#Rip v Casper fic

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Casper Darling v Ripley Kiddo

tags: high school, bully/victim, AU, Control, Casper Darling, Ripley Kiddo 8/30

Casper Darling sat in his 5th period class, staring blankly down at his World History 102 notebook. It was filled with well-structured notes in sloppy handwriting just legible enough to be decoded by the writer. In the margins there were a number of doodles; wonky dogs, polygons, Casper's name in different fonts. Now he was scribbling in a new one. It was different from the others.

The bell rang, drowning out the sound of the teacher calling out homework and study pages. The class stampeded out the door only kind of shoving past one another. Casper took his time gathering his things and packing up. He didn't like pushing through the waves of other students. He didn't like being touched. It made him anxious.

Casper finally shouldered his book bag and started on his way to his last class. Then it was to the labs for after school work and then home. Blessed home where he could finally sit quietly and study for his new personal project. 'Secret personal project,' Casper thought to himself. That part was key. Casper's thoughts drifted deeper into space and further from the ground in front of him. Without warning there was a crash. Casper was sent reeling back. He had walked into something solid. A wall?  As he regained his composure, knocked thoroughly back to reality, his eyes came to focus on what he'd hit. Who he'd hit.

Standing in front of him was another student. Another guy. He wasn't as tall as Casper was but he was definitely bigger. As he straightened back up Casper could see how much broader he was. The Wall's shoulders were accented by the sleeves torn off his band shirt, probably a metal band based on the illegibility of the font. At his neck was a plain silver chain worn too tight to be grabbed in a fight. Brown wavy hair hung in his eyes, knocked from what must have already been a messy style. And he could now see the deep scowl carving itself into his mouth.

A hand flew toward Casper and grabbed the collar of his shirt in a firm first. He didn't have a moment to think before a hard cold pain jolted into his back. Casper wanted to crumple, his knees buckling, but the fist was holding him up against the locker. A lock was digging into his shoulder.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, geek."

Casper put his hands up in surrender. He didn't want or need this. He shut his eyes tight hoping that when they opened again the situation would be over. No such luck. Now Casper was looking straight into the Wall's eyes. They met with Casper's eyes for only a moment, deep and dark, but now they were scanning Casper up and down. Evaluating him. Sizing him up.

Through the scowl he spoke. "You don't look like you put up much of a fight."

Casper gulped. Other students were slowing or stopping to watch. A crowd was forming around Casper and–

"Rip!" Casper's rescue came in the form of a girl coming around the corner. The look of disappointment on her face suited her. "Are you joking? Ms. Wander is coming and you can't afford trouble."

'Fucking great. This guy's name is Rip?'

The iron grip pinning Casper to the lockers loosened. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest. That damn lock was still digging into his shoulder. Rip looked down at the girl, his scowl twisting in contemplation.

'Just fuck off already.'

Rip turned back to face Casper with a little smile. He let go of the spectacled boy and straightened the collar of his shirt, pressing it back into shape. Casper couldn't think what to do with his hands.

The smile cracked into a grin across Rip's face as he slapped Casper a couple times. Casper winced when his glasses went wonky and dug into the bridge of his nose. The lingering sting suggested he'd been cut."I better not see your face again. Kay?"

Casper nodded twice.

Rip stepped back, keeping eye contact. “Okay, Ana. Let’s go.” And he turned and walked away with his friend matching step. Finally free, Casper adjusted his glasses. He rubbed away the blood and sighed. The hope lingered that it would be a one-time thing. It wasn’t likely that Casper would run directly into the guy again.

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Can he shake that?!

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I'm called a soul sucker for a reason.

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Ride off into the sunset with me.

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My Inumimi lover

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Honk honk

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one of my fav things to read/write is a f!reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley, where the reader is almost exactly like ghost. I'm talking full black mask, (maybe legally dead) few words, silent, callsign generally spooky like Reaper or Phantom, and I was wondering if you would wanna do that?

Usually I have reader as a childhood friend or adopted sibling of Roach, which is why roach is so comfortable around ghost. He's just used to it. If it's pure fluff or platonic that's completely fine, and if you don't wanna do that it's also fine!! I just thought I might as well shoot my shot :)

Your an amazing writer, have an awesome day <3

seeing double

cw: canon-typical violence, breif (pun intended) mention of ghost having skeleton boxers (nothing like explicit though i dont even know if this needs to be mentioned tbh but better safe than sorry), ghost gets shot womp womp, angst w/ a happy ending, so many military inaccuracies, barely proofread :P

pairing: platonic!simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader, gary 'roach' sanderson & reader

characters: simon 'ghost' riley, gary 'roach' sanderson (price, gaz and soap mentioned v briefly!)

authors note: omg you are so sweet thank you so much!! sorry this took so long i've been so busy with things, i hope you don't mind that i got a bit silly with this one and basically wrote a fic in jot notes 😭 (ALSO ROACH MENTION!! I LOVE MY BBYG THANK YOU ANON <3)

when you first met ghost he genuinely thought this was a joke. the balaclava, the whole death motif, your callsign being phantom which is literally synonymous with ghost, even your attitude was so eerily similar to him. it was like looking in a mirror

it didn't help when he tilted his head you mirrored your actions

i think he wouldn't gravitate immediately to you, it's not that he didn't like you he just felt a bit odd with how similar you two were, in all honesty he was probably slightly unnerved by you

soap and gaz definitely crack jokes about you being the second coming of ghost or something dumb like that

whenever anyone is referring to you and ghost and phantom it was always "the ghosts" or "ghost and girl ghost" which pissed you OFF

roach cant count all the times you have ranted to him about how everyone treats ghost like he came up with your whole aesthetic and you copied him when you have been doing this for YEARS before you even met ghost!

"and everyone acts like he invented skeletons and being legally dead! how self centered do you have to be to act like you invented skeleton iconography?! THEYRE SKELETONS. THATS LIKE BASIC HUMAN ANATOMY. and its always men taking the credit- god its so stupid! i did shit this first and how do i know that he isn't copying me huh?? did we ever think of that?? and ghost is such a basic ass fucking name like really. ghost? bet the only reason he wears that mask is to cover up his casper sized forehead."

roach knows that you're annoyed and you probably aren't trying to be super mean- maybe you don't even think ghosts forehead is casper sized! but hey, he isn't trying to argue while you look like you're about to rip someone's head off

instead he opts for calmly signing words of comfort lest you tear ghosts head off (with a few minor corrections)

"yes roach i know phantoms are pretty much the same as ghosts but that's not the point. you're basically my brother. you have to be on my side. that's how it works."

its good you and roach get along with each other. however, since you are just so similar with someone whos name starts with s and ends with imon "ghost" riley he becomes friends with roach quite easily and rants to him too

"she thinks shes so fookin crea'ive but you know wha? she isnt. bet ive been in SAS longer than her. wheres 'er skull tattoo at?? cause i got a whole sleeve done almost a decade ago! she isnt the first to come up wi' this. see, i get youre friends wi' 'er but truth is she di'nt come up wi' all o' this 'erself and she isn't half as dedicated as me. i even got skeleton boxers! she got those??- wait no dont answer tha' i dont wan' tha' image in my head."

for the first month or two whenever you see each other its clear you two do not get along.

roach tried to crack a joke but if anything it just made you hate ghost more

"hey, phantom. what's got two legs and bleeds?" "half a dog." you and ghost respond in unison

the rest of the day you dont even acknowledge each other. price makes a joke about how "you both are acting like you killed someone" which you mutter a small "oh im going to that's for sure" under your breath

safe to say you had a long rant to roach about how now not only is he stealing your whole persona, he's taking your jokes now too

you think roach would be torn between choosing sides but no this man loves every second of it. its so petty- so stupid he just needs to see how long you two idiots will keep butting heads

you mention how you were planning on getting a red mask? he's going up to ghost being like "hey, ghost did i ever tell you red is totally your colour? you know what actually? you should get a red mask!"

you both walk into the next briefing with your new masks and you couldn't be more pissed

to make matters worse you both are teamed up for the next mission. something about stopping a major arms dealer but ghost is the one getting his hands dirty. all you need to do is get into security, guide him through the complex enough for him to grab intel and leave

its simple. you've done it a billion times before, same with ghost. the first half goes fine. you both get in, he grabs the intel and is ready to head out, both of you speaking only when necessary.

minor issue- actually major issue, getting out wasn't as smooth. somehow ghost ended up shot right as he's notifying you that he's almost out. you hear the gunshot ring out, a grunt and scuffling.

"phantom to ghost. how copy."

your voice rings out, an eerie silence following after

"ghost. how copy."

you repeat again, this time earning a response

"m' alive. shot in the leg. bullet went clean through, makin a torniquet as we speak" he grunts back. you have never been happier to hear his stupid manchester accent "keep it that way."

if past you knew those four words directed at ghost would come out of your mouth, you're pretty sure you would've stolen a tank and driven it off a cliff immediately with ghost in it too probably

but now is not the time hotwiring a tank and locating a cliff would take too long anyways, you guide him out, occasionally telling him some stupid fun fact to make sure he's still there or just to keep him alert

"did you know that jellyfish have one hole for their mouth and asshole?" "these get more concerning the more you tell me." "most koalas have chlamydia." "alrigh', 'nuff of that. fun facts are s'pposed to be fun, you know that right?" "learning is fun."

this earns a chuckle from him which he quickly covers up with a cough

he makes it out alive, busted up that's for sure but alive nonetheless

you hook his arm over your shoulder, talking about everything and anything to keep him conscious. he's going to listen anyways so might as well make the most of it

"you're not as bad as i thought you'd be, 'specially for a copy cat." he says after you tell him yet another bizarre animal fact "i got a red mask first by the way" "piss off. this is why i don't compliment you" he rolls his eyes, for once not out of annoyance "i wear it better anyways." "sure, sure. believe what you want, but just know that i'm the cooler one." "you also are shit at making tourniquets" "so you finally admit that i'm cooler." no amount of eyerolling or snappy comebacks can hide your grin at this point. you silently thank your past self for choosing to wear a mask all the time "you're quite bold for someone who got shot in the leg"

once you two get back, practically everyone is surprised how all the deadly glares and colorful insults muttered under heavy sighs between you two have now been replaced with playful banter and empty threats with no murderous intent behind them

price heard you laughing with ghost followed up with you telling ghost "they will never find your body" which did scare the shit out of him but it made ghost laugh so hard he nearly pissed himself

price made sure to check that ghost was in fact alive for the next few days, just to make sure you were joking

when asked about it both of you just shrug and reply "trauma bonding."

roach, although disappointed with the absence of drama is glad to see two of the most special people in his life getting along bros just sad he cant be an instigator anymore

and as soon as ghost comes back from leave, he's got double the scary dog privileges he originally had

[max-is-tired]

Lexi

Lexi you're galaxy braining over here holy shit

“Okay, so we need a dragon scale,” Roman shrugged, as if it were that simple - though, knowing him, getting fantastical trophies like unicorn horns or (god forbid) dragon scales might be routine at this point. “We just have to get a dragon here.” 

“You can’t just think one up? Isn’t that what you do here?”

“Normally, yes- but you saw what happened back in the forest. I’m fairly certain something’s wrong with the core of the Imagination right now.” He gestured widely to the open field around them. “I’ve never created this landscape before, never even seen it, so it must be from some corner of Thomas’ mind that the core could still access. I can’t put anything in that isn’t already here; we’ll just have to attract a dragon ourselves.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose and gave a deep sigh. (The toll the Imagination had on his poor logical brain would be obvious even if Virgil wasn’t created for vigilance.) “So what attracts dragons?” 

“Gold,” Remus offered excitedly, “and caves. And dead bodies.”

“And princesses,” Roman added, making a face at Remus, which Remus just stuck his tongue out at. 

Deceit and Logan shared a flat look. “We don’t exactly have any of those at our dispense. Unless one of you has a princess in your back pocket, of course.”

“Well…” Patton said from Virgil’s side, and all eyes turned to him - he’d been remarkably quiet for the majority of the discussion, and now, his face was pinched as he clearly weighed his options of what to say. At last, he gave Roman an apologetic look and said, slowly, “Maybe a prince will do?” 

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Casper Darling v Ripley Kiddo

tags: high school, bully/victim, Control au, Casper Darling, Ripley Kiddo

9/4

There was something special about today. Rip could feel it. He walked down the hall side by side with Ana who he'd been complaining at through the morning. School was grating his nerves. It felt like too much already; too much reading, too much writing, too many expectations, not nearly enough entertainment. Worse yet, there was a wise guy in his math class. Wise guys made Rip feel dumb. He didn't like feeling dumb.

It was just then, at the peak of his annoyance and frustration, that Rip spotted the geek from the other day. Rip's heart was gripped with delight. He smiled his twisted little smile. It could only mean one thing.

Ana clearly took notice of her friend’s change in mood. Rip didn’t even have to point out who he had seen. She caught on fast. “I think that guy’s in need of some trouble.” Ana cooed.

Ripley agreed and then he changed. His shoulders squared, his eyes narrowed. Punk to predator. He weaved and slid between the other students. With eyes locked on his target he closed the gap. Casper had just finished up in his locker when there came a malicious purr in his ear.

“Hey, geek.”

Rip stood close. Imposing. His closeness forced Casper to shrug his shoulders, forced him to shrink, as he turned. There was no way to get small enough. No way to disappear. His arm brushed against Rip’s chest. “Hey, Rip.” As if pleasantries would make it easier. “How are you today…” Rip paused. He grabbed Casper by the wrist and lifted his arm to read the notebook clutched there. A chuckle escaped him, “Darling.”

Casper didn't know how to answer. What answer would get him the least amount of shit. As the silence stretched Rip looked less amused and more annoyed. Rip could feel a rising defiance in the silence. He smiled wider. Baring his teeth at uncooperative prey.

 “You have real shit manners,” he snarled. 

This guy couldn't even play it up a little? Rip didn't mind playing with his food. If the guy wasn't going to give a reaction Rip would get one.

“You could use a couple lessons in etiquette.”

Rip bumped Casper’s arm and sent his notebooks tumbling. Casper let his arms go limp at his sides. He stayed silent. If he could help it he wouldn't play along. Casper wouldn't prod the beast, oh no. The last thing Rip needed was a good reason.

It didn't matter. Rip was determined. Now he was a little pissed too.

Casper finally piped up. “Listen, we don't have to–” He gasped. Casper was cut off by a blunt, digging pain in his gut. Rip had punched him. Hard. Casper thought for a terrible moment that he was going to hurl. As he slumped from the pain and shock he felt himself being lifted up. Rip had him by the belt loops.

“Consider this lesson number one,” Rip said as he marched down the hallway. “No back talk.”

Rip stopped at the end of the hall and dropped Casper into the garbage can there. Ana came up behind them. In her hand was Casper’s backpack. With a smirk she handed it to Rip who tore the zippers open. Casper could hear him rooting around.

“Nothing fun,” Rip said eventually, peering into the trash bin. “Trash with the trash. Fuckin’ loser.”

Casper could only barely cover his face while Rip upturned his bag and dumped the contents into the bin with their owner. Ana's snickering rang in Rip’s ears. Validation.

Ana touched Rip’s arm. “Let's go.”

Rip nodded and they walked away together. Rip wanted to ditch class for the rest of the day. They had gotten what they wanted. Ana was laughing and Rip felt better.‘This is gonna be fun.’ Rip thought to himself. ‘I think I’ll be seeing him again.’