#Midget racing

[jaero]

Ideas for remodeling a medium-sized, detached, four-car garage

[pwlanier]

Original late 1940's-early 1950's Hershey Race poster, AAA Contest Board sanctioned race.

Winter Associates

[lilygoat]

Jacynorgaardphotos

[opelman]

1948 Kurtis Sprint Midget AAA by David G. Schultz Via Flickr: Michael McKinley

[sudden-stops-kill]

turkey night gp

[racecargraveyard]

1990 Jeff Gordon #4 Diet Pepsi 1990 USAC National Midget Series Championship winner. Won 9 races, 14 Top 5's, 15 Top 10's.

[automotiveamerican]

Visit to Shed Racing

[duck7]

Xtreme Outlaw Series @ Clyde Martin Memorial Speedway (08.08.23)

305 Sprint Cars @ Jacksonville Speedway (08.11.23)

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Good evening lovely! You better believe I’m back with more Carlos asks. Could I request a Carlos x driver!reader where they’re just two peas in a pod until Carlos sees her in a dress for the first time and is like oh shit?? I am in love??? If you feel :) hope you’re well, your writing is beautiful as always

Just Friends - Carlos Sainz

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"Hey midget, how you feeling?" Carlos asked, walking into the medical center and locating where you were sat. "A bit sore, but I'll be fine," you told him. You had spun out pretty badly in FP2, but you were fine.

"Good, good. You still up for the gala tonight?" he asked, hoping you'd say you weren't going. It would give him an excuse not to go too, and he really didn't want to. He always found these events boring.

"Yeah, of course. I'm not missing my first gala," you laughed, knowing he didn't want to go. You were quite excited though, because you'd get to show a classier, more elegant side of you that people didn't get to see. 

"There's a lot of people outside asking to see you. The interviewers want to make sure you're not dead," he laughed, offering a hand to help you off of your chair. The doctor had said you were free to go, but you just had to take it easy and you weren't driving in FP3 tomorrow.

"You make it sound like they actually care about me," you scoffed, leaning into him as you slowly made your way out of the medical centre. The minute you stepped out of the door, you were bombarded with cameras and questions. 

"Y/N! What happened?" one of them yelled as numerous microphones were shoved in your face. "I locked up the rears and spun out, it happens," you shrugged, not wanting to give them anything they could make a story out of. 

"Y/N, are you alright? Can you still race on Sunday?" another one collared as flashes emerged from the back of the crowd. "I won't be driving in FP3, but I'll be in qualifying and the race, just like normal. The car just has front wing damage, so it's all good," you smiled, and you were already bored of being interviewed.

"Thank you," you said, pushing past the crowd and out to the paddock. "I need a coffee," you sighed, and Carlos just chuckled as you hobbled over to the Ferrari motorhome. Flopping down on the couch, personnel came to ask how you were feeling and you were glad to tell them you would be fine. 

"Carlos, go get me a coffee!" You ordered, pointing towards the kitchen. Carlos just scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, sitting down beside you. "No," he flatly declined, running his hands through his hair. 

"Carlos, please," you whined, not wanting to move because of how sore everything felt. 

"Get your own coffee, you might be sore, but you're not useless. Well, you're not completely useless," he chuckled. 

"Ugh, you're the worst friend I could ever have," you told him, pulling yourself slowly off the couch as he laughed at your struggle. 

"Aw, you love me really," he teased, watching as you hobbled over to the kitchen. "Get me one too, yeah?" he asked, and nearly cackled when he heard a 'Fuck off!' come from the kitchen. As you made your coffee, you thought about how much you valued the friendship between you and Carlos. 

He had made the transition into driving for one of the top teams easy, and he was a great role-model for you. You'd never forget how much he had helped you, but you'd never tell him how much he really meant to you. His ego was way too big for that. 

Finally, you had your precious coffee in hand as you spotted Carlos still sat on the couch. "Oh thanks, midget, you're too kind," he said, holding his hand out for you to put the mug in. "Absolutely not, I made this for myself," you said, wobbling back onto the seat.

"No really, you shouldn't have," he continued, taking the mug off you. You're limbs were aching too much to fight back, and you had to watch as Carlos took a big swig of your coffee. "You're a bitch," you playfully spat, whacking him in the arm with all the strength you had left. 

"No, you're a bitch," he jibed, jabbing you in the ribs. It was supposed to be a well-spirited gesture, but it just sent spikes of pain shooting through you. "Carlos, stop it," you told him through gritted teeth, pushing his hand away.

"Shit, sorry, I completely forgot. Are you alright?" he asked, his joking manner completely falling and he became the caring Carlos you got to see every now and then. "Yeah, yeah, just don't do it again. And give me my coffee," you told him, straightening up. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Here," he apologised again, handing you your coffee mug. He felt really bad, even though it was an accident. It was meant in good fun, but he'd hurt you, and he never liked seeing people he cared about in pain.

You finished off your coffee, and slowly tried to stand up as someone was ready to take you back to the hotel. "Hey, take it slow," he said, wrapping an arm around your waist and helping you up. "Thanks," you smiled, walking out of the building as he helped you. 

He took you all the way over to the car, and he heard you wince in pain as you tried clamber in. "Midget, take it easy, I've got you," he affectionately said, lifting you and putting you in the car so you wouldn't have to move all that much.

"Thanks Carlos, I'll see you later," you said, moving your arms out of his way as he leant over you and clicked your seatbelt in place. "No worries, who else likes you enough to look after you?" he teased, still making fun of you, even when he was being nice.

"Funny, Carlos. Real funny," you laughed, closing the door and waving him goodbye as you drove away. He may have teased you, but he really did care about you.

Being around the paddock wasn't all that fun when you weren't there to mess around with, so Carlos just had to keep himself busy until it was his turn to go home. All he could do was go and pester Lando, since he was one of the only other fun people left around.

Meanwhile, you were slowly hobbling up to your hotel room, which happened to be on one of the top floors. Typical. But once you got into your room, you told yourself you weren't allowed to lie on the bed. If you did, there was no chance you had the strength or willpower to get back up.

You figured a shower would be in order, since it might make you a bit less sore. It took longer than expected to peel your clothes off you, and it was a fairly agonising task. You couldn't lift your arms much higher than your shoulders, and bending anything was near on impossible.

You silently spat expletives as you struggled, finally managing to get into the shower. The warm water helped soothe your muscles somewhat, but it still hurt to move. The suds slipped down your body, and you gave up completely when you dropped the soap on the floor. There was no way you were getting it back.

The best you could do was wet your hair, since lifting your arms was undoable, so washing it was out of the question. When you got out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around you and decided to let your hair air dry. Looking in the mirror, you spotted purply-red splotches peppered down your arm, and there were some disappearing past the towel line.

Taking it off, you saw how they spread across your ribs and a few were sprinkled on your hip, only on the side where you made impact with the tyre barrier. Your plan was to wear a dress with the sides cut out, but that didn't seem like a great idea.

Then again, you didn't have anything else that was fit for a gala, since you had had the dress custom made for this exact occasion. You slowly did your makeup, the most unnatural part of it being the red lipstick that matched the dress.

You decorated your ears, neck, wrists and fingers in gold, before shimmying into your dress. The worst part was doing the zip yourself, since you couldn't stretch your arms around to your back. You managed, but you realised you'd be late and the car was already waiting outside. 

You ran out of time to cover up the bruises on your right side, so you thought it was fine to just leave it. Giving yourself a final once over in the mirror, you loved what you saw. Your dress hugged your every curve perfectly, and the gold with red screamed Ferrari. 

After making your way downstairs, you stumbled into the car and headed off for the gala. Carlos, on the other hand, had just arrived. He looked around, and quickly sussed out that you weren't there. "Hey, mate!" Lando said, pulling him in for a quick hug.

"Hey, are you bored already or is that just me?" Carlos chuckled, taking a glass of champagne off a tray from one of the waiters wandering by. "I was bored the minute I stepped in here, how's Y/N? Have you had a chance to talk to her?" Lando asked.

He was right behind you when you spun out, so he saw the impact that you hit the barrier with. "She's fine, just sore. I'm surprised she's even coming tonight, to be honest," he said, sipping away at the golden liquid. 

"She's coming? That's a surprise. I would have taken that as an excuse not to come," Lando said, almost shocked. "So would I, but she is actually really excited, even though I told her how boring they actually are," Carlos laughed, leaning against the wall beside Lando. 

"Speaking of Y/N, here she is," Lando said, nodding over to the grand entrance of the hall for the gala. Carlos turned his head, and his heart stopped beating in his chest. "That's not Y/N," he scoffed, looking as people's eyes all simultaneously wandered over to where you were stood.

Your eyes darted around the place, trying to find Carlos. "It is, Carlos, look at her," Lando nudged him, and he couldn't believe it was you. Seeing you stood there, the whole room's eyes on you, in the most stunning red dress made him feel something he had never felt before.

He couldn't take his eyes off you as you slowly walked, still trying to locate him. Suddenly, your eyes lit up as they landed on Carlos and Lando. You had that classic, confident swagger that you had always had, but tonight, it was paired with this elegance he never had seen before. 

"Hey guys," you smiled, standing with the two of them. Lando greeted you, and Carlos couldn't form words. The way the dress showed off your figure, the way it showed off your skin, the way it transformed you from a racing driver to a lady. He loved it.

"Carlos? You OK?" you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to try and snap him out of whatever daydream he was having. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he shook his head, as if he were trying to shake some sense into it, "How are you? Did you manage to get any rest?" he asked, needing to know you were getting better.

"Everything still hurts to move, but it's fine. You get used to the pain," you softly smiled, subconsciously running your hand over the bruises on your arm. "Well no wonder you're stiff, someone did a number on you," Carlos smirked, trying to ignore the butterflies he was feeling.

You were his friend, and you just looked especially good tonight. It was nothing. "Ha ha, very funny," you said, tilting your body so he couldn't look at them. You were trying to forget about them, but it was a given that someone would point them out.

Carlos noticed your slight discomfort, and wanted to take back his comment. He just wanted to be normal and not act like he was really nervous to speak to you. "Hey, in all seriousness, are you sure you're alright? These look like they hurt," he said, gently bringing your arm closer to him so he could inspect the damage.

He spotted the ones that were scattered about your ribs, and he instantly felt worried. He always cared when you were hurt, but this was... Different. It was almost like he could feel the bruises too, he could feel the pain and he so desperately wanted to take it away.

"It's OK, everything hurts and they don't really add to it," you laughed, not wanting him to worry. "They look pretty sick, to be fair," Lando chipped in, feeling oddly like a third wheel. "Yeah, they kind of do. They're my battle wounds," you laughed, striking the best pose you could.

"Exactly, exactly. Max just got here, so I'm going to go and say hi. I'll catch up with you later," Lando waved, walking away from you. "I didn't miss anything while I was gone, did I?" you asked, knowing there were always shenanigans going on around the track.

"No, no. I was just very bored without you," he smiled. It was true, it wasn't the same without you. You just brought laughter with you wherever you went, and he only noticed when you weren't around. "I think you mean you were bored without anyone to bully," you teased.

"Same thing," he smiled, finishing off the last drops of fizz in his flute. 

"I'm going to go and get a drink, you want anything?" you asked, gazing at him. He looked handsome tonight, the black suit he was wearing making him look completely different. But in the best way possible. 

"Yeah, just another one of these is fine, thanks," he said, and you nodded. He watched as you walked across the hall, as your hips swayed under the light. He observed the way you leant against the bar, and couldn't help but glare at the people whose eyes glossed over you for that second too long. 

He felt an unnecessary pang of jealousy ripple through his body, but he didn't know why. You were his friend, and that was it. Again, he put it down to how good you looked tonight. Sure, you were always pretty, but tonight you were beautiful on a whole other level. 

He had never felt this way for you before. He had always seen you as one of his best friends, someone who he could gossip with and cause mischief with. But now, he was seeing you as someone he wanted to wake up next to every morning, and fall asleep with every night. 

He was completely mesmerised by you. It was like you had bewitched him, enchanted him somehow. You had trapped him under your spell and there was no counter curse. He was doomed to stare at you, as if his eyes were glued to your body for the rest of eternity. 

He watched as you sauntered back up to him, handing him a second flute of champagne. "Thanks," he smiled, trying to compose himself. Mentally, he was telling himself to just be normal, but his heart clearly wasn't getting the memo. 

"No problem, how long were you here before I was?" you asked, sipping away at your espresso martini. You figured the coffee mixed with the alcohol would wake you up a bit, maybe take the edge off. "Not long, maybe ten minutes? They were the most boring ten minutes of my life," he chuckled. 

"Did you just say something nice about me? One glass of bubbly and you're already tipsy? Damn Carlos," you smiled sincerely, nudging him in the ribs. 

"If that's how you react, then I'm never being nice to you again," he laughed, leaning back against the wall. As you drank your drinks, he couldn't help but hang onto your every word. He was noticing the little things now that he had previously overlooked.

Like the way you smiled with your teeth when you were properly laughing, or the way your eye slightly twinkled when talking about a topic you were passionate about. It was the way your mannerisms were just so you. 

As per usual with every gala, there was soft, mainly classical or smooth jazz music in the background. He had already thought ahead and figured out a way to play this off as a joke, but he hoped it wouldn't have to come to it. 

"Dance with me?" He smiled, extending a hand out to you. For a second, you froze, waiting for the punchline. But, you were just met with silence. Carlos thought he had completely messed it up, until you took his hand. 

"Sure," you smiled, standing in closer to him. Tentatively, he placed a hand on your waist, careful not to press too hard on your injuries. He hadn't actually thought about the possibility of you saying yes, funnily enough. 

You looped an arm around his back instead of over his shoulder, not wanting to lift your arms too much. As the pair of you swayed on the spot, entangled in each other's embrace, Carlos was trying to convince himself he wasn't dreaming. 

"You look really nice tonight, I never got the chance to say," you told him, watching the faint beginnings of a blush creep up onto his cheeks. "Thank you, uhm, so do you. You look incredible," he fumbled, preventing himself from speaking anymore, in case he took it too far.

He wanted to tell you that you were absolutely breathtaking, and that he found you unbelievably captivating. He wanted to tell you that he didn't know what had happened, but these feelings had just bombarded him all at once, out of nowhere.   

"Thank you," you said. He did allow his fingers to gently trace around the skin of your waist, and you couldn't help but enjoy the gesture. You shuffled in a little closer, slowly lifting your arm to rest around his shoulder.

It was a lot more comfortable in the end, even if it did cause you some slight pain to put it there. "But I really mean it, you're the prettiest girl here," he complimented, unable to stop himself from telling you. 

You found it slightly odd at the way he was acting, since Carlos was always so confident - borderline cocky. But now, he was stuttering and blushing. You thought it was sweet to see him in a different light, and this was refreshing to see that even confident people have their nervous moments. 

There was something about the way he looked at you, something that wasn't like normal. He always had this mischievous glint in his eyes, but tonight, it had been replaced with something else. It was soft and warm, but you couldn't find a word to define what it was. 

It was unusual, but not unwelcome. 

The dazzling smile that tugged at the corner of your lips at his compliment sent his heart into a fit of joy. But then, his heart dropped. It was at this point that he realised, in the span of a night, he had fallen in love with his best friend.

And he didn't think there would be an escape, not by any means. 

A/N - OK I think this is one of my favourite things I have ever written tbh... I am so willing to do a part 2, so lmk if that's something you'd like to see! If you have any requests, feel free to submit and have a wonderful evening/day. Love you! 💖

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[seat-safety-switch]

Ah, morning. Hot coffee in my favourite mug, a sun-dappled veranda on the balcony of my rural French palace, and a quick peek at the newspaper to see how my favourite NASCAR driver, Rusty "Piss" Trickle, placed last night. Now, just to take a big sip of scalding hot Blue Mountain before I read the results...

No, of course you know what I know. Rusty didn't podium. Hell, he didn't even place. He got, once again, ejected from the venue for trying to crush a full can of beer with his helmet-mounted GoPro at 180 miles an hour on the roval. Before the race had even started.

His utter collapse in the face of competition doesn't impact my life materially, although tens of thousands of motorsports fans across the world peg their emotional states to the success or failure of their favourite racists. And you can see why. In early childhood, we all want to have heroes. Originally, they're characters of fiction, or idealized representations of actual jobs. Firefighter. Paramedic. Home Depot guy who unlocks the saw when your mom needs to rip some planks.

This is innate to the human experience. We see folks doing exemplary things, helping their communities, getting glory, and we want to do that too. Maybe we start adopting some of their mannerisms. For a few weeks as a nine-year-old, I kept harassing my parents with the catchphrase of my favourite television star, the 1989 Lincoln Mark VII LSC. I can quote it now, to this day: "vroom."

As we age, those heroes often become specific people. We become invested in them, in an unhealthy parasocial way. For instance, I once sent Rusty ten dollars in Streamer Superchat® because he posted a livestream of himself driving across a cornfield in a stolen MG Midget. Ten dollars. I don't even give my actual human friends gas money for transporting my ungrateful ass across the country when I drop a cylinder liner. So you can see how folks go absolutely apeshit when their favourite football team scores an insufficient amount of touchdowns, or a hockey squad fails to behead the referee in time to prevent a power play.

Is there a cure for this sort of unhealthy fixation? Probably not. Becoming disillusioned with your heroes, or ruining your entire day because a bunch of millionaires failed to win a competition, is natural. Maybe it's best that we target folks far away from our communities, because the guy at Home Depot who works the saw gets real nervous when I carry a giant foam finger into the place and cheer on his rough cuts. And that creates a really dangerous situation, even if it makes it much more exciting.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

My OCs Majour Historical Figures

Part 3 of my world building posts! I'm gonna arrange these guys in order of their importance to the Plot™, and how much I dote on them.

So, without further ado,

The Godhuntress, Ina

She's literally my PFP :)

Lived: 2000-4050AC

Height: 3.5m (11'6 for Americans)

Pronouns: She/Her

Race: Angel of Nature (her halo is just flowers)

Was completely loyal to the Gods until her husband got killed for abandoning his post to pluck some flowers for her

Then she went completely apeshit and genocided the gods

Possessed a secret Voidic ritual to drain magic from others, which gave her the power to defeat the Gods

Killed her daughter, Isobel, in a fit of rage after Iz tried to stop her from killing the last goddess, the Goddess of Dreams, who was just a child

Massacred the Fae, elves, and forest spirits

Jumped into the Void out of grief when she realised she had become a monster like the gods (see it here)

Speaks like she came out of the bible

Basically the biggest deity in modern Triworld

Been living rent free in my head since I was 6

2. The Spirit Emperor, Hans-el

Obsessive midgeted psycho

Lived: 3595- AC

Height: 130cm/4'3 (145/4'9 in his high shoes)

Pronouns: He/Him (caps included)

Race: Forest Spirit

Has an everlasting grudge against Ina for killing his best friend, the Goddess of Dreams, in front of him

Knows her power ritual because he saw her do it, and used it to gain enough power to become Emperor for vengeance

After she died, he set all the souls of the gods free for the heck of it

Like Ina, is power-corrupt and evil. Unlike her, he doesn't give a shit about it

Bastard has his little fingers in every bit of the Plot™

No seriously, if the story's set after Ina, it's events are probably his fault

You'll find him cameoing as either Hans or just 'the spirit'

Will murder you if you call him short (he is, even by spirit standards)

Inexplicably in love with Hash

3. Hash Brown

Nobody knows her real name

Lived: 1998- AC

Height: ? (145/4'9 in his favourite form)

Pronouns: she/he (and never it)

Race: Shapeshifter

Possibly the oldest being alive in Modern Triworld, not that she'd let anyone know it

Wears an elf body because that's what she pretended to be during the Runic Wars

Goes by Hash Brown because the Lich-Queen said it would be cool, and he's possibly forgotten his own name by this point

Actually pretty smart but pretends to be a ditz

Pathological trickster who feels bad getting people in trouble

Moved into Hans' castle one day, became his partner in crime (and everything else) and never left

Feels bad for deserting his people during the Ruinic War (cos he couldn't accept genociding humanity) and as such looks after the remaining shapeshifters

Drinking buddies with the Luxatian Exorcists, who all actually believe she's an elf

Fakes an incredibly strong Paliodaen accent

Secretly, deep within his heart, a good person

4. The Lich-Queen, Iraela Foundling

Cracker of bad quips

Lived: 2800-4003

Height: 165cm/5'5

Race: Human turned Lich

Found in the End of the World along with her sister, Ramaeria, and brought into Ceredellian Royal society

She showed no powers so she stayed hidden away while her sister, an Oracle, danced with nobles

Met and fell in love with a minor duke

When she discovered she was a necromancer of epic proportions, she tore Ceredell apart and remade it into the Deadlands

Has a god-awful inferiority complex and deep rooted jealousy

Still somehow trying to live up to her dead sister's image

Cannot stop cracking jokes at the worst possible timing

Thought it was funny to tell a young shifter to name himself Hashbrown

Main proponent of the Ruinic War, because she hates humanity (she doesn't want to be reminded that she was one)

Bonus: Luna Iverius Delacroix, Mind-mage

Absolute tech boomer

Age: 6012-

Height: 150cm

Race: Human

Actually pretty important to the Plot™

Main character syndrome in every meaning of the word

Make-up fiend

Ran away from home at age 11 and made herself a cult of personality

Cannot drive, cook, use a phone or take care of herself

Insanely lazy, but skilled enough at magic to make up for it

Does not know the meaning of playing fair

Neither booksmart nor streetsmart, but a secret third option (not smart)

By the way, all the images were made on picrew.me ! Go check it out, it's super fun to play with!

[saiyanmazen]

Your fiery nature

Another Vegebul ficlet written for the Vegebulocracy's D&D event. I would've finished it yesterday, but I've been struck down by a virus.

The prompt I used for this is obviously rage. This piece is rated somewhere between T and M. Nothing explicit or sexual, but very direct about the topic of sex.

Can also be read here on AO3.

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Vegeta didn't think he would ever have anything in common with the Earthlings. He knew there were similarities between him and Kakarot given their shared race, but he'd been more than disappointed by how corrupted the third class Saiyan had been by the humans. There was very little of his heritage in his blood, beside the physical attributes he reaped the benefits of.

No, there wasn't anyone on this forsaken planet that could measure up to the Prince of All Saiyans.

Or so he'd thought.

The first time he felt the strange sense of kinship was when Baldy was visiting the compound. The small so-called warrior (although Vegeta begrudgingly admitted that he was the only one he carried a tiny amount of respect for - he had at least been ready to kill Vegeta until Kakarot stopped him) hadn't turned his back to Vegeta the entire time he was there; a good instinct to be honest. The midget's fear of him was justified. The Prince was the most dangerous being in the entire universe.

He hadn't paid attention to the conversation, only watched as the Earthlings interacted with each other. Maybe it could prove useful in the future. But it appeared that Baldy said something to the woman that made her angry. Her voice rose to mind-boggling shrillness as her eyes threw daggers at the midget and her mouth spewed the most heinous things at him.

The tiny man was quick to respond, backing away in fear of her wrath, and actually turned his back to Vegeta, leaving him open to attack. In fact, the bald man backed directly into Vegeta where he was leaning against the wall. Baldy didn't even flinch when he felt himself collide with the genocidal alien, still keeping his attention on the furious woman.

Vegeta was frankly offended. Why was a warrior afraid of a person as weak as her? She practically had no ki at all.

He pushed the midget to the side, possibly through the wall, and approached the hysterical female. Her rage was no match to his and, though he'd given his word that he would do no harm to her and her family, he wasn’t going to let her behave this way in front of him. Her screeching was awful to his ears and her language some of the foulest he'd heard in his life, but he would stop her. He shouted with all his might that she better shut up right this instant.

She quieted a moment, her blue eyes zeroing on him with blinding white rage, and then she directed everything at him. Her ferocity shocked him and, even as he returned her fire, she didn't back down, not once.

He'd never experienced anything like it. No one, even Frieza, had ever spoken to him like that. But he suddenly found something in another that he could relate to: an intense and burning rage.

She was magnificent. A wildfire hidden right beneath the surface of her deceptively weak appearance. In spite of the insults he flung at her, he was enchanted by her fiery nature.

After their fight somehow came to an end (which might have ended with him walking away in anger after she'd threatened to dismantle the gravity room), he felt invigorated in a whole new way. He knew that he would never look at her the same way again.

It quickly became clear to him that it wasn't just Baldy who feared the force of her wrath. Her little boytoy lost all his (unearned) bravado whenever her temper spiked, Kakarot would immediately do his best to placate her and even the Namekian was quick to disappear at signs of her nasty behavior.

Vegeta could never act so cowardly. He stood his ground and gave back, making her rage flare to almost explosive levels. It caused a strange sensation in him, an attraction to her that he eventually acknowledged had something to do with his Saiyan genes. The women of his race had been fierce and unafraid of even the greatest warrior, no matter how inferior their strength was. And Bulma’s steely gaze and cutting words made him feel more at home than he ever had before.

He began seeking her out, goading her into fight after another, relishing the sparks flickering between them as they exchanged blows.

It inevitably became physical, albeit in a way he was unfamiliar with. Not that it stopped any of them from pursuing this new passionate dance. They wrestled for dominance every time and it blew his mind every time. It drew him even more to her, much to his chagrin.

Over the time spent together, they learned not to come to blows at every turn. It took the birth of their infant child and the death of their future son for them to find a peaceful co-existence. They still argued, often to the point that the other inhabitants would clear out for a while until the dust had settled. It was usually after they'd aggressively worked things in a physical manner.

At times they'd be forced to put their quarrels to the side. Those were his favorites. She would pounce at him at an unexpected moment, push him into the mattress, a wall or wherever she attacked, wrath burning in her eyes, and put her whole body into releasing that anger at him. She would move like a wild beast, scratch and bite at him, pull his hair and even yell at him while they both reached the peak.

She was glorious, a true Queen worth of any throne, passionate and strong in all ways that mattered. He was lucky to have found a woman whose temper could match his own if not outdo him. After all, her rage could even make a god cower in fear. And Vegeta wouldn't have it any other way.

[joeliz99]

A Proper Hello- Danny Ramirez

Description: After being apart for months, Danny and (Y/N) have a warm interaction at the airport. 

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word count: 506

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“Where are you? I can’t see you.” Danny's voice crackled through the phone as he awkwardly balanced it between his shoulder and ear. He was struggling to secure the strap of his backpack while maneuvering his suitcase through the bustling crowd.

“I’m right where I told you—behind the exit sign. Look, I’m waving my hand. Do you see me?”

Danny squinted and scanned the area. After a moment, he spotted the sign and lowered his gaze, only to see a glimpse of her hand, with the rest of her obscured by a taller person standing directly in front of her.

“You’re lucky I recognize you anywhere, midget. I’m on my way.” It took only seconds for him to appear in her line of sight, and her face brightened with relief as she hurried toward him.

“You’re such an asshole!” She laughed, though her tone was affectionate. He rolled his eyes with a teasing smirk. When they were finally close, Danny stopped, opened his arms wide, and enveloped her in a big, tight hug.

He hummed contentedly, swaying her from side to side. She could feel herself melting into his embrace, savoring the warmth and comfort that was so familiar.

“Finally,” she whispered in his ear, causing him to smile even wider. He placed a quick kiss on her cheek before reluctantly letting go.

“Come on. I want to give you a proper hello without all these people around.” Danny took her hand, his other hand still clutching his suitcase, and they walked toward the parking lot. As they made their way, they chatted casually, catching up on the time they’d been apart.

Once they had loaded his belongings into the trunk and got into the car, she continued to describe how the last few days had seemed to stretch on endlessly, knowing that his return had been imminent.

Danny, however, appeared distracted, his eyes scanning the surroundings to ensure they weren’t drawing unwanted attention.

“Mi amor,” he said suddenly, interrupting her. She fell silent as he gazed at her, his eyes dropping to her lips. A playful smile touched her face as she anticipated what was coming. She raised an eyebrow and reached up to play with the chain of his necklace through the gap in his shirt.

“Are we about to kiss?”

Danny chuckled, his smile widening as he placed his hands gently on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His lips brushed hers with a lingering, teasing touch, making her heart race after three months apart. With a playful nip at her lower lip, Danny finally sealed the kiss they had both been waiting for, relishing the familiar warmth of their connection.

One kiss quickly turned into several, each one slightly shorter and more playful than the last.

“Seems like you missed me, Mr. Ramirez,” she teased, raising her eyebrows with a playful laugh.

Danny’s grin was unmistakable, his eyes twinkling with affection. “You know I did. Now, how about we get home as soon as possible and continue this properly?”

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This is what you spend your time on? This? Defending your lolis? This is what you consider something worth spending valuable time on this earth for? Holy fuck, the human race is just cooked isn’t it. You people are actually serious about this shit.

It isn't "Defending Lolis". It's making a distinction between CP, and Loli which are not the same. NOT EVEN REMOTELY the same. As well as the people that see short women IRL, and deem them "Child Coded" because they are short, with smaller bodies/features and as such have to deal with people saying their partners are "Pedo" or "Pedo adjacent" or some bullshit like that.

No matter what you say Loli is in modern day is representative of, it's fiction. And no matter who fights me on this I don't care. And people have. Loli is a body type in modern day. People will say that's cope but it's not cope. Because Loli doesn't mean, "Child" or "literal child". And even though it's base word come from "Lolita" which I'm aware was also the name of a French film about a girl that was a minor, today that word doesn't have the same connotation. Lolita fashion for instance does not mean, "Minor girl fashion". And even the movie title itself didn't mean, "Minor Girl". It was just a movie name.

My point was never that "Loli good". I never said that. My POINT was that loli in modern day is a term to represent anime characters. Characters that are NOT real. Characters that are humanoid but not exactly human looking. I mean you have 14 y/o characters that look 20 and 50 y/o characters that might could look 18. But my supposed "Defense" of Loli is just saying it's literally just art of small bodied characters. If you ask me if I like it personally? No. I don't care about it. My issue is people that compare it to CP when it's not. And THEN translate that sentiment to real life to point at real women whose bodies would be considered "loli" if they were anime characters, and then told that they are not allowed to date tall men because their boobs are too small and they are too short.

And for the record. I was assaulted as a kid. I'd have preferred if he had been into actual child shota. Because MAYBE (though unlikely) I would not have been harmed. Anime is fiction. Dwarfs are fiction. Changelings are fiction. Other fantasy races that are short or small are fiction. And modern day norms according to twitter freaks are, "If I deem it looks like a kid it IS a literal child."

Except that ignores one very specific point. Which is Pedophiles. If Pedophiles were just into people that LOOKED like they could be "kids" then they could just date midgets or women with development disorders. Except for the fact that Pedos themselves are not in it for the body. They are in it for the power over another person and the innocence those kids have. Kids are easy to manipulate and they have an ignorance to them that makes them easy to control.

Fictional content does not give most of these people the thrill they seek. And if you listen to interviews with some of them in therapy sessions you will hear that.

My overarching point being. Real women are not fictional. Which was the broader point of my ENTIRE post. And that fiction and reality are NOT the same. So if that's "Defending" loli, whatever I don't care. Because you know what. Even IF Loli was about age and not body type (again it's not an age) at least it's not real people being hurt (and this is ignoring the difference between loli characters and lolicon). And anime characters again only look mostly human, but distinctly not human enough to qualify as realistic.

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g!p, dom jihyun x fem!reader ? pls 🫡

📝: You and Jihyun’s serious rivalry continued to grow in R U Next. As pissed off as she is, Jihyun doesn’t appreciate your flirtatious personality around the other contestants, so she decided to take matters into her own hands

⚠️: g!p Jihyun, enemies to lovers, R U Next au, rough sex, jealousy, degradation

Your morning was going well at first with Jiwoo making you a delicious breakfast and having enough time to do your own makeup and hair. But once you stepped foot into the rehearsal studio, you made eye contact with Jihyun.

Both of you rolled your eyes at the same time, making Jeongeun giggle.

“You two are never gonna get along”

You crossed your arms at her words. “Well she always wants to act like some stuck up bitch all the time”

Jihyun’s eye twitched as she took big strides to where you and Jeongeun stood. Her height towered over your smaller frame but there was no way you were gonna let it intimidate you.

“Watch your mouth, midget”

You were hit with her strong floral perfume and you almost fumbled with your response. “And what are you gonna do if I don’t?”

“You’re lucky there’s cameras around otherwise I would’ve thrown you into a wall”

Your heart started to race from how deep her voice has gotten and her face was so close that one push could make your lips touch. It was odd for you to even consider kissing your stupid rival.

“Uhhh I’m just gonna leave” Jeongeun whispered and ran off to Jeemin for some peace.

Seeing that no one was nearby, you inched your lips close to Jihyun’s ear and smirked. “Who said I wouldn’t enjoy being thrown into a wall? Not the first time it’s happened here”

You pulled back and enjoyed how Jihyun gulped her nerves away but with her stubborn self, she kept her chin up. “Of course you’d like that. Always slutting around when you should be improving those vocals”

Your smirk never faltered, but instead, grew wider. “Oh well that’s the good thing about it. Chanelle always makes sure I’m getting my vocal training. She’s just that good”

Jihyun clenched her jaw at a mix of jealousy and anger.

You noticed it and tilted your head mockingly to the side. “What’s wrong Jihyun? Jealous that I won’t let you shove your cock in me?”

“As if I’d dick down some whore”

You stepped closer and teasingly rubbed her bulge through her sweatpants. Even when soft, she feels huge but you weren’t gonna admit that.

“I don’t like small dicks anyways”

She grabbed your wrist. “You wouldn’t be saying that once I have you begging on your knees, Y/n”

“Try me, Choi” You scoffed and walked away to where Chanelle and Jiwoo were talking.

Jihyun released the breath she held in and watched your walking figure, her eyes shamelessly moving down to your plump ass. She pulled down her sweatshirt to cover her growing boner.

“Not now, please” she whispered to herself.

After two hours of learning choreography, the dance instructor clasped her hands. “Great work everyone! Let’s have an hour break and continue where we left off!”

All girls cheered and ran to their bags for some water. As the instructor left the room to eat, Jiwoo played some music to keep the energetic atmosphere and some of the contestants ditched their bottles to vibe.

Jihyun sat down on the floor and leaned back with her palms. “Hey, we should be resting. Not messing around”

But her words were ignored.

And she got angrier when she saw you grinding your ass into Chanelle’s front, all while you seductively stared into Jihyun’s eyes. The taller girl was not having it.

She stood up and grabbed your arm with a tight grip. “Sorry, need to talk to Y/n privately” Jihyun said through gritted teeth and forcefully dragged you out the room.

You thought she’d bring you to an empty studio but she took the time to walk you back to the dorms and push you inside before slamming the door shut.

“What’s your problem?!” You yelled but Jihyun pinned you against the wall by your neck.

You gasped and stared into the taller’s dark eyes. “J-Jihyun”

“Are you trying to get us in trouble? Wasting time in practice by fucking grinding all over Chanelle? Do you want dick that bad?”

“Let go of me!”

“You feel proud of acting like a slut even when you’re mic’d up and the cameras are rolling. I might as well have fucked you in front of everyone” she spat and moved her hands down to your waist, pushing your fronts together.

You gritted your teeth.

“Just say you’re jealous, Jihyun”

“And what if I am? I’m gonna destroy the fuck out of you and you’ll be thinking of me instead of Chanelle”

You whimpered as Jihyun attached her lips to your neck, kissing the area roughly and leaving a few purple marks before looking deep into your eyes again.

Your gaze flickered down to her lips. “J-Jihyun”

She smirked when your arms went around her neck.

“Fuck me, Jihyunie”

She aggressively pushed her mouth against yours, desperately wrestling your tongue and removing your shirt, same with your bra.

Jihyun pulled away and watched your hands fiddle with the end of her sweater before sliding underneath to feel her abs. No words were exchanged when Jihyun took off her shirt, revealing more of her define muscles and smooth milky skin.

Jihyun then dragged you to one of the beds and made you lie down. Her hands quickly took your pants and pull them off along with your underwear, revealing a shiny coat of wetness between your legs.

The taller went on top of you and pecked your lips. “You’re gonna watch me eat your pussy and don’t you dare take your eyes off me, got it?”

You gulped and nodded, silently watching Jihyun trail her kisses from your breasts to your flat stomach and finally down to where you needed her the most. She spread your legs wider and smiled.

“Gonna eat you so fucking good, Princess”

You let out a gasp when you felt her tongue push inside your needy cunt, pushing your legs further apart even when you wanted to close them around her head so badly.

“For a whore, you taste good” she panted and dove back into eating you out.

“Oh my god Jihyun!”

Jihyun started palming her boner from your lewd noises. “Mmm”

Just when you thought you were getting your quick release, the taller girl pulled her tongue away with a teasing smirk. The sight of her pretty lips glistening with your juice made you whine.

“No no no why did you stop?”

“Prepping you” she shrugged, going into the process of untying the strings of her sweatpants.

“Fuck your prepping! The others will probably check on us soon so it’s either you shove that cock in me and make me cum or I’ll fuck myself in front of you!”

Jihyun chuckled as she was finally naked. “Maybe if you were a bit more patient, you’d let me get to that part”

“You know what? Let’s go back and I’ll get myself off later. You’re fucking annoying” You hissed and made a move to stand up but Jihyun held your neck and forced you back.

“You’re not going anywhere until I’ve filled you up. I’m finishing what you started, Princess”

Jihyun went on to kiss your lips softly, using it as a distraction just so she could plunge herself deep inside your entrance. Your back arched and you wrapped your hands around the girl’s back.

“Fuck!”

“Shit, you’re tighter than I expected”

“I-It hurts” You squealed, letting the tears fall from the sudden intrusion to your pussy.

Jihyun removed her hand from your neck to wipe your tears and nuzzled her nose to the side of your face. “Shhh give it a moment”

Your body shuddered at Jihyun’s slow movements. She may have been a dickhead to you but she was sweet enough to let you get used to the feeling.

“Want me to move faster?”

“Please”

You bit back a scream at Jihyun’s change of pace, going from gentle pushes to faster ones. She groaned into your neck and hooked her hands under your knees to pull you closer. “You don’t understand how much I wanted you, Princess”

The sudden confession got you breathless. “Jihyunnie”

“I fucking hate you, you know that Y/n?”

It was hard focusing on the conversation she was starting if it wasn’t for her large cock shredding your insides. But you tried your best to answer without moaning

“W-What?”

“I fucking hate how perfect you are and you choose to slut around with everyone besides me” Jihyun panted, forcing herself inside harder. “Am I not good enough for your eyes? Do I have to fuck someone else to get your goddamn attention?”

Your eyes were rolling from the intense pleasure building up inside you, giving you a sign that you were so so close. “J-Jihyunnie!”

“Say you’re sorry”

“I’m sorry Jihyunnie”

“Louder” Jihyun ordered and held your jaw in one hand.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a slut!”

“Say you’re mine”

“I’m yours, Jihyunnie! I’m all yours”

Jihyun was grunting like a mad dog, knowing she was close to cumming inside you. “That’s right baby. You’re all mine. Not Chanelle’s. Not anyone’s. This pussy belongs to me”

“I-I’m cumming!”

“Fuck yes, cum baby. Cum all over me”

Jihyun’s hands grabbed yours and pushed them against the sheets, making the bed rock from her aggressive pounding. “Fuck Y/n, gonna fill you up so good”

“Please Jihyunnie. Cum with me!”

She bit down your neck and tensed her body, emptying her load inside your abused cunt as you shook beneath her. She laid on top of you out of exhaustion.

Your fingers immediately moved to brush through her black hair. “Thank you”

Jihyun pulled out and threw the covers over your naked bodies. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay. Don’t worry” you smiled as Jihyun rested her cheek against the valley between your breasts.

“You’re not gonna go back to Chanelle, are you?” She asked in a sulking tone and traced circles on your skin.

“I’ll stop going to Chanelle once you’ve finally asked me out on a date, Choi Jihyun”

“Do you like Chanelle?”

“God, what’s with the interrogation? You were rearranging my guts a few seconds ago” you laughed but Jihyun pouted more.

“Answer my question”

“No I don’t like Chanelle. We’re friends who help each other to relieve stress. She likes Moka by the way”

“Then I’ll take you out on so many dates as long as you stay with me. Only me, yeah?”

“Only you, Jihyun”

Jihyun sat up to lean her back against the headboard, pulling you into her lap. “Sorry for the fights we’ve had through this show. I really like you Y/n, I just didn’t know how to act”

“I’m sorry too. Let’s put that behind us now, okay? We can start over”

“That sounds good” she hugged your waist and kissed your lips.

You mentally rolled your eyes at the sound of your phone ringing. Jihyun paused the kiss to reach down and grab your device from your pants. With a frustrated sigh, you pressed the green button and held the phone against your ear.

“What do you want Yunah?!”

“Where the hell are you and Jihyun?! The staff are getting worried!”

“I’m…talking with her”

“For this long?! Jiwoo Unnie thinks you’re both slacking off!”

You were about to bite back but Jihyun’s lips moving under your jaw made it impossible to form sentences in your head. “U-Um”

“Hello?! Did you even understand everything I’ve said?!”

“I did!”

“Did you and Jihyun fight again? I swear to god, you two need to pull yourselves together”

Jihyun moved her lips away from your skin and looked up into your eyes with a bright smile. “I love you” She whispered.

“We’ll be fine sooner or later. Gotta go! Tell the staff we’ll be there in a few minutes. Just gotta sort something out! BYE!”

“Y/n—“

You ended the call and chucked your phone aside. “We need to go back, Jihyun”

“Alright. Can you walk?”

“Probably not but it’s fine” you kissed her cheek.

“I don’t mind carrying you back” Jihyun offered.

You shook your head. “You worry too much”