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tysm for the mentionnnn <33

robert ‘bob’ reynolds

masterlist • lewis pullman • marvel • 05/24/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs two II one

𑣲 delicate I @flowersforbucky

𑣲 more than a friend should I @fireinmoonshot

Bob didn't quite count on himself being starstruck by seeing you in a dress for the first time. You didn't count on yourself forgetting how to breathe when you saw Bob in a suit. But when you both have to get through a black tie event, the only way to do it is by getting through it together.

𑣲 drabble I @/fireinmoonshot

When your mental health gets bad, Bob is always there for you.

𑣲 pool day I @moon-fics

The team decided to request a pool, not thinking it would be made. Now, they have a pool.

𑣲 sea otters and hand holding I @pagesfromthevoid

4 times the team tries to get Bob to go out + 1 time he goes out himself

𑣲 jealous I @/pagesfromthevoid

𑣲 drabble I @gay-dorito-dust

𑣲 shadows beneath the light I @violetrainbow412-blog

Valentina contacts you to conduct a complete team assessment regarding the mystical arts. But when Bob's turn comes, it turns out he needs more of your help.

𑣲 let them see I @/violetrainbow412-blog

you and Bob are forced to attend an event hosted by Valentina, where more is revealed than you would have liked.

𑣲 touch starved!bob I @eyelessfaces

𑣲 i just feel you I @scarletmika

Bob Reynolds was broken, and he knew that, but he was trying. He was trying to be better, to control himself. But like Stitch had said: broken, but still good. You were beginning to make Bob believe that he was, in fact, still good.

𑣲 let me in I @/scarletmika

Sometimes, when two broken people find each other, they become each other's comfort through the hurt. You became Bob's, and as much as you tried not to let him in, he became yours too.

𑣲 only good thing I @/scarletmika

There was so much Bob regretted, so much shame riddled through his past, he didn't know what he'd see in his own shame rooms. He hadn't been prepared to see you around every corner, to be reminded of the way he'd left you behind in an effort to be what you deserved.

𑣲 kiss me again I @/scarletmika

A crush isn't a problem, and when that crush becomes love, it's usually a good thing. For Bob, it terrifies him, because he'd managed to fall in love with a literal Goddess. Why would a Goddess choose a broken man like him?

𑣲 velour and velcro I @em1i2a3

You have a hobby of drawing and designing things in your spare time, one day Bob stumbles across your sketchbook and discovers something surprising.

𑣲 detonate I @/em1i2a3

Move in day is happening at the Thunderbolts/New Avengers Compound, and Bob is having a hard time dealing with the changes.

𑣲 affection I @/em1i2a3

You’re in extreme pain from your period cramps, and Bob is the first person to jump in to help you.

𑣲 be my baby I @castielthinkr

𑣲 cowboy like me I @goldenlikedayl1ght

you get a text from an old friend and think.. you could do worse than a book club.. with some benefits.

𑣲 the lighthouse I @hanginginthevoid

you’ve always been drawn to bob. at first you think it means something, but then you remember that yelena’s also always been drawn to bob. and its obvious that he prefers her over you.

𑣲 seasons I @abbysbenchpr

three times you and bob are almost walked in on and the one time you are

𑣲 that’s what i like I @blank-potato

You love everything Bob does, and he doesn't seem to notice.

𑣲 no dick sucking in the communal areas I @callsign-swan

𑣲 request I @nghtwngs

𑣲 understanding I @ang3ltine

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THUNDERBOLTS* | 2025

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BE MY BABY

bob reynolds x fem!reader cw thunderbolts* new avengers spoilers, inspired by prompt 7 of this post, bob is an anxious mess, reader implied to be on the younger side of the team

bob reynolds has been avoiding you.

at first you thought he might have just been having some sort of anxious episode, avoiding the whole team, but you catch him sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with yelena, and know it's just you.

it hurts, in a way. the two of you had been close since the whole void incident, and not having him by your side is beginning to get to you. your heart hurts every time you see him - or, rather, don't see him.

things come to a head when you get cornered by bucky of all people. he’s noticed that things are tense, that you’re withdrawing into yourself.

“talk to me,” he says, sitting next to you out of nowhere. “talk to you?” “something’s wrong. talk to me.” you sigh. no matter how much you try to deflect, you know he won’t give up. you’ve seen the same thing happen with yelena (and john, of all people).

“bob’s avoiding me,” you mutter. “i know,” bucky says. you furrow your brows. “you know?” “it’s not exactly hard to see.” you sigh. again. “i don’t know what to do.” "i can't really help you, kiddo," he says, his voice a little quieter. almost guilty. you bristle at the nickname but don't try to correct him. he never lets up. "i know. s'okay."

except, it's not okay. now that bucky knows, yelena somehow knows, and john knows, and ava, and alexei, and pretty soon it's gotten back to bob that you're well aware that he's avoiding you and that you're upset about it and you're both freaking out.

he comes to you, one day, practically vibrating with anxious energy. you don't even realise he's there at first, having become accustomed to his evasion tactics. he notices.

he clears his throat, and you look up from where you're reading in a corner. in one of his usual spots, he realises. "i'm, uh... i'm sorry." you blink. sorry? "what?" "i'm sorry," he repeats. "yeah, no, i heard you. just... what?" bob sighs a little, fidgeting with his hands. "i'm sorry for avoiding you. it was immature."

you stay quiet for a moment, your brain needing to catch up. weeks of silence, and now this?

"okay... why did you do it?" you ask, not sure whether you actually want the answer. "it's stupid. you don't— you probably don't want to know—“ "bob." "yes?" "just tell me," you say, your voice a little softer now.

he sighs, squeezing his hands together and rubbing them against each other every which way. he murmurs something, and you don't quite catch it. he knows. he clears his throat again and speaks up.

"i have... feelings for you," he says quickly, almost quick enough that you don't catch it. "you... what?" you ask, not sure whether you heard him right. "i have feelings for you. like, romantic feelings. and i thought that avoiding you would make them go away but it hasn't--" "why did you want to make them go away?"

his head snaps up, nervous eyes meeting yours. "what?" "why did you want to make them go away?" you repeat, gentler this time. "'cause, i mean... i just thought..." "you thought i wouldn't feel the same?" you ask. he nods.

"okay, just... stop, for a second. stop everything," you instruct. he does. "i find it so insanely stupid that you think for one second that i'm not completely and utterly head over heels for your oblivious ass."

that makes him pause. "you... what? head over heels?" "yes!" you say, a little exasperated. "i have been since you appeared out of nowhere in that incinerator." "oh," he says quietly, "wow."

he sits next to you, rather ungracefully hitting the floor with a small oof. the two of you sit in silence for a while, revelling in your new discoveries.

"so," he says after a long moment of quiet, "completely and utterly head over heels, huh?" you swat his arm. "shut up. but yes." he leans his head on your shoulder, and your cheek comes to rest on the top of his head. "what does this mean?" he asks quietly, that nervous energy back in his voice again. "whatever you want it to mean. but i want something with you."

he lifts his head. "i want to do this right. take you out, and stuff. i know it might be hard with this... life we lead... but i want to try." "okay," you smile, "yeah. that sounds... that sounds really nice."

it only takes him three days to take you on a date. it's awkward, but it's so quintessentially bob that you don't mind.

bucky gets a full rundown from the two of you - separately - and groans, but internally, he's happy for you both, happy that someone in your little ragtag team is finding some enjoyment in life. finally.

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LINGER

yelena belova x fem!reader cw thunderbolts era, canon compliant violence/injuries, queer yelena + reader, reader is a new avenger, *russian petname meaning my life, non-sexual intimacy

she shows up at your bedroom door, covered in dirt and someone's blood. you don't have time to ask whose it is before she pushes past you. bucky and john and ava pass by, likely heading to their own rooms, covered in just as much shit as yelena. you and bob had stayed behind - of your own accord, definitely not because you were still recovering from an injuring you received not too long ago and were on babysitting duty for the foreseeable future - and it had resulted in the two of you sitting together, anxiously awaiting news, for two days.

so here she stands, in the middle of your room in all her bloodied glory, waiting for you to say something.

"is it yours?" is all you ask, looking her up and down. "no," she says, her russian accent a beautiful relief to your stressed mind. you sigh and nod, taking her hand, and lead her to the bathroom like you've done countless times.

you undress her, despite the fact that she has two perfectly fine, perfectly working hands that are more than capable of doing it. your hands are gentle where hers are not - always have been. you wince as her suit sticks to now-dry wounds, but she says nothing. she undresses you wordlessly in return, clearly holding back comments she'd usually make; suggestive words about your tits, or how much she'd like to be between these thighs right now, Жизнь моя*.

you turn on the shower to a temperature she likes - a number you have memorised by now - as she stands somewhat awkwardly, hands by her sides. you step in, checking the temperature in a way you're sure will have her calling you such a mom later, and pull her in next to you.

the two of you stand for a while under the shower, the water where yelena is standing turning a murky brown-red colour. eventually, you snap out of your daze and grab a washcloth, gently scrubbing away two days' worth of dirt and grime and blood that she still insists isn't hers (you don't believe her, but you keep your mouth shut for now). your hands make their way to her hair, gently massaging the shampoo in a way that has her groaning and all but melting back into you.

when the water finally runs clear and you're sure the two of you have used up all the hot water in the tower, you turn to step out. she grabs your wrist, her grip gentle but firm, and pulls you into her. your chin hooks over her shoulder as she holds you close, one hand coming to cradle the back of your head as the other squeezes your waist.

"i'm okay," she murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head. you hide your face in the crook of her neck for a moment, breathing in the fact that she's still here. you nod. "i know."

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「MCU MASTERLIST」

BUCKY BARNES | WHITE WOLF ➔ ENTER SANDMAN fem!reader, hurt/comfort

YELENA BELOVA | WHITE WIDOW ➔ LINGER fem!reader, mutual comfort

BOB REYNOLDS | SENTRY ➔ BE MY BABY fem!reader, confession fic

STEVE ROGERS | CAPTAIN AMERICA coming soon…

NATASHA ROMANOFF | BLACK WIDOW coming soon…

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ENTER SANDMAN

bucky barnes x fem!reader cw thunderbolts* new avengers spoilers kinda, hurt/comfort-ish, swearing, use of petnames (doll, sweetheart) note i've been writing fics since i was 12 and i still don't know how to end them LMAO

sleep avoids you for weeks after what happened in the void. in fact, the whole team walks on eggshells around each other, every one of them fighting against their own darkness that tries to scratch away at how far they’ve come. on more than one occasion, you and bucky have found yourselves clinging to each other in the early hours of the morning, running from the clutches of yet another void-induced nightmare.

until, one morning, he wakes up and you're not there and he panics. he searches frantically for you, practically turning the new avengers tower upside down, and when he finds nothing - not a single sign of you - he almost loses his mind. if it weren't for yelena throwing a casual "training room" his way, he would probably have torn the entire tower apart.

he walks into the training room, unsure of what to expect, but it definitely wasn't you absolutely losing your shit while attacking a dummy. he hears your grunts and yells from down the hall, his walk speeding up until he rounds the corner and freezes.

you're beating the shit out of a dummy when you hear him, highly trained ears picking up his careful steps. you freeze in your motions, perched atop the dummy with one hand on its chest and the other raised high in the air ready to strike.

"what are you doing?" bucky starts, taking a careful step towards you to avoid spooking you. you're clearly worked up, and the last thing he wants to do is make it worse. he has no idea if you're lucid or trapped in some kind of ptsd or dream-induced state, so his only thought is tread lightly.

"blowing off steam," you mutter, unmoving. "i can see that. you wanna tell me why?" "i'm sure you can guess."

he sighs, coming closer. "c'mon, doll. let the dummy go, i'm sure it's suffered enough."

you let go of the dummy, albeit reluctantly, and he takes that as his sign to move forward. he comes to kneel next to you, slowly and carefully still.

"nightmare?" he asks. his voice is soft, warm in a way he hasn't let it be in years. you nod. he sighs again. "what do you need?"

you slump to the floor rather ungracefully. "i don't know." he stands and holds out a hand to you. you take it, and briefly in the back of his mind he registers that you didn't ask him why, or where he'd be taking you, you just accepted it. you trust him.

ultimately, he leads you back to your bedroom. the two of you pass a very sleepy bob and yelena, who raises an eyebrow but says nothing. your room is bathed in early morning sunlight, blackout curtains haphazardly pulled open in bucky's earlier panic. he sits you on the bed, kneeling in front of you while holding both hands in one of his.

"talk to me," he implores. "please, sweetheart." you sigh a little. "i really don't want to talk about it. i just want to forget it. for now, at least." he nods. he knows the feeling.

he pulls himself up, making a strained noise as he does so (you resist the urge to call him old. now isn't the time). he sits next to you on the bed and you instantly lean into his side, one of your hands gripping his vibranium one. his breath hitches. he's still not used to people not freaking out when they see his arm.

the two of you sit for a while in quiet comfort, your presence acting as a balm for the others' frayed nerves. both of you are still on edge, him still stuck in the panic of waking and finding you gone and you still reeling from your nightmare. you find solace in each other, and that's all you need for now.

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sorry i lowkey abandoned you guys 😔😔 i didn’t realise it’s been a whole ass MONTH since i wrote anything sorry for the drought

anyway life update i met jamie campbell-bower and he held my hand and called me love and i was in the same room as james mcavoy for an hour (comic con i love you)

new writing coming soon i just need ideas pray for me i beg

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pookie do you have a taglist if so can i perchance be on it 😏

i don’t atm but when i make one i’ll add you to it pookie 🙏🙏

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「FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST」

OP81 ➔ SMOOCHES fem!reader, fluff

other drivers coming soon…

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「JACKLES MASTERLIST」

ALEC MCDOWELL coming soon...

BEAU ARLEN ➔ SUNSHINE fluff, suggestive

DEAN WINCHESTER ➔ FEELING younger sibling!reader, comfort ➔ ELECTRIC fem!reader, suggestive ➔ THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER fem!reader, fluff+ nsfw, older!dean ➔ LEATHER AND LACE angel!reader, tiny bit suggestive

SOLDIER BOY ➔ LIKE A DOVE fem!reader, fluff, suggestive

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LEATHER AND LACE

dean x angel!reader cw no set timeframe but i had early season dean in mind (s4-5), implied bi dean? let me live my truth idc, fluffy, a tiny bit suggestive

summary when cas informs him that another angel - one on their side - has arrived on earth, dean doesn't know what to expect. it definitely isn't you. notes i know i promised this fic last week IM SORRY 🙏🙏 this is shorter than i wanted but i might make it into an au series bc i have so many ideas. if anyone has any questions or thoughts please leave them in my ask box i'd love to talk abt this more!!

you stand before him in a dingy motel room with wide, innocent eyes and a lacy blouse. if he didn’t know any better, he’d say you literally lit up the room. for the first time in his life, he's absolutely speechless at the sight of a woman.

you smile sweetly at him in a way that makes him want to protect you from the horrors of the world - horrors that he's seen, that he's sure you’d seen, yet you smile brightly regardless. you're so different from cas - from any other angel he's met - and he feels his protective instincts flare up immediately.

"you're the angel?" he asks, trying to sound like he isn't about to melt at the sight of your smile. when you speak to him, oh god he could fall to his knees. your voice is melodic. sweet. like a goddamn prayer. "yes, i'm the angel," you say, and introduce yourself to him. he repeats your name. it feels like silk on his tongue. it feels right.

"cas told me about you," he says, trying to come up with something - anything - to not sound completely dumbfounded at the sight of you. "he did?" you ask sweetly, and he nods. "told me i have to look out for you."

you giggle, and oh heavens above he's about to faint. "i'm a big girl, i can look out for myself. but thank you, dean," you say. "i don't doubt that for a second, sweet thing," he says. his voice takes on a flirty tone, but he's unsure of whether you'll register it or not. if you're as... sheltered... as cas, he might have to explain it, and he doesn't really want to have to explain to his best friend's sister (are you siblings? are angels related? he assumes it's complicated and decides he doesn't want to know) that he was flirting with her.

you cock your head ever so slightly, and he doesn't think he's ever seen someone so adorable before. cute isn't really the word he'd use to describe most of the people he's been with, but he can't deny that he's attracted to you. you stand in front of him with wide eyes and perfectly fitting light-washed jeans and a lacy blouse, and suddenly all he wants to do is take you into his arms and press kisses to your face and protect you from everything.

if sam catches on to dean's obvious attraction to you later in the evening, he doesn't say anything. the brothers take you to a diner, where dean convinces you to try a bite of his bacon double cheeseburger. you insist that you can't ("food doesn't taste like food to me. i don't need sustenance") but he practically begs, and you take a tentative bite. he leans in close, and wipes a little ketchup from the corner of your lip.

the tension is thick enough for sam to notice it, but when he clears his throat dean doesn't move. his eyes are locked on yours, pupils blown wide. your own eyes are wide and almost doll-like, looking up at him. you're surprised (maybe a little turned on, but shhh), and freeze, not used to the closeness or the touch. you glance to sam when he clears his throat, and do the same.

"dean?" you say. your voice saying his name is like music to his ears. "yeah, angel?" he responds. he's still looking at you, and the eye contact combined with the pet name (he's rather fond of them, you decide) makes your heart flutter. you turn your head away from dean and look at sam, almost apologetic, and continue the conversation he was trying to have with you about your grace and your time in heaven. dean continues to stare blatantly at you, taking in how delicate you look in stark contrast to the power you're discussing with his brother.

you take another innocent glance at him, and he winks.

unfortunately for sam, that's only the beginning of it.

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‘67 CHEVY

sam winchester x fem!reader cw lucifer era 😔 reverse hurt/comfort, can be read as platonic or romantic

summary in the midst of a potential apocalypse, the two of you find solace in the comforting interior of the impala notes i’ve missed writing for sam my number 1 ho 4eva love u also i promise dean x angel!reader is on its way it’s just taking FOREVER to write

you’ve noticed recently that sam seems to look increasingly tired. there are dark circles under his eyes that, yes, have been there for a while, but now they’re darker. more prominent.

it’s concerning.

and yet, when you come back to the motel room late at night, there’s never any movement. no mumbling, no shouting, no shaking. he’s as still as a statue - maybe even more so. he doesn’t talk much nowadays, not that you blame him. he tends to keep to himself, a result of what you’re sure is lucifer convincing him that both you and dean hate him. you do your best to reassure him that you don’t, but there’s only so much you can say to combat his psyche.

it all kicks off one night. the hunt you’d been on was long, having stayed in the shitty little town far longer than dean had been comfortable doing. ‘kicks off’, as it turns out, is a rather strong phrase for what happens.

you enter the motel room late at night, after a ‘thank you’ meal that the victim of your case had insisted she take you to. dean is fast asleep, sprawled out across one of the beds with a leg hiked up above the covers and arms starfishing beside him. you sigh, knowing you’ll be sharing with sam tonight, which inevitably means an early wake-up call.

you change quickly in the bathroom but when you return, sam is sitting upright in bed, chest heaving. his eyes are wide, frantically looking around until they land on you.

“hey, sam,” you say softly, not entirely sure if he’s present. sam breathes out your name, almost like a plea, and you make your way over to the bed. you don’t sit down, just in case it spooks him. “you okay?” he looks at you with those wide, fear-filled eyes. “you’re real?” you heart breaks for him, and you hold out a gentle hand, ignoring the slight shake in it. “yeah, i’m real.” he grabs your hand like a lifeline. his entire body is shaking like a leaf, and his eyes snap to a corner of the dingy motel room. your heart sinks.

“is he here?”

sam nods in response, his eyes flicking briefly over to you before looking back at the corner. you bite your lip. usually, dean is able to pull him out of these episodes, but dean is fast asleep and hasn’t slept more than six hours total in the last four days, so waking him is out of the question. you squeeze sam’s hand as you think for a moment.

“sammy?” you ask softly. “you with me?” he glances up at you again, and you gently place a hand on his cheek to keep him facing you. “just look at me. not him.”

he nods, and you begin to pull him up from his position. he hesitates, but you meet his eyes and he stands. you turn, not letting go of his hand, to grab the impala’s keys from where they sit on the table between the two beds, writing out a quick note for dean.

taking sammy for a drive. be back soon

you sign your name, leave the note in place of the keys, and pull sam to the door. he’s so out of it that you have to pull his shoes on his socked feet for him, and you can feel the coldness that seeps through the fabric. you grab him a jacket, just in case, and pull him out the door. he looks confused, but neither of you interrupt the comfortable silence that has settled.

you pull him to the impala, getting him comfortable in the passenger seat before getting in yourself, and turning the car on. whatever tape dean was listening to earlier starts blasting, startling you both. you scramble to turn it off, or at least turn it down, and sam lets out a small, breathy laugh.

you haven’t heard him laugh in weeks.

a smile comes to your face.

still holding his hand, you begin to drive aimlessly. up and down the country roads on the outskirts of town, through the usually busy high streets. you glance over to sam as the clock on the town hall building reads four twenty-five am, and see him looking peaceful for the first time since stanford.

by the time the two of you reach the motel again, the sun has begun to rise, and sam is talking. it’s quiet, almost nervous, but you haven’t heard him ramble about things in what feels like forever. you sit quietly, listening to him, until you take the keys out of the ignition. he begins to clam up again, clearly anxious about going back to the motel room where lucifer was taunting him, but you squeeze his hand and gently pull him along.

you lead him to his bed, briefly registering dean’s eyes slipping closed and the note you’d left for him now finding a place on the floor beside his bed. you sit next to sam, still holding onto his hand as he slips under the covers.

miraculously, he sleeps until noon.

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SUNSHINE

beau arlen x fem!reader cw implied age gap (who’s surprised), suggestive, fluff, est relationship, written on my phone i’ll fix the formatting in the morning

summary waking up next to beau never gets old notes i’m gonna have to make a jackles mlist bc i can’t get enough of his characters

waking up is a slow, slow task this morning. as you come to, a solid, warm arm drapes across your waist. you smile to yourself lightly as reminders of the previous night’s activities come to mind, several of them making themselves known as you give yourself a once-over.

sunlight filters through the curtains, decorating the room in a pale glow while simultaneously rousing the man beside you. you roll over, giving him a dopey smile as he blinks down at you blearily.

“mornin’ sunshine,” you tease, tracing gentle shapes across the tan skin of his bare shoulder, almost like you’re playing a dot-to-dot with the freckles that reside there.

beau groans at your words, his free arm resting over his eyes. “s’too early,” he grumbles, and if you weren’t already in bed you swear your knees would have buckled at how thick his texan accent sounds in that moment.

“it’s nine in the morning, beau,” you say “exactly,” he responds, grabbing your waist and tugging you closer. “too early.” you giggle, succumbing to your capture in his arms. “i have work. you have work.” “screw work.” “you won’t be saying that when hoyt comes knocking on our door.”

he groans at your words, burying his face in your neck. you chuckle softly, fingers gently raking through his hair. “c’mon, we need to get up. we’ve already slept in longer than we should’ve.”

he sighs, but untangles himself from you. you instantly miss the contact, something you’re sure he takes note of.

“you sure you’ll even be able to walk after last night?” he asks teasingly, an eyebrow raised. you roll your eyes at him but feel the burn of your legs once his back is turned. as if he can sense it, he chuckles. it’s a deep, rich sound, and you feel your heart flutter at its presence in the room.

he makes his way to where you’re sitting on the edge of your side of the bed (because you each have a side — beau refuses to sleep on your side, claiming it’s bad for his back. in retaliation, you call him old). a hand enters your vision, and he pulls you up with ease. you take a moment to admire is face, as he does yours, smiling fondly at each other. he presses a kiss to your forehead, and you close your eyes at the contact as your smile simply widens.

he reaches for yesterday’s shirt, which you scold him for. you set out his outfit as he grumbles, but he wears it nonetheless. he insists on making breakfast, but the two of you are already almost late, which you blame on him being old, again. he swats you gently, making a joke about how that just means he’s more experienced, darlin’. you laugh at him over your coffee, a coy expression on your face. he promises to give you the same treatment later that night, and presses a kiss to your cheek, then your forehead, then your lips as he practically runs out the door, his phone ringing as hoyt’s name flashes up at him.

you smile as his truck pulls out of the driveway. you can’t wait to repeat this all tomorrow.

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SMOOCHES

op81 x fem!reader cw fluff, established relationship (sorry lily), idk how mclaren works behind the scenes so ts is all made up lol, title will prob change i hate it

summary oscar can't race without his good luck charm notes this is my first time venturing into f1 fics but im manifesting an oscar win later (also i'm classing this as a birthday fic happy early birthday osc!!!)

his ten-minute warning comes from someone he doesn't see at first, along with a question about his teammate's whereabouts (he answers with a shrug - if lando isn't in the garage then he could be just about anywhere). aside from the shrug, he doesn't respond to the poor woman decked out in an orange polo, who repeats herself with a timid, "oscar?" to ensure he's listening. he nods, but his focus is far from the race.

his focus is on you. or, rather, on how he can't find you.

you'd disappeared an hour or two ago, calling back over your shoulder something about grabbing a coffee. he knows you've gone to someone else's hospitality - you're notorious throughout mclaren for hating the coffee they serve. oscar doesn't see how its any different to anything else that's served, but who is he to say anything?

since the two of you had started dating way back when he was in the junior categories, before apline and his f2 days back at prema, you'd always given him a kiss before he raced. it started out innocently, with gentle brushes of your lips against his cheeks, then gradually drifted towards kisses on his lips. occasionally, when he's had a rough time in practice or qualifying, you'll give him a sweet kiss on his forehead.

oscar swears down to lando and zak and the rest of the team and anyone who'll listen, really, that this little tradition of yours brings him good luck. after all, on the odd occasion you can't make it to a race, he tends to bottle.

whether it's a coincidence or not, he doesn't want to risk it. which is why, right now, he's frantically texting you about where you are.

you don't respond 'til the five-minute mark, when he's started asking around the garage in a panic (not really a panic, but as close to one as any of them have ever seen him). his phone dings, then again, and dings for a third time, and his heart soars.

OSC IM SORRY THERE WAS A QUEUE got my coffee, omw back do not sit your ass in that car without me istg

wouldn't dream of it, he responds. you might need to hurry though, they've told me five minutes already

you respond with a simple, dignified, fuck, and appear a minute or so later in the garage. you're panting, a little red in the face, and there's coffee dripping down the side of the paper cup you're holding.

he's never been more relieved to see you.

he asks the person coaxing him towards the car to "just wait, please," and turns towards you. you stop in front of him, breathless and smiling, a sheen on your face from the humidity and your race back to the garage. "made it." he gives you a very oscar smile (the epitome of a polite cat, as his fans say), and squishes your cheeks with his hands as he pulls you in for a kiss.

your lips meet his, and its soft. it's gentle and soft and all very you and oscar, but still somewhat rushed and anxious, with a little adrenaline sprinkled on top. he pulls away first, as he usually does, and grabs his helmet from someone. you help him put it on, slapping the visor down and laughing when he pushes it back up and glares at you.

you place another kiss on the top of his helmet once he's in the car, just for good luck.

[castielthinkr]

「THE BOYS MASTERLIST」

SOLDIER BOY ➔ LIKE A DOVE fem!reader, fluff, suggestive

HUGHIE CAMPBELL ➔ GOOD GRACES fem!reader, fluff

BILLY BUHCTER ➔ coming soon…

ANNIE JANUARY ➔ coming soon…

[castielthinkr]

GOOD GRACES

hughie campbell x fem!reader cw canon-typical violence/gore/language, title from good graces by sabrina carpenter

summary after months of no-contact, hughie shows up at your door covered in... guts? notes i watched novocaine last night and now i can’t stop thinking about jack quaid please enjoy

when someone knocks on your door at close to midnight, you aren't expecting to open it and see hughie campbell covered in what looks like guts. it's disgusting, for starters, and completely unexpected - hughie's basically gone off the grid, has barely talked to you or his dad.

you stand and look at him for a moment. he looks... sad, in a way, like there's something heavy weighing over him. it takes a hot minute for you to open your mouth and say something. you clear your throat. "hughie? what the fuck?"

"uh... hi?" he says, in that awkward, adorable, quintessential hughie way, and you have no choice but to let him in. he tracks blood across the linoleum, through the entryway of your apartment, and has the sense to go to the kitchen rather than sit on your nice, clean couch.

you follow him in, watching as he navigates your apartment perfectly, as if he was there yesterday rather than months ago.

"are you gonna tell me what happened?" you ask, "or do i just have to guess why you're stood in my apartment covered in... whatever the hell that is?" he has the decency to look at least a little sheepish, though that could just be his usual demeanour shining through. "it's a long story," he finally says.

"i've got time."

he looks down at himself before responding again. "any chance i could shower first?" you raise an eyebrow at that. "you disappear for months, not even sending an i'm okay text, appear at my front door at-" you check the time on your phone "-eleven fifty-two pm covered in fuck knows what, and have the audacity to ask to use my shower?" "...yes?" he looks at you with eyes that hold a story, one that wasn't there last time you saw him and one you're not sure you want to know, and you relent almost immediately. "okay."

he stands almost nervously in your kitchen for a minute or so, and you realise he wants some help. except, you're not entirely sure you want to help. you're not entirely sure you want to be involved with whatever this is, but the look in his eyes gets to you, just like it always has, and all of a sudden you're asking if he wants help, and he's nodding, just like he always does. you lay a towel down on a chair - your grossest towel that your friend used to dye her hair once and has never been truly clean since, and the chair that no-one ever sits on, 'cause it's got an annoyingly rickety leg that you can't be bothered fixing. hughie sits, hunched over. he looks like a timid animal, almost scared, but you know from years of experience that that's just hughie.

you find yourself, damp cloth in hand, gently wiping blood from his face. there are chunks of... something... on his cheeks - you don't think you want to know what it is. you hold his chin gently, tilting it up to you so that you have better access to his face, and dab at his skin. you open your mouth to speak, but almost as if he can read your thoughts, he speaks up first.

"it's best if you don't ask." "that makes me want to ask even more." "i know, but just... trust me, okay?"

the hand holding the cloth drops to your side. "hughie-" "please. i don't want you involved." you sigh, and gently squeeze his cheek with your hand as an okay.

the state of your shower is positively disgusting when he's done. he promises he'll clean it, but you know you'll be scraping blood out of the grout for weeks. he curls up on your couch, adorably gangly and everywhere all at once as he tries to make himself smaller. he looks up at you, covered in blankets and propped up on all the fuzzy cushions the two of you could find.

"am i back in your good graces?" he asks nervously, that tiny anxious smile still on his face. you think for a second, and give him a small, contemplative hum. "are you gonna tell me what's going on?" he deflates, and you giggle a little. "kidding. i'm just glad you're okay."

he mumbles something about coming to see you more often, a hint of guilt under the exhausted tone, and you soften as you head to your own bed. you'll weasel answers out of him in the morning. right now, the two of you need rest.