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Dc x DP Prompt #8: Best Friend’s Brother

Preface: this prompt can be used with different characters but I’m writing it as Dead on Main bc that’s my favorite. Also the colleges I mention are real colleges from the DCU

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Danny Fenton was 18 when he moved to Gotham for college.

It was the only place with a half decent engineering program that would take a kid with his record; drop in grades, unexplained absences, missing class, a disciplinary record, etc. Plus there was a decent saturation of both magic and ectoplasm in Gotham’s air. After he got accepted he decided to tell his parents he was Phantom. They reacted surprisingly well all things considered. They were horrified to learn they’d been hunting their son but it quickly turned into acceptance to listen to what he had to tell them. Now they turned their obsession from hunting ghosts to learning more about ghost more humanely. He also managed to get his former rouges to agree to call off any major shenanigans in favor of less destructive outlets. (He got Ember a TikTok and a YouTube channel, he set up a drag racing circuit in the realms for Johnny and Kitty, let Technus enter the internet as long as he stayed within Amity’s grid or help Ember manage her stuff, allowed Desiree grant wishes for Make a Wish Foundation kids so long as she didn’t horribly twist them, etc.)

Now with the town not at constant risk of danger and his parents agreeing to really handle any rouge ghosts, Danny could leave Amity with a clear conscience. His friends were also growing up and heading to their own colleges. Tucker was heading to Ivy University in New England, which rivaled MIT in terms technological prestige, and Sam decided on Vandermeer University in Pittsburg, which had a reputation for being a very liberal, anti-authority campus. Although their trio would be spread out, Danny found comfort in the fact that they’d all moved from the Midwest to the Northeast.

With promises to stay in touch a visit. Danny got set up in GCU’s dorms, ready to move into the next chapter of his life.

~

Danny Fenton was 20 when Tim Drake (age 19 but nearing 20) officially became one of his best friends.

They had been introduced to each other by their mutual friend Sebastian Ives for a new Warlocks and Warriors campaign. Their friendship extended beyond WnW when they ended up on the same Applied Physics and Mechanics class. It was cemented when they got pair up for a project in class and had to spend lots of time around each other.

Danny didn’t mind that Tim tended to be a bit flaky and Tim didn’t mind that Danny was possibly not 100% human. They didn’t ask each other too many questions about that stuff. They knew the other had something odd about him and that was fine with them. It was nice to have a causal friend they could be normal with, without being questioned about their more peculiar behaviors.

They officially became best friends when the built a Rube Goldberg machine with a working trebuchet within an hour of the three they had to complete it for their Applied Phys-Mech final. Danny introduced Tim to Sam, Tucker and Jazz. Tim introduced him to Steph, Tam, and Cass. They texted and hung out fairly often. They truly did consider each other one their best friends.

~

Danny Fenton is 22 when he meets Tim’s family.

Tim’s 21st birthday is coming up and he has plans with his family the day of and is going out with his friends, including a couple from out of town, that night. They want to take him out for his first drink and it’s fortunate timing since it’s the weekend so nobody has to worry about classes. Everyone who was going was already informed that Tim would be spending most of the day with his family before Steph and Cass would bring to the club everyone was meeting up at. Which is why it’s purely a coincidence when he runs into them at BatBurger during the lunch rush.

Danny had just picked up the part-time job to earn a little extra cash to pay for his hobbies. Tim new about it but didn’t know the exact location he worked. That’s why they were both presently surprised when they heard each others voices in the drive through. When they pulled up to window Danny saw his friend leaning over a tired looking black-haired man, trying to stick his head out of the drivers window to give Danny a maniacal grin.

He quickly introduced the other passengers of the car as his dad, Bruce, and three of his brothers Dick, Jason, and Duke. He mentioned he had a fourth brother, Damian, who was still at home. Danny couldn’t really see everyone all that well on account of they were inside a car but he happily greeted them as well. They laughed and Danny wished Tim a happy birthday saying he’d see him at his celebration later tonight before handing them their food. He could the rowdy boys ribbing their brother as the car drove away and Danny resumed his work.

That incident seemed to have opened a gate because now Tim felt more comfortable inviting him over when his brothers were still around the house. He occasionally talked about his family more and Danny returned the favor letting snippets of his own family spill a little more. Occasionally, he’d see Tim’s family outside of his interactions with Tim.

He’d run into Damian, and sometimes Bruce or Dick was with him, at the museum or in the park while the younger had been walking his dog and stopped to say hi a couple of times. He chatted with Dick a couple of times when they were both in line to get coffee at a cafe. He saw Duke on a college tour once and waved at him.

The family member he probably saw the most other that Tim (and by extension Cass) was actually Jason. He’d ended up ditching BatBurger to get some more practical experience at an apprenticeship at the auto shop Jason went to to get his motorcycle serviced. The two of them got along pretty well and would often make conversation when Jason was waiting on his bike to be ready or to get his bill.

At first is was small talk about little things like how he and Tim were doing in class or how their days were going but they soon grew to have genuine interests in each other. Jason let Danny talk about space and mechanics and even gave his own thoughts sometimes, once helping Danny realize he was over complicating the circuit board of the device he was building. In return Danny let Jason ramble to him about literature, even taking the initiative to read a book Jason mentioned so he could talk to him about it better. Their conversation tended to be on the briefer side but were always enjoyable to both parties.

Danny actually liked being around Jason a lot but didn’t really bring that fact up a lot around Tim as it didn’t seem necessary. Tim was pretty glad that Danny got along with his family but he preferred to keep them in separate places in his mind. Danny knew and respected that, only really mentioning that he’d seen them recently and that they’d told him to say hi on their behalf (or die in Damian’s case occasionally).

~

Tim Drake was 22 when he came to a horrific realization.

Well, perhaps horrific was a bit of an exaggeration. Tim wasn’t necessarily horrified by the revelation. In all honesty he didn’t know how to feel. He felt an odd mixture of protectiveness, possessiveness, confusion, and optimism(?).

You see, Tim and Danny had been hanging out in the campus center, studying and goofing off when he got a text from Jason saying he was coming to pick him up for family dinner at the manor since he was closest and Dick was busy picking up Duke and Damian from their after school clubs.

“What’s up?” Danny asked him curiously.

Tim set his phone on the table and started putting his stuff away. “My brother is coming to pick me up for family dinner so I gotta head out soon.”

“Ah well I should probably get going too. Tell Dick I said hi.”

“Actually, it’s Jason. Dick is picking up Duke and Damian,” he said shoving his textbook into his bag.

“Oh? That’s nice of him. Hey do you wanna just head out together?” Danny asked, fidgeting with his hoodie strings.

Tim noticed a slight strain in Danny’s voice at the mention of Jason but didn’t comment. He just nodded his head sure and walked outside with Danny. They got out to the street when Tim realized he’d left his phone in the library. He faced palmed and asked Danny if he could hold his stuff so it wouldn’t slow him down as he ran back to the campus center to get his phone. Danny agreed to and hold his stuff and wait for Jason while Tim went back.

After getting his phone Tim started heading back to where he left Danny when he saw that Jason had arrived that Jason had arrived and was talking to Danny. He was about to call out to them when he noticed several things in quick succession. Danny was fidgeting with his hoodie, something he tended to do when nervous. The tips of Danny’s ears were a light shade of pink (it isn’t cold out yet?). Danny looked deeply absorbed in his conversation with Jason in a way that reminded Tim of how he talked about space. And Jason seemed just as absorbed in the conversation as well.

The gears in Tim’s head went into overdrive and he realized ‘Ah- Danny has a crush on Jason’. His eyes widened as his head whipped around to examine Jason again. He saw a look of genuine fondness in his eyes. Thus Tim was confronted with the aforementioned horrific realization and complicated feelings. Tim didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or both.

‘My dumbass best friend has a crush on my brother. And worse(?), my idiot brother returns those feelings.’

[virahaus]

Another day, another time to debunk shitty takes I see online.

I've seen a multiple of people pointing out that "we don't know anything about Tommy" and how could people ship him with Buck (nevermind that the ship is canon and always will remain so) when we know so little about him?

First of all, I'd actually make a point to say that we as of now already know more about him then all the other LI that Buck or Eddie ever had in the show.

I shall make you a list, so that you may remember it more easily:

- He likes cars and he's a good mechanic (extrapolated by the fact that Eddie explicitly said that fixed/improved his engine)

- He likes playing basketball and he's also quite competitive ("we'll make short work of them" said in reference of Buck and Chim)

- He's sarcastic (the closet line)

- His favourite film is "Love, Actually"

- He loves Monster Truck and Craft Beer, and MMA

- He has a big scar on his chest and it came from a fire in a factory

- He's a very skilled pilot, able to manoeuvre in a hurrican, and doesn't waver in the face of danger

- He likes watching and practicing Muay Thai

- He was a pilot in the army

- He only came out when he started working in Harbor, but prefers not to publicise his sexuality

- He doesn't like Bella Swan (and it's implied he might like Jacob more) and he watched the Twilight movies

- He likes to drive his friends to events

- He has friends that can get him high up tickets for shows in Vegas

- He has permission to fly airplanes for personal reasons when he's not on the clock

- He likes to be helpful and he's thoughtful (driving Eddie to check out his sprain, going to Buck's to clear out the air without prompt, immediately agreeing in helping the 118 with the whole ship operation, trying to get Buck to be at ease on their date)

- He's loyal (he didn't rat the others out when the chief called on their way to Bobby)

- He's a smooth flirt

- He can do a mean mouth static (at least in his opinion)

- He pays the bill on first dates

- He is very much the definition of carpe diem (kissing buck was very much shooting his shot)

- He checks for consent

- He kept contact with Chim ever after he left the 118

- Chim called him for help in the episode Broken

- He went to the 217 and opened the spot for Buck at the 118

- He participated in the betting pool Hen made on how long Bobby would last at the 118 captain

- He apologises when he's in the wrong and is shown to be able to correct his behaviour

- He doesn't like chickens (lol)

- He likes the film fight club and can quote it

- Implies to have dated people he met on a call

See? We know quite a lot actually. So you may get off your high horse how about that.

I don't think I missed anything but do let me know.

[keeryhours]

don’t forget (you’re mine) - gator tillman

Gator Tillman x female reader

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Summary:

Gator interrupts a night out with your friends.

1k celebration prompt - “If you make me pull over, I swear you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), restraints, sex in the police cruiser, dirty talk, reader calls Gator “daddy”

Word Count: 2k

A/N:

I’m so excited how many of you guys requested Gator for the celebration! I love writing him! You can still join in and celebrate with me here 🍾 :) My blurbs for my blurb celebration keep ending up being too long, oops

The flashing lights and pulsing music of the club filled the atmosphere around you. You wore a black top with a tiny little skirt and a sash that said Maid of Honor. It was your best friend’s bachelorette party, and you had gone all out.

“You’re the love of my life,” your best friend, Leah, drunkenly said as she draped herself over you. “I should ditch Tom and marry you instead.”

“Yes, you should,” you agreed with a giggle.

“I would be better for you than Gator,” she continued. “Gator doesn’t treat you right.”

You pursed your lips. You didn’t really want to talk about Gator right now, not when you were supposed to be having fun. “I know you would, babe.”

“Come dance with me?” Leah asked, suddenly standing and pulling you to join her. “I wanna dance.”

You laughed as she dragged you out of your seat and started climbing onto a table. “Come up with me!”

You climbed up with her, the two of you dancing together on the small tabletop. Your other friends laughed and took pictures on their cell phones, posting to their stories.

“What’s going on here?”

The unwelcome voice boomed from behind you, and you immediately groaned. You turned to find Gator standing there, wearing his cargo pants with sheriff vest and his sunglasses pushed up on his head.

“Well, well, well,” he said. “A little birdie told me you were out tonight, causing a public disturbance.”

You just stared at him. “Gator, I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Doesn’t look that way t’me,” he said. “Looks like you’re havin’ a little too much fun.”

“Is that against the law now, officer?” You taunted him, climbing down from the table.

“Are you talking back to an officer of the law?” Gator asked, his expression utterly serious. You couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not.

“Yeah, I am,” you decided to push him. “What are you going to do about- hey!”

Gator grabbed your arms and twisted you around, slapping the cold handcuffs around your wrists. You were speechless as your friends watched Gator arrest you, pulling you up to stand. “You can come with me then, mama.”

“Gator, this is fucking ridiculous,” you protested as he began marching you out of the club. “No one complained. You just wanted to come be the center of attention.”

Gator didn’t answer. He opened the back door of his SUV police cruiser and pushed you inside. “Are you being serious right now??” You called through the door once he’d shut you in.

He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, driving out of the parking lot of the club. You watched the lights fade in the mirror, leaving your friends (and fun) behind.

“You are such a dick,” you grumbled. Gator tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. “Does it make you feel big and powerful, coming and ruining Leah’s party? Did it make you feel like a winner?”

“Jus’ doing my job. Like I said, I got a call you were causing a public disturbance-“

“Bullshit! No one called you!”

“So I came right away to see what was going on.” He held his hands up. “And what do I find? You, dancing on a table in that tiny little skirt.”

So that’s what this was about. “Yeah? You had a problem with my outfit?”

“Like I said, I’m just doing my job-“

“I bet you were mad I wasn’t wearing it for you,” you teased. “I bet I wouldn’t have been in trouble if I were with you, with your hand underneath it.”

Gator tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “It’s inappropriate-“

“Oh, come on, Gator,” your voice dropped an octave, your tone sultry. “You tellin’ me you don’t like it?”

“I don’t like you whorin’ yourself around in it at the club, that’s for sure.”

“Don’t you like seeing me in it though?” You tilted your head to the side, your boobs pushed forward from the way the cuffs held your hands behind your back. “Bet you wish you could hike it up and fuck me in it, don’t you?”

Gator gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything.

“You jealous that the others got to see what’s yours?” You were practically purring into his ear. “You know this pussy belongs to you, daddy. It’s yours to fuck whenever you want.”

Gator let out an involuntary groan, his fingers digging into the leather of the steering wheel. “Stop.”

“I’m so wet and I can’t even touch myself,” you pouted. “Can’t stop thinking about your big cock, how it barely fits, how you pull me back onto it every time you fuck me…”

Gator slammed his hand onto the wheel. “You’re pushin’ me, baby. If you make me pull over, I swear you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

A smirk grew across your lips. “I’ll be so good for you if you pull over.”

“If I pull over, it ain’t gonna be about what you want. It’ll be me taking what I need from you, and you letting daddy do whatever he wants. Understood?”

You clenched your legs together, the throbbing between them becoming unbearable. “Yes, daddy.”

Gator pulled the vehicle over to the side of the lone road, kicking up dirt into a large cloud. He killed the engine and hopped out of the car, and next thing you knew, he was opening the back door and manhandling you until you were bent over the seat with your ass in the air.

You felt Gator’s hands over your smooth thighs, teasing the ache between your legs. You wanted him, needed him. You needed to feel his thick length splitting you open, the way he would spear you on his cock again and again until you couldn’t take it anymore. That was why you kept coming back.

He pushed your little skirt up around your hips, your panties being forcibly ripped down your thighs. Before you could even process it his mouth was attached to your cunt, tongue lapping at your folds as he moaned against you. You cried out, body lurching forward but Gator held you steady.

“Fuck, tastes so good,” he groaned. “I’ve been wanting to get my mouth on your pussy since I saw you tonight. Tiny little skirt leavin’ nothing to the imagination. You’re such a little slut.” His palm came down against your ass, leaving a bright red hand print.

He buried his face in your pussy, eating it like a man starved. Maybe he had been starving for it, unable to stay away from you tonight, drawn to you like a siren. Maybe you couldn’t stay mad at him when he was making you feel this good.

He rubbed a hand over his throbbing erection in his cargo pants, the taste of you only getting him going even more. When he pulled away he pulled your hips, your body halfway hanging out of the SUV with him right behind you.

“You talk so damn much,” he said, and you could hear him unbuckling his belt as he spoke. “Yet you have nothin’ smart to say when my face is buried in your cunt.”

You whined, missing the feeling of him where you needed him the most. You didn’t wait long before you felt the head of his cock tracing through your folds, collecting your wetness on his length. As if you could ever forget how big he is (and boy does he let it affect his ego), you’re certainly reminded of it now as he prepares to fuck you.

“No condom tonight, baby,” he said, and you felt the tip of him slipping inside your pulsing cunt. “Need ta feel every inch of you around my cock. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You hated that he knew that. That he could read you like a book, could tell you’d been aching for his cock, aching for him to fuck you raw. “Gator,” you cried out, your handcuffed hands grasping onto each other for some semblance of leverage.

Gator thrusted into you hard, burying himself in to the hilt. You nearly screamed at the sudden feeling, and you heard Gator chuckle behind you. “Did ya forget how big it is?” He teased. “How deep it fills you up?”

How could you? It was all you thought about when you were apart.

He began pounding into you at a brutal pace, hands gripping bruises onto your hips as he pulled your body against his to meet every thrust. You were powerless to do anything but let him fuck you the way he wanted, just like he’d promised.

“Bet you wish I’d take the cuffs off, huh?” He continued teasing you, even when he was panting from how hard he was fucking you. “Bet you wish you could touch yourself. But you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you? You don’t get touched unless I say you do.”

You whimpered, his cock absolutely fucking you stupid. Your head was laid against the leather seat, drool dripping onto the interior as you took everything Gator was giving you.

“Shit, I’m fuckin’ you dumb, aren’t I?” He laughed. “You sure are taking it like a good little cockslut. Is that all you’re good for, baby?” You whined in response, but that wasn’t good enough for Gator, who slapped your ass hard again, making you jump. “Use your words, slut.”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned. “‘s all I’m good for, just taking your cock.”

“Yeah?” He asked, speeding up his thrusts. Sweat dripped down his neck beneath his shirt and police vest. “Just mine?”

“Just yours,” you promised him. He wasn’t sure if you were being honest, but hearing it was enough for him.

“This pussy belongs to me,” he said. “Make sure you fuckin’ know it. I ever catch you with some other asshole, I ever catch you dressing like a slut again, this is what happens. I will cuff you and take you somewhere to fuck you stupid until you get it through your head that your pussy belongs to me.”

His words alone had you reaching your peak, and fast. Your pussy clenched around his dick, and he huffed a cocky laugh. “I can feel ya squeezin’ my dick, baby. Gonna cum just from letting daddy fuck you?”

You whined again, and when Gator reached around to start rubbing circles on your clit, your body nearly combusted on the spot. “Oh my god,” you moaned, whole body trembling.

“You got somethin’ to say?” He taunted right in your ear, his movements on your clit slowing. “Don’t be ungrateful.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you moaned. “Please, please let me cum.”

“You think you deserve that?” Gator laid his head on your back, his own breathing becoming strained. “You think you deserve to cum?”

“Yes, please,” you moaned, begged. You needed this.

Gator’s tongue darted out, licking the skin of your back with a moan. “Fuck, you’re so good, baby. I’ll let you cum around my cock. Go on, baby, let go f’me.”

He bit down on your skin and your eyes went wide as stars exploded before them, loud, uninhibited moans spilling from your lips as he pounded into you the last couple times before stilling, shooting ropes of his spend deep inside you as he groaned and said your name again and again. Neither of you could move at first, both trying to compose yourselves.

Finally Gator pulled out, tucking himself back away. He pulled your skirt back down for you, but you could feel his release dripping down your inner thighs. He pulled the key from his belt and unlocked the handcuffs, removing them.

“Do you want a ride home?” He asked sheepishly. “You can, uh, ride up front.”

You blushed, climbing out of the back. “Yeah, sure.”

When Gator pulled up outside your house, he turned the car off. He looked at you expectantly, which almost had you rolling your eyes and turning him down.

“Oh, come on. We both know you’re spending the night.”

[aft4rhours]

— hangman ღ

number: unknown. pt 2.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: strangers to lovers

warnings: dead dove, yandere, smoking, manipulation, corruption, allusions to depression and anxiety, allusions to past familial abuse, kidnapping, drugging, hints of fear kink (mind games, mentions & threats of snuff and necrophilia), allusions to cnc, mentions of stalking, angst, obsession, dub con, humiliation, praise, choking, possessiveness, outdoor sex, rough sex, dirty talk, use of triggering words in an erotic and degrading manner* (listed under the cut), creampie, mindbreak (??? a tiny bit), aftercare, mentions of murder and corpses, revenge themes, softer towards the end

*use of the word “rapist”.

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It's been three weeks since Jungkook has started seeing you in clubs. Five weeks of silence since the last phone call. It didn't take a lot for you to let your guard down, a tempting invitation for a predator like him. Were you passing time drinking, hoping he would finally come around and see where you've been hiding? Terrified of the moment fantasy bleeds into reality, but unable to resist its pull?

He didn't have to wait long to find out.

He caught when you were walking home, heart throbbing the moment he finally felt your warmth. The thick shadows of the alley concealed your bodies, and if anyone were to walk by, they'd see nothing but a pair of lovers embracing in the dark.

No one would notice the cloth damp from chloroform pressed into your mouth, or the way his voice made your frightened form soften in his arms.

"It's okay," he shushed. "It's just me, baby..."

A monster familiar was better than a beast unknown.

"I'm sorry, I just need you to take a nap. I'll take care of you. I promise."

He pressed his lips into your forehead, stroking your hair as you limped in his hold, less conscious by the minute. A kiss goodnight, marking your departure to the empty dreamland that swallowed you whole.

Jungkook scooped you up, carried you to his car, then laid you down at the back before starting the engine.

The drive was smooth, the roads long and dark, inky outlines of trees thickening as they stretched forward. The little dress you wore barely covered your legs, prompting Jungkook to turn the heating on; even if his jacket already kept you warm.

Two hours later, you began to stir.

Your eyes opened, hazy from sleep and the drug running through your system. Your consciousness fluttered awake slowly, along with all of your senses. You registered the feeling of Jungkook's heat blanketing you, his arm tight around your waist, keeping you tucked into his chest. You registered the weight of his hand cradling your cheek, and the smell of his cologne, mingling with leather.

"Had a good nap?" He murmured, his breath tickling your lips.

You blinked a few times, taking in the dimness of his car, and then the hooded eyes staring right into yours.

As if the reality of the situation just dawned on you, you startled, an incomprehensible protest fleeing your mouth. Your body seemed too weak to fight, however, and your mind wasn't in a much better place.

Jungkook buried his face in your neck when you jumped, brushing his nose along the smooth skin.

"Sorry, baby. I know you're tired, and we haven't seen each other in so long—" he whispered. "I've been going crazy without you."

You shivered promptly, your brain still muddled and heart thumping in your chest. You had no idea what was going on, and you were afraid to find out. Pride out the window, there was no denying that fact.

"But that's why tonight's a special occasion," Jungkook continued, still whispering. He lifted his head, the tip of his nose bumping into yours. "You know I'd do anything for you. Tonight I need you to do something for me."

You swallowed thickly. You wished you had the energy to slap him, kick him, bite him; but you felt too heavy.

"Go to hell," was all you managed, raspy and weak.

Jungkook chuckled. The sound made your blood boil. Fighting back only ever seemed to encourage his depraved nature, and it was humiliating, somehow, if not utterly discouraging.

"Hell is wherever I have to live without you," he mumbled into your cheek, "and trust me when I tell you, baby, you're never getting away from me again."

Your stomach sank, reaching depths you had no idea were possible. You watched him slip away from you to get out of the car, and the cold air that poured in wasn't the only reason your legs started shaking.

Like a gentleman, he reached for your hand and helped you out, most likely aware of how weak your knees felt. He steadied you against the door, letting you take in the dense woods surrounding you, the grim sight of empty branches twisting into the autumn sky.

You tried not to let the worst scenarios flood your head, yet it was a difficult wave to hold off; and impossible to run from.

"Where are we?"

Jungkook reached into his pocket.

"Out of town, little doe."

A glimmer of silver among the dark scenery caught your attention. You found yourself going rigid, staring at the shovel laying on the damp ground.

A click had your head snapping down. The barrel of a gun brushed against your hip, tender, like a lover's touch.

"Wanna get to work?"

The world tilted off its axis, your blood running cold, ice as blue as your veins.

You were going to die.

There was a small part of you that seemed to crack at the thought, prompting tears to burn your eyes. It wanted you to cry, plead him to stop and just take you home, to bed, so you could sleep it all away.

Yet a bigger part of you felt somewhat betrayed. He touched something dark inside of you, fed it until it bloomed, and now that you were so damaged he wanted you six feet under?

Jungkook bit his lip, a meek attempt at holding back a smile.

"Don't look at me like that. Not every girl gets to dig her own grave, you know. I even bought you flowers."

Still and silent as a statue, you didn't answer. The lump in your throat was too thick, the static in your head growing louder.

Jungkook leaned in, his gun languidly caressing your hip and plush lips teasing your ear.

"Here's your noose, baby. Are you ready for it?"

Your noose...

Were you supposed to trust him with it?

You were walking forward before you realized it, fists clenched and steps unsteady. You could have spent hours running through the woods, and you still wouldn't be able to escape him. Whether this was a sick game or your last night breathing, there was no denying that fact, either.

"You know what?" you snapped, grabbing the shovel, "I would rather die than spend another minute here with you."

You still tried to blink your tears away, refusing to give him the satisfaction, the last shreds of your dignity. You shoved the sharp edge of the tool into the earth, your vision blurred.

"I would rather die than ever see you again."

You were too busy throwing away the dirt, then digging in to gather more, to notice the way Jungkook's jaw tensed.

"I would rather be in the ground, than be around a psycho freak like you!"

The louder your voice rose, the more your throat ached, tears spilling over despite all your efforts. You continued to dig, completely disregarding seeing Jungkook walking towards you.

"Wow. I would watch your mouth if I were you, honey," he warned lowly, stopping a few inches behind you.

The shovel struck the earth again, a chill crawling down your spine.

"Ever gotten off to snuff porn?"

You froze, wide eyes staring into the ruined ground before you.

Jungkook ran his finger down your back, making you shiver.

"Well, I haven't. But I might start soon, with my personal little movie star, if you're not gonna be a good fucking girl."

The implication had your mouth instantly shut. You couldn't bear to turn around and look at him, or even run. Rooted to the place you stood in, withering away, like the trees that trapped you.

Jungkook snaked his arms around your waist, the gun still in his hand, flat against your abdomen.

"I don't like it when you lie, baby," he muttered, placing a kiss on your neck.

Your head was spinning strangely, shallow breaths leaving your lungs.

"Bet your pussy's wet. Probably been wet since I grabbed you. Bet it's clenching right now and you can't stand it, so you choose to be a fucking bitch... As always."

He kissed your neck once more, hot and breathy against your skin. Your knees almost buckled.

"You're so fucking dirty. Do you want me to snuff you out? Hmm?"

It was disgusting, the filth he spouted, the way he pressed himself closer to you, hard beneath his jeans. The way your tummy churned was worse, heat radiating on your skin despite the insistent brushes of the frigid wind.

"Want me to fuck you into that grave?"

You couldn't stop the tears, silent and hot, flowing in tandem with the slick sticking to your underwear. You still felt drugged out, your outburst doing nothing but leaving you hollow. Tiredness was beginning to take over, numbness spreading through your bones.

Maybe Jungkook was right. You were no better than him; aggression remaining your only self defense when you were left vulnerable. But now that it has faded, a quiet, devastating acceptance was starting to settle in.

You hated him — because you hated yourself. You wanted to be normal, to heal from the things that broke you. And every attempt ended in failure. Instead of encouraging you to try again, or critizing, Jungkook was the only person who wanted you as you were. In pieces.

He didn't mind getting cut on the shards. In fact, it seemed he'd be ecstatic to bleed for you, offer you everything he had. Toxic and twisted, no end to his devotion.

"Keep digging," he said hoarsely, then took a step back.

Like he was trying to stay in control.

You obeyed, sniffling quietly as you bent down to pick up the shovel.

He told you once that not everyone was made for this world; and you clearly weren't, but that was okay... because you were made for him. That you could keep trying to fit in and keep failing if you wanted — or let him in.

You didn't, and he crept inside anyway; a tender violence.

At this point, you didn't care much if you died or not. At least everything would be over. In the end, you didn't have much to wake up for.

Jungkook lit up a cigarette. He drank in the sight of sweat shining on your skin in the dim light of the moon, the shift in your demeanor as you continued digging.

"Easy," he called, blowing out smoke. "Don't hurt yourself, darling. That's my job. It doesn't need to be that deep."

You ignored him, no longer in the mood to talk. Or to provoke him any further, for that matter. Your arms almost trembled as the hole in the ground grew deeper, whether from strain or nerves, it was hard to tell. The thought of your body laying in the dirt, cold and forgotten, felt both unsettling and peaceful. As though nothing mattered anymore.

Jungkook watched you struggle, fingers stiff around the shovel, and yet you kept going, the scattered pile of dirt behind you increasing. He was pissed off, but finishing his cigarette soothed the fire, while noting how pale you've begun to turn put it out altogether.

He threw the bud away and jumped off the hood of his car to make his way towards you. His hand settled on your waist, pulling you up, while the other took a hold of the shovel.

"That's enough," he murmured, dropping it aside with a small thump. "Good girl."

You let yourself melt into death's arms.

Your head lolled to the side, exposing the expanse of your neck, unconsciously giving Jungkook the access he wanted. He kissed the tender flesh, squeezing your hips, still hard and hot beneath his jeans.

"The end is always a new beginning, baby."

You sighed, mascara wet and heavy on your lashes. Gently, Jungkook turned you around to face him, wiping the dark streaks from your face.

"I love you so much," he breathed into your lips.

His body was solid against yours. Your only source of warmth. Dizzy, you barely had the chance to glance up at him before he kissed you, swallowing your shaky exhale.

You let out a mellow squeal when his hands traveled down your legs, gripping your thighs to lift you with ease. For the first time you found yourself clinging to him, kissing him back with equal hunger instead of denial. You wanted to forget the world around you, the grave you've dug for yourself, much earlier than tonight.

Jungkook took a step, then another, before giving up entirely and lowering you down beside it, disconnecting your lips from his only the moment he hovered above you.

Pupils blown out, inky hair messy, he cupped your cheek, his heart thumping right against yours.

"Are you scared?" He asked softly, his thumb still wiping at your tears.

You stared up at him, trying to hold on to reality, but as always, your grip was slipping, and he was the only lifeline you had left. He stirred up the muddy waters in your heart, agitated the unbridled, starving things within their depths.

"Is this a punishment?" you found yourself uttering, barely a whisper.

Jungkook cocked his head to the side, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips.

"Mm, not really. Just a little game, to end all the others. And start something new."

You didn't know what to think or feel anymore, your hair splayed out on the ground, so cold beneath you, Jungkook's heat bleeding into your skin from above, and the world spinning.

You smacked his arm when he dipped down to mouth at your neck again; drained, the distorted hands under the water still reaching to pull him under with the remnants of your anger. He laughed, as though he found it adorable, immediately grabbing your face to kiss you again.

He didn't hesitate for a second, unzipping his jeans with one hand, and you could feel your core quiver against your better judgement. It was surprising to find that there was still some clarity left in you; or maybe it was easier to make peace with death than with the fact that you were your own traitor.

"Want me to fuck you in it?" Jungkook breathed, forcing your thighs apart.

You couldn't help the way your gaze fell down to his inked hand, wrapped around his cock. He tapped it against your inner thigh impatiently, precum wetting your skin. You clenched around thin air, spine tingling.

"The grave," he clarified, smirking.

The words finally hit you, and you shook your head, your hands frantically pushing at his chest.

"No!" you cried out, nails almost slashing the skin of his neck.

Jungkook grunted, pushing back, leaning his entire weight on you to put an end on your antics. Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers dip inside your underwear, pulling it aside abruptly. He didn't comment on how drenched the flimsy material was. The moment you were exposed, he was pushing inside you, incapable of focusing on anything but the warmth of your cunt.

The small hole stretched so nicely to accommodate him, fluttering around his cock. He groaned into your mouth, and your thighs shuddered around him, a restless heat boiling deep in your gut.

"You're so wet," he moaned, pulling back to feel the ring of muscles clench against his flushed tip, trying to suck him back in.

He shivered at the feeling, then proceeded to fuck himself in and out of you like he needed; like you both did. Hard.

"You're a filthy fucking minx, I shouldn't ask you anything unless I'm inside you. Your pussy won't lie to me, hm?"

Despite the whines he coaxed out of your throat, you shook your head, every wet slap of his cock thrusting in and out echoing through the woods. Imprinting on your brain.

"Oh yeah? How about we rewind a little, baby?"

He fucked you faster, angling his hips to find that little spot that made your mouth fall open. He wasn't going to go easy on it, or on you, chasing the high.

"What's gotten you so soaked?" He managed, panting. "Did you like the thought of me snuffing you out?"

Cheeks aflame, a choked out protest; and yet your pussy was getting tighter, soaking the thick grith pounding into it.

Jungkook let out a sound akin to a whimper, eyebrows scrunching.

"Fuck, I know you did," he leaned his forehead on yours, feeling his cock throb. "I know how much you want my cum, screaming or dead or asleep. And if I could live without you, baby, I'd do it for you, keep you so full of me."

A revolting insinuation; but you couldn't tell the difference between nausea and an approaching orgasm making your stomach twist.

Jungkook's lips inched towards yours, a deep groan rumbling out.

"That's it. Let it go. Let it all go, angel."

This was the way he wanted you to fall apart; on his big cock, tasting the kind of euphoria nothing and no one but him could offer. He felt his balls tighten, heavy as they slammed against you, almost ready to spill everything he had.

"Mhmm—" a sigh, a pause, hips grinding as his hand clutched your neck, feeling your pulse jump. "Yeah."

A drop of sweat slipped down his temple. Beautiful, with a mouth that dripped depravity, he might as well have had two horns growing out of his head, a forked tongue hidden under the illusion of humanity.

He resumed his ruthless pace, unwilling to let you look away, dissociate from him. In fact, the way you squirmed under him, succumbing to the rush, pliant and loud as you cried, had him choking you harder, crushing the rest of your pride.

"Close?" He bit down on your lower lip, pulling on it. "What do you think your friends would say if they saw you like this?" He husked, his hand crawling up your chest. "Getting fucked out in the woods... by your stalker. Do you think they would be surprised?"

He fondled you over the soft material of the dress, focused on nothing but pumping you full of him. You felt like heaven, and your tight little cunt responded to his words, even if you didn't want to, fluttering and releasing more slick.

"They shouldn't be," he swallowed harshly, watching your eyes fall closed. "They don't know you at all. Don't know how much you like this cock forcing you open."

For the first time that night, it was clear that your thighs weren't trembling from fear. That greedy pussy wasn't letting him go, and Jungkook was tipping towards the edge, no filter on his thoughts anymore.

"But I know," his head fell into your neck, a hot mumble striking your skin. "You're such a good girl, such a good fucking girl, and such a dirty fucking whore, just for me— aaahhh, fuck."

There it was; his favorite way of getting to you. Kissing, biting and licking at your monsters until they'd submit, recognizing him as one of their own. His cock liked it too, the way you fell to pieces under him, back arched and hands digging into his shoulders.

"I feel you, baby," he groaned, "knew you'd cream my cock. That's all you can think about, isn't it?"

You whimpered, delirious, though it still sounded like a 'no', a cute, little lie to ward off your guilt. For some reason, it turned Jungkook on more. He lifted his head and sucked at your lower lip, rutted into you harder.

"Go on, baby," he breathed, "cream it. No need to be shy, you're already mine."

A trail of sloppy, possessive kisses marked your neck, electricity trickling through your spine.

"My prettiest baby, my only girl," Jungkook babbled drunkenly. "Go on, do it for me. Yeah..."

Eyes dark, locking on yours, his voice lowering to a shaky whisper.

"Come on your rapist's cock."

You unraveled like his word was holy, clamping down on him and ripping a hoarse moan out of his throat. He fucked you through it anyway, too close to the edge to stop his own fall; his cock throbbed, long spurts of hot cum filling your ruined hole, so deep and so good his eyes rolled back.

He swore filthily, knees like cotton and his hand digging into your throat, staking his claim, the rush too sweet not to let it linger. It flowed through his entire body, pulsing and warm, like the sun. It flowed through yours too, imploding, and wiping out the rest of existence. As far as you were aware, Jungkook was all that was left.

You didn't feel anything else; not the passage of time, nor the cold air grazing your arms. Only his lips, leaving kiss after kiss on your face, muttering praises you could barely make out with your mind numbed out.

You weren't sure how long you've spent laying there, his cum leaking out of you, bones like jelly and skin sticky. At last floating in the dark, like fog, and still being kissed all over, your flesh existing only where his lips touched.

By the time he pulled you up, you didn't have the capacity to wonder what was going to happen next.

So why were you crying again?

You even didn't notice until Jungkook sat you on the hood of his car, cupping your cheeks.

"No more, baby," he pleaded. "Relax. I've got you."

You were so tired.

You wished you could lie down and sleep, but Jungkook reached for the hem of your dress, inching it up.

"I'm gonna need this."

Your heart flipped. Still, you were too out of it to protest or ask why.

Goosebumps flooded your skin as he took the clothing off you, gently, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

As if shutting down, you stayed there; once again, unmoving. You listened to the trunk pop open, stuck on the odd rustling sound that followed. A loud thud came, making you flinch.

Then, more rustling.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook dragging something towards you, a faint, unpleasant smell of blood reaching your nose.

Your stomach turned.

You stared at the bag, and he stared at you, unceremoniously dropping your dress on the wrapped up corpse.

Perhaps it was the way you gasped that had him reaching out, the same hands that took a life massaging your bare sides to comfort you.

"Close your eyes for the next part, baby," he whispered.

His nose brushed against yours. You felt your lower lip tremble, but still did as he asked.

"Good girl," he praised.

Frowning, you attempted to make some sense of what was happening, attempted to keep your heart from jumping to your throat.

It did anyway.

Sensing your distress, Jungkook kissed your lips.

"Remember a girl called Jia?"

No more pounding, or skipping beats. Everything seemed to come to a halt, including your heart.

Jungkook squeezed your waist. His voice remained quiet, a ghost in the wind.

"Not a pretty sight."

Inhale.

Exhale.

He took a hold of your trembling hand, leaving a loving kiss on each knuckle.

"Tonight, you die, baby," he murmured, the next kiss landing on your temple. "And nothing bad will ever happen to you again. Just you and me, yeah?"

The tears that fell were different now. Something broke. But it felt like release.

The soothing warmth of his hands vanished, and you kept your eyes closed. Even as the bag rustled and the stench got worse, even as another thud echoed through the empty woods.

How did he know?

Somehow, it still surprised you. Somehow, you couldn't bear to disobey him as he filled the grave you dug up, burying the biggest nightmare of your past. The so called family that had torn your life and soul apart.

There was no doubt in your mind that if he found her, he found him, too.

You listened to the metal dig into the earth again, dirt gathering on top of her corpse. Clad in your dress, butchered, rendering her unrecognizable. Teeth, face, hands — ruined. Jungkook had thought of everything, it seemed. A perfect crime.

The only traces of DNA left? Yours. Whatever still lingered on that little black dress.

As of tonight...

You were were dead.

Jungkook threw the shovel away, huffing, then made his way back towards the car. He heaved a sigh and pulled you in, held you close, sheltering you from the rest of the world.

Your fingers wrapped around the fabric of his sleeve, squeezing.

He acknowledged the gesture by kissing the top of your head, eyes closed. There was no rush, really, besides the longing to finally take you home and get into bed to sleep.

No more games. No more pain.

The end was always a new beginning.

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# prompt no.17, all cocky until the other reciprocates your fleeting touches and unhidden feelings

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Lando was always far from subtle.

Playing with the ends of your hair when he's coincidentally sitting beside you at the club or a gathering; squeezing your waist softly as a means of saying goodbye; resting his massive palm on your thigh, his fingers thrumming a random beat on the skin, as he drives you places.

But unfortunately, you weren't either. You could feel the flush from head to toe whenever his fingers lightly graze your skin, or hear your heart pounding out of your chest when you catch him staring (you're always the first to look away).

He had invited you to one of the races, and you took this as your chance—being on the receiving end all of the time quickly became a bit boring.

Lando led you inside the Mclaren garage with a firm hand suspiciously low on your back. You'd be lying if you said it didn't bring the fuzzy feeling in your head back.

After the first practice session—where you mindlessly toured the papaya garage and bought a snack from one of the vending machines before walking out into the main area—your eyes immediately darted towards a certain curly-haired Brit.

His back was facing you, but his shoulders shook with animated gestures as he talked with the engineer in front of him.

You stood on your tiptoes behind him, your lips grazing past his ear. "Hi, Lan," you whispered, hoping it came across as sultry as you imagined it.

Lando all but choked on his own spit when you slowly rubbed your palm up and down his arm, staring wide-eyed at the engineer in front of him. You have to fight the urge to laugh in his face. The older man gives Lando a knowing look before disappearing with a mere clap on the back.

"Uh," he clears his throat, his breath hitching when he turns his head to the side and is met with a mischevious hrin plastered on your face. "Hi."

You place a light kiss on his shoulder, fighting the urge to laugh when he lets out a muffled squeak, before turning away and jumping into a conversation with Lily, Oscar's girlfriend. You looked back at him twice, and he looks so stupid—frozen in his spot, face flushed in the middle of the garage.

God, if you had known it was so easy, you would've done this much sooner.

[hongjoongtime117]

I can’t stand you - 200 follower special

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong/reader

Genre: SMUT (MDNI 18+)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: rough sex, bratty reader, oral (M receiving), enemies to lovers, edging, marking, “hate” fuck (as usual, probably forgot a lot, let me know!)

Author’s Notes: Thank you all SO MUCH for 200 followers! I hope you all enjoy this! It was fun to write. My love aggression for Hongjoong may have prompted this idea, just a little bit!

Taglist: @kihyuns-military-wife @Arki-sha @Ghostlovesworld 

The bass thumps loudly in the club, vibrating you to your core. You grind against Mingi, as you watch the one man in your friend group you absolutely can’t stand with a look of disgust as he nurses his drink at the bar. 

“God, I can’t fucking stand him, Mingi!” you say into his ear, loud enough to be heard over the music. 

“I never understood why, though. What’s he ever done to you?” Mingi throws his head back with a hiccuping laugh.

“He’s just arrogant and cocky!” Not that he didn’t have reason to be, he’s absolutely gorgeous. He was in fact the furthest thing from cocky. He was sweet and charming, and you wanted him. But you would never let him know that, or the rest of the group. You would be teased relentlessly by them, given the facade you’ve maintained about your hatred for Hongjoong. 

You head to the bar to down another shot, purposely squeezing yourself next to Hongjoong in the crowded space. 

“Hey there, pretty girl.” Hongjoong gives you that million dollar smile and you return it with a roll of your eyes.

“Fuck off, Hongjoong,” you snark as you throw back your shot, hissing at the bitter liquid. 

As you go to walk away, he grabs your wrist and pulls you to him. “Why are you always so fucking feisty with me? Seriously, what have I done?” his tone serious and a glimmer of something else hidden in his dark eyes. 

“I just can’t fucking stand you, Hongjoong. Haven’t I made that abundantly clear!?” you shout as you rip your wrist from his grip and head back through the crowd to Mingi, who’s now dancing with Yunho. 

“What’s got you all riled up?” Wooyoung questions as he sees the annoyed expression on your face. 

“What always does, Woo?” you say with an exasperated sigh.

“I think you two just need to fuck out all of this tension yall got going on,” Wooyoung prods with a smirk and a wiggle of his brows.

“Yeah fucking right, Woo. Be so for real right now,” your annoyance growing at his teasing.

With the tension that’s always sparked between you two it would indeed be the hate fuck of the century. You didn’t actually hate Hongjoong. You hated how absolutely perfect he was. And before you could tamper down your attitude, Hongjoong had quickly followed you through the crowd, relinquishing any semblance of control you had gained over your emotions. He again grabs hold of your wrist and drags you through the crowd towards the exit, tightening his grip as you struggle against him. The remaining seven of the group exchange surprised glances with each other.

“LET GO OF ME, KIM HONGJOONG!” you scream at him once you’ve made it to the much quieter outdoors of the club. He ignores your raised voice and throws you over his shoulder and carries you to his car as you beat against his back. Once you’ve reached his car, he finally sets you down. 

“Get in,” he opens the door and gestures for you to hop in. 

“Since when do I take orders from you?” 

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he lets out a long, tired sigh. “Y/N. I’m taking you back to my place. We need to talk. Whatever this reason is that you hate my guts, I need to know so I can fix it. And the club isn’t exactly the proper place to do so.” 

You roll your eyes, and half heartedly plop into the passenger seat of his sleek, black sports car. He settles into the driver’s side and starts the car, engine purring to life. The car ride to his place is eerily silent, as is the ascent to his apartment. 

He unlocks his door and allows you to enter first. With the door shut securely behind the two of you, he pins you to the door by your throat. Not enough to restrict airflow, but enough to let you know he means business. “You want to tell me what your problem is?” his voice a low, dangerous growl.

The corner of your mouth curls up into a mocking smirk. “I fucking hate you, and your stupid, pretty face. Your perfect damn smile. That gorgeous ass body I know you have hiding under all those clothes. Your perfectly pointed nose that I think about riding more often than I should. There, you happy now?” venom oozing from your words as you push him away from you and throw yourself onto his couch. 

Before you can fully settle, he’s hovered over you on the couch. He grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks, forcing you to make eye contact with his blown out pupils. “Awww, if you wanted to ride my face, all you had to do was ask, darling,” his tone condescending. “But then again,” he places one of your small hands on the buldge growing in his jeans, “my dick clearly enjoys your attitude.”

“You’re all talk, Joong. All bark and no bite,” you challenge him, even in your vulnerable position. 

“No bite, hmm?” he whispers into the shell of your ear as he straddles your body and rests in your lap. Without warning, he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your neck, bringing forth a sharp gasp from your lips. “You can talk all the shit you want. But I know you want me as badly as I want you, and I’ll have you begging for more long before I’m finished with you.”

“Cocky much, Joongie?” you spit out.

“Is it really cocky if I know I can back up my words, darling?” He places heated, wet kisses on all the sensitive areas of your neck, his hold on your hair never faltering, and you can feel the stickiness forming between your thighs.

“Yet all I’m still hearing is a bunch of talk.”

Your feistiness makes Hongjoong groan into your neck before leaving another harsh bite. “That little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”

“Like I give a shit,” you choke out. You’re pulling out all the stops to piss him off enough to thoroughly ruin you. 

“I’ve got better uses for that smart mouth of yours,” he growls, annoyance seeping through his words. For the second time tonight, he throws you over his shoulder, and carries you to his room. He throws you on the bed on your back, your head towards the foot of it. He hastily strips himself of all of his clothes, and his throbbing cock slaps against his abdomen. You don’t even need to right yourself to tell his size is impressive. You swallow hard at the sight, your mouth going dry.

“Nothing to say now, huh?” the devilish smirk playing on his lips. “Open up for me, pretty.” 

You open your mouth wide for him, and he shoves his thick cock down your throat in one go, making you choke around him. “Mmm, that’s the sound I love to hear. Not your smart ass mouth.” 

In a fit of defiance, you carefully but firmly let your teeth graze his cock as he thrusts in and out. Crazed look in his eyes, he grabs you by your throat, pushing against the bulge his dick has created. “You better watch those teeth, little brat.” He removes himself from your mouth, and you fill your lungs with a full breath of air. 

“Or what, Joong? Hmm?” you grit, catching your breath as you sit yourself up on the bed.

“I’ll just have to fuck your brains out until you beg for mercy,” a wicked glint flashes across his eyes, and he climbs towards you, like a predator after prey.

“You keep making promises, yet I’m still here, not being fucked. You know, if you’re incapable, I’m more than happy to find someone else to satisfy me. Or do it myself. And just leave you here with an angry, leaking cock,” you shrug, indifferent.

“Fucking try me,” he snarls, his face centimeters from yours, breaths mingling together.

You move to get up from the bed, but before you can move an inch he has you pinned against the mattress under him. He reaches under your skirt and swipes two fingers through the slick that is pouring out of your tight hole. “With the way she’s purring for me, I know you’re full of shit. And no panties? You were just waiting for someone to fill you, hmmm?”

“So sure of yourself, huh?” you pant.

“Darling, you’ve been eye fucking me from the moment we met. I know you want to be split open on my cock, until the only thing that leaves your lips is my name.”

“Does this bullshit work on all the other girls?” 

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, darling. There are no others. The only one I want to stuff full is you.”

You scoff at his words. “Yeah? Then prove it to me. You’re still all talk, Joongie.”

Without warning, he flips you around on your stomach and lifts your ass in the air. He rips off the skirt, and resounding smack fills the air along with a strangled moan from you. He gently rubs the reddening mark on your ass cheek. “Mmm, such a pretty color, let’s make the other one match, hmm?” He lands the second smack, and watches your hole tighten around nothing as you let out a high pitched whine. 

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you say, feigning annoyance. 

Without so much as a warning, he shoves two fingers inside your wet heat, and plays with your sweet spot, ripping a loud whine from your lips. “Acting like you hate me, but your body betrays every word that leaves those sweet little lips.”

You fake a yawn. “Are you done yet? I’m getting bored.” You pick up your phone from the night stand and unlock it, attempting to piss him off even more. 

Harshly pushing his fingers further inside of you, he yanks your phone from you with his free hand and tosses it somewhere on the floor. You gasp at the sudden force of his fingers. “I want all of your focus on me as I pull you apart, piece by piece, my little stubborn brat,” he growls into your ear.

Against your heaving breaths, you still maintain your defiance. “I think it’s you who’s going to fall apart first, Joong.” He gives you an extremely arrogant laugh. “Mmm, not so fast, baby.”

“But I like fast,” you quip back.

“Unfortunate that I’m the one who’s in charge here, darling. It’s about time I show your needy little pussy who’s the boss.”

“Oh, and who is that, Hongjoong?” you try and say with confidence, but the tremble in your voice betrays you just the smallest bit.

“Considering the way she’s sucking in my fingers, and clenching them, I’d say it’s me. It’s always going to be me,” his fingers pumping in and out of you at a furious pace, and the fire in your gut is roaring. 

“Prove it, then,” the challenge in your voice evident.

He pulls his slick covered fingers out of your spasming hole, and reaches around to rub light circles against your clit. Just light enough to leave you on the edge, but never enough to tip you over. He switches between your dripping hole and your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your pussy is making loud, lewd noises from how wet you’ve become in your little banter with Hongjoong, and how well he’s working your body. “You hear that, baby? How wet she is for me? She’s mine. You’re mine.”

“You sure about that?” you huff out, trying not to give him the satisfaction of your moans, letting him know how good you feel. But a slight pinch to your clit renders your efforts useless.

He pulls you by your throat until your back meets his strong chest and whispers in your ear. “With the way you’re soaking my hand and the pretty noises you’re making for me, and you haven’t even had my cock yet, I’d fucking say so, darling.”

“I bet Mingi could do a better job. I should find out. He’s been dreaming to be where you are right now.”

His jaw clenches in annoyance at the mention of someone else having you the way he is right now. He slides his fingers back inside you, bringing you right to the edge. Your legs tremble as you whimper and whine, and before you can get the euphoria of release, he withdraws his fingers. 

You sigh in frustration and he chuckles because he has you right where he wants you. “You sure know how to push my buttons, hmm? I’m gonna stretch this pretty little pussy open until the only thing you can scream is my name.” He uses the hand soaked in your juices and brings it to one of your aching nipples. He pinches and pulls, just hard enough to bring pleasure. He can see your pulse pounding in your neck, and he sucks a dark, possessive mark right over it. 

He brings his unoccupied hand back to your swollen clit, giving you the friction you’ve been craving. Tears spring to the corners of your eyes from all the sensations he’s making you feel. Your breathing is ragged from his ministrations, labored pants mixing with the heavy breathing from Hongjoong, and the squelch of your pussy.

He can tell you’re reaching your peak yet again, and yet again, he stops. The tears you tried so hard to stop from escaping finally fall down your cheeks, along with a strangled cry. Hongjoong licks them up with a smirk, savoring the salty taste.

“Hongjoong, please,” you beg breathlessly.

“What was that, darling? Please what? You’ve been using your words this entire time, don’t stop now, my little brat.” His tone is mocking, but at this point you couldn’t care less. You need him, in the worst way. 

“Fuck, I need you. Please,” desperation in your voice.

“That’s it, darling. Beg for my cock. Let yourself go. Fall apart for me, baby.” He places you down on the bed and rolls you over until you’re on your back as he cages you in. He sets a tortuous pace in exploring your body with his mouth, leaving no skin unkissed.

“Hongjoong…” you say his name in a drawn out whisper. “Please…” He looks up at you through half lidded eyes, stopping his exploration for a moment. Tears spill down your cheeks again and he gently wipes them away. 

“Look at you, crying for me baby. Tell me what you need,” he coos.

“S-stop teasing!” You’re writhing underneath him, your body on fire, as you grow restless, waiting for him to finally fill you.

“Patience, darling. Haven’t you ever heard that good things come to those who wait?” The grin on his face makes you whimper with a need you’ve never felt before. He slides his cock between your glistening folds, spreading your arousal to coat him before he pushes just the tip inside your aching pussy. You both let out a simultaneous moan as he stretches you just the slightest bit, and he finally gets a feel of how tight and wet you are.

“How long are you going to let us both suffer, hmm? I’ve waited, now give me something good,” you pout at him, that hint of bratiness still hanging on by a thread. 

He slowly pushes in, just another inch and you try to rock your hips to push him inside further. He pushes your hips down roughly to stop you. “So needy, darling.”

“Hongjoong, you’re just torturing me at this point.” Your hands grip the sheets beneath you as you try and gain control over your body, every nerve set alight by how much you need him right now.

“Mmm, and what do you think you’ve been doing to me for years, baby?” He growls as he envelops your mouth in a searing kiss. As the kiss grows more impatient and messy, he finally sinks the rest of his throbbing cock inside your warm, wet heat. Your eyes widen and he swallows your moan, your back arching prettily underneath him.

Panting hard, he breaks the kiss. “Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. You’re mine. No one else gets to feel these tight, silky walls squeezing their cock, do you understand?” 

“Yes, Hongjoong.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and your walls squeeze him tighter at his words as you finally succumb to the man you’ve pretended to hate for so long. 

“That’s a good girl. All you needed this entire time was for me to put you in your place, and stretch you open, hmm?” He groans at your pussy clenching around his cock, his strokes lazy and unhurried. “I knew it was only a matter of time before I tamed that sassy little mouth, darling.”

“Fuck, Hongjoong.”

“So obedient now, hmm, baby?” He smirks as he looms over you to place a claiming bite on the flesh of your shoulder.  

You choke on a moan at the pleasure mixed with pain from his bite. You smirk dangerously at him, your brat never fully becoming tamed. “I enjoy a bit of pain, Joong. Stop treating me like I’m fucking fragile.”

“Oh, do you now, darling? Let’s see just how much you enjoy it.”

“Ruin me, Hongjoong,” you taunt, wrapping your legs around him, pushing him in impossibly deeper, and your hole pouring out even more slick around his cock. 

The look is his eyes is primal as he sets a punishing pace, the sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room, along with the symphony of pretty noises falling from your lips, and the deep, guttural ones from Hongjoong’s. Hongjoong’s eyes fall to your stomach, where he can see the online of his cock as it pistons in and out. He splays his hand across it and pushes down, just slightly, the pressure causing your orgasm to come barreling to the forefront exceedingly fast. Your walls throbbing around Hongjoong has his head thrown back in ecstasy, a predatory growl rumbling in his chest. 

“Come on darling, cum on my cock. Let that sweet little cunt milk me for every drop.” 

Neither of you being able to take in a full breath, chests heaving in rapid succession, he places a single finger under your chin. “I want you to look at me when you cum, darling.” After a few more thrusts and expert fingers on your clit, you come undone, locking eyes with him as he soon follows, hot seed filling you to the brim. 

His warm, sweaty body collapses next to you and he pulls you close. “Are you done hating me now?” he questions, trying to keep his voice light, but there’s a hint of seriousness and worry in his tone. 

“Hongjoong, I never hated you,” you chuckle. “And if I did, you fucked it out of me.” 

“So does this mean that you’re actually mine?” He mouths at your shoulder and the back of your neck. “You’re not gonna go run off with Mingi?” he jokes.

“I’m yours, Hongjoong. Who’s Mingi?” 

The two of you shake with laughter as you cuddle close, enjoying the newfound relationship between you. 

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day eight

prompt: drawstring jeans pairing: charles/oscar word count: 500

In the end, the evidence is pretty damning.

“No one has jeans quite so ugly,” Lando says, nodding sagely, gesturing at the table in front of them, at a picture of Charles at a frat party in a pair of jeans. Below the hem of his t-shirt, the drawstrings of said jeans are just visible.

“Right,” Oscar says, staring at the picture. “And where did you get this?”

“Instagram,” Alex says. “And George has a printer.”

“Of course George has a printer,” Oscar mutters darkly. “Alright, so uh. What do you want me to say?”

“We want,” Lando says, stabbing his finger down onto the picture. “You to be honest with us. Tell us you’re sleeping with Charles.”

“I’m not? Sleeping with Charles?” Oscar says, staring at the three guys gathered at the other end of the table. He knew sharing a house with them would be a mistake but like. He really needed the room, and while definitely all a little weird, he was pretty sure none of them were like. Serial killers.

“Lies,” Lando cries.

“Okay but the jeans,” George stresses, pointing at the picture again with increasing intensity.

Oscar shrugs. “Charles and I were working on a project for our structural engineering class in my room the other day, and Charles spilled tea all over his jeans. I let him borrow the only clean pair I had.”

“But, what about the,” Lando mimes big eyes. “You always throw at him? The puppy dog love eyes? You used to look at me like that.”

Back when he still had a crush on Lando. When he still thought him and Lando would work it out, somehow. Before he found out Lando was in a weird three way thing with Carlos and Daniel that he was absolutely not getting in the middle of.

“Am I not allowed to look at people,” he says, dryly.

“Ah, so you look at him,” Alex says, like this is some damning piece of evidence.

“It’s Charles,” Oscar reiterates. “Almost everyone looks at him.”

“Valid point,” George says, leaning back in his chair. Lando lets out a strangled cry.

“I swear I saw them making out in the club the other day. I swear,” he says, turning towards the other two.

“You had been drinking a lot that day,” Alex says, clearly hesitating. “I mean, maybe it was a guy that really looked like Oscar.”

“Maybe,” Oscar says. “Does that mean I can go?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Lando says, dropping his head down on the table, defeated.

When he’s out of sight of the guys, safely back in his own room, he texts Charles.

Oscar Crisis averted. Maybe don’t wear my pants to a party next time. Lando is convinced we’re together.

Charles but i look so good in your pants :((((((

Oscar You hate my pants.

Charles and i love you <3 <3<3 maybe we should tell them soon?

Oscar’s heart leaps. He’s. Yeah. Maybe. They’ve been together for months now. They’ve got nothing to hide, not really. Maybe they. Maybe they should.

Soon.

[afkphorabit]

ooookay i'm NOT finishing another 2 prompts today so i'm just gonna-

lodgetember day 3: headcanons!

first there's this silly idea i've had for a while of some lodgers with similar fields of work forming little "research groups" to share their discoveries among themselves and all. specifically, the Mech Club - a group of the Society's mechanical-thingy engineers - because i really like these guys in particular!

and short tweedy.

[dumpywrites]

Star Crossed - Kim Taehyung / V

Prompt: Costume party comes into disaster when you mistaken your crush as your friend.

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, just feel-good sweet soft fluff, university au, strangers to lovers (?), drable-ish

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 2.8k

a/n: I'm not a huge fate believer, never am. But I've always have a soft spot for accidental meetings type of stories :')

You never really get the rich people life. They just be throwing parties left and right, without having to think about the expenses, the mess, or even worry about invitation number. Even if you had the money to spend, party was and never will be the first choice in your mind to do so. 

But you were in university, life was supposed to be like this, right? It was supposed to be filled with stupid young people activities. And by that theory, you should not be regretting your decision on joining your friend to this random rich girl’s party. Right?

You were sure the month was February, and Halloween wasn’t supposed to come early like this. The new head of student council was obsessed with costume dressing, said she loved the oddly sexy vibe it brought. Plus, it did give her and everyone else some good excuse to dress slutty. 

While you could understand Lisa throwing this huge party to celebrate her new position, you had no idea why she would invite your friend. Apparently, they accidentally bumped into each other during lunch break and he helped her picking up her stuff. The invitation came very easily right after. You guessed being friendly with everyone was a must-do thing if you wanted to maintain your popular status.

“Your costume is very creative…” You said in a sarcastic tone, eyeing your friend up and down. 

“Hey, this was a last minute decision, alright?! I don’t have time to actually make one and this was rather cheap.” Hanbin said. 

You took a double take on your friend squid game guard costume. “This just screams lack of creativity and personality no matter how hard you try to defend it.” 

“Dude, I was struggling with my assignments!!!” He rolled his eyes as he protested. 

“You should’ve just bought a floral shorts and pink t-shirt and just be my Patrick.” You told him. 

You were in fact in a Spongebob inspired costume, with your shirt and tie, and you even got a his hat in a form of hair clip that you found online. You were pretty proud of the look you created.

“Whatever dude, let’s just go.” 

Your friend turned off the car engine and exited the vehicle, you followed. After pressing the doorbell a few times, the door opened revealing the owner of the house herself greeting you both. She was wearing a fully blinged bodysuit, and with tiny wings on her back, it seemed like she was aiming for a Victoria’s Secret inspired look. 

“Hanbin! You made it!” She squealed and clapped her hands. “Oh, you brought a friend? Hello! I’m Lisa.” She happily extended hand to you just after she closed the door. 

You mentioned your name and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you and congrats.” 

She smiled sweetly and thanked you. “I have to go back to the others, but you guys have fun! Go around and help yourselves!” And with that she waved and left. 

“Great, now what?” You looked at your friend. 

“We socialize! Maybe this way I can get more member for the dance club.” He smirked, fixing the mask that hung on his head. 

“Whatever.” You dismissed, shooing him. “Just go, I’ll be just right here, playing tetris on my phone.” 

“You’re not coming with me to mingle around? Who knows, maybe that Taehyung guy is here.” Hanbin wiggled his eyebrows. 

Your eyes widened as you gasped. “God, you’re right! He must be popular there’s no way he isn’t invited!!! Come on… now I regret on being Spongebob.” 

Taehyung was this stranger you met at the library once upon a time. His pen rolled away when he accidentally dropped it and it landed right next to your feet, just where you were sitting. He didn’t need to know that you were basically watching him from a few tables away just because of how beautiful he looked, just sitting there reading prettily. 

All you had was his name right after the awkward handshake when you gave him the pen. You were too stunned to even say your name back, which you still regretted until this very day. He did smile on his way back to his table, and even waved his hand at you before leaving, but that was all. At times like this you wished you had better self esteem.

“And you think you’ll actually have a chance with him if you’re not in this Spongebob attire?” He teased. 

“You did not just say that.” You hit your friend’s side. 

The two-story villa was enormous. You did not know what was in the punch they gave you but after a short social charge toilet break, you totally lost your friend in the crowd. How you managed to lost someone with a full pink costume was beyond you, but in your defense the light was pretty dim. 

You had been looking for almost half an hour, before you finally spotted the bright colored suit. But now questions arose. 

Why was Hanbin covering his face with the mask? You thought he was coming to socialize. Who was this guy sitting next to him, with an arm covered in full tattooed sleeve, wearing a police costume? Nonetheless you needed to go to him since you still had no luck in finding anyone to at least be your company. At times like this you wished more of your friends were the party type.

When you approached him, you saw whatever conversation they were having halted. The tattooed man looked at you with confusion in his eyes. 

“Can we go back home now? If you’re still not done socializing I can go back myself.” 

“Whoa, who are you?!” The policemen asked with wide eyes. 

You quickly gave him your name and shook his hand with a blank face, leaving the guy in awe. You turned to your friend again, who was weirdly quiet. “So?”

Your friend shrugged, there was an unfamiliar chuckle coming out from him but you figured the loud music and the fact that his mask was on were playing a part. He nodded and stood up, waved his hand at the other guy before you followed him out of the front door. He stopped right in front of the gates, standing awkwardly. 

“Are you drunk? I can drive if you can’t.”

“I never actually got your name before, but now that I have, it’s nice to meet you, I guess.” 

Now who in the fresh hell was this. That wasn’t how Hanbin sounded like. You had known the man for two years enough for you to instantly know that this was in fact not your friend who was behind the costume. 

You took a few steps back, afraid. “You’re not Hanbin…”

He took his mask off, proceeding to take your breath away along with it. Oh, this was definitely not your friend. 

“Remember me? From library?” 

You could not believe your eyes. It was none other than Taehyung himself smiling brightly at you. Did they switch costume? What on earth was going on??? Your little brain could only do so much. 

“H-How?! Oh my goodness I’m so sorry! I thought you were my friend!” You panicked. 

“It’s fine.” He chuckled. “It was getting stuffy in there anyways. You’re down for some ice cream?”

“Huh? You sure? I need to tell my friend about this…”

“I came across your friend, we had a good laugh about our poor costume choices for a solid minute before he told me he needed to get out from it cause he couldn’t stand the heat anymore, which honestly, I get it now.” He laughed. 

“He took the suit off, that makes a lot of sense now.” You sighed. 

“His mask is circle, mine’s square.” He pointed at the mask over his head and took it off to show you. “See?”

“Of course.” As if anyone would remember that detail. 

“I can replace your friend for the night?” He gave you a questioning look. 

Honestly, you would be utterly stupid to refuse this golden offer. 

“If you’re not too ashamed to walk around in public with Spongebob that is.”

“Eh, it’s cute.” 

Yeah, there was definitely something in that punch. “Thank you?” You said as you walked next to him, hoping your blush wasn’t visible. “Where are we heading?”

“Seven-eleven. Let’s just hope they won’t kick us out for looking like this.” He laughed. “So what were you reading?”

“Huh?”

“That day, at the library.” 

“Uh, don’t laugh at me.” You nervously looked away. “Diary of a Wimpy Kid.”

“Oh wow.” He laughed instantly. 

“I told you not to laugh!” You sulked. 

“No, that’s like perfect, I couldn’t imagine a better answer.” He continued to laugh. “At least that’s a cool answer, I was just there to study for my exam.” 

“I regret telling you what book I was reading.”

“Okay, I’ll stop laughing.” He chuckled. “I’m still bummed you didn’t say your name when I told you mine that day.”

You for sure couldn’t tell him you were too mesmerized seeing him up close to say anything. “I was zoning out.”

He breathed out in relief. “I swear I thought you didn’t like me or something.” He smiled. “What were you doing at Lisa’s party anyway?”

“Hanbin was the one who got the invitation, I was just dragged along.” You shrugged. “You?”

“We just know each other I guess. She’s quite the social butterfly. I wasn’t doing anything anyways and Jungkook actually was the one who wanted to wear this costume, but boy ordered the wrong size and it was too small for him. Hence, this.” He pointed at himself. 

“What was your original costume then?” 

“Nick Wilde from Zootopia.” 

This time it was your turn to burst out laughing.  

He looked at you with a frown. “What’s so funny?”

“Don’t tell me you’re a furry.” 

“Hey, it’s just a very simple costume. All I need was some fake fox ears, plain green shirt and a tie, done!” He reasoned. 

“Whatever you say, furry.” You teased. 

“Oh my god, you’re never gonna let this go now, huh?” He complained, but couldn’t help a smile. 

Finally you arrived at a near seven-eleven. The cashier was indeed giving both of you weird looks, considering the place was empty and your costumes, especially Taehyung’s bright pink one, were quite hard to miss. Nonetheless, you got yourself a cup of slurpee and Taehyung got himself a cone of packaged ice cream. 

The whole time you were enjoying your drink, Taehyung was singing along to the random songs they played. You had to cover his mouth a few times, afraid you were actually gonna get kicked out for real just because he was singing his heart out to a Katy Perry song. You never pictured him to be this goofy weirdo judging by his model-esque appearance, but it sure was a wonderful surprise.

After finishing the snacks, both of you decided to continue the night stroll. He held out his hand to help you stand up from the bench, knowing well you could stand up by yourself easily, but again, who were you to miss such opportunity. 

“So,” he said, glancing at you with a teasing smile, “If you hadn’t mistaken me for your friend tonight, would you have talked to me?”

You hesitated, kicking a small pebble on the sidewalk. “Honestly? Probably not.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

You sighed, debating whether to tell the truth. But something about him made it easy, like he wouldn’t judge you no matter what you said. “Because I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. And when you don’t think you’ll see someone again, it’s easier to keep them as a… I don’t know, a daydream.”

He looked at you in amuse. “A daydream?”

“I had this whole version of you in my head. A mystery guy from the library.” You playfully explained with your hands.

“Am I better or worse than the version in your head?”

You bit your lip, pretending to think. “Hmm… jury’s still out.”

Taehyung put a hand over his chest dramatically. “I’m personally offended.”

You giggled, nudging him playfully. “I was so sure you were this person who just wouldn’t talk to someone like me, given the chance.” You shrugged. “I’m glad I was wrong about it.” You smiled. 

“You shouldn’t think of yourself so lowly like that. What makes you think I wouldn’t talk to you? Who even am I?!” He folded his arms. 

“That’s why you’re better than the version in my head.” You giggled. “What about me? What’s the verdict?”

“Oh, I hate it.” He nodded with big boxy grin on his face. 

“Excuse me?!” You gasped. 

“If I know this is how fun you are to be with I would’ve fought for your name that day.” 

This man really had you in his fingertips. “You can’t be serious.” You rolled your eyes, groaning but stomach filled with butterflies. 

Somehow, your random wandering led you to a small playground nestled between apartment buildings. It was empty, the swings swaying slightly in the breeze. Without thinking, you walked over and sat down on one, pushing off lightly with your feet. Taehyung sat on the swing next to you, mirroring your movements.

“When was the last time you were on a swing?” you asked, gripping the metal chains.

“Hmm… Probably when I was, like, eight? I used to think if I swung high enough, I’d be able to fly.”

You laughed. “Me too.”

Taehyung turned his head toward you, his expression softer now. “Why’d you stop?”

You hesitated, looking down at your feet as they brushed against the gravel. “I guess… I grew up. Started worrying about things that seven-year-old me never did.”

Taehyung was quiet for a moment. Then, suddenly, he jumped off his swing, landing with a small thud. He turned to face you with an excited glint in his eyes. “Okay, new challenge.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What now?”

He grinned. “Swing as high as you can. No thinking. Just feel it.”

You scoffed. “What are we, kids?”

“Yep.” he said simply, grabbing the chains of your swing and pulling it back slightly before stepping away. “Now go.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in, pushing off with your feet. At first, you were hesitant, but then the familiar rush of the wind against your skin took over. You pumped your legs harder, swinging higher and higher until the ground blurred beneath you.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt free.

Taehyung laughed beside you, his own swing matching yours. “See? Told you.”

You couldn’t stop smiling. “Okay, okay, you win. You’re still a weirdo for it though.”

“Damn right, I am.” He proudly said. 

The two of you stayed like that for a while, swinging under the dim glow of the streetlights, talking about everything and nothing. It was easy. Natural. Like you had known him forever.

Eventually, you both slowed to a stop, breathing heavily from laughing too much. Taehyung leaned back against the jungle gym, tilting his head up to look at the sky. You joined him, the night stretching endlessly above you.

“It’s weird.” you murmured after a while.

“What is?”

“How we were literally just strangers like a few hours ago.” You giggled. “And trust me I’m not this person with high social capabilities to just do… this.”

Taehyung turned his head to look at you, his expression unreadable. “It is kinda crazy, huh?”

You nodded, playing with the hem of your sleeve. “I was convinced I’d never see you again.”

“Me too.” he admitted. “And then, suddenly you were in front of me, asking me to go home with you. Never thought you were that kind of person but, we listen we don’t judge?” He laughed. 

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Please don’t remind me.”

He chuckled, gently prying your hands away. Your breath hitched as his fingers lingered on yours for a second too long.

You swallowed. “Taehyung…”

“Yeah?”

You hesitated, searching his face. “This… whatever this is—”

He cut you off gently. “—is something I want to figure out.”

Your heart stopped.

He smiled, a little softer this time. “You feel the same way?”

You exhaled shakily, the tension melting away. “Totally.”

Taehyung grinned, standing up and stretching. “Then let’s do it again!”

You blinked a few times. “Do what?”

“Hang out! No parties, no mistaken identities. Just us.”

You giggled, warmth spreading through your chest. “Sounds great.”

He held out his hand, just like he had at the convenience store. Without hesitation this time, you took it.

As you walked together under the glow of the city lights, you couldn’t help but think. Maybe, just maybe, some things were meant to happen after all. 

You might need to thank your friend later for his costume choice though. 

Thank you for reading! ★

[cambankromyy]

TRUE COLORS (03): the ticket to freedom - (smau & irl au) childhood bsf!rafe cameron x thornton!reader

series masterlist; general masterlist; taglist

PART 2- PART 3 - PART 4

synopsis;

Yn Thornton is Topper's little sister and the Cameron siblings' best friend. Growing up, She, Topper, Sarah, and Rafe were like royalty on Figure 8, but the pressure of being at the top of the kook hierarchy left her feeling trapped. While sarah and yn broke free, embracing life with the Pogues, Rafe stayed behind, burdened by his fathers expectations. As she found freedom outside the kook world, Rafe spiraled, torn between the life he hated and his need to hold on to her- the one person who truly understood him.

chapter overview;

yn wakes up to the sound of seagulls and sunlight streaming through her curtains, her phone buzzing with a message from Sarah inviting her to a bonfire later that evening. After reflecting on the previous night, yn is thrown off by an unexpected encounter with Ruthie at home, prompting her to head to Tannyhill to find Sarah. There, she runs into Rafe, with sarah being on a date with john b, and they quickly fall back into their familiar, nostalgic rhythm. When Sarah returns, she suggests they get ready for the bonfire, and the two girls bond over plans for the night ahead.

you wake to the sound of seagulls and sunlight streaming through your curtains. you smiled as you recalled walking home with rafe from the country club, but was quickly replaced by a pit in your stomach. fuck. sofia and rafe. before more negative thoughts could fill your head, your phone on the nightstand buzzed.

groaning, you reach for it, the screen lighting up with Sarah’s name.

you sigh, tossing your phone across your bed before dragging yourself up. laughter and muffled voices echo from downstairs. odd, since your parents weren’t supposed to be home. It was just you and topper.

shrugging it off, you start your morning routine; teeth brushed, hair done, skincare complete. by the time you head downstairs, you’re ready for breakfast. what you’re not ready for is the scene that greets you.

"ruthie?" you blurt, your voice sharp with disbelief.

there she is, standing in your kitchen, laughing with Topper like belongs there.

she glances over her shoulder, giving you an innocent look that you know is anything but. "oh! good morning yn" she says, her voice syrupy sweet, but that smug little smirk betrays her.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" you demand, your annoyance bubbling to the surface.

topper looks up from where he’s cooking, confused. "What’s your problem? She just stayed over. It’s not a big deal."

Not a big deal? Your jaw tightens as you glare at him, shaking your head. He really didn’t get it.

"no fucking way," you mutter, turning on your heel before your anger spills over. You’re not about to stand there and watch Ruthie act like she owns the place.

"yo!" topper calls after you, his confusion growing. "you not gonna eat breakfast?"

you ignore him, your steps quickening as Ruthie’s laughter follows you. "Oh, c’mon, top. She’s just being a brat," she says, her tone dripping with fake sympathy.

her voice sends a wave of frustration through you, but you don’t stop. you grab your keys, head to the garage, and climb into your car. anywhere was better than here right now.

as you back out of the driveway, you hear topper shout again. "where are you going? dude!"

you hear him, but you don’t respond. instead, you pull out of the garage, heading toward tannyhill. being with sarah had to be better than dealing with that.

you pull into the driveway at tannyhill, turning off the engine and sitting in the silence for a moment. the house looms in front of you, quiet except for the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze.

grabbing your keys, you make your way to the door, ringing the doorbell. nothing.

"sar?" you call, starting to knock.

no response.

you sigh, leaning against the doorframe, pulling out your phone to text her.

"fuck" you mutter to yourself, debating whether or not to go home. before you can start walking toward your car, you hear footsteps approaching the door, and before you can do anything, it swings open.

"yn"

answering the door for you was rafe; hair a mess, shirtless, and clearly fresh out of bed. he squints at you, rubbing his eyes as he adjusts to the daylight.

His voice is groggy, and his confusion is obvious. "what are you doing here?"

"I came to see Sarah," you reply, trying not to laugh at how out of it he looks. "didn’t realize she wasn’t home."

Rafe yawns, stepping back to let you in. "she’s out with John B or something," he mumbles, scratching the back of his head. "come in, though."

you hesitate for a second, glancing at your car, but the thought of going home makes you sigh. "fine," you say, stepping past him into the familiar house.

you sat down on the couch next to rafe, the room filled with the familiar, comfortable silence you two always had. he lazily strummed his guitar, and you leaned back, letting the memories flood in. it felt just like middle school again—when you and rafe would always end up together while sarah and tpper were macking each other. late-night talks, sneaking into places you shouldn’t, and walking to the country club to put anything and everything on ward camerons tab. the nostalgia was thick in the air, and you both fell into your usual banter—you forgot how much you loved this.

the sound of a car pulling into the driveway interrupted the easy atmosphere, and before you could even register it, the front door opened, and sarah stepped inside. her eyes landed on you and rafe sitting so comfortably together, and you could see the surprise flash across her face. but, after a brief pause, she just smiled and shook her head.

"well, look who decided to hang out," she said, her tone light and casual. It wasn’t a big deal—just a comment, but you could tell she was a little taken aback by the two of you being together without her or topper.

"yeah, had to escape topper and ruthie," you said rolling your eyes, trying to change the topic from you and rafe.

sarah raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything more. instead, she gave you a knowing grin.

you followed sarah to her room, rafe's gaze following you all the way up the stairs. he missed this too.

sarah let you borrow her "cute but pogue approved" outfit for the bonfire, as she gave you the john b john d debrief from their date. you two did your hair, makeup, and got ready for the bonfire, and before you knew it, it was time to leave.

tags: @marleymarleymarleymarley, @queenvane64, @raeven-marie43 @idiotussupremus @sereneera

[brotherwtf]

How about Gale overhearing John talking about him to someone? (with positive outcome)

oooo now this is a very interesting prompt, thanks anon!!

decided to basically mash up all of my fave clegan scenes into one big rainbow scene, I hope you guys enjoy :))

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John often ran his mouth, both sober and with a drink in him, but the stories always seemed to flow more with the flow of liquor into his system. Always bragging, always galavanting about someone or something to any ear that would listen, especially if it was about his favorite subject, Gale Cleven.

Exaggerating stories until the Major seemed more myth than man, talking to anyone who would listen about all of their escapades, good and bad.

And John would do it no matter if the man himself was there or not, and often did it despite Gale's best wishes.

But even now, as Gale sits on the edge of the dance floor, he can hear John's loud and unabashed laugh as he starts to weave another tale for the poor dames he has coerced. Gale noticed the slightly tense smiles of a woman who was originally only interested in getting beneath John's uniform now being blathered at by a Major far drunker than she expected.

"Nah but my buddy, Buck, here, he don't like sports. Not team sports anyway, likes boxing, 'test of manhood' or whatever the fuck that means," John says, eyes lazy as he points jovially back at Gale, recalling the night Curt lay an RAF pilot on the ground with a singular jab. Gale couldn't help but smile at the memory.

"Was gonna slug that RAF pilot himself the nasty fucker. Ah, he had it coming, don't you worry girls. Buck woulda knocked him straight on his British ass I just know it, there's nothing our Buck can't do, can probably take on the whole Luftwaffe by himself, all engines feathered. Hey, Buck!" John says, turning back towards Gale with loose limbs and gesturing for him to stand next to him.

Usually, Gale would be content to sit on the sidelines and watch John act a fool, but John was gesturing so heavily that it felt like he had a string attached to Gale's chest, pulling him over with just a beckon. Even when Gale puts himself right in the crook of John's body, right where he seemed to fit, John so easily puts his arm around Gale's shoulder.

"Tell em, No-Engine Cleven, nah I'll tell em, he's the best damn pilot in the 100th, hell, maybe even the whole air force, my Buck here is just too good, I wish I could fly half as good as him," John says, leaning his weight into Gale's, leaning so that his face is dangerously close to his.

Gale feels warmth bloom in his stomach but he just lets himself roll his eyes, wrapping a stabilizing arm around John's waist to prevent him from toppling over, giving the women a friendly yet tight smile.

"Easy there, Major, now I think it's best we turn in for the night. It was lovely meeting you ladies," Gale says, keeping his voice clipped and polite despite hearing the girls murmurs of how drunk John seemed to be.

The cool of the English night hits Gale's hot cheeks as soon as he drags John out of the officers club, hiding his tight smile into the night.

"Don't gotta go bragging on me, Bucky, I can hail my own victories," Gale says, breath misting in the air.

John smiles at him, swaying dangerously into Gale as they walk clumsily back to the barracks.

"It's all true, my love, someone's gotta say it and it might as well be me," John says, planting a wet smacking kiss to Gale's cheek.

Gale really should be more careful, but he seems to be getting drunk just on John's warmth and turns his head to press a careful kiss to John's lips, one that's far too slow for John's liking.

"It's my pleasure, Gale, you're my favorite thing to talk about," John says, a rogue hand coming up to squeeze Gale's cheeks and bring him in for another kiss, not being able to help the smile that spreads across both of their faces.

[livingfiction]

YA'LL I GOT A WRITING IDEA/PROMPT!!!!

I just came back from watching Sinners for the first time( I was gonna wait , but I was scared it was gonna be out of theaters by the time I planned on watching) and I have so much to say but I have to get this idea out before I lose my nerve SOOOO.... BARE WITH ME

I was thinking about a modern Sammie x Pearline story.

POTENTIAL SAMMIE PLOT IDEAS:

A young Sammie, still a preachers kid (though a rebellious one) around 22 or so meets a (unhappily and sexually unsatisfied) married Pearline (around 30 or 31) at his cousin's smoke and stack newly opened club

he's starting indulging in his true passion...music despite being a recent college graduate working a regular 9 to 5 (something boring and unsexy like accountant, engineer, maybe even tech) and trying to appease his father by living a straight and narrow life unlike most of his father's side of the family.

Sammie has no desire really for fame or fortune, he just loves music and sees at a chance to escape his oppressive upbringing and is one of the only times he feels free and alive...until he meets Pearline that is.

Maybe he moved from MS to Chicago, IL for work (better work opportunities) where he reconnects with his cousins

Kind of a coming of age for Sammie in a sense. He's a young man that's away from home and the people he knows and who know him so he trying to figure out this new identity and this new freedom away from the scrutiny of the people he's always known.

POTENTIAL PEARLINE PLOT IDEAS:

Pearline married before she was ready because she felt it was what she was supposed to do

Was more of a fun loving and free girl in her early twenties (a real bad bitch) but became more conservative and toned down after marrying her straight laced and boring husband

She met her husband around the age of 23 and he seemed like a great man though he was never the best in bed, but he displayed manipulative and emotionally abusive tactics that wore away at her confidence and self esteem. Her family loved him and pushed the marriage as well as his. He's good at hiding his true nature.

By the time the made it to the alter Pearline's self esteem was whittled away and she truly felt like he was as good at it gets

She maintains her friendships just barely due to his overbearing and controlling nature

PEARLINE & SAMMIE:

Pearline's friends convince her to get dressed up and go out to the new club that everyone's been talking about (her husband's out of town for work)

While there she see's sammie perform and they connect and he becomes infatuated with her ( much like in the movie)

She's attracted to his confidence, lover boy nature, as well as his open minded way of thinking ( much like hers)

They start to build a connection due to their similar natures and he brings out the old her and also gives her some much needed vitamin D among other things ( he's young but he's experienced and knows what he's doing-partly thanks to his cousin stack 😉who gave him advice years ago on the art of pleasing a woman)

Sammie does feel some jealousy over her marriage and begins to urge her to leave her husband)

Things come to a dangerous head when the husband begins to suspect her affair and goes as far as trying to confront Sammie in the club ( with smoke and stack present so shit goes REALLY bad for him) and maybe...he locks Pearline in the house (not saying he holds her hostage but he holds her hostage) and Sammie helps her escape

There relationship isn't one sided but Sammie is THIRSTY for Pearline and is on her body BAAAADDDDD

I don't really see them ending up together in my mind but I'm not the writer so....

I honestly just really loved the two of them and I'm sucker for that infatuation shit! Also I liked how confident and upfront Sammie was anytime he was with her. It's like the hesitant boy disappeared and a confident man showed up. He knew what he wanted and applied pressure to get it. He wasn't concerned about her husband (asking her if she was happily married) or the religious aspects of committing adultery. Throughout the movie you see that he is a strong minded individual despite the lifestyle his cousin's introducing him to being new and against everything his father preached about.

IMPORTANT NOTE:

THESE ARE JUST SUGGESTIONS AND THOUGHTS I HAD. I AM NOT A WRITER THUS I CAN'T TELL ANYONE HOW TO WRITE A STORY. I truly love and respect all the work, time, and energy you talented and beautiful ladies put into this craft and I would NEVER come along demanding a story be written a certain way because I know for a fact ya'll can come up with shit 10x better than anything I could imagine. I would just love a modern story about those two and I had to get these ideas out before I lost my nerve.

SOOOOO.....any takers??? 🙂🙂🙂 ANYONE???

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[captainsophiestark]

Vigilante Book Club Part 3

Jason Todd x Reader

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Written for Fictober, and for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: DC

Day Four Prompt: "No, we're not doing that."

Summary: Jason and his new SO have their official first date.

Word Count: 2,216

Category: Fluff

A/N: Shoutout to @v1ckycheesue for commenting about wanting to see the date! I wasn't sure I was going to come back to this idea, but something just popped into my head, so now we're here :) No promises, but there might also be a part 4 at some point on the horizon!

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I stepped out of my building with a smile, waving as soon as I caught sight of Jason on his motorcycle, waiting for me right where he said he'd be. After months of friendship and forming a mini book club with the Red Hood, earlier this week, I'd learned his secret identity thanks to a phone call from one of his brothers. Thankfully, Jason didn't mind, and even better, it had led to Jason asking me out on a date. He'd had a bit of a family situation to attend to earlier, but tonight was the night, and having him meet me outside my apartment on his motorcycle was certainly a good start.

"Hey!" I called once I was close enough. "How did the family dinner disaster go?"

Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes. "It went great, once I got there and kicked everyone else out of the kitchen. Somewhere between five and ten of us regularly attending family events and somehow I'm still the only one who knows how to cook."

I grinned. "Well, from personal experience, I can attest that you are an excellent chef."

"Thanks, babe," he said, huffing a laugh as I finally reached him. He held out one arm for a hug, and I stepped into him, wrapping both my arms around his shoulders as he sat on his bike. He brought his other hand up to rest on my hip, giving it a light squeeze before moving me a step back from him. "You look great."

"Thanks! You do too. So... are you gonna tell me what we're doing tonight?"

"Not yet," he said with a grin. "I still want our first stop to be a surprise. But you do need one more thing before we go."

I raised an eyebrow as Jason turned around on the bike, digging into one of the side bags before turning back to me with a bright red helmet in hand.

"Here, let me help you get it on."

I smiled, Jason helping me pull the helmet down over my head before holding either side of it, giving it a little shake to make sure it fit snugly. He grabbed the part right in front of my mouth and ran his finger across it, giving me a satisfied smile.

"Looks good. Go ahead and hop on, and we can get out of here."

I climbed onto the back of the bike, wrapping my arms tightly around Jason's waist as he pulled his own red helmet on over his head. It wasn't the same as his Red Hood helmet, but it did look pretty similar. I grinned, even though Jason couldn't see me.

"You ready sweetheart?" he asked, his voice crackling over an in-helmet comms system. I nodded, then realized how unhelpful that was.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Although I do have a question."

"What's that?" Jason asked. He started the bike as he spoke, the engine roaring beneath us.

"As somebody trying to maintain a secret identity, don't you think it's a little conspicuous that you've got a motorcycle helmet the exact same color as your vigilatne helmet? And almost the same style?"

I heard Jason huff a laugh, and his response took a few moments to come through the radio. Part of that might've been Jason trying to focus while he merged with traffic, but he'd never be able to convince me that was the entire reason.

"Nobody's figured it out yet," he finally said. Now it was my turn to laugh.

"Well, there you go, I guess. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you that nobody in Gotham suddenly becomes observant. You know, I could repaint your helmet in some sparkly colors for you, maybe put some stickers on it that say 'NOT Red Hood', help you keep your secret. We could make it a date night."

Jason snorted. "No, we're not doing that."

"Your loss babe."

I held tight to Jason as we swept through the city streets, looking over his shoulder and trying to figure out exactly where we were headed. I didn't put it together until we turned a corner and pulled into the parking lot for my absolute favorite bookstore in the city.

I gasped, and I heard Jason chuckle over the radio.

"I take it you're excited?"

"Jason, I got nothing but green flags from you from the moment you brought my favorite book back to me, but I cannot begin to tell you how amazing this surprise is. This is my dream date."

Jason chuckled again, pulling the bike into a spot near the front as he responded.

"I'm glad a bookstore date's as exciting to you as it is to me."

"Oh my god, you have no idea. You are actually a dream come true."

"Right back at you, sweetheart."

With that, he stepped off the bike and pulled his helmet off, taking mine from me a moment later when I did the same. I had a beaming smile on my face that I couldn't wipe off if I tried, and as soon as he saw it, Jason smiled too.

"Alright, I'll never be the one to put limits on getting books, but let me tell you what I was thinking for tonight," he said, taking my hand and helping me off the bike. We started walking to the front doors together, shoulder to shoulder and hands held tight. "I was thinking we each pick a book, ideally one the other person hasn't read before. Then we do an exchange and read the books the other person picked out for us."

Jason looked at me as we came to a stop just inside the bookstore, apparently waiting for my reaction. Like he hadn't just said something out of a romance novel.

I leaned up to kiss his cheek, squeezing his hand as I did. When I pulled back with a smile, Jason had one eyebrow raised.

"That sounds absolutely perfect," I said, and a minute later his face broke out in a wide grin.

"Okay, good. I'll go get your book, you go get mine. Whoever's done first finds the other."

"Deal. Let's do this."

Jason and I headed off in different directions, hunting through the bookstore for just the right book. A few weeks ago, he'd told me he'd never read Dracula, one of my favorite books and a classic that seemed right up his alley. We'd talked about reading it together for our informal book club, but we hadn't done it yet, and I couldn't think of a better book to get him for our date.

Unfortunately, we were in a bookstore, so I had to make a few detours on my way to my goal. I ended up with a small stack in my arms by the time I finally made it to Dracula, and I chewed my lip in thought as I stood betwen the stacks. What if he didn't have room for us to put these on the bike? What if we were going somewhere after this where the books would be a problem? I rarely managed to walk into a bookstore and walk out with nothing more than what I'd gone for, but maybe I could just take picture of the other titles with my phone-

"There you are."

I turned to see Jason behind me, a stack of books in his own arms. I grinned.

"I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who made a few pitstops on my way to the date book," I said. Jason scoffed.

"Of course not. I don't trust people who can easily avoid detours in bookstores."

"Neither do I. It's for sure a red flag."

"Well, I'm glad we both passed the test," he said, grinning again. "Now come on, you ready? I think it's time for the next part of our date."

"I'll follow you."

Jason and I checked out with both our stacks of books, which he carefully loaded into one of the bags on his motorcycle. It was a tight fit, but he managed to make everything work without any of the books being at risk of bent pages. The other bag remained conspicuously closed, and I raised an eyebrow at him as he helped me get my helmet on again.

"Is there a reason you didn't split the books between both bags?"

"Yeah."

"...And that reason would be?"

"A surprise." He grinned. "Come on, you'll know in a minute. It's not too far of a drive from here."

I climbed on the back of the bike behind Jason, holding onto him tight as we wound through the city streets. Before long, we were leaving the traffic behind, turning onto narrower and narrower tree-lined roads climbing up one of the mountains outside of the city.

"This is a pretty murder-y date spot, just so you know," I said over our comms. I felt Jason's chest rise and fall with a laugh under my hands the same time it came crackling over the radio.

"Are you trying to warn me about something, sweetheart?"

I shrugged. "I mean, you're the Red Hood. I think we're both probably pretty safe."

He huffed another laugh, taking one hand briefly off the handlebars to squeeze mine. I wrapped my arms around him a little tighter, and after a few more minutes of riding on darkened trails, we came out on top of one of the tallest hills. Jason parked the bike, then hopped off and offered a hand to help me. We both knew I didn't need it, but I took it anyway.

"Alright, this is one of my favorite spots in the whole city," Jason said, tucking both our helmets away before opening the tank bag that didn't have books in it. He pulled out a basket with one hand, then grabbed mine again with the other.

I followed him to the treeline, until we reached a ledge overlooking the city. I stopped short, letting out a little gasp. I'd never seen it from a vantage point like this before. All the lights sparkled like stars, while the forest around us was perfectly peaceful.

"Wow," I breathed. "Jay... this place is amazing."

"I know. And even better, none of my siblings know how to find it."

I laughed, watching as Jason took out a blanket and unfolded it, then started setting up the rest of an evening picnic.

"You know, I'd actually really like to meet your siblings."

"Oh don't worry, you will. They've been wondering for a while now who I've been meeting up with regularly. They're all nosy motherfuckers, they'll probably show up in disguise to crash our next date."

"...Is it weird that I'm kind of excited for that?"

"Yes. Extremely."

I just laughed again, moving to join Jason on the picnic blanket he'd set up for us. I sighed and leaned into him as he wrapped one arm around my shoulders.

"I have to say, this might be the best date I've ever been on. Buying each other books and a romantic picnic overlooking the city? That's impossible to beat," I said.

"That was my goal," he said, pulling me closer with a grin. "I'm glad I succeeded. Now come on, I don't want this food I packed going to waste."

Jason and I dug into the picnic, which was packed full of our favorite foods. We laughed and talked the night away, perfectly comfortable, just the two of us. It was technically our first date, but we'd been spending our nights together for long enough that a peaceful, romantic night together seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

"Jason, that was amazing," I sighed, leaning into him once we'd finished dinner. He leaned back on his hands, and I curled into his side.

"Yeah. It was. You know, I'm really glad that guy stole your favorite book."

"I guess that's one way to say you're glad you met me."

Jason grinned and leaned in to kiss my temple. "You get me."

I sighed, and the two of us just sat there together for a while, curled up on the blanket and looking out at the city. Finally, I sighed.

"So... what would you think if I proposed a finale for this date?"

"That depends. Is this a subtle way of telling me you're ready for the date to be over?"

"No! I just had an idea I think you'll like, and I want to pull my weight a little on making this the most magical evening ever."

"Oh yeah?" Jason asked, sitting up and moving me with him. I turned to face him, a giant smile on my face as his hands wandered to my waist. "And what might that idea be?"

"I was thinking we could go back to my place..."

"I'm with you so far."

"And then I was thinking we could make some tea and curl up on the couch and read the books we got for each other."

Jason grinned, putting one hand at the nape of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. I smiled into it, leaning forward and resting my hands on his chest as Jason deepened it. When he finally pulled back, I was breathing hard.

"That sounds fucking perfect. You're literally my dream date, let's go."

I laughed, especially as Jason packed up our picnic with record speed, then took my hand and nearly dragged me back towards the bike. The two of us laughed the whole ride to my apartment, only to cuddle close on the couch while we started reading hand-picked books together. It was definitely too early to call, but I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my nights just like this.

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[f1version]

BARBARA ROBERTS ★ DTN SERIES

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An old chapter is reopened, that force and distinction that drove Barbara Roberts to the top of F1 for two consecutive years, back home. Malibu Racing is a new temple, the extension of a legacy.

Barbara Roberts, Team Principal and CEO of Malibu Racing F1 Team has her origins tied to history books. A two-time world champion whose on-track abilities couldn’t be ignored. A fierce competitor who came back for more.

At the young age of four, Barbara began chasing the excitement behind the wheel, observing karting races closely, going home, and developing her talent with each lap of her uncle’s old kart. She found happiness in speed, enjoyed visiting the Phoenix Street Circuit each year, obsessed over the Indy500, and watched Ayrton Senna and Alain Prost challenge each other throughout the years. Suddenly, she began to dream about a hot-pink car, all her notebooks filled with drawings of it. She, as well as her family, then understood that racing was a fire that needed to be fueled.

Roberts made her kart racing debut at the age of eight, and after winning her first race, it was a matter of time before her name was engraved on several US-based kart championship trophies. However, further progress would require expanding horizons, which prompted the Roberts to move across the ocean in 1994, supporting Barbara for what could be a challenging career. 

Europe was fast, she stayed faster. By fourteen her collection of kart titles included national, international, and world championships. Every race and practice aimed for that unattainable perfection, being aware of the judging eyes on each step she took. At 16 years old, Roberts was fearless, deciding to pursue another dream of hers, an engineering career. She used to say that the pressure was a reminder of what was yet to come.

Pieces began to fall into place, Barbara embarked on single-seaters as soon as age allowed it. Her first title in Monoposto Racing Club was followed by titles in Formula BMW ADAC, Formula Renault, and the Formula 3 Euro Series — all consecutive titles. And bound to keep the momentum, she started hunting for a seat in Formula One, closing the deal with BMW Williams in a reserve capacity for 2004 and securing a race seat for the 2005 season. 

Debuting at 21, Barbara spent her year fighting at the midfield in struggling machinery, yet was able to finish 10th in the World Championship, once again pouring ink on paper for what would be BMW Sauber in 2006. An improvement in reliability for her sophomore season placed Roberts on track for her maiden Grand Prix victory in the streets of Monaco, an unbelievable, emotional, and well-remembered drive that holds her in the tracks’ spotlight to this day.

For the 2007 season, Scuderia Ferrari took the bet on two young talents: Barbara Roberts and Kimi Räikkönen, giving both drivers the exact same 3-year-contract and an opportunity to make history. 

The pair held a fiery battle all season, ending in one of the most astonishing title deciders in the sport’s history, where the world championship rested on their number of wins due to a tie in the points. The crown sealed on Räikkönen, but Barbara’s own would arrive that very next year, securing it after 8 wins and 15 total podiums.

In her final year of mastery, Roberts became a double World Champion after a year-long battle against Brawn’s Jenson Button, three points separating them. And despite being contracted to race in 2010, Roberts decided to leave F1 behind at the end of the 2009 season.

After her F1 retirement, Barbara has taken on different roles and challenges throughout the years. In 2011 revealing her retirement's original reason, Roberts announced her new position as CEO of her family’s emblematic automobile manufacturer, Malibu Motors, linking nostalgia with modernity. In 2016, they held the biggest car launch in history, presenting one supercar and seven SUVs which resulted into having six of those as the bestselling cars of the year. In 2017, Malibu Motors became part of the Formula 3 engine programme, making the public think that was her only form of a comeback to motorsport. Yet, one year later, a victory in the 24 Hours of Le Mans was waiting for her and former rivals, Fernando Alonso and Jenson Button. And, in for 2019, she begun sponsoring multiple young women across motorsport, mentoring those in the path to Formula One.

Important figures of the sport, old colleagues, and the public, believed Barbara would be back in the car sooner or later, but after fourteen years, she has opted for a different path. A decade-long project becomes reality in 2023, with two hot-pink cars flying on track, resembling Barbie’s old childhood drawings.

★ Malibu Racing F1 ⓒ 2023

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[theorphicangel]

Oops hi hi this is my first times sending u a prompt. Can I have Levi with “wait, you think i’m cute?” prompt?

hi hi, thank you so much for sending in a prompt! hope you like it hehe :)

summary: Levi picking you up after a long night out…

tags: drunk reader, mention of alcohol, fluffy

“Get in.”

His words were sharp, his tone of impatience more than evident to your ears. The passenger door to his car left wide open for you to climb in, his hand steadily holding the door for you. Your eyes lingered over his expression, tired and uninterested as always.

Clambering in, without any sort of balance you wonder if you had disturbed him from the quiet Friday night that he had planned. Before you had put on your seatbelt, you turned over to the passenger window, the door now shut and pulled a saddened face, waving to your friends who had stuck by you on the curb, waiting with you for Levi to pick you up.

Soon the driver’s side of the door suddenly opened and Levi climbed in, shutting the car door with a soft slam. Still waving, you miss his tut before he reaches over you, pulling over your seatbelt for you.

You’re taken by surprise when he pulls the leather material over you and your thoughts, a pool of warmth linger by your gut at his small touch, the alcohol not taking long to make you feel so touch starved.

Your boyfriend says nothing more to you before he adjusts his own seatbelt into place and starts the engine of the car. The car remains quiet between the two of you as you pull out into the main street of the bustling city, behind you can hear the noise of cars honking and right out of the window views of you can see groups of people heading for the clubs as they stumble over the crossings.

The car comes to a slow stop in front of a red light and Levi rests his head in the palm of his hand, his elbow raised on the car window. He hasn’t looked at you since, and after all these years you’ve known him you already know his answer but still ask anyway.

“Are you mad at me?” you question, your throat is raw and dry making your voice sound quiet. For a moment you think he didn’t hear you the first time and after a few seconds of re-building your confidence to try again, he cuts you off before your lips even part.

“What do you think?”

“Levi–”

“I specifically told you to be careful with how much you drink and you ignore me.”

“It was an accident!” You swore, “I–I just lost count of how many drinks Hange had given to me by then.”

He hums slowly in disbelief.

“Levi, I swear!”

The red light soon turns the green and the car inches forward slowly, picking up its speed as Levi travels down the main road. He continues to chastise you, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Now I have to drag myself out here to pick you up, all drunk and dirty.” He mutters, “And don’t try putting on that cute shit because m’ not in the mood.”

You sink back into your seat, mulling over his words melancholy until that one star phrase catches you off guard.

“Wait,” you say hesitantly, his words now setting into your mind, “You think I’m cute?”

“That’s not the point–”

“No, no, no, “ you lean over to him enthusiastically, “I want to hear more on that subject.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Barely. I have it all out of my system now that I’ve thrown up.”

“I’m not talking to you.” Levi murmurs, keeping his eyes on the road, the streetlights of the city illuminating his face each second before fading away into a shadow until the next one appears. Looking at him now, even in his angry state, you think he’s beautiful. From the arch of his brow, from the tip of his nose, to the plumpness of his soft lips that you like to kiss for hours on end. You’d like to call up his mother again and thank her for this creation.

“I think you’re cute too Levi, reallyyyy cute…” you mumbled.

He makes no reply, all too glad that it’s too dark in the car to see the tinge of pink that reaches his cheeks, stretching all the way to the tip of his ears.

Deep down, he knows that this certainly won’t be last time as this was definitely not the first. If anything it’s your sweet talking skills that manage to coax him out of his mood. For you right now? He’d let you get away with anything.

He’ll have to save his reprimand for tomorrow. Yeah…it can wait till tomorrow.

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