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I finally realized what roystache reminded me ofâŠđ€đžïžđ·ïž
#did these to warm up for a comm#ADDAMS FAMILY GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time during these#donât ask about the thought process it was simple mustache association#my art#fullmetal alchemist#riza hawkeye#roy mustang#royai#roy x riza#addams family#<-I guess#fma fanart#ship art
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New Persona
catboy robot vampire
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this week i am going back to the mountain (<333) for oil painting & reading books & chilling! not officially opening comms this time because i still have two from last year i need to finish up (sorry đŹđŹđŹ in my defense my stated SLA was "when you least expect it" and i take payment only when i finish the thing) but if you have an idea for something you think i should paint, now is a good time to tell me about it!
in general though my #1 priority is chilling the FUCK out because from as soon as i get back next week through at least the end of november, my team at work is going to be slammed. i'm bringing my comfiest folding chair and a box full of books and i look forward to being the least productive i've ever been in my life
#the trashcan speaks#my boss's philosophy on vacation is GO. TAKE VACATION. STOP WORRYING ABOUT INCONVENIENCING OTHERS#he told me this very firmly and i was like okay!! :) and booked the entire week off lmao#anyway i swear to god i did actually work on comms after coming back from the mountain last year#but then it rapidly became too cold to paint in the stupid garage and by the time it had warmed up i was house hunting :////
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Cake to sooth the beast
#heâs always been a stress eater to me so this checks lol#it mightve been how he gained his weight#valenâs magical abnormalities are actually my Roman Empire#heâs not like the other girls#many things happen to him but luckily this isnât one of those that cause him pain heâs just really freaking bright kdksksjd#and heâs in hiding đ#it makes me sad that it freaks him out a little and that itâs hella unpredictable#also#he did get proper food but itâs the cake he chose to eat fjdksksk#blorbo lore reveal lol#this is also the first time weâre seeing sunbeam rip babygirl canât believe your first screen time is you looking concerned lol#I love making these#I only wanted to doodle the cake monster as a warm up before comms but then I finished it#3 am doodle session lol#my ocs#my art
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here's a renmerry wip
#touhou project#touhou#renko usamki#merry hearn#maribel hearn#pk.art#my art#i'll hopefully finish this later after i finish comms#did this as a warmup but my hand hurts and maybe this was too much for a warm up anyway lol
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DPxDC Danny Is A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
(not in a necessarily bad way and it's by Clockwork's design)
Bats, or Constantine, or the JL, or whoever you want to be close to Danny in this prompt, don't notice it right away. It takes them a while to figure out its not purely coincidence. And even after they do figure it out, they still have their doubts.
The thing is, it doesn't work all the time. It also doesn't seem to have a system or a schedule to it, nor is it any kind of a superpower, as far as they can understand. By God, does Danny have way too many superpowers, but most of them are consistent, and yet this one... is weird. Weirder than anything they've seen before, and they've seen a lot, okay.
It also only works if Danny does it without thinking.
"You know what'd be perfect right now? A cheese sandwich," Danny says over the comms, in the middle of the fight with Dr. Freeze, "A warm, grilled cheese sandwich just out of the toas- Owch, what?" There's a pause. And then, "Guys, you're not gonna believe it, a cheese sandwich just smacked me in the face! I think someone threw it out of the window or something!" Danny sounds bewildered, but excited, and there's a sound of chewing from his comm now. At least he is eating, so that's good.
"I fucking hate robots," he grumbles the other day, punching his way through the Brainiac invasion in Metropolis, with no comm and only for the Supes to overhear, "No, correction, I hate only evil robots. The ones that interrupt my astronomy class. The ones that shoot motherfucking lasers and walk like crabs, and ruin a perfect day, and- I wish- aw, fuck, no, that's bad wording. Don't wish for shit. But if all these robots would just suddenly, miraculously malfunction and stop attacking me and the whole city, that would be, like, real nice of them."
A few minutes later, something goes wrong with the Brainiac's control over the army of robots, and all of them just stop moving and fall down at once. It is deemed as a chance, a lucky shot, a coincidence. Supes keeps quiet over what he heard Danny say.
"Oh, you bitch-ass fruitloop, you know what I want?" Danny yells at Plasmius, as the ghost is laughing like a madman, "I want a fucking brick to fall down right on your head, like, right now! Maybe that can set your brains straight for at least five minutes!" And even before he is finished talking, there's something falling down from the sky and hitting Plasmius's head. It's not a brick, to be exact, it's Miss Martian's shoe, though. She has no idea how it even came undone and fell from her foot. But it did somehow knock Plasmius out cold, so there's that.
It doesn't happen all the time. Red Robin does the math - the improbable accidents only happen in about 26% of the situations, given that Danny says something. It's by no means a reliable power. It also doesn't happen only during the fights: there were numerous times when Danny just said something like 'I wonder if the cafeteria serves garlic bread today' and sure enough, there's garlic bread there. Even if it was not on the menu. Ever.
They try to question Danny himself, but he has no idea. He doesn't even notice the coincidences most of the times - which is not surprising, knowing that they only happen in one out of four situations and Danny is known to have a short attention span. So, after a few unsuccessful investigations and failed attempts at calculating how this even works, they all give up. It has never jinxed anything, as far as they know, so everyone just leaves it be.
Danny is just magically lucky like that.
Meanwhile, Clockwork is having a good laugh about it. Danny's suggestions amuse him, and it's funny to watch the other superheroes having a mental breakdown over it, so he rigs the timeline from time to time. Just a little.
#danny phantom#dpxdc#dc x dp#batman#superman#justice league#clockwork#danny is a lucky little shit#and yet he has no idea he is#or maybe he does and he just plays dumb in front of everyone#feel free to add your own improbable accidents caused by Danny#or just anything at all#cork writes#cork prompts#prompt
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the lost brother - damian
There is static in his ears.
There is a baby in his arms.
His niece. His niece from a brother dead before he was born. The daughter of Danyal, his mother's greatest regret, the ghost haunting his childhood, the brother he never got to have.
She is so small in his arms. Still. Quiet.
It frightens him, cradling such a fragile life in his arms. He's not good with most people, let alone a baby.
Danyal must have been truly desperate to leave her with him.
"Robin."
The voice makes the world come rushing back into place. Damian moves before he thinks, turning his body to shield his niece from danger, but it's only Red Robin standing before him. He stares, wide eyed, until Red Robin pushes his cowl back and Drake stands before him, expression carefully neutral. He doesn't look at the baby in Damian's arms. He only looks at Damian.
"Robin, come on. The Batmobile is right below us."
Damian hesitates, then follows Drake to the edge of the roof. He takes the fire escape down, landing carefully so he doesn't jostle the baby in his arms, and Drake grapples down a moment later, carefully maintaining the distance between them.
He knows it's to keep Damian from feeling trapped, and he's stupidly grateful, though he'll never say so.
The rest of the family will be a pain to deal with. They will demand answers he doesn't have, invade his space, insist on taking his niece from him. At least Drake is quiet and willing to observe without interference beyond getting them all home.
As promised, the Batmobile waits for them in the alley. Drake holds the door open and Damian slides in, adjusting his niece to make sure she's comfortable. She blinks up at him with dark blue eyes.
How strange. He had expected them to be green.
Drake drives them, speaking in short bursts into his comm. Damian brings a hand up to his own, realising rather belatedly that it's muted. Oracle must have grown annoyed at the barage of questions heading his way and silenced them for him.
He'll have to thank her later, once things have settled down.
For now, all his attention is on his little baby niece. What did Danyal say her name was?
Ellie.
Ellie Ellie Ellie.
She reaches up with a small hand, curious, and Damian offers a finger for her to latch on to. Her grip isn't strong, and her hand is small and barely warm.
He holds her closer for the rest of the ride home.
Father wants to take Ellie away for tests. Damian refuses to let go of her, going as far as leveling a sword at anyone who tries.
Drake is the only one who offers to only draw the barest minimum amount of blood for a DNA test, all while Damian holds her.
This, he accepts.
The others hover in his periphery, muttering amongst themselves, but Damian cares little for their thoughts and judgements. He was given Ellie for the sole purpose of caring for her. He will not fail in his duty. If it comes to it that he has to hide away with Mother for the rest of them to calm down, then he will. Surely she'll want to be involved with her granddaughter.
He'll have to tell her about Danyal, anyways.
Father stays at the computer, watching as the results load. He does not look away from the screen to even greet Ellie.
Damian pushes down his bitterness. He knows well the kind of man Father is, now. This is expected of him.
It's Richard that stays by him, hurrying across the Cave with an armful of diapers and baby clothes.
"I wasn't sure what to get, so I got a bit of everything," he explains, setting everything down on the cot where Damian sits with Ellie. Richard cut his patrol short as soon as Danyal left and made an emergency run to the nearest store with baby supplies, pulling sweatpants and a jacket over his Nightwing suit. The collar of the suit peeks out from beneath his jacket, and Damian is sure that it's only the late hour that kept anyone from asking too many questions while Richard was shopping.
"Thank you," Damian mutters. He sets Ellie down carefully, and she blinks up at him with tired eyes. Her face is round with baby fat, but not by much. "How do I�"
"I think I know how to change a diaper," Richard offers, already pulling a fresh one out of the pack. He gets a small pack of baby wipes out of his pocket and quickly undoes the diaper on Ellie, wiping her down. Damian watches carefully, committing each step to memory as Richard changes her diaper and makes sure she's comfortable.
They're all out of their depths, Damian realizes. Have any of them actually cared for a baby? Pennyworth might have had some idea, and though he died a few years ago, the loss of him aches sharply even now.
"We'll have to figure out how old she is before we get any food for her," Richard murmurs, reaching out to brush a finger against her cheek. His eyes are soft, sad, and Damian lets out a slow breath, relived to know he can trust Richard with Ellie. "What happened?"
It's the question everyone's been asking him, and Damian has refused to answer each time.
But he will answer Richard.
"I saw a person on the edge of the roof as I patrolled. I went down to bring them to safety. He was⊠I had an older brother who died before I was born. But I know what he looks like. It was him, on that roof."
"You think he came back to life?"
"He must have. He was placed in a Lazarus Pit, but Mother said it didn't bring him back. Perhaps it just took time."
"What made you think it was him, if you've never met him?"
Damian thinks back. The man on the roof was a few years older than Drake, thin and worn-down. His eyes caught Damian's attention first; al Ghul's have very distinctive eyes, and it seems they both inherited that trait from Mother. Beyond thatâŠ
Lazarus Pits have magic in them. They wouldn't be able to do what they did without it. Those revived by Lazarus Pits carry some of it with them; it's not Pit Rage, which fades within an hour, but something else that leaves them on the boundary of inhuman. Damian grew up around the Pits and people who used them. He knows what the magic of the Pits feels like, and he could feel it in Danyal.
"I just knew," Damian answers. "Should Mother ever meet him, she'll be able to tell you the same thing: that was Danyal. And this is his daughter."
"Do you know why he left his daughter with you?"
"He asked if Batman was a good father. If I was safe here. Only then did he give Ellie to me."
"He could have stayed to," Richard says, sadness coloring his tone.
Damian doesn't respond. What could he say? Yes, Danyal could have stayed and joined them. He chose not to, for whatever reason. They have not found him yet, and Damian doubts they will find him any time soon.
Danyal is the first son of Talia al Ghul and Bruce Wayne. He will not be found until he wants to be.
Damian will have to wait until then.
The DNA results come back after eight rounds of testing.
Ellie is indeed Damian's niece.
The closest matches to her in the database are Damian and Bruce, which all but confirms that Danyal is indeed the first blood son of the Bat.
Father stares down at Ellie with an unreadable look on his face. He doesn't try to hold her; Damian doesn't know if he should be grateful for this or not.
"I have another son," he says. "And neither you nor your mother ever told me."
"He was dead," Damian answers, "What use would a dead child be to you? Even I never met him until tonight. He was gone long before I was born."
"He's still my son!"
"He's a stranger," Damian bites back. "Why do you pretend to care now? He has never been a part of our lives before. You won't even hold his daughter."
Father flinches back, just slightly, but it's enough to know that the barb hit. Damian gathers Ellie up into his arms and heads for the stairs. "I will be going to sleep now. Ellie will stay with me. You are welcome to stay down here to search for Danyal, or you can get some rest to join me in shopping for Ellie. I will call Mother. Good night."
The others don't have the decency to wait until he's completely out of the Cave before they begin shouting amongst themselves. Damian clicks his tongue and looks down at Ellie, who's sleeping peacefully.
"Let's hope you grow up to have more sense than them," he says to her.
He lays her on top of the blankets, then curls up next to her. It's a long time before he's able to fall asleep.
Mother calls first thing in the morning. Damian's barely had time to brush his teeth before his phone is ringing, and he has to rush to catch it before the call ends.
"Is it true?" she demands as soon as he answers, "Was it Danyal?"
Damian bites back a curse. He said he'd call her. It would have been best if he had been the one to break the news, rather than anyone else, but it doesn't surprise him that no one listened.
"It's true," he says. "Danyal was in Gotham last night. He left his daughter in my care before disappearing. I was unable to speak to him more."
"How can that be," she says, breathless, "It's been decades since his death. The Lazarus Pit never returned him to me."
"It was him. That's all I know."
There's a pause as his mother gathers her composure. Then she says, "I will be in Gotham in a week. I will not be kept out of my granddaughter's life."
"I will make sure we have a room ready for you."
"Good. Take care, habibi."
The call ends without any other fanfare. Damian drops his head with a sigh and tosses his phone back onto his desk.
On his bed, Ellie is sitting up, watching him curiously.
"You and your father have caused a lot of trouble already," he tells her, and she claps her hands together.
When he goes downstairs, he immediately makes note of Drake and Brown's presence with displeasure. His hopes for a quiet morning are dashed before he even reached the kitchen.
"There you are!" Brown says far too loudly. She bounds up to him, ignoring his scowl, and peers at Ellie. "Hm, I'd guess around nine to eleven months, accounting for FTT and some malnutrition."
"FTT?" he repeats.
"Failure to thrive. If infants aren't care for properly, which includes cuddling, then they just⊠don't grow as they should. They end up smaller and weaker than is expected for their age."
"I imagine she was not taken care of properly, wherever she was before. She wouldn't have been left with me otherwise."
Brown looks troubled, but she blinks it away and smiles when Ellie reaches up to grab at her nose. "Hello there," she says in a soft voice, "I'm your favorite aunt. Don't forget that, alright! I'm your favorite."
Damian pushes her away. "She has no favorites."
"Not yet, but it'll definitely be me when she does!"
"Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?"
"No. But, in all seriousness, me and Tim are here to help. He gave me a rundown and what happened and I still have a bunch of stuff from my pregnancy classes that can help you. We also got some baby food and milk and formula for the baby, since she'll need to eat and be burped. I can walk you through all of that so you can start getting some experience in baby care."
Ah. He had forgotten that Brown had once been pregnant. That she gave away her own baby.
It must be hard for her to be on the other end of that situation, to watch someone take in a baby whose parent couldn't properly care for her, to muster up a smile and all the information she has to make things better.
"I would⊠appreciate that, Brown."
"Good! Well, lesson one starts now."
She throws open the door to the kitchen, where Drake is pressing the tip of a feeding bottle against the inside of his wrist. "Come here," he says to Damian. "Hold out a hand."
Curious, Damian does as told, and watches as Drake pressed the warm tip of the bottle against his wrist, where liquid splots out onto his skin. "That's about how warm it should be when you feed her. Here." He presses the bottle into Damian's hands, and it takes some adjustment before he can feed Ellie, who starts off slowly, then with more energy.
Brown tosses a rag over his shoulder, and instructs him on how to burp Ellie once she's finished eating. She coughs up some formula, then settles back into his arms, eyes closing as she begins to doze.
"I'll handle shopping," Drake says. "You need a crib, right? Maybe some toys⊠Just text me a list, I'll get everything."
"Why are you doing all this?" Damian can't help but ask. "We are not exactly⊠close."
Drake blinks at him, as though he's confused. "Because a baby is a big responsibility. And just because we don't always get along doesn't mean we're not family. She's my neice too. Doesn't she deserve to have more people in her corner?"
Damian can't argue with that, so he nods and lets Drake go to buy whatever he thinks is necessary. Brown lingers in the kitchen, making breakfast for them both in between sneaking glances at Ellie. Usually being watched so obviously would have him on edge and snappy, but he understands the urge to keep looking; he also can't take his eyes off of Ellie.
For someone so small to go through such hardship already⊠he doesn't understand how anyone can look at her and not want to keep her safe.
He wonders if anyone is keeping Danyal safe.
As much as he wants to go after Danyal, search for his resurrected brother, Ellie takes priority.
She's the one who's here to stay, after all.
Father doesn't come up from the Batcave all day.
Damian tries not to hate him for it.
He doesn't think he succeeds.
(masterpost for all parts)
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#demon brothers#the harmless series#dcxdp fic#my writing#now comes complicated family!!!! hehehehe#yes alfred is dead. this takes place a few years after his death. so damian's around 15 and danny's about 24#this will be explained more later. just know he was in that lab for a very long time.
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star-crossed â mv1
genre: angst, fluff, humor, lots of back and forth, smut
word count: 9.1k
Fixated, you and Max struggle to stay away from one another. All the while, everyone tries to convince you that it won't ever work out.
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+...penetrative sex, fingering
inspired by this !
cherry here!...as a wise person once told me: footnotes = crumbs. hope that helps!! enjoy :)
The table was long, practically going for miles, but not reallyâit was just your closest friends. They all converse with one another, talking about the upcoming season, the upcoming season, and oh, whatâs that? The upcoming season. And youâve had enough of it, he can tell, so he gently rubs his thumb over your hand, easing your nervous tick.Â
White florals lay neatly on the wooden top, fairy lights hang up above your heads, and Frank Sinatra plays from your fiancĂ©âs phone, connected to the Bluetooth.Â
Pierre stands up firmly, clinking his glass with a spoon. When it doesnât seem to get anyones attention, Alex lets out a loud whistle. Everyoneâs heads turn. âMerdeâfinally. Well, first of all, welcome on behalf of the groom's best man!â Crickets. His smile drops. âI-Its me. Iâm the best man.â
âMore like Best Party Killer. Sit down,â Daniel yells, aiming a peony at his friend's head.Â
The Frenchman swats it away, to which Kika glares as it hits her. He nervously chuckles, pecking her cheek, swiftly. âComme je le disaisâŠweâre here to celebrate two very important people. Can ya take a guess?â
âWhy did you choose Pierre as your best man again?â you whisper to the twenty-six year old. He shrugs, hushing you once before his watercolor eyes flicker back to his friend.Â
âAny more guesses?â
âOkay, thank you!â you yelp, standing up and motioning him down. âThank you, Pierre, for saying a whole lot of nothing, really.â
The blue eyed boy silently pleads, hands pressed together in prayer. âOui, oui, Iâm done, Iâm done.â A warm hand snakes to wrap around your wrist and you sigh, sitting back down onto his lap. He clears his throat. âI thought we could go around andâŠshare some stories about the soon-to-be husband and wife. Iâll start.â
âGreat,â Kika groans, massaging her temples.Â
âSeptember 4, 2022.â
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Circuit ZandvoortâSeptember 4, 2022 (Dutch Grand Prix)
âYou said it would be warm!â
Lissie squeals when you reach out to pinch her forearm. âI said slightly warm. More so cool.â A harsh glare. She winces. âYeah. Sorry about that.â
Despite the evident goosebumps, you march your way over to the pen, awaiting your first interview. Lissie stands besides you, raising two thumbs up and a toothy grin. You got this! Your stomach churns as you fix your set up. Sheâs right, youâve worked for this moment, day and night. You weren't going to mess up for any reasâ
âShould I just come back later orâŠâ
Blinking, your heart stops beating as your mouth runs completely dry. He looks around for his publicist who just sighs and starts tugging him away.Â
And weâre here with Max Verstappen, Lissie hissesâassisists. Coughing loudly, you bring up the microphone to your lips. âMax Verstappen!â The RedBull driver turns back to face you, clearly puzzled. You cringe at your sudden outburst, but continue. âSo nice to see you. Saw you had a magnificent drive.â
Blue eyes pierce basically through your soul. He smiles, shoulders relaxing, hands leaning against the barrier. âYeah. We did have a lot of luck on our side today. Plenty.â
It wasnât that hard to pick up from there, question after question being basically given to you, to which he answers with professional ease. His dimples even pop out with every punctuation, it makes your chest swell. You clear your throat, eyes flickering to your list that now narrows down to one last inquiry.Â
âEveryone nowadays fears you, it seems like.â He laughs, rolling his eyes. âBut I do have one questionâhow does it feel to be the villain in all of Formula One?â
His smile slips away. âSorry?â
âUh-oh,â Lissie mutters.
But you donât catch onto it, his sudden defensive tone, his dark glare. Beaming like the sun on the earth, you nod. âWell you arenât the most liked, per se. Often hated by others. Do you think your dominance has affected your relationship with the drivers on the grid?â
When you finally look up, you clearly notice his change in demeanor, and that makes you flinch. We should get going, his publicist squeaks, already pushing him away. Letâs not air that last question, thank you.Â
Fiercely, you turn to face your friend. âI still had a minute left!â
âWhy would you say that?â she screeches. âWhy, why, why?â
You blink. âIâm lost. What did I do wrong?â
The brunette sighs, brown orbs analyzing the short clip. âYou got on Max Verstappenâs bad side, thatâs what.â
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âTheir relationship had started ratherâŠrocky,â Pierre announces, swaying his hands back and forth for emphasis. âBut donât you worry! I. Fixed. Everything.â
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âShe really said that?âÂ
Max whips his head to Checo, then to Yuki, then to Pierre. Each wears a loopy smile. He scowls. âSheâs new here, she must beâIâve never seen her before. Who does she think she is?â
âA legend, thatâs who,â the Frenchman retorts, almost high and mighty.Â
Max takes a long sip of his energy drink before scoffing. âI donât care if sheâs royalty, Iâm never willingly doing an interview with her ever again.â
A few hours have now rolled by and youâve finally realizedâyou messed up. Here you go, basically painting him out to be the bad guy, when really, heâs just a strong driver. No one thinks heâs a villain, you think heâs a villain.Â
âYou think heâs going to protest against me? Get me fired? Boycott? Hates me?â
Lissie giggles, tidying up the equipment from the last round. âNo. No. No. Maybe?â
Groaning, you hit your forehead over and over again with your clipboard before a sharp accent makes you stop. âHello.â
âOh! Hi!â
His lips stretch, then steps closer to you. âIâm Pierreââ
âI know who you are,â you cut him off. âItâs so nice to meet you. Iâmââ
âNew?â
Your cheeks burn up at his accuracy. âYes?â
âI thought so,â he pronounced with a goofy grin. Annoyance builds up inside of you but hold back and bite your tongue. The Frenchman fixes his sunglasses that lay on the bridge of his nose. âSoâŠIâm going to take the chance and say that what you asked wasnât meant to hurt his feelings?â
You soften up quickly. âI hurt his feelings?â
A nose scrunch. âLet me backtrack; Max doesnât have feelings, therefore thereâs nothing to hurt, but he does hold killer grudges, so yeah.â He lifts the frames. âHe doesnât like you.â
âLovely,â Lissie mumbles from her spot besides you. âIs there a wayâŠweâŠcan fix all this misunderstanding? Because thatâs what this is! A misunderstanding!â
The Alpha Tauri driver clicks his tongue in deep thought. âThereâs not much to do other than apologize. Explain yourselves, maybe? Heâs very Old-Fashioned.â
âOkay, yes.â You scurry down the paddock. âI could do that! I could so do that.âÂ
âOther way!â he yells. Turning around, you see him pointing you down to the right. You giggle, nervously, and continue your sprint.
You catch him quite fast; his tall stature and blond hair are pretty easy to spot. âHeyâhi!â Gasping for air, you clutch onto your side. âH-hello. Again.â
His jaw ticks once, and in an eerie motion, a warm smile forms. You shudder. âYes?â
âI just wanted to apologize about before. That was not the right thing to say, I am so sorryâŠplease donât demand for my release.â
A dark brow quirks up, looks around, then back down to you. âIâm not here to ruin your life, youâve got nothing to worry about.â
You sigh in relief. âGod. Thank you, thank you, thank you.âÂ
Crouching down to you, he tilts his head to the side with a sly grin. âYouâre very welcome, but that doesnât mean I like you.â
Your breath hitches, shivers spreading like a wildfire. âSorry?â
âYeah.â He steps away. âYou already said that.â
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âHe was a bit guarded. Definitely guarded.â
âIsnât this supposed to make me look good?â your fiancĂ© grunts, dark eyes narrowing down on the Frenchman. âYou know what? Just sit down.â
Pierre smirks. âSee? Guarded.â
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Autodromo Nazionale MonzaâSeptember 11, 2022 (Italian Grand Prix)
âIâm not a quitter.â
âThere we go!â
âBut he makes me want to quit.â âOh, well now weâre back to square one,â Pierre groans. âHeâs being hard headed, thatâs all. Iâll talk to him again, donât worry.â
And he does.Â
It happens during one of the worst moments in your life; you werenât wearing makeup.Â
âYou lookââ
âHideous?â You blush. âYeah, donât even mention it.â
He swallows, digging his hands deep into his pockets. âI wanted to apologize⊠for the way I reacted. It was immature.â
âN-no, you had every right to be upset. I crossed the line and Iâm sorry.â
Max nods, Adamâs Apple dancing up, then down. âTruce?âÂ
Staring down at his large hand, you smile and slip yours past it. âTruce.â
And as a rare occasion, his smile meets his eyes, crinkles and all. The RedBull driver disconnects first, then rubs his jaw once before signaling down to your wet hair. âPool day, I see? Enjoying the benefits?â
With a cheesy look, you shrug. âItâs one way to relieve stress.â
âYeahâand whatâs another?â
His tone is sultry and irresistible, you canât help but rip your gaze away. âAnything that brings thrill, I suppose.â A tick. âWhatever that may be.â
âAnd what if itâs something bad? Does that still count?â
You laugh, throwing your head back. The Dutchmanâs lips wobble as a weak attempt to not smile. âYouâre not a bad person, so yes.â
His tongue clicks. âUh, I don't know. As I recall, you called me a villain?â
Groaning, you gently smack his chest. âWill you ever let it go?â
âMight take me a whileâŠâ
Just as youâre about to respond, your phone rings and you smile. âL-Lissie.â
 The blue eyed boy nods. âAre you going to be interviewing me from now on?â
âAhâis my ban lifted?â
âYes.â
You roll your eyes. âThen yes.â Strolling past him, you wave. âSee you around. And put on some sunscreen. Itâs good for you.â
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âWhere are you even going with any of this?â Lewis hollers from the end of the table, taking a sip of wine. âYouâve just been talking about yourself, not them.â
Pierre scowls. âIâm getting there!â He returns his attention to the couple, gleaming. âSo, as you can imagine, once I weaseled my way in and fixed their problemsâyour welcome, by the wayâa certain spark came through. It was clearly evident.â
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Marina Bay Street CircuitâOctober 2, 2022 (Singapore Grand Prix)
âNepo-Baby?â
You hum. âThey all are.â
Lissie groans. âSo how will I know which one?â
âOh, youâll know.â Squinting accusingly, the British girl sticks her tongue out before standing up, hands on her hips. She yawns. âI have to go find Will. Something aboutâwhatever, you probably donât even care.â
You giggle. âNope. Have fun.â
Silence engulfs you as you close your eyes momentarily, pulling your coat over your chest.Â
âDonât you have to watch the race in order to report back on it? Ask questions?â
âDude, I was just falling asleepâŠâ You peek an eye open. âAnd yes. But it hasnât started, so I'm clear.â
Max whistles, unimpressed. Falling down next to you on the fluffy couch, he places his hands over his stomach, closing his eyes, too. You try not to laugh and instead do the same.Â
âHavenât seen you around much.â
âBeen hiding from you.â
âSeems like. Donât do that.â
âFine.â You grin, sitting up straight. âShouldnât you be getting ready?â
âProbably.â
You snicker, pink tongue poking from in between your teeth. The cold air makes you snuggle deeper into your wannabe-blanket and he canât help but take occasional glances. Teeth chatter. âCâmon. Iâll walk you.â
â...and I turned and said, isnât that Celine Dion?â Lissie waves her hands back and forth, swaying like a Fly Guy. She pouts, stopping her movements. âTurns out I was just really freaking high.â Will laughs, jotting down God knows what onto a piece of paper as she continues cluttering herself with an obnoxious amount of wires. The British girl huffs. âYâknow, sometimes I wonder if it wasââ A sharp gasp. âHim? Oh myâitâs him!â
âDonât you mean her?â Will hums from his spot, still not looking up.
But wide-eyed Lissie stares with her jaw on the floor as you and Max cross by, laughing and pushing each other as you make your way down the paddock. As soon as you blush when he winks, it becomes all the more real. The young reporter nods, curled hair bobbing up and down.Â
âR-rightâher.â
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AutĂłdromo JosĂ© Carlos PaceâNovember 13, 2022 (Brazilian Grand Prix)
âIs he cute? Yeah, maybe.â A finger pinches her top lip before releasing. âIn a weird way.â
âHey,â you warn.
âIs he your type? Donât know why, but yes. I could see why youâre into him.â
âGreatâŠâ
âBut is he the right choice? No. Not at all.â
â...and fantastic.â Flopping down onto your towel, you groan. Suddenly the blazing sun wasnât the worst feeling because Lissie was right. Itâs unbearable, almost. You prop up, facing her with a scrunched nose and squinted eyes. âDonât you think youâre being a bit too harsh?â
âOh no.â A sip of coconut water. She purses her lips. âGod no.ïżœïżœïżœ You sigh, slowly, then sprawl back down with a sour snarl. You can hear her debate; muttering, mumbling. Still, that doesnât get rid of your bad mood. The brunette pokes your thigh gently, nibbling her bottom lip. âHeâs just soâand youâre just soââ A beat. âIâm just looking out for you.â
âYeah.â Waves crash harder. Sun beams brighter. You open up the bottle of sunscreen, spurting some onto your burnt legs. You rub briskly; up, down. She flinches. âYeah, I know.â
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âAnd for a while, that was that,â Pierre announces, feigning indifference. âNo more love birds.â
âOh,â George blurts. Dark brows pinch up, teasing smile playing out. âThen why are we here?â
âOh God,â you groan, digging your face into the nape of the twenty-six year old. You can faintly sniff out his musk scent, clean and so him. It makes you smile like a teen. âWhat if we just elope?â
He chuckles, vibrating and sending you on your own personal rollercoaster. âWe always can. Is that what you want?â And he asks because he knowsâno. Thatâs not what you want. Separating yourself to peck his cheek, you shake your head with a playful pout. âNo. Thatâs not what I want.âÂ
âGood.â Watercolor eyes flicker to where Pierre finally gets yanked down and Lissie takes over with a proud smile. âBecause I think this is actually going somewhere.â
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Bahrain International Circuitâ-March 5, 2023 (Bahrain Grand Prix)
So you kept your distance, and oddly enough, he did too. For plenty of reasons. And it wasnât even that hard, really. He spent his summer break traveling and you spent yours as a homebody. No texts, no calls, no nothing.
âHeads or tails?â
âTails.â
A sly grin. The silver coins flips a couple rounds before jumping up and down, clapping. âHeads! Go on, Coffee Boy. Oh, and make it extra sweet.â
âYouâre going to get a sugar high and not be able to sleep later.â
âUntil I can feel my teeth rot,â you retort, slipping your tongue over your pearly whites.Â
Answering a few emails, you perch onto a chair. Itâs too stiff, so you twist and turn until you ultimately decide to just stand. A gust of wind salutes you as your orbs flicker up to the sudden shadow. A breath catches.Â
Max tilts his head in greeting. âWorking hard already?â Your lips part. âThe seasonâs barely begun.â
And just like that, your world tilts on its axis, but this time with more to lose.Â
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âAs your best friendââ Lissie points clumsily at Carmen who giggles while the British girl furrows her thick brows. She glances around before spotting you dying with laughter on your fiancĂ©âs lap. She claps. âI knew straight awayâhe was the one for you.â
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Miami International Autodromeâ-May 7, 2023 (Miami Grand Prix)
âHow long has this been going on for?â she hisses, disappointed eyes challenging both you and Max. She gags at the hickeys on your neck and his tousled hair.Â
With wobbly legs, you take her hands into yours. âA weekââ
âNo.â
âWell, twoââ
Green paints her face. âNo.â
âOne month,â he murmurs from his corner in the elevator. Watercolor eyes flicker up, loopy. âItâs been a month. Ever sinceââ
âAzerbaijan.â Shamefully, you look down at your shoes and nearly scream bloody murder when you spot your thong just a few steps behind her. âEw, gross,â Lissie gasps, shutting her eyes in despair. Taking in the opportunity, you scatter down and retrieve the thin fabric. The Dutchman releases a laugh, but bites down when the British girl glares hard. She curls a brow at your breathless state. âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
Giggling nervously from your place on the floor, you keep your hands behind your back; out of sight, out of mind. âBegging for forgiveness?â
âOh stop it, a piece of land is what I need in order to forgive you for being dumb as shit.â
You frown, but quickly stand up when she exits the elevator. You can hear him follow with a bored expression. âLissie, wait!â
Like a spinning top, she turns back, long layers slapping her pink face. âYou two know this isnât a good idea, right?â
âYesââ
âFor a million different reasonsââ
âI-Iâm aware,â you stutter.Â
âThen why did you do it?â she whispers.Â
And the truth is, you donât know. All you know is that nothing else matters when you're with him. Itâs sickening how blindsighted you get. Anxious eyes twirl over to the blue eyed boy who shared the same expression despite being unbothered a few seconds ago.Â
Licking your lips, you play with the fabric. âThatâs it. Weâre done.â You turn to the RedBull driver. âTell her.â
âDone.â
For a moment, you almost let yourself flinch from how fast and easy heâs able to say that one word. Lissieâs judgmental eyes look at you, then him, then sighs, reluctantly nodding. An awkward moment ticks by and then sheâs focused, appalled.Â
âAre those your panties?â
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âYou were like a dog who couldnât bear the idea of leaving its bone.â Everyone snickers while you throw the same peony Daniel had aimed at Pierre to shut him up. She laughs, raising her arms up in defense. âAnd I knowâI knowâI came in like a monster, warning you off of all the drivers because like it or not, theyâre scumbagsââÂ
âEy. Watch it,â Carlos deadpans from the corner, brown eyes playfully glaring.Â
She shrugs. âBut I no longer liked playing the role of an evil step-sister soâŠâ Tears brim and you choke on a wet sob. âIâm just so happy that youâre happy.â A pause. âThat you're both happy.â
Leaping off his thick lap, you rush over, embracing her. She laughs, returning the gesture. âI love you,â you start. I know. âAnd Iâm so happy that you neverââ
A knowing smile. âIâd do anything for you.âÂ
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Circuit de MonacoâMay 28, 2023 (Monaco Grand Prix)
Sneaking into his motorhome, you moan as soon as he gets his hands on your; sliding up and down your body with urgency. Heat radiates off of him and onto you. All of thisâ the cramped room, his lips attacking your neckâmakes you dizzy. Clutching onto his sweaty hair, you arch, completely to him and for him.Â
âWe s-shouldnât.â You gasp. Long fingers tease your aching pussy as you whine. He instantly slaps a large hand over your mouth as he continues his movements. The stretch burns, but it's fairly familiar that you donât even cry out, just stare back with knitted brows and an open mouth that he canât see, but can feel expand beneath his palm.Â
âYouâre probably right.â A steady stroke. âYou should be out there.â His knuckles curl as he reaches your g-spot. âPreparing those foolish questions.â A muffled moan. âBut youâre here, because you know that this excites you as much as it does me.â
Calloused pads push down before drawing figure eights deep inside. âYouâve been a bit uptight. Could it beââ
âNo,â you cut him off. âDonât even try and blame it onââ
âFine, then answer me one thing; is this stress reliever a bad thing?âÂ
Feeling your orgasm rolling in is one thing, but your snarkiness is another. Gritting your teeth, you force him down to kiss you, teeth and all, and then rip away with a sultry smile. âMaybe, but who cares?â
Youâre not completely off. At that moment in time, neither of you cared about the consequences. Itâs just that as soon as a room of watchful eyes flicker to you two, you swallow a low wince.Â
Grabbing your microphone, you fix your disheveled hair. Lissieâs eyes flicker between you and him, slow and scary. Like sheâs reading right through you and your lies.
Beaming at the awaiting grid, you raise your chin up. âWhoâs ready?â
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âFinally,â Daniel yells, rolling his cuffed sleeves. âSomeone with an actual story to tell.â A wide smile has never made you more nervous than at this very instant, so reasonably so, you swallow the entire glass ofâ
âVodka, baby! That was my vodkaâyour champagne is right there.â
Blinking, you giggle, wiping your plump lips with the back of your hand. âWhat yours is mine, no? Isnât that what marriage is all about?â
He chuckles. Lean arms wrap around your waist like a harness. âKeep this up and youâre not going to be able to sleep later.â
âThe opposite, actually,â you state as a matter-of-fact. âJust need to get blackout drunk.â
He cocks his head to the side. âThatâs not like you.â â...should have seen her! She was wasted as shit!â the Australian yelps, buzzing with excitement. You nip at the air all while he raises his voice an additional octave. âI found her there, at the bar, close to getting alcohol poisoning, but you know what they sayâonly drunks and children tell the truth.â
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Red Bull RingâJuly 2, 2023 (Austrian Grand Prix)
âOui, the beer! Fucking amazing,â Pierre declares with a mouthful.Â
âSay it, donât spray it,â someone screeches, and is quickly identified to be Alex when he wipes his shimmery forehead. You laugh, taking baby sips from your drink. Shirley Temple, because contrary to belief, you werenât a nasty drunk.
The Frenchman pouts, tapping his fingers against the brown glass. He turns to you with a sheepish grin. âI read your article.â
âYeah?â
He nods. âHave to admit, it's kind of boring. Itâs not your fault though. Max Verstappen's domination has made the sport sort ofâŠâ He pretends to wilt, to which you toss your head back with laughter.Â
âYour time will come, Pierre, your time will come.â
âShit, shit, shit! Bathroom!â Lissieâs long legs wobble like a plate of jello as you hurry over to catch her.Â
âCrapâyou smell like shit.â
The British girl squeals, yanking her hair, dancing from side to side. âI smoked a fat blunt, but never mind that, if I donât find a loo in approximately five seconds, then I will smell like actual shit.â
A nose scrunch. âThatâs not very lady-like.â She paces some more. âLetâs go.â
Meanwhile, on the other side of the crowded room, Max watches as the two journalists slip away. He keeps a close eye for a while until a certain brunette swoops in right next to him with a loopy grin and crinkly eyes.Â
âYou should talk to her. Seems like you really like her.â
âWhat? What makes you say that? What makes you think that?â
Daniel shrugs, rotating his blunt back into his mouth. âDilation.â
The Dutchman gags. âWhatâŠlike when a woman gives birth?â
A sore laugh. âAs in your eyes.â Another hit. âYâknowâŠthey just lookâdifferent. When you look at her, I mean.â
And he hopes it is not apparent that these words make him swallow. For the past year, heâs tried his best to hide his feelings for the sake of not making a fool out of himself, and later for a whole other, butâŠ
He licks his sudden dry lips. âHm. Doesnât matter if my eyes fucking shine or not, sheâs not my type.â
The Australian frowns. âSucks. Lissieâs really cool.â His eyes flicker over to the RedBull driver in a nonchalant manner, but when he blinks back with rose tinted cheeks, despite not having a sip of alcohol, he chokes on his puff. âOh shit, noâŠâ
In a flash, Max yanks the blunt away, dipping it into an anonymous drink. âYouâre right, she is so coolââ
Brown eyes narrow down in accusation, brows knitted sharply. âRight, but weâre not talking about LissieâŠâ A wince. âMate, you canâtâŠyou know you canât.â
And just like that, Daniel notices the blown out pupils revert back to its original shape. Small and empty. âYeah. Of course.â He plops back down onto his stiff seat, rubs his eyes, then smiles. âI know that. I-I-I was never going toâyeah.âÂ
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âHeââ Daniel points over to the broad twenty-six year old who sits with a timid smile. â...didn't have a single sip of beer that night because he was too focused looking after her.â A whistle. âAnd if that isnât love, then I donât know what is.â
âWow, congrats,â George says to your fiancĂ©. âFor not being an alcoholic, really, that's impressive.â You can hear the humor that coats his voice and you canât help but giggle. Calloused fingers slip up to pinch your thigh as you laugh harder.Â
âThatâs why I drank twice as much that day,â Pierre announces with a firm voice. âBecause he was missing out on some fantastic beer.â
âDrunkard,â Alex whispers to Lily who stifles a snicker.Â
The tall Australian clicks his tongue. âSo who was the wasted one who confessed their little white lies?â
Everyoneâs eyes turn to face you as you burn up with mortification.
âWhat the fuck, I barely even drink!â
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Red Bull RingâJuly 2, 2023 (Austrian Grand Prix)
âYou.â
âMe?â
You snarl, stomping over. âShe's a lightweight, dumbass. Why would you get her high? Jesus, we have a flight in eight hours.â
Daniel cackles, clapping as if delighted at the fact. âShe kept insisting! I felt bad.â
An eye roll. âDouche.â
He tries to make it up to you with a drink. âPierre says theyâre good.â You eye the bottle hesitantly. He sighs. âCome on, trust me.â He eventually sneaks off for a minute, but returns with a new blunt.Â
âDid you pull another one out of your ass or where did you get that from?â
âOh no. How many did you drink?â
Squinting, you motion him to take a seat. He does, but he canât even smoke in peace now that you sway from side to side, despite being seated. âI donât know. Too many.â He groans, large hands tugging his hair. You take a long sip, then raise your glass like some wannabe. âHe told me he loves me. Tonight. Right when you left. And you know what I told him?â Another sip. âI told him I love him too.â
The Australian chuckles. âI didnât expect you to fall for someone like him.â
âMe either. But I fellâtumbled.â You frown. âIâm just not sure this is the right thing to feel, yâknow?â
His orbs flicker to the twenty-six year old who huddles with a bunch of the other drivers. He smiles, tilting his head. âWhy not?â
âBecause everytime I look at him, I fear the way my heart beats. He laughs, I laugh, and it feels wrong. He smiles, I smile, and it feels wrong. He makes one of our inside jokes, I understand, and it feels wrong.â A shaky laugh. âAnd something that should feel fucking right, doesnât.â Glossy eyes switch over to him. âDoes that make sense?â
âNot really.âÂ
âGreat,â you let out, wiping your tears away. âItâs fine, I didnât expect you to understand.â
Daniel smiles, fondly, like an older brother. âIt doesnât, and you want to know why?â
âWhy?â
A second passes by before he leans back against his chair. âBecause it looks like you reallyâreallyâlike him, so why should any of that matter? Just let yourself be happy, fuck everything else.â
You scoff, furrowing your brows. âYouâre a bad influence.â
âWhy?â
âBecause it would never work out.â
âAnd why not? Youâre giving up too easâoh.â Almost robotically, he drops his blunt into your beer bottle. âYou canâtâŠâ
âYeah. I know.â A pause. âBeerâs ass, by the way.â
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Daniel taps his fingers against his chin, comedically. His orbs flicker between you two who stare up at him in deep focus, awaiting for his next words. He grins. âYou two, it works. It always has.â
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Circuit ZandvoortâAugust 27, 2023 (Dutch Grand Prix)
âOh fuck,â he grunts, thrusting into you harder as you cling onto his arm, eyes screwed shut. âH-holy fuckingâhell.â
You moan, mouth hung wide open. âFeel so good, Maxie, so, so good.â
Blue eyes admire the way you arch towards him like some sort of warm invitation. The way your legs lazily drape over his sweaty waist, how your scent hugs him like no one else. Itâs all so familiar, and nice, and right. Your soft palm grazing his jaw makes him alert in an instant, desperate to not miss a single thing that lives inside this moment.Â
He furrows his dark brows. âWe-Weâre not made for one another.â
âI know.â He grunts, animalistically. âThey warned me about you.â
âThey told me to stay away from you.â His tip brushes against your g-spot and your head lolls back, a loud sound. âBut God, itâs been impossible.âÂ
âMax, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckâIâm close.â
He grins, rubs your clit, and whimpers when he feels you reach your orgasm. You shudder when he follows soon after, face digging into the nape of your neck. Your heart pounds like a ticking time bomb, but still, you run your fingers through his dirty blond waves.Â
âLissieâŠDanielâŠtheyâreââ
âRight?â You choke up. âYeah, you donât know how much I hate that they are.â
He pulls away, and somehow, his watercolor eyes appear more blue than ever before. Black, almostânearly. And youâre sure yours do too.Â
Max plays with your hair, tracing it like a map. He gulps. âSo do I.â A tug. âI love you. Y-you werenât some fuck buddy to meâŠyouâve always been more than that. AndâŠI hate that too.â
A wet laugh. âI love you, too.â Wobbly smile. âAnd itâs because I love you that I know what comes after this.â
He hums. âWhat would that be?â
âNothing.â
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âI know many of you guys are wondering why Iâm best manââ
âNot wondering, more like questioning,â Carlos quips with a sly smirk.
Pierre flips him off and you laugh at the immature interaction between the drivers. âBecause it really could have easily been anyone else. Ha! Even you Carlos.â The Spaniard mocks him with a shady, playful, look.Â
âThen again, who would have thrown a better rehearsal dinner for Charles and his bride-to-be?â
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Circuit ZandvoortâSeptember 4, 2022 (Dutch Grand Prix)
"You got on Max Verstappenâs bad side, thatâs what."
âItâs probably nothing or heâs just a sensitive little pussy,â you shoot back defensively.Â
Lissie snickers, hushing you, orbs scanning the pen. âYou canât say shit like that! Any of it, actually,â she adds. âJustâŠthink before saying anything.â
You huff, arms crossed, stubbornly. âFine.â
As the open area starts filling up more and more, by some miracle, your nerves start dying down.
Or so you thought.
âBefore I let you go, I do have one more question.â Charles smiles down at you, shy dimples poking through. You return the gesture. âWould you consider yourself Ferrariâs savior or their scapegoat?â
âJesus,â the British girl groans, covering her eyes with second-hand embarrassment.Â
The Monegasque lets out a nervous laugh, turning to face his publicist who simply tippy toes and whispers something into his ear. He nods. âI-I-I actually have another interview set up, but thank you for yourâŠquestions.â Pink tints his ears as he looks at you one more time before strolling away.
âAlrighty then,â Lissie hollers. She sneaks the microphone away. âJitters, totally normal, but yeah, youâre done for today.â
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âI donât care if sheâs royalty, Iâm never willingly doing an interview with her ever again.â
âWould you look at that?â Pierre gloats with a wicked grin. âMax Verstappen got butthurt.â
The Dutchman scoffs. âNo, I did not. I just donât like stupid questions, and she made one.â
Yuki snickers at his wary response. Pierre rolls his eyes. âI could talk to her, if you want me to. I love shit like this.â
âI donât.â
âWell too bad, Iâm going to.â
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âYeah. You already said that.â
Dumbfounded, you blink as he walks away, wet towel draped over his head. If you had known he was this much of a shithead, then you wouldnât have bothered to try and apologize. Clicking your tongue, you burn with fury as you glare, but as soon as the Ferrari driver brushes past you, you fall back from your trance.Â
âHey!â
He turns, green eyes furrowed with confusion. âHey.â
A wince. âIâm sorry about my ignorant question from earlier. I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.âÂ
Charles blushes. âAm I that easy to read?â
âNo, but Pierre let me know.â You awkwardly kick your shoe against the pavement and his eyes follow. You stop. âI sort of pissed off two of the most important drivers on the grid today. You, uh, just happen to be one of them.â
He softens like ice cream on a hot summer day. âIâm not pissed.â You almost let out a giggle from how foreign his accent makes the curse sound. He stammers. âYou just caught me off guard, thatâs all. Plus, I canât answer questions like those. It would make all of us look bad.â
âOh. Duh. Of course.â Now you burn up. âI should have known. And itâs no excuse, but Iâm new and Iâm justâŠfiguring it out.â
His eyes crinkle as he nods. âWho was the other driver?â
You groan. âMax.â
He winces, shaking his hands, theatrically. âYikes. Yeah, now heâs probably pissed.â
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Autodromo Nazionale MonzaâSeptember 11, 2022 (Italian Grand Prix)
 âWill you ever let it go?â
âMight take me a whileâŠâ
As soon as your phone dings, vibrating against your palm, he curls a brow. âL-Lissie,â you fill in with a subtle smile. âSee you around. And put on some sunscreen. Itâs good for you.â
Rushing back to the pool with a new bottle of SPF, you grin as he aims a deadpan expression. âA little Vitamin D is always necessary.â
âDonât care, I donât want to look like a peanut in two years.â You plop some onto his hand as he childishly swipes it over his face. You squirm with the way droplets slither down his toned chest.
Charles extends his hands. âCan I have some more?â
You laugh, wet hair tossing back like a curtain. âHypocrite.âÂ
Green eyes glare down, playfully.
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Marina Bay Street CircuitâOctober 2, 2022 (Singapore Grand Prix)
âI canât believe someoneâs rocking your boat,â Lissie yelps, clutching onto your hand desperately. âThis is monumental.â A teasing giggle. âWe should definitely document this.â
As soon as she pulls out her phone, you flip her off. âAnd this, my dear, dear friend, is why Iâve been keeping this a secret.â She zooms in as you laugh, brushing her away. âQuit!â
The British girl groans, slipping it into her back pocket, then wiggles her thick brows. âCan I guess who it is?â
âNo.â
âItâll be fun!â
You spin around. âNo, Lissieâno.â
âNepo-Baby?â
Flustered, you twirl your necklace and hum. âThey all are.â
âFucking hell. So how will I know which one?â
A mocking laugh. âOh, youâll know.â
The brunette stays wondering despite being in the middle of telling her story from last week at the pub. She traces back to every possible driver, but theyâre all natural flirts, so fuck that, how would she ever even be able to guess thatâ
âOh myâitâs him!â She gasps with hawk eyes as she watches you two keep a careful distance from one another, as if temptation burns within the gap. Lissie lets out a delirious laugh as she turns to Will, who is still rather focused on his task. âI, um, will be right back!â
Wearing a goofy smile, you make your way back to the pen, but squeal when a firm grip wraps around your waist, tugging you into a cramped bathroom. You cringe at the suffocated smell. On the other hand, Lissie jumps from corner to corner. âHow did I not notice? I mean, shit, youâre eyesâtheyâre huge!â
You frown. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
With a toothy grin, she pokes your ribs. âIt means I know who it is.â
Your heart stops, then bite the inside of your cheek, feigning indifference. âWeâre just getting to know each other, but heâs really kind, and IâŠI really like him.â
âOh, I bet you do,â she whispers in a seductive manner, jeweled hands slapping your ass. You chuckle, opening the door, and turning back. âYou get lost in his eyes, donât you? Heard that could happen.â A swoon. âSo what? Are they like the ocean? Like a blueberry Laffy Taffy?â
âHm. No. More like green apple.â
She halts, mid-shimmy. âWhat do you mean green? His eyes are blue. And I would knowâthey scare me half of the time.â
âWhat are you talking about? Charlesâ eyes are green.â The brunette gapes, mouth hung wide open as she pushes herself to speak, but canât find the strength. You knit your brows, neat and high. âI told you not to scroll through your phone at three a.m. anymore. See? Jet lag is catching up to you.â
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AutĂłdromo JosĂ© Carlos PaceâNovember 13, 2022 (Brazilian Grand Prix)
âIâm just looking out for you.â
âYeah, I know.â Tired eyes squint over at the blue waves, then at the kids who build sandcastles.Â
She sighs, propping herself to face you with a sorrowful smile. âItâs okay to be confused about your feelings.â
âYou donât have to sugarcoat it, I know its as bad as it sounds.â You raise your straw onto your plump lips, sucking. ïżœïżœïżœBut theyâre just so different from one another. I mean, Charles makes me feel giddy. Like really giddy. Itâs nauseating. Heâs sweet, and caring, and he's snappy but itâs endearing.â A soft smile and dreamy eyes. âHe even helps with my notes.â
âBut MaxâŠheâs hot tempered. It drives me nuts. He never asks for help and always hides behind some brick wall. It isnât like him to show me that heâs interested in getting to know me, butâŠâ Cries ring through the hot air as a wave washes the sandcastle. âI want to get to know him. The real him.â
Lissieâs lips turn downwards at your broken tone. You act uninterested, but she knows it just for show, and that might be the worst torture of all.Â
She bumps your head with her shoulder, softly, and you instantly pout. âYouâll know what to do, babe. But if weâre being realistic here, Charles wonât wait forever.â Pause. âAnd Max isnât the kind to grovel for anything other than podiums.â
-
Bahrain International CircuitâMarch 5, 2023 (Bahrain Grand Prix)
âHeads! Go on, Coffee Boy. Oh, and make it extra sweet.â
Charles lets out a heavy sigh, shoulders drooping as he strolls away. You pick and choose emails to respond to before leaning against one leg, typing away fiercely. You even have time to get back to your sister who begs for a souvenir. Any, she adds with a thousand smiley faces.Â
âWorking hard already? The seasonâs barely begun.â Your breath catches so sharply that it hurts your throat for a second. His voice is somehow deeper, but it could be because you havenât seen or heard from him in about forever. Max steps closer. âH-how was your summer break?â
Your berry lips open, then close, then repeat. Itâs embarrassing. âNever bad to get ahead, and Iâhad a good one. Much needed.â He nods attentively. âYou lookââ You stop before admitting. âHealthy. You look really healthyâ
A booming chuckle. âThanks. You look really healthy, too.â
Blue eyes linger for a second too long and that fills you up with unwanted adrenaline. âWhy are you here?â Pink expands through your cheekbones as you grimace. âI meanâhere.â You point at the tiny tent as if it werenât obvious what you were referring to. âHere, here.â
The Dutchmanâs lips dance, fondly. âWell I was walking by, saw you, and wanted to say hi.â He looks around with a subtle frown. âIs now a bad time?â
âWellââ
âMate,â a sweet accent rings through the air as you screw your eyes shut. Max turns to face Charles with a slow grin. The Monegasque tilts his head in greeting, hands occupied with your beverage and his. âHow have you been?â
âSo, so. Yourself?â
âGood. Refreshed.âÂ
âFor me?â he jokes. The brunette chuckles, raising the coffee cups with bright orbs. âLazy Carlos, always sending you, right?â
The Ferrari driver shakes his head, curls following, then hands it to you. You hesitantly take it from him as you avoid eye contact. âThank you, Charles.â
His smile widens, pecking your lips. âStill donât think you should drink it on a daily basis, but hey, youâre welcome.â
Max blinks. âW-when did this happen?â
The green eyed boy hums, lips twisting against his straw. âOver break.â
âOh.â Gaze slips over to where you bite your cheek. âYou spent it in Monaco?â
A harsh tick. âYes.â With an open mouth, he nods, like a muppet. You purse your lips, facing your boyfriend with pleading eyes. âDo you want to start making your way over? I donât want Carlos to say anything about being late. You know how he is.â
Charles snickers, then intertwines his fingers through yours. âSee you on track?â
The RedBull driver released a low breath, cracking a smile that looked more like a snarl. And while Charles doesnât notice it, you do. Of course you do.
âSee you on track.â
-
Miami International AutodromeâMay 7, 2023
âThen why did you do it?â she whispers. The judgment and confusion that radiates off of Lissie is enough for you to grow gray. She rolls her tongue. âYou canât be doing stuff like this anymore, you have a boyfriend.â Her eyes screw shut, then snap open. âHe adores the ground you walk on, are you insane?â
Tears well up at her truthful words. They sting all at once, and you carelessly crumble as your numb lips start to wobble. âLissieââ
âNo. Justâstop. Stop talking.â Max raises his eyebrows at the journalist and her sternness, but feels bad as you inch back, heels clicking. She huffs, pacing the hall. When she comes to a stop, she glares at the Dutchman. âHow could you do this, too?â
âI never meant any harmââ
âBullshit! Both of you are so stupid, itâs worrisome.â Shame fills your veins as you look down, pinching your undergarment as some coping mechanism. The British girl sighs. âYou have to tell him.â
âNo.â
âWhat do you mean no? He deserves to know.â
Decreasing the gap between you two, you sniffle, shaky hands clutching harder. âItâs going to kill him, Lissie. I canât do that.â
And you can tell sheâs running through her options because sheâs your best friend. And above all, you were hers. With hesitance, she nods. âThis has to end.â
You nod, desperately. âThatâs it. Weâre done.â
-
Circuit de MonacoâMay 28, 2023 (Monaco Grand Prix)
âYouâve been a bit uptight. Could it be Charles thatâs making you feel that way?â
âNo. Donât even try and blame it on him.â
He pinches your nipple, then licks your humid skin. You whine at the sensation. âYouâre not getting anything in return for lying. Itâs pathetic.â
You hiss when your climax tempts to fall. âWhat's the lie?â
âThat you love him.â
âI do love himââ
He groans into your neck. âYou sound so pretty.â A sloppy thrust. âWhen you choke around my cock, my spit, my cum.â Your eyes roll back when he pushes against your g-spot at a different angle. âAdmit it, youâve always enjoyed it.â
âYouâre sick."
âMaybe, but youâre well worth it.âÂ
You clench around his length and he hisses like a snake. In pain. In lust. Doesnât matter. âYouâre a shitty friendââ
Jaw clenches. âYouâre a shitty girlfriend.â When you cry out in pleasure, he smirks. âFine, then answer me one thing; is this stress reliever a bad thing?âÂ
âMaybe, but who cares?âÂ
And there's nothing left for him to do, simply smiling down at you like the Cheshire Cat, somehow scarier than The Joker. If not more.Â
-
Red Bull RingâJuly 2, 2023 (Austrian Grand Prix)
âRight, but weâre not talking about Lissie. Mate, you canâtâŠyou know you canât.â Daniel grimaces. âSheâs taken.â
âI know,â Max stutters. âWho do you take me for?â
The Australian is easy to tell when he laughs genuinely, but even the RedBull driver can spot the difference to the one exiting his mouth right now. âYou think sheâs prettyâthatâs all.â
âThatâs all,â he confirms.Â
âAnd thatâs not a weird thing to admit because she is a pretty girl,â the brunette tries to help as Max nods happily.Â
âExactly.â A pause. âYou get it.â
Daniel brings the blunt up to his mouth, taking a hit, then blows out. âY-yeahâŠbecause itâd be bad if you liked her, liked her.âÂ
âI know that. I-I-I was never going toâyeah.â His heart pounds fast against his ribs when you giggle, pecking Charlesâs neck, all while conversing with Lissie, Kika, and Pierre. He directs his attention back to the Australian and lets out a raw laugh.Â
âI wouldnât be that stupid.â
-
âYouâre a bad influence.â
âWhy?â
âBecause it would never work out.â
âAnd why not? Youâre giving up too easâoh.â In an instant, his brown eyes follow yours, and it makes his heart drop. Because itâs not Charles that youâve suddenly realized that you love, but Max. âYou canâtâŠâ Somewhere close by, Pierre yells, cheering with a group of older ladies as Kika glares, shaking her head. He inches closer. âYou canât do that to Charles. He loves you.â
âAnd I love him,â you announce, brushing your hair back. Timidly, you peek over at him. âIâm not a saint, I know that, but I would appreciate it if we kept this between us.â A sore chuckle. âW-what matters is that I choose Charles. Heâs the love of my life.â
And Daniel knows he probably shouldnât agree to any of this, and yet, he finds himself nodding, curls bouncing. âJust between us.â
You smile gently, going in for another sip before laughing at the blunt that sticks inside.Â
 âBeerâs ass, by the way.â
-
Circuit ZandvoortâAugust 27, 2023 (Dutch Grand Prix)
 âI love you. Y-you werenât some fuck buddy to meâŠyouâve always been more than that. AndâŠI hate that too.â
âI love you, too. And itâs because I love you that I know what comes after this.â
âWhat would that be?â
âNothing.â
He flinches. âI-it doesnât have to be that way. You could leaââ
You sigh, pulling your dress up as he zip his race suit. âI canât leave him, Max. Itâs not that easy.â
He pants, blue eyes tracing your face anxiously. âA-and why not? Why canât it be that easy?â
A cruel laugh wiggles up your throat as you dig your nails into your palm. âBecause Iâm engaged!â
He ricochets with a scoff. âOh, what? Now you suddenly care about not being called a cheater?â You look away and he chuckles. âBecause thatâs what you areâa fucking cheater.â
Your face patches into a shade of pink as you breathe heavily, refusing to let the tears fall. âAnd what does that make you?â
âI am not a cheater.â
You snarl. âNo, but youâre a God awful friend.â
He steps back, large hand running against his lips, drying them out, getting rid of your saliva. âYouâre justâyou know what? Fuck you.â
You gasp. âNo. Fuck you.â
Max rolls his blue eyes, finally reaching his breaking point as he pushes you against the wall to his motorhome. âYouâre scared, arenât you? Of realizing what we actually are.â
Heavy pants. Orbs flicker down to his rosy lips. He almost smiles. âWhat are we? A cheater and a bad friend?â
âNo. A villain and their accomplice.â That seems to do it. A strong tide takes over as you sob against his grip. And it doesnât hurt, itâs not tight. Itâs only secure. He continues with a dark look swirling his orbs. âYou know, you were always the first one to point out someone as a bad person, when in reality, it's you.â
âOkay, stopââ
âAnd Iâm not innocent eitherâIâm well awareâbut Iâm not the one with a ring around their finger.â
âStop!â you yell, pushing him away harshly. It should feel foreign, the fury and the shame, but thatâs all you seem to know these days. Or ever since you met him. âYouâre right. Weâre two rotten apples, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, but can you blame me? Youâre fucking with my head, Max!â
He softens, and for a moment, its pure silence, other than your tiny cries. Licking his lips, he pats his thigh. âYou already know Iâm wrongfully in love with you. I just actually thought I stood a chance. That it would be me.â
âMaxâŠâ
He winces in pain with how sweet your voice sounds pronouncing his name. Itâs always been that way. When you first interviewed him a year ago, to when you first kissed him back and gasped his name. But it only got dirtier and dirtier throughout the course of time.Â
âBe honest with me, please.â Bloodshot eyes look up at him. âIs he your safest option? Is that what this is?â
And with one final, tormented look, you open your lips to breathe out.Â
âHeâs someone I could envision a future with, Max.â A beat. âAnd youâre just a footnote.â
-
âVoilĂĄ!â Charles cheers as he claps loudly against your ear. You yelp at the sudden sound all while trying to reach for his hands to stop his movements. He grins, deep dimples imprinting like feet on sand. âThat was beautiful, really, it really was.â
Rubbing your ass against his bulge is the only way you think you can get him to shut up, and he does, immediately letting out a strained chuckle. Smiling sweetly at your friends, you shrug. âI had my doubts, Pierre, but this was pretty cute. Thank you.â
The Frenchman gloats, clicking his fingers. I told you, I told you theyâd like it! Your fiancĂ© kisses your cheek. âThatâs why I chose him.â A playful frown. âYou see, mon amour? You never hold any faith in my decisions.â
Rolling your eyes, you stick your pink tongue out at him. âI still think you should have chosen one of your brothers.â A stern look. âLike Lorenzoâwasnât he the one that helped you buy the ring?â
âYes, but that would have been unfair to Arthur. He wouldâve felt left out.â
âArthurâs too distracted trying to figure out the difference between left and right!â The Monegasque tosses his head back and you admire with a soft glow. âI loââ
âWait,â Carlos hollers, deep accent ringing. You and Charles turn, bubble bursting. âWe all went around sharing but Max.â
âYeah,â Lily ponders, fingers tracing her lips. âYeah, youâre right.â
Pierre hums. âMate?â
Max blinks, shaking his head. âAh, itâs alright. Weâve heard enough, donât you think?â His joke is meant to be easy going, but it comes out dry, and even to this day, you can notice it. Licking your already glossed lips, you flip your gaze to Lissie and Daniel who share the same worried expression.
Because Lissie was your best friend. She would carry your secret to the grave.
Because Daniel was Maxâs best friend. He would carry his secret to the grave.
But the Dutchman himself didn't care. He honestly felt like he had nothing else to lose.
âOkay then,â he whispers, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans. He slightly tilts his head to the open sky, as if wondering when it would swallow him whole. He was secretly hoping it would. Beady, excited, and petrified eyes stare back at him as he smiles awkwardly. âIâŠâ
âHe doesnât want to,â you declare, twisting to signal the Frenchman. âIf he doesnât want to, then he doesnât have to say anything, itâs fine.â
âNo.â Blue eyes darken as he places his drink down onto the wooden table. âI want yââ He bites his tongue, immediately tasting metallic. âI want to.â
âLet him,â Charles says, chuckling softly. âDonât kill his stride.â
So, with neat brows drawn together, clammy fingers playing with your silver band, you sit back down. Like a force of nature, the Monegasque hugs you from behind. You gulp, leaning the back of your head against his shoulder.Â
âI think itâs crazy how one minor decision can change absolutely fucking everything.âÂ
âOh shit,â Lissie and Daniel mutter next to each other, exchanging the blunt back and forth.Â
Your face twists up like a wrinkled shirt. âIf youâre not going to say anything nice, then donât say anything at all.â
âYou donât even know what Iâm going to say,â he instantly shoots back, but feverishly deflates when Charles furrows his dark brows like some Doberman. Astonished at his cold tone, you blink, lashes fluttering like a notebook. He almost swoons at the sight, but amazingly holds back.Â
âIf you hadnât taken Pierreâs advice and apologized to Charles, then we wouldn't be here. If you hadnât spent summer break with him, then we wouldnât be here. If you hadn't fallen in love, then we wouldnât be here.â He swallows. âItâs the little things.â
âAnd, um...what makes a relationship work out is the commitment. If one person commits and the other doesnât then it wonât ever work out, but you twoâŠâ You nibble on your bottom lip harshly, holding your breath as he looks into your bright eyes. He releases a forced chuckle, as if it would help get rid of his splintered heart. âYou two chose each other, soâŠcheers to that.â
âWow,â Charles hums, blankly. âThat was surprisingly heartfeltâŠâ A sheepish grin. âThank you, mate.â
Itâs as if heâs suddenly admitting defeat to someone who didnât know they had him as an opponent to begin with; the way he throws the peony at the Monegasque, who catches it with ease. âDonât mention it.âÂ
So, as Max sits alone, with no date, he begins to wonder that maybeâjust maybeâyou were right all along.Â
He gave his speech last.
He was the footnote.
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This is part of a longer thing I may post on ao3 at some point but hereâs some silly little Jaytim texting AU. I use this format as a writing warmup.
EDIT: This has been posted on AO3.
[Unknown] »
Hey. This is Jason.Â
I have a favor to ask. You can say no.
« tim
uh
1. iâm aware of how favors work Â
2. what is it?
« tim
?
« tim
hey are you like. good
J »
Yeah fineÂ
Sry. Rethinking this maybe
« tim
what, do you need a kidney or something?
i canât give you a kidney.
i donât have any organs to spare.
J »
What ?Â
« tim
whatâs the favor?
J »
I wouldnât ask if it wasnt important
Iâd ask Roy but hes in star cityÂ
or Kori but shes off world
I tried dickhead but hes in haven. Cant get away tonight
« tim
yeah jason i get it lol
J »
So Im currently in the cargo hold of a private yacht
« tim
what >?
J »
Weâre caught in the storm thats hitting the city its a whole thing.Â
« tim
are you in the cargo hold of your own volition or did someone put you there
J »
So I dont think I can get back t
No its on purpose
« tim
hang on. youâre in gotham bay right now? in a boat? Â
jason this storm is really bad.
itâs already sunk a houseboat and a fishing boat at the marina
J »
I dont think I can get back totown toni
Christ you type fastÂ
Shut up for a sec. Clam down
Clam*
*Calm fuck me
Thought I was gnna be back tonight but bc of storm its not looking great.
Can you feed my sourdough starterÂ
« tim
what
J »
4511 overhill apt 6DÂ
Key under the neighbors mat. 6H
« tim
hey to clarify. âits not looking greatâ â what does that mean
J »
Starter is on counter. in glass jarÂ
Should just need one feeindg. Maybe 2. dependingÂ
« tim
on???
J »
On wwhen I get back?
« tim
so you do plan on coming back
J »
Yeah timothy Iâm in a boat not the heart of Mount Doom
« tim
yeah? vaders not there? so that means everythingâs fine?Â
J »
Did you
jst say Vader
As in Darth
« tim
???Â
J »
Oh my god
« tim
jason are you in peril or what.
J »
No im not in âperilâ lol.
Did you see the thing I said about my sourddough starter
It needs to be fed
« tim
wtf is a sourdough starter
nvm i googled it
J »
Its a live bacteria colony you use to mÂ
Oh ok
Yeah so it just needs 50g lukewarm water + 50g flour
Theres a scale next to the jar
Stir until it looks like hummus
Put lid back on
The end
« tim
the internet says if you put it in the fridge it doesnât need daily feedings
J »
Sure. But that would mess up my bread schedule
« tim
your bread scheduleÂ
J »
Man are gyou gonna fuckin feed Breadie Mercury or should I find someone else
« tim
im already en route.Â
J »
Oh
Ok
Thank you.
Wtf dont text and motorbike Â
« tim
how about you dont text and Sinking Boat
J »
Hey its not like Iâm gonna cause a boat crash
« tim
i was stopped at a red light đ
anwyay iâm at your place.
1. why do you not have a security system. when you said key under the neighborâs mat i thought you were joking.Â
2. how warm is lukewarm
J »
1. Iâm the security system
« tim
just rolled my eyes so hard it actually physically hurt
J »
God youre annoying
2. ? Its lukewarm
« tim
ohhhhh thanks! thatâs so helpful :) here i am trying not to murder your incredibly important bacteria colony that i just drove across town for but no thats great jason very descriptive thanks :)Â
J »
Like warm but not too wram, nothing youâd want to take a bath in
Can you fucking
I TYPE SLOW.
« tim
ok.
[Image Attached]
he is fed
J »
Thanks man.
Sincerely.
« tim
so hows the cargo hold going
still intact i assume?Â
J »
Mostly ya
« tim
pardon?Â
J »
Slight leakage. Nothing major
« tim
oh? are you a boatologist now?Â
i dont think youâre qualified to judge that?
J »
Moving right past âboatologistâ out of the goodness of my heart.
Chill lol. If it was rly bad thered probably be some sort of alar
Hm.
« tim
did an alarm just start going off
J »
Dont worry about it
« tim
im not.Â
did it though
also which yacht? im in the marinas scheduling dtabase
blue miracle, serendipity, carp-e diem? which one
« tim
jason?
« tim
if this is a joke itâs not funny
oh cool youâre not on comms either. great.
hey if youre dead again and i just fed your stupid starter for nothing im gonna be soooo mad just fyi
« tim
ugh.
*
J »
Hey
Thanks again for the
Iâm not gonna say âsaveâ bc I was doinf just fine on my own.
But thanks for the backup.
Lmk when youre home
Nope sorry lol you dont have to do that.
Night.
« tim
home
J »
Also I just saw your messaages from
Ah. đ
From earlier.Â
« tim
you mean from when you said âhuh, this boat seems to be filling with waterâ and then disappeared? those messages?Â
J »
Those were not my exact words.
« tim
right. your exact words contained somehow even less informationÂ
J »
Shut up
I just wanted toÂ
You know. Youre the only one who jokes about it
The only one in the family I mean
your family, I mean
The bats.
« tim
?Â
the only one who jokes about what
J »
Me being dead
« tim
oh.Â
ok. well
its not like. actually funny to me. i was just annoyed. sorry i guess
J »
No thats notÂ
Tim. Shut up.
I dont mind. I like that one of you does.Â
Its better than people talking around it. Like its this big shameful thing I did.
One of many
If I mention it in front of dickhead he does the face
the :~{ face
« tim
wow its uncanny
uh. for the record.Â
i donât think thatâs the reason people talk around it
if im correct in thinking that by âpeopleâ you mean âone specific person whose name rhymes with Rat CanâÂ
Â
J »
Yeah well
I just
Christ never mind. Im sorry. You are not the person to be sayign this to.
Im gonna shut the fuck up I think.Â
Goodnight.
« tim
oh what, you canât talk to me about being dead bc of that one time you tried to kill me?Â
and failed btw :/Â
J »
Tim
Not to be so unchill
But you know how me being dead isnt actaully funny to you
« tim
âŠgot it. sorry
J »
No. donât apologize to me
Ever
Iâm seriousÂ
« tim
like for anything?Â
what if i killed breadie mercuryÂ
J »
You didnt. He is thriving
« tim
he is?
wait. really?
you can tell?
J »
[Image Attached]
Hes doubled in size since you fed him.
« tim
whoa
J »
Yup. Thanks again for thattoo.
*that too
Its stupid but hes kinda my son.
« tim
wouldnât he technically be like, 10 billion sons
J »
He is my 10 billion sons.
« tim
lolol
wow. why am i so pleased hes thriving lolÂ
J »
Right
« tim
jeez
i was so worried about the water temp
google said lukewarm is 98-105 so i did 98 to be safe
J »
You used a thermometer?Â
« tim
your instructions were vague!
i didnt want to kill your bacteria colony!
J »
Thanks Tim.
« tim
? you already said that lol
i gotta pass out btw
glad you didnt die: the sequel in a yacht
that would have been so cringe
night jason
J »
Night
*
J »
You up?
« tim
obviously
why
J »
Could use your eyes on something.
[Image Attached]
« tim
morse code but the dots and dashes are reversed and its spelling backwards in russian, ASTITP AYALEB AVD RTSIRP â PRISTR DVA BELAYA PTITSA â PIER TWO WHITE BIRD
J »
Bc it looks like morse but its not, its kind of scramblÂ
Ok jesus christ .Â
30 seconds? Seriously? Fuck me
Can I hire you? Jesus lol
« tim
that depends. do you pay more than batman?
J »
The fuck? Does he pay you guys now?
« tim
no.
J »
Then yes. I do pay more than batman.
« tim
how much more
J »
One coffee per codebreak?Â
« tim
:\
J »
Two coffees per codebreak
Two and a loaf of sourdough
« tim
sourdough from breadie mercury?
J »
Ya
« tim
done
J »
Damn. I feel like you should have higher standards
« tim
i mean i was already gonna do it for free
now i have successfully negotiated coffee & sustenanceÂ
im on a roll. nothing but WsÂ
J »
Ws?
« tim
its young people slang you wouldnât get it â€ïž
J »
I am barely 3 years older htan you.
It could be argued, considering certain events, that weâre basically the same age.
« tim
and yet you text like an old, old man
J »
I do not
Would you rather I texted like âidk brb lmao roflcopterâ
« tim
ROFLCOPTER?
oh my god. ohhhhhh jason. oh my god
that is absolutely not what the kids are saying these days. oh my god
J »
Ok you know what. At least I know Mount Doom isnt a Star Wars thing
« tim
?Â
oh, is it star trek?Â
J »
Iâm 99% sure youre antagonizing me on purpose
But have you seriously not read or watched Lord of the Rings
« tim
no i have not.
J »
Hm.
« tim
what
J »
Nothing.
« tim
âŠâŠâŠ.what
*
« tim
did you NARC on me
to BRUCE
about LORD OF THE RINGS?????
J »
I donât know what youâre talking about.
« tim
WHY DO I NOW HAVE 3 SEPARATE SUNDAY AFTERNOON âHOUSE MEETINGSâ BLOCKED OFF IN MY CALENDAR, JASON?Â
WHY ARE THEY EACH 4 HOURS LONG?
WHY ARE THEY LABELED âCULTURAL EDUCATION (MANDATORY)â?Â
J »
I canât pretend to know what goes on in Bâs mind.
That said, I have reason to believe he and Alfred take lotr pretty seriously.
« tim
its a TWELVE HOUR MOVIE
about GOBLINS
J »
Iâm not gonna respond to that bc I know youre just lashing out.
« tim
if youve sentenced me to 12 hours of a movie i hate iâm gonna hack everything you own.Â
im gonna mass text the entire cape wearers community the footage of that time condiment king kicked your ass so bad he felt guilty and offered to personally help you out of the mustard poolÂ
J »
What the fuck
How do you fuckig know about ?????? that????????Â
Not that ithahpenedÂ
What hefuckk ??
« tim
ooooooooo you better hope i love these goblins!
J »
Why are you?? evil??
« tim
you should have killed me when you had the chance!!
sorry.
J »
Its ok. That one was pretty funny tbh.
Oh hm shouldnt have laughed just then. Bad timing on my part
Brb
« tim
uh
« tim
okâŠâŠ.. getting reports of a âdisturbanceâ at pier twoâŠâŠ..Â
« tim
sorry were you texting me *mid-standoff* with the russian mafia
« tim
ugh.
*
« tim
you know tracking your location would be so much easier if i didnât have to hack into your comm sys every time
luckily your encryption is garbage but still. its 2 minutes of my life i wont get back.
J »
Not sure I recall giving you permission to track my location?
« tim
oh iâm sorry. next time i will simply leave you to go down with a texas oil magnateâs incredibly tacky yacht, or get swiss cheesified by mobstersÂ
J »
Hey I wrapped up the russians myselfÂ
« tim
yeah?Â
J »
âŠ
YeahâŠ.
« tim
so you thought the 12-minute universal signal jam was the act of a benevolent god?Â
J »
:-|
« tim
im just saying it would be significantly more efficient if you agreed to a tracker
just one little tracker. you wouldnât even notice itâs there.
think of all the time and energy youâd save me
J »
I feel the need to point out that you donât have to repeatedly hack my comms system.
« tim
i mean itâs that or monitor sightings on the gocitizen app
i have an algo that texts relevant pings to me, which is super helpful for when i want an inbox full of random people talking about how hot you are. less helpful for literally every other circumstanceÂ
J »
Uh
What
« tim
how hot *red hood is. to clarify
in their opinion
the peopleâs opinion
J »
?
« tim
the people of gotham city
J »
The people of Gotham city do not think Red Hood is hot lol
« tim
waitÂ
i cant tell if youâre being serious
J »
Uh? Yeah Im being serious? Lol tf
Why would they think hes hotÂ
They dont think Batman is hotÂ
« tim
oâŠkayâŠ
huh.
how to⊠hmm
J »
Like nightwing sure
And the girls. Bc of objectification of women
« tim
oh wow
J »
Red Robin. If i had to guess
But when people see Hood its definitely not⊠that kind of response lol
« tim
what kind of response, exactly
J »
You know like saying âHey Hood youre hotâÂ
« tim
oh, wow.Â
okay. ummm
hmm. one sec.
J »
?
« tim
check your emailÂ
J »
OkâŠ?Â
J »
Oh my fucking god.
« tim
yeah
J »
Oh my god?
« tim
yeah
J »
This document is fucking 45 pages long?
« tim
its everything from the past 30 days yeah
J »
The past
Whaht the fuck
Ok some of these people definitely got hit by Poison Ivy.
This is . Tim wtf. I havent even heard of some of this stuff.Â
« tim
oof are you on page 14
J »
Im on page 3???
« tim
oh my god
J »
What the fuck
Please please tell me its not like this for Batman too
Tim
« tim
its not like this for batman :)
J »
Ok. Jesus. I would genuinely have to move cities.
« tim
its worse :)
J »
Oh what the fuck
Oh my fucking god page 14.
You get this shit TEXTED to you?????
Ohm ygod. You read this?????
« tim
i mean
no
i glance at it
for security purposes.
i dont like, read it read it
anyway did you seriously not know? haha
J »
No??? Again its not like people tell me
« tim
yeah but
like
theres a certain level of objectivity involved, here
yknow
sorry im trying to find a non awkward way to be like âhave you looked in a mirror latelyâÂ
« tim
sorry
that was in fact awkward!
nvm
just let me know if youâd be ok with the tracker. its fine if not
i was mostly joking about the hacking
J (From Work) »
No you werenât.
« tim
no i wasnt
i dont mind though. its like a brain teaser
anyway im going dark for patrol, later
*
J (From Work) »
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Question. why is the average Gotham citizen a raging horndogÂ
« tim
oh my god
you know i can tell you searched âred robin hotâ right
J (From Work) »
Figured it was only fair
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This persons got some mad zoom lens skills
Iâd think it was you, if it wasnt, yknow, you
« tim
wow. that is certainly a photo of my ass
âŠa stellar photo of my ass. wow.Â
do you have a direct link? i gotta send this to steph
J (From Work) »
goctz.app/user/3824973/post/29348230df3
Haha
I kinda thought you and blondie broke up
back on again?
« tim
no lol we are very much just friends
she has a thing going with someone who shall remain nameless but suffice to say itâs Going
anyway we just send each other gocitizen vigilante ass shotsÂ
its a whole genre
theyâre like trading cards
J (From Work) »
Guess everyoneâs got a hobby?
« tim
the only rule is no nightwing
J (From Work) »
Do I want to know why
« tim
he accounts for a frankly overwhelming percentage of vigilante ass shots
so its too easy
youâd THINK weâd have a no-batman rule, because ew, but due to the cape and his sixth sense for cameras pointed at him, a qualifying shot is actually extremely rare.Â
â only guy who ever managed to take quality photos of batmanÂ
anyway, we put it to a vote. i lost.
J (From Work) »
A vote between you and Steph?Â
You lost a 50/50 vote?
« tim
i dont wanna talk about it.
J (From Work) »
Right.Â
So what Iâm getting from this is you have Red Hood ass shots in your phone.
« tim
no
J (From Work) »
No?
« tim
well
J (From Work) »
Yeah?
« tim
we donât like, save them
that would be weird
we just notify each other. professionally, as colleaguesÂ
and keep an ongoing points tally
thats all
so i do not currently have photos of your ass in my phone. thank you
J (From Work) »
How many points is my ass worth
« tim
i hate everything about this conversation
J (From Work) »
Its 100% your own fault, answer the question
« tim
if you must know.Â
points are awarded based on a series of objective scoring criteria.
J (From Work) »
Uh huh. Like what
« tim
technical excellence
composition. lighting and color balance.Â
dynamismÂ
J (From Work) »
DynamismâŠ
« tim
creativity
umm
emotional impact
andÂ
subject matter
J (From Work) »
I see.
« tim
ok i know it sounds bad
J (From Work) »
It sounds fucking hysterical Im near tearsÂ
« tim
but if you think abou
oh
okay, well, great
J (From Work) »
Iâll let you know if I stumble on any more.Â
Or is that cheating
« tim
its totally cheating
please do
J (From Work) »
You got it red. đ
« tim
:)
#jaytim#canât emphasize enough that this is a silly thing i wrote for Me and My Friends but sharing here as well lol#my writing
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Another Dan and ellie deaged p2
Dick wasn't unaccustomed to getting calls at five a.m., but he wished it had happened less. He reached his hand out from the haphazardly placed blanket and fumbled for his ringing phone. Finally finding it, he quickly answered to the call. I swear if this is an arkham breakout, it better be the goddamn joker. He will be very upset if Tim just calls him in for condiment king.
"Hello?" He says sleepily. He winces and rubs his eyes away from the bright light of the phone.
"Dick. I need your help, Damian got spooked somehow and ran away. I'm pursuing him but i can't get him to stop."
His heart drops. Immediately awake, he jumps up from the bed and tries to find the suit pieces he threw around when he crashed last night.
"What happened?" I found myself asking, hoping this was just a misunderstanding. "I don't really know. We were down in the cave, and I guess he knocked a tool off and woke me up. I asked him what he was doing, but he didn't answer me and just ran to the bikes."
He could hear the slight panic in Tim's voice. "I'll call him."Wait -" I hang up.
I quickly dialed Babs number. If Damian left as fast as tim says he did, he probably didn't have his phone. I glance at the windows, one of my gloves is placed on the seal. Rain is still coming down hard. Thunder rumbling distantly.
"This better be goddamn joker." Me and Babs always thinking the same thing, I think fondly.
"Damian ran away, and I need you to connect me to his comms."On it now. I'm calling in the others just in case."
A click is heard, and I can hear slight wind and heavy breathing through my own comms. I hang up the call.
"Dami?" I ask hesitantly. His baby brother son was out there alone in the rain.
I hear a sharp intake of breath, but he doesn't speak. I quickly throw open the windows after grabbing my last glove. Skillfully and methodically climbing down. Throwing myself on my bike. Come on, Dami, answer me.
"Whatever is going on, you can tell me, okay? I'll help you no matter what. I promise." He meant every word.
The bike starts, and I race down the streets in chase of the tracker. I just need to make it to Gotham in time.
__________
Bruce was no stranger from his kids running away. They'd all done it at least once. It never got any better whether they were running from him or others didn't change it. He just had to remember they always came back.
Alfred watches off to the side. Making sure if i start to go down, he could catch me. I won't. A few broken ribs and a sprained ankle won't stop me. He had gotten the call in his bedroom. Alfred had finally wrangled him into sleeping when the call came through.
"Bruce. Damian fled the nest. Dick and Tim are in pursuit, but i don't think he's stopping anytime soon." Her tone heavy but focused.
He had quickly made his way down to the cave. Alfred had stopped momentarily to wake up his other son. He would be down soon.
I start to make my way to my suit, but I'm quickly thwarted.
"Master Bruce. You will be no help with might i remind you of five broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and a stab wound." Alfred told him stepping in front.
"My son is out there. i need to find him."he said with a deep voice heavy with memories. He knew Alfred was right he would only be a hindrance. He could walk off his injuries they were barely flesh wounds, but he wasn't good with emotions. He had plenty of arguments with his kids about it before. Whatever scared Damian into running, he couldn't help him.
Duke's footsteps sounded out behind him. He walked past, gancing at him concerned but determination on his face. He turned around and limped back to the batcomputer. He just had to trust his sons to bring their brother home.
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Jason was no stranger to long nights. He hadn't even made it to his safe house anyway, too busy with the storm, making sure all the alley kids had a warm and dry place to sleep for the night.
Stormy nights were the worst for alley kids. He hated them when he ws on the streets. The cold rain freezing your clothes to you, the cold rain soaking your shelters, the cold rain ruining any halfway edible food. He's seen a lot of kids get sick from the rain and die. If you were sick, you had to hide. If others found out you were sick, they'd leave you in a heartbeat. It caused a lot of fights with Bruce in the early days. He hid his injuries or sick days in case Bruce finally saw how weak he was and threw him out.
"Damian fled the nest. The rest of the batboys are already heading out after him." Oracle spoke into his comms.
The Batboys. What O had recently started calling Dickhead, Timbo, Duke, Demon brat and him ever since the batgirls left to Hong Kong together.
Demon brat, his obligation in the league. When he left, he'd assumed he'd never see him again, or if he did, it'd be from opposite sides. Sometimes, it felt a lot like opposite sides regardless.
Jason revved up his bike again he was mostly done with his people anyway. He would have to have some of his trustworthy men on the lookout for stragglers.
He pulled up his tracker to Damian. He winded through the streets following it.
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Crack
Thunder sounded out. Dick had hated the rain ever since... He just hated it. It was worse, so with Dami out there all alone. He didn't even know what had scared him enough to run. Damian would never run just cause what he knocked a tool over? That didn't sound like his brother son. Something else must have happened. He just had to figure out what.
"Nightwing. Report." Bruce growled into the comms suddenly. His throat felt dry. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't speak.
"SHIT!" A crashing sound loud enough to echo on the comms could be heard. Tim, dami, please be alright. He was just now reaching the Gotham border. Just hold on, I think desperately.
"Red Robin, what's happening on your end." Bruce demanded.
"Red Robin is fine. Damian deployed the bike sludge. He had to grapple backward to avoid the sludge. I think his leg is broken."
"Be careful, Signal, one wrong move with your powers, and you could light that right on up." Jason attempted to banter. Jason and his bad habit of deflecting by using humor. Something he's gotten in trouble because of before.
"We are on the warehouse that we busted yesterday with that drug deal across from Gotham Bridge. We lost sight of him." Duke ignored Jason's comment and carried on.
"Damian has stopped near gotham bridge hurry. Cameras aren't looking good."
"Oracle. Report, what do you see?" He can hear Bruce's gravelly voice tinged with desperation. Please don't do what I think you're going to do.
"I think he might jump."
The silence was suffocating.
Click.
Damians comms came back online.
"Damian?" Bruce's voice sounded distorted and echoes to his ears.
"Dami, can you hear me?" He knew he could.
"Yes."
"Master Damian, please come home." Alfred didn't beg, but he swore he could hear it in his voice.
"We can help you. Damian, don't do whatever you're planning. Please." Jason's voice was desperate.
" Please, Damian, listen to us. Let us help you."he was begging at this point, but he couldn't care less.
"I'm sorry Richard, but I don't think you can."
Click.
Crack
Lightning broke the illusion of quiet peace. The rain thundering just as loud against the ground.
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Jason drove as fast as he could, but by the time he and dick made it, the bike was the only thing left of his brother.
"Damian!" Dick tried jump off after him. "Dick! Stop!" "Let me go! I have to save him. Please..." His voice was thick and course. His brother's mask was starting to peel from the wetness.
"I know. I know..." He collapsed to the ground, taking his brother with him.
The headlight flickered ominously in the heavy rain.
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Pollen and Pheromones
Kinktober Day 13: Sex Pollen
Male Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Omega Reader CW: Noncon, sex pollen, aphrodisiac, pheromones, knotting, biting, claiming bite, stranded, spaceship crash, sci-fi, outer space, alien planet, a/b/o dynamics, bigotry/prejudice against omegas, rivalry, breeding, general yandere behavior, tsundere, betrayal Word Count: 1.6k (Enjoy this kinktober meal I have prepared <3)
"Star log: This is Pilot 2418 currently operating vessel Starlion: Orion. I am currently on route to pass the threshold of our galaxy in less than five minutes."
You were a shuttle pilot, one of the Exploration Guild's best. Ever since humanity had achieved interplanetary travel, they had sought to extend themselves ever further. With the new drift-space drives, that dream was now a reality.
They were only currently suited for small 1 to 2 man shuttlecraft, and only a couple such craft had been made. Two different ones had been commissioned through the guild, with both pilots competing to see who could exit the Milky Way first. The new drive could only be used in bursts to prevent overloading, so the journey had still taken a few months. But it seemed like you were about to succeed. Then you could make a U-turn and start drift-jumping back towards the nearest station.
Since you were an omega, this was a great achievement, a notice to the universe that your kind could do whatever betas and alphas could. You would be able to help stamp out the lingering bigotry and inspire others all with one action.
You were just about to cross the finish line!
Suddenly, your opponent, Tetsunori, came out of drift-space behind you. He had been your long-time rival, with both of you being about equally skilled.
But this was unacceptable to him as he was an alpha and held to the knothead mindset that an omega's place was bouncing on an alpha's prick or maybe in a teaching or nursing job.
You weren't worried, though. You had a solid lead. There was no way he could close the gap.
You rolled your eyes at the incoming transmission.
"Why don't you just give up now? If you surrender nicely, I'll let you celebrate my victory by letting you keep my knot warm!"
The temptation to reply was too great.
"Ha! You may be good at navigating the stars, but I doubt you have ever found your way into an omega."
Conversing with him hadn't distracted you or made you pause, so he growled as he switched to another plan. He fired on his tractor beam.
What the fuck, was he insane? Stooping so low to make sure you couldn't have a historic moment? You fired an equal and opposite tractor beam through his, which forced him to disengage. Something only possible because both ships were similar in size and energy output. Did he think you were some amateur?
In a desperate bid to prevent you from winning, Tetsunori rammed his shuttle into yours.
This type of bumping wasn't unheard of. It wasn't lethal if both ships were similar and had their shields up. But the bouncing was pretty strong for both parties, which is why it was a last-ditch effort. It could push you past the line, or it could bump him further. Neither of those things happened, though.
Instead, you careened right into the gravitational pull off a planet. You did everything you could to slow down and stabilize, but nothing seemed to be working.
Tetsunori sped after you in his spacecraft as he spoke into the comm link.
"I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm so sorry! I just had to be first! What omega would want to be mates with someone who they bested??"
You didn't have time for his weird ass confession and barely registered it. Your shields were still online and he had started pulsing his tractor beam to slow you down, full usage of it at such speeds could rip your ship apart, thankfully he wasn't an amateur either and knew that.
You put all available power and quickly put it into overloading the shields. You hit the emergency crash button, and two nozzles came out from the sides of the cockpit and sprayed you with a rapidly drying foam that would reduce damage to you if you got flung about the ship. Tetsunori's reckless and speedy entry into the atmosphere may have been enough to save you, but he had lost control of his vessel as well.
As you crashed, he careened away and crash-landed as well.
It was a good thing the high-tech impact reduction foam was so effective. Despite having shields, the ship was still shaken pretty badly, and the inertial dampeners weren't powerful enough to thwart damage from such a landing.
You took stock of the condition of your systems.
Almost everything was fried. You could at least scan the planet. It seemed like you had actually lucked out. In the entire galaxy planets that supported life were incredibly rare. But you had landed on one.
It seemed there were no known biological hazards present. No recognized toxins, dangerous bacteria, or viral agents. You were cleared to remove your suit. The temporary foam had started to dissolve, so it wasn't hard to remove.
The scanner also indicated there was a strong human life sign. It appeared that Tetsunori was okay.
You took the survival kit from underneath your seat as well as some beverages and rations you had procured at the last station and headed in the direction of dust and smoke in the distance.
You didn't even need the ship's scanner to tell you that the great imbecile, Tetsunori had landed there.
As you got closer, you stepped into a field of flowers that surrounded the entire crash site. You were probably still a mile away, but all around you were odd glittery silver and gold flowers.
The smell of them made you just slightly lightheaded and tingly. You realized the tiniest bit of slick was dribbling down your leg. They must be an aphrodisiac. The scanner hadn't warned you of anything in the air that was truly dangerous, so it probably wouldn't matter very much. And it really didn't. For you. As you trudged through the flowers and pollen, the effects did not get worse.
But for Tetsunori, the pollen was much stronger. When it hit his nostrils, it immediately put him into rut. Not a typical rut either, one of the ruts you see in pornos where the alpha is almost feral and unable to control their mating drive. When you came upon him, he was sitting on a piece of debris from his shit and rocking back and forth in clear distress. Through his outfit, his bulge was immediately visible.
"T-tetsunori? Uh... are you okay? D-did you get hurt in the crash?"
You took a step back when he looked up at you. His eyes were red, giving him a demonic appearance.
"The flowers, I think... they... UGH! My thoughts are all jumbled..."
He started to rub and massage his crotch desperately. He finally caught a whiff of your scent, ripe from the recent hike over to him and from being without a proper shower since your last space station stop. Not to mention the smell of the slick the aphrodisiac had coaxed out of you.
He started wildly sniffing at the air.
"Y-you smell so nice. You can help!"
You started backing away slowly.
"Uh... help with what?"
He got up and closed the difference between the two of you. Sweat had his dark hair clinging to his head. He was significantly taller and looked down at you intensely before sniffing and licking your neck with lazy broad strokes.
"S-smell so gooood. Always wanted to knot youuuu~"
You tried to push him off.
"Tetsunori! St-stop!"
You slapped, smacked, kicked, punched, and flailed, but nothing you did deterred him in the slightest.
"I'm sorry, but I fucking n-need this!"
He pinned you to the ground, clawing and biting off all your clothing until only your underwear was left, he removed it more delicately before inhaling its scent deeply and putting it in his pocket for later.
"Please don't do this, Tetsunori, PLEASE!"
He looked down at you, and it seemed like he was genuinely trying to resist before the pollen-charged rut won out.
Tetsunori unzipped his pants and let his drooling cock and full heavy balls out.
"G-gonna put all my babies in you! Have to! Have to!"
The lust-drunk alpha wasted no more time in ramming into you, an insertion that would have been more difficult had the pollen not slicked you up. Though it was still sudden and slightly painful.
"A-aaah!"
You tried to kick at him, but he growled viciously before pushing you into a mating press and slobbering all over your neck with his eager tongue.
The pollen must have increased the potency of his pheromones, or at least your susceptibility to them, because his musk was starting to cloud your thoughts.
Your grunts of pain became gasps of pleasure as your body quickly accommodated to his large size. You winced as he bit down hard on your neck to claim you. He kept right on fucking into you without skipping a beat.
He licked and kissed the lightly bleeding bite mark, some part of him remembering to comfort you despite his dominating need to fill you with cock. And by that point, the last of your resistance finally melted away.
"T-tetsunoriiiiii~" You moaned as your toes curled and body twitched in orgasm.
He growled your name in response and gave a few hard, deep thrusts before cumming as deeply as possible.
A comforting fullness filled your hole as his knot locked the two of you together. He pulled you close as he sat down so that you were in his lap facing him. The two of you caught your breath, then remained in an awkward silence until his knot deflated.
"G-got it out of your system?"
"Yeah... for the most part... sorry about that..."
You lifted yourself off of his lap, his half hard cock springing free with a lewd plopping sound.
"Well... it wasn't your fault. It was just the pollen..."
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his lap, his cock ramming directly into you, then began humping.
"Well... it wasn't just the pollen..."
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Hello. I just want to say your stories are amazing â€ïžđ„ș can you please write sylus Ă y/n where sylus pushes the reader away for some reason and later on regrets it ( full angst to fluff ) thank you đ„șâ€ïž
sylus pushing you away because heâs an idiot
Sylus sat behind his desk, eyes scanning through an endless stream of reports, his brow furrowed in deep frustration. The tension in his body was palpable; nothing seemed to be going right today.
The missions were falling apart, the data was incomplete and the pressure to resolve it all was suffocating. He hadnât eaten, hadnât rested and every small problem felt like a spark waiting to ignite the fuse.
Then, the door to his office suddenly burst open.
âHey, Sylusââ
You barely made it past the threshold before Sylus snapped, his sharp gaze lifting from the desk to you in an instant. His voice, usually calm and measured, came out harsh and cutting. âWho do you think you are to be barging in here without knocking?â
You froze in place, the words hitting you like a slap. Sylus rarely ever raised his voice at you and when he did, it was never like this. Shocked, you stammered, trying to apologize. âIâIâm sorry, I didnât mean toââ
âLeave.â The word came out cold and dismissive. His eyes narrowed, his tone biting, leaving no room for argument. âJust go.â
Your heart sank. You hadnât meant to interrupt him, only to check if he needed anything. You always looked out for him, especially when he was drowning in work.
But now, standing there, your presence felt like an inconvenience. You muttered a quiet apology, backing out of the room, closing the door softly behind you.
For a while after you left, Sylus didnât move. The anger he had let loose still simmered beneath the surface, but it was slowly being replaced by something heavierâguilt. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his silver hair.
Hours passed and Sylus tried to refocus but your absence gnawed at him. You always popped by to bring him food or just to make sure he was okay and now the silence in his office felt suffocating. He hadnât eaten all day but without you, even the thought of food made him feel sick.
Eventually, he gave in, reaching for his comm to call you. It rang once, twice⊠but you didnât pick up. His stomach twisted. He waited a few minutes, trying again but there was still no answer.
âDamn itâ he muttered under his breath, tossing the comm onto the desk. The realization hit him harder than he expected: he had pushed you away. Again. He was always doing this, keeping people at armâs length. But you⊠you were different. You were the only one who saw through his walls and instead of letting you in, heâd shoved you out.
Days passed and Sylus felt the weight of his mistake grow heavier. Without you around, he was a mess. He hadnât eaten properly, his sleep was fitful and work had become unbearable. He kept expecting to hear your voice, see you bring him something to eat or just feel your presence nearby. But there was nothing and it was his fault.
He couldnât take it anymore. The guilt gnawed at him until he finally decided to go to you.
Standing outside your door, Sylus hesitated. He wasnât good at apologizing, never had been. Words got stuck in his throat, his pride and guilt twisting together in an uncomfortable knot. But he couldnât leave things like this. He knocked softly and waited, feeling his heart pound in a way he wasnât used to. When you opened the door, your expression was far from warm.
âSylusâ you said, your voice flat, arms crossed. âWhat do you want?â
He stared at you, his usual confidence faltering. He hadnât expected the bitterness, though he probably deserved it. âKittenâŠâ He paused, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âI⊠came to talk.â
âAbout what?â You raised an eyebrow, clearly still upset. âYelling at me and kicking me out of your office?â
He flinched at your words, guilt surging through him. He had hurt you, more than he thought. âI shouldnât have done thatâ he mumbled, his voice quieter than usual. âI was⊠frustrated but thatâs not an excuse.â
âFrustrated?â you echoed, clearly unimpressed. âThatâs all youâve got?â
Sylus sighed, his hand falling to his side. Apologizing was harder than he thought it would be. âI know I screwed up, alright? I shouldnât have snapped at you. I just⊠I wasnât thinking.â
You frowned, still not satisfied. âYou didnât think to call me either or at least check in after you threw me out like that.â
âI did callâ he admitted, shifting uncomfortably. âYou didnât answer.â
You blinked, surprised for a moment but quickly masked it. âMaybe I didnât want to answer.â
The silence between you stretched, tension thick in the air. Sylus felt like he was sinking deeper into his guilt, unsure how to fix this. Heâd never been good at dealing with emotions, especially his own but now, seeing the hurt in your eyes, it was killing him.
âI missed youâ he finally muttered, the words almost foreign to him. He looked down, avoiding your gaze, feeling the weight of his own failure press down on him. âYouâre⊠the only one who gives a damn about me and I pushed you away. I havenât even eaten properly since you stopped coming around, sweetie.â
You bit your lip, torn between being angry and feeling sorry for him. Sylus was always like thisâclosed off, pushing people away, even when he didnât want to.
âI didnât mean itâ he added quietly, his voice rough with guilt. âI donât want you to leave me.â
For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then, with a sigh, you stepped aside, letting him into your place. âYouâre an idiot, Sylusâ you said, though there was a touch of softness to your words now. âBut come in. Iâm not letting you starve just because you donât know how to say sorry.â
Sylus walked in, the relief evident in his eyes but the guilt still hung heavily over him. He sat down awkwardly, watching you move around the room, unsure how to make things right. But for now, he was here, with you. It was a start.
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Would you be willing to write a Jason Todd x reader inspired by the bulletproof vest scene from Criminal Minds? Maybe it's early in their relationship and they're fussing after hearing he's been shot. Maybe with an annoyed Damian breaking up their flirting?
(Here is the scene if you don't know what I'm talking about!! youtube.com/watch?v=C2bjYavXWec)
Haha this was such a fun prompt! Thanks for sending đ©· I love prompts inspired by tv scenes
jason todd x gn!reader. minor injury, fluff, suggestive/implied nsfw, making out, implied timkon
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Jason opens the door, looking extra comfy in his GU sweatpants and a Wonder Woman t-shirt. His curls stick up in fifteen different directions, making him look like an overgrown chick.
You'd coo if your heart hadn't been in your stomach all night.
"Hey, baâ"
You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The force of your embrace makes Jason stumble back a step. You suddenly remember his injury and reel back.
"Baby, what's goin' on?" His eyes are wide. Jason holds onto you, inspecting you right back.
"I'm so sorry!" you say, hands fluttering over his body. "Oh God, did I reopen stitches? Fuck, fuckâ"
"Sweetheart." Jason places both hands on your shoulders and guides you away from the door. He kicks it shut with his foot. You both settle on the couch. "What're you talking about? Are you okay?"
"Am I okay?" You sit up. Jason rests his head on the back of the couch, watching you. "God, Jason, you got shot! I heard you caught fire this morning so I got here as quickly as I could. Did I reopen stitches? Be honest because I swear to God, Jay, if you lie to me about that..."
"Honey. Oh my love. Y'know I'm crazy about ya?" Jason holds your face with both hands and squishes your cheeks. He's smiling. "I got shot in my bulletproof vest. No stitches required. Who told you I got shot?"
You take his hands and hold them to your chest. "Well, I was listening to the comms 'cause I can't sleep when you have overnight missions andâ"
"You haven't slept all night?" Jason frowns. "Baby, you need to sleep."
You scoff. "None of that matters, Jay. What I'm hearing is that you still got shot!"
"'S not a big deal, honest. Just a few bruises. Leslie wrapped me up, see?"
Jason lifts his shirt. His ribs are wrapped in an ACE bandage. You feel around for a secret wound.
"No blood?" you ask, poking at the edges.
Jason laughs and catches your hand. He kisses your knuckles. "No, sweetness. No blood. 'S just a little sore." He lets his shirt fall. You're only a little disappointed by the loss of his bare skin.
"Why would Bruce send you out in a bulletproof vest? Of all the stupidâusually you wear your armor! That's actually bulletproof! Vests are bullet-resistant. That's like saying Gotham rats are toxin-proof. Just because they don't die from the Joker gas anymore doesn't mean they aren't higher than kites when it happens."
Jason kisses your cheek. It turns your insides ooey-gooey. He's always so warm, so solid.
"Mm. I'll call Merriam-Webster tomorrow and relate your beef with 'em. And to answer your question, I was undercover, so no armor. But I am fine. Okay?"
"I'll be the judge of that, mister."
You hike his shirt up to his neck and pat down his chest. Jason honest-to-God giggles, which only encourages you. You pinch the soft skin under his biceps, then kiss down his sternum. He squirms, sliding so he's lying on the couch.
"Tickles," Jason says, letting you love on him.
"Excuse me, sir, I'm trying to conduct a very serious medical examination," you say, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "I think I'll need a closer look at these."
You kiss Jason's right pectoral, and his face flushes pink like it always does because you know how sensitive he is there and how his sensitivity makes him shy. Your mouth grazes his nipple and a tiny grunt pushes out of his throat.
"'M just a piece of meat to you, huh?" He catches you with a hand on your hip.
You smile and nip his neck, careful of his bandage. Jason's breath hitches.
"Please, baby, show mercy. Want me to get on my knees an' beg? I will."
"Sir, that is highly unprofessional language for this procedure. I'm afraid I'll have to give you an oral exam to see what's causing that filthy mouth of yours."
"Yeah, I'll show you filthy," Jason murmurs, cupping the back of your head. "Let's see how filthy y'get when Iâ"
"Oh my God, stop."
"Todd!"
You freeze with Jason's mouth on your neck and your shirt rucked up. Tim and Damian are at the edge of the living room. Tim looks nauseous. Damian's mouth is shriveled like a prune.
You scramble off of Jason, mortified, and smooth down your shirt. Jason leisurely turns his head, still holding onto you. He sighs.
"What d'you brats want?"
"To erase the last sixty seconds from my brain," Tim says.
Jason grins, all teeth. "That can be arranged."
You roll your eyes. "We're sorry, guys. Did you need Jason?"
"Yes. Father wants you back at the Cave immediately for debrief," Damian says, glancing at Jason's exposed bandages with tangible disgust.
You tug down Jason's shirt. His mouth quirks briefly before he registers his brother's request.
"Oh, hell to the fucking no. I got back two hours ago. Tell him to fuck off."
"I think you tell him enough for all of us," Tim says. "It's just a debrief. Babs started timing him and he's been good about keeping them short."
"He can email me. I'm not going to the Cave for a damn debrief."
Tim squints at Jason, then you. "I see. You know, you're awfully energetic for someone who should be recovering. Leslie benched Dick the last time he overexerted himself."
Jason raises an eyebrow. "I wouldn't be speaking about exertion after what you and Connor did at the Kents' fourth of July picnic last year, Timbelina."
Tim somehow turns more pale. Damian whips his head around.
"Drake? What is he talking about?"
"Nothing. C'mon, Damian, let's go. Jason can debrief later."
He hauls a protesting Damian out the fire escape. Jason waves after them.
"Uh-huh, take care now, bye-bye! Close the window on your way out!"
The window slams shut. You look at Jason, eyes wide.
"What...?"
He shrugs. "Brotherly blackmail. All in good spirit."
"I see. You really don't need to go? I can wait."
"Nah. Bruce can wait. I have a very important injury that needs tending to."
You roll your eyes, smiling. "Uh-huh. Are you sure you're okay?"
Jason kisses you. "Positive," he says against your mouth. "This is nothing. But I appreciate you worrying about little ol' me."
"I'll always worry about you, Jay."
He ducks his head and nudges your neck like a cat. "I know, baby. 'S why I'm the luckiest guy in the whole wide world."
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This is a follow-up/one-shot based on the fic I wrote here, which was based on the prompt by @ghostreblogging
I'm really having fun with Big Brother Danny AU~ big thanks to everyone taking the time to read it!
Not So Normal
Daniel Fenton-Wayne had been with the family for a while now. To say that he was odd would be an injustice because he wasn't really. At least, not compared to the rest of the costume wearing vigilante family. Danny was a civilian, albeit a strange one. Danny and Damian were close in age, and everyone could tell that Danny wanted to be a good big brother; he'd never had the chance to before. The strangeness came in when Damian brandished his many weapons toward Danny, and he... caught him mid launch. Just snatched the little bird out of the air for a hug. Damian had thought he was putting up a fight, but it was clear that Danny wasn't struggling. He seemed so casually unbothered by Damian's behavior, but he was normal, ya know?
Damian sneers and waves his fork menacingly at Danny during dinner?
"He's fine! He's like, what, 10 years old?"
Damian growled that he was clearly 12 and threw himself over the table at him.
Damian threatens him with his swords?
"Damian! No!"
"Nooooo! Don't discourage him! He might lose interest!" And even as the rest of the family assured him that that would be a good thing, he handed Damian the blade and asked if lessons were on the table so Damian could have a "competent sparring partner." He still tried to stab Danny after that.
As concerning as it always was when Damian tried to stab someone, they were all relieved that Daniel seemed to be able to handle the demon brat better than most. Eventually the baby bird would warm up to him and stop stabbing him so often, but until then, Danny could handle himself.
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Let it be known that Damian did not have a favorite brother! They were all imbeciles with poor taste in humor and mediocre fighting skills. That being said, Danny did have a leg up over the others for inquiring about sword lessons to improve his fighting prowess, even if he was already surprisingly adequate for a civilian. Well, that and other things that Danny had admitted only to him in the months he'd been with the family. It was strange being the one he confided in, but he felt a sort of pride that, even though he'd tried to stab Daniel, he was still the one he went to when he needed to talk about stuff he hadn't told the others. So perhaps it wasn't that surprising that when he'd gotten in trouble, Danny was the one Damian called for.
Patrol that night had been boring and quiet. Too quiet. Way too quiet for Gotham, which meant that something bad was brewing. Batman had handed Robin off to Nightwing for the night while he poured over all the reports and data from the last few weeks to figure out what the rogues of Gotham could have planned. Nightwing was ashamed to say that the Joker had gotten the jump on them. He'd tied the two up, leaving their comms on so the rest of the bats could hear all of the terrible things Joker had planned for them. He included terrible reminders of how he'd murdered Jason and how he couldn't wait to pluck the wings from Batman's other birdies. Damian wanted to rip his throat out for that, but he was in no shape to fight. His family was in danger, so he called out to the only other person he trusted.
"DANIEL!" Damian screamed long and loud for his brother, the plea surging forth from deep in his chest. Dick looked horror stricken that his baby brother had called out for the one member of the family that wasn't a vigilante, painting a huge target on his back. But even as he could hear the commotion coming through the comms and see the panicked look on Dick's face, he called for Danny again. His brother would help. He would come!
The room's temperature dropped in an instant, their panting, panicked breaths fogging the air while the lights flickered. The Joker paused in his maniacal laughter to observe the Lazarus green pool forming on the ground between him and the birds. Frost and ice cracked through the concrete of the warehouse as a head of white hair with a crown of crystalline ice rose through the small pit and the Joker's veins flooded with dread at the too wide, too sharp smile on the thing's face.
"Don't worry, I'm here. You're safe," he cooed comfortingly back to Damian, his voice an otherworldly echo in the large space. "But you?" He gestured to the Joker with claw-like fingers. "Well, let's just say, I've been dÌ”ÌÌÌÍÌŠÌ©yÌŽÌÍÍ̧ÌșiÌžÍÍÌȘÍn̶ÍÍg̟̔ÍÍÌ» to get my hands on you."
It happened so fast that no one really knew if the Joker screamed or not. In one moment, the boy's body had morphed into a cloud of inky black scattered with what looked like honest to God stars that smothered the Joker, and in the next, he was gone. The being who, upon closer inspection, definitely looked like Danny if he had white hair and green eyes and was a literal Eldritch creature, was untying them with care.
"Danny?" Dick questioned. He acknowledged him with a quick nod before turning back to Damian, the one who had called.
"You came," the youngest mumbled.
"You called," Danny answered with a soft smile. "Did you think that I wouldn't?"
"No. I knew that you would. You're not incompetent like the others."
"You guys heard that, right? That was definitely a compliment!"
Damian huffed but sagged in relief once he and Dick were both untied.
"You- you're-" Dick stumbled over his words in astonishment. "Danny, you're a meta?"
"Technically, it's a medical condition, but details," he responded, waving off the rest of the question with a cheeky smile.
In Nightwing's ear Bruce asked to speak with Danny. He removed the earpiece and tapped Danny's arm with it, gesturing to his ear. The "meta" slid it on just in time to hear his adoptive father shout.
"We will be talking about this as soon as everyone gets home safe, am I understood!"
"Loud and clear, boss man!"
"Let it be known that I knew something was weird about Danny!" He heard Jason exclaim. "No offense man."
"None taken, my Revenant sibling mine."
"Where did the Joker even go?" Someone over the comms asked. Danny thought it was Steph.
"I sent him to clown jail. I hate clowns. I've literally never met one that hasn't tried to kill me or my family."
Upon learning that the Joker wasn't the first homicidal clown that their, before now, seemingly normal brother had met, the comms erupted into chaos. Danny tossed the earpiece back to Nightwing before whisking them away back to the cave under the manor. He had a lot of explaining to do.
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Now or Never***
Hunter X F!Reader
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When Hunter spontaneously kisses you before he goes camping with the others whilst you look after the ship, your mind is set aflame. Both of you think about it and it's either now or never to see if there is a spark there.
warnings: warnings: Not exactly NSFW but is very steamy so 17+ only please. Spontaneous and accidental kiss, making out, brief breast touching, touchy touchy, non established relationship, female reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, first kiss, one curse word.
authors note: a request for my lovely friend đ€
"Have you made sure you've packed your canteen, sleeping bag, and comm device?" You stood observing Omega meticulously arranging her belongings in preparation for a camping excursion with her brothers, ensuring she's equipped for the night ahead.
The idea was originally proposed by Wrecker, who eagerly suggested taking Omega on a camping adventure in the wilderness, a proposition unanimously agreed upon by the othersâexcept for you. Camping wasn't exactly your preferred activity.
"Yes, yes, and yes again," Omega confirms, playfully rolling her eyes before turning to you with a smile. "You're worse than Hunter AND Crosshair combined."
You chuckle and kneel down to Omega's level. "I'm not that bad," you tease, tousling her hair affectionately before rising to your feet. "But do be cautious, alright? Don't go picking berries unless you're certain about them."
"I'm not about to repeat Wrecker's mistake," Omega giggles, both of you sharing a fond memory of the time his hunger led him to accidentally consume toxic berries, resulting in a nasty rash.
"Are you absolutely certain you can't be persuaded to join us?" Hunter speaks and as you turn to him, you watch as he adjusts his backpack in readiness for the night ahead.
"I'll be fine. Besides, someone needs to stay behind to look after Gonky and the ship," you reply, giving the droid a reassuring pat as it waddles past. "I'll also tidy up around here. I wanna make sure it's neat and tidy for when you return."
A warm smile spreads across Hunter's face as he looks at you, a gesture that has become increasingly frequent lately. "Well, if you insist. Feel free to contact me if you require assistance."
'Me'? Not 'us'?â you silently ponder, feeling a slight warmth tint your cheeks. "And the same goes for you. Stay safe out there and don't wander off."
"Can we get going before we lose light?" Crosshair interjects with a snarl, positioning himself between you and Hunter with an almost knowing look, as if he's aware of your burgeoning feelings for a particular Sergeant.
Hunter clears his throat, shooting a warning glare at his brother, who momentarily smirks before disembarking the ship, followed by the others. However, Hunter lingers back for a moment, his gaze lingering on you. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
"Why the sudden protectiveness?" You raise a brow, accompanied by a smirk, though you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest.
"Just making sure," he reassures, offering another soft smile. "The others seem excited. It's been a while since we've done something like this."
Your heart swells at the sight of him finding peace, even if just for a moment. No empire, no warâjust rest. "Well, stop lingering and get going before you lose the others," you prompt, playfully nudging his side with your arm, your touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.
"Alright, alright. I'll see you tomorrow," he responds, but as he turns to leave, a brief moment of unexpected stillness descends. Without warning, Hunter reaches out and holds your waist, pulling you gently toward him, and kisses you.
You donât even have time to react because he pulls back abruptly, eyes wide with shock, and you find yourself mirroring his astonishment.
He quickly releases you, running a clammy hand over the back of his neck. "I... I don't know why I did that."
"O-okay," you breathe shakily, trying to steady your racing heart as you nervously fiddle with your fingers, your mind reeling from the unexpected intimacy.
"Sorry, I..." he trails off, meeting your gaze once more, his expression a mix of anxiousness and apology.
You gaze back at him, feeling the rapid rhythm of your heart almost deafening in the silence between you. "No, it's okay," you manage to exhale shakily, taking a small step back, needing the space to collect your thoughts. "Y-you should really get going."
He nods in understanding, but you can't shake the feeling of uncertainty clouding his expression. Better yet, youâre certain he takes a longing gaze at your lips before snapping out of his trance. "Yeah. Alright. Are⊠Stars, are we okay?â He asks, a little exasperated. âI hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"Go, Hunter," you say just above a whisper, a mixture of confusion and longing tugging at your emotions. "I'll still be here when you get back." Your smile feels forced, genuine bewilderment at how to navigate the spiral of emotions inside you. It all feels like a dream, yet you're not entirely sure if you want to wake up. Or perhaps you do?
Hunter gives you one last lingering look before he turns and leaves, leaving you alone with your tangled thoughts.
Watching him go, you can't help but dread the inevitable awkwardness that awaits you in the morning.
Hours had slipped by since the departure of the others, and you had kept yourself occupied as best as possible, channeling your energy into cleaning the Marauder. Discarded bolts, half-eaten ration bars, and an array of dust and weapon gear cluttered the interior, making it a challenge to find even a patch of floor. Wiping your brow, you stand back to admire your handiwork, but now what?
"What do you think, Gonky? Nice and clean?"
GONK.
"Yeah, I know," you sigh, sinking into the pilot's seat and propping your legs up on the control dash as you gaze out at the night sky. But try as you might to divert your thoughts, they stubbornly refuse to stray far from the unexpected encounter with Hunter.
There's a lingering tingle on your lips, prompting you to idly lick them as you recall the sensation of his kiss. Your stomach flutters, and you run a hand through your hair in frustration. "It's just a crush... just a crush."
At least, that's what it had started as. Sure, you had found Hunter attractive from the moment you joined the team, but it had been nothing more than a passing admiration. Yet, as the months passed and you grew closer to him, undeniable feelingsâon your part, at leastâhad begun to emerge.
So, the question lingered: why had he kissed you? Was it merely a spontaneous impulse, or was there something more to it? Of course, you couldn't help but hope for the latter, but his immediate apology had left you questioning his intentions.
Suddenly, a rhythmic beeping emanates from one sector of the control panel, jolting you into alertness. You sit forward, inspecting the display, and your blood turns cold as you spot a heat signature approaching. Rising to your feet, you arm yourself and position yourself at the gangplank, ready for whatever may come.
But your fears begin to dissipate as you discern the familiar colours of clone armor in the distance. "Hunter? What are you doing back? Are the others alright?" you call out, relief flooding your voice as you watch him approach.
"Everything's alright, don't worry," Hunter reassures you, his chuckle softening the panic in your voice, though it leaves you feeling more puzzled than reassured.
"What are you doing back then?" you ask, your stomach fluttering once more as he takes a step closer.
"I came to see you," he says softly, his gaze meeting yours with a sincerity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was driving me mad."
You swallow hard, feeling the nervous flutter in your stomach as your hands instinctively tuck behind your back. "Oh, Hunter, I told you I'd be fine," you manage to say, though your voice betrays a hint of uncertainty.
"I'm not referring to that," he replies quickly, closing the distance between you with each deliberate step. Your heart races, anticipation and apprehension mingling in equal measure as you realise the true reason for his return. "Your heart's beating so fast for me," he murmurs, his voice a quiet rasp that sends a shiver down your spine.
With each step bringing him closer, the tension between you becomes palpable, and you can feel the electricity crackling in the air.
"Hunter..." you begin, taking a step back to welcome him onto the ship, but your voice trails off as he enters and seals the door to the Marauder shut behind him with a button on his wrist.
"Did you mean to kiss me?" you finally manage to ask, your heart pounding in anticipation.
"No," he admits, his gaze unwavering, but a flicker of excitement dances in your chest as he continues, "but I can't deny that I haven't thought about doing it. Many times."
You're too stunned to respond, the weight of his words leaving you speechless, and you can only watch in disbelief as he closes the distance between you. His hand reaches up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Tell me... if I hadn't pulled away, would you have kissed me back?" he whispers, his voice barely audible but filled with a raw vulnerability that leaves you breathless.
You stare into his eyes, all your uncertainties melting away in the intensity of the moment. Unable to resist any longer, you lean in and press a gentle, swift kiss to his lips, pulling back with a coy smile. "Does that answer your question?"
Hunter's chest rises and falls with a mixture of surprise and longing at your kiss, his hands finding a comfortable place on your hips. "Maybe," he teases in response, a playful glint in his eyes. "I think I need to just..." he leans in closer, his lips barely brushing against yours before trailing agonisingly slowly across your cheek and up to your ear.
"Hunter," you gasp silently, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips brush over your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Yes?" he asks innocently, his warm breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as it fans over you, sending a rush of heat coursing through your veins.
"It's now or never," you whisper breathlessly, your voice barely above a murmur. "Kiss me... kiss me properly."
With a surge of desire, his lips leave your ear and find yours, his hand cupping your jaw as you both surrender to the heated passion between you. Your back presses against the wall of the ship as you eagerly reciprocate, your fingers tangling in his hair with a firm grip as you lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of each other's touch.
Gone are the smiles and lingering glances, replaced by the urgency of the moment that ignites a fiery passion between you. Both of you are breathless, yet neither of you wants to break away. The kiss is messy, with teeth occasionally clanging together, but it only adds to the raw intensity of the moment.
In a bold move, he lifts your leg and hooks it around his waist, drawing you closer until his body is pressed against yours. Your hands roam over his armor, desperate to remove every barrier between you.
He obliges, a small smirk playing on his lips as he swiftly removes his armor, his lips only briefly parting from yours before he's swallowing your moans once more. "I can't stop kissing you," he grunts, his breathing heavy and intoxicating, sending shivers down your spine.
"Good thing I haven't told you to stop," you growl against his lips, earning a deep groan in response before he deftly maneuvers you onto the floor, crawling over you and enveloping you in his arms.
His tongue dances along your lower lip, seeking entrance that you're willing to grant, but you can't resist the urge to tease him, to show him what he's been missing for so long. Ignoring his plea, you gently bite down on his lip, eliciting a gasp of surprise from him, and seizing the opportunity, you take the lead.
He meets your passion with equal fervor, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance. Both of you are panting, and you're grateful that you had cleaned the floor beforehand. "Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs between kisses, his words sending a rush of warmth to your core.
Lips locked, one of his hands slips under your shirt, sending a tingling sensation racing along your skin as his fingers trail along your stomach and up the side of your ribs. Your breath catches in your throat as he continues his exploration, his touch gentle yet electric, until he ever so softly caresses your breast.
A soft gasp escapes your lips at the intimate contact, your body arching instinctively toward his touch as desire courses through you. With each delicate caress, the heat between you intensifies, and you find yourself completely lost in the sensation of his touch.
"More... please," you gasp into his mouth, your body ablaze with desire. He listens to your plea, his hand reluctantly leaving your breast before sliding back down your body. His fingers dance along your skin, teasing along the hem of your waistband, igniting a primal need within you.
Naturally, arousal courses through you, transforming this fleeting moment of passion into something deeper. "I've dreamt about touching you down here," he whispers against your lips, swollen and flushed with desire.
He's on the verge of breaking the barrier, your body eagerly anticipating his touch, when the shrill noise of his comm device, scattered on the floor next to your head, shatters the moment.
He looks at you, then at his comm, and back to you with an apologetic smile. "It's best I get that. Just in case."
You nod in understanding, suddenly feeling shy and bashful. But he doesn't move from above you, instead swiping up his comm and answering the call. "What's the problem?"
"We're heading back. Crosshair ate some of those berries that gave Wrecker a rash last time," Echo's voice echoes loudly in the cabin, interrupting the intimate moment.
"Fantastic. We'll see you soon," Hunter replies, cutting off the call with a sigh of frustration.
Despite the interruption, you can't help but stifle a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Hey," you say softly, reaching up to cup his cheek, "we could do this another time... if you'd like that?"
He chuckles, meeting your gaze with a mixture of longing and gratitude. "I want nothing more than that," he admits, sealing the moment with the gentlest kiss on your lips. "I, uh, I liked this. A lot."
As he helps you sit up, Hunter's movements are gentle yet purposeful, his attention focused on reassembling his gear. Meanwhile, you take a moment to smooth out your hair and adjust your clothing before standing up.
"Hunter?"
Turning to face you, Hunter's gaze is warm yet curious. "Yeah?" he responds, his brow furrowing slightly in anticipation of your next words.
"Thank you," you say softly, sincerity lacing every syllable.
His confusion deepens, prompting him to take a step closer to you, his hand finding its way to your waist as he draws you near. "What for?" he inquires, his eyes searching yours for answers.
Your heart swells at his proximity, and you meet his gaze with a mixture of affection and appreciation.
"For feeling the same way I do."
There were many, many sneaky kisses from then on.
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"Why'd the soldier run into the demo site before it went down?"
Soap sighed, throwing a long suffering glance to his Lieutenant. He shifted his grip on his rifle. He could pretend he didn't hear the man but... either morbid curiosity or masochism won out. He wasn't sure which. "Why?"
"To C-4 himself."
"Awful."
"More?"
"As if you'd stop if I said 'no'." Years of practice kept a smile off his face. In all the time Soap had known Ghost, the man's sense of humor had remained steadfastly terrible.
Their unit advanced. Ghost and Soap were in the lead, spread far enough to need comms to talk, but close enough to signal one another if need be. Their men fanned out behind them.
"You hear 'bout the microwave incident on base?" Ghost's voice had taken on an ethereal quality.
Glancing over again, Soap spared a moment to admire the other man's silhouette against the muted orange glow filtering through the trees. He deftly stepped over branches and around trees. Rifle at the ready. Always ready.
Soap had missed this. Missed him. Missed them.
Soap hadn't blown up a microwave for fun in much too long. He hadn't had time, too desperate to fix things. Things were fixed. He'd need to change that when they got back. "Go on."
"Lost two kernels in a popcorn explosion."
"Tragic. Your jokes are painful, Lt."
"I'm just warming up."
Good. "That's a worrying statement."
"'Fraid of a good time, Johnny?"
"Afraid your jokes'll be the death of me."
"You could only hope so."
Trees and branches created illusory enemies as the trudged through the wood, but their trained eyes and steel nerves kept their small platoon from panicking. Sure-footed, they kept searching.
Soap offered one of his own. "What do you call an officer who spends too much time at the head?"
"What?"
"A loo-tenant."
"Not bad." A pause, Soap had just begun to soak in the praise when Ghost continued. "Not good either."
"Fucker. Yours're no better."
"I'm much better."
You are. "Keep telling yourself that."
"Why's there no winning a war with zombies?"
"Ghost." Soap's warning fired off nearly unbidden. He didn't like where this joke was headed. Behind him he heard one of his men misstep, a twig snapping. Perhaps the cause of his warning had been mistaken.
"Cause it's dead even."
"No. Too topical, Ghost. Don't like that one."
Minute crackling from the smoldering world around them filled the uncomfortable silence that followed his outburst.
"Lighten up, Johnny." Easy for him to say.
"I'll try, Sir."
"Heard the Navy is the most religious military branch. 'Parently they love a good warship."
***
Why did they have to use comms? Why did they have to keep that thing around?
The Sergeant was a freak, but at least he was still human. Still alive.
"Hnnnnnnggggrrrrrrraaaaahh." The fucking monster that had once been their Lieutenant moaned, scratchy and split. It traveled through the smoke unnaturally, fraying the nerves of the men it led.
"Go on."
"Rrrrrah arrrrrrrrnnnnnn."
"Tragic. Your jokes are painful, Lt."
It still moved like a man, from a distance you'd never know.
But the sounds. Why did they keep it? It was one of them.
"Eyuhm. Mruuuuaaammm."
"That's a worrying statement."
Why the hell did the fucking thing moan into comms? Why did the Sergeant respond like it was talking? Why did they all have to pretend they weren't being led to their deaths by a fucking Zombie and a mutant who'd lost his mind?
"No. Too topical, Ghost. Don't like that one."
MacTavish's snap quieted the monster for a moment. Holy shit he could breath again.
"Ahhmff. Ohnneeee."
"I'll try, Sir."
The beast began to moan again, it floated back to them, broken bloodied nails against his nerves. It crackled through their comms. It was destroying him. "I can't fucking take this anymore!"
Both freaks rounded on him. He leveled his gun at the former Lieutenant.
"Corporal Evans, what the fuck?" Sergeant MacTavish snarled. Green eyes mutely glowing.
"That fucking thing keeps moaning. He's dead, he's one of them! Why are we pretending he isn't?"
The Sergeant was moving before Evans could even blink. Evans fired off a shot but it went wide, nowhere near his target, as the Sergeant laid hands on him.
Green smoke emanated from the mutant, eyes glowing fiercely as he threw Evans into a tree and held him there. Pain in his collar bone and a loud crack told him it had been broken.
The Sergeant barked something at him, but his ears were ringing too loudly and his mind was clouded. He must've hit his head against the tree.
***
"Heard a shot, boys. Report."
"Evans lost his damn mind and took a shot at Ghost." Soap spat. He was ready to rip the Corporal limb from limb, the traitor would deserve it.
"He hit?"
A hand landed on his shoulder. A bloodied skeleton print glove, missing the ring finger and revealing grayed flesh and blood caked under the nail.
Toxic green met milky white. Ghost's eyes still conveyed such intense emotions. He was worried about the shot and yelling giving away their position. He was feigning indifference to being targeted. He was angry about Soap losing his head.
"Ohnee. Rauhghh."Â Ghost's voice echoed within Soaps mind as well. 'Johnny. Cool it.'
"Ghost's fine. Shot missed."
"Hhhnnnnaowww."
Soap rolled his eyes and dutifully translated for the others. "Apparently I just broke Evans's collar bone."
Price grunted before ordering. "Right. Bring him back in one piece, he'll be dealt with later."
Two of the others had stepped up. Zip-cuffs and duct tape in hand. There'd be no more outbursts from Evans, then.
"He probably got heated because you're not translating for us, Soap. I'm missin' his comedy gold." Gaz piped up.
Ghosts exposed mouth was one of the benefits to his condition, he refused to use a different mask since the incident. His slack, broken jaw didn't stop him from smiling.
"Hnnh hnnhh huaaaaaarrrrrnnnnnghuhh."
Soap closed his eyes and centered himself. Things had been so touch and go for so long. Theyd kept Ghost caged because they didn't know they could still trust him. No one could hear him. When The Director had offered to change that, in exchange for Soap participating in a few experiments, he'd jumped on it. Hearing the man in his own mind now, he could never regret it. Even if the damn respirator on his face could never be removed.
" 'Picasso used to drive a tank. Was known for art-illery.' Sure you want me to keep translating?"
"Terrible, Sir."
"Fucking hell, Simon, that was bad."
A few of the men around them laughed or chuckled. None would look either officer in the eye though.
"I was trying to save you all." Soap said before taking his position back up and letting his men handle Evans.
They resumed their advance through the smoldering wood.
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