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Can we cupping please?
Coffeeverse 👈 if you want to know about this verse, you can find it here.
Tim is a Cup who really needs a lot of caffeine. He feels sleepy and tired all the time, even though he drinks his coffee. (by mixing it with Redbull and Monster) Which his family has banned it from him.
So Tim determines to find a Coffee who can cupping with him without telling his family(Most of them are Cup like him). He still has a lot of cases to find information about, and he doesn't want to fall asleep on the Batcomputer.
That's why he was now walking on the sidewalk, sniffing through the air for the Coffee.
Until he smelled the most fragrant coffee in his life. He followed the scent until he saw a man who looked like he hadn't slept in many days.
He hurriedly walks up to the man before grabbing his shoulder and say in serious voice.
"Can I cupping with you?!"
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Danny didn't know what to say.
He was walking and saw some man smelling the people(which he found it's a little creepy), before he made eye contact with Danny and walked up to him.
He thought this man was gonna pick fight with him, until he asked Danny if he wanted to cupping with him.
This man was wearing a hat, glasses, and a mask. His clothes were completely covered. How can he not think that this man is some thief?
Still, he has to answer his question first.
"Can we find somewhere to talk about it?"
They found a cafe to sit, and Danny knows this man's name now. His name is Tim.
"So why do you want to cupping with me?"
"I want to find someone who can cupping with me. Cause I feel sleepy all the time."
As Tim talked, his eyes were about to close every moment, which Danny wasn't surprised.
Danny wishes he could feel a bit as sleepy as Tim. He hadn't gotten to sleep yet, because of the too much caffeine in his body.
Speak of, he can cupping with Tim right now. Tim wants caffeine, and he wants less caffeine in his body.
"You can cupping with me."
"Really?!!" Danny nodded. Tim thanks him before asking to hold his hand.
Then they had an indescribable feeling when their hands touched. Danny started to feel sleepy, which put him in a good mood. Danny had never cupping with anyone and felt this comfortable before.
For Tim, he didn't know how to describe this, but it is the best coffee he has ever tasted. Even though he had held other Coffee's hands, it didn't taste like Danny's.
They held hands for a moment before letting go. The flavor still lingered on Tim's fingertips. It made him want to hold Danny's hand longer.
And something came to their mind after cupping together. They had never felt this way with anyone before. Which mean...
"Are we..."
"I think we are blends"
"..../...."
They hadn't said anything until Tim broke the silence.
"So...do you want to go to my place? Like hang out after this?"
"Yeah, but i want some sleep first. Can I go sleep at your place?"
"Sure. While you're sleeping, I can do my work."
"Deal." "Deal."
"Lead the way, Tim."
P.S. Can Tim feel like he is more active than before? If the caffeine from Danny has some of ectoplasm?
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc prompt#braindead#coffeeverse#Tim has his own energy drink#Danny has a good sleep#dead tired ship#dc x dp crossover
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Dp x Dc AU: Damian and Ellie become friends, and for all his research into her ‘Guardian’ older siblings, he can’t seem to understand why they’re asking after his own homelife.
Ellie was an annoyance to him from the moment they met, and this unfortunately meant that her and Jon got along like a house on fire. She’d transferred to Gotham Academy in the middle of the year and clearly had no idea what a private school was like politically- She walked right up to him and declared them friends. He’d retorted something about preferring to be enemies, she immediately had a shark like grin and after school they had their first spat- which Jon immediately flew into town for upon hearing Damian’s typically fight related biometrics (which, yes, he always listened for).
Immediately upon Jon pulling them apart, Ellie asked again if they could be friends and Damian accepted. Jon is bewildered but hey! New Pal! And she can throw down! How Neat! (plus she didn’t ask how Jon appeared so quickly-he wasn’t caught flying because of their fight- success! Identity kept secret!)
Ellie eventually invites them over to her place since she lives closest to the school, and the apartment is meager if not incredibly well kept. Jazz is the one home at this time, makes them all some apple slices and ensures that they did their homework. Jon declares that Lois would love her. Jazz asks if Damian is safe at home, and she has a weird green color to her eyes for just a second when she asks, but Damian assures her that the Wayne family is merely a rambunctious one with too many children.
The next time they come by her older brother Danny is the one who is home, and he looks absolutely exhausted as he mixes instant coffee granules into his energy drink. Damian learns that he’s an engineer at WE and working night shifts- apparently Danny was home the last time they visited but was asleep. Danny also kind of looks at Damian funny for a second, and asks if he’s safe at home, Ellie protests that they can’t keep asking him and Damian defends his family once more.
Damian goes home after one of their visits and at the family dinner table if there is anything about him that reads as ‘abused child’ since he keeps getting this treatment by the Nightengale siblings. Tim doesn’t add anything towards Damian’s predicament but does explain that Danny Nightengale is off limits from the rest of the family- He’s not to be adopted and he’s not to be researched, this dude is his main engineer on a Bat project and Tim’s personal project to crack.
Jason, who happened to attend because it was Alfred’s Eggplant Parmesan night, voices that his new therapist is also a Nightengale. She’s great (the whole family has noticed) but he’s also contemplating dropping her as a therapist for... reasons. (The whole family understands that he’s in love with her and theres a betting pool around it.)
Bringing the conversation back to the start, Bruce suggests that Damian invite them over for dinner so that they can see he has a stable homelife. Tim and Jason protest but it gets ignored. Damian asks Ellie at school and she happily accepts with “Great! I can’t wait to haunt your house!”
The Nightengales arrive, and fit right in. The evening goes off without out any major issues or bumps in the road- although the entire family + Danny are all keen on Jason pursuing Jazz (who keeps refusing to comment despite blushing every other word he says to her). Ellie is adored by the whole family, though Damian does his best to threaten them away. Danny is incredibly loose lipped about the project he’s working on to Tim’s horror but Danny just kind of winks and says “this feels like a room of people that can keep a secret.” (Danny doesn’t know they’re bats, he just assumes this cause they’re all family and so nice.)
Eventually at the end of the night Bruce asks why they keep asking after Damian’s homelife and safety- what makes them so concerned? Danny just spills the beans:
“I’ve met a lot of undead in my day, but Damian was brought back to life in a way I’m still trying to understand. Like Jason? Easy peasy, got dipped in the green stuff. Damian? So Strange. Plus like the kid is like 15, it took me until 14 to die the first time but I had a portal to another dimension under my house and he lives in a mansion.”
Chaos.
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Woo! I’ve finally got time to write! Had to go to a wedding, suffered through eight whole hours of pure disorganized mess, and got mad about it. Emphasis on the disorganized part. So, I bring you: party planner!Danny Phantom.
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If anyone was to see him now, they’d definitely think that it was odd that Danny was the one in the party planning field. They wouldn’t be surprised if it was Jazz, but Danny ‘wing it’ Fenton planning things? Never.
But here he was, clipboard in hand and checking off hors d’œuvres from the list.
“Anton, could you do a check of the sound system? Make sure everything’s working?”
“Got it.”
Danny lifted the buffet table, laden with heavy food, and used a bit of his ghostly strength to move it over.
“Perfect.”
He double checked the seating chart, and readjusted the miniature ice sculpture centerpieces he made for the party.
Wayne Manor was all lit up and perfectly dusted. Danny ran through his mental checklist. Tabled? Check. Dance floor clean and scuff free? Check. DJ booth and open bar running without issues? Check. Live band setting up with back up instruments and strings? Check. Decorations on point? Oh, he’ll have to get the team to readjust those.
Time to check-
“Danny! How’s it going?” Bruce Wayne beamed and slung an arm around his shoulder.
Danny smiled politely. “Mr. Wayne. Everything is going smoothly. Would you like to check the food the chefs have made?”
“Sure, sure! I definitely need to eat before I drink, haha!”
“That’s a good idea! Good thing you’re about to try a bunch of food.” Danny matched the billionaire’s energy. He’s going to get paid so good.
“So, Danny, are you going to college?”
Danny passed him a small sampler. “Ah, I can’t. Some stuff happened in high school and I don’t really have the grades or the money to.”
Plus, his credentials were in another plane of existence and he hadn’t figured out how to transfer those records yet.
“You could still attend college, I’m sure! Your parents might be able to help pay?” Bruce nommed on the food. He gave a thumbs up.
Danny sighed. “It’s not always an option. Plus, my parents are dead.”
In this universe. His own? Alive and kicking GIW ass.
“Oh, I see-”
“Father.”
“Woah!” Danny blinked, looking down at the baby Wayne the popped up next to his father’s elbow.
“Damian! What’s wrong, kiddo?”
Damian shot his father a flat glare and dragged the laughing billionaire away.
Danny snorted and returned to his tasks. He has to check the speeches and the lighting. Hm… he doesn’t have time to adjust everything how he wants it.
Good thing he knew a guy that could stop time.
“Hey, Clockwork?”
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“Father, I understand your inclination towards adopting poor black haired and blue eyed orphans, but I would like to remind you that I have far too many siblings to be adding yet another bumbling buffoon.”
“I was not considering that, Damian.”
Damian let go of his wrist with a grimace. “Denial is not becoming of a Wayne, Father.”
“Yeah, B. I could see you grab the adoption papers from all the way over here.” Tim adjusted his tie. “Anyways, Dick is on his way. He’s running a little late because of some stuff in Blüdhaven.”
“Thank you, Tim.”
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“Batman.”
“Oracle.”
“Look at the footage of Wayne manor.” Oracle pulled up the video surveillance scattered through out the manor. Specifically, the ones of the west ballroom. Daniel Fenton stood in his spot, looking down at his clipboard but a second later, he's moved three inches to the left and the decorations had subtly been moved more aesthetic spots. "I think Danny might be a meta. We'll have to look into him."
Batman stood up, allowing the fondness he had for Danny as Bruce Wayne drain away. This is a potential threat, and Batman will treat him like one. (Danny will remember this.)
"Contact Flash. I need him to scan for any temporal disturbance."
"Understood."
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"Brucie!" A socialite squealed as she came to bestow hugs upon a long suffering Bruce. "My god, this place is gorgeous! You must give me your planner's number. I could absolutely use some fresh eyes for the Annual Spring Party."
"Awe, Janine! I gotta keep some of the good things to myself!" Bruce whined, inwardly smirking as he saw his kids mock-gagging behind the lady's back. "What if your party's cooler than mine? What should I do then? You're already so gorgeous! Why, is that a Birkin?"
Janine lit up and all but forgot about getting Danny's contact information. Bruce patted his own back for a job well done, even if he had to listen to Janine's itemized list of random luxury goods she had to buy before being offered a bag.
He's a Wayne. The Gotham Hermes wished they could partner with the Waynes. Plus, he's pretty sure he's got at least three of those bags somewhere in the manor to bait out Selina.
Catching Danny sliding in between the servers and going towards the kitchen, Bruce quickly excused himself with a disarming himbo grin.
Time to subtly grill the kid.
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"Hey, Timmy?"
"Hello, Dick," Tim smiled elegantly at the couple who's companies he was about to bring six feet underground and excused himself. "What's up?"
"Have you noticed that the ice sculptures haven't melted at all?"
Tim blinked, eyes sliding over to a harried Danny being followed by Bruce on a mission. Oof.
"Freeze?" He asked mildly, face innocent of any nefarious thoughts.
"That's what I'm thinking." Dick smiled sunnily, throwing an arm around Tim's shoulders.
"Heard the guy's living out near Crime Alley. We should get Jay to check it out." Tim pretended to laugh, grinning as his brains made plans for a stakeout.
"Heard, my ass. You totally stalked him, didn't you?"
"Got proof?"
Dick snorted, removing his arm. "Nope. I'll let Jay know. You should probably help Danny out, though, he looks like he's about to lose his temper."
"Bruce is at it again." Tim sighed. "Yeah, okay."
#batman#danny phantom#bruce wayne#himbo brucie wayne#stone cold batman#danny: im just trying to do my job#batdad and batsuspicion duking it out in the corner: i think not#damian wayne#tim drake#dick grayson
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DC high school au… mayhaps…..
I’m not sure if anyone’s done this before
But I’m doing it now
So the JL, right. These are famous alumni who made school history and now obvi they’re billionaires and reporters and museum owners but they’re not superheroes— just regular people
Liiike Clark Kent was the best quarterback the school has ever seen
Oliver Queen essentially revolutionized the archery team
Diana Prince convinced the school to start a fencing league
Barry Allen slayed both track and any and all chemistry competitions thrown his way
Arthur Curry… I shouldn’t have to say anything about his swim team career. That’s where he met his wife
Bruce Wayne was one of the smartest people probably ever, especially to grace that building
And so on and so forth
Anyways so these people are famous, and they’re up on the walls and display cases and shit
The staff!! Was so thrilled!! To be getting their children!!!!
(The principal counted down the days on his calendar after the news hit that Brucie adopted his first kid)
So.
Dick and Barbara are seniors. Dick is the cheer captain and Babs WAS on the team until a fun little accident that has her wheelchair-bound. (It’s fine, she discovered she actually likes computers better. She’d hacked the entire security system one day at lunch because she got bored)
Dick is kind of the queen bee of the school, which is hilarious, because he KNOWS but refuses to let it get to his head. This man will start water gun fights in the hallways for fun
Jason and Cass are juniors
Jason is one of the drama club’s absolute best (singing and acting). He played Billy Flynn in Chicago, Prince Charming in Cinderella, Aladdin in… yeah. He slays pretty hard
Cass is on the dance team and regularly misses class for some competition or another. Sometimes, when cheerleaders and the dance team collab on stuff (like assemblies), she actually likes the pompoms. She does not like the skirts.
Tim, Steph, and Duke are sophomores— people are s c a r e d of these three
Tim is known for constantly having a stockpile of energy drinks in his locker; sometimes a few of his friends get access to it. He’s also terrifyingly smart. And he’s got a bike. SOPHOMORE YEAR. TIM WHAT
Steph’s whole entire TikTok presence is lifting/ workout challenges against any poor scrub who tries to go up against her. She can lift the same amount as Jason Todd. That gives her a very confident “don’t fuck with me aura” around school, which is good, because she’s got zero interest in any guy there anyways (bi f pref queen)
And Duke… Duke is the golden boy, so the first time you see him in a sparring match with any of his siblings (they do that for fun at lunch), you’re very shocked to see him holding his own against Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. He also slays
Damian is the only freshman in his family. Jason and Tim make fun of him endlessly
It is pretty impressive that a freshie organized the biggest fundraiser the school has ever seen— and it was for local animal shelters. Nobody knows how he did it. Probably intimidation. You never know with that kid
Now the superfam. Ohoho, yes, these legends go to that school too
Kara is a junior, Kon is a sophomore, Jon is a freshman. They’re all on the football team (their dad comes to every game🥰)
Did anybody expect a woman or freshman to land on the varsity team the first year either of them tried out? No. But they made it anyways. Good for them
And football is just so different from their day-to-day personalities, sometimes it gives people whiplash
Kara pretty much runs the broadcast and yearbook teams, and she does it along with dominating the football field and gym
Conner looks like he’d deck you for looking at him wrong (I mean he might but like he won’t… probably), and he’s like. He makes good fashion choices. He’s the Bad Boy, which is funny considering his nerdy bf is the one with the motorcycle
Jon is fluffy?? So nice?? Sir who let an actual decent person on the varsity football team?? When someone spots Dami wearing his letterman at some point, they become the most popular couple at school. As freshmen. Slay for them tbh
Donna Troy is a senior. Fencing and beauty pageants is a weird combination. But she knows she’s pretty and she’s gonna make damn sure everybody else knows too
Cassie is a freshie, but she’s already on the fencing team as well and several people have seen her sparring with Damian (wHERE did he get KATANAS), and it looks like a couple of war gods who happen to be fifteen are fighting to the death for a few yards of shitty grass behind the school
Conner Hawke, Artemis Crock, Emiko Queen, Roy Harper, and Mia Dearden are the archery team captains. Yeah, there’s five of them, yeah, the coaches couldn’t pick because the kIDS ARE BETTER THAN THEM
(Ollie laughed so hard he fell out of his chair when they came home and told him that)
Roy is a junior and definitely brings his bow everywhere he shouldn’t. He also “accidentally” shot Jason once. Whenever someone asks about their meetcute they just laugh until the person gets scared and runs away
Conner is a sophomore but a bitter old man in his soul. What a king
Artemis is also a sophomore and everyone thinks she’s Ollie’s favorite because she’s like a mini-him, but Ollie doesn’t actually HAVE a favorite and she finds this claim hilarious
Mia, third sophomore, has a very strange attraction to the color yellow. She LOVES it. And she actually pulls it off, how awesome is she
Emi is a freshman but gets along with Dami pretty well, which isn’t surprising considering their matching deadpan humor and lowkey murderous rage constantly
Jackson Hyde broke Arthur’s record for fastest lap on his fourth try. He spends more time at the ocean than literally anywhere else
Wally West and Bart Allen are technically not related?? They’re like. Cousins. But Barry ended up officially adopting Wally (long story)
Anyways they’re actually cousins with Jesse Quick
The three of them DOMINATE track and field/ cross country/ physics club (yeah you read that last one right don’t even with me)
Wally is a senior and working towards becoming a forensic scientist for the cops. When someone asks why the fuck he wanted to do that to himself, he always jokes, “I’m not fast enough to be a serial killer so I guess I’ll help catch ‘em” and everyone is scared
Bart is a sophomore but should be a freshie, because he’s almost a full year younger, except that he skipped fifth grade and went straight to sixth. Tim and Kon pretend to be his adoptive parents and it’s like a soap opera watching these three act out a dramatic divorce arc
Jesse is a junior (alliteration go brr) but a younger one (summer birthday WOO) she definitely takes after Barry, especially in speed
SO people call their friend groups chaotic. What are you gonna do, go up and fuck with any of them? Bad idea
For fun, these assholes run a fight club after school with betting and rosters and everything, with anyone who signs up. FOR FUN. Once the batkids learned their dad has a black belt in like six different martial arts, it was all over
They say it’s a good workout
They’re probably not wrong, but still
Who the fuck wakes up and chooses violence on all their friends and family all in good fun to make MONEY OFF OF BEATING THEM UP
The most viral videos taken from their school is a push-up contest with all eight batkids, seven competing, Babs filming
Cass won.
LET me know if you want more for this. Because I’m gonna write more. But if you had specific suggestions or characters or scenarios or questions, I would love to write them
Good morning/ night/ 4am!! (PS BACK TO SCHOOL WOO)
#DC high school au#dc#batkids#arrowfam#timkon#birdflash#jayroy#stephcass#damijon#Clark Kent#Diana Prince#Bruce Wayne#Oliver Queen#Arthur Curry#Barry Allen#Dick Grayson#Barbara Gordon#Jason Todd#Cassandra Cain#Tim Drake#Stephanie Brown#Duke Thomas#Damian Wayne#Kara Danvers#Conner Kent#Jon Kent#Donna Troy#Cassie Sandsmark#Conner Hawke#Artemis Crock
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Assorted Batkid Headcanons
During the middle days of Damian being Dick’s Robin, he was still figuring out how to show affection in a nonviolent way, so he just kept getting Dick fish. His logic was ‘Grayson has issues taking care of himself, so I will get him a pet that even he will find easy to care for’.
As a result Dick has an entire tank of various fish, all named Jim after Jim Gordon.
Dick finds this hilarious. Babs finds this hilarious. She’ll casually mention something ‘Jim’ did in conversation with her dad and watch as he bluescreens.
Tim has the pallet of a five year old. All he likes are exceedingly sugary sweet foods everyone else wants to puke while eating.
As a result, all he drinks are those stupidly sugary energy drinks that leave you seeing god after a few minutes. Is this unhealthy? No, it’s a liquid, therefor water, therefor good - Tim Drake.
Duke has purposefully broken his wrist to see if he would light up like a glowstick before. It didn’t work.
Cass shows her affection through objects, so a Batkid will often walk into their residence to find something like a metal bottle cap or a feather neatly placed on their table, without any security triggered or any other indication anyone was ever here. They all know to treasure these, no matter what they are.
Jason, given he’s built like a tank, will often hold things out of reach from people just to Be An Asshole. He loves it.
Damian used the same method of affection on Steph when she was his Batgirl, but had a bit more faith in her ability to not let something die, so he kept getting her small rodents, like hamsters and rats. She named them all after characters from Supernatural.
Stephanie had a huge Supernatural phase when she was 13 and never really grew out of it. She’s tried out summoning rituals from the show before.
Every single Batkid had a Warriors phase. Every. Single. One.
Dick was SO FUCKING HAPPY when Duke showed up because he finally had a brother who would happily give him a hug without having a panic attack due to TouchFuckery.
Steph has referred to the Batfam as “Furry Touchfucked McNuggets” before. No one questions it because she’s right.
Babs has designated snacks for every occasion. Program Taking Too Long To Load is Cheetos. Bruce Being a Bitchass On the Comms is popcorn. Done With This Bullshit For Good, I Swear is Twix.
Tim’s Notes app on this phone is entirely filled with sleep deprived 4am rants about why Star Trek is the superior franchise. He’s very passionate about it.
One time Bart was bored so decided to raid the pantry and he found Damian crouched on one of the top shelves, hissing like a cat and clutching a box of Weetabix. He took a picture and now it’s the YJ discord group icon.
Not exactly Batfam but the YJ Core Four + Cissie have a discord group chat and Tim’s the mod.
Damian loves Weetabix. Idk if anyone else knows what that is but that shit was my fucking childhood so he loves it.
Duke has tried and is currently trying to unionize all the kid sidekicks. They’re getting there.
Jason’s favorite authors are Mary Shelley and Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice is his comfort book that he often reads after patrolling as way to wind down. He fucking hates Edgar Allan Poe with a passion for reasons he refuses to explain.
Cass will sometimes teach some dance moves to little kids while on patrol. Sure, she knows it’s not stopping violence, but when she sees another little girl with scars on her palms and wary eyes light up as she twirls in the air and laugh as she leaps, she thinks it’s worth it. More than worth it.
Jason’s found her doing this sometimes. Neither of them say anything.
The Batkids all love Jon. Yeah, move over Damian, don’t keep him all to yourself. They may have their own supers/alien besties, but Jon is just adorable, and they all want to smoosh the cheeks of a kid who won’t attempt to stab them for it. Look, he’s so cute. The day anyone bullies Jon beware, because the entirety of Gotham’s vigilante force will be there to wreak havoc upon you.
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bakugou + strawberries ; 2.7k
ੈ‧₊˚ for our meet fruit collab ! ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚
mina suggests speed-dating.
first as a joke — you think — after the two of you spend too many weekends in a row watching sappy rom-coms on her couch while crying into a bowl of trail mix, and then a second time, and then a third time, after you refuse.
in her last attempt, she pulls out the big ones: her upcoming birthday. it will be so fun!! she tells you, with her big eyes and bigger pout, looking at you as if you'd hung the stars by saying yes. it's a cheap shot, really, because she knows you or anyone would do pretty much anything when it comes to mina the birthday girl.
— and that's how you find yourself here, sitting in too nice of an outfit to be spending your allotted time listening to a man bash his ex-girlfriend.
you might have found him a bit cuter if he wasn't doing that, or if he showed even an ounce of interest in you whatsoever. instead, he's treating this like a therapy session, and you're not getting paid for it.
when the timer rings, you're more than thankful. irritated enough, even, to spin around the room in search of mina — who is happily watching on as two men grapple with each other for who gets to sit across from her next. you suppose being a top hero is good for that, finding someone who is willing to give you their all.
to yourself, you sigh quietly and turn back to the little bowl of strawberries in the center of the small table, the flutes of champagne on either side of it. mina's bottle, you noticed, is almost totally empty; your last date hadn't even looked at yours, nor did he seem to think to offer you a drink.
it's not that you're jealous. really. you wouldn't even say that you're interested in dating right now, finding your job at the agency to be too much of a whirlwind to balance, anyway. you love mina: she's your closest friend, your home away from home, your cheerleader and personal hero — but working for her is nothing short of a full-time job.
sometimes your bed is a little lonely, when she's not staying the night in it after another rom-com evening, but you really can't think that you'd like someone in it, anyway, much less a stranger. it's hard to explain where your time goes, who it goes with; having to share that with someone, you think, would take more emotional energy than you have right now.
and maybe it also sorta, kinda has to do with the fact that the one and only man you're thinking of outside of work — is the same man you see inside of it every single day.
the very thought of bakugou has your stomach turning, painfully. the image of him in the late afternoons with the sun glowing in his hair, the gentle look he spares you as you wait for the elevator, how he'd looked at you today, when you told him where you and mina were going; you don't know how anyone could make you feel the way he does, at least right now.
the seat across from you is taken up suddenly, then, and you look up into the eyes of someone that looks — nice. a little shy, a little nervous, as they introduce themselves. they decide to pour you a glass of champagne, and they even tell you, openly, voice shaking, how nice you look tonight.
you smile so hard that your cheeks hurt, much to your own surprise.
"i'm actually allergic to strawberries," they tell you with a laugh, gently pushing the bowl closer to you. "that would be a hell of a first date, wouldn't it?"
you agree. "definitely one to remember!"
"well, in that case—" they joke, suddenly leaning forward as if they're going to pull it back towards them, and it's so earnest and sweet that you feel your heartbeat in your throat a bit. "i sound like i'm kissing up to you, but—you have a really nice smile, also."
you have to sit back in your seat, fanning your face dramatically as you both laugh. "wow, i'm not used to someone—"
"time's up, extra."
you blink so hard that your eyes are crossed when you open them, and you look up at the man standing there, waiting for his turn, just as the timer dings and the room comes to life with a bustle. the person across from you only frowns, too timid to say anything in response before they're getting up and casting you a regretful glance. they're barely a foot away before the chair is taken, so aggressively that it scrapes against the floor and shakes the table.
you can't believe what you're seeing. you can't believe bakugou is sitting across from you, right now, ruining everything.
"what—are you doing?" you hiss, though your feelings — with a mind of their own — flutter like butterflies in your stomach at the sight of him.
the scowl he gives you is ugly, as always, but his face is smoother than you remember it being today; freshly shaven, maybe. the cologne he's wearing is strong, woodsy, potent enough that it dizzies you from across the table, that you can only imagine how sweet it smells soaking into the soft skin of his neck. even the shirt he's wearing, you notice, is a button down that you've never seen him in.
"the hell do you mean?" he growls, face pinched as he leans closer, so that his voice doesn't carry as it usually does. "'s'it look like i'm doin'? saving you from some sorry dumbass."
"bakugou," you grit, though the room quiets as everyone takes their seats again, and you have to swallow back your annoyance so you don't draw anymore attention to yourself.
you're not dumb enough to think he'd get away without some people fighting for his attention, too, the same way they did to mina, and — as irritated as you are, suddenly, at his appearance — you're not exactly keen on sharing him, either.
"they were very nice, thank you very much,"
"psh," he rolls his eyes, a muscle in his jaw jumping. "couldn't even look me in the eyes to tell me to fuck off—"
"maybe because they were worried you would blast them through the window—"
"and i would have—"
"oh!" you clench your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to will your anger back down. losing your cool isn't a good look, especially in a room of people that are trying to get to know you. "are you serious right now? why are you here?"
"you really wanna spend our five minutes doin' this?"
and there's something about the way he says it — our five minutes — that has your stomach turning in that horrible way it always does, whenever you bite into the softer parts of him. the look on his face is pensive, nervous if you thought that he was capable of being nervous. his shirt, his shaven cheeks, his alluring cologne; he's here, right now, on a date with you. pushed his way into it, even.
you straighten in your seat and sit back, dropping your eyes to the table, ashamed at the fire you've just thrown at him. "can you at least tell me why you're here in the first place?"
bakugou is silent for long enough that you can't stand not to take him in, how appealing he is to look at, how your heart sings when he looks back. one shake of his head has him sighing and then he's leaning back, too, staring only at the strawberries.
"this is her birthday thing, ain't it?"
"yeah," you murmur in agreement quietly, fiddling with your own fingers in your lap as your nerves harden into bitter disappointment. he's here for the same reasons you are, you tell yourself: for your friend, only.
distantly, you try to remind yourself that this nothing out of the ordinary. that you shouldn't be thinking of him this way, getting so hung-up on someone that's never expressed an interest in you to begin with. there have been a few late night conversations in the stairwell, that ran longer than they should have, that revealed more than they should have — but it doesn't make him yours. not in the way you want it to.
in an attempt to swallow down your own sourness, you reach for a strawberry, picking through them until you find the fattest one, and then bite it to the stem. a little stream of juice sprays out, dripping down over your bottom lip as you scramble for your napkin. you lick after it before patting at your face, spreading the sugar, the sweetness.
bakugou leans across the table so suddenly that you startle, mouth twisted like he's struggling to say what he's about to say. "alright, look—"
the timer rings, horribly, but his ruby stare never dims, never leaves yours and yours never leaves his, either, as if you're both suddenly trapped in a weird limbo of in-between; in-between the quiet moments, in-between the loudest ones, in-between everyone else, together.
and then mina notices.
"oh my god, blasty, you came!" she shouts, springing up from her seat to wave at you both from across the room. her earrings jingle loudly, bracelet beads knocking together as she leans too far to the left, champagne-drunk already. it snaps the moment between you and him, worry filling the gaps as you think about how you're going to get her out of here, once the night is over.
bakugou sinks a little further into his chair, as if it will hide him, before grumbling to himself. cheeks reddening, you realize; strawberry-kissed. he heaves a heavy sigh before digging his fingers into his eyes, deep enough that an ache develops in your own, and he opens his mouth to speak again when someone else approaches the table.
"okay, time to switcheroo!" he sings, grinning too cheerily at you, enough to make you laugh at his enthusiasm.
it darkens bakugou, considerably; "piss off," is all he says, scooting his chair further into the table as if to claim it. he barely gets another word out before the man is starting to protest, and the look he gives him then is awfully viscious: nostrils flared, looking up from beneath his long lashes and furrowed brow, as if this stranger had pissed in your champagne. "i said, fuck off, before i howitzer you through the—"
"okay!" you interrupt, reaching across the table with both hands to close one of bakugou's. his fingers are curled dangerously, and you swear you can see little sizzles of steam slipping between your linked fingers. "let's just—do an extra skip this time, okay? how about you just gives us this one, and you go to the next table?"
the man frowns — which is a bit flattering — but ultimately takes the lifeline you offer, trailing away without another word down to the next table. you can feel the couple on the other side watching you and bakugou now, a little open-mouthed, and your heart quickens at the worry that they're noticing him, that your new five minutes are going to be wasted, too.
—but his hand hasn't moved from yours and his eyes have returned, full to the brim with some emotion you can't read. if you had to guess, you'd say regret, maybe, but you aren't sure how to take that, and so you don't.
you should let him go, literally and figuratively, but the solidity of your logic is no match for the soft beat of butterfly wings in your gut.
"what are you doing?" you ask him again, softly, surely, because you want to hear the answer whatever it is. he either needs to deny you, here and now so you can move on — or he needs to acknowledge the confliction on his face, the soft intertwine of his fingers into yours.
bakugou looks at you now the way he does in the stairwell, the way he does when the sun is painting you warm, too. "i told you," he murmurs, "savin' you from some dumbass."
"but why do you even care?"
another heavy sigh falls from him and you can feel your glass-fragile heart breaking when his hand slips from yours, a little roughly. it surprises you when he grabs the champagne bottle from the center of the table and pours himself a small glass, downing it in one, bitter go before filling up your flute, too.
liquid confidence, maybe; his cheeks darken, noticeably, before he's running a rough hand over his face, still struggling to wash out the words.
"why the hell do you think?" he finally says, though his harsh question lacks the abrasive tone his voice usually has; instead it's gentler, more sincere, bakugou — katsuki — in his rawest form. "why d'you think i do—any of this shit?" one hand waves around to gesture to the span of the dining room, but you know he means more than that, much more. "you think i spend that much time after work just 'cause i have time to waste? jesus."
"i don't know," you say, earning a flat look. "why do you?"
"why do you?"
you take the glass from the center of the table and peer down into it, how it bubbles. maybe you're playing dumb and maybe that's what's really bothering him, but — someone like bakugou deals in absolutes, and you need him to do it now.
the struggle is clear, though, across his face, thickening how he swallows and turning down his lips that much more. you feel a bit bad in the silence, when the timer rings and the muscle in his cheek jumps again.
before anyone can even approach the table, he simply sticks his hand out, and the man beside you was definitely watching on, because he doesn't spare you a glance before going around.
and maybe, you think, decidedly, that's enough.
"because i don't want to go home yet," you tell him honestly, trying to ignore the blood rushing in your ears with his mouth twists and he starts to squirm at your truth. "because i'd rather spend the night with you in a stairwell, than anywhere else."
there's a ludicrous amount of tension that leaves his shoulders then, so much that you didn't notice it until it was gone, and he slumps back into his chair with pink ears, now. the sight makes you smile, widely, as if the sight is a confirmation.
maybe for him, it is.
"yeah, well," he grumbles, eyes dropping to the strawberries before darting away, as if he'd thought of something he shouldn't have. "that's what 'm sayin', too."
"no, you're not!" you laugh, nose crinkling when he side-eyes you with a frown. "you're not hardly saying anything!"
"i'm here, ain't i?" he argues, huffing like a bull. "makin' a damn idiot of myself just to stop you from—"
"—going home with some dumbass?"
"well, yeah!"
"so you want me to be going home with you, then?"
"yeah! no! i mean—" he scowls when you laugh again, lip pulling up over his teeth as if he means to bite into your softest parts, too. the thought is more thrilling that you're willing to admit — at least for now. "quit laughin'!"
but it's not just you; across the dining room, you realize mina's giggling, too, turned around in her seat, ignoring the chatty man that wouldn't shut up about his ex. when bakugou turns around to glare at her, she nearly tips out of her chair by throwing her head too far back, and when he moves to stand up like he needs to help her, all she does is wave at him to turn back around.
and he does, to you, cheeks flaring as he grabs the bottle of champagne again, pouring himself his own glass to glare into. he mutters out another quiet, "jesus" before slamming both his elbows on the table, rudely, and holding his glass up for — what you belatedly realize is — a cheers.
behind him, the afternoon sun has long since set, replaced now by nightfall and stars that shine through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows — but he glows regardless, and the look he gives you is just as warm.
#IT'S DONE I'M FREEEEEEE#literally i wrote both of these TODAY my brain is WORN OUT#somebody never let me wait this long again LMAOOOO#sorry that these are both dog water !!! :) i have no one to blame but myself !!!! :)#but it's DONE WEEEEEEE#WAAAAHH nikuniku gave me the idea of speed dating with bakugou 😭 where he just — absolutely refuses to play LOL#cuuuteeee#will edit in the morning brain sleepy.....#✿ willow writes#✿ one shot: bakugou
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One of my favourite things to think about is the rest of the batfam all having their own ‘Brucie Wayne’ personas. So here’s me listing how I imagine the main family members would front to the public.
Dick
I think would be very similar to Bruce with the same air-headed personality. As far as the internets concerned he can’t spell orange and pretends not to know any of the 50 states let alone which one he lives in. He also uses the fact that he never officially finished college to his advantage. As a kid he was more eccentric and people just knew him as that little kid whose constantly high of sugar and lollipops. Not much changes when becomes an adult.
Of course like father like son and he is also extremely charismatic. His persona is a little more goofy than Bruce’s and he’s known as the Wayne’s resident gymnast, at least in the air. He’s made a habit of acting as though any and all fine motor skills come to an absolute stop the moment he isn’t doing some complex flip, or cartwheel. There are serval videos on YouTube of him tripping over air, spilling drinks over his shirt, and stumbling into several guests, only half of these were faked. He also has a reputation of being an absolutely insane drunk. He went viral on twitter for doing a triple backflip in the middle of a gala which resulted in a shattered punch bowl, several traumatised guests and a fake news report claiming he’d died which sent the city into a riot for the next 24 hours all because he was a little bit tipsy.
Jason
Jason was pretty young when he ‘died’. Before hand he was the happy go lucky kid. With stars in his eyes and more energy than a Chihuahua hiked up on red bull and pure, liquified blue raspberry. Of course you had the occasional leech who saw in some news report that he used to be a street kid which resulted in several rumours about his ‘horrid violent nature’ but all it took was actually meeting him for most to completely disregard this.
After his death he doesn’t hang around the rest of the family much. Especially not in public and out of masks. However there is the occasional day (once every millennia or so) where he’ll stroll up to whatever part or gala or social event the Wayne’s are hosting that day, with his foolproof, impenetrable disguise Tayson Jodd absolutely no relation to Brucies dead kid, nor the elusive red hood who has a hate account dedicated to his very existence.
His whole thing tends to be a regular upstanding member of society. He acts completely normal. This wasn’t always the case. He used to change it every time he went to the parties, either acting as some depressed, lonely rich guy or an alcoholic and on one particularly memorable occasion a closeted drag Queen. However one time he showed up without a persona pre made and ready to go and just decided to wing it.
However Tim Drakes insane paranoia meant he stayed up a good 3 weeks after that night just to make sure Jason wasn’t trying anything and when Red hood found out he found it absolutely hilarious and resolved to be as respectable as possible while also generating maximum suspicion for all other members of his family.
Stephanie Brown
Although not officially adopted by the Wayne’s most people have gotten used to seeing her just roll up with the Wayne’s and it didn’t take long for social media to realise that Brucie had emotionally adopted her, if not legally. At first Steph didn’t really understand the need for a persona. She was already fine with keeping her actual personality and not turning it off for the cameras.
It took seeing Jason, who was having an absolute blast with his public persona to open her mind to the range of possibilities and she spent a full 3 months crafting a personality from scratch (putting that psychology degree to good use).
She cycled through a couple. Rich party girl, serious career woman, ditzy idiot. But eventually she landed on scheming socialite. She saw some tabloids slandering her for being Tim’s ex and although the rest of the family was not happy she took it and ran with it. Landing herself in the circles of the most gossip loving, shit talking, hot woman she could find.
She makes sure she exudes villainy at all times and has been seen eyeing Timothy Drake from across the room, stroking a cat (though no one knew where she got it from) and sipping a martini. Although she doesn’t particularly like how cruel some of her companions are she finds no greater joy than passively aggressively remarking about how Donna is wearing the same heels she was 3 years ago and oh my is she running low on funds? She was born to instigate and takes every opportunity to do so.
Tim Drake
If Tim is known for anything then it’s his ability to appear as though everything has gone to his exact calculations on the outside while internally screaming and just completely winging whatever half brained plan comes to mind. But one forgets, he isn’t just a Wayne but a Drake. Son of Janet Drake at that.
As a kid he was very much a mamas boy and would replicate her cold calculating air to the best abilities of a 10 year old boy. As he grew up however he realised that he much preferred letting people underestimate him. So in the end he settled on the stoner.
It was pretty unexpected for most of his family. Bar Dick who embraced it with all the reverence of a chaotic older sibling. Of course Tim Drake being as meticulous as he is meant when he made this persona built it from the ground up. He gave himself a favourite drug, a fake dealer, and he methodically updates his account balance every week, taking out just enough that it looks like he’s been buying.
Not only does this have the added benefit of explaining the random times he’s passed out in the middle of a party or those random compilations of him on YouTube simply staring into the abyss for hours on end, but it also means he had to try way less than his siblings when it comes to presentation. If Dick or Bruce show up with even so much as a slightly ruffled collar the tabloids will go on for weeks about the mystery guy or girl they definitely slept with. But when Tim does it, they just laugh. He gets a pat on the head and a glass of water shoved into his hands and no one thinks anything more.
And if he can also use it as an excuse for a few extra minuets of sleep then whose going to stop him?
Cassandra Cain
Cass didn’t need to do much of anything. When she first arrived in Gotham she was small, quite and not very well versed in social customs so it was practically written in the stars that she’d become an instant fan favourite. However unlike most of her siblings most of her fans aren’t focused on her what she’s been doing, or with who, but rather on trying to spot her.
She’s some aloof, mysterious figure to them and she’s also become a bit of a where’s Waldo meme. News reporters will post overview shots of the huge hall the guest are occupying, the grounds of the manor, the well kept lawns, the roofs, and the internet will go crazy trying to find her. At first it was difficult but only because she kept to herself, you’d find her in a corner of the room, or hiding behind one of the taller guests but ever since she realised what was going on she’s been making a conscious effort to make it as difficult as possible.
Some of her hiding spots include: under the table, the roof, inside the fountain, disguised as Dick Grayson, a statue, on the chandelier, and somehow as one of the reporters, camera and all. It’s become a bit of a game to see who can find her first and she remains Gothams favourite Wayne.
Duke Thomas
Duke isn’t really sure what to make of this whole public persona thing. He finds hiding such a big part of himself a little strange, and doesn’t much enjoy the idea of putting on a mask for others. So he does what he does best and puts the rest of the Wayne’s to shame with his sound logic.
He’s just himself. And somehow manages to cause the biggest impact. The people aren’t used to rich people not being overly eccentric. This is Gotham after all! And Duke Thomas’ actual personality is not exactly something they were expecting.
This is the same man who raised an army of teenage armies in the absence of his hero. To call him impulsive would be an understatement. Also he very much enjoys ‘eating the rich’ so to speak. He used his powers to convince one particularly nasty man that he needed full psychiatric care by randomly disappearing whenever he was in their line of sight.
He hangs out with Dick a lot, but only so when the worst of the Gotham socialites approach he can make them feel as uncomfortable as possible by questioning their thoughts and feelings on the working class, living conditions and all the other stuff they usually couldn’t care less about which leaves them scrambling for an answer that won’t completely ruin their reputations. Although he’s been branded ‘the responsible one’ that’s only because he presents himself as such to reporters. Most of the people attending the galas live in fear of him ever approaching them.
Damian Wyane
Being the youngest meant that people already had expectations by the time Damian showed up. Although most had no idea where the kid came from that didn’t stop them from making assumptions, and the rumours circulating from before he was officially introduced range from a mini Bruce Wayne to raging alcoholic. And yes, these were published when reporters knew damn well he was 10 years old maximum.
When the public do finally see him for the first time it doesn’t take them long to craft a persona for him. Damian of course sees this whole thing as beneath him, he doesn’t understand why he would need to hide himself, he didn’t train with the league for years to just not show of his skills. Dick tries to get him to think of it like training, as though he were on an undercover mission. This works a little too well and now he takes it so incredibly seriously it’s hard for the others not to laugh.
He arrived, squeezed in between Brucie Wayne who was blowing kisses to the camera, Dick Grayson doing a handstand, Tim Drake who looked absolutely blitzed and Stephanie Brown who was manically rubbing her hands together. Cass nowhere to be found and Duke giving his classic sunny smile to the camera.
So of course people realise this kid must be the adult. There’s jokes about how Damian must be the one doing the Wayne’s taxes, about how he probably drives Bruce to work, and other such things. Which is only further cemented by the kid himself. But he also doesn’t talk much (Dick said if he had nothing nice to say he shouldn’t say anything), and a few (illegally taken) photos show him drawing, as well as his small army of pets and so people are torn between this kid who is clearly far too mature for his age and this cute baby of a child who likes fluffy animals and crayons.
Damian is disgusted by both sides, but there isn’t much he can do about it and resolves instead to fuck with everyone by leaning into it and alternating on a seemingly random basis between clueless child and grown adult in a 10 year olds body. It mostly ends up terrifying the rest of his family because occasionally Damian (who several of them watched kill a man) will come up smiling and demand to be placed on their shoulders, and other times the same kid (who found a cow a decided immediately he was a vegetarian) will be found sipping straight vodka and going on about the good old days with people 8x his age as though he were some drunken world war 2 veteran.
#bruce wayne#richard grayson#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#duke thomas#damian wayne#Public persona#batfam#they were born to terrorise the rich#dc comics#brucie wayne#Tayson Jodd
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Things I want in one fic:
Redeemed Vlad, Good Fenton Parents, Fentons/Vlad polycule
Liminal Amity Park
Redeemed Dark Danny, weird cousin?
Ellie as part of the family, sorta step sibling?
Defect quartet
The Class as a team deferring to Team Phantom
Jazz is Big Sister
Amity Park knows the secret
The Class moving to Gotham for college
Vlad giving them enough money to purchase Drake Manor
Tim has closed off the tunnel between the Manor and the Batcave
Tim was the one to hand the keys over to Danny, whose name was on the deed, courtesy of his new step-dad
They end up keeping in touch and Tim is a frequent visitor at the manor and befriends the majority of the Class
They all still keep up with their training, Sam and Valerie put together an obstacle course with the help of the jocks and every Saturday is a free-for-all battle royale with ecto guns set to their lowest setting across all of the grounds.
The last one standing gets to pick what restaurant dinner is from that night and the movie for movie night.
Tim does find all of this rather unusual, but mostly he finds that they remind him of all his hero friends.
This, more than anything else they do, makes him very concerned.
Why do these random midwesterners train like heroes? Why do they have a camaraderie he’s only seen forged on the same battlefield? He’s noticed they mostly defer to a group of five individuals. The pair of siblings who now own the Manor and the partners of one of said siblings. More than that, they all defer to Danny, the one he gave the keys to.
Luckily for him, Two Face happened to attack the bank that Danny was at and Danny did something he’d only ever seen Bruce manage to do and talked the villain down from the attack.
When asked, Dent just said that he saw a kinship in the kid, said he’d understood duality in a way that resonated with him.
Later that night Red Robin reopened the tunnels and paid one Daniel Fenton a visit. Tim found him in his father’s old study, using a brand new telescope through the window. He knocked and waited before entering.
“Ah, I expected one of you to show up. It’s why I decided to stay up tonight actually. We have a lot to talk about if you’ll take a seat? I’ll get us some energy drinks. You’ll be able to confirm they’re sealed and not poisoned that way. What’s your favorite flavor? Between the fifteen of us we’ve got to have the right flavor.”
Red Robin stood there for a moment, processing before following the man to his pantry. Once there he opened a new package of his favorite energy drink and opened it himself; not once did Danny make a fuss about him opening a whole new package. He grabbed a second one to bring with him back to the office. Danny grabbed a couple himself.
Once back in the office, they sat in two chairs across from each other. Danny leaned on his elbows with his fingers steepled. “What I am about to tell you is an incredible risk to everyone in this house, and likely yourself included. I need you to promise me to listen to everything I tell you before you start asking questions. I will answer them to the best of my ability after I have gone over the basics. What I am about to tell you is going to sound unbelievable, but I’m banking on the fact that you have likely frequently experienced impossible things and therefore may take me seriously.” Danny stared at the mask. “Now, what do you know about ghosts?”
Tim’s hair trigger was of disbelief, but then he paused and considered. Clark’s an alien, Diana’s a god, Conner’s a clone, at least half the family has come back to life. Why couldn’t ghosts exist? “Not much besides fairy tales.” He braced himself for what was to come.
Danny narrowed his eyes appraisingly. “Hmm. Well. They are, in fact, real. I’ll show evidence in a little bit. A Ghost as we know them is generally formed when a person’s emotions during death produce enough ectoplasm to give their sentience form. They then become residents of a place known by two names; the Ghost Zone, or the Infinite Realms. The Ghost Zone is what it’s known as on Earth, and the residents of the place itself call it the Infinite Realms.” Danny pauses here for a moment and then claps his hands. “Now, all ghosts are members of the Infinite Realms, but not all beings of the Infinite Realms are ghosts. The Realms is a dimension mirroring our own that is entirely made of ectoplasm. It’s where the residue from the emotions of all beings in our universe go and then are given form. There are beings there that are basically gods and are aspects given form. I can go on and on about the Realms later. What’s important is that throughout history there have been unstable naturally occurring portals between the two dimensions, but around five years ago, a pair of scientists managed to open a stable portal to this dimension. A few months later, a former college friend of theirs made a second stable portal, but I’ll get to him in a minute. Once this portal was established, it made it so that ghosts could now freely come into our world. A young hero took up protecting the city, but his first few attempts had quite a bit of misunderstanding to them and so he was villainized for a while. This resulted in the government establishing an agency to combat these threats. All well and good, right?” He raised an eyebrow at Tim. “You would think so. However, the laws passed to make this agency had some clauses that are questionable. I’ll just hand you a copy of the documentation so that you can read it.”
He handed Tim a folder labeled “Anti-Ecto Acts”. He began to peruse them and came upon the clause that declared any being that can process or contains ectoplasm is considered non-sentient or sapient and called for the capture, eradication, or experimentation of all such “ecto-beings”. “This, can’t be right. This is a blatant contradiction to the Meta Protection Acts.”
Danny smirked a sad smile. “You’d think, right?” He gave him a moment to process that. “You can read up more on that later. I have other things to say.” Tim set aside the folder and took a deep chug of his energy drink.
“Alright, hit me.” he said as he leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees, giving Danny his full attention.
“Kay, so, you notice the ‘any being that can process ectoplasm’ bit? Yeah, well that can apply to some humans too. Humans that are considered death-touched or Liminal. People who have been surrounded by death, have died even if momentarily on the operating table, but especially people who have been exposed to high levels of ectoplasm. Here’s the thing about living in a town with a stable portal to effectively the afterlife: it kinda does some stuff to you.” He flashed his eyes a Lazerus green as he set his right palm on the desk. He’s quiet for a moment before he leaned back with a sigh, then closed his eyes so they returned to their normal blue.
“Every individual in my hometown is ecto-contaminated.” He said quietly, like, Tim supposes, he was telling a secret. Tim guesses he was. “Every person there is death-touched. Every person there is Liminal. Every person pings as an ecto-entity to the GIW. We’re all at risk. I wouldn’t be surprised if most of the heroes would ping too. I need your help.” Danny turned begging eyes upon Red Robin. “I need your help, and you need this too because I noticed it when we first met, Tim, that you are too.”
Tim reeled, he stood and knocked his chair over. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“How many times have you been near-death? How many times have you been around the dying? That sort of stuff leaves a mark on people. They begin to metabolize ectoplasm. I reckon that the majority of the Justice League apply. I’d argue that soldiers who have seen active combat would register on some sensors. According to those laws, you can be captured and experimented on. They’re luckily focusing on ghosts and have been ignoring people, but it’s only a matter of time. I need you to bring this to Batman, to the League. I need these Acts removed. They call for the eradication of my People” His eyes flashed a green again as the word resonated. “This calls for the eradication of an entire dimension, they’ve already tried it once, and if they had, it would have torn this universe apart. Luckily the nuke they had was a dud.”
Tim swallowed at that. “Nuke? They tried to nuke an entire dimension?” Tim picked up the chair and sat heavily in it. “I’m going to guess that this somehow gets worse?”
Danny nodded solemnly. “You see, the Infinite Realms has a council and a king. A good majority of the council rightfully believes that these Acts are calling for the genocide of our people. The king has kept them at bay for now, but they’re calling for war.”
Tim put his head in his hands and groaned. “And the king?”
Danny looked at him, debating something for a moment. Then he stood and there was a flash of bright light. Stood in front of Red Robin could only be the King. Danny now had bright white hair and eyes that glowed with a familiar Lazarus green. He wore a cloak of stars and his crown looked like the Northern Lights. He wore armor that seemed to be a combination of the ancient Norse and Greeks. “I just want my people safe.”
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just want to let you all know Cassandra isn't the good child. If you think any of those children are well behaved you're wrong.
"Cass is the perfect child-" *loud incorrect buzzer sound*
You're wrong!
None of them are the perfect child. They're all fuckin Gremlins don't let them fool you! Sure, Cass is good acting normal at galas, but so are all the other children- except maybe Stephanie, but she's not even technically adopted so does that really count?
The most well behaved kid varies depending on the time of day and the alignment of the stars, and how much sugar they've each consumed, or who's been recently screwed over by a villain or someone they considered a close friend.
Duke was the best child two minutes ago before he decided hiding Tim's energy drinks was a good idea. Now Damian is the best child, he's quietly playing online chess. He won't be for long but I bet he'll probably hold it a little longer than Tim did when he had it. Jason might be next to be best kid, but he'll have to beat Dick to it. Dick is currently doing cartwheels inside so maybe not.
And if you're wondering where Steph and Cass are? They teamed up to glitter bomb Tim yesterday after patrol. There is still glitter in the Batcave today and I don't think the girls will ever be able to get rid of it all. They'll be finding glitter still two years later. Alfred is regretting his life decisions.
And now you're probably wondering; where's Barbara? What about Babs?
First of all, not Batman's circus not his monkey's. That's not his kid. And if you think for a second she follows Bmans orders anymore than the rest of the bat-shit crazy bunch, you'd be wrong again. Like hell is she listening to that old man if it's nothing important, she's gonna do her own thing like she has since the beginning. You think he just let her become Batgirl when she first started out? No! that was a pure act of rebellion.
Jason is still the only one to hold the best kid title for over 4months, he and Dick were constantly competing- until Jason fucking died. And now he has to compete with several other losers, and it's not even to be the best kid anymore- now they're competing over who can have the shortest time of best kid. They've discovered it's hilarious to get on bat-wayne bruce-man's nerves, and they're not slowing down on the chaos anytime soon! The chaos is part of them, coursing through their veins, they cannot be stopped!
(que probably Tim's maniacal laughter)
#batfamily#batkids#batfam#cassandra cain#tim drake#dick grayson#damian wayne#barabra gordon#stephanie brown#jason todd#bruce wayne
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Fic idea where dick and helena have a rivalry thing going on over whos the better older sibling to tim
helena: You know he comes to my appartment when you and the big bat are fighting right?
dick: so? He comes to mine too
helena: i stock up on his disgusting knock off energy drinks
dick: bitch so do i??? AND i order take out
helena: well I make him food from scratch
dick: we have movie nights
helena: we have gossip nights
dick: he has his own room in my appartment
helena: okay and? I bought another bed just for him
dick: he literally idolizes me. Hes president of my fan club
Helena: yeah but did you beat someone up for him when everyone thought he died??? No????? So stfu
Dick: I LITERALLY DID THO?? AND ATLEAST I FINISHED THE GUY
helena: WELL ATLEAST I RESPECTED THE KIDS NO KILLING RULE
dick: BUT👏 DID👏 YOU👏 FINSIH👏 THE👏 GUY👏
Meanwhile tims just like: m not a kid >:((
#ghost rambles#i just think it would be really funny okay??#tim drake#dick grayson#helena bertinelli
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random batfam hcs
- dick’s favorite sugary cereal is lucky charms (and his favorite marshmallow is the unicorn)
- babs is really into D&D and gets the rest of them into it (she’s an amazing but brutal DM)
- jason plays animal crossing: new horizons and has a 5-star island
- tim loves monster energy drinks, his favorite flavor is mango loco
- steph fucking loves puzzles, she does the new york times crossword every day and brags about her times (her and bruce compete to see who can finish the mini faster)
- cass teaches her siblings ballet and it actually helps them in combat (dick continues to practice with her every day and they make up their own routines)
- duke goes grocery shopping with alfred when the manor gets too stuffy (alfred has a whole process for picking the best stuff so grocery shopping actually takes a while)
- duke loves glow in the dark stickers and has a bunch of packs of them that he gives out
- damian starts a flower garden at the manor and alfred shows him how to take care of it (it’s a bonding activity for them)
#duke gets two because he doesn’t get enough love in this fandom#dc comics#dcu#dc#the batfamily#the batfam#batfamily#batfam#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#stephanie brown#cass wayne#cassandra wayne#duke thomas#damian wayne#damian wayne al ghul#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#barbara gordon#babs gordon#tim drake wayne#the mango loco might be me projecting#batfam headcanons#batfam hcs#random batfam shit
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I sneak back in~☆ with more of my Ideas~☆ tis me Again~
You know what's GREAT? Along with all that villian tech and magic? Canonical Multiverse. Oh my, oh my~ Such OPTIONS we have todaaaay~ >:Dc
Because? Is it really YOUR son? If he's from a different reality, has a different history, you didn't raise him, and you technically met yesterday? Same name, face, and dna... but? IS THAT YOUR SON, BATMAN?
Or is that an ethically sourced Tim Puss? Or other bits. We ain't judging, Multiverse is large and in some of those you're sentient fish! Go nuts! Just be respectful. Not on the dinner table ffs.
And! In the inevitable Bat Adventures of Various Bat Peoples(tm)? They are GOING to cross realities! Some times you go to their's, some times they come to you. Sometimes it's your hypothetical great×5 Grandbaby with a STILL alive Ra's AL Ghul. Sometimes a Robot. Occasionally they are Evil(tm).
But! Do? You? Fuck?
CAN you? These are the questions! An ethical debate for the ages! Tim says? A Strong Maybe! What is he working with, here? *various outraged noises from his family* WHAT, they aren't HIS family! It's not like he'd sleep with YOU guys. *various conflicted noises*
Like? Clearly not, if they're Evil. Or like... physically incompatible... Or the world needs saving? He DOES have his priorities straight. But like.... Strong Maybe!
But you know what that Tim has? Thousands of other NEARLY identical versions of him. Spanning the Multiverse. All juuuuust slightly off in one way or another. Different choice here. Breakfast was skipped there. Likes tea instead of energy drinks yonder. AND? All have that "someone should probably have been supervising me" Feral spark~
Tim gets Horny. Maybe he and his team pulled a successful mission. Thwarted a Multiversal threat. Wooo! We're young and unsupervised! Beer! Pizza! Making out! WITH EACH OTHER! Thank God we're not dead!!!
But thing is? Tim is a horny drunk. He is... mostly unaware of this. It's apparently just a beer thing. He doesn't like the taste so he's never really drunk them. He's giggly. Wants to fuck. Kon is already asleep. Sad face. Wait.... WAIT! He has a BRILLIANT Idea! He stumbles to his feet. To his room. Ah HA! His "I'm Looooonely~ 🥺" Sexy Photos! Perfect.
He stumbles back. Digs out the Multiverse device. His drunk little mind not stopping to consider this might be a PHENOMENALLY stupid idea. After all... His Kon asleep. Other Kon's not maybe? Sexy sex for Timmy. Mmmm, Sex. His logic, is of course, FLAWLESS. He's gonna do it!
He inputs his photos as an info package, restricts to humanoid realities, clarifies "Evil guys, DNI" because OBVIOUSLY they will honor that, and recognize they are in fact Evil, instead of Misunderstood Heros. Then adds he would like to fuck, Multiverse tech obviously required, then to REALLY seal the deal a saucy " ;) ".
It's PERFECT. He's a GENIUS. Gonna... gonna get SO LAID. He hits send. Goes to get ready for Other Kon. Forgets, gets himself off, and goes to sleep.
DOESN'T REMEMBER TO TELL ANYONE.
It goes EXACTLY as you think it does. They get fucking INVADED by randos. All of whom are thirsting for Batman's son. Many of whom ARE Batman. Some are Kon. Some Superman. There are alternative Tim's. Apparently Go Fuck Yourself is the hot new craze. Tim is super, mega, ULTRA grounded.
But it's also damn near impossible to prevent Batmen from just... stepping into whatever room he's in. From their own reality. Bruce is at his wits end. The fuckers keep fucking and trying to carry off his baby boy. He doesn't CARE if you lost your own! Or never had one! Or yours hates you! Or WHAT! UNHAND THE TIM SON! *extreme violence*
And Dick? Inches from a nervous break down. All these PERVERTS keep coming to MOLEST his brother! Including versions of HIM! Selfs! How COULD YOU!? You don't even plan to ROMANCE him! No dinner or dances or romantic dates! Just fuck him on the floor and stuff a baby in him! *incredible violence* *somewhere... Deathstroke feels weirdly thrilled... huh*
Both Jason and Damian of course are LEARNING some stuff about themselves. Mostly from beating Alt-Selfes off with whatever on hand. Damian especially is having A Time of it. How DARE himselfs make him Realize Drake Is Hot! You magnificent BASTARDS!
Jason is hearing a lot of Husband this and Babyboy that and.... you... you KINKY MOFO with your TENDER EMOTIONS need to cut this shit RIGHT OUT! So help him he will shoot you! RIGHT IN THE DICK.
And of course Kon was all *sees like a bazillion of himself show up when Tim Puss was offered* Yeah this Tracks. I understand completely. *Sees CLARKS showing up* *slow head turn of Death towards his Clark* .....Something you wanna tell me? :) Clark? :)
Lois standing on his other side, who ALSO did the Head Turn: Yeah, honey :) Something you need to get off your chest? :)
Clark, innocent but still cold sweating : Please remember that they are probably Evil. I have a LOT of messed up Alternative Selfs out there. Love you, honey. And I would NEVER.
Just? The unending parade of Multiverse Booty calls? Showing and rocking Timmy's world before he can get a word in edgewise? This poor Tim has already been caught like five times this week and it's only Wednesday? Every chases them off... but poof! New one! Fucked again! Nearly carried off while fucked out and drooling, AGAIN! The best minds on the planet scrambling to fix Timmy's drunk booty call!
He can't patrol, can barely get work down, barely has time to SLEEP. Has woken UP to being fucked by HIMSELF. And a Kon. AND three separate Bruce's. Sometimes multiples show up! Sometimes they SHARE!
Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to argue with men lovingly holding you as they make you orgasm stupid? Hard! Tim keeps LOSING! He can't even walk straight. He's GOO. Fucked out, cum stuffed, GOO.
Dear God his birth control better work or he is DEFINITELY pregnant at this point.
And? In the chaos? Tell me there isn't the chance that his actual fam don't... consider it. With so many versions of themselves popping in and out? Just add then remove an alteration to their costume... no one but them would ever know.
Just? Imagine the chaos~~☆
"ethically sourced Tim Puss" 😭😭😭😭😭 that's the funniest line i've ever read!!! and yessssss!!!!!!!!! this idea!!!!! i love it so much!!!!!!! i've absolutely mused the thought of it before!!! the idea that bruce uses the 'it's not technically incest if it's not MY tim' loophole!!!!!
tim being both a horny and stupid little drunk is so good!!! he definitely has 'lonely night' photos of himself in nothing but tiny little seee through panties and underwear or in nothing but socks and lip gloss. he sends them to kon when he's horny and wants to fuck and now he's using a multiverse outfitted computer to mass send out an email from his dimension with attatched photos like he's a pop ad from a porn site 'like his tits? fuck him today!'
the email will be easily traceable to his dimension to any kon with dimensional tech which is what tim banks on while drunk. but then tim stumbles away and forgets about his photo ladden email and open invitation to fuck. he manages to make it to his room and sloppily stuffs a few fingers into his dripping pussy and clumsily rubs at his clit until his toes are curling and he manges to drunkenly cum. it's not long before he passes out from the combination of alcohol and the bit of satisfaction from masturbating.
in the morning tim's hangover pounds against his head along with the intruder alert alarm which cuts out mere seconds after starting. it's not until he hears his bedroom door sliding open that he looks up to see kon in uniform standing at his doorway and staring at him.
tim's in a simple tshirt and no panties with his legs spread on his messy bed. kon is in full armor though...one of his older suits with the blue accents for some reason.
he's also staring at tim pretty heavily. in the sort of way he's very familiar with because tim can see that heady desire in kon's eyes and knows what's next.
the rest of the titans, kon included, find tim in his room getting wonderfully fucked by his not-kon(?).
thankfully tim gets to cum before they kick that superboy out. they brief tim about how the justice league, batcave, and other hero teams have reported disturbances and anomalies typically seen with dimensional travel and given that the titans just finished kicking some multiverse butt they should probably prepare for another...attack.
only...it seemed like that dimensional traveler had other ideas.
they go to that dimensional laptop they confiscated and very quickly find tim's original email because they are receiving hundreds of interested replies.
it's a hellish week for everyone and tim has absolutely been scolded and reprimanded numerous times. usually after each near kidnapping is avoid because tim keeps getting tracked down and fucked by different versions of horny kons, other tim's, TONS of batmen, nightwing, redhood, and robins.
other bats are typically the ones behind the kidnapping attempts. one nightwing confessed to tim while pumping his cock into tim's poor little hole that his tim hasn't spoken him in years and this was the only chance he'd ever get to forage some connection and feel tim's touch again. red hood is apparently lonely because his 'wife' is away on a space mission and those photos were so teasing and pushed him over the edge. damian apparently wants to know what teenage tim's pussy feels like. but bruce....oh bruce.
poor bruce is so lonely and tortured by the attraction he feels for his son. and then comes tim's pictures. such temptation. such willingness to be fucked by anyone and anything including his father in a different dimension and all of them have problems with their tims.
there are no tims in their dimension, they had a falling out with their tims and don't talk anymore, or their tim has passed away and left them with these horribly compex unresolved feelings and its only through fucking tim that they'll be able to finally move on with their lives.
of course some of those batmen aren't satisfied with the one time deal and attempt to abduct tim who is all woozy and half passed out from orgasms through a portal to their home dimensions.
it's a very difficult week. made more difficult by the fact that tim is clearly a willing engager with many of these different dimensional travelers invading for some pussy.
every single one of the bats is desperate to get this all fixed. the only other person aside from them who wants this all to go away is clark whose marriage and relationship with his sort of clone-son is now on the rocks because more than a few alternate supermen have shown up looking to answer tim's email and fuck his womb full of kryptonian cum. one of them even dug clark's hole even deeper by mentioning how he's curious to see if this tim drake's womb will be just as receptive to kryptonian seed as his own.
and he said it in FRONT of both kon and lois who are now both very angry with clark is so very innocent and he swears that he's never once thought of sweet little tim like that!!! in fact clark was pretty sure tim was the only one of the bats and one of the few capes that genuinely disliked him!!!!!
the fact that tim doesn't blatently reject the superman that whistle and fly past the action, their suits bulging with their erections does nothing to help clark's case.
truly if there is any victim in this entire case-aside from tim's family who are currently in the crisis working the concept of fucking tim out of their system by actually fucking tim- it is clark.
poor sweet clark who, genuinely, has done nothing wrong the entire time.
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Tim Drake, Caffein and ADHD
Ok so, I know Tim is a coffee/energy drink addict (not sure if this is cannon or not but i don't really care). I was thinking about this a few days ago while thinking about my own ADHD relationship to stimulants/caffein.
What if Tim Drake is not addicted to caffein because he is trying to stay awake. He for sure has insomnia but what if its unrelated to the caffein?
What if he has undiagnosed and therefor untreated ADHD? His thoughts run a thousand miles a minute and he uses caffein to slow his thoughts down long enough to make sense of.
His parents were never around to see the signs. By the time he's Robin he's figured out how to self medicate with coffee. Dick (who is also hella ADHD) kicks himself for not noticing it. While Dick's ADHD presents as hyperactivity, Tim's presents in him being unable to regulate his focus. This is not in the "I can't pay attention way" that most people think of but the "I will hyper-focus on this thing to the point that I will forget to eat, sleep, drink, use the restroom etc" way.
Eventually someone figures out that he's got ADHD and he gets on the proper stimulants, (Adderall, Ritalin or Vyvance) and gets him on a good sleep med for insomnia and he slowly starts drinking less coffee because he doesn't need to anymore.
IDK just ADHD Tim Drake
#tim drake#dick grayson#adhd#op has adhd#batfam#coffee#tim drakes coffee addiction#adhd tim drake#adhd dick grayson#dc universe
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Rituals
DC REQUESTS OPEN
Dick Grayson:
Dick has no sense of shame, which pairs beautifully with his lack of toxic masculinity. There are several rituals in your relationship with Dick, almost all of them revolving around self-care. Dick loves winding down by doing face masks and sipping wine, he loves to go out with you and get mani-pedis, and every movie night the two of you have includes him doing your hair. He is a man who lives a rough life, but finds comfort in the two of you pampering one another.
Jason Todd:
As a boy who was robbed of so many experiences, of so many chances to learn, Jason does his best to set aside some time every day for learning something new. He’s worldly and cultured and has all the street-smarts a guy could, but it’s the tomes of forgotten facts and ideas that he turns to every night after patrol, when he’s wound down and has you in his arms. Eyes shining and sparkling like a kid in a candy store, his voice higher and quicker, despite how tired he is, as he turns the book in your direction, reciting to you what he had discovered.
Tim Drake:
Tim is a very busy man, who doesn’t have much time for himself, let alone for a relationship, so to show he cares, he has to improvise. One way that he does this is by bringing his work to you and sitting by you as you work on whatever you need to get done. Whether you’re cleaning, reading, watching TV, studying, or doing some of your own work, most of the time you can find him sitting close by with his hood up and an energy drink beside him, typing away on his laptop. He can be a bit of a hypocrite at times, always reminding you to wear blue light glasses and to take breaks, so return the favor! If you’re not on a screen, let him borrow your glasses, pull his attention away from his computer for a few minutes, and let him know that you love him, and appreciate his effort. He feels a lot of guilt about not being able to spend more time with you.
Damian Wayne:
Quality time is very important to Damian as well, especially when it’s spent relaxing. One of Damian’s favorite activities involving you, is having you model for him, whether or not you know you’re doing it. Part of this ritual of his that you’re not the biggest fan of, is his attention to detail, though when you mention this, the only result is him absolutely melting your heart. There is no way for him to exclude any of your flaws in his portraits, because to him, they aren’t flaws at all.
#dc#dc x reader#dc x you#dc x y/n#batfamily#batboys#batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#nightwing#jason todd#red hood#tim drake#red robin#damina wayne#damian al ghul#damian al ghul wayne#damian wayne al ghul#robin#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson x y/n#dick grayson x you#nighting x reader#nightwing x you#nightwing x y/n#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#red hood x reader#red hood x y/n
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Just a Kid Next Door - Chapter 1
Bruce is finally back from being stuck in the time stream. Tim managed to save Batman and his loved ones. Now it is time for Tim to go home and rest. But the problem is that, Tim has no home. Or that's what he thinks so.
This will be a multichapter fic on how did Tim reconcile with his family. It will be full of angst, family feels and family shenanigans.
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He figured it out. Holy shit, he actually managed to figure out the way to bring back Bruce from being stuck in the time stream. And the Justice league used his plan to save Batman.
Sure, the last six months had been hard on him – Death of his father and not-so death of Kon, Bart, Steph and Bruce – has definitely taken a toll on him. But on the bright side, he managed to save Bruce and all of his loved ones, right?
He figured it out, right? Then why does Tim still feel empty. Why does he still have the urge to cry until he has no more tears left, shout until his throat burns and pull his hair out until he has no more left. Why does he still feel the needles pricking his skin which makes him want to puke even though he hasn’t eaten anything in a while? Well, three days isn’t just ‘a while’, but he knows for a fact that it’s not a lot too.
These six months had not only been painful but had helped him draw a lot of conclusions. See, Tim is a detective and hence he rely on logic and proofs to believe almost everything. Even though he don’t like what he has to believe sometimes, but truth is the ultimatum.
His string of thoughts is interrupted by Superman who shakes the teen.
“Uh?”
“I was saying that J’onn and Diana managed to put Bruce in the med bay. We ran all of the tests and now are waiting for him to gain consciousness.” Clark says tiredly with an expression of relief on his face.
“Oh”
“Rest, kiddo. You look like you could really use some. I’ll let you know when he wakes up.”
“I don’t wa-“
“I’m afraid Superman is right, Red Robin. We will alert you once Batman gains Consciousness” Wonder Woman interrupted him.
“I’m fine” Tim hissed.
Why did suddenly everyone care about him. Didn’t they consider him crazy a while ago? They didn’t care about him when he repeatedly tried to prove Bruce was alive, and now they want him rest when he finally proved them all wrong.
The Kryptonian and the Amazonian shared a worried look.
“Look child, you have worked tirelessly these few months to bring back Batman. You are just a human. Your body needs rest.” Diana said, her voice laced with concern.
‘They’re faking it, they don’t really care about you’ Tim’s brain chimed. He shuts it down. He doesn’t really have the energy to argue back, so he lies.
“Okay, but I want to see Bruce before I go to take some rest.”
“Of course Kiddo.” Superman added.
Tim dragged himself to the med bay. He didn’t realise until now how much his body ached. He really want to take a long shower to wipe off the grim and dirt from his body and drink at least two cups of coffee to feel better.
‘Later’ he reminded himself. ‘Maybe Alfred would have made something delicious for dinn-‘
‘Oh’
He doesn’t live in manor anymore. All the bitter memories from six months before floods his brain. How can he forget any of those? He’s alone.
Wait
He is lonely. He’s been lonely his entire life. He had no one even when he was in the Drake manor, not even his own fucking parents cared about him. Then what’s so new about this.
Maybe, he is just unlovable. Well, that would explain why his parents left him in that cold Manor every time they chose work over their son. And the reason why Dick chose Damian over him and took from him the only thing he had and valued more than his life and gave it to Damian. And why Alfred did nothing when he moved out of the manor. And why no one did anything when he legally emancipated himself from the family.
And would explain why he and Bruce never shared the bond he had with the previous robins. ‘It’s because they were his sons, and you were just the kid next door who forced himself into the mantle of Robin’ his brain chimed again.
A tiny part of him don’t want to believe any of this. But it’s the truth. And truth is the Ultimatum.
He let out a long sigh. He doubts the bats even noticed he went missing these few months. Well, he can’t really blame them. It is the fate of Tim Drake to be unlovable. The least good he can do is leave the family. It wasn’t really like they considered him one anyways in the first place, but they mean everything to him.
They were the very few people who cared if he ate or slept, treated his injuries, listened to his opinion and made him feel like he was important too. Maybe that’s what Tim thought they did. Maybe he read all the signs wrong. Maybe they were just being nice to him. Maybe they were Pretending.
Gosh, Tim feels like slapping himself. Why hadn’t he realised this soon enough.
Tim took too much advantage and space. Forcing himself into the mantle of Robin is one thing but forcing himself into the family is entirely another. He became Robin to save Batman from destroying himself and people around him.
Then why did he crave for his love and attention. Why did he think that he at least meant something to them. It’s all his fault. He was digging his own grave all this time. He had too much fucking expectations even though he knew the truth all along. Yelp, now he has to face the consequences.
But no matter what, he loves them. Loves them so fucking much that it hurts. He still remember what he had said to Ra’s before the old man pushed him from the WE building.
“Bruce might not consider me his son, but he is still a father to me.”
His spiralling thoughts came to an end when he reached the door to the med bay.
Gosh he missed Bruce. Missed him so much. All he wanted to do was hug him and never leave. But he knows he cannot do so. Bruce might want to meet his family first. Six months of being stuck in the time stream would make him want to spend a lot of quality time with his family first, not some random kid.
A quiet sob escaped from his mouth. He touched his tear stained cheeks and realised he was crying.
‘Stop crying, stop being so weak. Accept the reality and move on’ he told himself.
‘It’s not the time or the place to have a fucking panic attack’ he told himself again.
Wiping his tear stained cheeks, he opened the door to the Med bay to be greeted by the sight of his sleeping mentor/not-so father figure.
He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding until then.
He smiled for the first time in many many days. Bruce is safe. He is no longer stuck in the time stream. Tim felt a wave of relief wash over him.
He might not mean anything to them, but they are everything to him.
#tim drake#red robin#tim drake angst#tim drake needs a hug#angst angst baby#bruce wyane is batman#damian wayne is robin#dick grayson is nightwing#superman#wonder woman#justice league#league of assassins#ra's al ghul
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One Night Leads to Forever {Max Phillips x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 13.6k
Warnings: Drinking, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, angst, parenthood, miscommunication, longing, vampirism
Comments: Your world comes crashing down when the last person you want to see becomes your boss. Max Phillips. Like Evan, you have history with Max from college. He was your best friend, until you slept together and then he ghosted you to sleep with Evan’s girlfriend. Now he shows up and you don’t want him around you - or your son.
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“Tom’s having all of us gather in the break room.” You look up from your keyboard to find Tim eyes eager and bouncing with the unhinged energy that was afforded to everything but doing his job. While you weren’t a corporate suck up like Evan, you did believe in actually trying to make your sales goals. It kept your bills paid, after all.
“Okay.” You continue typing and Tim rolls his eyes.
“I think he's going to name Evan sales manager.” That doesn’t get much of a reaction out of you and Tim sighs. “I think they brought donuts?”
That gets your attention, free food around this place is rare and to be honest, you need a break. “Alright.” You lock your computer and push back from your desk to walk into the smaller break room, crowded with the others as all of you wait for Tom to make his announcement.
“So I’m sorry to say, but without major improvements, we’re going to have to start laying people off.” Your eyes widen at Tom’s announcement, not realizing things were that dire. He stands straight. “It’s time for a change.” He rolls his eyes. “Corporate thinks we need an official sales manager.” You can see Evan preening and twitching in where he stands as he expects to be named and get the tepid applause from your co-workers. “And I couldn’t agree more. So I’m proud to announce the new manager of sales…” there’s a slight pause to build the suspense. “Max Phillips.”
Your heart drops into the floor when you hear that name again, watching as the man you had called your best friend in college - until that night, walks into the room as if he owns the place. “Shit….” You hiss.
Max cockily strides towards his new staff, excited to assert himself and get everyone fired up to make this branch the best one yet. His grin is wide and he looks around the room until his eyes meet your horrified ones. He whispers your name, his dead heart pounding in his chest and he grins, “It’s nice to see you, sweetheart.” You internally curse at how friendly he is despite how you parted.
10 years ago…
“Oh, as if!” You scoff, listening to Max as he takes another chug of the bottle of cheap vodka you were sharing. He was bragging about how he makes a woman cum every time and you don’t believe him. He just thinks he makes them cum. He’s a junior in college, just like you are. He probably doesn’t even know what the clit is.
“I’m serious.” Max is just tipsy enough that his cockiness shines through even more, shoving the nerves down that seem to jump to the surface every time he’s around you.
“We fake, you know.” You grin at him before you pluck the bottle from his hand and try to ignore the way that your heart thumps in your chest when he pouts at you. “Oh fuck, Max…” you moan breathily. “Maaaax.” You giggle and shrug before you take your next sip. “Pair that with clenching at the right time and he thinks he’s hit a home run.”
The way you moan his name has his traitorous cock hardening. Fuck, you are his dream girl. Smart, beautiful, funny. You’re everything but he’s your friend and he doesn’t want to fuck this up. He can’t ruin your friendship when it’s everything to him. When he first arrived at college, he was geeky, awkward, and got bullied. You came to his rescue and you’ve been his friend ever since, even now when he’s grown out of the awkward phase into a fairly handsome young man, if he says so himself. “Bull fucking shit. I’d know. Trust me, women get wet when they cum. You can’t take that.”
You snort and shake your head, grinning at him. “When you’re cumming too, how do you know it’s just not you?” You ask, arching a brow at him playfully. You enjoy teasing him even though he will never look at you like any of the other girls he had started dating. After he got out of his awkward phase, he had turned into a self proclaimed ladies man and you had become his wingman.
“I always cum after.” He scoffs, “trust me baby. I make a woman's thighs shake and when she screams my name, I know that it’s real. I’ll prove it to you.” He doesn’t quite realize what he said until after he’s said it and he doesn’t want to take it back, interested to see what you say. He can always laugh it off.
“Prove it, huh?” You smirk, sure you are about to see Max shitting himself when you agree. You’ve always liked making him fluster and so you set the bottle of vodka down and lean back on your elbows against your comforter on the bed in your dorm where you were hanging out together tonight. “Okay.” You agree. “Prove it, hot shot.”
Max doesn’t back down from a dare. He chuckles, certain that you will push him away and tell him you’re joking, but he takes the risk, shifting to lean closer to you. His brown eyes flick up to yours as he leans closer until his eyes close as he presses his lips against yours. His heart pounds in his chest and he shifts closer so he can cup your cheek.
You’re doing this. You can’t be mad though. You’ve often thought about what he would be like to kiss Max, sleep with him too - if you were honest with yourself. Your crush on him hadn’t gone away, so this was something you were pouring yourself into. One hand comes up again, wrapping around the back of his neck as you drag him closer. Tasting like vodka and the Camel Turkish Gold cigarette he had before coming inside, you moan quietly when his tongue slides inside your mouth.
He groans when you respond, his hand caressing your cheek until he shifts to hover over you, pressing his body against yours and his hardening cock is pressed against your thigh. His tongue slides against yours, determined to make this good for you.
Max has shifted, hovering over you and for a moment, you wonder if he’s going to back off. Kissing while you slide your hands down and push them under his t-shirt to glide over his back and shoulder blades. Eager to touch his warm skin.
“Fuck.” He breathes out, kissing your jaw and down your neck. He’s determined to have you enjoy yourself, even if he had to sacrifice his own pleasure, and that terrifies him. He groans when your nails scratch along his back. “Can I?” He asks, reaching for the hem of your shirt.
“Yes.” You lean up, lifting your arms so he can pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in the bra that you were thankful was more cute than plain. “You too.” You demand, reaching for his own shirt to drag it off of him.
He lets you drag his shirt off and his hands immediately return to slide under your back, fumbling with your bra. When he flings it across the room, he groans at the sight of your tits. “Fuck. I’ve imagined these far too many times.” He confesses, reaching out to cup your breast, lifting it so he can wrap his lips around your nipple.
“Oh!” You cry out, your hands grabbing his head but you don’t push him away. “Oh fuck.” He’s eager, sucking at your breast like he’s hungry and you are going to produce milk. His teeth nip your skin and you jump, making him chuckle while he squeezes it and runs his tongue over it to cover it in his spit.
He sucks on your nipple again, releasing it with a smack of his lips then he switches to the other one. He groans when you whimper his name and his free hand squeezes the breast he just abandoned.
You don’t let Max have all the fun. You’ve wanted to see if Max has been lying about what he’s packing. All men tend to exaggerate their dick size and you know that he’s no different. Reaching down, you’re thankful he doesn’t wear a belt and you slide your hand into his jeans to cup his cock through his underwear, your eyes widening in surprise.
He smirks against your cheek, pleased when he hears your gasp until you wrap your fingers around him and he groans. “Shit baby.” He hisses, kissing up to your neck, biting down on the flesh to make his mark. “Want you naked.” He murmurs, reaching for the button on your jeans while your fingers squeeze him.
That’s obvious when he pulls your hand away from his cock and you pout at him slightly as he rocks back onto his knees to grin at you before you lift your hips to let him strip your jeans down. Neither one of you is wearing shoes, so at least you don’t have to worry about them as he peels them down your legs.
He tosses them aside, exhaling deeply when he sees you wearing just your panties. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He murmurs, his hands sliding along your thighs and he reaches up to hook his fingers in your panties. ���I wanna eat you out. Can I?” He asks, his fingers stopping as his dark eyes meet yours.
You know your face displays your shock, you had not expected that. “Max Phillips eats pussy?” You ask teasingly. “I had taken you for a receiving and not a giving kind of guy.” He huffs and shoots you a dirty look but you just shrug your shoulders at him. “I don’t know, you talk about how you make them scream but you never say how…” You don’t mention that you barely pay attention because you don’t want to be jealous of whatever girl he’s fucking.
“This isn’t about them. This is about you. Only you. Tell me if you aren’t into it. If not, I want to finger you. I just - I want to watch you cum before I make you cum on my cock.” He doesn’t want you to think about his past escapades, he just wants you to think about you, about him. He’s wanted this for so long and he wants it to be perfect.
You snort and shake your head. “I’m not crazy.” You grin at him. “If there’s a boy who wants to eat me out, I’m not going to say no.” Plenty of guys claimed they didn’t do that or it wasn’t manly or whatever. You lean back and spread your legs slightly. “Do what you want, but I expect an orgasm.” You tease, shooting him a wink.
Max grins, pulling your panties down and tossing them over his shoulder before he spreads your legs. Settling between them, he finally gets a look at your pussy and fuck, it’s gorgeous. He groans, leaning closer to just breathe you in and he loves the thatch of curls above. So many girls are clean shaven and he won’t tell them what to do with their pubic hair but he fucking loves yours. He leans closer, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he finally slides his tongue through your folds. Looking up at you after the first lick to see your reaction.
Mouth opening on a soft moan, your eyes close and your head flops back against your pillow. In love with the way a tongue feels against your clit. He’s licking you slightly awkwardly, but it’s enough that he wants to do this. Your fingers tangle into his hair and you push down slightly, pushing him lower so he’s not licking the hood and getting more of the action on your clit.
Of all the things you could say about Max, you can’t deny that he’s a quick learner. He groans and reaches up to pull the hood of your clit back, flicking his tongue over it and when you gasp, he smirks against your flesh, repeating the action before sucking the bundle of nerves between his lips.
“Shit!” You shudder when he starts to suck on your clit and your stomach heaves. Your legs move further apart, allowing him more access to you and you have to admit that he’s not fucking bad at this at all. “Oh fuck, Max.” You whimper again, rolling your hips down on instinct.
He wants to grin but he doesn’t want to stop. He’s desperate to hear you moan his name again. His hand slides along your thigh, pressing a finger into your cunt and he grunts at how tight you are around the digit. He curls it, trying to find that spongy spot inside of you, and he flicks his tongue over your clit.
It takes longer for him to do it than you would have done by yourself. But it’s Max and you don’t mind the extra time with his fingers buried inside you and his mouth pressed against your pussy. Your eyes open and you lift your head so you can watch him, wanting to see him between your thighs like you’ve imagined a hundred times before.
He isn’t in a rush. The vodka makes him patient as his cock presses into the mattress. His tongue is precise, flicking over the spot that makes your back arch and he adds another finger, now up to three to stretch you out to take his cock.
Your brow furrows and you moan quietly. It’s gorgeous and it stills your breath away. Every flick of his tongue and press of his fingers but still you feel like you are missing that big O. Every time your stomach clenches and tenses, you think that it’s it. Until it fizzles out and then starts to build again. “Fuck.” You pant, frustrated at yourself and sure that it’s going to kill the mood.
“What do you need, baby girl?” He asks, pulling back from your clit. He can feel your walls fluttering around his fingers but you haven’t cum yet. “What do you need, baby?” He coos, kissing your mound.
You bite your lip and feel your cheeks heat up. There’s only been one way that you’ve basically guaranteed to cum when you are like this. Sometimes it’s just hard to cum without extra stimulation. “I- um…this happens sometimes.” You admit. “A finger, uh, in my- in my ass helps.”
“Jesus Christ.” Max hisses, loving your response and he keeps his three fingers inside of you and he brings his hand up to your mouth, sucking a finger to slick it up then he circles your puckered hole. His eyes meet yours as he pushes the digit into your ass, groaning at how fucking tight you are there and the squeal you release spurs him on so he sucks your clit back into his mouth.
It’s exactly what you need and now you feel the tension building up even faster than before. “Oh god, oh god, Max!” You feel the pressure explode in your core, making you cry out. Now instead of fizzling out, it completely takes over your senses and makes you forget everything but the way that his mouth feels against your clit and his fingers feel inside you.
He desperately needs you to cum. Working his fingers inside of your cunt and your ass while he sucks even harder on your clit. He doesn’t even pull back to tell you to cum, too focused on the task at hand and wanting to hear you fall apart and when you do, he swears he nearly cums. Working you through it, he closes his eyes and just absorbs how you sound and feel.
You are pleasantly surprised that he doesn’t immediately pull away and get ready to fuck you. Instead he keeps his fingers deep and his mouth on you. He moans into you and when you finally come down, you are breathless and limp with pleasure.
He just watches you for several moments, glad that you are breathless and finally he withdraws his fingers from your body, shifting to kneel between your legs and he rubs your thighs. “So Fucking beautiful.” He is throbbing. He needs - fuck, he can’t stop it. He just reaches down to pull his cock out of his pants.
“Max.” You bite your lip and moan at the sight of his thick and leaking cock. The red tip is almost purple with want and you would put it in your mouth but you want him inside you right now. “I want you to fuck me.” You admit breathlessly. It’s going to change your relationship but you think that he wants you too.
"Yeah?" He double checks and he can hardly wait a minute more. When you nod, he shifts closer, not even bothering to take his pants off as he slides his cock through your folds, notching the head at your entrance and he pushes into you, desperate to get inside of you.
It’s a good thing you’re on birth control. He steals your breath when he pushes inside you and bottoms out. “Oh fuck, Max.” You whisper, closing your eyes and wrapping your legs around him. “Move baby.” You beg quietly. “I need you to move.”
Max nods, clenching his jaw to stop him from blowing his load then and there. You are so tight, he doesn't know how he's gonna control himself. He hisses when he withdraws his cock, the head remaining inside of you, then after a moment, he pushes deep again. "Fuck. So tight." He grips your hips, looking down at you.
You clench down around him and grin. “Kegels.” You giggle when he hisses and bites his lip. “You should try them.” You clench around him again teasingly but then you relax to let him start moving like he needs.
He shifts to hover over you, his weight on his forearms as he rocks into you. His lips find yours again, rocking deep as he seeks the reward of your second orgasm. He wants to prove to you he can make you cum like this. "Fuck, you are so beautiful." He groans against your lips.
For all his cocky bullshit bragging, he feels incredible. Every thrust is perfectly timed and hits deep. Your fingers drag down his back, scratching lightly as you urge him on. It’s perfect and you love how he fits inside you. It’s better than you imagined.
You feel perfect around him and it terrifies him how his heart is pounding in his chest. He desperately wants you to be his but you are just friends. This will be a fluke. He groans, rocking a little faster and he licks his thumb, shifting to press it against your clit.
“Oh fuck.” Your legs hitch up higher on his hips and you rock up to meet his thrusts. “Yes, Max.” You pant, closing your eyes and tilting your head back and pressing your chest up into his. “More.” You don’t want it to stop but you want to feel him cum too.
He rocks deeper and harder, fingers rubbing your clit a little harder. He desperately needs you to cum. Max squeezes your breast with his free hand. "Fuck baby. Want you to cum for me. Please." He begs, his cock twitching inside of you.
You bite your lip and moan, reaching up and sliding your fingers into his hair and tugging on it, feeling him twitch again. It pushes you over the edge. You can’t deny that you are cumming when you cry out his name, loud enough that anyone passing by would hear you but you don’t care.
Max swears he's died and gone to heaven when you clamp down on his cock, soaking him. "Jesus baby. So - fuck - so good. Gonna make me -" He groans, rocking several times into you until his cock is buried deep and he paints your walls with his hot seed.
“Oh god.” You giggle breathlessly, trying to catch your breath. He looked so amazing when he was coming apart above you. “Okay, Phillips.” You hum as he tucks his head against your neck. “You can fuck, gotta give it to you.”
He chuckles breathlessly against your skin, trying to catch his breath, and he groans at how incredible this has been. Fuck, you are more than his friend. He - no, he can't admit it to himself. "Glad you enjoyed it." He winks when he leans back to look down at you.
The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, the silence seemingly speaking volumes to you and you are eager to see where this goes. After another minute, he slowly pulls away and you giggle at the fact that he didn’t even take off his pants. “I’ve got to go pee.” You murmur as you shuffle off the bed and grab the robe you used to walk to the shared bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
Max watches you go, tucking himself back into his pants, and he shifts to lean against your headboard. "Shit." He reaches up to rub his cheek. This went too far and his heart is thumping in his chest. He doesn't know what to do. He thinks he loves you. In fact, he knows he does. You've been there for him since freshman year and he has been trying to ignore his growing feelings. When you return, he has made his decision.
“Hey.” You give him a shy smile, having cleaned up. It was weird knowing that it was your best friends cumming inside you, but it was also perfect and felt right. “So do you want to order some food?” You ask. “Or do you want to just chill and watch a movie?”
Max bites his lip, knowing he's going to piss you off but he can't do this. "Actually, I, uh, I'm gonna head back to my place. I gotta - I have a test to study for and Evan has been keeping me up with his girlfriend staying over. I'm gonna go take advantage of the quiet." He lies smoothly, rubbing his hands on his jeans as he shifts to stand up, grabbing his shoes.
“Oh.” You stare at him for a moment, unsure of the shift that just happened. Watching as he puts on his shoes. “Okay. I guess, I mean Evan is obnoxious and I’m surprised he even has a girlfriend.” You tell yourself that you’re just over analyzing things and it’s not awkward. “Go, enjoy the study time.” You offer as he stands straight.
He nods, trying to ignore the pang in his heart at your crestfallen expression. "Yeah. Just recently. Guess she was desperate to get with Evan, huh?" He jokes as he puts his shoes on and stands up. "I'll see you around, sweetheart." He offers you a wink and makes his way to the door and walks out into the hall, exhaling deeply as he walks away from you.
****
It’s been nearly a month since you’ve seen Max. He’s been avoiding you and hasn’t returned any of your calls. Making you wonder what the hell happened. He had wanted to have sex with you, he was the one who had brought it up. Now he was nowhere to be found and you want to work this out. You make your way to his dorm hall and sigh, hating the idea of a confrontation but you need to talk to him.
"You fucking asshole!" You hear someone screaming as you approach Max's dorm room, and Evan flings the door open and a woman is pushed out, naked except for the sheet she holds tight around her.
"Evan. Please!" She pleads but Evan doesn’t want to hear it.
He growls, "you fucked Max. Max Phillips! You know how much I hate him and - Jesus Janine. You - just - I loved you!" He screams and your eyes widen, glancing behind him to see Max standing there naked, barely covering his cock with his hands. He whispers your name, eyes wide.
Your heart falls out of your chest and shatters. No wonder he hadn’t had time to call you or talk about what happened. He was too busy moving on to the next conquest. Your chin trembles and you have to blink back tears. It would have been okay if he had just talked to you, but this….You turn around and rush away, ignoring the screaming behind you and needing to get back to your own dorm room so you can cry. Your friendship with Max Phillips is over.
He calls your name, trying to rush after you but he is naked and he needs to get dressed. Quickly dressing while Evan argues with Janine, he pushes past them to rush after you. When he arrives at your dorm room, he is knocking on the door, begging you to talk to him. He sighs when there’s no response, knowing you are furious at him. He decides to talk to you tomorrow once he’s sorted out Evan who is going to be pissed at him.
****
The next day, Max leaves his shared dorm room, deciding to try and talk to you again, but when he exits the building, one of the college counselors approaches him. “Mr. Phillips?” She asks and he nods.
“Yeah?” He frowns.
“We need to talk.” She declares. That was the last time Max was a student there. They escorted him to pack up his things, accusing him of cheating when he didn’t cheat, and the worst part…he didn’t get to talk to you.
****
When the meeting is done, you don’t stick around. You can’t. Slipping up to Tom, you tell him that you aren’t feeling well and need to go home. Of course Tom hems and haws like he always does but he finally nods, making you rush back to your desk to gather your things.
This is horrible. It was bad enough working with Evan and Tim and even that douche bag Mike. You cannot work with Max Phillips, especially not for him. There’s no way it would work. Pulling open the bottom drawer of your desk, you grab your purse and quickly unlock your computer to start shutting it down.
Max finishes shaking hands with the big bosses and he can’t wait any longer to find you. It’s been years and he didn’t get to say goodbye before he was escorted off of campus. He grins after he asks where your desk is and follows the directions until his grin drops. You’re gone. “She went home.” He huffs, knowing he can’t leave this.
After charming the silly girl in HR to give him your address, he gets in his car and speeds over to your house. He’s nervous when he rings the doorbell but he needs to do this. When the door opens, he looks down to see a young boy. Max’s eyes widen as he looks into a carbon copy of his own eyes. “Uh, is your - uh, is-” He manages to stutter and ask if you are home by your name.
“Mom! Someone is here for you.” The boy shouts and Max repeats “Mom” in shock.
Wiping your hand on a dish rag, you assume that it’s your neighbor. He had promised to come by after work and look at your sink for you, finally getting tired of dealing with the slow leak. “Roger, I told you it didn’t have to be-“ the easy smile on your face dies when you round the corner and see a wide eyed Max on your doorstep. “Aaron, go work on your science kit.” You tell your son, making him pout.
“Moooom-“ he whines but you need him to go.
“I can take you back to school.” You threaten. “I checked you out early as a treat.” That works, the little boy quickly staking his head and his feet thundering through the house as retreats. Only then do you look at Max. “You need to leave.”
“I- he - we need to talk. I’m not leaving. He - he’s mine, isn’t he?” Max hisses, feeling angry at you for never telling him. The boy must be around ten or eleven and Max is freaking out. “Please. Tell me. I need to know.”
You scoff and shake your head, turning back to make sure that Aaron isn’t hovering. You step out onto your stoop and close the door, a silent message that he is not allowed in your house. “He’s mine.” You hiss, pissed off that he even pretends to be angry. “That’s all that matters and I don’t need or want you here upsetting him.”
“I won’t - sweetheart. It’s been years and we only - we only had sex once. I thought - you said you were on birth control and I- fuck. He’s mine.” Max answers his own question, knowing you haven’t denied anything or told him no.
“Once is enough.” You remind him. “And I was on birth control.” You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him. “Yes we had sex once, and then you ghosted me. Dropped your ‘best friend’ without another word.” You hate that it still hurts after all this time. “So forgive me if I’m not up for some bullshit happy reunion.” You turn and open your door, wanting to close it and forget all about Max Phillips.
"Please. I- I was expelled. Fucking Evan got me expelled for cheating. I didn't cheat." He shakes his head, still annoyed about being cast out.
"No. You just fucked his girlfriend." You spit back and Max rears back like you slapped him.
"I did that because - because-" He can't tell you why. It's obvious you hate him but he hopes you let him get to know his son at least.
You snort when he stops talking, obviously having no good reason for having fucked Evan’s girlfriend. “Mooooom!” Aaron’s voice rings through the door and you look back at Max. “It doesn’t matter. Just- stay away from me.” You order. “I have no interest in being your friend again. Hey-“ you shoot him a mean-spirited grin. “Evan’s been dating Amanda in HR. Maybe you should go try to fuck her.” You walk back into the house and close the door, making sure he hears the flick of the lock.
Max stands there in shock, trying to process what just happened, and it takes him a while to get off of your driveway and get back into his car. He has a son. He needs to know more about you and clearly you aren’t going to talk. You mentioned Amanda…Evan’s girlfriend. Maybe he can kill two birds with one stone. He smirks, pulling away from the curb to find out how to get into Amanda’s place. Oh, revenge is sweet.
****
The next day you are in a rotten mood, having spent far too long tossing and turning in bed thinking about Max being back in your life and then you had fucking dreamed about him. Damn him. You’ve gone years without having that dream, the one that has that one time you slept together replay in your mind. One meeting with him later and it’s happening again. You walk through the office quietly, taking your lunch into the break room to put in the fridge when you hear Dave and Tim talking. “Apparently, Max was over at Amanda’s last night.”
You freeze as Dave snorts and crunches on a chip even though it was seven forty-five in the morning. “He wanted to ‘go over personnel records’. I’m sure he did.” You hear the joking tone and groan to yourself as you shut the door of the fridge. Of course he was back to his ways. Why wouldn’t he be?
Max grins as he strides into the office. After coercing Amanda into "cooking him dinner" he had gotten all of the information he needed to know about you. You were pregnant during your senior year of college, managed to graduate just before having his son and you hadn't put Max down on the birth certificate. It kills him that he wasn't there but he was in Romania, unaware of your condition. Amanda had also told him your favorite cupcake store so he stopped there on the way to the office, determined to win you over so you will talk to him at least. The bonus of being able to call Evan and make out like he was about to fuck Amanda was the cherry on top. "Hey sweetheart." Max greets you when he approaches your desk. "I, uh, know things didn't go too well yesterday but I got you something." He holds up the box of four cupcakes he had gotten you.
You look at the box for a moment and then you turn back to your desk. You had just gotten sat down and was booting it up. “No, thank you.” You respond coolly. “I’m on a diet.” Complete lie, but you aren’t going to let Max try to weasel his way back into your life through baked goods. “I’m sure that the boys in the break room will enjoy them.” The sad fact is that Max is going to be your boss, you need to make sure you keep your interactions with him professional, but just that. You can’t get fired because of him.
Max pouts, not liking the way you completely dismiss him, and he sighs, "I got them for you. Take them home. Give them to - to Aaron." He tells you, setting the box down on your desk and right now, it feels helpless. He doesn't know what to say or do. How to make this up to you, if he can even do that. He also is confused about why you are so mad at him. "When are you gonna be an adult and talk to me?" He huffs, growing impatient.
Your finger slams down on your keyboard and you look over at him incredulously. “Adult?” You demand in a huff. “I should be the adult? That’s all I’ve been, Mr. Phillips.” You tell him. “I’m not the one you should be talking to. Unless you plan on ghosting Amanda like you did me?”
Max's brow furrows until he realizes what you are saying. "Sweetheart. I haven't - I didn't bang Amanda. I went over there to ask about you and the fact that it annoyed Evan was a bonus. Get my own back on that little shit for getting me expelled. He's the reason why I - I left." He finishes lamely.
“It’s none of my business if you ‘banged’ Amanda or not.” You aren’t some lovesick college girl anymore, at least that’s what you try to tell yourself. Not looking at him because you don’t want another reminder of how fucking handsome he is, you shake your head. “You might have left after fucking Evan’s girlfriend, but there were 32 days and fourteen hours between then and the time we slept together that you didn’t say a word to me.” You take a deep breath and look up at him. “Now, if you don’t mind, Mr. Phillips. I need to get back to work.”
Max opens his mouth, wanting to retort and tell you exactly why that happened but he snaps his mouth shut, knowing it is best for him to not divulge anything. It's the past and it's obvious you don't feel the same despite the flame he has held for you for so long. "Okay." He nods, quiet as he makes his way to his office.
You nod to yourself when he walks away and pick up your headset to put on. You don’t know why you feel guilty, but you do. “Hey, uh, you gonna eat those?” Tim pops up over the cubicle divider to eye the cupcakes longingly and you huff, shaking your head.
“I’m taking them home to my kid.” You tell him, making him pout as you swipe them off your desk and shove them into your bottom drawer. Cupcakes might be the only thing Aaron ever gets from his father, so it would be wrong to give them away.
Max spends the rest of the day in his office. He has to decide who to turn and who to fire and he has been staring at your photo all day. He won’t change you. You deserve to stay human for Aaron and he refuses to fire you. Fuck, he still loves you. Even now, after all these years, he still loves you. He just doesn’t know how to win you back. Not that he ever truly had you. Just that night and then he got scared and ran.
“Wazzup, sugar tits.” You roll your eyes at the sound of Dave’s voice, hating that he has decided to come talk to you. You know what it’s about. Evan knows who the father of your son is and has probably started running his fucking mouth. Or Tim, you wouldn’t put it past Tim.
“What do you want Dave?” You shut down your computer and turn to face him. The problem with Dave is that he thinks he’s a lady’s man. That women should fall at his feet and he’s genuinely bewildered that it hasn’t happened, as if there’s something wrong with a woman who doesn’t want a man who yells at kids on video games and jerks off to porn during late nights at the office.
“So I hear that you know our new boss…intimately.” He smirks at you and picks up a picture of Aaron you have on your desk. It’s one you had taken with him at a baseball game last year. His little face reminded you of Max so much sometimes.
You reach out and snatch the picture away from him. “That’s in the past.” You aren’t talking about Max with anyone, let alone Dave.
“Yeah but maybe you could, you know, do the team a favor and put in a good word for us.” He sends you a creepy little wink that makes you want to gag. “Sure that you could remind our new boss of the good times you had together, maybe give him a little blowie, and hell, maybe even put out again to get us all raises.”
You just stare at him, amazed at the sheer audacity of his ‘request’.
Max overheard this request as he makes his way to your cubicle, wanting to talk to you, but when he hears Dave’s lude request, he clenches his jaw and strides over to the employee. “The personal business of my employees is of no concern of yours, David. As for the raises, I think I might consider that.” Max smirks, making Dave grin and nod. “After we have had our semi annual appraisals and I do believe you are behind on your sales?” He mocks, pouting his lips. “Oh well, maybe next quarter. Now, I’d like to talk in private.” Max gestures to you before he shoos Dave away.
Your cheeks heat up, hating that Max heard that. “He’s a pig.” You mutter, almost to yourself as you start to gather your things. You open up the bottom drawer to pull the cupcakes and your purse out, along with your dishes from lunch. “You need to speak with me?” You ask, taking your keys out of your purse. “I’ve got to leave in just a minute. My son has baseball practice.”
Max’s long dead heart lurches and he wants to ask if he can join but he knows he can’t. He can’t push this. You have to give him permission to introduce himself to his son. “No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He tells you, offering you a soft smile. He will do everything he can to fix this. He wants you to talk to him. To allow him to explain.
You’re surprised that he doesn’t push, that was always Max’s MO. But you’re grateful that he doesn’t. You nod and swallow. “Okay then, Goodnight.” You don’t smile back at him, you can’t. Making your way to the elevator, you wonder what he had to talk to you about. Hopefully it was something to do with work, but your sales numbers are the highest in the department, even better than Evan’s. You just hadn’t coveted the sales manager’s position.
****
Max has wallowed in blood, trying to forget the situation he has put himself in. If he hadn��t fucked Evan’s girlfriend, he wouldn’t have gotten expelled and then he would’ve have become a vampire. He would’ve been human. He would’ve told you how he felt once you told him that you were pregnant and he would’ve been there for his son. He sighs, pulling up outside of your house, unable to keep away.
“Mom, I don’t want to.” You sigh and shake your heat, trying not to get sucked into the same pleading expression you see on his father’s face daily.
Looking at the clock, you turn and narrow your eyes at your son. “You can read for thirty more minutes but then you are going to bed.” You hold up a finger to delay the inevitable cheering. “But you won’t be grumpy butt in the morning.”
Aaron nods quickly, “Yes madam!” He promises, grinning at you. “Hey, that cool car is outside again!” He says, glancing out the window.
You huff and push him towards his room. “Brush your teeth first.” You order before you walk over to the window to see the bright yellow classic mustang. Max. It has to be Max. He had always talked about getting one when you were in college. Obsessed with the car.
Max doesn’t exactly know why he is sitting outside of your house but he just wants to be close to you. He sits in his car, watching you walk through the house, Aaron walks around and you usher him into the bedroom. His undead heart stops when his son peeks through the shades before he is ushered away. Max will sit here all night, just anxious to be close to you.
You watch the car randomly until you go to bed, wondering why he is just sitting out there. Why is he putting so much effort into trying to talk to you now when you needed to talk to him nearly twelve years ago and he hadn’t been around. You huff to yourself as you get ready for bed and can’t help but look out the window one more time before you turn out your lights and lay down, wondering what he is thinking about out there.
Max sighs when the lights go out. Settling back against his leather seat, he grabs his phone and answers the emails that came in from HQ. He sighs, wanting to talk to you but it’s late and you’re human. He can’t disturb you and you’d probably stake him if you knew how to kill him.
The next day, you walk into the office after another restless night and you sigh. You had gotten up around 2 to get some water and his car had still been outside. You don’t know what time he had left, but when you had gone outside to take Aaron to school, he was gone. You have to talk to him, because you can’t keep deflecting Aaron’s question about the car and you want to know why he is camping outside your door every night.
Max looks up when there’s a knock on the door, and he can smell you. His curiosity peaks and he calls out for you to come in. His frozen heart thumps in his chest when he sees you enter and he tries to squash the defense to be over the top and charming.
You don’t look around the office or decide to have any sort of small talk. “Is that you at night?” You ask. “In the mustang parked outside my house?”
Max sets his pen down, looking at you with longing. “Yes. It’s, uh, it’s me. I just - I wanted to be close to you. To Aaron. I can’t stay away now that I’ve found you again.” He admits, not ashamed of what he has been doing.
“That’s rich, found me again.” You roll your eyes and cross your hands over your chest. “You didn’t talk to me. Not once before I went to talk to you and you were too busy sticking your dick in Janice.” You hiss. “And not once after they kicked you out. My number never changed.”
Max shakes his head. “You have no idea what was going through my mind after we - after that night. You don’t know. You didn’t know that I-” He cuts himself off, shaking his head again. “I didn’t - I was expelled and then I went to Romania.”
You stare at him for a moment, unable to believe that he can only think of how he was feeling. “And how do you think I felt? The next day and the day after.” You challenge him. “How about the day I found out I was pregnant and you were nowhere to be found?”
Max’s face falls, knowing you are right. He should’ve been there. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t - I should’ve been there. I just didn’t - I didn’t want to - fuck. I can’t tell you why I didn’t stay. You’re gonna hate me.”
Giving a harsh chuckle, you shake your head. “Because it’s so much better now.” You hiss sarcastically. “Yes, I know it was fucking dumb to be in love with you then. It was dumb to sleep with you.” You swallow. “But all you had to do was tell me that you didn’t feel the same way and it would have been alright. I would have gotten over it. But I lost the boy I loved and my best friend in the same day.”
Max’s double takes at your confession, “you - wait. You just said - fuck. Did you just say you loved me?” He chokes, unable to believe you just said that. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. It’s always been you.” He murmurs, reaching up to cup your cheek.
You shake your head. “No it wasn’t. It was me one time. And then it was Janice and then whoever you fucked after that.” You’re angry that he’s toying with you. Unsure of what sick game he was playing. “Because if it had been me, you would have talked to me.”
Max shakes his head, cupping your other cheek and forcing you to look at him. “It was you before that night and then after…I was trying to deny that I was in love with you. I didn’t - I tried to forget about you because I wasn’t good enough for you. I was terrified and that made me a - I thought that if I slept with Janice then I could forget about you. I failed…obviously.”
“You’re an idiot.” You grumble, tears filling your eyes and you hate how those dark brown orbs seem to pull you in just like that had when you were in college. “I didn’t give a shit if you thought you were good enough. I just wanted you. I wanted to talk to you and know what was going on. And you left me alone.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to admit my feelings, didn’t want to ruin our friendship but I ended up doing that anyway and then I was expelled and went to Romania. I just - fuck, I love you. I still love you.” He chokes, “I want to know our son. I want to - to have a family. Fuck, I never thought I’d say that.”
You shake your head, surprised that he is talking about something permanent like that. “Why haven’t you already settled down? Had more kids?” You ask, wondering if he has some other reason.
Max bites his lips, unsure of how to answer that question. He knows you don’t know and he knew he’d have to disclose this at some point. “I, uh, I haven’t settled down or had kids because - Shit, I don’t really know how to tell you this but I - when I went to Romania, I was changed.”
You frown, “changed?”
Max nods, “changed into…into a vampire.”
You stare at him for a moment, trying to determine if he’s fucking with you. Snorting, you turn and pull away from him. “Wow, Max.” You can’t believe that he is such an asshole. “You could have tired to be believable when you try to lie.”
His responding frown while his heart breaks make him lower his hands from where he had been holding your cheeks before you turned away. “I- I know it’s too much to ask you to love a monster. I’m not a good man. I just - I’m in love with you and we have a son and if I hadn't been a pussy and not talked to you, I’d still be human and we would’ve been happy. This is my fault. It’s all my fault.”
“Max…” you want to cry. “Stop lying to me.” You beg. “You’re not a vampire, vampires are a fucking myth.” You blow out a sigh. “I don’t have to know why you haven’t settled down, but don’t blow smoke up my ass.”
Max sighs, knowing he needs to prove to you that he’s a vampire. He thinks about everything that has happened to keep you apart. A growl escaping his lips as he thinks about Evan until his face contorts into the visage of the monster he is deep down inside.
You don’t scream, you couldn’t even if you wanted to. The air is literally sucked out of your lungs as you gape at him. Eyes wide and shocked at you stare at his contorted features but you reach up and touch his brow. “You- you’re a vampire.” You say breathlessly, as if he hadn’t told you that.
Max calms down, trying to relax his face, and he swallows harshly, waiting for your rejection, and he prepares himself for it. Knowing you’ll likely hate him after seeing what he has become. He winces when your hand cups his cheek, face now what you are used to. “Believe me?” He whispers, anxious.
“Oh my god.” You murmur softly. “I thought you were - feeding me some lines. Max….” Your thumbs caress the cheek bones where he had just changed. “I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you, baby.” Leaning in, you kiss his forehead gently. “What happened, what did they do to you?”
“I went to Romania. It was the only place that would accept me after the expulsion and I didn’t exactly know the terms of their acceptance until after I arrived and it turns out it’s a fucking vampire university. They offered me a degree…and eternal life. As long as I worked for their company and created more ‘employees.’ I agreed, desperate to make something of myself. If I knew…if I had known about you and you being pregnant, I never would’ve gone. I would’ve stayed human and done everything I could to be yours, to be a family.”
Your heart melts a little at his words, the naked hope and fear in his eyes making you believe that he is telling you the truth. “I didn’t know.” You promise him. “When I came to talk to you. I didn’t know I was pregnant until a month after you left.” It had been hard, trying to finish school while you were pregnant and worried that you might be horrible at being a single mother. “I know you didn’t cheat. Evan was…angry that you slept with Janice.”
“I swear to you. I - I fucked up. I was young and dumb and I- I thought I could just forget about you but I can’t. I still can’t. Even now. You are everything to me.” He feels so guilty, feeling like he has ruined everything. Surely you can’t love him now you know he’s a monster - both as a vampire and as a man who has abandoned his family.
“You said that they want you to change people.” You bite your lip and look around, as if you are trying to see a list of those he was changing or had already changed. “Are you planning on changing me?” You ask softly, needing to know if you are going to be a danger to your son. “I- can you control yourself around- around humans?”
“They want me to change people but I have already made it clear that I wouldn’t change you. I don’t want to - to change your life. You deserve to stay human for Aaron. We are dangerous when we are first changed - wanting blood constantly - but that lasts for two weeks before we are essentially in our form for eternity and blood is needed but not a must have.”
Your shoulders slump in relief that you don’t have to worry about Aaron’s safety. “Okay.” You nod and chew on your lip for a moment, realizing that his skin is still slightly warm to the touch, not as cool as you expected. “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about you wanting to eat us.” You venture, stepping closer to him. “Does- does that mean that Aaron is the- the only chance for you to have a child?” You had never thought about vampires much but you assume he couldn’t have kids now.
Max nods, “yeah. Frozen in time…frozen sperm. I can’t have kids. I never - fuck - I never imagined I’d be able to have a family. A son. It’s…I want to know everything about him. Catch up on what I missed. Have you - did you ever tell him about me?”
You nod. “I told him that his father was my best friend in college.” You admit. “And when he asked why you weren’t there, I told him that sometimes friendships don’t last and you had moved on before I knew we had made him.”
Max is grateful you haven’t bashed him, told Aaron he abandoned him or some other shit. “Can I- can I meet him? Officially.” He asks, knowing he can’t just force himself into anything. You need to be in control of this to protect your son.
You had told your son the truth, but you hadn’t given him the details. You hadn’t wanted him hating Max if he ever decided to look for him. “Is-” You sigh and decide to just ask him straight out. “Is the only reason you want to meet him, to get to know him because you can’t have children now?” You ask. “Is it some kind of - I don’t know, male pride thing? Would you care if you had a daughter?” If it was because of his inability to make a family and he has some stupid ego trip and needs a son, he would never meet Aaron. Your son deserves more than that.
Max scoffs, “what - what kind of bullshit is that? I wouldn’t - it wouldn’t matter if it was a boy or a girl. It’s our child. Our baby. I- fuck - made from love and we just didn’t know it. I want to meet our son. Our child.” He reaches for your hand.
“Good.” His insulted face is one that he would give you so often in college and you can’t help but smile. “I would invite you to dinner, but I don’t know if you eat food at all.” You have a thousand questions but you don’t want to be rude. “When do you want to meet him?”
Max smiles, happy that you are going to give him a chance. “Tonight. As soon as possible. I don’t want to miss another moment of his life. Of your life. If you’ll give me another chance.” Max bites his lip, wanting you to be open to him.
“Max….” Your hand on his cheek slides down to his chest, feeling the stillness where there should be a heartbeat. “How would that work? You- you’re never going to age, I am.” You blow out a small breath. “I don’t see how unless….” You pause and swallow. “Unless I was a vampire too. Eventually.”
“It’s your choice. If you want to become like me…I will change you but I want you to know about what’s involved in being a vampire. It’s your choice. If you want to remain human…I’ll die shortly after you.” He vows.
“Wait, wait…” You hold up your hand and shake your head. You don’t want him to do that. “Before you vow you will never love again, you need to make sure I’m what you want.” He frowns but you give him a small shrug. “We are different, Max.” You remind him. “It’s been almost twelve years. What if I’m not what you expect anymore?”
“I never stopped loving you. I have always thought about you. Baby, I know my answer will be the same but I will give it time to assess and reconfirm.” He says, spoken like a true businessman. “I know what I want though and it’s you.” He smiles, cupping your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You nod quickly, wanting to kiss him and honestly eager to learn if it’s different from the memories you carry from him. “Kiss me Max.” You beg quietly. “Please.”
He leans closer, undead heart thumping in his chest and he slowly brushes his lips against yours. “I love you.” He murmurs, breathes it against your mouth before he presses his lips against yours, hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer.
Your arms slide around his neck and you smile against his lips. Opening up to let him slide his tongue into your mouth, your own heart pounding so loudly you swear that he can hear it. Moaning into him when it makes your stomach flip and lurch happily.
He hears your heart pounding, loving it, and his tongue slides against yours. He groans into your mouth, his fingers digging into your waist to pull you even closer to him. He wants you but he doesn’t want to push.
Feeling the hard lines of his body against yours is taking you back in time. He’s firmer than he was back then, maybe it was from the change to vampire or he had just worked out. You don’t know if vampires need a workout routine, but you are impressed as your hands roam over his back. “Max….” You sigh against his lips. “I- do you want to go to my house, uh, talk before Aaron comes home?” You don’t want to talk, but you can’t fuck your boss in his office.
Max smirks against your lips, kissing your jaw. “Come on baby. Let me take you home. I want you. Want you and want to worship you.” He murmurs, pulling back so he can look at you. He knows this is going to change everything but he’s ready to have you again.
“You better not disappear on me again, Phillips.” You warn him with narrowed eyes. You are only half way joking, honestly it would kill you. “I don’t think I could handle that.” You admit quietly.
Max nods, “I know, baby. I won’t leave.” He swears it, knowing he couldn’t even if he tried. He reaches for your hand, leading you towards the door and out of his office, ignoring the looks from his employees.
You don’t argue with him when he leads you towards his car. Knowing that you should take yours home, but there is something about him opening the passenger door of his car to let you slide in. “Aaron is in love with your car.” You tell him, smile up at him as you sit in the buttery leather seat.
He grins at that, “our son has good taste. Maybe I can take him for a ride in it one day. If that’s okay.” He adds, looking nervously at you as he starts the engine, starting to pull out of his assigned “manager” spot. Once he’s on the road, he reaches for your hand, bringing it up to your lips.
“As long as you don’t let him drive it.” You shake your head. “He’s 10 going on 25.” You joke, knowing that your son would definitely try to convince Max to let him drive the sports car. “Every weekend he wants to go race go-karts.”
Max chuckles, “maybe he can have a drive away around the parking lot.” Your eyes widen and Max snorts, “I’m only joking, baby.” He kisses your hand again and focuses on driving to your place, wanting to touch you again.
When you pull up next to your house, you reluctantly let go of his hand so the two of you can climb out, although Max is instantly around the car so he can wrap his hand around your waist and pull you close. “So do I need to invite you in?” You ask, remembering that old wives tale. You wonder what rules are real and what is made up.
Max chuckles, “I don’t need permission to come into your house as a vampire but as a man, I want you to give me permission to come into your house. I don’t want to do this and have you regret it. I want you baby. I want you to be mine.”
You smile at his thoughtfulness and nod, reaching into your purse to get your keys. “I think we would get in trouble if we stayed out in public.” You tease as you open the door and walk inside. “Come in Max.”
He follows you, grateful you are ready and he smirks, playfully slapping your ass as you walk into your house. He chuckles at your squeal and he eagerly rushes you into your home. He grins at the way you giggle and he spins you around, pressing his lips to yours with vigor.
Max walks you backwards until you are pressed against the wall, his tongue sliding against yours and he groans, “fuck baby. Let me - show me to your room.”
You hum and pull away so you can kiss along his smooth jaw. Loving the small groan. He’s not cocky right now and you swear he shudders. “Okay.” Pulling out of his grip, your hips sway suggestively as you walk down the hallway, already pulling your blouse out of your skirt and pulling it over your head and dropping it on the floor.
Max is eager to follow you, wanting to see how you have changed over the years. He wants to worship every blemish and mark and difference. He wants to kiss and lick and make you feel good. With a groan, he reaches down to adjust his hard cock and follows you down the hall, ripping at his own dress shirt after shrugging off his jacket.
You smirk when you see his bare chest, loving the hot look in his eyes when he sees your bra clad chest. “They aren’t as perky as they were.” You admit, not ashamed of your body since having Aaron. You unclip your bra and pull it down your arms to throw at him playfully.
Max scoffs, “like i give a fuck about that. It’s tits. I love tits.” He waggles his eyebrows at you and surges forward, pulling you close so he can dip his head down and suck your nipple into his mouth.
“Max!” You cry out, eyes closing and your fingers tear into his carefully styled hair to tangle your fingers in it. “Oh fuck.” You used to dream about his mouth when you were pregnant and now he’s got it on you again. “So good.”
He groans against your flesh, his hands caressing your back and he switches over to your other breast, desperate to have you moan his name again. He’s missed it. He’s missed you. “Fuck baby. Let me - bed. Bed now.”
You moan at his eagerness and let him guide you back to the bed and push you down gently. Bouncing on the mattress and looking up at him as he fumbles with his belt buckle. “Still horny.” You tease, not feeling upset about that fact right now.
“Always but especially for you. That hasn’t changed.” He smirks, grinning at you as he shoves his pants down along with his boxers, kicking off his shoes and expertly removing his socks so he’s standing in front of you bare and proud.
“Jesus, Max.” You whimper when you see his hard cock, looking just as impressive as the last time. Except now you know how he feels and you want him inside you. Tugging down your skirt, you peel your panties down and try not to be self conscious over the fact that you are not a college girl anymore.
Max groans when you lay naked on your bed, your cunt dripping wet and he can’t wait a moment longer. Leaning down to lay on his stomach, his tongue slides through your folds, the taste is intoxicating and he squeezes your thighs while his tongue delves deep.
“Max!” It feels amazing for a second but then you panic. You tug on his hair harshly and try to close your legs around his head. “No stop- stop Max!” You cry out, closing your eyes and tears pouring down to your hair.
Max immediately pulls away, frowning with concern at the way you pushed him away. “What happened, baby? Did I do something wrong?” He asks, eyes wide with concern for you.
“I - the last time-“ you feel ridiculous but you take a deep breath. “The last time, we- we had sex, you went down on me and the we had sex.” Max nods, not quite understanding. “You left after!” You huff, “just - I want you inside me now. Don’t do the same thing as before.”
“Oh,” Max nods, understanding now what you mean despite it being ridiculous. He shifts to hover over you, deciding to change his style and give you what you want. He reaches down to grip his cock, positioning himself at your entrance and he slowly pushes into you, his dark eyes meeting yours while he pushes deeper. “I’m not leaving.” He vows, his chest aching despite his heart no longer beating.
“I’m sorry.” You blurt out, reaching out to hold onto Max. You are being foolish but you can’t help it. You would be devastated if he left again. “Max.” You whimper, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock. “I love you.”
He pushes into you, each thrust deeper than the last and he loves it. The way you toss your head back makes him groan and he kisses along your neck, licking your pulse and he loves feeling it jump.
His rhythm has changed and you don’t know if it’s from maturity and experience or from becoming a vampire. All you know is that your thighs are shaking as he pushes into you again and again. Playing your body like an instrument with every targeted thrust.
Max hisses when your walls flutter around his length. “Fuck. Feel so good.” He pants, focusing on your pleasure. He’s had sex since that night with you, of course he has, but he has learned a thing or two and he wants to make you cum…hard. He wants you to shake beneath him and moan his name. He desperately wants you to fall apart under him.
Every thrust is another moan, another shock of pleasure when he fills you to the hilt. Your legs wrap around his waist and you try to keep up with the delicious rolls of his hips but it’s too much, and you are just taking what he gives you.
Max kisses down to your collarbone, nibbling and sucking the flesh, loving the way you arch your back into him. “Fuck, baby. I love you. It’s always been you. Jesus, this is - you are incredible. So fucking good.” He rambles, unable to stop himself when you are everything he has wanted since he was seventeen.
You whine, tugging at his hair and trying to cum then and there at his words. It was everything you wanted to hear the entire time you were apart from him. To be honest with yourself, it was why no one else could stick around for long. You made excuses about Aaron and whatever else but the truth was that you wanted Max. Now he was here and he was something completely amazing. “Max!” You squeal when he hits something deep inside you and instantly you fall over the edge, clamping down around him and shaking in pleasure.
Max growls, face almost contorting at the tight grip your cunt has on his cock, and he moves faster, seeking his own high. He grunts, thrusting deeper and harder than before, using his strength to grind deep until he cums a few thrusts later. He growls your name, biting his own lip in order to not bite your neck, and he stills above you, cock pulsing as he paints your walls with useless seed.
It feels so different. Not as hot as before but you love it. Enjoying the way he collapses against you even though he’s not panting like you are. The silence in his chest is a stark contrast to your own galloping heart. “I love you.” You murmur softly, turning your head and managing to kiss his ear.
Max feels like he’s home. Finally. He has always been in love with you and his foolish juvenile ways nearly made him lose you. With a sigh, he kisses your cheek. “I love you too. So much.” He promises, excited to understand this older, parental version of you too. He shifts, laying down on his back and rolling to bring you with him so you are laying on his chest, his fingers caressing your spine. “When is Aaron home?”
Glancing over at your bedside clock, you do the math. “He should be getting home in about an hour.” You murmur softly. “Do you want to see his room?” You ask. “Maybe the baby pictures? I have albums of him growing up.”
Max smiles, “yeah. I want to see it all. I want to get to know him, to be his father…finally.” He is excited and so so nervous to meet his son. He wonders what will happen, if he will resent him or be shy. “Show me everything you can.”
“Okay.” You kiss his chest and pull away. “Let me clean up and I’ll grab them.” You tilt your head with a curious grin. “Do you drink water or eat? Or is it not something you need anymore? Because I need some water.”
Max shakes his head, “I’ll clean you up baby and I’ll get you some water.” He kisses you again and groans, shuffling off of the bed before he heads into your bathroom, quickly cleaning himself up before he rushes to grab you a bottle of water, naked and uncaring.
You sit up and bite your lip, trying not to worry about Max sneaking out. Instead you go to the bathroom and clean up, putting on some lounging clothes instead of your work outfit. It is unlikely you are going back to the office today. “Hey.” You grin as you see him walk into the room with a pout on his face, clearly not happy that you are dressed.
He reaches for you, grabbing your hips to drag you close to him. His lips pressing against yours in a soft kiss. The rush of lust has disappeared and he wants to show you how much he loves you. He kisses you again, his hands caressing your back. “I was gonna clean you up.” He pouts, wanting to look after you.
“I know, but Aaron will be home soon.” You murmur. “I don’t want his introduction to his dad to be with his parents buck naked in bed.” You smirk, knowing that if you had your way, him cleaning your up would have resulted in another round of amazing sex.
Max chuckles, kissing your jaw. “True. Probably not the best thing. We will get to that later.” He’s insatiable for you. Wanting you since he saw you in the office. “Let me get dressed and then I want to see his room and his albums.”
Drinking your water, you watch him get dressed. Although he leaves his tie and his vest off. When he’s ready, you walk him down to Aaron’s room. “This is his room.” You murmur as you open the door. “His little sanctuary.”
Max swallows, knowing he’d have tears in his eyes if he could. Just seeing his room, his personality on display as Max looks at the space themed room and he hates how much he has missed. “I can’t wait to officially meet him.”
“You will.” You promise, watching him look over everything and reach out to touch a poster. “I’ll show you his baby pictures and then when he gets home, I’ll cook dinner while you get to know your son.”
“I can’t - I won’t tell him what I am. Not yet. We will see how it goes. I just - I can’t - I don’t want him to be scared of me.” He admits, turning to look at you after lowering his hand from the poster.
“I will leave that up to you.” It’s hard, knowing that Max could possibly fear rejection from his own son. “But I’ll let you in on a little secret.” You smile as you guide him out of Aaron’s room. “He loves monster movies. Van Helsing - he was upset Van Helsing won.” You laugh quietly.
Max grins, “that’s my boy.” His heart thumps at the fact that he has a baby. He wishes he could’ve been there from the start but he can be there from now on. He turns to look at you, “I want to see photos. All of them.” He reaches for your hand, feeling worried and anxious.
You nod, understanding that he might be feeling nervous. Max was always more emotional than he let on. “Come on.” You guide him to the couch and sit him down, reaching for one of the books that were on the table. “I keep them out to embarrass him at a moment's notice.” You joke as you hand him one.
He chuckles softly, knowing he’d do the same, and he looks down at the album. Your pregnancy album. “Fuck.” He exhales, silently reprimanding himself for leaving that night and not telling you how he felt. He opens the book, inhaling sharply at the scan glued to the page followed by a photo of you. Each photo had a companion scan and your bump got bigger in each photo. “Shit. You were gorgeous.” He murmurs, tracing your photo.
“I was grumpy, mean and my feet hurt.” You laugh about it now, looking fondly down at the pictures. “He liked to hang out with his foot in my ribs and made me sick a lot. Couldn’t stand the smell of French fries.”
“That fucking sucks. You used to love fries!” He exclaims, flipping the page to see the photo from when Aaron was born. “He was so small.” He traces the ink footprint you got from the hospital. “God, so cute.” He smiles, looking at the photo of his newborn son.
“He was. Is still, but I’m his mother so I’m a little biased.” You grin as you snuggle into Max’s side as you both look at the photos. “You missed the most horrible dirty diapers and potty training.” You snicker. “I used cheerios to teach him to aim.”
Max chuckles sadly, “I wish I’d been there to see it all. I wish I could’ve been there and made a bigger family with you. Had kids. Gotten married. Just had a human life but Evan…and I was a fucking coward. I should’ve told you then that I loved you.” He flips the page after he kisses your forehead.
“It’s okay.” You can’t change the past but you can move forward. “We can be together now. You have a son you might not have ever had if we- if that hadn’t happened.” You counter. “And when Aaron is old enough, you can change me and we can tell him about your condition whenever you want.”
Max smiles, excited for the future for the first time in a long time. “I love you. So much. I want to spend forever with you.” He promises, looking back down at the book to see the photos of Aaron as he grew into a toddler and then a little boy. “Do you…do you think he will like me?” Max asks, biting his lip and feeling vulnerable.
“He will love you.” You promise. “He’s wanted to know about his dad for awhile, but I kept putting it off.” You admit, looking shamed at the thought. “I wanted to tell him a better story than what happened, I never wanted him to hate you.”
“I love you even more for that. Shit baby, I just - I wanna be good to him. To make up for all the time I’ve lost.” Max sighs and rests his head on top of yours. “With you too.” He kisses your hair and reaches for another album, eager to learn more.
The two of you are on the last album when you hear Aaron stomping outside the door. “Mom! That car is-“ Aaron bursts inside the house and stops dead when he sees you and Max on the sofa. “Outside.” He finishes, staring at Max closer now. He recognizes him from that day he came to the door and he looks really familiar to him. “Who’s this?”
Max smiles, nervous as fuck as he walks over to Aaron after he stands up. “Hey bud. I’m…I’m Max. I’m your dad.” His hands aren’t sweaty but he wipes them on his pants as he stands in front of Aaron.
Aaron looks at Max then at you for confirmation. You nod and give him an encouraging smile. “It’s true baby. This is your dad.” You tell him. “Max Phillips.”
Max is anxious, watching a myriad of emotions on the little boy’s face until he grins. “That’s your car? Cool. Mom, I have a cool dad.” Aaron cheers, grinning at you then looking back at Max who has an awed expression on his face. “That’s my car, buddy. I’ll take you out for a ride in it if you want.”
You smile, happy that the first meeting is already off to a great start. “You two sit and talk while I go make dinner.” You tell them, rubbing Max’s back slightly.
“Is dad going to stay for dinner?” Aaron asks with a hopeful look on his face.
“Yeah bud,” you swallow the lump in your throat. “Your dad wants to stay and get to know you. I’ve told him he can stay as long as he wants.”
Aaron’s eyes widen and he looks over at Max. “Are you going to stay forever? I’ve always wanted to know my dad.”
Max feels like his undead heart is going to explode. Fuck, his son is incredible and you’re incredible and his son wants him to be there, he doesn’t hate him for not being there. “I’m gonna stay forever and ever. With you and your mom.” Max smiles at you before he looks back at Aaron. “How was school today, kid?” He asks, listening intently as Aaron details what happened at school with the teachers and with his friends.
He chuckles when Aaron talks about one of his teachers farting during a history lesson and then dinner is served. Max can eat human foods but it’s disgusting and he has to throw them up later since his body can’t digest them. Still, he eats every bite on the plate, wanting to make Aaron feel comfortable and he wants to tell his son what he is but that will happen later. Everything will come with time and he has plenty of that.
****
“Why are you more nervous than me?” You ask with a small giggle as Max pouts at you. “I’m the one that is about to ‘die’.”
It’s been six years since Max has come back into your life and honestly it’s been the best six years. He lives with you and Aaron and it feels like you’ve been a family forever. Aaron adores his father and handled the fact that he was a vampire surprisingly well, asking when he could be turned. You both had thought that he needs to wait until he’s older for that- which he had accepted with reluctance.
“Because…because it’s like I’m taking your virginity.” He tries to think of a metaphor but you just burst out laughing.
“You and I both know that isn’t the case. You will miss feeding from me.” It’s true, Max loves biting you while his cock is buried inside of you, drinking a little from you and you both find it so erotic but that’s over.
“I’m going to miss human you but I can’t lose you. I want you beside me forever so…so let’s do this. Are you sure you’re ready?” He asks, cupping your cheek.
“I’ve been ready.” You promise. You had waited until Aaron was older for his sake but even your son was joking that you are getting old and you need to be changed. “I love you and I want to be with you for eternity.” You had met and fell in love with him when you were both kids, lost each other for awhile and finally found each other again. No way you are changing your mind about spending forever with him.
Max smiles, leaning down to kiss you, his tongue sliding against yours as he just enjoys you like this for one last moment before he kisses along your jaw before he sinks his teeth into your neck, biting to change you into a vampire so he can have you for eternity.
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