word count: 2812
pairing: whizzer & marvin
warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of bad driving, i think that might be it??
author’s note: i’ve been forgetting to post my work on tumblr lmao whoops. anyway, enjoy!
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It’s another sultry midsummer evening, the time of day when muted sunlight casts shadows on trees and residential homes alike. Marvin’s car is doused with light in shades of apricot and tangerine as it sputters past several neighborhoods and cul-de-sacs. The radio emits a soft tune, something vintage and largely instrumental. The carload listens with little interest as each note fades into the warm breeze, a collective sigh filling the air. Fifteen minutes in this sweltering vehicle, and they’ve yet to reach their destination. In the back seat, Marvin’s son speaks exclusively in the form of whiny, prepubescent complaints.
“Are we there yet?” Jason groans, tapping the button to roll the window down. He watches the stream of only vaguely familiar buildings pass by.
From the passenger seat, Whizzer shakes his head. “Not quite, kiddo. But wait just a few more minutes, and we will be.” He nudges his partner. “Isn’t that right, Marv?”
Marvin only hums in response, giving his undivided attention to reaching their destination without causing an accident. He’s always been an awful driver, especially at times when the busy New York streets are crowded with tourists and taxis, and today isn’t an exception. He makes a particularly sharp left turn, and for a brief second the entire carload can feel the oncoming threat of motion sickness. It passes sooner than it arrives, but leaves his lover temporarily shaken.
“Fuck!” Whizzer hisses, clutching the door handle. He suddenly remembers his stepson’s presence and cringes, hastily correcting his language. Another pause, and he turns to face Marvin. “Sweetheart, did you ever actually learn how to drive, or did you find your license in a box of Cheerios and immediately decide to terrorize the road?”
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