#antci

She kept trying to calm herself- kept taking little breathsto clear her head to clear her throat. On her dorm bed was a small bag of---she couldn’t decide what to bring.

She tried socks, outfits, pictures- she tried her phone buttossed it, maybe a notebook- maybe an old stuffed animal, but she couldn’tdecide- couldn’t bring her thoughts together, could consider for more than amoment this huge decision placed before her.

A knock on her door momentarily frazzled the rest of hercornered thoughts, and a jolt of fear brought her back to the present. Shewould be afraid to face Elsa. She would be afraid to face anyone, and tellthem- or perhaps, not to tell themwhat would be happening.

The knock happened again, and Traci gripped her own arms,grounding herself, and forced her body to its feet. Approaching the door, shecould somehow tell who was on the other side. With a sigh of relief (?), shelet Jack in.

Well, no, now she knew it wasn’t Jack, but it was weirdcalling him Anti. It was weird knowing that someone you thought you loved was someoneelse after all- but this clearly wasn’t Jack. The way he spoke, the way he heldhimself, the way the darkness in his eyes would swallow her whole, it was notJack. Definitely not.

“You’re not ready yet?” He hadn’t said it in a particularlyangry way, but she would never know. In the same way he could make her feelstronger than she could ever be by herself, he could make her feel weak andstupid- more insignificant than the smallest speck or dirt, and he wouldn’t haveto do a thing. Or maybe, it was her doing that, at this point it was hard to tell.

“I’m trying.” Her voice was dry, and shook as if she wasspeaking to a hundred angry people. “I’m just scared.”

“Scared of what?” Now his tone was challenging. “What do youhave to be afraid of?”

A lot, but nothing she was willing to admit. “I’m sorry.”She emptied her bookbag, and tried again. Notebook. An outfit. Her… camera? No,maybe not-

Hands landed on her shoulders, a simple action that sent electricityup her spine and shooting sparks though her head. She took a breath, butstopped her movements. She waited. She was curious, she was scared. Contactslid from her shoulders as he stepped besides her, and took a hold of her chinto face her face towards his.

“I’ll keep you safe.”

Traci blinked her eyes before closing them for just amoment. If there was nothing else she could believe in- not even herself, shecould believe in his words. She nodded slowly, and turned around to face him,gently holding one of his hands. “Okay.” It was obscene how calm she was, howokay she was with this. She had never been more sure about something in herlife, which made this somehow even scarier.

Somehow, by saying nothing else, He had told her exactlywhat to do, exactly what to bring, and within five minutes, Traci was pullingon her small backpack and shoes. She gripped onto her bookbag straps tightlyand followed him down the hallway, down the stairs, and right out of the girlsdorm, into the night.

“Take a look.” He said, though he hadn’t done so himself,keeping his back turned to Asagao Academy as he headed down at a leisurely pacetowards the train station. “One more look, and lets go.”

Looking into her eyes was truly like looking into nothing-her eyes, dark brown and usually so bright and happy, yielded no feelings, andwas struggling to tell her story, what she had been though- what she hadsuffered.

“He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.”She murmured, her tired eyes searching for the thoughts she could barely grasponto.

“I love you.”

“You love me?”

“I do.”

Satch’s hands closed around hers and held them tightly. Hewas losing her, it seemed like, very slowly.

“You loved me at my best, but he stayed at my worse.” She murmured.

“No, I loved you then, and I love you now.” He lifted herhands and kissed at the skin barely lighter than his, and held them to hischest. “He’ll never love you as much as I do.” Especially considering he didn’tlove her at all. He wasn’t sure what the demon’s plans with his friend was, buthe couldn’t let it end- not like this. She was falling apart at his feet. He couldn’tlet it continue- He wanted her so badly to find peace.

“Satchell?”

She hadn’t said his name the entire time- not until now.Satch held her hand tighter, and kissed at her fingers again. “I’m here foryou, I promise I’m here.”

A slight smile cracked though her lips, then her eyebrowsrose in surprise. “Satch your nose-“

He felt the trickle of blood flow down, pooling right underhis nose, at his lips.

“Oh no.” Her body language changed, then, but Satchellpulled her in, wrapping his arm around her to keep her close. He wiped at theblood, doing a quick clean for his shirt, and pushed away at the static thatbegan to fill the air- something akin to placing your hand on a television set.

“Traci, I’m not going to lose you again.”

“Satch, I’m…” Traci shook her head. “I’m not worth all ofthis. He’s going to hurt you.”

He wasn’t there, and then in a flicker of a moment he was,film grain running across his body as he settled down, his eyes black as night.He seemed to glance over the two before a grin split his lips. “Well look who’shere!”

“No… No, not again, not again.” Her breathing fell out ofrhythm, and Satchel squeezed her tighter.

“You’re here with me.” He whispered to her, to remind her,to comfort her. “I’m here for you, Traci, I always will me.”

“How nice of you to bring my girl to come and see me!” Alaugh echoed behind his words- Jack seemed to be all but gone, this antijack incomplete control. He held out one hand, right out of reach, his voice rumblingin his throat. “Traci?”

Don’t do it.

Don’t do it.

Traci took another shaky breath, turning her head, her eyeswide, to look at Satch.

“I…. I’m sorry.“

“Everyday, I need you more and everyday, you push me furtheraway.”

She should have been happy, but couldn’t keep from speakingher mind. Sure, she was happy! She loved that he came to visit her now, butstill, but still… her chest was empty. She didn’t want to see anyone else buthim, so especially, now than ever, she needed him, and sometimes, he just wasn’there.

She was sitting on her bunk bed, watching him take a casualwalk around her room. He kept picking up items, maybe putting them down, maybetossing them to the floor. What he wanted was what he wanted, she guessed. Hereyes trailed down to the things added to her own mess on the floor. Did he notlike those things? A picture frame Hana had bought her, a drawing from Ellie,some of the food Elsa had tried to bring her, all tossed to the floor. Garbage.

“Is that so?” He asked. His tone was simple, but it put thefear of god within her.

What was she saying.What did she just say?

“You’re not… satisfied with what I’ve given to you?”

“N… No.” Traci shivered. “That’s not what I said. I…” Sheraised her head as he turned to look at her, and her throat went dry.

“It’s a shame. I thought you were willing to wait. I thoughtyou wanted me more than you wanted everything else.”

“I do!” Tracicrossed her arms, trying to hold herself still. “I… I’m just tired of peopletreating me like the bad guy, and I don’t have anyone to turn to when you’renot here-“

“I mean, Traci, you are the bad guy.”

Traci was looking at him when he said that, but somehowstill managed a double-take. “Huh?”

“Hey now, you don’t get it? Everything that’s happeningright now? Coming after me when I’m in a relationship, traditionally, you’re the villain.”

Her face scrunched up. “I don’t like… I don’t think I am?”

“Okay, and no one likes you.” Jack held his hand out togesture to her. “And you don’t have any friends. And you’re going behindeveryone’s back. You’re just doing what you have to for your goals, which isfine.” He smiled, then gestured to himself. “And at the end of it all, justwhen you’ve think you’ve won, the hero appears to change your ways.”

“You’re the hero?” She asked. This was the weirdest analogy.“And the love interest??”

“Yea!” He tousled his green hair before letting it settleagain. “So you’re miserable right now. And you’re lonely, and you get a littlemean, a little unfair, and you’re willing to do anything to get your way, that’sfine.” He walked over, crouchingbefore the girl sitting on the bottom bunk. “That’s what you’re supposed to dofor now… and later you’ll become reformed though the power of love.” He reachedup to touch her face, and felt her initially recoil, but watch him thoughglassy eyes. He brushed against her cheek, then gripped her chin. “Villains don’tdo anything half way, and they certainly don’t regret being a villain. Notuntil the end anyway. So you’re gonna be that villain, Traci? You gonna getwhat you want?”

She parted her lips to speak, but merely nodded. The smileshe was gifted with seemed to defrost her heart, at least for the time being.

“Good, because that’s why I have to leave.” He had stood upsuddenly, and dodged out of her reach as she grasped for his sleeve to keep himclose. “I gotta give you some kind of motivation or you wont want me anymore.You know, play hard to get?” He shrugged as he looked over his shoulder. “But,I mean, you don’t have to, just to let you know.” He crossed the small room injust a few strides, reaching the door before she even had a thought to get up. “Ifyou won’t fight for me, I guess I’ll just stay with Ellie.”

“Jack-“

The door slammed shut. Of course she’d have one visit withhim and she would fuck it up by opening her mouth. She sat back down, and hard,hiding her face away with her hands, and tried to relax. She was so… mad. Upset with this situation, and thepeople around her… but if she gave up, like she wanted to do, Ellie would winafter all.

They got progressively longer wtf @poketin @ellieofmidnight

6- Favorite feature of their partners

Well, I could easily say they both love each other’s hair, but Traci love Hana’s soft spoken voice and willingness to try and make something of herself, and Hana loves traci’s sixth sense of taking care of others. Feeling bad but down want to talk about? Here comes a pile of chocolate chip cookies for a little gaming date.

7- Whats the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for each other?

Well, Mimi doesn’t seem to fucking change tbh. Shes still a snot-nosed know it all… but she does become oddly defensive of Elsa any time someone talks shit and Elsa isnt around to defend herself. Really, its Elsa who doesn’t change that much- shes always lit up when mimi’s treated her special, ever since they were friends. The only thing that really changes is the number of makeout sessions :eyes:

21- Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

There’s a system of checks and balances in place, from isolating traci so much she becomes so desperate that she’d do anything for Anti, but not too much that she’d give up on pursuing him completely. Little things keep her chasing after him. Earlier on, when he was still playing Jack, he’d unexpectedly take her hands and spin her around- a little impromptu dance- anything for her to lower her guard. She’d be highly embarrassed, but she’d laugh, and kinda dance along. Then it got to a point where Anti wouldnt do anything unless she approached him first. Their dances arnt as energetic anymore- its mostly a tuneless slow dance so Traci can lean her weary head on Anti’s chest and experience some physical contact and experience some feeling similar enough to love.

28- What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Jack would definitely be up to face-timing every two seconds, just to say hi to her, ‘face to face’. If not any time during the day, he definitely does it before the go to bed. Sometimes they’ll just stay on call until one or both of them fall asleep. They text each other constantly little funny pictures or odd situations they’ve gotten themselves in. Ellie loves to send pictures with no context and watch Jack give her some wild answer as to what she could be up to. It’s really a mystery on how they get anything done.

Jack also occasionally sends hand-written letters, just because they’re usually short and d umb and something like ‘I know you were up until like 5 am, quit it’ and he literally goes though all the postage to send it. Ellie would h a t e that hes using all that time and effort and money on fucking hand written letters if she didn’t find it so endearing. She has a little box where she keeps some of them and occasionally sends responses back- the first time, he received quite a lovely decorated envelope and floral card paper and petals that fall out of the card only to reveal the single word ‘nerd’ written inside. Jack laughed about it every face-time call for like, two weeks after that.

how d ar e y o u

29: one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart30: one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

Listen, the thing that breaks my heart about this ‘otp’ is a n y th i n g. e v er y th i ng. Its no t r i ght. Hes this mysterious void creature fucker messing with a bunch of kids and shes just along for the fucking ride because shes being influenced by him s o b a d l y th e e n t i r e t h i n g i s s a d

s a v e h e r

One headcanon that mends it? CAN ANYTHING MEND MY BLOODTHIRSTY HEART???

Uh… Traci’s very dedicated and faithful????????   c’:

Me: WHATS THAT YOU SAY TALK ABOUT SOME SI TRACI ASAGAO ACADEMY NORMAL BOOTS CLUB DATING SIMULATOR SIM GAME PAIRINGS? Ok

(Also me: finishes typing and then immediately falls asleep)

Tirard (w/ Jirard) I love jirard but I sorta picked him because a lot of the other bois in the discord was taken. Hes such an innocent bean in the game but I’ve actually grown to like just regular, thrusted-unfairly-into-insanely-hard-games super-beard-bros super-drunk-with-alex-bros Jirard and I let a little bit of that personality mix in with the innocent bean too good for this world Asagao!Jirard. Ive written a few things, but not much and nothing recently. (this is my main ship on jung noots discord)

Tratch (w/ Satch) I accidentally paired him with traci initially not knowing someone had already picked him m c ri p but actually I don’t get too into pairing them romantically!! I’m fine with doing either or because Satch is chill and traci is fine with getting any kind of attention, l m ao. Satch is just a sweetheart and I don’t know if you know but I’ve literally made about 10000000009 posts of shipping him with anyone because I can and we need more satch content and satch needs more love so I did.

Haci (w/Hana) ahhh yes, anuzzer gay in bikini bottom. THE gayest because GAY bless. Haci was supposed to be my happy place but traci, too, must share my suffering. I started out writing cute shit but now 80% of the stuff I got is them arguing with each other BUT ITS EACH THEIR FIRST RELATIONSHIP THEY’RE TRYING THEIR H A R D E S T. also the idea of, somewhere way down the line, Hana trying to propose to Traci at an Asagao school reunion and NB/HB somehow ROYALLY fucking it up almost every step of the way is something I hold near and dear to my heart. I love this gay I will never let go of this gay. (This is my main ship on tumblr)

:eyes: @poketin @ellieofmidnight

“Please come get me.” Would be the only thing she’d whisperdesperately, wanting to badly to be held by him again. It’s the only thing thatwould stop the static she heard, blocking out a lot of her other senses. She couldn’teat, she couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t live with the static. She couldn’t livewithout Jack.

“Please come get me.” She said again and again to her phone,waiting for the next time they would meet. She could barely wait, she hated waiting, but if she had to waitfor him to come, then she would have no choice- she would wait… but oh how shewould beg, and plead, however silently. She would wait though. She would doanything he wanted.

“Please come get me.” Elsa is very confused by the phrase,but Traci can barely take her company. Certainly, she was… a little happy tosee her friend, but it was draining- the time seemed to move so much slowerwhen someone was here with her- when she was forced to be aware. She felt soempty inside without Jack by her side- doing anything else seemed like adraining chore, each one harder than the last. It was better to be alone.

“Please come get me.” Traci saw Ellie out the window oneday, and jealously stabbed though her- the sudden, white hot emotion scorchingher. Who did she think she was, getting attached to Jack like that? How wasthat any fair that she got to ‘date’ him because he was scared of what shewould do? Traci had offered- had ­fullheartedlyoffered to confront Ellie about her terrible behavior, but Jack was too nice,too pure. He would wait, so she would wait. Ellie used to be her friend, butnow Ellie was just an obstacle- this was all a waiting game, but then again,Traci hated waiting

“P-Please come get m-me.” It was cold, and it was dark, andTraci was numb to everything but the green-haired man she got to see sometimes.She was resting her head on her pillow, and her body was curled into thesmallest shape she could manage on her bed, staring down at her phone. Maybe hewould call tonight- Oh, hearing his voice was almost just as good, although simultaneouslynot nearly as close enough to actually being with him.

“Please, please come get me, please.” She was always desperate when she spoke to him, and healways appeared as she needed him most. Her body would be cold to the core whenhe breathed life into her again. Even appearing would allow her to feel likeshe could breathe again. He would promise her all sorts of things if she couldwait just a bit more- if she could just wait.