#march madness prompts

[5ivebyfive]

March Prompt Madness

March 10 - comet Power Rangers 2017

The six Rangers sat around the campfire together, but it wasn’t burning. The night sky above them had all of their attention. “So when’s this thing supposed to happen?” Kim asked.

“Any minute,” Billy cheered, clapping his hands. “This comet hasn’t passed Earth in hundreds of years.”

“Seriously?” Zack asked. “Kim you’ve asked that five times now and Billy’s answered the same thing five times. Can you can it?” Kim pouted.

“Trini, tell Zack to leave me alone,” she said. She leaned back against Trini from where she sat on Trini’s lap.

“Zack, leave Kim alone,” Trini said. “And Kim, stop askin’ okay? It’ll happen soon.” 

“Now Trini,” Tommy said, “you know Kim is the most impatient person in the world.”

“I am not!” Kim gasped. “Okay…well, maybe I am, but I like to think of it more as…enthusiastic for the passage of time.”

“You’re full of it,” Zack said with a laugh.

“Jase? Ruling?” Tommy asked.

“Kim, you’re impatient,” he said. “Sorry.”

“I see. Everyone is against me!” Kim jabbed her arrow in the air which she had been playing with in her lap. Her bow lay in her lap flat. Trini shrieked. 

“Watch where you’re wavin’ that thing!” She cried out. “You almost got me. Again!”

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“Stop fighting,” Billy said to the two. “You’ll miss the comet.” At the mention, all six looked up again.

“What if we missed it?” Tommy asked, egging the others on.

“No! We can’t!” Billy said in horror. “We won’t have another chance in our lifetimes!”

“Yeah, I didn’t sit out in this cold all night not to see some fiery ball of…space,” Zack said. He leaned over to the cooler and grabbed another bottle of beer, also passing one to Trini. Trini nodded in thanks and popped it open. She reached up and grabbed the arrow from Kim after another near miss.

“Kim, if you don’t-”

“Did we really miss it?” Kim asked. She turned around and tried to get the arrow back from Trini who was holding it as high in the air as she could. “You know my arms are longer than yours,” she said to Trini.

“Don’t poke Trini’s eye out, Kim. We all have training tomorrow and no one is excused for any reason,” Jason said.

“You’d think missing an eye would be a pretty good excuse,” Tommy said, rubbing her chin.

“I am not going to poke Trini’s eye out,” Kim huffed. She reached above Trini and yanked the arrow back. “Mine,” she said, stroking it.

“Zordon’s worst mistake was giving you that weapon,” Zack said, rolling his eyes.

“Really? I thought it was giving you a zord,” Kim shot back, sticking out her tongue. 

“Can this thing just happen already?” Trini grumbled. She sipped her beer. “I’m over it.” Then it happened. The butt of Kim’s arrow stabbed Trini in the forehead. “Kim!” She reached up to cover the spot where it hit her. “That hurt!”

“Big baby,” Kim said. “It didn’t hurt that bad.”

“Are you me?!” Trini asked. “Put that damn thing down or go sit with Jason.”

“She’s not sitting next to me,” Tommy said. “Not when she has that in her hands.”

“Kim, you’re not even supposed to have that right now,” Jason pointed out to her. “You’re supposed to leave it on the ship.”

“I told Zordon I needed a little more practice,” Kim said with a shrug.

“Liar,” Zack cackled.

“Kimberly Hart!” Trini barked, after yet again getting poked in the head. “Put that on the ground or we’re breaking up!”

“Ouch,” Tommy jeered. “Way to wear the pants, T!”

“But they’re both wearing pants,” Billy said.

“We did not bring enough beer for this,” Zack said.

“Do we have to make so much noise?” Jason asked.

“Look!” Billy cried out, pointing into the sky. They all fell silent and their heads fell back as the stared up at the sky and watched the comet sail across it. No one even breathed until it was out of sight.

“Wow,” they all gasped.

“That was awesome, B,” Zack said, clapping Billy on the back.

“Rewind it, go again!” Tommy shouted, throwing her fists in the air.

“Oh god,” Jason sighed. “The silence was nice while it lasted.”

“Kim! Get that out of my face!” Trini yelled.

“Or what?” Kim asked. “You wouldn’t break up with m-”

SNAP.

#power rangers 2017 #trimberly #march madness prompts #my fics #otp; trimberly against the world #power rangers 2017 tag

[eurydicees]

hey besties!!! as you may or may not know, it is currently march madness! it's like a sports thing or smth. idk. i just like making brackets. SO submit a character/situation here for me <33333

top two winners of bracket #1 are getting smushed into the main pairing for a fic, the premise of which will be the winner of bracket #2. sorry for the influx of posts but also i'm not that sorry, please submit.

#pwease 🥺 #rb for more submissions if u feel #also more details as to how this will run r in the form !!! #fic prompt march madness 2024

[batmanrogues-scenarios]

Comic Con headcanons with Jervis? 👀 Congrats on the milestone, Pati! Here's looking forward to the next 500!

Thank you! I feel he would love it there.

Fanatic in Wonderland

He was hyped when S/O proposed to comic con. He is more of book lover but loves the art. Probably read some comic based on Alice in Wonderland.

Making checklist to be sure they have everything (water, tissues, clothes for change in case).

Still dresses up in his Hatter attaire but let's S/O choose what they want to wear. Can even help with their costume!

Makes the trip there fun experience by itself, stopping for dinner and playing games.

When they got there his eyes are sparkling at all the stuff that's going around. So much 'Ohh' or 'Ahh'.

Definitely takes photos with cosplayers and if someone asks for photos with him he is crying.

He buys a lot of books and comics, he saved money for this occasion. Also plushies, for him and S/O.

Ultimately have great time and wants to do it again.

#500 milestone #500 prompts #jervis tetch x reader #mad hatter x reader #march-harrigan

[avatar-march-madness]

Prompt Reveal

Here are the prompts! Keep in mind that you don’t have to create for each day, but please wait to post prompt fills until their corresponding day (with the dialogue prompts being the exception — feel free to post them any day during the event).

The full prompt list is below the cut.

Vanilla Week:

3/12: Feather-Light or Whisper

3/12: Feather-Light or Whisper

3/13: Love Marks or Tender

3/14: PDA or Body Appreciation

3/15: Honeymoon or Touch

3/16: Hair or Undress

3/17: Kiss or Celebration

3/18: Candlelight or Senses

Kink Week:

3/19: Tied Up or Desperation

3/20: Scratches or Risky

3/21: Throat or Secret

3/22: Restrained or Marks

3/23: Lust or Anywhere But the Bed

3/24: Switch or Release

3/25: Experimenting or Mirror

Dialogue Prompts:

“You have to be quiet.”

“I want you.”

“I’m yours.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Keep your eyes open, look at me.”

“Touch me.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“On your knees.”

“How many times would you like to come tonight?”

“Louder, let me hear you.”

“Say it.”

#avatarmarchmadness #spicy #avatar march madness #smut event #prompts #avatar fandom event #minor dni

[my-shields-are-down]

Peace

Diana was freaking out..

The “fearless foursome” were about to surprise their parents with a major surprise and it was all her idea and she was terrified it was going to backfire spectacularly.  What if they weren’t happy?  What if she really let them down?

She glanced at her husband and brother and both were smiling and laughing with Patrizia who adjusted the bow on her present again and fiddled with the dahlia’s in her hair.

Diana starts to have a panic attack.  Tears form at the back of her throat and she cannot catch her breath.  “Goddammit.  I’m the SVP of cultural affairs for a multi-billion dollar Macau based gaming company” she thought to herself.  “I’m married to my best friend, and my best friend is married to my brother and they are all happy and ready to go and I’m afraid they won’t like it.  I’m afraid I’ve let them down again.”

Diana can feel tears streaming down her face.  She can’t catch a breath.  She starts pulling her thick blonde hair out from its intricate updo, tossing the azaleas and peonies on the ground when she feels her husband’s nimble fingers run up her spine like they are playing a scale on their grand piano - that he’s playing an unnamed song he wrote to calm her down.  The same fingers that tossed hundreds of footballs to her elder brother in college - making UCLA unbeatable for two years in a row.  The fingers that also will play "Happy Birthday” on his acoustic guitar in under an hour, fingers that turn her toward him, and grab her hand….  Placing his hand on her heart and hers on his and whispering to her “Diana - honey.  I promise they are going to love it.  They already love you.  Everything is beautiful. All the family is here.  Breathe with me honey.  Please breathe with me.” 

Diana has had panic attacks ever since she was little and got separated from her mom at the zoo.  She thought Lucy had left her there on purpose because she didn’t look like Kai, that she wasn’t great and silly like TJ, that she was just boring Diana.  It didn’t help that the zoo lady hadn’t believed she and Lucy were related  - until Diana had started talking to Lucy in perfect Mandarin taught to her by her NaiNai Vanessa.  That shut the zoo lady right on up, but did nothing to quell the panic in both Lucy and Diana.  For she didn’t realize that losing sight of Diana for those 5 minutes were the longest, most terrifying moments of Lucy’s life.  Thousands of times worse than the faint memories of dying in that barrel.

Lucy loved Diana so much and had panic attacks of her own from that day forward.  Usually late at night, usually in nightmares where Diana is never found.  Lucy wakes up screaming for her and only calms down when she can text Mateo and get a picture of her sleeping daughter or if she can grab the stuffed giraffe she keeps in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. 

Diana’s fear of being unwanted, of being left behind is actually what spurred this idea in the first place. Just like Lucy had done with Tamara, both Diana and Mateo and Patrizia and Kai had adopted little girls from their respective grandmothers’ home countries - little potatoes with shocks of black hair, floral binkies and blankets. The two little girls were being introduced to the extended family at Tim and Wesley’s joint birthday party in just a few minutes.  

Kai finally turns and notices that Diana is as white as a sheet.  He texts their little brother for reinforcements - SOS.  Need you, chocolate and fresh flowers for Diana.  <panic>  

Five minutes later TJ shows up and steps in front of his older sister.  He meets her eyes and smiles at her.  The remaining group members step away - the men check on the bundles wrapped in floral blankets and Patrizia fixes Diana’s hair.    TJ wordlessly calms his sister down and tells her the parents have no idea.  They just know the presents are arriving by special delivery from Mexico and China.  The fearless foursome have been living overseas for the past two years - and neither the Evers nor the Bradfords know that their elder children are arriving with children of their own.  

“Diana - what you’ve done for them - for the parents, grandparents and the babies is nothing short of miraculous.  You’ll be giving them the biggest gift second only to knowing and loving us kids - we are pretty spectacular ourselves.  Your heart, if possible, is bigger than mom’s, bigger than Aunt Angela’s. They love you so, so much.  I wish you could see that. Sweet girl, please stop crying.  I smuggled your stuffed goat from your bedroom to dry your eyes.”

Diana snorts out a bark of laughter upon seeing Gerald IV in her brother’s hands.  He’s the only one besides Mateo who can calm her down when she panics.  She nods at him and then at her best friends and asks for 5 minutes to “fix her face.”

—---------

While Diana is in the bathroom, TJ moves through Patrice’s house calling everyone outside and has his dad and uncle Wesley sit in the barcaloungers that have been pulled from the movie lounge out onto the back deck for the birthday boys to open their presents.  There is much grumbling and whining from Wesley and Tim as they complain of fake aches and pains, both a little sad that two of their three kids aren’t there to celebrate with them again this year.  

Tim looks around and notices the grandparents are here.  They don’t usually come to these parties as they are all in their 80s and 90s.  But Vanessa, Patrick, Patrice and Angela’s mom Emilia are all here.  He brushes it off, until his youngest son TJ steps up and tells everyone “to close their eyes.  The big presents from overseas are being rolled in right now.  Go on, close your eyes, Dad - no peeking.”  

Tim closes his eyes and feels Lucy standing behind him, her hands on his shoulders.  He knows she’ll look, she can’t help herself.  

He feels the excitement get closer and closer as people start to murmur.  He can tell when Lucy and Angela open their eyes by the collective gasp that leaves them simultaneously.  Tim turns and looks up at Lucy to make sure she’s ok and he’s never seen that look on her face before.  “Luce, are you ok?  What’s going on?” Tim hears Wesley say, “no way.”

Tim finally turns around and sees his daughter smiling at him and placing a baby in his arms.  Tim instinctively grabs the young potato flashing back through that stage for all three of his kids.  The wild hair, the binkies, the colorful blankets, the snot, the poop, the eardrum piercing cries.  “Wha- why are you handing me a baby?”

Diana smiles shyly at her parents and at Angela and Wesley and says, “Please say hello to your grandchildren - girls we adopted from their home countries.  In Wesley’s arms, we have Emilia Joy Evers from Mexico City and in your arms dad, we have Vanessa Hope Bradford from Shanghai.  Bonus present, all four of us are moving back to Los Angeles, so we will be taking you all up on offers to babysit.

I got the idea when I was 8 andI heard Mom telling NaiNai about Tamara.  Mom - You’ve always been my biggest inspiration and while I may never forgive you for removing my bedroom door after catching Mateo and I making out in there on my 14th birthday, I have always tried to live my life so you’d be proud of me - so you would always come find me at the zoo.”

That last comment strikes straight through Lucy’s heart.  She stands up and pulls Diana aside.  

“Diana - I didn’t leave you at the zoo - we got separated.  You were chasing baby chickens and I lost sight of you. I died that day when I couldn’t find you. And that stupid woman who said I wasn’t your mom because you didn’t look like me?  I wanted to punch her out.  But then you told me about the fluffy chicks in perfect mandarin - like it was no big deal.    I still have nightmares and panic attacks that I don’t ever find you.  You are my dream come true. I know I tend to favor the boys, but you are the living embodiment of my heart.  Don’t you know that?  You are my reason for living.  I love being your mom - it’s why I was put on this planet.  To love you.”

“I have panic attacks too mom.  I had one right before we came out here.  TJ and Mateo helped me calm down.  I was afraid you and Dad wouldn’t like your gift - because it came from me.” Lucy wraps her arms around her girl and says, “We love her more, because she came from you.  Honey- look at your dad.  He may never give Emilia back to Angela and Wesley.  Look at how happy and at peace he is.  YOU did that.  You, my big hearted, beautiful girl.” 

#chenford fanfiction #chenford #chenford au #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim & lucys kids marry angela and wesleys kids #adoption stories #chenford march madness 2023 - tim meets his grandkids #doubt #panic attacks #like mother like daughter #meet the bradford kids - kai diana + tj #meet the evers kids - jackson mateo and patrizia #china = diana and mateo #mexico = kai and patrizia #best friends #fearless foursome #one word prompt = chenford one shot

[lordoftherazzles]

If you’re wanting some MM prompts…I’ve got the best one 👀

“Which one do I hit?!”

Little drabbles with less than 1k words is my goal for these March Madness prompts, and that's hard to do for me! 😂😂😂 So, small snapshots of scenes from various AUs, and this one is from one you can appreciate. (Bookbinder//Songwriter, huehuehuehue)

Each day was different. A routine had been set and while sometimes that routine needed to be jostled around and tweaked for the unexpected, Bilbo was excited for it. For instance, every Sunday evening was dedicated to cooking together (but more importantly, teaching Thorin how to cook anything at all without burning the place to the ground) and enjoying a movie or catching up on shows. Mondays and Wednesdays were dedicated to band practice, and sometimes Fridays and Saturdays for gigs, and then you had Tuesday for Bilbo’s newfound book club–which Thorin insisted on attending. So that left Thursdays for a little them time.

Or ‘Game Night’ as Bilbo had offered up.

Now, going into the idea of ‘game night’, it didn't revolve around sports, but actual games, whether of the board variety or electronic. Sometimes they had guests over for cards or board games, whether it was Dis and the boys, or some of Thorin’s bandmates. But sometimes it was nice to keep things quiet for just the two of them, and if Thorin or Bilbo were feeling particularly impish…well, playing with one another made something of a game…didn’t it?

Today’s idea of game night had been simple. They’d ordered takeout, plopped onto the sofa, and well, in Bilbo’s case, he was currently watching Thorin struggle with a controller in his hands. The poor guy was hunched over, his fingers moving along the buttons and joysticks with no real idea of what he was doing, and the way his face was scrunched up nearly had Bilbo in a fit of tears.

“Which one do I hit!?” Thorin barked, annoyed from here to kingdom come.

“The one that’s hitting you!” Bilbo shouted with a laugh infiltrating his voice as he pointed to the screen where poor Thorin’s character was being massacred by a giant, a bear, and some lone soldiers along a cobblestone road. “This is why you don’t aggro everything you see–”

“They aggroed me first!”

The sound of a growl from the television had Thorin shrieking, and as Bilbo’s eyes caught a glimpse of the agitation, as well as the panic settling in, his lips kept twitching in amusement. Right until that sound he had heard tonight time and time again rang from the television. There went Thorin’s character sailing into the sky after having been launched by a giant’s club like a very epic game of golf.

Luckily, Bilbo was quick to jut his hands out to clasp over Thorin’s before an expensive controller could be thrown. “Let’s…not do that.”

“I hate this fucking game. I’m no good at it!” Thorin lamented as he let Bilbo take the game controller from him before slouching into the sofa in as dramatic of a display as ever. His hands rubbed at his eyes and an annoyed groan escaped his lips. “When you suggested game night, I thought you meant something like…checkers.”

“Wow, and they say I’m the boring one,” Bilbo sighed with a roll of his eyes. “Just give it some time, you’ll get the hang of it if you really want to.” All it took was practice, just like everything else in life. “If you can learn to play the guitar as well as you do, you can learn to play a few video games, and not suck, I promise.” Leaning back and against Thorin’s side, nuzzling up beneath the dramatic musician’s chin, Bilbo gently plopped that controller onto his boyfriend’s stomach before glancing upward to catch a bit of Thorin out of the corners of his eyes. “We can play a different game? One with less shouting, both in game and on the sofa?”

“No, no, I’m going to get it,” Thorin huffed, partially annoyed, but some of that moodiness about him had been quelled by the close snuggling that came his way. “When do I get to fight a dragon?”

“After you learn basic controls, and stop poking giants…and bears…and random NPCs–” Poked right in the belly, Bilbo gave an involuntary squeak before his eyes flashed somewhat dangerously at Thorin’s cheeky face. “On second thought, go poke all of them and leave me out of this.”

It was Bilbo’s annoyed little sigh that truly sent Thorin chuckling. Sometimes it was easier to tease than to be teased, wasn’t it? Cocking an eyebrow at the glare he was still receiving, he had determined then and there to give this game night thing another try, even if it meant being launched into the virtual sky by an angry giant. “When we’re done here tonight, I’m going to be the greatest Dragonborn to ever live.” After all, who didn’t love the idea of becoming a world-famous dragon slayer? Even if that reality was saved for the virtual world.

“You are very good at shouting.”

“Only when I’m with you, of course,” Thorin teased, a rise and fall of his brows before being smacked in the chest as another exasperated sigh left his boyfriend at the implication, but if he wasn’t mistaken, the corners of Bilbo’s lips were turned upward. Not that he had ever been truly annoyed. “Alright–” sitting forward, shoving another forkful of food into his mouth, Thorin returned to his hunched over state of concentration, “–now, walk me through this again?”

With a little patience (on both of their parts) and determination, game night would become a success. No checkers necessary!

#raz answers #sunnyrosewritesstuff #bagginshield #thilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #modern!au #fic: bookbinder//songwriter #razzledrabbles #not quite the battle prompt people probably imagined huh? #i really just want to help boost my agenda for this march madness thing

[ekwolfwriter-blog]

Side Kick Hero Katara has seen many things in her tenor of being a knight in the war efforts against the dragon-born enemies. But never in her wildest dreams would she find herself forming a close bond with a dragon-born turned traitor man named Zuko that offers his service to her. And never before had she found herself wanting him the way he wants her.

And tonight, they will become one.

First posting for Avatar March Madness event and just NSFW word in general. So pretty excited and curious to see how this goes. Enjoy!

#avatar march madness #one shot #smut prompts #zutara fic #alternate universe #dragons #knights #love these idiots #bigger story idea #smut event

[cepheusgalaxy]

He used the laptop all day today as well >:(

#i hate it hate it hate it when he does this #i didnt like todays prompt so i was gonna catch up and then i was supposed to let him have it for the afternoon #despiste he having had it for the WHOLE MORNING #because he was gonna play some stupid game with a friend today #im so so so fucking mad #swearing in tags #rambles #hate tag #i guess #and tomorrow we have to go back to class so #*grits teeth* #i wont have time to use the stupid laptop and in march we go back to all-day school so ill have LESS time #meanwhile he always uses it *facepalm emoji*

[dcxdpdabbles]

Freelance Inventor Part 2

Dedicated to @jimmysorsprinkles Thank you for enjoying my random dabbles. I saw that you wanted more Dads, Danny/Bruce, who are unknowingly co-parenting, so here it is! (set during the first prompt through the years of Danny just being a dad whenever he's home)

"I just don't know what to do," Bruce admits, watching Dick stomp about in tiny angry circles, muttering in his native tongue under his breath. He's been out there for about a half hour, doing laps in the yard. Danny knows he deliberately chose to do so under the window leading to Bruce's office.

The kid definitely wanted his guardian to know he was mad at him .

It was the fact Dick was unconsciously hunching his shoulders, curling his fist, and even raising his knee slightly higher than he needed for his stomps that were a nod to Bruce whenever the man was upset.

It seemed like Dick had picked up habits from Bruce during his short time here. If anything, Danny thought it rather cute if it weren't for the fact Dick was so upset.

"What happened?" He asked, standing beside Bruce, overlooking the pre-teen throwing a fit.

Bruce's frown is sharp and hinted with just the edge of uncertainty that anyone who didn't know him well would have dismissed. "He was being reckless in one of our extreme sports, and when I rightfully scolded him for it, he took it as me not trusting him."

Danny tilts his head, considering. It's been over three years since he became acquainted with the Waynes, and in that time- between his travels, his inventing, and his general desire to learn all he could in any way he could- he noticed that Dick was very quick to anger as a defensive mechanism.

This clashed horribly with Bruce's own mechanism- which was shutting down or at least emotionally wise. While Dick sneered and raged against the world, Bruce tried his best to forget he was human and detached himself from the situation.

Which wouldn't be so bad if it didn't feed into Dick's insecurities or Bruce's anxiety when they both reacted to adverse situations.

He has spoken to Jazz about it, and his sister has given him some advice that has helped him smooth things over with the young boy. Empathizing and paraphrasing the boy's issues was a big step in letting him feel heard and his feelings acknowledged.

For Bruce, he treated him like a ghost who had never seen a human. Plenty of ghosts were never human, were born in the ghost zone, or had been there for so long that they had forgotten what humans were like. Danny took time to explain why someone reacted the way they did- at least, why he thought so- and never made Bruce feel less for needing the help.

It was fun, in a way, to see Bruce's eyes lighten up with understanding and get him to talk about his rooted issues, but having to do so on carefully balanced tones and word choice. Phantom had so much practice de-escalating ghosts that it was a walk in the park with Bruce.

"I'll talk to him," Danny promised, leaning over to rest his hand on Bruce's shoulder and not batting an eye when the taller man landed down to rest his forehead on Danny's shoulder.

Where Bruce couldn't say in words, he yelled in his actions. It reminded him a bit of Wulf.

Bruce took a deep breath before nodding. "Thank you."

Danny hummed, reaching up to pet Bruce's hair like he would soothe Wulf, on days the werewolf would twitch too much at the door slamming, and suddenly his friend was mentally back in Walker's prison. "No problem. But, I will also be speaking to you later, and you are going to listen to Dick's side of the story without interrupting at dinner."

"Yes, Danny"

Alfred threw him an approving smile as he marched outside to meet Dick's rage-filled eyes and nervous hand twitching. He could catch the ending bits of whatever rant the boy was muttering.

"You're right. Bruce is an idiot sometimes." He starts grinning as the boy's eyes narrow further.

"You don't speak Romani."

"I may not understand what you're saying, but trust me, I feel it." Danny chirps, watching Dick's shoulder relax a little. " What did he do this time?"

"You won't even believe it!" Dick snaps, and then he's off, Danny keeping pace with him step by step as the boy works himself into another frenzy.

Later that night, Dick explained that he hated how Bruce made him feel so belittled and unimportant, his voice tight with a itch to fight, and Bruce carefully- with significant prompting from Danny- explained how he didn't mean it that way. He was only worried that he was about to watch Dick die in front of him, and he couldn't live through losing his family again.

Dick looked shocked to be considered family, and Danny swore he helped the boy sneak into Bruce's office, which so happened to have the adoption papers Bruce was hiding. Alfred gave him a large sample of pudding for dessert.

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"Hey, kid," Danny whispered, watching Jason tense up momentarily. It's not overly noticeable, but Danny has grown used to seeing little ghost blobs show emotions by how they twisted and twirled over the years, so he could tell what the slight tightening of the fingers around the book meant.

Anxious.

It would be understandable if Jason had been present for another one of Dick's and Bruce's explosive arguments. He came from a household that had an older male figure beat him whenever Willis got in a mood, so while he knew that Bruce or Dick would never hit him, Jason still tried to make himself scarce.

Jazz was the one to point out Jason's usage of escapism in the form of books to comfort himself, and so Danny took whatever time he could manage to read the same books as Jason while on his travels.

"What?" The boy grunted, voice soft but weary.

Danny sits across from him, making sure to stay in Jason's eyesight at all times. He had realized in only his second visit after meeting Jason that the boy did not like having someone too close in his space.

He grew up on the streets where being weary of older men kept him alive- Danny would never fault him for what he had to do to survive.

Unlike Dick, who was always down to talk about why he was upset if only to rant, Jason preferred to have a distraction. So he offers him a smile that he hopes projects You're safe with me and pulls out a book from his bag.

Jason's eyes light up at the cover. "I had some theories on Mr. Darcy being in love with Mr.Bingley before he met Elizabeth, and Bruce won't agree with me. Help me find citations as proof?"

"It's so obvious that he was, how can the old man not see that!" Jason snorts, tilting his head in a cute habit that he picked up from Dick. He really looks up to his big brother no matter how tense things can get.

Danny is glad he's gotten Dick to explain to Jason that he didn't hate him, but he was going through a lot, and Jason as a street kid, understood on some level.

"The old just hate listening to other people's suggestions even when we're right!." Jason leans over to read the book Danny places between them, considering Jane Austin's work while Danny files away the real reason he's upset with Bruce.

Later, after Jason and he present a bemused Bruce with a report on why Mr.Darcy is bi and had feelings for his best friend before meeting his wife, he tells Bruce to explain why he didn't consider Jason's suggestion in their extreme sport.

Jason goes to bed that night with a better answer than "because I said so," and Danny forces Bruce to go up to his room and re-read Pride and Prejudice to connect with his youngest.

Alfred offers them extra blankets and pillows since the two get so caught up reading to each other that Danny just decides sleeping in Bruce's bed is easier than walking down two wings to the guest rooms.

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"I'm not going to bed," Tim snapped when Danny knocked on his door. His fingers are flying over the keyboard of his computer, his little face glowing from the computer screen, and Danny is almost reminded of himself whenever he gets caught up in his work.

It may worry Bruce and Alfred, but Danny is a Fenton. He knows what it's like to have his brain run over time and sacrifice sleep or meals to get his ideas into the world.

His mother is the same, his father is the same, his sister is the same, and even Danny's clone is the same. It's fitting that the little boy he caught following Batmam around with a camera is the same since he all but forced Bruce to adopt him.

He hadn't meant to.

He had been testing an air purifier when he returned to Gotham since Bruce and the kids were out of state, and his ghost hearing picked up the sound of a camera click.

Imagine his surprise that when he turned to the roof opposite him, he found the tiny little face of an eleven-year-old staring back, holding a camera, and Batman swinging away in the distance. Danny became attached to Tim that night, even after he chased the boy down to ask if he was safe.

He did not like the implications of his parents always "working" while Tim ran amok in Gotham.

It took almost two weeks of following Tim around Gotham to help him with his photos before the boy allowed him to take him to Wayne Manor. It took three more before Bruce realized that Danny wouldn't allow Tim's parents to win him back, and together, they took the Drakes to court.

Danny has never been more grateful that Bruce was loaded with money and that his inventions gained him contacts in high places that wouldn't mind taking the Drakes down.

Tim was a lot like Bruce- where he shut down- but he needed people to be around him more. Sometimes just sitting in the same room- where Tim could glance up and see him- was enough for the boy to be at ease.

This was great for Bruce, who thought he didn't need to do much to make Tim happy- until Danny reminded him that Tim was a poor boy who was gutted for any form of parental approval.

He had to almost punch Bruce after overhearing him tell Tim he was proud of him, but there was room for improvement. Bruce meant it as helpful, constructive criticism, but Tim- whose parents all but drilled how useless he was- only heard criticism.

Only heard, he was not enough.

So now Tim was going, who knew how many hours without sleep, trying to fix whatever issue he thought he had caused. How a fourteen-year-old could have caused issues at his adoptive dad's multimillion-dollar company was beyond Danny, but it meant a lot to Tim, so he didn't need to understand it.

He just needed to respect it.

"Don't want you to," Danny grunts, throwing himself on Tim's queen-sized bed. "I just wanted to know if I could crash here. Bruce pissed me off."

Tim's fingers pause. "What did he do?"

"He tried to tell me how to handle my inventions' payment. I'm a freelancer! I know how to do that." Danny complains while twisting under the covers. Tim slowly turns around to look at him, but he acts like he doesn't notice. "I know he'll try to talk to me in the guest rooms, but he won't find me here. I just don't want to listen to another "I can do it better" lecture."

After a moment's pause, Tim admits. "He did the same to me and my team."

He means Cassie, Bart, and Conner. The little team of photography buddies Bruce introduced Tim back when they started homeschooling him. Dani suggested pulling Tim out of school is one of the best advice his clone ever gave him.

Tim took the pictures, Cassie and Conner modeled, and Bart made the clothes. Their work was slowly gaining traction online, and Tim seemed to glow whenever the Team was mentioned.

"Course he did." Danny sigh. He leans back into the pillow. "Know why he did it, too. Bruce doesn't want me to be taken advantage of, but it's hard not to hear him think I can't keep up, especially when my family is doing the same thing."

"Yeah," Tim's voice is soft. "It's frustrating that all your hard work is overshadowed or that everything you've done so far doesn't prove that you know you can."

Bingo. Danny discovered Tim's issue; now he just needs to bring it home.

"I know I'm great at what I do. You said so yourself- my past proves I am crazy good at work. I leave other people breathless in awe all the time. I can adapt and overcome so much faster than others. Bruce can see that, but he forgets to praise it." Danny huffs like he's trying not to be forgiving, and it causes a smile to unwillingly appear on Tim's face.

"I'll talk to him tomorrow but today I'm being petty and hiding. Thanks for letting me sleep here"

"You're welcome, Danny." Tim goes back to his typing, but only after a minute or two of Danny asking if he can turn off the light does the boy save his work and shut his computer down.

The room is plunged into darkness but Danny doesn't need the light to see how Tim sinks into his mattress. Tim is smart- crazy smart that every part of him that's Fenton crows with pride- and he can easily see through Danny.

"Thank you Danny" He doesn't say what for but he doesn't need to.

Danny reaches over, grabs the blankets, and makes sure they cover the small shoulder, tucking Tim in properly. "Any time kid"

The next morning, Bruce wakes them up with a powerpoint of all the things he thought were impressive about Tim and his team's last photo session. A powerpoint for Pete's sake.

But it makes Tim smile so much that Danny lets it slide. At least he listened when Danny chewed him out for forgetting to praise Tim.

Alfred offers Danny some of his private tea jars, which according to Dick, means Danny is in for life as Tim, Jason, and Bruce go over the PowerPoint again. Jason has begone to heal for his bitch of a mother's betrayal a few months ago.

Thankfully, Danny was in the area when he called and reminded the lady why she should not mess with Bruce's kids. Dani paying her a visit in her jail cell was just the Fentons' sending their regards.

(His dad gave Dani the ani-creep stick, and his mom hacked the cameras to loop. Jazz just watched hours of her to realize what made the woman scream and cry before sending the clone on her way. It was a good family bonding moment)

No one believed the woman claiming to be haunted that her son was Robin. Honestly, where on earth she got that idea Danny would never know.

His Jason, the sweet school-loving boy who graduated as valedictorian, running around punching criminals? Honestly, what was she going to claim next?

Bruce being Batman?!

Please.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #freelance inventor #part 2 #spirit halloween #Danny being a dad for the three first robins #Bruce not understanding emotions #And the kids not understanding their own emotions #Jazz trained her brother well #Fenton's are crazy and Super smart #They are aware of Danny's Not-Boyfriend and his kids #They love them

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Supersons +1 prompt answer

If you asked Danny, 12 year old half-ghost hero of Amity Park, how half-life was going, he'd tell you things were mixed.

On the one hand, he had just spent the last three or four months in family/scientist/'this house is a death trap waiting to happen' therapy with Jazz, and by some miracle, it worked. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of dream as his parents poured over years upon years of research, crossing out lines, rewriting equations, and reevaulating everything they thought they knew about ghosts.

Was the shudders family therapy worth not going over how they'd like to dissect him? he's still not sure. The horror.

Not to mention the attention. Danny was sure he was going to throw up if his parents drag him away for more bonding time, only for a ghost to attack and for him to run off to transform. What made it worse was when the Fentons came barrelling out, guns blazing, alternating between getting mad that he'd interrupted their family time, and asking him questions about "Your suspicious spook culture, if you even have one you dangerous delusional delinquent!"

At least they were trying, but Danny was very much comfortable not spilling the beans on the whole half-ghost situation, thank you very much.

And that's why, when Dad proposed to take him to Gotham to show off their latest invention, he jumped at the chance. The home city of the Batman, one of the greatest heroes known to man (except for Martian Manhunter and Superman of course) and Dad promised to take him to Gotham Observatory too. Not to mention how much he wanted to get away from Jazz's smug looks of superiority. Gotham here he comes!

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

Damian Wayne scowled as he scanned the crowed of scientists with more smarts than sense. Really, a flying toilet seat. For what deviant?

"Maybe they're for people who can fly." Kent piped up beside him. Father had let the two of them run off together, and his company was mildly more appealing than being alone with his thoughts.

"Why would Superman ever need to relieve himself mid-air. I do not believe you would appreciate your father's rear end being on display for all the world to see."

"True." Jon hummed. His voice lowered to a whisper. "You think indecent exposure is what your dad meant by "scoping out any potential future villains?"

Damian gave Jon a flat look. The sooner this convention ended, the better.

The crowded shifted, and the mass of visitors pushed toward a certain corner, where a man large enough to rival Superman's build stood upon a podium, with a boy their age off to the side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you the latest in FentonWorks' innovations, the Fenton Ghost Zone Radar, soon to revolutionise the study of ghosts!"

"I thought ghosts were a magic thing." Jon said. "You know, stuff Constantine and JLD deal with."

"They are."

"Mixing magic and science is like, like, oil and water. No way this guy's serious, is he?"

"His name is Jack Fenton. That's Daniel Fenton, his son." Damian pointed to the boy in question, looking like he'd seen this scene a hundred times before, but with that knowing glint that promised something deeper. "They're normally spotted alongside Jack's wife, Madeline. Widely regarded as quacks by the larger scientific community for chasing paper-thin theories about ghosts, they've nonetheless gained funding from the government. This is the first time they've left their base of operations in Amity Park for years."

"Woah, you know your stuff, Dami!"

Damian glared at the young Superboy in disguise. "I read the briefing files. Didn't you?"

Kent looked uncomfortable and looked away. "Uhh, maybe?"

"Typical."

"Well, if he's so crazy, then why'd your dad even let him in." Upon another scathing glare, Kent relented. "Oh right, the whole supervillain thing."

"Enough chatter. We'll zero in on the younger Fenton. I intend to squeeze him like a grape, and make Father proud."

"Dami maybe you should be a little nicer-" Only for Damian to march off without him.

Honestly, inane niceties were above someone of his status. Those things were Superboy's job, and if Daniel Fenton wouldn't crack, then Damian was itching to try a new torture technique.

@impyssadobsessions

#damn that was a good ride guess #we'll die now that's pretty cool #dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #dcxdp #dp x dc #damian wayne #jon kent #i don't nkow what im doing #im an amateur writer plz forgive me #inspired by prompt #still dont know how to do this stuff #uhh the only media i've watched with these kids is Battle of the Supersons 3D movie #it was pretty good #but man the fact that the kids just chill on the watchtower as it crashes to earth and they're like and i'm like WHAT YOU'RE 13 YEARS OLD N #unless ur name is Danny i guess since the original show has him be hilariously chill about a lot of things including his parents trying to #bitchslap him with ghost guns #supersons #soup persons

[5ivebyfive]

March Prompt Madness

14 - Feathers MonSam (GAP the Series) [It’s short, but it’s something]

Mon and Sam lay on their backs on their bed, feathers flying all over and landing on them. They were both laughing and gasping for their breaths. Their hands rested on the top of the mattress and their pinkie fingers tangled together. Sam looked over at Mon and reached out with her free hand to pluck a feather from her wife’s nose. Mon’s nose crinkled with her laughing eyes. “We need new pillows now,” she said.

“These weren’t very sturdy,” Sam said in mock disappointment. Her half empty pillow lay on her stomach. She poked it. “These were very expensive.”

“Everything you own is expensive,” Mon chided. 

“Including you,” Sam said. Mon gasped playfully.

“You don’t own me.”

“But you own me,” Sam said easily.  She leaned her head up and over and kissed Mon’s cheek.

“You’re not expensive,” Mon said, staring into Sam’s eyes. “You’re priceless.” Sam smiled softly and lay her head back down, keeping it turned to keep her eyes on Mon.

“Are you a poet now?” She asked. Mon grinned and picked a piece of white feather off of Sam’s top lip.

“If I am, you made me into one,” Mon said. 

“How did I do that?”

“You came into my life,” Mon answered simply. She rolled over and propped herself up on Sam’s chest. She stared into Sam’s warm, loving eyes, her own sparkling with life. “Should I recite poetry to you?”

“No, Honorable Wife,” Sam said. “You should kiss me.”

“Hmm,” Mon hummed, still grinning. “I should?”

“Yes,” Sam nodded, her gaze serious.

“Where?” Mon leaned down and kissed Sam on the chin.

“Not there,” Sam replied. Mon kissed Sam’s jaw. “Not there,” Sam repeated. Mon kissed Sam’s nose. “Not there.” Mon kissed Sam’s forehead. “Not there.”

“Then where?” Mon finally asked. Sam pouted her lips. Mon raised an eyebrow. Sam pointed to her lips. “Right there?”

“Mhmm,” Sam confirmed. Mon hooked her fingers under Sam’s chin and brushed her lips with her thumb. Sam kissed the pad of Mon’s thumb and stared up at her. She reached up and plucked a feather from Mon’s hair. “Hmm?” Mon blew the feather from Sam’s fingers, then leaned down and kissed her. Sam immediately kissed back, her hand moving to the back of Mon’s neck. 

Mon moved further over Sam and relaxed against her wife’s body. She felt tickles from the feathers everywhere, but she didn’t care. Sam’s hands started to roam, and Mon caught them on her back. “We have to meet Tee and Yuki,” Mon whispered against Sam’s lips.

“They’ll wait,” Sam said, assuredly. 

“We always make them wait, Sam.”

“We will make them wait again,” Sam said. She pursed her lips again, as though expecting Mon to agree to it.

“No,” Mon said. She rolled off of Sam. “We have a mess to clean up.”

“I pay people to do that,” Sam scoffed.

“Sam,” Mon warned.

“Fine,” sighed Sam. “But we must take a bath before we go.”

“I think you’re tricking me,” Mon said, tapping her chin.

“We made a mess,” Sam said simply. “We must bathe.” Mon laughed and sat up.

“If we clean in ten minutes we can have a bath,” she said. 

She never saw Sam move so fast.

#monsam #gap the series #sammon #monsam fic #gap the series fic #my fics #march madness prompts #otp; monsam are soulmates #please reblog if you like it!

[eurydicees]

here's how the cookie crumbled.....

polls will be going up momentarily :p

links to polls as well as the game setup/guidelines/rules under the cut!

MASTERLIST OF POLLS

make me write a fic about...who?

daishou vs suga

bokuto vs nishinoya

oikawa vs kuroo

atsumu vs sakusa

make me write a fic about...what?

enemies to lovers vs. hurt/comfort

platonic/team bonding vs breakup/murphy's law

"it's complicated" vs childhood friends

a hadestown au vs pining

RULES

- character and scenarios were submitted via google form over the past week! they're seeded in order of submissions except for sakuatsu because if i made a rarepair-oriented fic prompt game only to end up with sakuatsu i'll scream indefinitely.

- didn't get enough variety in submissions (y'all have your preferences, clearly), so we're starting with 8 teams.

- tumblr only lets you vote one day or a full week. which is kind of evil tbh. the elite eight poll will run for one day; the final four poll will run for a week. get your votes in while you can. speak quickly or forever hold your peace.

- the two winners of the final four will be made into the pairing being put into the Situation. if this doesn't end in a silly rarepair i think i'll have failed tbh. anyways the two winners of the Situation bracket will also be combined pizza hut and taco bell style, and that will be the premise of the fic. 

- in my dream world, the fic will be posted on or around april 8, as a celebration of NCAA DI basketball, despite my strong opinions that the commercialization and professionalization of college sports via NCAA DI is completely evil. whatever. we all give in to our demons eventually. 

#fic prompt march madness 2024

[cordeliawhohung]

Dinner and Dessert

my entry for @glitterypirateduck 's soap it up challenge! i wrote this with mafia!soap in mind, but there's nothing au specific used in this short one shot, so it can be read with mw2 Johnny in mind as well!

soap x fem!nurse!reader | slight mentions of minor injuries, reader is a little grumpy, lots of banter, kissing, and suggestive content.

prompts used: was this your plan the entire time? | who did this to you? | you're so hot when you're mad

all you wanted to do was relax after a long shift in the ER, but when you get to your boyfriends apartment, you learn you have yet another boo boo to take care of.

By the time you arrived at Johnny’s apartment, your brain was so fried you attempted to use your badge to unlock the door rather than the spare key he had given you back when you first started seeing each other. Really, it was his fault you had made such a stupid mistake. Had he not been so adamant about you coming straight over to his apartment for a surprise you could have showered and changed after your long shift. A small rest would have done you some good after everything, and probably would have cleared your head, too. Instead, you were in the same scrubs you had worn for the last twelve hours, and your feet were so numb they made you grumpy beyond belief. 

With a heavy sigh, you reached into your bag and yanked out your key ring before hunting down the one for Johnny’s apartment where you fumbled it into the lock. Though you were already tired from your long day, a new wave of exhaustion hit you the moment you stepped into the apartment. In the area Johnny had designated as the living room of his studio apartment, he had several snacks, drinks, and a stack of pirated movie CD’s laid out on the coffee table in what you assumed was his idea of a date night. 

However, it wasn’t the snacks that concerned you, but more of the busted eyebrow and swollen lip that plagued his face. His eyes lit up as bright as ever when he smiled at you, though it was terribly lopsided, and he gestured two bloodied hands at the stash of food he had piled up for the two of you that night. 

“Was this your plan the entire time?” you sighed as you dropped your bag next to the door. “Lure me here with the promise of food just so I could take care of you?” 

Johnny grinned as you began to march across the apartment, and not even the bruise blooming on his cheek could diminish just how brightly it shined. “For the record, I invited you over before all of,” he paused to gesture to his face, “this happened.” 

“Likely story,” you muttered. 

Once you were close enough to him, you rested your hand against Johnny’s chest before you gave him a firm push backwards. The man toppled onto the couch with a grunt and slight wince, proving to you his wounds ran deeper than they appeared. Still, Johnny looked up at you with bright eyes as a smirk settled on his busted lip while you settled yourself on his lap. 

“I thought we were going to save this part until after the movie,” he teased while his hands pawed at your hips. 

“Shut up,” you grumbled half seriously. 

Once more he winced as you grabbed his jaw and tilted his head at different angles to get a better view of the damage done. There was no visible damage to his lip, yet the swelling was still considerable so you hypothesized he had bit into the inside of his cheek at some point during the fight. Likely as a reaction to getting punched. The bruise on his cheek was faint yet still growing, and the skin by his eyebrow had been torn. Dark scabs closed up the wound, and it didn’t look deep or long enough to need any sort of bandage, yet it would more than likely scar. 

“Who did this to you?” you asked while your hand still tilted his head side to side. “Actually, nevermind. I don’t think I want to know what trouble you and Riley get into when I’m not around.” 

Eventually you relinquished your grip on his jaw with a huff. Between taking care of patients all day in the ER and then coming home to your boyfriend a bruised mess, you were exhausted. But you had to admit, the way those blue eyes of his stared at you adoringly was almost enough to wash away the grime and fatigue that plagued you. 

“What, not gonna kiss it better?” Johnny prompted. His hands still rested heavy and firm on your hips, and you relished the way his skin felt against yours as his thumbs slipped underneath your shirt to rub against your waist. 

“You’re such a baby,” you huffed. 

Johnny put his pearly whites on display once more with a large grin. “You’re so hot when you’re mad.” 

“I’m not mad,” you scoffed. 

“Then kiss me.” 

The truth was, no matter how long of a day it was or how grumpy you pretended to be, you could never truly get mad at Johnny. Even if he was the world’s biggest idiot sometimes. He was too pure, too kind, and looked at you like any loyal dog would. So you melted into his touch as you leaned into him, lips pressed softly against his while you took care to avoid the swelling of his wound. It wasn’t long before he deepened the kiss with a grunt, likely in pain from putting too much pressure on the wound in his mouth, and you pulled away before he could hurt himself further. 

“Better?” you asked. 

“Much,” he confirmed. That’s when his hands began to wander. Scraped knuckles brushed against the fabric of your scrubs as his fingers dipped underneath the waistband of your pants with a slight tug. He didn’t go far, but his intent was obvious. “What about you? Any aches or pains I can kiss away?” 

For the first time that night he pulled a chuckle out of you. The deep tone of his voice was soft and ignited something burning in your stomach that sent embers curling up your spine. You tilted your head to the side as if you thought heavily about his proposition, but really your answer fought to escape your throat. 

“Dinner first,” you finally concluded, “and then you can have dessert.” 

Satisfied with your response, Johnny slipped his fingers out of your waistband where they slapped against your skin with a quick snap. Hands still firmly on your hips, he leaned forward and gave you a quick kiss where you could feel his grin mold against your skin. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

#soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #mafia!soap #mafia!johnny #mafia!141 #soapitup #f!reader

[avatar-march-madness]

Have you posted the prompts yet? If not that’s ok. Wondering because vanilla week starts in fourteen days and I’d like to start writing soon.

The prompts have not been posted yet. Our apologies as the mods had a few things come up personally. They should be live tonight!

#avatarmarchmadness #avatar march madness #prompts

[adventuringblind]

Not Your Fault

Max Verstappen x Reader x Oscar piastri

Genre: Angst

Summary: Max and Oscar have to comfort their girlfriend who's hospitalized after a major crash.

Dialouge prompt: "It's not your fault"

Warnings: major crash, injury description

Notes: This is part of my 1000 follower celebration! Requests are still open for it if you would like to participate!

Masterlist

"Red flag Max, red flag." Comes GP's voice over the radio.

Something in his stomach dropped at the words. Crashing is a risk they all take every time they get into the car, but that dosen't it isn't hard when it happens.

"Who was it?" His fingers crossed. Silently begging whoever controlled fate that it was neither a McLaren nor a Ferrari. He's not sure he could handle it.

"It's a Ferrari."

"Who?"

"Y/N"

His heart dropped. She'd been called to drive in place of Carlos. The Spainard had caught Covid and was out for the entire triple header. She'd gotten a chance, and now she'd crashed out.

"Is she okay?"

"Max-"

"Is she okay, GP? Please, I need to know." His heart is beating faster then he would’ve liked, but he can’t help it.

“They haven’t gotten a response yet. Ferrari was checking to see the damage on the car but haven’t gotten a response yet-”

“They were checking on the car?!” Max’s blood is boiling as he peels into the pit lane. He rips himself out of the car as marches to where GP and Christian are presumably waiting for him. They look neutral at the moment.

Christian grabs him by the shoulders to stop him from going any further, but it doesn’t matter. The screen is replaying the crash. Something must have happened with the steering and braking because the car just didn’t slow down. It hit the wall at 200 mph. The Ferrari car is stuck in the barriers. The fence having come down on top of her, essentially burying the car underneath.

“Any word yet?” His voice breaks. eye’s still trained on the screen as it shows the Marshalls trying to pull the debris away.

“Still nothing. They lost the onboard footage and can’t see her vitals.”

Max is about to jump into a rant. His anger at Ferrari still boiling. That is - until Lando comes barreling into him. The Brit is out of breath and flushed. “Haven you looked at your phone?”

All three Redbull members stare at him in confusion. Lando looks between them expectantly. “Well somebody better get Max his phone because Oscar is about thirty seconds away from killing everyone in the Ferrari garage.”

Max runs to grab his phone and comes back to Lando who is waiting impatiently for something. Texts from Charles and Carlos about what they know, A missed call from Oscar- “I don’t see anything apart from the usual.”

Land rips the phone out of his hands and pulls up his instagram. Then he find the Ferrari page and and taps on their story. He hands the phone back with sad eyes.

Within the mess or a PR scripted excuse, one thing sticks out to him the most: ‘driver error.’ Max the pulls up Charles’ texts. His hands are shaking with the impending appearance of Mad Max.

Charles gives him the whole story. ‘Don’t believe the story! I saw the data, it was the teams fault.’

“Oscar saw this, didn’t he?”

“Kim, Jon, and Andrea are keeping him confined, but unless you want to be outed to the world I suggest you come help.”

Max looks at the screen. Still no sign of life. The car is still buried.

Then he looks to his team principal for approval. Christian nods and then the two are ducking and dodging cameras.

Oscar isn’t mad often. Rarely, even. He has so much patience for people that Max sometimes wonders where he puts it all.

He found out after the Qatar sprint. Max was getting some nasty hate. It was under every photo Redbull or himself put out. He simply put his phone away and tried not to let it bother him. Their female lover saw but knew better then to start something and decided to, and he quotes, ‘fuck the diets and eat Max’s favorite.’ Which the Dutch had been more then happy to do.

Oscar on the other hand was going to chew out every person who boo’d at max on their way to the hotel. Oscar’s anger comes in the form of harsh words and stupid actions until it turns to wet and it’s like every emotion he’d been stifling hits him all at once. Then it’s all teary eyes a cracked voices.

Max and Lando round the corner and sneak through the back of the McLaren garage. Straight into Oscars room where they are supposed to find him.

He is, in fact, nowhere to be seen.

Max makes a break for the Ferrari garage. He wants to be relieved when he sees the Australian with Charles, but he can’t be because he’s with some of the Ferrari staff as well.

He breaks the circle and sets a, hopefully calming, hand on Oscar’s shoulder. “Any news on her condition?” The men in red shoot him dirty glares as he interrupts whatever they were talking about previously.

“No.”

Okay, rude.

Charles clears his voice. “Actually, me and Oscar were just discussing her condition. They pulled her out of the car - but it doesn’t look good. The FIA might stop the race because of the barrier.”

“Thank you for the update, Charles. We’ll be going now.” Max and Lando have to drag a ver stubborn Oscar away.

They pile into Lando’s room since it’s closer and Oscar collapses. Him and Max almost topple over together. “They said it’s her fault when it’s not!”

“I know. It’s out job to make sure she knows that too. Chewing out Ferrari isn’t going to help.” At the moment, Max can’t help but finish in his head.

They take some time to calm down before heading back out. They are greeted with the news that the race has been cancelled due to the barrier meaning that the two are free to leave.

Which they do, with incredible speed.

She had to be transferred to the hospital. According to the doctor that greets them, she’ll make a full recovery but it will take a while to get there. A few broken bones, some internal bleeding, a concussion, a major gash, but she’s alive. That’s what matters.

Oscar and Max spend the night in her room. The two patiently waiting for her to wake up. Charles had dropped by with Lando to bring them her stuff and see how she’s doing. Max was happy they brought food and Lando actually took to force feeding Oscar.

They wake the next morning to quiet sniffles. Max cracks his eyes open to see her, staring at her cell that Max left on the side table, with tears streaming down her face.

He is up and alert in a second with Oscar coming to slowly. “Schat, talk to me.”

She just hands over her phone without saying anything and Max scrolls through it for a few moments. Apparently Ferrari’s statement went further then he thought. Again, they are playing the blame game.

And no, absolutely not. Max Verstappen is not the kind of man to let her believe this. He turns off the phone and tosses it aside before Oscar can see. He really doesn't need another passive-aggressive Assie incident.

"Charles saw the data. It was the car. It wasn't your fault."

"But everyone is believing it was. How am I supposed to build a career now?" She sobs. The EKG is beeping wildly with her heart.

Oscar, in his sleepy state, switches from leaning on Max to climbing into bed with her. It works like a charm, and she starts to breathe again. It's labored, but it's calming down, at least.

"You'll show them. The data will come out eventually." Oscar mumbles into her shoulder.

"And until then -" Max intertwines hands with both his lovers. "- We'll defend you because we love you."

#x reader #fanficion #formula one #f1 fic #formula 1 #racing #f1 fanfic #max verstappen #angst #max verstappen f1 #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #super max #maxy #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen x oscar piastri #oscar piastri f1 #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fanfic #mv1 x reader #mv33 x reader #mv33 #mv1 #op81 imagine

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC Prompt: I Couldn't Just Let Him Die

So one thing I don't think is touched on enough is the fact that Danny never wanted to be a hero. Like, yeah, we all know he didn't want o be a hero and he makes a joke about it but when we actually think about it this was a life he choose because nobody else was there to help. The main reason?

He didn't want people to get hurt.

Something Batman would relate to.

Now, while I love the idea of Danny absolutely beating the shit out of Joker or any villain who absolutely deserves to have their shit rocked by a kid who is only 5'5" and weighs at most 120 pounds, when we actually think about Danny's character what's more likely? Again, no hate to any of the people who do those fics, keep it up, I love seeing Joker get his just deserts.

But hear me out.

Warnings for fighting, violence, and DC typical weapons.

There was a new meta in Gotham and he was driving Bruce crazy. This kid showed up out of the blue with absolutely no information on him anywhere online or otherwise with tech so outdated not even Oracle could hack it. The only thing Bruce knew about the kid was that he called himself 'Phantom' and that he was a teenager around 14 years old.

Other than that the kid had been a pain in the ass.

Muggings? Phantom took care of it by saving the person then lecturing the person until a Bat or police showed up then literally vanished.

Fires? Phantom would fly in and out of burning buildings repeatedly with no care for his own safety. No mask, no fire protection, nothing but the thin suit he wore.

Kidnappings? Don't worry, Phantom had it handled long before Batman could even get the call to help! EVEN WHEN IT WAS ONE OF HIS OWN KIDS WHO GOT KIDNAPPED!

Granted, Phantom never got in the way of a fight but the amount of evidence that was lost due to what he was doing and how he was doing it was inconvenient. Fingerprints got wiped, evidence of what started fires were covered in an unmeltable ice, kidnappers took off the second their captive was freed and were practically untraceable after that.

It wasn't until a massive Arkham breakout that he actually got to properly meet the kid. Every prisoner had broken out and the city plunged into madness as heroes ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. Villains against heroes, criminals verse vigilantes, villains verses criminals - it was a madhouse.

Batman could hardly keep track of it all but when one of Penguin's men threw a bomb into a crowd and it landed near Joker's feet there was a long silence. It was like the city had fallen silent all around him as Batman tried to get to the bomb.

Joker was a villain.

Joker had hurt his family, killed millions of innocents including his own son, but he was sick. He didn't deserve to die.

Apparently Phantom agreed because he flew faster than Batman could track him shoving Joker away from the bomb before encasing the bomb in ice.

"Hey! What's the big idea shovin' me, bub?!" Joker said, seemingly forgetting about the bomb that was still in the kids hand. Joker walked right up to Phantom, glaring down at the shorter male who just looked at him. "Think you're some kind of hero?!"

Phantom blinked, "I feel like answering that is a trap."

Joker grabbed Phantom by the front of his shirt, "A funny guy, huh? Think you can out joke the Joker?"

"Again. That feels like a trap. I'm not trying to do anything, Clowny. But I wasn't about to let you die."

Joker glared, "Why?"

Phantom slipped out of Joker's hands somehow, much to Joker's confusion. "Because that's not who I am. Criminal or not, I'm not going to let you die if I can protect you."

"Who says I need protection?"

Phantom held up the bomb again with a deadpan look. "Lucky guess." He said, then suddenly noticed something to his right. "Oh, gotta go. Later Clowny."

"IT'S JOKER!" Joker shouted after Phantom as he flew away. "Batman! Teach your baby bats some manners!"

"He's not mine, Joker." Batman said, marching over, grabbing Joker's wrists and cuffing them behind his back.

Not yet anyway. But with a mentality like that... maybe this pain in the ass could learn a thing or two from a Bat.

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