#because of the timing and because…they’re really the only ones who have Visibly been allowed to see just how Awful this was for me and…

[void-tiger]

Oxytocin low. Send hugs.

[sakuravalenp]

- Thats... definetly not healthy - But it looks beautiful, doesn't it? - DC X DP

Inspired by this prompt, but a bit too far away from it to be a prompt fill (I think?). It's also more of a prompt as well, since I don't know how to continue it nor have the time to do so at the time.

So what if, instead of Danny being sent to find Jason because of Clockwork, he just notices the jewel because it looks really pretty… but in a deeply unhealthy way? Like how looking tubercular was considered fashionable in the Victorian era.

Set this in liminal Amity Park. Danny’s class is in Gotham for an event that Jason, Dick and Tim are attending too. I’m thinking, classical book convention: Lancer saw the opportunity to take his class on a field trip. Who cares if it’s in Gotham? They’re Amity Parkers. Jason of course wanted to go, there’s this section on old photos that caught Tim's attention, and Dick saw it as a sibling bonding opportunity, so it ended up being a 3 siblings bonding activity. 

The Amity kids are allowed to roam freely, and Danny, while walking with Sam and Tucker, suddenly spots Jason, the sight is so beautiful he has to stop, Sam and Tucker continuing to walk deep into one of their rants. 

Little jewels orbit Jason’s soul like a miniature planetary system, and Danny finds himself staring, mesmerized. He doesn’t realize how long he’s been staring until the trio approaches him, and the one with the shiny soul asks bluntly:

“Why are you staring?”

Danny, too used to Amity’s deep liminality, just assumes the guy knows what he looks like and made this aesthetic choice deliberately. So Danny, completely deadpan, responds:

“I mean, I have to ask how and why, obviously.” He gestures toward Jason’s chest. “I admit, it’s mesmerizing, but… doesn’t it hurt?”

Jason, utterly confused, opens his mouth to respond, only for someone else to beat him to it.

“What hurts?” Sam peeks over Danny’s shoulder, having finally noticed he’d stopped walking. “Whoa, that looks so cool! How’d you get it like that?”

“Cool?” Tucker says, appearing on Danny’s other side, squinting at Jason.. “I say it looks uncomfortable.”

“But you gotta admit the shining is quite captivating.” Danny responds. 

Tim and Dick squint at Jason, trying to see what the kids are seeing. Jason does not appreciate being talked about like he’s a museum exhibit, and he still has no idea what these kids are talking about. But before he can ask, the goth girl is calling another girl over, who gushes at him too, and then she calls over another group of teenagers.

Before the Waynes know what’s happening, an entire class has surrounded Jason, arguing about whether the weird, beautiful, thing they’re seeing is worth how visibly unhealthy it looks.

Dicks efforts to calm the teenage group is futile, and Jason is getting increasingly more frustrated, Dick is sure he’s close to sploding and he wants to avoid that. This outing was primarily for Jason. Tim, realizing there’s no use trying to question the teens yet, focuses on being an annoying little sibling and records Jason's slow descent into rage.

It isn’t until Lancer appears and scolds his class for the scene they’re making that the group is dissolved. Lancer apologizes with the three and makes Danny apologize as well since he obviously started all the mess. Danny thought that would be it, but now the bats want their answers.

[mellowyellow236]

How would the TWST boys act when they’re jealous?

This is Savanaclaw and Octovinelle's section- Link to Heartslabyul. All characters are meant to be interpreted as romantic. The reader is gender-neutral. There may be mild spoilers as to who overblots and other facts. Some of them might have Yandere tendencies, though nothing graphic or descriptive and always very mild, they’ll be marked with a ‘Y’ if they do. Mainly because sometimes the boys are calm and talk through their feelings… And sometimes they go down possessive insecurity-included spirals. If anyone has anything to add or any questions, please leave a reblog or comment! Requests are open if anyone wants. 

Savanaclaw: 

Leona Kingscholar - 

Leona gets jealous easily, but won’t often do anything about it. You’re his herbivore and you know it, don’t you? Just get back over here, and ignore them. 

But then one day you come home smelling like some dog. Maybe a member of his dorm? But he doesn’t care who. You smell like another man, Herbivore. What do you think you’re doing, huh? You have someone else all on you. 

Leona’ll give you his coat as soon as he sees you. Expect an arm around the waist and him not letting you go until you’ve both napped for a while. Seven help you if he wakes up and you still smell like some other guy. 

Herbivore, what kind of game are you playing? What, is he second place again? You’re just gonna leave him and go off to some mutt? Those pooches don’t deserve you. Do you think he doesn’t deserve you? Do you think someone else could do it better? Did you finally realize he doesn’t deserve you? 

How dare you. How dare you push him aside, like everyone else always has. Fine, then leave. Go ahead. If he’s only your second priority, just get out. Why are you even still here? He’s just a second prince who destroys everything he touches. Why are you still here? Are you really going to stay? Fine. You’re allowed to stay, but only for a bit. Get out within a couple of hours. But while you’re here, you better not leave his side. 

Ruggie Bucchi - 

Ruggie’s not visibly jealous easily- He’s used to having to share things, not that he likes it- But it’s pretty obvious if you know his tells. With his ears down, tail slightly between his legs, and almost frantic laughter.  

Oh, so you’re eating out with Ace and Duece now? But what about your old pal Ruggie? Doesn’t he deserve to get some “love,” too? Come on, Prefect! Just let him tag along, just for a little while! 

He promises he’ll pay you back somehow. Yeah, he doesn’t have money, but here’s a little bite of his food. Isn’t that just great? Isn’t that good enough? Isn’t that okay? What’s wrong, huh? Is he not good enough? 

Dontcha want to come over here and pet his ears and tail? He’ll let you. Come on, Jack’s fluffier, but Ruggie’s got- He’s got- Well, he’s gonna let you do it for longer. Besides, don’t you owe him? He gave you some food. You’ve gotta give him this. Why’s he asking? Isn’t it obvious? He’s justin tryin’ to lull you into givin’ him more in the future because you’re gonna think everything he wants back is sunshine and rainbows and yucky. Don’t go readin’ too much into it, ‘Kay? 

Besides, it’s gonna wash that stench off of you. If you’re petting him all the time, you’ll smell like him. That’ll get rid of all his problems… What, you heard nothing, Prefect. Just go along your merry way, he’ll be right behind you if that’s what you’re asking. 

Jack Howl - 

Jack knows what jealousy is. He knows what it feels like. He’s been jealous of other kids' toys when he was young, he’s been jealous of how much someone else can lift, and he’s been jealous of various other things over the years. What he isn’t prepared for is what it feels like when you’re jealous of someone’s time. When you’re jealous of their smile and their friends and their everything… And it’s not because you want it. It’s because you want them. 

He knows what he’s feeling. But that doesn’t stop him from feeling it all at once. It’s sort of like the world is caving in for that brief second that it’s Sebek who picks you up, Deuce who walks you home, and Leona’s room you stay in. He wants to be your priority- You are his priority- So when he feels like he isn’t and it’s horrible and terrible and he wants to cry for some odd reason… He knows what he’s feeling, but he can’t believe it. 

He’s not controlling. But, he is protective, especially once he’s jealous. He’ll try to win you back, showing off his physical capabilities and trying his best to make you believe that he can take care of you and help you and is definitely so much better than anyone else in your friend group and you should study in his room sometime so he can show you his cacti please just follow him and get away from that guy over there. 

He’s willing to talk it out afterward, especially if you’re dating. After all, this is a relationship he wants to work out, if a little jealousy will break you two there’s no point in it. But if you’re the one who he’s fighting against because you can’t respect a boundary- His is really just that you be mindful of physical affection with other guys- He will hesitate to break up with you… But there’s a chance that if the two of you are unwilling to compromise, it will come to that. He’s loyal, but rightful stubborn about his boundaries and always wants to think through things with his future in mind.

But if you’re willing to hear him out, and listen to his boundaries and needs- Respect goes both ways and now you’ve got yourself a protective guard dog ready to save you from whatever fool decided to try and break his trust in you. 

Octavinelle: 

Azul Ashengrotto - 

Azul gets jealous easily. He knows he’s inadequate. He knows it so, so well… So why did he let himself think this time would be different? He thought you actually liked him. He thought you loved him, maybe, even, if he was truly, foolishly hoping for it. Like an idiot. Because there you were, across the room, with someone else holding your waist. 

Why did they get to? How come they’re the one that gets to be with you, that gets to be running their fingers down your back and leaning over to whisper something in your ear? How come it can’t be Azul? How come? 

He’s falling apart without you. Even as he takes you away, even as he brings you to the VIP room, even as he gets to be the only one to lay eyes on you for a brief moment, those horrible feelings still drum under his skin, growing stronger the more you claim nothing was wrong. 

Why? Why wasn’t he good enough? Was he not handsome enough? Was he too fat? Was his human form not appealing enough? He can change it. He can edit his form on land. He can make sure he never goes back to being that stupid, chubby, silly octopus he’s sure is the reason you were with the other guy. Please. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. You, maybe. Why wasn’t he enough? 

Even as you hug him and tell him it’s not like that, he can’t bear it. He can’t. He just wants your eyes on him, is that too much to ask? Please, don’t look away. Don’t let someone else touch you like that. Please, just… Please. Don’t let him go. 

Jade Leech - Y 

Oh, there’s a student with you? You’re having dinner with them in the Monstro lounge? You’re all alone with him…? :) 

Very sorry, but could you please step aside for a moment, Prefect? Jade has something he needs to do for a moment. The issue with that boy, if he could even be called that, coming into his territory will soon be resolved. 

What’s his territory? Well, there’s no reason for you to be concerned about it. Just rest a little, he’ll join you in the VIP room soon. You’ll be far away from any other customers… As you should be. You’re far above them. 

Hm? What do you mean? Is Azul conducting a contract there? Oh, silly him, he must have forgotten. That’s quite alright. He knows it’s not like him, but you won’t fault him for one mistake, will you? That would be quite cruel, dear. How cold of you… But maybe how warm, to be so worried over him. Don’t panic at all, he’s merely tired. But thank you for that, it provides some… Validation for him. 

You can just go up to Jade’s bedroom instead! There should be no one up there to disturb you, except for once he’s off shift. Yes, he knows it ends soon, but there’s still always a little bit of work to be done, even if it’s only some additional… Cleanup. And afterward, you can rest with him. You were just worried about him, weren’t you? If you weren’t lying about the fact you care for him, wouldn’t you do it? Come on, Prefect. 

Floyd Leech - Y 

Whenever I do one of these, I start Floyd’s section by saying, “Oh no!” So this time, I’ll switch it up slightly. Uh oh, you’re screwed. 

Whether or not Floyd was in a good mood before this, he’s now in a bad one. Sliding up next to you and asking you who you were talking with, putting an arm around your waist and squeezing you close. He’s not easy to calm down, but given affection and after you clear up any misunderstanding, he’ll just need a clingy shrimpy for a couple of days to match his pouty mood. 

But if it was someone genuinely coming onto you… And he doesn’t see you tear them apart right there… He’ll be the one to do it. He’s not afraid to throw a punch or two. Or more. Or a kick. He needs to protect you, what if he doesn’t? What if some little tiny fishy comes to take his shrimpy away? He’s just protecting you. Just trust him, don’t worry about anything else. 

At the end of the day, he’s an eel, and he’ll stop anyone who gets too close to his territory. Well, that’s what you signed up for, right? Maybe a few acquaintances will end up with some more bites, maybe you’ll end up with some more bites, but you’ll be fine. Probably. 

[princessbrunette]

we’ve talked about stepbro!rafe but what about stepbro!jj… 🤭🤭

i read this request whilst tipsy and giggled sm because oh my GOD

so let’s say jj’s dad kind of gets his act together, gets help or whatever— still an asshole, but not so awful anymore. jj’s relationship with him is still totally up in the air, but atleast he’s not a danger to himself or others anymore. he meets your mother, sad and recently single — and they become inseparable.

they’re great — really, JJ wasn’t the most trusting of this relationship at first, worried it would go up in flames and he’d have to pick up the pieces when his dad eventually spirals — but it seems they’re pretty good for eachother. he’d even go as far to say your mother brought the best out of his old man.

but that wasn’t really what he was focused on.

they moved in together pretty fast, and along with your mother — came you. god, so pretty — totally his type, like if he’d seen you at one of the pogue parties on the beach, he’d be all over you. sweet, in that girl next door way, cute smile, innocent. he feels sick.

where it was discussed before in my stepbro!rafe post, rafe has very little worry regarding the morality of the situation, happy to take you under his wing and bend you to his will. jj however, is just… better than that. he knows it’s wrong, recognises how fucked up it would be — but it doesn’t stop him from feeling a type of way toward you.

he tried to sister-zone you, ruffling you on your head and pinching your cheek and treating you the way he would a regular little sister — but that only made him feel worse, because he couldn’t stop the burning attraction he felt toward you bubbling in his gut like something that had been left on the stove for too long, steam clogging his brain.

you just seemed so oblivious to his constant battle, and if you weren’t so naive he’d think you were doing it on purpose. you always stood too close when you spoke to him, and he’d have to press his lips together in restraint at the way you’d look up at him through your lashes, big doe eyes melting the ice around his heart. sometimes you’d go as far as to touch his chest absentmindedly, and he’d think about how it would look to a bystander, his little step sister all over him like this, practically touching him up. god, it was wrong— but it made him so hard.

you didn’t seem to worry about how wrong it would look when you’d steal his t-shirts to sleep in, or kiss him on the cheek before he leaves to run around with his friends for the day. your parents were none the wiser, just happy to see the two of you were getting along. you’d even begged him to let you hang out with the pogues, and he couldn’t say no to you, so of course he allowed you — only to immediately regret his choice when he had to spend the day with you bouncing around in your little bikini, tits pressed to his side when you’d hug him, outline of your chubby cunt visible through the white bikini bottoms when you’d come out the water. he was visibly disgusted when he went home and jerked off that night. came a bunch of times, though.

the straw that broke the camels back was when he’d heard this… pathetic whining sound from your room, and being the great guy he was thought maybe you were injured or sad— only to find you, who thought you’d been home alone, face down on the bed, naked from the waist down, grinding your glossy pussy against a pillow. he was wrecked.

he begged himself to walk away, leave the room and you’d never know. hell, go be a pervert and jerk off over it in your room, you’ve seen enough — but he couldn’t, not whilst the opportunity was just presenting itself to him like this. he even had the audacity to hope you secretly knew he was home, and was hoping he’d find you. jj being jj chooses to awkwardly clear his throat, scrunching his face as you yelp, scrambling on the sheets to cover your dignity. there was no point covering yourself now however, the image of your pretty pussy was burned into his retinas, haunting him every time he blinked like someone had tattooed the sight to the inside of his eyelids as some kind of sick prank.

“hey, uh—” he starts, cringing at himself already. you fire off into a barrage of apologies, face all hot and tears at the ready.

“jayj, i had no idea you were home! i’m — i’m so sorry you had to see that i’ve just been so — so frustrated lately and needed to —”

he nods, scratching his cheek and comes to sit by you on the bed.

“you uh— you don’t have to apologise. i was gonna ask if you… need any help.”

once these things start, it’s hard to wrap them up. easy to let them go too far. that’s how you end up with his face between your legs, and then clenching around his fingers, and then shockingly— cumming around his cock. he’d had plenty of experience fucking, he messed with lots of girls in the past— but the way his heart swelled each time you whined his name, the way tears would slip from your eyes when you came, this was different. more intimate, shit— the L word even sprung to mind a few times.

he came all over your tummy, and even cleaned you up afterwards because you were too sleepy. once everything died down that guilt returned, biting at the inside of his abdomen and clawing around his throat as he stares at your ceiling, your warm body snuggling into him, breathing softly into his neck. he thinks he might have a heart attack when you sleepily mumble “y’such a good big brother jayj, thanks for lookin’ after me.”

he must be sick, perverted. especially because he knew he would be doing it again.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Do they collect anything?

Blast, of course, collects the mysterious cubes. It’s a hobby and interest of his, as established in canon. However, I think Blast has a very strong interest in finding and collecting anything else mysterious, weird, or unknown. He likes the things that are unknown, but he also understands that they might be dangerous, which is another big reason for him to want to ‘collect’ them. He doesn’t want them to hurt innocent civilians but at the same time, he’s also interested in them because of his own curiosity. They’re puzzles to him and Blast enjoys a good puzzle. On top of that hobby of his and ‘collection’ of his, Blast seems to ‘collect’ the strong. His presence seems to draw the strong to him, which Blast has no problem with!

Tatsumaki can be a proud one. Nowhere else is her vanity more shown than her little collection, though it’s not a collection that is well-known to almost everyone. There aren’t many people who get close enough to Tatsumaki to be allowed to see within her personal spaces, which is where she stores her collection. She collects her own merchandise. It reminds her how proud she deserves to be and she loves the visible proof of how strong, terrifying, and adored as a hero she is. Given how important her sister is to Tatsumaki and how much Tatsumaki does love Fubuki, she also collects each and every piece of merchandise for her sister that she can get her hands on.

Kamikaze collects the usual thing that most would expect him to collect. That is, of course, that he collects swords. He doesn’t just collect any old sword, of course. That would defeat the purpose and he sees no point in just picking up any old hunk of metal in a sword shape. He collects any swords that are unique in nature, shape, structure, etc. The really beautiful ones he displays as one might display a spectacular piece of art because that is indeed what they are to him. During his younger and cockier (if that’s even a possibility) days, Kamikaze would also have a tendency to collect the swords of his defeated opponents, as one might collect spoils of war. However, he also has a more mundane, everyday kind of collection. Kamikaze is the type who just kind of collects wet wipes, the ones that restaurants give out with meals, the little prepackaged ones. It wasn’t even meant to be a collection. He just always takes a couple, more than he uses, and he never throws them out because he feels like they’ll come in useful. It’s at the point where he’s got enough to last him for a couple years, using one several times a day, but he still can’t bring himself to throw them out.

Bofoi collects technology. He’s been doing so for ages. He’s always collecting the newest technology and gets especially excited over technology that he isn’t fluent with or things that he hasn’t ever seen before. They become obsessions for him and, once he has them in his grasp, he can’t stop himself. He pushes past his limits; he stays up for days at a time. He stops remembering to eat, doesn’t think about his hygiene. Everything, and I do mean everything for Bofoi is now contained in this new and unknown piece of technology, until he has it figured out and mastered. It’s obsession to a complete and unhealthy level. He doesn’t throw out any of his collection once he does figure them out though, not only because they can be very useful, but because he likes looking at them. He likes remembering them, how he discovered or came across them, the long hours he enjoyed with them as he cracked the secrets behind them. Just looking at or holding them brings him back to moments in his life that were precious to him and to discard any of his collection would impact him emotionally, quite an unusual thing for Bofoi, who typically doesn’t get that emotionally attached to ‘things’.

King collects video games. While he definitely collects specific games because he’s really in love with them or the franchise they’re a part of, he also collects video games he’s never heard of or ones from varying genres that he finds for a good price. He picks up a lot of games from pawn shops, thrift stores, and yard sales because he can find them for amazing prices and he’ll grab what looks good to him, and then he just picks five at random that he’s never heard of and knows nothing about. He finds it’s a good way to diversify his gaming experience, for one, and helps him become a better-rounded gamer. Because of this collection of his, King also tends to collect video game consoles. He has his mainstays that he uses all the time, but he also has an impressive collection of retro gaming consoles, like the Atari, Nintendo, Nintendo 64, Sega Genesis, as well as discontinued consoles like the Nintendo Wii and PS Vita.

Pig God collects menus. Not only does he collect the regular take-out menus from the places he likes to eat at, but he collects special menus as well. He prints off and makes nice menus from restaurants that he one daydreams of eating at or that are famous for some reason, from the mundane mom and pop type restaurants to the Michelin star rated restaurants that do full eleven-course meals. For restaurants that he’s been to that aren’t his normal ones, where he’s been really impressed with the chef’s food, on top of tipping exceptionally good, he requests and offers to pay for a copy of the place’s menu to add to his collection. He especially does this for places where he’s gone with people he considers his ‘friends’ or people he considers important to him, because the menus will bring up such pleasant memories of them all eating together.

Flashy Flash doesn’t put a lot of emphasis on things. He doesn’t need a lot of material things in his life to be happy and he tends to be pretty minimalistic in both his living spaces and in the way he lives his life. Because of this, he doesn’t have a particular collection. It’s just incompatible with how he likes to live. He has tried, but it just ends up with him giving away or throwing away the collection he has built up, because it’s simply become clutter to him.

Genos doesn’t have anything he currently collects. There’s not a lot of extra space in the apartment, for one thing, and there’s nothing that he’s really, really into to the point where he feels the need to find even the unused space in a corner to really collect that thing, even in a small way. There’s definitely things Genos is interested in, things he adores and wants, things he likes, but none of them are what you would call a collection. This wasn’t always the case though. When he was a kid, Genos would collect both hero merchandise of a hero he’d really liked but his biggest collection was fridge magnets. His parents fridge was absolutely covered in them. He doesn’t remember exactly why he liked them so much or why they were so important to him. There was just something about them his little four-year-old self loved and that’s when his collection started. He kept finding them and getting them for himself when one amused him or he liked the looks of it, but a lot of them were gifts from others who had learned of his little ‘collection’.

Puri-Puri collects people. To be more specific, he collects people, mostly men, that he considers to be attractive. For men he considers handsome, whether they be criminals, other prisoners, or even some heroes, if he can beat them or sway them to stay by his side by choice, he collects them to add to his personal harem, something he’s always wanted since he was young. Monogamy has never been a thing for Puri-Puri; he’s someone who needs romantic variety so that harem is something he considers to be more worthwhile than just about anything. In return for those people being added to his harem, Puri-Puri will go out of his way to protect them and take care of them, so it’s not entirely one-sided. However, as mentioned, it’s not exclusively males. I just think Puri-Puri likes to surround himself with people who are physically pleasing to him and he will have collected a few female or nonbinary individuals whose looks and aesthetics are very pleasing to him, who will be, in actuality, his friends, but in his words are part of his ‘collection.’ He’s always really enthused to add to his collection and is always on the lookout for new examples of beauty.

[gm--requests]

POSSIBLE WIP! CEO!Hyuka

warnings - Dom! HueningKai, Fat!y/n <3, implied power dynamics

words - 871

request - closed                     inbox thirsts: open 

plus size reader :) 

an: this is just a wip, i wanted to know if anyone would be interested? i'm living and breathing hyuka these days (especially w this comeback), so please lmk it is of interest.

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Ceo Hyuka! Who gets a new secretary and is genuinely upset about it at first, and because of his scary exterior and cold gazes, she just does as she is told to do.

Really, she is extremely helpful and proactive and as time goes on and they begin spending late nights in the office together he begins to realize that he is developing some kind of feelings towards her. 

Each day that passes by he becomes more fascinated with her, more enamored… he eventually becomes fixated on her soft and round body. He begins finding reasons and ways to press up against her, feeling her soft body only making him more crazed

Every day you wore business-appropriate attire, but it was the way the pencil skirts hugged against your tummy, the outline visible, and the way you tucked your shirts at the waist so it was harder to see the tiny muffin top you were creating with the tight skirt. Not to mention the way your tiddies were sitting in your slightly unbuttoned blouse. 

One night, after almost a month of late-night shifts, you began bringing and wearing more comfortable attire. This of course was only because your boss encouraged it. He promised to do it as well, but kept “coincidentally” forgetting his change of clothes each day. Claiming that it had just slipped his mind since it was a new and random addition to his morning routine, and after a while, you just gave up, but you didn’t stop doing it yourself. It was nice to feel comfortable while working hard to reorganize 100s of files that we are actively being added to. It was an estimated workload of 4 months, you were both hoping to bring it down to 3, if not less. Comfy clothes were a must. 

This is when hyuka! Began to crumble. Your cute, fat body in pajama pants that hugged your waist and stomach, almost accentuating the roundness. His hands ached with the need to grab at it, sink his fingers into the flesh. The strappy tank top you had paired with it wasn’t helping. So immersed in work that you couldn’t be bothered to care about or think of hiding your tummy in any way. Your tiny muffin top is proudly on display. And on top of that, no bra. If he wasn’t so painfully aware of the hellish work laid before him, he would have thought that he was in heaven. 

He watches this go on for 3 agonizing weeks before he finally loses his cool. 

“y/n,” he says from his desk seat, his eyes meeting yours easily over the tall computer monitors. 

“Yes sir?” you turn towards him curiously. 

“Your clothes.” 

He says it as if you should already know what he means. You don’t. 

“Hmm?”

His expression shifts to subtle annoyance as he repeats himself, “Your clothes.” 

This time you just stare at him, allowing the confusion to rest on your features. He huffed and rolled his eyes, a small blush on his face. 

“They’re distracting me. I know I said that you could wear them, but I think I may have to retract my statement. I apologize.” 

“I- I don’t understand sir,” you begin, “I’ve been wearing things like this since the very first time I agreed to wear comfortable clothes.” Normally you would never get even remotely upset about something like that, but after the long hours… and with your more relaxing attire having been your comfort as you were drowning in the files; his change in leniency felt almost offensive. 

His blush deepens and his eyebrows furrow as he starts to seem a bit angry, “I understand that. And in full transparency, it was just as distracting then, but I respected the fact that I should just be a man and allow you this one luxury while you work overtime out of the kindness of your heart and not because you have to…but God, I can’t take it anymore!” 

Hyuka! Stands up from his desk, slamming his hands down in frustration. His outburst scares you a bit, but not enough to keep you from standing your ground. 

“How is a tank top and a pair of pajama pants so distracting all of the sudden?” 

In an instant, he decided that he would just show you all of the thoughts that were plaguing his mind. So, he walked around his desk in long strides. Before you could back up, he was standing in front of you. His big body is drowning your small round one. Hyuka’s! Large hands come to your shoulders as he quickly spins you around. When your back is facing his front, he brings his big hands to your stomach and grabs it roughly, pulling you to him. 

Hyuka! Hunches over you, squeezing your fat while pressing you against him. You work hard to distract yourself from the feeling of his hardened length pressing into the top of your ass. His breath comes out labored, but all he’s done is grab at you. 

“This.” He says matter of factly, “This is what is so distracting. I can see your soft fucking body and all I want to do is eat you up like a lil dumpling.”

[livvidaloca]

what!? liv made human designs for the watterson family again!? yes, she did, and here’s her train of thought for these under the cut:

so, these are actually for my fic that i’m writing on ao3 in which gumball finds himself transported to another universe in which everyone is a human after the events of the inquisition. this is why there’s very few animal traits on any of them, or magically colored anime hair. i wanted them to look like people who could exist and walk around.

in this, nicole is blasian and richard is a white latino (with frankie being white non-latino and jojo being latina). (also these headcanons were based on a lot of convos with some of my friends back in the day, i don’t remember anyone’s reasonings for these but they’ve been true for so long in my brain) gumball and anais are mixed, and i tried to nod to gumball taking more after nicole and anais taking more after richard without making them carbon copies. and then darwin of course is black thats just canon

as for their designs themselves, i’ll start with nicole. i tried to make her look decently muscular (although the simplistic style i used doesn’t exactly show it off). her blue bandana and shoes are obviously a nod to her canon design, so she doesn’t look like an entirely different character. as for her hairstyle i looked into relatively low-maintenance styles, since she’s a busy woman! and her hair is starting to gray from all that STRESS!

richard’s design is the most straightforward, yet it took me the longest because i was never satisfied with how it was turning out. i’m still not sure if i’m crazy about it. all i know is that i was dead set on making him bald, since there’s literally a whole episode about that. I didn’t commit all the way because the design without any hair was making me lose my mind. i gave him some freckles as a nod to his whiskers because they’re a lot more prominent than nicole’s (which is why she doesn’t have any). this also translated to gumball’s design. also, how could i ignore the obvious choice and not give him pink bunny slippers!? it fits him so well!

gumball was fairly easy for me, because i kinda always have human designs for him in mind. i always give him those blue sneakers because duh, and i always give him dyed-blue hair that he visibly doesn’t maintain. i always had this human-version-only headcanon that gumball BEGGED to dye his hair for the longest time, and nicole finally allowed it on the condition that he’d keep up with it on his own. he didn’t. classic gumball

darwin’s design is also usually an easy one for me. big orange hoodie, green shorts and sneakers. this time i also made the decision to have his hair tied up to resemble his little fin. it’s not really visible with their clothes and stuff blocking the original sketch, but i also tried to make his legs a little bit lankier than gumball’s, just to make them appear longer like they are in the show.

as for anais, i always have trouble nailing the design without it looking like a completely different character. i cant dye her hair pink, because she’s supposed to be four, but i also can’t give her pink shoes, because she’s of course the only one who actually has shoes! then i remembered ribbons and my day was saved. still not sure if i’m completely sold on her design yet, though. i think she looks a little older than four.

anyways, i’m planning on doing other designs like these with other characters! let me know if you’re interested. as for that fic, here’s the link:

[mandragoreos]

A misconception I see often in the Mouthwashing Fandom

Daisuke & Swansea did nothing

I’ve been seeing many posts regarding this topic and it really confuses me on how it’s spread…

SPOILERS AHEAD

Let’s get sweet baby boy out of the way, Daisuke.

Daisuke is the youngest of the Tulpar crew, scene often by Swansea’s side, they are a joint package do not separate (I don’t mean as a ship)

In my honest opinion, I doubt Daisuke knew ANYTHING about what happened to Anya, we have to take the narrative were given with a grain of salt since most of it is through Jimmy’s eyes, but something we can take out of it is Daisuke’s death.

Daisuke before he dies is told to close his eyes, eyes seem to be a very important part of Mouthwashing and the narrative, Curly has one eye visible, Swansea loses an eye and Daisuke is told to close his eyes

With him being the youngest, and the crew looking to him as “the baby” or “kiddo”

Like what children do when scared or are exposed to something they aren’t supposed to see, they’re told to close their eyes, to preserve their innocence

Because of this I don’t think Daisuke knew anything regarding Anya’s situation, we see her tell two people. Curly and Swansea

Why do I think Swansea DID something?

There’s many instances where I believe Swansea was on Anya’s side

1st when the two are talking in the cockpit. Jimmy find the two, almost talking in secrecy, the cockpit being one of the few places that has a lock, a safe place for Anya to be vulnerable, to let someone in.

She allowed herself to be vulnerable with Curly in this room and here she is doing the same with Swansea, there conversation is cut short when Jimmy enters the room. Anya quick to barely utter a word while Swansea stares him down, ax in hand, arms crossed. His body language is guarded. Each time Jimmy talks, Swansea is quick to shut him down, brush him off, dismissing him just as Jimmy does Anya.

2nd instance I feel Swansea did something is after Daisuke and Anya’s death. Swansea is ENRAGED, chasing Jimmy down with an ax while he’s locked away in the cockpit, breaking in even

Some would argue that Swansea only cared for Daisuke, but I don’t think that’s true, he comes off as abrasive and intimidating, but let’s keep in mind too. Swansea is a father who cares deeply for his kids, with Anya and Daisuke being younger than him, probably the same age as his children, the two having moments of nativity, seeking guidance from him, Swansea probably saw his kids in the two.

In each scene with the Tulpar crew, Swansea is shown close to both of them, Jimmy almost isolated or in his own corner

Those are my thoughts so far, there’s definitely a lot more I could add but I’m unfortunately drawing a blank. Please feel free to give your thoughts and opinions on this though!

[lambsonburn]

TAG Analysis - Ep I (first minute)

To preface, this analysis will be very, VERY long because I simply can’t help myself. It also may very well be in parts.

With the length of it, I’ll put a read more thing (or hope I have, I’ve never used the feature before) so it’s not a massive block of text for people to scroll past :)

For starters, the opening scene of the show is crafted so beautifully. Firstly, we the audience see the danger before we see who in danger. Even though this is such a simple, subtle thing, it’s so effective because this is the perfect way to define what the show is and what it’s about - daring rescues of those in situations which in our world would seem near impossible to aid, which just adds to the heroics of IR.

Furthermore, the way the characters are introduced is incredible. As with before, we hear the man’s voice before we see him - creating a similar effect as to previous. But he is presented in such a way that leads our eyes up his form and to his head because we know that he is the one making the SOS which makes the sudden interruption of the child so much better. It’s an “oh shit he’s not alone” type reaction, even though the child is very visible next to him. Also the way they are positioned in the balloon, how it’s at an angle, makes the father falling out seem almost inevitable. Plus, the idea to give them hats makes the scene even better because the act of them falling off and out of shot just adds to the tension.

As a quick little side piece, the use of music is fab. I would go more in-depth about the music if I could but I’m not very well music versed being an art kid; that and it’s been a few years since I last played clarinet so some things are a little vaguer now. To begin, the music in the first 20 seconds - it’s in a repeating pattern, three times up once down twice in a row. Then it goes to a lower register when the father begins to speak which not only allows us to hear him much clearer but also adds to the danger of the scene. Then after he climbs back in it begins to crescendo upwards before including a motif (that I’m pretty sure is used in other episodes) but sounds more heroic-y (I think it shifts to major key but I’m not sure).

The arrival of TB2 from the clouds is so well done, my god. Not only is how it appears so well handled, but the music that accompanies it too. Its presence in the scene is so well crafted. The balloon is to the side, still swaying out of control as to still elicit the danger, but the camera is zooming out. This makes the balloon seem smaller so that when TB2 appears it looks, frankly, fucking huge. What’s even better is that we hear then see it. We hear its engines so clearly that it cuts through the music. We can’t see it but we know where it will appear because the balloon is kept to one side of the screen. The music when it appears is also handled so well. Instead of the faster, scaling initial notes, they’re now much more drawn out. Yes these notes are still scaling upwards, but instead being fear-inducing it leans towards heroism especially with what I think is a gong 34/35 seconds into the ep which really just adds to the feel (it’s uplifting!!). And after, it goes into one of the main motifs played when on rescues. And then it changes AGAIN!!! Just as he grabs the child, it picks up - it gets faster. Nothing has happened but you know that something will. Also the wide shot at 48s initially doesn’t appear to furthering the story, but what it does do is further dramatise the danger. Simply “look, we’re 10,000 ft in the air. There is nothing around us.” You see this openness and you know that that man will fall and he does. And just before we get the drama… BAM intro sequence. It builds so much suspense because you know what’s happening, you know someone’s life is at stake but you have to wait through an incredible cool intro sequence to find out what happens.

Probably leave here for now, at least for an hour or so before I come back to it.

[pepperangers]

am I the only one who hcs the dino charge rex zord as being female?

ABSOLUTELY NOT!! FEMALE REXY AND HER RED SON TYLER NATION RISE!! you can’t look me in the eye and tell me that strong independent zord is a man

*

some rexy and tyler (+ some general) headcanons because i love them and they’re one of the strongest bonds between ranger and zord as far as im concerned

- the dino charge morph itself is unique because the zords and the blasters were made by the Power to be a pair. when the rangers morph, the dinosaur “bites” that facilitate their transformations are the zords channeling their power through their respective ranger’s Presence in the grid, using their Connection directly to maintain the morph

- the dino charge rangers have a certain energy about them because of this Connection (not really noticeable if you don’t look too closely, but once you see it you can’t not). the zords reveal themselves to their rangers as spirit-like apparitions of their dinosaur form that are tethered to their soul, like a familiar, only visible to those who have similar Connections. to an outside perspective, it can feel like there’s an untouchable air around the rangers, the zords’ subtle form of protection while not physically with them; people are more wary about approaching them with bad intentions

- rexy is the leader of the zords just as her ranger leads the team. she is strong, intuitive and adaptable and incredibly adept in her Connection with the grid. she has known tyler would be hers since the day he first picked up a book about dinosaurs and decided t-rexes were his favourite. the Power is mystical and ancient, and all potential rangers are born with the potential to tap into the grid, most just dont know to access it until they’re able to use their morphers to channel the energy to do so. rexy has been with tyler Always; she did not mind being labelled an “imaginary friend” to begin with. she watched as he played and learned and grew. she stood strong through his doubts of her presence as he grew older, revelled in his acceptance of her being there. he has always known of and confided in her. he was her friend, her ranger, Hers. she guided him on his search for his father and then to the cave and ensured he ran into her sister zords’ Pink counterpart. when he bonded with the red energem and their connection snapped into place, she wove the threads of their souls together so tightly they could never be separated, now or then or ever. when tyler morphed for the first time she rejoiced, binding confirmation he was hers for all to see, and when he called to her for the first time she was greeted as an old friend

- while it’s possible for the zords’ “soul forms” to stray from their rangers, rexy and tyler tend to stick together as they always have. many museum guests have heard him seemingly talking to himself, so he’s taken to wearing headphones and most people assume he’s on the phone

- the Connections between ranger and zord are present within all the teams’ minds, but their Connections to their own zords are the strongest; the rest just being colours they’re vaguely aware of

- rexy helped tyler step up as the leader of a team that had functioned without a Red for so long, no matter how small. as the team grew they supported eachother, allowing tyler to make judgement calls and give orders knowing someone had his back

- rexy is unsure of tyler’s father and his intentions. she made sure to be wary of him as he re-entered tyler’s life. she supported tyler in his journey to find him, but that doesn’t mean she has to like the guy yet.

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i just love this concept a lot okay

[grandlinedreams]

Hi, I hope you’re having a beautiful day!

I was wondering, if it appeals to you, could we possibly get a Law reunion with reader on Zou? ✨

But when they’re reunited it’s alone/away from the rest of the crew (for fluffiness reasons hehe). Definitely still canon that Law went to Dressrosa alone so maaaybe a little bit of reader angst at that (not being allowed to go with him etc) which then leads to confessed feelings/fluff when they are reunited idk I’m sure it’ll be amazing however you interpret it! I‘m a sucker for a separated/reunited trope urgh 😭✨

OH YES we love reunited fics in this house 🥺😤 I hope that I can do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: Dressrosa spoilers, Zhou spoilers, fluff, comfort!]

There's still no sign of them.

Perched as close to the edge as you dare to go, you peer at the sheer drop below, the mist that clings to Zunesha's legs like a second skin and makes true visibility nigh impossible.

"Come on," you mumble to yourself, willing there to be a sign of movement, a faint whisper of voices on the wind ㅡ and sigh when you hear nothing but the distant roar of ocean. "Where are you guys?"

The part of you that's rooted in logic knows that you're being impatient, that you need to have more faith in Law's abilities, as well as Luffy and the others ㅡ but the bigger part of you is a mixture of anger and worry the longer you go without a sign of them.

"Let me go with you to Dressrosa. I can help!" Eyes narrowed, you glare at Law who stares back impassively.

"No. Someone needs to go ahead with the crew to Zhou."

Your teeth clench, biting back the steady rise of frustration. "Why? The crew is perfectly capable of making it themselves, you know that. They're not idiots."

Law's eyes flash, flicker of genuine anger to clash with yours. "Why are you being so difficult about this?"

"Because you're being an idiot," you hiss, "going to Dressrosa alone is suicide, Law."

"I'm not going alone. Strawhatㅡ"

"If they're going, then why can't I?"

"Because I said no, damn it!" Law snaps, voice sharp. "You're going to Zhou, [Name]. End of discussion."

Hurt and fury war quietly in the way you look at him. "Fine."

The memory of it still leaves a sour taste in your mouth, even more for the fact that it'd been the last time you'd spoken to him ㅡ and ended on such a bitter note.

"Don't die on me, you idiot," you mutter, pressing the heels of your palms to eyes hard enough for supernovas to burst behind your closed lids. "Hurry up and get here."

Giving the ocean one last hopeful glance, you turn, heading back to rejoin the others.

ㅡ

"Welcome back, Captain!"

From your perch in a low laying tree branch, you watch as Bepo, Shachi and Penguin dart towards Law, relieved to have him back in one piece.

You are too, of course ㅡ but you curl your fingers against the branch, looking away when Law's head lifts.

You don't want to talk to him. (You do.)

You're still angry with him. (You're not.)

You slip from the branch and dust yourself off before you slink off, disappearing further into the dense foliage.

It doesn't take long for Law to find you. He's perhaps the only one who knows you this well, maybe even better than you know yourself at times.

"It's dangerous to roam around on your own," he says, watches as you tense for a moment before you relax, attention on the plant in front of you rather than him.

"Haven't found trouble yet." You stroke your fingers along a broad, bright green leaf before you turn, guilt gnawing viciously at your insides. "I...shouldn't have talked to you the way I did. And..."

You really shouldn't have ㅡ your own feelings aside, anyone else would've called your attitude insubordination, because Law is your captain.

"It's fine. You meant well." Law hesitates, studying you and the way you'd trailed off before he prompts gently, "And?"

You give him an unreadable look before you approach slowly, trying to keep from shying away. You could simply walk past him, rejoin the others because you can still hear them, and they'll wonder where the two of you wandered off to soon ㅡ but you don't.

Law freezes when you press against him, hyperaware of the wind of your arms against his back ㅡ foreign, but not entirely unwelcome.

"I'm sorry about this too," you say when he remains frozen, though when you move to pull away, his arms come up to stop you.

"It's fine."

You wait a beat before you press your forehead against his chest. "I should still be mad at you for making me worry. But that's also Luffy's fault, I'd assume."

Law hums. "And are you?"

You shake your head. "No."

A small smile tugs at Law's lips. "Good."

"We're going to Wano after this, yeah?" A hum of confirmation. "We should probably go back to the others before they suspect something is up."

Law's grip tightens. "In a minute," he says, leans so that his head rests atop yours. "...let me hold you a little longer."

It's not a confession from either of you, not really ㅡ but it's a start.

[bots-and-cons]

Hiii! I haven't been requesting anything from you for ages! But here I am with angst request.

Basically how would Wheeljack, Breakdown and Predaking react to their favorite teenage human, who always was seen as that ball of sunshine always smiled or laughed whenever they were near them, or kept them cheered up after failed missions. Just to see that readed slowly starts to lose that shining personality fading into the quiet, low self-esteem shadow of themself, no more laughs and cheering up yk. And just one day never coming to base and finding out from Kids that the reader just permanently moved out far away from Jasper Nevada without any explaination with no saying goodbyes, or answering any calls.

You're always allowed to just simply not write that request if it's too uncomfortable for you.

Don't force yourself into writing that request fast take your time! And I hope you have a nice day or afternoon or night!

Baiii.｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

A/N: Nice to have you back :D I decided to do HCs for this, since it’s always the easier way and I just felt like it fit this better than scenarios, because of the longer time frame. Also, platonic since you asked for the reader to be a teenager. This ended up kinda angsty, but I’m not really surprised given what you asked for. Sorry I cut out Breakdown, seems to have become a bad habit of mine lately

~Predaking~

•Predaking was very protective of you from the very beginning, because you showed him kindness even when he wasn’t quite sentient yet and ever since he transformed for the first time too

•Also he doesn’t really have any actual hatred for humans

•Sure he thinks they’re inferior and weak, but that’s more like pity than hatred

•Anyway, that doesn’t really apply to you, because he actually knows you, so you’re like a whole different thing from the rest of humanity

•You were always so bright and even when your light started to dim, you were still always kind to him and the others

•You started getting quieter and visibly less joyful

•Predaking of course took note of this, because all he’s ever known you to be is a happy, bright, joyful person, so the change is pretty drastic in the end

•It happens gradually, you start talking less and less, and when you did, you always seemed tired and not really interested

•Predaking doesn’t really know what to do about it, because his emotional skills are not very well developed yet, you can’t really learn that kind of stuff from a database after all

•He thought maybe he should let you be, because he didn’t want to make you feel worse

•Eventually you started coming to the Nemesis less and less, before you finally stopped all together

•Predaking tried to get in contact with you after he didn’t hear from you for a week, he asked Soundwave to locate you

•He refused, because he had more important things to do apparently, so Preadaking wasn’t really left with many choices with how to get in contact with you

•Actually he was left with just one, he decided to go to where you lived

•He just landed in the middle of the street and looked in your window

•There were no curtains and he could see that the room was totally empty

•You were gone, you’d left and he had no idea where you’d gone

•Predaking tried but he could never find you, you were gone and there was this odd emptiness in his chest

•He’d lost his best and only friend and he now regretted that he never said anything to you when he noticed you deteriorating

~Wheeljack~

•Jackie didn’t really notice it at the time, but you were going downhill at a steady pace

•When he started thinking back on it after you left, he had seen you getting worse, but there had been so many things going on he hadn’t really had time for you

•Ever since he met you, you had always been so happy and it seemed like nothing could get you down

•But eventually the fear got to be too much, you were so tired of being scared of the decepticons all the time

•You started to wither away, but you never talked to anyone about it, Jackie was very regretful he didn’t notice

•You stopped going to school and barely ever left your home

•Your parents noticed this, they thought you were getting bullied or something, so they decided a move to another town would be best

•You didn’t fight them on it, you had no reason to

•You wanted to get away from the autobots, because if you weren’t with them, the decepticons would have no reason to target you

•It’s not like you hated them, not at all, Jackie was a great friend and it sucked you had to leave them behind, but you couldn’t live like that anymore

•The constant terror was killing you, you were so stressed and exhausted, and you had to get away from it

•You never told Jackie that you would be moving away, you couldn’t, you didn’t want to, because you knew he would try to change your mind

•You left and the bots found out when the kids heard about it in school

•Jackie did want to go find you and talk to you about it, but in the end he didn’t want to trample on what you had decided

•There must have been a reason you didn’t want him to know where you were going, why you left, but he could never figure it out

[radiantlyrey]

I’ve been watching The Church on Ruby Road on repeat all week, and I’m starting to think there’s more going on with the Doctor here than we’re being allowed to see. More after the cut bc spoilers….

I’m starting to think the Doctor we see prior to December 24 is a future version.

Like. Why is the Doctor following Ruby around? Why is he witnessing her accidents? It’s like he seems to know who she is already, but he only asks Ruby her name when they’re on the ladder to the goblin ship. So what’s actually going on?

My current theory: the Doctor was following the goblins, not Ruby. That’s why he landed in front of Mrs. Flood’s, that’s why he was on the roof in the first place. Every Doctor we see prior (except maybe the Doctor on the dancefloor) is a future version.

The cold open Doctor (who is visibly crying; the Doctor who saves baby Ruby in the shot towards the end is not) is a future version. The opening narration implies that the Doctor finds out the name of Ruby’s mother, which the Doctor later in the episode does not do.

On December 22, when Ruby’s band is performing, the Doctor is watching from the back of the pub, and the editing implies that he is watching Ruby. He also has a hat on, which I think might prove to be significant later.

On December 23 at the club, I think there are two Doctors present. One is on the dancefloor having a good time, but the one who catches Ruby’s drink has crossed into his own timeline to do that. He also says Ruby’s bad luck is worse than just bad luck. There are implications there, that he knows more than even we-the-audience know.

Furthermore, I think the Doctor we see get “snowmanned” is the same Doctor who catches Ruby’s drink. (Presumably the other Doctor was still dancing.) He’s watching Ruby and her friends very closely, much like we saw him watching her on the 22nd.

RTD is, I think, doing exactly what Moffat did in Series 5: he is laying the groundwork for some kind of story something that involves the Doctor and Ruby and the coincidences that have woven them together. (For example, the hat might prove to be a Thing in the same way Eleven’s jacket reappearing was in Flesh and Stone.)

Because I don’t think the goblins were ever at any point really after Lulubelle. I think every coincidence (Ruby and Davina McCall both having accidents; Ruby and Lulubelle both being Christmas Eve babies taken in by Carla; maybe even Ruby and the Doctor having Suspicously Similar Origin Stories) was leading up to them taking Ruby as a baby, and only Ruby.

And so. I think RTD (who has already stated that Ruby’s mysterious origins are going to Be A Thing in the upcoming season) is playing yet another Long Game. There is more going on behind the curtain than we yet know, and I honestly can’t wait to find out what it is.

(I am less enthused that we have to wait until FUCKING GODDAMN MAY to find out, but. One thing at a time.)

[scoobydoodean]

the thing about emma vs amy is they’re literally not comparable at all really!! one HAS KILLED PEOPLE WITHOUT REMORSE (arguably, it’s been a while since i’ve seen the episode) and the other… HAS NOT! a comparison i have never seen people make that is actually so much better, so much more interesting? emma and that dude in metamorphosis, the rugaru. both are supposedly “monsters” who will inevitably kill somebody and thus deserve to be killed as a preemptive measure (even though they haven’t actually hurt anybody yet), as argued by sam about emma and dean/the other hunter about the rugaru. the difference? DEAN DECIDES TO TRUST SAM AND TRY TO HELP THE DUDE. sam on the other hand disregards dean’s wishes and any possibility of emma making the right choice.

i’m convinced that the only reason people compare emma and amy is because “dean admits he was wrong to kill her” (which isn’t actually what he says but people don’t really care about the exacts). if they were to look at any other episode where the definition of monster is argued, they’d see that sam is usually on the side of “give them a chance” (and ftr dean is too almost all of the time) UNLESS it’s a “monster” associated with dean… why are sam’s morals different for these people? for emma?

sorry i know that’s a long rant, but every time i see the emma vs amy debates it boggles me that metamorphosis dude is never brought up too! also i hope this all makes sense haha

Emma and Amy aren't even remotely comparable. In any way. Emma and Amy's son who Dean didn't kill? Yep. They are directly comparable. But Amy and Emma? Get outta here! Jack Montgomery (Metamorphosis) and Jack Kline (two Jack's!) can both be interesting Emma parallels. Especially when comparing how desperate fans are to coddle Jack Kline from so much as experiencing a negative emotion when he's brainwashing people from the womb, bursting out of his mom's body like something out of Alien, and actively strangling innocent black store clerks to death.

Contrary to the belief of people who don't watch the show but are always making wide-sweeping claims about what happens in it, Sam and Dean have a long history of trying to protect "good" monsters (including from other hunters!) from 2.03 "Bloodlust" and onwards (2.03, 2.17, 4.04, 5.06, 6.02, 8.04, 12.04, 12.16). There's a weird disk horse that's opened up in the last several years that Sam and Dean are always indiscriminately killing monsters who don't deserve it all of the time because "supernatural power bad" and that just isn't true. Like. Actually look at the cases they go on? Sam and Dean kill murderers whose crimes are committed supernaturally which is going to allow them to get away with it and/or continue doing it. They don't kill people just because they're "different"—in fact, the entirety of season 2 is about not killing people just because they're different, or because of some alleged inescapable dark destiny.

I've spoken before about how "Bloodlust" is treated by fandom as an episode where Sam stands on some sort of moral high ground from the beginning about the existence of good monsters, but that isn't what actually happens in the episode. Sam ends the episode with zero remorse about any previous hunts John ever took them on while Dean thinks back and wonders if they hurt people who didn't deserve it at some point (no questionable hunts in season 1 FYI—and the majority of them are ghost-related).

The way that Sam can compartmentalize/let go of his past actions and move on is useful in their field of work, but in contrast with Dean's tendency to feel eaten alive by guilt, it often results in fandom disk horse where fans follow Sam's lead by compartmentalizing and burying and excusing his actions as if they never happened, while putting everything Dean does under a microscope because his visible guilt implicates him in the eyes of fans. Because Dean spends several episodes feeling bad after 7.03, he must have done something super duper bad and horrible and is the worst person alive, and Amy didn't deserve to die. But because Sam doesn't ever show a single shred of remorse after 7.13 and Dean doesn't ever talk about it again, Sam must have been in the right. It's actually bizarre when you think about it—Sam's lack of guilt ought to be chilling to fans, but instead, it's often used to absolve him of wrongdoing... and for all their flaws that everyone is always harping on, I do think Bucklemming intended Sam's actions and his attitude after to be chilling. They don't intend him to be seen as "in the right".

Dean buries what happens with Emma down deep, and it's obvious why. He can't take another hit like this in season 7. Not after Cas and Bobby. He buries it deep down like he buried Lisa and Ben deep down. In addition... if Dean wanted to bring Emma up, who the actual fuck would or could he have talked to about her? Bobby's dead. Cas is dead. The only person left in Dean's life is the person who killed his daughter, and Sam made it very clear that he didn't give a shit how Dean felt about her being dead. In fact, he lectured Dean for hesitating to kill his own biological child, and said she "wasn't really his". Then when Dean disputed that claim, Sam immediately called him crazy and acted like Dean's actions (trying to push a monster kid who hasn't hurt anyone off a terrible path) are out of character when they ARE NOT (2.03, ALL OF SEASON 2, 4.04, 5.06). Even 7.03 itself supports Dean's actions with Emma as in character, because the ACTUAL Emma analogue, Amy's son, is not killed by Dean. So yeah. Who the FUCK was Dean going to talk with this about? Given Sam's long and storied history of behaving as the thought police, if Dean had so much as looked too sad in his presence, Sam would have lit into him all over again, and what fucking good was that going to do?

And yeah teehee Sam doesn't want Dean to have too many friends. More than one often-dead close friend is too many.

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

PUTTING THE NEW PAGE INTO THIS ASK AS WELL FOR GHE FIRST TIME BECAUSE THERE IS A LOT TO TALK ABOUT WITH THIS PAGE SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME HERE

Ima start with the first panel because there’s already so much in that one single panel and it is gonna drive me nuts!

So first up, we have “Secret” Chaotix meeting room. Yes, this place is apparently being kept a secret from the public eye. This could be due to the Chaotix having to handle a bunch of super deep and disturbing cases that, if allowed to spill out into the public, would be catastrophic! Not in the sense that it would destroy the world or anything like that, but it’d certainly ruin their reputation as detectives! Don’t detectives irl have these kinds of cases too…? Or maybe I’m thinking too hard on this and it’s just the place they meet with their friends whenever Eggman does something stupid? Who knows.

I do know though that it looks beautiful and it looks like they’re actually in a room which, as an amateur artist myself, can only dream of achieving!! It looks so cool! I just… I adore your backgrounds and I can tell you put a lot of love and effort into making them, so please give yourself a pat on the back!

And maybe I’m reading too much into a single panel.

But that’s not all that we get to see!!! (No I’m not talking about the Chaotix even though I REALLY wanna talk about the Chaotix cuz they deserve more love and I’m so glad they’re here THANK YOUUUUUUUU) YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, SONIC IS FULLY CONVERTED TO DARK GAIA SONIC LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Well not fully converted, but we can clearly see that it’s taking a huge toll on his body! Not only are the markings now visible on him during the day, but it also seems to be siphoning his energy…? Kind of…? I mean, Sonic has been out cold since “Killing” Omega, and usually he wouldn’t be so out of it otherwise. And I can see a little tiny X over his Gaia eye, so… I’m not too sure, but what I am sure of is that this is BAD for Sonic. The poor guy is gonna have to deal with not only being corrupted during the day, but also at night, and that cannot be good for his psyche. It was bad enough when he had to be in a completely new body for just the nighttime, but now it’s for both day and night in its own way, and… Gosh, this is gonna be torture for Sonic once he wakes up.

Okay now onto the actually lore panels because there is so much to uncover but BEFORE WE GET INTO THE LORE PARTS OF ALL THAT LEMME JUST POINT OUT HOW PISSED SHADOW LOOKS IN THE SECOND PANEL BRO LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO PUNT CHIP INTO THE SUN FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER AND HE IS JUST SO OVERPROTECTIVE OF SONIC IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY I LOVE THIS ANGSTY EDGY BOY SO MUCH BUT I WANNA KNOW WHAT IS GOING THROUGH HIS HEAD RIGHT NOW WHY IS HE GLARING DAGGERS AT CHIP WHAT DID THIS LITTLE CREECHUR EVEN DO TO YOU SHADZ

Okay back to the lore-

So, im still gonna call Light Gaia as Chip because I still see a cute adorable fluffy fairy in those big brown eyes and I think he deserves a real name. Anyhow, Chip now is aware of him being a literal god. He says he regulates the day and Dark Gaia regulates the night. This kind of makes sense. Chip handles the sun and DG handles the moon. Think Luna and Celestia from MLP. And similar to those two as well, Dark Gaia got out of control like Luna did and created an eternal night. But this doesn’t really explain the planet splitting into a million giant pieces. (Not literally a million) Nor does it explain Chip losing his memory. Chip claims that whenever one of them falls out of line, the other will be there to pull them back together. Does this mean Chip or Dark Gaia have lost their memory before? Have the events of Unleashed happened before? How do they reign the other in?

These questions are probably gonna get answered in the next page lmao what am I doing-

Everything else is kinda sorta spelled out to us which I think is a good thing, since Chip is, in the story, explaining all of this to a group of people who had no idea about any of this for their entire lives. The poor Chaotix just got roped into this, they just want their pay. So with that in mind I don’t know what else to really cover…? Maybe I’ll notice something later on and just start spamming you with questions, who knows. For now I’m SUPER DUPER EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PAGE LET’S GO THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN CANNOT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK

hell yeah do look out for the new page on monday :3 i love ur little big analysis its always the highlight of my week to see one

btw this goes out to evecryone but the whole scene has a lot of moments for everyone else than sonic and shadow so we are winning

[soullessdianthus]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 | 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 (comfort/fluff)

READ THE FIRST PART HERE ⟶ 𝕏

Summary: Basically some sneaking out with your Lt, because he had been worried about you. :( What could go wrong? Y/N ━ your name

Word count: 4k

It wasn’t easy going back to the everyday routine, to the schedule you did for yourself and religiously followed day after day. Even though you had the strength to get out of a warm bed, participate in tedious training and spend time with your friends in the cafeteria you were still not allowed to participate in a mission. 

Obviously you were allowed back in the gym after your body healed and regained strength, although some may have suggested it was still too early. Some green and yellow bruises visible under the hem of your shirt, soreness in muscles slowly fading away. 

But it was the hand that hurt the most and healed the longest. You found out the hard way during a sparring session with Omen, when he blocked your punch with his forearm and then the blunt pain made your mind go numb. Captain Price was right – your soul and your body were not ready for a mission. 

— It takes time to properly heal a bone, kid. Take it easy. — He tried to suggest, but it only left you infuriated. 

You have never asked for a time off, you never asked for this. Price was right, it takes fucking weeks to regenerate a bone structure. If you hadn’t taken a strong painkiller before bed since the interrogation, the night would be sleepless as the healing process was uncomfortable. 

Being stuck in the base made you feel useless, especially when your lieutenant and friends were being constantly deployed somewhere, leaving you alone with the unpleasant memories regarding Shadow Company.

Soon after their departure your name was cleared out with the help of Kate Laswell. You wished to never see the bastard responsible for your beating again or nowhere near you. Graves never tried to apologize or reach you again, but his presence around the base made you succumb to the four walls of women's barracks all day long. 

Like a coward.

It might have been the first time in your lifetime, when you found a person to be so repellent. Thing was, that the whole grief or disgust you were carrying was about the commander's perverted innuendos.

Since the beginning you had a feeling something was off about his cocky attitude. Something more than just shitty pick up lines. It was about Graves overall, but you decided to blame it on your prejudice toward men. 

You should have listened to your intuition and refused to walk with Phillip that day. You really should have and now you’re suffering the consequences. 

The painful sorrow echoed in your ears almost all the time, bringing pathetic tears to your waterline. Hiding them became more complicated than before. 

And little did you know, such a small and “unimportant” detail wasn’t overlooked by your superior. Ghost’s eyes swallowed by the darkness noticed each single thing, especially when it came to you. How your brassy smile faded and how your brows were no longer furrowed in full concentration. You changed. 

Despite the injuries, your form wasn’t lacking – while one of your hands was healing you mastered knife throwing with the other. You still participated in daily training and gatherings, so Lieutenant Riley felt entitled to keep you in line and in one piece.

— That’s enough for today, Y/N. — The calm yet resolute voice of the lieutenant stopped your training with your partner, Omen. The same man who came to the lieutenant's office, alarmed by your disappearance after the operation regarding weapon trafficking.

— But I’m fine, sir. I can continue.

But the mountain of a man stood unmoved and stoic, doubting your reply. Nonetheless, Ghost was glad that your voice stayed the same – fiery yet sugary. A sweet little burden on his mind, giving him sleepless nights. 

— Go change your bandages, they’re bloodied. You’ve broken a stitch, again. 

— Fuck. — A quiet curse left your lips as you inspected the crimson patch over the bandages wrapped around your forearm. You knew you were going to get lectured by the doctor once more. 

— If that keep happenin’ they might stop patchin’ you up, you know that? 

— Take some rest, it will heal quicker. — Comrade Omen stated, placing his sweat covered hand over your stiff shoulder.

— I don’t need your pity too — you almost hissed at his friendly gesture, reflecting on your own words immediately. You exhaled slowly, trying to relax your muscles, before apologizing for your defensive response. — Sorry. 

— He’s right, take a break — upon seeing the ongoing conflict in you, Ghost glanced through his mask with a cold gaze. — It’s an order, soldier. 

You rolled your eyes like a rebellious youngster before heading towards the locker room, leaving the two men behind. 

The last thing you wanted the lieutenant to think about you was that you were weak. You were far from that and he knew it perfectly – you were as stubborn as he, yet much better than Simon. At least in his opinion. 

He, contrary to you, brutalized and hardened his body through the years, leaving his flesh scarred and coarse. Simon didn’t want it to happen to you too. To see your young, soft skin turn into a bumpy piece of leather would be a disaster indeed. 

However you still felt like you needed to prove yourself – before Ghost or Captain Price. You wanted to be valued and your current state, which was Graves’ fault, was slowing you down. You have never asked for a special treatment. 

It felt like your own body was sabotaging you, acting against your own will. 

Agitated, you closed the door to the locker room behind your back, before slumping down on the wooden bench in the middle of the alley. You hid your face in your hands, before trying to gather thoughts. 

You were fucking infuriated at yourself for breaking down in his arms that night, when Ghost along with Captain Price came along to your rescue. You were so tired then that you weren’t fully yourself – controlling, keeping everything organized and composed. 

Keeping feelings locked, both unpleasant and those more… complicated. 

You dared to show him your vulnerability and now he thought of you as something fragile. Worse, someone not suitable for his squad. 

If you hadn’t stood your ground, he would have already kicked you out, right? There was no place for frailty under his command – under Simon Riley’s supervision, a legend of the shell of a man, closer to the cold blooded murderer than a lenient lieutenant. 

Yet, you found comfort within his warm embrace that night, feeling safe for the first time in a while. His care of you seemed genuine. 

But why? You were just a private, a rookie. 

Maybe Ghost wasn’t as stern as they said? Perhaps his heart wasn’t made of ice. 

It has been another sleepless night since the doctor cut off your medication as in his opinion you should rest with no issue now. Well, the doc was utterly wrong.

You trashed between the sheets in your bed, while your other roommates were long gone in their dreams. Despite almost all of your injuries being healed, everything hurt. You found the sensation close to the soreness in your tibia when you were growing up. 

There were things left unclear, an anger you have been bearing, because of your lieutenant. Ghost must have thought very poorly of you if he softened just because you have been interrogated and blood was spilled. 

Fuck, you must have looked pathetic in his eyes. 

You needed to talk to him about… all of this or else you wouldn’t find peace. But right then, you needed fresh air – a cold breeze upon your flushed cheeks. You decided to break the curfew, risking a punishment, just to sneak outside for a moment.

You silently jumped out of the bed and put on clean cargo pants and a fleece jacket. Thankfully the hallways were empty by the night time and you managed to reach the doors on the back of the base building.

Your slow and relaxed exhale was interrupted by a sudden hoarse voice echoing from the darkness. 

— Goin’ somewhere? 

— JesusfuckingChrist — you said during one, sharp inhale. One of your hands shot right to your chest, grasping the fleece material tightly. — Scared me, Lt. 

— Not the first time, eh? 

Only when Ghost took a drag of his cigarette, the burning tobacco underlined the features of his bare jaw – pale skin covered in few scars and a stubble blonde rash. Lips pouted, sucking on the cigarette’s filter. The man rolled his balaclava over the tip of his slightly bumpy nose for the first time in your presence and you did your best to remain normal about it. 

Fuck, did he uncover his face so casually around anybody else? 

— You’re smoking? This late? — You tried to sustain the small talk in order to hide your confusion. 

— Want one? 

He proposed and you hesitated. For a moment you wanted to accept the offering. 

— No, thanks. I don’t like the smell of cigarettes on my hands.

— Then what are you doin’ outside? It’s past your bedtime, Y/N. 

“Cheeky bastard”, you thought to yourself at his stupid comment, your jaw parting slightly open in an offended manner. You wiped your sleepy face with a hand, before slouching slightly into your palm. 

— Just… I needed to get out of there and breathe. Couldn’t sleep.

Ghost hummed intrigued, before throwing the burned out smoke to the ground and crushing it with the sole of his shoe. He detached from the wall, he was leaning upon and started walking in your direction. The mask was again covering his face. 

— I might have a remedy for that. 

Curiosity was probably your biggest vice that someday might be your doom. But in that moment, something made you follow the lieutenant through the field cloaked in darkness.

You had to speed up to catch up with his massive steps, but when you did, a subtle smile appeared on your lips. Both of you broke the curfew and of course, his punishment would be way less severe than yours (if he even would suffer the consequences). But the same thrill of it, made your heart beat faster. 

— Are we going to do something mischievous? — You asked in full curiosity, keeping your head straight. 

— Thought you like stayin’ out of trouble.

— I do — you partially agreed — usually. 

An even wider grin twisted your cheeks, exposing some of your teeth. Ghost discreetly took a glimpse at you, though you didn’t notice due to the hood covering his head. 

— You’re up to something, Y/N?

— A thing or two.

He hummed, before responding.  

— Should I worry? 

— Of course no, sir. 

The man chuckled. Barely audible, but he did and he couldn’t deny it. It might have been the first time you heard him behaving so casually. 

After a short walk you reached the parking lot and only then you began understanding what his “remedy” was. Ghost opened the passenger’s door and with a theatrical gesture invited you inside. 

Your eyes crossed with his for a moment, searching for… what? You couldn’t let your imagination too loose, the naive and stupid thoughts that were gathering inside your own head had to be gone. Immediately. 

— Where’re going? — A simple question was asked, when he started the engine of the vehicle. 

— That’s classified. 

— Very funny. Got another? 

You satirically asked, your face staying calm and unbothered. Maybe slightly frustrated, but that’s exactly what he wanted to pull from his subordinate. He took a sick pleasure in toying with you like that. 

— Plenty. What does the Loch Ness monster eat? — Ghost said in a stoic manner, while you  lifted your brow in anticipation. — Fish and ships. 

There was a moment of complete silence, before you laughed out loud. The joke was utterly bad and dry, yet somewhat funny.

But the truth was he brightened up your mood even if only a little, it has taken the burden off your shoulders.

— Saving those for later or what?

— Aye, special occasions. 

Involuntarily your cheeks flustered as you could feel the warmth spreading over your face. Thank God it was dark, but still – afraid of getting caught, you turned your head toward the window. Even if you didn’t see a single thing outside. 

Ghost stopped near the guard’s post to identify himself. And well, you too. The warden said nothing and let the two of you pass to the road leading outside of the base. 

— Uhm, sir? — You spoke out as soon as he rolled up the window. — Won’t they report that we… sneaked out?

— Don’t worry about that. 

The ride was calm and silent. The radio was turned off and since he didn't share how long your voyage would last, you got comfortable in a passenger’s seat, leaning over the doors. 

Then, something broke the mind numbing silence with a short whisper.

— Simon.

— What?

— You keep callin’ me “sir”, it makes me feel ol’. You can address me by that instead. — He explained.

— Just in the privacy of our conversations?

— Positive. 

— Now, that seems fair. You know my name for far longer, but you just adore staying mysterious, do you? 

— Mhm. And deadly. 

He kept focusing on the road ahead for a couple more minutes, a quarter perhaps. Quickly you became sleepy, body snuggled in the corner of the cabin – the rocking of the car and the scent of Simon’s cologne lulling you to sleep. 

It was strange, not so long ago you couldn’t rest in the bunker’s bed and now, curled up in a moving vehicle? He surely had to put some spell on you. Otherwise, you would never let your guard down. 

If not for him continuing the conversation, you would surely fall asleep right there and then. 

— Wanna ask you a question, Y/N, but need you to answer truthfully. 

— That’s kind of insulting for you to assume I would lie, Lt. 

— It’s more of a proposition really — Ghost’s whole arms jolted as he changed the gear, the damn machine was old and cranky. — You wanna talk about what happened? 

You knew perfectly well what he was asking about – “the Shadows” incident that happened nearly three weeks ago. For a brief moment, a minute perhaps, you were infuriated. 

“Oh, so that’s what it is about”, you thought disappointed to yourself. Disappointed, but why? What were your expectations of this late night drive with your lieutenant?

Surely the severe beating from Graves’ boys gave you a concussion if you dared to think about something more regarding your lieutenant. Especially to the infamous soldier Ghost. 

But the truth was, you took a liking to him earlier than the interrogation took place – it wasn't the fault of a head injury, you were just a naive, stupid girl. 

You took a deep breath in and out, gluing your eyes to the glass window on your left, shielding yourself from his sight. 

— I was… terrified, after what happened — you started explaining slowly, feeling as if the car had stopped and the engine was turned off — I don’t know why, but the beating and bruises weren’t the worst part. He scared me.

— He threatened you. 

— In a way that… extracted primal fear. Fuck — you slowly turned your head in his direction, to see Ghost was listening carefully all this time — do you know, what I mean? I–

— I understand. Such interrogations are purely based on psychological torture. But that’s not the reason you’ve been acting strange.

— What do you mean, “strange”?

Now you have begun to feel truly offended.

— Wanna play silly now, Y/N? You’re better than that. 

— Fine — you snorted, the bridge of your nose slightly frowning — I don’t like your special treatment. In this field people get hurt, you know that. I’m not a cripple. 

— Never said you are.

— Then why do you keep sending me away? 

— Because you’re stupid enough to keep pushin’ yourself until you bleed instead of properly healing. Wounded soldier is a dead weight. 

This time he sounded meaner, almost like he was reprimanding you for your effort to be a valuable soldier. To him, you were behaving irresponsible. 

— I temper myself to reach your fucking standards. — You raised your voice for the first time this evening and quickly remembered who you were talking to, your lieutenant. You were on the verge of losing everything you have been working for. Would he be willing to remove you from his team? The panic overwhelmed your senses, you couldn’t breathe. — I need air. 

You pushed the doors open and jumped out of the car, circling it before stopping near the mask. Ghost got out too and slowly walked over like a vulture following his next meal. 

— Since when do you care so much about others' opinions, hm? 

But you stayed silent, probably thinking too much. He knew you were very cautious with your responses, but he wanted to hear the unfiltered truth. So Simon kept pushing. 

— I asked you a question. 

He stepped closer, cornering you between him and the mask of the car. It was hard to notice any switches in his gaze only illuminated by moonlight, his skull mask successively casted a shadow over his eye sockets. Ghost took a step forward and you one back – your fiery eyes finally noticing something eerie in his dark globs. 

— I don’t care what others say about me. 

— No? Then why do you try so hard to impress me? 

The masked man took another step in your direction, causing you to bump into the car’s mask with your thighs and ass.

— Because you’re my lieutenant. 

— Is that so?

Ghost’s hoarse, deep voice caused you to feel the vibrations of his voice in your body.

He leaned impossibly close, slowly placing his hands on both sides of you, physically caging you between his arms and a vehicle. You had to turn your head slightly to the side in order not to bump into his mask. 

Fuck you could feel his warm breath on your neck. 

— Y–Yes.

— That didn’t sound convincin’ enough. 

You looked down, slightly ashamed of your incompetence at that moment, cheeks flushed pink. It only took Simon to come closer to you, to strip you of the ability to talk back. 

— When you joined my team, I didn’t think you’d be difficult. I was wrong, everythin’ about you was a hassle. You’ve been a burden on my mind, girl. And now, look at you – jumpin’ ‘round me, tryin’ to fall back into my favor. Does an average soldier do things like this? 

Now that he put it that way… You began revaluing your priorities. Was your little crush that obvious? 

One of his hands began caressing your hip in a soothing motion. If he wanted to, Ghost could pin you down with the force he carried. Yet, the gentle giant was trying to persuade you to talk. 

— N–No. 

— No — he repeated with a much gentler gaze. — Then why do you care about my opinion so much? 

— I didn't want you to think I’m weak. But lately… — your sweet voice broke down, the shame washing over you as you finally confessed. — I’m a pathetic disaster, because I took your offer for comfort and now you’re taking me for someone…

But before you finished, he cut you off. 

— I offered you support, because I understand what you’ve been through.

— I felt humiliated — you hesitated for a moment, before finally letting the emotions flow through your veins. Hot blood made you feel lightheaded, but at the same time adrenaline gave you strength to keep confessing  — because I like you, Simon. And you saw me… like that. 

Ghost exhaled loudly, his shoulders dropping. 

— Always so tough, aren’t you? Come ‘ere. 

Without any warning, his huge palm sneaked to the back of your head and pulled you into his chest. Your cheek was pressed tight against his fleece jacket, heat radiating through the layers. 

You found the act… soothing. Squeezed by Ghost’s arms, providing you with a feeling of security and being taken care of. How could you deny his touch, his help or kind words? 

— You’re always comforting soldiers like this? 

You lifted your head to look at him and carefully assess his reaction. From this close, you could see his eyes clearly and what hid behind them.

— Only if they’re called Y/N. 

But what he was about to do, would leave you flabbergasted.

Ghost rolled his balaclava up his nose again and leaned over your pretty face. Although his lips were scarred and you expected them to be harsh, they were nothing like that. Soft, slightly wet tissue brushed over your parted lips, teasing slightly before finally kissing you. 

One of his hands kept your head steady, the other caging your body to his. You managed to sneak your own palm, smaller and more slender than his, to Simon’s jaw and touch it tenderly. 

His mouth worked wonders on stealing your breath, causing your muscles to finally relax. Ghost lightly pulled on your lower lip, toying with it for a moment. You had a feeling that he might even bite down just to draw a little bit of blood. 

A crimson he was bathed in, the sins he had on his guilt. Who could have thought that such a distant and cold shell of a man was hiding “Simon” beneath? 

Gentle, caring Simon who fell in love with you. 

The sweet tension coiled in your belly, thighs begging for some friction. Your whole body clung to his broad form and you giggled between the kisses. 

— What? — He asked, looking at you with a spark in his eyes. 

— You’ve gone soft, Lt. Ghosts are supposed to be terrifying. 

— Mhm. And you’re supposed to be in bed at this time. 

This time it was you, who pulled the other into another hungry kiss. Your cold hand sneaked lower, under his underlined jaw and down his strong neck, so you could nuzzle your fingers between his skin and jacket.

— Will you take me to yours, Lt? — You teased shamelessly, quietly whispering into his mouth as your eyelashes fluttered. A sense of fulfillment rushed through you, when Simon finally proved to you that he cared as much as you did. 

— Playin’ a dangerous game, Y/N.

Ghost kept playing with the strands of your hair that poured through his fingers. With the other arm he kept you close, soaking up the faint moment, an intimacy with you.

Blonde man precisely felt the curves of your chest clinging closely to his broad chest. Your lungs were filling and emptying at the same rhythm. He couldn’t stop staring at your beautiful eyes, stars reflecting in their pupils. 

Simon Riley knew he shouldn’t get attached to anyone – he was a soldier and life was cruel for people like you two. But when he held you in his arms, breathing so softly, Simon wasn’t regretful. 

Not a single fucking bit. 

He finally had found you.