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    Dick has always been the responsible one—the one who holds the line, keeps his cool, and plays by the rules. But after a long night of venting to Jason Todd about how he envies Red Hood's freedom to unleash hell, Dick comes home to find a custom-made Red Hood suit waiting for him. The note? Classic Jason: "Go nuts, Dickhead."

    He knows it’s a bad idea. He knows he shouldn’t.

    But Jason’s out of town. The city’s still a mess. And maybe—just this once—it’s time he stopped playing nice.

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    14 May 2026

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    Jason gives Dick a Red Hood suit so Dick can let loose and not be the perfect one for once.

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    "Alternatively... we could make a deal. Give me ten years."
    "Ten?"
    "Ten."
    "... That's a long time."
    "It sure fucking is."

    OR: Red Hood finds Red Robin balancing on the edge of a rooftop. They make a deal.

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    03 May 2026

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    Suicidal Tim makes a deal with Jason to wait 10 years and allow Jason to convince him that life is worth living.

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    "MacTavish! Care to share with the rest of the class?" Murphy's voice boomed across the room, freezing Soap in place. Within a second, all eyes in the room focused on him, leaving shame to burn through his entire body.

    "Just—tryin' to keep it light," Soap managed a weak laugh at his words, though it ended in a wince as he realized how thick his accent became. His smile faltered as his brain scrambled to find a better reply, or a way out without making a fool of himself, or something

    "Shut up, Soap." Murphy's growl cut through the air like a whip, low and sharp as he bared his alpha fangs. "We're about to go on a mission, now's not the time for your bloody stand-up routine. Keep it professional for once."

    — $ —

    or: an omegaverse spin on the ‘shut up, soap’ trope, where soap has a very, very bad time.

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    Poly141 Week Day 6 — Miscommunication

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    06 Apr 2026

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    Omegaverse spin on the ‘shut up, soap’ trope

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    “Want to come with me?” Ghost asks as soon as they return their gear and are about to go to the barracks to call it a night.
    Soap looks at him, but it feels more like he’s looking through him. The brilliant blue of his eyes is now closer to dull grey. Then he shakes his head wordlessly. At this point, all Ghost’s alarms go off. He cannot let Soap go like this, yet he cannot order him, either. “Johnny?”
    “I’m fine, Ghost, don’t worry,” Soap waves his hand and, without any further word, heads to the barracks. The only thing Ghost hears is, of course, the exact opposite of what was being said.

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    06 Apr 2026

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    Soap is worked up and Ghost helps him destress.

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    “If you let yourself have what you want… what would you do to me?”

    Ghost’s eyes lock back onto Soap in an instant. There's a flicker in his expression—hesitation, restraint—but it’s gone in an instant, swallowed by a raw, all-consuming need.

    “I wish I could live inside you,” Ghost murmurs, voice hoarse, wrecked. “I wish I could tear you apart, rip you open and look at what’s inside—fuck, your blood…” His breath shudders as his gaze drops to Soap’s arm, as if he’s trying to physically restrain himself from lunging.

    Soap’s stomach twists itself into knots.

    “I love every inch of you,” Ghost continues, his voice dipping lower, raspier, like the words are being dragged out of him. “You’re so vulnerable, so fragile. I fantasise about all the ways I could kill you. I want to fuck you while I chew on your veins, while I suck at your blood like I’m starving—want to bite you all over, scar your skin forever.”

    ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

    Or, Simon Riley is a vampire and gains an obsession with John MacTavish. Perverted desires and pitiful impulse control lead to difficult and blissfully violent circumstances, with a side of mental terror and horrible coping mechanisms.

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    03 May 2025

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    Chapter 7 for Gaz finding a dissociated Soap just sitting in the snow after a night with Ghost.