( SHOULD BE SCARED ) smut meme

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( SHOULD BE SCARED ) smut meme They shouldn't want to be with you. Hell, they shouldn't even want to be near you. In the eyes of many, you're a monster, whether in abilities or appearance; in your own eyes...well, you're not too much better. Yet here they are, though you still have your doubts. What if they, rightfully, change their mind? Ever worse, what if you hurt them? You'll have to take things slow and with kid gloves, for their sake - And yours, admit it or not. Comment with your character, preferences, and desired role. Tag others. PLAY!

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aoba seragaki || dramatical murder || m/m

[dramaticalblue]

[ most likely to be the one who's not afraid, but could be in the other role as well (what with his uh wilder side and all).

Abigail Hobbs | Hannibal | OTA

[souille]

[Potentially either, though more likely to be scared]

Darcy Lewis | MCU | OTA | M/F

[tasedagod]

christine daae | phantom of the opera

[essorer]

Yuffie | Final Fantasy 7 | M/F

[lookingformateria]

Zelda | Twilight Princess | M/F

[twilightlore]

Namine | Kingdom Hearts II | M/F

[really_sketchy]

[replikution]

[ooc: if this trainwreck of sad ship is your thing...]

[really_sketchy]

[ooc: hehe absolutely! If you don't mind starting us off :3]

ended up out for the night, but finally back now!

[replikution]

[ooc: i got this! if you don't mind some tl;dr.]

[there's a lot of reasons why this shouldn't be. one, they're not supposed to be. two, he's nothing like the real thing. even after taking on Zexion and stealing his powers, he was still no match for him. why real thing let him live, he'll never understand. perhaps to let him do some soul searching. he'd scoffed about it.]

[but then he'd started. he'd spirited away from castle oblivion, out of white walls and into daylight with woods and towns and people. that was the convenience of having Riku's memories. and dark corridors did the rest. he never stayed too long anywhere, never strayed too close when it came to rumors of a boy with a key. but he existed. and so had she, he learned. she who had, yes, once broken his heart. but retrospect had lingered. he knew why she had done it, how fake those memories had really been, a promise that had never existed. but it was funny how it still lingered in his head.]

[time passed. wounds healed. and as the boy with the key saved those once thought lost, it seemed opportunity had been granted second chance. he found her. or maybe she found him. either way, now they were together again-- had been for a while. and making a life that hadn't expected to make in a strangely normal way for a nobody and a replica. living day to day in an apartment where he now lay, restless, on the couch with an arm shielding his eyes and an open book resting on his stomach. because with living together, there had been... new developments... ones he really wasn't sure how to deal with before.]

[it had all started with the kissing. all so very innocent. but the more innocent little acts of affection had been had, the more his thoughts had started lingering on... less innocent things. but, really... what in all the worlds was he thinking? it was Naminé, someone who had been taken advantage of by more than a few people in her time. and he was... well... he grunted a bit in frustration. these hormonal ideas needed to go away post haste.]

That's cool! I ended up having a beer last night >.<

[really_sketchy]

[Namine isn't used to being around some many people. She found herself staying in their shared home more and more reluctant go outside as days turn to weeks. She likes to draw those outside of her window. Watching them pass as they live their lives. She stops drawing memories of the others, fearing that they would remind Riku of more of the pain she has caused.

She doesn't understand how it could happen this way. What is left for them now?

Her fingers lightly trace along the windowsill as bright blue eyes watch the clouds lazily pass in the sky. Her sketchbook is open in her lap as her gaze shifts towards the couch. She can't see him from her perch but she knows he's there. It's been a comfort having him so close and she wishes that she could do more for him.

To heal his heart.

Namine slowly stands placing her sketchbook and things on a nearby table. Her palms smooth out her white dress as she walks over towards Riku. It's strange.. different, knowing that they are now so close. She kneels by his side and silently removes his book placing it on the floor.]

You shouldn't get lost in your thoughts like that.

[It isn't so hard to tell that he's not sleeping. She leans forward slightly resting her head on his chest as if trying to peek at his face. After a moment she closes her eyes listing to his chest. It is a surprise when they first kissed. It is as if he fills a part of her that she knows is missing. The part of her that's empty. It's scary but she doesn't want to let that go.]

no prob! long day?

[replikution]

[he's not exactly a big people person, himself, so at least? she wasn't alone too much. just when he had to work or run errands. the place is shabby enough that the rent isn't as heavy as one would think it to be. it also might have been because he was mistaken for someone else that they got it as cheap as they did. he still begrudges that. but in the end, if it's made Naminé happy, he can't complain. much.]

[especially when he knows she's there on the sill, drawing. he lets her be for the most part when she does. it's her peace of mind, even if sometimes it makes him wonder. but he trusts her. more than himself at the moment. he's grateful she's busy-- only to hear the creak of the floor boards whine under her feet as she approaches.]

[he tries to pretend to sleep, feeling all the more self-conscious when he feels her move the book. but her tone is knowing and he lets out a slow exhale-- that ends in a slight hitch when he feels her resting against his chest. there he was thinking those thoughts and now, this? this is making it worse. she's so close... yet, despite himself, he reaches up with the hand that's not covering his face, hesitating. then blindly breaking the rest of the distance to run his hand through her soft blond tresses. he clears his throat and hopes his next words don't come out with any strain.]

Shouldn't I be saying the same thing to you? [retrospect? probably not the best thing to say. even after the time that's passed, he's still working on words.]

Sorta >.<

[really_sketchy]

[She sighs softly feeling his fingers as they lace through her hair. The weight of his palm is comforting and she smiles faintly as his chest rose and fell with his breath. Her eyes remain closed as her cheek softly nuzzles against the warmth of his torso. Her tone is soft like a sleepy whisper.]

I suppose so.

[Namine can't argue with him. Her thoughts often remained to herself though Riku always seemed to know what they were. There is so much that is left filtering through her thoughts. Even now she isn't able to to stop the torent fo throughts.

She sighed softly listening to his breath. She tries to banish all thoughts from her mind but they find their way back snaking through her thoughts.]

Why don't you distract me then?

has today been better at the very least?

[replikution]

[the nuzzling always gets him. which is usually okay when he's not thinking those kinds of things, but the thing is he is. so, even if it's just meant as something gentle and comforting, his body stiffens a bit. and then a bit more when she asks that of him.]

[usually, it would be so easy. not because his thoughts had never gone south like that before but because they hadn't practically incapacitated him already like they have now. posing that question is like challenging his very self-control. it's frustrating. he hates it. hormones, why now? he knows what she wants. but giving it to her might put other things into motion and he doesn't want to scare or hurt her. unfortunately, this comes off as anger towards her as, gravelly, his voice rises again, curt without meaning to be.] Not now.

[warrantsahello]

{ Zexion had been curious about Naminé. She was one of the Organization's greatest assets, the key to their plan to use Sora to create Kingdom Hearts. The power she had over memories was unprecedented, and Zexion had been eager to know more about her, and the way this power worked.

He had planned this visit for a while, but during that time, he became appalled at her treatment. Not because he sympathized - being a Nobody, he couldn't feel compassion - but because he knew that Marluxia essentially abusing her to get her to do what he wanted was a terrible idea. Naminé seemed to have some measure of emotions (an anomaly he'd have to study later, but if he had to guess, it was because she's a Nobody created from a Princess of Heart), and it wouldn't be long until she wanted to leave the Organization. They couldn't allow that. She'd be gone the first chance she got, and if she learned how to open Corridors of Darkness, that'd be it.

He had to act. If Marluxia was going to be the bad cop, he'd be the good cop. Manipulating others was his specialty, after all, as the Cloaked Schemer.

Zexion knocked on her door, and entered. His eyes fell upon her as she sat at her little table with her pictures, forcing himself to smile. Nobodies never smiled out of happiness; they never felt happiness, after all. Naminé surely knew that. }

Hello, Naminé. { Zexion said, shutting her door behind him. They very rarely spoke before, due to Zexion being stationed in Castle Oblivion's basement, with Riku being his primary charge. This was their first time ever interacting one on one. } I've volunteered to watch over you, today.

{ Whether or not that's true, at least it meant she wouldn't be with Marluxia, or worse, Larxene today. }

[really_sketchy]

[Her eyes were distant when he walks in. She can’t show weakness around those who keep her locked away and yet surprise quickly colors her features; it’s someone new. She knows him, she knows all of them but he isn’t the one who stands watch over her. She glances around as if waiting for those who plague her nightmares to appear from the walls. When no one else comes she relaxes slightly, releasing a breath of air.

His smile makes her unsure and her mask quickly breaks as her mind catches up with the change in events. Namine doesn’t say anything at first, letting the silence fill the space between them. Then she gently places her pencil down watching her sketchbook.]

Volunteered? [She hadn’t thought the organization is set up where you could Volunteer.

She stays seated keeping her actions measured. She doesn’t know what Zexion might do.] What is it that you wish of me?

[Whenever Marluxia or Larxene came they always sought something of her. If anything went wrong it would come back to her and she would feel the consequences. Bright blue eyes watch him curiously wondering what this new visitor would do. Wondering why it is that he smiles at her.]

[warrantsahello]

{ He can't be too surprised by Naminé's current state. Her surprise at seeing him wasn't unexpected; they'd rarely spoken before now, and in fact, he knew very little about the blonde Nobody aside from what he'd been briefed on by the Superior and the others. Now was his chance to learn a little bit more about her.

Zexion took a seat across from her at her table, folding his hands in his lap. Indeed, usually the Organization didn't have any sort of 'volunteering,' but Marluxia couldn't say no to his superior in rank.

At least, not yet. Not before his plans were really put into motion. }

Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to order you to mess with Sora's memories today. { He leaned forward, smiling again. } Actually, I just wanted to talk. I'm curious about you, Naminé. The Superior has told me much about you. I'm intrigued.

[really_sketchy]

[Namine is unsure and it shows as she watches him. She can’t understand what he might want to know. She is a nobody but more than that she is a tool for the organization. She knows that.

Her bright blue eyes study him for a long moment before she releases a shaky breath.]

Why do you smile? [Her tone is soft and she knows that she is changing the subject.

There are many in the organizations that are interested in her, in many different senses of the word. She doesn’t trust any of them. However, Namine is curious. She isn’t sure what he might want to talk about. What sort of knowledge is he expecting to find in her? She doesn’t sense hostility from him and the change has her a little unsure.]

[warrantsahello]

Would you prefer that I didn't?

{ Zexion understood the purpose of the question quite perfectly. Naminé was right to be cautious, given her previous interactions with the Organization. Zexion was well-known for the majority of his talents being out of combat - even if he was definitely no slouch in combat, either - and if he was here, that probably meant he wanted something from her.

The thing is, even Zexion wasn't sure what it was he wanted from her. He wanted to ensure she'd stay with the Organization, and that usually meant, at least at first, being the good cop to Marluxia's bad cop. But there was more. He was curious, abnormally so, about her. Why? }

I'm just trying to be pleasant. You've had it quite rough here, these past few weeks. I had thought, perhaps, you could use some company. Conversation, even.

{ Of course, with several strings attached and ulterior motives. }

[really_sketchy]

[She shakes her head.]

You can. [Namine isn’t about to stop him from smiling. It’s nice even though she isn’t used to it. She can’t help but wonder if she can smile like that too. Her bright blue eyes look down to the floor after she speaks unsure of where she is supposed to look. Her stare towards the floor is usually the only defiance she’s allowed though she got a strange feeling that might not work this time.]

Company? Like a friend? [Her eyes finally flick up towards him curiously. She doesn’t think she can trust anyone in the organization so much as to give them the title of friend. He hasn’t even said he wanted to be friends. Only that he doesn’t want to leave her alone and that he wants to talk to her. Namine doesn’t really know what to think about that. She’s been alone for so long. She looks towards the wall as if gazing out of an unseen window.]

What do you want to talk about?

[Her voice is steady but it’s obvious that he’s slowly getting to her. She knows that heartless can’t feel and yet she has hope. She doesn’t want to be alone but she can’t tell if it’s a trick or not.]

Volga | Hyrule Warriors | OTA

[not_trogdor]

Ned | Pushing Daisies | open to most

[tartes]

(can be the should-be-scared one, OR can be the monster due his lazarus touch. f/m, m/m, cross-canon, all welcome! no underaged or dead/undead people, please.)

Katina Choovanski/Katchoo | Strangers in Paradise | F/F or previous psl ships

[stranger_regained]

(probably the monster: history and involvement with assassination work and mob ties, amongst other things, but can also be the non-scared one.)

kaneki ken || tokyo ghoul

[enucleation]

[ the monster ]

Lapis Fathalla | OC | OTA

[oneirism]

[Can be the should-be-scared one, or the monster due to her powers and how she's kinda/sorta already dead.]