What If?
Pairing: F1Grid2021! x reader driver!
This is the story of how neither Max Verstappen or Lewis Hamilton became F1 Champions in 2021.
A girl did.
“What does it feel to be the villian of this season?”
“This villian is going to be a world champion”
Abu Dhabi, december 12th - 16:30
"Are you scared?”
Tik tok, tik tok
I was able to hear the clock tickling on my motorhome.
A breathe
The eyes of George looking at me
“No, I’m not”
Yes, you are
“You got this and If you don’t...” I sigh
“Please don’t finish that phrase”
“Sorry, it’s just...”
“I know, there’s a lot on the plate but you know. I don’t have many options right now”
George take my hand “You’re really talented and the best option is winning and you’re making the impossible, like, in a Williams. You’re more clever that all those who want to see you fall. And for next year, did they called you?”
“Not yeat, I guess they’re waiting for the race”
“They’ll look like fools If they don’t call” We share a small laugh
“Thank you for this year, Mercedes is lucky to have you, Lewis will” He smiled
“I’ll still see you from the other side” We stand from the sofa and share a hug “Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow”
Abu Dhabi, december 12th - 17:50
"Radio check"
"Loud and clear"
"We are all with you... whatever happens at the end, you're our champion, Williams is back thanks to you and George"
"Thank you, I need to hear that"
"Formation lap in one minute"
LAP 35/58
"Gap at 0.4 behind Lewis. So let’s just…"
"Why is Verstappen pushing me off-track"
"Yeah, yeah copy we aren´t happy with that. They're investigating"
"I'm gotta go menu dash position two. Tell them that he can't have the position back"
LAP 45/58
"Hamilton 26.8, 26.8. And let us know about the tyres for a Safety Car"
"How many laps left?"
"13 when you cross the line, 13 when you cross the line. Gap to Hamilton at 13.9"
"Copy. I'm ok with a set of hards. Do we have a chance?"
"I know you do. Stay still kid"
LAP 50/58
"And we’ve seen Norris with a front-left puncture, so just be careful on the kerbs"
"So we think the problem might be just turn 15, turn 16"
"I’m off kerbs"
"Okay, copy"
"Lewis still has free air"
"The gap is seven seconds and there’ll be eight to go when you cross the line"
"Copy. Status of Lando?"
"He's out of the car and well"
LAP 58/58
I crossed the line and saw all the fireworks over the finish line. I felt different, something like never before, not like winning in Monaco or Monza. I'm a world champion, the first woman of many.
I watched the people in the crowd weaving at me. I heard the screaming over the radio and while I was slowing down I felt tears runing down my face.
"I'm absolutely speechless. YOU DID IT! Thank you, we love you. Our world champion!"
"Oh, my God yes! Yes, yes! Oh, my God! Oh my God!"
"Y/N! I TOLD YOU SO! You are the world champion, the world champion!"
"GEORGE!? This is ours! WE DID IT!
"You absolutely deserve it, kid. Even if you're not going to stay with us next year, we owe you everything! What a year working alongside you"
"They haven't called so..."
"Are you kidding? The news dropped before the race. You're going to be alongside Max next year"
"No freaking way!"
"We are so proud of you. We always will"
"Oh, my God guys. I love you so much. From my teammate, my race engineer and everyone at the factory"
"You have driven like a champion all year. You deserve that. We needed a bit of luck. You got it. You made it happen. And we love you. We absolutely fucking love you" said George and the whole screaming in the garage was getting louder
"It is unbelievable guys. Can we repeat this If you guys want me in the future?"
After the whole podium celebration with Lewis and Max, one thing was clear. Max didn't win his first championship and Lewis lost his eight. My phone was blowing with messages from social media and my family and friends. But my eyes we're locked with Anthony Hamilton chat.
I knew that Lewis wasn't ok. He hugged his dad and even I can't see his face, he cried. He remains stronger on the podium but I can't look at him in the eyes.
I walked to the Mercedes motorhome. Toto was talking to George and stand up at the moment he saw me.
"I'm sorry"
"You don't have to. You drive so well this season that all of us knew that maybe we could lose"
"Oh. Did you guys talk?"
"Yeah, a few words. We have time"
"I'm gonna see him, it's just... I don't know"
"Go, y/n"
I knock at his door and his dad pat me in the back and let us alone. Lewis was laying down in the sofa with a towel covering his face. When he heard the door closing he remove it.
"Hi" I said
"Hey" He smiled
"I'm not going to make dumb questions, just, I'm happy of how this season went. You're been in the sport longer that I've been alive and even if the feeling of losing it's here, don't let it stay. You're still eveeryone's champion, even mine"
I sit down next to him and he took my hand
"I wanted you to win, you know?"
"You what?" I..." I gasp
"Yeah, you've been so amazing. You have the hunger of a champion and now that you made it, well, you're my idol now"
"Lewis..." I felt that I was going to cry
"Don't cry, baby. Go celebrate. I'm fine, I still more seasons ahead to beat you" I smiled to him and give him a hug
"Let me know when you're in London. To spend a day with you, all right?"
"That's a promise"
He hugged me again and I leave the room. A few people of Mercede's staff were around and congratulate me. As I was walking to my car to go to the hotel, I heard a text.
A thank you from Lewis.
Yeah, he's going to be back.
And maybe in the end ... We are all superheroes.
Each of us with a tragic back story
Specific sets of attributes
Some of us fly
Some of us read minds
And maybe some of us-
Are stronger than others,
We all have potential.
I believe the only difference
Between us all is ...
Who will stand up and fight?
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You hate your asshole boss. So, after an interview you two decide to take something for a spin
Kinktober 2023: Hate Fucking
As usual, minors DNI. Please interact with this if you liked it ❤️❤️ Enjoy!
You hated Bakugou Katsuki. He was arrogant, entitled, and full of shit. You wouldn’t let him know he got under your skin, though. You knew that would boost his ego to know the super positive and happy person you were, hated him. He was also your boss. Being the number 2 hero was already inflating his ego. Always going on and on about his obsession with beating Deku.
You are a people pleaser. Even when that person is your self absorbed boss.
So, you spent every day of your life kissing Bakugou’s ass. “Yes sir” this and “Please, don’t, sir” that. You are his relations manager so trying to control him was a pain in your ass and was wearing on your patience. You begged your company to let you be Chargebolt’s assistant when he harassed the other way. You’d rather be flirted with than yelled at constantly for using your quirk.
Gentle Touch is the name of your quirk. This entailed that just a gentle touch could calm down the most anxious person. You were also in school to become a therapist for traumatized civilians after Villian attacks. You needed a job to pay for school and your company scooped you up and paired you with your current pain in the ass.
Your quirk was used often when it came to the explosive man that is Bakugou Katsuki. You took a lot of pride in showing him how to calm the fuck down from time to time. His gravelly voice telling you to quietly “Fuck off” would make your entire day better.
Today, you broke. Bakugou had an interview with some popular gossip channel and your quirk was all used up before the first 10 minutes of it. Bakugou was pissed about the interview and the two of you almost didn’t make it on the ride over to the building.
“So, Dynamight, any special ladies in your life?” The hostess leaned over and you got a good whiff of her perfume.
“Just this bitch right here.” Bakugou pointed a finger at you, “Keeps me in line and shit”
“Oh-ho-ho, you’re in a relationship with your relations manager?”
“No!” You quickly interjected, “He means that there are no women in his life other than the women he works with, respectfully.” You always did this. You always had to clean up his crass language to keep the gossip media out of his business. Frankly, you were sick of it.
“Yeah, whatever she said.” He crossed his arms aaaand he was gone. While he was physically there, he was emotionally gone. This usually meant that you were going to be stuck answering his questions.
“Not even your mom?” The hostess teases.
“That hag-”
“No, Dynamight loves his mother very much.” You physically put your hand on his shoulder, signaling him to shut up.
“Ah, you two seem close. Tell me about yourself, oh great Relations Manager.”
“I have a useful quirk that calms Dynamight down so I was hired to keep him in line.” You regret saying that when the hostess raises her eyebrow.
“I see, so, you keep him in line and he pays your way through school? Sounds like a sugar daddy exchange to me.” She sneers, how did she know you went to school and that Bakugou paid for it??
“Listen,” Bakugou growls but you make a low sound.
“Ma’am, my desire to go to school has nothing to do with Bak-Dynamight,” You take a deep breath in, “I am just his relations manager.”
“A bitch too.” Bakugou sneers at you, narrowing his ruby red eyes at you.
“Looks like we have an enemies to lovers situation-ship!” The hostess is covering her mouth as you stare at Bakugou.
His lips quirked ever so slightly at the sight of your rigid body. You wanted nothing more than to walk off set and never see him again. Every damn time your relationship came up, Bakugou’s answers became more and more vague making it seem like you two actually engaged with each other beyond work.
“I’m done.” You clipped off your mic set, threw it on the ground, and stormed off.
You could hear Bakugou right behind you, stomping through the corridor. He called your name a few times and you felt tears come to your eyes. This job was ruining your life, if you were being honest.
“You’re not done.” Bakugou snapped and grabbed your wrist. You were brought back to reality.
“Get.Off.Me”
“No”
“Bakugou Katsuki, I am done with this job. I went on two dates with a guy and when I asked why he ghosted me later it was because he didn’t want to be involved with “Dynamight’s Girl,” what the hell does that even mean?!” You’re pushing on h8is chest with your finger, getting up in his face.
“It’s because you are my girl,” He sneers and corners you in the hallway. His arms are on both sides of you, trapping you.
“Since when?!” You’re looking up at him now.
“Since you first used your quirk on me”
“You don’t even know me” You push him with both hands and storm to your dressing room.
Of course, he follows you into the room and locks the door behind him. He stalks towards you, something unreadable behind his eyes. You back away from him until the back of your legs hits the desk behind you. You’re reminded of why you hate him so much. Of course he thinks you belong to him. He thought he was entitled to everybody around him.
“Listen to me,” He starts but you’re not having it.
“No! I am done working for you, I’ll find a different job and get myself through school.”
“No, you won’t,” He grabs your wrist and yanks you towards him. He pulls said wrist to his lips and kisses it. Never once did he break eye contact with you. You’re left speechless at his actions. “Now, quit being a brat.”
“Stop telling me what to do!” You scream and trash against him. “I don’t like you. I hate you” Venom laces your voice and you see something dark in Bakugou’s eyes.
He takes off his mask and ear pieces with one hand. He tightens his grip on your wrist and he pulls you impossibly closer. He leans in and licks a stripe from your collarbone to the shell of your ear.
“You hate me?”
“Yes, I hate you so much.” You whisper, closing your eyes. You’re losing control of yourself and you can feel your sex dripping with sudden need. Sudden need for your asshole of a boss.
“I can smell you, you know, dripping with desire,” he whispers in your ear, “I want you to turn around, pretty girl.” You stay put. When Bakugou notices your disobedience, he grabs your shoulders and turns you around.
Now, you’re looking into your eyes in the Vanity. You flicker your eyes up to Bakugou who has a Cheshire grin on his face. Your chest is tight and your thoughts are running a million miles a minute. It’s obvious from the way he’s tracing lines along your bicep, that he’s not going to hurt you. You can’t help the sudden feeling of dread and desire pooling in your stomach.
“Now, quit being a brat and listen to me,” He’s talking to your reflection in the mirror, “I always get what I want. What I want is to fuck you until you’re a blubbering mess.” You swallow something thick.
“Bakugou-”
“Katsuki. If you’re going to be my little fuck, at least call me by my first name.” Bakugou coos and runs a finger down your neck and along your collarbone.
“No. I fucking hate you, I won’t call you anything.”
“What happened to Yes Sir?” Bakugou teases.
You look at his reflection and suddenly he’s gagging you with his pointer and middle finger. Your eyes go wide and you can’t find it to be scared. Instead, you’re insanely turned on and pissed off. You bite down on his fingers and he jerks them out of your mouth. The asshole grabs your jaw and forces your hips against the vanity. You can feel his erection against your back.
“Bitch.” He sneers and you smile at the name calling. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. I am a man, though, I want to fuck you.”
You contemplate for a second, did you want this? The traitor between your thighs begged for him to fulfill his promise. Your brain though:? It was still unsure of what it wanted right now. Suddenly, you felt a tapping sensation on your temple. You looked at Bakugou and saw it was him tapping on your head.
“Don’t think too much. Just go with your gut.” Easy for him to say, your guts wanted rearranged. Slowly, you nodded your head.
“I warned you.”
“I’m going to tell you this won’t happen again,” You sneered at him. “You’re probably a pathetic fuck anyways.”
“I’ll prove you wrong.” You snorted at that remark.
With all this tension, he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror again. You grab onto the vanity and prepare for the worst dicking you’ve gotten in a while.
“I am going to tell you one time and one time only, keep your eyes on the reflection in the mirror.” You quirk an eyebrow as he begins to disappear behind you.
It doesn’t take long before he’s pushing your skirt above your hips. You try to crane your head back but you receive a swift slap to the ass. You yelp and turn your attention back to your mirror image. Bakugou makes haste by pulling down your underwear. He groans at the aroma of your gushing arousal.
You’re not prepared for him to lick from your clit to your asshole. A moan escapes from your plush lips and you feel your face heat up at the sound. Grabbing onto vanity with a vice grip, you’re prepared for the second lick. Bakugou doesn’t spend much time assaulting your clit from this position. Instead, he opts to tongue fucking the apex between your thighs. You try to not let his pride swell by wantonly moaning every time he hits something right. Which happens to be a lot.
Bakugou taps your ass cheek and teases your lips with his fingers. Is he asking for permission to finger fuck you? You make a whining sound to confirm that you need something inside of you.
“Good girl,” He praises and plunges his fingers past your labia.
“Fuck” You curse.
You can feel him smile against your sex as he slowly inches towards your tight hole with his tongue. You gasp at the sensation of his fingers curling inside your spongy canal and the assault on your asshole. Moaning his name, you look at your face and you’re surprised at the look that’s there. Your lips are torn from biting them to keep the sounds to a minimum. Your eyes have tears brimming in the corners. Bakugou continues to lick and thrust, driving you mad.
“Please,” you beg, “Please fuck me.” You can’t believe you are actually begging him to fuck you. The very man you hated so much.
“Have you been good enough? Want to see yourself fucked out of your mind? Bakugou stands and grabs your jaw. You nod your head with the little movement you’re allowed. You hear Bakugou shed the rest of his hero attire but you don’t dare turn to look at him.
“Hurry,” you plead.
Bakugou wastes little time in lining up with your entrance and beginning at a brutal pace. Letting out a strew of curse words, you let out a long drawn out moan. Using a staccato beat, Bakugou grips onto your hips to lift you up off the floor and changes the angles. He sets yet another brutal pace and you drop your head in pleasure. Bakugou slides out and pulls your hair by the scalp, making you look at yourself.
“I said to keep looking,” He growls out and you lazily look up at your image in the mirror.
You’re definitely fucked out of your mind. Your hair is disheveled and saliva runs down your chin. Your breasts have come out of your bra and shirt, nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Bakugou hums in your ear and slides back in. He thrusts and thrusts until you’re almost screaming in unison with them. There’s a tension building in your core that is threatening to snap. You grip the vanity as hard you can before your tipping point is reached.
“Katsuki,” You cry, “I’m coming.”
“Fuck, me too.” He grunts and you’re both moaning as you come down from your high.
Everything is silent as you clean up, head out, and go your separate ways. You leave in the same car but never say a word to each other. Soon, you’re home and you pass out from exhaustion.
The next day? Well, gossip gets around quick.
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Haven't preached the gospel of Civilian Tim in a while >.> my boy would be so disappointed in me. I forgot about my boy! <:O
So consider!
Smol Tim! Knows he has to be SUUUPER careful. Mrs. Mac or his parents COULD find his Batman Notes and collection of blurry Baby's First Photographs, after all. So he keeps it vague. Never any names. Cryptic references. The works. Nothing that someone who doesn't know what HE knows, would understand.
But! He's also slightly less athletic then Cannon Tim. Or perhaps, Mrs. Mac is slightly less oblivious. She suspects Somethings Up(tm). Gets that distinct wiff of "child doing something they know they shouldn't behind my back". So waits in her car one night instead of actually going home like she usually does.
Oh dear lord.
Is he SNEAKING OUT!?
TIMMY!!!
Unfortunately, she picks the worst time to startle him. He's half way down the wall, having avoided the already Alarm Primed front door, from the SECOND FLOOR. The small child falls. Eats it, crushing a decorative bush.
This does NOT calm Mrs. Mac down.
He gets a concussion and one of two DOZEN hysterical calls to his parents from Mrs. Mac at the hospital. They think he's dying. Drop everything and rush back.
Are FURIOUS but relieved he's mostly okay.
His Dad, determined to figure out what the FUCK he thought he was doing, finds his Batman stuff. Tim sits, woozy, and wonders if he's watching his parent's Villian origin story as they rage and curse Batman out. His mom wants to shoot him.
It's decided (for him, no he does NOT get a say) that he is NOT staying in Gotham. Where God forsaken furries stalk the night, tempting innocent people's sons into running around the crumbling rooftops and too their early graves. Absolutely not. Tim is going to boarding school.
Tim doesn't WANT to go to boarding school.
But he doesn't get a say.
However... his parents? Do seem really excited? And spend lots of time with him looking over the options. Telling him stories about trips they took to countries near by. It's... it's actually kinda exciting. Nice, even.
And boarding school isn't even that bad.
No one makes fun of him for being quite or "new money". He makes friends. His parents VISIT since the airport isn't too far and they can plan lay-overs through it. He slowly forgets about the Heros of Gotham.
There are local Heros. They kinda suck. He keeps trying to send them notes on how to improve but somehow? They interpret it as a threat? God, they are dumb.
The trip that should have killed his parents? Never happens. Because there was an important event at the School and then CERTAIN local idiots failed to stop their telekinetic Villian from destroying all the planes. By the time his parents managed to reschedule? The local police in Haiti were desperately calling to warn them to Stay Put.
He graduates. Heads... well, he guesses "Home"? Back to Gotham. After a decade away. It's still just as Gothic, shitty, and creepy as always. His parents are out on their new dig, so? Place to himself~ Sweet.
Even if his old room is basicly untouched. Kiddy sheets and all. He'll need new everything. Which? As he pokes around? Leads him to finding his own HIGHLY Creepy? Cryptic, Possibly-Haunted, Horror Movie Notes(tm).
Baby Tim... WTF.
He remembers these. Remembers understanding them...
Does... NOT understand them now.
Huh.
He can? Sort of decipher them. Based off what he knows about himself at that age? It's "something, something, circus, something, Wayne's." And this other one just references Bats, which... kinda obvious. This is all clearly about BATman.
The question is? Does he CARE?
.....maybe a little bit.
Curse his insatiable curiosity. He collects Baby Him's creepy notes. The horror movie photographs. Starts making a list of furniture he'll need, and... Ding~ Dong~! Door? Who in gods name would be at the DOOR? Houses around here are massively spaced out.
He goes to check.
Standing there, in their work out clothes, is the unfairly gorgeous Dickie Wayne and sharply handsome young blood son, Damian Wayne. Life long neighbors. Haven't seen one of them since childhood, the other at ALL. Why are they at his house?
Hi?
Dickie is like getting hit by a semi-truck of Friendly. Tim feels an almost feline urge to hiss and bite the man to make him back off. The blood son just watchs. Sharp gaze an unfairly beautiful green, as he just? Seems to observe and consider. So, clearly no help there.
Dickie seems to think Tim is moving in? Is new? Wow. Way to be observant. Dude, the Drake's have lived next to your family since BEFORE TIM WAS BORN. We're just abroad a lot. We travel. Tim's just graduated. Is going to start his work in Drake Industries.
He gets a blank look from Dickie.
Damian at least know exactly what he's talking about. Was simply unaware that they were neighbors. Apologizes for Dickie's... He means well.
Tim has to laugh.
What a brutal kid. He likes him. They part ways. Tim doesn't notice the lingering looks or flushing cheeks, his fluffy and unguarded appearance has gotten him. Soft in a way nothing in Gotham or their lives ever is.
Tim gets to work. Modernizing the house and updating the furniture. Lots to buy and do, after all. Its exhausting. Thank god for the pool. And since it in the back, away from the road, he doesn't have to worry about all those absurd prudish drama queens he's met at the local market, getting food.
He can relax in a barely-there, string, bikini bottom. Topless. Soak in what little sun there manages to be.
Utterly entrance various Poor Bats, who are just trying to get their steps in. With so, so much soft and unmarked skin. Pretty little mosquito bite tits, the gentle curves and dips of his lounging body. Long legs, relaxed and sprawled teasingly open. Enough to torment but not enough to see.
They could never be that relaxed. Too many enemies. Too deeply ingrained to stay on gaurd. But there Tim lays, soaking up the sunshine with a drink and podcast. Utterly boneless.
A glimpse into another world. What they fight to protect. So different it... it almost become a fetish.
And it quickly does. Mentally playing house. Pretending civilian. They would go on dates and bring him flowers, they think, spying on him. Have dinners for two, cuddle on the couch, they imagine, as they break bones in the frigid rain. On and on. Them and their pretty civilian boyfriend.
The boy next door. Hallmark romances. Romantic novels. Fated encounters. Each of them framing it differently in their head. No less obsessive. Getting more by the day.
And Tim? Well, for him, things are feeling... Off(tm). His neighbors are? Weirdly friendly. He'd say cultishly friendly, but he doesn't even think they're religious. Yet his gut is SCREAMING "somethings not right here".
He can't figure out his creepy kid-self's notes. And it's starting to seem IMPORTANT. Because he HEARD that Brucie Wayne? Was a himbo. An idiot. But no one in that family reads as genuinely dumb to Tim. So why are they pretending? What are they HIDING? And??
Does it have something to do with how he keeps seeing the fuckin BATS around his house? His office? He's pretty sure they broke in. Found at least on bug. There might be cameras. He got kidnapped and like? Five! Of them showed up. FIVE.
Crowded super close to untie him, all lingering touches and predators grins.
Is he being hunted by vampires? Demons?
Bat people?!
How many times did they watch him masturbate before he realized there could be cameras!? And is he REALLY sure the shower is safe to get off in, now? It better be. He refuses to stop, just because he's being hunted by cryptids!
And off course~♡ Ivy, our Beloved. (We salute you o7) Oh dear and precious Bringer of Convenient Plot Devices. Escapes! Oh nooooo! And she was doing so well.
She hits? You guessed it! Drake Pharmaceuticals. The main branch of Drake Industries. Because a CERTAIN member of the Board has been lying about where he's been putting run-off. Like that's not a known death-sentence in Gotham. Are you KIDDING US, Geoffrey!?
Tim, bravely, tries to talk her down. Was already trying to fix other damage. WILL fix that. He didn't know. Please, Dr. Isely!
She thinks he's young and twink-y. Gives him a chance. Feeds Geoffrey to a plant. Chaos and Bats ensue.
But on no! Ivy definitely pulled the "remember. I can DESTROY YOU" card with her Chance(tm) and hit Tim with a Pollen dose. It's already been too long. Anti-agent will help, but? Ultimately not enough. Tim needs treatment.
......don't WORRY, Civilian! The Bats say with far more enthusiasm then the rightfully should, coming dangerously close to perky chirping. They are Here To Help~!
Odd, how Tim does NOT feel terribly safe, being stared down by the hungry eyes of Bat Cryptids. But also his skin feels like it's on slow fire and his insides hurt, soooo.... Make It STOP.
He's scooped up and dragged to the nap room he had set up connecting to his office. The don't stop CROWDING. Hands reaching out, stroking and touching. Gazes heavy enough to feel lewder the their hands, as they blatantly plot what they're going to do to him.
Batman, who by all accounts, is supposed to be the one to keep his various hellions in check, leading the charge. Seeming almost giddy as he carries Tim off. Gently dumps him on his napping bed.
He's surrounded.
They work together to get rid of "pollen contaminated clothing". Which is apparently everything. Hands are everywhere, making him whimper as they stroke oversensitive skin. Nightwing holding his head and neck still, plundering his mouth until he can't breathe.
Gloved hands are teasing his tits. Stroking his stomach. Holding his hands tight, to wrap it around something hard and hot. Thrusting against his palms. Legs being held open by strong hangs. Hearing Batman shift but being unable to move.
Embarrassing noises ripped out of him, back bowing, as squirming wet heat starts eating him out. Sucking, swirling, fucking in and out. None of the boys at school could EVER have come close. Tim finds himself twitching and coming apart embarrassingly fast.
Only it doesn't end.
He's never gone past one before.
The Pollens going to make sure EVERYONE gets a turn. Bruce barely holding back, while he stretchs him. The instant he decides it's enough, he's surging up, lining up and fucking himself in. Tim is utterly destroyed. Not a single Bat missing their golden chance to fuck Tim. Several times, at LEAST.
And of course? Once you have a taste of what you desire? Obsessions get so, SO much worse. A few more Pollen incidents that spring and summer? Well obviously, he's their Boyfriend now. Even if he doesn't know it.
It's all very horror movie, but the moster wants to bone you incoherent. Will Tim ever figure out the secret of the Waynes? Will he eventually be seduced by the constant, unexpected, but frankly mind-blowing dickings? Can orgasms win the day?
Who knows! Not me!
I just want them to obsess over Civilian Tim, fetishize his sexy Normal Life and hot bod, and (importantly) LOVINGLY gang bang the Timmy. He deserves to be the center of attention, you know? Get so, SO many orgasms. Be treated like a treasured princess of fuckies. Then cuddled for taking it so well, when they pounded him drooling and nearly to tears.
Give the Bats something to come home too! Their lives suck! They should have a Tim!
-🐼🐼🐼
them fetishizing civilian tim's life, growing more obsessed and voyeuristic with him!!😍😍
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Fragmented
Noah Sebastian x OFC
We made it. We fucking made it. The end of Leena and Noah’s story. It’s been a rollercoaster. The special, surreal story that this has become blows me away. To think that I started this with a broken heart and a silhouette of an idea.
Thank you to my regular, dedicated readers. Thank you to those who gave me feedback of any kind. Thank you to the friends I’ve made because of this story. For those of you who checked on me during this difficult time of my life.
Every last one of you reading this. Thank you.
After writing notes: I'M NOT CRYING MY EYES ARE SWEATING. For the love of God, listen to the title song the entire time.
I hope you like it. :)
Warnings: Fucking marshmallow fluff, my guy
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Part 12 - If I’m There
Two weeks. We had two weeks. Were we trying to figure it out? No. Were we talking about it? Nope. Were we acting as if the last six months had almost never happened?
Pretty much.
Mileena and Addison had all but moved back home with me, their things making their way back little by little every day.
‘I don’t want to annoy Lauren, her and Nick are living together now and she needs space!'
‘I just need a few things, I promise I’m not planning on crowding you.’
‘I can always move back into my place once the tenants leave. It’s no big issue.’
Yeah, I shot that one down pretty quick.
I was constantly reminding Leena that my girls being home made me happier than I had been all year, but she continued to be insecure and refused to believe me. Despite my reassurances, she still insisted that she would not assume I would forgive her for what she put us through this year, and that she still had making up to do.
Interesting perspective, given I had long forgiven her, and was now enjoying my days more than ever. I could write music with a clear head, I ate dinner with my daughter every night, I slept next to my best friend.
She had lost her mind entirely if she thought I was letting this slip away again.
I found myself thinking of her while I perused the grocery store, grabbing not only mine and Addison’s favorite snacks, but hers as well. Sour Punch Straws, blueberry bagels, and snack cheese. When I walked to the check stand, the bouquet of flowers stared at me, daring me to get them for her.
Was it too much? We hadn’t agreed we were back together. I was afraid to spook her. Was getting her flowers too forward?
But they were orange and black daisies…
So I walked out of that grocery store with her snacks, a can of her favorite flavor of Redbull, and a bouquet of Halloween color daisies.
Wow, I’ve become so fucking soft.
Didn’t matter. Because when I stepped in the doorway, and she came to help grab the bags from me, and she laid eyes on the arrangement in my hand, her eyes sparkled like I hadn’t seen in so long. She wasn’t even a flower person. She couldn’t keep a plant alive for longer than a week. But seeing the smile playing on her lips, I knew she was swooning back from the gesture.
Smart fucking move, Sebastian.
Our day passed easily, moving through motions fluidly while tossing small smiles at each other. We cooked dinner in the kitchen, singing and dancing to Addie’s favorite movie soundtrack (currently Moana), while she squealed in her high chair and bounced to the tune.
Bathing Addison was back to being a team effort, given she was trying to climb out of the tub every few seconds. I roared out laughing when Mileena slipped and fell on her ass into the water, soaking her sweats. She promptly pulled me in after, ensuring to spread bubbles over the top of my head. Addison watched on in wonder, not even understanding the fireworks exploding right in front of her.
At night, though? That’s when we felt it most. After the baby was asleep, and we had to exist alone together, the awkward silences always fell between us, leaving us to giggle nervously and go about our own business.
It was in those moments I would finally get a second to ask myself, where were we? Where does this leave us? Does she still want me? Was she feeling as elated as I was? Or was this all a temporary arrangement?
She changed into dry clothes, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping idly though Netflix for something compelling enough to play. She stepped out of the closet, stopping short in front of me.
“So, what are your plans?”
I quirked an eyebrow, eyes still fixed on the TV. “Plans?”
She leaned a hip on the dresser, folding her arms. “Yeah, like, what are you going to do with the rest of the night?”
Shrugging loosely, I set the remote down and looked at her. “I haven’t decided yet. Probably watch a movie.”
Chewing the inside of her cheek, she nodded slowly. “Okay, that sounds nice.”
What a strange conversation. It felt so forced.
“What about you?”
I could see her mind thinking behind her eyes. Words wanted to come out, but she wasn’t letting them. Eventually, she visibly gave up on whatever internal battle she was having.
“Ugh,” She sighed heavily. “I’ll probably just hang out.” And she began moving toward the doorway.
“Hey.” I called after her and she turned her head to look at me. “Want to hang out together?”
Existing together didn’t have to be hard. I watched the TV, catching up on One Piece, while she sat cross legged across the couch, laptop perched on her legs, chewing a Sour Punch Straw. We had been like this for an hour and a half.
The longer we sat here, the more I could feel myself burning to be closer to her. The distance between us just wasn’t working for me right now.
Her eyes were scanning the screen, clearly enthralled in whatever she was reading, as told by the way the corner of her mouth was pinched up in a small grin.
Disregarding the anime, I slid my body over to her, sprawling flat on my stomach and leaning my head near her lap.
“Whatcha reading?” I propped my head on the palm of my hand.
Her eyes flickered to me for a moment, and a sheepish grin crawled over her.
“A blog.”
My eyes tried to wrap to her screen, but failed given the angle. “About what?”
Considering for a moment, she gave me a look painted with mischief.
“About you.”
My eyes popped open. “Me?”
She cackled. “Not the real you.” This only confused me further, my face screwing up trying to figure out what she meant. “You ever had a Tumblr?”
I sat up then, crossing my legs in the same fashion as her. “When I was fifteen, maybe?”
Her giggles were uncontrollable. “Well, it still exists, and Laura asked me recently if I had ever looked to see how much fanfiction was written about you guys.”
My brain clicked into place. “You’re reading fanfiction? About me?”
She leaned back leisurely. “Some of these are very intriguing. I find it wildly entertaining.”
“Like what?”
Leena smirked, scrolling on her screen. “Well, there’s one on here that is crazy popular, about you falling in love with the lead singer of another band. I’m only four chapters in, but it’s actually really good.” She clicked on a link, a GIF of myself when my hair was long and pulled up in a claw clip popped up on the screen. “And this is one of the more tame ones.”
This piqued my interest. “Oh? How bad does it get?”
I watched as she slipped a little further into her hoodie, mildly embarrassed.
“I may or may not have found a large amount of smut written about you.”
My eyes bulged then, and my hands snatched the laptop off of her.
“No fucking way!”
I began scrolling, but her hands were grabbing at the laptop. She was shrieking at me to give it back while stopping to laugh. “Don’t Noah! You can’t read your own fanfiction! That’s some kind of crime against physics or something!”
I chuckled, lifting the computer out of her reach while she clawed at me.
“Why? Because it would break some kind of dimensional third wall?”
She continued her efforts while I chuckled at her.
“That or it’s extremely humiliating!”
“Worth it.”
She began climbing over me in her attempts to reach the laptop, which had me laughing even harder.
“Don’t drop my computer or I’ll kill you!” She growled at me. The threat resembled something you’d see in a cartoon, given how much smaller she was than me.
Still, somewhere inside me, I didn’t exactly doubt it.
“Only if you read me some of the dirty stuff.”
Her mouth fell open and eyes bugged out. “Excuse me?”
Lowering my brows, I brought the laptop closer to her reach. “Read me some smut about me.”
Her hand finally grabbed the edge of the computer, pulling it away as she fell back on her ass on the couch.
“Absolutely not.”
I made a show of pouting my lip out, and gave her my best rendition of sad puppy eyes.
“Please? I’m so fucking curious.”
She waved me off. “You’ve got a computer, read it yourself!”
I then narrowed my eyes and licked my lip. “That’s not as fun.”
She scoffed, sitting back, and smiled precariously. "Not happening, perv."
I rolled my eyes. "You are so boring."
Her tongue darted out between her lips and she scrunched up her nose to mock me. I took the opportunity to catch her off guard, tackling her around the midsection back onto the couch. This caused a small squeak out of her, and her hand quickly shelved the laptop on the coffee table. I sat up on my knees, straddling her waist, and stared down at her menacingly.
"You should know better than to make fun of me."
She pointed a finger while looking up at me. "You called me boring!"
Smirking, I lifted both hands, mimicking claws. "Now, say sorry for being a brat."
Her mouth fell open in disbelief. "I'm the brat? You're the one getting mad because I won't do what you want."
Without warning, my hands came down to grab at her sides, squeezing and tickling mercilessly while she shrieked, squirming underneath me.
"Noah! Stop it!"
My tongue caught between my teeth, I continued my attack, hitting all the right spots. "Nope. Not until you say sorry."
Breathlessly, she tried to speak. "I'm- fuck!" Her back arched off of the couch, pressing hard against my crotch, as she did all she could to get away from me. "I'm sorry!"
My hands stilled, and I squeezed her hips tightly. "Thank you, princess."
She caught her breath, chest rising and falling while she stared up at me, eyelids crested.
Just like that, the air was thick. It came screaming back to my attention that we hadn't touched each other, or even been this close, since the night we fucked after dinner, in this very spot. By the look I saw sparkling behind her eyes, she was realizing the very same thing.
My fingers still pressed into her sides, I lowered my face to reach her, pressing my nose into the side of her neck and nuzzling gently. I heard the slightest giggle escape her, and I let my hands wander up her sides. Laying myself down beside her, I let my lips begin dropping soft kisses on the skin just behind her ear. My arm, now laid across her stomach, felt the hard breath she exhaled.
Her hand fell on my arm, fingers gripping me and pulling me tighter against her.
Mileena turned her face to look into my eyes, and gave me the smallest smile I may have ever seen. My chest swelled, and I pulled her toward me, pressing my lips against hers gently. She reciprocated the kiss, lazily rolling to her side and tucking herself comfortably against me.
How long we stayed this way, limbs entwined and mouths connected, I'll never know. I only knew that it was so warm, and so sweet to have her hard pressed into my soul, and not preparing to run at any given moment.
Once we finally broke apart, I truly believe that we both were so comfortable, and so content, that we ended up dozing off wrapped around each other.
-
"Noah?" I could barely hear her voice over the spray of the shower.
"Yes?" I'm certain my words were muffled, as I was scrubbing soap over my face.
We had woken up, stiff and backs sore, about twenty minutes ago, still on the couch. The only way to loosen my muscles was with a boiling hot shower, so I allowed myself while Leena brewed the morning coffee and we waited for Addison to wake up.
"We need to talk."
The words struck a cord so deep inside me that I felt every bone in my body crack ever so slightly. My hands halted on my skin, and the water poured off of me. Thirty full seconds of silence followed, so I finally responded.
"About?"
"Us."
Fuck. She was going to run. She'd become so God damn flighty.
I turned the water off, despite that I still hadn't washed my hair, and swung the curtain open to see her standing, arms crossed, staring at me with deep brown eyes mimicking a doe crossing a highway. She looked me up and down, maybe lingering a fraction of a second longer on my cock.
I grabbed the towel from the rack, and waved a hand at her. "Okay, what do we need to talk about?"
Blinking a few times, she stepped back to give me room to climb out of the shower.
"Well," She cleared her throat. "I've been thinking," I could see the nerves radiating off of her in waves. "we need to decide what we're doing."
I cocked an eyebrow at her after shaking my hair out. "We do?"
This drug a sigh out of her. "Yes? We can't live in limbo forever."
"Define 'limbo', because I thought it was pretty clear." I was taking a chance with my choice of words, but I was going to run with it.
"Clear? I'm kind of living here again, we had sex, we made out for like half an hour last night, but..." She trailed off while following me to the closet.
"But...?"
I disappeared into the open closet. "But," She paused, and I imagined that she was making her frustrated face. "we never resolved anything."
"What do we need to resolve?" I pulled my Henley over my head. "I thought we both made a solid effort to grow from the whole thing."
"Okay, but the original issue-"
I cut her off as I popped out of the closet. "Was Rachel. And she's obviously been dealt with." I pointed to her. "You made sure of that." I smirked, and I saw a slow blush creep up her neck.
"Rachel wasn't the issue. Or the whole issue." She was sitting on the dresser now.
"Alright, so let's talk about it." I dropped down on the edge of the bed, and put my palms up in the air, opening the floor.
She leaned back against the wall, hands folded in her lap, and looked down to the floor. "If we get back together, I don't know how to do this." She shrugged. "The touring, the being alone, all of the girls. It's a lot, Noah."
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, chin on my hands.
"I feel like I could lose you at a moment's notice. What if you meet someone out there on the road? Someone better? That won't be sitting at home tying you down?"
I just shook my head. "Mileena, I don't want anyone else. Or anything else. You, Addie, and Angel. That's it for me. I don't need anything else."
"I know you say that, and when you do, I believe you. My mind just wanders when I'm at home. It starts with the thoughts, small and ridiculous. But then they grow. You forget to call, or I see a video of you talking to a girl. Then my mind goes wild, and I just don't know how to deal with it. It's maddening." She scrubbed her hands over her face. "It makes me feel insane."
"Hmm," I perused this. My brain was racing, trying to figure out what I could do to reassure her. "I offered to quit."
Her eyes popped open. "No. Absolutely not. I wouldn't allow it."
"Why not?"
"Because, Noah. As much as I love being with you, and would kill to have you all to myself all of the time, I love you too much to see you quit the one thing that makes you that kind of happy." She stared at me, no ounce of falter on her face. "You were meant to do this, and I refuse to let you stop because of me."
Well, hard to argue that.
"Okay, so what is it that bothers you most? What is your worst case scenario?"
Leena looked positively defeated when she spoke, which caused a thin fracture to run through my heart.
"That you won't love me anymore. Won't want to come home to me. That I'll lose you."
"And what can I do? What will show you that it's just not fucking possible?" I begged.
"I don't know. I don't think anything can."
How did we get here? We were so unified. A solid, strong, bulletproof team that could take on anything. And without much effort on either part, we had shattered like glass. We were broken. Our love had fragmented, and even if we tried to keep it together, I just couldn't get the fucking pieces to stick.
Unless...
I jumped off of the bed, the idea sparking through me as a bolt of lightning. It startled her, and she gave me a concerned look.
"I've got to go somewhere." I grabbed my shoes from their place next to the bed.
"What?" I could see the look in her eyes, as if I just swept the rug from under her.
I stopped as I began to brush past her, dropping a hand on her shoulder.
"I'll only be gone a little bit. Back by dinner, I promise."
Her mouth fell open. "Noah, I didn't mean to-"
I clapped a hand over her mouth, forcing her to stop.
"Shhh, nope. Stop. Not right now. I promise, we will finish this conversation, just not right now. Not today."
Releasing her mouth, I bounded out of the room, and trotted down the stairs.
"Wait!" I looked back up at her, at the top of the banister. "The bounce house will be here in an hour!"
"Have them put it in the backyard."
She rolled her eyes. "My Dad's flight gets in at 7."
"And I will be there to pick him up."
She growled. "Where are you going?"
I threw a wink at her before slipping out of the front door.
"You really think this is going to work?" Nick's voice was skeptical, to say the least, as we walked through the mall. "Leena's not one for gifts, you know."
My hands were in my pockets, my nerves making me rip at the cuticles. "Dude, it fucking has to." I chewed my bottom lip. "Where the fuck is this place?!"
"Relax, dude. It's at the very back of the mall." He walked comfortably next to me. "How did this come up, anyway?"
"Dude, I can't get into it or I may fucking pussy out. Let's just go over the plan again?"
He rolled his eyes. "Laura and I will get to the party twenty-minutes late so Mileena is pissed and distracted. I'll have the 'gift' in the car." He quoted himself. "I'll discreetly go grab it during presents. And after cake, you'll give it to her."
I nodded. "What if she hates it?"
He shook his head, laughing to himself. "I don't know, but if she starts flipping out? I am gone."
-
A two-year old's birthday party is a weird setting on it's own, let alone on a day like today. Sun shining, slightly chilly, light breeze. Weird day. Scary day. Potentially earth-shattering day.
Attempts to avoid Mileena's interrogations last night after I got home were only successful due to her Dad being there and keeping her distracted. He didn't know what the plan was. No one did. I was going to catch her so far off-guard, I had hoped it would be just fucking good enough to get her to not lose her shit.
It was a risk.
But what's life without a little risk?
"Happy birthday to you!" Everyone in the room chanted as Mileena walked through the dining room, cake lit with two individual blue candles on the cake holding Bluey's face on top.
"Happy birthday dear Addison." I stood to stand behind her, hand on the small of her back, watching the subtle tears pool at the corner of her eyes.
"Happy birthday to you!" Addie was absolutely enamored, eyes wide and two teeth shining brightly in the glow of the flames.
Leena and I both bent down on either side of where she sat in her highchair, and blew out the candles, earning a round of applause from the large crowd gathered in my home, all here to celebrate this sweet little life we had created.
Once the lights came back up, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face while she cut the cake, and placed a thick slice on Addie's high chair. We all watched her smush the cake with her hands, shoveling it into her mouth, as we enjoyed our own pieces.
Folios took it upon himself to pull her out of the chair, and take her in to the bathroom to clean her up. Mileena followed to assist.
I stood, nearly trembling now, watching as various children and a few adults bounced in the inflatable house in front of me, taking up most of my backyard. My mind was being pulled in so many different directions. What if she hated it? What if she screamed? What if she ran away? What if I fucked up, again?
A hand clapped the back of my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Hey, man." Jolly stood next to me, beer in hand, smiling proudly. "Our girl is two now, hard to believe."
I smiled, baring all of my teeth. "Right? Getting too big, too fast."
He nodded, pulling from the bottle. "You good? You seem a little shaky."
"Yeah," I shrugged, trying to even my breathing. "just thinking."
"Not second thoughts, I hope?" Jolly bumped me with his elbow.
"Not exactly. I can't return it. I just..." I trailed off.
"What, man? What are you so worried about?"
I sighed. "I don't know, dude. What if it doesn't work? What if she leaves again?"
Jolly shook his head firmly. "No. She won't."
My head fell back, frustrated. "You don't know that. You don't know her like I do."
Another gulp of his beer down. "I don't, but I know you."
I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Man, no two people look at each other the way you guys do. No man feels guilty for just thinking about another woman the way you did. No woman is willing to sacrifice her own happiness for someone else's the way she was." He glanced back over his shoulder at where she had emerged, setting Addison free to go back in the bounce house.
She looked like heaven. Black plain short-sleeved t-shirt. High-waisted white pleated skirt. Long raven hair falling loosely over her shoulders with just the lightest wave to it. No makeup. Chocolate brown eyes shining in what was left of the sunlight.
That was mine. I needed it. I needed it forever.
"The way you're looking at her now." I was brought back to the conversation with Jolly. "That there?" He pointed with his index finger that held the bottle. "That's it for you, man. Don't second guess yourself."
That was it. That was all I needed.
My feet were pulling me toward her, purpose pushing me every step over the grass. She was sitting in a chair, leaning forward to hear what Laura was telling her from where she sat across the table. She was smiling. Fuck, I'm so weak when she's smiling.
I can do this. I can fucking do this.
"Hey, Noah!" Laura's voice brought Mileena's attention to me, craning her neck to stare, a smile still gracing her lips.
"Hey, you okay?"
I gave Laura a small wave, and looked at Leena. "Yeah, why?"
She smirked, turning her body fully toward me. "You look like you're about to be sick."
I was. Absolutely was going to vomit.
"I'm good, I just need to, uh" I scratched the back of my head, which made her raise an eyebrow. "I wanted to..."
I couldn't look at her, which made her suspicious.
"Noah?"
"Huh?" I finally returned her gaze.
"What's going on?"
Closing my eyes for a second, I took a slow, deep breath, and righted myself.
I can fucking do this.
"Can we talk?" I reached a hand for her, which she took, and I caught the shadow of the look that crossed Laura's face. She had made me, I knew she had, but she wouldn't say it out loud.
Leena stood, following as I led her to the middle of the yard, away from too many prying ears, but still within eyesight of the party.
"What's up?" She was confused, and that was okay.
By this time, we had caught the attention of most partygoers, who I could see whispering amongst themselves and watching. I also noticed the music on the Bluetooth had stopped, no doubt to hear what was happening. Nosey fuckers.
I turned so she could face me, back to everyone else.
"I told you that we would finish our conversation from yesterday morning."
She scoffed. "Now? Shouldn't we wait until everyone leaves?"
I shook my head. "No, because if I wait any longer I might actually explode."
Her head cocked slightly to the side, confused. "I'm not following."
"I know. You're not supposed to. I'm bad at keeping secrets, so it's kind of crazy I managed over twenty-four hours without you figuring it out." I smiled a small, hesitant grin.
"What?"
"Mileena, you said that you were afraid that one day, I wouldn't love you anymore? That I won't want to come home to you, and you'll lose me, right? You remember?" My words were spilling over each other, and she was struggling to keep up.
"Yes...?" She was so hesitant. My stomach flipped backwards. What if it didn't work?
"And when I asked what I could do to show you that wasn't possible, you said you didn't know?"
She just nodded. I grabbed her hands.
"Well," I inhaled a big breath. "I don't know either."
Her eyes twitched slightly, like she was waiting on a startle that never came.
"You don't?"
"I don't." I let one hand go, reaching into my sweatshirt pocket. "But," I ran my fingers over the cube, velvet over the pad of my thumb, before I removed it from it's hiding place. "I've got an idea of where to start."
Her eyes darted down to my hand, and the shock blazed over her face.
"What the fuck is that?"
I wasn't going to let it deter me. We've come too far. I sunk down, as traditional as ever.
"Mileena," My hands presented it to her, cracking it at the hinge, the black, coffin-shaped onyx perched on the rose gold band, encrusted with crystals, on full display to her. "it's not that I can't live without you."
"Holy fuck..." Her mouth hung open, eyes glued to the ring in my hands.
"I have just come to learn that I don't fucking want to."
"Noah," The tears began to form. "what are you doing?"
"I'm making it official. No more questions. No more limbo."
She only responded with a small, breathless, squeak.
"Mileena Jane Richards, will you marry me?"
Silence can be so loud sometimes, but here? In that moment? The entire world was without a single, utter sound.
I stared at her, it was all I could do, as I watched the gears turn. Process what I had just asked. And every passing millisecond, I was sure my heart would explode.
"Yes."
And if you're there, to catch me when I fall, then maybe hell ain't so bad after all.
The End
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