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deadsetobsessions · 8 days

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“I can’t believe you’re squatting in an occupied house, Danny. That’s… actually isn’t that also breaking and entering? That’s a crime, isn’t it?”

“One, at least I don’t have to pay rent and/or utilities. Two, Tim let me stay. And three, I’m a vigilante. Breaking and entering is like the basics of being one. Also, they’re paying me now. This is a legit job now!”

Jazz sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Whatever, dumbass. Where is Tim, anyways?”

“He’s in bed.”

“Really?” Jazz raised an eyebrow and rested a hand on her hip. “Then what’s that?”

Danny whirled around, making eye contact with a frozen Tim.

“Ahah-”

Danny groaned, cutting Tim’s awkward laughter and no-doubt bullshit excuse.

“Kid, Tim, we talked about this.”

“It’s for the aesthetics!” Tim protested, the argument well worn, but obligingly stepping away from the window sill.

Danny shot Jazz a disgruntled look when she muttered, “Well, doesn’t that sound familiar.”

“It’s a school night, Tim.” Danny crossed the room, ushering Tim away from the door. The halfa could probably put down professional babysitter on his resume. If he could handle Tim “climb out of windows” Drake and Tim “sleeps in hard to reach places” Drake in the same day, he could handle anything.

Tim puffed up, like a disgruntled kitten. “Robin gets to go out on a school night! And he’s my age! Kinda! And at least I’m not fighting criminals!”

Again, this is an argument they’ve had multiple times.

“Not for a lack of trying,” Danny muttered, rolling his eyes when Jazz snickered. He made the mistake of looking down at Tim’s convincing little sad kitten act and sighed. “Alright, alright. We get two hours of batwatching, then you go to sleep.”

“Deal!” Tim cheered. Jazz grinned, mouthing ‘weak’ at Danny, who promptly made like his high school self and ignored her.

“Go get your jacket. And some thicker socks, you’re gonna freezing out there.”

“Okay!!”

When Tim was out of earshot, excitedly thundering down the lavish hallway, Jazz tilted her head back and laughed.

“Oh, shut up.”

“How the tables have tabled, huh, Danny?” Jazz snickered.

“You think you got jokes,” Danny pointed at her with a new mug of coffee. “Laugh it up, but don’t forget that you’re his older sister now too.”

Jazz paled. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Now you gotta deal with two of us!”

“Two of who?” Tim returned, bundled up in a fancy puffy jacket. Jazz cooed at him, kneeling down to zip his jacket up. Danny, echoing her, magically grabbed a scarf and wrapped around Tim.

“Us, her little brothers. Unfortunately, you’re now our little brother and that means Jazz is gonna mother you like you’re a baby duck.”

Danny ducked the half hearted smack Jazz sent his way, grinning at Tim. The kid had a self conscious smile on his face, bashful at the unprecedented (for him) attention and affection. Danny’s smile tightened when Tim looked at Jazz for confirmation (which she gave). If it weren’t for the fact that Tim loved his parents, Danny would have spirited (hah!) the kid away. He’s like a textbook case of neglect. It’s why he keeps trying to sneak out in ways that’ll easily get him caught. He’s trying to test if Danny would get mad and leave-

“Oh my god. I’m turning into you, Jazz.” Danny said, horrified.

“What?” Jazz narrowed her eyes once the statement sunk in. “What’s wrong with being more like me? I can actually process my emotions in a timely manner, thanks.”

Danny, stuck in the horror of understanding someone’s motivations and processing some of his own trauma, shuddered.

Danny picked up Tim and swung him onto his shoulders. “C’mon, Timmy. Let’s get out of here before Jazz gives us germs.”

“Oh, that’s real rich coming from the greasiest vigilante this side of the river.”

“Not true! Green Arrow’s greasier!”

“Eh, he doesn’t count. He’s in Oregon or something, right?”

“Who cares? I wanna see Robin!” Tim wriggled, placing his heavy ass camera on Danny’s head. “He’s a new Robin! The first one moved to Blüdhaven!”

“To be a cop, right?” Danny asked.

“Yeah. It’s… not great. And kinda ironic.”

“ACAB.”

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Batman snuck closer to the glowing green figure that was glancing around the rooftops. He’s glad he sent Robin home hours ago, because variables in Gotham tended to be dangerous.

He dropped to a crouch behind the figure, who turned around as soon as he did, looking unsurprised. The being had enhanced hearing then, if not enhanced everything else.

“There you are!” The being scowled at him, but Bruce couldn’t detect any actual hostility. Only weariness. “I’ve been looking for you for ages.”

Nevertheless, he hadn’t survived this long by being careless.

“What is your business in Gotham?” He deepened his voice, adding enough gravel to sound mildly threatening.

The being shook their head, white hair unnaturally waving in the air. Like it was under water.

“I live here. I have a bone to pick with you.” Batman loosened his stance, readying to move.

“Can you keep Robin in on school nights?! If you can’t, can’t you make him go home sooner? My kid brother keeps trying to sneak out of the house to imitate Robin and it’s killing me! Do you know how many times I’ve had to stop him from climbing out of the window? We live on the third floor, man!”

A frazzled older brother. Batman-Bruce grimaced. He couldn’t stop Jason anymore than this being could. Also, “You live here?”

The being scowled, looking defensive. “Why, I can’t? Are you being discriminatory? Because I refuse to take shit from a grown man in a bat-sona.”

“…A bat-what?”

The being sighed. “Nevermind. Yes. I live here. My name is Phantom.”

“Don’t cause any trouble.” Batman warned before hesitating. The being was young, that was clear. He kind of reminded Bruce of Dick, and it made Batman’s tone soften. “And I will try. Robin is resolute.”

Phantom dropped his glowing face into his hands, a move Bruce often wanted to mirror.

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

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Sorry guys I really like tired babysitter brother Danny and unnecessarily jumping out of windows Tim. This is before Tim decided to be a vigilante. This is after Dick moves out.

#batman #danny phantom #dcxdp #tim drake #bruce wayne #dc x dp #green arrow slander #for Roy!#but also Tim green arrow copied Batman just a lil #his respect for Ollie went down after Ollie’s less successful playboy billionaire act

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bindeds · 3 months

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𓍼 ． ݁ ⊹ (+18.) VOX is overworked and needs relief … sorry guys this idea has been bugging me for a while and i’m going to turn it into a full fic soon but i wanna get to my requests before doing that so, have this imagine for now <3 (lmk if you want a top!vox version of this <3)

mlist. request something <3

“O-Oh, fuck babe, I—” Vox was biting his lip before he could even finish his sentence. “This is … fuck—such a bad idea.”

As Vox’s best friend you were the only person who knew about his monthly ritual of getting laid by going to a bar or a club. he didn’t really like hiring prostitutes and preferred to utilize his strengths—but that didn’t do him much good in the last month or so. And all he’d done since then was bitch and whine.

So naturally, you stepped up.

His cock disappeared into you as quickly as it had left you when you bounced on it, his chair creaking in time with your motions. your hands draped loose on his shoulders, eyes drunk on the sight of Vox trying not to groan at just how tight your pussy was around his cock.

“Yeah?” You moaned lewdly. Vox seemed to be snapped out of his trance at the sound you made. His hands moved from squeezing your thighs to grabbing your waist instead. “Want me to stop?”

Funny thing about the whole situation was that he usually topped. At least, that’s what he told you whenever he talked about the tales of his trysts. But now …

“Fuck! Fuck no, you’re so fucking good please don’t stop,” he pleaded, his words blending together as he slurred. “O-Oh, god, you make me feel too good, shit …”

“Are we still … just friends, Vox?” You held your breath every time a moan threatened to surface. You couldn’t risk yourself like that again.

You don’t know what possessed you to ask it.

“Oh, sweetie,” Vox cooed, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You’re riding me like you’re my lover.”

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months

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Hiiiii, I have a request for the newly arrived Indigo Disk-

A really happy ending for Kiki where after the whole DLC, he then starts to make amends with the BB Elite 4, his sister and protag which eventually gains him Ogerpon's recognition, prompting her to wanna go with him as an extra treat after all his angst (quq)

Yessss we gotta give him the happy end he deserves <3

.........

Setting up a small picnic within the Terarium, you brought your current Pokémon team out to play, deciding to take in the beautiful coastal biome and its warmth.

Even though you knew it was all artificial, it didn't make much of a difference to your companions. They happily frolicked in the sand and grass, although some opted to take a nap under the sun after a hard day of battling.

Meanwhile, you were fixing up a sandwich for everyone to share, deciding to add a little bit of spice to it (at Crispin's suggestion, of course). You didn't want it to be too flaming-hot for your Pokémon--or at least none that were fire types who could handle the heat.

However one in particular just seemed to be hungry for anything, as upon hearing a crystalline trill, you looked down to see Terapagos at your feet. It was gently pawing on your leg, eyes sparkling as it wondered what you were cooking up.

"Hey, little guy." You cooed, reaching down to pat its head before you scooped it up, allowing it to climb into your lap. "Smells tasty, huh? I bet you're super hungry after sleeping all those years."

It only responded with another happy trill, and you just sighed.

Who would've known this would be the legendary "Hidden Treasure" of Area Zero Heath and [Turo/Sada] sought after, the creator of the Terastal Phenomenon...

And the Pokémon that put up one hell of a fight against you, Carmine, and Kieran?

Speaking of whom...

It's been roughly a month since those events down in the Underdepths, and for the most part things have been looking up for both you and him. You were just happy to see that spark return to his eyes...

The spark he had once lost...mainly because of you.

Part of you would always remain guilty over unknowingly setting him down such a dark path--obsessing over defeating you in battle to the point where he didn't care who got hurt in the process.

He didn't wanna be that weak little kid you kept beating back in Kitakami anymore, always bragging about how much he's changed and demanding you to never hold back.

But after being humbled in front of the entire school, he was willing to do anything to have at least one victory against you.

Even if it meant utilizing a dangerous legendary Pokémon he had little understanding of....

He tried to control it, and as punishment it attacked him directly.

Arceus only knows what could've happened if your 'raidon didn't absorb the blast in time, and that selfless act made him feel all the more guilty for the way he acted towards you.

He idolized you, hated you, and yet.....you saved his life when you could have just saved yourself, his sister, and Briar instead.

He cried like a baby the whole way home, overwhelmed by everything that's happened from last year up to now, yet you comforted him and didn't tease him once.

After returning to Unova, he made a promise to fix things between you and everyone else he hurt, finally letting go of his envy and deciding to start fresh with you. His request to be your friend again had you laughing, much to his confusion..and a little worried you were making fun of him.

Then he almost sobbed after you explained that you've never considered him an enemy at all.

Despite everything, you never stopped seeing him as a friend.

Sometime later you went home to Paldea, although not without exchanging rotomphone information with him so you could have more chats.

Yep. Kieran finally got his own phone, but being from the countryside made him only somewhat familiar with the basics. You and Carmine helped him with that, of course. He loved the camera function and would often send you photos of his Hydrapple doing something cute.

They're mostly blurry, but he's getting the hang of it.

You eventually went back to the BB Academy to further your studies of the biomes, and winded up taking a small picnic break within the Terarium. No rules said you couldn't, and Drayton did insist that you didn't overwork yourself...

Which is funny coming from the guy who had to repeat classes, although you took his advice.

"Roto-to-to-to~"

Your eyes lit up as you received an incoming call from Kieran, and you greeted him with a smile, waving. "Kiki! How's it going?"

"Hey, [y/n]." He smiled back, and then he blinked upon realizing how familiar the background behind you was. "Wait..you're back in Unova? In the Terarium?"

"Uh..yeah! I was gonna surprise you, but I guess it's too late for that now." You awkwardly chuckled. "How are things going with the League?"

"Better than..I thought, actually." He sat back in his chair, tying his hair up. "Drayton and I are finally on speaking terms again."

"Oh that's great!"

"Mhm. We both felt kinda bad about how we treated each other with the whole "ex-champion" thing...said some stuff we didn't mean. Last week we were avoiding each other, and now we're having casual Pokémon battles to ease the tension between us."

"I'm glad to hear that." You nodded, taking a bite out of your sandwich.

"I..really do owe you one for bringing the club back together. I've been so bitter and didn't realize how much it was hurting Lacey and the others...not to mention how many people I wrongfully kicked out. I promise I'm gonna get all of them back into the club. I swear."

"I fully believe you. Just don't run yourself dry trying to patch up everything with everyone, okay?"

Kieran nodded in understanding, although he suddenly went quiet. You wondered why until you realized he could see Terapagos, who was currently climbing onto the table trying to get some lettuce.

"Heyyyy that's not for you, you little scamp." Teasingly, you scooped it up again, keeping a gentle grip on its belly and shell before you looked back at your friend, bashful. "Don't mind Terapagos. It's always hungry."

"I see." He chuckled. "You've been taking care of it well?"

"Yep, but have you been taking care of yourself, too?"

"...yeah." He muttered. "Carmine's been getting on my case about properly eating and sleeping again. Don't tell her this, but I appreciate it more than she realizes. And..I'll admit I was turning into a jerk like she used to be, and that's not something I want..."

"Well sounds like you're doing much better now..don't beat yourself up over it." You reassured him.

His shoulders relaxed. "I'm..trying not to....so [y/n], do you think we could meet up in person? Like at your dorm? I...feel like we haven't talked face-to-face in a while."

"Sure! I got nothing planned later so....see you in a few hours?"

"Sounds good." He smiled. "See ya."

The call ended as your rotomphone dropped back onto the table. You picked it up and stared at the case, feeling giddy about seeing him again after so long.

And to think when you first arrived here..you felt nothing but tension whenever he was in the same room as you, feeling the negative vibes rolling off of him like an aura of Bitter Malice.

You were glad those days were gone and he was your friend again.

"Pon?"

"Huh? Ogerpon..? You were here the whole time??" Surprised, you glanced over to see the grass legendary sitting on the ground beside you, being sure to stay clear of the camera view. She lowered her mask and looked at you with a knowing smile.

Considering the way Kieran freaked out when you brought her into the championship battle (not to mention him doing everything in his power to knock her out)...you would've thought she'd never wanna see or hear from him again--especially since her "betrayal" was still a fresh wound.

Yet apparently she was listening to your entire conversation with him, and had this understanding look to her starry eyes.

"Pon, ponnn?"

"Huh?" You blinked. "You wanna..see him, too? Are you sure?"

She hopped to her feet, nodding eagerly before pointing in the direction of the academy.

"Okay. Maybe..it'll be a good thing." A smile appeared on your face, although in the back of your mind you hoped that seeing her again won't scare Kieran too much.

...........

"Okay, so the Golurk congregate here....and they're usually guarding the Goletts.."

Back in your dorm room, you were just jotting down notes about recent Pokémon outbreak sightings. Ogerpon was sitting on your countertop, swinging her legs while munching on a bowl of her favorite berries you've found for her throughout Kitakami.

Right as she finished the last one, there was a knock at the door, and you both immediately knew who it was. She was a little nervous, but you reassured her that things will be okay before you went to answer it.

Sure enough Kieran was on the other side. He's never been to your dorm until now, and as he walked in was surprised and intrigued by all the stuff you had hung up on the wall.

"Excuse the mess." You chuckled, closing the door.

"Don't worry, my dorm's worse." He shyly smiled back at you, although his expression faltered as his gaze went to a certain legendary..

He immediately tensed up, not out of anger.....but like he was expecting her to use Ivy Cudgel at any given moment. "What's the Ogre doing here--wait, no..that sounded rude. I'm sorry."

"No, no. It's fine. There's actually something we've been meaning to talk to you about."

"..oh?" Turning back to you, he tilted his head.

"So Ogerpon overheard our little chat earlier, and she wanted to see you."

"She did?"

"Yeah," you nodded, feeling your heart start to race with anticipation. "And..um...maybe it's easier if she explains."

Kieran was confused as you gestured to Ogerpon, but his eyes went wide when she approached him. With no mask on, she wore a confident expression as she handed him...

A pokeball?

No..

It was the pokeball you caught her in.

"What is this? Some new trick you taught her?" Looking to you for an explanation, all he could see was your smile. "Why isn't she...afraid of me?"

"Because she knew you were trying to make amends with everybody." You patted her head, beaming. "I think she finally recognizes you as a strong Pokémon trainer, and...she wants to be yours."

".....huh?"

"She wants to be yours." You repeated, watching as he tried to process this information. And his jaw damn near dropped to the floor, but he closed his mouth and shook his head.

"Y-You're joking, right?"

"Nope. We both decided that she's ready for a new partner. Someone who's believed in her side of the story since-"

"No, no, no..I..I-I can't do that.." He shook his head frantically, backing away from Ogerpon. "I'm sorry. But she's yours, [y/n]. She chose to go with you. You passed her test and...I didn't. I was being stupid and selfish and-"

"I think I was being more selfish."

Looking up at you, he blinked a few times.

"Listen, I know everyone likes to say such great things about me...but I'm not some perfect angel." You frowned slightly. "I lied to you, I stole the Pokémon you've idolized for years...and I hurt someone who considered me a friend. You called me out on that and you had every right to."

"........"

"If anybody here needs to apologize..it's me." Bowing your head, you sighed softly. "So I'm truly sorry for the way I treated you, Kieran. I'm sorry for never considering your feelings before. I wasn't a good friend, and I wanna be a better one. So I'm gonna make this right...both of us will."

You looked back up at him, seeing the shock written all over his face. Then you glanced at Ogerpon, taking the pokeball and instructing her to get her masks off the wall. She nodded and did just that.

"You deserve to know what her power is like. The masks, the TMs I taught her...you can have them all. No trades. No strings attached..except for us staying friends, of course."

Finally, Kieran found his ability to speak again, but he was already getting choked up. "[Y/n], the apology is...th-that's more than enough for me." His eyes watered. "I forgive you. There's no way I can take her from-"

"You're not taking her away. I'm giving her to you, silly." You chuckled.

"....I..I still don't know if I can accept that. I'm not worthy of her even looking my way anymore. I was disrespectful to her wishes, I stole her mask..a-and you're saying...she forgives me?"

"I think she's gonna let bygones be bygones. Isn't that right, 'pon?"

"Ponio! Pon!" With her masks together, Ogerpon gazed at you, nodding confidently. You could only smile back as you patted her head again, seeing that she was ready for a new adventure.

You've trained her well, helping her grow stronger than ever before as you've mastered her abilities with all four masks.

But now it's time that someone else had the chance to bond with her...

Someone like Kieran.

After sending her into the pokeball for the last time, you gazed at the purple-haired boy. His whole body refused to move, so you approached him and took his gloved hand, placing the device snuggly into his palm.

For the longest time, he stared at it, and then he looked back at you. "A-Are you sure I can't just...keep her for a day and then give her back?" He began to sniffle, face growing bright red. "Because if...wh-what if she doesn't-?"

"I want you to have her permanently." Knowing what was coming, you brought him into a tight hug, feeling him wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder. "Don't worry. She's gonna love you, Kiki." You rubbed his back. "She trusts you now. She's all yours."

All he could do was nod, your shirt getting soaked by his tears as he hiccupped, thanking you over and over again. He wasn't bawling loudly like before, but he still had a tough time keeping himself together; so you led him to your bed where he was more comfortable.

You're 99% certain this poor guy's never received a hug in his life, given how he refused to let you go. So you allowed him to hold onto you for as long as he needed or wanted.

At last you got out all of the things you've been meaning to say to him...and even Ogerpon got to apologize in her own special way by wanting to be his partner Pokémon.

You thought this would have been too much for Kieran to handle, but you could see he's grown a lot and that he was ready to accept this huge responsibility.

Terapagos will remain with you, and Ogerpon will be his forever.

After everything that's happened, it's what he deserves.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon kieran #pokemon kieran x reader #kieran x reader #ogerpon #terapagos #indigo disk spoilers #indigo disk x reader #platonic

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pennylanefics · 13 days

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Morning Light - Quinn Hughes

a/n: once again, not entirely happy with this, but i've been struggling lately so it's no surprise. but i hope you enjoy anyways :)

summary: you and quinn just moved into a house together and you are getting used to the new changes

word count: ~1k

Sunlight filters in through the new, rather thin curtains covering the large window in your bedroom. You could hear birds chirping and flittering around in the trees, landing on the feeder you put up on the outside of the window to entertain your cat.

As your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the bright, natural morning light, you take a moment to look at the man sleeping beside you. Or, well, the man awake beside you.

Quinn stares up at the ceiling in thought, his eyes still full of sleep, but deep in his own mind, his arm remaining underneath your head, his fingers toying with the ends of your messy hair. His eyelashes flutter against his cheek as he blinks, not noticing that you are awake just yet.

You take a moment to admire his features, his pink cheeks appearing slightly flushed so early in the morning, soaked in the sunlight that he chooses to ignore. The way his green eyes are glimmering in the light as well, seeming unbothered by the fact that he was practically being blinded. His teeth were chewing on his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his.

The two of you had just moved into your first home together, a nice rental in Vancouver, just outside of the city, a beautiful view of the mountains in your backyard, a peaceful setting that the both of you very much needed.

It was very a stressful time, having to move things out of your apartment and then into the new home, which thankfully wasn’t too much since you were getting new furniture delivered that would better suit the larger space. But boxes of personal items, such as trinkets, clothes, decorations, and other utilities all remained to transport.

His parents were a huge help, as well as Jack and Luke, offering their abilities to help clean the place and do some work in the backyard. It had gotten to the point now where things were starting to settle in, but there was still a lot to be done.

Last night was the first night you slept in a real bed rather than just a mattress on the ground, and it couldn’t have felt nicer to be curled up under the new comforter, falling asleep to the gentle wind blowing in through the open window.

You get lost in your own thoughts gazing at Quinn that you barely even register that he turned his head to look at you, until he’s kissing the tip of your nose gently. Giggling softly, you hide your face in his shoulder, breathing his scent in.

“Morning,” he mumbles, his voice rough with exhaustion. He continues to play with your hair, beginning to kiss along all along your forehead.

“Morning,” you whisper back, raising your head back up to ask for a kiss from him. He gladly plants one on your lips, sighing softly into it.

“I think our couches are going to be delivered today, sometime between one and three. We can go out and get some lunch and then come back.”

“That sounds good. What time is it now?” Quinn grabs his phone on the bedside table, clicking it on.

“Almost nine.”

“Wanna make some breakfast?” You wonder, reaching up to play with his messy hair that had gotten so long. He was wanting to grow it out a bit, and you were loving it so much, his curls were appearing often and you loved being able to run your fingers through it when he rests his head in your lap.

A few more minutes of laying in each other’s arms, you eventually get up and head to the kitchen to get a start on breakfast. Quinn wanted pancakes and you wanted toast and eggs, so you made it all, as it was a day to celebrate, with your home almost being finished.

You started your favorite shared playlist on the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen and got to preparing everything, pausing here and there while the pancakes cooked on one side to dance with Quinn, your laughs filling the house, one moment of many to come in the years spent here together.

After breakfast, you get some small stuff done around the house, putting away extra clothes, decorating the bathrooms, and organizing the closet in your room.

By the time lunch rolls around, you get dressed in some casual clothes, the weather feeling lovely today, and head to your favorite restaurant in town, quickly being seated. The two of you chat over your plans for the rest of the day, what else needs to get done, and how you are going to decorate the living room.

Soon, you find yourselves greeting the movers who are dropping your couch off and helping move it into your living room. An hour later, once everything is moved in and settled in the place you chose for it, you and Quinn flopped down onto the soft, dark brown velvet couch, Quinn throwing his arm around you.

“We did it,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. Giggling quietly, you look up at him and nod.

“Everything is almost done, finally.”

“We have to finish decorating in here and I think there’s a few more boxes for the basement to unpack. But we can do that another time, I want to have our first movie night in here,” he replies, nuzzling his nose in your hair.

“Sounds perfect to me,” you grin.

So that’s exactly what you did. Later that night, once you finish dinner and after showering, you get dressed in the cozy pajamas that Quinn’s mom gifted you two with for Christmas, you get all snuggled up on the corner of the sectional couch, a queue of your favorite movies up and ready to go.

As the movie plays on, halfway through, you get a sudden sense of love filling your chest as you take in your surroundings. You sit in your home, with the love of your life by your side, realizing that you’d get to do this for the rest of your life.

You gaze up at Quinn and smile widely. He was lost in the movie, not realizing you were staring, until he finally breaks out of his concentration and looks down at you, chuckling when he sees you are already looking at him.

“Something wrong?” He wonders with a slight smirk. You shake your head and kiss him sweetly.

“Nothing at all. Just happy.”

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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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Hello how do you do! Since we see a lot of works with sunshine and sweet readers, I'd like maybe if possible to request simon with a spiteful reader..... Like the reader has a resting angry face, isn't the most cheerful either..... Just pissed at life basically lmao (am I projecting?? Perhaps) anyways I hope you have great day!!!!

hi hun! totally down for a grumpy reader, personally i have a terrible case of resting mean face so, can relate. hope this little one shot fits what you were thinking, might make a part two.

warnings: angst, death, violence, a lil smooch, gn pronouns, Ghost is bad with his words

part two

“count two top deck” Ghost calls through the comms, alerting you and Soap.

“copy LT, breaching now” Soap pushes his way through the large doors, you covering behind him. The two of you are suddenly overtaken by mass amounts of gunfire.

“steamin' jesus LT I think your math was off” Soap yells as the two of you duck for cover behind a wall.

You feel the anger boil in your lower stomach, twice now your lieutenant has miscounted enemies leading to you standing directly in the line of fire, you couldn’t figure out what was distracting him but it made you angrier, you relied on him to get you eyes inside the room and he failed.

Smoke encases the room in a thick haze as you toss a grenade toward the men shooting at you, sneaking around the room to take out 4 men with your weapon, utilizing the knife attached to your belt for the last, his blood cascading from his neck down your hands and arms.

The smoke clears and Soap stands with wide eyes staring at you as you stand trying to catch your breath.

“Rooms clear, move out” you huff over the comms.

Stepping outside the abandoned building you lock eyes with Ghost, quickly closing the gap between you two.

“What the FUCK was that” You yell, hands coming to push at his chest as he takes a small step back from your force. You continue invading his space, forcing his large form backwards.

“That’s twice, TWICE now you’ve fucked up and almost gotten me killed” you release a deep breath, “get your head on right before you get someone killed or I swear to god I will end you myself” emphasizing your point with a final shove, your heartbeat ringing in your ears as you flex your fingers trying to calm yourself.

Soap and Ghost share a glance of awe, you were often seen intimidating lower ranks but they’d never seen you have an outburst like that. The ride back to base was practically silent, no one daring to breathe too hard beside you, scared to become the next victim of your wrath.

Entering the base you make your way to the gym, shucking your vest and gear in favour of a t-shirt and shorts, choosing to channel your anger onto the nearest punching bag. You punch until your knuckles became red and swollen, a cut on the back of your hand from a previous mission opening during your assault. fuck

You step away to find a bandage, wrapping it around your hand using your teeth to tighten it. You make your way back over to the bag as you hear the heavy doors to the gym open, sparing a sharp glance at the large figure that emerged. You scoff in his direction, offended that he’d even think to be around you at that moment.

He settles himself at a safe distance as you continue your workout, his eyes roaming over your form.

“Keep staring and i’ll break your nose” You keep your focus on your hits.

“your form is off”

“it’s not”

“it is. put your weight on your front leg, you’re small, shift your weight to your advantage. you’ll never knock someone out punching with just your arms”

You stop moving, fists balled at your sides.

“wanna test that theory?”

He smirks under his mask and it just makes you angrier, he thinks you can’t take him.

You advance toward him, balling your fist before releasing it towards his head, he dodges and grabs your wrist twisting your body to pin your back to his chest.

“I told you, use your weight”

You breathe deep, bending your knee to flick back and lock behind his ankle, using your back to throw him off, tripping him as he tumbled to the mat. You scramble up his body resting your bent knee on his throat.

“that better?”

Your victory is cut short as Ghost brings his legs up to grip around your arm, throwing your body down and twisting to pin you to the mat.

“Tap out” he spits but you’re blinded by your anger, you refuse to let him win. Your body writhes under his strong grip.

“Tap out or I’ll break your arm” he threatens

You lock eyes, narrowing yours as your free palm comes into contact with the soft mat below you. He gets up releasing you as you stand, shaking your arm to try and ease the pain from his grip.

“next time -“

his words are cut short as you launch yourself at him, jumping onto him as you lock your arms around his neck. He uses his weight to try and flip you off but you keep your grip firm pulling him down with you, replacing your arms with your legs as you keep him in a triangle choke. You keep your body pressed to the mat as he plants his feet in an attempt to throw you off him.

“tap out,” you say, repeating his own words.

and he does, his large hand colliding with the floor as you release him. You stand, sweat glistening your body, hair a mess.

“work on your technique, you’re predictable”

“still took you down”

“only cause I let you”

“bullshit” you spit

he raises his eyebrow under his mask, but you can read his face.

“you’re afraid to admit that someone beat the big bad Ghost, well fuck you,” you say through heavy breaths, “we rank the same, you can’t intimidate me like I’m some new recruit”

“you’re really so worked up over the mission"

“yes! Your mistake almost cost Soap and I, what is wrong with you that you forget to count 3 people in a room”

“I was distracted”

“right, good excuse”

“I was distracted by you” he huffs

your breath catches in your throat, his eyes scanning over your form.

“I can handle my own, worry about the enemy” you say as you grab your bag and leave the room, rushing your way back to your room.

You spend a few hours in your room, showering and doing paperwork. As 7pm rolled around you figured you should eat something, so you make your way to the mess. Inching closer to the door you hear some recruits talking,

“I swear man they took down the Ghost, never seen him get beaten before”

You smirk to yourself, hiding behind the frame of the door.

“Yea but they’re a bitch, honest they doesn’t talk to anyone, always looks pissed off at something”

Your smirk fades quickly, your face returning to its usual stoic state as you breeze into the room, staring daggers at the men who had suddenly lost complete interest in their conversation, instead picking at the food on their plate.

Grabbing your food you sit at a far table away from the rest of the groups, managing to stomach most of the food you had been given. Your gaze shifts as Ghost walks into the room, sparing you a glance and stopping, almost like he wanted to say something. You avert your eyes and quickly stand from your spot, crossing the room the leave as he watches you go.

You settle yourself back into your room, trying to find something to occupy your mind when you hear a knock at your door, moving back to open it before your eyes land on that stupid mask.

“What do you need lieutenant”

“Can I come in”

“No”

He breezes past you into the room as you roll your eyes, closing the door and crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry”

“Fine”

“Can you just listen for once” he raises his voice.

You uncross your arms, eyebrows raising urging him to continue.

“I’m sorry”

“You said”

He warns you silently with a stare.

“I fucked up, I should’ve checked twice”

“I just don’t understand how you missed so many”

“I told you I was distracted”

You scoff

“I get distracted every time I’m in the field with you, I get worried about you”

You laugh at his remark, “We aren’t friends Ghost, you - you vex me”

“Simon”

you let out a small huh

“If you’re gonna yell at me at least use my name”

You throw up your arms in defeat, “What do you want me to say, Simon, I forgive you? Fine you’re forgiven”

“No, I just want you to understand”

“Understand what!”

His words don’t come, instead, he closes the space between you, lifting his mask over his mouth, grabbing your face between his hands and bringing his lips to yours. You widen your eyes confused at the abrupt action before falling into it, hands reaching up to tug at the nape of his neck. The kiss is almost violent, all tongue and teeth as the two of you pull back, catching a breath. You release him stepping back trying to gather your thoughts.

“That, understand that,” he says before moving behind you to leave. The swift movement stunning you, everything happened so quickly, did you like that? You’d never thought about Ghost Simon that way, every previous thought about him clouded in feelings of rage, but this felt different, you press your fingers to your lips trying to relieve the ache that came with the loss of contact.

Simon spent the night in his room tossing and turning in bed, why did he do that? God it probably only made you hate him more. He didn’t know, he couldn’t read you like he could other people, your gaze always cold and unforgiving, he understood the anger, he had plenty of experience with that emotion but this, this feeling he had towards you was different, he didn’t know what it was but he knew that he always wanted to be near you, even if it pissed you off.

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y0ur-loca1-lyr3 · 3 months

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Alastor when falling in love/dating headcanons

A/N; my first time trying headcanons lol, hope I did well!

Falling in love

Let’s be honest, Alastor rarely actually likes most beings as a friend, let alone as a romantic partner

But when he does for either scenario, he has to notice that person as more than just some pawn for entertainment

Maybe you’re more socially intelligent, maybe you have more power, maybe you’re closer to Charlie, maybe all of those

But there has to be something that makes him see you as a threat to his power, or his control

Because of this when you first enter the hotel, he’s going to try to upstage you

If he can find a flaw about you, he’ll utilize that to the max

Think how he acted around Lucifer in ‘Dad beat Dad’

But when he notices you’re not going to be intimidated by him he starts to grow angry

If you really wanna ruffle his feathers just ask “uhm…who are you..?”

Not even in a polite way, just in a rude judgmental way

Oh, that makes his blood boil

When he’s not around you, at first he’s trying to get rid of you, take away the threat

But then you leave for a long period of time without notice to anyone but husk

And not even sober husk

So basically nobody really knows where the hell you went (pun intended)

The first maybe hour or two Alastor was like “good riddance”

But then for some damn reason he started to miss you

If you’re gone for more than one day, his mood actually visibly changes

Sure he’s still smiling, but he’s still a bit less motivated to do things

And he’s probably having troubles with coming up with ideas for his radio broadcast

Then you come back and he’s back to normal

It’s like his subconscious went “oh, cool :D”

But now that brings up another obstacle for him

As established before he wants any threats out of his way, but he somehow has grown attached to you?

This wasn’t what he wanted, no not at all

Now what was he supposed to do?

Even worse is the realization that he still has humanity

Humanity is weakness

And if some like say… Vox found out about this?

He’d be royally fucked

It takes a looong while for him to figure out that A. It was love, and B. Come to terms with that

Lots of avoidance and back handed comments

If you sat at the bar? He’d leave

If you tried to compliment him, you’d only get a short “Hm.”

If you invited him to talk with you, even just to get to know him he’d make an excuse

And if Charlie attempts to force him he will refuse/ escape in some way

Blowing up and asking him what his problem is won’t help either

He’ll sit there with a patient smile with petty thoughts, and justifications for his actions running through his head as he tried to appear unfazed

Until someone interrupts/ ends the conversation or you just give up and leave

He’ll leave while rolling his eyes slightly, muttering about how sensitive people are these days

Once he does finally come to terms with it, he’s less hostile around you

Don’t get me wrong he still avoids you like the plague because you’re his only weakness

But he’s kinder to you when he does interact with you

Maybe he’ll offer to pay for your drink before leaving

He might even leave a little box of homemade chocolates at your door, or give you some ‘leftover’ Jambalaya he made specifically for you to try

Little favors like that

Dating

It’s never really said aloud that the two of you are dating

It just was sort of agreed upon silently between the two of you

One day he invited you via letter to come skygaze with him at his radio tower

At first you’re kind of suspicious that he has an ulterior motive

But when you get there and you’re invited to sit beside Alastor, you realize he just wanted to see you. Why? You didn’t know, but at least his intentions weren’t ill

Then he crossed his pinky with yours

Nothing grand like kissing, he’s not too fond of physical affection

But just a small bit of contact

If you choose to interlock your pinky with his, internally he’ll lose his mind

It’s like confirmation that you feel the same way without verbally saying it

Since then everyone just sort of knew at the very least he cared a bit more about you

He’d frequently talk with you

Like how most people would interact with good friends

Except he gets a little more protective of you

There’ll be a shadow that follows you everywhere

Sometimes the shadow will tease a bit

Maybe pick up a piece of hair and then put back in place quick, or maybe brush against your arm, nothing harmful, really

Since he doesn’t really show his love through physical affection, he shows it through gifts or acts of service

Mainly acts of service

You’ll often go back to your room after a hard day to find your bed made and your pillows fluffed with a new stuffed animal on your bed

His favorite way to show his affection physically is by your hand

He won’t really hold your hand outright, but he’ll usually gently kiss it after saying something romantic

Maybe if your sitting at the bar, talking with Husk he will

When he’s feeling especially happy, or romantic, or he somehow got wasted, he’ll give you a peck on the lips, but that’s about the only time you two really kiss

He will cuddle if you ask to but otherwise he doesn’t really do cuddling

The first time you tell him you love him, even just as a quick goodbye, he’ll melt on the inside

If you look close enough you can see his eyes soften a tad bit

He’ll probably say “you too” if the both of you are in public, or something along those lines, but if you’re in private, maybe cuddling or as he’s comforting you for some reason

He’ll say it softly, and then most likely give you a small head pat, or if he’s getting really sentimental, he’ll give you a peck on the forehead

All in all, he does love you, he just sort of shows it in his own way that he’s comfortable with <3

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liyawritesss · 3 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ２２－Ｍｕｓｉｃ

－So Anxious - 1610!Miles Morales - Spiderman; Across the Spiderverse

－ In which you're Miles' first real crush, and the only way he can communicate with you is through a playlist he made specifically for you.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“You got this, dude!” Says Ganke from behind Miles, acting as if he were the other boy’s ringside hype man, and the task at hand was a boxing match with his dignity on the line. Though, as a teenage boy garnering the balls to go up to his crush in the middle of the school day, it might as well have been.

“I got this!” Miles repeated to himself. “I got this!”

He takes one step forward, leaving the safety of Ganke’s encouragement, and yet the second he does so, the looming threat of rejection meets his skin in a cold wind, and the next thing he knows, he’s turning back towards his best friend, shaking his head vigorously, “I don’t got it, I don’t got it!”

“No, no, yes you do!” Ganke counters in an attempt to restore some faith in his friend. “It’s the simplest thing to do; just let them scan the Spoitfy code for the playlist, and say goodbye. You can totally do this, man!”

“But what if she thinks I’m weird for doing it? You don’t just make a random playlist for anyone!” Miles whines.

“This is your chance to be sort-of friends with your crush, Miles! And they’re definitely not the type to be mean, they’ll appreciate it!” Ganke bargains. “You made one for me, and look at us! We’re best of friends!”

Ganke had a point, Miles admitted to himself, but the fact of the matter still stood that he was already embarrassed enough being talked into making this playlist; now, he let him talk him into giving it to you, and Miles didn’t know if he could handle how you’d look at him for randomly coming up to him out of nowhere.

“I know for a fact that some of the music you listen to, they also listen to. It’s a great way to start a conversation!” Ganke adds on, hopefully giving Miles the edge he needed to toughen up and act on the agreed plan. It wasn’t like you two were complete strangers; you had some classes together, and were paired for a semester project last semester! Which was when this whole crush ordeal started for Miles, subjecting Ganke to more than enough talk about how cute you were and every other song that came on being one that reminded him of you.

The brownskin boy took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, seeing as this was a now or never ordeal, and he’d rather get it done now than drone how he missed the perfect opportunity. So, before even thinking, Miles starts walking towards you.

You’re reading on your Kindle when Miles approaches you. You note the nervous smile - you’ve noticed he’s always relatively skittish around you, which you aren’t sure to feel about. “Hey Miles, what’s up?”

He can barely get the words out, stumbling over them like dirty clothes he’d strewn on the floor instead of tossed into the hamper, “You like music, right? You like, uh, playlists- music playlists?”

You give him a nod to confirm his question, and in a swift movement, he produces his phone in front of you. On it, you can see the Spotify app open to a code to what you presume to be a playlist like mentioned before.

“You wanna curate one together?” You question, an act very possible on the music app, one you’ve utilized yourself numerous times in the past. The boy nods, mumbling something about how you both have similar music tastes, to which you find yourself admitting to as well, having overheard some songs spill out from his headphones sometimes.

With a shrug and an indifferent ‘sure’ leaving your lips, you take out your own phone to scan the code, granting you access to the playlist that already has a couple of songs added to it to start. To you, it was simply an act to start up a friendship; yet for Miles, you’d have no idea just how much it would mean to him and the little crush he harbors for you - which has now only grown bigger.

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stargirl-writes · 5 months

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safety net

pairing : force healer! jedi x anakin skywalker

word count : 1.2 k

masterlist | part two

summary

finding safety in a world deranged by war became a distant dream until your childhood friend, anakin skywalker, comes back to your life.

tags : fluff, comfort, friends-to-lovers.

warnings : mentions of surgical procedure/blood.

notes

happy holidays to everyone that celebrates !

as a present, here's some warm fluff that's been sitting in the drafts i wanna share with y'all 🤍

It began when Obi-Wan Kenobi, asked you to heal Anakin Skywalker.

The Jedi Master felt as though it was his responsibility to find the most competent healer in the galaxy after his Padawan lost an arm in a fight against Count Dooku.

And you didn't hesitate taking in the job the Jedi Council has entrusted you with. It was the most flattering, especially since you will be in charge of the care of their 'chosen one'.

You had just finished your apprenticeship in force healing, so you were determined not to let down the Council and the honor they bestowed.

"[Name]? You've grown" Anakin blinks when he realizes it was you. By the way he was smiling ear-to-ear, you realize he had been languid from the blood loss.

You were younglings together. The Jedi Masters had not fallen short in reminding Anakin that he was supposed to be the chosen one. That title, was not only known to him, but to all else.

It isolated him. As you had been. Your natural connection to healing made the Masters want to develop your skills outside the standard curricula.

Anakin was the one you sat with when no one wanted to. It was you and Anakin until you had to leave to pursue learning about healing through other force wielders.

"Yes, Anakin, I'm in charge of your care now" You answered, raising the syringe to his sight so he'd anticipate the injection.

"If it takes losing an arm to have you back, I'd have done it again" Anakin says thru half-lidded eyes.

The sedative was quickly taking its effect and you couldn't dare to look up at Obi-Wan.

"Well, at least one of us is happy about this" You answered.

Remembering your bedside manners, you proceeded with the protocol.

Send the patient to sleep.

Don't appear doubtful.

Don't make promises.

"Is there a color you'd want for your new arm?" You forced your voice to remain calm as you redirect his attention to the question. Both your hands are applying pressure on his severed arm to reduce the blood spilling.

Obi-Wan was pale with worry. You nodded to him hoping that he'd be reassured his apprentice would be fine. He looked like he'd pass out before Anakin.

Anakin leans back on the stretcher, the thought keeping him focused and away from the pain that was being dulled by the sedative.

"Definitely not gold— C3PO will never let it go" His nose scrunched, grimacing at the thought.

You let out a chuckle at his comment. "Alright, not gold"

The Med-Droid had finished preparing the materials and when you turn back your focus to the Jedi, he was already asleep.

You worked efficiently. Time was of paramount importance. The Jedi teachings hypothesized on midi-chlorians being stored in the blood, so you prioritized stopping the bleeding.

The lightsaber cut cauterized the tissues and vessels, making his blood coagulate and turn toxic. To your advantage, you were able to utilize both medical practice and force healing to fully save the nerves.

You can still make him a bionic arm that would be sensate.

By the time you were finished, the design you sent to bioengineering came. A silver arm with hints of red.

It still looked more skeletal than realistic. But that's only because you wanted to improve on it later. This was only a prototype.

Your hand coddles his cheek— this was the fastest way to sense how he'd been feeling.

His signature appears to you as a series of words.

Conflicted. In a state of stasis. Scared.

You took your hand back, deciding not to pry more into what he was keeping.

Hours flew and you found yourself in a loop debating whether electric signals in the nerves could fire using zillo skin. It would be the toughest replacement for skin, but it's not capable of transmitting signals for sensation.

Your mind was beginning to numb from the mental exhaustion. Your curious gaze lands on Anakin's bare torso. He was still unconscious.

You would have done your research in your quarters, but you wanted to be here when he wakes.

Your mind started drifting and you followed his breathing.

How is it possible for his skin to hug so tight against his muscles?

You blinked, startled by the thought that crossed your mind. Perhaps it was time to sleep...

"Eyes are up here" Anakin says in a singsong voice.

You look up through your lashes, cheeks firing up from the embarrassment.

He chuckles, then his attention lands on his bionic arm.

"How are you feeling?" You stood up, grabbing the charts and taking note of his vital signs displayed on the monitors. You pressed on the recline and Anakin sits up along with the bed.

"Mmmhungry?" He rubs his eye.

"I'll have someone bring something" You smiled. "Can I?" You asked before touching his bionic arm.

He nods and you continued. "Can you open your fist?" You asked, holding the bionic arm, guiding gently.

Anakin's eyebrows furrowed in focus. The arm abruptly closes. "What happened?"

"That's fine, your mind is adapting to sending nerve signals to the synthetic ones." You explained, your fingers unclenching his fist.

Anakin tries again and his fingers opens up in a more controlled manner.

You let out a breath of relief when you realized you have managed to save all those tiny nerves.

"Alright, now tell me how much you can feel" You instructed, running the tip of your pointer finger against his palm, you look up to see him already looking at you.

Focus.

Anakin was not at all subtle. It made butterflies run down your stomach.

"I can feel you, but I can't tell how much pressure your applying" He answers.

You nodded, noting it down.

Now, you need to test the receptors for heat.

Oh, by the force, why must he look at me like that.

You centered yourself on the task in front. You pressed the back of your hand against his palm. "And how does my skin feel? Can you tell if it's warm?"

Your heart was thundering inside your ribs, you were kind of scared that Anakin will hear how nervous he was making you feel.

Anakin tilts his chin, as if he was really trying to feel. "No, I can't feel the heat" He clasps his fingers against your palm as if testing more.

Of course, you couldn't have healed everything. "Alright" You withdrew.

"This is only a prototype, I'll improve its design after we do some more tests" You stood up, trying to establish some space between you and your old friend.

Anakin leans back after noting your action. "Thank you, [Name]" He kept his eyes fixed on you, as if he was still waking up from a dream.

You managed a smile. "I got you"

His eyes lingered on yours, you could not find it in yourself to look away.

A soft knock on the door snapped you awake.

"Well, don't you look well" Obi Wan comments with a wide smile

"Something's different" He crosses his arms, as if trying to figure out what it was that changed.

"Dooku really got you with that scar" Obi Wan nods his head as he waves a hand tracing the scar on his apprentice's face.

You couldn't hold back a laugh in surprise.

"I lost an arm" Anakin squeezes his eyes close.

"Come, no reason for me to be rude now." Obi-Wan winks at you. "But since you brought it up, how are you feeling?" He steps forward to Anakin's bed.

You leave the two to catch up on their own.

of course i'd seperate the angst on the next part so if you want more of that, head to the next one haha!

#anakin (ciella's ver)#anakin skywalker #star wars #sw #anakin x reader #anakin x you #star wars anakin #anakin #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin star wars #anakin fluff #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine

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malehypnofantasy · 10 months

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Casey pretty much loathed the life he got to endure in uni. The past 3 years has been nothing but hell for him with all the isolation, bullying and the way some of his professors turned out to be major dickhead that either treated him like crap or took credit of his brilliance for themselves when they wouldn't even be able to finish their researches without his help or insight. He hated the fact that despite being smarter then most people, he's overlooked and swept aside just because he doesn't have the authority or the look that could help him gain the spotlight he knew he deserved. Until one eventful night when he turned 21 and his body started to glow in the middle of the night while his jackass of a roommate Ethan slept like a log as he's too spent after fucking his girlfriend like rabbit in the opposite bed.

The following morning, Casey realized that something clearly is different from the way he looked in the mirror. He's more.....radiant, and his eyes sparkled brilliantly under the bathroom light. That's when all in a sudden, Lila, Ethan's girlfriend, appeared right next to him as she opened the bathroom door

"Happy birthday Casey. You probably haven't fully realized it but let me help you out," she said with a rather monotone voice as she suddenly grabbed Casey's head and her eyes started to glow

Flow of memories of ancient practices and secret tradition of his family freely went right into his brain, injected his head with ideas and capability beyond his usual mortal knowledge. His whole body radiantly glow as the memories filled every corner of his body so he could wield the magical power that belong to his family since he's a responsible adult in their eyes upon celebrating his 21st birthday. When Lila eventually dropped to the floor as the messenger that possessed her went away, Casey looked at her with different gaze. The once unapproachable and mean cheerleader co-captain now looked like nothing but a distraction to him, so he forcefully woke her up and made her leave the room with not a single word said. The recently powered magician then turned his attention to his douchebag of a roommate, smirking at his slumbering muscular form that would soon become his plaything

Truth be told, Casey utilized the gym rat's body as his lab rat. He doesn't know how far of a control he can wield and exercise upon other people or what kind of other powers his body can manage, but another messenger from his family already informed him that he doesn't necessarily have the physical prowess to handle too big of a power so he needs to not only train his magic, but also his physique. But before working on his physique, he decided to test how far he can control another people through his words and Ethan came in handy in that regards. Ethan was unaware this whole time that he has been subjected to mind conditioning by Casey. As Casey mentioned his trigger word, Ethan instantly fell asleep despite several seconds before he just intensely cheered for a football team he's rooting for.

Casey then decided to execute his plan as he planted this idea to Ethan that he's been gay all along and he only can get hard while serving Casey. The ideas of girls repulsed him. The idea of disobeying Casey terrified him and his biggest joy in life is to do things in accordance to Casey's order. Casey then told Ethan to also set a "smokescreen" while in public or with other people as to not raise any suspicion and would only be his devoted self when Casey and him are in private or when Casey said his trigger word. As the jock snapped awake from his slumber, his eyes softened upon seeing Casey as he addressed him with respect and slight fear

"Oh Master, very sorry. Did I fall asleep here when you want to watch TV? Please, don't hesitate and sit down here, Sir. I'll scooch to the floor,"

"Calm down, Ethan. No need to do all that. I just wanna ask. Say, aside from me as the all powerful controller, who's the strongest guy in this school that you know?"

"Physically or socially, Sir?"

"Hmmmm...both,"

"The Dean and the Provo----"

"Not them, dummy. The students, I meant,"

"Ohhh the students. The twins in Pike are certainly the craziest in terms of physique, one of them got stabbed and then beaten the shit out of his stabber and 3 other guys----"

"Sounds like a threat,"

"---while socially, Ben Richards clearly bodied everyone. Part of the billionaire Richards retail & real estate family and his uncle is a high-ranked DoD officials, a decorated and highly respected war hero,"

"Not even the frat president, huh?"

"Nah, he's just Ben's pawn. Ben's too lazy to do anything by himself. He'll prefer someone worked it for him,"

"A pawn to do all his bidding, huh?"

"Yep, you got that right,"

"Well, what do you think if we paid a visit to meet Ben, do you know his whereabouts?"

"Not really, but I can ask around,"

"Then ask around. I would like to meet with him in private,"

Read Part 2 here

#main arc #male mind control #mind control #male hypno #male hypnosis #personality change #casey's arc

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thebucketpail · 9 months

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Of course the one time I actually fill a prompt I forget to save it and end up losing it to the tumblr void.

Alas, if I find it I'll link it but until then, have this.

Tw: light gore, mentions of vivisection

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This wasn't the team's first lab break in and it definitely wouldn't be their last. That is to say, they've seen alot of shit. Alot of mad scientists and what resulted from their insanity, their cruelty. But they had never expected to find something like this on what was supposed to be a low stakes mission.

Robin had been the first to find the dingy little cell, not far from the main lab, and stood stunned in abject horror as the others came in behind him.

"Oh god," he heard Arrowette whisper, followed by a litany of strangled gasps and the sound of Superboy's knuckles cracking.

It was terrible, but Robin couldn't manage to tear his eyes away from the curled up teen tied to the wall.

The boy was unconscious, his stark white hair, matted with grime and some green substance, covered the top of his face, a muzzle covered the bottom. What was left visible was littered with cuts and angry purple bruises. Whatever clothes he had been wearing were tattered and torn, displaying yet more injuries.

What was probably the worst, as far as Robin could tell, was the dirty gauze haphazardly taped to his neck. The dressings were soaked through with more of that green liquid, which Robin relised with a hobble sink to his gut was probably the kid's blood.

Robin swallowed the bile threatening to rise to his throat and turned back toward his team. He took a deep breath.

"Okay, new plan," he said, doing his best to keep his leader voice, "Superboy, you get those chains off him. Team, this is no longer an Intel mission, this is search and rescue. Impulse, Secret, Arrowette, fan out. Check the rest of the building for any other prisoners. If you find anyone then report immediately. WG, you call back to Red. I'll see what I can pull out of their database. Remember to keep your heads."

A round of nods was all he got in return before everyone set out on their tasks.

Robin had just wormed his way to into the system when Superboy walked in, the unconscious kid in his arms, and a seriously pissed expression on his face.

"I never thought Cadmus could go this far," he growled, brows furrowing.

Robin grunted on acknowledgement, then made a light sound of surprise as the archaic system finally loaded.

"Well then it's a good thing we aren't at Cadmus then," he mumbled disbelieving as he dove further and further into the newly available files. Quickly, he pulled an empty USB from his utility belt and set to work downloading what looked important, facility locations, blueprints, documents, research, etc.

"Where are we then?" Superboy asked, setting the kid down to peer over Robin's shoulder.

"Some place called the GIW, ghost investigation ward," Robin murmered, "according to these files, they're some kind of government org, designed to hunt and study ghosts. Our guy over there," he jutted his chin toward the kid, "is apparently really powerful. They have alot of files on him and something called the ghost zone."

Suddenly they were interrupted by a serious of loud crashes followed by shouting and Impulse zipping into the room.

"Heyguyswegottago," he sped out before taking in a huge lung full of air and continuing at a slightly slower pace. Slightly. "Reinforcements just arrived and they don't look like they're happy to see us. We couldn't find anyone else other then some asshole scientists. Cissie kicked their butts."

Robin nodded and pulled the USB from the port. "Tell the other to meet back at the super cycle, it's time to go." Impulse nodded and sped back off.

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It wasn't their best escape, but it certainly wasn't their worst. Those GIW agents were persistant bastards but it wasn't anything the supercycle couldn't handle.

They were en route back the cave when Superboy called out, "Hey Rob, you might wanna see this." He and WG had been tasked with administering first aid (to the best of their abilities) to their rescue, so that wasn't exactly something Ribin was thrilled to hear.

He let Supercycle switch to auto pilot before climbing to the back seat to see what had his team so freaked out. And yeah. That would do it.

If he thought the neck wound was bad, that was nothing. What was left of the kids torn shirt was removed to reveal a massive Y-shaped incision across his chest. The scars were red and inflamed, mottled with angry bruises and so, so many tiny holes, giving the impression that the wound had been stitched uo and reopened on numerous occasions. The implications of the wound was clear.

Robin set his jaw as he met Superboy's eyes. The confusion was prominent. he didnt know what to do.

"Just do you're best to clean it for now," he said, "we'll have Red look at him when we get back to base."

As Robin settled back into the driver's seat, he mentally added the GIW to his list of enemies. Anyone who had the power to do that, government or not, was going down

#dpxdc #dp x young justice #dpxdc Danny phantom #dpxdc superboy #dpxdc robin #dpxdc impulse #dpxdc wonder girl #dpxdc secret #dpxdc arrowette #vivisection fic #dp x dc crossover #i may add another installment if i have the motivation #but we'll see #bucket writes things

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thefloorisbalaclava · 2 years

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like a bad habit

▸pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader

▸words: 4,906

▸warnings/rating: EXPLICIT - some angst, arguing, lots of fucking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, power imbalance, power play, size kink, facials, oral sex (m and f receiving), woman on top, wall sex, frottage, panty kink

▸summary: after you and ghost sleep together, things go wrong.

▸a/n: these idiots are either fighting or fucking. it's all the same, i guess. enjoy.

⮞[part I]

👻[simon 'ghost' riley masterlist]

Ghost could not get enough of her. He was surprised they hadn’t been caught yet. The lingering glances, the ridiculously loud and intense sex they had—it’s a wonder no one was coming to knock on his door to ask what the hell was going on.

Even now, as he had her pinned against the wall with his hips grinding up into her, he had wondered how they had been so lucky not to get caught. Of course, he had picked a utility closet that people rarely went into, but he purposely left the door cracked open. He got off to the thrill of getting caught, and it seemed she did as well.

“Simon…fuck yes!” she whimpered. “Harder.”

He grunted and angled his hips differently as he pistoned up into her. He kept his eyes on her as her eyes rolled back, and she came around him again.

“Another?” he asked, and she tried to say something, but it was all gibberish. “You take me better each time we do this.”

She looked at him then and smiled before biting her lip. “Cum inside me. Fill me. I wanna feel you dripping out of me all day.”

“Fuck, that mouth of yours is gonna be the death of me….” He stopped thrusting, and she pouted. “On your knees, love.”

She got on her knees slowly and looked up at him. He stroked himself a few times, then stopped.

“Spit for me.” She spat on his cock, and he spread it around, stroking himself right over her face. She opened her mouth, and he groaned, then gritted his teeth.

“Jesus fuck!” He grunted, slapping his hand against the wall as he began to cum. He made an absolute mess of her, some even landing in her mouth. Seeing it on her face and mouth made his knees weaker than they already were.

“Swallow that for me, hm?” he told her, and she made sure to exaggerate for him, showing him her tongue after. He stuck his thumb in her mouth and let her suck on it for a while before hooking it against her cheek and pulling up so she would stand.

“Let me clean you up, soldier.” He pulled out a handkerchief, which he now always kept on him just for moments like this, and cleaned your face.

“Thank you, sir,” she said innocently.

“If you don’t stop, I'm liable to bend you over here and now,” he threatened, moving closer.

“Do you ever get…worn out?” she asked, laughing.

He smirked. “Not while I’m with you.” He kissed her, and she melted against him. “We’d better get out of here.”

“Do we have to?” she whined.

“Unfortunately, yes.” He pulled up his pants and righted himself as she did the same. “See you later?” he asked.

“Of course.” She turned to open the door slowly and quietly, then peeked out. “Bye, Simon,” she whispered before walking out of the closet with a little bounce that made him smile.

“What’s got you smilin’ like that, numpty?” Soap asked as you stared at nothing, daydreaming.

“Hm?” You looked at him and blinked a few times.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” he asked, leaning in close to you.

“N-No. What do you mean?”

“Hm…” He backed away and looked at you suspiciously.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said.

“Ah, got it. You’ve got a new boyfriend,” he said, but you shook your head. “Girlfriend?” Another no. “Partner?” You could tell he was getting annoyed.

“None of your business,” you told him.

“I always make it my business. I’ll get it out of you one way or another,” he said.

“We’ll see about that.”

“What if he finds out?” you asked Ghost, who was frustratingly calm about this.

“I don’t know,” he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“You could get in trouble. I could get in trouble!”

“I doubt Johnny would go around telling people if he found out.”

You sat beside him on the bed and sighed. “I’m scared,” you confessed, playing with your fingers.

“Of?” he wondered.

“I just don’t want you to get in trouble over…me….” You shrugged. “I’m not worth the trouble.”

“Don’t say that,” he snapped. “Don’t talk that way about yourself.”

You looked at him. “I don’t know how else to feel.”

“You know I’ll protect you, right? I’d never let anything happen to you,” he said.

“It’s not me I’m worried about, Simon,” you told him. You looked into his eyes and immediately felt calmer, then reached up and cupped his hidden cheek.

“You’re a protector. I know. But…how do I protect you?”

“I don’t need protectin’, love.”

“You don’t always have to act so tough around me, you know? It’s okay to feel…different emotions,” you said.

Then immediately wished you hadn’t.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His entire body tensed, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Nothing. I just…I didn’t mean—”

“If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it,” he snapped.

“Simon…”

“Why do people think I don’t feel things?” he asked.

“Well, you’re not the most…open person.”

“I am. I’m open with you,” he reminded you.

“Simon…there is so much I don’t know about you. And, I don’t know, you could be keeping things from me….”

“You sayin’ I’d lie to you?” he asked, standing suddenly.

“You’re twisting my words.” You stood with him, determined to stand your ground. “But I know no matter what I say, you’ll find a way to take offense. I think you like to be angry because it hides everything else you may feel—sadness, pain, fear, and love! You’re a mystery, Simon Riley.”

“When did you become a fuckin’ shrink?” he asked, and you laughed bitterly.

“I wish I were one so I could get into that head of yours.” You shook your head. “Your face isn’t the only thing you’re hiding from the world…from me.”

“That bother you?”

“Actually, it does,” you confessed.

“Then maybe you don’t understand me as much as I thought you did,” he said, and you glared at him.

“Pushing people away is a defense mechanism….”

“Stop with the getting into my head shit. It’s not working,” he growled.

“Obviously,” you mumbled.

“Go,” he said suddenly.

“What?”

“You heard me. Get out.” He was so calm while saying it that you were sure he couldn’t be serious.

“You’re kidding.”

“If I wanted to be analyzed, I’d have done it long ago. I don’t need this from you or anyone else.” He walked toward you so you would be forced backward toward the door.

“What did you need from me, Simon? Hm?”

“Who knows? Maybe I already got it,” he blurted, and you furrowed your brow.

“Fuck you.” You were happy that the words came out before your voice broke. You stormed out, not understanding what just happened but understanding it perfectly simultaneously.

It wasn’t like he could talk to anyone about what just happened because no one fucking knew. He was so close to running after her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that, so he let her go.

He knew how badly he had hurt her just by the look on her face.

Why did he say that?

He had never been one of those men who slept with someone and left them. He would never use someone just for that, but he let her leave the room believing it.

So, what now? How would he fix this without help?

If he had kept his fucking mouth shut, he wouldn’t be in this situation.

It had been weeks—weeks of her avoiding him, ignoring him, and making him feel like he didn’t exist. Most of the time, he welcomed the feeling of being unseen, a Ghost to the world, but in this case, he wanted to be seen by her and her alone.

“Hey, Lt.!” Soap shouted, running to catch up with him. “You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” he asked.

“What?” Ghost continued walking.

“Why are you sending the lass away again?”

Johnny's question stopped him in his tracks.

“Wait, what?”

“I just heard that she’s being sent to another base. You can’t keep doing that to her,” Soap barked.

“I didn’t,” he told Soap. “Did anyone say where she was going?”

“Wait, you aren’t responsible for this?”

“As shocking as it may be, I am not responsible for this. Have you seen her at all?” Ghost asked.

“Last I saw, she was heading to her room. I hope she’s okay.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.” Ghost walked away and made a beeline for her room. He had to figure out what the hell was going on.

The knock on your door was unexpected. Typically, you don’t answer your door without checking who it is, but you were so distracted with packing that you walked to the door and pulled it open without so much as a ‘who’s there’.

Once you saw who it was, you began shaking your head. “No. I have nothing to say to you. Please go.”

“What’re you packing for?” he asked.

“I decided I needed a change of scenery,” you said without looking at him. You kept walking past him as you grabbed more of your things until he finally grabbed your arm gently.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why do you care?” You snatched your arm away from him and kept moving. “You already got what you want from me, right?”

“You know I didn’t mean that,” he told you. “I-I was angry. I just said whatever came to mind….”

“It doesn’t matter. The captain already signed off on it, so…I’m leaving.”

“I’m going with you then,” he said plainly.

“No, you’re not.” You sat down beside your packed bag on the bed.

“I can do what the hell I want, love.”

“Don’t call me love.” You sniffled and looked away. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to be told you were only being used for one thing?”

“I was a fucking idiot, and I’m sorry.” He knelt before you, and you almost gasped at the action. “Look at me, love. And, no, I will not stop calling you that.”

“Simon…”

“I didn’t mean what I said. I swear to you. I’m asking for your forgiveness,” he said.

“Simon, get off the floor.”

“Not until you say you forgive me or not.” He looked into your eyes.

“I don’t know what to say. I’ve had my heart broken already. Tell me now—do you only want us to be fuck buddies?”

“I—”

“Because I need to know before I let my feelings get the best of me,” you told him.

“What we’re doing is dangerous,” he started, “But I’m willing to risk it all for you.”

“I don’t want you risking anything for me, Simon.” You shook your head. “And you really shouldn’t come with me. It looks suspicious.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, and you nodded. “Can I at least come to visit?”

“You can do whatever the hell you want, remember?” You smiled lightly.

“Is that a smile for me?”

You shrugged. “Maybe. Now, will you please stand?”

“I kind of like kneeling for you,” he simpered, and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s not working tonight. Sorry.”

He sighed loudly and stood. “I guess I deserve that.”

“Yeah, you do. Don’t you ever say anything like that to me again,” you told him.

“I have a temper,” he started.

“Yeah? No shit.”

He silently watched you pack some more. “I don’t like this.”

“Simon, just let it happen. It might be good if we just…give each other a little time anyway.”

He furrowed his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying that maybe this is good—slowing things down a little,” you said, afraid to look him in the eye.

“I see. Are you regretting…this?” He pointed at you, then himself.

“I don’t regret a thing,” you reassured him, but obviously, we don’t know each other very well, and maybe we should have taken more time to do that.”

“You know me….”

“I don’t, Simon. You nearly bit my head off over something I said…something I didn’t know would upset you. I don’t know you,” you repeated.

“Can we stop talking about it?” he asked, exasperated.

“No, we can’t. You hurt me,” you told him.

“With words?”

“Yes, with words, Simon. Just because you don’t think something will hurt someone doesn’t mean it won’t.” You closed your eyes and sighed. “I need to finish packing.”

“You don’t have to do this, you know?”

“I think I do. Look, I don’t want you to think this means that I don’t care about you because I do. I just have to do what’s best for me right now. I have to figure things out,” you said.

“And the only way to do that is getting away from me?” he asked.

“Don’t…”

“I’ll admit, I’m not good at this whole thing. I’m not a bleedin’ romantic, I don’t write love letters or try to sweep you off your feet, but I am not the monster everyone thinks I am.”

“I don’t think you’re a monster. I never have.”

“I care about you in ways I have no idea how to show.” He stopped talking and just looked at you.

“I know you’re a good person even if you don’t think you are. I won’t say anything else, but just know that you have never been a monster to me.” You put your hand over his heart. “Because of this.”

He put his hand over yours. “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

“Of course. I’m looking forward to that visit,” you said with a smile.

ONE MONTH LATER

He couldn’t believe how much he missed her. He honestly didn’t think it was possible to miss someone so much. His heart nearly beat out of his chest as he and Soap approached the base she had been stationed at.

“Maybe she’s found herself a boyfriend,” Soap teased, and Simon’s nostrils flared beneath his balaclava.

“Maybe,” he said. And maybe I’ll break his fucking neck…he thought. That wasn’t fair, and he knew it; she didn’t belong to him, but he felt protective of her and selfishly wanted her all to himself.

He got out of the jeep, scanning his surroundings—a habit. The man who greeted them was boring, and Ghost tuned him out until he spoke your name.

“You guys all worked at the same base together, right?” he asked, and Ghost nodded once while Soap answered excitedly. “I’m sure she’s around here somewhere. Ah, there she is.”

Ghost turned to where the man was pointing, and there she was, talking animatedly with someone. She laughed and touched the man’s arm, and Ghost felt himself getting tense. She only turned to them when she heard their footsteps.

“Johnny?!” she exclaimed and ran into his arms.

That kind of hurt. There was no such excitement for him.

“Hey, Ghost,” she said with an awkward wave, then cleared her throat.

“Soldier,” he said with a nod.

The dull man finally left him alone, but he only felt awkward. He turned to the man she had been talking to and looked him up and down.

“Oh! Forgive me for being rude. Simon, Johnny, this is Lieutenant Martinez.” She put a hand on this man’s back, and Ghost bristled again. Johnny got along with just about anyone, but Ghost was different; he had to build a rapport and learn to trust.

He truly just wanted her alone right now. He wanted, no, needed to talk to her. He needed to be her center of attention.

How fucking selfish is that, mate? He thought. She looked at him as though she could read his mind.

“Simon, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” She turned and started walking with Ghost following closely and silently behind. It wasn’t long before he was walking beside her.

“How’ve you been?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” she said, then looked at him, “How are you? Truly?”

“I missed the fuck out of you,” he said quietly. “What’s up with you and that Martinez guy?”

“Nothing. He’s just…wait…” She stopped walking. “Why?”

“No reason. A man can wonder, can’t he?” He avoided her gaze.

“You’re not jealous, are you?” She asked playfully, and he rolled his eyes.

“Jealous of that man? Not in the slightest,” he lied, wanting to wrap his arms around her and kiss her right there and then to stake his claim.

She laughed and reminded him just how much he missed that sound. “I’ve missed you, Simon.”

“Have you?”

“Yeah.”

“So, you’ve had no one to…entertain you?” he asked, and she snorted.

“Entertain me, hm? It depends on what you mean by entertain,” she joked.

“You know what I bloody well mean,” he snapped.

“No, Simon, I haven’t been fucking anyone. Is that what you wanna hear?” she snapped back.

“Good lord, woman….” He looked around to make sure no one had heard.

“Have you found any entertainment?” She used air quotes.

“What do you think?”

“You just got here, and you’re already driving me crazy,” she said.

He moved closer. “Yeah? Well, good.”

“Insufferable,” she mumbled before walking away while shaking her head.

Was he really asking you that right after touching down? He saw you laughing and talking with Martinez, which put him on high alert that easily. Part of you wanted to tease him a bit, but you changed your mind.

“You think I’m insufferable?” he asked, catching up to you again.

“When you’re like this…yes!” You took him by surprise. Perhaps he had forgotten that you weren’t afraid of him. “Let’s go…sir.”

“Would you slow down?” he huffed.

“Why?” you asked. Then when you both rounded a corner, he grabbed you by the hand and put it behind your back, gently pressing you into the wall.

“Because I said so…” he breathed in your ear. “Because I want to get a good look at you. It’s been too long.” He smirked under his mask when he felt you push back against him.

“Simon, we’re gonna get caught,” you said, but there wasn’t a hint of worry in your tone. “You can’t possibly fuck me right here.”

“Oh? Can’t I?”

Your knees buckled slightly, and he let go of your wrist so you could turn around. You looked up at him, his eyes nearly black.

“That wasn’t fair,” you whined.

“You loved it,” he quipped, and you shrugged. He knew by now that you had a thing for his size and power over you.

“When are you gonna let me kiss you, love?” He had you caged in again.

“Do you think you deserve to kiss me right now?” you teased.

“You think it’s safe teasin’ me?”

“Probably not, but you can’t make me stop…sir.”

“Stop, soldier. That’s an order,” he said, leaning in even closer.

“Make me,” you whispered before ducking beneath his arms and escaping.

“When can I see you?” he asked as you walked away.

“Room 415. An hour,” you called over your shoulder.

Simon had to slow himself down as he made his way to her room. His dick was leading him, if he was being honest.

He slowed his breathing and cleared his throat before knocking on her door. She answered without asking who it was.

“Lieutenant…” She held the door open to let him inside.

“How’d you know it was me? I could’ve been anyone,” he said.

“How many people do you think I invite back to my room, Simon? Jesus…”

He shook his head. “Sorry.”

“Show me. Kiss me,” she said, giving him that innocent look that had something hidden behind it.

He sat on the side of the bed with a manspread that he knew would catch her eye. “Come and sit on my lap, soldier.”

She walked over slowly. He watched how her hips swayed, and he couldn’t wait to see her bare skin again.

She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, then put her hands on his cheeks. He just looked at her, and she looked at him before pressing a kiss to his covered lips.

He growled, quickly pulled the mask over his lips and nose, and then crushed his lips to hers. She yelped in surprise but kissed him back with just as much urgency.

“I’m gonna ride the fuck outta you, Lieutenant,” she murmured.

“Oh yeah?” He slid his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it eagerly. When she pulled away, he watched the saliva stretch from her mouth to his.

“You dirty fucking thing.” He grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard, not caring that he needed to come up for air. She swirled her ass against him, and he pushed his hips up to meet the friction. They both looked down at where her covered pussy pressed against the bulge in his pants.

“Make yourself come, and then I’ll let you have it,” he teased.

As they dry-humped each other, he pictured the way her panties were probably clinging to her because of how wet she was. He wanted to taste it badly.

“Si-Simon…” She let out a few high-pitched moans then he felt her body tremble as she came.

“Look at you. Aren’t you a good girl for your Lieutenant?” he asked rhetorically. “Undress for me, hm?”

She stood on weak legs and undressed, saving her panties for last, but he stopped her as she hooked her fingers under the waistband.

“Come lie down.” He stood and tapped the bed, and she did as she was told. Fuck, she was so fucking good.

He crawled between he legs and kissed her thighs, biting down here and there. As he got closer to her pussy, he met her eye. Then he buried his face against her clothed pussy, breathing in deeply. He held her steady as he swirled his face against her, breathing her in before pressing his wet tongue against her panties. He pulled away and then spat, getting them even wetter.

He found her clit easily, even hidden by her panties, and pushed his tongue against it. Suddenly, he pulled on her panties, ensuring the crotch rested between her pussy lips. He licked again, then began moving the material up and down and side to side against her. It gave her enough friction to get her going but not enough to get her off.

He enjoyed hearing her whimper and watching her squirm, but he needed to taste her. He pulled her panties to the side slowly; it was almost like opening a present he had been waiting for too long. She was glistening for him, and his mouth watered. He spread her lips and zeroed in on her clit—licking then sucking it into his mouth.

God, he missed her taste. He closed his eyes in pleasure, drinking her in. Pushing her legs back to get better access, he began tasting her earnestly. She held her legs open and back for him, looking down at him as he sucked on her clit and pulled away slowly before releasing it.

“This fucking pussy…” he murmured before licking again. “Is addictive.” He was going to cum in his pants, which was not what he wanted. He wanted to save it for inside of you—to mark you as his on the inside.

He pulled away from her pussy reluctantly, standing quickly and undressing. She made him feel unbelievably confident with how she looked at him—scars and all. He was about to climb on top, but she stopped him with her foot.

“Remember what I said, Lieutenant?”

“Oh…right.” He stroked himself as he lay on his back. He felt vulnerable and unguarded this way, but he was willing to handle any and all of it just for her.

She straddled him again, and he noticed her panties were still on. Why was that so fucking hot? He didn’t know or care, he just wanted her—to feel her. She lifted herself just a bit and pulled her panties aside before grabbing his cock and sliding herself onto him.

“Oh, fuck! You’re stretching me so much!” she whimpered. “I fucking love it.” She leaned down to kiss him, then sat up again, putting her hands on his chest for balance. Then she was bouncing on him nice and slow at first. He kept his hands on her hips as his eyes rolled back.

“Fucking…pussy…fuck…tight…give…me.” It was all he could say.

She looked like a fucking goddess bouncing on him. She moved her hands to his, where they dug into her thighs. She held his hands as she rode him now. There was something about that that made everything so much more intimate. And he actually liked it.

“You’re gonna make me cum all over your cock, Lieutenant,” she moaned.

“Mm mm…my name,” he grunted. “Say my fucking name, love.” He grabbed her arm and tugged her down to him. Her forehead rested against his. He met her thrust for thrust, and she began to fall apart on top of him.

“Keep your eyes open for me. Look right at me, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He kissed her deeply then her mouth fell open against his as she hit her peak again.

“I…I…I…fuck, Simon. Yes, yes, yes, Simon. Please!” she cried.

“Look at you go. Cummin’ all over your Lieutenant’s cock. Feels good, don’t it?”

“Mmmmm.” She couldn’t speak—going completely cockdumb on top of him.

“You gonna let your Lieutenant cum in that pretty pussy, hm? Gonna let me fill it up?” He flipped her over in one swift motion, not even faltering in his thrusts.

“Yes!” she screamed.

“I know you’re gonna let me, know why? Because you are mine. I’m your superior, and you love it. You love when I tell you what to do, don’t you? Yeah, you fucking do.”

“Simon…do it. Please,” she begged. “Please, sir.”

“Oh FUCK!” he shouted. He grunted louder and louder as his thrusts slowed but got harder. “Ahhhhh!” he groaned as he began filling you, nearly whimpering as he noticed that you were spreading your pussy lips for him. He pulled out slightly early, ensuring some of his cum got on your pussy as the rest dripped out of you. He made sure your clit was covered in his cum, then slapped the head of his dick against it, making an obscene sound.

“Fuck,” you whimpered breathlessly.

“Made a mess of you again, love.” He collapsed on top of you, summoning enough strength to kiss you, gathering extra saliva in his mouth to share with you. He slipped his softening cock back inside you, keeping it warm.

You woke up a few hours later, still covered in a heavy warmth you wished could last forever. You felt sticky but in a pleasant way. When you shifted, he immediately woke up and blinked down at you.

“Shit…sorry,” he said, voice still full of sleep. He rolled off you and then turned his head to look at you.

“Didn’t know you were such an intense dirty talker,” you joked.

“Have you heard me fucking talk? Nothing clean about what comes outta my mouth.” He gave her one more kiss before pulling his mask back down.

You were going to ask if he wanted to shower with you, but that would involve him removing the balaclava entirely, and you weren’t sure he was ready for that.

“Come with me,” he said quietly as he rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. You followed him, and he was turning on the shower.

“Simon, you don’t….”

“Close your eyes,” he commanded, and you quickly did. You could hear him moving then you felt his hands in yours as he helped you step into the shower.

“You first.” He began washing you, cleaning every inch of you thoroughly.

“Will you help me with my back?” he asked, and you nodded, reaching out blindly. “You can…open your eyes,” he said in a quiet voice you had never heard him use before. You were nervous. Why were you nervous?

You opened your eyes slowly to see the expanse of his wide back and broad shoulders. His back was covered with a tattoo, and you remembered imagining him having a tattoo there. You slowly let your eyes travel up to his neck and the back of his head.

Blond. That made you smile. You weren’t surprised on account of his eyelashes and eyebrows.

You reached for the body wash and rubbed it into his back. It was pure muscle and sinew that rippled beneath your fingers. You looked down, taking in his shapely bottom and thick, muscled thighs.

You took a deep breath and took a chance to move your hands to the front of his body, feeling his stomach beneath your hands. Somehow, it was softer than the rest of him, which made you all the more attracted to him.

He placed his hands over yours, and you thought he would move them away, but he just kept them there, moving his thumb soothingly over your fingers.

“Thank you,” he whispered. You rested your head against his back, hearing his heartbeat through it—it was pounding.

“Do you want to get out?” you asked.

“Just a little longer. That all right?” he asked.

“Of course, Simon. It’s perfectly fine.”

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Pink Onyx AU- An Analysis and Theory Post, Part 1

[Part 1- You are here!] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4] | [Part 5]

Howdy! Those of you who have followed me for a while have probably been seeing my reblogs of the @pink-onyx-au comic made by @ceephorsshitshow. Well, today I wanna share with you something a little different than my usual SU meta… because today I’m gonna analyze this really cool fan work with the same level of seriousness as I do canon. (Like. Seriously. This first post alone is really, really long. I put most of it under a cut.)

This particular comic is a very special one for me to watch unfold, because it’s evident that a lot of deep care and attention to detail has been poured into its creation. There’s fascinating bits of expanded character development to chew into here, as well as plenty of mysteries and lingering questions for us readers to muse and theorize over. If you follow me for Steven Universe and haven’t read this AU yet I highly recommend you check it out. The most basic pitch is that it explores what a fusion between Steven and Jasper might look like, and does a LOT of deep-diving into the similarities and differences of both of those characters’ psyches.

Here’s the episode masterpost on tumblr.

And you can find it on Tapas, too!

(Note: For the purposes of these posts, I was given permission by the comic artist to post screenshots of various pages where relevant in this discussion. For each frame used I will list the episode and page number for easy reference. Additionally, this post and all future ones on the topic will contain full spoilers for the comic thus far.)

Now with all that introductory stuff out of the way, here we go!

So, on the final page of the most recent update, we get one hell of a visual plot bomb for Steven as ol’ Onyx unfuses:

(Episode 9: Page 22)

He’s now visually expressing remnants of his corruption, where before he was not.

And it’s this mysterious plot point in particular that got me wanting to analyze this comic more deeply in the first place. This is completely new for him in this story. Thus far, he’s never expressed any of these remnants when he’s just himself- not in the way Jasper does. So it made me wonder… how might this shift in his appearance play into the ultimate trajectory of the plot? How does Steven suddenly showcasing corruption scars integrate into the larger story that is being spun here about him and Jasper and how they relate to each other?

Well, there’s a lot of comic details and story lore we need to unpack first before I can take my best theorizer’s stab at this. Let’s dig right in.

Prelude: The analyst’s treasure is in the speech bubbles

Anyone who’s been a fan of this comic for a while has probably noticed these fun visual details already, but I’m going to take a moment to break down what I believe each speech bubble style signifies for folks who may not have context. It’ll make some of my analysis later a bit easier, too, ahah.

So. Speech bubbles. What kinds do we have here?

(Episode 1: Page 6)

Style number one: Solid with black text

This style is standard for non-fused characters, and is also utilized when a fused character is speaking whilst in a state of internal harmony.

Steven is pink and Jasper is orange, of course. Onyx’s speech bubbles are a distinct darker pink, and the main three Crystal Gems get their own colors as well. More minor characters get white bubbles.

(Episode 1: Page 10)

Style number two: Scribbly pink lettering overlaying black text

Whenever you see this type of speech bubble, it’s a sign that there is some level of internal discord going on within Steven or Onyx that is related to their diamond side. It usually shows up when one of the two is in pink mode, but from what I can tell this is not a solid rule.

(Episode 2: Page 12)

Style number three: Pink/orange mixed bubbles

This is how we see Onyx talking for a good portion of the early comic. Their speech bubbles are a clean mix of Steven’s pink and Jasper’s orange. And most vitally, the color on the top and the tail signifies which of them is “fronting” at that moment.

(Episode 3: Page 11)

Style number four: White bubble with solid pink text

So far, this style has only been used to represent dialogue that is being spoken by Steven’s gem half exclusively. Which makes things very interesting, as in Steven’s own remembrances of shattering Jasper on the very first page of the comic, the line “I have been holding back!” is shown in this specific style, instead of the scribbly pink lettering that signifies internal discord.

There is one additional sub-style here- and this is the one moment where we get Onyx’s mixed bubble but WITH the solid pink text.

(Episode 3: Page 11)

I believe these two styles pretty much mean the same thing… only, the white/pink text is either viewed within memory or a metaphoric fusion mindscape where we the viewer are actually “seeing” Steven’s instability, and thus can “see” his gem half as a separate entity there. While, in reality, this is an argument Onyx is having with the disparate pieces of themself.

(Episode 4: Page 9)

Style number five: Pink/orange tye-dye mixed bubbles

When you see that darker shade of pink start dappling into the standard mixed bubbles, this indicates that there are small whispers of Onyx’s true personality beginning to surface, instead of them constantly being wrested back and forth between Steven and Jasper’s conscious control.

(Episode 4: Page 16)

Style number six: Pink/orange mixed bubbles, but with a darker pink tail

From this page onwards, Onyx’s speech bubbles always have their darker pink shading the tail no matter who is fronting. Sometimes there are little lines of another color etched out of it, and sometimes the tail is solid dark pink. I like to believe that when it’s solid, it means that Onyx is just a little closer to reaching a fully harmonious state than when it’s not.

(Episode 9: Page 6)

Style number seven: Onyx speech/thought bubbles with a hint of pink/orange underlying

This style seems to signify moments where it’s still Onyx fully in control of themself and their actions/words/thoughts, but they’re taking subtle influence from their components or accessing their memory a bit.

These are all of the distinct styles I have caught so far, but quite honestly, it would not surprise me if I am missing something. All of this to say… pay close attention to the speech bubbles. They can tell you a lot about Onyx’s state of mind throughout the story.

Now with all this established, I’d like to finish off this first post with my first big discussion point.

Question One: What does Jasper actually know about Steven’s “meltdown,” if anything?

The AU author recently solidified this comic’s placement in the SUF timeline in an ask response, saying that the first episode takes place just a week after Steven’s corruption event.

I’m glad this point was clarified, because it was super vital information which deeply influenced the way I analyzed Steven’s actions and responses in my recent re-read… it means this experience is still super raw for him. This is VERY important and we’ll get back to this in more depth later in future posts. But first, let’s explore what Jasper knows of this event.

The full extent of her knowledge is unclear-

(Episode 1: Page 6)

In Episode 1, Steven briefly alludes to his corruption as seen above… referring to it as “[his] meltdown.” Notably, Jasper does not seem to ask any questions about this stray comment. This COULD suggest that she knows what happened to him a week prior via hearsay, but given the context of the rest of the scene and the fact that she’s as isolated as she is out here I genuinely wonder if she thinks Steven’s so-described “meltdown” is his shattering of her.

This idea would make a good deal of sense, as she doesn’t start to make any commentary on the topic of corruption at all until they’re actually fused- with Steven bringing it up first.

(Episode 2: Page 14)

On this page, Steven takes note of Onyx’s very visible spikes (which are Overtly in the same placement as his own when he was corrupted), and initiates the musing upon his own corruption himself.

With the way Jasper phrases her response, the vibe I get is that she somehow gleans a bit of ambient shared knowledge about what happened to him through their fusion.

(Episode 2: Page 15)

“That human form you wear must have been hiding your markings.” This quote is SUPER vital. We’ll come back to this later on in this post series, too.

(Episode 2: Page 15)

It’s clear that Jasper doesn’t REALLY understand what he went through or what caused it, since she then outright mistakes the casual woes and body pains of organic life as corruption. (As seen above.)

(Episode 8: Page 4)

But later on, she outright relates to him over their shared experience of past corruption, so she must at least know enough from mere ambient thought-sharing by this point to recognize it happened.

It’s obvious that she’s barely scratched the surface on fully understanding her fusion partner, though. Neither of them have. It’s gonna take a lot of fusion, comedic mishaps, and genuine conversation to get there. All in good time, I’m sure.

Please do join me tomorrow at 7am PST for the next post in this series! This has been a blast to write up and muse upon.

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