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esotericpluto · 8 months

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the ideal career for you

from left to right; intuitively choose the pile you feel more connected to. To make it easier, you can take a deep breathe, close your eyes and ask for guidance to your deities or guides. These are all general messages, so just take what resonates and leave what doesn't. This reading is timeless. If it resonates, feedback is always appreciated and motivates to keep doing pick a card readings. You can donate here.

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pile 1

the moon, 7 of wands, ten of cups

this pile includes 18+ themes, so please skip over it if you are under 18. You can pick other pile.

with this pile, I'm getting a lot of possible careers coming through. I feel like many of you might end up working in careers that require you to work at night or until night. However, I do also see that some type of fame and recognition is very possible here and that you will keep this air of mystery, regardless of how famous and known you are. Some people reading this pile might even have more than one career from these options throughout their lives or even change it up a bit later on in life when you are more stable, looking forward to the field that truly makes you happy and fulfilled.

Now, some of you this indicates jobs in public eye. Some of you will be entertainers and bring joy to others. This can mean being an actor, singer, artist, musician, a comedian, a dancer or even could mean being an illusionist, working at the circus or at the entertainment part of hotels and touristic areas.

This might be especially true if you have leo and 9th house placements, if you love to sing, if you like to dye your hair or paint your nails. It might also resonate if your initials are C, K or M. Some of you who like to wear bold eyeliners can also resonate with this.

For some of you, I feel like you might end up becoming strippers (and yes this includes some men reading this) and get even some popularity from this. While this is sex work, keep in mind it still is counted as entertainment by many. Alternatively, you could go into burlesque/cabaret or similar things. Later on, for some of you, I do see a career change into something new you'll fall in love with but this will keep you afloat for a long time and many of you will enjoy it, especially due to the money. Others will make enough money to retire early or even leave early and just invest and live life. Now please, keep in mind that for those of you in this field, it is important for you to keep yourself safe and work in regulated spaces.

This could especially resonate for you if you have a couple tattoos, that know how to belly dance, that like smoothies, that have curly hair, that wear glasses/contacts, that love working out or go on shopping sprees. If you have a tongue piercing, it could also be a sign it resonates. Extra confirmation of any of you are aquarius, leo or virgo, especially with moon in scorpio or moon in capricorn.

Alternatively, some of you could end up working as dj's at clubs, bartenders or even bodyguards. This seems like it will actually help you meet a lot of people, make connections and network. I see some people even managing or owning nightclubs/bars later in life. The same could go for motels/hotels, although the sexual theme is being compelled here, so I think a motel seems somewhat likely for those of you this resonates with.

I feel like for some of you, you might become teachers/professors who give night lectures at universities or even to bigger audiences in important conferences. I feel like your input in your field will be extremely important. For those who will follow this teaching path, I feel like you will either be a political science, sociology, sexology or arts/entertainment teacher. And some of you could even end up having some minor career in politicians (like being a deputy/congress person in a parliament).

I feel like this one can apply for everyone in this group, so there is a chance any of you do end up doing this later in life out of passion.

For those of you thinking of going into investing into property or in general, I feel like this will go extremely well for you. Again you might invest in nightclubs/motels like i mentioned or even in rehabilitating older houses in usually less appealing neighborhoods, giving it a new life and appreciation and increasing thr value and safety of the area. If you want to invest in stocks instead, definitely invest in things related to the topics above. For some of you, I heard "invest in HIV research" so pick medicine companies that are working on researching it and creating cures/treatments. I'm also getting a special warning to not invest into crypto/nfts if you pick this pile.

pile 2

7 of pentacles; Tower; 3 of wands; Queen of Cups

I'm getting that some of you might get a career that has a long path to go through and that might include having a lot of patience. I feel like this could indicate some of you will have to study a lot and spend years and thousands on education to get this career, which leads me to think some of you are becoming doctors or medical practitioners. Alternatively, you could be in a career that will require you to start with low paying entry level jobs, but that will take you to the top positions that will be extremely well paid. I see that for some, this could also indicate having to go through an unpaid or lowly paid internship in order to make your way into the field or being in a job that doesn't pay you well and overworks you before switching to a better one.

For some of you, this wait in order to collect the seeds of your labour can be literal as in becoming a gardener, a farmer or even similar jobs in agricultural management or even owning a flower shop. This could, in a few cases, also involve baking and cooking and all the time that can go into it.

There are a group of you that this wait refers to working on your psychic and intuitive abilities as well as on your spiritual knowledge to the point of mastery and make a career out of it.

Like I mentioned before, I do see many healers, doctors and medics coming out of this pile, psychologists, psychiatrists and therapists are also coming in strong. Some might also go into traditional medicine and hollistic practices, maybe even reiki, energy work or medical astrology. I see that checking your 12th house or pisces placements either on your solar chart or on your midheaven persona chart can help you confirm this information.

Those of you that are thinking about going into therapy and psychology are being recommended to look into specializing in anger management and conflict resolution, so possibly something like family and couple therapy.

There could also be some of you that create youtube channels/instagram pages to help others with your knowledge and tips.

A small percentage of you might end up becoming a military medic/doctor/nurse as well, specializing in helping wounded soldiers. On the same note, a military cook is also possible.

It is also very important to note for everyone who picked this pile that your career might cause you emotional overwhelm or pressure, so always be sure to protect your energy and not allow yourself to be too drained.

This strong energy also takes me to believe some of you will be writers or artists, which also makes sense for the time aspect of this reading, as making art or writing can be time consuming. Some of you could even become freelancers or start creative industry enterprises/businesses.

These are just extra confirmations, so if nothing of these signs match you, it doesn't mean the pile is wrong for you.

This could resonate especially if you've recently watched a documentary or movie touching on the subjects of oppression, if you're in university or if you have been to university and if you have ever worked a waiter/public service job. If you enjoy stuff like Silent Hill and Red Dead Redemption, this could also resonate with you. Same if you like purple and blue or are wearing either. Extra confirmation if you're a taurus, gemini, aries or capricorn. Also if you specifically have a libra venus in either tropical or vedic.

pile 3

Lovers, Death, Star, Tower, Four of Pentacles

This pile has a brief mention of de*th and s**cide, so if you're very sensitive to those topics, please avoid this pile.

With the number of major arcanas here, I feel like whatever career you end up picking, you will have an important role in the area and maybe do something very groundbreaking in it. You'll be essential in your job/career and could even change the world in a way with it. No matter how small of a change it is, it will still be impactful.

The career will involve other people or at least one more person to some degree, this could be either a business/work partner or work involving clients or the public.

I'm getting two main groups here. One group will be focusing on healing and some type of therapy, especifically involving death. So this could be councilling focused on helping disaster survivors or grief therapy to help people who lost their loved ones or witnessed traumatic deaths. You will essentially be very important to help them move on and find themselves again. Because the Star can be related to peace, being true to one self and healing, you will definitely help people heal and find their peace and meaning in life again. For some of you, you could also help people who attempted suicide or have suicidal tendencies, helping them to work through this. You will help people who have lost everything and you'll help them rebuild their lives back up with healthier and better foundations, allowing them to feel more secure and in control of themselves and their lives.

For the other group, I feel like your work will be focusing more on creative industries. This could be publishing and marketing for some, however I feel like many of you will embark on music and acting careers, which will help many people also heal and have healthy coping mechanisms.

I feel like your music or your acting (mainly acting) will allow you to become separate from yourself for a moment by wearing another persona and putting yourself in someone else's shoes, but also will allow you to explore different aspects of yourself, giving you a deeper understanding of yourself and others. For some, this could be a musical theatre career. If not, you could become a music composer for movies and shows or even a music producer.

I'm also seeing some of you will be a play writer or a movie writer/director. I feel like there might be moments of your career you won't feel as valued, but rest assured there will be millions loving your work. You might also have extremely innovative ideas for the field and do things, create storylines no one has ever really seen before. You could even create a new genre of cinema or a new wave/style of film.

For a smaller percentage of you, I'm also seeing that you might be doing something money/management related, so an investor or establishing a new business/company that might help people around the world.

Extra confirmation if you like rock n' roll or watched an Elvis Presley movie/documentary or read a tweet about him recently. If you consume true crime, especially from the 80's, if you enjoy the aesthetic of the circus. It might also resonate if you listen to Britney and/or Mariah or if your favorite color is red. If you like high heels, especially louboutins, or enjoy using red/dark lipsticks, or shaved your legs in the previous 3 days, this is also extra confirmation for you. Could also apply if you're a scorpio, sagittarius or pisces.

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zorosleftshoe · 1 year

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Hii, can you do a Colby Brock x fem!reader when the whole group went to the haunted clown motel (2021)? :)

Sam and Colby plan a prank (identical in the video) for Alex and fem!reader. Fem!reader obviously screams and falls on the chair and tries to hide herself (I hope this makes sense, if not do whatever you desire <3). When they tell that it was a prank she makes jokes (for example: when we’re back home your sleeping on the couch (Colby) and etc). They have to sleep in different rooms: Sam and Colby, Nate and cameraman (Justin), fem!reader and Alex [obviously single beds XD], Colby and fem!reader text for a little bit and colby whines that he needs his cuddles and that’s pretty much it.

If this is too much I apologise in advance, I just rarely see these type of fan fics. Make it as long as you want it to be ❤️

Yes! I could relate to this cause I do NOT like clowns either 🤷‍♀️

Pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader

Warning: swearing

“Clowns? They named a motel after clowns?” Colby can sense the skepticism in my voice and rolls his eyes playfully.

“Yes. Completely clown themed.” Before I can even spew my sarcastic comment he’s quick to speak. “Yes, it’s weird. Yes, I’m asking you to come.” I place a freshly painted finger against my chin and tilt my head in a faux pout.

“Hm. You know I don’t like clowns, Colbs.” He leans forward and takes my hand pulling me to him and I lazily throw my arms around his shoulders.

“But I want you there, baby.”

“You kill me. You absolutely kill me.” He kisses my forehead quickly before turning to walk out of the room. He makes it halfway before the pillow I throw smacks him in the back of the head. “You owe me.”

Sam, Colby, and Nate are stood reading reviews from previous guests and I can’t help but scrunch my nose is disgust. This place is horrible. Not only that but at every corner there is a clown staring at you with its beady eyes. I hear Nate mention something about a guest complaining about the LEDs and my eyes dart in their direction.

“Well, at least if a killer clown manages to break in we’ll see him coming.” Colby shoots me a look and I stick my tongue out at him before looking around us. Clowns, clowns, and more clowns.

“Why are we staying here again?” Colby asks tilting his head at Sam and Nate jokingly. Sam and Nate head off in the direction of the main area and Colby reaches out to me. I follow in pursuit and he presses his hand against my back guiding me along.

“I hate this.” I stick out my lower lip and Colby mocks me by doing the same. “You’re mean.”

“Mm, but I love you.” He kisses me gently and we begin our journey to the rest of the motel. We’re all standing by the office when Colby pipes up again. “This property is protected by killer clowns.” I glance at Alex who is already looking at me with a similar look on his face.

“If I die tonight, I’m haunting all of your asses.” I say pointing a finger at each of the boys individually. With a huff I follow them into the office and watch as the graze over all trinkets and Knick knacks.

“What is your best pick-up-a-clown pick up line, right now?” One of the boys asked gaining my attention.

“Can I show you a circus tonight?” Sam asks looking into the camera. I roll my eyes and let out a groan. There’s no way I can deal with this all night. Colby winks at me before looking back to the camera and saying ‘you’ve got red balls, but mine are blue’. I stop listening after that. The boys go to talk to the owner and I continue to look at the different clown statues that stand around the small building. If one of them reaches out, I’ll definitely throw up. I hear Colby ask the owner if he thinks the rooms are haunted and not long after we’re headed to the rooms. The sleeping situation was, unusual, if you asked any of us. Nate and Justin were in a room together, Sam, Colby, and I were in a room together, and Alex was left alone by himself. I offered to bunker down with Alex but when I did Colby shot me a look and claimed he couldn’t protect me if I was that far away.

“Colby.” My voice wavered as I focused on the painting that was staring back at me from the wall. “Be for real right now. I am NOT sleeping in here.” He rolled his eyes and took a few steps towards me before slinging his arms around my shoulders.

“You’ll be sleeping with me. I’ll protect you.” I roll my eyes and punch his side lightly.

“Like you did at my mom and dad’s when my cousin dressed up as Bigfoot?” Colby glanced down at me before straightening out his jacket.

“That was a moment of weakness.” I lightly chuckle at his words and follow them to the next room. Once they’re done checking everything out they ask Nate, Alex, and myself to head to the car for a minute while they set up a seance in our room. Although I wasn’t entirely comfortable with it, I wasn’t going to cause a scene and ruin the video they had planned.

Alex and I were sat at the car scrolling through our phones when he looked over at me.

“You look uneasy.” He wasn’t wrong. I could tell he wasn’t trying to be degrading with his words. He was just trying to make conversation.

“I don’t like clowns.” He chuckles.

“Then what are you doing here?” He raises his hands when he realizes how that may have sounded. “I don’t mean that in a bad way. I just mean, this is literally a clown motel.”

“Colby. Why else.” That causes us both to laugh. When I look back up I see the rest of our group walking towards us. “Are we ready to explore?” I follow the boys around aimlessly as they continue with their investigation. Colby keeps his space as he walks next to Sam near the front of our small group. A chill creeps up my spine as we enter the graveyard and I have the urge to turn back, to sleep in the car for the night, but I continue forward.

“Don’t step on the graves, guys.” I say quietly. Before I can see if anyone heard me a dog jumps over the fence and rolls onto his back. “Oh, hello!” I give him a few belly rubs and he runs off to greet the others. The boys agree to go back to the room and do the seance and my stomach churns at the thought.

When we get to the room Sam and Colby are sitting on the bed closest to the bathroom and Nate is standing next to them while Alex is sitting on the bed closest to the door with me. All of a sudden we hear a thud and a clown emerges from the bathroom. I let out a scream and jump up from the bed, backing away from the stranger in our room. My foot catches something and before I know it, I’m tumbling to the ground with the chair beside me. In a moment of panic, I grab the chair and crawl behind it. My eyes are closed tight as the boys start to laugh at one another.

“You knew it was gonna happen.” I hear Alex say but I’m still too stunned to look. My heart is beating a mile a minute and when I open my eyes Sam, Colby, Nate, and Justin are eyeing Alex and I with smiles plastered on their faces.

“Welcome to the prank wars, bitches!” Sam says before pointing at us with his hands. I let out a huff, still trying to catch my breath, and grab the pillow that was sitting in the chair next to me before chucking it at Sam. Colby hops over the bed and sticks his hands out to help me up but I push him back playfully.

“Oh, ho, ho. No way. You’re in the dog house, buddy.” His eyes widen at my words and I flip him off. “You were in on this, you asshole. I nearly had an aneurysm.” Colby gives me a faux pout but I just pinch his bottom lip before grabbing my bag and looking at Alex. “Alex, show me to our room.”

The night quickly comes to a close and Alex is fast asleep in his bed. His snores the only thing keeping me sane as the clown on the wall stares me down. My phone vibrates next to me on the bed and I grab it.

Colbs❤️

I’m sorry baby. We got you good though

I roll my eyes and open up the text thread before typing my reply.

Only because I don’t like clowns. You better sleep with an eye open, baby bear.

The room is silent for a few moments before my phone vibrates again and I roll my eyes playfully before picking it up.

Colbs❤️

Were you serious about sleeping on the couch? I need my cuddles, woman!

With another eye roll I put my phone back down on the bed and close my eyes, preparing for sleep. My phone vibrates again and I groan before looking at it.

Colbs❤️

I need my cuddles!

With a soft chuckle I type out a short reply and put my phone down before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

#sam and colby #colby brock x you #colby brock x y/n #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 25 days

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Rules of the Harem

Y/N lives a life not many women can say they have: she spends her days in a luxurious, gothic mansion with America's hottest gang of freaks at her beck and call. Now, how on earth did all of this begin?

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader, Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.7k Words

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, alcohol, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, drug use, injury, heavily implied sexual content, threesomes, premature ejaculation

An: Hello! This fic was inspired by this post by one of my friends, @xxxmargeraxxx! I couldn’t get this concept out of my head, no matter how hard I tried, and I think this has enough potential to become a series! Anyways, thank you so much for sending in requests, and please keep them coming!! :)

Upon hearing rumors of your living arrangements, people usually ask you one of two questions: ‘why would you do that to yourself?’ or ‘how the hell did all of this start?’. The former was pretty easy to answer- you liked it, however unconventional it seemed to others. You were like Hugh Hefner, only instead of living in the Hollywood Hills, your mansion was situated practically on the sand of the sunny, Miami coastline. The only other difference between the two of you was that instead of having flocks of girls in tiny satin one-pieces and bunny ears, you got your pick of the gaggle of half naked dudes running around your house. The latter question, however, that one’s a little trickier.

It started when, one day, out of the blue, one of your buddies from way back asked if he could crash for a week or two- said he was filming something in Florida and staying at your place would be cheaper than getting a hotel, which you happily obliged to because A: he was right and B: friends let friends sleep at their houses, especially when they have six guest rooms. You hadn’t seen him in a while, anyways- why not take the time to catch up a little? That night, over a few drinks, Johnny let you in on what he was working on - this pilot for MTV he was making with Jeff and Chris and the rest of the guys from that magazine he was writing for. “Hell, they don’t even know i’m here!” He chuckled, jabbing a thumb behind him, “Told ‘em I was stayin’ at the Motel 6 down the road.” You cracked a grin at his lie, sitting back in your patio chair as the blue light from the pool cascaded over the two of you. “When d’you gotta be up tomorrow?” Johnny shrugged, taking a swig of his beer, “Noon. As long as I get back there ‘round then, they won’t suspect a thing!”

So for the rest of the evening, you and Johnny went back and forth, talking for hours. He told you that they were going to meet this professional clown guy named Steve-O tomorrow who works with this flea market circus and who always gets great footage (or at least, really liked lighting himself on fire), and later that month they were flying out to Pennsylvania of all places to film with this professional skateboarder whose name you couldn’t quite remember given that you were pretty damn wasted by that point in the night. And as the evening went on, the topic of relationships came up, and you drunkenly relented to your best friend that the single life was torture. If you could die from not getting dick, you were on your last legs. Despite your dramatics, Johnny could sympathize with that- all those weeks on the road were wearing him pretty thin, he told you, looking at you from under those half lidded eyes which you couldn’t tell if they had grown that dark from exhaustion or desire. He cleared his throat, making eye contact with you, “Y’know, maybe there’s a solution that could help both’a us out…” Johnny proposed nonchalantly, “It’s just what friends do, y’know?”

Waking up in the same bed as your best friend made you realize something. Looking at the way the sunlight filtered in through the open, floor to ceiling antique stained glass windows made the tan muscles of his back just glow as he lay half-asleep, tangled up in your silk sheets made you realize how much you really liked having a man in your bed- not just any man, but him. And after a few moments he stirred a little, sat up with a tired groan, and then offered to cook you breakfast. Yep. That’s how your friendship with Johnny turned into a friends-with-benefitship.

Johnny didn’t return to Miami until after that pilot thing aired. Not only did they get the show picked up, but MTV wanted another season, and that meant more filming. The evening he flew in, he called you to meet up with him and the rest of his buddies from the show (minus those guys from Philadelphia- their flight was delayed till tomorrow) at this rinky-dink little shithole bar. But he didn’t introduce you as the lady who’s house he stays at and who he occasionally fucks- you were just Y/N. His awesome lady friend Y/N who lives in a mansion and has a pool- something that couldn’t be said about the hotel they were set up at, and that piqued Chris’ interest. It was the dead of summer in Florida, after all, and nothing feels better after a long day of banging yourself up than a nice cool swim. So when he asked to stop by sometime, you were eager to invite him over the next day they were off from shooting.

Peering out from your open kitchen window that afternoon Chris visited, you could barely believe what was happening. There you had two very attractive young men, one of which you were definately going to screw later, lounging around your pool in their swimsuits without a care in the world, all sun kissed and glistening. That’s the moment your idea of what you wanted changed- don’t get me wrong, you still lusted after Johnny like no tomorrow, but there was something with the idea of having more than one man to pick from that stirred something in you. It also helped that you were really into Chris’ whole long haired surfer dude thing he had going on- he was like a big, perverted golden retriever, and you weren't ashamed to say that you went for the dumb, jockish ones. Maybe you had him over for more than just wanting to help him cool off a little, but it’s not like you could blame yourself- he was right there. So as you finished whipping up the batch of strawberry daiquiris you were in the kitchen to make in the first place, you thought up a damn genius plan. And, taking a deep breath, you strutted out onto the pool deck in your little swimsuit with drinks in hand, sitting down at the edge of the pool deck to dangle your legs in the water right in front of Chris. Leaning forward, you asked him in flirtiest tone you could muster, “How’d you feel about stayin’ the night?”

Grinning, Chris took the drink you handed him and chuckled at your flirting, “Sure!” As you sat back with your own frosty drink, Johnny eyed you from the other side of the pool, his expression difficult to read due to those sunglasses that never left his face. You knew he wasn't the jealous type, but there was a distinct curiosity to his body language as he watched you (his friend) flirt back and forth with Chris (his other friend). As Chris started spending more and more time around the house, you discovered he had a talent for making you feel like the most perfect woman in the world, and not even just with his words or compliments. Whenever you’d walk in the room, he would just smile and look you up and down and give you that cute, sexy look. And you’d pinch his cheek and he’d laugh that dopey stoner laugh and it was just so sweet- he had this way of just anticipating whatever you needed to hear at a given moment.

So like that, the one guy you were screwing that night turned into two guys, and the next morning, before they slipped off to join back up with the rest of the crew, you let them know that they could come by anytime. Johnny and Chris told you they would be more than happy to stop by and pay their favorite girl a visit, and you felt a strange sense of pride at what you had. Sure, the arrangement was a little unconventional, but it was undeniably yours. Not to mention, you had something to look forward to. Pontius let it slip last night during pillow talk after Knoxville was out cold that they were starting work on a movie, and the two of them would certainly need a place to stay.

Filming for a movie is a lot different than filming for a tv show, namely that you have more time off. There would be days at a time where it would just be you, Chris, and Johnny at your beck and call, sitting around or doing whatever they felt like around the house until you gave them a wave of your hand and gave one of them an order: “Chris, honey- can you draw me a bath?” “Johnny, do you think you could rub my back?” “Both of you, meet me in my bedroom in five!” And they were both eager to jump at whatever you had in mind.

You know how Johnny was real discreet about what he and you got up to behind closed doors and the conditions your relationship operated on? Well, while he meant well, Chris just didn’t have it in him to keep secrets, especially from his best buddy Steve-O who he knew would just love this super sweet rich lady Knoxville was hanging out with. Once he started showing up (completely unannounced, by the way), you didn’t really say anything because you didn’t mind his presence and entertaining antics- what with all the jumping off of surfaces and lighting himself on fire. And you didn’t have to worry about Steve’s performance in bed not measuring up to that of the other two because he barely even made it to the bed in the first place. Sure, occasionally try to join you and Chris, but after taking about three steps into the room, he’d just stop for a second, turn around, and walk back where he came from, muttering to himself, “I’m out...” But that isn’t to say he wasn’t affectionate- in fact, due to his tendency to get his boxers glued to his left leg before the clothes came off, Steve compensated in other ways. If you weren't knocked out in bed with Johnny or Chris at the end of the night (or hell, even if you were), he would jump in under the covers next to you, wrapping those wiry arms of his around your waist and pulling you close to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. As unappealing as it may sound, you never slept better than with Steve, that ole’ cuddle bug.

However, as the days went on, you found yourself spending more of your time with the guys outside of the bed rather than in it. As you wandered around the mansion grounds, you took note of what you usually caught them doing because, after all, they would be staying with you for a while and you wanted to know how to keep your men happy. Johnny was easy, usually lazing around on the red velvet chaise lounge that sat in your living room while watching tv or nursing whatever fresh injury he got on set that week with a bag of frozen peas. You’d plop down on the couch next to him and idly chat about whatever was going on on Tv, while Chris was often found on your rooftop sun deck, working out and getting all bronze up there- a sight you never got tired of. Steve, on the other hand, really made it a struggle to keep track of him. He was all over the place, just sorta lurking around or high off of whatever he could get his hands on if he wasn’t attempting some ridiculous stunt. On the off occasion you could actually find him, he was usually sat slumped over against the wall or arch or column, and as you’d walk by, he’d chuckle a little or lay his head against your leg like some weird family dog. In fact, the four of you really were like a big, happy, kinda fucked up family.

Eventually, Bam started getting curious about where the hell those three kept screwing off to, but he never got a straight answer from Chris or Knoxville when he pressed them about it. On the other hand, Steve was more than happy to vividly describe that smokin’ hot rich lady Pontius introduced him to who lets them stay at her huge ass mansion in exchange for, get this- them letting her fuck them whenver she wants. It’s basically a porno set-up. You can kind of see how the words got twisted as they wound through the grapevine? But, of course, that sounded like a dream to Bam, and he just had to get in on that.

So he stood there on your doorstep in his swim trunks and t-shirt because he wanted to at least pretend he was coming for that pool he’s heard so much about. And god, when you opened the door you could hear his jaw hit the doormat. Bam knew you were hot before he showed up but, Jesus- this lady was hot. He was never one to be nervous around chicks, but you left him speechless. “Are you, uh- are you Y/N?” Sure, you’d never met the guy who was standing on your doorstep before, and it wasn't typical of you to invite strangers into your home, but you found the way he looked at you with those big ole’ eyes kinda cute. A plan started to form in your mind and you decided to mess with him a little, “Mmhm.” At that point, the guys had started to take notice of what was happening and started gathering around behind you to watch the show. Bam still tried to sound all cool and confident as he rambled, “I'm a friend’a Knoxville’s- you know, the skater one? He’s probably brought me up before.” That’s the guy? Leaning against the doorframe, you checked him out, “So you’re Bam, right?” He nodded quickly and you cracked a grin, “Well, we’ve gotta rule around here.” From behind you, Johnny raised his eyebrows and gave him a nod as you gestured with one hand, “No shirts for guys. So…” Bam blinked in delete if for a moment as he realized shit, this woman was serious. But all the other guys in the house were fully dressed? Ah, fuck it. Bam tugged off his shirt. Part of him didn’t wanna give in too quickly, but damn it, he just couldn’t get over the way you were looking him up and down like that- not that he would admit how much it got to him.

After you invited him in, that’s when things started getting fun. See, Bam was really eager for you to like him- and I mean really eager, so he spent the entire time trying to impress you. Like when everyone was sitting around the pool drinking or idly swimming, he’d ‘accidently’ flex his muscles while toweling off directly in your line of sight, or if you so much as mentioned that you were thirsty, he’d go running to grab you a drink from the cooler. You weren't in the market for a servant boy, but Bam’s restless pursuit of your attention was endearing, and you wouldn’t mind having something like that around the house. Sitting next to you on the other pool lounge chair, Johnny leaned over to whisper in your ear, “If I were you, Y/N, I’d keep an eye on him. Seems like he’s just dyin’ for your attention.” He certainly would liven things up around the place. It’d be like having a puppy around, only with less leg humping. Oh hell, he’d probably do that too if you gave him the word.

And that’s how everything came together. Now every time Jackass came to Florida to film, your house would be filled with life and chaos and all the men you could stomach for a few glorious weeks. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure, there would be some hiccups along the way, and rules eventually had to be made, but we’ll get into those at a later time. For now, you had a new addition to your little menagerie, and you knew exactly how you wanted to celebrate the occasion.

#jackass #johnny knoxville #chris pontius #steve o #bam margera #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville x reader #chris pontius x reader #steve o x reader #bam margera x reader

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vintagelasvegas · 1 year

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Circus Circus, September 21, 1972, months after the opening of their first hotel tower. Savoy Motel and Strata-Flight on the right. Las Vegas News Bureau.

#Circus Circus #1972 #Las Vegas News Bureau

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cultofkakyoin · 1 year

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Crystal Clear Business

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A/N: This fic was surprisingly popular, I was thirsty for this dirty guy but I felt other fics made Trevor too... Nice? I want Trevor to be so so creepy. Also find it on Ao3. I do try to check these fics for spelling/grammar mistakes but im not perfect so there may still be some, my apologies.

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Relationships: Trevor Philips/Reader, Trevor Philips/Reader/Wade Hebert

Content Warnings!: Rape/non-con, mentions of self-harm, drugs, drug manufacturing, blood, blood as lube. (Tell me if I missed anything.)

"Find her, Ron!" Trevor slams the trailer door shut and stomps off to his truck like an angry child 'aaargh!" He screams. Ron racks his brain on how to find this woman, he doesn't know much about her, she doesn't go out a whole lot, but she does have a presence with the Lost MCs, he only knows she's a woman because of that and Ashley's loose lips...

He also knows she makes pure methamphetamine, not like the kind Chef makes, which puts the crystal in crystal meth. That suggests to Ron that she may have a background in chemistry. But, he still doesn't have a name, she went by Carnie, thanks to a circus carousel on her arm, but Johnny mentioned scars on her arm, suggesting self-harm, Ron wonders if she was ever admitted to a hospital for such things, she also wasn't from San Andreas based on her accent according to Ashley, though she was not the best at naming a region in or out of the US. However, that did help give him some description to work with.

First, he cross-references hospital records of self-harm or depressive episodes with someone with a chemistry background, he finds seven who recently traveled to San Andreas, five are male so that limits it to two. He searches the names, the first woman is only 19 and according to her LifeInvader photos lacks any tattoos, the second woman was practically untraceable via social media, all of it appears to be private and her friends list is small and appears to be only family.

But, one of said family member's accounts are public, looking through several photos Ron finally finds one of this woman... Damn, covered arms. Back to searching. Oh good, a friend, several photos later, finally, he finds a picture of her with a group, arms still covered but what is evident is the people she's with, Lost MC 'old ladies' as it were, and the location was not tagged but with a bit more digging, it's a small bar in Grapeseed, called 'Cherry's Good Time.'

It's not enough for Ron, he's not going to get a woman who might be this 'Carnie' probably brutally murdered. Ron would feel bad and face 'discipline' from Trevor if he got it wrong. He needs more. He goes further back, years back and soon, he finds it, a picture captioned 'Graduation present!' Showing a fresh tattoo on a scarred arm and lucky for Ron (and unlucky for this woman) it's a carousel. Finally, he looks up her name, finding her address, which is just a run-down motel at this current moment in time, she doesn't own any property, which suggests she's probably a cook for another person who can provide a lab to cook in.

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Grabbing his phone, he calls Trevor "Trevor! I've found her, her name is (Y/n) (L/n), she lives at that motel just outside of Sandy Shores- in room 22. But, I don't think she's working al-" damn, Trevor hangs up before Ron can tell him about a boss. Ron didn't want this woman dead, she seems like a nice person based on the few posts he can find of her.

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"We're gonna kill us a cook, Wadey boy!" Trevor shouts, wrapping an arm around the young man with a sound of glee. "Do we gotta kill her, Trevor? That meth was really good" Trevor hits the brakes abruptly, turning his head to stare down the Juggalo "her meth is- it's mediocre at best!" He yells, clearly scaring Wade "you only think it's good because it's cut with sulfuric acid that's melting your mind!"

Wade scoots away from his boss "yeah" he rubs his arm. Trevor slams the gas, speeding through every car and taking extra care to bash into any bikers who catch his eye and it didn't help that he started drinking halfway through the ride.

"Fina-fucking-ly" he exclaims, crudely parking the truck "stay here, I'm gonna go get 'er" he slurs, he's clearly drunk or at least buzzed. Trevor lacks any creepiness for this, knocking loudly on the motel door marked 22, the person doesn't answer but he hears a bit of a stir inside.

"You fucking bitch!" He kicks open the door and walks into the apartment full of rage "and I don't mean that in a misogynistic way, I mean that in a I'm going to skullfuck your brains out of your eye!" His tone gets less casual as he continues his tangent.

He hears a few quiet profanities coming from the bathroom and a scramble. Trevor pauses, swaying back and forth just a bit "Look, just open the door. I'm a nice, reasonable, rational guy. We can work this out. I'm real patient."

She doesn't respond, and despite his reassurance, he's not a patient man. "I'm done being patient" he speeds through the sentence before kicking the door open, and finally he lays eyes on the woman, he wants to kill her then and there but that's not going to send a message to whoever she works for.

She's nothing special, a bit young for Trevor's taste, though not too young for him, she looks to be maybe 25-30, that's what he thinks anyway, she could just look good or bad for her age, depending.

"You- you have been treading my territory!" He shouts as he approaches her "you're Trevor Philips, oh no..." She gulps, whispering the last part. "That's right," he says in a sing-song voice "that's me- Trevor Philips- your worst fucking nightmare! You-you meth dealing little- argh! I can't form the words to describe you" he snarls through gritted teeth.

He grabs her arm, roughly pulling her off the ground "you're coming with me" he grits his teeth together, dragging her out of the motel room. (Y/n) doesn't have anything to say, making Trevor even angrier but what is there to say? (Y/n) is well aware of him and who he is, he's not someone to listen to pleas.

Trevor forces her into the bed of the truck, then zip-tying her wrists and ankles together. The plastic bounds are cutting into her skin, slicing through some of her tattoos. "Stay put." He pats her leg before getting back into the driver's seat.

"Where are we going?" Wade asks, Trevor turns the key, starting the engine "we, my dear meth-addicted boy toy, are going out to the desert to show her who owns Sandy Shores." She sees several people staring at the scene, she knows most of them and she can't blame them for not interfering or calling the police, they were all engaging in illegal activities and didn't want to get arrested, she knew that all too well.

The truck passes through Sandy Shores and only stops when she can no longer see any buildings, just sand, and more sand. Trevor gets out of the car, yelling at Wade to follow suit, he pops the back open and grabs her by the ties, which are now slippery with blood from her fruitless struggle.

Dragging her out and letting go she hit the ground below he closes the bed before stepping on her shoulder. "Are you going to talk, (Y/n)?" He asks, removing his foot and crouching down, and tilting his head.

(Y/n) sighs "I don't have anything to say" she answers honestly, Trevor stands up, putting his hands on his hips and gazing up into the stars "well, you could tell me who your boss is, not that that'll save you from what I'm about to do, but I may be a bit more gentle if you do."

"It's not like I have anything to lose if I don't" Trevor lets out an exasperated sigh. He grabs her by the zip ties once again, dragging her along the rocky ground for a few feet. Pulling out a knife he kneels by her feet, cutting the ties on her ankles.

He runs his hands up and down her thighs, before hooking his finger under her waistband and pulling them down along with her underwear. (Y/n) clenches her jaw tightly, she knew Trevor was bad but this? His partner seems equally uncomfortable, fidgeting just behind his boss.

He runs the knife up her hip and to her shirt, gripping the hem of her shirt cutting completely through the fabric with a bit of leverage from his grip, once finished he places the knife back in his pocket. Moving the split garment open he exposes her breasts "not bad... Not bad at all" forcing her hands up about her head he gropes her breasts with large calloused hands, pinching her nipples harshly.

Trevor nestles between (Y/n)'s thighs, pressing his pelvis into her bare one, the denim fabric hurts the sensitive skin of her labia and vulva as he ruts against her, he twists her nipples, making her whimper in pain, and tears soon prick her (e/c) eyes, Trevor up and strokes her cheek with his thumb.

"Don't be like that, now" he croons "this is your fault, after all," his soft touch changes when he grips your jaw and squishes your cheeks, and along with that he digs his dirty nails into her nipple.

He abandons her face in favor of her cunt, prodding uncoordinated her entrance and clit. Abruptly he sticks a finger inside of her, making the woman arch her back and widen her eyes, tears starting to fall now.

"Now, that's a face I like seeing." He kisses her collarbone, forcing a second finger inside he feels wetness accumulate, sitting up and looking he sees it's not arousal but blood, and he grins triumphantly.

"Who needs lube when you have blood, am I right, Wade?" The young man jumps in response, scratching his neck he stares down at the two "I guess..." his eyes fixate on his fingers and the blood that trickles down, his baggy jeans suddenly feeling very tight at the sight.

"Dirty boy" Trevor groans, violently thrusting his fingers inside of her, adding another finger to coax a sound of the pain out of her twitching body. It stung so bad, it was so much- too much at once, snot runs down her face her cries turn into sobs.

He stops thrusting, just letting his fingers sit there buried inside her tight insides. Licking his lips he pulls out, wiping the bloodied digits on her shredded shirt, he gets up "don't move, or I'll spill your guts, sweet cheeks" he threatens.

She looks at Wade, her eyes going lower, staring at his erection, she scrunches her face up and looks away, clearly not finding any sympathy from the other man, she closes her legs as his gaze embarrasses her.

Trevor opens the door of his truck open, rifling through the glove box to find two condoms. He makes his way back to her, forcing her legs back open and resuming his previous position between her legs.

Unbuttoning his jeans he frees his cock and tears open the foil with his teeth, wrapping his hand around his cock he slides the latex down his throbbing appendage, he wastes zero time lining up before he pushes it all inside with one thrust.

Letting out a sigh, Trevor leans back, grasping her hips, he looks at his 'employee' "Wade, take her mouth" he demands, handing him a condom, which the man stares confused at "stick your cock in her mouth, Wade" Trevor growls.

Wade hesitates before taking the condom "are you sure, Trevor, I thought this was just for you?" Trevor glares "if I do this alone, you are a liability and next you'll be in her position well I silence you" with that threat Wade relents, getting on his knees next to (Y/n), he pulls down his pants, locking any underwear as it were, his shirt was too long and covered him up, he places the hem between his teeth as he put the condom on his length.

"Open, please" he muffled out through the drool-soaked hem. (Y/n) complies, turning her head and opening her mouth, seeing no way out of this, Wade slowly guides her head onto his cock with both of his hands, Trevor scowls "and who said chivalry was dead?" He threads his hand in her hair and pushes her head all the way down Wade's cock.

Wade moans into his shirt, closing his eyes at the pleasurable feeling of her wet mouth. Trevor begins to thrust slowly, watching intently as more blood leaks from the abused hole, coating his cock nicely, he strokes her scalp as he allows Wade to rock against her race.

"This is all you needed, isn't it? After this, you'll forget all about whomever it is you work for" he breathes out, it was nice having a cunt around him again, especially one so unwilling, it clenches, trying hard to push him out.

Snot begins to bubble out of her nose as she attempts to breathe, Trevor is quite impressed by her self-control, most people would be fighting hard against both of them but not her evidently, he expected more fear, he wonders if this has ever happened before.

Trevor pulls her mouth off of the cock stuffed in it, letting her catch her breath before plugging it back down her throat and making her gag. Trevor pulls out and maneuvers her on her side, lifting one of her legs onto his shoulder and the other beneath him before he buries his cock back in her aching cunt.

"You're not a bad cook, you should-ah fuck- work for me," he says, biting his lip. (Y/n) opens her swollen eyes to look at him in disbelief at the comment, he was raping her and trying to, what? Employ her?

Trevor notices her confusion "I'm being serious" he grunts through thrusts, gripping her leg tightly with one hand to hold her still and get as deep as he could. "That stuff of- of yours is pure" (Y/n) doesn't know what to say, not that she can with the cock stuffed rudely in her throat.

"What is it, like 75%? That's the purest crystal on the market, Wade even buys it, right?" Said man looks to Trevor and opens his mouth, letting the shirt fall on his head and cover his face "ye-yeah! It's real-ly good" he moans, closing his eyes once again and grinding into her face.

"We'd make a killing, you and I" Trevor admits, pushing the shirt off of her face to look at her. "I'll give you a cut too, that's more than I do for those other fuckwits working for me" Wade, one of said 'fuckwits' is far too caught up in the feeling to respond, that or he's just used to being treated that way, either one could be true.

(Y/n) closes her eyes and attempts to ignore the man, who picks up the pace as he's getting closer "50 for you, 50 for me" that, however, was hard to ignore, she was only getting a 25% cut with her current boss, even though she outsources most of the material and cooks, though she can't exactly speak with her mouth full at the moment.

Money was her incentive to start cooking crystal in the first place. She wonders if all that money would help her get over this little event. She could have chosen a less criminal job but money was the issue, that and a few of her own drug habits.

Wade pushes her head down and holds it there as he suddenly cums, luckily it's contained inside the condom, keeping her mouth free of it. Trevor gets even rougher with that, snapping his hips quickly, eager to spill.

And he does, moaning loudly as he cum, he doesn't stop sloppily thrusting through the orgasm, though he does slow down, thankfully. Wade pulls out first, panting "take off the condom," Trevor tells him, holding his hand out, Wade stares in confusion but does what is asked of him.

"Hey! Careful, don't spill a drop." Suddenly, her chest wells with worry. Once the condom is given to him he pulls out slowly, enjoying seeing her walls cling to him, once free he removes his condom.

He flips her on her back, slipping his thumb into her mouth he presses on her tongue, stroking the muscle for a second before hooking his thumb on her teeth and holding g her mouth open as he lines the ends of the filled condoms up with her mouth.

Her eyes widen as he squeezes the condom, and in turn, the cum into her mouth, she gags as the fluid hits her tongue, it's not a good flavor, in fact, it's disgusting.

Once he's satisfied, Trevor forces her mouth to close "be a good girl and swallow for your new boss" he sees her eyes water once again as she holds the semen in her mouth, after a few seconds of him holding her nose closed she's able to down it, letting go of her face she turns and gag violently.

Trevor pulls up his pants before retrieving the knife from his pocket and cutting the zip ties. She didn't realize how badly they had cut into her until she sees the uneven slice marks, she rubs her wrist but then winces in pain.

"Now, I think you've learned your lesson," he says standing up, she looks up at him with a defeated gaze but looks away soon. "You will meet me at my trailer, okay? And I will work out our deal from there."

(Y/n) wants to tell him to go to hell, but she didn't have it in her. And what was she going to do after this? If she did go, would he make good on the 50/50 deal? She hates him, but goddamn if that didn't sound like it would help fill the void this was going to leave.

She needs time to think.

#dead dove do not eat #reader insert #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #gta #gta 5 fanfiction #gtav #gta5 #trevor philips x reader

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 10 months

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Okay! Ari, you beautiful creature! If you have the time and the inspiration juice, could you, pretty please, give us some more scraps of either circus!reader or handyman!Jason? ❤️ You're doing great, Ari!

"Hows the weather?" Bruce asked. Early spring near the mountains- it was hardly surprising you hit some nasty roads. What he really wanted to know is that you were hunkered down-

"Shit," Dick snorted. "But Y/N found a little motel and there's a diner we can walk to. So. Aside from some cabin fever we're good. We could probably ride fine but-"

"Other people can't be counted on to drive."

"Exactly."

Bruce nodded, satisfied for now. Behind him, he could hear furious whispering. Burning questions. They wanted to know in anything... interesting had happened. But- it wasn't their business. They could wait.

"Y/N good?"

"Fine. We're watching a marathon on the true crime channel and she's taking notes," he andswered smirking.

"Good girl," Bruce snorted. "Remind her that if there's no body there's no crime."

#minors dni #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #ask answered #reader insert #circus!reader

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catindabag · 10 months

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Calling it now. “Getaway Car” by T. Swift is the ultimate Lucy Gray x Coryo Snow x Sejanus Plinth theme song. Heck! The bridge sums these three walking disasters up nicely. Just saying~.😗

Let them sing it themselves:

Lucy Gray: It was the best worst of times, the worst of crimes (Hunger Games). I struck a match and blew your Coryo’s mind (by singing). But I didn't mean it, and you (Coryo) didn't see it.

Coryo: The ties were black, the lies were white, In shades of (Lucy) gray in candlelight, I wanted to leave him (Sejanus, inside the Arena), I needed a reason. (Still, Coryo saved Plinth from being killed by Tanner and the gang.)

Sejanus: "X" marks the spot where we (him and Coryo) fell apart. He (Coryo) poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself. (Boy, you trusted Snow like a brother lover.)

Coryo: I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we (three) were cursed. We never had a shotgun shot in the dark. (The Hob Incident.)

Lucy Gray: (to Coryo) You were drivin' the getaway car. We were flyin', but we'd never get far. (They did try to run away.)

Coryo: (to Sejanus) Don't pretend it's such a mystery (why the betrayal happened). Think about the place where you first met me. (Their childhood. The gumdrops!)

Sejanus: (to Coryo) There were sirens (the Paranoia and the severe OCD) in the beat of your heart. Should've known I'd be the first to leave die.

Lucy Gray: It was the great escape.

Coryo: The prison break.

Sejanus: The light of freedom on my face.

Coryo: But you (Sejanus) weren't thinkin' and I was just drinkin'. (Seriously, you, Sejanus were hanging out with freaking Billy Taupe and a bunch of rebels!)

Lucy Gray: While he (Billy Taupe or Spruce) was runnin' after us, I was screamin', "Go, go, go!"

Coryo: But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow. And a circus ain't a love story, and now we're both all sorry.

Lucy Gray: We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde. (SnowBaird trying to run away.)

Coryo: Until I switched to the other side. It's no surprise I turned you (Sejanus) in.

Sejanus: 'Cause us traitors never win. (Coryo betrayed Plinth by recording the rebels’ plan via using a Jabberjay, and Plinth betrayed Coryo by siding with the rebels. We all know Snow hated the rebels a lot, because of the 2 year Capitol siege of a nightmare. His parents and little sister also died because of them, making him a dirt poor orphan. So of course, Coryo felt betrayed by Sejanus’ stupidity actions.)

Coryo: I'm in a getaway car. I left you (Sejanus) in a motel bar at that hanging tree. Put the (Plinth) money in a bag and I stole the keys threw the guns. That was the last time you ever saw me (the past Coryo, before ultimately becoming Snow).

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redmyeyes · 5 months

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transience

People always ask where you're from. And they don't trust you when you say, I'm not really from anywhere, even if it's the truth. My brother and I used to have whole conversations with people and pretend we were in the circus, or pretend we were orphans, or just practice European accents on people because there's really no reason not to. You're not hurting anyone and they'll never believe you anyway. This one school, we thought we were only going to for a few weeks but we ended up there for three months and Dean had to fake an Irish accent the whole time.

24-hour gas stations at three a.m. are straight out of a David Lynch movie. One of the weirdest feelings is rocking up in the middle of the night, catching a few hours shut-eye because you're too broke that week for a motel, and then wandering into the lurid candy-brightness in flip-flops and sweats and your hair all fucked up, using the bathroom, and then flashing a peace sign at the bored attendant on your way out. Maybe they're used to it, I don't know. Who else uses a gas station at three a.m.? Dean said those years when I was gone and Dad shipped him off on his own, he didn't use a motel once, that whole first summer.

If you get in legal trouble, no one can really do anything to you unless you go back to that county or city or state. That goes double if you're a minor, as long as you don't go back until you're an adult. If you have a fake ID from a different state and they try to run the numbers, they'll almost always assume it's a problem with their system pulling records from another state and just write it down and let you go. That's why most of our IDs were from California. I don't know if Dad had some kind of grudge against the coast or whatever but it's the only one of the lower 48 we never went to. Why do you think I picked Stanford?

If you don't have a shower for a few days, you can always find a restaurant or gas station bathroom with a locking door. Always leave stuff nice so no one notices.

It's possible to eat well on the road, but you have to really really try. And also have more money than you know what to do with. Why buy gas station produce that'll give you diarrhea nine times out of ten when you can just stock up on jerky that'll last you for months? We always kept emergency rations of jerky and gatorade in the trunk. Gatorade is even more sickly sweet at room temperature, but it never goes bad and it keeps the jerky from sticking in your throat.

Carrying extra water is also a must. A lot of motels use gray water and most people don't know about it. If you shower in that, you'll smell like sewage for days.

Sometimes though. Sometimes you'll be flying down one of those endlessly straight desert roads at 120 mph, with the baked-in heat radiating off the dirt in wavy lines you can actually see, and you've been on the road five hours already with another 300 miles to hit before dark, and you'll look over and your brother will give you this grin and cock his head back, and close his eyes and take his hands off the wheel—

And you'll wake up pre-dawn on the side of the road when the sky's just beginning to turn from deepest black to navy to palest pink on the horizon, and you'll exit the car quiet so your brother doesn't wake up, and stretch and piss into the cold desert air with not even a rabbit watching, and feel like you and him are the only two people left on the planet, and you'll think, I'm from nowhere. I'm from here.

#parts of this adapted from an actual conversation #iykyk #just experimenting with the flash format #sam/dean #(bc everything is s/d)#redrites

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