#Miraculously Saved Driver

[hanasnx]

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MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: sexual content | mild gunplay | sexual harassment | flirting | enemies to lovers

“Now, where do you think you’re goin’?” The deep, digitally edged voice of the ARKHAM KNIGHT miraculously cuts through the ringing in your ears. The bullet hole dug into the concrete above your head smokes, and you breathe in its fumes, your hands over your head in a defensive pose. His warning shot. Laying on your stomach, you’d attempted to crawl away, and at the sound of his heavy boots sauntering after you, you’re secure enough to lift your head. You check his location, and he’s right on top of you.

“Wait!” you plea, raising a hand to him only for his glove to clamp around your wrist. Your socket aches as he yanks on your arm, lifting you in a swift motion to cup his forearm under your thighs and sling you over his shoulder. Your stomach makes contact with it, the air in your lungs huffing out with a groan as he straightens to his dizzying full height. “Let- me- go!” The fear of his gun had worn off, now carrying you to a car he’d called for back-up while you thrash in his grip.

“Easy there, little miss.” His one arm strapped around your legs by the inside of your knees, keeps you secure as he jostles you, making you emit another yelp from his shoulder digging into your diaphragm. “Wouldn’t want another accident, would we?” Your hands brace against his lower back, picking yourself up to observe your surroundings. The wreckage of the militant car you’d crashed lies waiting for Batman to inspect it. Surely you made sure the driver crashed for good reason, and you’d rolled out at the last second. Unscathed save for a few bruises and scrapes. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you. Until I don’t need you anymore.”

You bend your spine to glare at the back of his helmet. “He’s gonna find you.” you claim defiantly, pressing your lips into a thin line as he approaches the new car.

“Yeah? Let him. That’s what you’re for.” A queasiness sets in the pit of your stomach. The combination of adrenaline, your unfortunate circumstances, and the fact you’re leading Batman right to this enemy. “You got quiet there, sweetheart. You shocked?” his proud remark is met with your rally, sharply inhaling through your nose and opening your mouth to bite back when you’re interrupted. You squeak as you’re thrown into the backseat, your ass hitting the cushion and bouncing to a stop as he climbs in after you. There was no time to let you adjust before he invited himself in, his knee resting on the outside of your leg with the sole of his shoe planted firmly on the floor of the car. You see how he gently sways in his standing position as the vehicle departs, and your mouth dries from his compromising straddle. It’s disgustingly intimate. “If I didn’t know any better, babygirl, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” An indignant expression takes over your countenance, scrambling until your back hits the opposite door. He chuckles, sitting down where your legs once were on the seat. Leisurely, he rests his wrist on his propped up knee, keeping his gun handy. It taps and your breathing intensifies.

So as to not make any sudden moves, you’re tentative in your action to sit forward, and you keep your eye on him from the side. “Where are you taking me?” you question, failing to entirely conceal the quiver in your voice. He and his militia had plucked you from the Clock Tower, having been aiding the Bat in his endeavor to take back Gotham in its darkest hour.

The Arkham Knight shifts in his seat, and you hear a jingle. “Oh. Almost forgot.” There’s a tone of amusement in his phrase as he invades your space again; instinctively you shy away, but he snatches your wrist, raising your arm and cuffing you to the handle on the roof. “Can’t have you trying to get away again.” You wish you could stop hearing the grating technical noise of his mask when he talks, whatever he uses to veil his true auditory signature from any voice recognition. When you face him, you’re taken aback by how much closer he is to you. The eyes of his helmet remain on you as you press yourself to the window. Harshly, his hand comes to pinch your jaw between his fingers and his thumb, and your brows knit together as he examines you, adjusting you side-to-side. “What’s so special about you, huh?”

You yank out of his hold, incredulous over his question. “What are you talking about?”

“The Bat. He’s coming after you. Shouldn’t matter to me why, but it does. He got a little thing for you?” The knuckle of his index finger brushes up your thigh flirtatiously, and you jerk it away.

“No.” you answer.

“You sure?” A lilt of surprise to his tone has you bewildered, eyeing him up as he hums. “That’s lucky.”

The crease in your brows deepen as a curl of disgust tugs at your upper lip. “Is it?”

His arm stretches up, revealing the view of his gun in his other hand, reminding you of its ever-weighing presence. Suddenly your boldness is once again depleting, you don’t notice until it’s settled that his arm now rests behind your head on the back of the vehicle seat, curling around you, tucking you into the space in his side. “Sure. You know, there’s not much to do up at the safehouse. We could…” as he trails, the end of his weapon seeks you out, and your heartbeat quickens at the sight of a gun tracing down your chest. “have a little fun of our own while the Bat catches up to us,” Its tip hesitates at the neckline of your shirt, and you exhale deeply, caving in your chest with a gulp. The gun catches on the hem, tugging it down enough to show him your cleavage. “how’s that sound?”

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[paddockbunny]

Don’t Blame Me - Part 1

Summary : You had it bad. You had it so damn bad for a man that was not your boyfriend. And when you arrive in Brazil and find out all the drivers were staying in the same hotel…what happens when it’s suddenly all out there to you, on a plate? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : Multi-part imagine Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, no strong warnings but it’s not intended for minors. And I know Max isn’t everyone’s thing so Max Verstappen warning too Images : curated from Pintrest

Brazil ‘23

“This is a bit…odd.” Your boyfriend grumbled beside you as he pressed the button for floor 9 upon entering the elevator. “What is?” You replied sheepishly. You hadn’t really been paying much attention for the last ten minutes. Your brain switched off the moment you checked you had everything from the back of the chauffeur driven car. Truth be told you were still feeling the effects of the sleeping tablet you had taken the night prior. All you wanted to do was delve straight into the big hotel bed and nap, not listen to your boyfriend drone on and on about something he found out of sorts. “We’re all in the same hotel. All of us. All the drivers.” His bottom lip jutted out a little as you glanced at him. It was odd, Max was right. You had accompanied him on several weekends (at his heartfelt insistence) and you had never known the teams to put their drivers in the same hotels - well, ok, maybe one or two teams did but not the whole grid.

After the initial thought of it being a bit strange wore off the first thing you couldn’t help but think of was how this meant Daniel was staying here too, in the same hotel. He would be sleeping somewhere in one of the many rooms of the same hotel as you were. Sleeping, Daniel, hotel plus you.

Christ, calm yourself! You thought. This whole crush you had developed on Daniel was getting ridiculous and completely out of hand. You didn’t even know the man existed at the start of the year and now suddenly you were borderline obsessed with him. This was the type of thing a shrink would have a field day with. There was probably something weirdly wrong with your psyche at fancying your boyfriends best friend and ex-teammate. But then again, look at him?! Ugh! You scolded yourself again when you thought about how fucking hot he was. And right then, right as you were thinking of Daniel’s full perfect pouty lips crashing down on yours your boyfriend nudged into you and broke you out of your daydream. “Sorry, I’m still tired.” You pouted in an attempt to cover up what you were thinking about. There wasn’t a time when you didn’t make a miraculous goal saving recovery when thinking (or fantasising) about Daniel. You had become a master at it. An expert. Max smiled sympathetically. “We can have a nap when we get in.” He ran his hand down the back of your head, his fingers momentarily getting lost in your tresses. You smiled genuinely because Max was so sweet and gentle with you. He had a loving, nurturing side that not many people got to experience. He was a gentleman at heart.

As soon as you got into the hotel room you were spending the next six nights you practically ran toward the bed. Hotel rooms all began to look the same when you were in them as often as you had started being. Max wanted you at as many races as possible. He claimed he drove better with you there and he got a better nights sleep with you in his arms. But there was a small little part of you that thought he simply enjoyed showing you off. He liked gloating that you were his girlfriend and making other men jealous. As you sat down on the big fluffy duvet covered bed you moaned in satisfaction. Hotel beds and bedding were always a hit or a miss and this one, well, it was perfection. You felt Max’s intense stare as you kicked off your shoes and arose from your position to take off your jeans. As the dark material pooled at your feet you swore you heard Max try to hide a groan. He was a lingerie man and just the sight of you in a thin scrap of black lace fabric got him going. But sex with your boyfriend was the last thing on your mind. You just needed to nap, rest and try forget that somewhere in the hotel Daniel was probably doing the same (or showering….stop thinking about him naked! Your inner monologue scolded you). With the thought of him swirling around your head you held your hand out toward your boyfriend as you peeled back the covers of the bed. “Join me.” Max’s face lit up “Not like that” you let out a short, amused laugh “come snuggle.” Max pouted, his bottom lip jutting out momentarily before shrugging and ridding himself of his zip up and his own jeans.

Max’s arms engulfed you as you lay with your back to his front, hard up against him. With the faint whisper of a smirk you pretended not to feel his semi graze against your butt several times. Max was possibly the most libidinous man you had ever met. He was always ready to go, anytime, anywhere. He was like a horny teenager. It rather amused you how hot for you he was. But as you nodded off you weren’t dreaming of all of the ways Max could make you moan. You weren’t dreaming of him above you or between your thighs. No. As your eyes closed and breathing laboured your regular scheduled fantasy showed up right on time. The feeling of his big, veiny hands slowly winding around your little waist made your breath catch in your throat. You could practically feel the stubble burn of his beard against your soft thigh as he inched closer and closer to where you needed him the most. A small, stifled huff fled passed your parted lips as the desire to be left with a stinging reminder of him upon your flesh gripped hold of you. Even asleep you could feel the twisting, grappling, burning way down deep in the pit of your stomach for him. Daniel. You could envision him staring up as you, taunting you from between the apex of your thighs. Smugness written all over his face. Blood rushed between your legs at the thought of it and even in slumber you couldn’t hold back your soft moan. The thought of his perfect dreamy lips, his silky wet tongue, his hot breath against the most intimate part of you sent a shudder all across your body. Another moan followed and you felt a pair of lips caress your naked shoulder. You so desperately wanted your dream to have turned into reality that you were startled by the voice that came from the lips still attached to your skin.

“Having a dirty dream about me?” Max (sounding delighted in the possibility) purred lowly. He ripped you from your own imagination. Pulled you back from having hallucinations of Daniel’s tongue against your slick folds. You didn’t want to expose yourself that you were thinking carnal thoughts about another man - one that he was such close friends with - and you sure as hell didn’t want to have sex with him after you were pulled out of a sleep induced, orgasm hunt. So when you felt his hand run across the skinny elastic of your panties you grabbed hold of it and flipped on to your back to look at him. “Chris Evans, actually.” And Max laughed. “That’s not fair. I can’t compete with him.” You smirked knowing how well you had played it and that you had covered your filthy little fantasy about Daniel well enough your boyfriend bought your rouse.

But the incredible image of Daniel looking up at you with hungry, devilish eyes - and an even hungrier, waiting mouth - never left your mind.

Find Part 2 Here

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[bahrtofane]

here we go again - pt.2

pt.1, pt.3

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again. but, a familair face is here to save the day

word count - 2.2k+

watch it - jude is still an ass sorrehhh. angsy angst and more angst ! ur welcome

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You don't know where the hell you are, what time it is. A few more minutes you're going to forget your own name and start screaming to feel something other than misery. So  much for the holiday of love. You are feeling so much love you could jump out of a plane. With no parachute. And land on a pile of rocks. 

You kick a trash can out of frustration and groan at the impact it gives your poor exposed and suffering toes. 

You can not believe the events of today. Everything keeps replaying over and over like a broken projector. The fact that he got you to dress up in your favorite special occasion floor length dress just to have it drag across the grimy dirty fucking disgusting club floor. Oh god you want him dead. 

You're deep into Birmingham nightlife by the time your senses come back to you enough to fish your phone out of your bag. The bag is a birthday gift from your mother of all people forced to be seen among that bunch of people,it makes you seeth. 

You should have known taking you to Birmingham wasn't a good idea. It made no sense in your head, why fly from Madrid to god damn Birmingham. You both live and work in Madrid? Your sweet naive mind thought he came up with something unique, something sweet. 

You groan the second your phone turns on. One too many notifications to keep up with and by the looks of it they aren't stopping anytime soon. Twitter is blowing up, you already know what it is. A bunch of low quality pixels of you entering with him and looking lost with a bunch of tacky headlines. You'll get that settled when you get home. You go to order an uber, but your phone manages to die on you miraculously. How lucky. All the times you spent trying to get a hold of Jude really drained the battery. You clench your jaw. 

Good god. You shove your phone back in your purse and keep stomping through birmingham. Shivering with each step. You didn't bring a jacket, how foolish.

You try to follow streets you think you know, but it's not going very well. There aren't very many people this far out. Leave it to fucking Jude to take you to the worlds more obscure club location. It's been about an hour since you left him at the club you think. An hour of walking through alley ways and neighborhoods that only raise the hair on the back of your neck. He couldn't even get you a ride home?

You think the last person you saw was a nurse chucking coffee at a bus station, the bus that you tried to catch but it sped away faster than your aching legs could take you. Better night than yours you're sure. You wander about trying to find at least a store open to be able to call for a taxi. 

You hear the crunch of slowing tires come up behind you, and you instantly quicken up your pace. You almost swear you hear your name shouted, but you don't stop. The second time, it's a little too clear to be mistaken for anyone else's name as the car comes to a crawl side by side to you. 

You turn on your heel harshly, “why in god's name-“ your voice dies the moment you recognize the familiar car model, and its driver. Trent. Oh.

“Get in the car." he dead pans, windows rolled at the way down, door already unlocked for you.

You wrinkle your nose, “I don't want to talk trent." 

The very last thing you need is that sorry excuse of a man to send his friend of all people to run after you and do his bidding where he fell short just hours before. This is so embarrassing it only makes you wish his car would explode. And then drive it into the club. While it's on fire. 

“I'm not letting you roam around these parts at this time, just get in." he sighs. 

You scowl, "he’s low for sending you to change my mind, after this whole fucking night why cant you leave me alone."

He gives you a look, “this has nothing to do with him, this is me. Worried for you. “

“Fuck off." you spit. 

“You’re so hard headed, just get in the damn car before someone robs you. Or worse." 

"How'd you even know I was here?" you squint at him. 

he sighs, rubbing his eyes, "i still have your location from when i picked you up for his birthday. And I heard about everything from just about everyone. "

"You have nothing else to do on valentines day?" you jab. 

He stays silent, hands wringing the steering wheel. You notice he's in what looks like pjs, Liverpool jacket thrown on top. He drove all this way for you?

You swallow your pride for a moment, hiking up your dress while you duck inside the car. Sighing in relief as the pressure is taken off your aching legs. Snapping your seatbelt over you, swinging your purse over your head and gently setting it on your lap, wiping away the tears that blur your vision. 

Your rage has turned into a simmer for now. The main goal at the moment is to just get out of these clothes and sleep till you forget what year it is. 

Trent is quiet while he lets you get comfortable, rolling up his windows backup and locking the doors. You've never sat passenger in his car before. Hell you haven't seen him in months.

“Did he touch you." he asks, turning the heater on higher.

You put your hand out in front of where the hot air blows oh so nice on your frozen hands,“What?”

“You have a bruise on the back of your arm. Did he do that? “

“No.” you sigh. 

he turns to face you, brows furrowed,“i need to know if he did. “ 

“He didn’t trent, i'm alright.'' your voice softens.

he nods, hands resting on the wheel,“where do you need to go? “

“Just take me to my hotel please."

He nods, handing you his phones to put the directions in. You watch as he takes the car out of park, making a u turn and heading out of whatever bizarre neighborhood you're in, back into the city. And  soon the freeway. Birmingham flashes by you and you try to forget the man that sits like a heavy weight in your mind.

You still wonder why Trent would make the trip all the way out just to pick you up. especially if Jude wasn't involved. You're somewhat close you suppose. The kind where you would call him a friend in a group setting, but not much more. You've spent only a couple of times truly alone. You don't know if you're that close.

 Trent has always been somewhat of a mystery to you. Few appearances and even fewer words. Jude had told you once he was shy, just taking a minute to warm up to new people. He has a habit of staring off into nothing you noticed at Judes birthday party. Always quick to snap out of it the moment eyes were on him. Oh so different from the way he plays. You've seen him now and again in highlights and clips posted on instagram. He's good, but man is he aggressive. You expect it for a defender but the man gets up in everyones space on the pitch.

A complete 180 from the way he can barely look you in the eye now. What is he thinking?

You don't let your curiosity blind you from being at least a little courteous. 

“Thank you, " you mumble, playing with the fabric of your dress, "and sorry for being a bitch.“

“Hey I don’t blame you.” he shrugs. 

You hum and leave it at that. You'll put unraveling Trent on the to do list. 

Your hotel comes into view and you thank him again for the kindness, promising to make it up to him some day. He waves you off, seeing till you're inside to leave. 

Your mind is so blurred you can barely stand anymore, every step only throws you off balance. You need your bed. Asap. Or you will fall over and die.

The hotel's heating is a welcome treat as you beeline for the elevator. The staff give you a strange look but you do NOT. have the time for any of that. Right now all you care about is getting in bed. Can this elevator hurry up? It finally comes and you lean against the metal walls when you step inside, sliding your purse lazily over you.

You all but tear your clothes off the second you make it inside your room, in a rush, wiping your makeup off while you undo your shoes, hobbling around with one foot while you dig for your pajamas. You end the night with a trip to the bathroom. Skipping on your usual night routine and just settling for a quick shower and brush of the teeth. 

Hotel covers have never felt better, warmer, safer. 

In the quiet of the room and the hum of the ac, you can't but let your thoughts consume you. Can't help but circle back to him. Why?

Why weren't you enough? Why did it have to end in fucking flames on whats supposed to be the most romantic love filled day of the year. 

You think back of every moment and piece of you shared with Jude. You remember the first time you kissed you, under the stands at his first madrid home game, clutching onto his jersey like a lifeline. He looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. Gently holding your hand all the way back inside the building. Mumbling confessions and making you smile with every cheesy pick up line.

That jude is gone now, instead replaced by the man who you have to fight for even a second with. But are expected to drop all for. A selfish bitter man. 

It doesn't matter anymore. It's over, you can rest now and deal with the inevitable fall out as it comes. You know you're more than enough, but with the way you let yourself be treated it's hard to let yourself believe that. 

Never again though. From now, you're swearing off footballers. 

—--

You wake up as early as you can manage, getting all your things together and booking a flight out of here as soon as possible. You need to get back to madrid.

Your headache is massive as you shove the last of your things in your suitcase. You can't believe you took days off for this. Nonetheless, you need to get back. You have a team to get back to and plenty of work to get done. Real Madrid's creative department never rests does it.

Your phone has a slew of missed calls, mainly from Jude but you see a few from Trent, rather recent ones. You give him a call back but it all goes to voicemail.

The key card jams while you're locking it for the last time, it takes a hit from your hand to get the scanner working but you make it out in one piece. Smoothing your clothes down and making your way to the lobby. Sitting down for a few minutes while you confirm your flight details and triple check that you haven't forgotten anything. You hear your name and are greeted again by Trent, who's all but spriting to you. It's a little early for him to be here now isn't it. 

“Can I help you ?” 

“I'm sorry I tried calling and I couldn't answer when you called. Judes outside waiting for you. he-“

So last night really was all just a ploy from Judes end? You try to get up and far far away from him, but he stands in front of you. 

“Listen.  He told me to come and get you out there so you can talk to him and to not tell you. But obviously, I'm not. i’ll tell him you're not here yeah? Take care.”

Trent doesn't leave you with anything else, leaving in the other direction. You take this as a sign to leave while you can, grabbing one of the many taxis outside to the airport. 

—--

Trent gives Jude a scowl, “She's not there Jude, give it up. “

“I can't just lose her. “ Jude sighs, furiously typing on his phone. 

Trent rolls his yees, patience wearing thin,“You’re fucked in the head you know that? After all you’ve done to her, you still want her to come running back?”

Silence. 

“I care about you Jude I really do. But you left her walking around at 3 am with a dead phone in the middle of alleyways dude. That's not okay. “

—--

The airport has never felt lonelier, but you swallow the lump in your throat, boarding your flight home and trying to forget the man that you've come to associate it with. Madrid will be a hard place to move on in, when its walls shine with its star boy. Its halls all but cheering his name. Every corner you're bound to be reminded of him. You can do it, one way or another you won't let yourself be miserable. 

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[igotanidea]

Lesson one - Xbox and helmet

(Dick Grayson x reader)

Summary/request: Dick teaching reader how to drive (or how to not drive XD )

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“Oh come on! You let Kori drive your car!”

“That’s not the word I would use since she stole-“

„tomayto, tomahto!”

„Y/N…”

„Do not Y/N me! She did drive your car!”

“Well sorry to break it to you sunshine but-“

“Do not say that!”

“Kori actually knows how to drive”

“Richard John Grayson!!”

“What?! It’s true! She can!”

“And I’m your girlfriend!”

“So what, that’s an argument for everything now?”

“YES!!”

“Y/N….”

She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, turning back to him. If the most important argument of being in a relationship did not work on him, Y/N was more than ready to give him cold shoulder, quiet days and ignorance just to get her way. Maybe it wasn’t mature but this method proved to be effective in the past, cause her beloved Dickie could not go without her hugs and kisses for more then couple hours.

“Come on, sunshine, do not get all moody. You know I hate it when you’re mad at me…” he whispered moving closer and wrapping arms around her from behind, nuzzling into her hair and neck, planting a little kiss on her cheek.

“I’m not mad at you…” she muttered leaning on his chest, enjoying the comfort his embrace brought her. “I’m mad at myself…..” her exasperated sigh was quite a surprise given the fact she was not so open lately.

“At yourself? Why?” Dick spun her around in his arms, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead, observing her with the intensity that was supposed to read her mind.  

“Cause I’m way behind….”

“Way behind? I don’t—Oh….” The realization dawned on him.

“Yeah… exactly….”

“Sunshine, there’s nothing wrong with-“

“Guilt, intrusive thoughts, frustration, fear-“

“What?” he frowned in confusion of the nouns coming out her mouth, not making any sense.

“That’s everything that’s wrong with not getting a driver’s license in time.”

“And terrorizing your boyfriend to drive his arm and leg expensive porsche. I’d rather have you on the passenger seat where you're able to give me that little kisses of yours while driving”. he grinned and she rolled her eyes. “Ok, you know, how about we take it down a notch. There’s no need to go fast and furious on the first lesson. We can use that old ford for now, how about that?���

“You kidding me now? It’s not even about me, but I can’t imagine you getting inside the car that’s lower than S class.”

“Yeah, see how much sacrifice I make for you?”

***

It was almost impossible to focus on the gears and pedals and steering wheel and all the rules and road signs, while having Dick on the passenger seat.

Generally speaking, in any other circumstances, it wouldn’t even be funny, rather pressuring, but seeing him barely fitting in the little space, with knees right below his chin, folded in a way only an acrobat could, but one that definitely wasn’t comfortable….?

Hilarious.

And dangerously distracting.

Which became obviously obvious to both of them when Y/N almost took a wrong turn and hit the highroad.

“NO!” Dick yelled lunging at the steering wheel miraculously saving them from a dumb death under the wheels of a truck, but not from the loud sound of horn and lavatorial gesture send their way. “Y/N! What the-? Don’t close your eyes, you’re the driver for God’s sake! Y/N!”

“Sorry!” she squealed letting go off the wheel completely losing her cool.

“If I’m dying I want to go down in some spectacular way not in a car accident!”

“I’m sorry!” she squealed again. “Not my fault you’re a bad instructor!”

Dick perked up his ears, send her a terrifyingly teasing smirk and made a few sharp turns and twist, in a absolutely not-showing off way, getting them back to the parking lot where they started lesson one.

Falling back on his seat with a self-satisfaction expression, brushing one hand over the other, waiting for her reaction.

He didn’t expect the silence.

“Y/N…?” with a  few more acrobatic twist he turned to look at her face.

“I’m fine—” she stuttered, despite the pale face and widened eyes that actually brought some guilt into him.

“Hey…” he squeezed her hand in a reassuring gesture “I think your first lesson turned to be quite successful. We both survived.”

“Thanks to your instincts, not my skills.”

“Well-“ Dick searched for the right words “at least you know that as long as I’m with you, you can always feel safe. Which obviously makes me the best instructor you could ever wish for, right?” he pecked her lips quickly before leaving the car, circling it and opening the door for her, offering a hand like a real gentleman.”

“What are you doing, Dick?” Y/N unfastened her seatbelt putting both feet on the ground “I can leave this diabolical invention by myself.”

“Sure. But imagine- after having done your license – pulling out in a fancy car at one of Bruce’s party, dressed in an expensive, exclusive dress, all eyes on you as your handsome boyfriend escort you to the door. I’m only giving you a foretaste of the feeling.”

“On the empty parking lot in a shabby ten year old ford?!”

“Precisely. You need to anchor in that image to help you motivate. We’ll build from it. I promise to help you, ok?”

“Cause you want to keep an eye on me or the other road traffic participants?”

“It would be a bit embarrassing if I had to detain my own girlfriend for a road offence, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re not a police officer!”

“I’m a detective, it’s pretty much the same, besides if I see someone drive in a zigzag pattern, raising some suspicions about the driver's condition –“ Dick shrugged innocently pulling her to her feet and holding close to his chest “it’s my civilian duty to prevent any harm from happening.”

“Civilian duty?”

“Yeah, that’s why on your second lesson we’ll be doing theory rather than practice. I’ll even buy that fancy expensive Xbox F1 simulator I had my eyes on for a while….” His eyes became a little blurry and voice drifted off “but it’s all just for learning purposes. All for you. Not for me, I’m selfless!”

“Of course you are Dickie.” She chuckled “absolutely selfless “but if you’re investing in my knowledge in the form a console game, I’ll invest in your safety and purchase a helmet just for you.”

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[eurotrip]

"The Miracle"

It’s the Untold story of how a Mexican mechanic saved Ferrari.

In 1950, the Pan American Race emerged. One of the most demanding endurance races in history that tested the best cars and the most experienced and daring drivers of the time.

Umberto Maglioli in his Ferrari 375 Plus was leading the fourth and final stage of the race. Shortly before finishing stage four, his car began to fail. His Ferrari 375 Plus had an oil leak through a hole in the carter.

In the middle of nowhere and without a spare part for this vital part of the car, hopes of finishing the race were practically nil.

On the fifth leg of the race and when the car was practically about to stop working, Umberto Maglioli made a stop in the middle of the road when he saw a small workshop called “El Milagro”.

Maglioli was received by Renato Martinez who was the owner and sole mechanic of the workshop in the middle of nowhere. Renato Martinez confirmed to Maglioli that it was in fact an oil leak in the crankcase and that he had a "creative" solution to repair it in moments. At least to be able to finish their journey.

Renato Martinez caught a bucket and a big bar of soap. He also took three small bottles of Coca-Cola and gave them to Maglioli saying, "While you drink this Coke I will repair your car."

An Unbeliever Maglioli could only sit, drink the coke and wait for a miracle. Meanwhile, Renato Martinez dismantled the Ferrari and using the bar of soap began to gradually rub the carter with it. By friction the soap melted and created a paste that sealed the leak hole. Soap "cuts" the oil and adheres to the metal in the crankcase and when solidified it became hard as a rock.

Amazed, Maglioli thanked Renato and pulled out of Ferrari a small Roliflex camera which he used to capture that miraculous moment. Workshop "El Milagro" and Renato next to the Ferrari 375 Plus under repair were immortalized.

Umberto Maglioli in his Ferrari 375 Plus, finished the fifth stage of the race in first place and changed Ferrari history forever.

While Ferrari was a well-known car in Europe, it wasn’t in America and the brand was far from being an economically viable business. Ferrari desperately needed to prove to America that their cars were superior, fast and reliable. Winning the race would bring them recognition and with its sales in the United States, which would help them save the brand from bankruptcy.

Some time later, Renato Martinez received by mail the printed photograph Maglioli had taken of that moment. The photograph was signed:

"To my friend Renato M. From Umberto Maglioli. "

The photograph came along with a letter thanking Renato and said: "Renato, The Mexican Miracle that helped Ferrari."

That letter was signed by a man named Enzo Ferrari.

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[adoptayansavealife]

(Broke) Yandere Profile: Introduction　

Jebediah

TW: stalking, violence

Yandere Type

Mental Clarity: Lucid

Jebediah is completely aware of your flaws. He sees them clearly and loves them all the same. He doesn't think of you as some kind of god or higher being. He very much sees you as an equal. Although this does have its limitations, especially when it comes to matters of intelligence or what he thinks is good for you.

As he isn't completely delusional, Jebediah is aware that his actions are possibly maybe a tad bit morally wrong and also illegal. However, legality does little to deter him. He just knows that if he doesn't get caught, he'll be fine.

He also knows that the police rarely take stalking allegations seriously without proof and he will absolutely use that to his advantage.

Method: Stalking

Jebediah full on quit his internship so that he could... check on you more. He's not delusional - he knows you're not really in danger or need his protection. No, he does it because he just likes, well, watching you. At work. At the grocery store. At the gym. And making sure other men don't get close to you.

He literally follows you everywhere in his beater car. Much to his chagrin, his car is not only very old and clunky, but also very loud. It is the opposite of sneaky and also super lame in his opinion. He will try to hide his car from you out of shame.

He hid a tracking device under the seat of your car and in the seams of your favorite backpack/purse/fanny pack. Also, in your phone, just because it was fairly easy to do.

Jebediah actually did this very soon after meeting you for the first time.

It took him a little longer to take the step to install cameras in your house when you weren't home and tap into the security camera systems at your work. A few weeks maybe. He's definitely the fall hard and fast type.

Trait: Broke

Now, let's be honest here, hidden cameras and tracking devices are NOT cheap.

He actually had a nice-ish car originally. However, he was following you home one day and you slammed on your brakes to avoid hitting a deer and he would rather die than hit and potentially kill you, so he swerved off the road and totaled his car.

Jebediah thought it was really sweet when you ran off the road to where his car had crashed to make sure he was okay. However, Jebediah refused to have you two 'officially' meet like that. After all, that would make him look 1) desperate and 2) like a horrible driver. So, after crashing into the ditch and miraculously not suffering any injuries, he knew he just had to book it before his benevolent darling began frantically searching for him. He waited for the cops to tell you to leave before coming out and telling the officers that he thought the car was going to blow up and ran to safety.

However, he quickly realized that the cost to repair his car was wayyy out of his budget. He didn't have an income coming in anymore and he was burning through savings. Those cameras and trackers were expensive after all, and his bank account was paying the price (literally). Moreso, because he followed you so much, he pretty much had to decide between takeout and starving.

Also, it didn't help that he was paying your rent. He just told the landlord that he was an uncle of yours who was taking care of his favorite niece, which worked somehow.

So, he found a lemon car on Craigslist for like 1200 dollars. The seat belt doesn't work, there are no airbags, the passenger window only rolls up 3/4 of the way, and the speedometer's stuck at 40 mph.

He barely keeps it running with pure willpower.

Jebediah's house isn't much better. It's really just a single room he's renting in a communal house that he shares with like five other dudes. A total bachelor pad is absolutely not the kind of place he wants you to know he lives in.

His room consists of a mini fridge, a single dining chair, an air mattress, two blankets, and a deflated pillow. Oh yeah, and a lot of pictures of you that he's stuck on the walls. He's that kind of yandere.

Trait: Voyeur

At first, Jebediah was content with discreetly watching you through cameras and windows. But, as time passed, he began getting...restless.

He's very careful - he knows you're smart. So, he sticks to only sneaking in your house when you're asleep or away.

It's almost depressingly easy to slip in through an open window that you forgot to lock.

At first, Jebediah was ashamed. It was one thing to watch you through cameras, but in person was another thing entirely. But you, you were just too intoxicating to resist. The smell of your clothes and your room, and the way your chest rises and falls so softly. The way you twitch as you dream; it was addicting to watch you sleep. He couldn't look away.

You were just so delicate, so... Vulnerable. You were stupid to leave the window open. Don't you understand how easily someone could slip in and take advantage of you??? You're lucky he's here every night to make sure that doesn't happen. You should honestly be grateful.

Jebediah likes to... check on the house while you're at work. He's got to make sure the cameras are working. And steal your underwear clothes.

It was an impulse the first time, but now it's a routine. After all, he only takes clothes that are already dirty. You never notice them missing from the laundry hamper. And he washes them for you he can barely afford the laundromat btw, because he's a considerate man.

Recently, while you were at work and he was roaming around your apartment, he actually found out that you have an attic. You never use it because it creeps you out and so, it's gone untouched.

Sure, they're spiders and cobwebs but it's pretty much an upgrade from his room. And if he moved in, he wouldn't have to worry about sneaking in anymore or paying rent. I mean he's already paying your rent, so it's practically his place too!

But Jebediah isn't desperate enough to take that step yet. Living in your attic would be pretty much one of the creepiest things he could do, and he is very aware of that. So, he refrains. For now.

Trait: Image-Conscious

As you've probably grasped, Jebediah is very aware and concerned with what his darling thinks of him.

He doesn't show it. He's a very confident person besides matters relating to you and doesn't really care what people think of him. He's satisfied with his intelligence and looks.

However, with you, it's different. He's obsessed with officially meeting you in the most perfect way possible. He wants to make the best impression, so you immediately like him. As such, he's compiling all your likes and dislikes. He's not the kind to change himself for a darling, but he will try to emphasize the likable aspects of himself as much as possible and minimize any flaws he has.

His car, living conditions, and general economic status are all a source of shame for him. In a way, he's very delusional about this. It doesn't matter to him if you are also broke, he's obsessed with the idea of being the ideal man and in his mind, that means he has to have money.

Jebediah knows he could make a lot of money with a job as an electrical engineer, but the thought of leaving you alone, the thought of you meeting someone else makes such a career impossible.

Jealousy Level (6/10)

Jebediah has never been the jealous type. He's had a few partners in the past, but they were never anything more serious than a few dates and a kiss or two. It wasn't that he didn't have people interested in him, he just lacked much of an interest in romance. Until you.

Most yanderes are jealous to a point, and Jebediah is no different.

However, as a lucid yandere, Jebediah isn't fully blinded by jealousy. He is able to recognize who is a threat to your relationship and who isn't. As such, the times he'll act on jealousy are when he actually thinks the man stands a shot. Or when he's feeling insecure. Then his emotions get the best of him, and he'll act irrationally.

Jebediah doesn't mind when you hang out with your friends. He's' glad you have friends that care about you and he enjoys seeing you have fun. Naturally, he'd prefer if you hung out with him, but you haven't met him yet, so he understands that. If they're bad friends however, that's another story.

If a man talks to you, he won't lose his mind and throw him off a cliff. But if a man were to start showing interest in you, much less consider asking you out - then he'd definitely get involved.

Violence Level (6/10)

Take George for instance. He was interested in you, but never had the courage to ask you on a date. George was an average guy with average looks and average intelligence and an average amount of money. Jebediah knew that you'd never date George and that George would never ask you out. So, Jebediah just taught him a lesson and went on his way.

However, Jessie, the egotistical 'playboy' of the friend group who asked you out for coffee - yeah, he needed to die. So, he dragged him behind his car for a mile. He's a careful man of course, so he picked a forest service road where no one would hear him scream.

Everyone say thank you to @22yroldicon for Jebediah's name!

This ended up being really long but oh well what can you do

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[hamiltonaf]

Fender Bender | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Hakimi Sister!Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Angst turns into fluff / Mention of an accident / Enemies to Lovers

A/N: Thank you anon for requesting. Got a bit carried away because I’m really sick. Working on other requests so bare with me, hopefully will be posting again soon. Anywho hope you guys enjoy. Ciao .xoxo

(Y/N/N) - Your Nick Name

Another day, another reason to hate Kylian. I swear the days that Achraf has training or a match, it’s actually a nightmare for me to pick him up and drop him off.

I know it sounds ridiculous that I may be over dramatic but gosh I have a lot of patience and tolerance when it comes to me having to hear Kylian pass unnecessary remarks.

I could easily tell Achraf to get himself a driver but at the same time I don’t want to accept ‘defeat’ to Kylian’s 2 cent comments.

A few times he did say things that hurt me but I didn’t let it get to me, instead I said something twice as worse. It works every time.

I can distinctly remember the day he came over to our house and just so happens that evening I was going out for a girls night. I felt confident and content after quite a while since I don’t go out much. I wore a beautiful red dress that was fitting for our night out. All the happiness in me was drained when I saw Kylian’s face as I was leaving.

“Have you seen Achraf ?” I asked him as I went to grab my car keys. “He’s upstairs” he said as he leaned back on the counter. “Okay well I’m in a hurry, please tell him that I’m gone out and I’ll be back later. Just tell him to text me” I said hurriedly. “Okay I will…but are you trying to hide that you’re going on a date ? I’m surprised someone can actually tolerate you” he said with arrogance. “First of all, it’s none of your business and second of all, that’s pretty rich coming from you” I said lastly as I was just about to head out. “You know you don’t have to be a complete ass to be funny” I lastly said with my back still facing towards him before I slammed the door and left.

It’s been about 2 weeks since that happened and we haven’t spoken since then. A bit dramatic…I know. It’s quite obvious to me that he wants to say something stupid every time he sees me but something is holding him back. His need to be stubborn.

I was on my way to pick up Achraf from training, usually I leave early so I have time to park off and watch them train, especially Kylian. Is it bad timing that I think I caught feelings for him… but we’ll just pretend for now that those feelings don’t exist.

Unfortunately I was stuck in the midst of traffic as peak-hour was nearing. It didn’t bother me because I was used to it by now, as long as I have my playlist blasting, then I’m good to go.

Traffic seemed to have subsided when the cars ahead started speeding up, until the car in front of me hit dead brakes. I slammed on the brakes saving myself from causing an accident, but it went downhill when I heard tyres screeching and was hit so hard that I had whiplash. My head hit the dashboard with a hard thud as my car had unfortunately knocked into the one in front of me.

The pain immediately hit my head and I could feel a migraine incoming. Squeezing my eyes shut in hopes that it will miraculously help with the pain, it didn’t. I sat up and rubbed at my forehead before jumping out of the car. The middle aged man came rushing over to me, “Oh my god I’m so so sorry, are you okay ?” He asked worried. “No I’m not okay ! What were you thinking ?” I yelled. “Ma’am you were the one at fault, you suddenly slammed your breaks” he argued. “Excuse me ? What speed were you doing when we’re currently in peak our traffic ?” I yelled again. A middle aged woman joined our conversation, she was the one who got him by me. Thankfully she was siding with me and in a way she helped me cool down since I got hotheaded. I mean can you even blame me if this man ruined my afternoon and now I’m the one who has to endure the pain.

Luckily nothing happened to either of them, since I was sandwiched between both cars then I had to suffer. I ended up getting lost in the time phoning my mum and insurance that it didn’t occur to me that Achraf is done with training. It wasn’t until his name flashed on my screen and I felt like slapping my forehead, but I was already in enough pain.

“Heyy (Y/N/N) ! Where are you ? Normally you’re here quite early” he said. “Hey ! Uhh yeah about that… I met in an accident so I can’t make it” I said as I shut my eyes to erase the image of how upset Achraf is gonna be.

“Say what now ? You met in an accident !” He yelled on the other side. “Don’t stress, I’m okay. I thought mum would’ve called” I held back a laugh. “She did, I have like 5 missed calls from her and like 10 messages but I was more concerned why you weren’t here. Are you sure you’re okay ? I don’t think you are” he said worried. “I’m fine, really” I tried to ease his mind from stressing. “Please send me your location and send me pictures of the accident. I’m coming to you right now with Kylian” he ordered. Damn it. “I’m telling you to chill out because it’s-“ I argued. “Shut up please, gosh why are you so stubborn. Send me your location. Bye” he said lastly as he ended the call. I shook my head as I texted him my location.

I exchanged details with both drivers and we patiently waited till someone came over to fetch us. Of course my brother comes first and he’s here within 5 minutes. “Oh my god” Achraf said in shock as he took a quick glance at the car. “Are you okay ? Look at your forehead ! It’s red and looks like it’s swelling up !” He argued. “And you said you were okay” he mocked. Kylian came up from behind him and looked at me in shock. Do I look that bad ?

“Yes” “No” both of them said at the same time. Damn did I speak out loud ? “Why are we still standing here, we need to go to the hospital !” Achraf said. “But what about the car ?” I pouted. As if on queue, someone arrived to tow my car. Both Kylian and Achraf pulled me by my arms into the car, seating me in between them. “You guys are being so dramatic gosh” I rolled my eyes. “Have you taken a look in the mirror ?” Achraf raised a brow. “Uhm no. Should I ?” I asked concerned. “No no, you rather not” Kylian said from beside me. “It can’t be that bad” I scoffed as I opened my front camera.

My smile dropped and so did my heart when I saw the redness on my forehead as well as the slight swelling. My emotions took over as the tears welled up in my eyes and I burst out crying. “Oh my god I look terrible !” I sobbed. “(Y/N/N) stop crying. You’ll be fine and the swelling will be gone by tomorrow” Achraf said as he rubbed my back. “Don’t cry please” Kylian said as he pulled me in for a hug and rubbed my arm to try to calm me down. It actually helped.

As we reached the hospital, I was taken straight to the ER. I thought I was going alone to see the doctor but no. Kylian decided to join me since Achraf was sorting out the paper work and was keeping our mum updated. After the doctor consulted me, he prescribed me some medication and gave me an ice pack for now to quickly ease the swelling. Once he left the room, it was just Kylian and I. Pure silence - comforting but not awkward.

He walked from across the room to stand in front of me, I had no choice but to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry” he sighed. “For ?” I furrowed my brows. “For saying something so stupid the other day. It was meant to be a joke and I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings” he pouted. “It’s okay. I’m also sorry for snapping at you” I pursed my lips. “Don’t apologise, I deserved it” he half laughed. “Yeah you kinda did” I smiled. “I have to admit…these past 2 weeks have been terrible” he said as he took a seat next to me. “And why’s that ?” I asked. “Because I haven’t been talking to you… I know we play fight a lot but please don’t deny that deep down you feel something too. I missed your voice, I missed your smile, your laugh and especially seeing you angry”

“I hate to admit, but I feel the same way” I smiled. “Wait really ?” He said in shock. I nodded my head in reassurance. “That made my day…I’m sorry for the bad timing to drop this news to you. I swear I’ll make it up to you mon amour” he smiled as he then kissed my forehead. “Ky, my head is already buzzing from this accident. I can’t get butterflies too” I tried to not grin. “It’s okay, I’ll make the butterflies overpower the headache” he said as then peppered kisses all over my face.

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[morgansunflower]

I saw your story about male Talia and Bruce's sister, I just loved it. If your requests are open I would like to ask for Ra's Al Ghul and Bruce's older sister (or any of Bruce's family members)

Would You Even Dare

Ra's al Ghul X Wayne! Reader

Bruce Wayne X Aunt! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst, guns, child kidnapping, and injury

Words:1492

Arthur's notes! Hardly anything canon about Ra's is true in the story. Ra's didn't try to kill Tim. Ra's is a good father/grandfather. He doesn't lead the league of assassin's.. At least not anymore. Older Reader 50s to early 60s. She is Thomas Wayne's sister!.. Also Athanasia is in the story. Quote from Mentalist show.

Y/N reunites with a old friend hoping he will help her.

In all the many centuries Ra's had lived through. He did not wish to live another 100 years, nor even a day without her beside him. He for the first time considered letting age take his life, with her right beside him.

Deep inside he was infected with a wound deep within his heart that not even the Lazarus could heal. What pains the former assassin, was that he truly ached to be with her. Though it was better that he be alone.. As those who are close to him are the ones who become hurt.

Ra's left the league of assassin's to his only son Dusan much to his son's shock. He would have a long time ago if only for the reason to not allow such a heavy burden.

Thousands of miles away Y/N Wayne was thinking of her precious grandniece whom had disappeared 3 years ago.

Y/N closes her eyes remembering being taken by Slade. While there she saw, a young girl with him. She looked to be the age as her niece would be by now. Her face was concealed but her voice.. Her hair.. It was a Wayne trait. It was her father's hair.. Y/N's nephews hair.

She was ruthless but it seemed by Slade's orders as she could see the young girl did harbor sympathy for her. Slade did not allow them much time together if at all.

Perhaps it was a, young girl he found and chose to use her for his bidding. Though her heart seemed to say it was indeed her.

She still was afraid it was her heart hoping too much but what if it is? Slade is certainly capable of doing such a terrible thing. Especially if it brought torture unto the al Ghul's and the Wayne's.

Using a yacht she sits in the drivers seat programing it to Ra'sh al Ghul's location. He had only told Talia and Y/N only for the reason for emergency. She sits on the seat thinking back to a, old memory as the anticipation to see him was consuming her.

~

Y/N hadn't heard from her nephew in over 3 months. She was growing worried. She left Gotham to investigate where her nephew had gone. She knew he was planning to make major changes to Gotham. For that reason she was truly terrified he would meet the same fate as her brother and his wife.....

Eventually she found evidence he went to a hidden place within the vast wilderness. In a ancient city located in the Himalayas. She knew of whom was there...

Y/N entered into the fortress courtesy of the assassin's after she said the coded word, Ra's told her many years prior. Ra's al Ghul stepped forth to see his dear friend.

His eyes saw her beauty but his heart went to many years ago to her saving his own life after a bombing from an attack. One of his many enemies found his safe house and tried to kill him. Y/N was with a, team of spies investigating the, same enemies as the ones who attempted to kill Ra's. They assisted in finding survivors. All were dead but miraculously she found the wounded assassin and nursed him back to health.

"Ms Wayne" he greets

"Ra's al Ghul" she greeted to the widower "you know why I'm here"

"your nephew came to me. Given his relation to you. I thought it wise not to confine my knowledge to ensure he is not another Wayne to be buried"

She softly smiled "I suppose we are even now"

"never are, we to be even Ms Wayne"

She sweetly smiled "I suppose I should leave before he sees me. Please don't tell him I was here"

"I will utter no such thing of your concern for him. Safe travels my friend" he gently smiled

~

"we need to talk" she first said to Ra's who was standing in the sand

"what do you want?" he coldly said though his heart was, warm to have her in his presence, however.. He could not allow her inside...

"I deserve better than that Ra's!" she accused him

She truly did and it was tournament not treating her with the kindness she deserves. He grunted stepping to her, her arms folded glaring up to him. She was still so beautiful when she was angry at him. He then steps to his hut. She quickly followed after him.

"that's it?! You're not going to say anything? You're not at all curious nor care as to why I've come?"

The two step inside as she slammed the door behind her.

"you are waisting your time if you believe there is anything to flourish between us" he said with his heart breaking

"this isn't about us Ra's.." she snapped back

"then why?" he asked now realizing that she was truly worried.

"it's about Athanasia"

"tell me everything"

.....

Ra's and Y/N left with their gear. The two resided in a safe-house nearest to the place of which she was captured. The two barely spoke to each other unless it was regarding Athanasia.

"we should lay low and start fresh tomorrow. I can sleep on the couch. You may have the bed" he said in a blunt tone

"the great Ra's al Ghul sleeping on a couch that is sight I'd never thought I'd see" she chuckled, to which he rolled his eyes. She tried to hold her words inside but fails "why didn't you stay?"

He sighed "I believed it was for the best"

"it wasn't.." she sighed stuttering unable to hold her emotions inside especially in his presence that made her feel safe enough to "you weren't there Ra's! I'm so angry at you! I'm angry you left me and I... I wanted, needed you"

He only remains silent in his guilt Y/N turned away to hide her tears. Ra's stepped softly touching her shoulders. He only moved forward because she leaned into his touch. He kisses her neck snacking his arm across her folded arms with his other across her waist.

"my intentions were to keep you safe from my enemies. I did not intend to hurt you. I blamed myself for your pain. I was.. Frightened Y/N. If for all of my many years of living had made any purpose. It was you. You have made each century worth living.. I have only fallen more deeply and fondly for you"

.....

Ra's dealt with Slade as Y/N departs to look for Athanasia. Y/N senses a presence. She turned in a cautioned manner. She sees her.

"give me a good reason why I should not shoot you!!" she threatened her gun aiming to the older woman.

"Athanasia" she calmly said now seeing her face.. It was truly her.

"that's not who I am! Stop moving!!"

"you are safe, you are loved-" she stammered as a, heart wrenching shout from her niece came back

"stop it!" she shouts her hand shaking with the gun in her hand

She steps close to the young girl "and you are wise"

"get away from me!" her voice shouted but her heart took control as she drops the gun.

Athanasia let out a heartbroken cry as she is embraced.. She was free from the mind-controlling poison Slade had taken from Ivy. She clings to her tightly sobbing. All her past memories she believed were comforting illusions.. She knew were real.

With Slade taken care of. Ra's hears familiar crying from his granddaughter. He runs to find her in embrace. He softly smiled to them.

"let's go home" he said as they part.

"grandfather?" she mumbled taken aback

"hello my dear" he greets

Athanasia was welcomed with warm and tearful hugs by her, family. Ra's held Y/N's hand standing from afar. He feels comfort, he feels peace.

"I think I may consider a early retirement" she casually said

"would you consider residing with me?" he offered

"is that a, proposal Ra'sy?" she asked intrigued

"would you dare even consider?" he smiled softly to her.

"would you even dare ask?"

3 years later....

In the late night. On the eve of Mrs al-Ghul's birthday. A group of vigilantes sneak onto the couples private island.

"shhh you'll break our cover!" Damian accused Stephanie has she had just tripped over a log.

"little brother is right. This is a covert operation" Athanasia said in her pink pajamas while her baby brother wore his green pajamas.

"sorry" she whispers, wishing her purple bunny slippers had more protection.

"it's a sleepover guys not a, stake out" Jason scoffed, holding his pillow "besides Gramps already knows we're coming"

"still she raised Batman himself" Dick added in defense to the twins, in his bright blue pajamas.

"quiet" Bruce grunts wearing his own pajamas and robe.

Ra's kisses his sleeping wife's lips. He hears soft footsteps in their living room inside their home and smiles to himself. They're all here.

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[flowerbarrel-art]

Second sat hunched in bed, miserably covering his ears as the painfully loud music continued to make the floor vibrate.

He loved his friends. They’d been on adventure after adventure together, always coming out okay no matter how bad things got.

Together they’d beaten countless Mobs in insane situations and had always found their way back to each other no matter what.

They’d even saved Minecraft from being destroyed just in the nick of time a couple months ago, and Second was relieved that things were back to normal.

But tonight, when all he wanted to do was sleep, he couldn’t help but feel like going on a rampage across the desktop.

Second took in a deep breath, then let it out in a long, aggrieved sigh.

He trudged over and looked out the window, expecting to see his friends using Noteblocks for a music battle, or possibly even playing in their band with the chicken on lead guitar again.

Instead he saw rainbow flashing lights and Green at a turntable while Red and Yellow eagerly cheered on a breakdancing Blue.

Second groaned despairingly and slid down the wall, lightly banging his head against it. They weren’t even using anything from Minecraft and they’d still found a way to keep him up.

Oh, please, Alan…make them stop. Please hear this and get on the computer and make them stop! Please, please, please!

Second trudged back to his bed, hunching over while hoping the music would miraculously stop.

But as the minutes passed, the music kept blaring, the floor kept shaking and the lights kept flashing.

Red to orange to yellow to green to blue to purple…

Second jolted up.

Purple! He said we could come visit…

As soon as relief swept through him, he realized it was too late to visit now. He was desperate, but he knew he couldn’t bother them now unless the desktop was on fire.

The painting above his bed slipped from the wall and clattered to the floor.

Second sank onto his bed, then curled up, covering his head with both arms in a desperate attempt to block out the music.

Eventually he realized the music had stopped, and checked the time: six AM.

He groaned as he heard note blocks playing. He and Alan were working today, and he wasn’t going to get any sleep here.

Second snatched a pencil and paper from his bedside table and hurriedly wrote a message. Once finished he stomped out and slapped the paper to his door, not waiting to see if the tape stuck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Second stepped out from the Wi-Fi portal and let out a long sigh.

He wasn’t used to the city noise, and jumped as a bus rolled towards a nearby bus stop, but the ringing in his ears was already starting to fade.

Second quickly checked his phone, then ran up to the line of Sticks waiting for the bus. He pulled out the fare Purple had sent him, and gave it to the driver before hurrying to find a seat.

The bus lurched and drove off, and Second bounced his feet the whole way, anxiously checking his phone and the screen showing the next stop.

Finally, the bus slowed, and Second checked the stop name, then hopped up the moment the doors opened. He quickly disembarked and followed the directions in Purple’s text.

About ten minutes later he was walking down a dusty road lined with houses. Green hills stretched off into the distance, and birds chirped from the tall trees.

Second glanced one last time at Purple’s text, then up, and spotted a house off to his left with the correct number on the mailbox.

Sighing in relief, he rushed towards the house, quickly jumping up the stairs and knocking on the door.

Then he winced.

In his haste to escape the desktop, and in his sleepy state, he hadn’t let King or Purple know he was coming.

Before he could make the decision to run, the front door opened.

King looked sternly down at him at first, but then his eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Uh…hi!” Second offered with an awkward wave. “I…I know I didn’t ask first, and it’s early, but…”

Second glanced past King to see Purple picking up a box.

“We were up anyway,” King said. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Second mumbled. “Well…nothing bad happened. It’s just…I can’t sleep.”

King frowned, looking a tad puzzled.

“I was trying to sleep last night and Green started a rave on the desktop…” Second explained hurriedly, “and…could I sleep here until I have to work, please?”

“What happened?” Purple asked, rushing up to the front door.

“Green started a dance party last night and I got zero sleep,” Second muttered.

“Oh, okay,” Purple said. “So how’s he doing?”

“Just fine,” Second grumbled. “His career as a DJ’s really taking off.”

“Alright,” King said. “Come on in.”

“Thanks,” Second whimpered in relief, slumping. “I’ll sleep anywhere, even on the floor.”

“Uh…no,” King said, gesturing to the couch. “There’s a guest room, but it’s not made up yet.”

Second trudged over to the couch and collapsed onto it, immediately curling up and closing his eyes.

“Could you wake me up at one?” Second mumbled.

“Sure,” Purple said. “So does Green usually make a lot of noise?”

Purple set the box down in a closet and came back out with a red blanket.

“They all do,” Second mumbled sleepily as Purple draped the blanket over him. “Thanks, Purple.”

“Was he playing note blocks?” Purple wondered.

“No…” Second yawned. “He rigged Alan’s desktop to…to be a dance floor.”

“Do they always stay up late?” King wondered.

“Yeah,” Second groaned. “If they don’t play late at night it’s early in the morning…or Blue made this potion that made everyone musical geniuses…even the chicken!”

King glanced at Purple; he shook his head and shrugged.

“They do this often?” King asked.

“They don’t play loud music every night,” Second sighed heavily. “Sometimes they just stay up watching movies and that doesn’t bother me. But when they do start playing music, it’s way too loud, and they never stop!”

“Hm,” King said, glancing at Purple.

“You should come visit more,” Purple said. “Just for fun, or just if you need to rest.”

“Really?” Second murmured.

“I don’t mind,” King said. “We should have the guest room ready soon.”

“Is that okay with your Creator though?” Purple asked, glancing over when Second didn’t respond.

“He’s out,” King said.

“That was fast,” Purple remarked, pulling out his phone. “I’ll wake him up later.”

“I’ll start breakfast,” King said, heading to the kitchen. “Pancakes?”

“Yeah!” Purple chimed, then set the table. “I’ll keep cleaning up today. Might even finish the guest room.”

“I’d appreciate that,” King said as he started cooking breakfast. “Second can use whatever he wants from the kitchen if he’s hungry. I’m going to get groceries on the way back from work, so text me a list of things you want.”

Purple glanced towards the couch, where Second was now sprawled out and snoring loudly.

“It’s really okay if he comes to visit more often?” Purple asked.

“It’s fine with me,” King said. “It’ll be good for you to have some company.”

Purple beamed.

“The others too, if they’d like to come,” King said with a little smile. “Just make them promise that they won’t throw wild parties. They do, they’re out.”

“Okay,” Purple laughed.

#Alan Becker #AvA #AvM #Sticks #The Color Gang #Second #Purple #King #AvM Shorts #FlowerBarrel art #this will have a second part

[princess-of-the-corner]

Another scene I have ideas on but nothing written down about is the Cinnabar Identity reveal, but heres what I've mostly settled on.

Cinnabar agrees to reveal him self, but chooses a time and place so the whole time can be there.

Where the team gets there, Cinnabar isn't there but there is enough seats for everyone, along with a projecter in the middle pointed at a wall. Once everyone takes a seat, the lights cut out and the projecter starts playing.

It's a play done by shadow puppets, starting from Cinnabar first met the love of his life, and showing scene thoughout his life, like their marriage, their son growing up, the accicdent that forced her give up her life so the son could live on wait what-

yeah, finally settled on what the accident that started all of this is, and it ended up being a car crash. Drunk driver t-bones the limosine, died on impact and given how fast the driver would have to have been going for that to happen, the limosine got torn in half. Cinnabar and Emile lucky on just being pretty roughed up by the crash while Adrein got short end of the deal as he was implaed by debris. Emile, desperate to save Adrein does the only thing she can think of

"Duusuu, Fan my feathers!"

And she creates 'Another Chance', a sentimonster that acts as Adreins heart. But when she was making it, she poured all her magic into Another Chance, breaking miraculous and herself at that time. The team doesn't fully learn this till later though.

The show countinues with how this lead to Cinnabar becoming Hawkmoth, his battles againest Ladybug and Chat Noir, his "retirement" after Stlye Queen, the decision to take Queen Bee as an apprentice to make her a villain to countinue his work as Hawkmoth and just how much it backfired on him when she ended up making him a hero.

The show ends and the lights come back on, with Cinnabar appearing next the the projector.

"I won't ask for forgiveness because I deserve none, I only for understanding in all the things I've done. Nooroo, ashen wings fall."

GOD everyone is losing their shit with that info

Meanwhile Chat is debating on the funniest way to tell him that every time 'Cinnabar' commented on Chat's daddy issues he was vowing to fistfight himself.

[willexmagic]

hi love darling bestie lil bitch can I get 5, 12, 18, 23 and 30?

hiiiiii slut thanks for the questions!

5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

well obviously you’re getting mlau which i’m now realizing i have very rarely if ever talked about on tumblr so. for those that don’t know i have a miraculous ladybug willex au! here is a bit from chapter 2 to answer this question:

“That’s nice of you.” His father picks up a knife, digging into his vegan sausage.

12. a trope you’re really into right now

unconventional soulmates! i doubt i will ever write a normal soulmates au, it has to be something funky. but my juke oneshot definitely fits this and there might be a willex one in the works

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

this is not published however i have nothing that was saved from published fics so here’s something that was removed from the first draft of mlau

When the driver pulls up in front of the high school, it takes everything in Willie not to just run. He thanks the man before getting out and slowly walking up the steps, ignoring the way he garners attention just by existing in the same vicinity as others. The hushed chattering that surrounds him is too quiet and he can’t quite make out the words, but he knows with the glances shot in his direction that everyone’s talking about him.

23. pick three keywords that describe your writing

extra, dialogue-heavy, silly

30. share a fic you’re especially proud of

right now i’m super proud of my juke oneshot!

send me a fic writer ask!

#asks #thatbitchmabel

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Jade Bloodworth Species: Hunter (Slayer) Occupation: Delivery Driver Age: 29 Years Old Played By: Mary Face Claim: Yasmine Al-Bustami

"If I couldn't eat garlic bread again, I'd want a stake to the heart too. What’s the big deal?"

Being the fifth-born child to two prolific slayers gave Jade an unique upbringing. The hands-off approach from her eternally busy parents shielded her from the soul-crushing duties and expectations her much older siblings were burdened with, but in turn, the parental guidance and love (albeit misguided) the rest of the Bloodworth clan experienced growing up were absent from her life. She was the outlier. An afterthought, and though never outwardly articulated, an accident.

Jade took her first steps amid blades and wooden stakes, always in the shadow of her siblings, who, on top of everything, shouldered the responsibility of raising her while their parents took on hunting responsibilities. It didn’t sour her personality; rather, it made her louder, funnier (and yes, a little insolent). Desperate to stand out. 

As the appendage in the abundant Bloodworth lineage, her training was delayed compared to her siblings' and only began because she was too much of a nuisance to keep at home. She tagged along with her oldest brother and sister, accompanying them in the odd hunt here and there. Less like an active participant and more like a caddie to a golf player. But they showed her the ropes, and sooner rather than later (she had a penchant for picking up weapons faster than the rest) she was allowed to hunt like them. 

Although she didn't get her parents' love nor interest, she yearned to impress them. Gain their respect. If not as a daughter, at least as a slayer.

Hunting was fun, Jade loved it. Despite her parents' flaws, she always believed their morals and principles were worth upholding. Ridding the world of the undead. Protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves. Preventing innocents from becoming monsters. And unburdening said monsters from their horrific fate. For the Bloodworths, mercy was the goal.

Unsurprisingly, her talents didn’t earn her progenitors’ esteem. 

Until her father came home injured, incapacitated, and forced into retirement. Questions emerged about the future of the Bloodworths without their patriarch, though many qualified options were willing to rise to the occasion. For Jade, it was an opportunity for action. Impulsive thoughts spun too fast in her head. She’d take over his territory, exterminate the monsters faster and more effectively than he ever could at his old age. And when she came home with the news, her parents would finally shower her with the adoration she deserved.

Her plan? It was a hot mess. 

Not at first, though. Not the first half hour, armed with her mother’s crossbow, and the cemetery at large like her favorite playground. She was at the top of her game, ruthless but merciful, making her siblings proud. 

What came after? so not ideal

Adrenaline overrode red flags, inexperience made her smug. And the abnormal chaos in the cemetery awoke a different kind of beast. She saw it—her? It? Amid the shadows, looking every bit the tales she grew up scared of. The claws, the wings, the feet. Ew. A monstrous creature. How could she have known? Her father spoke a total of ten words to her throughout her adulthood, not one of them about an elder vampire who apparently hid in his turf. Worse of all, the beast fled, sparing no glance at Jade, but sending an extra horde of creatures to take care of her.

It should’ve been the end of her, really. The cherry on top of her insignificant life. Miraculously, she lived. Saved by her siblings, who knew better than to trust the youngest of the bunch. Because they knew her limitations, knew she wasn’t capable of taking the mantle. As if her ego hadn't already been bruised, having to come clean about an elder escape was even more humiliating. 

Any attempt to rectify her mistake was in vain, the elder’s coffin long gone when she returned the following night, the place wiped of any signs it had been infested at all. (Small…victories?)

She fled town before word could get out to her parents. She didn’t need a lecture on the dimensions of her screw-up. So she wrote a letter, and set off on a path to fix everything. When her siblings called, and boy did they blow up her phone, she assured them she was alright and would return shortly. And when she faced her nemesis? she’d call for assistance. Her siblings had her back. Her parents? Well, they had four other kids to spare, they didn't try to find out about their youngest's whereabouts. She got it, they were old. They were always too old for her. She forgave them long ago for their shortcomings. All water under the bridge. Yep.

Tracking an elder vampire? Oof, all kinds of hard. No one ever asked her to track anything before. Too young, too green, too…open, ready to spill secrets and locations to anyone who asked. But she kept her head down and got to work, learned the skill. Went through archives, records, compiled evidence of this monster’s presence across country. Found patterns, conducted even more research.

Jade jumped from place to place for almost a year, until a tip of an elder causing some commotion near Maine led to the east coast. She was hot on her tail, but still had a long way to go.

One extra problem? Wicked’s Rest didn’t suit her. Even when she was unhappy, she never showed it. It was her whole schtick. But the town sucked ass, especially the weather. And the food. She wasn't too fond of the people either, though she would find a way to make friends. Besides, she wasn’t here for pleasure (though she was so heading somewhere sunny when she’s done). She was getting closer to coming head to head with her biggest screw-up again, and she needed to let those small grievances go. Get her head in the game, like that one philosopher once said. No matter the cost, she won’t fail twice. Because… how would she explain that to her parents?

Character Facts:

Personality: Charming, jealous, easy-going, impulsive, uninhibited, irreverent, clever, deceptive, daring, self-indulgent

What she may lack in physical prowess she makes up for her weapon mastery and people skills. Unfortunately, the “people” in Wicked’s Rest are unlike anything she’s dealt with before.

Knives and other blades are fun, but her preferred weapon is a small crossbow she stole from her mother’s vault. Other than that, she has an old set of stakes she had customized back in the day. There’s one named after each member of One Direction. Nowadays, it’s hard to keep them all in one bag. Plus, she keeps losing Zayn.

She has reached the last available level on Candy Crush. Constantly sends messages asking for more levels.

Roxie, a Triumph Street Twin, is her most prized possession. It belonged to oldest brother, Onyx, who gave it to her before embarking on her elder hunt. She traveled across the country with her, as she’s terrified of planes.

Loves singing (can carry a tune too) and will always be down for karaoke. Though her go-to song is nothing melodically challenging, instead she prefers the beat of Eminem’s ‘Lose yourself’, which she can rap to perfection. 

Other than vampiric creatures and adjacents, she has limited knowledge of the supernatural world. She knew they existed, but couldn’t tell you what’s a squonk or a cu-síth. Wicked’s Rest is proving to be more than she bargained for.

#bio #taken #taken human #human #hunter #taken hunter #yasmine al bustami #pandora

[jeremy-queere]

im actually gonna liveblog my own thoughts about those last few chaps of my fic, which are basically always going to be "i'm hilarious actually" but yknow. specific lines. minor spoilers ig

>be jeremy >tell rich about how you fixed the giant issue where yelling at a squip can turn off every squip in the network >by telling him this aloud, you just alerted the squips to this security flaw >mfw i destroyed the easiest way to save the world without a second thought: :) >still smilling at rich, ready for praise >rich short circuits.

plus with the shutdown that christine mentioned this chapter. it's almost like ? jeremy isn't coming at this from a perspective of wanting to turn squips off???? and never even bothered researching that option??? 😂 bonkers. who'd have thought

i fully recognize that having a coder POV say "The bugs, miraculously, became rarer and smaller" is the biggest ask in the fic in terms of suspension of disbelief. maybe when jeremy is better at this they'll realize they were wrong about that. not in a "this update is secretly a time bomb" way but in a "holy shit i can't believe i used to think this was good programming" way

i still think it's funny whenever i reference jeremy muting themself after the FIRST TIME it came up where jeremy acknowledged that "muting themself wasn't any different from a human just choosing not to speak." i love my weird robot child.

i still like the "C-c-c-c'mon, Jeremy, can't you see, we've got a date, so concentrate! We'll start with us, just me and you, some deja vu, and then ensue: your microchip plus our friendship-" implying "the squip" being sung in the same lovestruck voice as the chorus usually sings "christine."

^ i usually pick a song to write the summary from based solely on vibes and character focus. the fact that this was from Upgrade rather than two player game was a dead giveaway regarding michael's intentions btw.

writing michael after that last mall scene has been so weird. on purpose. but like everything he says is a catchy line ending on a discordant note. the sudden pivot from slowburn to joking about having sex and humanity = romance. every time michael interrupts or talks over jeremy instead of going out of his way to set a good example, i wince lol. encouraging them to stop thinking so much. ignoring every one of jeremy's soft "no"s because they're inconvenient. Here Are Our Stereotypical Nerd Spots and Here Is Your Mandated Giant Teddy Bear and Here Is My Secret Condom. (jeremy sprinted into the sunset before we got to that part and we all thank them for it.) jeremy never once having indicated that they wanted to actually have sex any time soon but michael did everything in his power to make sure the date would end that way without a single worry about what jeremy told them about chloe.

i don't think it's spoilers to clarify that michael was in the driver's seat for all of that, but was in a situation where he was very incentivized to listen to the SQUIP. and jeremy looooves squips so obviously the SQUIP is the expert on this, not michael :P

madeline offscreen: constant orgies, pretending to be from paris, scheming femme fatale madeline for the 2.3 seconds she was onscreen: i swear quebec is better than people give it credit for wait don't go-

jeremy's definition of breaking up with someone is, consistently, running away from an emotionally charged moment and convincing themself that they hate them. lol.

christine accusing jeremy of talking at her was also a direct response to the author trying to get on their wikipedia-level-of-philosophy-knowledge soapbox again. btw on that note, observation selection effect seems to only be mentioned in places as a synonym for the anthropic principle. it is more specific than how jeremy defines it, being an existential thing about how "the range of possible observations that could be made about the universe is limited by the fact that observations could happen only in a universe capable of developing intelligent life" (~ wikipedia <3). i get away with a lot of bullshit claims, some of them even intentionally bullshit, bc the character making those claims is reading even less of the wikipedia article than i am.

but that was transparently just a nod to the book being one of the many parallel universes that are foundational to how the squip works in canon

speaking of references that delight me and me alone, in-character phantom of the opera reference re: pageboy

i think all the main/supporting cast all think they're the main characters. except jeremy! not because of jeremy 1.0's insistence that he's not a leading man, but because they have been so busy with observing themself that they haven't even considered anyone else observing them and coming to different conclusions. (see: the PA system joke with michael which alerted the ENTIRE SCHOOOOooool 🎶 to their situation, which in jeremy's narrative, was just a gag as part of a longer fun flirty convo with michael, brought up for laughs and then forgotten.) (it's not like it's plot relevant as in that it doomed them or anything, but just a signal that not everyone perceives the fic events like jeremy does!!)

they're trying to learn to be less self-absorbed (and i'm not saying that as an insult so much as an accurate description of their default thought patterns) but it IS a learning curve. for all their self-reflection, i would describe them as a very reactive person, which is also probably why they (along with jeremy 1.0 and keanu squip) constantly struggle/d with needing a sense of control

im aware that despite christine's in-character criticism of the narrative i wrote 🙃 that she's here for exposition and emotional closure. she knows and she's not happy about it. it's a consequence of writing the story i wanted to tell but that doesn't make it immune from criticism. it's a good question for me, that the story i wanted to tell DID involve removing her agency so much. but i don't see that as a question that needs a direct answer or for me to defend so much as something to reflect on after it's over. in the meantime christine ma'am i'll give you something good in the epilogue i prommy, and i'll add something about this to my notes now that i think about it.

#ooim

[levans44]

Damage Control - Chapter 19

“For the 100th time, Sam, the next gas station is like 8 miles away. We’ll be there soon.”

Captain America yells from the driver seat at the Falcon, who’s sprawled out in the back—hungry, exhausted, and whining like a toddler. Through the rear-view mirror, she eyes Sam desperately rummaging through the seat pockets for remainders from their last stop. 

“Yo, James, did you eat the last piece of gum?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Answer the question, man!”

“All right, that’s it.” 

Bucky sighs, kicking the back of Steve’s seat as he yells: “Steve! I wanna change seats when we get off.”

Oh, dear, how’d she get here?

“New Jersey?”

“Yep.” She sighs, sinking down into a chair across Robin’s desk, face buried in her hands.

“What the hell is in Jersey?” Robin makes a face, nose scrunching into her brows, as she swivels around from her computer, traffic charts and graphs displayed on the screen. 

“Dunno. Real Housewives?” 

Robin lets out a snort, reaching out to toy with a pen on her table. She sighs, gathering up the files in her lap with a bitter taste in her mouth. 

“Whatever, Jersey’s nothing compared to what I put Anne through with all this recent press.”

This weekend was the 52nd annual SHIELD conference, set to take place in Atlantic City. Though her boss normally attended company-wide conferences, she thought it was only fair that she take Anne’s place this year, given the little publicity storm she had caused last week. Realizing she was going to have to spend a weekend alone in a hotel room in an unfamiliar city, however, she was starting to feel a little less sure about her decision to volunteer.

“So.”

Her head lifts up at the change in Robin’s tone, and she’s frowns at the coy smirk on her friend’s face.

“What?”

“Captain America, huh?”

She groans loudly, burying her face in her hands as she murmurs a quiet profanity into her palms.

“You saw that too?”

“Who didn’t?” Then, Robin leans in, dropping her volume as she glances around surreptitiously.

“You know what the office is saying about you and Cap now, right?”

Robin only grins at the fearful frown on her face. 

“People think he was there to ‘guard’ you. You know, in case some crazies try to attack you for the SRA thing.”

Huh.

She stays silent, carefully observing Robin as she lets out a low whistle, shaking her head incredulously. 

“Crazy. Who knew you’d get Captain America as a personal bodyguard?”

Once it sinks in that she’s been miraculously gifted with a decent cover for the whole ordeal, she nods, putting on her best poker face. 

“… yeah. Crazy.”

She’ll come clean to Robin. Someday. Soon. Just not now. 

Her second save of the day comes in the form of a buzz in her pocket.

“Sorry, I gotta take this.” She gestures, glancing at the caller ID as she steps out of Robin’s office. 

Steve Rogers

Speak of the devil angel.

As always, he greets her with a cheerful ‘hey,’ making her smile into the phone. 

“What’s up?” She maneuvers around the office back to her desk, casting polite smiles to her coworkers, many of whom still give her reserved glances. 

“What are you doing this weekend?”

Shit.

Her eyes squeeze shut in realization—given how busy she’s been the past week, what with all the publicity meetings and SHIELD press events, she didn’t have a spare minute to mull over how exactly she was gonna ‘try to make it work’ with Steve. She had even temporarily forgotten the fact that they never got their first date (you know, the mini-golf one?), on account of the news breaking the next morning. She knew that Steve, being the saint he was, had been purposely giving her space this past week so she could make amends at work. 

Even if she did have the capacity to think about where their relationship was going, however, she still had to be wary of the persistent journalists constantly crowding the lobby of her building. Dissatisfied with the generic official announcement that SHIELD released about the incident, they were desperate for a 5-minute sit-down with the troublemaker employee herself, stopping at no lengths to get it.

(The last time they saw each other, when he picked her up after work in his Cap suit, a group of paparazzi had been waiting outside her building. Though they were miraculously not spotted, the incident proved the dangers of them stepping out together in public any time soon.)

“I was thinking we could have dinner, maybe somewhere private? We could do the Compound, if that’d make you comfortable. If not, Tony’s recommended a few private venues for us. Seems a little upscale but I could try and find…“

She winces, loud enough to cut him off.

Fuck. Now she was really regretting her decision to volunteer. 

“… hey, you alright?”

Another bout of guilt at the concern that immediately replaces the excitement in his tone. 

“Y-yeah. I’m… I’m fine, Steve. Just…”

Her eyes close again, as if it would be easier to relay the news to him that way. 

“I have to go to Jersey this weekend. For a SHIELD conference.”

“Alone?”

“Mhmm.”

“Is that the one in Atlantic City? I think Sam’s going to that.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah. He’s got family in Jersey and I think some people from his old job are gonna be at the conference.”

A small pause, and she hears shuffling from the other end. She purses her lips, painfully waiting to hear the disappointment in his voice. What he suggests, next, however, takes her by surprise.

“Here’s an idea: what if I go with you?”

Um.

“W-what?”

“Yeah, I haven’t been to New Jersey in a while. It’ll be nice."

And what was she supposed to say to that—no, stop being so damn considerate, offering to waste your weekend on some boring SHIELD conference so she wouldn’t be alone?

“I won’t go if you don’t want me to.”

Fuck, Steve.

“N-no, it’s… that’s really thoughtful, Steve. Thank you.”

“Of course. I’ll let Sam know.” 

And, exactly two days later, at 6 pm on a Friday, she finds herself seated in the back of Sam’s car, fully loaded with all their luggage so they can begin the 4 hour drive to Atlantic City.

“Roadtrip!” Sam announces loudly, joyously tapping on the wheel. Bucky rolls his eyes from the passenger’s seat.

“You’re a literal child, Wilson.”

“Why are you even coming, man? Don’t you have some more brooding to do all weekend?”

“Hey, guys.”

It’s Steve who puts an end to their childish quarrel from the backseat, before he bumps his knee into hers, glancing down at her in a quiet apology. She only smiles in return, half-nervous, half-grateful to have the entire weekend to spend with him (oh, and the two children in the front seat, of course). 

She watches Sam turn the ignition, before her eyes trail over to the Winter Soldier. Truth be told, she was a little nervous to be traveling with Sergeant Barnes. Given their limited but hostile history, it made her a little restless to speculate why he had decided to tag along, especially knowing that she would be there. 

Yet, he was Steve’s friend, and it was important for her to try and make amends with him too. How she planned on winning his heart, though, was still a work-in-progress.

“Yo, Steve!” Sam’s loud announcement breaks her out of her thoughts.

“Before we leave, I’ve got an important question…” He adjusts the rearview mirror, before flashing her a mischievous grin through it. 

“… y’all dating now or what?”

Fuck. 

This was gonna be a long weekend. 

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Visitors (a 65 story) Chapter 8: Reality

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Pairing: Captain Mills x Fem Reader

Fic Summary: 65 million years ago, Captain Mills (played by Adam Driver) crashes a passenger transport ship into Earth during the Cretaceous period. You are among three survivors of the crash. Together with Mills, you must make your way to the only shot of extraction through an unknown terrain riddled with deadly prehistoric creatures.

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You

Your lungs burn, trying to force you to take a breath but you refuse. The thick gunk begins to fill your ears and nose, and you sputter as it seeps into your mouth. Miraculously, something slides through the mud and hooks itself under your arm, pulling you up and out of your filthy grave.

Mud and dirt spew from your mouth as you reach the surface, still unable to see through the thick coating caked onto your face. You’re dragged onto solid ground and warm hands that aren’t much cleaner than your own clasp your face and wipe off your eyes.

Pulling your stuck eyelashes apart, you first see Koa hugging the end of a long tree branch like a koala and smiling down at you. Your eyes trail over to the hands that delicately hold your face, and an almost unrecognizable Mills also covered in muck. You can’t help but let out a single cackle that turns into a fit of laughter.

Mills joins your laughter, shaking his head like a dog and slinging mud in every direction. Koa climbs down from the branch and walks up to you, her small hands gently smoothing down your hair like you once did to her. Not caring at all about the grime you’re covered in, you pull Koa into your arms and hug her tightly. You see Mills still laughing over Koa’s shoulder and you fling a hand out and grab him by the shirt, yanking him into the hug.

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Desperate to finish your mission, you soon push on until you come across a clean stream of water. Mills uses his canister to scoop up some water and test it for bacteria. When it comes back clean, you joyfully dive into the refreshing waist-high spring. You relish in the feeling of finally washing away your coating of mud, wringing it from your hair and scrubbing it out of your clothes.

Koa sits cross legged at the edge of the water and you swim up to her, playfully sending a splash of water in her direction. She giggles and leans away to avoid it. You hold out your hand to offer help getting her into the water, but she shakes her head. Mills sees this interaction from a few feet away where he sits washing his shoes against some rocks. He opens his water canister and tosses it to Koa, who chugs the water down in one go.

When she reaches the end of the container, she frowns and waves it at Mills. He chuckles, “Go fill it up then.” He gestures to the upper end of the stream. She groans and begrudgingly trudges over to fill the canister.

You turn back to see Mills now in the water, dipping his head under and flipping back his wet hair. His eyes meet yours and he smirks, proud of the performance that so obviously was holding your attention. You try to push down the familiar blush that crawls up your neck and turn away as he pulls himself out of the stream. You force your gaze anywhere but him to avoid lingering on how tightly the wet clothes now cling to his body.

Koa returns just in time to save your self respect, and she returns with a small pink flower tucked behind her ear and another one in each hand. She squats on the river’s edge in front of you and gently tucks a flower behind your ear to match. Your heart swells and a cozy feeling settles in your stomach as she approaches Mills and tries to do the same to him.

He jerks his head away, avoiding her gift. Koa frowns at him and stomps, reaching up to try again. He swats her hand away and shakes his head. At this Koa squeals impatiently, turning to you as if you had some sort of power over Mills’s decisions.

She must not be too far off with that assumption, because when Mills follows her gaze to your face and sees your warm smile, he sighs and squats down. Koa giggles in celebration and slips the pink flower into his hair. Interrupting this moment as it always seems to do, the navigational unit beeps to signal an emergency.

Mills fishes it out of his pack and opens it to display the message “Catastrophic Extinction Event Triggered: LESS THAN 12 HOURS REMAIN”.

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You march on, banded together by the matching pink flower behind each of your ears. You soon reach the base of the mountain that holds your only hope of escape. Still exhausted but now cleaned and fed, the three of you help each other climb cliffside after cliffside and boulder upon boulder.

Rounding a turn up the mountainside, you approach a cliffside that scales far higher than all the rest. You estimate its ledge is 20 feet high, and Mills’ search for divots to anchor a climb comes up empty. Struck with inspiration, Koa points up to the ledge and back to herself. Just in case you aren’t following, she mimics being picked up by you and then gestures between you and Mills.

He sighs, “You sure?” She confidently nods. He looks to you for approval and you shrug, slinging off your pack and letting it fall to your feet. He does the same after pulling out a long cord of rope and sliding it over Koa’s head and shoulder.

Mills kneels down and helps steady you as you climb onto his shoulders. When you give the signal, he helps Koa onto his knee as well and up his shoulders where you grip her waist and guide her to your own shoulders. Koa steadies herself and hits the cliff wall, queueing Mills to slowly stand and extend your human ladder as high as it can reach.

She just barely grips the ledge and pulls herself up, swinging each leg over and rolling back beyond your view. Mills releases his firm grip on your thighs and gently guides you off his back, hands lingering for a few moments longer than necessary.

You both sit waiting for Koa to anchor one side of the rope and send the other side down. Using this rare minute of calm, you turn and admire the view from halfway up the mountain. The landscapes of this planet are truly breathtaking, despite all the things that try to kill you at every turn. One thing that grabs your attention above it all is the asteroid, now completely visible in the sky. It’s turned from an orange hue to a deep red, no doubt being pulled in by the planet’s gravitational pull. You take a deep breath through your nose and blow it out slowly.

“It’ll be okay,” Mills reassures you, a firm hand pressed against your lower back, “we’re almost there.”

As he speaks, the rope flies from off the cliff and falls to your feet. Mills pulls on it to test its strength, and when he’s satisfied hands it to you. You pull on your backpack and start to climb, anchoring your weight against the rope. One step at a time, eventually you reach the top and pull yourself up, Koa grabbing you by the elbow to help you up.

Mills is close behind you, but you don’t stay behind to watch because in the distance you see it: the escape pod. There it sits, banged up but seemingly in working order. We really made it, we’re getting out of here.

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Maybe max is sick but his father forces him to drive and he faints after the race in the paddock but some drivers or principals come to save him (maybe seb, Kimi or christian, toto)

*sighs*, another Max & Simi sick fic, another one! /jk

I love writing that dw

Set somewhere during Max’s first years at Red Bull. 

TW: J*s Verstappen, abuse

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“You will get into the car, and you will drive today!”

Jos's voice boomed in Max's cool-down room. He was practically looming over his son, using his whole body to shade him. 

“But Papa,” Max coughed out, “I can't breathe correctly!” He knew his father wouldn't care, but he had to try. 

“No excuses, Max,” his father replied. “Remember? No. Excuses,” and he left, as simple as that. 

The driver coughed again and shivered. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Since that morning, he felt sick, alternating between coughing and moments of heavy Vertigo. Sometimes he shivered too. Yeah, he was definitely sick.

Yet, he had a race that day, he couldn't miss it. His dad would make sure he wouldn't miss it. Maybe if he talked to Christian, he would be able to get to medical and be declared sick…

Max shook his head. No, that won't be possible either. Helmut Marko was looming around the paddock too. Max knew for a fact he’ll do everything to make him race, and if that meant preventing him from getting to medical, he would do that. 

Looking at his race suit, he resigned himself. He zipped up his fireproof and went to the garage. At each step, he felt the world turning around. At each step, he felt pain in his whole body. 

Getting in his car was a challenge in itself. The material of his clothes rubbed him the working way, making him oversensitive to them. The harness pressed the suit near his body, accentuating the overall uneasiness he felt. His hair was too hot under his balaclava and helmet, making him want to scratch it off. 

In a fit of lucidity, Max almost screamed that he wasn’t feeling well. Almost, because at the same time he had gone to push the radio button, his whole body shivered and he coughed. When he got his mind back on track, the moment was gone, and the start was bout to be given. 

It’s lights out, and away we go!

Max was third, and he miraculously didn’t lose his position. Yeah, a Renault had pushed him hard from behind, but he didn’t give up. The first corner had been rougher than the start. His palms were sweaty under his gloves, making the material stick and overwhelming him a bit. Max almost missed a gear change, and his finger almost slipped. He went too wide, and that Renault overtook him. 

The Red Bull driver knew the track, he drove here last year and the years before that. There was no denying he wasn’t familiar with it. Yet, Max had never raced it while being sick as a dog. He missed the apex, twice, something he had never done before. 

Behind him, it was now a McLaren bullying him into the gravel. Max groaned. He may not be at the top of his form, but that doesn’t mean he won’t go down in a fight. At the next corner, he defended like crazy, and the papaya car seemed to have understood there was no way they’ll pass. 

The first lap had been the roughest, as Max had to learn how to drive when his whole body isn’t cooperating with him. The second was a little easier, the third had been a nightmare as he took a curb and the shockwaves reverberated throughout his body. 

At some point, the race became a blur, as Max was simply trying to maintain his position. Sadly, that McLaren did overtake him with half laps to go. The Dutch driver got angry with himself and sneezed a little more on the lap following his fall to fifth place. 

The pit stop he made around the middle lap had been a grace sent from heaven, just a little moment of calm before the tempest. Gear changes were difficult, but luckily for him, his car had power steering, because he felt his arms were sore with ten laps to go.

As he went through the last lap, he felt his engine losing power. Or it might have been his foot, he didn’t know. Behind him, the other Renault was forced to make way. Max did everything he knew, but there was no way to fight when your own car is against you. As he passed the finish line in sixth place, he felt his body get numb. 

His body didn’t produce adrenaline anymore, probably Max had hit its limit, and he felt himself slowly getting off that high. He parked his car in front of the Red Bull garage, and let himself breathe. At least he beat the Ferraris, both had mechanical failures somewhere around the beginning of the race. 

Max got out of his car with much difficulty. He felt cold and hot at the same time. He couldn't help but shiver, even if it hurt to do so. His race suit felt as if it was made of spikes, and hurt his flesh. His balaclava was sticky and full of sweat. He didn't have much force left in his arms but he managed to take off his helmet too. 

Mechanics were gushing around him, tending to the car. They didn't care about Max, only one or two congratulated him for the race. They didn't notice how the Dutch driver was shivering like a leaf, or how he seemed to have difficulties walking. Max felt the world spinning too fast under his feet, and he couldn't walk straight.

In the distance, he could see his father coming for him, an angry look on his face. Max gulped down and went in the opposite direction. (Un)luckily for him, that meant he was heading to the Ferrari side of the paddock. He looked back again, and his father wasn't far. Yeah, he'll have to come up with some excuse because there is no chance he will see his dad.

Max used the wall as support, and slowly got where he wanted. He can see the two Ferrari drivers talking to each other, they are well within earshot. The Dutch driver thought he was safe, as his dad won't try anything in front of a rival team. Yet, he didn't take into account a sudden surge of dizziness. The world spun too fast, and Max felt himself fall, hitting the ground.

“Are you sure he is Ok?” a voice asked, while Max was groaning.

His head hurt like crazy as if someone had trampled it. He tried to open his eyes, but there was too much light for him.

“We should take him to the medical centre,” another voice said.

“He won't go that far, he already had trouble walking before he fainted.”

The voices got quiet, and Max could finally think again. His whole body hurt, and he still felt sick. The last thing he remembered was him going to the Ferrari garage. Why was he laying on the ground now? He tried to get up, but someone pushed him down again.

“No, stay still Max.” It was a gentle voice, soaked in a soft German accent.

“Why?” He managed to croak out.

“You fell, and hurt your head.” This time, it was another voice, sharper, heavily imprinted by a Finnish accent.

Max realised it was the Ferrari pilots, Seb and Kimi, who were watching over him. They were the only Finno-German pair on the grid, and it made sense since they were the closest to him when he blacked out.

“I... home,” the Dutch driver tried again. He wanted to lay on his bed and forget this day had ever happened.

“Shh, medical is coming to get you,” replied Seb, gently running a hand in the younger's hair.

Max moaned in pain, letting himself go away again.

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Max felt he was floating. It was a good feeling, one he missed a lot. Under his fingers, soft sheets were rumbled, soothing his senses. Something was making his hair more. After some time, he realised it was a warm hand. Max sighed at the touch. It had been a long time since someone treated him this gently.

“Do you think he's asleep,” someone asked, so quietly Max thought he had hallucinated it.

“He didn't move for two hours,” another person said. “He's out cold.”

Max chose that moment to groan, moving a bit. The hand in his hair left, and the Dutch driver moaned at the last.

“Shh,” that first voice said again, “go to sleep, you are tired.”

Max took some time to think. Those voices were belonging to Sebastian and Kimi. He wondered why the Ferrari drivers were near him. He didn't own them anything, why would they be here?

“He's awake,” Kimi changed his mind. “Let the boy awake.”

“He fainted, he should rest more,” Seb protested, his hand going back into Max's hair.

The younger tried to open his eyes, but the lights were too bright. They were hurting his eyes, so he closed them again. Someone chuckled at the sight, but Max couldn't pinpoint who it was.

“Shh, it's OK, you are safe,” Seb whispered in his ear.

Another hand joined the German's, gently massaging his head. Max sighed and thought he could stay there just a little more if it meant the two reassuring presences would stay by his side too.

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