#the eyes! the l o n g hair! the heartlessness

[thesilmarillionblog]

𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

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Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt, heartless Soldier Boy, reader gets hurt, mention of violence, mention of drugs, betrayal, Soldier Boy being a dick, reader is a supe, Crimson Countess is a bitch

Word Count: 1796

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

“Get lost fuckface and bring me a coffee,” Ben said telling the the poor guy who was trying his best to make Soldier Boy happy till the broadcast start.

The announcement of the new Payback member to the American public was scheduled for today. The company's executives had already made the decision to bring on a new employee, despite the fact that the team already had enough members. Everyone on the team opposed this idea, with the exception of Soldier Boy and you, but nothing changed.

You didn't mind if a new person joined the team because they were assigning Soldier Boy all tasks, regardless of importance, and you could see he was growing more and more irate with each passing day. Given that Black Noir was the team's second-strongest member, it was obvious Soldier Boy didn't appreciate the concept of being used for insignificant tasks constsantly. It was obvious that the team definitely required one more strong member.

“You don’t have to be so rude to those people,” you murmered as you approached Ben. "They are all scared of you already.”

Ben chuckled as he sat down and sniffed the white dust, saying, “I am not familiar with the concept of princess treatment, sweetheart, and nobody respects a pussy leader; keep that in mind.”

You sighed knowing he would never change his attitude just because you told him to. He pulled you to his lap and gave you a quick and firm kiss, silencing you before you argue with him.

All of you were taken aback when a new supe was introduced because you hadn't seen her before. She smiled and gave a short but impactful speech about how she would benefit America and its citizens. She looked nice and strong with her red suit and long red hair.

You were only made to feel worse by the fact that everyone was rooting for Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess every day, and their fan base became stronger over time. The current Crimson Countess stood on the side where you used to stand. They were singing together in ads while standing side by side and hand in hand, which was keeping you up at nights. The growing distance between you and Ben was eating you alive.

He hardly ever visited or spoke to you during the day, despite the fact that he used to spend the night with you in the past. There were moments when you tried to talk to him about what was going on, but he waved you off right away, saying he had things to do and couldn't be seen with any other woman but the Countess.

You were frequently questioned about their relationship, and you smiled while telling the cameras that they were lucky to have found each other and that they were strong together. If only they were aware of your true feelings.

Even though Ben continued to treat Noir rudely, which greatly upset and angered you, the rest of the crew was glad that Soldier Boy had finally become distracted. This was because they had been mistreated and bullied by him less than in the past. You two had heated disagreements over Noir as well in the past, but Ben consistently ignored your emotions and ideas. Now that Crimson also supported him about how he should treat the team made your blood boil with hatred and agony.

Noir remarked, removing his mask, “I can't do this, Y/N. I refuse to bow to him and put up with the way he treats me.”

You walked up to him and touched his back to get him to turn to face you. “What do you mean?” you questioned.

“I’m saying he is not worthy of being a leader.” Noir paced violently and stated, “All he does is get high with Crimson and bully me and everyone around him. He left you aside too.”

Though you knew he didn’t mean to hurt you, his words cut deep and silenced you for a second.

“Don’t do something crazy, Noir. You hear me?” You asked, ignoring his thoughts about Ben leaving you. “You know his short temper.”

Noir was always kind and kind, so you were surprised to see him so furious, but you knew he was right about everything, and Ben seemed to be getting worse and more distant every day as his connection with Countess took shape right before your eyes. You seemed to be deceiving yourself all along when you told yourself that their relationship wasn't real.

“I don’t know. Someone must do something about this.”

“You don’t stand a chance against him,” you said as you grasped his arms tightly. “I’ll talk to him, okay. I’ve got this, I promise.”

Noir gave you a nod before he put the mask on, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You waited patiently until you learned Ben would be alone tonight because Crimson would be going on a mission. Your heart raced when you entered his house without saying anything. He must have heard the noises you made already, because he turned to you immediately and did not look surprised to see you.

“Hi,” you whispered, not knowing how to react around him anymore.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked as he sat down in the coach after. He was high on cocaine.

As you walked up to him, you gave him a disappointed expression, but the way he looked stopped you. In the past, you were close every second, but those days are long in the past now.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your eyes were watery as you asked. It seemed like you would explode at any moment.

“Are fucking on your period? Why so sensitive?” His smile infuriated you, and he laughed as if something amusing had happened. There was something very punchable about his face.

“Why do you still treat Noir like a fucking jackass? He follows your instructions to the letter, and you are simply being disrespectful to him and the team as a whole.” You spoke angrily, as if you wanted him to share your feelings of rage. You wanted to wipe that foolish smile off his face.

His body abruptly shifted, giving you a menacing glance and raising his finger in your direction. “Don't fucking give me some advise. Who the fuck are you? You do realize that I am the fucking boss here, don't you?”

He hasn't been this angry with you in a long time, so you were surprised by his harsh remarks. It seemed like he hated you as he spat those words.

You yelled back, “I don't even know the man I'm talking to anymore,” at which point your tears finally fell. “Since Crimson entered your life, you have changed, Ben. She fucking hates you; she doesn't even love you. Don’t you see it?”

He was eventually enraged by your screams at him, and he stood in front of you with hate in his eyes. Your heart pained when you saw him staring at you like that, with eyes full of anger and fury.

“Do you know what I'm going to do?” He asked softly, as if he were just saying something kind. “I'm fucking gonna kill that masked pussy Noir and fucking make sure you watch through it.”

His cold words frozen you, and your eyes widened seeing he meant every word he said.

You shoved him away by his chest and sobbed, “If you ever touch Noir, I swear I'll cut Countess’ bitch head and throw it to your fucking thick skull.”

You were aware that nothing or no one could stop Ben from doing what he wanted to do, and that you might be the reason Noir was put to death or anything like. Your pulse raced upon witnessing Ben's unexpected outburst of rage against Noir.

Judging by his face, it was clear he was taken aback by your sharp words. You’ve never talked in athreatening way before with anyone. Your sigh and sobbing were the only things that filled the pregnant silence in the room.

“Ben,” you said softly, trying to reach again one more time, and you touched his face, hoping he wouldn’t push your hands back. To your surprise, he didn’t make a move. You looked him into the eyes between your tears and said, “I am the only one who truly loves you. Not her, not anyone else. Just me. What happened to us?”

You waited for him to answer you after you gave him a firm kiss, showing your love and care for him, but he didn’t kiss you back. Instead, he pushed your hands away from his face, with an unreadable look on his face.

“Why are you being selfish?” he asked, breaking the silence, almost irritated by your kindness toward him. “People love seeing me and her together. Duty fucking comes first.”

“You don’t owe love to her just to be loved by people you don’t even know,” you said, trying to convince him he didn’t have to do something he didn’t want to.

“How the fuck do you know I’m doing this for people only?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, as your heart skipped for a moment.

“Maybe I’m fed up with your soft attitude, and I want to be with her. How about that?” He said he was giving you an insidious smile.

With a heavy heart, you stepped back from him as more tears dropped from your cheeks. There was no point trying to convince Ben for your love while he didn’t give a fuck about it at all and the one he wanted was actually Countess.

“Is that what you want?”

“It fucking is,” he said, sitting down in the coach and keeping sniffing cocaine, like the conversation meant nothing to him and he wanted you to be gone.

Before leaving his house, you turned him one last time, saying, “She’ll betray you, Ben. I don’t know if I see that day, but you’ll see it.”

Next Chapter

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A/N: Well, that was a one shot, but let me know if you think that I should make it multi-chapters. Comments are appreciated, hehehe. <33

[thelonelyshore-if]

for croft too please yes thank you our friendship means sooooo much to me <<<3

Finally got around to this!! Croft alphabet under the cut c:

A = Aftercare

Croft is pretty needy after ngl. Most of the time they're not a cuddler, but after sex they really want to be held/hold their partner. After a shower.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

They love their tattoos and their piercings. Maybe it's cheating--they aren't body parts--but being able to decorate their body exactly how they want is very affirming to them. Plus they just like how they look. And Croft is weak for a nice smile and pretty eyes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Bad. Sticky and messy and wet. Don't like it. Croft really, really dislikes cum they hate how it feels. They're quick to clean up after because they'd rather die than feel sticky.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Honestly their overall kinkiness and especially bratiness is a bit of a secret. They're confident (or, at least, they project confidence), they're mean, they want things their way…in their everyday life. So their subby, bratty nature in bed isn't something they advertise.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not super experienced. They have had one serious partner in college, but they haven't dated or slept with anyone before or after that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

They like getting bent over a bed and fucked from behind. If they happen to be topping, they would prefer their partner ride them/their strap, but that isn't typically what they're looking for.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Croft is not only totally serious in bed, it'll probably get them kind of pissy if you joke around with them. They're not heartless--they like having fun--but too much silliness will turn them off.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Amir keeps things trimmed and doesn't do much else; while Amara shaves bare. Amir has a happy trail, as well.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As mentioned, they're a total brat. They can--and will--have vanilla sex, especially if it's what a partner prefers, but they enjoy kinky sex. It clicks better in their brain. Croft is naturally submissive, and they'll feel awkward as hell trying to dom, but they'd try it for the person they love. They do enjoy being bossy lmao.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

They genuinely don't really mind their lack of a relationship (at least, at the beginning of the story). They know how to touch themself better than any stranger, after all.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Impact play, submission, pushing their partner's buttons, punishment, marking.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly mostly just bed. They don't feel any need to get more complicated than that. They're not super interested in public sex, and the idea of getting sweaty and messy in the shower feels pointless to them lmao. The rest of the house is neutral ground.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sex is good for: a) stress relief, b) fun, c) getting closer to your partner. Croft isn't inherently super interested in sex for the sake of it. Getting told what to do turns them on, though--and refusing to do it even more so. Croft loves nothing more than driving their partner up the wall.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Croft is so sensitive to different textures, so getting cum on takes them right out of it. They will skitter off and take a shower. Even halfway through. They really, really hate how it feels.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

They love getting oral. Amir loves getting eaten out, Amara loves having a partner go down on her. They're also fairly good at giving it. They don't have a preference for which--all oral is good in Croft's book. Though, as mentioned above, if they end up too messy they'll be quick to shower after.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

However you want to take it. They have a preference for…rough and sensual, I'd call it? Like they enjoy rough sex and going hard, but they want there to be some kind of emotion baked into that.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Neutral to negative. Not their favorite, but they can be sexy! It depends on the situation and also how quick you're talking.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Croft is game to experiment. They really enjoy trying out new things in bed--a huge exception to literally the rest of their life lol.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Quite some time! Especially when they're bottoming, both can go for a hot minute. Amir is fairly selfish and enjoys as many orgasms as he can get. He'll want to go for as long as his partner is willing. Amara doesn't orgasm as many times, but she prefers stretching it out, anyway. Once again--she's good to go until her partner is done.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They have an absolutely pristine, expansive collection of toys. Probably neatly organized in the closet. Their favorite changes by the day, but they're fond of them. They use them often themself, and would love to use them with a partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is great. Being teased is great. They love it. Edging is super fun, but also teasing their partner until they're on the verge and can't take it is great. Especially if their partner decides to take matters into their own hands c:

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Croft is very needy and whiny in bed. They'll mouth off, they like dirty talk, they get very breathy and talkative. They honestly aren't quiet…unless you gag them c:

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Due to being demisexual and demiromantic, as soon as Croft starts catching feelings for the MC it drives them insane. Not necessarily positively lmao. All of a sudden having to deal with attraction on top of everything else is inconvenient as hell.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Their tattoos cover almost their entire body. Their fingertips, toes, and face are…basically their only bare skin. There are spaces in between, sure, but they're pretty thoroughly covered. They also have piercings--their collar bones, their belly button. They only like showing off to a partner, but when they are with a partner they LOVE showing off.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When Croft isn't in a relationship, it's near nonexistent. They touch themself every so often, more so for stress relief than anything else. When they're in a relationship it ramps up, though, until it's fairly active.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not super quickly, nor does it take them a long time. They like to cuddle, and it's easy to drift off when you're holding your partner post-sex.

[strywoven]

@astarab1aze has requested a story : together, they lie. together, they breathe in the stench of sulphuric sapphire mingling with honeyed gold, lips stained, eyes a'droop with satiated tiredness. a full meal, shared between the two, wholly unconventional and fraught with teeth. a back and forth, rather, and the hydra had been kind in the end - holding them snug against his chest, legs twined, nose buried into soft hair between antlers, fingertips smearing half-dried blood on their skin. he'd been so hungry before, famished really, and the godling had been won to provide; but now, he was full, guts twisting and roiling with caustic fervor, taking long, slow breaths and hoping for a little doze. aftercare, he supposed - he wasn't heartless, after all.   / hydre & kaen !

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Moment is one most t e n d e r , despite such a v i s c e r a l prelude.  Entirely worth every bloodied , barbaric second , if only to be rewarded with the world-ender’s gentleness each time ( something , kaen would confess , they covet from him , playing selfishly with his capricious offerings of kindness & grace ) .  It is strange to think they once were so STUBBORN to him before , but now ⸺ These affairs have become increasingly frequent ( we may liken them to trysts ; these secret intimacies where meaning holds within a most primitive creed bred through all gods — consume , possess , be as one ) .  And Kaen has realized , more and more often , that each of these occasions only further bring them t o g e t h e r .  For as assuredly as he devours them , swallows and satisfies himself with their bright-burning essence and flesh … Kaen so too , has buried their roots deep and DEEPER STILL within the great entity , sowing themself into his existence ( whether cognizant of the fact or not ) .

As is the nature of Gods , Kaen has begun to understand ; that to love is also to eat , to be eaten.  An endless cycle of dying and undying by the one who has cracked you open and enfolded within your heart , pouring themself into your pulse and breaching your soul ⸺ These , lessons Hydre has taught Kaen through the violence of e x p e r i e n c e and u n d e r s t a n d i n g .  And though Kaen would like to refuse all he’s offered , there is no denying the CALL OF IT ( a most instinctive knowing ) .

So is THIS what they have been missing ?  What they have been wrongly DENYING & NEGLECTING for all that time ?  A shame , to be sure , if only they had found each other sooner.

They nestle closer to him , nails trailing idly across his cold , hard flesh , teasing it with their native warmth , taunting it with the occasional brush of lips and teeth that linger and long for m o r e of whatever this is ( or for whatever it may lead to ) .  This feeling they have now – at peace , blissfully content , in a way fulfilled – is one Kaen tries to m e m o r i z e and cling to ( just as they do to hydre himself ) .  His heart beats steady and calm beneath their ear , a rhythm that lulls them into a trance-like sobriety.  Silence does not last long , however , as Kaen finds their voice , low and hoarse , ❝ … ‘S better’n sex , innit ? ❞  Not that they have a comparison , but the sentiment is there.  Head adjusts , turning to look up at him , eyes lidded and expression softened by fondness , ❝ Hydre … ‘Ave Ah said thanks fer this yet ? ❞  Probably.  ❝ Thanks.  An’... ❞  They stop , cutting off the thought.  It’s RIGHT THERE , a confession , but they shake their head , sighing and laying their head back down , instead saying , ❝ … An’ Ah’d be more’n glad ta’ ‘ave ye swallow me whole.  When th’ time comes.  Honored , e’en. ❞  That should be good enough , right ?

[vcnce]

[ RIVER , 26 , EST , THEY/THEM. ] ⸻ ROSA LEE TEABAG is often somewhere that EMMELINE ROSE VANCE can be found enjoying peace, quiet, and a nice cup of tea, the twenty four year old, that's often confused for the muggle DAISY EDGAR JONES is known for being COMPASSIONATE, but maybe that's why the sorting hat had them in GRYFFINDOR while in school , but they can still be very SELF RIGHTEOUS according to their friends . currently they are WORKING as an AUROR and if rumors are said to be true about the brewing war , they would surely side with THE ORDER . ⸻ ( cisfemale + she/her )

TW: physical abuse, abuse, violence

B A S I C S

NAME: emmeline rose vance

NICKNAMES: em, lina

AGE: twenty four

BIRTHDAY: may 23rd

GENDER: cisfemale

PRONOUNS: she/her

ORIENTATION: panromantic greysexual

OCCUPATION: auror

A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM: daisy edgar jones

HEIGHT: 5'6ft

BUILD: lithe

HAIR: shoulder length, straight, dark brown

EYES: doe brown eyes

SKIN: fair

OTHER: tattoos: one, two, three

M A G I C I N F O

HOUSE: gryffindor

WAND: dragon heartstring, 10 ½ inches, blackthorn

BLOOD STATUS: half blood

PATRONUS: leopard

QUIDDITCH POSITION: gryffindor chaser

BOGGART: her father

AMORTENTIA: fresh coat of paint, the air after a storm, a steaming cup of tea, citrus

P E R S O N A L I T Y

pragmatic, level headed, and composed. those are the traits often attributed to emmeline. because she doesn't show emotions in an obvious way, those traits are often misconstrued as her being heartless. in actuality, however, emmeline is quietly compassionate and passionate about those in which she cares for. she also has a strong sense of justice that can translate into self righteousness without the proper checks and balances. her moral superiority also feeds into her pride.

I N S P O

steve rodgers (marvel), beth harmon (queen's gambit), sophie hatter (hmc book)

B A C K G R O U N D

it came as a shock to many when anson vance, renowned pureblood extremist, married the halfblood, laurel callaghan. some thought he married below his station, others believed she settled. but the simple truth of it was that two people, from different backgrounds and with opposing personalities, got caught up in a whirlwind romance and fell in love. it was actually beautiful while that love lasted.

laurel gave birth to their first child soon after their nuptials. a few years later, emmeline was born, and it was around that time that their marriage had started to disintegrate. they argued more, fought more. eventually those fights escalated into physical altercations, courtesy of anson.

so it wasn't that surprising when the target of that violence shifted towards their children as well. a backhanded slap when emmeline got too mouthy. a hand tangled in her hair while her father screamed in her face. when she was shoved to the floor in the middle of an argument. the only solace to be found in those cold halls were emmeline's mother, older sibling, and her eventual younger sibling.

and then she got her letter and almost everything changed.

being at hogwarts felt like a haven. while the school wasn't a hundred percent safe, she could walk down the halls without dread settling into her stomach or constantly looking over her shoulder. she found peace, to a degree, despite that familiar sickening feeling she'd get whenever a letter came from home.

it was off and on like that for a few years. being at home vs being at school. em would always rationalize that she only had to make it through a few months before she would be back at her safe space, and soon her younger sibling would be there as well. but eventually, during her fourth year, things boiled over. anson and laurel had gotten into the worst fight they'd ever had; anson had gotten violent. and emmeline…she got in his way.

it wasn't like she hadn't been hit by her father before, but this time was different. she was no longer a little girl nor was she completely defenseless. she pulled out her wand and pointed it at him, the threat clear. maybe he was too shocked to respond or maybe it truly became clear to him what he had done to his family. whatever the reason, he backed off and left the room.

the next day, laurel and the kids moved in with her parents. she filed for divorce soon after. she'll never say, but it was that moment that em realized what she wanted to do. she wanted to protect people, to be an auror.

H E A D C A N O N S

about five years after her mother got divorced, laurel remarried the sweetest wizard. emmeline gained a few step siblings from their marriage.

despite her career choice, as a child, she wanted to be a magizoologist. there was always a soft spot in her heart for animals, so she figured being in a career that involved them was the right fit. considering her disinterest in the biology aspect of it, however, it's for the best that it never happened. that doesn't stop her from volunteering at muggle animal shelters when she has some free time.

her best hogwarts subjects in school were flying and charms. her worst was potions and herbology.

she hasn't had contact with her father since the divorce. letters get immediately burned, should they come.

she enjoys sketching and painting; her apartment is filled with artwork.

she is a very bubbly and talkative drunk, much to her embarrassment. it is the biggest reason she doesn't drink. often.

W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S

THE BEST FRIENDS

CHAOS ENABLER: these two are very different. they are the reckless to emmeline's cautious, the energetic to her calm, etc. and so and so forth. they force her to push boundaries, and she keeps them steady. they've been best friends for years. (2/2: alice travers & otto bagman)

BIRDS OF A FEATHER: her other best friend is similar in temperament. they enjoy similar things. while they obviously have their differences as well, the two are mirror image of each other. (0/1)

THE RIVAL: ever since their hogwarts years, these two have been at odds with each other. whether it was with their class marks, on the quidditch field, or over the more mundane and petty, they would find themselves on opposing sides. that hasn't changed in adulthood as they both became aurors. (1/1: augustus rookwood)

THE MENTOR: this person has unintentionally taken emmeline under their wing (despite an unwillingness on both ends) and has shown them the ropes at her new job. other than helping emmeline grow as an auror, they also challenge a lot of her black and white ideas of justice. (0/1)

THE EX: young love is a wonderful thing. that is, until it ends. maybe they were tired of emmeline's lack of vulnerability, maybe she was tired of their lack of communication, or maybe they fell out of love. regardless, she still holds a soft spot for them despite her awkward avoidance of their presence as of late. (0/1)

and any other you may have!

[soartfullydone]

this is a Big Fat Papa appreciation blog

[calcifermovesthecastle]

S/o that asks for affection unconsciously when they wake up without even noticing (nsfw?), how would the Bucci gang + josuke + young joseph+ giorno react? :>

So I don’t age up characters for NSFW, so I’ll just do fluff for Narancia, Josuke, Fugo, Giorno and Trish, but I will add some Adult Characters with NSFW for your troubles. :) I’ll add a cut for the NSFW as well so anyone can read before the cut, but only 18+ after please!

Warnings: Language

Bucciarati (Fluff):

-He’s surprised when you hug him from behind when just standing around, or when you slip your hand in his just sitting, or stand behind him while he’s sitting and scratch his back (BLEASE DO THIS FOR HIM he will on god love you forever) 

-So when you two decide to move in, he’s also surprised to find that this carries over into sleeping. 

-He’ll wake up with you literally splayed out on top of him, And he blushes so hard. He’ll try to gently push you off of him back onto the bed, because surely you can’t be comfortable like that.

-Will immediately stop when you tighten your grip and stir, instead allowing his hands to rest on your back.

-He’s honestly not used to it but he will indulge you because god you’re so warm, and so soft and so beautiful in his arms. 

-You’ll notice when you’re awake that he’ll start to return your touches, leaning into your back scratches, squeezing your hand when you slip yours into his, Place his hands over your arms when you hug him from behind. 

-Will never say why, though. It’s his secret. 

Abbacchio (Fluff):

-You may not notice, but god, does he.

-He Panic. You’re half awake, and you just reach out and pull yourself closer to him, nuzzling your face into his chest, Your breath evening out. 

-Oh god what does he do with his hands are you even comfortable there’s no way you’re comfortable jesus what the hell

-He opts to push you away, but you tighten your hold, babbling something out in your sleep about being warm. 

-(He do be warm tho ngl) 

-It takes everything, and I mean, E v e r y t h i n g in him to give in and rest his arms around you, but once he does, and you snuggle even closer? God he’s in love. You’re literally the most precious thing to him. 

-When you’re awake tho he will absolutely push you off the bed without remorse. (Expect a top of the head kiss from him though he’s soft.) 

Mista (Fluff):

-He’s laying awake, tracing his finger along the wall, making damn sure the sex pistols don’t wake you. 

-In his distraction, you reach out, grasping his arm and hugging it. 

-(Arcana reference but Julian laugh) Oh ho ho!

-He takes note that you’re still asleep, and pulls you on top of him, securing his arms around you so that you don’t slip off. 

-Instead of tracing the wall, he will now be trailing his fingers up and down your arms and back, and through your hair. 

-His heart is melting you’re so god damn cute. He’ll tighten his grip, just gazing down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. 

-He will tease the everloving shit out of you when you wake up. Like he will not stfu about it. 

-He will also be a million times more physically affectionate with you during the day lol it’s sickening

-He is NOT stinky JFC

Fugo: 

-Whaaaaat are you doing?

-Oh, you’re asleep.

-WHAAATTT ARE YOU DOIIINNNGGGGG

-He’ll stiffen up, but oh no you’re sleeping he cant just...push you away... he’s not heartless....

-He is confused to say the least, and a lil bit uncomfy, but he trusts you. 

-Watches as your features relax as your face presses into the crook of his neck and your arm tightens around his middle. Oh fuck you’re cute

-you’ve won him over. 

-He’ll wrap an arm around your waist, (So you don’t fall dsjdsjdsj) and let you be close to him. He enjoys it too, if he’s being honest. You’re so cute. 

-When you wake up, he’s much kinder and softer towards you. He’ll make any excuse to gently bump knees while you’re sitting or to brush his hand against yours while reaching for something. 

-Only because you asked for it tho

Narancia:

-Nani in tarnation is goin on?

-He’s completely taken by surprise. You’re asleep? And you want him? To hold you? ???? ?????? *Windows start up sounds* 

-He literally doesn’t know what to do He’s so soft and so confused with his negative brain cells (I do hate him but I will admit he does have a big heart he is a sweetie) 

-He will, a little too eagerly, hug you back. His tenacity may or may not wake you up. (It does. Sorry.) 

-You wake up to a surprise hug though so win win?

-The more you subconsciously ask, the more he gives, until you two are literally glued together. (Social distancing whomst? We don’t know her.) 

-Expect sloppy kisses everywhere. On the other hand, funnily enough, you will have to initiate the hugging. He’s so scared. What if he hugs you too tight? What if he wakes you up again? What if he suffocates you? What if you don’t like his hugs

-Hug him jfc he needs reassurance that you want to be held. 

-Sleepy morning hugs where you two are just breathing in sync and there’s not a care in the world are his favorite

Giorno-

-He is a light sleeper. I know I’ve said this before, but he is a very, very, very light sleeper. 

-So when you reach out and grasp at any piece of him you can reach, trying to close the gap between you (It’s a cold winter morning, come on) 

-He’ll startle awake and look over at you to check and see if you’re okay. 

-Oh, you are okay. Oh, you just want held? Alright. He’s up for that. Oh. You’re asleep? He’ll have to be especially careful to not wake you. 

-He will pull you close and rub circles into your back, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. He might even fall back asleep. If you stir, it’s not for long. His warmth and soothing movements lull you back to sleep in the safety of his arms. 

-When you’re awake, he’ll definitely be more affectionate, pressing tiny flowers into your hands, brushing your hair back, k i s s i n g y o u r k n u c k l e s (Im so fucking soft) 

-But seriously imagine Giorno getting down on one knee, taking your hand, and brushing his lips against your knuckles while looking up at you with literally nothing but love and affection in his eyes im going to cry

-Anything he does will have you a blushing mess

Trish:

-Who tf is waking her up? 

-oh, it’s you

-Oh, you’re hugging her

-OH, You’re still asleep.

-O H, you’re fucking cute!

-She’ll study you for a minute, before reaching up to lightly cup your cheek in her hand, careful not to wake you up. Her fingers will flutter over your face, tracing your features. She absolutely adores how precious you look snuggled up against her. 

-When you wake up, expect to have your hand held all day. Trish is the queen of hand holding. She will also take your face in her hands and kiss the corners of your lips, and rest her head on your shoulder when you two are sitting next to each other.  

-She’ll have this smug look on her face the whole time too dsjdsjdsjdsjds 

-Will absolutely do the disgusting feeding each other thing. “Babe, try this!” *Proceeds to hold forkful of food in front of your mouth. “Oh, that looks good, can I have some?” *Lets you do the same* 

-It’s revolting and I love it. 

Joseph (Fluff):

-He’s already awake. He’s got to get up early and train (Viva reverie reference: “With these tall hat guys for a looooong time!”)  But oops, you just so happened to burrow against him, and your arm seems to have found its way across his stomach. What a predicament, you’re still asleep! He can’t wake you!

-He decides that he just doesn’t have the heart to move you, and wraps his arms around you to pull you even closer. What if you get cold? He’s warm, you’ll be warm next to him!

-He will hold you against him until you wake up, no matter how late it makes him. Punishments be damned. You’re way too cute and this opportunity is way too good to pass up. 

-In all honesty though he’s elated that you want him to hold you. This carries over into you being awake. He’ll be hanging off of you. Hell, He’ll carry you around if you give the okay. He will absolutely kneel so he can carry you around on his shoulders. 

-He’s very handsy, so rip to your personal space. You asked for it, after all. You wanna sit in that chair over there? Aww, that’s too bad. He’s your chair now. 

-Are you complaining tho? He’s got some thicc thighs, you’ll be pretty comfy. 

-Psst his hands are gonna be like twice your size compare hand sizes he will love it

Josuke:

-He’s already cuddly bb

-But if on the rarest of rare occasions he either 1.) wakes up before you or 2.) Isnt already holding you, and you press closer to him in your sleep, just maybe ball his shirt up in your fists as you clutch at him, yearning for the affection you’re too scared to ask for when you’re awake

-Oh god he cry

-He cry so hard

-He is the (Parker James’ Steven Voice) CEO of bear hugs. Especially if someone as adorable as you is cuddling up against him.

-He will pull you up against him and bury his face in your hair, maybe even falling back asleep himself. (good luck getting out of his embrace when he’s asleep lol There’s no chance.) 

-it is always a nice surprise to wake up cocooned in his arms, his entire body wrapped around you. 

-When you’re both awake, He’ll do lots of little things for you. Absentmindedly rub your back and shoulders, sling an arm around your shoulders, link pinkies, hold hands, forehead kisses

-He will lift you up and spin you around and kiss you but shh don’t tell anyone

-He is

-so GOD damn soft I love him 

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

18+ ONLY

BUCCIARATI:

-He’s in the midst of registering being awake, getting prepared for the day, when he notices that you’re uh

-he can’t help his erection when he sees you bury your face in his neck and grind your hips against him. You’re still asleep, what could you possibly be dreaming about? 

-Oh god if he hears you whimper his name it’s all over for you. 

-Shakes your shoulder, peering into your sleep-gripped eyes and smiles nervously. 

-”Tesoro, would you mind if I made love to you before I left for work?” 

-Your lips on his are answer enough. He’ll thrust into you at a slow, sensual speed, showering you in praises, leaving soft kisses all over your body. Never marking, but always making sure the feeling of his mouth lingers on your skin. 

-He will speak only in italian during this time, so unless you know italian, don’t count on understanding anything he says. (You’ll have a pretty good Idea of what he means tho 👀)

-He will absolutely make sure you won’t be getting out of bed for the rest of the day. He definitely has a way of making your body melt under his touch. He’s never rough. He’s so, so gentle with you, and you’d be surprised how quickly he can have you cumming because of it. 

-If you ask nicely, he’ll stay in bed with you for a little longer afterwards, pressing kisses into your hair and telling you how much he cherishes you

-”You don’t have to be afraid, dolcezza. My arms are always open for you. You’ll find in them nothing but home.” 

ABBACCHIO: 

-Did you just grab his tiddies?

-He’s in the middle of telling you off when he sees that you’re asleep, mumbling about how you want him to take you, grinding against him. 

-Something feral awakens in him at the sight of you, unknowingly begging for him, and he grabs your wrists, flipping you fast, waking you, and leaning over you, his breath hot against your ear. 

-”Dolcezza, Is it okay if I fuck you?” 

-The answer is yesssssssss

-Oh bby he is R o u g h. He’ll use his stand to hold your arms above your head and push your legs up so far that your thighs will be pressed against your chest, and he will pound into you with a speed and force that’s almost inhuman

-He will kiss you hard, and long, so that when he pulls away, you’re gasping for air, your lips bruised, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

-Any qualms he has about being this close to you are out the door. You’ll have deep handprints in your legs from where he was holding them, and the darker the bruise he leaves with his mouth, the happier he is. He doesn’t care where he leaves them, either. Expect some on your chin, your neck, your chest, anywhere he can reach, honestly. But if your lips are bruised, that’s what satisfies him the most. 

-You’ll definitely cum more than once, and once he cums, it’s hard, and he’ll pull you flush against him, breathing heavily, burying his face in your shoulder. Tell him it’s okay, because once he’s come down from his high, his fear that he hurt you is overwhelming. He loves you, after all. Reassure him. Hold him close, and don’t let go. 

MISTA: 

-(Once again Julian laugh) Oh ho ho! 

-He’s gonna watch for a minute, but wake you up if the pressure becomes too much for him. He’ll give you a moment to wake up, and then ask you to fuck. 

-(Yes yes yes) 

-He’s like a mix of Abbacchio and Bucciarati. Rough and kinky, but will literally shower you in praise and affection. 

-He likes tugging your hair while taking you from behind (If you have hair. If not, his hands will grip your waist, or reach around to rub your clit/stroke your cock depending. 

-He will kiss down your back while leaning over you, making sure to leave little marks that’ll last, but not long 

-Definitely makes you cum before he does, but if he can, really enjoys cumming together. To him, it adds to the intimacy of the moment. 

-”Oh, Bombolone, do you need me so much that You want me even in your dreams? I’ll wake you each time, I need you more than you know. You are so perfect. You are so wonderful, and adorable, and I love you so much.” 

-He will literally not shut the fuck up during sex but it’s okay because it’s all sweet and loving. 

JOSEPH: 

-Oh jesus christ stroke his ego why dontcha

-if you’ve discussed it beforehand, and you’re into Somnophilia, he’ll fuck you right there. But if not, He’ll take the time to wake you, his ears burning red. 

-”Oi, babe, You were holding onto me kinda tight and grinding your hips against my leg. If you want me that bad, say something.”  

-He will destroy you. Something about seeing you want him when you’re not even aware of what you’re doing? OOF. 

-He also has a bad case of not shutting the fuck up during sex. 

-The best remedy to this is to just pull him down into a kiss while he’s snapping his hips against yours. Hold it for as long as possible. It’ll make his heart happy if you’re bold enough to initiate a kiss as well. 

-He cums before you but will help you cum as well, whether it be eating you out/blowjob or fingering you/handjob. (If you’re AMAB then he’ll let you return the favor tbh) 

-Will shamelessly ask you for a blowjob. If you indulge him, he’s on cloud nine, His hands weaved into your hair, watching your every move as your mouth closes around his cock and your tongue swirls around him. It takes all of his self control not to throat fuck you. 

-Once you’ve reached your limit, he’ll help you into the shower and massage wherever’s sore, washing you off with a gentleness that’s a stark contrast to his movements prior. 

BONUS GYRO

-When did you end up in his sleeping bag? 

-He’s awake before you or Johnny, and he notices you’ve burrowed yourself close to him. You’re also

-Nyo-ho. Oh are you also. 

-He’ll shake your shoulder, and once you’re awake, he’ll flash his grill and lean in, whispering in your ear

-”D’you wanna fuck me that bad that you’re doing it in your sleep, doll?” 

-Who cares if johnny’s sleeping right over there, with your consent, he’s inside of you faster than anything. He’ll give you a moment to adjust to him, and then start off slow, massaging your hips and thighs, whispering how amazing you are. 

-He goes slow, but makes sure he’s down to his full length with every thrust, pressing his lips into the corners of your mouth, then crashing them directly against your lips, not letting you come up for air until your legs are trembling around him. 

-He won’t change things up until he hears a “Please” 

-That’s his favorite word. If you groan out a “Please, Gyro,” And your voice cracks, oh, are you in for a t r e a t. 

-He’ll make you see stars, but shh, don’t get too loud, doll. Johnny’s asleep. If you’re being too loud, he’ll cover your mouth with his hand. 

-Please hold onto him. Wrap your arms and legs around him while he fucks you. He loves it so much. 

-Once you’ve cum, he tumbles not long after, blurting out something in italian that you can only hope to understand if you don’t speak it. (Hint: It’s praises for you and your body.) 

-Once he’s done, he falls back down next to you, pulling you close and pressing his lips to your forehead, deciding that It can be a later start than usual today. Besides, you look so cute curled up against him like that, doll. 

[grandmasterofwangxiancultivation]

Ch.61-62

Another exam is gone, two more to go until I can get my degree! What's even better I CAN FINALLY READ MDZS WITHOUT FEELING GUILTY FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS!

So I start chapter 61 and LoOk At ThAt BiTcH:

Wang LingJiao let out a breath of relief. The pole in her hands, she squatted down. Just as she was about to start counting, she suddenly realized that two white lights shone under her bed.

It was a pair of eyes.

A white-colored child lay prone under her bed, staring into her eyes.

HeLl InCoMiNg FoR yOu

EDIT:

Lan WangJi’s light eyes glanced at the other sword at Jiang Cheng’s waist. He turned his gaze away.

A few moments later, staring straight in front of him, he asked, “Has Wei Ying still not appeared yet?”

Jiang Cheng looked at him, as if surprised that he had suddenly asked about Wei Ying. He answered, “No.”

Boyfriend is worried about his cutie. I can feel the incoming angst wrap around me like and unwanted blanket.

I WANT THEM TO BE H A P P Y IS IT SO HARD TO ACHIEVE SUCH A THING RJFHDJJDJD

EDIT 2:

Before they entered, Lan WangJi’s face stiffened. Jiang Cheng frowned.

Dark and resentful energy was almost spilling out of the place.

HERE IT COMES. NOPE. NOPE NOPE pls just LET ME HUG WEI WUXIAN I AM BEGGING YOU

EDIT 3:

However, when the person strolled up the stairs and turned around, smile on his face, Lan WangJi’s eyes opened wide, having seen those bright features before.

His lips trembled, saying something in silence. Jiang Cheng stood up almost immediately.

It was Wei WuXian!

However, apart from the face, from top to bottom, this person was nowhere like the past Wei WuXian.

It's a torture. OMG how can I go on knowing how much WWX despises himself and what he is doing and being aware of what happened to him I CAN'T I WANT TO CURL UP UNDER MY BEDSHEETS AND NEVER COME OUT AND STOP READING BUUUUUT-

Also, look at how much LWJ is shaken by WWX's change P L E A S E I AM STILL WAITING FOR A JOY FOR THESE TWO I WANT THEM T O G E T H E R WHENNNN

LWJ will stay by his side no matter what and this is SO perfect HeLp

EDIT 4:

As he looked to the side and saw Wei WuXian’s cold smile, he threw himself at him.

Both of the two on the roof frowned. Lan WangJi smacked down. The tiles shattered and the roof collapsed. Through the roof, he descended into the second floor of the courier station and blocked Wen ZhuLiu from Wei WuXian.

BOYFRIEND TO THE RESCUE

Look at how LWJ snaps and throws himself in front of WWX the second he is in danger. LOoK aT tHe PeRfEcTiOn Of ThIs TwO

EDIT 5:

Again, a short while passed before any words were spoken. Suddenly, Jiang Cheng walked over and struck him, “You brat! Where have you run off to in these three months?!”

Although the sentence itself seemed to scold him, his tone was full of joy. Although Lan WangJi didn’t step forward, he eyes had always been locked onto Wei WuXian. 

WhErE hAvE yOu RuN oFf He SaYs dhxyjsxgjsdyjd

Oh, you know, he was taken and thrown down a mountain as if he were garbage, so ExCuSe YoU iF hE wAsN't ArOuNd AnD cOuLdN't WaRn YoU

MY BOY WEI WUXIAN.

EDIT 6:

[...] now, with her dark face against Wei WuXian’s lap, she somehow seemed to be a charming concubine, obediently pleasing her master. Giggling laughter came from her mouth as well. Wei WuXian sat leaning to one side, his right hand stroking her soft, long hair over and over again.

As he watched his movements, Lan WangJi’s face grew even colder. 

BOYFRIEND GETS JEALOUS OVER A CORPSE

EDIT 7:

Lan WangJi suddenly spoke up, “Wei Ying.”

(HE SAID WEI YING AND I AM FLYING TO HEAVEN)

He had been standing quietly at the side. As he spoke, both Wei WuXian and Jiang Cheng turned to him. It was as though Wei WuXian finally remembered to greet him. He nodded slightly, “HanGuang-Jun."

(I AM SORRY WHAT? HANGUANG-JUN? WHO IS HIM? HE IS LaN zHaN babe, why are you so detached and formal, my boy, hug him, save him, djhxjsyxjsuz)

EDIT 8:

Quickly, he ducked to the side, dodging Lan WangJi’s sudden attack. He walked three steps back, “Lan Zhan, we’ve just met each other again after so long and you’re already trying to catch me. That’s not nice, is it?”

(wait, not like this-)

Lan WangJi moved without saying anything. Wei WuXian blocked whatever attack he threw at him. Both of them were fast. The third time he moved Lan WangJi’s hand away, he spoke, “I thought that we could be considered familiar with each other. You starting a fight with me without saying anything does sound a bit heartless, doesn’t it?”

Lan WangJi, “Answer me!"

MY BOYS ARE FIGHTING NO PLS NOPE I AM DONE I JUST WANT L O V E AND H A P P I N E S S

EDIT 9 (nine n i n e):

Lan WangJi walked past Jiang Cheng and came straight at him. Wei WuXian crossed his flute in front of hin, “That’s too much, isn’t it? Why so unfriendly? Lan Zhan, just what in the world do you want to do?”

Lan WangJi spoke one word at a time, “Go back to Gusu with me.”

Go back to Gusu with me.: "YOU. I wAnT yOu-"

He is asking you to go home with him, babe, just- just go, please, he can help you and stay by your side and love you and repeat you how much you are loved-

[justfcrkicks]

T A S K   0 3 .          G E T   T O   K N O W   D O N A L D   F A U N T L E R O Y .

BASICS

full name: donald fauntleroy duck

occupation: firefighter (currently), royal court magician (formerly)

nickname(s): none. he’ll get mad if you call him donny, tho

age: thirty, physically. his real age is unclear

date of birth: june 9th

gender identity: cis-male

preferred pronoun(s): he/him

species:  technically, human. formerly an anthropomorphic duck person. 

sexual orientation: heterosexual.

romantic orientation: hetero-romantic

spoken language(s): english. and duck, obviously. (just kidding)

ethnicity: who even knows?? his uncle scrooge is scottish, so let’s go with that.

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

face claim: jensen ackles

height: 5′8′’

weight: 170lbs

body type: athletic

hair color: blonde

eye color: blue

accent: american

scars: only emotional

tattoos: a lucky emblem on his butt cheek.

notable physical traits: webbed toes.

PHOBIAS & DISORDERS

phobia(s): slight nyctophobia & sciophobia. still half expects a heartless to pop up out of every shadow.

mental disorder(s): mild, un-diagnosed BPD

physical disorder(s): again, webbed toes.

BACKGROUND

hometown: duckburg, calisota. then disney castle, disney town.

current location: limbo, las vegas, nevada

financial status: fair. middle-class.

criminal conviction(s): destruction of property and vandalism his first year in limbo. it was just another donald tantrum.

RELATIONSHIPS

father: quackmore duck

mother: hortense duck

sibling(s): della duck (sister), george “goofy” geef (best friend, like the brother he never had)

significant other(s): daisy (ex-fiancee)

children: sora

rivals: pete

enemies: just name any disney villain tbh chances are donald knows em and hates em. & organization xiii

PERSONALITY

horoscope: gemini

hogwarts house: gryffin-puff

theme song: trouble by elvis presley

usual mood/expression: exasperated, agitated, and annoyed.

mbti:  esfj

enneagram: type four: the romantic

temperament: choleric-sanguine

moral alignment: lawful good

primary vice: wrath

primary virtue: kindness

element: fire

STATS

compassion: 9/10

empathy: 7/10

creativity: 6/10

mental flexibility: 4/10

passion/motivation: 6/10

education: 6/10

stamina: 7/10

physical strength: 7/10

battle skill: 8/10

initiative: 9/10

restraint: 8/10

agility: 7/10

strategy: 6/10

teamwork: 10/10

[thecharlester77]

Heartless - DH AU Short

Another DH AU Short; this one is about the OG Subject’s death. Oof ;-;

Heartless – DH AU Short

 It had been a long day, and the evening was slowly slipping away as night started to begin.

“Has he been in there with her all day?” the violent one asked worriedly.

“I think so…”

“You don’t think she’s…gone yet, do you?” the anxiety in his voice increased.

“No, I don’t think so,” the Nice One replied quietly.

“Are the others allowed to see her?”

“Only if he allows them to. She might not be able to handle it.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

For the first time ever, chaos wasn’t being wrecked by the violent one, and the kind one didn’t have to clean it up. But, still as usual, the mean one was by himself.

 Suddenly, the door burst open and the Sad One walked out.

“Can we all see her?” the Scary One asked.

“Sure, just be careful with her…She’s upset, obviously and – um. Never mind. Whatever, I don’t care,” he muttered, storming off down the corridor.

The Nice One got up.

“I’m going to go tell the girls they can see her,” he said.

“I’ll wait here,” the violent one replied quietly.

The Nice One paused, looking back over his shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“No, are you?”

“…I’ll go get the girls.”

 A few moments later, the Nice One came back, followed by his daughter, and the Scary One’s child.

“Hey, Kid,” the Scary One greeted his child with a small wave. She only glared in reply.

“Can we see her, Dad?” the Nice One’s child asked.

“Yes, sweetie. But be gentle with her; she’s very fragile at the moment.”

“Ya hear that, Kid?” the violent one muttered as he pushed open the door, “Be gentle.”

“I’m not deaf!” she retorted, “I know!”

 She looked up from where she lay on the bed.

“Where’s my you?” she asked nervously.

“He just went to get some things,” the Nice One reassured her, “He’ll be back soon.”

She struggled to sit up, and then looked at the other kids who were stood by the doorway.

“H-hi,” the nice child waved, and the other kid waved back.

“Um…Kid, you should probably say your goodbyes to her,” the violent one said quietly.

“What do you mean? Why would I say goodbye? Is…Is she really sick?”

“Yeah, I’m afraid so,” he replied with a sigh.

“But if she’s dying then why isn’t hers here? Doesn’t he care?” she asked bluntly.

The violent one watched as the Sad One’s kid began to cry; she’d heard.

“O-of course he cares!” the violent one choked out, trying to sound outraged at the assumption that he didn’t, “L-Like Shoulder Angel said, he’s just gone to – um – get something.”

He didn’t want her to be upset, but he had to admit that his kid’s accusation seemed accurate.

“So go on, g-go and say your goodbyes to her…”

“Are you crying?” his kid asked, seeming confused.

“Am I?” he muttered. He reached up to his face and felt tears.

“I don’t know, Kid, just get it over with,” he sighed.

He turned away from them, only half listening as the three children spoke. After a few moments, he heard a noise that sounded like a muffled sob. He turned around again, and then wished he hadn’t.

“Aw geez,” he muttered.

Both the child in the blue hoodie and the Sad One’s kid were in floods of tears, and even his own kid was welling up.

“This is a total disaster,” he mumbled, wiping the tears from his face.

“I’m going to go and get him,” the Nice One suddenly appeared at his side as he whispered, “Watch them?”

“Okay.”

 He watched as Shoulder Angel left, and then looked back at the bed. The tragic scene caused tears to once again spring in his eyes, and he looked away.

 The Nice One exited the room and strode down the corridor. He ran his hands through his hair as he came to the living room, and opened the door.

He saw the Sad One sat on the sofa, sipping a cup of coffee and reading a book – as usual.

“Hey,” he announced his presence, “Your kid’s slipping away.”

“Why do you think I left?” he muttered coldly, “I can’t be in there. I can’t watch another ch- I just can’t.”

“She needs you there,” he protested.

“She’ll be fine…It’ll be over for her soon.”

“She’s dying! Can’t you at least pretend you care?! She’s so upset!” he cried, rage seizing him.

“No!” the Sad One rose from his seat angrily, “I will not pretend to care! Why should I?!”

“She’s going to be gone soon, and she really wants you to come back,” he replied, trying desperately to appeal to any compassion he had left.

“I’ll go back,” he sighed, placing his coffee down, “But I will not pretend to care about her. She’s not a child…She’s just a thing.”

“How can you say those things?” the Nice One gasped, “She’s dying! How can you be so heartless?!” his voice cracked as he stormed off.

The Sad One followed reluctantly after him, and then found himself back in the room.

 “Geez…are you okay?” the violent one asked the kind one as he entered the room, a hand covering his face.

“I’m fine,” the Nice One replied, “You don’t look so ‘okay’ yourself.”

“That’s because I’m not,” he muttered.

 The Sad One followed in after him, and nobody said anything to him.

“I think the other kids should leave now,” he said quietly.

The Nice One nodded, and then began to take his kid by the hand.

“Can you take yours?” he asked the violent one. He nodded.

“C’mon, Kid,” the Scary One gently placed his hand on her shoulder, “You should go.”

She flinched at his touch, but didn’t brush him away as she usually did.

“I don’t want to go,” she muttered, “I want to stay with her.”

“You can’t, Kid. It’s…It’s not something you want to see anyway.”

“…Please?” she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, as if pleading to stay.

“N-no, Kid, I’m sorry but no.”

She scowled at him, and then looked back at the Sad  One’s child.

“I…I’m not allowed to stay. I’m sorry.”

She leaned over and quickly hugged her, before turning back to hers.

He took her hand and led her out of the room.

“You and the nice kid in the blue hoodie should…um…play together or something. I’ll be back later.”

“Okay…”

“Aw, Kid, don’t cry,” he muttered.

“I’m not crying!” she protested, glaring at the floor.

He sighed, and knelt down beside her.

“It’s…it’s not weak to cry, y’know. Not when it’s over something like this.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Did you cry when your daughter died?” she asked, still glaring at the floor.

“Uh huh…I probably cried a lot.”

“Probably?”

“It was a long time ago, and I prefer not to think about it…”

She still didn’t move.

Catching her by surprise, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She stiffened, and pushed him away.

“Get off me,” she mumbled, “I hate you.”

“Ha…Hate you too. Now go!”

She ran off leaving him alone in the corridor.

Sighing, he turned around and re-entered the room.

He immediately froze in the door way, seeing something he never thought he’d see.

 Shoulder Angel was stood, tears streaming down his face as he screamed at the Sad One, who was stood angrily facing him.

“You’re completely heartless!” the Nice One yelled, “How can you let her go like this?!”

“You’re the one shouting,” the Sad One remarked calmly.

“I can’t even – argh!”

He turned to storm off, but the violent one seized him by the shoulders.

“Let go,” the Nice One demanded – the threat in his voice was empty. He was too tired to do anything.

“I think we all need to calm down,” the violent one sighed.

“When did you two switch places?” the spiteful one muttered.

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” the violent one yelled.

“So much for calming down,” the Sad One said.

“P-please stop fighting,” a weak, frightened voice came from the corner of the room.

The violent one turned around, as did the kind one.

“Geez…I’m sorry, Kid. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” the Scary One sighed, raking his fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” the Nice One apologised, “I didn’t mean to get so cross.”

“It’s o-okay, you were just trying to help me-” she was cut off by another coughing fit.

 The violent one turned away. He couldn’t watch anymore. It hurt too much; it reminded him of another time…

He rested his head in his hands, trying to block out the noise.

 There was a lot of shouting. Coughing. Then there was screaming – her screaming. Begging him to hold her hand…or to hum, just so she wouldn’t be scared.

As much as the violent one tried, he couldn’t blot out the racket.

Until suddenly, everything fell silent.

 Slowly, he turned around – and wished he hadn’t. The Sad One’s child was lying still on the bed. Unmoving. Not even breathing.

“She’s gone now,” the Sad One said quietly.

 She was gone…and he didn’t even seem to care. In her short life, she’d tried everything she could think of just to get him to love her back. She’d even let herself get hurt.

As this realisation came to the Scary One, a white, molten anger began to burn in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard…she’d begged him. But still he’d refused.

“How could you?” he said, his hands balling into fists.

“What?” the Sad One sighed.

“How could you be so heartless?!”

Before he had time to think, he swung his arm straight into the spiteful one’s jaw, issuing a left hook right to his mouth.

The Sad One stumbled backwards, clutching his face in an offended manner. He could taste blood as he gritted his teeth, tears stinging his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you that hard!” the violent one apologised frantically, “It was an accident.”

The Nice One gave him a glare, and then approached the other one, who was staring at the floor as blood trickled through his fingers.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

The Sad One nodded, despite the fact that tears were rolling down his face. They couldn’t see his tears, as he was covering half of his face.

The exploding pain in his jaw was nothing compared to the crippling feeling of guilt that was attacking him at that moment. He squeezed his eyes shut and slid down the wall, sitting in a heap on the floor.

Guilt and despair. Now he was completely alone. He had no one – and it was completely his own fault.

“Hey, sad sack, I didn’t hit you that hard…right?” the violent one knelt beside him anxiously.

“That…r-really…hurt,” he muttered, wiping blood from his mouth.

“Aw geez – don’t kill me. Please?”

“I’m not going to do anything,” he said quietly, “I deserved it.”

The two looked back at him silently, expecting him to continue. The silence continued.

“Whether you deserved it or not, I still shouldn’t have hit you,” the Scary One sighed.

 The Sad One drew his knees up to his chest, suddenly sobbing.

“C’mon…stop crying…” the violent one said uncertainly. That did nothing.

After a moment of awkward hesitation, the violent one leaned forward and embraced the Sad One in a half hug.

“You’re not heartless,” the violent one sighed, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I shouldn’t have either,” the kind one added. He shuffled forward, and then joined the hug, wrapping his arms around them both.

“This really takes hugging yourself to a whole new level,” the Scary One muttered.

“Just be quiet,” the Nice One muttered, “We’ve been through enough today.”

[sassysweetstories]

Phoenix

Request: “Hi, I would like to request a Scott McCall x reader pairing. Where it is thought that Theo had successfully killed the reader and Scott completely snaps and decides to go after Theo himself. But the reader shows up just in time to stop him. (I know its a little out of character but I think it would be cool to see a darker side of Scott). Thanks Love your Blog!”

Ship: Scott McCall x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, yelling, fluff, death, mentions of blood, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Third P.O.V

In that moment, nothing mattered more to (Y/n) than to save him. All she knew was that she needed to save and protect Scott. And getting far away from him, giving him time to live, was exactly what she was trying to do. She knew the risks she would be taking. But it didn’t matter. Not to her. (Y/n) ran down the hall, heart in her throat. Though she was scared out of her fucking mind, she wasn’t going to stop. Stopping meant the love of her life, Scott McCall, would be a dead man. Using her fire powers, she threw a heat wave towards the end of the opposing wall. The wall where her enemy, Theo Raekan, resides. He growled back at her, eyes red from the reflection of the fire, a truly petrifying sight.

No matter, it did not scare (Y/n). Not one bit. Theo had been after her for what fell like forever, so, to her, this situation was nothing but normal. She was powerful, his biggest threat, so of course he’d like to think that he’d stop at nothing to end her. Instead of wasting her time looking at him, she took her chance and bolted out of the school, the only thought in her mind was to keep him safe. To keep Scott safe. The pack didn’t really know what she was or exactly what she was capable of. She never said, not really. But nonetheless, they trusted and loved her like a family. (Y/n) continued to run, not entirely sure as to where she was going but anywhere was better than right there, with Theo.

Her heart pumped aggressively, her body screaming, begging for mercy, some sort of sweet release. All of a sudden, her body slowed to a stop when she heard a single voice. The one voice she had fallen in love with. Scott McCall’s voice. “(Y/N)!!” She peered over her shoulder to see him. His chocolate brown hair tousled and glistening from sweat, cheeks flushed from running. In that moment, he looked beautiful to her, purely breathtaking. She saw the small smile that sprinkled his gorgeous puppy dog face. He was happy to see her fine and alive. They both laughed a little, surprised as to how things had gone this well. It was short but meaningful. She took a step forward towards him, excited to embrace him before gasping. 

Scott’s eyes went wide, his voice caught in his warm breath. “(Y/N)!!!” The cry that came from the young boy was more of a shrill scream, a sound that would make his voice hoarse for weeks to come. But right before his eyes, he saw the love of his life, his second love, being murdered right in front of him. It was as if it was happening all over again. (Y/n) spit out the blood that seemed to pour out of her mouth due to the gaping whole that was displayed in her stomach. Behind her stood Theo, grinning down at her with a wickedly evil grin, the type of sadistic smile that made a baby cry and your skin crawl. With a dagger shoved deep within (Y/n) (Y/L/N)’s stomach, Theo Raeken couldn’t have been happier. 

With (Y/n), the one person who could stop him, out of the way, Theo practically leaped with joy. He felt a weight being lifted from him. The vile boy watched (Y/n) fall to the ground, clutching her bloody stomach as it continued to pile out of her faster and faster. She was loosing too much blood. Theo took a step back, admiring his handy-work before walking off into the dark with a smirk. Scott ran over to his love, his body moving faster than anyone thought to be possible. As (Y/n) pushed her body over so that she was facing the sky, the stars, her soon to be lifeless eyes met Scott’s. He was crying- no, balling. She knew she wasn’t going to make it, she felt it. Clutching her stomach, Scott pressed harder on the wound, whispering words of empty encouragements. 

“Y-You’re g-gonna be fine, o-okay? J-Just stay with me, okay? W-We’re gonna get you out of here. You’re g-gonna be fine.” He wrapped his long calloused hands around (Y/n)’s, trying to take the pain away from her, only taking a small portion. Instead of continuing the useless endeavor, she let go of his grip, wrapping one of her hands around his neck. Rubbing her thumb up and down in a soothing manor, she smiled. The pain was leaving her for it was too late. Her mind would be gone soon. But she knew it would be okay. Though she hasn’t done this before, she knew it would be okay. Glancing back at Scott, her eyes started to fade, almost blur. His voice, the voice she’s always loved started to become a mere distant sound. As if he was far far away. 

Whispering up at him with a smile. “Scott, look at the sky..” With a confused face, he did as she asked, looking up at the overly prominent stars. It was the most gorgeous image either one of them had ever laid their eyes upon. “It’s gorgeous..” He muttered, somewhat captivated by the brilliance of the stars. While he was looking at them, she turned her gaze towards him, the smile never leaving her face. “You were the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Scott McCall..” Before Scott could turn his head, everything in that moment shifted, as if time had slowed incredibly. Her head moved slowly over to look back at the stars. She was happy, even in her final moments. In the arms over her love while they watched the stars together. And by the time Scott turned his gaze back to her, (Y/n)’s eyes were closed and she was long gone. 

“(y/n)..” His voice croaked, shaking her shoulders slightly. (Y/n)..” This time his voice grew. “(Y/N)! NO! (Y/N)! (Y/N), PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME! I CAN’T DO THIS! I CAN’T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU, PLEASE!! (Y/N)!!!” Scott cried at the heavens above his head. He cursed the gods until his voice was hoarse. The poor boy didn’t even notice the pack, his friends, watching him with pitiful eyes from afar. Stiles, his practical brother, hadn’t a clue how to help him cope. He barely made it when Allison died. Losing someone tears up an individual, and in that moment, Stiles was petrified that you would be the last straw, the final string that would pull Scott lose. 

And he was right. Gently and gingerly, Scott laid (Y/n)’s head down on the cool grass. The grass she use to love to run in. When he stood up, he looked different. Scott’s back was straighter than ever, more resilient, more heartless. Carefully walking around (Y/n)’s body, making sure there wasn’t a hair out of place, he ran away. Not really away, more like towards. Scott ran after Theo, the one person he wanted to hurt more than anyone in the world, the universe. Though he could hear Stiles cries behind him, he didn’t dare to stop, blocking the sound out of his head. Rage and adrenaline pumping through his body instead of blood. Scott’s body was pulsating with anger. Losing not one, but two of his loves pushed him over the edge. 

And in that moment, Scott remembered how happy Theo was. The almost skip in his footstep when he mercilessly shoved the dagger into (Y/n)’s stomach. He saw the spark of happiness, the practical gleam in Theo’s heartless eyes when he watched her fall to the ground. Whatever kindhearted morals and love Scott had before were completely thrown out the window. He growled lowly, scaring whatever creature lurked in the shadows of the night away. But the further he ran, the stronger Theo’s scent became. He was close. Using his night-vision, he looked around the woods for him. For his prey. Over the hill, there stood an abandoned warehouse. The building itself was fuming, pulsating with Theo’s scent. Sucking in a chunk of air, he growled louder than he’d ever done in his life. 

When a werewolf growls, each growl means something. There was a story behind all of them. This growl, the one that could be heard worldwide, was for Theo. A threat; it was a death-sentence. Whomever dared to get in his way would end up just like Theo, or worse. He was planning to kill, mercilessly, like what he did to his precious (Y/n). He broke into the warehouse, tearing anyone who dared to step in his way. Whatever protection Theo had wasn’t enough to stop Scott, they weren’t enough to stop his rage. Tearing his protection limp from limp, Scott’s gaze never left the quivering boys eyes. Not for a second did Theo think something like this could happen to Scott. Not once did he thing that the puppy dog looking boy could change that quickly. The loss of (Y/n) affected him more than he had anticipated. 

He backed up against the wall, almost touching it in fear as his Adams apple bobbed up and down, gulping nervously. Theo had done it, overstepped his bound. And Scott McCall would evidently be his downfall. But it was so much worse than that. Scott planned on tearing every limp off of that boy, mercilessly. The true alpha would stop at nothing until Theo was begging, pleading for mercy. The same way he had almost done to (Y/n). But there was one crucial detail Scott wasn’t aware about. (Y/n)’s powers. She had always kept them a secret, not that she wanted to tell them but that she didn’t quite no or entirely understand herself. She wanted to tell Scott, she had planned on doing after they defeated Theo, but obviously things did not go as planned. 

Back in the park, Stiles stood over his close friend’s lifeless body, wiping away the tears that sprinkled his cheeks. “We have to-” However, before he could finish, the dead body that lay before him began to grow pale. No, not pale- grey. (Y/n)’s skin seemed to wither and crack under the pressure, of what though? Stiles took a step back, obviously shocked by what he was witnessing. Lydia asked, curiously. “W-What’s happening to her?” Stiles shook his head, rather confused by the endeavor. Liam who was crouched by her, cradling her hand, yelped and fell back. “Ouch! She burned my hand!” The pack took a few steps away from her, scared but full of hope. That was all they had left right now. 

All of a sudden, her body that seemed to be covered in spider like cracks had light seeping through the crevasses. Not a bright white light, no- a bright orange and red light. Like boiling lava. What the fuck is happening? They thought to themselves. The lava like light only grew brighter. Lydia turned her gaze away, her eyes hidden by Malia’s shirt. The taller girl squinted, trying to see through the bright light. Slowly but surely the vibrant-ness seemed to dissipate. Blinking a few times, their eyes soon adjusted. Gasping, Stiles was the first to say. “(Y/n)..?” Standing in front of them was, in fact, (Y/n). Turning over her shoulder to look back at them, she couldn’t help but glance down at her body. Armor made of coal decorated her shoulders and chest. Her arms were a bright orange while her back portrayed beautiful outstretched vibrant wings. 

She had been reborn, like a Phoenix. Liam glanced up at her sheepishly. He was like her son, at least that’s how she treated him. He couldn’t help but look at her in awe, not so much as fear, just breath taken. (Y/n) glanced at her friends, smiling down at them all only to find the one person she craved was missing. “I’ll explain everything, I promise. But where’s Scott?” (Y/n) couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Because of her death, he had lost it and chased after Theo. That didn’t sound like her Scott. But than again, death can do crazy things to another human being. In this case, they can do wild things to a werewolf. Racing over to the abandoned warehouse,  She noticed they seemed to have already been open. 

Not just open, ripped and torn open; viciously so. The further she entered, the more concerned for Scott she became. Following the cries of pain, she turned the corner to see Scott ripping away at Theo’s chest and legs as he was strapped to the cement wall. They weren’t entirely ripped off but they were scratched enough to explicit aching pain. The second they would heal, he’d slash at the same places again. The sadistic boy looked like he was on the verge of tears due to the pain that seemed to emulate throughout his body. A disgustingly genius tactic of torture. (Y/n) genuinely couldn’t believe her eyes. Theo had done this to Scott, he had changed him. And in that moment, (Y/n) opened her mouth to shout in pure desperation.

“SCOTT, STOP!” His bloody claw that stood in the air came to a halt when he heard her voice. The voice he had fallen completely in love with. Apart of him didn’t want to look for where the voice originated from. Hallucination, maybe. Scott couldn’t take that. Imagining things only after losing her not more than two hours ago. Physically and mentally, he couldn’t bare it. But the other part wanted to look, the stronger part that craved for it to be her. A small sense of hope that he had been tucked away in the corner of his heart that he had locked up. So he did, he turned over his shoulder to look back at her. Scott was afraid that she would be fake, a hallucination. But the minute their gaze met, he knew, he knew she was as real as day. 

She was glowing in his eyes, a beautiful orange hew. He felt himself, his anger fade away. (Y/n) took a step closer to him, cautious of his movements. “Scott, baby. It’s me.. I know this all must crazy.. But you can’t kill Theo. I know how much you want to. But it’s wrong.” Of course, a part of her didn’t want him to stop. She wanted Theo to feel the pain he deserved. But this, this wasn’t the way. Scott had taught her that. She continued. “You taught me that justice isn’t killing.. You taught me that.” Every word she spoke, he took a step towards her. Though her heart was beating out of her chest, she was not afraid of him. “I know you’re confused, and I’ll explain everything.. Just don’t kill him.. You won’t be able to live with yourself if you did.. I’ll explain everything-” 

However, before she could finish, he slammed his lips onto hers, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her close. Scott’s kiss was desperate, needy. He held her so close he was afraid she’d slip through his fingers. When he pulled back, his eyes continued to happily wander over her face. Scott’s finger-tips trailed over her dimples and cheeks, he laughed and then began to cry. “Y-You are real.. I-I thought I l-lost you..” Clutching to her body, he vowed to never ever let her go. She ran her hands through his hair, whispering words of comfort to her love. “It’s okay.. Everything’s gonna be okay..” No matter how hard Scott tried, his hands couldn’t stop shaking. From joy or shock, he wasn’t entirely sure. Nor did he really care. She was back in his arms. Reborn from the ashes, like a Phoenix. 

(I hope you liked it!!) 

[quiescentgale]

I want the k

‘I want the K’ Meme ( Accepting )

12 ‘Chest kiss’

▹ ☆  Axel ☆ ◃

                    ✣ 「 ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─  Joining the… Black cloaked Organization was a rather… interesting bunch least to say. At first glance, Ventus had all thought of them being some sort of Satanic cult group. A family of misfit placed together… the first time in … a very long time, maybe a decade or more the blond had awoken from his slumber. The cold isolation of the white chamber he was in, left him feeling the biting bitter of  L o n e l i n e s s   and the urge to leave was so strong. Only to have his resolve falter the moment he quickly realizing he was lost. Everywhere was the same. Stark white halls, hollow full of echoing emptiness. Left his Heart  A c h i n g  . Up until he’d found people… Imagine his surprised to see familiar shocking red hair. Flashes of a friend within his mind.

                                                      ‘Lea!’ Oh, how happy Ventus had been…

                    …….only to have his happiness utterly crushed, Lea… wasn’t Lea… he was, Axel. A… N o b o d y  . What exactly was a ‘Nobody’ there’s no chance to question. Ventus had to take a step back, fiery weapon drawn at him. Burning anger in acid green eyes. Accusation. Bitterness. ‘You’re not Roxas.’ Who was Roxas, was he supposed to be Roxas? No, he is Ventus…or the fact; This wasn’t an Unversed. This individual wasn’t a Heartless… Ven couldn’t possible draw his Keyblade, and thankfully he was saved by a guy named Demyx. Confusion. Disoriented painted his complexion… and at this point, Ventus was willingly to follow them back to meet their leader… the dark Corridor had been one of his worst experienced.

                              D a r k n e s s   attacked him.                     B u r n i n g  his Light….

             Realizing it was just like the Lanes in between. Without his armor’s protection, he was being consumed. And giving thanks to ‘Axel’ being his saving grace, to drag his sorry ass out of there fast. Ventus was once more surprised to see another familiar face, ‘Isa,’ only to be proven… he was not… his name as Saix…. ‘What happened to the world, while I was asleep?’ It changed and rearranged without him, it seemed. ‘Xemnas’ wasn’t exactly what he’d expected to see. Something about him that causes his Heart to stir. The Organization was… something Ventus had never expected. When they weren’t doing missions, issued by Saix, they were like a dysfunctional family. Ventus felt envious. Wishing nothing more than to be apart of that.  F A M I L Y . Willingly to join them, hearing their cause in releasing Hearts from Darkness. Slaying Heartless. Ven can do that.

                                  Regardless if he felt they were hiding something from him.

                It was okay. He’ll find out  soon enough. Especially why Xemnas seemed to observe him much too closely. Even if he is technically a replacement for the lost member of their ranks, surprisingly enough who resembled him greatly; and wield a Keyblade too. There were times when Ventus had questions out of curiosity... none of them really wanted to answer ( Must be Xemnas’ doing. ) The only one who seemed at odd within his presence, was the only one whom Ventus wanted to stick around with the most; Axel. His heart seemed to cry out at truly believing this redhead was Lea, was he wrong?

             Days spend doing missions... it was a nice exercise for his stiff form, rusty composition. And often he needed guide, without any sense of direction or familiar with the Worlds, new ones he’d never seen before... partnering him up was a wise choice. Ventus made his voice known, ‘I go with Axel. Or I won’t join.’ Lea... this must be you. And the blond vowed to get to the bottom of this entire confusion. Of lost Hearts, gaining Hearts business. Kingdom Hearts once more came up... a bitterness of remembrance of Xehanort and his ambition.

              “Yo, Venny-boy, don’t forget your end of the bargain!” Demyx’s voice snapped him out of his memory monologue, and sighed.. and blushing furiously at his losing task at hand. People should really stop giving him ridiculous nicknames. Regardless that bargain was the reason why he’s sneaking around Axel’s room in the middle of night. When he was sure the redhead was in and not on mission. Next time... he ought to keep his mouth shut. Otherwise he wouldn’t B E in a losing bet, and now he’s paying for it. Heat rose onto his cheeks at what he was about to do to the sleeping redhead. Pulling down the zipper of his cloak... very, very silently. Froze when there’s little stirring. But he was safe! Axel remains asleep. Until he’d pulled the opening all the way revealing expanses of chest and muscles.

                                                                                   ‘Ventus....you’re so screwed...’

                                      Tell me something I  D  o n ’ t  know brain...

              There goes his freaking dignity. Hesitant. With very much every moral within his mind to stop, go back, but he had lost the bet fair and square, and now... he had to do this. Leaning down. From hovering above the redhead. Placing his lips upon Axel’s chest very tenderly. kissing his chest. Adrenaline pumping in his veins, anxious of getting caught. By Kingdom Hearts.... please don’t let Axel be awake... BUT HE WAS DONE! There! A kiss on Axel’s chest... now all he had to do was creep out of his room. Silent as a mouse...

              Clumsy self bumped onto the nightstand. ‘Eep!’

                                                      ... and the door creak  L o u  d l y   upon opening.

                     The worlds were out to get him..... ‘please don’t wake up... please don’t....’

[itbeajen]

Blooming Friendship | HQ! x Reader

A part of Omorfos Kosmo. Game!AU. This is before the transition.

Blooming Friendship Before the Transition "Iwa-chan! There's another person here!" Oikawa calls out through the headset. There's a faint mumble of Iwaizumi asking what was he supposed to do about that. Oikawa was debating on letting you fight on your own, or possibly jumping in to help. But what if you didn't need his help? Your character was dodging as much as you could possibly click as you evaded the incoming assaults. The specialized combat flute in your hands indicated your sub-class. Oikawa grabbed his bow, clicking the skill button, and watched as his character began notching a holy light infused arrow, aiming it at the main ogre that was attacking you. But he freezes and doesn't click on the ogre as he originally planned, as his eyes widen. You had barely brought the flute to your lips, a single note being played as the monsters around you all froze. Within the next second, your character whips out the bow. And although the skill icon is unseen on Oikawa's screen, the familiar stance in which the bow was pointed upwards was one in which he had been trying to master for the past weeks. The sound of an arrow being launched into the air and the cascading rain of light that followed afterwards as the ogres all fell to the ground indicated nothing more than a mass genocide. "Iwa-chan! Iwa-chan!" Oikawa cries out excitedly, "Did you see that?! That's the skill I've been trying to get! Arrow rain! How did she get it so quickly?! The skill barely came out this week!" "I can hear you fine Trashykawa," Iwaizumi responds. But he too was staring at his computer screen in stunned silence. To say he was surprised was an understatement, the speed at which you reacted and the fact that you had basically solo'ed one of the more common field bosses and before Iwaizumi can say anything, he already sees Oikawa engaging a conversation with you, or maybe it was the other way around? He wasn't quite sure since he joined in half way.

[L/N]: Ah shoot! Sorry, did I steal your kill?! I'm so sorry! ;__; GrandKing: No, no!    WHAT'S YOUR BUILD? THAT WAS SO COOL!!! [L/N]: Oh! Hahaha, I'm a bowman with music support. GrandKing: Woah what?! A music support?! GrandKing: How?! Isn't that really hard to get as a support class?! [L/N]: You need to complete that one really long quest from that one street musician located just outside the castle. GrandKing: D:! GrandKing: I'm stuck, I never got a raid group for the boss. T^T GrandKing: [L/N] 2 gud. Iwaizumi: Or you just suck. [L/N]: LOLOL. [L/N]: Damn, you're pretty savage. [L/N]: R i p. But you know, you can always keep looking. That raid isn't well known because there aren't many bards out there you know? GrandKing: You're right, but... even my guildies won't run with me [L/N]-chan! GrandKing: ... owo I can call you [L/N]-chan right? [L/N]: Sure! It's a bit long for you to type, but I don't mind. Haha. Can I call you King then? '~' GrandKing: Yes!!! ^~^ King is oh-kay with me! [L/N]: Neat! Haha. Well, if you ever need someone for a raid, hit me up. [L/N]: But I have a request coming up, so I'll see you around King! Iwaizumi! GrandKing: Okay [L/N]-chan! GrandKing: Bye bye! Iwaizumi: See you.

You blinked at your screen and laughed, "Oh gods. What have I done?" "What'd you do?" Kenma's voice drawled out over the headset and you laughed, "I think I got myself stuck in a conversation." "Oh. G. G." Kenma teases you and you hear the hint of laughter in his voice and he asks, "Who?" "GrandKing and Iwaizumi." "Oh, those two." "Hmm you know them?" Kenma is about to reply, but the furious typing on your end of the headset makes him shake his head and he laughs, "Yeah, I think they're volleyball players in your prefecture." "Oh," he hears you hum nonchalantly and you muttered, "I wouldn't know. Tendou-senpai is already annoying as it is." "Hm?" Kenma furrowed his brows and he asked, "Who's that?" "A senpai from school that's on the volleyball team. I think the whole team plays though..." you paused, "I keep overhearing them talking about the new raids." "Haven't figured it out?" "No." Kenma stifled a scoff at your immediate answer, and you continued, "Not like it'd matter. I'm still the number 1 mercenary. No one's beaten me." Kenma shook his head and he muttered, "I have to go. Guild wants me for a raid." "Wow. Thanks for the invite Kenma." Kenma blanched at his screen and he muttered, "As if you ever invite me." "I try!" you laughed, noticing that he doesn't want to hang up first, "See ya later Kenma-senpai!" He hears the click and he sighs, "Don't call me that." Another click occurs and Kuroo teases, "Talking to your girl friend again?" "SHe's a friend that's a girl," and my kouhai. But he doesn't mention that instead his lips tug into a small smile at your in game message of "good luck!" and Kuroo says, "You should invite her." "Nah, she has a client request soon," Kenma responds as he logs back in to another character and Kuroo sighs, "You... Are you sure you don't like her?" Kuroo can hear Kenma choke on whatever it was he was drinking, or perhaps air, and the pudding haired boy narrowed his eyes at the computer screen. He sighs, "You're impossible Kuroo." "Wait, do you though?" "No," Kenma frowned. She's like my little sister. "Hmm, I would think you are, seeing how protective you are of her," Kuroo's tone changed from teasing to wondering, and Kenma muses over answering honestly or playing around, and the setter answers, "She's like a younger sister." Of course I'd protect her. You would too if you've ever gotten to know her. Kuroo hums in acknowledgement and says, "Well, let's get this raid going!"

"Yahoo, [L/N]!" Tendou calls out, and Semi sighs, "She can't hear you." "How do you know she's a girl?" Shirabu asked, again. Tendou shook his head, "[L/N] has to be a girl, no way would someone who's as cute as [L/N] be a boy!" "I hope they're a boy," Shirabu mutters. Guess: [L/N]! [L/N]: Heyo Guess! :3 "So cute," Tendou gushed and he sighed, "I wish she'd join our guild." "Why won't she?" Ushijima asked. Tendou raised an eyebrow and he teased, "Wouldn't you like to know?" Guess: Off to another client? [L/N]: Yeah! >~< [L/N]: :U But I don't know where they want me to go Guess: Oh? [L/N]: They said to meet up here, but you guys are here too... [L/N]: Are you stealing my client bruh? o 3o Guess: I'd never~! Guess: 8D "Tendou-senpai..." Goshiki softly called out, the red haired male made a weird noise in response and the younger male continues, "Did we though?" "I don't think so?" Tendou responded. He wasn't too sure and Shirabu asksed, "How do you even know her anyways?" "It's. A. Secret." Guess: [L/N]-chan [L/N]: No Guess. I will not join your guild. Guess: Okay, r00d [L/N]: Oh gods, don't type like that. Guess: My feelings are hurt. Guess: But... If [L/N]-chan wants to play that way... "Tendou," Ushijima calls out in warning as they all see the PVP flash go up, and another one confirms that the opposing player has accepted it. The entire volleyball team sighs in exasperation, and Tendou laughs, "It's okay, [L/N]-chan hasn't been able to beat me since-" Tendou doesn't finish that sentence, not when he sees that his character is frozen in place and your character charging one of the strongest 1v1 archery skills. And he cries out, "Aw what the hell [L/N]-chan!?" [L/N]: Remember Guess, I'm the one who helped you make your character build. [L/N]: Huehuehue, I know all the flaws about it. [L/N]: And that includes how bad it is at PVP if you don't strike first. You Win! Tendou frowns and sighs, "I really can't believe how heartless she is sometimes, despite us being friends." "I think you deserved it senpai," Shirabu softly comments. And Tendou pouts. [L/N]'s not fair.

Honestly, it was like today was the day everyone was online. But it was a Sunday, and last time you checked, there were no major volleyball games going on either. What luck for you to run into even the quiet ones today though. You leaned back in your chair, and softly whistled, "I must be pretty popular today." Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you directed your character to run around in circles around the new target you've caught sight of. [L/N]: Oho! [L/N]: Aone~! Aone's eyes widen and Futakuchi asks, "Who's that?" "[L/N]-chan," Aone softly responds, surprising the rest of his members and they asked, "-CHAN?" Aone: Hello. [L/N]: Hi hi! ^__^ Did you just finish your client's request? Aone: Yes. [L/N]: I see I see, I'm heading over right now. But is this the rest of your guild? I think this is the first time I've ever met them. [L/N]: Your guild leader though... [L/N]: Lolol. Fuji: Excuse me!? [L/N]: Ahahaha. [L/N]: Sorry sorry, I didn't mean to offend you it's just... [L/N]: Your equipment... you shouldn't use that set if you're a DK. [L/N]: But hey, each to their own. Futakuchi literally growled over his mic, and his teammates sighed and Aone is about to speak up, but upon reading Futakuchi's next words he sighs in defeat. Fuji: I challenge you to a PVP. Fuji: A puny bowman like you against a speed-based knight class? Fuji: You can't win. [L/N]: Ouch, harsh. [L/N]: I thought Aone's guild mates would be as nice as him. [L/N]: But. I. Guess. Not. .__. Fuji: You brat. [L/N]: Well, what you waiting for? Fight. Me. Needless to say, it ended in a loss for Futakuchi, and the beginning of a never ending friendship rivalry between the two of you.

"Ah, it's [L/N]-san," Akaashi pointed out to Bokuto. Bokuto's eyes drift back to his computer screen and his eyes widened, "She's not busy for once?" Owlicious: Hey hey hey! [L/N]: oho! Hey Owlicious! [L/N]: (x And hi Cashew~ Partying with the chatterbox again? Cashew: Always. Cashew: Otherwise he'd get lost and confused. Owlicious: Hey! [L/N]: Well, Cashew isn't w r o n g. Hahahaha. What are you two doing today? Cashew: We had a request who didn't show up, so we're just chilling in town now. [L/N]: Ooh, I see I see. [L/N]: Bailers always suck. ): [L/N]: You guys can always report them. LOLOL Owlicious: You can do that? Cashew: I never knew. [L/N]: If you report them to the mercenary bureau, you get 10% of the fee they promised to pay. [L/N]: Just make sure you give all the details and not skim out on anything. Cashew: ... Do you do this a lot? [L/N]: Well of course, I'm a busy person! [L/N]: xP I don't have all the time to wait for no shows. [L/N]: I may be a mercenary, but I'm a player too. I need my equips. [L/N]: And skill training, and quest completing. [L/N]: So.. yeah. :U Anyways, I gotta go. My client is going to be upset if I'm late! Cashew: Thank you [L/N]. See you around. Owlicious: See you later, alligator! "Bokuto-san." "What! I think she found it funny."

"Tch, of course you're here before me," he sighed as he hears the connection. Your laughter fills his room as he fumbles to look for his headset. "Sorry Kei, did you really think you'd beat me? I'm practically always on." "I'm surprised you haven't turned into a potato yet." "Well," you paused, tying up your hair, "I do focus a lot on my sports." "Mm, how's Shiratorizawa?" he asks as he accepts your party invitation. He begins equipping his character with the necessary equipments for the upcoming boss run and you hum, "Same old, same old. I'm surprised you're interested, or is it because you're curious about the boy's volleyball team, and not about me?" "[F/N]," he calls your name out, and you laugh, "Sorry." A sigh is heard and the familiar roar of your summoned dragon is heard through the headphones. You wait for him to hop on before setting your character on autopilot towards the dungeon. No words are exchanged save for the light humming from your end. You can hear Tsukishima writing, possibly doing homework while waiting to arrive at the dungeon, and you softly whisper, "I'll go watch your match between my school and yours." You can actually hear his pen drop and he coughs, as though trying to hide it and he asks, "Who will you be cheering for?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" The playful tone in your voice makes him scoff and he smiles, "Yeah." "Yeah?" "I'd like to know." You pause, and then your laughter is heard. Both of you are in higher spirits now and you let out a soft sigh. "Isn't it obvious who I'd cheer for Kei?" "No." "Mm, you're smart, figure it out yourself." "Tch." "What." "You're ridiculous." "I know," you laugh and you asked, "Ready?" "Always."

[gilly-jilly]

JackScriptedEye Day 5

Just two dudes trying to understand each other. Some Fluff. Not a lot, but a healthy dose of it.

Btw, you might want to read Day 4 in case you want some background info on some Anti HCs. You don’t need to read it to understand the story, but some parts might make more sense :)

Day 5: Write an adventure with Jack and a companion of your choice. It could be another youtuber, Sam, or an ego from anyone.

Jack raised his eyebrows as he returned to the living room.

Anti was crouched in front of the sofa where a sleeping Signe currently lied, the palms of his hands resting firmly on the tops of his knees to steady himself. Wearing an unreadable expression, his face hovered merely a few inches away from her own, silently watching the way her chest rhythmically rose and fell as she slept.

It was then that Jack noticed the thin, beige blanket that had been draped loosely over Signe’s figure. It was done rather sloppily and didn’t quite reach her shoulders, but the intention was clear. He smiled to himself. It definitely hadn’t been there when he’d left the room.

Throwing the now damp hand towel over his shoulder, he sauntered over to where Anti had positioned himself to stand wordlessly next to him.

Jack gazed fondly as he studied Signe’s peaceful features alongside Anti. The way her lips just barely parted while she breathed. The flutter of her eyes every few moments or so. Her hair was a complete mess and her arms were positioned in an uncomfortable way, a sight he couldn’t help but mentally chuckle at, but even in that moment she was the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

Tearing his eyes away from her, Jack shifted his head to glance at Anti from out of the corner of his eye, taking in his blank expression. He frowned in contemplation. 

He and Anti had been together for quite some time, almost eight months now. Whether or not that decision was by choice is still up for debate, but he couldn’t deny the connection they shared with each other. He’d seen what Anti could do, felt what he could do, and despite how close the two of them were, both on physical and psychological terms, he knew that nothing was guaranteed with Anti around. Especially safety.

Still…while he didn’t fully understand what went on in Anti’s head sometimes, in moments like these he liked to think that deep down, buried beneath all of the malice and resentment he felt towards the world, there was a bit of a soft spot that he let show every once in awhile.

Almost as if having read his mind, Anti suddenly commented, “I’m not completely heartless, you know.” Jack now faced Anti fully, taken aback by his statement. Nonetheless, the corners of his mouth quirked.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said jokingly. 

Anti let a smirk slip from that remark, but it was gone before the gesture could be registered. He removed his palms from his knees and opted to crossing his arms over them instead, letting his chin rest on top of both. His eyes never left Signe’s face. Jack turned away from Anti and looked over at Signe once more, letting a semi-comfortable silence fall between the two of them. The moment only lasted briefly before Jack decided to speak up about. Something was bothering him.

Looking over at Anti hesitantly, he mustered up the courage to interrogate him a bit. “Hey, I don’t mean to pry…” Jack started, sticking his thumbs inside his pajama pants, “but, what are you doing here?” Jack knew that it took a lot of effort for Anti to exist separately from his body for too long, so him being there definitely raised a few questions. Anti gave him a weak glare from the corner of his eyes. 

“Sounds a lot like prying to me,” he said accusingly. Jack averted his gaze and rubbed his toes uncomfortably against his ankle. He wasn’t sure where to go with this, or even if he should, but the question was already out. There was no point in backing down now.

“Look, I know my girlfriend is pretty and all,” he exclaimed, rolling his eyes to glance back at Anti, “but you’ve never really been one to fancy humans, or much of anything for that matter.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “A guy can’t help but wonder.”

Anti stared hardly at him and frowned, obviously annoyed with being questioned. Jack didn’t blame him. Because the two of them shared a body it was hard to keep certain things to themselves. An unwanted thought or feeling would sometimes slip into the other’s mind without their consent, more often than both would like to admit, so it came as no surprise that they both wanted to have at least some sense of control of their privacy. But even Anti couldn’t deny that his sudden interest in Signe was peculiar. 

Sighing to himself, Anti shifted his gaze to the floor.“There’s no real reason behind it,” he confessed. “I’m just…” he went silent for a while, squinting his eyes and clamping his teeth shut to try and find the right word to use. A few moments passed before he finally grumbled out a quiet, “learning,” in response. Jack quirked an eyebrow at this.

“Learning,” he said blankly, unsure of what to say to that. He didn’t know what kind of answer he was expecting, but ‘learning’ certainly wasn’t it. Blinking in confusion, he continued, “…for what?” 

Suddenly, Jack felt a faint rush of frustration from his chest, no doubt from Anti, accompanied by the flickering of the ceiling lights. Anti rose from his crouch and turned to face Jack, the edge of his form beginning to glitch out and the sound of tv static filling the room. He was very annoyed. 

Raising his voice, he bellowed, “F O R  L E A R N I N G  S T U F F ,  O K ?  J U S T  D R O P  I T!” 

Signe began to shift in her sleep, letting out a small groan and shifting her tangled limbs into a less compromising position. Her legs kicked the blanket even further down her body until it rested just below her armpits. 

Anti froze in his tracks and Jack felt the wave of frustration disappear, along with the tv static and flickering lights. Unsure of whether or not this sudden change was caused by his outburst or just perfect timing, Anti made an attempt to cool himself down.

He took a sharp breath through his mouth and released it slowly, keeping his eyes tightly shut to better control himself. Before long the glitching stopped and he regained his composure. “Sorry,” he said a little quieter than necessary, “didn’t mean to snap like that.”

Jack, slightly reeling from the sudden frustration that Anti flooded his system with, massaged his temple with a single hand and tiredly waved him off. “It’s fine,” he said tiredly, “ it was partially my fault.” 

The two stood in an awkward silence, Anti slowly but surely reverting back to his crouched position while Jack did his best to keep his distance from Anti. Seeing how he reacted to Signe’s response he was almost positive that Anti wouldn’t let himself have another outburst, but he couldn’t help but be wary. This wasn’t the first time he’d lashed out.

Then again, he was kind of the one to blame for imposing on his personal business, so he’d let this one slide.

Suddenly, he heard Anti audibly sigh from next to him, the sound being slightly muffled by what he could only assume was his hands. Before he could turn his head to see his expression, Anti mumbled quietly, “I’m learning to see what you see.”

Jack’s brain went blank, not fully registering what Anti said. Turning his head to him, he let out an airy, “What?”

Anti closed his eyes and let out another audible sigh, this one sounding more tired. He repeated himself more slowly. “I’m trying to learn what you see. Not just in Signe, but in…everything.” On the last word he outstretched his palms to gesture to the space around him.

Jack was struck into silence, unable to formulate a proper response. Here was Anti, an apathetic, otherworldly entity with a lust for murder and destruction, trying to learn how to feel. He didn’t know how to react. He wondered if Anti could feel his astonishment.

Anti frowned, his eyes shifting to his lifeless hands lingering in the space in front of him. He stared fervently at his blindingly pale skin, taking in every bump and crevice with a hard stare. After a few moments, he let them fall casually to his side.

“I’m not human, Jack,” he said lowly, turning his head to look at him. “I’m not meant to understand things like this. Human life. Human emotions. I shouldn’t be able to feel anything." 

He gave Jack a piercing stare, all sorts of emotions swimming in his golden eyes. Anger. Confusion. Frustration. None of it directed towards Jack in particular. However, his expression turned soft as he turned to look over at Signe again. He reached out to give her a gentle pat on the arm, almost making contact with the top of her wrist, but he decided against it and instead placed his hand on the edge of the sofa. He lowered his head and sighed.

“But I do feel things, whether I want to or not.” He paused for a moment, mulling over his next few words. “So then…if I am feeling things, human things, then the least I can do is try to understand them, right?”

Lowering his gaze to the floor, he quietly muttered, “I’m trying to, Jack. I really am.” 

Jack stared in awe at Anti, watching him shift his head to silently stare at Signe once more. He then glanced at the beige blanket that lay messily draped over her body, the edge now even farther away from her shoulders. He saw the way Anti looked at her while she slept, still no real expression on his face, but no look of desire to harm her either. He noticed the way his body was tensed and the restraint he showed to keep some distance between them, almost as if protecting her from himself.

He didn’t see a human, but he saw something, someone, trying his damned hardest to understand what it meant to be one.

Looking over to Signe once more, Jack smiled softly and hoped that Anti could feel the the warmth that swelled in his chest.

"I know you are.”

[quiescentgale]

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▹ ☆   Anti-Sora ☆ ◃

                    ✣ 「 ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─  “ . . . . . “ Ventus often questioned his sanity. Perhaps Vanitas was right, the fact, his sanity may have shattered and went south after he went into deep sleep. Or more questioning maybe, just maybe he’d  D e s t r o y e d   more than himself and his darker half during that final confrontation. ‘Why am I doing this?’ Covering his face, heat flushed onto his cheeks... while trying to look anywhere, BUT from the... the Heartless form of his own chosen one to wield the Key blade. Yes, Ventus very much still refers this... being as Sora, even if... technically he’s a Sora whom lacks a Heart; often tackled and chased after Ventus for his own ( Futile attempts at best ) . As long as the blond’s will remains adamant and strong, the barrier encasing his heart in its protection would not waver.

               Regardless of his conflicts, it does not once.... solve the mystery that is the Heart. Why would he, the one labelled as the ‘H e a r t ’ of the Trio WayFinders, finding himself strongly attached to a being ( Still Sora ) whom lacks a Heart? Was irony really laughing down on him? Or maybe, they are just trying to emphasizes upon opposite force being pulled? Anti-Sora... still remains adamant in staring him down daily. If he wasn’t so... predatory and more or less, made his skin crawl, his over protectiveness over Ventus would have, in fact been  S w e e t . What a beautiful lie it was to believe if he was really protecting Ventus, when in actuality... he only would love the blond for the H e a r t  beating within him. For the Heart he could not have. Out of every Hearts he could obtain, he was determined and with immovable desire with his wants; Ventus ( His Heart ).

              To what Length Anti-Sora had gone for him. Assaulting other Heartless daring to  touch him. Accompanied him to the realm of Darkness, just to keep him ( His Heart ) Safe and sound. Giving him his wholly twisted sort of affection  ( And bone chilling shivers ) . Anti-Sora gave him everything he could have wanted, physical affection, and undivided attention... even if it was a little more than skewered. Ventus accepted him. His Heart did. Because, when his eyes saw Riku, Sora’s friend had tried to harm Anti-Sora, in the sake of ‘saving’ him. Ventus all but seen  R a g e  at that point and attacked the other KeyBlade Master to protect Anti-Sora, resulting he was deemed insane by the other who left with glaring wounds.

                ..... Great....Ventus slump against the rock formation, face in his hands. Bitterness floored him. He didn’t know what to do anymore. He just attacked an ally, a fellow Seven Guardians of light to... protect Sora’s Heartless... no, this is still Sora. Who was he trying to kid, Ventus knew by now... they probably view him as the biggest  T r a i t o r . He was no different from that man, his former teacher, Xehanort. But... he was only doing this, because it was what his Heart tells him to do. Was it right...? Turning toward the collapsed and unconscious form of Anti-Sora, exhausted from the fight with a KeyBlade master, his eyes stained with tears of confusion and frustration. Ventus knew then... yes it was worth it. It was damn worth it.

                Anti-Sora would protect him without hesitation, why would Ventus hesitate in someone, whom used to be precious to him, still is, and the person whom saved him twice, and given him the third chance to live? If Ventus could... he’ll save Sora. Just as he would for Terra. This wasn’t novelty. Or Some cheesy romance in movies. No Heart beat love confession. This was sick, twisted... but it was R e a l  . As Anti-Sora laid there. Unmoving. With shaky fingers, the blond would  brushed his unruly hair, with a promised made. A gentle kiss upon Anti-Sora’s lips seals the deal. His very first kiss and only one for Anti-Sora, for he dared not to do so when the monster is awake. Ventus, bronze rank Keyblade apprentice to Master Eraqus, was in his all glorious insanity, in love with a monster of his former chosen one.

                                              The shattered   A w a k e n e d   just to love a monster.