#skipp angst

[pxrfaitgirlz]

be prepared to cry.

@randomball123

[the-original-skipps]

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*smacks lips* it was getting a little too fluffy around here lol

please read PART 1 first before this one!

CW: angst. mentions of violence, injury, blood, suicide, hallucinations. character death.

: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Nirei Akihito. Umemiya Hajime. Kaji Ren. Endo Yamato.

"We are sorry to inform you, but the patient has unfortunately passed away."

❥ Sakura could feel his entire world crumbling, with each fragment a piece of you. The voices of the doctor, the people around him fading away like distant noise. His vision blurs, confused; Sakura reaches to lightly brush over his surprisingly wet cheek. Oh, they're tears. The doctor could only look at the poor boy sympathetically, before being jerked forward in surprise. As tears flow endlessly, Sakura grabs a fist full of the doctor's pristine white coat. He shouts in confusion and anger - unbelieving of the words just uttered. You couldn't possibly be gone. You promised that you'd take him to the aquarium next week, you promised him you'd let him taste the cookies you tried to bake. Despite all the promises made you’re gone now; forever out of his reach and it was all his fault. With realization, regrets start bubbling within him as his arms fall limply to his side. Thinking about all the times he could have spent with you. He should have hugged you more, told you that you were truly beautiful and kissed you each time like it was going to be the last. It should have been him. Just as you’ve given him a reason to live, now you’ve gone and taken it with you.

“T-Tell me, how am I supposed to live w-without you...?”

❥ Suo remembers the vivid moment, when the doctor told him the news that changed everything. He remembers smiling and thanking the doctor for trying their best, even though his heart felt like it had just been ripped out and his mind sank into darkness. He also remembers when he stood amongst a sea of blood and bodies as the darkness fully consumed him. Sakura and Nirei look onwards with shock and despair, powerless in trying to stop him. The ones who've hurt you in a state of near death but why didn't he feel satisfied? Only when Nirei screamed that you'd never be happy seeing him like this, does the realization hit. When you've left, you've left a hole in his chest where his heart was supposed to be that could never be filled again. Now, he stands in front of your grave - a bouquet of flowers he arranged personally for you. A bouquet of purple lilies, anemones and white chrysanthemums which symbolizes grief and eternal love. He promises for as long as he still lives, he'll atone for the fact he couldn't save you. When he sees you again, does he still deserve to be hugged like you used to?

"Until we meet again, my love."

❥ Nirei doesn't remember the last time he left his room. A room filled with mountains of rubbish, discarded ramen cups, empty water bottles and other miscellaneous trash and he sits in the middle of it. His precious notebook is forgotten beneath everything. Ever since you died, Nirei couldn't find the passion nor the will to live. Suo, Sakura and all his classmates tried their best to pull him back up but it was all worthless. If it isn't your hand that pulls him back up. Your memory haunts him in this empty room, with each one bringing him to tears - his chest unbearably tight. He rocks himself from side to side as tears flood his eyes, clutching his head in his hands whispering assurances to himself. The weight of your death prevented him from rising, after all it was his fault it happened. Sometimes he swears he could hear you in this very room, belittling him and spitting insults. Most of all blaming him for the reason behind your death. It's unbearable, when will it stop? A thought flashes in his mind that has him briefly smiling. Maybe there is a solution to forever escape from the pain.

"I-If I die, will you forgive me...?"

❥ Umemiya smiles as he looks down at his work. A patch of broccolis growing big and green, he reaches over and lightly touches them. Imagine the look of excitement you'd have at seeing your favorite vegetables. Until a grim thought crosses his mind that sets a frown on his face. You’ve passed away. The memory has his fists clenched and eyes burning in trying to hold back tears that threaten to spill. Only when he hears Hiragi clear his throat from behind him, does Umemiya snap out of his thoughts. Pulling himself together, he brightly smiles at his trusted friend - thanking him for coming but what he says next has Hiragi in utter shock. With his eyes fixed on your favorite vegetables and a sad smile on his face. Umemiya states that he will no longer hold the position of Bofurin's leader and the position will be passed onto Hiragi instead. Shocked and enraged Hiragi pulls Umemiya forward with a fist full of his white shirt, demanding he take back his words but the longer Hiragi stares at his friend he realizes. That the once bright eyes no longer shined, only reflecting emptiness back to him.

"I couldn't protect (Y/N), I can longer be trusted to protect everyone."

❥ Kaji stands, leaning casually against a chain fence with his usual headphones to his ears, a song playing - a blank stare on his face. Enomoto comes running panting with Kusumi following close behind. Enomoto's eyes widen in shock at the scene in front of him. His class leader sitting, his fists bloodied - a spread of unconscious bodies surrounding him. Kaji doesn't even look at his friends, ignoring them as he properly stands - brushing past them to walk away until Enomoto stops him with a hand to his shoulder. As the hand touches Kaji's shoulder, a switch happens - he angrily swats his friend's hand away. Enomoto and Kusumi stood in shock, the look on Kaji's face was the same face he used to have years ago. His usual blue eyes swirling with sadness and rage. A deep emptiness infixed within him. Ever since you died, he no longer knew he was or who to be anymore. Your guiding hand no longer extended towards him. Enomoto tries talk some sense into his friend that what he was doing was wrong but Kaji answers back with only shouts colored in anger. The sudden movement knocks Kaji's headphones from his head. A familiar song played from the device, Enomoto and Kasumi knew it well. It was your favorite song.

"Don't you get it?! T-This is the only way I can feel something!"

❥ Endo stares up into the bright full moon, as he sits on a swing. The deserted playground he's at is quiet, with only the whispers of the wind. He looks to a swing beside him. He can see the ghost of your figure sitting on it, asking him if he could push you. At the vision, a smile creeps upon Endo's face - you look so happy and beautiful calling out to him. Unconsciously, he reaches a hand out towards you, only to brush against nothing. The image of you disappearing like sand to the wind. It often happens, a memory of you attached to everything around him - that's how much he sees you even when you’re gone. He believes that he sees you but only to meet with disappointment and a blank space where you used to be. On nights where he's left to his own thoughts, the image of you becomes clearer as if you were really there. He swears you spoke to him with your usual sweet voice and he happily replied back. He doesn't want to accept that you're gone, his entire being rejecting the notion but deep down inside he knows that you’re truly gone from this world. Even if he knows that they're only illusions created by his own mind, it's the only way he won't succumb to the loneliness of your absence. Maybe one day, when he reaches out to you he’ll actually get to touch your soft skin again. Until then he’ll keep reaching out to you.

"When will you come to see me again, (Y/N)?"

[im-chilling]

I feel like more people should talk about the backstory we have on Stone because we have some good details.

Like the fact his sister is a candy "drug" dealer, and I'm pretty sure his sister experimented on him

The first first one I assume is Stone wanting to be replaced by a rabbit so she can experiment on that instead of him.

The caption for the second picture was "No Stone you can't leave yet it's for science"

Also we know his family was shit

And there's also this information about him

Sorry if none of this makes any sense I just want to talk about this Stones backstory. It seems so interesting. I also want to know more about Avrille. But at the same time I have no idea how canon any of this is anymore because it's really old. You can find all the pictures I used on zeddyzi's Tumblr.

[penheadie]

epic prank bro

[sw-au-ocs]

Please forget me… pt.2 : the deal

“Why hello there…”, the spirit greeted with tone laced in melancholy, “I suppose you’ve summoned me for a favor…is that correct???”

Stone stood there in absolute shock at the sight in front of them.

‘Holy fucking shit, it worked…’, he thought to himself before gaining composure so he can negotiate with the entity.

Stone opened his mouth to speak, but was immediately cut off when a certain SOMEONE said…

“Are you single???”

“VINNIE NO!!!”

“What?! Am just curio-“

Stone whipped his head around towards Vinnie, giving her a pissed off look. The kind of look that said, “STFU! THAT’S NOT WHAT WE CALLED HER FOR, YA HORNY BITCH!!!!”

Vinnie was about to say an insult, but decided not to, as she knew it wasn’t the right time anyways.

Stone then took a deep breath and faced the floating spirit in the eyes, “yes…we did, your grace…”

“Please…no need for the modesty,” the spirit said gently, “am just the giver…what can I do for you???”

Stone got straight (lol) to the point, “my husband is terribly ill and has a few months of life left, and I NEED you to cure him!”

The spirit eyes widened at the demand, goodness! Never in her 1000 years has a mortal EVER been this direct before.

Well…not ENTIRELY true.

“My goodness…you’re one of the few people who’ve ever been so…straightforward with this request…fascinating…you remind me of that poor woman.”

Stone furrow his brows in confusion. Was she referring to Natalia???

He shook his head, now is NOT the time to play detective.

“Is there anything you can do? Please help us!”, Skipp begged the spirit, he didn’t want to lose one of his closest buddies…not again.

“Please, we can make a deal! I’ll give you ANYTHING if you can heal him! Please…please I beg of you…your are last resort…”

Stone hated the way he phrased that…but it was true.

The spirit wiped away the unknown tears falling from his face. Fuck! When did he started crying?

“Hmmm…am sorry to hear that your loved one’s close to death…you say he’s gravely sick, correct?”

Stone nodded, “that’s what I said…”

The spirit then floated back as she began thinking to herself.

She then looked at them with a face of determination as she said, “lead to him…”

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At the loot-bag hospital

The spirit touched a sleeping Sora’s forehead, trying to figure out what she was working with.

After a few seconds, she then pulled her hand away, as if she had touch a burning stove.

The trio quickly ran over to her as she fell to the floor. Vinnie try to help her up, but took a few minutes to realize that she was a spirit.

“What’s going on? What did you see?!”, Stone asked, urging the spirit to tell them what was going on inside Sora’s head.

“Stone! Give her a minute, man!”

“FUCK NO! SORA’S DYING AND YOU-“

“Guys! STOP IT!”, Skipp yelled as he turned to the spirit, “Miss spirit, are you OK?”

The Spirit stood up, she looked up at them, with tears in her eyes.

“His memories…his nightmares…he’s…he’s SUFFERING…it’s EATING him ALIVE…”

Stone looked at Sora in horror, It’s true that he had seen multiple nights Sora wake up and start crying from those dreams…but the rest…he didn’t know it was THAT BAD.

“What? So you CAN’T save him?!”, Vinnie asked in a fearful tone.

“No, I’ve never said I COULDN’T save him…I-I can. But…”

“But what? What’s the matter?!”, Skipp asked anxiously.

The spirit turned to them, and sorrowfully said…

“But I HAVE to remove his memory…that’s the ONLY way I can save him…”

The trio fell silent.

Wait…WHAT?!

“W-what do you mean by ‘remove his memories’??? Are…are you saying that…”

The spirit stood firmly, “in order for him to live, you’ll have to forget about you all…forget EVERYTHING.”

“What…”

“So you’re saying we can’t even get him into therapy?!!! WTF LADY?!!!”

“B-but there has to be another way!”, Skipp urged, “y-you can’t do this! Please! It’ll DESTROY EVERYONE!!!! It’ll destroy Olive, Quinn, Bailey, Jasper, Zaria, And-AND!!!…”

The Spirit lowered her head, “I’m sorry…but it is the only way that I can help…if they remain…he’ll surely perish…”

Vinnie groaned in frustration, Skipp began to start sobbing, and Stone…

There’s was silence for a moment.

“If you remove his memories…he’ll will live???”

The duo turned towards Stone, eyes filled with betrayal and disbelief…he…he did NOT just ask that!

The spirit looked at Stone and nodded.

“Stone, what the ACTUAL hell?!!”, Vinnie snarled, “ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING IT!?!!!”

“If it’s the ONLY way he’ll live…that’s good enough for me…”

“But Stone! He won’t remember you…remember us…remember…”

…

“He won’t remember us…will he???”

The spirit nodded.

“But…he’ll live…right??? As…as long as he doesn’t remember EVERYTHING???”

“I gave you my word…if there’s ANY reference to those past events…he’ll die…though he WILL remember a few people, it’ll be the people that DIDNT hurt him or vise versa…”

Skipp and Vinnie looked at Stone, eyes BEGGING for him to reconsider…but it was clear that he ALREADY decided his choice.

Stone kept quiet as he walked over towards the spirit.

Stone extended his hand towards her, “it’s a deal then…”

It was set.

There was no going back after this…

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Morning: 6:00 am

Stone quietly walked into Sora’s room. His hands shaking as he gently took Sora’s hand into his…

Did…did it really work?

Suddenly, the young emo heard rustling between the covers.

‘Fuck!’ Stone thought as he backed away from the other as he woke up.

As Sora emerges from the covers, Stone began to notice VERY slight differences.

Sora’s eye scar was no longer present.

His eye bags were gone.

His skin was a glowing tan.

His hair was slightly curly again.

He looked more…innocent…like the day they first reunited after a few years.

Stone couldn’t take his eyes off of him…was Sora always this…mesmerizing???

Before Stone could react, Sora’s eyes suddenly fell upon him.

His eyes…they were now more circular…

They were…they are beautiful…

Sora gently smiled at him.

“Excuse me…do…do I know you???”

[eclipssnstars]

Here's part of a fanfic I wrote way back in May of last year:

Vinnie felt nothing as she fell through the air. The only thing she heard was the wind whistling in her ears and the thunder that echoed through the sky. She saw Ditch’s face appear over the edge of the cliff, his mouth moving frantically, tears running down his face, his eyes wide with hysteria and fear. He extended an arm out to her as if trying to reach her and pull her back to safety.

She remembered way back when they were in love; that felt like ages ago. She saw Stone and Skipp’s faces. Their lips were moving, but she couldn’t hear what they were saying. She closed her eyes as tears escaped from the corners.

“Goodbye…” she whispered, a sad smile forming on her lips.

She crashed into the water and pain exploded through her body like a ball of fire. She felt cold, then warm. Then everything numbed, and the world faded to black.

[snapshot-bee]

Skipp angst to try and bring my motivation back

Didn't know what to do, and then I thought about Vinnie, Stone and their Emotional Support Skipp, so quick little headcannon on how he deals with his own bad moments idkALSO IGNORE THE BG I CANT DO THOSE-

Character not mine, OC is by the lovely @zeddyzi

[savi0rr]

HI HEY HELLO how are you? Can I request something? sorry if this a too of a big ask and you have to do it if you don't want to but can we get a like 11-13 year old reader who lives at the orphanage and they're a good- like GREAT liar and one day just disappears so Vinnie Stone and Skipp went to go look for them also can this be a angst please? And have a AMAZING day/night 💖

Gone, Probably Forever.

Ramshackle x Reader

a/n: HI!! IM DOING GOOD!! I literally love and I love writing angst😈 (I also saw ur other message SO DONT WORRY LMAO)

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“Vinnie why would they be hiding under a rock?” Stone asked he looked back at Vinnie. She was searching everywhere for you—they had woken up and saw that you were gone. “Do you think they were caught and went back to the orphanage?” Skipp spoke up as he walked over to the two. Skipp bit his nails nervously.

“No. They’re smarter than that. They weren’t get themselves caught they would have lied about it.” Stone said as he puffed out smoke from his cigarette. “Should we check the orphanage, just in case? They wouldn’t just up and leave.” Vinnie said as she gulped, glancing over to Stone and Skipp. The two stayed silent.

“It doesn’t hurt to check, though.” Vinnie said as she clenched her fists. No she wasn’t about to abandoned someone so young. She couldn’t abandoned anyone else.

“Come on.” Vinnie said as she began to walk out of the alleyway. Stone and Skipp look at each other, before nodding and following after Vinnie.

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“I have orders that I can’t let you three—hobos in.” The lady at the front desk said as she frowned. “Look ma’am—“ Skipp was cut off by Vinnie. “Listen here lady, our friend is missing, who is only a child. And we just want to make sure that they are safe and sound. Nothing all!” Vinnie yelled as she clenched her fists tightly. Stone stayed silent as he began to slowly sneak off past the desk, sending a nod over to Skipp who patted Vinnie shoulder to let her know. She glanced at Skipp, before she continued to cause a scene.

Stone looked around—and nothing.

“Really? Nothing?!” Vinnie sighed as she shook her head. “Maybe they are really gone—for good.” Skipp frowned as he flopped down onto the ground. “I doubt that. Maybe something happened?” Stone spoke up as he drank more. “OH MY GOD WHAT IF THEY WERE KIDNAPPED?!” “Vinnie, if anything they would trick their kidnapper and hold them hostage..”

[capy-123rs]

YEEHAWW 🤠

[randomfanner]

Runaway (Stone x OC/Reader)

Hello! This is my first Ramshackle fic. I might end up doing more but I really hope I don’t because I have another fic to finish! Anyway content warnings: past abuse, drug use, anxiety. summary: Anastasia’s cruel subconscious rudely snapped her from sleep. She could feel the cold sweat rolling itself down her back and her breathing was heavier. Reality set in quickly as she realized she was in a tent rather than her old bedroom. She looked at the three Scraps who peacefully slept beside her.

‘Worthless Brat! How come you can’t do anything right?!” 

Anastasia’s cruel subconscious rudely snapped her from sleep. She could feel the cold sweat rolling itself down her back and her breathing was heavier. Reality set in quickly as she realized she was in a tent rather than her old bedroom. She looked at the three Scraps who peacefully slept beside her.

Her eyes shifted away from them. It felt wrong to still think of them as Scraps when they were kind enough to accept her into their group. She reached down next to where she slept and picked up her glasses. She fumbled around her bag and the limited amount of her possessions, zipping a secret pocket she pulled out a journal. 

Careful shifting the blanket off of her, She slinked out of the tent, doing everything she could not to wake the others. Her foot got caught on something in the tent and she tumbled into the alley way, a hand covering her mouth to make sure she didn’t make any noise as she found herself facing the cool night air. She turned to look back at them, going still as she waited for any signs that one had been woken up.

When she figured she was in the clear, she finally made herself out of the alleyway and pressed up against the building. She settled her back up against the wall and laid there. Anastasia stared out at the empty street in front of the alley before tilting her head back, she could hear the quiet thunk as the back of her skull touched the coarse brick.

Some things never do change, whether it be in the ‘cushy’ walls of one of the manors or it be out on the desolate streets. Anastasia had foolishly believed simply leaving that hellhole would stop the nightmares from plaguing her… She flipped open the leather journal and spun the pencil around as she landed on a fresh blanket page, tapping the eraser to her chin.

“What are yae doing out ‘ere?” 

Anastasia clapped the book shut and shoved it behind her, almost jumping out of her skin to see who had spoken to her. She rested a hand on her chest. “Stone… I am sorry, did-did I wake you?”

“Naw,” he walked over to the other side of her, pressing his back against the wall before spreading out his legs as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out his box of mismatched cigarettes and pulled one out. “Are yae going to answer my question?” 

“It’s nothing.”

His cigarette dipped down from a moment before he flicked it up. “Then why have yae been sneaking out for the last few nights?”

Anastasia tensed up. “I am sorry…” 

“I am not askin’ for an apology,” Stone looked at her took a long drag of his cigarette. “I am tryin’ to make sure yer alright, alright?” the gray smoke poured from his mouth as he looked at the sky. “If you don’t want to talk about it, I am not gonna force you.” 

Anatasia looked at his profile for a bit, it took her a moment to long to realize she had been staring at him. “… It really is nothing,” Anastasia shifted her head to look at the gray road. “Just… bad dreams.” 

“It isn’t nothing if it is keeping you up all night,” Stone grinded the nub into the ground. “You are a Scrap now, if something is distressing you, we are all going to want to help you…”

“You all have already helped me so much…. I don’t want to bother you. A-and besides, there isn’t much that can be done…”

Stone rolled his eyes. “It isn’t fuckin��� botherin’ us,” Stone pulled out his vodka bottle and took a swig from it before placing it down in the dirt, grinding it into the dirt and stone. “Trustin’ might not come naturally, it might even be terrifyin’, but yer a scrap now…” he looked to the side and shrugged, thinking of Vinnie’s words. “Scraps have each other’s back.“

“... I will try….” Anatasia meant it in earnest. 

Stone grabbed his package of cigarettes again and went towards the corner, pulling out a cigarette that looked different from the others. It was thicker and she could clearly see where it had been rolled.  He lit it and took a long drag before holding it out to her. “Here, this might help.” 

“Oh, I-I don’t-”

“I know you don’t smoke, it isn’t a cig. It’s pot.” 

“Oh-” It wasn’t something she had access to directly, but Anastasia had actually read about some of the medical benefits of Marijuana. One of them was helping with sleep. She carefully took it and held it like he had, trying to take an equal as long drag. Not that she got very far before she was hacking. She shoved a hand over her mouth

Stone carefully took the joint from her fingers, putting his other hand on her back, helping to steady her. “Don’t worry about ‘em, those two can sleep through anything.”  After she managed to breathe a bit Stone moved away, taking another hit before offering it back.

Anastasia took a few deep breaths before she picked it up again, taking a smaller hit this time. She began to cough as she offered it back to Stone.   He took one more hit and offered it back for the last time. After she had taken her last hit he put it out and back into the box. “That’s enough for your first time.”

“Thank you…” she said.  She turned back to looking at the road and after a few seconds her entire body went slack, staring up at the sky.

Stone watched her and a tiny, tiny grin came to his face. “Are you still in there?”

“Huh?” Anastasia snapped out of it and looked at him. “Sorry…” her eyes fell and she began to stare at his chest, beginning to completely space out again.  

“Got anything in particular on yer mind?” he asked. 

“... I really wanna cuddle with you…” 

Stone tensed up a bit and cleared his throat. He looked to the side before his irises rolled back over to her. “Fine. Ya get five minutes.” 

With a bit more excitement than she would have expected from herself, she clung to his waist. Her head fell into his chest and she closed her eyes. After only about two minutes of resting on top of him, she was out. 

Stone held his arms out before his body slowly relaxed. He took her glasses off and carefully folded them up, putting them on top of the journal. After a few minutes he huffed, his arms relaxing to her waist. “Fine…. Guess you can stay a little longer than five minutes…”

Skipp sat up in bed and looked around. Something was missing, he knew it. After a second it clicked. “Vinnie! Vinnie! Stone and Anastasia are missing!” 

Vinnie immediately sat up and went out of the tent. Her eyes scanned around and she rounded the corner. Both of her feet planted into the ground and the expression of concern shifted to a stupidly big grin. “Oooohhh- I know why they were sneakin’ off-” 

“What happened are the-” Skipp stopped as he rounded the corner and he let out a loud gasp. Stone opened one eye and glared. 

“What is it?” he grumbled. His hand on Anastasia’s waist tapped her and he looked down. Both of his hands flew off and Anastasia remained knocked out. 

“Stone-  don't tell me you got a crush on Anastasia-” Skipp whisper-yelled. 

Stone’s cheeks turned bright pink. “I don’t have a damn crush.”

“Oohhhhhhh you dooooon’t?” Vinnie had a tease in her tone as she showed off all of her teeth. “Whatcha doing then?”

“She wasn’t sleepin’ well, nothing more than that,” Stone shook Anastasia’s shoulders which jolted her awake. She looked at him and immediately flung herself off of his body. 

“Good morning! I am sorry!” 

“Yer fine, it’s just morning-” Stone grumbled as he got up. “Come on, we got better things to do than just being in awe.”

“Stone! I think it is a good thing!”

“It’s alright you know,” Vinnie continued to tease.

Anya took a breath and put a hand on her bright red cheeks. She reached down and opened her glasses before sliding them on with one hand. 

That was one way to start a the morning, but she couldn’t deny she did feel a lot better. 

[cherrythepuppet]

Nothing Left To Lose

TW: Kidnapping (?)

[Guys Holy shit. Melora Lore]

Mel balled her fist as Skipp tried reaching for her  "Melora, you're angry, I get it. Believe me I know what it's like but you are making a mistake" Skipp told her

Mel didn't look at him making Skipp sigh "Mel, trust me Becoming the villain isn't the answer" He said but then Mel turned around "Is that what you think I am?" She glared

"The path I'm on is a path paved in black! I'm taking that road and I'm not looking back!" She shouted "My path is dark but I see where it ends" She added

Skipp opened his mouth to speak but Mel cut him off "Despise me, that's fine! I'm taking what's mine" She replied 

"I have nothing left to lose anyways! This is something I've wanted for as long as I can remember!"  "But wants change! A-and what about Vinnie? If you do this not only will you lose her... You'd lose everyone else" Skipp reasoned

Mel tensed up and and for a moment she was conflicted "... Nothing left to lose" She repeated "You have so much to hold onto!" Skipp exclaimed "I only want my rightful dues!" Mel argued

Mel frowned as Skipp didn't give up on trying to change her mind before she snapped her fingers and two guys came up from behind Skipp throwing a sack over his head

"You'll stay with us until this is over" Mel told him while Skipp's shouts were muffled, Mel looked over to the two guys and nodded

They nodded back and dragged Skipp away leaving Mel alone "... Now I have nothing left to lose..." She sighed trying to ignore the feeling of guilt in the back of her mind...

[pxrfaitgirlz]

being an ao3 writer is crazy bc I go from writing the angstiest fic of my life (iykyk) to cuddle fics smh (it’s the roadkill fanfic ehe)

[the-original-skipps]

|| Hearing that you’re heavily injured because of them. || Wind Breaker Reactions ||

as much as I love the fluff I really need some angst too mwahaha also first time writing for endo i hope i got him right

CW: angst. mentions of injury. mentions of violence. potential oocness.

PART 2 BELOW!

: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Nirei Akihito. Umemiya Hajime. Kaji Ren. Endo Yamato.

❥ Sakura dropped the coffee cup he was holding as it shattered to the ground. Momentarily frozen from shock at the news. Before Nirei could catch his breath and explain the situation further, Sakura abruptly stands up, knocking over the chair he was sitting on. Without speaking to anyone, Sakura runs out of the cafe and onto the streets despite his friends calling out his name. The only thought that ran through his head is that he had to get to where you were no matter what. Pushing aside anyone who was in his way, he ran all the way to the hospital. Panting tired and desperate he shouts at the hospital staff to see you, causing a ruckus that has people looking in worry. He could barely keep himself together, he just needed to see you - if you were going to be alright. The weight crushing his heart that it was somehow his fault that it happened in the first place.

"P-Please, I need to see t-them....!"

❥ Suo has a blank look on his face, his eyes distant as he hangs up the call he received from the hospital. Sakura and Nirei look at him questionably, before a smile breaks out on Suo's face. He suddenly excuses himself, before walking off in a different direction. However, what unsettles both Sakura and Nirei was despite the bright smile Suo gave, his eye reflected nothing. He was calm as he spoke to the hospital staff, as they explained your situation. His heart sinking and anger rising the more they explained to him the extent of your injuries. Afterwards, he sits down in front of the emergency room with a dark look in his eye - vowing to enact revenge.

"Whoever did this to you, I'll make sure they'll regret it."

❥ Nirei could feel his chest constricting and tightening at the news of you being in the hospital's emergency room. He struggles to breath, fist clenching his shirt - feeling like he was hyperventilating as tears pricked his eyes. Suo looking towards his friend in worry, quietly whispered assurances - helping him get his breathing stabilized again. Suo flinches a bit in surprise as Nirei suddenly lets a dreadful wail, tears now flowing freely. He clutches a fist full of hair in his hands as his mind fills with the images of your smiling face before abruptly cutting off to show the awful images of you on the hospital bed. As tears burned his eyes, he chants to himself- like a broken record.

"I-It's all my f-fault..."

❥ Umemiya drops the potted plant he was holding, shattering as Hiragi stands before him with a grim look on his face. Uncaring, Umemiya turns around with a hard look on his face as he orders Hiragi to gather everyone at the hospital before walking off with a slam of the rooftop door. His thoughts swirl with potential suspects on who might have done this to you. He knew his mind was going to dark places as the anger and rage consumed him. The students flinch as they look on with fear before moving out of his way as they see their usual happy go lucky leader, quiet. The aura of wrath emanating from him, sending fear shooting straight up to whoever dares to look. Forgiveness is not an option, they'll have to pay with destruction.

"(Y/N), I'll swear I'll find whoever did this to you..."

❥ Kaji crushes the lollipop he was eating with his teeth as the fury bubbles inside him like lava. Instantly standing up, he kicks away the chair he was sitting on - it almost breaks from the force. How dare they hurt you! A flash of your smile appearing in his mind. His classmates around him looked onwards with shock and fear. They've seen their class leader get angry before but this type of anger sends terror onto them. Even Enomoto and Kusumi look at him with worry, unsure of the words to say to console him. Kaji sets his eyes on the desk in front of him, before lifting it up and smashing it to the ground. As it smashes, he lets out a loud roar causing the people around him to shrink back.

"THEY'LL PAY FOR THIS! THEY'LL FUCKIN PAY!!!"

❥ Endo bursts out into laughter which quickly turns maniacal. The laughter resonating and echoing in the abandoned warehouse he stands in. A type of madness reflecting in his green eyes which resulted from pure white hot anger. His hands itching to beat the face of whoever hurt you into a bloody incognizable mess. When he gets his hands on whoever dared to touch you, he'll make sure to repay the pain they gave you tenfold. No matter how much they beg for mercy or death but he'll grant them no such release. They will be an example made to the future to anyone who dares to try and harm you. They'll regret it, he swears this to you.

"Don't worry, my love. I'll make them scream so loud you'll hear them..!"

PART 2

[someonefantastic]

Heartthrob and James highlights Angel’s growth so well imo cause like James is really well used in a way that feels more comfortable? almost as opposed to other one off vampires in Angel's past like Penn or Sam and that, in my opinion, is not only because his story feels motivated and fulfilled in a way that moves the story forward but also because he is a foil for who Angel used to be. Considering how Heartthrob examines Angel's relationship with Buffy and his feelings over her death, James' "romeo and juliet"-like love for Elizabeth feels very similar to how Angel and Buffy's relationship was throughout the first three seasons of Buffy. Granted Angel and Buffy grew and changed and had a lot more nuance to it than the one episode relationship of James and Elizabeth but the results are still the same. Because if Buffy's death had come within the first three seasons of Buffy, Angel's reaction would've been the same or very similar to James'. Her death would've killed him because that's all he had at that point in time. His only relationship and purpose was found in Buffy. But by the time season 3 of ATS rolls around, Angel has other relationships and genuine friendships with the people he's around and a mission that gives him a purpose in life. And yes, Buffy's death still hurts him, as the episode and his three month grief retreat points out, but it doesn't kill him. Like Cordelia says, "If you were a loser, if you were some sick obsessed vampire, you'd go to a Snod demon, or whatever, and get your heart cut out. But you're not! You're a living, breathing... Well, living, anyway - good guy, whose still fighting and trying to help people, and that's not betraying her, that's honoring her." This ep is just so good because it establishes how much Angel has grown over the past few seasons, that he's not the same guy who only had Buffy and nothing else to live for, he's now someone who can go on living for a whole bunch of reasons and in doing so he's respecting Buffy in a way that she honestly deserves

[bunni-v1]

Aventurine NSFW Headcannons

🍓This took me so long to get done, and I'm not 100% satisfied, but I wanted to get these out. There's so much I left unsaid, and I feel like if I kept going it would never stop. So enjoy the very basics of what I feel Aventurine is like in bed. Smaller posts are coming in the future so I can take time to work on the genshin stuff I have coming, alongside requests I plan on doing a full fic for <3

Tagging: @the-original-skipps (mwah mwah, just for you pookie)

Tw: Mentions of past sexual assault; Aventurine has unhealthy views of sex; Aventurine's past; NSFW; Pretty vanilla ngl; grammar errors

Info: Aventurine x Reader; Angst; Fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

MDNI

-Aventurine and sex do not mix well – at least, not at the start. 

-Much like love, he has a very jaded view of sexual intimacy. He was (heavily implied to have been) sexually assaulted by many different unsavory types when he was younger. His body wasn’t his own then, and the sex was brutal and unkind – something he hated.

-As he grew, both in stature and into his title of Aventurine of Strategems, his hatred of sex turned into something different. It was still hatred, he hated the act more than anything in the world most times, but he realized his body was good for something.

-Aventurine was an attractive man, despite his eyes being a less than savory feature to most people. His body was lean and lithe, his clothes and hair perfectly styled and trendy, not to mention the air of mystery he had drew people in like moths to flame. 

-All of it was crafted by his own two hands, of course. He was attractive because he wanted – no, needed to be. So, he made sure he was, of course, no one would do business with him otherwise.

-Pretty as a peacock, you could hardly tell he was once a slave or a dirty Avgin boy.

-He’s pleasantly surprised to find that the body he so hated being born into was a good business tool when he needed it to be.

-People really will do anything to get off, and as much as it disgusted him to do such depraved things, he would do whatever he had to to get what he wanted.

-He’d scrub his skin raw in the shower afterward, trying desperately to get the smell of sex off him. Hoping that if he scratches hard enough the ugly purple bruises will wash away with soap and water. They never do, and they leave him feeling vile until they fade.

-Regardless men, women, monsters – he really didn’t care what he was fucking so long as it got him what he was looking for.

-That’s what sex is to Aventurine, a transaction. He scoffs at the idea of it being anything more than that. Sex was rough and sweaty and all kinds of disgusting, how could anyone derive pleasure from that? You fuck, you cum, you say goodbye. Simple. As. That.

-Ah, but, then again you come along and you just love challenging his worldview don’t you? With your pretty little eyes and your sweet, comforting words. You always make him question himself. It would be annoying if he didn’t love you so damn much.

-Your first time with him is… incredibly unpleasant. It’s not as though he doesn’t account for you or your wants, but there’s a disconnect. He’s too… pliant and yet all too controlling. First times are rarely good, but this felt alien. Like the person you were with was not your beloved Kakavasha, but some strange man taking his place for the night.

-He’s doing things he thinks you want, he’s saying sweet words he’d whispered to hundreds of other partners, it’s all that he thinks you need, what he’s decided in his head that you’d like, rather than something that comes from knowing you.

-He doesn’t ask, he just gives and takes and then it’s over. It’s unfulfilling and empty, leaving you with a dull ache in your chest.

-He doesn’t even offer you or himself aftercare, and you find him scrubbing his skin red in the shower afterward like he was trying to rid himself of any trace of you.

-It makes you feel terrible. Like you’re some whore he’s picked up off the streets and not his long-term partner with whom he’s shared some of the darkest parts of himself.

-You cry into those expensive satin sheets, ruining them with your sniffling. It’s quite the sight for Aventurine to walk back into.

-He expected you to be asleep, or at least resting in some capacity, but crying? His heart sinks as he rushes to your side, then somehow falls further when you tug yourself away from him.

-He’s perceptive enough to realize that he had been the one to put you in such a state, but he didn’t really understand why.

-When he’s able to calm you enough to get you to talk to him, you’re able to explain that you felt so disregarded. There was no connection or love or care from him, did he not feel you were worthy of sharing that in moments of intimacy?

-That makes him sick. Never in a million years would he want to make you feel as though he does not love you, despite previous behaviors. You were his whole world, part of the reason he continued to exist. How could he ever make you feel unworthy of him?

-He nearly spirals there, but your tears are enough to remind him that he is not the one who needs love and reassurance. So, always eager to learn and grow with you, he asks you what you believe sex should be like… and it’s quite different from what he understands.

-You describe it like an extension of yourself. A means of intimacy and trust a level deeper than words and affection can get you. You are vulnerable during sex, you are at your weakest and you are sharing that with the person you love. It’s the most intimate thing you could do with a person, and while it can be fun and it can simply be because it feels good, it can also be because you love the other person so deeply you have no other way to express it.

-Aventurine finds the definition to be rather naive, but you had always been a bleeding heart. (Which he, regardless of if Kakavasha or Aventurine was leading charge, would give anything to protect). Yet… Kakavasha likes it. Kakavasha wants to do that with you, he wants to show you how much he loves you, he wants to hold you even closer and share such sweet nothings with you.

-He tries to toss it out initially because if he thought about it like that he would have to confront himself. Look that trauma in the eyes and acknowledge that, once again, you’d proven him wrong in a way he was annoyingly not expecting.

-But as the days go by and you slowly begin to become physical with him again, he wonders fondly how it would feel. Taking his time with you, he means.

-He couldn’t help but wonder how nice it would be to really feel your skin under his fingers. To kiss every inch of you, to hear you sigh his name like he crafted the heavens with his own two hands. Ah, Kakavasha won again, it seems.

-So he goes to you, like an apologetic puppy, and he apologizes for how terrible he was. How he reflected and regrets it, and he wants to try again and let you take the lead this time. 

-Despite everything, you say yes, and you allow him this second chance to redefine his worldview yet again.

-Aeons it’s life-changing sex. 

-Slow, careful, and all kinds of intimate. He’s still on top because he could not trust even you to be on top. He needed that control. But he listens to what you need, and he finds he’s very good at servicing you. Just as good as he is at spoiling you with his riches.

-You guide him to kiss you deeply, tongues tangling in a tango to a tempo only the two of you could enjoy. You show him how to leave love bites that make his spine tingle. How different parts of your body make you feel different kinds of pleasure. He gets to feel your skin beneath his fingertips, taste your very being on his tongue, and swallow the angelic cries of his name.

-It’s a kind of intimacy and affection he’d never been afforded in his life. A vulnerability he hadn’t expected himself to enjoy, and yet as he sobs into your shoulder at his release, he finds himself wanting more.

-It becomes a problem, really. One taste of it and you have both your sweet Kakavasha and the hardened businessman Aventurine absolutely addicted. In the privacy of his condo, he can lust after you all he wants. You would never deny him the pleasure of freedom, though you would tell him no after the third night in a row for your aching hips. (He will draw you a bath and book you an appointment at the finest spa he can get you into for the next day.)

-In his office, or during a meeting, or talking to the Doctor, however… that’s a problem. He wasn’t supposed to like it that much, but that intimacy had him aching through his expensive slacks. 

-He thinks about it all the time, and he’s taken to locking his office doors and keeping the blinds shut airtight for more than half the day. He hopes no one notices how many bathroom breaks he takes during meetings. He tries his best to forget the boner he popped in front of the esteemed doctor talking about finances.

-You literally have him addicted to being in love with you, it’s quite the conundrum you’ve found yourselves in… but, would you really ever want to change that? He’s very good in bed after all, so it can’t be that bad.

-Aventurine is a switch-leaning top (so sorry Aventio shippers), and I say this only because he does not like relinquishing control. Especially when he’s in such a vulnerable state, especially with his past traumas, he would rather be in charge than trust you and have you hurt him.

-He softens up significantly as time goes on, and he is more willing to allow you to service him how you please, but he never really gives up his control. There’s always a reminder that he has the say-so in what does or does not go.

-That being said he is very giving, without having to be asked he will happily do whatever you need of him. It’s just in his nature to service, those pretty little moans are all the payment he needs.

-I won’t lie and say he isn’t a tease, though. He’s incorrigible, actually. He loves to tease you, be it with his words or his actions, he loves getting you squirming beneath him.

-He’ll mumble against your throat how needy you are for him, how you’re already so worked up and he hasn’t even gotten past your clothes, how cute you are when you’re so needy for him. His fingers will graze you with such feather-light touch you’ll whine at him, and he always coos at you like a needy little thing – as if he isn’t the one tormenting you.

-He’s a fan of edging, which just comes with the territory too. He spends hours of his time building you up to your orgasm, crooking his fingers and swirling his tongue so you’re right there, and then he’ll pull away leaving you crying for more.

-It’s all worth it when he does let you cum, though. The orgasm shaking the very foundation of you, sticky fluids staining yet another pair of satin sheets. 

-That’s not even mentioning his dick, which he is just as talented with. It’s slim, the same shade as the rest of him, with an upward curve that rubs against your g-spot so very well without him having to try.

-It fits so snugly inside, and if you watch closely you can see the effect you have on him as his perfect poker face cracks just a little. He loves to feel you from the inside, it may be one of his favorite things in the world.

-You are warm and squishy and so very accepting of him, conforming to the size and shape of his member like you were made to do so. Like you were made for him and him alone, it’s a deeply romantic thought that he would scoff at if he were in a less hazy mindset.

-He’s rarely rough with you, preferring to show you how much he loves you more softly, though he can be rough upon request.

-Sometimes if you get him jealous enough he’ll be rough on his own accord, but never uncaring or unloving. Even when he has you face down, ass up he makes you feel like the most precious gemstone in the entire world.

-He likes sex slow and long, preferring if it is dragged out across multiple sessions with sweet nothings and gentle care between the breaks. 

-However, he rarely has the free time for such things, and as such he gets very good at making the most of the time that he does have.

-Because of his high sex drive, quickies are common, but they are no less fulfilling than the long sessions he enjoys having. 

-He’s adept at getting you to cum in under five minutes with his fingers, he can do it in two with his tongue thrown in, and that’s usually fast enough for him to quickly get off and get back to what he needs to do.

-Unfortunately, he isn’t the kinkiest guy. He doesn’t like tying up or being tied up, he’s not a fan of power play, roleplaying seems to turn him off (again, not a fan of power play, which a lot of scenarios include this), no hitting or degrading, and pretty much anything that could remotely involve hurting either of you is a no from him.

-He thinks for a while he’s fine with it, and he is willing to try anything once, but it only takes him one time to realize he does not like physical or mental pain. It’s not sexy, it’s traumatizing and he won’t be convinced to try it.

-He does, however, really enjoy you wearing lingerie. Lacy ones dotted with expensive stones are his favorites. Frequently you’ll find a set sent to you in pretty packaging with a little note telling you to ‘enjoy your present.’ Meaning, he wants a picture of you in it ASAP.

-Also a fan of seeing you in his clothes. If he spots you lounging about in his shirt after a long day of work, he’ll be all over you like a helpless puppy.

-Cockwarming you when he works from home is a favorite of his, liking the way you wiggle and squirm as he combs over documents. His poker face really is something impressive, you have no clue how he’s re-read the same sentence ten times as you clench around him again.

-Office sex is unlikely, purely because he doesn’t like you being anywhere near IPC headquarters if he can help it. But if you do stop by for some reason, the likelihood of him bending you over the desk and fucking you raw is about 99%. He does miss you a lot during the day, after all, you can’t shame him for indulging in his favorite treat after so long without it.

-He just truly, deeply loves you. Once he begins to have a healthy relationship with sex and associate it with you rather than the horrors of his past, it’s nothing but loving and delightful. He takes the whole idea that it is an extension of his admiration for you very literally, and showers you in his affections through sex.

[sw-au-ocs]

Please forget me…pt.3 : this is goodbye

Stone looked at Sora, almost as if he was paralyzed by his sudden words.

He didn’t know what to say or do… What do you say to the person whose memories of you are no longer there???

“Um…are you alright sir????…”, Sora asked as he tilted his head at Stone.

Stone shook his head, composing himself.

“Señor???”

Stone looked at Sora again, “I uhhhh…am alright! D-don’t worry about it.”, he assured, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Oh! That’s good,” Sora said happily, “but you didn’t answer my question earlier…do I know you???”

Stone looked at ground, “no…no I don’t suppose we met…,” he then looks at Sora, “am sorry to disappoint you…”

Sora looked…a little saddened by the confirmation, “o-oh! I’m sorry! It’s just that you seem familiar somehow.”

“Do I???”

“Mhm!”, Sora nodded.

Stone then notice Sora looking around the room, he was probably curious about what he was doing in a hospital bed…or why HE was here.

“Oh my apologies,” Stone said, “my name is Fergus Wickerman…I was the one that brought you here…I… accidentally ran you over with my car…am sorry.”, he said as he bowed to Sora.

There was silence for a while until Sora started to chuckle at his apology.

Stone felt his face flare up, “w-why are you laughing?! I-I just apologize for running you over!”

“Pffffffttt-No! No! It’s ok! It’s ok!”, Sora assured, “it’s-it’s just the way you said it was too cute! Hehehehehehe!!!!”

Stone turned away, blushing in embarrassment.

Sora then stopped giggling, seeing Stone’s face COMPLETELY red.

“Am sorry, I’ve should’ve look where I was going. Soy medio burrito a veces!”, Sora apologize.

After cooling down, Stone looked back at Sora, only to be met with an extended hand towards him.

“My name is Sora Aguilar! It’s lovely to meet you, Mr. Wickerman.”

Stone stood there, contemplating whether he should shake his hand or not.

“Uhhhh…I uhhhh…”

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite!”, Sora teased.

Stone slightly blushed, how he resist his charm?

Before he could shake his hand, a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Sora! You in here?!!”, Cinnamon exclaimed as he came bursting into the room.

Sora’s eyes lit up as he saw his stepbrother at the doorway, “CinCin!”, he greeted happily.

Cinnamon quickly ran towards Sora, arms embracing the other as he happily received the hug.

“YOU NEARLY GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Cinnamon exclaimed as he pinched Sora’s cheeks angrily, “YOU NEED TO BE MORE AWARE OF YOUR DAMN SURROUNDINGS NEXT TIME!!!”

Sora apologized over and over again in gibberish before Tre came in, “Ah! There you are! Cin, I told you to WAIT for me , dammit!”

Cinnamon turned around, “what? Are you saying am not allowed to see my baby brother after all this time?! Your truly heartless, Tre!”, he said as he puffed his cheeks.

“But your 1 year older than-“

“STILL TOO SMALL!”

“H-hey! Stand down! That’s not what I meant!”, Tre defended himself.

As the couple kept arguing, Sora chuckled until felt his ring finger bare…

‘That’s…weird…Why do I feel like there’s something missing?’

He then scanned the room for “Fergus”, But the other was no longer in sight.

‘Fergus…I wonder why you look so familiar…’

————————————————————

Back at the shelter

Vinnie was eating a seasoned shoe before Skipp came back, tired as shit.

“Sooooo…did you tell everyone what we did?”, Vinnie asked him as she spilt the shoe in half, giving it to Skipp.

“Yeah…and you can guess most of the responses were…negative…but Stone went with Adi so she can move in with Zaria and Maple! He should be back by now, tho.”, Skipp said before taking a bite out of the shoe.

“What about you? Did you brought Kipp back to Natalia?”

Vinnie nodded, “done and done.”

The 2 sat in silence for a while before Vinnie spoke up, “Do you think he’ll be OK?”

Skipp stared at his half-eaten shoe, “no…I don’t think so…I mean, I think he’ll try to pretend he’s OK, but…”

“Yea…I know…I’m definitely gonna miss the free pastries though…”, Vinnie sighed.

“I’ll DEFINITELY miss baking apple cake with Sora…it just doesn’t feel the same without him…”



Before either can continue, Stone walked right through them towards their shelter, not saying a word as he entered their home, the two stayed silent.

Not much later, they hurt heartbreaking and sorrowful wails inside the shelter.

Skipp went in despite Vinnie’s warning, but not before joining him to check on Stone.

Stone stopped immediately as the duo entered.

There was silence for a moment…a couple of minutes passed before Stone turned to them, eyes glazed over, eyeliner ruined, and a bottle in his hand.

“Hey man…”

“Stone…do…do you want to talk about it???”

….

“…get out…”

“Wha-“

“I said…GET OUT…”

“Stone, come on man…we know you miss h-“

“DON’T YOU MENTION HIS FUCKING NAME!!!!”, Stone screamed.

The duo looked at Stone, stunned as he began throwing objects at them, clearly missing them.

“SORA’S GONE! HE’S GONE, AND HE’S NEVER COMING BACK! GET OUT!!!! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!!!!”

He then slumped to the ground, “get out…get out please…”

The duo stood there for a moment before exiting the shelter, leaving a heartbroken Stone to mourn the lost of his love…

He was safe…that’s all that mattered…but…at what price…