#I don’t know if people know how good this is but it’s really good please go watch it like I almost didn’t give it a chance like a fool

[rainydaygotham]

The Hall Pass

Robins react to their civilian partner declaring their hero persona as their ‘hall pass’.

(Steph is here too but she’s the instigator. Little stephcass cameo as well. I could write for the girls too if requested tho)

You really don’t know why you keep letting your boyfriend drag you to these hangouts with his siblings.

Sure, they were cool people, but that’s why you weren’t the most comfortable around them. They were fucking superheroes. You were just some kid off the street, and now you regularly spent your evenings playing board games with Gotham’s ‘rich young and powerful’.

Right now you guys were playing Clue. Which got really intense, as you could imagine. You’d think they’d pick a different game, since solving crimes was their day-to-day life, but nah.

They weren’t even being subtle about it. Pretty sure they were all trying to impress you with how fast they could beat the game, too.

It wound down, however. The night had dragged on. The game changed to Uno because that was less brainpower and more drinking.

You hit Stephanie with a Draw Four, that by house rules, stacked with another Draw Four, making girlypop have to draw eight cards total. You really shouldn’t have done that.

You couldn’t remember how you guys got to the subject, but suddenly you were talking about hall passes. You know, that thing where you can bang a certain celebrity if you ever got the chance and your partner can’t get mad.

You think they were just really trying to embarrass your boy. And it was working.

“Mine’s Zendaya,” Stephanie laughed, “people complain that she’s in everything these days but I couldn’t be happier. I’d use that girl’s thighs as earmuffs,” she then animatedly mimed some colorful actions.

Your boyfriend grit his teeth at the crassness. That was more than he needed to know. Cass just rolled her eyes at her girlfriend’s antics.

The others chattered their agreement. Zendaya was hot. A worthy hall pass.

Stephanie then turned to you with a sneaky smile, the air of an animal cornering its prey, “What about you, huh Y/n? You’ve been pretty quiet tonight.

“Uh—“ you stuttered, “I don’t know. I believe in fidelity pretty strongly,” you played with a lock of your hair, “and I don’t really let myself think about other guys like that, so,” you tried to deflect.

“Oh, please,” one of your boyfriend’s brothers interjected as he incredulously rolled his eyes at you, “like that’s true,”

“Yeah, and I’m secretly the Queen of England,” Steph added.

“Hey!” your boyfriend defended, “Sounds true to me,” he insisted. You were giving a perfectly good answer and they’re just jealous that they don’t have someone like you in their lives.

“C’mon Y/n. Surely, there’s some celebrity out there who’s caught your eye,” Stephanie knocked back her solo cup dramatically, “You telling me you’ve never had a celebrity crush? Never ever?” she nudged your arm with hers.

“Well…” you stalled for time.

“Well?” she pried.

And then you got an evil thought.

You know that little imp on your shoulder that likes to say “hey, you know what would be so fucking funny?”. Well, you’re going to listen to them for once.

True, you know that you’re sitting in the den of the infamous Gotham vigilante family, but they don’t know that you know that.

“There is… someone…”

“Someone?” your boyfriend pressed, trying really hard to sound like he was simply curious and totally not jealous. At all.

“He’s just—ah” you covered your face in your hands in a pretty good performance of fake embarrassment.

“Who?” they all badgered you as they leaned in like you were about to divulge tomorrow’s winning lottery numbers or something.

“It’s—

[Dick]

“Nightwing,”

Dick choked on his own spit. “NIGHTWING?!” He sputtered.

“He’s just so sexy. I don’t know what to tell you Dickie. He’s such a sweetie. And there’s something about the way he moves. I just get so starstruck when he’s around,”

“When he— When has Nightwing been aroun—”

And suddenly he remembered all those times he thought he was being sneaky, stalking secretly walking you home from the rooftops whenever you got off work at night.

Shit. Did you see him? Maybe once or twice? Was it more? Have you been aware that a whole ass vigilante has been practically stalking you? And you were okay with that?

Maybe you just thought his patrol route lined up with your way home.

But he didn’t have any more time to ponder this as you JUST KEPT GOING OH MY GOD.

“And damnn, have you seen his butt?” you whistled, “His suit is so tight. Sooo tight.” You emphasized.

Dick’s face was redder than a tomato at this point. Someone kill him now. Stephanie looked like she just won aforementioned lottery.

“He’s out here single-handedly keeping the entire ass city of Blüdhaven safe, all while looking like he was sculpted by Michelangelo or something. Literally gorgeous. And I heard he saved a puppy one time. A puppy, Dick. It’s like he was written by a woman. I’d be stupid to NOT tap that sweet ass.”

Suddenly, and probably his brain trying to cope with the mortification, all sorts of filthy fantasies were crossing his mind of you, him, and the Nightwing suit. Why did that sound so hot?

Imagine him coming home, not even shedding the sweaty suit as he made a beeline for you. Imagine dry humping while he’s still suited up. God.

Imagine the hero Nightwing bending an innocent little civilian over the table because you just wanted to thank him for keeping you safe. You’ll do anything for him, anything he wants *wink wink*…

Goddammit Dick! Not in front of The Children (his grown ass siblings lmao).

“Well, looks like Dickhead doesn’t mind,” Jason teased as he nudged his older brother with his elbow, knocking him out of his horny daze.

“Oh, he’s totally down for a threesome with Nightwing, Y/n,” Tim added devilishly.

“Shut up both of you!” Dick’s face literally could not get any hotter.

He hid his face in his hand as the rest of the party descended into giggles. You among them.

Poor Dickie. You’ll have to put him out of his misery and tell him that you know his secret after tonight. And then maybe you will get to tap that.

[Jason]

“Red Hood,”

…Jason was confused. Why would you pick him. What?

“Red Hood?”

Where was all his bravado when he needed it?

“Yeah, Red Hood,” you puffed out your chest in pride, “He’s like legitimately the coolest out of all the bats!”

“No he’s not,” Jason said exasperatedly, “You’re biased because he saved you that one time.”

It was a weird night for him. He couldn’t say he wasn’t pissed to all hell when he caught you getting fucking mugged in an alleyway, but he did enjoy the way you looked at him like he was your hero. Your knight in shining armor. Or knight in a beat up leather jacket and red helmet.

“No, I’m right. Not just because he beat up those goons for me.” you crossed your arms, “Those other vigilantes wish they were as cool as Red Hood. Batman wishes he was as cool as Red Hood,”

“He’s done a lot of bad things,” was all Jason could think to say.

“Antiheroes are sick as fuck, Jay. And he’s sexy as fuck too.”

Oh really now? He could almost roll his eyes.

“You don’t even know what his face looks like,” he scoffed.

“I don’t have to. Have you heard his voice when he talks to reporters? It’s like honey. Hot honey, Jason. I just know he’s gorgeous under that stuffy helmet. Oh! I bet his helmet hair is sexy too.”

Jesus Christ. Jason took a deep breath to center himself. You did not just say. All of that.

“Man, I hope that next time I get mugged he puts that sexy leather jacket around my shoulders,”

Your boyfriend just stared at you, willing the veins to not pop out of his forehead.

“You okay there, Jason?” Duke asked in fake concern, patting him on the back.

“Yeah, you’re looking a little.. Red,”

Oh, Jason was going to kill Tim for that one.

Forget them, there’s something more important on his mind now, “There will not be a ‘next time you get mugged’, Y/n,” he said annoyed.

“Oh sure there will. We live in Gotham,” you waved your hand in dismisal.

Lord have mercy on his soul.

Looks like ‘Red Hood’ was going to have to pay you a visit to have a little chat about safety. Again.

And maybe it’ll be as Jason, your boyfriend. If he can work up the courage. Maybe. Maybe it won’t be as bad as he’s been making it out in his head. If your staunch defense of him tonight proved anything. Maybe you’ll love Red Hood too. He won’t have to hide that part of himself anymore. He’d give you all of him, if you would take it.

[Tim]

“Red Robin,”

“Ooooh,” the siblings chorused.

Tim was unexpectedly quiet, however.

“…That’s an interesting choice.” he sounded weirdly calm, lost in thought as his eyes flickered like he was calculating something, “Red Robin,” he said it more to himself than anything.

Not exactly the embarrassed reaction you were hoping for. You were kinda confused, “What do you mean?”

“Well it’s just that he’s not exactly popular, you know? Like, you could’ve chosen Nightwing. That would be the obvious choice here. Everyone loves Nightwing,”

You pretended to not hear Dick scoff at that.

“Well, I don’t love Nightwing,” you said and also pretended to not hear the little wounded noise Dick made at that, and then the sound of the air getting knocked out of his lungs as Jason jabbed him in the stomach.

“So why Red Robin?”

“Well, again, sorry to Nightwing, but Red’s my favorite Robin. He’s just objectively the best.”

“Objectively?”

You started listing off reasons on your fingers, “He’s the smartest of the bunch, he’s the most successful, he’s the prettiest—“

“All of those things are highly debatable,” Jason interjected.

You shook your head, “Look, we’re lucky he hasn’t chose to go rogue because he’d be an incredibly powerful supervillain. He’d be unstoppable. And he’s my Robin. So really. There’s no denying it,”

“Your Robin?”

“Yeah, My Robin,” you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist, that Tim recognized as the tracker he secretly put on you.

He knew if he gave you something, you’d never take it off. And sue him, he likes knowing where you are at all times. Helps soothe his anxiety about letting you roam around Gotham as you please.

It alerts him if you stray along an unusual path (dangerous) or stay in one place too long (also dangerous). Not your home or work or any of the shops and cafes you frequented. Just like. If you stay on a side street too long, then something’s happening. And he needs to know that immediately.

Seeing your little icon on the map safe and sound in your home was a comfort to him. Sometimes he’d fall asleep watching the unmoving icon.

“He’s like, the Robin who was active while I was growing up, you know? He’s the one I saw on the news and watched rooftops with my telescope hoping to get a good picture of him. That was the guy I wanted to save me. My Robin.”

“Oh so when you said objectively, you meant subjectively,” Damian didn’t sound impressed.

“No. I mean objectively. Just because I’m biased doesn’t mean he isn’t legitimately the best,” you crossed your arms, “You’re just jealous, Tiny,” you stuck out your tongue at the younger boy.

Damian squinted his eyes at your childish display.

Tim laughed, “Well, I guess I really can’t be mad if you sleep with him, then,”

“You can’t,” you said smugly.

Tim slipped his arm over your shoulder, and you melted into him. You might not have changed his plans on the perfect time to tell you his secret (which is next month, your anniversary), but this sure was entertaining. At least now he knows you won’t be mad.

(Bonus) [Damian]

“Robin,”

“Robin?” Damian echoed, voice tinny like he was outside of his body.

“I’m sorry Dami, he’s just really cool—“

“I have to kill him.”

“What?”

“I have to kill Robin, obviously,” he said solemnly as he quickly stood up from his chair, making a scraping noise on the floor, “The hunt starts now. Goodbye, Beloved, I will be back soon.”

“Damian!” you called after him as he dramatically left the room.

(He just went to go get more soda from the fridge. Little shit. But he gave his reflection on the stainless steel door a stern talking-to, of course.)

[novaimperia]

★ asking roommate!sukuna if you can get a lift to campus

halfway out of the door, your roommate turns his head and lifts a singular brow at you, the piercing there glinting. keys hanging off his finger, backpack slung on over one shoulder, you’re glad you caught him right before he left – his long legs make him impossible to catch up to. 

“no.”

and then he leaves.

you run after him. “oh, come on. why not?”

not slowing his pace down at all, he lifts up a hand, counting down. “one, i’m not a taxi. two, i don’t want to. three, it’ll become a habit. four, you’re annoying. and five, i don’t want to.”

he’s probably not wrong; since his car is much, much nicer than the public transport available, and quicker too, you’d likely get too used to the comfort and plead to make it a regular thing. although, you’re not really convinced it’d be so bad. “please? there’s a creepy man on the bus and i don’t want to run into him.”

at his car now, unlocking it with his key, he opens his car door, throws his bag inside, climbs in, and slams the door shut in your face. shooting you the most unamused look in the entirety of humanity’s existence, you’re sure, he drawls, “so then walk.”

you watch his car disappear out of the car park.

five minutes later, you’re grumbling about how he’s the worst roommate ever and how, if given the chance, you’d gladly suffocate his irritatingly handsome face under a pillow. just because he’s rich, naturally smart, effortlessly athletic, crazily popular even though he doesn’t want to be, he thinks he can do as he pleases. and yeah, guess he can. but still!

the past couple weeks since you’ve met him, you’ve been good to the bastard. you say hi, you keep clean and tidy, never make too much noise, don’t invite yourself to any of his plans, and you don’t snoop or invite friends over. by his standards, you’re the perfect roommate. whereas he’s been rude – he doesn’t accept any of the baked goods you’ve offered him, doesn’t watch movies with you, or even share dinner at the same time. too often have you caught him walking around in just his boxers or in a towel after he’s showered and he doesn’t apologise, just smirks when you get all flustered. the monster doesn’t even look at you when you cross paths on campus; he just pretends he doesn’t know you.

“hey, sweet’art. you live ‘round here?”

oh, great, there’s a crackhead limping towards you. despite this being the main street, there’s not many cars or people passing by. it’s just you and a creepy old man ogling your body. whether on the bus or off, it seems you attract weirdos on a spiritual level. fantastic. 

“leave me alone.”

that doesn’t go over well with him. a scowl darkens his raggedy features. his steps hasten. you stagger back. 

beep!

“fuck off, you dirty old geezer.” a familiar car pulls up beside you. sukuna sneers at the man, who backs away a little frightened. huh, it’s quite easy to forget that people tend to find your roommate’s energy off putting. that’s pretty useful. those heated eyes slide over to you. irate, he jerks his chin. “what are you waiting for? get the fuck in.”

beaming, you squeal. “thank you!”

perturbed by your cheerful disposition despite how your morning’s going, you can only assume, he mutters some half-hearted insult under his breath and pays you no mind whilst he has a hand on the steering wheel and the other on your headrest, fingers drumming. 

satisfied when he hears the click of your seatbelt, he drives off. “you finish at three today, right? meet me at the parking lot by the gym at quarter past three. if you’re even a single second late, your broke ass is getting left behind, clear?”

“crystal.”

grimacing at your sudden laughter, he groans. “fuck this year’s gonna be a long one.”

and he couldn’t be more right.

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

wicked game

chapter 13 - halloween part 2

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

masterlist

cw: language, alcohol

the party was in full swing, the house covered head to toe in decorations and people all out in costumes.

you and the girls walked in arms linked, but your eyes scanned the room casually. as if you weren't immediately looking for rafe.

you spotted topper first, wearing a half arsed firefighter costume and a beer in hand. kelce was nearby, laughing with some zeta girls, dressed in a vampire outfit.

and then, by the kitchen, rafe.

wearing a ghostface costume, you almost couldn't contain yourself. he looked good. too good.

your stomach twisted.

he hadn’t seen you yet. maybe it was better that way.

you turned back toward your friends, trying to melt into the crowd, but then-

"y/n?"

his voice, behind you.

you froze, then turned slowly.

and there he was, standing a few feet away from the dance floor, tongue wetting his lips as his eyes swept over you.

"holy shit," rafe muttered. "you look…"

you raised an eyebrow, "careful. your wife might get jealous."

he didn’t laugh. not really. just took a slow step closer.

"she’s not my-" he cut himself off, shaking his head. "you look amazing."

"and you're ghostface. how original." you teased him.

"what, you don't like it?" he clutched his chest in fake offence, but you only rolled your eyes.

a relaxed silence fell between you two, in which you noticed the rest of the girls had left you alone with rafe. bitches you thought to yourself.

"can i get you a drink?" he asked sincerely.

"depends what you're going to get me."

"whatever you want sunshine."

"a rum and coke please mr ghostface." you replied, a small blush rising on your cheeks.

"coming right up.' he gave your shoulder a small squeeze as if to say 'stay right here' and disappeared further into the kitchen to make your drink.

as you pulled out a bar stall, a topless policeman came up behind you.

"looking good y/n."

you turned to face him, "jj?" you blinked, doing a double take.

he grinned, running a hand through his messy blond hair, fake badge glittering under the led lights. "what do you think? hot cop or not enough commitment?"

you laughed despite yourself, shaking your head. "you’re missing literally every part of the uniform except the handcuffs."

he smirked. "they're in my back pocket. you know, just in case."

"why am i not surprised." you laughed with him.

"you waiting on someone?" he asked, leaning on the counter beside you.

before you could answer, rafe came back into the room holding your drink and one for himself.

"ah, i see." jj spoke, slowly standing to leave you two it.

"can i help you jj?" rafe spoke with a possessive tone.

"nah bro i was just leaving. talk to ya soon y/n." jj gave you an awkward side hug before walking out.

you raised an eyebrow at rafe as he handed you the rum and coke. "jealous?"

"no." rafe muttered, jaw clenched.

you sipped slowly as you studied him. "you sure? because that felt pretty territorial."

"just didn’t like the way he was looking at you," he said, stepping a little closer.

"we’re just friends," you said softly, reaching out to grab his hand before quickly pulling away. rafe noticed and swiftly pulled your hand back, tracing small circles on your wrist.

"i really like your outfit," he whispered, nudging your cat ears.

"i like yours too," you mumbled, his intense stare making you feel nervous. "except i'd like it better if you kept the mask on."

"wow. you really hate looking at my face that much?" rafe laughed, eyes never leaving yours.

you tilted your head, giving him a sweet, slow smile. "it’s not that," you teased. "it’s just… you’re less distracting when your face is covered." a surge of confidence taking over.

rafe raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. "you find me distracting?"

you took another sip of your drink, ignoring the flutter in your chest. "you’re in a stupid outfit and still manage to be annoying. that’s a talent."

he leaned closer, close enough now that you had to tilt your head to look at him. "you calling me annoying, sunshine, or are you trying to admit you like looking at me?"

you rolled your eyes. "don’t flatter yourself." but your voice was lighter than you wanted it to be.

the music shifted, pulsing louder from the other room, the familiar beat of 'come as you are' started playing. “i love this song!” you turned to rafe, finishing the drink in your hand and pulling him up.

he didn’t stop you, just fell into step beside you as you pushed through the crowd back toward the living room where everyone was dancing. the soft lights glowed across his face as he followed, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable.

"you gonna dance?" you asked, tossing a look over your shoulder.

“only if it’s with you.” he pulled you in.

you laughed, letting your hands rest on his shoulders as his slid to your waist. hips starting to move a little with the rhythm. the warmth from the alcohol was finally catching up to you, softening the edge of your nerves.

your heart was racing. the way his fingers gripped you tighter, the way his gaze kept dropping to your lips like he was fighting something. he pulled you in closer, skin touching and bodies pressing.

you tried to keep your eyes anywhere but his mouth, but it was impossible. especially when he leaned in, voice just above the music. "you always dance like this? or just with me?"

you tilted your head, smirking. "if i say just with you, is your ego gonna inflate?"

"already has," he murmured, turning you around so you were pulled flushed against his chest. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his hands gripping your body like he couldn’t help it.

his fingers slid under the hem of your top, just barely. warm and confident and like he belonged there.

you should’ve pulled away. made a joke. changed the subject. but you didn’t.

"i can feel you staring," you whispered, turning your neck to look at him.

"i know." his voice was low, rougher now.

you turned fully to look up at him. neither of you looked away. your faces were inches apart, breath mixing in the tiny space between. his hand was still on your waist. yours curled in the fabric of his shirt.

"fuck this," he muttered suddenly.

you blinked. "what?"

"come with me." he pulled back slightly, already lacing his fingers with yours. "just for a minute."

you hesitated, but allowed him to drag you through the heavy crowd of people.

he led you out the back door into the cool night air, no one else around but you two.

the noise dulled the second the door shut behind you. it was quieter out here, besides the heavy breathing of the two of you.

rafe stopped by one of the trees, letting your hands drop, reluctantly, you noticed, and looked at you for a second like he wasn’t sure where to start.

"needed needed some fresh air?" you asked, worry rising.

he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. "no. needed to stop pretending like i wasn’t gonna kiss you."

your breath caught.

"so dramatic," you whispered, but your heart was thudding so loud you were sure he could hear it.

"maybe." he stepped in again, slower this time. deliberate. his hands found your waist like he’d been there before, like he knew every curve of it.

his voice was barely a whisper now. his eyes locked on yours. "you want me to back off?"

you didn’t say anything. you just leaned in.

it started of gentle, testing the waters. but as soon as a small gasp left your lips and your hand curled around the back of his neck, that was it.

his lips pressed harder against yours, all hesitation gone. he tasted like alcohol and something darker. he tasted like him.

your back hit the tree behind you before you even registered that he'd stepped forward again, chest flush against yours, hand slipping to your jaw.

you weren’t sure who made the sound, him or you, but your lips parted again, deeper this time, more desperate. like neither of you wanted to come up for air. like this had been building for too long and it was finally breaking.

his thumb brushed your cheek, and his other hand gripped your hip. "fuck," he muttered against your mouth, pulling back just enough to look at you. "been wanting to do that since the second i saw you tonight."

you blinked up at him, breathless, lips still tingling. "just tonight?"

his grin was lazy. dangerous. "don’t push it, sunshine. you know the answer already." he kept his forehead pressed to yours. "i've been losing my mind over you," he murmured.

you looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes searching. "so have i."

and rafe smiled, really smiled, before pulling you in again. slower this time, savouring your taste, hands sliding over your body.

the party felt a million miles away. it was just the two of you, hearts racing, lips colliding, unsaid sentences lost in the small space between your lips.

a/n: holllyyyy shit i am back!!! and with a bang if i do say so myself...

anyway notice the queer reference in here hehehe

hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it!!! thank u for always waiting for me and being so supportive. love u guys

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[brunhielda]

Three weeks later…

Things have gone from concerning to down right hopeless. Forget a job without gropey managers, she can’t find a job at ALL. She is down to her last $50 and is considering going down to the Second Time Around to pick up a dress that would be suitable for Candy’s line of work. At least then she’d be CHOOSING the when and where.

But then there is a call.

Some how her resume crossed the right desk, and can she please come in for an interview for a lower level secretary job tomorrow at an address in a part of Gotham that she never stepped foot in, not even on one of those Wayne funded field trips?

She pulls out a blouse her grandmother sent her years ago and spends $10 on a pencil skirt.

It is only after she is walking out of the surprisingly successful interview that she realizes not only is there no way her resume made it this far up town, but they had her typing speed, which she didn’t even think was impressive enough to put on her resume?

Was this Red Hood? It doesn’t seem his style… but people have said things about the Bats. About good turns becoming second chances.

Anyone who lives paycheck to paycheck knows the Bats are in good with the Waynes. Probably saved their lives enough times to gain infinite favors. It wasn’t a job AT Wayne industries, but it could be a subsidiary, or just a string pulled with one of Wayne’s buddies.

Which made this… a thank you? From the Bat himself perhaps? Mary stopped stock still in the street as the thought came to her- she wanted to throw up.

She didn’t do it for a favor. And she didn’t want a favor from someone who turned a sweet kid a year younger than she was into… into whatever you would call Red Hood these days.

She hadn’t even told anyone. But paramedics had been there to hear the yell, and the “report.” And to collect her name for paperwork. And paramedics deffinetly talk.

Could she afford to turn down this job? It was a GOOD job. She might even be able to move into a better apartment if she skrimped for awhile… just this morning she had considered standing corners, did she really think her pride was that important now?

She is still biting her lip in indecisive anxiety when she enters her apartment and finds her window open, her previously favorite sweater hanging off the fire escape.

The stain hadn’t come out. She didn’t think it would. Someone had dyed it in tie-dye browns and reds so you wouldn’t know what you were looking at unless you already knew. She runs a hand inside the fabric- it is soft in all the right ways.

“Sorry about the paint job” comes a voice from above, “But I figured better than nothing.”

Mary is frozen for a moment, then takes a breath and forces herself to relax. She doesn’t look up.

“It’s nice,” she tells him, “You even mended my torn pocket.”

“You’d be suprised how many clothes you mend in my line of work.”

“You mean vigilaties don’t come with thier own tailors?”

“Only the really swanky ones.”

He had slowly eased himself down to her level of the fire escape and was standing next to her. She could feel him staring at her. She chooses to continue admiring the sweater. The stitches are almost impossibly small.

“How did you know?” he asks, very quietly. She decides to be honest rather than flippant.

“I didn’t. You have a bat on your chest and I panicked.”

There is a grunt.

“Are you…?” She hesitates, but turns slightly, still not quite looking at him. Maybe if she didn’t see that imposing figure, that red helmet, she’ll hear something of that kid all those years ago. “Are you him? The Robin that…” she can’t even finish the sentence.

“That’s kind of privileged information,” he admits without admitting anything at all, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go spreading it around.”

“I didn’t tell anyone the first time.”

“I know.” There is something in his tone, not aggressive exactly, but she knows suddenly that if he thought she’d gone spreading rumors about Red Hood, even after saving his life, this would be a very different conversation.

“I don’t know how they found me- don’t know how you found me really, but at least you live round here somewhere- but SOMEONE made me a new resume and got me a fancy new job up town. I hope you know who?” She feels like she’s rambling.

“I didn’t ask him to,” he says in a little annoyed huff, “but yeah, I know who. It’s not a trap or anything like that. It’s a decent job, honest.” And there he was. Under the new gravel. There was Robin.

“I don’t want it. I need it. I’ll probably take it, but I don’t want it.”

“Wha-?”

“I know you have no idea who I am but for one miserable week of my life you were my only friend and then you were dead, and that feels like his fault.”

She is looking up into his face now. He isn’t wearing the helmet. He has on the jacket, but he has gone with the black mask over the eyes people sometimes saw him in when the helmet got cracked. It is still impossible to read him, but… There is still a little bit of what she remembers, around the hairline. He still has that little curl over his right eye.

“I don’t want favors from someone who let a kid younger than me fight crime on the street til he died.”

There is a glint in his eyes. He is either very angry or trying not to cry. Or angry that he is trying not to cry. There is a concerning few moments where the silence stretches on and Mary is a little concerned that she is about to be punched in the face for calling Red Hood a kid.

“Don’t take it because it’s a favor from him. Take it because in a fairer world you would already have that job.”

She allows herself a tiny smile.

His cracks into a mischievous grin.

“You don’t have to be so contrary Mary.”

“Fine,” she huffs, with a bit of a sniffle, “but I don’t promise to like it. They don’t even have good coffee up there.”

“Oh I know- they filter all the ash out of it.”

“Is THAT what it was? It was like drinking brown water.”

He’s still there 20 minutes later.

They ended up sitting side by side on the fire escape. She was wearing her new-old sweater, he was kicking his feet out in the air like they were both 10. He talked like she was just a friend he hadn’t seen in awhile. She told him about graduation and getting out of her mother’s house. He quoted something from Shakespeare in a morbid reference to being back from the dead. She wasn’t sure if that was literal or metaphorical, and wasn’t about to ask.

“In case I wasn’t clear earlier,” he finishes quietly, “Thanks. I wasn’t looking forward to a return visit.”

She thinks about decapitated heads, and blood, and a brightly colored Robin on another fired escape, and softly takes one of those huge hands in hers.

“I’m really glad you came back.” Silence. “I know you don’t want me to say anything, and I won’t. But if other people DID know, they’d be glad you’re back too.”

He doesn’t say anything, but gives her hand a squeeze before standing up and moving away up the fire escape. She remains sitting where she is.

“See you around Miss Mary,” she hears from the roof of her building, several stories above her head, “Stay out of trouble now.”

“Only if you do!”

There is a loud surprised laugh from above her and then he was gone, leaving her there with her new-old sweater, her newish pencil skirt and her new-new job details in a notebook on her lap.

He was bigger and much more intimating, but the little lost Robin was BACK, and that was a much better reason to smile than Gotham gave most people.

Mary doesn’t stop smiling for a week.

I really like the whole “other members of the Batfam can mimic the Robin, report! to a degree where they actually respond as if it’s Batman,” but I raise you:

What if other Gothamites learned to do the same thing?

The first time it happens, Jim is panicking. He’s got an injured bird on his hands and no idea where Batman is. The kid isn’t responding no matter who asks questions, and suddenly the GCPD is treated to Commissioner Gordon doing a scarily good Batman impression, to the point Robin immediately responds

Word doesn’t necessarily get out right away. It happened in the precinct building, so the only witnesses were cops. But the rumors start in bars with drunk men telling anecdotes, with officers coming home with stories, and it spreads from there.

Eventually, people know that if you channel Batman and go “Robin, report!” the bird will go from gasping desperately in pain to a robotic list of injuries. EMTs learn to do this as part of their training. The Bats don’t go to hospitals, but they will let someone do emergency first aid on them.

Interestingly, it doesn’t just work on Robin. Gotham knows, regardless of what the rest of the world thinks, that their little birds grow up to become other Bats. It’s why their rivalry with Blüdhaven over Nightwing is so vicious. That’s their little bird the city is claiming. Blüdhaven did not raise him, Gotham did.

Of course, not all of the Bats were Robin. Signal flipped someone off for trying the trick, and Black Bat pulled out a sharpie and drew a sad face on a civilian’s hand when they were trying to see how injured she was after falling several stories due to a snapped grapple line. So, the trick isn’t universal.

The most surprising one was when someone found Red Hood, half-buried in rubble with a slash across his neck, and barked out the order in a panic and he immediately complied.

It wasn’t Batman who told the city he was their dead little bird. It was the panic of a passerby just trying to do the right thing.

After all, Gotham may not acknowledge it, but all of them love their birds. They are protectors, and not just from the rogues. They help with the murders, yes, but they also do small stuff. Stop muggings. Talk people down. Slip résumés into the right hands, guide people to the right clinics.

And just how the Bats protect and help the people of Gotham, Her citizens help and protect them.

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hey pookiee, was wondering if you could do a headcanon with a reader that fights with a super big sword expect the reader is a bit on the shorter side? Its okay if you don’t want to, I luveee your work :33

Blade and Banter

This is adorable and I had so much fun writing it! Thank you for being so kind!

The boys reacting to reader being a lil small with a big sword ✧

Pairings: Zoro, Ace, Law, Smoker, and Shanks x F!reader

Warnings: Mentions of weight/height in Laws for doctor stuffs ♡

Credit to @cafekitsune for dividers! first pic is mine

Word count: About 3.3k vv ace heavy hehe

Zoro ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

Genuinely doesn’t believe you can even hold the thing at first.

Teaches you how to clean and store it properly.

When he trains with you he’s really impressed but just shows it with a smirk.

Pats you on the head like a child and makes comments about your short frame.

“Thought I’d have to protect you more than this, seems I was wrong.”

Cool night air brushes through the open door of the training room, smelling of salt and slightly damp wood. You and Zoro have been practicing for three hours now, but you don’t want to let him know how tired you are.

Sweat coats both of your bodies, dripping to the floor with little sound. Zoro goes to wipe his face with a towel when he notices you’re breathing a bit more than normal. “Tsk, you can admit you need a break, ya know?” he says as he offers you another towel and takes your sword from you.

A slight blush comes to your cheeks, but you hide it with the towel easily. He was so sweet. Suddenly you feel a soft but firm pressure on the top of your head. When you look away from the cloth covering your face, Zoro stands in front of you with his hand resting naturally over your hair, petting it slightly.

“Good job tonight, pipsqueak,” he says with a teasing tone. You instinctively roll your eyes. “I’m really not that short.” “Your sword is literally taller than you are.” “At least I can hold it!”

This playful banter continues for a few more minutes until Nami stomps in with an annoyed expression. “Can you just tell her you like her already and stop yelling like this every night?! Making these maps for us isn’t easy, you know!”

The green-haired man froze for a second at Nami’s comment before turning to face her. “Would you butt out? We weren’t even being loud,” he says gruffly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Whatever, just be quiet!” the redhead says angrily as she walks out of the room.

Zoro doesn’t turn to face you for a few seconds, but when he does, his ears are a little red. You thought it was adorable, though.

With a smile, you quickly change the subject, knowing Zoro wasn’t going to be able to handle this awkward situation well. “Wanna go grab something to eat?” you say while already gathering your things to leave the training room. “Yeah, food sounds good,” he says flatly and starts to follow behind you without another word.

Comfortable silence was common between you two; neither of you minded, though. Zoro thought about how he was stupid to not realize others could pick up on the way you guys talked—but it wasn’t flirting, right? The idea of finally one day not being teased anymore by Zoro was on your mind. But of course that would never happen. What if he really did like you? please he’s so flustered.

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Ace (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Think’s you’re the most adorbs thing in the world.

Picks you up (If you let him) like he’s lifting weights.

Almost drops your sword when he first holds it because he didn’t expect you to be able to carry that.

Constantly asks jokingly how old you are and when your bedtime is.

Loves comparing his and yours height and brags about how he’s a lot taller than you. mamamoo reference hehe

While docked on a large, isolated island, you’d think the crew would’ve been a bit more cautious, but Whitebeard's people didn’t like to roll that way, though.

The brush was thick, and the vines stretched so far they seemed to never end. Best description would be a rainforest with abnormally large plants.

Ace liked to stick with you, to your annoyance at times. The teasing and comments never bothered you, but the way it makes your heart skip a beat does. Falling in love with a crewmate was inappropriate and you knew that, but you couldn’t help the feeling that spreads through you when he smiles your way.

After tripping over a root while Ace catches you, and screaming from the sudden appearance of a large beetle, you both finally make it to a large opening in the trees.

Hoping to find some way of getting a better view of the island, this was probably the best option. While you were bent down examining a strange plant, there was a sudden frenzied tap on your shoulder. “Woah, hey, Y/N? Do you see that thing too or is it just me?” Ace asks with a slightly startled tone.

You quickly look to where his gaze is, seeing a huge tricolored snake making its way toward both of you—and fast.

Without a second thought, and your sword in hand, you rush the slithering monster to attack it, defeating the beast with ease.

A chuckle can be heard from behind you as you stand for a moment to try and catch your breath. “Wow, look at the little mouse fighting back!” There it goes again. Why did you have to get flustered over something like this?

“It’s no big deal. It would’ve eaten us otherwise. You were no help, though.” A playful grin covering your face as you walk back over to the black-haired boy. “Nah, I knew you had it. But now you get to rest on me. I bet you used up all your tiny energy.” Ace quickly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder before you can protest.

Not that you actually minded, though. At least this way he can’t see how red your face is right now. “Ace! We still gotta look around to see if there are any other people here! We don’t have time for this!” you say with a slightly squeaky voice.

Words fell on deaf ears. Without even responding to your comment, Ace continues to search like nothing happened. When he turned to look down a hill, you could see from the other direction what looked to be a small man-made shack. “Ace, look—there’s a building over there. Let’s check that out.”

As soon as he turned to look where you were, he smiled, picking you up from his shoulder and holding you under your arms in front of him. “The baby is strong AND smart! Awesome, let’s go!” Ace again gently places you back onto his shoulder and quickly makes it to the shack.

At this point, your heart is doing backflips, but you don’t say anything other than a small grunt as he moves you.

The building was in ruins—small and clearly lived in. Whoever was here had been away for quite a while, though, as dust covered every surface inside. You sigh and sit on a chair that had the least amount of dirt on it. “This is where we’re gonna stay, I guess, until we can catch up with the others. It’s too dangerous outside and probably worse at night,” you say while grabbing things out of your bag to set up a makeshift sleeping spot.

“Yeah, it’s getting dark quick. There’s no point in risking going all the way back to the boat,” Ace adds, standing above you and watching with his arms folded. Always with that signature smile.

Wood flooring wasn’t the ideal choice to lay on, but you definitely weren’t risking getting on the old bed. You and Ace have an arm’s length distance between each other as you try and get some rest. He suddenly turns to face you, looking a little too long at your features. “What is it…?” you ask quietly, as if you were trying not to wake an imaginary person in the room. “You’re cute. I’ve never seen you sleeping,” he says softly, still watching closely.

A smile spreads across your face just as quickly as the blush. You laugh slightly and scoot a bit closer to him. “You’re cute when you tease me, and every other time.” The words slipped from your mouth without realizing it.

Ace just chuckles and wraps an arm around you lazily. “I’ll just have to do it more often, then,” he says with a smirk. You can feel his chest vibrate when he talks. “Is that even possible?”

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Law >⸝⸝⸝<

Doesn’t say anything about it till someone else points it out in front of him.

Thinks having such a big weapon is just inconvenient until he sees you fight.

Shocked at the way you can handle the sword with such ease.

Smirks when he looks at your height during checkups.

Secretly finds it cute when he has to glance down so far just to see you.

Echoes of footsteps and stainless steel tools clanking against metal trays were the only sounds that could be heard inside the exam room. Every few months, the whole crew has to get a health exam to make sure you’re all doing good. You loathed these days. The lights were too bright, the air was always cold, and worst of all, you knew everyone was going to ask if you had grown any since your last visit. Law always hides the actual numbers from you, knowing it makes you flustered. But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with it, right? “Have you had any issues carrying your weapon recently? Any shoulder or forearm pain?” he asks flatly, looking down at his clipboard with pen in hand. You shake your head. Your sword has never been a true burden to carry, even if it was awkward to hold sometimes. After a few scribbles on the paper, Law motions for you to get on the weight and height scale. With a sigh, you make your way to the machine and stand on it, waiting for Law to write down the information. “Huh, you actually grew an inch.” His smirk could be heard through his words. “You’re messing with me. I’m an adult—I shouldn’t be getting any taller now,” you say with a slightly annoyed expression. A hand comes around to turn the small screen of the scale to where you can see it, showing that Law wasn’t lying. You really did gain an inch since the last visit. “Now you’re almost as tall as your sword. It’s progress,” he says while jotting down random notes. A small smile grows on your face. Even though this would probably just cause more teasing, it still gives you a bit of an ego boost. Once the exam is over, Law allows you to leave, but not before giving you a small piece of candy. “For being a good patient today,” he says while standing in front of the door. You pout playfully and look up at the tall doctor. “I’m not a kid. I don’t need a treat for doing well…” The sentence came out more like a murmur, causing Law to chuckle and press the candy into your hand. “No, but it does mean you didn’t complain about your height this time, which is a good improvement.”

Later that night, the captain finds you practicing quietly, keeping so much focus you don’t even notice him walking up to the doorframe. He watches your form, calculating how much pressure and stress your muscles are going through under the weight of the sword. Suddenly, his presence can be felt, causing you to turn quickly in the direction of the door with your sword pointed forward. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know it was you.” Words almost so quiet they couldn’t be heard—you were flustered from being caught off guard. “And what if it were one of the other crew members? I guess they’d be in trouble,” he says with a small chuckle, pushing off the doorframe to walk closer. “You really should rest more often. I know you can handle it, but anyone can push themselves too far without realizing it until it’s too late.” The distance between you two is close. You can feel the heat radiating off of his body, and you’re melting under it. Standing with your sword, using it to steady yourself from the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. “I… I will. I won’t overdo it. Swear.” The blush that slowly makes its way to your cheeks makes you want to disappear into the floor. He smirks and gently puts a hand on your shoulder. “Good, because I don’t wanna see our smallest being harmed in any way.” God, how was he so smooth yet so annoying?

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Smoker (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

Silently worries about you constantly.

Attempts to get you to use any other weapon and offers to train you.

Feels like he’s gonna accidentally kill you by sitting on you one day or something. 

Wonders if you’re lying about your age so you could join the marines sooner.

When you insist you’re fine with your sword he sees you with a newfound respect.

There’s never a dull day on the Navy ship. Today was no different. Two groups of pirates decided they would have a better chance if they worked together, so here you were, fighting two enemies at once, coming from different sides. The sound of angry screams and blades colliding filled the deck — it was chaos everywhere.

When the attack had first started, you were asleep, being brought out of your dreams by the Vice-Admiral. His voice was stern but calm. “Y/N, get up and make yourself decent quickly. We have a problem on our hands.” You sit up fast and try to pull your thoughts together. Without much effort, you throw on some clothes and grab your sword.

Now that you fully understood the situation, it was go-time. Bodies flew off the ship as you made your way through the crowd, swiping anyone who wasn’t a part of your team like it was nothing.

It wasn’t too long before the scene had settled — crew members cleaning the mess while others went to the med bay to get checked out for small wounds. With a sigh, you look at the surrounding area. This wasn’t how you wanted to spend your morning.

Smoker comes up to you while you’re cleaning your sword, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You did good, kid. You always do,” he said with his usual gruff voice. A small smirk graced your face. “Thought you liked me better when I used those daggers you gave me?” you ask playfully.

He chuckles while looking down at you. “I just thought you’d be quicker with them. I was wrong. This is the right weapon for you.” Turning to face him while tilting your head slightly, Smoker takes a puff from his cigar. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” he questions with an eyebrow raised.

“Why’d you think I’d be quicker with daggers?” Almost immediately, the Vice-Admiral lets out a loud and deep chuckle. “Because they aren’t half a head taller than you like that sword is. Hell, I’m surprised the thing isn't bigger than me.”

A slight blush comes to your face — never expecting someone like Smoker to pay that much attention to anyone, let alone you. With an awkward attempt at playing it cool, you roll your eyes and set your sword next to yourself as you stand. “You’re funny, but this thing isn’t even half my hei—”

The overwhelmingly tall man in front of you just smirks and crosses his arms. He knew the sentence you were about to finish was a lie. Even with the sword leaning against a nearby wall, it towered over you the same way Smoker did.

“Love the confidence though — you need it in a world like this,” he says teasingly while putting out his cigar. Another huff leaves your mouth as you cross your arms playfully. “Why do you always have something to say? I’ll just report you for bullying if you keep it up.”

All the Vice-Admiral did was slowly light another cigar, puffing smoke while making sure none of it reached your face. After a few seconds, he steps closer to you, practically breaking his neck just to meet your eyes. “Now why would you get someone like me in trouble? Thought you liked me.”

There were no words to describe how hard your heart was beating — it felt like at any moment it could burst. The smell of cologne and smoke clouded your brain to the point you couldn’t think of a response. Instead, you just stood looking up at him with a crimson face.

A smirk spreads across Smoker’s face as he backs up a bit to turn to the door, turning his head back before walking out. “I’m not worried, but don’t expect me to change.” Then silence.

You went to lay back down for a few more hours till your shift started, thinking about ways you could get him back for this.

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Shanks (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

Intrigued and makes it well known.

Shameless flirting constantly.

Makes a drinking game out of how many fights you win.

Drapes his clothes over your shoulders just to see how you get swallowed by them.

Holds the sword above your head so you can’t reach it, all while grinning.

Ting-Clash!! Clang! Clang! Sounds of metal, iron, and other various metals can be heard reverberating off of the cave walls. Simple dodges made by the enemy cause the rock around them to crumble as you crash your sword into it. This fight was getting annoying. Usually, you’re in a field, or at most surrounded by trees you could easily chop down. In a small space like this, it was a real challenge. Your captain stayed at the entrance, leaning against a huge boulder that indicated the opening of this stupid tunnel system. He knew you could handle it. He also knew it wouldn’t hurt to go and help you. But where was the fun in that? After about half an hour, you finally manage to make it through the last batch of people, taking a moment to breathe in the cold and damp air, listening to the water slowly dripping down onto the stone beneath your feet. Suddenly, you hear footsteps. In this current narrow section, it wasn’t a good idea to immediately turn around, sword drawn. So you wait a few moments while continuing to walk into a more spacious area before turning to fight. The water falling started to sound like it was matching your heartbeat. Although nothing had changed, your mind was still attempting to play games with you. When you make it to the wider area, the footsteps behind you stop.

ThumpThumpThump ThumpThumpThump

With shaky hands, you carefully turn around, sword pointed in front of you with a slight rattle. “Woah, easy there sweetheart. Am I really that scary?” It was Shanks?! Of course he would pull something like this. A large, relieved sigh leaves your mouth as you walk up to the tall red-haired man and punch his arm playfully. “Yeah, you are! I almost had a heart attack, you jerk!” The sounds of your scared yet annoyed voice echo through the entire system of tunnels. “Aw, I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you then?” he says while taking his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face. “Hmm, let’s see… you could stop calling me a baby, stop scaring me, and stop taking my sword,” you say with a finger to your lips like you’re actually thinking deeply about his question. Shanks just chuckles and quickly swipes your sword from your hand, holding it above your head and shaking it lightly. Another sigh can be heard from you, this time frustrated. “What, you mean this? Is it because you can’t catch it?~” The smooth words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing, causing you to become even more flustered. “Ugh, you know I can’t reach it! You just do it to make me upset.” A fake pout plastering your face as you cross your arms. Shanks leans down, still keeping the sword out of reach, and gets close enough to your face that you can feel his breath on your lips. “I do it to see you like this, because it’s adorable. Not because I want a beautiful girl like you upset. I never would.” Your jaw drops slightly at the closeness and his words. He thought you were adorable? No words come out of your mouth for a moment. He takes this opportunity to lightly brush his lips against yours before standing back upright and handing you the sword with his signature smirk. “Look at that, I made the baby speechless. That’s even more precious,” he says while turning to walk back toward the entrance of the cave. You follow him, trying to think of something—anything—to say. Once outside, you finally blurt out, “Do you think I'm strong too?” Your own words immediately make you blush. “Of course I do. It’s not just your looks that made me fall for you, doll.” The walk back to the ship was quiet but comfortable, the usual flirting and games you were used to. But today, your captain changed the energy altogether. Secretly, though, you’re here for it.

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pretty please oscar piastri degradation im feral over his post-spain photos

CRAVING THE NEW !! ☆

oscar piastri 𝒙 fem!reader

[summary] Oscar was the perfect boyfriend—sweet, thoughtful, chivalrous to the extreme. You were used to his soft whispers, those breathy I-love-yous even in the middle of moans. But that night, right after he took the win at the Spanish Grand Prix, you looked at him with this different kind of spark in your eyes and dropped a request that knocked the air out of him: you wanted him to degrade you, no holding back. And there was no way he could say no. (1.7k)

[warnings] smut !! rough sex, degrading dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, Oscar is mean. Spanish is my first language, and I usually write all my fics in Spanish first, then translate them myself with a lot of effort. Sorry if anything sounds off or if there are mistakes.

[notes] I’ve been drooling over those pics for like three days. Damn, he looks so freaking good. Wish I were Lily, seriously. 😫

Your whole life, you had always liked the good guys—the ones with sweet words, the ones who brought you flowers on dates and opened the car door or any door wherever you went together. You always thought good guys were simply better. And Oscar proved it every single time.

He blushed every time he talked about you. He loved showing you off, and his words always carried that sweet tone—even when he had you tangled in his sheets. Oscar was talented at many things beyond motorsport, but his greatest gift was knowing exactly how to make you feel desired, cherished… one of a kind.

But over time, your darker desires began to awaken inside you. They were fantasies you’d been suppressing for years, but now they became frequent—impossible to ignore. It wasn’t about wanting someone else or being unsatisfied with the way you and him made love—not at all. There was simply a smoldering hunger within you, a need to explore something new… with him.

At first, you felt afraid. Afraid that Oscar might get offended, that he’d take your request as a criticism or a warning that your sex life wasn’t working. A lot of people don’t even have a mind open enough to understand that wanting to try new things doesn’t mean what came before was bad; sometimes, it’s simply about the curiosity for the unexpected.

You waited all race weekend to tell him officially. You wanted to do it when you were both home, alone, with no one who could interrupt the conversation by knocking on the door.

Oscar was genuinely happy—you could see it on his face, mostly in the way his cheeks lifted when he smiled. You, on the other hand, were anxious, anticipating how things might go, and unfortunately, he noticed.

“Baby… is everything okay? You’ve seemed kinda off since we got off the plane,” he asks, placing a hand on your knee in a gentle, understanding gesture.

Your eyes fill with tears from the anxiety. You didn’t mean to cry, but the idea of telling Oscar what’s going on makes you uncomfortable. You knew you could trust him with anything; what you didn’t know was how he’d react.

“Something’s going on with me. It’s not that I don’t love you or that I don’t like the way we have sex, but…” You stop when you see Oscar looking at you, confused and worried, so you decide to just be direct. “I want you to degrade me.”

The weirdest part? He doesn’t even seem surprised. There’s no trace of disappointment on his face either—none of that dramatic “you want this because you don’t love me anymore” stuff. Nothing like that. On the contrary, he grabs you by the hips and pulls you into that perfect space between his legs. His warm breath brushes against your ear—soft, steady—as his fingers slowly slide through your hair.

“You really want that? How come you never told me?” he asks. You turn your head to look him in the eyes, and there’s something about the way your pupils dilate that sparks an odd tenderness in him.

“It’s just… I didn’t know how you’d take it” you admit. Your body shivers when he lets out a low laugh, dry and almost amused.

There’s a sexual tension in the room that practically scorches you, stealing your breath. You feel his hands rest on your shoulders, then slowly slide down. He traces your collarbone with the tip of his fingers in a way that makes you shiver, and starts unbuttoning your tiny shirt. Your cheeks flush instantly, intimidated by how his gaze stays locked on you.

“Embarrassed, huh?” he asks, but you’re not really sure what to say—you just stay quiet. His hands move over your chest on top of your shirt, and your heart starts racing. “Why though, babe? It’s not like you’ve ever had a dirty mind or anything.”

His thumbs start teasing your nipples through the thin fabric of your white shirt. He immediately notices you’re not wearing a bra and smirks. Not a big smile—more like a cocky one, like he’s lowkey amused by how easy it is to get you like this.

“I bet you’re soaked. You always get like this. Acting like a bitch in heat.”

A slight jolt of arousal runs through your body. His voice, deeper than usual, and his words catch you off guard. You’re still not completely used to hearing him talk like that, but you don’t mind… if anything, you want more.

He's not wrong, your pussy is dripping.

He notices the second his hand moves down and his fingers slide over the denim fabric of your shorts. Your nose brushes against his; he’s calm, eyes half-lidded, with an almost taunting stillness. You, on the other hand, are a mess—you can barely breathe.

“You’re not even trying to hide it. I spent the whole damn weekend focused on my race, stressing about losing, and all you could think about was riding me like the filthy little slut you are. Am I wrong, babe?

His hand unbuttoned your pants until they dropped and bunched up around your ankles. He can see the wet stain on your panties—sticky and damp. You’d soaked through the fabric. He presses his fingers gently over it, and as a result, they get wet too. But what really gets to you is the moan that slips out, caused by how sensitive you are.

He doesn’t even bother taking your panties off; he just lazily pushes the fabric aside, leaving you completely exposed. Eager anticipation made your clit throb.

Oscar used to touch you slowly, taking his time to gently slide his fingers through your wet folds and then sweetly rub your clit. But this time, it’s different. He quickly slips two fingers into your hole, curling them into a hook to hit that exact spot inside you. Then, once you’ve gotten used to it, he starts moving them in and out with steady force, pulling deep moans from your throat that fill the room.

“Fuck, Osc!” you moan out loud, and you feel him pull his fingers out just to slap your pussy gently—a move that sends an instant jolt through your body and makes you squirm.

“Shut up, slut.” he orders, and you feel his fingers curl back inside you, pounding your poor hole with a near-brutal rhythm, thrusting in and out without mercy. The way he timed each thrust to hit that perfect spot inside you before pulling back was just unreal.

His hand grips your hips, trying to pull you even closer, making your ass rub against his hardness. You can feel his erection—still clothed—pressing firmly against your skin. His hands move down with urgency to get rid of the fabric in the way, unbuckling his belt without wasting a second.

His damp hands grip your hips tightly before he throws you onto the bed without a second thought, making you bounce against the mattress with a muffled moan. He grabs you by the ankles and drags you toward him, settling between your legs as his body drops over yours, trapping you with no room to escape.

“I can only imagine the agony,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours while his hands grip your bare thighs. Then he lifts them firmly, spreading them and pushing them toward your body until your knees are nearly pressed against your stomach. “You spent the whole week watching me race, dying for me to wreck you. You don’t like it when I talk sweet, do you? When I tell you how good you look or how amazing you feel. What really turns you on is when I treat you like my throwaway toy.”

You feel him drip slowly onto the lower part of your stomach—warm and wet—leaving a sticky sensation clinging to your skin. Then his cock slides gently through your folds, not entering, just teasing; he only wants to watch you lose control.

“Oscar… please.” you sob between moans, clinging tightly to his back like letting go would mean losing your mind. “I can’t take it… I can’t.”

He shifts, kneeling in front of your pussy—completely exposed, utterly wrecked. The tip of his cock slides in slowly until it disappears inside you, filling you up completely. He pauses for a second to let you adjust, and in the next, he’s thrusting hard, the sound of your bodies slapping echoing through every corner of your house.

Oscar moans too. He moans because you’re squeezing him just right—hot, wet, and perfect—driving him insane. His hands dig into your thighs, pushing your legs toward your chest to spread you open wider, so he can bury himself as deep as possible and fuck you without mercy.

“Fuck…” he groans, voice rough as his face twists in pure pleasure. The look on his face—that mix of ecstasy and desperation—sets you off instantly. Your walls tighten around him, like your body’s trying to keep him there till the very end. You’re right on the edge, seconds away from turning the moment into a glorious mess. “You want me to fill you up? I will. I’ll stuff you so full my cum’ll be dripping out of that pathetic pussy for days.”

You can feel how tightly you’re clenching around him, until you finally make him come inside you, milking him for every last drop. Your pussy takes it all in, savoring every bit until you’re left a creamy mess, mixed with your own orgasm that bursts inside you too. The pleasure hits so hard it leaves you dazed, gasping, your body trembling and your legs on the verge of giving out.

He looks at you tenderly, finally letting go of that dominant side once he sees you’re satisfied with what he gave you. He smiles softly and leans in again to kiss your forehead. Your cheeks, inevitably, flush all over again.

“I like this…” he murmurs quietly, his hand gently caressing your cheek. You raise an eyebrow, curious, not really getting what he means. “Fucking you till you can’t breathe and then watching you blush like a virgin. That’s just something I’ll never get tired of, huh baby?”

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The missing mother

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Hae-in is missing. She's in the most unsuspecting place.

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So, Jong-in disrupted Jinwoo’s moment with you, because he couldn’t find his bit on the side?

Because that’s all Hae-in was to him, right? Now the man had another hunter pregnant, he’d probably toss her aside too. Hae-in most probably saw her worth and disappeared with her baby to get away from all the dramatic shit.

Just like now, with Jong-in on Jinwoo’s doorstep, worse for wear and looking dishevelled after some kind of all-nighter, but in truth, he looked hungover.

“You can’t find her?” You asked, your hand holding your belly for comfort.

Jinwoo wanted to kick himself, he hoped at least this time, you would actually listen to him and stay in the bedroom. Of course not. He adjusted the door to keep Beru hidden, casually leaning against the door with an invisible huff he forced himself to choke down.

“I went to see her this morning, to check on her. But she wasn’t there, she told the doctors that she was going out for an early walk this morning like she's been doing the entire pregnancy, but she hasn’t come back. I’ve been losing my mind trying to look for her, I didn’t know who else to turn to. I apologize for how late it is.”

You lost your baby mama and now decide to make it our problem? 

Jinwoo didn’t want you getting involved, not with Jong-in. Any time together was far too much in his eyes and a recipe for disaster.

“We’ll help you, right Jinwoo?” You watched him with cautious eyes, telling him a message with your expression.

Not asking. Telling.

“We’ll help, but you can stay at your place. I can use my shadows, so there’s no point in everyone going out at night.”

“You want me to just wait here?” Jong-in was ever the polite one, even if he was reacting to being turned away.

Jinwoo nodded nonchalantly. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I want you to do, there’s no point in getting worked up. I’ll find her.”

He would essentially still have to traipse out and look for her manually if Igris couldn't find her, he just didn’t want Jong-in sniffing about. The shadow he used initially was sitting nestled in Jong-in’s shadow, Not Hae-in’s.

You, however, must have caught on to that.

“Jong-in, can you wait outside for a moment?” You walked up and closed the door before he could answer, your brows together with a hidden scowl. “I know that you need to be close or something to put one of your shadows on people, just like you put Igris on me. What’s your deal? You’re coming off as really combative.”

He threw up his hands in surrender. “I’m not, I just don’t see the point in us all going out in the dark. Hae-in’s capable. We can’t treat her like she’s made of glass and fragile, neither of you are. So, I’ll go and look for her, I'll have my shadows patrolling the city, something will pop up eventually. It’s late and you’re exhausted.”

You yawned as he said that, but shook it off. “No, there’s something else. You always get tense around Jong-in and I just… I can’t tell what you’re thinking. Care to tell me why?”

What could he honestly tell you? That he was growing a type of hatred towards the man like a tumour, every second you were in his presence. Or that he'd thought of many ways to make him disappear or suffer just to put a smile on Jinwoo's face. Sometimes fantasising wasn't enough, and the only reason he hadn't done anything yet was because of you.

If you knew the sort of dark things he kept a lid on, you would leave him in a heart beat.

Yeah, none of those explanations were acceptable.

“Will you let me go do this if I don’t say anything?”

“No.”

Jinwoo whispered, forgetting that Beru still stood there, awaiting the drama so that he could finish his show. “Because he’s in love with you. You just never noticed.” 

“Me?!” You matched Jinwoo’s volume, but shouted in a hushed tone to scold him. “He’s not in love with me, are you for real right now?! There’s no evidence to substantiate that, there never was.” 

Were you for real?

"It’s there written on his face every time he looks at you, you just don’t see it. He was disappointed that he was never paired with you, he told us that he wanted that but settled for Hae-in.” 

Okay, Jong-in never said that, but the only people currently in the room that recalled the conversation that day was Jinwoo, so who was counting?

You wanted to speak and you even stuttered a little, your mouth moving and closing into utter speechlessness. The cogs were turning in your brain, realisation perhaps? If an opportunity presented itself, Jinwoo had to take it. To drive the wedge that had already grown distant between you and Jong-in further than ever. To sever it completely.

“I’m sorry I’m naturally defensive around someone who's in love with my girlfriend.”

“But… Why is he so upset about Hae-in then? It doesn’t make sense- I saw yesterday that she was head over heels for Jong-in now, it was so obvious. Even with the other woman he's paired with. Why would you feel like that? They have literally nothing to do with us."

Jinwoo couldn’t exactly say that he was territorial and growing more and more possessive over you as time went on either. It took everything in his power not to lose himself like did in the beginning with the headquarters staff member.

Okay, Okay... The first guy really was a fluke. But I'd do it again.

He lied when you asked him if he’d kill for you. While it took him by surprise, it was more headway than he thought was possible this side of the pregnancy. You were still independent a lot of the time and owning your own thoughts.

Yet you still asked him.

It was a given that he would kill for you, but what he wanted to say to you, was that he would abstain from killing, which he had done since. It never made his impulsive thoughts easy to deal with, and despite it all, he managed it.

Because it was for you.

“I feel like that, because I’m in love with you. You’re pregnant and we don’t need the extra drama he’s bringing on our doorstep. I’ll go and find her, because it’s Hae-in. And it’s for you. Not for him.” 

Was it a dick move to say that? Yes. Did it make him better in his head that you knew part of the truth now? Definitely.

Jinwoo opened the door before you even made a sound. Jong-in still stood there like a petrified deer in headlights. “I’ll go find Hae-in, you go get some sleep. I’ll let you know when I find her.”

The night should have long since been over. Jinwoo should have had you in sprawled in bed all fucked out after one thing leading to another, which it would have done had Jong-in not knocked. Then, Jinwoo would have laid in bed with your head on his chest, entangling his fingers in your hair waiting for the twins to move so he could feel it.

But Jong-in robbed that of him.

“Then I’m coming with you, you aren’t going on your own.”

Before Jinwoo could protest, you left the hall towards the bedroom, Beru still stood behind Jinwoo getting antsy but still remaining silent.

“Beru, go and watch your show.” He ignored the little happy dance Beru did and tried not to pay attention to the almighty thud on the couch.

He’ll trash the apartment at this rate. 

Coming back to Jong-in, he didn’t seem to notice anything. But he was getting on Jinwoo’s nerves just standing there, not being his usual self, like he cared. “I’ll come with you-”

“It’s fine. Get some rest.” And he closed the door on him without another word.

When you emerged, you took note of Beru’s position on the sofa and Jong-in's lacking presence. “Where did he go?”

“He went back to his apartment. It’ll be better if I just go- Igris, come out here.”

Igris appeared on cue, wisping out of your shadow and kneeling at Jinwoo’s feet. “Go and find Hae-in, let me know when you do.”

The shadow vanished, Jinwoo took the opportunity to take a glance at the spyhole through the door to await Jong-in’s departure. He was no longer there, whether he did as he was told, or went back out to find Hae-in was another matter Jinwoo did not care to think about.

He just couldn’t stand the man. In the eyes of everyone else, including you, he’d done Jinwoo no harm. Even so, it was the potential to ruin everything that Jinwoo had worked for that turned his stomach at the man who otherwise did absolutely nothing.

“Alright, we’ll go together. But if it gets too much, you’re coming straight home.”

“Jinwoo, I’m pregnant, not unwell. I’m sure I’ll manage.”

There’s that attitude I admire. Shame it's coming at the wrong time. “Alright then.”

By the time Jinwoo grabbed his jacket, you were half way out of the door. He turned to Beru who was still in the same place, eyes peeled to the screen of two characters dancing, or were they fighting? He wasn’t sure, but he called to him like a father ensuring the teenager left in charge wouldn’t burn the apartment down.

“We’re leaving, keep the noise down and come back to me when your show is finished.”

“Yes, Sire!”

Hae-in was probably off somewhere to get some peace and quiet, you made weird comments about the facility from what you had heard. How noisy it was, the lack of privacy due to constant tests that Hae-in mentioned, poking and prodding her with large needles. whether it was entirely true and not an overexageration because of exhaustion and other contributing factors were to be revealed.

However, that could have been you last night had Jinwoo not thought on his feet. Never would he allow you to go anywhere. Never. Never. 

By the time the elevator made its way up to the floor, you were already stepping in, anxiously biting at the dead skin on your fingers and tapping your feet like it was making the elevator move faster. “I knew it was a bad idea Jong-in letting her go to that place. She’s all on her own, it must be so lonely. Why didn't he fight for her?”

"Fighting requires effort. It depends how much pressure he's under from the association."

"You fought for me."

Jinwoo snapped his gaze at you, surprised at your forwardness, slipping your hand into his like a real real couple. It nearly made his heart explode. "I did. I always will."

You never let go, but you dropped the deep inhale too were keeping in your chest. "Why did all of this get so fucked up? I mean, from what I've seen of Hae-in, she seemed so calm and steady. running off like this is unlike her, I guess."

Anyone could pull there jerk reactions from a hat under the right circumstances, even docile hearted Jong-in. "What would you do if you were in her position? Where would you go?”

The question caught you off guard, Jinwoo saw it but how you watched him closely, your body closer yet you said nothing at first.

“I would… I’d go to the place I felt most safe if I was feeling lonely.”

“Which is?” He knew already, well, he hoped. Jinwoo wanted to hear it from your lips.

“Home... In the apartment. With you.”

"It's home to me, too.," Jinwoo smiled, he wanted to kiss you, and he almost did, but the pit of his stomach twisted.

It was Igris.

“He found her. That was too quick to have found her- hold on to me, I’ll exchange- I’m sorry, but it’s going to make you sick.”

“It’s fine.” You didn’t need telling twice, vigourously shaking your head like it would dispel the link from your brain to your stomach.

Jinwoo held you close whilst you clung to him, and he switched places with Igris.

What the- This is the association facility. 

You let go immediately and heaved, hunching over the nearest trash can. A miniature one in the corner invited you, Jinwoo shook away his astonishment on Jong-in’s part and held your hair back. Moaning into the metal container made it echo, your groans of how unfair things were, something about your mana and that you really weren't ever doing that again.

Jinwoo's attention fell on the walls of the facility, cold and modernised with a blinding white artificial overhead light that barely peeked through the overwhelming stench of rubbing alcohol and bitter antiseptic. The linoleum stuck to Jinwoo's shoes, almost crispy from the overuse of cleaning substances and misused adhesives under the mislaid grey carpet that was just as dull as at the illness posters on the wall.

How the fuck did Jong-in not look in the place Hae-in was living in?

Idiot. 

“Let me go! Stop it!” The room at the end of the hall.

It’s where you instinctively ran to, holding yourself and wiping your face with your sleeve as you did so. Jinwoo followed close behind and prevented you from entering into the commotion.

Hae-in laid in bed, restrained to the side bars in wide eyed tears mixed with the perspiration of an athlete across her forehead. She noticed you first before Jinwoo.

Well, this was anticlimactic, she was here all along. 

“You came- you came! You have to get me out, they’re crazy!”

She tugged through gritted teeth, and hissed at the red swelling over her jittery wrists. Hae-in naturally relaxed a fraction in your presence, you rushed over and tried the restraints, noting the padlock on each cuff.

“Holy shit- Jinwoo, help me!”

“You have to get me out of here- I can’t be here anymore. I want to go back to the apartment, help me get back to Jong-in, I don’t want to be here anymore!”

Hae-in thrashed around at Jinwoo’s hesitancy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help her, it was because something didn’t sit right. If she was here the entire time, then why did Jong-in come to the apartment looking for her?

To get time with you? No. Jong-in’s had plenty of other opportunities to speak to you about other things and he hasn’t, he’s just picking odd times. There has to be something more to this. 

“Jinwoo! Snap out of it and help me!”

Shit. The room stood still for Jinwoo, not for anyone else in the room. He came over and took a look at the locks, an easy break with his bare hands, he managed one with no effort.

“I’d stop that if I were you-”

“Oh, fuck!” You gasped and pawed at your chest, turning and slipping between Jinwoo’s arms. “Doctor, I didn’t see you there.”

She smiled, though it never reached her troubled eyes. “It’s alright, I get that a lot. I didn't mean to scare you.”

The dark pits under her eyes looked right back at Jinwoo, diabolical in nature to make her dishevelled appearance. A running theme tonight. She did her best to adjust her lab coat and smooth down her hair, but undid everything by rolling up her sleeves.

“Stay away the hell away from me!” Hae-in kicked off the bed covers into a slumped pile on the floor and yanked the digging chain on her other wrist.

“Hunter Cha.” The Doctor slipped a clip into her hair, rushing to open the medicine box on the wall. “Please. You need to calm down, this isn’t good for you or your baby.”

You blinked rapidly, they gaze between Hae-in and the medical professional. “What is going on, doctor? She’s hurting, you need to let her go. This isn't good for her.”

“I will, as soon as she calms down- we found her by the bay, wet and barely dressed, shivering to death. She’s extremely stressed and her pregnancy has become high risk, she needs strict bed rest or she could end up labouring early- Hunter Cha, you're putting your life at risk, your baby's life, please take a deep breath, your blood pressure is through the roof!"

She was distressed and sweaty, wiping away what perspiration she could from her forehead before preparing a syringe to which Hae-in recoiled at. She was hysterical, pulling at the restraint which could dislocate his arm at any time.

“Hae-in, calm down.” You said. “The doctor’s trying to help you, let her help you. You’ll pop a blood vessel like this!”

“No, no, no, no! Get that away from me- I don’t want it, I want to go back- let me go back!”

“Hae-in!”

The doctor came round to her free arm and tried to catch it swinging for her face. “I’m so sorry, I really am- your health is at risk, you need to listen me and calm down. I really want to help you.”

She snatched her arm at the first chance she got and held it to inject her, Hae-in amped the reaction like the doctor was radioactive.

Jinwoo was curious. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. “Hae-in, what’s gotten you so upset?”

She was struggling for breath behind her distraught tears and wails. “They want- they want to take my baby away!”

What?

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Summary : This is the story of how Bucky Barnes, a man who never imagined life outside the battlefield, met a bold woman from a well-known political family. One unexpected dinner later, he found himself on a path to becoming a senator.

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New York nights had a rhythm.

Bucky Barnes knew it better than most. The hum of traffic. The hiss of steam vents. The background noise that helped him feel… almost normal.

Almost.

He kept his head down as he walked through the neighborhood. No one bothered him much here. A few nods from shop owners. A couple of kids pointing, whispering. He was that guy, but no one dared ask for a photo.

He liked it that way.

But tonight, something felt off.

As he turned onto his street, he spotted it immediately:

A black sedan, polished and out of place. Parked directly in front of his building. The kind of car that never parked here—not without a reason.

And there was a man standing by the rear passenger door.

Broad frame. Suit. Ear mic.

Security detail. Government. Private sector. Serious.

Bucky slowed, muscles tightening out of habit. Eyes scanned the street. No backup—yet. He shifted his stance slightly, just in case.

The suited man saw him and opened the back door in one fluid motion.

“Good evening, Mr. Barnes.”

The voice that answered was calm, smooth—female.

First, he saw the pointed heel step out. Then the long legs, the midnight coat tailored to perfection. And finally, you.

You stepped into the streetlight like you belonged there.

Bucky’s brows knit. He didn’t recognize you. Not from SHIELD. Not from any agency he’d worked with.

“…Hi,” he said warily, stopping a few paces back. His tone was cautious but not rude. Always assessing.

You offered a diplomatic smile. “I apologize for the hour. I know this is unexpected. But it’s urgent, and we were hoping you’d consider helping us.”

He gave a small shake of the head, uncertain. “I’m not sure what kind of help I can offer.”

His eyes flicked to your posture, your guarded presence—expensive, sharp, connected.

“You’re not SHIELD,” he added. “But you’ve got government all over you.”

You smiled again. “You’re not wrong.”

You reached into your coat and handed him a business card—matte black, clean lettering, no nonsense.

He read your name. Then the family name beneath it. One he definitely knew.

“Political royalty,” he muttered under his breath.

“My family’s been involved in public service for generations,” you said evenly. “We support General Ross’s presidential campaign. In fact, we’re one of his top sponsors.”

Bucky’s mouth tightened. “Ross and I don’t exactly send each other Christmas cards.”

“I’m aware,” you said with a calm nod. “But this isn’t about him.”

He looked at you again, slower this time.

“…Let me guess,” he said finally. “You want me to protect someone?”

You almost laughed. “That’s a logical guess, but no. I’m offering you something... different.”

There was a pause. He didn’t like open-ended offers. Not from powerful people.

You caught the hesitation. “If you’re willing, we can talk more. Somewhere else. Somewhere you're comfortable.”

He glanced down the street. Quiet. Cold. You weren’t backing down, and neither was your driver.

“You’re not gonna leave until we talk, are you?”

Your smile was quiet. “Not really.”

He exhaled through his nose. “Alright. Let’s go somewhere more private.”

*****

The restaurant was upscale—too upscale for someone like Bucky Barnes, who still felt more comfortable in a tattered hoodie than a tailored shirt. The chandeliers cast a soft glow, the silverware sparkled like museum pieces, and every plate looked like it belonged in a magazine.

All eyes turned when the two of you entered. You walked with the kind of confidence that didn’t ask for permission. Bucky walked beside you, noticeably uncomfortable.

Fancy. He thought. Of course it is.

You were seated at a private table by a tall window overlooking the city. The waitress came by swiftly, placing two glasses of water down, then setting one dish in front of each of you.

Bucky blinked down at his plate. His exact favorite—roasted chicken with mashed potatoes and slaw.

He glanced up at you, squinting.

You sipped your water, a slight smile on your face. “What? You thought I didn’t come prepared?”

Bucky half-smiled. “You really do your homework.”

“I do,” you said simply. “Now, eat. It would be rude of me to start business while you’re hungry.”

He gave a small, awkward nod. He wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. Not anymore. But the food was good. And somehow, despite all this… you didn’t feel fake. That kept him at the table.

For a few moments, silence passed as you both ate. The candle flickered between you.

Then, after dabbing your lips with a napkin, you finally spoke.

“So… I assume you’ve heard that General Thaddeus Ross is running for President?”

Bucky paused mid-bite and swallowed. “Yeah. That tracks.”

You arched a brow, amused. “You don’t seem surprised.”

Bucky leaned back in his chair, resting his elbow on the table. “If that guy wins, first thing he’ll do is put a boot in my ass.”

You laughed. Not forced—genuine. Quick, dry.

Bucky blinked. Huh. He didn’t expect you to laugh at that. Most people would’ve looked uncomfortable or changed the subject.

So she’s not some stiff government mouthpiece. There was something different about you. A certain ease. Like you didn’t mind talking about things the way they were.

“Honestly,” you said, “Ross doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “So you’re here on behalf of him?”

You shook your head. “No. This meeting isn’t about Ross. I respect him, but this is personal.”

Personal? That was new.

You straightened your posture. The air shifted—time for the pitch.

“Mr. Barnes—”

“Call me Bucky.”

You gave a nod. “Alright. Bucky... are you interested in becoming a Senator?”

He nearly choked on his water.

“—Uhk!”

He coughed once, set the glass down, and stared at you in disbelief.

“…What did you just say?”

You remained composed. “You didn’t mishear. If you’re open to it, my family is willing to back your campaign.”

Bucky blinked. Several times.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“You want me to run for office? Why?”

He scoffed lightly. “You do know who I am, right?”

“I do. You’re the Winter Soldier. You’ve been controlled, redeemed, erased, remembered. You fought in a hundred wars—some you didn’t choose. You’ve lived long enough to know what governments are capable of. That makes you... credible.”

“You forgot assassin, war criminal, damaged goods.”

You tilted your head. “I didn’t forget. I just don’t believe any of those disqualify you.”

Bucky leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “You’re serious?”

“As serious as the next election cycle.”

He exhaled slowly, still stunned. “There’s no way I was your first option.”

You answer with low voice “You weren’t.”

He chuckled once. “Thought so. So what happened to Plan A?”

You took a small breath and sipped your water. “There was… a tragedy.”

Bucky’s expression sobered. “Sorry to hear that.”

You nodded once, then glanced out the window.

“He fell into another vagina.”

Bucky blinked. His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

“…I’m sorry?”

You met his eyes calmly. “He cheated. Loudly. With a campaign intern.”

“Oh.”

“He was my fiancé.”

Now Bucky really didn’t know what to say. He just gave a stiff nod. “Right.”

It hadn’t even been 24 hours since your world tilted.

Yesterday, your ex-fiancé—once your family’s golden ticket to the Senate—was caught red-handed. Quite literally. His assistant. His office. His stupidity.

The headlines hadn’t dropped yet, but your family didn’t need to wait. The betrayal burned hotter than the scandal.

They pulled the plug immediately. All funding. All endorsements. Gone. And when the question came—Who now?—the answer practically presented itself on the flat screen in the strategy room.

The news was replaying footage of the new Captain America... and beside him, the Winter Soldier.

You pointed to the screen. “We found one.”

*****

Now here you were, sitting across from James Buchanan Barnes, in a glass-walled restaurant that practically screamed press bait.

Photographers lurked near the sidewalk. You made sure of it.

Bucky, on the other hand, looked tense—like he was waiting for someone to yell ambush.

His eyes scanned the room, jaw tight, one hand still loose near his lap as if he were expecting to reach for a weapon.

He hadn’t touched his fork yet. “What if I say no?”

You set your water glass down, fingers tapping lightly on the base.

“Then you say no. And I move to the next name on the list.” You leaned forward slightly, voice even. “But you’re here, Bucky. That already tells me something.”

He narrowed his eyes. “It means I’m hungry.”

You smiled. “Sure. But let’s not pretend this is just dinner.”

Before he could reply, a flash caught his peripheral vision. He turned his head sharply—click, click, click—paparazzi. At least four of them, snapping shots through the restaurant window.

He turned back slowly. “You planned this.”

“I did.” You adjusted the collar of your blazer with calm precision. “Because in politics, perception is leverage. Sitting down with me tonight implies interest. That’s what the media will run with. Whether you say yes or no.”

Bucky huffed a short breath, half-smirked. “You’re more prepared than Hydra.”

You chuckled dryly. “Hydra lacked finesse.”

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “You really want me? After everything in my file?”

“That’s exactly why I want you,” you said plainly. “You have something no one else on our shortlist has—narrative. You’re a war survivor, a soldier burdened with truth. You know what it’s like to be used, to be public enemy number one, and to fight your way back to accountability.”

You paused to let your words settle.

“Bucky, you're not just a story. You’re a symbol of recovery, integrity, and the uncomfortable truths this country keeps avoiding. That’s why you’re the better option.”

He sat back, staring at you like he was trying to figure out your angle. “You say all that... but what do I get out of becoming a Senator?”

You gave a small shrug, but your tone sharpened.

“You get a seat at the table where real change happens. You get the power to protect the people you fight beside—without throwing a punch.”

That got him.

His fingers drummed slowly against the table, eyes thoughtful. “You’re serious.”

“I don’t make hobby offers.”

He looked back out the window, photographers still watching.

Then he looked at you.

You said "You could help people like Isaiah."

Bucky let out a slow breath. “Alright. I’m in.”

You smiled—smooth, quiet satisfaction. “Good. Let’s get you elected.”

Looking at you, so full of enthusiasm, Bucky couldn’t help but wonder what your reaction would be if the world found out he was running for Senate.

They’d probably laugh. Reject him. No one would ever truly accept a man like him.

Little did he know what the future would bring.

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[coyle-and-co]

Usually i don’t make opinion based posts because i don’t interact enough with fandom but there’s something im seeing a lot so im speaking to the air currently, this post will be really long winded, and will obviously have my opinions on it, im open to discussing it with people but this is in no way directing hate to anyone/and if you think you know who or whom it’s directed at PLEASE do not go out of your way to send hate, harass or bully anyone who might fit this post, this is genuinely just a ramble because i feel the need to get other peoples opinion and insight, continue reading if you understand this my page is NOT for slander or tolerating hateful behavior, thank you

what is up with people and excusing coyle as a character but then acting like the other PA are worse because of their appearances?

this came to me because of an unrelated post on a blog i will not mention, that spoke about franco and pointing out that hes obviously a disgusting person, but slamming on age regression while being objectively wrong, while acting like coyle is a saint

my personal opinion on this is that if you’re going to criticize one of them, criticize them all, non of the PA are good people, and are generally down right vile but you don’t have to speak on a group of people you do not understand/know nothing about only to misconstrue that they are “gross” because of a trauma response

i’ll say it here, FRANCO IS NOT AN AGE REGRESSOR, he has a fetish. that’s the whole point, he doesn’t like being treated as a baby or less than a man, which he mentions in his dialogue, and in the words of princess Carolyn in Bojack he “wants a mommy he can slip his dick into”, he has a mommy fetish, he is not an age regressor. He is still fully lucid (albeit he’s fucking insane) while doing all of this and is not in a childish state of mind

And with Coyle, i do not understand why people give him so much leeway, he was part of the Klu Klux Klan, he has sexually assaulted both men and women, he tortures people, and is genuinely horrible all around. Franco is horrible, Gooseberry is horrible. Franco and Coyle have both done disgusting things to both women and men yet it seems Coyle gets a pass, which i don’t fully understand

this post is also not to say that you can PREFER one over the others, that’s an opinion, but you cannot dog on one without being aware that your fav is also a bad person, that’s the point, they’re all bad people. You can find Coyle attractive without having to shame a very real community who already have to deal with misconceptions of what they are and getting mixed up with DDLG, which is not age regression.

I love outlast, and i love this community, but some portions need to start realizing that they’re being hypocritical, which i know is funny coming from the dating sim guy, but seriously you cannot be confidently loud and wrong, and ignore the crimes of the other characters. Don’t get me wrong, i love all the PA, i love their characters because of how awful each of them are in their own way, and non should be put on a pedestal for who’s less evil

Please be mindful with what you say, because even if it’s “just a game” some of the things you do can genuinely affect and harm others even if that’s not what you intended to do, be good people

[writeriguess]

Hi dear! Could you please write Kirishima asking you out and being really nervous since even though you’re adults (time skip) he has little experience in dating and stuff ?

Even the Strongest Can Shake

It had been a long day. Not the kind of day that left you gasping for breath or running on adrenaline like the ones from your younger years — but long in the quiet, draining way that only adulthood could be. Grocery bags cut into your fingers, your jacket was sliding off one shoulder, and your two kids trailed behind you, bickering under their breath as you juggled the house keys.

The lock clicked, the door creaked open, and the scent of something vaguely burnt floated through the hallway.

You blinked.

“Kirishima?”

You didn't expect to see him there, standing awkwardly in your kitchen, wearing a slightly wrinkled black button-up and a red tie that had definitely been adjusted too many times. He looked like he’d been standing there for a while — or pacing.

“Oh—hey! Uh—hey! You're—you’re home!” he said, his voice cracking halfway through like a teenager. The moment he saw you, he straightened up too fast and bumped his hip into the corner of your counter. “Ah—crap! I mean—ow! That’s not what I meant to say—uh—hi.”

You raised a brow, managing a tired smile. “Hi yourself. Everything okay?”

He smiled too wide, too forced. His hands rubbed against his jeans nervously before he remembered he wasn’t wearing jeans and looked mildly betrayed by his own slacks.

“I—I made dinner?” he said, and you noticed the chaos behind him. The stove was still warm. There were signs of multiple failed attempts, a pan in the sink with what looked like rice glued to the bottom, and yet… the table was set. Sloppily, yes. But it was the kind of effort that made your heart ache a little.

Your daughter tugged at your sleeve. “Mom… why is Uncle Eiji here dressed like that?”

You were about to answer, but your son beat you to it, frowning with the unfiltered sharpness only kids could manage.

“Is he trying to be our dad now?”

The words hit like a slap. Kirishima visibly flinched.

“I—uh—what?” he stammered, eyes wide.

Your kids didn’t say it to be cruel, not really. But you saw the damage anyway. Kirishima’s hands dropped to his sides. He looked like a man trying not to take a hit head-on for once.

You crouched down to your children’s level, smoothing your son's hair gently. “Sweetheart, Uncle Eiji is just… visiting. He’s a good friend. Remember how I said people can care about us in different ways? That’s all this is. Nothing more complicated, okay?”

They nodded, albeit skeptically, and you sent them off to the living room with a look that clearly meant we’ll talk more later. When they were out of earshot, you turned back to Kirishima. He was staring at the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted. “That was dumb. I should’ve—should’ve asked you when they weren’t here. I wasn’t thinking. I just—gah, I practiced this so many times, and it still came out like that.”

You walked over slowly, setting the bags on the counter. “Practiced what?”

He met your eyes then, and you saw it — the nerves hidden behind his usual sunshine. The shake in his hands. The blush creeping from the tips of his ears to the base of his throat.

“I was gonna ask you out,” he said, voice so quiet it almost didn’t sound like him. “Like—on a date. An actual one. Just us. Adults. Because I think you’re amazing. Because you make me laugh even when I feel like crap. Because you never treat me like I’m dumb or just muscles. Because the way you love your kids is… beautiful. And because I think about you way more than I probably should.”

You swallowed hard. He kept going, like if he stopped now he wouldn’t be able to start again.

“But I’ve never really—dated. Not seriously. Not like this. I didn’t grow up thinking I deserved someone like you. I was always the ‘bro’ guy. The wingman. And now I’m standing here in your kitchen with overcooked rice and your kid just called me out, and—God, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Kirishima…”

He laughed, short and bitter. “You don’t have to say anything. Really. I know it’s a lot. I just thought—hell, I thought maybe if I tried, I’d stop regretting never trying. But I can back off, I swear. I just—needed to say it once.”

You stepped closer. He froze.

“You really practiced?” you asked gently.

He nodded. “In front of the mirror. With Bakugou yelling at me through the wall to ‘shut the hell up and just spit it out already.’”

A laugh broke out of you before you could help it, and the sound made him blink like it caught him off guard.

“I think it’s sweet,” you said, touching his arm. “Not the rice. That’s probably a war crime. But this? You. Being nervous? You don’t have to be.”

He looked down at your hand on his arm like it was a lifeline.

“So… is that a yes?” he asked, the smallest flicker of hope glinting behind his crimson eyes.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, letting your lips linger just long enough to watch his ears go scarlet red.

“It’s a yes.”

He let out a breath like he’d been holding it for months.

“I swear I’ll get better at this. Dating stuff. Romance. All of it.”

“You don’t have to be perfect, Eiji,” you said softly. “You just have to be real.”

He smiled, and it was a little crooked, a little sheepish — but so very him.

“Then I’ll be the realest date you’ve ever had.”

From the living room, your daughter called out: “Is he staying for dinner or not? We’re hungry!”

Kirishima winced. “Well… about that rice…”

You laughed again. And for the first time in a long while, it felt like something new was starting.

Something good.

[misssplish]

I love Pattie literally so much BUT her and George were not meant to be!!

Also the whole ‘ aesthetically pleasing’ part really annoys me because like?? Just because people look good together doesn’t mean they are a good match? It’s screaming ‘I don’t know how relationships work’

The fact people overlook the fact that Olivia is also SO SO pretty + the added factor of her being literal soulmate for George says ALOT.

Olivia Harrison Appreciation

Where do I begin? Olivia, the woman that you are! The icon that you are! It's such a shame that she's so underappreciated in this Beatles fandom because she did so much but *some fans, have this extreme attachment to George and Pattie that they failed to realise that she such a badass!

I've seen so many posts on Tiktok and Pinterest even, discrediting Olivia by saying "George looked so much better with Pattie" and blah blah blah, like EXCUSE ME?!! What does that mean??

Look at how beautiful and in love they looked. Olivia was George's true soulmate. We need to stop degrading Olivia (especially on Tiktok) for the sake of uplifting George and Pattie just because they looked "aesthetically pleasing". Someone here on Tumblr explained that George and Pattie were just young love and I agree. They were both young when they first saw each other and when they matured, they fell out of love, it was bound to happen, they were not soulmates!

Olivia Harrison is a strong and beautiful woman. She literally saved George from a crazy intruder. In 1990, she set up the Romanian Angel Appeal to help thousands of Romanian orphans after the fall of Communism and as of now is still honoring her late husband's legacy by setting up The George Harrison Fund that has helped many children who were affected by wars and natural disasters, yet *some people still try to reduce her to just George Harrison's second wife and so on.

Olivia Harrison ... the woman that you are

[ild-rllrcstr]

The Second Seat part 2

Lando Norris X You (female driver) / slight angst / 2.4K

part 1 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 (final part coming soon)

Summary You worked your way up to Formula One, contracted with McLaren, defying all odds. You play the team game: humble, strategic, and willing to follow orders, even if it means sacrificing podiums so Lando Norris can be the world champion. Every lap you sacrifice, every time you hold back, the world starts to doubt your talent. Lando sees it all. So he makes a choice: to give you the race, the recognition you deserve, and maybe his heart. You came for the drive, but you stayed for something more.

Warnings swearing A/N I'm trying to write something each day, and here comes the second part! Might still have one or two more parts of this coming, but let me know who I should write next! Although I speak French and English neither of them are my native languages so bear with me if there are mistakes (don’t hesitate to let me know also!)

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The atmosphere of the club was at its peak, but Lando was strangely not his usual party self. Something’s really bothering him. And Carlos noticed. He noticed how Lando took a long amount of time to show up, and he’s not that into the party even though he won Monaco and set the fastest record, again. 

“I thought by this time you’d be on the table dancing in your underwear by now. Monaco win? Fastest lap? Come on, champion.” Carlos stumbled down onto the couch next to Lando. 

“Yeah. Big night.”Lando’s pulled a weirdly fake smile staring blankly at whatever Charles and Pierre are doing, some French songs, clearly having trouble concentrating.

“So? What's going on? You’ve been weird the whole night. You ghosted us until midnight.”

Lando looked at Carlos, wondering if he should talk to about this, but he is not the best at hiding his emotions and thoughts. 

“It’s… Y/N, she seems to be having a hard time because of the race.” Carlos nodded, getting what Lando was talking about. 

“From P5 to P9 hurts, we’ve all been there, we know how it feels.” Lewis said firmly with compassion on one side, sipping his drink. 

“Please. As if she was gonna take Isack. She looked like she might, we’re in Monaco, we all know, and consider the rookie she is, she just had to blocked all our way like a rental kart session, it’s freaking stupid…” Lance, being a bit drunk, complained on the side as soon as he heard your name. Still mad about being blocked earlier in the race.

“Watch it, Stroll,” Lando shot a deadly glance at Lance. 

The slight raised in voice caught the attention of the others. Charles’ eyebrows wentup. Pierre paused mid-sip. Even Isack widen his eyes.

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. She was in P5. You think she suddenly forgot how to drive? No need to see the front to know that you’re boxing. It was for you to box clean, and she followed it like a good little number two.”

“Come again?” Lando’s now standing up, fuming. Carlos quickly stood up between the two.

“Number. Two. It’s the eighth Grand Prix now, isn’t it obvious enough? They’re making her your shadow, and you know it.” Lance smirked. “I don’t know why you’re this mad, it’s for your benefit, and she seems to be happy enough to just be sitting in a seat with us, no?” Lance was absolutely drunk out of his mind. 

Fernando quickly stood behind Lance, trying to stop the conversation, it was going too far. 

Lando was leaning forward, Carlos quickly held him back just in time, whispering in his ear, “Lando, too many people around, not a good moment.”

“Come on guys, sure it was shit call, but we all know strategy is strategy. It is like this in this competition, we’re not new to this. That’s respectful for Y/N’s teamwork, I got no beef. Perhaps we should be the ones learning a thing or two.” Alex stepped in between, helping Fernando to hold the drunk Canadian back. 

Lance was quickly retired to another corner with Fernando and Alex to make sure he doesn’t get involved in this anymore, seeing how drunk he was. Carlos and Charles are sandwiching Lando, making sure he calms down. 

Lando said nothing. But his fists clenched, jaw tightened, and the way he was staring into his untouched drink says everything.

“You know what, tomorrow, my yacht, we’re going on a ride, just to chill it out, it might help her. It’s her first time in Monaco, can’t have her leave my home town on a bad note.” Charles picked up his phone right away. 

“Allô, ça va merci, est-ce que c’est possible préparer mon yacht pour cet aprèm?”

(Hello, I’m well thank you. Is it possible to prepare my yacht for this afternoon?)

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The next day, you woke up with your head slightly spinning from all the crying you did last night. You probably cried yourself to sleep. 

‘16h à la porte, on attendera jusqu'à t’es là.’ - Charles

(16h at the port. We’ll wait until you show up.)

You looked at the time, it was already 13h, you dragged yourself to the shower, trying to reduce your puffy eyes and the weight behind them. You ended up ordering room service for some ice to help, along with some light food.

After a moment of hesitation, you pulled on a white maxi dress that hugged your shape softly, flowing like peace. One of the outfits you packed in the hope that Monaco would feel like a vacation, which was almost forgotten because of the race. You texted Charles apologising that you’ll be late for a bit.

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“En fin! Elle est là!” 

(Finally! Sh’e here!) 

Charles and Alexandra warmly greeted you.

“Merci pour m'inviter.”

(Thank you for inviting me.)

You smiled softly.

Even Leo wagged his tail like he knew you needed softness today.

“Mon chouchou!”

(My darling!)

You knelt to greet Leo with a little smile. You’ve built your little friendship with the little guy quickly throughout the races. The wind carried your perfume, your hair fluttering elegantly. 

Lando did not understand French, but hearing Charles’ loud voice, he came out of the cabin. You were kneeling down, playing with Leo and didn’t really notice him. Once you stood back up, Lando got a full sight of you.

For once, you are not in your fireproof suit, not with a helmet and tired eyes, not in the simulation, not with data sheets, but in something flowing and softly white, but still with a soft smile you were clearly forcing to wear, which made him pause.

He had one hand in his trouser pockets, another one holding on to his drink tightly.

“Wow, am I in the inner circle already?” You energetically smiled and joked when you entered the cabin, seeing only a couple of the drivers were on the yacht. 

Good actress. Lando looked at you on the side, somehow seeing through you, not understanding why you are like this. 

Lando almost caught you red-eyed last night, and you really don’t need more people on your tail.

The others chuckled. “You speak French, that’s already a fast lane ticket to this circle.” Pierre joked back. 

You were surrounded by your new friends, everyone was on the dock enjoying the sun. Carlos and Rebecca were laughing over a Uno game going on with Lando. Lewis was lounging quietly, sunglasses on, but you felt his gaze check on you once or twice. Pierre had his arm draped lazily over Francisca’s shoulders, the two whispering between bites of fruit. It was all easy, golden, safe.

“Don’t let the media get to you,” Lewis said gently, handing you a drink. “You did what was asked. That’s more than a lot of people would do.”

Charles approached and continued, “If it were reversed, if Lando were told to hold up traffic for you and he did, people would be calling it ‘brilliant teamwork.’ But when you do it, it’s ‘lack of pace.’ Fuck that.”

You smiled, small and tight. “It’s fine. Really.”

“Non,” Charles said firmly. “C’est grave,” (It’s serious.)

“They used you. And you took it.”

“It’s just part of the job,” you replied, trying to make it sound light.

Lando was not sitting far, he was hearing the conversation with the Uno in his hands, losing count of the cards he was pulling for the +4 card. He dropped the cards and stood up. Too suddenly.

“Stop saying that,” he snapped.

Everyone fell silent.

“Why do you keep pretending it doesn’t matter?”

Your eyes flicked up to him, startled but calm.

“Because maybe it’s not yet the time for me to start acting like it matters. That’s not what McLaren needs from me right now. Like I always said, I’m doing what my team needs me to.”

His jaw flexed. “McLaren needs your silence, then? Your obedience? You think that’s loyalty? It’s survival. That’s not the same.”

Everyone was watching intensely, this was not what Charles organised this cruise for.

Lando took a step closer, voice lower but shaking.

“You had Hadjar. You had him. And they made you back down. Then you held off half the grid with dead tires like it was nothing.”

You stood, keeping your expression even.

“Maybe it is survival for me, being the only female in this competition. It was done for you, but what’s done is done. Enjoy your victory and we move on.”

“No,” he said, voice cracking.

“You move on. But to what? Another Grand Prix where you can’t show people what you basically sleep in the simulator and a swarm of data sheets for? You act like it never hurts. Like this doesn’t eat you alive. But I see it. I saw your face yesterday. And I fucking hate that you won’t let yourself say it out loud.”

You swallowed. The wind curled around you both. His chest was rising too fast. No one said a word.

Lando was right, but so were you.

“…It’s not your job to hate it for me,” you said, quieter now.

Lando’s reply came after a beat. “Yeah. But someone has to, and you are clearly not doing it.”

Lando left for the other side of the dock, Carlos followed. Charles and Alexandra came to make sure you’re okay. It took you everything to not break down in front of everyone. 

“Suis désolé pour ça, je voulais pas de mettre l’ambiance comme ça.”

(I’m sorry for this, I didn’t want to make the vibe like this.)

You sighed and softly apologized to Charles and Alexandra, feeling guilty.

“T'inquiète pas ma belle, c'est pas ta faute.” 

(Don’t worry, my pretty, it’s not your fault.)

 Alexandra gave you a tight hug.

“J'avoue qu'il aurait pu t'approcher sur ça plus gentiment, mais c’est parce que Il tient vraiment à toi, tu sais. Il était à deux doigts de se battre avec Lance hier. Je lui ai jamais vu comme ça.” 

(I admit he could’ve approached you about this more gently, but it’s because he really cares about you, you know. He was this close to going into a fight with Lance yesterday. I’ve never seen him like this.)

Charles leaned on the rail while Alexandra kept you in a cute side hug.

You looked at Charles with your eyebrows frowned. That’s when he told you what happened yesterday at the club. 

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The atmosphere was saved by dinner, although you and Lando sat on the opposite side of the table, the perfect corner to avoid each other. You sat between Alexandra and Lewis, both have been extra nice with you the whole afternoon, making sure you feel better, at least you looked like you felt better.

After dinner, on the ride back, you sat on the end of the yacht, watching the sunset. The hum of the motor and the wave were calming, along with the wind and the orange rays of sunset. It was so peaceful that you just let your mind empty.

You heard footsteps, but didn’t bother to turn around. The person sat next to you, mimicking your position. 

Lando. 

Both of you sat there for a long while without talking, just feeling how the wind blew through.

"Thank you for defending me yesterday at the club, Charles told me." You quietly said.

“Lance was drunk and stepping out of the line." He paused, "I’m sorry for lashing out like that earlier.” He quietly said, looking straight at the water.

“You’re not wrong. But if my little sacrifice can make it easy for everyone, I do think it’s worth it.”

Your words were frustrating him again, but he tried to calm himself down, since it did not end well the way he reacted earlier. 

“You don’t owe them comfort. You don’t owe me silence either. You are my teammate, but we’re supposed to push each other and not starve one to feed another, we’re McLaren we can have enough for both of us.” 

He wasn’t just angry anymore. He was hurting.

You turned to look at him, and there was something raw in his eyes, the kind of frustration that only comes from caring too much, like he’s begging you. 

“I don’t want to be the reason the team loses trust. If I break down, it’s not just me who suffers. It reflects on every woman trying to get into this sport. I believe the team has its plan, and I want to trust their decisions.”

 “So you’re just going to bleed for everyone in silence?” It was pure bitterness in Lando’s voice.

You smiled faintly. “If that’s what it takes.”

He looked at you then, really looked, and there was something in his gaze that burns hotter than an F1 engine running at 200km/h.

“I can’t stand watching them waste you.” Lando gritted his teeth.

“They’re not wasting me. I’m still here. And you’re getting the huge top rank gap between you and Lewis.” You were saying so, but you can’t look straight in his eyes to say these words.

“Yeah, but for how long before they break you, trying to make you small? And to be honest, I won’t feel like a real champion if I’m getting it like this”

Silence again. The air between you was tight with everything unsaid.

“Don’t care so much, Lando. It’ll hurt you.” You stared at the line where the sun disappeared into the water.

Lando almost whispered, “Too late.”

You looked up at him, heart pounding for reasons that had no longer anything to do with racing anymore.

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“Should I go see if everything’s okay over there?” Carlos asked, eyes fixated on the two at the end of the yacht.

Everyone was trying to be subtle, but 8 of them all squeezing near the cabin opening to see what’s going on was very obvious and somehow comic. 

“I think we can leave them alone for now.” Charles was concerned, but the situation didn’t seem to need interfering for the moment.

“It’s scary when Lando is like that, it’s new and unpredictable,” Pierre muttered, stating what most were feeling. 

“Are you guys for real?” Lewis distanced himself from the others, looking at them as if they all had three heads.

“What?” Charles voices everyone’s confusion.

“Do you guys seriously not see why might be the reason he’s like that?” Lewis smirked.

The others looked at each other, still confused. Then Alexandra’s eyes widened and she looked back at Lewis in disbelief. Lewis shrugged, confirming what Alexandra’s thinking.

“Merde, ne me dis pas qu’il l’aime” Charles whispered.

(Shit, don’t tell me he likes her.)

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[n0rmal-cat]

Hi!❤️❤️❤️❤️

Can we have the beach episode with the aliens? Pretty please? 🥹 👉👈

Also, I love all your stories, keep it up and good luck in everything you do!😘

Aliens x reader- beach fun and not so fun

[looking for weird things is better then swimming- reader]

[also thank you thank you!!❤️]

Readers chilling playing on the alien phone they were given on their bed of choice.

They suddenly get picked up into the air unprompted “wahh!” They look behind them, seeing the grinning face of watermelon.

“Do you know what time it is?!” He asked in excitement

“No?…lunch?” They ask

“Ah wrong idiot it’s beach time” he pointed a finger in reader face

“Don’t call them an idiot” garden yelled passing by the door, not angrily though.

“They have the beach in space?”

“ ‘They have the beach in space’ of course we have the beach!” He mocked

Reader grunts and jumps away from his hold, they follow garden outside the room.

“Why is watermelon being an asshole?” they ask garden as they pack a bag labeled human essentials.

They sigh “because they love the beach and get a little jittery whenever we go, he doesn’t mean to be rude and if he is just tell him that’s not beach etiquette”

“And he just follows that?” 

“I’ve been married to him longer than you’ve been alive, I know how his brain works” they pull a black diving suit.

“Now put this on”

Reader rolls their eyes but starts to put in on “oh it actually fits pretty well, I expect it to be a lot tighter”

They look around checking themselves out “but why this and not a regular swimsuit?”

Garden touches the middle of reader's chest, a helmet immediately sprouting over their head “cool!”

“It’s specifically designed for humans, you don’t need to worry about knowing how to swim because it has a built in diving mode, that along with all of our data inside in case you ever get lost other will know who to bring you back to”

“I can just tell them?”

They look at reader with a look of empathy “honey people aren’t gonna understand the names garden and watermelon” they pat reader head

“Forget conversation, let's go!” Watermelon screamed 

“Hold on, don't jump out of the ship before I land!” They run to go get him.

As soon as garden lands the ship,  watermelon is the first to get out and run towards the water, or what looked like water anyway.

Garden gave them sunglasses and a hat, “you should hold my hand the beach is pretty long”

“Ok” reader blushes in embarrassment as they take garden hand.

The two walk down the pier “so why does he like the beach so much”

“Oh you know, long story” they smile and wave reader off

Reader pauses “you two are weird”

There were a few other humans at the beach so they could see why they needed to wear the suit.

They helped garden set up the towel and umbrella before sitting down with them.

“So what do you want to do now”

“Are their fish here? or anything in the water really?”

They laugh and pull out a book “I knew you would say that, so I pack you this book on all the little critters that live here”

They flipped open the book and looked over some of the pages “whoa, a fish that can grown and retract legs when in danger, a crab with paws to help them dig better, and a seagull with glow in the dark feathers!” They take another look at garden “am I in heaven!?”

“I hope not, now what first?” They ask

“Water stuff first!” They point towards the sea.

Garden gets up and starts to make their way to the shore line with reader, crouching down reader by their side.

“So what are we looking for then?” They smile

“Hm, what season is it?”

“It would be this planet equivalent to summer on earth”

“Ok good” they said happily

“According to the book it says that we can find bottle mimics stuck in the shoreline” they point to a picture of a map in a bottle.

“It says that bottle mimics have a map inside and the only way to get it out is if you leave it out in the sun”

“Well let’s find you one then”

Reader nods and starts to dig around, after about half an hour reader finally pulls out a clean bottle with a paper inside.

“I found one!”

“Well would you look at that, must be proud of yourself huh?”

“Hell yeah I am, now I’m gonna take it back to the ship and study it so I can make a re-“

“Guyysss” watermelon emerges from the water soaking wet looking a little more red than usual, he shakes off and looks over the two of them “hey you brought me a drink how nice” he takes the bottle from reader and breaks the top off.

Reader lets out a loud gasp as their hands go to their mouth “m-my” 

“Why would you do that! Do you know how hard they worked for that”

Reader puts their head down and walks back to their towel sadly.

“It’s just a dink, why am i being yelled at?” He asked, genuinely confused.

Garden shakes their head “it wasn’t a drink, it was a mimic that they spent half an hour looking for, they wanted to bring it home with them” they explained

“And I killed it didn’t I?…”

“Pretty much”

“Well I did this I’ll go talk to them” he ran up to the umbrella in a hurry.

Reader sits their knees to true chest, “hey buddy-“

“Don’t call me that” they glared at him

“Look I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was something that you wanted it honestly looked like a drink” he rubbed the back of his neck.

Reader kisses their teeth in response.

“Oh come on there's got to be something else you want let me see that book”

“Hey!” He took it from their arms, he flipped through a few pages before landing on one.

“Look we’ll find this one, I see them all the time in the water”

“Fine…” reader stood up and wiped their face.

He took them to the water passing garden as they went, “going back to the water?”

“Going to look for creatures for them”

Garden gives him a quick kiss “alright I’m going to get my board, see you two later” they walked away.

He turns back to reader with a smile “right then! Why don’t you take my hair and hold on, I’ll swim out for us”

He crouched down for them

“Whatever” reader took hold and watermelon started to walk into the water.

It was quite as they felt themselves being submerged.

“I’m sorry I upset you reader”

“Mhm”

“Hey did garden tell you you why i like the beach so much” he asked

“No, why?” They were a little curious.

“It’s were they asked me to marry them, I just get so excited coming back to one. sometimes i become a big asshole and I'm sorry about that"

That made sense he was always an idiot when it came to love.

“Oh..”

He stop and just stays there

“This is probably far out enough, now all we have to do is wait”

He took reader off their back and laid down in the water, sitting them on his chest.

“Why wait?” 

“Because what we’re looking for will turn up soon” he closed his eyes

“So is this all you do, lay in the water and do nothing”

He laughs “I’m not doing nothing, I’m hunting”

“Hunting, this is hunting?” Reader crossed their arms.

“Just give it a few minutes will you?”

They let out a huff but do as they’re told.

A few minutes pass with nothing happening “ok your times up nothings happening”

He moves up, knocking them over into the water.

“Agh!” The suit helps them stay afloat 

Watermelon takes a handful of his hair and holds it up to them.

“I’d say that’s about twelve fish right there” he smirks

“That’s…that’s incredible a species that hunts not with their hands or feet but with hair” they put a hand out to take a single fish out of his hair.

it was very shiny and cartoonish.

“Pretty cool right? I used to go fishing all the time when I was younger”

Reader nods “I think i found what I want to study”

“Really which one”

“I can’t tell you that would ruin it all”

They pick reader back up again “whatever you say”

It had been far longer that they were there then reader had thought, hell it was already starting to darken.

“So where's garden”

“My guess? Getting their shoulder popped back into place”

“Huh…”

“Yeah they always take surfing way too seriously and end up hurt in a some way, never got one scratch in battle but broke both arms twice and four separate times”

“Both of you need help” they thought about it “or don’t I’d like to see what other shit you guys do”

[sunday-bug]

May I request Steve Kemp and vampire reader, please? Thank you in advance!

So Take a Bite

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Content: BLOOD, feeding from live humans, p in v sex, mentions of cannibalism & murder, Steve being manipulative & charming to get his way (ya'll have seen Fresh, he's a bad, delicious guy)

Synopsis: Steve supplies exactly what you crave... but what if he's offering you more?

A/N: I’ve never written anything like this so don't judge too harshly lol although I’d love constructive feedback - also thank you for this prompt because it made me write outside of my comfort zone and I had a TON of fun with it - thank you for your patience anon - I know this has been in my inbox for months ❤️ also thank you to @navybrat817 for reminding me that Steve can steal blood from the hospital because he’s a doctor (I have no common sense sometimes) also I listened to The Offering by Sleep Token A LOT while writing this lmao ok I’m done yapping

“I’m almost out, Kemp. I’m serious. Don’t fuck around with me. I can expose your sick ass in a second.”

Steve scoffs, “My sick ass? You’re the one that can’t survive without what I provide you. You need me. Just admit it, sweetheart.”

Steve hears you grumble over the phone and smiles, pleased with himself. There’s a market for everything - human meat & blood are his niche. And he’s damn good at both of them. Some people are just impatient and ungrateful. He waits for you to say something - he isn’t going to break first.

“Fine. Meet me tonight. I’ll pay you an expedience fee,” you say firmly.

“Double. You’ll pay me double. I’ll make sure it’s fresh, and you can have it tonight.”

He hears your breath intake on the other line before you answer, “Deal.” You hang up before he can.

-

Steve takes his scrub cap off and throws it in the laundry bin of the surgeon's locker room. Another day of routine procedures - a couple breast implants, a skin graft, a rhinoplasty, and a face lift to end the day. He walks to his locker and changes from his scrubs into his street clothes. 

“You done for the day, Kemp?” A familiar voice asks.

Steve looks up to see Dr. Lowndes striding towards him.

“Yeah, all done,” he says politely, grabbing his bag and walking toward the door. “Just going up to see my Nana. She was admitted last night for chest pain.”

“Oh, is she in the ICU? They look swamped today.”

“Uh, yeah, ICU. But she’s going to be fine,” Steve lies. Lies about the whole thing. His Nana has been dead for a decade.

“I hope so. Have a good afternoon,” Lowndes says.

“Sure thing. You too,” Steve waves and darts out of the locker room like a man on a mission. He takes the stairs to the fourth floor and surveys who the nurses on duty are - Mandi, Alexis, Torriana, ah… there she is, Brynn.

“Hi ladies,” Steve says with a smile as he sidles up to the nurses station. He catches Brynn’s eye slyly and smirks. “Heard you guys are busy today.”

“Yes, very,” Alexis says, not looking up from the medical chart on her computer. She’s always a bit prickly with him.

“I, uh, think my Nana was admitted last night… Brynn. Can you help me out with that?”

“Of course, Dr. Kemp,” she says professionally.

“Walk with me,” Steve instructs, maneuvering her away from the desk. So ductile, so meek, such a good listener. She follows him with fervor.

“How many units do you need?” She asks quietly as they round the corner, getting straight to business.

“How many do you have?” Steve asks, entering an empty patient room and shutting the door behind them both.

“Dr. Kemp, I-,” she starts.

“I need 12-15. Tonight. Now, actually.” 

“Okay, I don’t know if I can get them now,” she sighs, biting her bottom lip nervously.

“You know, you look really pretty today. Are these new?” Steve reaches up gently to look at her earrings. She closes her eyes and leans her cheek into his palm. “Are they from your fiancé?” He growls, tugging on one gently. Her eyes snap open and she pulls her face away from his hand.

“Yes, they are.” She looks at him with desperate eyes. “Pull your car around to the trauma bay. I’ll bring them out in a styrofoam cooler. And Steve?”

“Yeah?” He asks, hand on the door knob.

“I’d leave him for you if you asked,” she whispers, tugging on the earring he’d just touched.

“I know you would, sweetheart. We’ll talk about it later, okay?” He gives her a gentle smile before turning around and heading down to his car. The secret is to keep her hopes up - give her just enough to make her bend to his will. She’s a pretty girl, but too young and naive. He’d love to take her home and sell her for parts, but that damn fiancé fucks up that plan. Besides, he has her right where he wants her. And if she quits, he’ll charm another to do his bidding.

He pulls his sleek car around and sees her standing there waiting, cooler full of liquid cash. He pops the trunk and watches her set it inside. She walks around to the driver’s side and he cracks his window.

“Text me?” She asks sweetly, eyes full of hope.

“Sure thing,” he replies with a wink before taking off, knowing he doesn't even have her number saved.

-

Steve pulls out his phone as he parks in his driveway and sends you a text: It’s fresh. My place. 7pm.

You respond with a thumbs up emoji and count your cash out on your bed again, making sure you have enough to cover his exorbitant fee. You huff in frustration and thirst, but damn it’s worth it. Steve is the only one that provides exactly what you need - fresh human blood. 

You’re going to be late on your rent payment again now because of this beautiful asshole, but what else can you do? Starve to death? Not an option. You put your money in your bra and get in your car to drive to his place. Motherfucker just has to live 20 miles outside of town. That’s gas money now too.

You pull up to his house into his weird fancy driveway that looks like Swiss cheese and park your beater next to his stupid sports car. Fucking Kemp. Such an asshole. You shoot him a quick text that you’re here and wait for him to come outside. Your phone buzzes and you look down to see that he’s texted you back: Come in. Door’s unlocked. You swallow, never having been inside Steve’s place. This whole exchange usually took less than five minutes before you were satiated and on your way. You knock on his front door and hear rustling on the other side before he opens and invites you in. 

“What’s with the change of protocol?” You ask warily, looking around the entryway.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “I thought we could have dinner. We always rush the interchange. I figure it’d be nice to have a meal together.”

You shudder at the thought. “If you think I’m going to eat anything you’ve cooked, you’re out of your damn mind, Kemp.”

He utters your name, “It’s vegetable risotto. Now come in.”

You walk into Steve’s home and let him shut the front door behind you. It’s nice - retro, but the kind of retro where everything looks incredibly curated and expensive. 

“Wine?” He asks, plating your food.

“Sure, thank you,” you reply, walking around his dining area and checking out all of his artwork. “Actually, can I just have some of my supply? I shouldn’t drink alcohol when my tank is nearly empty.”

Steve laughs lightly at your word choice and nods. “Sure, pay me now. I’ll even load the cooler in your car because I’m such a nice guy.”

You roll your eyes and sigh, taking the cash out of your bra and handing it over to him. 

“Classy,” he notes sarcastically, taking the money from your hands. “Sit.” You watch him retrieve the cooler from the refrigerator and take a unit out. “You, uh, just straight from the bag or would you like a glass?” He asks.

You can’t help but laugh. “A glass would be nice.” He takes one from the cupboard and gestures for you to do the rest. You prepare your “drink”.

“Gimme your keys. I’ll run this out to your car,” he says nonchalantly. You toss him your car keys and he walks out the front door to stash your goods in your trunk. You lift the lid of the pan on the stove and inspect it closely. It looks and smells normal, but you’re still rightfully skeptical. Steve saunters back in at that moment, and you drop the lid loudly onto the pan.

“Vegetable. Risotto. I promise,” he reminds you sternly. “I don’t surprise anyone with my acquired tastes. Truthfully, I don’t have many dinner guests. But I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, but this is helping immensely,” you assure him, holding up your half empty glass. His eyes flit from the glass to yours and you shrug. “You think it’s weird," you say.

“I’m not one to judge,” he sighs, pulling a dining chair out for you. “Sit.”

You sit in the plush chair and watch him bring a plate to you. The food is still steaming. He puts his plate down and sits at the head of the table next to you. He takes a bite and smiles. “I’m a great cook. I’ll brag about that.” 

You smile and take a bite. Damn. He is a great cook. You both sit in silence for a few moments, enjoying the first bites of your meal. You finish your drink, feeling the vitality course through your cold veins once more. Steve watches you finish off your glass and take a bite of the risotto.

“Feeling better?” He muses, looking at your eyes closely. “You look… revitalized.”

“I feel it.” You say with a grin. “There’s nothing like the feeling right after… drinking.”

“I think I know what you mean,” he says. “Like you’re high on life?” 

“Yes, exactly,” you agree, leaning in closer over your plate.

Steve smiles and looks down. “You know, we have more in common than you think we do, sweetheart. You say I’m sick for how I choose to live, but how are you any different, really?” 

You consider his question carefully. “I don’t hurt people. That’s the difference, Steve. Isn’t that obvious?”

He nods before smiling darkly at you. “You’ve never had it from the tap? Never tasted it hot from the source?”

You swallow against your better judgement, your body betraying your mind. “N-no… and I never will.” 

“Who are you trying to convince? Yourself or me?” He stands up and grabs your barely finished plate from you before setting it on the kitchen island. “Come with me.” 

You reluctantly follow him and he offers his hand. You hesitate, not sure what his plan is. “I want to show you something.” Charismatic fucker. You take his hand - warm, big, inviting - and he leads you to a large wooden door. 

“Steve, I actually think I should go,” you say quickly, wishing it had come out more composed. You don't want him to know that you are slightly panicked.

“You’re free to leave at any time,” he assures you softly before bringing a hand up to push your hair behind your ear. “I just wanted to enjoy dinner with a beautiful woman. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, you didn’t,” you assure him, shocked by his words. He thought you were beautiful? Steve Kemp thought you were beautiful? “Lead the way," you offer unsteadily now.

He smiles and rubs his thumb against the back of your hand as he unlocks the oversized door. You walk down a curved stone staircase into a cool, dimly lit, and extremely clean basement with a hallway of doors. “This is my favorite part of the house,” he whispers, peering down the hall. 

“Why’s that?” You ask sweetly, still reeling from his earlier admission.

“It’s where I can be myself,” he answers matter-of-factly. His eyes meet yours and they crinkle at the corners as he smiles darkly. “I want to share it with you because you understand the lengths we go to to satiate ourselves. To satisfy our hunger. To indulge our tastes. To meet our needs. You know what’s necessary. Plus, I know you think about me, sweetheart,” he says the last part into your hair and a shiver runs down your spine. “Just like I think about you.” 

Your knees nearly buckle at his confession. “I do… think about you,” you admit.

“I know you do,” he whispers. “I want to take care of you. Let me show you something special I’ve been saving for you.”

“For me?” You ask incredulously, following him down the hall. He unlocks a door and slides it open slowly, blocking the view inside with his body.

“I need you to promise me that you won’t freak out,” he warns you calmly. 

“Uh, okay,” you agree hesitantly. Steve steps aside to reveal a small room with a floor bed, toilet, large mural of the beach, and… wait… a woman stands up slowly, eyes wide with fear. Her mouth is muzzled like a dog. She cowers into the corner. 

“This is Noa,” Steve informs you emotionlessly. “She’s been a bit… disobedient lately.” He walks over to her and reaches into his jeans, revealing a pocket knife. The blade gleams in the light. “Come here,” he instructs you calmly. 

“Noa, stay still,” he says gruffly, looking at her with an irritated expression. “This is my friend,” he says your name and introduces you to her. He slyly takes a syringe from his other pocket and injects it into Noa’s neck as she’s looking at you pleadingly. Her eyes flutter closed and her body slumps into Steve’s arms. “Good girl,” he whispers, lowering her onto the floor. “I’m eliminating her next week to fill an order and thought you’d like to taste the elixir of life from the source.” He says everything so calmly, like this whole evening is routine and not completely fucked.

He assesses your gaze, rubbing your arm gently in an attempt to calm you. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in. But it’s just business, just like how I supply what you need. People pay for this. I supply it to them. I just knocked her out for a bit. She’ll wake up in a few hours. Aren’t you curious? Just a taste.”

You lick your lips involuntarily at just the thought of sinking your teeth into her soft exposed neck. Your gums ache, even though you’d just had a drink upstairs. “Steve… I-I don’t know if I can. She’s a human being. You’re taking her life from her. This is kind of crazy. I mean, you’re a murderer.”

“It’s only crazy if you say so, just like anything else in this world. Look at me,” he says gently, cupping your chin in his hand and aligning your gazes. “Let me take care of you. I can provide you exactly what you need. Fresh. From the source. Whenever you want it. I just… I want you. We would make a delicious team.” Your eyes close at his offer and your dark instincts take over. Energy thrums through your body from your chest to the aching sweet spot between your legs. You open your eyes to see Steve smiling at you, knife raised to Noa’s neck. He makes a small slit and blood seeps through the gash. Your nostrils flare as your senses are filled with her scent - dark, heady, fucking exquisite. You don’t think before your mouth is on her neck and you’re drinking right from her. Your entire body feels like it’s floating. Nothing has ever tasted so perfect. 

“There you go,” you hear Steve say next to you. “It’s like nothing you’ve ever had before, isn’t it?” His eyes are lit from within watching you feed on Noa. “You look so perfect like this. You’re fucked up just like me, pretty girl.” 

You pull back and lick your lips, the hot, sticky liquid stubbornly dripping down your chin, and look at Steve. His eyelids are heavy with lust, pupils blown wide. He inches toward you, his eyes moving from yours to your blood-covered lips. His mouth parts slowly, and that’s all the invitation you need. You crash your mouth into his and he hisses, smiling into the kiss. You’re both on your knees, hands everywhere on each other, grasping at fabric, skin, and hair. You break apart from him suddenly and search his face, his mouth now covered in Noa’s blood.

“What’s wrong with you?” You ask suddenly, the heat between your legs growing hotter and more violent by the second.

“I could ask you the same question,” he breathes out, reaching for you. “This is getting you wet - all of this. The blood, the basement, fuck, you’re worse than me.”

You crack a smile, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “How’d you know?”

“Demented recognizes demented, darling,” he sighs, clutching you to his chest.

“Take me to bed, Steve,” you demand, leaning down slowly to nip at his neck. He lets out the smallest gasp and picks you up, wraps his arms around you, and carries you out of Noa’s room and upstairs to his. He lays you down on the bed and unbuttons his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest. You shudder at the sight of him. You’ve always thought he’s beautiful, but now you know for certain that he is. He climbs onto the bed and lies next to you, maneuvering your body so you’re straddling him. You lean down to kiss him and lick the leftover blood from his mouth. His eyes darken even more.

“Bite me,” he requests.

"I want to," you whine.

"So take a bite," he says again.

You shift in his lap excitedly before leaning down to kiss his neck, teasing him a bit. You feel your canines extend in pleasure and run your teeth over his flesh gently, getting him used to the feeling. Goosebumps prick up all over his body in response and you hum. His hands find your hips and press you into him so you can feel his growing arousal. You moan at the thought of him being turned on by you.

“Ride me while you feed on me,” he demands, running his hands up your back against your bare skin. Your resolve snaps again, and you remove your clothes quickly, tossing them around the room. He bucks his hips to remove his pants. You’re both naked and writhing with pain for the other. You slide onto him and indulge in the sensation of being filled to the hilt. Your hips start rocking on him as he pulls you down to his face and kisses you softly. “Feed,” he begs. 

You smile at him, flashing your pointed canines and watching his eyes gleam with a mixture of arousal and fear, like he’s met his match. You find the hollow of his neck and sink your teeth in. His blood is a masterpiece - full of punch, energy, youth, and vitality. You thought Noa tasted incredible, but she has nothing on Steve. He moans beneath you,  and you know you’re on the edge of losing it. 

“My frenzied baby,” he whimpers, holding your head in his hands as you break free from your feed. “So precious.” His gentle praise makes you come as you toss your head back, riding it out on him. 

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart,” he encourages, gripping your hips with certainty as he loses himself in you, moaning your name in satisfaction. You lie down beside him, tracing the two small puncture wounds in his neck and smiling. Finally, someone that wanted you for you - all of you.

“Stay the night,” he offers, pulling you close to him. “I’ll even let you take your pick for breakfast in the morning.”

You grin at the thought of drinking from the source again. “Sounds like Heaven.”

“Even though we’re going to Hell,” he whispers, nuzzling into you. 

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[clonetrooperjournals]

Hello!! I had an idea for a 501st x force sensitive reader (maybe a bad batch cameo pls?), where she can see force ghosts of passed clones and she wants to try and find a good way of telling Rex and the others boys that their brothers are ok and happy. Maybe she gets headaches because ghost fives is talking her ear off while she’s trying to listen to the briefing.

Hope you had a good weekend!! Love your work!xx

Summary : You have a secret... You can see dead people. What happens when Captain Rex finds out? Pairings : Captain Rex x Fem!reader (Mechanic reader) x Fives? Warnings : ansgt, talks of death, talks of ghosts, talks of fives death and the beginnings of order 66, fluffy, cute ending, Rex is adorably awkward Words : 3.8k A/N : Okay I am in LOVE with this request! I had so much fun with this and I went a little crazy but I really hope you love it! It's absolutely one of my favourite stories I've done so far! And the Yoda cameo? we love to see our favourite little green Jedi! All ghosts talk in italics masterlist here

Be quiet  

Be quiet  

Be quiet! 

Your head was pounding as you and your astromech R0-80 (or ROBO) were currently welding new paneling to a shuttle that is scheduled to leave in the morning. All around you whispers and cries that only you could hear were bouncing off your skull, giving you a wicked headache. Normally you could just ignore it and push through, you have your whole life but, on days like today when the talking is so loud you can’t think straight.  

Please! I know you can hear me!  

“Robo can you do the bottom of the shuttle while I weld the top?” 

He chirps happily and rolls off under the ship to continue welding. Slowly and shakily, you climb up to the roof of the shuttle and start welding again.  

I need to complete my mission! 

Just ignore it. Just ignore it. Just ignore it.  

You take a deep breath and continue your welds, slowly with slightly shaky hands but still straight. You finish your panel and move onto the next one, slowly crawling over to the next spot and it is only then that a voice yells out to you. 

Please listen to me!  

The shout makes you jump and lose your footing, and you go flailing backwards and fall off the top of the ship hitting the hangar floor with a hard thud! You lie there for a moment stunned, the voices quieter than normal, your vision slightly dizzy, when you hear heavy footsteps approach you.  

“You alright ma’am?”  

A gloved hand waves in front of your eyes making you jump. You look up to a blonde head and the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen. Once the dizziness settles for a moment you realize that Captain Rex is standing over you looking concerned. You can hear quiet chuckles in the distance whether those are from other soldiers or from the voices you're not sure.   

Your cheeks go bright red as you slowly sit up instantly regretting it as your head pounds behind your eyes, “I’m ok- Ouch!”  

“Don’t move I’ll call Kix to come look at ya.” he says already comming the medic before you can protest, “Kix, we need you in the hangar and bring your kit!” 

You look down closing your eyes to ease the aching of your head and to ignore the gaze of the beautiful captain above you, “Really captain I’m alright. No need to waste resources...” 

“There’s no such thing as wasted resources when someone's in need.” he says gently patting your shoulder with a small smile.  

You’ve watched Captain Rex and his men of the 501 since your first day. Like all the soldiers they gave a strong presence wherever they go and even though they are a bit radical like their general and commander you always admired them. They are really sweet and goofy and have even come over to talk to you sometimes while you were working asking you random questions, you think it was pre mission jitters that made them come over to you because there really isn’t any other reason to come talk to you but you appreciate it nonetheless.  

Looks like captain is flirting. Didn’t know he knew how. 

“He’s not flirting shut up!” you hiss. 

Rex looks down at you with red ears, “What was that?” 

You look up at him your cheeks burning bright, “Umm nothing!” 

Rapid footsteps approach the two of you and you both turn to see Kix, “I’m here captain! Where’s my patient?”  

“Our mechanic here took a fall from the top of the shuttle. I think she hit her head pretty good.” he explains while Kix opens his med kit and grabs a scanner. You sigh as he goes over your whole body, feeling the embarrassment of lying on the hangar floor being checked for injuries while groups of soldiers walk by and stare as they get prepped to leave on their next mission.  

Kix looks down at you with a smile, “Good news is there’s no concussion. Just a visible bump on the head for the time being. A bacta patch and you’ll be good to go.” 

“Thank you. I appreciate your help.” you say gently with a smile. 

Kix applies the patch to your head making you wince, “Just doing my job. Now you be more careful up there. Don't wanna bruise that pretty face of yours.” 

And now Kix is flirting... I shouldn’t be surprised all the boys are fawning over you. You are beautiful. Maybe I should shoot my shot too eh cyare?  

“Kriffin hell please stop talking!” you say exasperated only to realize you said that out loud and both clones look at you with sheepish, confused expressions. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean that I... wasn’t talking to you...” 

Rex and Kix both look at you confused, “Who were you talking too?” 

“U-Uh... myself.”  

Kix grabs his scanner from his bag again with a concerned look, “I’m gonna scan you again just to be safe...”  

What the three of you didn’t know is that Master Yoda had made an unexpected trip down from the temple to the hangar when he felt something odd in the force. He stood from a far watching you as various fallen clones try to get your attention. The only way they would be this persistent is if they knew you could hear them, or see them... 

As Kix stands over you with the scanner and Rex beside him you hear a faint tapping sound getting closer and the three of you turn to see Master Yoda coming toward you.  

“General!” 

“General!” 

Master Yoda nods at them as he stares directly at you with a curious smile, “come with me young one. Much to discuss we do!” 

... 

You remember the first time you seen a ghost, you were five years old. Your parents had been telling you a story about your grandma who had passed away many years ago, reminiscing on the time they had with her with fond smiles. You had never met her, but you had seen a holophoto of her taken a few days before her passing. As they told stories from the memories they had of her an old woman faded into view behind your mother. She had the same bright blue eyes that your mom had, and her hair was long and grey, braided in two braids just as your grandma always wore.  

She smiled at you with a brightly, and you tilted your head curious, “What’s your name?”  

Your parents looked at you startled wondering who you were talking to when they see you were talking to the empty wall behind your mother.  

My name is Mary-Ann.  

“Mary-Ann is a pretty name. My grandma has that name!” you say happily. Your parents look between you and the empty wall in horror not understanding what is happening in that moment. The old woman walks across the room slowly with her cane and stops in front of you.  

You my granddaughter have a gift. Something special that not a lot of people have. 

“I have a gift? You mean like superpowers?”  

She chuckles warmly. Yes, you have been given the sight to see those who became one with the force once more.  

“What’s the force?” you ask.  

It's what connects all living things and if you have a special power like yours, it can connect you to things that are no longer living as well.  

“So... I can see ghosts?” 

Yes, that right. Though many of us do not have the strength to appear before you. You will hear most of us without ever seeing us.  

“So, I can’t see the ghosts but... I can hear them?” 

As you grow, so will your gift. It will be hard, and you will suffer, but my dear the force chose you for a reason. Never forget that. Take care and may the force be with you... 

She fades away slowly, and it is just you and your parents again. You look at your parents and their shocked expressions as tears fall from your eyes, “can you tell me more stories about grandma?”  

After that encounter you started to hear people, whispers and quiet conversations of people who weren’t there. You very rarely seen a ghost, but you did on occasion. You came to learn that the more you knew about someone, if you had pictures or memories or stories that connected you to them in some way you had a higher chance of seeing them if they chose to appear before you.  

You thought it was really cool at first, you had a super power that nobody else had, not even the Jedi, but as time went on and you would constantly hear voices talking in your ear, or cries of those who suffered before they died it changed you. You constantly got headaches, you mumbled and whispered to yourself as a way to ease the voices to thinking you were talking to them. You had no friends because everyone labeled you the weird kid, the one parents told their kids not to play with because something wasn’t right with you. Your parents tried there hardest, they took you to doctors, specialists and shamans, but nothing helped and nothing worked.  

You continued to grow up isolated and alone with only the voices and ghosts of the past to comfort you over a gift you never asked for. You started to ignore the voices, ignore the ghosts and instead do everything in your power to drown out the noise. You took up mechanics, constantly tinkering and building, taking things apart and putting them back together. The loud noise of the tools, the memorizing of manuals, the comfort you felt in being able to fix something that's been broken like you wish someone could do for you, it became your life. You excelled in mechanics and when the war started you decided that you could use your skills for good and joined the GAR. It was also because the Jedi were the only people you haven't tried to talk to about your gift, and you figured if they couldn’t help you then nobody could.  

You sat on a mat in front of Master Yoda as you told him all this his eyes never leaving yours. Somewhere during your explanation, you started crying and you felt as crazy as you probably looked to the old Jedi. He smiled at you, “Yes. A gift you have... From the force indeed it is...” 

You sigh wiping the tears from your eyes, “but why me? I can’t do anything a Jedi can. I can’t lift things or jump high or fight with a saber. All I can do is hear people I don’t want to hear!”  

“A mystery this is... Research we must do... Louder the voices have become, yes?” he asks you.  

You nod, “Yes. I think... the fallen soldiers are talking to me.” 

“Yes... Sense them around you I do.” he says as he sits in front of you now grabbing your hands, “Know you can hear them, they do...”  

Master Yoda waves a hand around your head and your headache eases, the voices that were trying to get your attention now a whisper. “What did you do?” 

“Trick of the mind. To quiet the voices. Still there they are but... less.” he explains simply and gets up again, “tell no one of this you must. Call for you when I know more, I will.” 

You nod gratefully toward him, “Thank you, Master Yoda!”   

... 

The next day you sat in the mess hall at a table in the far corner away from everyone. Rex walks in with Jesse and sees you out of the corner of his eye and smiles slightly at you. You sat cross legged on your chair, your sandwich shoved in your mouth while you were tinkering with a bunch of small parts that looked like junk, but he could tell it wasn’t junk to you. Your hair was pulled up into a high tail that swung every time you turned your head, and your eyes kept scanning around you like you were looking for something. Rex grabs his lunch and against his better judgement walks over to your table.  

“Hey uh... Mind if I sit here?” he asks with a hesitant smile.  

Your heart flutters in your chest as you rip your sandwich out of your mouth, “S-Sure!”  

He sits down and looks over at your bandage, “How's your head?”  

“Hmm? Oh! It’s okay, I’m okay!” you say smiling, your cheeks burning. You look down at the parts you were tinkering with to avoid his gaze.  

“What are you working on?” he asks trying to carry on the conversation.  

You look up your gaze flickering between the parts in your hand and the warm brown eyes of the captain, “Umm... it will be a solar energy powered stun grenade...” 

He looks startled, “You're building a stun grenade in the mess hall... for fun?”  

“It’s solar powered. Which means it won’t go off and hurt anyone unless its charged with sunlight. And I... like to build things... keeps my hands and my mind busy.” you shrug as you continue to pull parts and jigsaw them into a sphere.  

Oh Cap’s got it bad! He’s getting embarrassed look at his ears!  

You casually glance up and see his ears turning red as he stirs his soup and you smile at him warmly, “You know Captain, this is the first time someone's sat with me at lunch.” 

“R-Really?” he asks stunned.  

You nod again, “Yeah, I’m... a little weird. Most people don’t enjoy my company...” 

“Well, I enjoy your company.” he states matter of fact making you both blush and look down.  

We all knew the captain was awkward but this is just painful...  

You sigh at the soldier's voice and put the final pieces of the grenade together completing it. You smile at your little contraption and when you look at Rex, he’s watching you with a gentle smile, “You’re not weird you know. I think your pretty interesting.” 

“Just wait. You keep hanging around me you’ll see...”  

He chuckles, “Can’t wait.”  

Captain you sly dog you!  

Jesse comes over to your table and puts his tray down beside Rex eyeing you and him with a grin, “Hope you don’t mind captain but the other tables full and I would rather sit at a table with a beautiful view.” 

Kriffin hell! The di’kut stole my line!  

You chuckle at him as Rex looks at him exasperated, “who taught you that line? It's terrible.” 

“Fives obviously. Who else?” he says with a sad smile that Rex returns.  

“Whose Fives?” you ask curiously already thinking you may have the name of the soldier whose been annoying you for the last two months.  

They both look to each other and nod, “He was one of the finest arc troopers in the army of the republic. He was also a terrible flirt.” 

“And he had the most ridiculous sense of humor!” Jesse laughs.  

Rex smiles warmly, “Yeah. He always stood up for us and all our brothers. Losing him hurt more than most...” 

“Sounds handsome.” you smirk and the two of them start laughing.  

Jesse slaps the table he’s laughing so hard, “We all have the same face ya know!”  

“Thanks for the reminder” you wink at Rex, and he blushes hard rubbing the back of his neck.  

Maker just ask her out already! It's embarrassing captain. Man up!  

You try not to laugh at the nagging fallen soldier, “Why did he choose the name Fives?”  

“His number is CT-5555. He even got a five tattooed on the side of his head,” Rex explains thoughtfully as you take a sip of water. It is then that a soldier starts to appear beside Rex, his hand on his shoulder. You lock eyes and you choke spitting your water across the table at Jesse and Rex.  

“Oh maker! I-I'm so sorry I- hold on!” you stammer completely flustered as you grab a napkin and lean across the table to wipe Rex’s face.  

You can see me! You see me! I know you did! 

“It’s alright. I can get it y/n you don’t have to...” he says flustered as Jesse chuckles wiping his own face beside him.  

You hand Jesse another napkin, “I am so sorry I promise I didn’t mean to do that I just... kriffin hell! I gotta go!”  

You jump up grabbing your stuff and shoving it into your bag as you run off flustered and embarrassed beyond belief, leaving the two soldiers wet and confused. Rex looks beside him to the empty space wondering what you saw that spooked you so bad.  

... 

You sat on top of Master Yoda’s starfighter giving it routine maintenance to keep your mind busy. You heart hadn’t stopped racing since you left Captain Rex and Jesse in the mess, you really are ridiculous. Why do you even try to make friends? Honestly as if Rex would see you as anything other than a mechanic with a tendency to do the stupidest things. This is why you're better off alone, so you don’t get your hopes up.  

Don’t throw a pity party it was a mistake. Honestly it was my fault. 

“Of course it was your fault! You’ve been yapping in my ears for the last two months! What do you want?”  

Fives sits on the hood of the starfighter looking down. Honestly, I’m not sure. I just... can’t rest until I know my brothers are safe.  

You drop your tools in your toolbox, “Fives were literally in the middle of a war! Nobody can promise their safety!”  

I know Rex put in a report on what happened when I... died. I know he’s searching for answers. Please tell him to be careful, it’s not his time to join me yet. He needs to finish what I started, for all of us but he has to be careful. 

You sigh rubbing your aching head, “That’s an awful lot of responsibility to put on one man.” 

Yes, but he can do it. He’s Captain of the 501, if he can put up with us and General Skywalker he sure as hell can do just about anything... 

You hop out of the star fighter and sit on the hood beside Fives. You were right he was handsome. His hair was cut short showing his fives tattoo on the side of his head and a cute triangle goatee on his chin, and this lazy smirk that you could tell got him in all kinds of trouble.  

“Is there something else?” you ask quietly.  

He looks at you startled for a moment and then smiles knowingly. Yes. I want him to be happy. We all have had our fair share of loss but Cap he... has had to deal with so much. He needs a light at the end of the tunnel ya know?  

You nod not really understanding where he was going with this.  

He's had a crush on you for a long time and I-  

You gasp, “He what!? Fives that’s not true...” 

I’m not lying. It's pathetic really. He watches you when he thinks no one is looking. He even drunkenly admitted at 79’s one time that he wanted to ask you out but he’s just too busy to commit to anything and he wants to do right by you if he’s gonna ask you.  

Your cheeks heat up, “Th-There’s no way. We barely talk. I literally spit water at him today like a lunatic! And that’s not including I'm literally sitting here talking to you beyond the grave right now! I am a mess, he doesn’t want me!” 

He smiles at you warmly, y/n... you might just be what each other needs and you both don’t know it... 

You sigh, “You said it yourself. Rex has been through so much. The last thing he needs is another person with issues to come into his life and cause more chaos for him to clean up. No matter how much I like him... I will not put him through more grief...” 

“You like me?”  

You jump as you look down and see Rex standing in front of the ship with bright red cheeks and wide eyes, you turn to Fives and he’s laughing, “You did this on purpose didn’t you? You knew he was there?” Fives just shrugs his shoulders and continues to chuckle. “If you weren’t already dead I would strangle you right now!” 

You slide off the ship and stand in front of Rex your cheeks on fire, “How much of that did you hear?”  

“I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been here for a while and I think we need to take you back to Kix because-”  

“Rex... I have a secret. A gift that I’ve had since I was a kid, it’s... I can hear and sometimes see people who have... died.” you whisper while not looking at him. You can’t bear to see his expression.  

“You...? Can see ghosts?” he asks confused.  

“Y-Yes I can. And it’s alright if you don’t believe me, it's a lot to process which is why I don't tell people, and I shouldn’t even be telling you right now, but I just want you to know that I’m not crazy! I- well honestly, I might be crazy-” 

“y/n” 

“And I really don’t want to cause you any more trouble than I already have I-” 

“y/n” 

“Even if you don’t believe me, I just want to continue being frie-” 

He grabs your waist and kisses you, hard. You freeze, all around you, you can hear cheers from thousands of soldiers only you can hear making your ears ring and your head pound, but you could care less in that moment. Fives stands off on the side hollering with a huge smile. 

Atta boy Cap!  

He pulls away and strokes your cheek, “I believe you y/n. And like I told you earlier today, I think you’re really interesting. I didn’t realize how interesting you were going to be but... I still wanna ask you out if that’s okay with you?”  

“Really? After knowing what you know about me?” you ask stunned.  

He nods, “The Jedi can do impossible things so who's to say there aren’t other people in our galaxy that can do them too?” he leans forward his head touching yours, “so can I ask you on a date then?” 

You smile and you feel his breath on your lips, “I would love to go out with you Rex.” 

Finally! I’m dead and even I didn’t know if he was gonna go through with it!  

You can’t help but laugh, “Shut up Fives!”  

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!!SPOILER WARNING!! Sooooo, uhh, CSM chapter 195 has come out, and we have met Death! And she’s just a softie schoolgirl! Honestly I like her design. Scruffy tangled hair, pure white hair, (headcannon) green horseman-eyes! Not to mention she seems adorable! I don’t have chapter 196 yet, so I’m unsure if more of her has been revealed, or if her name has even been revealed, but I was wondering if you would make prediction headcannons of Death x Male Reader. How do you think she’d be in a relationship with us?

Real fami relationship headcanons

A/n:Doing this request after the reveal is really funny to me. It's like looking in the past but i guess that's one of the pros about doing requests like two months after they're asked also I hope you don't mind I just took your headcanon and made it mine as well

You're incredibly important to fami, she tells you that a lot, but sometimes you don't realize just how important you are to her

Not only are you one of the very few people who actually treat her nicely, with decency and respect and most importantly with love but you also just completely changed her and her life for the better. You took her when she didn't know what to do with her existence and gave her a new goal purpose: to love you and spend the rest of her life with you

This girl is so insanely anxious about everything and especially your relationship. If you thought kobeni and asa were bad, you've seen nothing yet. You could forget to send her a good night text once, and she'll be calling you so many times during the night until you answer crying her eyes out and begging you not to break up and apologizing for whatever she did wrong

She genuinely believes she is so out of your league and that you'll break up with her the moment she does something you don't like, so she's willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy (usually failing miserably) when you told her everything you needed to be happy was just her love she genuinely cried..........more than usual

She constantly asks her sisters for dating advice, death especially (they made up after the whole identity theft attempted murder thing) which often doesn't result in anything cause she also has no idea how the whole dating thing works (she's basically winging her own relationship with little to no knowledge on human stuff)

Fami is incredibly clingy and cannot go like a day without physical affection. If you don't hug her or kiss her for a while, she'll start visibly shaking and overthinking about the hundreds of reasons why you could be upset with her, a simple kiss cheek will calm her down though.....mostly (also just to clarify she's not like angel devil she can turn her powers on and off so handholding and touching is completely safe....which she's very thankful for cause she genuinely couldn't handle if she hurt you)

She's actually very protective of you, it seems like her idea about saving you and humanity slowly transformed into a need to actually save you and protect you from devils, even If she doesn't look like it she is really strong and a horseman so she can easily take care of devils who hurt you and the idea of protecting you means a lot to her

Please praise her she needs someone to tell her she's doing a good job so bad. This girl is literally the dictionary definition of girlfailure and fails at almost everything she does so it would mean the world to her if her boyfriend helped her and told her she was doing great (also give her headpats her hair is really fluffy)

Now that she met you fami doesn't think she could live without you, you helped her understand that her idea of salvation was wrong and to teach her love, which quickly became her favorite emotion to feel. Fami loves you so much and being your girlfriend is the most fulfilling role she could have, she just wants to spend eternity with her loving boyfriend now.