Thursdaaaaay - Obsessions

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Happy Thursday! The week's almost over. Today's theme is Obsession. Prompts should include your character or characters being obsessed with something or someone, fixating on something, maybe your character has OCD. Play around with it and do with it what you like.

Just a few rules:
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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
DCU, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, It's kind of scary, the way Tim gets when he's close to solving a case.
The Flash, Eobard Thawne/Barry Allen, "He's like obsessed with me or something."
Any, any/any, “All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.”

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[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU (any), Alwaysagirl!Edward Nygma/Bruce Wayne, can you blame her for having a crush?

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCAU, Bruce Wayne +/ Any,

Too fast for freedom
Sometimes it all falls down
These chains never leave me
I keep dragging them around

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman Beyond, Bruce Wayne/Terry McGinnis, he may be getting kind of obsessed with the line of Terry's body in the suit

Filled

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Terry moves like nothing he's ever seen, more like Dick than Jason or Barbara the way he can bend and twist, but still different than all of them put together. Something new.

Something absolutely sinful.

For the longest time he doesn't really see Terry, only sees mistakes and carelessness, sees every way Terry can die out there, another fallen soldier. But then Terry surprises him. Terry becomes him, and one day it's like Bruce's eyes finally open and there he is, peeling the mask off as he gets out of the plane and walks toward him, the line of his body in the suit so tempting Bruce has to grip his cane tight and climb the stairs to the manor, muttering something about feeding Ace.

He tries to put it in the back of his head, tries to remember what always happens when he goes down this road, swears that's not going to happen this time. Not with Terry.

And it works well -- as long as he's not in the same room with him. But the second Terry shows up in the suit after patrol or after school in those painted on jeans he wears, tight t-shirt clinging to his newly defined muscle, all those terrible thoughts come rushing back to him.

He wants to get his hands on Terry, feel all that hard muscle, mark up his perfect, flawless skin and make Terry beg for more, for everything. And Bruce would give it to him, is the thing.

"You're staring," Terry smirks and Bruce blinks. Terry's leaning against the console with his hip, taking licks from a lollipop he stole from a bully who'd stolen it from trick or treaters, and he looks so goddamn tempting Bruce wants to take him right there, tear the suit down and bend him over the console and --

"It's okay," Terry says, pulling the sucker out of his mouth with a lewd, wet pop. His lips are cherry red and sticky with sugar and Bruce wants. He watches as Terry throws the sucker in the trash and walks over, gets right up in Bruce's space and grins. "So was I."

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Mick Rory/Ronnie Raymond(/Martin Stein), I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Barry Allen/Axel Walker, An over-indulgence of anything, even something as pure as water, can intoxicate.

[jaq-of-spades.livejournal.com]

Revolution (TV), Bass Monroe/Miles Matheson, a borderline erotic fixation

filled - BEST LINE EVERRRRR

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

(Sorry this is one sided? But I just watched this show and I'm obsessed with these two, so if you keep prompting them I promise to write more :D)

Thing is, Neville’s not the first one to say something like that. Back in OIF they got shit all the time about being so far up each others ass they couldn’t tell where one ended and one began, the target of every unimaginable homoerotic joke the other marines could come up with. Even Emma made a few comments here or there about how Miles was more Bass’ boyfriend than he was hers, they were together so much. She was joking, of course, but she didn’t know.

She didn’t know that Bass only wanted her because Miles did. Only wanted to kiss her because it’d be the closest thing to kissing Miles, only wanted to be inside her because Miles had been there. Miles had been all over her, his mouth, his hands, and it wasn’t right. Miles was his, goddammit, and he wasn’t about to just let him go for a pretty face, for the kind of thing that felt safe and normal. They weren’t normal. They were killers.

Bass knew Miles better than anyone on the goddamn planet, better than his brother or his own mother. He’d seen Miles at his worst, puke-drunk and crying over Rachel fucking Porter, seen him put a bullet between a man’s eyes and walk off like it was nothing. Bass was Miles.

Nothing -- not a pretty redhead, not Rachel, not this neverending shitfight of a war, not even Miles trying to kill him in his sleep, looking more unsure with a gun in his hand than Bass had ever seen him -- none of that changes anything.

They’re brothers. And that means something. He just wished it meant the same thing to Miles.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Her obsession with automail sometimes has its good points.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Iron Man movies, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, "God, Tony, you're obsessed!"

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

D.Gray-man, Road Kamelot/Allen Walker,
You just don't know it yet but you love me and I love you the same
One day we'll have a pretty wedding and I'll be your everything
-An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING (OCD/PTSD)

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, "Check your equipment before you use it, because if it fails, everyone dies. Check your security regularly and multiple times, because if it fails, everyone dies. Ensure that you're as fit and able as possible, because if you fail, guess what, everyone dies." But then what do you do on civilian street, when nobody's dying but you feel the compulsion just the same?

Fill: Back But Not Home, G (Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard)

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

(Warning for PTSD?)

Being back on Earth was hard. After being away on Atlantis for so long, even shore leave on Earth hadn’t been very enjoyable, but now that they were stuck, it was so much worse.

At first they’d been busy making sure the city was still in one piece after their intergalactic flight, but once things settled down, it all seemed to go to shit. It should have been easier, calmer, on Earth, but he was used to the constant movement of the Pegasus Galaxy. Not having to worry about imminent death wasn’t something he thought he could get used to.

He started having trouble sleeping, waking at odd hours in a cold sweat, panic thrumming through his body. It took awhile to convince his mind and body that the city wasn’t under attack, that no Wraith were on their way. The pills he got from the infirmary barely seemed to help.

Every little thing makes him jump, and after awhile he tries to leave the city as little as possible. It’s hard to explain to a waitress why he almost overturned a table when a door slammed in the back of the restaurant. It’s even harder to explain to the police when he forgets to leave his gun in his room when he goes shopping. Back in Pegasus, he never would have gone anywhere without it.

His only consolation is that almost everyone else left in the city is the same. He knows Rodney is kept awake by nightmares of the team being sucked dry by a Wraith because his technology failed, knows Teyla trains even more than usual because that’s the only thing she has to hold onto in this strange place, knows Ronon does security walks around the city every night even though there’s absolutely no chance of an enemy getting to them.

His men, the few who hadn’t been reassigned at least, aren’t quite as bad, but he still sees the way they constantly double check their equipment, the way they immediately look to Rodney at the smallest computer glitch, the way they hoard MREs even when they now have fresh food every day.

He wishes there was something he could do, something he could say, to help them, to make things better, but he knows it’s not that simple. Earth is different, and they are too after being in Pegasus so long. They’d just have to do the best they could.

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, the folkloric vampire compulsion to count spilled seeds/grain/coins/objects

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, DarrylDixon/Beth Greene, In this world you need an obsession to survive. Since traveling alone with her, Beth has become his obsession.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Wreck-It Ralph, Vanellope (+Ralph), her obsession with speed gets her in trouble

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Dexter, Dexter Morgan +/ Debra Morgan, his obsessions were now hers too

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, keeping her safe was his all-consuming obsession

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any, I love you (to death)

possible fill soonish

[tigriswolf]

... would dark, creepy as hell be okay?

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers + Bucky Barnes, I’m your biggest fan; I’ll follow you until you love me (Steve is the “I” here, by the way)

[tigriswolf]

Fast & Furious movies, Brian O’Connor/Dominic Toretto, Brian’s not the only one caught in gravity

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, you’re all I ever wanted, and worth dying for, too

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers + or / Bucky Barnes, my body aches to breathe your breath

warnings for problematic sex choices

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Bucky?" They were lying in bed, still sweaty and out of breath, curled up together in sated exhaustion. Steve knew this wasn't the time to start something, but he had to ask.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you remember anything else?"

Bucky tensed. "I'm trying."

"I know. And there's no rush. But... why do you think you remember what we did in bed but nothing else?"

Steve waited a long time until Bucky turned to him and said, "You know."

Steve closed his eyes. "Now I do."

"I didn't think you would ... do this... unless I said I remembered it."

Steve opened his eyes, swallowed. "That should have been my choice."

"Sorry."

"Sorry?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Steve moved away, stood up. "I want you to tell me why you lied! About this, especially! You would never lie about something like this!"

"You mean the old Bucky would never lie about something like this. That's what you meant, right?"

"Sorry."

He say down, and Bucky sat up, keeping some distance between them.

After a long silence, Bucky said, "I needed this, Steve."

"What?"

Bucky looked up, eyes wet and jaw clenched. "I see you and I want... this. It's like there's nothing else, like I can't breathe, like I won't survive if I can't touch you. So ... I told you what you wanted to hear."

"Oh." Steve looked down, was quiet.

Eventually, Bucky spoke again. "Is that how he felt about you? The old Bucky?"

"I don't know. But it's how I felt about him."

Bucky smiled sadly. He moved his hand to gently run his fingers through Steve's hair. "Do we have to stop doing this? Are you going to take this away from me because I can't remember?" He didn't quite hide the anger, the resentment in his voice.

Steve grimaced, then moved closer, held Bucky tight in his arms. "We can still do this," he promised.

"You don't sound sure," Bucky said softly.

Steve's jaw tightened. "I promise," he managed to say, then kissed Bucky on the cheek, letting his mouth linger, warm, as Bucky leaned in to him.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, a soulmark AU where [person] becomes obsessed with whatever could make their soulmate say the words

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Mad Max: Fury Road, any, obsessed with what it means to survive

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, being infatuated isn't the same thing as being in love

fill

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

“I love you,” Bruce says once. Jason’s fifteen going on gone, sitting on Bruce’s lap while Bruce tends to the cuts above his eye, courtesy of some thug or other, happy and hopped up on the pain pills Bruce gave him after he fell nearly ten feet to the ground.

“Why?” Jason asks. “’Cause you like playing doctor?”

“My father was a doctor,” Bruce says. He smoothes a bandage over Jason’s cut, fixes his hair so it curls over his forehead again. Bruce can do this for hours, play with Jason's hair, trace every bite and beauty mark and bruise on Jason's skin until Jason pleads with him to do something more. “Before he died, I use to think maybe I’d…”

“Well,” Jason says. “Your bedside manner is fuckin’ stellar, that’s for sure.”

Bruce laughs, kisses his cheek. “That’s really not what that means, you know.”

"That's what it means to me," Jason says.

*

"I love you," Bruce says. Jason's been back for three months, has set fire to Gotham but still not calmed the rage blazing in his heart. Bruce - Batman, really - has him pinned to the wall, flat against the brick. There's blood on Bruce's mouth from where Jason hit him too hard, and Bruce says, "You need to stop, Jason. You need to come home."

Jason looks up at him, and he's needed to hear those words so badly in the last couple of weeks, but now that Bruce says them, Jason doesn't really believe him. What he needs -

What he needs -

"No, Bruce," Jason says. "You need me to come home so I'll be your good little soldier again. But that's not how this works anymore."

"I -" Bruce starts, but Jason says, "Save it. You might mean it again someday, but you don't right now."

*

"I love you," Bruce says, after Bruce has followed him across countries, across continents, trying to fix him, trying to fold him back up into that image of whatever Jason used to be. Jason keeps telling himself he doesn't need Bruce anymore, tells himself he only lets Bruce find him because he owes Bruce too much to break his damn heart.

But when Bruce gets his hands on him, breathes over Jason like he's scared to touch him, Jason shuts his eyes, shuts Bruce out and says, "No, you don't. You just don't know how to let me go."

Bruce stops chasing him after that, and Jason tells himself it's what he wants.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

DCU, Roy Harper/any, doesn't matter if it's smack or booze or people who don't give two shits about him, Roy's always addicted to something.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Grayson, Midnighter/Dick Grayson, he might be a liiiitle obsessed with Spyral's new boy

fill

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

"Admit it," Grayson says. Midnighter has him in a chokehold, knows he's two seconds from breaking out of it but he's having too much fun to do it yet. "You can't stay away from me."

Midnighter throws him forward, but Grayson lands with the grace of a cat, swings out his feet and nearly catches Midnighter unawares – nearly.

"No," Midnighter says. Yes, he's done more than his share of research on the kid; sure, he's spent too long lingering over video footage, learning every one of Grayson's moves.

But this is his job.

"One of these days," Grayson teases, dodging Midnighter's punches again and again, dancing around him with the kind of grace that makes Midnighter think of smoky bars and old men improvising jazz for hours, "You're gonna look back on this time when you kept trying to kick my ass, and you're gonna think – now why didn't I just make friends with him instead?"

"Kid," Midnighter says. "I don't want –"

Grayson spins, leaps, and it's only instinct that makes Midnighter catch him in his arms, so many years of working with Apollo and the others. Instinct, though, isn't what makes him grip Grayson's ass tighter than he needs to, isn't what makes the kid's mouth open in a way that makes Midnighter want to do nothing more than fill that mouth up.

"You'll come around," Grayson says. "Just wait."