.”

You smile as your eyes flick to Steve’s waiting for him to say something. He casually exhaled before leaning back on his elbows from his place on the bed. “Well, definitely fitting for a party full of porn stars.”

Your head tilted to the side. “I sent a picture of it to Malcolm and he said I looked gorgeous.”

“And he was right.” TJ grinned as he threw on his jacket. “Ugh, fine! Come on then.”

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The bass in the ballroom of the hotel room beats loudly against the walls. You survey your surroundings from your spot at the bar as you take a sip from your glass.

“Hey there, sexy.”

Not even hiding your disgust, you cringe as you turn to see the man addressing you. You recognized him from other films. He was a popular choice to star in most roles due to his conventional good looks but his personality was absolute garbage and you hated talking to him every time you had to. 

“Hey Jack.”

“You’re here alone again? I will never understand how someone like you comes to these things without a date.”

“Maybe that’s because I can have fun without having someone attached to me.”

He chuckles as he chugs back the drink that was handed to him. “I think it’s because you have a crush on me.”

You scoff as you leave the bar trying to distance yourself from him. To your dismay, he follows you. “Come on, Y/N. I’m single. You’re single. It doesn’t even have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”

“You’re disgusting.” You shove him away, power walking in the opposite direction hoping to find your 6’3 muscle bound boss. 

Jack grips your wrist and tugs you against the wall, pressing his entire body into you. “You play this game with me all the time, Y/N. I know you want me. Everyone does.”

“Trust me, Jack. I don’t. Now get off me.”

A wicked smile crosses his face as he leans down to try and kiss you. You kick his shin and move around him bumping straight into Eddie. Steve comes from the side and pushes Jack against the wall, holding him by his collar. 

“When someone says no, the answer is no. If you ever touch her again, my friend here and I will make you regret it. Do you understand me?”

“Hey. I was just—”

“I said do you understand me?!”

“Yes! Jesus Christ.”

“Good. Now get out of my sight.”, he lets him go, tossing him away. 

“Are you okay?”, Eddie asks as his eyes scan you over. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you.” They both smile as the he adjusts the strap that had slid down on your dress. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N but we’re tired. I don’t care what TJ says.” Steve sighs as he grabs Eddie’s arm. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hug your arms as they disappear suddenly feeling extremely cold and alone. 

I’m in control.

“Hey!” Your heels smack against the tile as you run after them. “Hey, um, do you guys want to, um, order a pizza or something? I don’t know about you but I’m starving. 

They glance at each other before turning to you. 

“We could eat.”

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You cover your mouth full of pizza as you laugh at a story the boys had just told. “Eddie, I had no idea you could play the guitar. I mean Steve mentioned you were a musician but he didn’t say what you played.”

“Oh yeah, Sweetheart. When we get back home, I’ll show you.” Eddie strums his fingers over invisible strings. 

“What about you?”, you point at Steve. 

“God no. I don’t even know popular music let alone how to play it. You?”

“I’m not that cool, unfortunately.”

“I think you’re pretty cool.” Eddie grins at you before your phone vibrates. 

“Hey TJ.”

“Where the hell are you? And where are my stars?”

“I am upstairs getting ready for bed. As for Steve and Eddie, I have no idea where they are.”

“You’re their agent, Y/N.”

“It’s a party! Jesus. I’m sure they both found some pretty girls and are having fun. Do the same!” You chuckle as you hang up your phone and throw it against the sofa chair near the window. “What?! Why are you staring at me again?”

“Sheesh, calm down.” Steve grins as he holds up his hands. “You just always find ways to surprise us. That’s all.”

“Why do you talk like that? Like you’re one person?”

He turns to Eddie. “Are you not surprised?”

“I’m very surprised she didn’t play her agent card and rat us out.”

You tilt your head and turn away from them as you whisper loud enough for them to hear. “They aren’t answering the question…Yeah I noticed that.” You raise your eyebrows at them. “See? It’s fucking annoying, isn’t it?”

“You spend enough time with someone you get to know them pretty well. Remember, we told we grew up together, spent time together in and after high school, and now we work together in a business that requires you to be vulnerable.”

“That’s ironic.”, you respond to Steve with only mild sarcasm. When they both look at you with confusion, you explain. “Since I’ve met you, I think the only time you’ve been vulnerable is on the drive up here. If you were being more open you would have told me you how you felt about me and Malcolm from the start instead of throwing your little tantrums.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk, Miss I’m-the-agent.”, Eddie sits up on the bed giving you more attention. “If you weren’t attracted or didn’t at least feel something for us, you would have told me to fuck off at that party just like you did with that douchebag downstairs.”

“Did you fuck him?” Steve gruff tone froze you both.

“Who Jack? God no—”

“No. Malcolm. Did you fuck him?” You and the man stare each other down, waiting for the other to concede. 

“It doesn’t matt—” Steve’s arm shot out, reaching for your throat before pulling your lips to his. There was a tenderness behind it that you weren’t prepared for but desperately wanted more of. 

His mouth hovered over yours as he pulled away. Your throat moved under his grasp as you swallowed. “Did. You. Fuck. Him?”

“No.”, you breathed out.

“No what?”

I’m in control. I’m in control. I want him to kiss me again. No! Shit. I’m in control. His lips tasted so good. I wonder what Eddie tastes like. No! I’m in control. I’m—

“No, Daddy.”

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[rustystars]

dghda slightly darker slightly to the left. dirk & bart run a holistic agency. dirk solves mysteries, bart... handles them. they're not close, but they escaped blackwing together, & they love each other in an odd little way. that being said things are always tense--the show opens during one of their fights & they've decided to separate for the first time since the escape. central to their dynamic is that dirk is very Anti Murder. this is played for laughs (closing his eyes & yelling NOPE! Not seeing this! I'm walking away & not part of this! whenever bart grabs a gun or knife or cheese grater), but there's a clear effect on their relationship. dirk disapproves of her but doesn't know how to help her change, & she wants to live up to his expectations, but doesn't know how to be what she's not. she runs away to figure things out.

meanwhile. dirk's hired to solve the murder of patrick spring. he's OBSESSED with solving it but he's slightly convinced that bart killed him, & out of loyalty/a sense of guilt for driving her away, dirk's simultaneously trying to cover it up so she isn't caught. in order to solve it without actually solving it, he latches onto todd. he's his assistant! but mainly he's forcing todd to play detective so dirk can pretend he's not also playing detective. several layers of deception happening here (dirk tells todd he's solving the case but actually he's just PLAYING detective because he's really covering up the murder. but he's just telling himself that, because in reality he is just solving the case & randomly throwing pieces of evidence in his trunk to become vital later)

meanwhile ken, hired to build a strange machine for a strange group, gets attacked. his boss is killed & the machine is stolen by an even stranger group of four. in a van. i'm guessing you can tell who. he's lucky to have survived but..... he can't leave well enough alone. who were those people? WHAT JUST HAPPENED? somehow he ends up chasing after them with a strange woman covered in blood. cue murder road trip 2: almost the same but this time ken's driving

the actual plot of the show is the same, it's just. small details

#dghda #dirk gently's holistic detective agency #trying to think of how farah would change but I don't actually remember her backstory that well 😭 #haven't seen the show in a while

[theos-fics]

Business Vs. Pleasure (17+)

Leon S. Kennedy x afab! Reader (gender not specified!!)

Word count: 2, 734

Prompt generator fic!

 ‘’Y/n and Kennedy go on a camping trip. Y/n forgets to bring a sleeping bag, so they have to squeeze into Kennedy's sleeping bag with them. ‘’

Tw: Sexual activity (17/18+), vulgar descriptions, fingering, makeout, Leon lowkey being a sub

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It’s not everyday you get to go to work out in the wilderness, or close enough that it’s unusual. Leon was not ignoring the fact that the “wilderness” that he was to be working in was infested with the C-Virus, and he was sent back to Spain to clean up anything that was able to escape from the island that Asheley Graham was trapped on; it was better to be safe than sorry, he guessed. What he was not aware of was that he was being sent with one of the agency's newer Agents, who seemed more than willing to do whatever was asked of them. It reminded him of who he was before Raccoon city. Ignorantly following every order that was given to him, and they were almost the same. Luckily for you, the rookie, Kennedy was hoping that your first day would be a little lighter than his.

It wasn’t every day people who were simple law enforcement were sought out by the United States government. Unlike those who worked around you, you believed you were at least a little more experienced than they thought you were. You had worked in the profession as soon as you could out of high school and climbed the ranks throughout your years of hard work and effort, and your effort paid off in the long run because you were making far more money than anyone in your department could dream of. That was what had been on your mind as you rode in the passenger side backseat of the older car in which Leon sat beside you. There was one of the local law enforcement men driving both of you to the “undisclosed” location so both of you could investigate and make sure that nothing escaped from that island. 

“How much longer?” Leon asked the driver and leaned over so he could look at the driver over the middle console, his brows furrowed so the hard ridges on his face were more noticeable. Ever since you had been introduced to Agent Kennedy you noticed one primary thing about him; that he was perpetually stressed out. His stress lines burned into his young face even though he couldn’t be older than his late twenties. It was rude to ask anyone their age, so you simply never gave in. “We will arrive there in a few minutes. The extraction point will be on the other side of the forest. The coast side. A helicopter will arrive to take you back.” The driver spoke with a Spanish accent, never averting his eyes from the road as he spoke to Leon. With the response your partner leaned back in his seat and sighed, leaning his head up against the window while you looked over to him- was training a rookie this bad? You had gotten well acquainted with Leon through your collaboration on a lot of intel. Most of your work for the Government had been office based so far, but maybe that is where Leon wanted you to stay.

Your driver suddenly slowed in front of a cleared out patch in the forest, the gravel on the side of the road making the car shake and both you as well as your partner reached out to brace yourselves. Both of you looked at each other and he smiled lightly, “you’re not used to off-roading either, huh?” You smiled and laughed in response, shaking your head as you looked around at what seemed to be an endless forest. “We’re here. Out now. I am late to lunch because of you two.” Leon was the first to get out, you following suit and heading to the trunk to unload anything you two had brought. Leon seemed far more prepared, a whole duffle bag of supplies slung across his shoulder and his trademark bomber jacket. Maybe this is why people didn’t like rookies, because you packed a few weapons and a jacket. Without thinking twice, you simply grabbed your things and closed the trunk. Leon slapped the rear of the car with his hand which seemed to signal the driver to speed off. After getting a face full of dust you both began your unsure descent into the forest, you following at the heel of your superior and making sure to keep an eye on whatever he couldn’t.

The bare minimum that you had been told is that the Federal Government had figured out that there was a docktown that had a sister town where those from the island were traveling to and from, which needed to be checked out. The files assured that there was a small chance that there was anyone there since most of them were a part of the cult that Leon had been tasked with taking care of. It was a cool place despite being Spain; the jacket being a good decision on both you and Leon’s part since you were already chilly with the sun out. It was a beautiful place without a doubt, an array of mosses and trees scattering the area along with some wildlife which would scurry off as soon as they noticed you walking through the forest. You were quiet now, you weren't sure if it was because you were unaware of what to talk about with Leon, or because you weren’t sure if you were allowed to talk now that you two were actually out. Your partner took notice of your apprehension, turning his head some to look back at you, “You know you’re a great rookie, far better than I was when I first started this job,” he praised, “I actually request you when I make my case reports.” The compliment made you smile. Bashful in a way as you responded, “you’re really easy to work with on the reports. Most of our colleagues are a little stubborn with their work.” He laughed in response, slowing to be able to talk to you easier and continuing the conversation further.

You were at the edge of a village before the two of you knew it, Leon quieting after noticing the buildings in the distance and putting a finger to his lips to halt the conversation. Both of you began your silent investigation of the town. Being empty from the outside though both of you knew you were there to make sure that it was actually empty. It was later in the day now as well, so it made both of you more apprehensive to walk around. “I’ll take the right side, you take the left.” Leon whispered and you nodded, both heading in your respective directions. The left of the village was mostly made of what seemed like stores or storage buildings, having to use a flashlight as the day fell into dusk and the forest prohibiting any of the setting sun’s light to come into the village. The only living creatures you had found within the buildings were rats and birds, making use of empty and uninhabited shelters to use for themselves. While you were exploring the upstairs of your building you heard a creak from the floor behind you, whirling around and pointing your light along with your gun at the noise; which was Leon. His hands up as he smiled mischievously, “A lot quicker than I thought,” he commented.“That’s why I got hired.” You quipped back. He responded positively, nodding in agreement as he looked around the building.

It was one of the few that you had found that was not rat infested nor too dirty to even breathe properly in. Leon’s eyes darted around before looking back to you and motioning around, “We should shack up here for the night.” He pulled his duffle bag from around his shoulders and dropped it on the floor, “if there are infected around you don’t want to fight them in the dark. Trust me.” With the way he grimaced after his statement you decided to trust him on that and placed your gun back into your gun belt. You stood there as he unpacked a few blankets and a pillow for himself; you looked a little dumb now, you must admit, but nobody told you this job was going to be an overnight thing! Leon looked up at you as you stood there, raising a brow and speaking, “you didn’t bring anything to sleep on, did you?” He didn’t seem disappointed by any means, a blanket in one of his hands as he looked at you expectantly. “I wasn’t told this was going to be a sleepover,” you mused, “I would have brought one of those personality quiz magazines and a sports magazine to ogle at shirtless boys.” Leon chuckled as he gestured to the poorly made palette in front of him and spoke, “Well, you can share mine with me- I have enough blankets for two.” The idea made your face flush, smiling at him in thanks, “I would appreciate that, Leon. Nothing like getting up close and personal with a coworker, Right?”

It wasn’t weird or anything laying beside Leon, he was a nice guy and everything so he gave you the appropriate space, of course. Then you two ended up talking petty opinions like superior pets and such. It was a mildly mind numbing conversation that had both of you eventually dozing off, a stiff sleep considering you were laying on the floor. Though, it was sleeping nonetheless. It was mostly dreamless. You woke up prematurely with your face in the crook of his neck and one of his arms resting on your hip. Obviously since both of you were asleep there wasn’t anything unprofessional about the position. But now that you were well aware of how inappropriate this would be if you were both awake, it made you flush- it made you feel hot, almost. It wasn’t like you and Leon had tension or anything, friendly office banter and playful flirting when you two were alone working on something. It was playful, wasn’t it? With his firm chest against your own it didn’t feel as playful. A burn stirring in your abdomen as you are suddenly very aware of where Leon is and where he is not. Everything was burning and you could only act like his breath on the shell of your ear only felt cool because you were burning up, everything felt like it was embers on your skin.

For some reason you moved your head from his neck and looked up to him, meeting his glassy blue eyes before gulping and wondering why your mouth was so dry right now. His lips were parted as he looked at you, “I thought you were asleep Leon- I would have moved if you had told me you were awake, you know that right? I mean I-” you were interrupted with his hand that was under your head gripping your face to get you to stop rambling. Again you met his eyes, pupils blown in an almost cartoonish fashion as he watched your lips pucker from the grip he had on your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?” Leon gasped, like he had been waiting to say that and with the desperateness of his tone you would not be surprised if he had been. Nodding since his grip prohibited you from speaking properly he leaned in and pressed a kiss to you, oddly domestic for the way that he was acting in the moment though it somehow caused the burn in your belly to worsen. It was gentle, how could someone of his strength be so soft. He seemed baffled when he pulled away, letting go of your face again which let you get a short breath of air before he was back at your lips again; his passion showed through this time, his arm on your hip moving so that he could grip into the flesh that he could almost feel through your pants.For some reason you moved your head from his neck and looked up to him, meeting his glassy blue eyes before gulping and wondering why your mouth was so dry right now. His lips were parted as he looked at you, “I thought you were asleep, Leon- I would have moved if you had told me you were awake, you know that, right? I mean, I-” you were interrupted with his hand that was under your head. Gripping your face to get you to stop rambling. Again, you met his eyes- pupils blown in an almost cartoonish fashion as he watched your lips pucker from the grip he had on your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?” Leon gasped, like he had been waiting to say that and with the desperateness of his tone you would not be surprised if he had been. Nodding, since his grip prohibited you from speaking properly, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to you. Oddly domestic for the way that he was acting in the moment. Though, it somehow caused the burn in your belly to worsen. It was gentle. How could someone of his strength be so soft? He seemed baffled when he pulled away, letting go of your face again which let you get a short breath of air before he was back at your lips again. His passion showed through this time. His arm on your hip moving so that he could grip into the flesh that he could almost feel through your pants.

When he pulled away there was a bit of drool on the corner of his lip, neither of you really bothering with it as he moved the hand on your hip to your abdomen and gulped. Feeling where the waist of your pants were and looking up at you. His eyes were still glassy, though there was a part of you that was almost certain that this was because of his seemingly desperate need to feel whatever lay beyond the confines of your pants. Without thinking you nodded and he moved one of his arms down to unbutton your pants and then unzipped them. Not caring further as he moved his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers before moving them back down. He pressed his hand flat against your belly before sliding them past your underwear and into your heat, both of you gasping at the feeling. You were wetter than you thought; the feeling of his cool hands making you shiver unconsciously. Leon whined similarly, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth of your pussy. Maybe the months of pent up tension from the office was finally making itself known, or maybe two people on the floor together were just meant to be but neither of you cared at that moment. As long as no infected thing stumbled its way into your little room you two couldn’t care less.

He was like a man starved as he stuffed his fingers inside of you. Thrusting them into your cunt with abandon as you pressed your face into the curve of his neck- propping your leg up onto his hip to give him better access to what he clearly sought out. Unbeknownst to you, Leon was getting off on his own. The hot feeling swelling over you making you ignore the feeling of his bulge rubbing against your other thigh. Leon was painfully skilled with his fingers. Feeling as your hips stuttered into him when he curled his finger against the fleshy spot inside of you and he kept curling. The nerves were alight between your legs as you began tearing up from the intensity of his fingers, angling his palm so everytime you jutted your hips it pressed your swollen clit up against the heel of his hand. It took you a minute to realize that his heel was your stimulation. Finally starting to buck your hips enough to rub the sensitive nub against his calloused hand to get any stimulation that you possibly could. It was sweltering now, him whining out loud as he got off on the squelch of your pussy and any breathless sound you made. Even without any light you could feel the heat of his face in your neck, his lips starting to prod at your neck as he tried to quiet himself down. Even though you were the one he was working on, he sounded pitiful as he cried and whined at the feeling of your slick drenching his hand.

Soon you were erratic with your hips at the feeling of your clit rubbing against Leon’s palm. You yourself moaned out as he sped up his fingers and arched his wrist to meet your own thrusts. Your lower belly was tense as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of bliss, your pitch heightening as Leon’s finger curled one last time and you cried out, moving your hands up into his hair and pulling on it as he whimpered at the feeling. He was not far behind you with a pathetic whine and his hips twitching, his eyes rolling back as he stilled his grinding against you. It was a moment of tense silence before Leon pulled his fingers from your pussy with a discontented whine from you, wrapping that arm around your waist and pulling you into him again and pressing his face into your chest. “You are so hot.” he said bluntly, which in response, you giggled. Your brain was still foggy from his precise fingers. After another few moments of silence you gained feeling back over your body, a wet spot being felt on the space before your knee. “Leon, did you get off on my knee?” you asked breathlessly. A flush overwhelming your face again as he looked up at you lazily. “If you just go to sleep I will wake you up with another treat,” he offered. A dazed look on his face as he looked up to you with those puppy dog eyes. “Deal.”

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Edited by: Max

Written by: theo's-fics

#leon x reader #leon kennedy #leon #resident evil #smut #x reader #resident evil x reader #re4 x reader #re4 #x reader smut

[shywhumpauthor]

The Merry Whump of May—Day 21

“Devil’s advocate”

Tome | Desperation | Hiking Trail

This doesn’t fit the prompt, like, art all but that’s too damn bad

Masterlist

Cw: kidnapping, manhandling/abuse, blood, beating, restraints

Sidekick let out a grunt as the car hit a pothole, their head slamming against the floor of the trunk hard enough to draw tears to their eyes. Pain pulsed like a heartbeat through their skull, stabbing deeper with each labored breath.

Their chest felt tight, unnaturally so, a sharp sting shooting up their side every time they breathed a little too deep, keeping their inhales shallow.

Their hands were secured behind them, two cable zip ties tugged tight enough that they bit into the flesh. Sidekick’s fingertips were beginning to go numb, feeling unnaturally swollen. Their legs bound at the thighs and ankles with a coil of nylon rope, keeping them awkwardly folded behind them. The strain of the position was wearing away at their muscles already, and the rough turns the car kept making wasn’t much help to their bruised body.

With a squeal of the brakes, Sidekick was thrown against the trunk’s interior, their nose smashing against the rugged divide between the boot and the backseat.

Blood began to flow down their face, thick in their throat. With their position, they couldn’t do anything but try to spit it out and not choke to death on the metallic taste.

The bastard was doing it on purpose. They fucking knew it.

They hadn’t been gagged nor blindfold, but that didn’t give them any vantage. The trunk was about the same size they were in their awkward position, if not a bit smaller, leaving them to tuck their chin down or pull their legs up. It was too shallow for them to roll over in, and though they were now practically flush against the inside, they could feel the lid of the trunk not two inches from touching their back.

For the first maybe two minutes into the ride, Sidekick had screamed. They knew that no one would be able to hear their cries for help, not on the road from the inside of an insulated car trunk. More so to annoy their kidnapper, which they had counted as a small success when their assailant turned the car’s radio up so loud Sidekick could feel the bass vibrations.

Superhero would be worried. Sidekick had an evening patrol with them tonight, hell, that must have been hours ago, for how long it’d felt they’ve been driving. First, they’d be mad, probably thinking Sidekick had ditched them. Which was a valid assumption, seeing as it wouldn’t have been the first time they had decided some menial task such as paperwork was more important than watching over empty streets. But then they’d check up on Sidekick’s office at the agency, see they weren’t there. Then they’d go to their apartment, after their three texts and a call went unanswered. After that, Sidekick wasn’t sure what they would do, it had never escalated farther than that. Maybe they’d track Sidekick’s phone, or their watch, and find them smashed in some alleyway dumpster.

After that, they’d probably send an alert to all the heroes connected to the agency, just telling them to keep their eyes out. After two days, they’d probably go searching on their own, cornering villains and conducting some informal… questioning.

The car slammed heavily on the breaks, but this time Sidekick was able to duck their head, preventing them from crashing face-first into the interior of the trunk again. They expected it to accelerate again, but instead they heard the car shift into park, suddenly going quiet as the ignition was twisted off and the radio went out.

Sidekick felt a prick of fear twine through their chest, but paired with it was a heavy sense of anger. The fuck did this asshole want with them?

Then fear overtook them again as they heard a door slam shut. Whoever this was, they’d attacked them from behind. Hit them in the back of the head with some sort of hard beam, roughed them up a good deal, before restraining them and dumping them in the trunk. Sidekick hadn’t managed to catch a glimpse of their face.

What if it was a criminal? What if it was Supervillain? Shit, they’d be as good as damn dead. Awful flashes of torture and gore spun through their mind as they heard the muffled crunch of gravel circle around the car. They’d skin them alive, dissect them piece by piece until there was nothing left but a pile of carnage. Supervillain had done worse, Sidekick knew. They’d worked some of their cases.

But when the trunk flipped open, and Sidekick craned back to look over their shoulder, squinting against the light, they realized it wasn’t Supervillain.

One hand resting on the boot’s lid as they leaned over, teeth glinting sharp, the shadows on their face stoic and intense, as Hero grinned down at them.

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@themerrywhumpofmay

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[livinginmystars]

Good afternoon! I'm just a fan of your creativity. When I saw that the requests were open, I decided to try my luck. The reaction of Yoshinori Yagi (the Almighty), Aizawa, Hitoshi Shindo to the fact that their s/o has a very strong quirk (similar to one for all). I apologize for my clumsy English.

Don't worry at all about your English! I'm happy to take requests now that I'll have the time to be active again~ (And now that I'm back from the dead ^^')

I'm also really happy if you like what I'm doing so thank you for the message ^-^/

So here you go for a reaction for All Might, Hitoshi and Aizawa about their s/o having a very strong quirk (similar to One For All)

y/n -> your name e/c -> eye color h/c -> hair color h/n -> hero name

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All Might (Toshinori Yagi)

Your quirk is definitely the first thing that got his attention, especially if you met during hero work

You would have joined his agency as a sidekick and it would make him both curious and amazed because unlike the OFA that has already been passed through a few generations, your quirk hasn't

I don't think he would see it as a competition but rather as a powerful ally he can rely on

With the years passing by, he would very probably talk to you about OFA and also about his condition when he starts to get weaker as the time passes by

He would also often remind people that even if your quirks seem similar, you two are not the same so people don't take your efforts for granted

"To all heroes in patrol in Roppongi district, we have a car on the run at the crossing of the APA Hotel. The witnesses described it as an old red Hino with three robbers inside."

The call had barely been issued a few seconds ago that both Toshinori and you had responded positively and got into movement. It didn't take long for the two of you to get there, having been pro-heroes for a while now. Though you knew he was getting close to his limit for the day and so, keep an eye on him. Finding the said would be easy as it drove past every traffic lights disturbing ever person on the street though thankfully not hurting anybody.

Toshinori would be the one to go on the street first, bringing a smile on your lips when he'd stop the car extremely easily, with just one hand with his own signature grin to reassure to civilians.

"It is fine now. Why? Because I am here!"

You'd land on the ground just as the people around would start to cheer and encourage him, following him from close to help catch the three robbers. The only problem being that by the time you'd arrive next to the car, a loud honking sound reaches your ears, warning you of the other danger coming from the side. Car pursuits always makes traffic more dangerous than anything as the vehicle is stopped in the middle of the road.

Yet, you'd jump right in front of the truck that would have hit everyone at the crossing with no fear. You'd have planted your feet on the ground, activating your quirk to empower your strength before stopping the enormous vehicle with your gloved hands, making sure not to completely have it fall over. You'd thankfully leave the civilians unharmed, the trunk driver with only some sore pain from the harsh stop and the robbers caught.

When everything was dealt with, the two of you would get moving again to continue your patrol and you'd notice the smile on Toshinori's face. It would make you stare back at him, a little curious.

"What?" You'd ask, not sure why he's looking at you, amused like this.

"It just amazes me every time how you can deploy such a strength." He'd state without any hint of hesitation. "I don't think I'll ever get used to it." He adds with a chuckle.

"Not even after so many years?" You'd tease, knowing fully well that the days where you were just a small sidekick are quite far behind.

"I guess not." He'd respond, offering you a hand to help you get back on the roofs to continue patrolling around.

Shota Aizawa

I can definitely imagine Present Mic trying to taunt him every once in a while about how his s/o is stronger than him.

Now Aizawa isn't someone who's physically weak either, but he knows better than to make it a competition with your quirk.

He'd be impressed but would rarely voice it out as he deems it to be obvious that he's proud.

It still doesn't stop his friends/ colleagues from laughing whenever you pop out on a TV screen or when you show your abilities and it brings a smile on Aizawa's face

You knew you were going to be late to the dinner you were supposed to attend with Shota, Hizashi and Nemuri (Midnight) and so you had warned him in advance with a text and a call explaining that you had been held back by an accident and that you were now on your way. Shota would repeat the same to his friends, which would understand and they all would order drinks to wait for you.

And as said in your text to Shota, you entered the restaurant in a slight rush but with a happy smile as you noticed your husband. And without much surprised he had already ordered your favorite drink before you arrived so you chuckle softly as you sit down beside him.

"I'm here, I'm here!" You'd say in a slightly cheerful tone, feeling relaxed at the sight of friends instead of villains. "Sorry for that, the agency needed me as urgency back-up today."

"As long as you don't come back to me in a hospital bed..." I'm good. Is what Shota thought but didn't say out loud, making you want to lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, almost as a reassurance.

"Yeah, you don't seem to be in bad shape. Must have been an easy vilain to deal with." Hizashi comments with his usual wide smile.

"Was actually not a vilain but a district accident. So it was more of a rescue." You'd explain, shrugging in response.

"Hold up, the accident in the Shinkawa district? With the building that collapsed? You were there?" Nemuri would ask, surprised and mentioning that she heard about it throughout the day.

"Collapsed building?" Now this attracts Shota's attention as he turns to you with a raised eyebrow.

You'd chuckle a little nervously, knowing that gaze and after meeting his serious, inquisitive eyes, you'd finally spill out that your agency needed you to go through the collapsed building because you were the only one able to lift the heavy parts of the building that were not destroyed to gain access to civilians.

Unsurprisingly, Shota would let out a weary sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. It's not disappointment, or angary or even annoyance. No it's just his "you're going to make me have a heart attack one day" face. The same he has with his class.

"They really need to find other solutions to these situations." He'd grumble about heroes in general. "Just because your quirk is strong and useful doesn't mean they have to call you every time."

However, you would not comment on it, knowing that it's just his way of expressing his worry. Instead, you'd be sure to make it up to him by being extra nice and peaceful that evening to compensate. Of course Hizashi starts joking again about your strength but Aizawa would only shrugs for what feels like the hundredth time because yes, it's impressive. But it's not what makes you a great hero, a good person or a good s/o. So while he's admirative, it often feels like he's the only one not making a huge deal out of it. Just like he's the only not comparing you to All Might.

Hitoshi Shinso

I think for Hitoshi it would be both frustrating and encouraging

It's frustrating because it helps a lot for the hero course, both for fighting, helping people, etc.

But at the same time, it's encouraging because it's motivating to do his best, especially if you're a someone who will actually encourage him

Though as his s/o he loves you too much to actually be mad about your quirk differences

As it's similar to OFA, he might ask if you're related to Midoriya at some point out of curiosity

Also a proud boy every time he sees you use your quirk and you do something amazing with it

Everytime your class had training, Hitoshi is kinda glad when he's not training with you particularly. Not that he hates it, it's just that it's not very easy to counter your quirk with his. So fighting you adds more difficulty. Because as good as he is with his ribbons and his fighting style, facing someone who can smash Todoroki's ice with a punch is not someone you're impatient to fight.

"Alright that's enough." Aizawa calls out, making all the students in the class stop. "We're nearing the end of the lesson, that'll be it for today."

The other students don't need to be told twice, going back to relaxed postures and the ones feeling tired sitting down to take a breath. As a reflex, Hitoshi would turn to you, noticing that you are helping Shoto get rid of all the ice that is left by breaking it down in smaller pieces. It brings a smile onto his face as he decides to walk in your direction.

"Hey y/n." He calls out, once he's close enough, watching how you go and chop chunks of ice as if it's just a piece of bread.

"Oh hey Toshi." You'd greet back with a smile, happy to see him. "You good? I hope you didn't struggle too much with your own duel."

"I wouldn't be making any progress if I didn't struggle at least a bit." He'd respond, though focused on your hands for a little while. "Doesn't it hurt?" He'd question as you keep hitting the ice without flinching.

"Hm? Not as long as I use my quirk." You'd let out a chuckle, not surprised at the question. "With my quirk it feels like breaking a piece of cardboard." You joke, chuckling slightly.

Out of curiosity, Hitoshi goes to tap the ice with one of his fingers, wondering how hard it actually is. As he feels a slight tinge of pain from just hitting it with the tip of his knuckle, he frowns. At this exact moment, he's confused as to how you can do that without hurting yourself, but he also is reasonably afraid of the strength of your quirk if it's as easy as breaking down cardboard like you said.

"That's... Yeah, no thank you for me." He'd mumble, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

You'd chuckle a little, amused at his reaction, which would, in turn, bring a small, discrete smile to his lips. It's actually a pride for him to know that you, a teenager who looks absolutely normal, that could probably kick his ass as well as kick the ass of half your classmates, is his s/o.

"Can't wait to see the day you'll manage to get Bakugo to swallow back his pride by kicking his ass." Shinso would joke with a smirk, absolutely confident in your abilities.

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #fluff #mha reaction #bnha reaction #aizawa shouta #mha aizawa #all might #toshinori yagi #shinso hitoshi #mha shinsou

[nerdferatum]

For the kisses: "A lingering kiss before a long trip apart. for Nora and Mason" maybe? Or "An awkward kiss given after a first date." for whomever it fits best! :)

This took so long, I'm so sorry! Writer's block, my detested, but here it is

46. A lingering kiss before a long trip apart

“You know, you could just admit that you are going to miss me,” said Nora. 

She was kneeling on the floor of her bedroom next to her open suitcase, which was already overflowing, trying to fit as many sweaters as possible in such a small space. She would be gone only two weeks for Christmas to visit her grandparents back in Spain. She had explained to Felix all the traditions she remembered from her childhood, and Mason couldn’t understand how she could be so excited about all those family reunions, meals and parties. He thought she was on his side when talking about big gatherings of loud people.

“I would never lie to you, sweetheart,” he replied from her bed, from where he had been watching her frustration slowly grow.

“It’s okay, sunshine.” Like every time she called him that, the word had a taste of sarcasm and affection that made him smirk in return. “I’ll keep the secret.”

“At this point, I’ll be happy if you can keep your things inside that suitcase.”

But she didn’t answer. She had to focus her whole being into closing the damn thing. 

It was true, though, that Mason never lied. He didn’t know if he would miss her, not exactly. He never had any issues partying ways with a fling, but, of course, Nora was different. She was coming back. He couldn’t say he would be sitting around, waiting like a sad puppy; that was more Felix’s territory, and even Nate’s, to an extent. If Mason had to be honest, he didn’t know what would happen in those two weeks. Nora’s life had become so intertwined with theirs that it wouldn’t be easy to walk around her absence, he supposed. They all relied a bit of themselves on her. He didn’t remember a day in the last few weeks when he wasn’t close to her.

“Okay, I think I’m done.”

Mason stared at the suitcase, about to burst open again. He shrugged and got up.

“You’re bringing that down on your own.”

“What?” she turned to him, “but you are a vampire! Super strong, super fast…”

“I’m also driving you to the airport. Don’t push your luck.”

She continued to grumble all the way to the Agency car while Mason followed behind, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. He did find an ounce of sympathy for her struggling, just enough to lift the suitcase to the trunk.

Nora had gotten used to being quiet in the car with him. No music, no conversation; she usually appreciated the silence herself. That particular day, however, she was having a hard time to keep her excitement to herself. She hadn’t talked much about her family up to that point. They had been able to piece some things together, but there was never enough to satisfy Felix or Nate’s curiosity. Mason, on the other hand, knew that if Nora had wanted them to know, she would have already told them. So he didn’t ask, not because he didn’t want to know (even thought he would never admit it out loud), but because he respected the way Nora wanted to approach the difficult topic that was her family and her childhood. Behind all the jokes and the façade of indifference, Mason could always see a sliver of the nostalgia that Nora never talked about. Until that moment, of course, when she was talking about all those people Mason had never heard about. There were many little stories distorted by the magic of the years that had passed. He could almost picture himself in the kitchen of that place.

“You know, I think you would like it.”

He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes still fixed on the road.

“I don’t mean now, at Christmas. Just the place. It doesn’t get too hot or too sunny. There’s a lot of space to be on your own. No one ever walks by, it could be days before you see another person. It’s the perfect place for you.”

“Invite me to the villa when it isn’t full of people.”

“A baserri, not a villa. It isn’t fancy,” she corrected him with a smile.

“It sounds fancy to me.”

“It’s an old house. Older than you, even.”

“I’m turning the car around.”

Her cheery laugh filled the car. He hadn’t ever seen her like that, as if she had dropped a mask she had forgotten she was wearing.

“I’m excited to be back, you know. It’s been a while.”

Mason let her ramble for a while, surprising himself with the curiosity bubbling in him. He had no interest in any festivities or family disputes, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking questions from time to time. There weren’t many times when Nora was that open and honest about herself, and, at that moment, Mason found himself enjoying that new side of her, like a heavy weight had lifted from her shoulders. He let her talk for the whole ride.

Nora was out of the door almost before he stopped the car, jumping to get her suitcase and her bag. He groaned but didn’t comment on it. He just silently watched her go through every pocket, listing out loud everything she had on her.

“A bit late if you forgot anything. Let's go.”

Mason took the heavy suitcase to force her to follow him, but the bright lights and the sudden booming voices stopped him in his tracks by the door.

“Hey, you can go if you want. This is honestly hell for me, I know it won’t be fun for you.”

Mason looked around them, into an ocean of stumbling, loud people. He took her bag from her shoulder and started walking again. 

“I swear I haven’t ever met anyone as stubborn as you.” The way Nora said it made it sound like a compliment.

“You should try and look in a mirror.”

“I do it quite often, thank you,” she announced proudly, even though she was having a hard time matching his long stride.

They were soon at the control, or, more precisely, at the end of the long queue leading to it. 

“This is me! Can I have my things now, please?”

She took everything from him without too much opposition on his side, aside from a barely hidden chuckle when the suitcase hit the floor with a loud thump. 

“You are such a gentleman. See you in two weeks?” she grinned, as she started to walk away.

“Wait, that’s it? I’ll drive you here and that’s all I get?”

“Weren’t you doing this from the goodness of your heart?” The grin had turned into a smirk. He could work with that. 

“You’ll be away for two weeks. I should have something to remember you by.”

She let her backpack slip onto the floor when she reached up to grab his shirt. She gently caressed his cheek with her other hand as their lips met in a slow kiss, completely different from any of the ones they shared before. The passion was there, but none of the rush, the hunger, the biting intensity that usually led them to one of their bedrooms. It was a soft kiss, full of all those strange, new feelings that Mason couldn’t put into words. Two weeks were a long time for two people who had barely been apart since they met. The month after their first mission had been an exhilarating wait; half that time now would be an excruciating pain. 

“Don’t worry,” she whispered against his lips when they finally broke apart, “I’ll keep your secret.”

Coming from anyone else, he would have groaned and walked away. Then, however, he stayed. His eyes never left her until she waved at him and disappeared into the crowd. As soon as she was out of sight, the yelling, the rattling baggages, the loudspeakers, every tiny movement rushed back to him at full effect, leaving him disoriented and a little shaken by the sudden aching. He hurried back to the car, where the smell of Nora’s shampoo still lingered in the air. Damn, he was going to miss her.

#also it's barely edited because if i waited to be ready for that it would be another month #so sorry for that too #sara writes #nora zelaya #nora x mason

[sansxfuckyou]

High tension, in a car of all places

Summary: Trucy accidentally surprises Taka, luckily for her, Simon is there to help! Unluckily they forgot to wear their extremely bulky overcoat and Miles ends up finding the aftermath.

Warnings: Light gore descriptions, swearing, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: Unable to do anything until I get this on paper, I just think Simon would be the worst when indoctrinated with a drug cocktail and needed to put it into words, its not much more than the car ride, but I still had fun writing it, once again, I take reblogs as a form of currency over likes.

Turns out spooking a hawk is not a wise idea.

Turns out Simon likes throwing themself into dangers path for fun or otherwise.

Turns out hawks can partially disembowel humans if scared enough.

Turns out that Miles does not like the agency looking like a murder scene.

Turns out Simon is getting a surgery.

And they are making their delirious state everyones problem and nothing can stop them, not even the organs threatening to spill.

They ferried them to the hospital in the back of a 2005 Subaru outback, they were talking absolute nonsense as they bled out in the trunk, innards sloshing with turns. Trucy sat in the passenger seat, silently, and the grip Miles had on the steering wheel threatened to tear the fabric used, even with the faint 'wee' heard from the back on the occasional turn, followed by high pitched giggles.

The shit that Simon was spouting had everyone in a state of shock, Klavier sat in the back beside Apollo as they had to help carry Simon down multiple flights of stairs, stomach torn open. They both ended up sticking around despite the fact they could've simply left at any time before they dumped Simon onto a bed of towels in the trunk. It was impossibly awkward in the tense silence of the car, Simon had stopped talking, Miles took initiative to fill the silence; lovely, someone forgot to take out the ripped Doom Eternal soundtrack, he's going to throttle someone.

The screaming, the grinding, the constant noise, it grated on the ears of Klavier who had a fine tuned mind for the stuff; he could appreciate the instrumental side to an extent, but otherwise it hurt his ears. Miles on the other hand, to him it sounds fine, somewhat like classical, just with different instruments, still carefully calibrated, still elaborate, still classy as fuck. Apollo had gotten used to this sort of music, Trucy not so much, but she still adapted and was fine with it while Klavier groaned silently.

Then came a somewhat drunken tone, followed by shuffling.

"What are we listening to?" Was the question asked, shockingly coherent given Simons state, but when Apollo glanced back to find Simon somehow propped up for eye contact he nearly screamed.

"Lie the fuck down right now!" Apollo shrieked and the sudden sound caused a harsh swerve, near collision, and Miles whipped his head back to see the problem.

"Simon! I'm killing you if we don't die on the road first!" Miles shouted at Simon who slumped back to the damp towels below them, another swerve followed by a delirious 'wee' from Simon, "fucking children, I hate you all."

"What did I do?" Klavier asked, his tone was a demand as he started the question, but it slowly shrunk to nothing at the glare Miles served him, silencing, murder, death, destruction, he had been killed by one look, now he gets why people don't screw with Edgeworths.

"Wanna say that again, Klavier motherfucking Gavin?" Miles dared, his tone was a tease and Klavier knew that if he dared he would never see the light of day again.

"No," Klaviers response was quiet, almost to quiet to hear over the music.

"Good, Trucy, be a dear and change the song," Miles said, at first his tone was stern, but it softened undeniably so for a somewhat frightened Trucy who did as asked.

"How long is it until we reach the hospital?" Apollo asked, his tone was submissive and afraid and worried all at once, how he managed was beyond everyone, even his boyfriend.

"Anywhere between ten minutes and hours, depends how many traffic laws we bypass," Miles said, shrugging his extremely tense shoulders as he did so.

"We should bypass, all the laws!" Simon exclaimed from the trunk, they were still in shock, head propped on a full bottle of wind shield wiper fluid, they weren't seeing things right for sure.

"Simon, we aren't bypassing any laws-!" The statement was torn from Apollos form at the sharp turn Miles had taken, they were air born, and a thud, a small splash of Simons organs rearranging themselves.

"What the fuck dad!?" Klavier shouted, quick to cover his mouth upon realizing his choice of words.

"We jumped a ramp, Klavier," Miles said, offering a hand to Trucy who was visibly shaking, "now care to explain why you called me dad?"

"Well, its just, you're kind of like a father, you know, been years since I saw mine," Klavier explained, very, very ashamed of having made such a mistake in front of his boyfriend and someone drugged up on blood loss and red wine because Miles said it eases pain whilst pouring himself a small shot and Simon a large shot, "and it gets kind of pointless to wander without any past s-"

"Are we really doing this conversation now?!" Trucy barked at Klavier, twisting in her seat to try and grasp the collar of his shirt, stress in her body visible as her heart raced and body shook, it took her a long time to speak up.

"Klaviers getting bee-eet when we get home," Simon giggled, gently banging their fist on the back of Klaviers seat and his embarrassment rose.

"Trucy, I know I am yet to be your legal father on paper, but I'm imposing my fatherly powers and telling you to shut the fuck up before I drive us off a cliff by accident!" Miles snapped, tearing his eyes from the road to glare at Trucy, who did exactly as told, no one in the car knew a simple car ride could evoke such rage and stress and emotional tension.

The rest of the ride was nearly silent, Simon still talked, but once they were carried into the front room of the hospital they got separated from each other.

And thus the curious site of a lawyer, a rock star, a prosecutor and a magician sitting in the waiting room of a hospital, all of which bloodied, was brought to life.

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[schoenerboner]

A Gen-X "Great American Short-Story"

Note: i did not write, edit, submit, reject. accept, mothball, publish, translate, read aloud for Books on Tape. disseminate and\or suppress any of the following story. Science Fiction, Time Travel and Despair. In few other works have I seen such an intriguing and honest interpretation of the quiet diss[aor

The Pure Product

by John Kessel

I arrived in Kansas City at one o’clock on the afternoon of the thirteenth of August. A Tuesday. I was driving the beige 1983 Chevrolet Citation that I had stolen two days earlier in Pocatello, Idaho. The Kansas plates on the car I’d taken from a different car in a parking lot in Salt Lake City. Salt Lake City was founded by the Mormons, whose god tells them that in the future Jesus Christ will come again.

I drove through Kansas City with the windows open and the sun beating down through the windshield. The car had no air conditioning, and my shirt was stuck to my back from seven hours behind the wheel. Finally I found a hardware store, “Hector’s” on Wornall. I pulled into the lot. The Citation’s engine dieseled after I turned off the ignition; I pumped the accelerator once and it coughed and died. The heat was like syrup. The sun drove shadows deep into corners, left them flattened at the feet of the people on the sidewalk. It made the plate glass of the store window into a dark negative of the positive print that was Wornall Road. August.

The man behind the counter in the hardware store I took to be Hector himself. He looked like Hector, slain in vengeance beneath the walls of paintbrushes—the kind of semi-friendly, publicly optimistic man who would tell you about his crazy wife and his ten-penny nails. I bought a gallon of kerosene and a plastic paint funnel, put them into the trunk of the Citation, then walked down the block to the Mark Twain Bank. Mark Twain died at the age of seventy-five with a heart full of bitter accusations against the Calvinist god and no hope for the future of humanity. Inside the bank I went to one of the desks, at which sat a Nice Young Lady. I asked about starting a business checking account. She gave me a form to fill out, then sent me to the office of Mr. Graves.

Mr. Graves wielded a formidable handshake. “What can I do for you, Mr . . . ?”

“Tillotsen, Gerald Tillotsen,” I said. Gerald Tillotsen, of Tacoma, Washington, died of diphtheria at the age of four weeks—on September 24, 1938. I have a copy of his birth certificate.

“I’m new to Kansas City. I’d like to open a business account here, and perhaps take out a loan. I trust this is a reputable bank? What’s your exposure in Brazil?” I looked around the office as if Graves were hiding a woman behind the hat stand, then flashed him my most ingratiating smile.

Mr. Graves did his best. He tried smiling back, then looked as if he had decided to ignore my little joke. “We’re very sound, Mr. Tillotsen.”

I continued smiling.

“What kind of business do you own?”

“I’m in insurance. Mutual Assurance of Hartford. Our regional office is in Oklahoma City, and I’m setting up an agency here, at 103rd and State Line.” Just off the interstate.

He examined the form. His absorption was too tempting.

“Maybe I can fix you up with a policy? You look like dead meat.”

Graves’ head snapped up, his mouth half-open. He closed it and watched me guardedly. The dullness of it all! How I tire. He was like some cow, like most of the rest of you in this silly age, unwilling to break the rules in order to take offense. “Did he really say that?” he was thinking. “Was that his idea of a joke? He looks normal enough.” I did look normal, exactly like an insurance agent. I was the right kind of person, and I could do anything. If at times I grate, if at times I fall a little short of or go a little beyond convention, there is not one of you who can call me to account.

Graves was coming around. All business.

“Ah—yes, Mr. Tillotsen. If you’ll wait a moment, I’m sure we can take care of this checking account. As for the loan—”

“Forget it.”

That should have stopped him. He should have asked after my credentials, he should have done a dozen things. He looked at me, and I stared calmly back at him. And I knew that, looking into my honest blue eyes, he could not think of a thing.

“I’ll just start the checking account with this money order,” I said, reaching into my pocket. “That will be acceptable, won’t it?”

“It will be fine,” he said. He took the form and the order over to one of the secretaries while I sat at the desk. I lit a cigar and blew some smoke rings. I’d purchased the money order the day before in a post office in Denver. Thirty dollars. I didn’t intend to use the account very long. Graves returned with my sample checks, shook hands earnestly, and wished me a good day. Have a good day, he said. I will, I said.

Outside, the heat was still stifling. I took off my sports coat. I was sweating so much I had to check my hair in the side view mirror of my car. I walked down the street to a liquor store and bought a bottle of chardonnay and a bottle of Chivas Regal. I got some paper cups from a nearby grocery. One final errand, then I could relax for a few hours.

In the shopping center that I had told Graves would be the location for my nonexistent insurance office, I had noticed a sporting goods store. It was about three o’clock when I parked in the lot and ambled into the shop. I looked at various golf clubs: irons, woods, even one set with fiberglass shafts. Finally I selected a set of eight Spalding irons with matching woods, a large bag, and several boxes of Top Flites. The salesman, who had been occupied with another customer at the rear of the store, hustled up, his eyes full of commission money. I gave him little time to think. The total cost was $612.32. I paid with a check drawn on my new account, cordially thanked the man, and had him carry all the equipment out to the trunk of the car.

I drove to a park near the bank; Loose Park, they called it. I felt loose. Cut loose, drifting free, like one of the kites people were flying that had broken its string and was ascending into the sun. Beneath the trees it was still hot, though the sunlight was reduced to a shuffling of light and shadow on the brown grass. Kids ran, jumped, swung on playground equipment. I uncorked my bottle of wine, filled one of the paper cups, and lay down beneath a tree, enjoying the children, watching young men and women walking along the footpaths.

A girl approached. She didn’t look any older than seventeen. Short, slender, with clean blond hair cut to her shoulders. Her shorts were very tight. I watched her unabashedly; she saw me watching and left the path to come over to me. She stopped a few feet away, hands on her hips. “What are you looking at?” she asked.

“Your legs,” I said. “Would you like some wine?”

“No thanks. My mother told me never to accept wine from strangers.” She looked right through me.

“I take what I can get from strangers,” I said. “Because I’m a stranger, too.”

I guess she liked that. She was different. She sat down and we chatted for a while. There was something wrong about her imitation of a seventeen-year-old; I began to wonder whether hookers worked the park. She crossed her legs and her shorts got tighter. “Where are you from?” she asked.

“San Francisco. But I’ve just moved here to stay. I have a part interest in the sporting goods store at the Eastridge Plaza.”

“You live near here?”

“On West Eighty-ninth.” I had driven down Eighty-ninth on my way to the bank.

“I live on Eighty-ninth! We’re neighbors.”

It was exactly what one of my own might have said to test me. I took a drink of wine and changed the subject. “Would you like to visit San Francisco someday?”

She brushed her hair back behind one ear. She pursed her lips, showing off her fine cheekbones. “Have you got something going?” she asked, in queerly accented English.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, have you got something going?” she repeated, still with the accent—the accent of my own time.

I took another sip. “A bottle of wine,” I replied in good mid-western 1980s.

She wasn’t having any of it. “No artwork, please. I don’t like artwork.”

I had to laugh: my life was devoted to artwork. I had not met anyone real in a long time. At the beginning I hadn’t wanted to, and in the ensuing years I had given up expecting it. If there’s anything more boring than you people it’s us people. But that was an old attitude. When she came to me in K.C., I was lonely and she was something new.

“Okay,” I said. “It’s not much, but you can come for the ride. Do you want to?”

She smiled and said yes.

As we walked to my car, she brushed her hip against my leg. I switched the bottle to my left hand and put my arm around her shoulders in a fatherly way. We got into the front seat, beneath the trees on a street at the edge of the park. It was quiet. I reached over, grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck, and jerked her face toward me, covering her little mouth with mine. Surprise: she threw her arms around my neck and slid across the seat into my lap. We did not talk. I yanked at the shorts; she thrust her hand into my pants. St. Augustine asked the Lord for chastity, but not right away.

At the end she slipped off me, calmly buttoned her blouse, brushed her hair back from her forehead. “How about a push?” she asked. She had a nail file out and was filing her index fingernail to a point.

I shook my head and looked at her. She resembled my grandmother. I had never run into my grandmother, but she had a hellish reputation. “No thanks. What’s your name?”

“Call me Ruth.” She scratched the inside of her left elbow with her nail. She leaned back in her seat, sighed deeply. Her eyes became a very bright, very hard blue.

While she was aloft I got out, opened the trunk, emptied the rest of the chardonnay into the gutter, and used the funnel to fill the bottle with kerosene. I plugged it with a kerosene-soaked rag. Afternoon was sliding into evening as I started the car and cruised down one of the residential streets. The houses were like those of any city or town of that era of the Midwest USA: white frame, forty or fifty years old, with large porches and small front yards. Dying elms hung over the street. Shadows stretched across the sidewalks. Ruth’s nose wrinkled; she turned her face lazily toward me, saw the kerosene bottle, and smiled.

Ahead on the left-hand sidewalk I saw a man walking leisurely. He was an average sort of man, middle-aged, probably just returning from work, enjoying the quiet pause dusk was bringing to the hot day. It might have been Hector; it might have been Graves. It might have been any one of you. I punched the cigarette lighter, readied the bottle in my right hand, steering with my leg as the car moved slowly forward.

“Let me help,” Ruth said. She reached out and steadied the wheel with her slender fingertips. The lighter popped out. I touched it to the rag; it smoldered and caught. Greasy smoke stung my eyes. By now the man had noticed us. I hung my arm, holding the bottle, out the window. As we passed him, I tossed the bottle at the sidewalk like a newsboy tossing a rolled-up newspaper. The rag flamed brighter as it whipped through the air; the bottle landed at his feet and exploded, dousing him with burning kerosene. I floored the accelerator; the motor coughed, then roared, the tires and Ruth both squealing in delight. I could see the flaming man in the rearview mirror as we sped away.

On the Great American Plains, the summer nights are not silent. The fields sing the summer songs of insects—not individual sounds, but a high-pitched drone of locusts, crickets, cicadas, small chirping things for which I have no names. You drive along the superhighway and that sound blends with the sound of wind rushing through your opened windows, hiding the thrum of the automobile, conveying the impression of incredible velocity. Wheels vibrate, tires beat against the pavement, the steering wheel shudders, alive in your hands, droning insects alive in your ears. Reflecting posts at the roadside leap from the darkness with metronomic regularity, glowing amber in the headlights, only to vanish abruptly into the ready night when you pass. You lose track of time, how long you have been on the road, where you are going. The fields scream in your ears like a thousand lost, mechanical souls, and you press your foot to the accelerator, hurrying away.

When we left Kansas City that evening we were indeed hurrying. Our direction was in one sense precise: Interstate 70, more or less due east, through Missouri in a dream. They might remember me in Kansas City, at the same time wondering who and why. Mr. Graves scans the morning paper over his grapefruit: MAN BURNED BY GASOLINE BOMB. The clerk wonders why he ever accepted an unverified counter check, without a name or address printed on it, for six hundred dollars. The check bounces. They discover it was a bottle of chardonnay. The story is pieced together. They would eventually figure out how—I wouldn’t lie to myself about that (I never lie to myself)—but the why would always escape them. Organized crime, they would say. A plot that misfired.

Of course, they still might have caught me. The car became more of a liability the longer I held on to it. But Ruth, humming to herself, did not seem to care, and neither did I. You have to improvise those things; that’s what gives them whatever interest they have.

Just shy of Columbia, Missouri, Ruth stopped humming and asked me, “Do you know why Helen Keller can’t have any children?”

“No.”

“Because she’s dead.”

I rolled up the window so I could hear her better. “That’s pretty funny,” I said.

“Yes. I overheard it in a restaurant.” After a minute she asked, “Who’s Helen Keller?”

“A dead woman.” An insect splattered itself against the windshield. The lights of the oncoming cars glinted against the smear it left.

“She must be famous,” said Ruth. “I like famous people. Have you met any? Was that man you burned famous?”

“Probably not. I don’t care about famous people anymore.” The last time I had anything to do, even peripherally, with anyone famous was when I changed the direction of the tape over the lock in the Watergate so Frank Wills would see it. Ruth did not look like the kind who would know about that. “I was there for the Kennedy assassination,” I said, “but I had nothing to do with it.”

“Who was Kennedy?”

That made me smile. “How long have you been here?” I pointed at her tiny purse. “That’s all you’ve got with you?”

She slid across the seat and leaned her head against my shoulder. “I don’t need anything else.”

“No clothes?”

“I left them in Kansas City. We can get more.”

“Sure,” I said.

She opened the purse and took out a plastic Bayer aspirin case. From it she selected two blue-and-yellow caps. She shoved her palm up under my nose. “Serometh?”

“No thanks.”

She put one of the caps back into the box and popped the other under her nose. She sighed and snuggled tighter against me. We had reached Columbia and I was hungry. When I pulled in at a McDonald’s she ran across the lot into the shopping mall before I could stop her. I was a little nervous about the car and sat watching it as I ate (Big Mac, small Dr. Pepper). She did not come back. I crossed the lot to the mall, found a drugstore, and bought some cigars. When I strolled back to the car she was waiting for me, hopping from one foot to another and tugging at the door handle. Serometh makes you impatient. She was wearing a pair of shiny black pants, pink-and-white-checked sneakers, and a hot pink blouse.

“ ’s go!” she hissed.

I moved even slower. She looked like she was about to wet herself, biting her soft lower lip with a line of perfect white teeth. I dawdled over my keys. A security guard and a young man in a shirt and tie hurried out of the mall entrance and scanned the lot. “Nice outfit,” I said. “Must have cost you something.”

She looked over her shoulder, saw the security guard, who saw her. “Hey!” he called, running toward us. I slid into the car, opened the passenger door. Ruth had snapped open her purse and pulled out a small gun. I grabbed her arm and yanked her into the car; she squawked and her shot went wide. The guard fell down anyway, scared shitless. For the second time that day I tested the Citation’s acceleration; Ruth’s door slammed shut and we were gone.

“You scut,” she said as we hit the entrance ramp of the interstate. “You’re a scut-pumping Conservative. You made me miss.” But she was smiling, running her hand up the inside of my thigh. I could tell she hadn’t ever had so much fun in the twentieth century.

For some reason I was shaking. “Give me one of those seromeths,” I said.

Around midnight we stopped in St. Louis at a Holiday Inn. We registered as Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Bruno (an old acquaintance) and paid in advance. No one remarked on the apparent difference in our ages. So discreet. I bought a copy of the Post-Dispatch, and we went to the room. Ruth flopped down on the bed, looking bored, but thanks to her gunplay I had a few more things to take care of. I poured myself a glass of Chivas, went into the bathroom, removed the toupee and flushed it down the toilet, showered, put a new blade in my old razor, and shaved the rest of the hair from my head. The Lex Luthor look. I cut my scalp. That got me laughing, and I could not stop. Ruth peeked through the doorway to find me dabbing the crown of my head with a bloody Kleenex.

“You’re a wreck,” she said.

I almost fell off the toilet laughing. She was absolutely right. Between giggles I managed to say, “You must not stay anywhere too long, if you’re as careless as you were tonight.”

She shrugged. “I bet I’ve been at it longer than you.” She stripped and got into the shower. I got into bed.

The room enfolded me in its gold-carpet green-bedspread mediocrity. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that things were ever different. In 1596 I rode to court with Essex; I slept in a chamber of supreme garishness (gilt escutcheons in the corners of the ceiling, pink cupids romping on the walls), in a bed warmed by any of the trollops of the city I might want. And there in the Holiday Inn I sat with my drink, in my pastel blue pajama bottoms, reading a late-twentieth-century newspaper, smoking a cigar. An earthquake in Peru estimated to have killed eight thousand in Lima alone. Nope. A steel worker in Gary, Indiana, discovered to be the murderer of six prepubescent children, bodies found buried in his basement. Perhaps. The president refuses to enforce the ruling of his Supreme Court because it “subverts the will of the American people.” Probably not.

We are everywhere. But not everywhere.

Ruth came out of the bathroom, saw me, did a double take. “You look—perfect!” she said. She slid in the bed beside me, naked, and sniffed at my glass of Chivas. Her lip curled. She looked over my shoulder at the paper. “You can understand that stuff?”

“Don’t kid me. Reading is a survival skill. You couldn’t last here without it.”

“Wrong.”

I drained the scotch. Took a puff on the cigar. Dropped the paper to the floor beside the bed. I looked her over. Even relaxed, the muscles in her arms and along the tops of her thighs were well defined.

“You even smell like one of them,” she said.

“How did you get the clothes past their store security? They have those beeper tags clipped to them.”

“Easy. I tried on the shoes and walked out when they weren’t looking. In the second store I took the pants into a dressing room, cut the alarm tag out of the waistband, and put them on. I held the alarm tag that was clipped to the blouse in my armpit and walked out of that store, too. I put the blouse on in the mall women’s room.”

“If you can’t read, how did you know which was the women’s room?”

“There’s a picture on the door.”

I felt tired and old. Ruth moved close. She rubbed her foot up my leg, drawing the pajama leg up with it. Her thigh slid across my groin. I started to get hard. “Cut it out,” I said. She licked my nipple.

I could not stand it. I got off the bed. “I don’t like you.”

She looked at me with true innocence. “I don’t like you, either.”

Although he was repulsed by the human body, Jonathan Swift was passionately in love with a woman named Esther Johnson. “What you did at the mall was stupid,” I said. “You would have killed that guard.”

“Which would have made us even for the day.”

“Kansas City was different.”

“We should ask the cops there what they think.”

“You don’t understand. That had some grace to it. But what you did was inelegant. Worst of all it was not gratuitous. You stole those clothes for yourself, and I hate that.” I was shaking.

“Who made all these laws?”

“I did.”

She looked at me with amazement. “You’re not just a Conservative. You’ve gone native!”

I wanted her so much I ached. “No I haven’t,” I said, but even to me my voice sounded frightened.

Ruth got out of the bed. She glided over, reached one hand around to the small of my back, pulled herself close. She looked up at me with a face that held nothing but avidity. “You can do whatever you want,” she whispered. With a feeling that I was losing everything, I kissed her. You don’t need to know what happened then.

I woke when she displaced herself: there was a sound like the sweep of an arm across fabric, a stirring of air to fill the place where she had been. I looked around the still brightly lit room. It was not yet morning. The chain was across the door; her clothes lay on the dresser. She had left the aspirin box beside my bottle of scotch.

She was gone. Good, I thought, now I can go on. But I found that I couldn’t sleep, could not keep from thinking. Ruth must be very good at that, or perhaps her thought is a different kind of thought from mine. I got out of the bed, resolved to try again but still fearing the inevitable. I filled the tub with hot water. I got in, breathing heavily. I took the blade from my razor. Holding my arm just beneath the surface of the water, hesitating only a moment, I cut deeply one, two, three times along the veins in my left wrist. The shock was still there, as great as ever. With blood streaming from me I cut the right wrist. Quickly, smoothly. My heart beat fast and light, the blood flowed frighteningly; already the water was stained. I felt faint—yes—it was going to work this time, yes. My vision began to fade—but in the last moments before consciousness fell away I saw, with sick despair, the futile wounds closing themselves once again, as they had so many times before. For in the future the practice of medicine may progress to the point where men need have little fear of death.

The dawn’s rosy fingers found me still unconscious. I came to myself about eleven, my head throbbing, so weak I could hardly rise from the cold bloody water. There were no scars. I stumbled into the other room and washed down one of Ruth’s megamphetamines with two fingers of scotch. I felt better immediately. It’s funny how that works sometimes, isn’t it? The maid knocked as I was cleaning the bathroom. I shouted for her to come back later, finished as quickly as possible, and left the hotel immediately. I ate Shredded Wheat with milk and strawberries for breakfast. I was full of ideas. A phone book gave me the location of a likely country club.

The Oak Hill Country Club of Florissant, Missouri, is not a spectacularly wealthy institution, or at least it does not give that impression. I’ll bet you that the membership is not as purely white as the stucco clubhouse. That was all right with me. I parked the Citation in the mostly empty parking lot, hauled my new equipment from the trunk, and set off for the locker room, trying hard to look like a dentist. I successfully ran the gauntlet of the pro shop, where the proprietor was telling a bored caddy why the Cardinals would fade in the stretch. I could hear running water from the showers as I shuffled into the locker room and slung the bag into a corner. Someone was singing the “Ode to Joy,” abominably.

I began to rifle through the lockers, hoping to find an open one with someone’s clothes in it. I would take the keys from my benefactor’s pocket and proceed along my merry way. Ruth would have accused me of self-interest; there was a moment in which I accused myself. Such hesitation is the seed of failure: as I paused before a locker containing a likely set of clothes, another golfer entered the room along with the locker-room attendant. I immediately began undressing, lowering my head so that the locker door hid my face. The golfer was soon gone, but the attendant sat down and began to leaf through a worn copy of Penthouse. I could come up with no better plan than to strip and enter the showers. Amphetamine daze. Perhaps the kid would develop a hard-on and go to the john to take care of it.

There was only one other man in the shower, the symphonic soloist, a somewhat portly gentleman who mercifully shut up as soon as I entered. He worked hard at ignoring me. I ignored him in return: alle Menschen werden Brüder. I waited a long five minutes after he left; two more men came into the showers, and I walked out with what composure I could muster. The locker-room boy was stacking towels on a table. I fished a five from my jacket in the locker and walked up behind him. Casually I took a towel.

“Son, get me a pack of Marlboros, will you?”

He took the money and left.

In the second locker I found a pair of pants that contained the keys to some sort of Audi. I was not choosy. Dressed in record time, I left the new clubs beside the rifled locker. My note read, “The pure products of America go crazy.” There were three eligible cars in the lot, two 4000s and a Fox. The key would not open the door of the Fox. I was jumpy, but almost home free, coming around the front of a big Chrysler . . .

“Hey!”

My knee gave way and I ran into the fender of the car. The keys slipped out of my hand and skittered across the hood to the ground, jingling. Grimacing, I hopped toward them, plucked them up, glancing over my shoulder at my pursuer as I stooped. It was the locker-room attendant.

“Your cigarettes.” He looked at me the way a sixteen-year-old looks at his father; that is, with bored skepticism. All our gods in the end become pitiful. It was time for me to be abruptly courteous. As it was, he would remember me too well.

“Thanks,” I said. I limped over, put the pack into my shirt pocket. He started to go, but I couldn’t help myself. “What about my change?”

Oh, such an insolent silence! I wonder what you told them when they asked you about me, boy. He handed over the money. I tipped him a quarter, gave him a piece of Mr. Graves’ professional smile. He studied me. I turned and inserted the key into the lock of the Audi. A fifty-percent chance. Had I been the praying kind I might have prayed to one of those pitiful gods. The key turned without resistance; the door opened. The kid slouched back toward the clubhouse, pissed at me and his lackey’s job. Or perhaps he found it in his heart to smile. Laughter—the Best Medicine.

A bit of a racing shift, then back to Interstate 70. My hip twinged all the way across Illinois.

I had originally intended to work my way east to Buffalo, New York, but after the Oak Hill business I wanted to cut it short. If I stayed on the interstate I was sure to get caught; I had been lucky to get as far as I had. Just outside of Indianapolis I turned onto Route 37 north to Fort Wayne and Detroit.

I was not, however, entirely cowed. Twenty-five years in one time had given me the right instincts, and with the coming of the evening and the friendly insects to sing me along, the boredom of the road became a new recklessness. Hadn’t I already been seen by too many people in those twenty-five years? Thousands had looked into my honest face—and where were they? Ruth had reminded me that I was not stuck here. I would soon make an end to this latest adventure one way or another, and once I had done so, there would be no reason in God’s green world to suspect me.

And so: north of Fort Wayne, on Highway 6 east, a deserted country road (what was he doing there?), I pulled over to pick up a young hitchhiker. He wore a battered black leather jacket. His hair was short on the sides, stuck up in spikes on top, hung over his collar in back; one side was carrot-orange, the other brown with a white streak. His sign, pinned to a knapsack, said “?” He threw the pack into the backseat and climbed into the front.

“Thanks for picking me up.” He did not sound like he meant it. “Where you going?”

“Flint. How about you?”

“Flint’s as good as anywhere.”

“Suit yourself.” We got up to speed. I was completely calm. “You should fasten your seat belt,” I said.

“Why?”

The surly type. “It’s not just a good idea. It’s the law.”

He ignored me. He pulled a crossword puzzle book and a pencil from his jacket pocket. “How about turning on the light?”

I flicked on the dome light for him. “I like to see a young man improve himself,” I said.

His look was an almost audible sigh. “What’s a five-letter word for ‘the lowest point’?”

“Nadir,” I replied.

“That’s right. How about ‘widespread’; four letters?”

“Rife.”

“You’re pretty good.” He stared at the crossword for a minute, then rolled down his window and threw the book, and the pencil, out of the car. He rolled up the window and stared at his reflection in it. I couldn’t let him get off that easily. I turned off the interior light, and the darkness leapt inside.

“What’s your name, son? What are you so mad about?”

“Milo. Look, are you queer? If you are, it doesn’t matter to me but it will cost you . . . if you want to do anything about it.”

I smiled and adjusted the rearview mirror so I could watch him—and he could watch me. “No, I’m not queer. The name’s Loki.” I extended my right hand, keeping my eyes on the road.

He looked at the hand. “Loki?”

As good a name as any. “Yes. Same as the Norse god.”

He laughed. “Sure, Loki. Anything you like. Fuck you.”

Such a musical voice. “Now there you go. Seems to me, Milo—if you don’t mind my giving you my unsolicited opinion—that you have something of an attitude problem.” I punched the cigarette lighter, reached back and pulled a cigar from my jacket on the backseat, in the process weaving the car all over Highway 6. I bit the end off the cigar and spat it out the window, stoked it up. My insects wailed. I cannot explain to you how good I felt.

“Take, for instance, this crossword puzzle book. Why did you throw it out the window?”

I could see Milo watching me in the mirror, wondering whether he should take me seriously. The headlights fanned out ahead of us, the white lines at the center of the road pulsing by like a rapid heartbeat. Take a chance, Milo. What have you got to lose?

“I was pissed,” he said. “It’s a waste of time. I don’t care about stupid games.”

“Exactly. It’s just a game, a way to pass the time. Nobody ever really learns anything from a crossword puzzle. Corporation lawyers don’t get their Porsches by building their word power with crosswords, right?”

“I don’t care about Porsches.”

“Neither do I, Milo. I drive an Audi.”

Milo sighed.

“I know, Milo. That’s not the point. The point is that it’s all a game, crosswords or corporate law. Some people devote their lives to Jesus; some devote their lives to artwork. It all comes to pretty much the same thing. You get old. You die.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know.”

“Why do you think I picked you up, Milo? I saw your question mark and it spoke to me. You probably think I’m some pervert out to take advantage of you. I have a funny name. I don’t talk like your average middle-aged businessman. Forget about that.” The old excitement was upon me; I was talking louder and louder, leaning on the accelerator. The car sped along. “I think you’re as troubled by the materialism and cant of life in America as I am. Young people like you, with orange hair, are trying to find some values in a world that offers them nothing but crap for ideas. But too many of you are turning to extremes in response. Drugs, violence, religious fanaticism, hedonism. Some, like you I suspect, to suicide. Don’t do it, Milo. Your life is too valuable.” The speedometer touched eighty, eighty-five. Milo fumbled for his seat belt but couldn’t find it.

I waved my hand, holding the cigar, at him. “What’s the matter, Milo? Can’t find the belt?” Ninety now. A pickup went by us going the other way, the wind of its passing beating at my head and shoulder. Ninety-five.

“Think, Milo! If you’re upset with the present, with your parents and the schools, think about the future. What will the future be like if this trend toward valuelessness continues in the next hundred years? Think of the impact of the new technologies! Gene splicing, gerontology, artificial intelligence, space exploration, biological weapons, nuclear proliferation! All accelerating this process! Think of the violent reactionary movements that could arise—are arising already, Milo, as we speak—from people’s desire to find something to hold on to. Paint yourself a picture, Milo, of the kind of man or woman another hundred years of this process might produce!”

“What are you talking about?” He was terrified.

“I’m talking about the survival of values in America! Simply that.” Cigar smoke swirled in front of the dashboard lights, and my voice had reached a shout. Milo was gripping the sides of his seat. The speedometer read 105. “And you, Milo, are at the heart of this process! If people continue to think the way you do, Milo, throwing their crossword puzzle books out the windows of their Audis all across America, the future will be full of absolutely valueless people! Right, MILO?” I leaned over, taking my eyes off the road, and blew smoke into his face, screaming, “ARE YOU LISTENING, MILO? MARK MY WORDS!”

“Y-yes.”

“GOO, GOO, GA-GA-GAA!”

I put my foot all the way to the floor. The wind howled through the window, the gray highway flew beneath us,

“Mark my words, Milo,” I whispered. He never heard me. “Twenty-five across. Eight letters. N-i-h-i-l—”

My pulse roared in my ears, there joining the drowned choir of the fields and the roar of the engine. Body slimy with sweat, fingers clenched through the cigar, fists clamped on the wheel, smoke stinging my eyes. I slammed on the brakes, downshifting immediately, sending the transmission into a painful whine as the car slewed and skidded off the pavement, clipping a reflecting marker and throwing Milo against the windshield. The car stopped with a jerk in the gravel at the side of the road, just shy of a sign announcing, WELCOME TO OHIO.

There were no other lights on the road, I shut off my own and sat behind the wheel, trembling, the night air cool on my skin. The insects wailed. The boy was slumped against the dashboard. There was a star fracture in the glass above his head, and warm blood came away on my fingers when I touched his hair. I got out of the car, circled around to the passenger’s side, and dragged him from the seat into the field adjoining the road. He was surprisingly light. I left him there, in a field of Ohio soybeans on the evening of a summer’s day.

The city of Detroit was founded by the French adventurer Antoine de la Mothe, sieur de Cadillac, a supporter of Comte de Pontchartrain, minister of state to the Sun King, Louis XIV. All of these men worshiped the Roman Catholic god, protected their political positions, and let the future go hang. Cadillac, after whom an American automobile was named, was seeking a favorable location to advance his own economic interests. He came ashore on July 24,1701, with fifty soldiers, an equal number of settlers, and about one hundred friendly Indians near the present site of the Veterans Memorial Building, within easy walking distance of the Greyhound Bus Terminal.

The car did not run well after the accident, developing a reluctance to go into fourth, but I didn’t care. The encounter with Milo had gone exactly as such things should go, and was especially pleasing because it had been totally unplanned. An accident—no order, one would guess—but exactly as if I had laid it all out beforehand. I came into Detroit late at night via Route 12, which eventually turned into Michigan Avenue. The air was hot and sticky. I remember driving past the Cadillac plant; multitudes of red, yellow, and green lights glinting off dull masonry and the smell of auto exhaust along the city streets. I found the sort of neighborhood I wanted not far from Tiger Stadium: pawnshops, an all-night deli, laundromats, dimly lit bars with red Stroh’s signs in the windows. Men on street corners walked casually from noplace to noplace.

I parked on a side street just around the corner from a 7-Eleven. I left the motor running. In the store I dawdled over a magazine rack until at last I heard the racing of an engine and saw the Audi flash by the window. I bought a copy of Time and caught a downtown bus at the corner. At the Greyhound station I purchased a ticket for the next bus to Toronto and sat reading my magazine until departure time.

We got onto the bus. Across the river we stopped at customs and got off again. “Name?” they asked me.

“Gerald Spotsworth.”

“Place of birth?”

“Calgary.” I gave them my credentials. The passport photo showed me with hair. They looked me over. They let me go.

I work in the library of the University of Toronto. I am well-read, a student of history, a solid Canadian citizen. There I lead a sedentary life. The subways are clean, the people are friendly, the restaurants are excellent. The sky is blue. The cat is on the mat.

We got back on the bus. There were few other passengers, and most of them were soon asleep; the only light in the darkened interior was that which shone above my head. I was very tired, but I did not want to sleep. Then I remembered that I had Ruth’s pills in my jacket pocket. I smiled, thinking of the customs people. All that was left in the box were a couple of tiny pink tabs. I did not know what they were, but I broke one down the middle with my fingernail and took it anyway. It perked me up immediately. Everything I could see seemed sharply defined. The dark green plastic of the seats. The rubber mat in the aisle. My fingernails. All details were separate and distinct, all interdependent. I must have been focused on the threads in the weave of my pants leg for ten minutes when I was surprised by someone sitting down next to me. It was Ruth. “You’re back!” I exclaimed.

“We’re all back,” she said. I looked around and it was true: on the opposite side of the aisle, two seats ahead, Milo sat watching me over his shoulder, a trickle of blood running down his forehead. One corner of his mouth pulled tighter in a rueful smile. Mr. Graves came back from the front seat and shook my hand. I saw the fat singer from the country club, still naked. The locker-room boy. A flickering light from the back of the bus: when I turned around there stood the burning man, his eye sockets two dark hollows behind the wavering flames. The shopping-mall guard. Hector from the hardware store. They all looked at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Ruth.

“We couldn’t let you go on thinking like you do. You act like I’m some monster. I’m just a person.”

“A rather nice-looking young lady,” Graves added.

“People are monsters,” I said.

“Like you, huh?” Ruth said. “But they can be saints, too.”

That made me laugh. “Don’t feed me platitudes. You can’t even read.”

“You make such a big deal out of reading. Yeah, well, times change. I get along fine, don’t I?”

The mall guard broke in. “Actually, miss, the reason we caught on to you is that someone saw you walk into the men’s room.” He looked embarrassed.

“But you didn’t catch me, did you?” Ruth snapped back. She turned to me. “You’re afraid of change. No wonder you live back here.”

“This is all in my imagination,” I said. “It’s because of your drugs.”

“It is all in your imagination,” the burning man repeated. His voice was a whisper. “What you see in the future is what you are able to see. You have no faith in God or your fellow man.”

“He’s right,” said Ruth.

“Bull. Psychobabble.”

“Speaking of babble,” Milo said, “I figured out where you got that goo-goo-goo stuff. Talk—”

“Never mind that,” Ruth broke in. “Here’s the truth. The future is just a place. The people there are just people. They live differently. So what? People make what they want of the world. You can’t escape human failings by running into the past.” She rested her hand on my leg. “I’ll tell you what you’ll find when you get to Toronto,” she said. “Another city full of human beings.”

This was crazy. I knew it was crazy. I knew it was all unreal, but somehow I was getting more and more afraid. “So the future is just the present writ large,” I said bitterly. “More bull.”

“You tell her, pal,” the locker-room boy said.

Hector, who had been listening quietly, broke in. “For a man from the future, you talk a lot like a native.”

“You’re the king of bullshit, man,” Milo said. “ ‘Some people devote themselves to artwork’! Jesus!”

I felt dizzy. “Scut down, Milo. That means ‘Fuck you too.’ ” I shook my head to try to make them go away. That was a mistake: the bus began to pitch like a sailboat. I grabbed for Ruth’s arm but missed. “Who’s driving this thing?” I asked, trying to get out of the seat.

“Don’t worry,” said Graves. “He knows what he’s doing.”

“He’s brain-dead,” Milo said.

“You couldn’t do any better,” said Ruth, pulling me back down.

“No one is driving,” said the burning man.

“We’ll crash!” I was so dizzy now that I could hardly keep from being sick. I closed my eyes and swallowed. That seemed to help. A long time passed; eventually I must have fallen asleep.

When I woke it was late morning and we were entering the city, cruising down Eglinton Avenue. The bus had a driver after all—a slender black man with neatly trimmed sideburns who wore his uniform hat at a rakish angle. A sign above the windshield said, YOUR DRIVER—SAFE, COURTEOUS, and below that, on the slide-in nameplate, WILBERT CAUL. I felt like I was coming out of a nightmare. I felt happy. I stretched some of the knots out of my back. A young soldier seated across the aisle from me looked my way; I smiled, and he returned it briefly.

“You were mumbling to yourself in your sleep last night,” he said.

“Sorry. Sometimes I have bad dreams.”

“It’s okay. I do too, sometimes.” He had a round open face, an apologetic grin. He was twenty, maybe. Who knew where his dreams came from? We chatted until the bus reached the station; he shook my hand and said he was pleased to meet me. He called me “sir.”

I was not due back at the library until Monday, so I walked over to Yonge Street. The stores were busy, the tourists were out in droves, the adult theaters were doing a brisk business. Policemen in sharply creased trousers, white gloves, sauntered along among the pedestrians. It was a bright, cloudless day, but the breeze coming up the street from the lake was cool. I stood on the sidewalk outside one of the strip joints and watched the videotaped come-on over the closed circuit. The Princess Laya. Sondra Nieve, the Human Operator. Technology replaces the traditional barker, but the bodies are more or less the same. The persistence of your faith in sex and machines is evidence of your capacity to hope.

Francis Bacon, in his masterwork The New Atlantis, foresaw the utopian world that would arise through the application of experimental science to social problems. Bacon, however, could not solve the problems of his own time and was eventually accused of accepting bribes, fined £40,000, and imprisoned in the Tower of London. He made no appeal to God, but instead applied himself to the development of the virtues of patience and acceptance. Eventually he was freed. Soon after, on a freezing day in late March, we were driving near Highgate when I suggested to him that cold might delay the process of decay. He was excited by the idea. On impulse he stopped the carriage, purchased a hen, wrung its neck, and stuffed it with snow. He eagerly looked forward to the results of his experiment. Unfortunately, in haggling with the street vendor he had exposed himself thoroughly to the cold and was seized by a chill that rapidly led to pneumonia, of which he died on April 9, 1626.

There’s no way to predict these things.

When the videotape started repeating itself I got bored, crossed the street, and lost myself in the crowd.

#science ficti

#nihilism #suicudal #ohne dich #short story #spun alone

[suethor]

SPN OCs....I am wondering I am asking I am listening

omg hey bestie..............saurrrr

ace winchester: sam's (older) twin played by crystal reed (i think? or phoebe tonkin); queer; womanizer.

she and dean are too alike for their own good, but she's a little bit worse at repressing her emotions. she's used to standing up for sam, and when he left to go to stanford, she was devastated, but they kept in touch and she visited him from time to time

spends most of her time reading in the backseat of the impala and listening to britney spears on her mp3 player

has a lot of tattoos, most of them are angel/demon/monster/nancy drew themed

shipped with a lot of people, but i think endgame is probably a fem!castiel (exploring queerness with cas as a vessel (cas is i think played by khadija red thunder)) or a different gq angel

her fic leans WAY more into the y2k early supernatural seasons vibe and isn't as gimmicky as the post s5 narratives

the end of the fic is sam going to law school and her and dean opening up a PI agency near where he settles down, where she occasionally helps sam out once he becomes a defense attorney and hunts monsters on the side

veronica "vex" vernon: witch; played by adria arjona

academic witch graduate student in demonology who deals potions to regular people on the side (yes like a drug dealer)

joins the winchesters as "field research" and stays for the found family sometime late in season 1

shipped with sam because she's also kind of addicted to magic and they heal each other ... <3

continues to deal drugs when she's on the road with the winchesters in order to supplement her income (her research grant money is used bailing dean out of jail)

kind of like the giles to dean and sam's buffy. but also the willa.

does not live out of a backpack like dean and sam do and so dean has to move all his shit out of the trunk to make space for her clothes and books

natalie chan: stanford student with a dark past; sam's college bestie; played by chase sui wonders

her mom, played by maggie q, was a hunter killed by azazel in the same way mary and jess were; she tags along with sam and dean after discovering jess' body

was a bit of a wild child but in a coping poorly way; she has an ongoing drinking problem that she learns to deal with

shipped with dean in a hookup to besties to lovers dynamic; they start off hooking up drunkenly after a night in a dive bar, but natalie feels SUPER guilty about it because of sam, so she doesn't say anything and they don't hook up again. but there's also a barrier of intimacy that's been broken down by it, and neither of them can bail like they usually do on their one-night stands, so they grow really close and eventually fall for each other.

super protective of other women, especially college students. when they're hunting and they run. into people younger than her, it activates something.

always covered in blood (#finalgirl)

bonus!!!! hbo!supernatural oc!!!!

jessica "monday" lunes: played either by amber midthunder, fivel stewart, or alexa demie (lol.)

taken in by john after her parents were killed by vampires, a few months before sam left for stanford

grew up with the winchesters from age 16 on; dean and john both call her "monday" or "my monday" because of her last name

the secret reason she was taken in that john doesn't reveal: she's a supernatural magnet. for whatever reason, the dead gravitate towards her—which is why her parents were killed. she also seems to have some sort of immunity, though—they never want to hurt her

suffers from terrible nightmares all the time; doesn't realize they're actually visions from nearby dead

john took her in both to protect her but also because he hoped that she might attract the thing that killed mary

fic condenses the seasons a bit so castiel appears sooner and explains to her that she has divine origins

#asks #YAURRRR #thank u for asking bestie mwah

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Exploring Bhutan with ease : Car Rental In Bhutan 

Bhutan is the heart of the Eastern Himalayan region, mesmerizing with its natural beauty, landscapes and unique culture. A tour of Bhutan is one of the most admired travel expeditions for nature lovers and peace seekers.

Surrounded by tall rocky mountains, terrains and encapsulating landscape this South Asian country is a neighboring land of India. Due to its regional beauty major tourists enjoy traveling to Bhutan through a vehicle which includes endless adventure in the midst of the spectacular beauty around. While Bhutan offers a well-connected road network, opting for a car rental service can elevate your travel experience, providing convenience, flexibility, and comfort.

Go AV tours is one of the leading travel agencies providing reliable car rental in Bhutan for travelers to enhance their overall travel experience. Along with amazing tour packages, hotel bookings, bike rentals, we are the seamless provider of easy booking car rental in Bhutan. 

Benefits of Car Rental Services in Bhutan:

Flexibility to explore various locations : 

Explore the off beaten paths of Bhutan at your own pace with comfort and leisure. Venture beyond the common spots for authentic experiences. 

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Renting a car ensures you have control on your own itinerary and pace. Skip the limitation of public transport and explore the best of Bhutan.

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Traveling through the winding mountain roads is one of the best adventures for outdoor enthusiasts.We provide the most safe, well maintained and comfortable vehicles to enhance this adventurous journey.

Access to Scenic Routes:

“The Land of thunder Dragons” or Bhutan is well known for some of the most scenic routes across Asia with mountains covering the path. This is one of the most amazing options to dive in the beautiful routes  of Bhutan.

The best and reliable car rental agencies in Bhutan

Druk Executive Travel and Tours:

This agency combines professionalism with commitment to customer satisfaction. Providing a different fleet of vehicles from Sedans to SUVs, they cater to amazing travel experiences. 

Go AV tours 

We provide especially checked and maintained vehicles that provide seamless and comfortable travel across the country. With focus on reliability and comfort we have provided our customers with unforgettable memories and extraordinary travel experiences. 

Bhutan Rental Cars

Known for its reliable services and competitive prices, Bhutan Rental Cars is a popular choice among travelers. They provide 24/7 customer support, ensuring assistance whenever needed during your journey.

These are the three best car rental service providers in Bhutan to enhance your travel experience with top notch services.

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Bhutan is a rough terrain with twists and trunks all around, many travelers make a mistake by taking unreliable vehicles and facing problems and hurdles along the journey. Our fleet of vehicles are well-served before heading out so the traveler shall not experience any arising trouble in the entire journey. 

From SUVs to Sedans our vehicles give you the smooth and effortless tour which is perfect with different conditions.

Toyota Innova Crysta : 7 Seater /AC/ Luggage capacity

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Tempo Traveller : 16 Seater / AC / Maximum Luggage Capacity

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A journey through Bhutan is not just a travel experience; it's an odyssey through a kingdom that seamlessly blends tradition with natural splendor. As we conclude our exploration of the importance of car rental services in this enchanting land, it becomes clear that the key to unlocking Bhutan's true essence lies in the freedom and flexibility that comes with having your own wheels. If you are also willing to travel to Bhutan hiring car rental services in Bhutan then Go AV tours is the best option as its services and budget are all under the best customer concern where every traveler gets the most amazing tours. 

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Invisible Powers Driving Cars and Cranes: What Goes On Behind the Scenes to Get These Machines Moving? - Technology Org

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Invisible Powers Driving Cars and Cranes: What Goes On Behind the Scenes to Get These Machines Moving? - Technology Org

Self-driving cars, also known as robot cars, have been on the horizon for years, but we don’t see them in traffic—yet. Robots have been used in industrial sites for decades, but bringing them into wider use has been challenging. How do these self-driving robots work, what gets them going—and what are the biggest obstacles?

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A!ex looks like a regular crossover vehicle, but under—and on top of—its shiny white exterior, you’ll find the latest technologies, from radar to artificial intelligence. A!ex is a self-driving robot car used for multidisciplinary research at Aalto University that’s also contributing to a revolution in traffic systems.

‘A!ex was a normal car that we equipped with high-quality sensors and localization, like cameras, LIDAR and a computer that runs our algorithms—and this is how it became a self-driving car,’ explains postdoctoral fellow Gökhan Alcan, one of the researchers from the School of Electrical Engineering who works on A!ex.

The self-driving A!ex was outfitted for research use with a special software package—through this transformation, the normal-looking Lexus RX became a robot car. ‘Robot car’ is even written on its rear window, so others on the road recognize that behind the tinted windows, invisible forces are at the wheel rather than a human driver.

A robot car. Image credit: Aalto University

Well, except for the fact that there is a person sitting in the driver’s seat.

Finnish legislation allows for remote operation of a vehicle – a rarity in Europe. To test the robot car on public roads, the researchers had to spend several months getting a permit. They received permission, but they also promised the Finnish Transport and Communications Agency Traficom that the self-driving car would always have a safety driver. And there’s even a bright red emergency stop button in the car, should the need arise.

Laboratory manager Jesse Pirhonen from the School of Engineering is responsible for the different gadgets and software in A!ex, as well as for making sure that researchers who do tests with the car don’t fiddle with its basic settings or the work of other groups.

But Pirhonen has also become quite familiar with sitting behind the wheel. He is one of three designated safety drivers who are allowed to cruise public roads with the self-driving A!ex—though only in a limited area.

‘We drive A!ex on public roads to test and develop our algorithms, but mostly only here in the Otaniemi campus area,’ Pirhonen explains.

Other roads aren’t off-limits to A!ex, but a separate plan and prior agreement has to be made with Traficom.

Self-driving is a result of combining LIDAR and AI

Inside an autonomous car. Image credit: Aalto University

Alongside algorithms, A!ex gets moving thanks to a combination of multidisciplinary research and other invisible powers.

The emergency stop button is located where a gear stick would normally be. The safety driver can still change gears on the automatic transmission with a gear switcher if necessary. The self-driving car is not missing its steering wheel, but most of the vehicle’s control comes from highly tuned and continuously developing tech.

The trunk of the robot car houses a computer that runs its algorithms, as well as a power distribution system that sends electricity to the computer, sensors and screens in the car. The various cameras and sensors on A!ex send information to the computer for steering decision-making, while the laser scanner or LIDAR on the roof senses the surroundings, such as oncoming cars and pedestrians, and localizes the self-driving car.

LIDAR scanner on top of a self-driving car. Image credit: Aalto University

The self-driving car’s controller then gets an algorithmic decision from the computer on how to proceed—maybe a surprising obstacle has appeared that requires stopping, for example.

Pirhonen and Alcan describe the two main research directions A!ex is used for. The first is to further develop the control of the vehicle; in other words, they’re looking for ways that A!ex could steer itself safely and completely independently. This requires improving the self-driving car’s decision-making capability: A!ex’s control algorithms are honed to make decisions with safety in mind.

And what about the other main research focus? Its goal seems nearly impossible: to get the robot car to see and sense well enough to make safe decisions in challenging weather conditions, like the Finnish winter.

Can the weather be cleared to make way for a robot car?

Gökhan Alcan and Jesse Pirhonen are demonstrating A!ex the robot car and the associated research on a June day in Otaniemi. In the hot sun, frozen country roads and snow flurries are the last thing on anyone’s mind. But those are one big reason why robot cars aren’t yet seen on the roads of Finland.

Winter conditions are tough for any driver, not the least for robots relying on machine vision. Postdoctoral researcher Risto Ojala is looking for solutions to A!ex’s sensing and navigation in difficult conditions. He demonstrated a tool developed at Aalto designed to reduce the effect of weather on the sensors of robot cars.

‘Snowfall is a central challenge for self-driving cars because it prevents sensors from seeing what’s around the car. LIDAR, for example, reflects “noise” from snowflakes and can’t sense the environment. Our group has developed an algorithm that allows us to mostly remove snowflakes from LIDAR data, so we can see the real environment instead of noise,’ Ojala explains.

Visualized LIDAR data. Image credit: Aalto University

Ojala strongly believes that self-driving cars will make it onto the roads in the future—even in Finland’s difficult winter conditions. But this is probably still far in the future, because first there has to be a technology breakthrough in easier, non-winter conditions. The obstacles or delays keeping robot cars back aren’t solely to do with technology, Ojala points out.

‘There are also legal questions related to autonomous driving. Even if self-driving cars were safer than cars driven by people, we find it hard to accept when a machine makes mistakes. People can’t accept that even one accident could happen because of an error by a self-driving car, even if the total proportion of accidents was smaller than with human-driven cars,’ says Ojala. 

A smart crane isn’t bothered by the weather, and there’s more than just tech involved

Robots driven by unseen forces have been used in industry for decades, but they’re also under constant development to become smarter and more autonomous.

At the Aalto University Industrial Internet Campus (AIIC), the most visible sign of this R&D is Ilmatar, the smart crane that is the pillar of Aalto’s cooperation with Konecranes. A crane may sound like a dull thing to study, but for robotics and autonomy researchers, it is anything but.

‘It’s software, it’s smart devices, it’s everything you can expect from a modern autonomous machine and an intelligent system. When you think about it more closely, it’s a huge robot,’ says AIIC’s COO Jari Juhanko.

A smart crane. Image credit: Aalto University

True to its name, the Industrial Internet Campus is characterised by two traits, says Juhanko: industrial and internet. The ‘industrial’ refers to the research environment of the smart crane, where the focus is on the needs of, and close collaboration with, the manufacturing industry. ‘Internet’ has to do with all the invisible powers needed get a smart crane moving.

‘Internet means connectivity. In other words, these devices can communicate with others by exchanging information. A simple example would be to share their own location, and anything else having to do with monitoring the robot’s condition and safety,’ says Juhanko.

Beyond its technical features, research and operations around the smart crane are governed by invisible powers like different business models and regulations. The digitalisation of industry isn’t just about technology, says Juhanko, but also about getting all these factors to work together simultaneously.

A smart crane. Image credit: Aalto University

‘If one element is missing, we end up with a table with legs of different lengths: it wobbles and will fall over at some point. The balance comes from all of these factors syncing up,’ Juhanko says.

Fences and a red controller guarantee safety

Just like A!ex, Ilmatar comes with various safety regulations, and Juhanko says that a top priority is that robots cannot harm people in any situation. In line with current regulations, research on the smart crane is done in a fenced area in the industrial lab.

‘The safety features don’t classify it as a cobot, a collaborative robot that could function fully autonomously with a person in the same space,’ explains Juhanko.

Smart crane control system. Image credit: Aalto University

The smart crane is controlled through an open interface to the Konecranes system, which means it’s controlled by computer, but manual control is also possible using a radio controller – coloured red, just like the emergency stop button in A!ex. Ilmatar also has a camera so it can use machine vision to observe any obstacles in its environment, like a misplaced office chair—or a person.

If the connection to the robot is lost for some reason, the crane immediately stops, says Juhanko. If the crane is operated remotely, the connection must be constantly monitored. Everything must be followed closely so nothing dangerous happens, and this is where regulations governing industrial robots come into play.

‘More and more autonomy is needed, but how it is regulated is also changing. The kinds of safety factors that are required and accepted is a topic that’s under constant discussion,’ Juhanko says.

People can also delay and hinder the increase of autonomy in industrial settings, Juhanko points out.

‘People have to accept a changing world. There is so much discussion about how robotics and autonomous machines will destroy jobs. At the same time, it’s known that the jobs replaced by robots are usually dull, monotonous, and repetitive, and those are the easiest to automate. Then there’s talk of a shortage of industrial workers—this can be a solution for that,’ Juhanko says.

A smart crane hook. Image credit: Aalto University

Despite all its advanced tech and machine intelligence, Ilmatar the autonomous crane can’t function without some human intervention.

‘The only challenge is the traditional hook system. When something is hooked on and attached, you need human hands. Our plan, in collaboration with our partners, is to build a robot that could do this, too,’ says Juhanko.

In the future, Ilmatar might get loads to lift without the help of human muscle. And, as Risto Ojala hopefully predicted, some day—maybe quite far off still—the invisible challenges of self-driving cars will be solved, and they will become as commonplace as industrial robots. But for now, A!ex the robot car will travel the streets under the watchful eye of its small group of safety drivers.

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Explore Dubai in Style: Rent Hyundai in Dubai

One of the standout features of Hyundai vehicles is the unmatched level of comfort they provide. When you rent a Hyundai in Dubai, you'll immediately notice the plush interiors, ergonomic design, and spacious cabins. The comfortable seats ensure that you're relaxed and ready to take on the city's attractions, Rent Hyundai in Dubai from the Burj Khalifa to the Dubai Mall.

Cutting-Edge Technology

Hyundai is renowned for integrating cutting-edge technology into its vehicles. When you rent a Hyundai in Dubai, you'll have access to features like touchscreen infotainment systems, Rent Hyundai in Dubai GPS navigation, and advanced safety technology. This not only makes your driving experience more convenient but also safer as you navigate the bustling streets of Dubai.

Dubai is a city that beckons exploration, from its bustling urban areas to its picturesque deserts. With a Hyundai rental, you'll benefit from the brand's commitment to fuel efficiency. Whether you're cruising along Sheikh Zayed Road or venturing into the desert, you'll enjoy cost-effective travel that allows you to see more of this vibrant city.

Your journey through Dubai would be incomplete without visiting the Burj Khalifa, the world's tallest building. Renting a Hyundai in Dubai ensures that you can easily access this iconic landmark, Rent Hyundai in Dubai as well as the surrounding attractions such as the Dubai Fountain and Dubai Opera.

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It's advisable to book your Hyundai rental in advance to secure your vehicle and potentially benefit from special offers and discounts. Most rental agencies in Dubai offer online booking, making the process quick and convenient.

Renting a Hyundai in Dubai is the epitome of style, comfort, and convenience when exploring this extraordinary city. With its plush interiors, advanced technology, and fuel efficiency, Hyundai provides the ideal mode of transportation to experience Dubai's iconic landmarks, from the Burj Khalifa to Jumeirah Beach and the desert safaris. Make the most of your Dubai adventure by choosing a Hyundai rental, and explore the city in style.

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The greater weight is useful on slippery roads and the salt or cat clutter may be positioned under the tires for traction. In sure situations this could assist you get unstuck so you don't want to call a tow truck. It's also a terrific concept to have orange street cones or flares to allow site visitors recognize to sluggish down inside the immediately area. There is not anything worse than greater vehicles leaping into your nightmare by crashing into your stuck vehicle. I've in my view visible instances wherein four or 5 cars are all jammed collectively, smashed up and wrecked. This sort of scenario is highly-priced for the insurance agencies and absolutely preventable.

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Italy Driving Guide

Before purchasing this ticket, you should know a few things if you’re preparing to take that ideal vacation. This guide has everything you need to know about Italy, including procuring an international driving permit Italy, driving restrictions, prohibitions, automobile rentals, and major tourist spots.

How does this guide assist with driving in Italy?

Many people’s dreams of driving in Italy have come true. Modern-historical hybrid statues and structures are more appealing, enjoyable, and liberating. Can you drive here, though? Our in-depth driving guide will give you the confidence to drive if you’re nervous about driving in the country.

Basic information

Italy, a country in southern Europe, is famous for its delectable cuisine and lovely architecture. Millions of visitors come to the nation each year from around the world, attracted by its lively culture and turbulent past. However, before you fantasize about eating Italian pasta and Neapolitan pizza, you must know the country’s travel restrictions and security precautions.

GEOGRAPHICAL AREA

Italy is a nation in southern Europe that borders Greece, Romania, Austria, Spain, and France. This boot-shaped nation protrudes into the Mediterranean Sea and is connected to the south by the Alps, the Po River, and islands like Sicily. Italy is renowned for its beautiful scenery, and many regions of the nation are home to untamed mountains and clear lakes.

Each city in the nation is unique, with its food and accent, as few highways link places in this rocky environment. In addition, the country’s hilly geography contributes to its typically moderate temperature. But if you travel to southern Italy, you will find stunning coastlines. In reality, the nation boasts a variety of landscapes that are suited for different kinds of tourists.

Land size

Sicily and Sardinia are part of Italy’s 301,230 km2 of territory. Sicily occupies approximately 25,708 km2 of the mainland’s 1,185 km long and 381 km broad. On the other hand, Sardinia covers 24,090 square kilometres (9,300 square miles).

International Driver’s License for foreigners

If you want to complete all the requirements and adhere to the traffic laws, exploring Italian cities and towns by car may become one of your most treasured experiences. An International Driving License Italy (IDP) is one of the prerequisites for driving in Italy’s cities and towns by car, which may become one of your most treasured experiences. An International Driving Permit Italy (IDP) Italy is one of the prerequisites for driving in Italy. A travel document, an IDP, enables you to operate a vehicle abroad.

Does Italy need a foreign driver’s licence?

For up to six months, foreigners must get an international driving permit to drive in Italy. You must present both a local and an international driving licence when renting a car in Italy. You must still provide the authorities with your IDP even if you drive in Italy with a US licence.

Renting a car in Italy

Discovering Italy is like unwrapping a trunk of the most exquisite objects you’ve ever seen. Although the country’s public transportation system is superb, most visitors still rent vehicles to reach the key tourist spots. Rural locations and coastal communities are both conveniently accessible by automobile. You should know a few things about renting a car in Italy before you begin your internet search for the ideal vehicle.

Automobile rental

You may hire a car in Italy if you hesitate to use the country’s public transportation system. It is simple to locate a reputable automobile rental agency in Italy.

Required paperwork

Driving in Italy requires the same documentation needed to rent a car. A valid driver’s licence, identity card, credit card, and passport visa with a minimum one-year expiration date ,and international driving license must be presented to the automobile rental agency.

Italian road regulations

Driving in Italy is a dreamlike, free experience that allows you to travel from one place to another. The Italian government is pleased to help tourists navigate Italy and warmly welcomes them. The Highway Code is not an exception, though. Italian driving regulations are simpler to adhere to in nations where driving is done on the right, including those in the European Union. It might be challenging for those unfamiliar with left-hand drive countries at first, but it gets easier after a few trips.

Key guidelines

You must remember that some driving regulations must be obeyed when driving abroad. Therefore, please follow the fundamental rules that are in effect in Italy. Breaking them will result in fines.

Drunken driving

Italy is well-known for its Neapolitan pizza and pasta meals and nationwide wine tastings. Although it is a wine-producing nation, driving while intoxicated is not permitted. Italy has a far lower alcohol limit than most European nations—just 0.5 milligrammes per millilitre. Drivers working as professionals or with less than three years of experience cannot drive while intoxicated.

Penalties for drunk driving in Italy

Depending on the damage your careless driving causes, breaking the drunk driving laws in Italy might land you in significant legal trouble. Fines, the seizure of a vehicle, and, worst of all, incarceration are all possible penalties. In addition, driving while intoxicated lengthens the journey and puts other people in danger of harm or even death. The following are the consequences of drinking and driving:

1.5 g/l and higher: penalties ranging from €1,500 to €6,000 and 6- to 12-month terms of imprisonment.

164 to 663 euros and 5 fewer points on a driver’s licence for drivers under 21 for 0 to 0.5 g/l.

0.5-0.8 g/l carries penalties of €531-2,125 and a 3-6 month suspension of your driver’s licence.

Parking

Particularly in urban areas and ancient cities, parking in Italy may be particularly challenging. The authorized parking spaces, often underground, fill up rapidly in the city centre. Parking on the sidewalk or the curb is the only alternative, so parking is free in painted white places.

You must pay for parking and display the ticket outside your vehicle if it is painted blue. Please be aware that time restrictions exist on how long you may park in metered spaces.

Legislation governing the use of seatbelts

Both drivers and passengers travelling by car in Italy are required to buckle up at all times, whether seated in the front or the rear. To lower the number of road deaths, seat belt use was implemented as a safety precaution.

Speed restriction in Italy

The speed restrictions are as follows:

City area:

50km/h

Highway:

130 km/h or 110 km/h in rainy weather

Minor roads outside metropolitan areas:

110 km/h or 100 km/h in rainy weather

Local streets:

90 km/h or 80 km/h in rainy weather

Travel direction

To reduce traffic congestion, roundabouts are used at road junctions. Roundabouts are where most Italian highways end; therefore, you must know the regulations when you’re at one. It’s essential to understand which lane to use while entering a roundabout. You should drive on the right in Italy and yield to vehicles on the left. Also, signal your destination before leaving the roundabout to alert other motorists.

Age Limit for Driving in Italy

The minimum driving age in Italy varies depending on the vehicle type. The legal driving age in Italy is 18, as in other nations; however, be aware that most car rental companies do not hire cars for anyone under 21. But in Italy, you must be at least 16 years old to operate a motorcycle up to 125 cc and at least 14 years old to use a moped up to 50 cc.

Rules for overtaking

In Italy, overtaking must be done to the left. Therefore, avoid overtaking at junctions, bends, hilltops, railroad crossings, and places with limited sight. In Italy, driving also involves sharing the road with trams. You can pass the tram on the right if there is room. Pass trams carrying passengers at a safe distance. Be sure you can see where you’re going before passing and that no other car is coming up behind you. Please turn on your turn signal to alert other drivers that you are about to pass them. Go back into the right lane after passing, allowing plenty of space for the vehicle in front of you.

Driving while a visitor

With a current driver’s licence and IDP, visitors can easily drive in Italy. As an international driving license Italy permits them to drive on Italian roads. You can go to Italy in your vehicle if you satisfy the prerequisites

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