Assurance

male reader x Ahn Yujin

Though it was a bad decision to earn a rival's trust, you still tried despite the consequences you may face.

It was a perfect time to bring her car for a downhill mountain ride as the sun sets down into the thick clouds, the majestic sight of Seoul down from the mountain hoping if only the people down there could hear her Lancer IX roar in each pull she makes. A woman like her driving such an iconic JDM car is any guy’s dream woman, but remembering she’s one of Chaewon’s rivals is a reason not to be attached with her too much. Despite her teammates like Wonyoung, who drives a violet Rx8 or Rei who owns a R34 skyline, Yujin’s vibe is entirely a different yet unexplainable level of coolness from theirs.

She would sometimes land a glance at you amid the trip while you enjoy your moment sitting in the passenger seat -inside joke of you being called a Passenger Princess without the double ‘S’. Even with the amount of urge to look back at her wild, yet attractive visuals, you decide to ignore and pretend as if you didn’t care.

“You know you’re too dumb to think you’re safe enough to ride into someone’s car knowing the person right next to you . . . “ she pauses to give you a slow look of  disappointment. “Is someone who pointed a gun at you a while ago?”

You find yourself chuckling in her words. She’s indeed a threat, a look of someone who wouldn’t spare you nor who’d kill you with a barbecue stick possible. But for what? You think that killing you is definitely a waste of time as you don’t even serve any special purpose rather than being a male guy who beats a racer like her.  

“You’ll just waste a bullet at me I guess, plus I really imagined myself sitting inside your car. A Lancer Evo is something that would crumble my heart to be honest.” 

Your words are enough to make her look away, speechless as you sight a small curve forming into the corner of her lips afterwards. You never expect such a small compliment could make a tigress passive once again -or maybe you are just assuming too much. 

“Chaewon must have put enough steroids on your car just to beat me didn’t she?” Yujin says in a plain tone as if it was a regular thing to her. “Your car is the most bullshit thing to see in a Hakone, yet you manage to beat me with it.” After passing several curved roads, she looks at you and takes guesses of what Chaewon had inserted into your GTO. She manages to guess almost everything right -weight reduction? Right she had made a wide and long light as her Evo V, swapped engine? Yes, she made your car scream like a Skyline. Much as you want to agree, you keep yourself shut; you still don’t trust Yujin that much.

“But still, I like your car more.” You say, and she meets your eyes. You feel the car slow down, the engine gets quieter as Yujin pulls the car beside a metal railing where the view of Seoul is clearly seen. Though it may be dangerous to stop a car in the middle of a road, it’s Yujin, she never cares for the rules.

A smile forms into her lips after she chuckles, and it’s way more visible than before. It’s common to see her resting bitch face every time when it turns out that she looks prettier when she brightens up. With the gothic styled shorthair, and a ‘Tomboy’ vibe attitude, who would even expect her to achieve such a smile. You who’s lucky enough to see it, you’re here to keep it

“I never expect that the person whom I wanted to put down, is the first person who would admire my work.” Afterwhile, she hides the smile again. “Most guys would choose my teammate's car, why would you even choose mine who’s evidently plain and boring?”

“Guys have different tastes” You answer confidently. “One likes the ricers one, one likes the simple ones. I could tell that the car design reflects the driver’s personality. For me, the people who're minimalist with their design just simply love racing and keeping up with fellow racers like them while ignoring the attention of the crowd. Someone that never pretends to be a new one just for attention, and rather who’d be herself despite the criticism she may face.”

She keeps her eyes at you, finally the first moment you see her face you for a long time. And with that, a short silence fills the atmosphere before she looks down, and moves herself to face at the front. She rests both of her hands against the top of the steering wheel while she leans herself into it. 

“You okay?” You concern, even with the high urge of placing a tap on her back, you flee it away. Maybe it was your words that made her quiet for a moment, but perhaps it was not. She doesn’t seem to be the type of person who’d feel down for some sweetly dramatic words. 

She murmurs a “mhm” while her face is rested against her arms. You didn’t ask for more, you didn’t want to be the type of person who’d throw more questions because the answer wasn’t enough. Though you weren’t satisfied, her head starts to face you with tired eyes.

“Why are you so kind to me?” she says with a hint of worry. “You must be doing this on purpose. You want me to be with your team? The answer is obvious, kid, you just wasted your time”

Shaking your head in disagreement seems to confuse her more, along with the chuckle you let out. 

“Then why?”

“Because I know you’re different from your team. You’re the only rival I faced who played fairly against me . . . . someone who wouldn't try to cross the line just to beat me.” 

When a smile once again forms into her lips, your unnecessary thoughts get clear out again; the thought of her playing easy on you because she may know you’re just a one piece of a waste of time. 

“Who in their right mind would even be so confident to stay around me?” She pulls the key out from the starter knob, then opens the door. Her eyes glances at you as soon as she steps outside. “I bet you will choose to smell fresh air here rather than staying there.” and she closes the door. 

No choice, not really but she hits the right point. You follow her outside where she sits over the metal railing despite her ass getting beyond the space which she didn’t seem to care about. Her eyes widened when you left a meter of space between you and her after you sat, even with the little hint of ‘sit beside me’ you decided to act like you don’t care. Though playing hard to get didn’t last that long when she motions her head at you to sit right next to her. 

“You know Wonyoung would kill you if she sees you with me.” You remind as you rest your hands against the railing. She starts to jiggle her keys on her index finger, and in surprise she never shows any reaction to your question. 

“She wouldn’t, she’s just a brat who doesn't even have the courage to pull the trigger once you’re there.” She answers while she maintains eyes at the spinning keys. “Yeji made a really bad decision when she gave Wonyoung the control of our group.”

“Why didn’t she pick you?”

She forces a frown while she shrugs at your question. “I don’t know, I’m not even worthy to be the leader of the group. I mean Gaeul is there, she’s the eldest among us. Rei can be because she knows more about Japanese cars. There’s nothing special about me, kid. Don’t force it.”

“I’m not forcing it. I’m asking because that’s what I see about you.” You argue in a calm demeanor. You manage to catch her attention with your answer, looking at you with eyes of curiosity while it maintains the non-friendly vibe. 

“I know you’re the type of person who listens carefully, someone who’s understanding deep inside. I don’t know, I can’t explain but that’s what I see about you. I mean you had the opportunity to shoot me back at your tavern, but you decided to listen to me even if I’m part of the rivalry team.”

“How can you be so confident about it?” Yujin raises an eyebrow at you, for what she assume you can’t answer until you smile and point a finger at her.

“You just listened to my words right now. You understood every word I said.”

You manage to form a pretty smile on her lips afterwards, wider and brighter that seeing it was enough to brighten you as well. She pushes your shoulder, then closes her eyes to make a deep breath. 

“You’re really ridiculous, kid.” She sighs. 

“Believe it or not it’s fine . . .” You give out your courage to place your hand over her shoulder that immediately catches her eyes. Her eyes widens for a second, but shortly accepts it. “Just remember that there’s a person who would understand you.”

The sun has settled down and the sky has begun to turn orange which Yujin watched upon. She turns around to enjoy the beautiful skylines of Seoul a few miles below the mountain, and you accompany her as well. It feels like this was a date, yet it feels illegal as well.

When the skies turned dark, it was time to leave. Even if you wished that moment should’ve been longer, you had to accept that everything comes to an end. You stand up together as she walks first closer to her car, she suddenly turns around and throws you the car’s key which you luckily catch. 

“You like my car, right?” She chuckles and motions her head. “Show me how you can handle it.”

How lucky you are, it was a dream come true. For countless times sitting on the passenger seat, wishing your hands to be on that wheel, finally she gives you the chance to feel it. You didn’t hesitate to accept it. You rush into the driver’s door until you see multiple headlights appear from the distance that seem to head your way. Yujin notices it, and she steps outside the car right away, standing beside you.

“It’s Wonyoung.” she hisses

“Fuck, we need to leave.” Your answer didn’t seem to satisfy her. When you are about to open the door, she pulls your forearm

“That wouldn’t save you from the eyes of my team.” She faces you, and swallows, taking a deep sigh before meeting your eyes. “Make out with me.”

“What?” 

It was too late for assurance and questions when she crashes her lips into yours. Your arm that was lately in the door’s handle, is now in Yujin's grasp. She pushes you hard, the hardness of the window’s visor wasn’t enough to hurt you as you only feel Yujin’s mouth that’s dominating yours. No hesitation, no what and if’s, you accept that this is happening. She dives her tongue inside yours, her hands guiding yours into her hips where you enjoy the curvature she had. And when the approaching cars seem to get louder and closer, she starts to moan between make outs. 

Now that the car has stopped right at both of you, she starts to slow down. The sound of the door opening was the cue for her to stop, looking at your lips for a while before she turns around to face them. It was indeed Wonyoung along with the other members in each car.

“Yah, am I supposed to believe what I’m seeing?” Wonyoung scoffs, a tone of disbelief can be heard in her words. Yujin places her hand against your chest.

“It wasn’t hard to convince this asshole though.” Yujin answers, glancing at you then returning at hers. “Told you everything can be handled if you do what men really wishes for”

“Assholes” Gaeul adds while she slowly starts to lean against her Fairlady Z32’s fender. “They never changed.”

Yujin gives her a smirk. Wonyoung makes a quick peek at you -in a look of disappointment that seems to criticize your whole soul within that second- then returns her eyes to Yujin. You feel your heartbeat racing when you see the gang silent all at once, there is nowhere to escape from them especially from Wonyoung who seemed displeased.

Wonyoung rests her arm over the hood of her Rx8. “Then I’m expecting good news from you, better not waste my time.”

“Chaewon is up for nothing. But she seemed to make more cars to beat the hella out of us.” Yujin answers confidently while Wonyoung returns a loud yet cute giggle.

“Right Chaewon, that girl would do anything just to prove she’s better than everyone else.” Wonyoung rolls her eyes, and starts to open her door. “I don’t care if she’s the Seoul Tempest or what, I’m pretty sure her car would die out in the amount of curves Hanseong pass has.” Just before she enters back into her car, Wonyoung gives you another look. “Hey Y/n, once I knew you snitched on us. Remember that I know where you live, you seem to have a great family with you, hopefully you don’t disappoint them.”

Everything ends with Wonyoung giving a threat to you, and somehow it was the second time of her talking to you again. Her friends start to take their cars as the Rx8 takes the lead, roaring off into the empty road as you watch the group leave the spot- though it may seem a perfect time to finally breathe in relief, not until you realize the words Wonyoung left you before she flew off.

Yujin keeps her back at you, sighing and slowly turning around to face you when she sees her team’s presence is finally gone. From that emotionless woman you had stayed with several hours ago, now seems to disappear from this world when she turns to you with slight worry in her face.

“Sorry.” She speaks out in a mixture of disappointment and relief. “I couldn’t think of any way to save you from them.”

“It’s fine’ You force a smile, and give her a light nod. “At least it worked anyways”

His birthday k. bokuto

Remi's note: Happy birthday to my favorite owl, ily (also i wrote the sky-diving thing based on my own experience)

CW: established relationship, fluff, kinda rushed

"WOOHOO!" He screams, and you startle awake.

"W-what? Ko baby what's up?" You ask sleepily. You open your eyes, they're bleary and you're trying to comprehend what's going on right now.

"Honey get up! It's my birthday! Let's go celebrate!!" Bokuto spouts all at once. You'd think after a certain age people wouldn't care too much about their birthdays. Your husband proves you wrong because he is twenty-eight, and still excited like a two year old going to chuck-e-cheese for their birthday.

"Slow your roll, I still need to get up. I also need caffeine." You mumble. Those golden eyes watch as you sit up and blink slowly to adjust to the morning.

"Don't worry, sweetness! I already made you some (coffee or tea)!" He exclaims with a cup in his hand. How did that get there? You could have sworn that wasn't in his hand a few seconds ago.

When he hands you the mug you take a nice long sip with a loud exhale at the end. "Thanks, Ko."

"Mhm, what're you feeling today? I have a couple outfits picked out for ya!" He points to the dress where sure enough, there are three or four outfits laid out.

"Where are we going? You seem to wanna get a move on." The one thing that you never understood was why Bokuto wanted to spoil you on his birthday. He always takes you places and buys you stuff. He says 'seeing you happy makes me happy, and that's all I want for my birthday.'

Every year he tells you not to get him anything besides your love. Which is cheesy. You got him something.

This actually took a long time to plan because you had to think of something he wouldn't expect. Kuroo played a role in your surprise gift.

"Yeah I do. We're driving two hours today. The sooner we get there the better." You look at him in disbelief.

"Kotaro Bokuto." You say sternly.

"I promise this time it's gonna be something I wanna do." That's what he's said in the past and it was never true.

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He watched you go through you're daily routine, smiling at every little thing. He was over excited about helping you with little things like slipping your shoes on or setting the timer so your makeup could dry.

You guys where ready to go around nine am. Bokuto stopped by his favorite restaurant to get breakfast to go for the ride.

"These burritos never fail!!" He exaggerates with a loud moan as he takes another huge bite.

"You are a piece of work." You sigh with a smile taking a bite out of your own burrito.

Throughout the ride Bokuto plays songs you used to listen to when he first met you. He purposely sung off key just to piss you off make you laugh.

He wanted to play road-trip games but you had to remind him countless times that he was DRIVING so he can't play road-trip games.

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You really had no clue where he'd brought you. The place looked empty based on the amount of cars present in the parking lot. Before you can even process it, he opens your car door, "Come on honey, don't wanna be late."

Your hands are intertwined and he guides you into a small white building.

"I brought you to an indoor sky-diving place because I'm too scared to actually sky-dive, yet." He explains, a grin crosses your face when he mentions real sky-diving.

"Let's do it then!" You say excitedly.

Bokuto checks you two in for your reservation. The instructor takes you two back to a little room to teach you the basics of indoor sky-diving. She says it's similar to outdoor sky-diving. She shows you the three hand signals you'll need to know so the operate can know how you're feeling.

Once you two have grasped the concept so she brings you to the sky-diving area. Bokuto goes first, he looks so cute and funny swinging his legs all around in the glass cylinder trying to remember what the woman had taught him.

"Baby look! I'm flying!" He yells trying to flap like a bird, which messes up his flow and causes him to bump into the glass wall. Your giggle goes unnoticed as he exists the glass when the air stops flowing.

"Mrs. Bokuto, you're up!" The operator yells. After checking your helmet once more you're stepping into the cylinder.

Over all the experience was quite fun and you got some good pictures of your husband being silly.

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When you arrived home, you put your hand over Bokuto's eyes in order to keep him from looking.

You motion to Kuroo who is already in you're house looking at you waiting for the signal.

"Okay Ko, open them up!" He opens his eyes and you remove your hand. Standing round your kitchen table is Tsukki, Kuroo, Akaashi, Kenma, Atsumu, Hinata, and surprisingly Sakusa.

"Happy birthday!!" They all say in unison.

"I wanted you to celebrate with your friends, so outside I set up the net so you guys can play a few rounds of volleyball." You say meekly with a huge smile plastered on your face.

"Babyyyyyy." Bokuto drags out with a smile.

"Thank you so much! Come on guys! Let's go play some volleyball before it gets super late!" Bokuto kisses you. When he detaches his lips from you, he grabs your arm and drags you out to come play volleyball with all his friends.

Hi.

I’m working on coming back to the world of fic writing after a very long hiatus. TLDR I got sober and had a baby and my perspective on the whole world changed, as it does. So if you’ve liked my fics in the past, I’m sorry I’ve been MIA for so long. Here’s a teaser of what I’m working on right now. It’s called State Lines.

“there’s no such thing as a clean break when your heart starts bleeding out.” - chance peña

Day 1

She sold her penthouse and bought the car. A gray sedan, plenty of room for all of the belongings she cared enough to travel with. Nothing flashy, something reliable and low maintenance that wouldn’t call too much attention to her presence as she made her escape. All that mattered to her was that the car’s suspension wasn’t impacted by all of the emotional weight she was bringing with her on this journey to nowhere. She should have said something, she knows that. But what do you say when you’re leaving everything and everyone behind?

She didn’t know where she was going, not that it really mattered. She’d been driving for two days, only stopping for gas and compulsory restroom and food breaks. The more distance she could place between herself and blonde haired blue eyed loves of her life, the better. So she drove, vaguely eastbound with stinging eyes and an aching heart.

Miles passed and the road lines started to feel like metaphors, lines in the proverbial sand. Endless expanses of pavement and exit signs beckoned her forward, the promise of anonymity and rebirth lingering somewhere on the horizon as she drove. As her old life burned to cinders behind her, she felt less like a phoenix and more like a nondescript speck of ash, floating aimlessly on the wind. And maybe that’s all she was now, without her.

Day 3

By day three, Lena had to stop to sleep. She’d pushed herself as far as she could, coffee and disgustingly sweet energy drinks sustaining her only to the point of blurred vision and shaking hands. So she found a slightly innocuous looking hotel a few miles off the highway in northern Texas, pulling her borrowed (now stolen) NCU baseball cap down as far as it would go to obscure her features as she checked in. It helped, she supposed, that the kid behind the counter couldn’t drag his eyes away from the football game he was watching long enough to look her in the eye, so being recognized wasn’t an issue. She paid for the room in cash, as she had with everything else on this trip, and she tipped the boy an extra $100 bill to ensure housekeeping left the room alone until she’d checked out. Leaving a paper trail would defeat the purpose of a clean break, and she couldn’t risk being recognized by a well-meaning staffer trying to offer more towels.

In the safety of a locked hotel room, Lena took her hair down and tossed the duffle bag on the bed. It was getting dark out, and she closed the heavy curtains to keep her eyes from searching the clear sky for familiar streaks of red and blue. It was only a matter of time, she knew, before her absence would become obvious. She’d left LCorp on sabbatical, leaving Sam at the helm for the time being, vaguely committing to take the reins again sometime in the future. Her new phone was blissfully quiet, Sam and Jess the only two she trusted with the number. News alerts about superheroes and aliens and secret government agencies were disabled, and all that graced her lock screen was a stock photo of some rainy trees.

As she sat down on the bed, exhaustion starting to settle into every nerve, she couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she got here. Not physically, that was obvious. She bought a car and drove for three straight days until she realized she was endangering the other drivers (though there’d been very few) by continuing on like this. She just didn’t trust herself to keep going without rest, so here she was, in a Hilton hotel in fucking Lubbock, of all places. Trust. That’s what this all boiled down to, wasn’t it? Misplaced trust, betrayal of trust, lack of trust where it was dutifully earned with literal blood, sweat and tears. Trust, broken and shattered and disintegrated in one fell swoop with her former favorite person’s too-little-too-late confession.

- When You’re Driving - Stray Kids Reactions

Stray Kids reaction when you drive the car

Stray Kids! (Boyfriend) x Reader!

- Fluff -

Word Count - 1k+

I know saying “drive” sounds weird but it’s literal car driving-

(Not capitalized on purpose)

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♡CHAN♡

chan would definitely help with the navigation. always telling you which ways to turn the car and such. he’s so overprotective over you, he’s always lecturing you when you take your eyes off the road for a split second. “hey hey hey! look at the road babe!” in a concerned boyfriend tone. the only time he won’t ever kiss you is in the car because he demands you focus where your steering. (it pains him so much to reject your kisses omgg) he can’t imagine anything bad happening to you so dad mode is activated when you’re driving.

♡MINHO♡

minho is terrified of your driving. he will literally grab onto the hand holder until his knuckles become white with widened eyes. always convinced you’re going to crash into something. “Y/N! be careful, you’re gonna kill us!” in a whiny voice. claiming he’s petrified for life after experiencing your driving. “this is in my nightmares!” he exclaims with a pouty face. always attentive in the car looking like a nervous kitty. it’s cute though.. so you don’t mind.

♡CHANGBIN♡

changbin never wants you to drive saying you’re always “too tired” or “too precious”. he caves after you keep insisting, repeatedly telling you he’ll “make it up to you”. while you’re driving he’s always asking questions such as “baby, are you hungry?” “i can drive if you want?” you laugh it off responding with a “bin, it’s okay! stop worrying so much!” he playfully scowls at you, reaching his hand over to caress your cheek, rubbing soft circles on your skin. “fine but just tell me when you’re tired!” he urges.

♡HYUNJIN♡

hyunjin is a music machine. always playing music on the car’s bluetooth speakers. doesn’t even pay attention to the road, just to his music! “baby! have you heard blackpinks new song yet?” proceeds to play it even if you have.. sings along in his angelic voice. who needs autotune when you have hyunjin? your favorite thing in the world is listening to hyunjin’s raw vocals in the car. especially on road trips where you get to enjoy his voice for an extra long time. of course, you sing along with him. your soft voice plus his soft voice is literal heaven. “ooh! i love this song!” probably the most common phrase you hear from him in the car..

♡JISUNG♡

jisung would for sure be a car sleeper. falling asleep even on the shortest drives. honestly, it’s one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen. his head bobbing up and down with the movement of the car, the soundless ride lulling him to a deep slumber. you don’t even realize it until you try asking your boyfriend a question. after being met with silence, you lean forward to find his head laying on the headrest, mouth agape. giggling, you focus your eyes back on the road, enjoying the soft snores you hear from the passenger seat. falling asleep for jisung was a pretty easy task but waking him up was the real struggle. it starts off with an almost whispered voice repeating “jisung” while lightly shaking his body. he’ll twist and turn a bit but remain in his nap no matter how many times his name is called. absolutely nothing will wake this man up. not until you press a light kiss to his cheek. all of a sudden this boy is up and awake like nothing happened. “rise and shine ji~” you tease.

♡FELIX♡

the literal opposite of chan, constantly kissing you in the car whether you ask for it or not. he loves to sneak in a quick kiss on the lips, complaining that you’re never kissing him long enough. “‘lix, i can’t kiss you for that long! i’m focusing on not killing us!” you retort, giggling at the cute aussie. he lets out a few incoherent whines before taking your unoccupied hand in his and playing with your rings and fingers. he talks with you throughout the whole car ride, or at least most of it.., snuggling into your hoodie which you normally leave in the backseat. “it smells nice” he hums in content, wrapping himself around the warm material. if it’s a long drive, he’s out like a light within a few hours, using your soft hoodie as a blanket. he can’t help it.. his eyes droop shut in the comfort of his girlfriends lingering scent still left on the warm fabric.

♡SEUNGMIN♡

seungmin is the definition of a distraction. an adorable one at that. he finds joy in bothering and teasing you whenever you’re driving. you think of it as a way to clear his boredom, by annoying the living daylights out of you. he barks in your face, makes his iconic “gAaHh” sounds, makes weird sound effects, and anything else you can think of. it’s always the classic “baby! i’m so bored~” and “when are we getting there?!” that escape his pink lips. nevertheless, the car is filled with jokes and giggles from the both of you the entire time..

♡JEONGIN♡

normally a pretty composed boy on most occasions but when it comes to long car rides.. that’s another story. this mischievous fox is pure chaos in the car. whether he’s shouting, singing loudly, or complaining, he’s always managing to drive you insane. he’s so energetic that he even tires himself out. he’s pretty normal during shorter rides but if it’s anything over an hour he’s buzzing with liveliness. limiting his use of sugar and caffeine before the trip won’t do anything.. his body is just full of natural energy. “yah! i.n can you just go to sleep or something!?” you question, not actually mad at the adorable boy. “no babyy! i don’t sleep in car rides that’s for little kids!” he retorts. sooner or later, he crashes into a deep sleep without a word. you wont lie this is arguably your favorite part of the car ride. well it’s the only time where there’s actual piece and quiet with jeongin.. though, his sleeping state is a pretty adorable sight. him nestled up in his seat with his knees pulled up to his chest, his messy hair, and his relaxed face. whenever he awakes you always tease him with “i thought sleeping was for little kids~” receiving a pout in return and a playful hit to your arm.

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These are based off of what I think they would do😅

Have a sunshine day! ✿

ok, so I have had this on my mind and i have not been able to get it out. I have literally had multiple dream about this smutty prompt with Neighbor Robin x reader:

So the reader invites their neighbor/girlfriend Robin on a camping/Road trip with Steve and Nancy, and she decides to tag along with them. While in the car Steve is driving and Nancy is in the passenger seat and they are talking up a storm with the radio on, and reader and Neighbor Robin are in the back seats next to each other under a blanket and Robin’s hand “accidentally” sneaks underneath the readers shirt leading to the opening of her jeans. And Robin starts fingering the reader. Thrusting her fingers in and out while she whispers, “You have to be quiet baby, we don’t want them hearing how much of a slut you are, now do we.” And the reader tries so hard to contain themselves that tears start dripping down their face. As they quickly wipe away the tears and take a few deep breathes as they pull up to the campsite. And as Steve and Nancy start to open the trunk of the car to unpack the luggage and tents, the reader plants a quick kiss on Robin’s cheeks as they rush out of the car to help unpack.

Please write about this it would be amazing for me. And I adore your writing. Thank you so much!!! 😊

neighbor!robin x reader (implied ronance x reader) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1510

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+), semi-public sex, fingering, praise kink, implied threesome at the end??

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay so for the purpose of the neighbor!robin au, nancy & steve are platonic with a capital p since nancy & robin sort of have a thing going on with the reader...i hope you don't mind anon

the car ride is a peaceful and fun one. if you're being honest, you did not quite expect this. sharing the backseat with robin for multiple hours didn't seem like something that was possible without any disruptions. and yet, to your own surprise, things went smoothly for a long time. steve had chosen to drive and so nancy is on the passenger's seat and you and your girlfriend have the spacious backseat all to yourself. you started your little road trip earlier this morning and you had slept for some part of the ride, your blanket still covering your lower half while you're leaning against her. with steve and nancy currently fighting over a song that is playing on the radio (one that steve considers the greatest of the century while nancy can only roll her eyes at it), robin uses their inattentiveness to brush your hair out of your face. she takes one strand and starts wrapping it around her finger softly. "you're so pretty, you know?" she whispers against the back of your head. you're leaning against her sideways, legs stretched out over the one empty seat left. you hum and close your eyes for a second, feeling the sun on your face and her strong body behind yours. this, as it seems, is enough of a chance for her. her finger slips away from your hair and she uses her other hand to carefully lift the blanket and run it underneath. you open one single eye at that, trying to catch a glimpse of her face. "robin..." you murmur, a quiet warning that steve and nancy seem to miss completely. "what?" she replies, her voice hoarse. you shake your head slightly in disbelief and chuckle but allow her to roam your body freely. her fingers run over your chest and you shiver. you chose to ditch your bra for the ride and her fingertips find your nipples immediately. with nothing but a thin layer of clothing between your body and her touch, you fight back the urge to gasp. "help us out with this y/n" nancy's voice snaps you back to reality. your head hazily turns in her direction and you find her looking at both of you already. part of you expects robin to stop but of course, she does not. of course, her fingers slightly pinch your already hardened nipples between them. of course, you can feel her chuckle against you when your body tenses up against her in ways that only she can feel. "s-sure" you manage. "alright so-" and then she falls into a monologue about steve's taste in music and how he obviously has no clue what he's talking about and so on and soo on. there is seemingly no and in sight which robin makes great use of. while the brunette is still talking, her fingers let go on your chest and begin to go lower. the blanket covers it all up and no one notices nor hears when robin slowly starts undoing your pants, pushing each button through its hole slowly. nancy's voice and the volume of the radio are doing a great job in concealing any and all noise caused by her actions. robin's skilled fingers push past the waistband of her boxer's you're wearing beneath. they're wide enough for her to easily slip her hand underneath them. your legs immediately spread a little wider and you try your best to muster a somewhat neutral look for nancy, who is still talking while her gaze keeps wandering back and forth between you, robin and steve. robin's fingers forming a v-shape and parting your lips for her has you biting your tongue in order to keep your mouth closed. if it wasn't for nancy's talking, the wet noise would've echoed through the whole car.

you reach out and grab her wrist, right over the place where it disappears down your pants, to somehow steady yourself. "so?" nancy speaks "what do you think?" "i- uhm- i think you're right...?" you hate how uncertain you sound but you haven't heard half of what she said and with robin stroking you underneath the blanket, this is the closest to an answer you can give her. she seems satisfied though and turns back to steve. another discussion ensues almost immediately. one that gives robin the opportunity to gently whisper: "you want this, hm?" your back arches slightly, not enough to be visible but just enough for robin to feel it. "so bad i-" you can not finish your sentence though because that's when robin pushes two fingers into you and all of your focus goes to not making any obvious noise. you exhale through your nose with an obvious shake in your breath and she chuckles behind you. "like that?" you shake your head. this is not nearly enough. you can't stop the want anymore, burning hot in your veins, regardless of the fact that you're not alone in the car. "more" you whisper and tilt your head back to meet her eyes "please" she looks down at you and bites her lips at the same time as she starts thrusting into you softly. your grip around her wrist tightens and your lashes flutter. this is much closer to what you need already. she runs her other hand through your hair and down your back softly, soothing you as she whispers sweet nothings right into your ear. "so good, take me so well..." you know you won't last long like this. only the thrill of all this has your lower abdomen coiling but robin's words only make it harder. after another minute or so, your shuffle backwards slightly so that you're pressed up against her further. like this, you can nuzzle her neck with your lips right below her earlobe if you turn your head just right. "robin" you whine quietly, your lips parted and a steady flow of pants falling from them. "you have to be quiet baby, we don’t want them hearing how much of a slut you are, now do we?"

these words alone send another wave of heat straight down to your center. "please" the stimulation is so much and yet it is not nearly enough. you need more and you know it. still, it feels so good. the way she is fucking you has pleasure rushing through your entire body and tears forming in your eyes. "answer me" robin hisses, synchronized with her thumb circling your clit. "f-fuck...no. no i- i don't want them to hear..." you've never been more thankful for a fight about the songs on the radio than you are now. steve and nancy both way too occupied with that to notice what is happening in the backseat. "good girl" she praises "so you gotta keep it really quiet for me when you cum, alright? can you do that?" immediately, you nod. your hips are already rolling with each thrust, impatiently awaiting your release. robin's other arm wraps around you, knowing that she's gonna have to steady you, while she picks up the pace of her fingers inside of you. "cum for me" she breathes. and, after just another flick of her thumb, you do. you cum all around her fingers, leaning your head against her neck to hide your face. the pleasure has your legs shaking under the blanket but robin holds you tight enough that it goes unnoticed. it's an intense orgasm nonetheless and you're thankful to have her neck over your mouth when the aftershocks of it have you whimpering in overstimulation. ⋆ later that night, long after you have pulled up at the campsite (robin's fingers still covered in your slick and the stream of tears still visible on your face) and you had a couple of seconds alone in the car, nancy and steve getting out to start unpacking, you had placed a quick kiss to her lips. "i can't wait to get you alone later" she had whispered. now, alone had come, at least you thought it had. you're straddling robin's lap in the darkness of your tent, rolling your hips against her lap in search of friction while she's kissing your lips sore. she has taken off your shirt already, your chest on full display for her. that is when you hear the noise of the zipper to your tent. you freeze but robin seems a lot less surprised. it's long past midnight and you wouldn't know who to expect this late. when you turn your head, you visibly relax. nancy is crawling inside before closing the zipper again. "having fun without me i see?" she bites her tongue and robin chuckles. she knows. she must have known all along.

but you don't have time to comprehend it because the other woman slowly approaches from behind and runs her palms up your back. "this okay?" she whispers and you nod breathlessly. you throw your head back when she starts kissing up your spine, both hands now resting on your waist. this is gonna be a long night, that's for sure.

👀👀 just read your answer to my question and I'm excited to send a prompt 😌 StarkerFestivals is having a starkercest Winter Bingo so I randomly picked one and got Somnophilia. So somnophilia and starkercest 😈

WAAAH I’m sorry this took so long!! But THANK YOU for this prompt I loved writing every moment 😩❤️‍🔥

Warning: Dubious consent -> full consent, daddy kink, incest

Word Count: 4,328

It’s no secret how much Tony loves his boy, his only son from a once successful marriage. Peter was his pride and joy, especially after he’d won full custody over him years prior. Peter was 18 now and Tony had realized a few things as he’d watched his son grow. Tony supposed it was a mixture of being single and practically celibate for so long, having been focused solely on caring for Peter and giving him the best life he could. Spending so much of his time with his son had turned his innocent, fatherly love into something of a monster, something like infatuation and lust when he looked at his beautiful pale skin and dark brown eyes. Tony had had the pleasure of watching Peter grow into himself, watching as his voice dropped and his muscles grew in, as the goofy preteen turned into a mature young adult.

Tony had never intended to let those feelings be known, not to anyone, especially not Peter. He also never intended to act upon those feelings. That’s why he found himself in a precarious position, pressed up against his son’s backside in a hotel bed. They were halfway through a road trip to the Grand Canyon, resting for the night before they spent the whole day driving and sightseeing. Tony had internally cursed the front desk lady when she informed them that the only room available had just one bed. It’s not like he didn’t trust himself to sleep next to Peter, but the separation sure helped.

Tony had been fine up until their actual bedtime. He’d put himself a respectable distance from Peter and closed his eyes tight, hoping if he fell asleep fast enough he could forego the fantasies that usually plagued him before bed. He was wrong, dead wrong, because Peter seemed to have some ideas of his own, completely oblivious to the way his own father desired him. Tony hadn’t realized how weak he was. He couldn’t believe all it took was sharing a bed to get him to throw all of his morals out the window.

Peter was blissfully unaware of Tony’s feelings, full of genuine love for his dad. He loved how close they were and loved how spoiled Tony kept him. It wasn’t surprising when the younger boy scooted his butt back against his dad, wanting to feel his warmth behind him on such a cold night. “So cold in here,” he muttered, already sleepy as he pulled the sheets up to his chin. To Peter, this kind of affection was normal, never did he think the simple act of love meant something completely different for his dad.

Tony’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip to prevent any noises from escaping him. Peter had no idea what he was doing to him. Tony wanted to be a good man, ached to be better than he was, but even he was human. He couldn’t help the wonderful, tingly feeling he felt as Peter settled near, ass pressed to his groin. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” Tony said in return, barely stopping himself from snaking an arm around his son’s waist, keeping him even closer. God, Tony felt like such a creep, but he was in heaven, nose pressed into Peter’s hair and bodies meeting warmly. Tony splayed his hand out over Peter’s stomach on top of his shirt, offering even more warmth. His skin flushed when he felt Peter put his hand on top of his, much smaller compared to his. Tony briefly wondered if Peter knew, if he was egging him on purposely. Tony knew that was a ridiculous thought, but it made him feel a little better, the small chance. His nerves were calmed by the sounds of Peter’s deep, even breathing, a sign that he was slowly falling asleep. It was only when he heard the softest snore come from Peter that he relaxed a bit, pressing him tighter against him, already feeling his cock swell against Peter’s ass.

“Pete,” he whispered, testing the waters. Peter didn’t respond. Tony was trying to stall himself from going any further, reminding himself that Peter didn’t want him in the same way, that touching his son while he slept would be one the worse, more illegal, morally dubious things he’s done. Peter’s silence beckoned, though. Tony had no other excuse to be this close to Peter usually, now was his chance to get a taste of his little boy. Tony made sure to go slow as he pressed on, the hand on Peter’s stomach finding the hem of his shirt, gently pushing underneath it so he could feel his bare skin. He made sure to stay there for a while, drawing invisible patterns on his tummy, hyping himself up for his next move. Tony had never been so close to him before, had never gotten to touch such an intimate part of him— it was driving the older man mad. Tony assured himself he’d gone mad long ago, when he first started imagining Peter underneath him. Tony’s mind was running wild with what he could do, how far he could touch before Peter woke up. His fingertips were centimeters from the waistband of Peter’s sweats, he could easily slide his hand down and touch him where he wanted him the most.

It took an embarrassingly small amount of time to decide that that was exactly what he would be doing. Whatever repercussion waited for him after this would be worth it. Tony pressed soft kisses to Peter’s shoulder, soothing the sleeping boy as he finally took the leap, finally pushed his fingers past his sweats and his boxers. Peter still hadn’t stirred, though his breaths did change, which prompted Tony to stop, just inches from Peter’s cock. A minute passed and Peter didn’t move, so Tony proceeded. His fingers wrapped around his cock gingerly, just feeling the weight of it for a moment, closing his eyes momentarily so he could savor the feeling. Tony stroked at an agonizingly slow pace, knowing he needed to do his best to keep Peter asleep.

Peter let out a soft noise in his sleep, something between a hum and a mewl. Tony trailed a few more kisses up his neck, feeling how warm Peter got against him. Peter was almost fully hard in his hand, the older man letting go briefly so he could push his pants down a little lower, slipping it out from its confines. Tony’s fingers trailed up the length to spread the sticky precome that formed at the tip, eliciting another noise from Peter. Tony couldn’t hide his arousal anymore as he pressed his hips forward, grinding against Peter in tandem with his strokes.

It was the feeling of Tony grinding into him that ended waking Peter up, the situation taking a few seconds to settle in his brain. Peter was still groggy as he started to register the fact that someone was touching him. He almost closed his eyes and let the feeling continue, nearly chalking it up to some vivid dream, though it only took him a moment to realize how real it felt, and another second to realize that the only person who could’ve been doing this was his dad. His dad, Peter realized, was currently jacking him off. Peter’s eyes widened and he gasped, trying to pull away and being forced back into his position with an even stronger grip. “D-Dad?” He questioned. “What are you-“ Peter tried to speak, it coming out quite shaky, stopped by the feeling of his dad’s hand going faster. “Stop,” he begged softly, throwing his head back against Tony’s shoulder and moaning again. The horrible thing was, that it felt good. He’d never been touched by someone with such big, calloused hands, never by someone who knew what they were doing. “Dad,” he moaned again, nails digging bluntly into Tony’s arm and trying to push him off.

Tony should’ve stopped at the first signs that Peter was waking up. He should’ve never let himself get this far. Something about the begging did something to him, made him burn with his need. He wouldn’t be stopping until he got what he wanted. “Keep begging,” Tony whispered, breath fanning over his ear.

Peter’s jaw was dropped wide in a silent moan, breathing harshly as Tony went faster. He couldn’t explain the pleasure and the lack of disgust he felt. It was a terrifying and conflicting feeling. It was hard to concentrate on anything but the fist around his cock, especially when he was still coming out of his sleep and struggling to understand what was happening. “Please, please,” he babbled, unintentionally bucking his hips forward to chase the pleasure. He wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore, didn’t know whether he wanted his dad a million miles away from him or if he wanted him to keep going, to let his own father give him an orgasm. The thought did make Peter’s stomach turn, but the way his dad was making him feel was undeniable.

“Daddy’s hands feel good, don’t they?” Tony asked softly, feeling Peter shiver against him, the younger boy struggling less and less in his grip.

Peter didn’t say anything, flushing deeply and stopping himself from moving so much, so close to coming all over himself. Instead, Peter nodded his head, silently surrendering to his father’s tirade on his body. It was pointless to fight, Peter realized. He couldn’t break away from Tony’s strong grip on him. Peter wasn’t sure he wanted it to stop, anyway. “Gonna make me come,” he said pitifully.

Tony would’ve kept going, but he had so much more planned for his boy, didn’t want to spoil all the fun just yet. He slowed down his hand and fully let go of him, pulling away so he could climb on top of Peter. “Not yet,” Tony murmured, hands gripping Peter’s sweats and boxers and pulling them down all the way, happy that he was letting him do as he pleased. “I’m not your first, am I?” He asked curiously, leaving Peter in his oversized shirt, Tony’s shirt, borrowed from him because he wanted to be cozy. Tony left it on for a reason, just to be able to fantasize about how cute Peter looked in it.

Tears had sprung to Peter’s eyes when Tony let go, so overwhelmed and disappointed that he didn’t get to finish yet. He was sure he looked pathetic as he stared up at his dad, not putting up more of a fight against him. The question made his eyes water a little more. Was he really going to let his father do this? Peter knew his answer already. He was too curious, in too deep with his acceptance of the situation. “N-No,” Peter mumbled. His eyes widened as he watched his dad take his own shirt off and pull down his sweats, revealing his girthy length and muscular torso. “Dad, I don’t- Uh, I don’t know about this,” Peter pleaded, closing his knees a bit, trying to get Tony to ease off. He couldn’t be serious, that thing would break him in half. Peter had never had something so big inside of him.

“What, are you scared?” Tony teased and reached down to stroke himself, already hard and standing at attention, even more turned on by the mixture of fear and curiosity on Peter’s face. “You know I’d never hurt you, Pete. I love you so much,” Tony insisted, using his free hand to gently pry Peter’s legs apart again, scooting up to occupy the space between them.

Peter was speechless, eyes glued to Tony’s hand as he stroked himself, scared at how his dad sounded, so sure of himself. “I know, but…” Peter trailed off, caught off guard when his dad leaned in to kiss him, cutting him off.

Tony pressed their mouths together hotly, obsessed with how pliant Peter had become in just a few minutes. He could feel the way Peter relaxed against him, feeling the younger boy’s hands grabbing his shoulders for leverage. “Who taught you how to kiss like that?” he purred, diving back into another kiss, this time pushing his tongue into Peter’s mouth, languidly gliding against his.

Peter’s cock twitched as he was kissed, mewling against Tony’s mouth. His dad tasted like toothpaste, the one they’d both used right before bed. “Dad,” he whimpered, feeling Tony’s stubbly face rubbing against him as he kissed his neck. “Daddy,” Peter sighed. It felt strange to call him that, something he hadn’t called his dad since he was quite young, but it slipped out before he could help himself.

Tony felt something close to euphoria when Peter called him ‘daddy’, the older man smiling wide. He pulled away slightly, just to stare at the pretty boy beneath him. “Good boy, you learn fast,” He praised, reaching up to nudge his pointer and middle finger against Peter’s lips. Tony had never felt more in love as he watched Peter obediently open his mouth and suck on his fingers, knowing exactly what he wanted without him even asking. “You’re perfect, you know that?” Tony purred.

Peter flushed at the praise, his tongue swirling around his dad’s fingers. It was starting to get to him, the way his dad was talking. It made his heart swell, in a weird way, to witness how much his dad wanted him. He’d never considered doing something like this with Tony, but his dad was making it easy to give in. Peter pulled off of his fingers and tried to catch his breath, preparing himself mentally as Tony’s hand disappeared between them, finding his entrance and rubbing the spit around the tight ring of muscle, making Peter jolt in surprise. It wasn’t his first time, but it was his first time with someone like Tony. His dad was rugged and handsome, knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it, too smart for his own good. He found comfort in the fact, knowing that he’d be well taken care of, even if this was sprung on him. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” Peter said shakily, eyebrows furrowing as he felt Tony press a finger into him, trying to relax.

Tony looked up at Peter and leaned down to kiss his cheek, curling his finger as it slid into him, pushing it in and out of him. “You don’t think so?” Tony asked with a smirk, already working on getting his second finger inside of him. “Daddy will make it fit, then.”

The promise sent a shiver down Peter’s spine, just imagining how it would feel to get filled up by him. He would never admit to him that it turned him on, hearing that kind of talk. Peter let out a soft moan as his dad scissored his fingers in and out of him, the younger boy relaxing against the bed sheets as he got used to the feeling. “Did you take me on this trip just to do this?” Peter asked suddenly, eyes closing as he felt Tony push in a third finger. “You could’ve just-“ Peter paused when he felt his dad press against his sweet spot, angling his hips to try and recreate the feeling. “Could’ve just asked me,” he insisted.

“No, it wasn’t a part of the plan,” Tony admitted. He knew he’d tapped into something wonderful when Peter chased his hand with his hips, the older man curling his fingers again and pressing up into that bundle of nerves. “You wouldn’t have said yes,” Tony refuted, raising a brow and increasing his pace just slightly, glancing down to see how much precome Peter was leaking, ruining his favorite band shirt. “Had to show you, or you’d never agree.”

Peter couldn’t concentrate on what his dad was saying, being brought so close to an orgasm yet again. “Not many people are into the idea of fucking their dads,” he whined, looking up at Tony pleadingly, hoping he’d let him come this time.

“But you are now, right?” Tony asked with a soft chuckle, kissing Peter again, his heart racing as Peter kissed back. Tony made sure to slow his pace before pulling his fingers out, spitting in his hand to lube himself up. “And it’ll be the best you’ve ever had,” Tony promised.

Peter pulled away from the kiss feeling a renewed sense of clarity, knowing in his heart of hearts that his dad was right. Of course, he would’ve never agreed to this, but he saw the light now. He could see how much his dad truly cared, how much he wanted to love him, all of him. “Be gentle, daddy,” Peter muttered softly, biting his lip harshly as Tony rubbed the tip against his entrance. Peter felt like he was short-circuiting as Tony pushed into him. The stretch felt impossible, and the pace was even slower. “Fuck, dad,” he huffed, arching up into him as he tried to accommodate him.

Tony had a hand on Peter’s hip to keep him steady, while the other guided his cock, doing quite a good job at keeping his cool for how turned on he was. This was the stuff of dreams, he’d never thought he’d get to have Peter like this. “Language,” Tony scolded playfully, getting himself about halfway in before he paused to give Peter time to adjust. “You feel so good, Peter, so tight for me,” he sighed, the hand on his hip moving up under his son’s shirt so he could feel the soft, sculpted muscles.

Peter tried hard to regulate his breathing, one hand gripping the sheets tightly and the other wrapped around Tony’s wrist, the one that was touching him all over, digging his nails into him so he wouldn’t go so fast. Peter finally mustered up the courage to look up at his dad’s face, looking at him with such an intensity that Peter almost had to break eye contact, but he persevered, bringing his hand up to cup his dad’s stubbly cheek. He pulled him down for another deep kiss and only pulled away to say, “Fuck me,” defying Tony’s earlier insistence about his language.

Tony knew, after hearing Peter talk to him like that, he would never be satisfied. How could he be? Peter was his everything, he’d never get enough. It was just too good. Tony obliged before he could respond in words by moving his grip to the backs of Peter’s thighs, pushing his legs forward so his feet could rest on his shoulders. Tony knew this angle would drive his little boy crazy. The older man’s hips pulled back, before snapping forward, setting a harsh pace, one that made sweet little sounds escape Peter with each thrust.

Tony was right about him being the best he would ever have, Peter’s whole body was on fire as his dad started to fuck him, really fuck him, offering no mercy or empathy, forcing his small, lithe body to take him over and over. “Daddy,” he squeaked, voice shaky with the rhythm of his thrusts. He could feel Tony hitting his sweet spot over and over, making it quite difficult to contain himself. Peter tried to grab the sheets beneath them to keep himself in place, the power of the thrusts moving him slightly up the bed.

Tony concentrated hard on keeping a steady pace, soft grunts escaping him at the feeling of Peter’s walls squeezing around him, inviting him in. Peter looked so beautiful with his dick inside of him, an image of bliss and love and struggle. “Come on, don’t be shy, Petey, let everyone know who you belong to,” Tony growled. He loved every noise that came out of him and wanted so much more, wanted for Peter to scream and declare his devotion to him.

Peter felt like his brain was mush, not able to form coherent thoughts, clouded completely with pleasure and small spikes of pain that only made him more sensitive. “Daddy- I belong to daddy,” he babbled, throwing his head back when he felt the coil in his tummy start to tighten already. If Peter was being completely honest, he didn’t want Tony to ever stop, to prolong the amazing feeling inside him, but he’d been denied two orgasms already. He knew he wouldn’t last long doing this. “Would you be mad at me if I came, daddy?” He asked softly, turning up the sweetness for Tony, which he knew he would like.

The question made Tony wonder if he could make Peter come more than once. He supposed it was the kind thing to do, to assure his son that no, he wouldn’t be mad, especially after being so mean and preventing his earlier orgasms. “No, baby. You can come,” he said with a smile. “I’ll have to reward you for asking first,” Tony praised.

Peter felt a wave of relief hit him when he got his dad’s permission to come. “Gonna ruin your shirt, I’m sorry,” he huffed out, mere moments before the younger boy was tensing and shooting long strands of come up his chest, spattering all up his shirt and the band logo on it. “Fuck,” he moaned, looking down at the mess he’d made and then up at Tony. His dad didn’t stop even as his orgasm rushed through him, making him sensitive to the stimulation. Peter had never pushed himself past one orgasm before.

Tony was slightly obsessed with the poetry of it all, making Peter come while wearing one of his shirts. “I love you,” he declared as he watched, feeling Peter’s thighs shake as he kept pounding into him, lewd noises coming from between them. “Love you like this, love you so much.” Tony couldn’t help himself, he had to say the truth and admit how in love he felt.

Peter arched up as he was fucked into oblivion, only being brought back to Earth by Tony’s genuine words. It made his heart beat fast in anticipation, in fear, in happiness. Peter didn’t know what that meant for them, loving each other in this way. He didn’t dwell on the thought, mostly because his dad’s noises were increasing in frequency, getting louder, signaling his own end was coming soon. “Gonna come inside me?” He asked breathlessly. Peter had only ever fantasized about someone coming inside of him, but the idea of having his dad be his first made his body flush and his entrance squeeze around Tony in excitement.

The question only made Tony want to reach his end faster. He didn’t think Peter would actually let him come inside of him, but by the looks of it, that’s what he wanted. He could see it on his face how excited he was at the prospect of him filling him up. His son was a slut, a shameless one, and he loved that fact. “You want my load, huh?” Tony egged on. “Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“Please, come inside me, daddy,” Peter begged. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?” He countered, hoping his dad could find the humor in it and give him what he wanted.

“You have, Petey, so good for me,” Tony groaned. It only took him a few more thrusts before his hips stuttered, pushing all the way into him just to spew his load inside of him, ensuring that not one drop escaped.

The feeling of Tony filling him up had Peter letting out another soft moan, feeling impossibly warm. Peter felt like his dad had officially marked his territory with the simple act of coming inside of him. Peter knew he was ruined for anyone else, especially as he lay against the covers breathing harshly, feeling Tony’s come slowly leaking out of him. “Dad,” he whined. “I feel so sticky,” Peter huffed, watching Tony move his legs back onto the bed, not pulling out yet.

Tony was still catching his breath, shaky and spent as he tried not to slump over on Peter. He knew he needed to be good and clean Peter up. “You look so pretty,” Tony sighed and stared down at the mess they had made, slowly, and reluctantly, pulling out of him. “Almost want to keep you exactly like this,” he smirked, leaning down to kiss Peter one last time before climbing off the bed, going to slip his pajama pants back on so he could begin Peter’s well-deserved aftercare.

Peter felt pathetic as he laid on the bed, limbs feeling like jelly while he watched his dad move around the room. “So dirty,” he huffed, the blush returning to his cheeks when his dad gave him a look. “Can we shower?” He asked sweetly, not making any love to get off the bed. Peter was hoping his dad would be merciful and do all the work for him to spare his poor, sore backside.

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Tony agreed and went back to scoop Peter into his arms, the younger boy latching onto him like a koala. “I think we should sleep in tomorrow, what do you think?” He asked softly, setting Peter down on the sink counter so he could start running the shower.

“Depends,” Peter responded softly. He couldn’t help but wince as he sat on the hard surface, but he didn’t complain. He knew his dad knew best. “Are you going to fuck me in the shower, too?” Peter asked boldly, a smirk in place on his soft features, loving the surprised look on Tony’s face. Peter was at the age where his libido was high and his recovery time was low, so he just had to ask.

Tony was taken aback by the question, but he would always hold firm that whatever Peter wanted, Peter would get. “You read my mind,” Tony hummed, playing along with his son’s desires easily.

Tony and Peter didn’t end up making it to the Grand Canyon the next day, but their day in couldn’t have been more eventful.

I Still Hate You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Eight hours in a cramped car, two people who hate each other, and one friend absolutely over their crap. Luckily, Bucky knows how to get rid of your bratty attitude.

Warnings: SMUT (fingering, semi-public fingering, dirty talk, metal arm kink, exhibition kink) USE OF PET NAMES (sweetheart, babygirl, princess) ENEMIES TO FUCKERS

Word Count: 1200

It was Sam’s brilliant idea to go on a long road trip, which when you really think about it makes absolutely no sense. Just two months ago he and Bucky wanted to go on “separate, long vacations… and never see each other again.” And yet, here you three are. Driving all across the country. You’ve already been in the car for four hours and Sam claimed you’re gonna be in it for three more. Bucky drove the first two, you drove the next. Sam will drive the rest of the way. Which left you and Bucky to be able to take a nap without worrying about being forced to wake up and drive.

Both you and Bucky are in the back, Sam claiming he needed his space while he’s driving so no one can sit in the passenger seat. You look over at Bucky, him already asleep even though you just got back in the car five minutes ago after a quick stop. You look back at your phone, scrolling through Instagram.

After a while you feel Bucky shift and then his head lean on shoulder. Seriously?! You push him away, waking him up.

“Really?” He gives you a death stare.

You scoff, “Really me?! No, really you.”

He rolls his eyes at your bratty attitude. “I was asleep, I didn’t do it on purpose, princess.”

“Don’t call me that, asshole.”

“Seriously, guys?” Sam looks at you through the rear view mirror. “This is supposed to be a time of bonding!”

“Bonding,” you mutter. “Ridiculous.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“Both of you just shut up.”

“No, somebody needs to take care of her bratty attitude!”

“Excuse me.” You exclaim.

“Exactly my point.”

“Bucky, y/n. You two need to find a way to get along.”

“Kinda impossible to do when you’re right next to him.”

“You know what-”

“Stop. Just shut up, we will stop in about an hour and then you two can blow off some of this pent-up anger when we get out, deal?”

You huff and cross your arms.

“Fine.” Bucky growls out. After a few minutes you feel Bucky’s lips brush your ear. You move to push him away and he grabs your wrists with his metal hand. “I know a couple ways to get rid of that attitude of yours” he whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“And what might that be?” You know the answer to your own question, you knew it before you even opened that stupid mouth of yours.

His metal hand releases its grip on your hands and it disappears under the blanket you have over your legs. God, that metal arm. “I could always fuck it out of you, sweetheart.”

You quietly whimper, making Bucky smirk.

“But you gotta be quiet, don’t want Sam hearing the pretty noises coming outta that mouth.”

You’re dripping within seconds once those words slip past his lips. Bucky kisses the sweet spot on your neck and moves away. You can feel his fingers make their way down lower, slipping past the shorts you're wearing. Bucky groans when he comes into contact with your bare pussy, which he covers with a cough. “No panties?” He breathes out. You simply bite your lip. You feel Bucky’s metal fingers part your lips and glide his fingers through your slick. “God, you're so wet.” He groans again.

“Buck, are you okay?” Sam asks, slightly worried.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

That seemed to be enough for Sam, as he looks away. Bucky goes back to the task at hand, circling your clit with his pointer and middle finger before slipping his middle finger into your aching hole. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream. Oh, God. The cold of his fingers a welcome feeling in your hot cunt.

Bucky looks at you with hunger in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to kiss your pretty pink lips. He slowly starts moving his finger in and out of your wet cunt. With the slow pace he’s working you with, you can feel every ridge of the metal inside you.

You look down and can see every movement he was making, meaning if Sam looked back he’d see everything too.

Bucky feels you clench around his fingers and sees you looking at Sam. He leans in to whisper in your ear. “You’re so dirty, babygirl. You want Sam to catch us?” You shake your head ever so slightly. “Don’t lie, I can feel you clenching my fingers just at the thought of it. At least he would know we finally found a way to get along.”

You bite your lip to hold back the moan threatening to escape.

You put your feet up on the seat to create a tent with the blanket, lessening the view of the movements going on underneath it. With the new angle your at, his finger was able to reach deeper within you and you whimper at the sensation. Bucky just smirks and slides his index finger into you, stretching you out. You breathe heavily, trying not to moan out loud. He curls his fingers, hitting your g-spot and massaging it with his fingers. You jerk slightly at the action. He pulls out his fingers and then slams them back in. Setting a hard, slow pace with his fingers. You bite your lip and look into his eyes, wanting so badly to scream out his name over and over. He picks up the pace, making sure to hit your g-spot with every push of his fingers. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching and you reach under the blanket and hold onto his wrist to slow his movements. He doesn’t let up, if anything he fucks your with his fingers faster, scissoring them as he thrusts in and out of your pussy. You quietly whimper and tears start to run down your face from the immense pleasure you’re receiving.

Bucky knows you’re getting close. “Cum” he mouthes at you. You slightly shake your head, what he’s asking for seems impossible, you can’t cum with Sam right in front of you! He gives you a dangerous look, and you just know you have to cum right now, or there will be hell to pay later.

You squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lip to silence your moans. Your orgasm washes over you in tidal waves, it seems. Bucky’s caught in a trace as he watches you fall apart on his fingers. He swears it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. The way you bite your lip, the way you can’t keep your eyes open, the way your chest heaves, the way your legs slightly shake. It’s so beautiful. When you finally open your eyes you look into Bucky’s. His eyes dark with desire. He leans down and brushes his lips against your ear as he talks. “Wait till we get to the hotel, princess.” And he kisses your neck before smirking and leaning back against his seat.

“I still hate you, Barnes.” You huff out.

“The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.” He gives you a grin.

“God, you guys can’t stop hating each other for thirty fucking minutes!” Sam slammed his hand on the steering wheel.

Villainous Nobles road trip

Since Vin’s record is quite spotty (he’s accrued a slew of traffic violations while on Watchdog business), Diedrich insists on driving because he doesn’t trust his boyfriend behind the wheel. In exchange, Vincent offers to ride shotgun and read the map, rationalizing that they should do this “the old-fashioned way” to get the proper road-trip experience.

“To get us lost, you mean,” grouses Diedrich.

“Like I said, Dee—the road-trip experience!”

Sure enough, they’re lost within the first twenty minutes. Diedrich upbraids Vincent for becoming so reliant on the GPS system that he’s forgotten how to follow a map. Vincent maintains that he can read it just fine and doesn’t need those silly electronics; Dee’s simply a bad listener. Rachel teases them both but also does her best to smooth the pair’s ruffled feathers. The home-baked goods she packed further help to lighten the mood, although no one besides Undertaker is interested in the group sing-a-long she attempts to start up (Dee winces at the mortician’s loud, off-key caterwauling). Angelina languidly reclines next to her sister while flipping through the medical journals and fashion magazines she brought for reading material, FaceTiming Grelle (her wife’s stuck at work supervising Ronald), and doing her makeup. She accidentally smears lipstick across her face when Dee hits a large pothole that jolts the whole minivan. The doctor spends the next quarter of an hour upbraiding Diedrich for his “bloody careless driving,” even though Vincent was partially responsible for telling him to turn left down the sketchy dirt road. They make a brief stop at a dilapidated gas station to refuel, but inadvertently leave Chlaus behind while he’s perusing the display of kitschy souvenirs. Realizing their mistake a few miles out, the group speeds back to pick him up and discover that he’s bought out half the store (Dee did not anticipate him purchasing that much tourist merch; thus, the minivan is a tad more cramped than before). By this point, they’re completely clueless about where they are and how far away their destination is. Vincent cheerfully insists that they aren’t lost, merely on a leisurely detour. Dee snaps that Vin can go take a leisurely hike the rest of the way if he knows so much. Undertakers interrupts to offer his companions dog-bone biscuits and a thermos of weak, lukewarm tea, both of which are turned down with varying degrees of politeness.

“Ah, well…more for me, then! He he he,” he giggles. As he crunches his way through the biscuits, crumbs spray all over the floor and seats, causing Diedrich’s eyebrow to twitch at the thought of the eventual cleanup. The situation goes from bad to worse when the van hits a sharp rock at just the right angle to puncture one of the tires. Alas, the remainder of Undertaker’s tea is sent flying in the chaos, soaking the upholstery, causing Diedrich to question the purpose of his own existence. Luckily, Rachel learned a thing or two about car mechanics from Grelle (they’re BFFs as well as sisters-in-law), and thus replaces the flat with their spare. Vin and Diedrich both simp over how cool their wife/girlfriend is. Meanwhile, Lau, who has spent the entirety of the trip gaming on his Nintendo DS, neko ear headphones firmly in place, ambles off into the woods without anyone noticing. When he turns up missing during the head-count, a frantic search ensues, culminating in Angelina finding him dozing in the branches of a tree.

“I couldn’t catch a wink of sleep with the way our English Watchdog and German hound were barking at each other,” Lau yawns.

By this point, Diedrich is on the verge of ripping his hair out, and even Rachel pointedly remarks that now would be a good time to admit defeat and turn to the trusty GPS.

“It’s past 4, dear,” she adds in tones laden with sugar-coated wrath.

“Five more minutes, Rachel, and we’ll be back on track!” Vincent chuckles nervously.

Having found a crumpled piece of paper wedged between the seats, Lau and Undertaker begin a game of tic-tac-toe.

At precisely that moment, Vin’s cell phone starts playing “Ride of the Valkyries”—the ringtone for France’s number. Suspecting that her brother would make a muck of this vacation, Frances, who stayed behind to attend to family obligations, used the tracking on his phantomPhone to ascertain that the nobles are 200 miles south of their intended destination.

“What in God’s name are you playing at?!” she roars, voice fading in and out due to poor reception.

“…taking the scenic detour?” he timidly replies.

“Vincent…” Rachel says through gritted teeth.

Examining the other side of the paper currently serving as a battleground for his tic-tac-toe championship, Lau serenely waves it in the air to attract the others’ attention.

“Oh, look,” he purrs. “I think this is the map we were supposed to be following the whole time.”

“VINCENT PHANTOMHIVE!!!” rages Diedrich.

Needless to say, it’s quite some time before the band of rogues attempts another group trip.

so we went to the dealership to see what the trade-in value for the honda was and it ended up being just enough for us to justify getting this prius we were looking at because it was at a good price and we'd been talking about wanting to get a new car anyway (specifically a prius) for a number of reasons. and i was excited to start driving it because it's a pretty modern car and it has tinted windows and basically i feel fancy in it even though it's from 2016 and it has 160k miles on it so we went on an afternoon road trip along the kitsap peninsula and we got to see cool views of the mountains and we stopped at a cidery and it felt like i was a wealthy englishperson spending an afternoon in the quaint countryside or perhaps a bitch in mondstadt going to go fuck around with diluc (only real genshinheads will get this sick reference)

and during the car ride my girlfriend brought up an article she was reading about this annoying fuckhead who was talking about how chicago (his hometown) is better than seattle for really immature and personal reasons and not because of anything objective, and no the person who wrote this article wasn't patrick stump it was some other dickhead. he was talking about how he hates scenery and seeing the mountains because they're too hard to physically get to because you have to plan a big weekend-long trip and having kids makes that complicated. and how chicago is better because the forests are easier to get to and he knows the names of all the local birds and flora but in seattle it's all just second-growth douglas fir. and like do you see what i mean about this article just sounding childish

anyway i'm not #blogging about this one idiot just to rag on him but the point that i made to girlfriend is that he sounded very much like he was miserable living in seattle for a number of factors but instead of recognizing that they were internal, he blamed the environment he was in instead of trying to accept that it was a big change from what he was used to and trying to change along with it. or trying to put forth the effort to be able to go out and see the mountains because we are literally like 2 hours away from both the cascades to the east and the olympics to the west and it's really not hard to get to either of them at all. there are plenty of local birds that aren't just crows or seagulls or pigeons, either, and there's LITERALLY AN ARBORETUM IN THE CITY THAT'S NOT DIFFICULT TO GET TO!!!!! there is SO MUCH nature that's accessible and diverse but the thing is that you have to PUT FORTH THE EFFORT to be able to see it

and i had this realization to myself while i was expressing this to my girlfriend that when you're miserable, it's so so easy to give into the cynical thinking your brain wants to spiral in. "it's not that i'm frustrated by the limitations of my job or my family, it's because those silly mountains are taunting me!" "it's not that i'm refusing to put forth the effort to adapt to my new environment, it's that this current environment is boring and uninteresting compared to what i'm used to!" and i have a huge headache right now so i won't go into the specifics of it but i was thinking about how this impacts My thinking and how I'm a victim of this cynicism

like it boiled down to there being meaning and history and purpose and life through anything if you're just willing to put forth the effort to find it and i think part of why i'm as depressed as i am is because i feel like capitalism removes humanity from people and that's why you get people saying "mountains are stupid because it's not easy for me to get to them"

Hiii! For mini fic ideas: Steddie + roadtrip. Gas station dialogues or sing along in the car for some cheesy song or whatever really, roadtrip is such a wide concept

Thank you)

let me just say i ADORE this concept ty

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steve didn’t know how he had ended up driving eddie “the freak” munson across the country for college tours, stuck in his Beemer in the summer heat and listening to heavy metal as the other man stared out the window and babbled on about some book called The Hobbit.

well, that was a lie. steve knew exactly how he got into this situation and it was entirely dustin and robin’s fault. when the Party was out for lunch one afternoon (after they had begged eddie and steve to drive them, and steve decided to bring robin along), robin and eddie ended up talking about college.

with everything related to the Upside Down and vecna over after el killed him and shut the gates for good, eddie felt it was a good enough time as any to go to college (even if he was a few years late). robin excitedly explained where she wanted to go and why, and suggested schools eddie should look at.

meanwhile, steve’s thoughts drifted to his own high school diploma, which sat dusty in a box under his bed (he didn’t like to look at it before; he never thought he’d have a chance to actually leave Hawkins) and pondered touring a few colleges himself.

dustin seemed to notice steve’s absence from the conversation and prompted,

“what about you, steve?”

“hm?”

“are you gonna look at colleges?” dustin repeated.

steve considered this before shrugging and failing attempting to look nonchalant. “i guess i might as well, right?”

he, unfortunately, missed robin and dustin’s matching conspiratorial grins.

“why don’t you and eddie tour a few colleges together then?” robin asked. steve froze, then looked at her suspiciously.

“what about you?”

robin flaunted, “i already know where i’m going, dingus” and smirked, which was about the time steve realized robin and dustin had purposely set him up. to go on a road trip. alone. with eddie.

not that steve disliked eddie! it was actually the opposite; he was disastrously into him. and sort of… simultaneously came out and admitted he found eddie hot to robin in the back room of Family Video when eddie stopped by and steve had acted like a flustered mess in front of her.

and then of course he had to tell dustin, because the kid would definitely find out anyways (genius that he was) and be upset steve didn’t tell him. and when steve did tell him, dustin said he was just happy that his two older male friends didn’t hate each other anymore.

so now steve had to deal with the consequences of his actions and not bash his head against the steering wheel when eddie tied his hair up or bit his lip when it was quiet for too long or took his fucking shirt off because “it’s wayyy too hot in here, big boy. i would’ve expected a rich kid like you to at least have working A/C in his car.”

steve didn’t think he would make it through this trip alive (and it had only been 2 hours).

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sorry i didn’t write much “on the road” stuff but i really like this and think i might end up making an actual fic for this. if i do i’ll link it here :]

Ok but hear me out warren centric set in ottawa fic ykyk bc

I’m so cool /j

I wrote way too much for this. Heads up, it's on the angsty side and contains a death mention. I am a sucker for giving Warren Stone shitty parents. (This is also canon to Only Brooches - taking place three months before Breakfast). Enjoy!

It was supposed to be a weekend trip, straightforward in its depressed purpose as Warren had been called up north to engage in family matters. He was less than thrilled, keeping his mind on Ron and the boys, hoping that leaving them with the mini-van would be enough while he was away. It should be enough, fine even. Just two days and then he’d be back, basking in the warmth of their home, holding Ron tight and never letting go. Would’ve brought him up too had the magician’s passport not been expired. No, Warren had to brave it alone. 

The last time he’d heard from his parents was during Christmas, taking a chance on an unknown number with a Vancouver area code, a rough cough breaking the silence on the other end as his mother asked him if he’d gotten the socks she and his father sent. They had no idea that he’d moved, or had gotten engaged and married, or was far smarter than the nineteen year boy he used to be when they called him after running away all those years ago. Warren spoke in short and curt reponses, cutting off tangents before they could branch. He knew the tactic, make small talk then, as he was distracted, ask for money. It only took forty-five seconds for him to end that call. 

So when they called again just a week prior to this drive, asking him to join them at ‘home’? He should’ve hung up with record speed. But no, he had to listen, finger hovering over the end-call button when they told him his cousin passed, that he had been named in the will as a recipient. 

The newscaster hit a bump as he grumbled to himself, eye twitching as he turned down the nearest exit. Couldn’t get a call for the funeral, nah. Had to be about the will. He paused his thinking for a moment as his fingernails dug into the steering wheel of his BMW. “I’m an idiot! Newsflash: it’s still about money!” Warren looked up at the signs arching over the road. Thirty kilometers to Ottawa. Better than the alternative. He foresook his GPS, trashing the idea of seeing his ‘family’. Ron was right, this felt off, it felt like a trap. Warren didn’t feel like getting caught in another one. 

“Hey, babe,” he said, ringing Ron who answered instantly, “yeah, it’s not happening. I’m coming back tomorrow. No, I didn’t get there yet, managed to stop myself. Is everything good on your end?” Warren made another turn, driving down a long stretch of road before arriving at a roundabout. Ten kilometers away now. “What do you mean by ‘sad purple sheep man’? Oh, they weren’t kidding about the two dads thing, huh? Don’t ‘four dads’ me, I swear to… yeah, that checks out.” Five kilometers now, almost there. “And yes, I’ll bring back a case of coffee crisps. You’re welcome.” Warren smiled, eyes on the road. One kilometer to go. “Wish you were here, think you’d like where I’m stayin’. Next time. Love you too, Ronny.” 

Warren pulled up to the outer limits of the city and stared in awe for a bit, the capital of his home country glimmering in gorgeous shades of pink and orange in the dying light of the winter afternoon. He’d have an hour or so maximum before the sun gave up its light for the day, looking for something he could feasibly do. Warren passed by the Rideau Canal, taking a brief glance at the boats below before Google spat out the brilliant idea to visit ByWard Market.

The newscaster would’ve picked a museum had he been with Ron, the two getting lost in all types of exhibits for hours. Another go-to for them were typically live performances, frequenting theatres owned by small creators as the two quietly whispered to each other about not understanding what was happening but enjoying themselves all the same. 

Warren glanced across the street as he parked his car, an art gallery catching his attention painted in red tones, people streaming in, couples with their arms linked and laughing with each other as the gallery owner passed around glasses of sparkling wine. He felt his chest begin to dully ache, trying hard to ignore the feeling as he got out of the car and onto the sidewalk. He’d be home soon enough, would be back with Ron soon enough. Had to keep reminding himself. 

As it turns out, ByWard Market was less of one market and more so a conglomeration of shops and establishments within four city blocks. The area hummed with soft jazz, people out and about, enjoying the evening chill. Shops were nothing short of crowded, and food stalls were only slightly less so. The newscaster decided to wait in line for a coffee, fucking up his order at the last second by requesting a green tea instead. He drank it anyway as he strolled, the hot leaf water reminding him of his husband. 

Warren found himself bobbing in and out of shops, taking a keen interest in the fashion establishments that lined one block, walking away as soon as he saw the price tags. He couldn’t afford a decent suit in Ottawa, that was for certain. There were queer bars and loud resturants, speciality grocers and tattoo parlours. All lively, all inviting. The warmth that emanated from yet another gallery drew him in long enough as he warmed up, taking in the sights of a private collection of Georgia O’Keefe paintings as curated by the gallery’s owner. To view art of a desert so vast and lonely, well, it certain made him feel less so. 

The newscaster eventually left, checking into a hotel a block over, running back to his car once he realized he’d left his luggage behind. His phone was ringing non-stop, no calls yet from Ron but plenty from the ones that claimed to have raised him. He turned the ringer off, dragging his suitcase into the elevator and ascending to the fifth floor. 

His heart beat dully in his hollow chest, frowning as he stared out his window that overlooked the city. The guy at the front desk said it looked prettier in the daylight. Warren would have to take his word for it.

double-asking for the roadtrip au because *heart eyes emoji*

the roadtrip fic has hardly and solid plot or a working title yet but heck it's fun akskdjfhskfns

"Where's Jason?" Asks Duke, flat-out on a plush hotel bed that feels like a freaking cloud. Tim stretched out along one side of it, and if it doesn't say something about how big these beds are that the two of them, him and gangly Tim Drake, are both sprawled comfortably in the same one, Duke doesn't know what to say about that.

Tim doesn't look up from his laptop. "Probably pissing off Cass," he replies.

Duke raises an eyebrow, which Tim doesn't see, because he's staring at the computer screen. "On purpose?"

Tim shrugs. "Probably not, but also? Possibly. I don't think the whole thing with Steph is on purpose, though." Duke watches upside-down as a corner of Tim's mouth quirks up.

"Alright, I'll bite. How does Steph play into this?" 'Cause it's not like Duke hasn't noticed the rivalry between Cassie and Jason, they're not that subtle about it. He just hasn't asked. Not his monkeys, not his circus, right? He should use that one around Dick, see what the former circus kid thinks of that very appropriate saying.

Tim sighs. "I mean- you might get caught in the middle of it too. Cass is frustrated enough to stop pulling punches, at this point."

How Tim knows that, without a single word from the Batgirl in question for the duration of today's drive, Duke definitely won't question. If Tim is some kind of potential mind-reading meta, he's not going to be the one to out him.

Tim finally closes the laptop, looks at Duke. "Cass... does not," he emphasizes not, "Like Jay. I won't call it hate, because hate would have to have love to reflect from, but... it's close. It's the killing."

"I figured."

Tim nods. "And Jason hates being hated. They really don't get along in the best of circumstances, and, like... Cass can't turn off her abilities, you know?" He frowns. "Being stuck in an enclosed space with the entire family and all our emotional crap? Sucks for her and I don't think she expected it."

Duke remembers the excited, emoji-filled messages he'd gotten from Cassie about this trip the past few weeks. He doesn't think she expected it, either. "And Steph?"

Tim looks him directly in the eyes, which is freaking unnerving because Tim has those icy blue eyes like Bruce that look like he's staring directly into you sometimes, when he's not looking at you from behind messy-long hair. "Come on," he says, almost abruptly, then relaxes back against the cushiony headboard of the massive bed.

He sighs, loud and grating in the quiet of the room. There's a gorgeous view out the window, but the quiet, free of road noise and navigational conversational chatter, might be the best part. Duke stares out the window, overlooking a shockingly blue lake, watches a floating dock bob in the wind instead of watching the thinly veiled emotions crossing Tim's face. Tim is like a steel trap a lot of the time, expressionless as Red Robin but when he's himself, really, he doesn't hide so much. Duke doubts he really wants him to see all that, though, if he could even parse it all out.

Finally, after long enough that it almost makes Duke jump, Tim speaks again. "Steph has been spending a lot of time with Jason lately." Something about his tone, or maybe the words themselves, sounds weirdly deliberate. It takes Duke a minute to figure out why.

He pushes himself up on an elbow to stare at Tim, not upside-down. "They've got something going on," he fills in, and, yeah, that checks out.

Tim snorts. "Heck if I know. I don't think they're, like... dating? But there's... definitely something there."

"Mutual crush," Duke fills in again, because that definitely fits with what he's seen.

"Something like that," Tim says. "If my ex girlfriend, who's currently one of my best friends in general, and my brother have a thing for each other... who gets the shovel talk?"

Duke, to his credit, doesn't burst out laughing like he wants to do. "Hell if I know," he replies, then laughs because he just repeated what Tim had said a second ago. "So Jason is pissing Cassie off by hanging around with Steph?"

"Yep," Tim replies, popping the P. "I wonder if B is aware of this whole thing," he mutters.

Duke grins. "Tell him. Then he can handle the shovel talk."

Tim looks at him, startled and considering at the same time, then grins back.

all thoughts on S3 that directly pertain to Five (putting under a read-more because it’s kinda long):

NEGATIVES:

- highkey love the return of Dolores, and the Fivelores reunion, even if it is just a fever dream. hate the fact that it’s used purely to make fun of Five for falling in love with a piece of plastic like that wasn’t the only vaguely humanoid thing left on earth for forty-five fucking years.

- Five reaches his conclusion that the Sparrow timeline is safe and the apocalypse is officially off far too quickly for a man who’s devoted literally his entire life to the preservation of the world. by his own admission, he’s been “holding [his] breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop” ever since he got back home, but his behavior here doesn’t reflect that. he acclimates to the apocalypse-free life quickly and happily and with nary a second thought. shouldn’t he struggle with the fact that his sole purpose in life is gone, and he  doesn’t know what to do with himself now that the whole world doesn’t need saving?? you know, like he did in S1? he never actually dealt with that issue -- he just shelved it when it became clear that the apocalypse wasn’t over.

- and on a topic vaguely adjacent to that, shouldn’t he be super skeptical about all this?? so far, every time it looks like the world is finally safe, Five refuses to believe it, and so far, his doubts have been consistently rewarded with yet another catastrophe right on the heels of the last one. shouldn’t he be even more suspicious of this sudden, easy, uncomplicated end to all their problems?? shouldn’t he even be more convinced that another doomsday is just around the corner?? shouldn’t he even be more focused on correcting the timeline and getting his family back home?

- Five expresses absolutely no remorse or regret over the loss of Claire, simply shrugging off her nonexistence as one of the many risks of time travel, which... doesn’t tally at all with his character in S1, who told Allison that he’d like to live long enough to meet his niece, and promised her that their mission to stop the apocalypse would save her daughter’s life. Five’s devoted and all-consuming love for his family is the very core of his character, and it’s the center of every action he takes. every single decision he has ever made has always been built around his family’s salvation and survival. why is he suddenly okay with losing his niece??

- Five agrees to go on a spontaneous road trip with Klaus, despite the fact that they literally just landed in a new and unfamiliar timeline which he knows nothing about. wouldn’t he want to stick around for a few days to ensure that all is truly well, that there’s no impending doom, that his siblings aren’t in any danger?? at the very least, shouldn’t he establish whether or not The Sparrows are a credible threat before he runs off to an entirely different state with his least reliable (affectionate) brother??

- Five lets Klaus drive on the road trip while he opts for the passenger seat where he looks at maps and gets excited over landmarks. it’s a tiny thing, but it’s just... so glaringly not Five that it took me completely out of the story for a solid ten minutes. deadass it was all i could focus on.

- would Five whine and grumble and gripe if one of his siblings dragged him off under the pretense of a road trip and then confessed they were actually headed to meet their biological parents?? sure. of course. that’s Classic Five right there. whining and grumbling and griping about his siblings is the crux of his entire character tbh. but the reason behind his reluctance boils down to the fact that... he’s retired -- except this has absolutely nothing to do with the apocalypse. shouldn’t his objections be steeped in confusion instead of anger?? if one of Five’s siblings expressed the desire to meet their birth mother, i honestly don’t think Five would be annoyed or upset so much as he wouldn’t understand -- he obviously holds absolutely no interest in his blood relatives, he makes that plain enough throughout the season, and he clearly considers his siblings the only family he needs. why wasn’t that the source of the conflict here?? why did they need a pointless argument about a goddamn ball of fucking twine??    

- Five meets his future self and realizes that he founded the Commission. in addition to that, he discovers that he dies in a way that is... literally the closest possible thing to his worst nightmare, and he promptly decides to go ahead and get the Mothers of Agony tattoo to ensure he does die in that exact way, because you can’t fight destiny, right?? for Christ’s sake, this is the man who landed in a post-apocalyptic nightmare hellscape where every last living thing on the entire planet was dead, and the mathematical means of his escape didn’t even exist yet, so what did he do?? he invented an entirely new branch of physics to get back home. he carried on through forty-five years of absolute and utter hell to save his family. even when the Handler told him that the apocalypse was inevitable, that it had to happen no matter what, that there was no possible way to thwart it and no possible way to stop it, he still resolved to find a way. he made a deal with the devil and turned himself into a weapon all in the name of saving the world. this is a man who simply will not give up. why isn’t he fighting the future tooth and nail, the way he’s been doing for the last two seasons?? why isn’t he resisting the inevitable with every fiber of his being?? why isn’t he even trying??

- on the topic of Five’s encounter with his future self... why exactly does he decide to listen to him just like that?? Five literally does not listen to anyone, and yes, that includes himself -- he ruthlessly crushes every ounce of self-doubt and does what he needs to do, what has to be done, to save his family. the Handler tells him flat-out that the apocalypse has to happen, and he still throws himself headfirst into his efforts to stop it, anyway. he will not rest until he has completed his mission. so why does he suddenly decide that now would be a great time to give up?? he’s faced impossible odds before. he’s faced the end of the world before. so why is this the cataclysm that gets him to surrender?? one of Five’s defining traits -- one of the first things you think about when you think about him -- is his resilience, his ability to endure the unendurable and make it out to the other side. where did that resilience go??

- essentially, i just think there should have been more than one single conversation to convince him it was a lost cause. i think the plot should have pushed him to the very brink, should have completely unraveled him, should have forced him to face the fact that it was hopeless. and i think that he should have had a chance to properly grieve the situation -- the fact that his siblings were doomed to die for the fourth time, and he could do nothing to stop it. the fact that his siblings would never get the chance to grow up and grow old as he has. the fact that he has given up his life, his mind, his body, his humanity, all to save his family, and at the end of it all, he is powerless. his life was wasted. his sacrifices were meaningless. why didn’t he get even a single moment to mourn his losses??

POSITIVES:

- the Five / Lila bonding! very nice touch. when he holds her hand on their way into the closet even though he doesn’t technically need to?? when she says “i’ll miss you” and he immediately fires back “that’s weird”?? when she ruffles his hair and he lets her?? when she slings her arm around his shoulders and he lets her?? very good. 10/10. would love to see more of this in S4.

- when he calls Diego and Lila “sentient STDs”

- when they all think they contained the Kugelblitz and they have that big party and Five is smiling and laughing and dancing?? oh my god why is that one of the only times we ever see genuine happiness from him. who allowed that.     

- it was great to see him dedicate his last days to a reconnection with his family. that was definitely the most in-character thing from him in this season. if only his decision to surrender to the apocalypse had been handled better, i would have absolutely zero complaints about this sequence. his earnest desire to be near his siblings at the end of the world smashed my heart to pieces with a sledgehammer. he loves his family so goddamn much and i will be thinking about that for exactly forever.

- his drunk karaoke at the bachelor party. his drunk speech at the wedding, his drunk collapse in the elevator... peak wasted Five right there.

- his obvious annoyance with the fact that everyone hooked up with everyone at Luther’s wedding. do his shoulders ever hurt from carrying the entire asexual community on his back

Now Traveling: Lake Havasu City, AZ

It is that time of year again. Work is slowing down and I am ready for a vacation. Is there a purpose this time? (Do I need one?) Yes, holiday shenanigans ya know?

Friday:

Drive up was relatively quick, 4 hours or so. Stop by Oatman,CA. I have been by Oatman before, but it was my sister's first time. The donkey's are so cute. There was a scavenger hunt there at night but I was the only one that wanted to go. After we stopped by Bunker Bar. It was 3 miles off the road. We went off roading in a Cadillac. We were supposed to stop by walmart for supplies but the day ran real long. We went to Javelina's Cantina and had nachos for dinner. The christmas lights out there are wonderful. The weather? Cold AF. We watched, A Boy Called Christmas, on Netflix and it wasn't bad.

Saturday:

We got an early appointment with our family friend/Hair magician at Secrets of Beauty! It always does my heart and soul so much good to see her. We came back, stopped by College Street for lunch. We went to Walmart for some supplies. We had dinner at Angelina's. Seriously some of the best pasta ever, like not including from Italy directly. A big part of the trip was supposed to be the 2023 Lake Havasu City Boat Parade of Lights, but I am telling you-people were camping at the channel to watch it in the evening as early as 10 am. It was really cold outside, besides a high of 60/low of 40-there was a wind factor. So we watched from our balcony. We played some Farkle and I won no money.

Sunday:

We woke up and got some breakfast at Makai's. Me and my sister love that diner. My grandma was supposed to practice at the shooting range and we made plans to go Axe throwing, but when she heard about our plans she cancelled hers. So we tried to have lunch at a new Mediterranean place called Majik Bistro, but it was closed. We tried an italian deli that just opened up called Marisa's Italian Deli. The food was so good, they also sell pasta and coffee imported from Italy. I got chocolate lavazza coffee. We got a shake at Dutch Bros, has anyone looked at that menu? It is so massive. I got a Pink Flamingo Frost. We watched a couple of movies: The Secret Dare To Dream and Wind River. The Secret: Dare to Dream was a romantic movie based on the book-better than it should of been. Wind River was a crime movie based on a true story. We went to Yosemite Axe Throwing Havasu. That was way funner than that should of been. We looked at our family friends house being built and its coming along, new houses and construction is everywhere it seems. We tried to go to an arcade bar but decided to save that for next time. We played some farkle before getting ready to go home the next day.

Monday:

We left early, on top of the fact that AZ is an hour ahead, to head home. Drive home took about 4.5 hours. The worst part of the drive is always the california traffic.

Good trip, some old things some new things. Definitely not enough sleep and way too cold. But it was a nice way to round off the year as December just mulls us all over. I for one can't wait to find a local place to go axe throwing.

Tips For Shipping A Car Across States

When you think about moving a car, you probably imagine loading it up and driving it across state lines. But what if you don’t have a lot of space or you want to save money? Shipping a car can be quite expensive, so here are some tips for shipping a car across states without breaking the bank. Some things to keep in mind when shipping a car include: –Get an estimate before you ship –Pack your car carefully to avoid damage –Document everything and make copies for insurance purposes What to Pack 1. Make a list of the items you'll need to pack for your car: -The title and registration paperwork for your car -Any belongings you want to take with you, like a suitcase or backpack -The keys to your car -A pen or pencil -Your driver's license and any other relevant documents -Proof of insurance (if your car is being shipped across state lines) -Enough gasoline for the journey, if applicable -A map of the area where you're shipping your car -A full tank of gas if your car has an automatic fuel pump -A spare tire, if applicable - vomit bags in case of an accident Preparing the Vehicle If you're planning on shipping a car across states, there are a few things you'll need to do before hand. First, make sure the vehicle is in good condition. Damage can cost you extra on the road and could delay your car's arrival. Second, be aware of state rules when it comes to transporting cars. In some cases, certain vehicles may not be allowed in certain areas due to size or weight restrictions. Finally, schedule a time for your car to arrive at its new destination so you don't have to worry about it while on vacation or traveling. https://www.shippingcars.org/shipping-cars-company/the-10-best-tips-on-how-to-ship-your-car-across-the-country/ Driving the Vehicle If you are shipping a car across states, there are a few important things to keep in mind. Follow these tips to make the process as smooth as possible: 1. Research the transport options available to you. There are a variety of companies that will move your car for a fee, and each one has their own set of requirements and fees. If you're planning on using a transporter, be sure to ask about their rates and requirements in advance. 2. Prep the car for transport. Make sure all fluids and plugs are ready to go, and make sure any loose items have been packed away in containers or bags. Also, remove any personal belongings from the car—they won't be able to take them with them! 3. Plan your trip ahead of time. Get an estimate of how long it will take to get the car from Point A to Point B, and plan accordingly. Try not to waste any time once you've picked up the car—the sooner you can get it out of town, the better! 4. Let someone know where your car is at all times. If something goes wrong while your car is in transit (or if you decide to stop by on your way back home), being able to track it down quickly will make everything much easier.

Travel Restrictions India and Travel Requirements to travel India

Money matters

To make sure you stay in line with local travel restrictions in India, make sure to take plenty of cash and store it in a money belt or other security mechanism. For most people, an ATM card works well but if you have issues using your card, you may be out of luck until you find another ATM that works. In countries like Indonesia, even withdrawing too much money from an ATM is illegal unless a bank representative sees you do it so be prepared to explain yourself and show your ID if necessary. Also, keep passports on hand at all times; police sometimes stop tourists for identification purposes. If possible, leave important documents in a hotel safe rather than carrying them around town. It’s also good practice to bring multiple copies of everything. For example, one copy of your passport should remain locked up in a safe while another travels with you throughout the day. That way, if anything happens to one copy, you still have access to your travel documentation—just don’t lose both copies! Lastly, don’t forget about medical insurance: You never know when something might happen that requires emergency medical attention and health care can get expensive fast. It’s worth investing in travel insurance before leaving home just in case anything goes wrong during your trip abroad.

Connectivity issues in India

When traveling to India, it’s important to make sure your electronic devices are fully charged before leaving for the airport. Flights can be long and you might want to pass time by watching movies or listening to music using your tablet or smartphone. Connectivity issues in India: When traveling to India, it’s important to make sure your electronic devices are fully charged before leaving for the airport. Flights can be long and you might want to pass time by watching movies or listening to music using your tablet or smartphone. Smartphones especially have been known not to have enough charge, so get that adapter at home just in case. You should also check with your airline about their carry-on restrictions for electronics. Many now allow one device per passenger but there may be limits on the size and weight of those items allowed in flight. Make sure you know what they are!

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Driving in India

Indian roads are increasingly becoming safer, thanks to increased enforcement and safety features in cars. However, driving in India is not easy and requires a lot of concentration. You should avoid night driving or driving long distances alone on unfamiliar roads. Carry a couple of photocopies of your passport (page with photo and visa) with you for identification purposes. Foreigners should carry their passports at all times; police conduct random checks to ensure that foreigners have proper documentation on them at all times. Be aware that drinking alcohol and smoking (in public places) is illegal, so don't even think about lighting up or cracking open a cold one when behind the wheel! Also, note that seat belts are compulsory for front-seat passengers only in India—while rear seat belts aren't enforced. So make sure you're buckled up every time you drive! If you get into an accident, call 100 for assistance from police and/or medical services. If someone else hits your car, exchange contact information with them. Do not exit your vehicle until authorities arrive. If it's dark outside, wait until morning to file a report because officials will be less likely to issue fines if they can't see what happened clearly due to darkness or bad weather conditions. Also, try to keep any damaged items as evidence in case there's any disagreement over who was at fault. Remember: In India, traffic moves on the left side of the road. When you're driving on a two-way street, watch out for people crossing between parked vehicles or running across streets against traffic lights!

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