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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 9 months

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kinda part 2 of the suicidal yuu thing, uhhhh that is a request?? kinda??? i really want to here your thoughts about it and one of the reasons why i sent it to you is because i think you have something amazing to add. (also because i love sad yuu)

Missing Yuu

How they mourn over the loss of their best friend— I kinda inspired/off topic sorry

TWs: GN Yuu. Mostly platonic Some have romantic subtexts like pining and such. In Vils, Jamils, and Idia’s it is implied more explicitly that Yuu took their own life. There are references to songs and movies from Yuus world, specifically Ponyo Time/Space +Mary by Alex G and BaBopByeYa by Janelle Monae. Game refernced but theyre listed in Idias section. (Also for any nerds ik that isnt how MKW’s ghost data works but shhh imagine the angst,

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul thought he was done mourning. It’s been years since you died, he actually remembers that entire month vividly to this day. How he was in his office, sorting through some papers and awaiting his tea from Jade. It took longer than expected. He would surely accept this from Floyd, but Jade of all mer? Disgruntledly, Azul gets off and goes out to look for the eel. He was only a few steps out of his office when he hears some faint sobbing. Oh dear, that's not good for business…

“Yer lying!” Floyd sobs as Jade holds onto his brother with a particularly grim expression, everyone in the lounge gone silent, each patron not daring to disturb the conversation unfolding out of pity. “Floyd, there is no reason to be mad at Deuce, he’s only the messenger.” “What’s going on here?” Azul asked sternly, getting ready to shoo out the Heartslabyul member. “Ah, there you are Azul.” The spade said, with defeat in his voice.

Nothing Deuce said registered in his head the minute he heard ‘Yuu is dead’. The words strung together were incomprehensible to him. Yuu? Gone? As if! That little prefect was always in everyone’s business! They went up against blots for the sevens sake! They couldn't be dead! But as Deuce continued to speak, the reality started to set in as they handed Azul a small box. “They wanted you to have this.”

The Lounge was closed for a few weeks afterward, the entire school seemed to be in shock. That entire month he couldn't even think right, his mind seemingly blocking out the existence of the prefect he grew to adore. It was only when he saw the twins mourning in their own ways, did it remind him. How Floyd would always keep the handmade eel plush Yuu made on his person, keeping it in the best condition possible despite his messy personality. Jade had a new accessory on his person as well, a small bag shaped like a Fly Agaric mushroom, it went with him everywhere even if it wasn't the most practical. In the gardens, Azul found himself wandering over to your small plot, where you kept your own crops, sitting next to Jade as he continued to care for your plants after your passing.

It was because of you, did he and the tweels he worked alongside closely become friends after all these years. A few years ago he couldn't even imagine seeing them as such, they were merely business partners, a means to an end. Yet now the three of them actually hang out or just… talk.

When he is alone at night does his mind wander as he opens the beat-up box to look at his own gift, memories flooding in from the device in hand…

You were in the VIP room, he doesn’t even remember why, when he heard you reference a few movies from your world. “It was good I ended up being summoned with some of my things, I honestly don't know what I’d do without anything from my world, especially my comfort shows.” They mentioned offhand, chopping it up with Floyd.

“Though we don't have mermaids in my world, we do have a lot of TV shows about them. I wonder how they hold up here?” Azul continued to scribble on his papers as he eavesdropped. “Oh, I know! What if we have a sleepover and binge-watch some of them, maybe you guys can rate how accurate or offensive they are!” Floyd practically squealed with glee at the idea, and he knew he had no choice in the matter.

It was the end of senior year now, and he was packing his things to head to his home in the Coral Sea. He also never thought he would go back there too, but he supposed spending some time with his family should do some good. As he packed everything out of his safe, he examined the box that he was given on that fateful day, old and torn up, and he opened it up again.

An alien laptop attached to a projector was inside. On a piece of paper were the password and log in. It was also ironically one of his best projects to demonstrate his magic comprehension. One of his finals was to prove he knew how to do a proper protection spell, and what better to protect than one of his most prized possessions, more valuable than the coins he loved to collect?

Azul remembers the praise he was given by one of the professors that visited NRC. The spell was one of the most powerful he’s ever seen! Not even a fingerprint could be left on the thing, and it was completely waterproof as well! But what was he wasn't expecting to be praised for was the device itself. “Now did you make this thing, Mr.Ashengrotto? I must say it is quite impressive! I have never seen this sort of technology before!”

The mage was blindsided by the praise, not even knowing how to react. He wanted to stop the professor, correct him, say that his friend was the one who made it, but the words seemed to die on his tongue. If he talks about you right now, he would cry, and if he cries that means you mattered to him, and he still doesn’t know how to feel about that. He didn’t even call you his friend when you were alive, calling such a term now seemed unfair. And yet you were. You are arguably the first friend he ever had. The first friend the trio even had, and he didn't even have the courage to consider you one until you died.

Azul held onto the box as he and his friends pass through the mirror, promising to all meetup and hang out again soon as they made their way home. His mother was the first to greet him in a tight hug as she rambled on about how much she missed him and how proud she was of him, how she made his favorite, and how she can't wait to celebrate his graduation. His grandmother greeted him from the kitchen as he and his stepfather carried in the few boxes he took with him back to his room.

His mother soon came in to help him unpack, and she stumbled across the old torn box from earlier. Azul didn't even realize she opened it until he heard it open and a familiar tune played.

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, Little fishie in the sea~

Tiny little fishie, who could you really be?~

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, magic sets you free~

“Ahahaha! Is this some sort of kid's show, shrimpy?” “Hey! Ponyo is for all ages, firstly! Secondly, it's my favorite movie and it's mermaid themed!” The prefect defended themselves from Floyd's teasing. Azul chuckled in agreement with Floyd's words as he made himself comfortable on the couch with Jade. “Well so far there is nothing offensive in this movie, however, I do find it offensive that you see us as children, Yuu.”

“I don’t! Im just trying to show you my favorite movie first!” Yuu bit back at Jade's snark as the tune plays, the prefect messing with the computer and the projector attached to it to project it onto the white curtains of their dorm. Azul never expected to even care about some stupid kid's movie, yet as it drew out he was completely invested. The brightly colored film even manages to keep Floyd enraptured until the end. Jade commented on how much of a delight it was.

They continued into the night, watching show after show, some corny, some fun. “This is far from accurate!” Azul huffs, “People actually watch this where you're from?” “H2O Just Add Water was a big deal for a while actually!” “I’m curious prefect, is this how you thought mers were?” Jade teased, leading to another mini-argument.

“Haha! Imagine if we actually turned into mermaids if we touch water though! That would be funny~” Floyd chuckled, reaching onto the table filled with food and snacks and shoving a handful of candy into his mouth. The atmosphere was lively, and the night was perfect, he had never been so relaxed before, especially around his dormmates, it felt almost domestic in a way— was this what it was like to have friends?

The very next day it was back to normal, but that stupid little movie kept playing in his mind. He would rather die than admit it was his new favorite movie, however, but it seems Yuu always knew. Their gift proved that.

Azul seemed to freeze in place as the sound from the laptop continued. “Son?” His stepfather asked as he watch the mer shake. He thought he was done mourning. A sudden sob of anguish escaped his throat as he nearly screamed, years of guilt and sadness coming out all at once. Azul sobbed into his parent's arms, choking back sobs as he apologized, stuttering out gibberish as he inked. He never told them about you, he never even told him about his overblot, but tonight, he will, you would have wanted him to heal.

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, Little fishie in the sea~

Tiny little fishie, who could you really be?~

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, magic sets you free~

Oh pretty fishie, will you swim back to me?~

Jamil Viper

His parents never gave him the time to mourn, even when Kalim told them it was okay. “You need to watch over him!” His mother scolded. “He is our employer's son! If anything happens to him—“ Jamil blanked out at the rest, his mind immediately shutting when he was getting yelled at for the sin of grief. If he wasn’t so exhausted, he would have probably yelled at them. Actually, he wished he did, it’s what you would have wanted for him.

Jamil never expected to be so close to you of all people, and he especially never expected you to understand him. But, you did. In fact, you stood up for him. He remembers how you would often distract Kalim for his sake, allowing him to get some much-needed rest from being at his beck and call 24/7. You helped him with his chores as well. He doesn’t even remember when you officially became his friend, it just felt so natural.

Finally, after all of these years, he had someone that cared about him, that listened to him, that understood him. He could never confide in anyone until you came around. He remembers vividly talking about his parents off-hand while you were in his room. He didn’t mean to vent about them, you just asked how they were doing since they sent him a letter and it all came out.

They barely even wrote to him, they only asked about Kalim, it's like he doesn't even exist! They don’t do this to Namja, not that they should, he loves his sister, but it is just so… frustrating. It’s just like he's just an extension of someone else!

He didn’t even realize he was crying until you put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m… I’m sorry.” Jamil whispered. “Don’t be.” You smiled at him, a warm, genuine understanding smile. You didn’t speak as he vented, and you didn’t try to offer solutions or pity, you just listened and validated him, the very first and only person who has ever done that. The topic soon changed to music, he thinks it's because you brought up some of the headphones he had in his room, and you both exchanged your opinions on the subject.

“The music here is so similar yet so different from my world, it's good don't get me wrong, it's just… strange.” “What is the music from your world like?” He asked as you swung your legs on the edge of your bed. “Uhh, what's genre you like? I’ll try to find something similar on here.” You held up your phone as Jamil started describing the music he liked.

After a moment, a song played from your phone. Beautifully unique instrumental unlike anything he's ever heard started playing. He started to understand what you mean by similar but different. The singer began to vocalize, but the language was utterly incomprehensible, the language unlike anything he has heard.

“Oh right, I forgot, language barrier, different dimensions, hold on!” The student took off the enchanted necklace given to them at the beginning of the year and handed it to him. Jamil hesitantly took it, clasping it around his neck. The minute it clasped around him, the lyrics suddenly started making sense.

I hear echoes of your laughter

In the corners of my mind

As I memorize each detail of your intricate design

In your hair, there is symphony

Your lips, a string quartet

They tell stories of the neon valley street where we first met

Now somewhere time pursues us

As we love in technicolor

But I dwell in silence of your words that move me like none other

This time I shall be unafraid

And violence will not move me

This time we will relax

This time we will stay in our movie

“Woah…” Jamil whispers. “I know trippy right?” You asked the interdimensional gibberish from their lips suddenly making sense. “Hearing you speak my language sounds so surreal, it suits you though!” You smile. “Oh if you like this song, I know another one you're gonna love!”

You were such a great friend, you still did everything you could for him despite your own situation, so he reciprocated. You couldn’t eat today because Crowley had you run all his errands? Good thing he made an extra lunch today, for no reason of course. No time to study because of that overblot that happened? Oh no, it sure would be a shame if his old graded assignments with the correct answers written on them got mixed up in your stuff.

He didn’t explicitly state his intentions, it would take him a while for him to truly open up and say what he meant because of his upbringing, but you didn't care. You understood. And he was here for you the same way you were there for him. When you complained about your master's most recent demands, he was there to listen the same you did when he complained about his.

He was devastated when he heard the news of your death. If it wasn’t for years of keeping his composure, he would have fallen apart then and there. He felt sick, the earth was suddenly spinning around him. Everything Crowley announced after was a blur, Jamil didn’t even realize Crowley was talking to him until he said his name for the third time. A small box was held out to him, note attached to it in Yuu’s handwriting.

Jamil took the box and continued to stare off into space until the announcements came to a close. Kalim was inconsolable as they walked back to the dorm. Kalim wiped his tears holding onto his own box, and both wordlessly went into their rooms, needing time for themselves. The minute the door shut behind him, Jamil let out a cry of pure agony, collapsing onto his bed as he wept.

For the next few weeks, Kalim tried his best to not rely on Jamil, even ordering him to take a vacation though he didn't have the power to do so, it was ultimately up to his family. Still, Jamil appreciated the sentiment. Kalim would try to cook for himself and do his own makeup, even if it wasn't the best. It was ironic that even in death you continued to help with Kalim, your death making Kalim more independent, and mending their relationship by proxy

Jamil hadn’t opened the box yet, nor read the note. He hasn't had the courage to, but tonight was different. He opened the small box, peering at the device inside. It was an MP3 player of sorts, he assumed, along with a pair of high-quality earbuds. His eyes watered too much to read the note properly, but he did see the password to the device. Pulling out the device, he noticed that the necklace Yuu used was also in the box.

Jamil clipped the necklace onto himself and entered the password. He placed the earbuds into his ears and swiped through the device. He paused as he saw the albums you created for yourself with all sorts of names. Study Playlist, Rock, Love Songs and Pining, and one simply titled For Jamil.

He shakily tapped on it. More tears rolled down his cheeks as he scrolled through all of the songs you put in it, all of them songs of genres or vibes you thought he would have loved. It would be too much to listen to it right now. He tapped back to the list of albums and kept scrolling though, abruptly stopping at one album.

This Time I’m Really Gonna Do It, it was titled. He tapped on it and immediately started the playlist. Most songs were about loneliness, homesickness, derealization, self-harm. Jamil sat, hunched over, laser-focused on the lyrics of each song.

Mary is the one that leaves you to rot.

She says I am real and you are not.

She says

I am real

And you are not…

Jamil began to sob again as he listened as it all sunk in for him. You were gone, and for the entire time you were here, this is how you felt. You were always there for him. You always comforted him. And he couldn’t do the same for you. If he was just there a little more, if he just truly asked and truly listened would you still be here? If he asked about your family and your home, would you have been able to find it easier here? If he were more honest…. As he sobbed another song started playing, lyrics resonating deep within him as it played.

Hold on tight to this time this place,

Cause everything you know will be erased.

You were born inside your head.

And that is where you’ll go when you are dead.

Vil Shoenheit

When he received the news of your passing, he decided to take a break from the spotlight, announcing his hiatus to his manager and his social media. He was less strict in ruling dorm, and much more forgiving of Epel's outburst of rage, knowing that he was mourning in his own way. Rook was a blessing with how much he understood and stepped up to give Vil a break, an unspoken thank you between the two of them.

Vil kept you in his mind while doing everything for a while. Even as he applied his skincare he found his mind explaining it to himself as if it was his first time. He imagined explaining the process to the overworked prefect who seemed to never have enough time to care for their skin, or afford it. “Now exfoliate gently in circles like so,” his mind would say, and he would close his eyes and pretend he was doing it to you. He never even got the chance to gift you the cleanser he made for you.

As he prepares his salads, he finds himself making an extra one on the side. He remembers how you would occasionally complain about skipping meals because of Crowley, and he would imagine that if you were still here, he would have given the meal to you while lightly scolding you.

When he applies his makeup, he experiments slightly in the way you would. You seldom wore makeup with how busy your schedule was. The few times he saw you with it, he remembered you mentioning that one of your friends did it for you. If you were given the materials and time, how would you have applied it? Would you use a brush or sponge for your foundation? Perhaps your eyeliner would follow the trends from your world?

As he led his club, he remembered what you would mention about the shows from your world and how you viewed magic from an Outlander's perspective. He found himself looking at some of the graphic novels and manga from your world that you lent him before you passed. You said they were made into movies, some good but most bad. As he flipped the pages he saw the sticky notes you wrote on each one, translating the foreign language for him. Your handwriting was comforting.

He wondered which one of these were your favorite as he read, admiring the storylines. How did movies work where you were from? Did you miss them? This comics would make for a good one, maybe he can direct one based on them…

Vil didn’t want to use social media, but he opened it up to go and find yours. Going onto some of the freshman’s socials, he found you in their followers. You were a private account, and he couldn’t see any of your posts. He mindlessly requested a follow, not expecting to be let in immediately— you must have already been following him, and he couldn't help but go through your entire account.

You didn’t follow a lot of people, and only your friends along with a few bots followed you. Most of the posts were of photos around NRC or of friends along with some inside jokes. Some posts consisted of memes or images that weren’t like anything of that of his world, captions talking about how much you miss home. The horrible realization of you being an Outlander seemed to sink in even more at the caption. No one here truly knew you, you had very few to remember you. Your family will never even know what happened to you, that you died. Vil shut off his phone, regretting his decision to reopen Magicam.

The Dormleader even found himself eating a bit unhealthily, in moderation of course. He remembered how you would practically shove everything down your throat before having to go off and do your next task without any etiquette whatsoever. He even remembers Epel saving up to buy junk food and sweets to give to you as gifts. Apparently, you couldn't afford them or had nothing like them in your world. He even remembers the captions of you complaining of only eating one thing all day and such.

He requested Epel to tell him some of your favorite desserts you enjoyed or the ones he planned on getting for you, perhaps he could understand you more if he ate them, or perhaps consume them for you since you never got the opportunity to enjoy them. Epel had no use for his gifts anymore, so he shoved most of them into the communal fridge.

In one of his runs, Vil noticed that the freshman’s mood seemed to sour more as his phone continued to ping. “Epel. Your phone. Either turn it on silent or respond.” Vil reprimanded. “Ugh, I can't! They keep finding me on everythin’! Even harrasin’ my folks at home!” Vils brows knitted together, “What are you talking about?”

“Ever since you followed Yuu or something like that I’ve been getting a buncha DMs and stuff asking if I knew anything about you or who Yuu is to you, seriously it’s driving me insane! It's happening to Ace and the others too! Assholes doxxed me and even got my number so I can't just block em.” Epel wiped away a tear that threatened to fall. “Can't even be left alone to mourn…”

“Let me see them.” Vil opened Epel's social phone, seeing notification after notification pop up. Opening his social media, he saw that even with the restricted access and privating of his account, almost all of the comments were about him.

>Hey! Hey! Hey! Do you know Vil???

>Please DM me for an interview!

>Hello there Mr.Epel, do you know a person named Yuu?

>Do you know who Yuu is to Vil??? Are they like together or something???

The sight made Vil feel sick as he turned off the phone and handed it back to Epel. “I’ll take care of this Epel, I’m sorry you have to put up with this.” Vil knew making a simple announcement wouldn’t be enough. He sighs as he sends a message to his manager, requesting her to get him an interview.

***

Vil sits up straight on the seat across from the interviewer, going over introductions and greetings as the camera rolls, broadcasting everything live. The interview goes smoothly. Vil already has his answers to simple questions about his career memorized. “So, Vil, I’m sure you are aware of the recent news going on about who you followed.” Vil nods, throat suddenly going dry. “Yes, I didn’t know that it would blow up if I’m being honest.”

The interviewer laughs for a moment. “So who’s this ‘Yuu’ person now? It’s not every day you follow a private personal account, they anyone special?” Yes, yes they are Vil thinks. Vil takes a deep breath. “I actually want to address the recent drama regarding them,” Vil pauses to hold back a stutter, it was strange, why was he being so emotional now of all times?

“Yuu is…” There were so many ways to describe them, but nothing came out. “They are no longer with us. They have passed away recently and…” Vil wiped away tears forming in his eyes. “I want to ask everyone to please stop harassing everyone, they are all— we are all mourning their loss and…” Vil suddenly chokes back a sob, and the weight of it all suddenly starts to sink as grief envelops him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m going to have to stop this interview here, I need… I need some time for myself…”

Vil stands up and goes off-screen, covering his mouth with his fist as he walks off. On the car ride back to NRC he hesitantly turns on his phone, looking at the notifications that pop up. Opening his Magicam, he looks through some of his comments, most of which are now apologies from overbearing fans and inquiries about his mental state. One notification stands out from the rest, a small red dot near his messages. Tapping on it he sees a DM from no other than Neige LeBlanche himself asking if he was alright and that he was always here for him.

“How could you forgive everyone around you for mistreating you?” The blond asked the prefect in front of them. “Everyone here has treated you horribly.” The prefect merely shrugged, “It’s much better to make a friend out of an enemy than to destroy them, after all my first meeting with Ace and Grim was far from perfect.” They chuckled before sipping on their drink as they sat across from the model. “If I started shutting out everyone because of a few bad experiences, I would have never met you. Besides, I can't let things get to me that easily!” The last part is now ironic as Vil reminisces.

Vil wiped another tear, before pressing accept on the DM request.

Idia Shroud

It was like it never happened. You were just offline, the Shroud reasoned upon seeing your profiles on everything no longer active. To an outsider, it was like Idia didn’t care, he continued on his computer without a tear shed.

To Ortho, however, it was obvious that everything he was doing was to preserve what was left of you. You were summoned with a few items, one of them being some portable gaming device that was now his. Idia remembers when you first showed it to him when he was curious about how games were from your world. He remembered you were a bit upset that you couldn't play a majority of the games together as it required two devices, and Idia being as tech savvy as he was merely snickered before hooking up the device to his computer and copying the files.

A bit of coding and emulating later, the young man now had an entire library of interdimensional games on his pc for him to enjoy, and now he can join your sessions online. From farming sims to FPS, he thoroughly enjoyed all of it, fascinated at how similar yet different everything is. Certain buttons are mixed up, common gaming terminology from his world wasn’t used.

He would often join you in all sorts of random games. Even games he never thought he would enjoy like that weird ‘Skate 3’, ‘Power Washing Simulator’, ‘Raft’, ‘Animal Crossing’ or even ‘Stardew Valley’. It was fun to visit your farm or island, or to skate with you, or even to power wash things. There were so many fun and unique games that your world had, and since your passing, he wanted to try and share it with everyone. He didn’t have time to mourn with how busy he was!

The games you brought over made him happy, and now he wanted to share that feeling with everyone else in a way to honor you. The media wondered why STYX of all companies started releasing a bunch of free games to download. The only thing they charged money for was the soundtrack, where all of the proceeds went to mental health and suicide prevention programs.

All the time he spent on his computer was him testing every game you had and adjusting them to work on these world’s devices with ease. Occasionally when he got to a game you especially adored, he would add a few features that he remembered you mentioning wishing were in it before uploading them. Each game's credits had you listed in them as one of the creators as well.

When he wanted to take a break, he ended up playing his new favorite game, Skate 3. He didn’t necessarily care about the gameplay however, rather it was a feature he learned about only after you died. Even when your friends were offline, their character would occasionally appear and skate with you. It was the only way he could ever hope of playing with you again, and every time he finds your character, he pretends that for a moment you are in your dorm on your couch hopping on with him.

He still on occasion opens your other games and cares for your Animal Crossing island, your Minecraft dog, or crops in Stardew Valley. Ortho would also occasionally play one of those multiplayer games with him too like Mario Party, Halo, Terraria, or Smash Bros. Ortho was mourning you as well, you were like another big sibling to them. He would still play the Minecraft world you all shared and visit your house, adding decorations to it as he progresses to include you in a way.

The kid hated whenever someone misinterpreted his brother's actions, often passionately correcting before getting emotional over the thought of what he was doing. He's preserving them, but why did he have to do so already? They were so young.

Idia was on the last few games he needed to upload. He looked over at one of the first games you introduced him to, an emulation of Mario Kart Wii.

“Yeah it’s pretty old but it’s pretty nostalgic to me. I used to play it with my family all the time! It’s one of my favorites! I managed to move all my ghost data onto here too! Still, hold the record!” You beamed proudly as you showed the two brothers. “Ah, you appreciate oldies too huh?” Yuu nods. “If only I downloaded more before I came here. I think you would have loved some of the classic games we had.”

Idia loaded up the game with you, hooking up your device to the big screen in his room so you could all play. Ortho grabbed his favorite controller, and you all chose your characters to race as. Sure, you had the home-field advantage, but he’s played tons of racing games before! He has this in the bag.

The pair never stood a chance. With every map, you seemed to know a perfect shortcut, a perfect glitch, a perfect setup to always come out in first place. Even when the two said you had to play fair and you complied, you still easily beat them both while humming the music under your breath. Yet despite the frustration, it was still fun, especially since you included Ortho in everything as well.

Idia loaded up the game again, for old time's sake. He didn’t put much thought into the map or character he chose, he was too busy imagining that day you all were together, laughing and exchanging the things you loved. Rainbow Road was loaded up, the hardest track in the game and your favorite one, he remembered how much you laughed at his misery when he played on it. A few extra carts appear in the track that weren't the bots he was playing against, they were translucent much like ghosts, and had names over each one.

One of them he recognized as yours. As he began, he saw the ghost carts glided across the road. It was then he realized that these were the previous top three records that were saved. Idia wasn’t thinking, as his competitive streak overtook him. In the very first round, he beat the one in third place, putting in his name ‘Gloomurai’. He played a few more times, each time optimizing his route and techniques to get faster with each run. He’d even watch your racer’s techniques so he could copy.

After what felt like hours, he finally beat your character's time, and mentally celebrated when the option to put in his name popped up. The small smile on his face suddenly faded for a moment as he thought back to what you said. “I used to play with my family all the time!” You said. “It’s one of my favorites!”

Idia’s hands shook. When you showed him this game, it was obvious you adored it. He even caught you playing it by yourself a lot. Those other names, were they your family? Your friends? The realization hit him. This wasn’t your favorite game just because of nostalgia, it was because you still play with your family.

All those other ghosts he beat, they drove the exact same route, the exact same way your loved ones did and he overwrote them, and now, he overwrote you on your favorite route. Not only did he get rid of you, but he got rid of the only trace you had of your old life. Panicking, Idia dove into the files of the game, looking through everything he could see if there was any way he could save your data, frantically scanning each line of code. He knew the answer in his head though, the minute that box popped up, it was deleted instantly.

Idia suddenly stopped, clenching his fists. He didn’t care that your ghost was probably on other tracks. That one was your favorite one. He got rid of you. He got rid of you on your favorite game. The sadness finally caught up to him, he was too exhausted to keep coding at this point.

“Idia?” Ortho called into his shared room with his brother. “Idia? Your heart rate is acting up on my scanner—“ Ortho creaked open the door to see his brother with his head in his hands, violently sobbing. “They’re gone.” He mutters. “They’re gone.” Ortho shut the door behind him, floating over to where his brother was, and pulls him down to hug him. “It's okay,” the boy soothes. “They still live in you.”

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taey0ngsvape · 11 months

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ateez first "i love you" moments

hongjoong:

realizes he loves you when you bring him breakfast after he spent the whole night in his studio

you stay to watch him work but end up falling asleep on his couch

he thinks you look adorable and can’t stop smiling at you and thinking that you’re the best partner in the world

he realizes he loves you after he turns away from his work to watch you for the fourth time in the past five minutes

he knows that what the two of you have is precious and he wants to keep you by his side for as long as you’ll have him

seonghwa:

he’s never afraid to tell you how he’s feeling, your whole relationship is built on sharing your thoughts and emotions free of judgment

so when he realizes he loves you he doesn’t shy away from his feelings

he wants to tell you as soon as possible, but he also wants it to be a special moment

he’d probably plan a night in with just the two of you, cooking dinner together and a movie after

he’d barely make it through dinner before blurting it out

once you say it back his whole mood brightens and he’d be especially affectionate after

insists on doing the dishes while you pick the movie and when you two finally settle down on the couch he’ll want you in his arms for the rest of the night

yunho:

the moment he knows is when he first introduces you to the rest of the boys

he’d love seeing you get along so well with his friends and is more than content with just sitting next to you and observing the conversation

he’d get really happy when he sees how your eyes light up whenever you make one of the boys laugh and he notices how you visibly relax the longer you’re with them

he just loves watching you get along with people he loves and that’s when he realizes that the joy he feels from seeing you interact with his loved ones comes from the fact that he loves you

yeosang:

now he’s one of the members who isn’t as open about his feelings so you’d probably have to say it first

but the second you tell him he immediately responds with a “i love you too”

it would sound so casual because to him, he’s loved you the whole time so it doesn’t fully register that you just said you love him

but after you repeat yourself, his eyes would go all wide as he realizes what you mean

he’d definitely be in high spirits the rest of the day and occasionally he’d pull you into his arms and ask “can you say it again?”

he loves hearing the words come from you, a verbal confirmation that your feelings are just as strong as his

san:

from the start of your relationship san has always been head over heels for you, but as your relationship progresses his feelings change into something much more meaningful the longer the two of you are together

because of you he realizes that love isn’t about the moments that give you butterflies or make your heart race, it's about finding comfort and trust in someone else

so he’d realize he loves you in a mundane moment

he’d just come from dance practice to surprise you and when he gets to your place you’re in the kitchen washing dishes and listening to music, singing to yourself

he’d stop in his tracks, full on freezing up as he realizes how deeply he cares about you

he’d say “i love you” right then and there (it would scare you out of your skin because you didn’t even hear him come in)

once you recover from the initial shock, you’d realize what he said and he’d just smile at you and tell you that you don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to, he just wanted to tell you

but you say it back easily and he’d spend the rest of the night glued to your side

mingi:

this man would be completely devoted to you from the very beginning of your relationship

he feels everything very strongly so when he first realizes he loves you it might overwhelm him, wondering if maybe he’s “in too deep”

but he wouldn’t hide these worries from you and instead would bring it up immediately

with reassurance that there’s no such thing as feeling “too much” and that you love him too his insecurity would fade

reminds you how much he loves you CONSTANTLY

so much that you start Han Soloing him and saying “i know” when he tells you he loves you because you know how much he loves you

he’ll never let you forget how much you mean to him

wooyoung:

he’d realize he loves you when he decides he wants you to meet his family

it’s an intimate step in any relationship and wooyoung’s family is so important to him so the fact that he wants you to meet them is a show of trust

when he realizes it, he’d keep it to himself at first, wanting to wait for the perfect moment

just for it to slip out when his little brother runs to hug you before him and he sees the smile on your face

you wouldn’t realize what he said at first, and you’d only process it once you’ve already entered the house and can’t talk to him about it

you’d wait until the two of you leave before bringing it up in the car asking him if he really meant it

he’d immediately tell you he did and then he’d say it again

gets flustered when you say it back but pretends he’s fine (his ears are red which gives him away)

jongho:

i mentioned this in my ateez as boyfriends post but he seems like the kind of person who needs to know someone really well before starting a relationship with them

because of this, he’d love you from the very beginning

but he’d prefer to show you his love rather than say it

but the second you say it to him he’ll say it back

and it’ll probably be paired with a confession that he’s loved you for a long time

not much would change once you’ve said it to each other, he’d continue treating you like a princess

but the more time that passes the more he realizes he’s going to love you for a long time

#clare’s fics🌸#ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez imagines

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hi hi i hope you’re having a great day/night i was wondering if you could do a comfort nick x masc autistic reader where the reader is super interested in sea creatures and they go to the aquarium and the reader gets overwhelmed please

also love your work even though i just found it

Jellyfish - N. Sturniolo

Summary : A special date out with your boyfriend <3

Warnings : mentions of overwhelm but not negatively!

Word Count : 1215

Pairing : Nick Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : This is written with a male and neurodivergent reader!

You absolutely adored the ocean.

It was your biggest passion, and everything that it contained were things you loved. Being autistic, your special interests could sometimes get overwhelming, but most of the time, you really enjoyed all the things you read about. You had always dreamed of cute little aquarium dates with a partner, shared sea creature stuffed animals, decorating things ocean themed. Your childhood bedroom wallpaper was covered in jellyfish, as that had always been your favorite of the animals that lived under the water. You had moved in with Nick recently, and you had your own room, due to the fact that sometimes you both just needed personal space, but Nick had helped you decorate it.

It had taken days, but Nick had never complained, and had patiently listened to all of your infodumping with a smile on his face, enjoying how happy you looked. He helped you paint, put up wallpaper, hang things from the ceiling, and hang up blue fairy lights around your window. When you were both done, your room truly looked like something out of a Pinterest board, and you were both absolutely obsessed with it. Nick spent a lot more time in your room than his, and you would eventually help him redecorate his own when he decided he needed a change of pace. What you didn’t know was that Nick had a surprise planned for your anniversary date in just a couple of hours, and he was so excited to see your reaction.

He had bought tickets to the aquarium just a town over, and had made sure to pay for the dolphin encounter as well. They weren’t your favorite, of course, but he knew that you would still be so excited about it. There was a jellyfish portion as well, and he had pored over every brochure to make sure that it was absolutely perfect. So, as you were getting ready to change into clothes to go out that night, he told you to dress comfortably over dressing fancy, because he knew you weren’t going out to dinner at some high end place. You seemed confused but trusted him, being happy you didn’t have to get too dressed up.

You had been on aquarium dates before, but this one was arguably the biggest one in the state, and you hadn’t been there yet. It had been too much of a drive, or you didn’t have the time to experience all of it, and you didn’t want to go and only be able to see half, or even less than that, so you had always put it off. Nick knew this, so he thought that it would be a perfect fit for your first anniversary, and he could argue that he was almost as excited as you were. A giant smile stayed on his face the whole time, and he held your hand the entire way there, thumb caressing the back of your hand, smiling at the light blue polish on your fingernails, a compliment to his own white ones.

He avoided telling you where you were going, telling you that it was a surprise that you would love. You really weren’t big on surprises, but you trusted him, and you knew that if he wasn’t telling you, it was something really good. He had put in the address on his phone, but split screened it over to his music application so that you couldn’t see the final address. The look on your face when he pulled into the parking lot and you registered what the large building in front of you was, was completely worth the struggle of keeping himself from telling you during the long drive. The smile that spread from ear to ear and the genuine happiness in your eyes made him smile just as wide, putting the car in park and unbuckling his seatbelt in favor of leaning over the center console to gently kiss you.

“So, are you gonna sit here in shock, or are we going in?”

You felt like you couldn’t even speak, returning the kiss before immediately getting out of the car, grabbing Nick’s hand as he made it around to walk next to you.

“I love you.”

He smiled, the joy on your face spreading into his own, squeezing your hand.

“I love you too.”

As he scanned the tickets on his phone to go in, you both grabbed a map. You didn’t think that you would wander off from each other at all, but just in case one of you lost one, you had two. You pored over it for a bit before Nick started to speak.

“Just so you know, I have something booked here in about an hour and a half, and we can’t be late to it, but if we’re looking at something when we have to go over there, we can absolutely come back. And no, I’m not telling you what it is.”

You closed your mouth, having been about to ask what he had planned. Smiling but shaking your head, you pointed to a spot on the map, locating the jellyfish.

“Can we go there first?”

Nick grabbed your hand again, putting his map back in his pocket.

“Of course we can.”

About an hour and fifteen minutes later, you had wandered around half of the aquarium, and you had been non-stop talking about your favorite animals. Nick had listened to all of it, asking questions so you knew that he was listening, and had even comforted you when the overwhelm of seeing all of your favorite things had gotten to be a bit too much and you had cried a little. He had offered for you to go home, but you had of course adamantly refused, and you both had continued through the aquarium. You had gotten to pet a stingray, which Nick was a little worried about doing himself, but he did it with you anyways, and the smile on your face was worth the fear.

When you got to the dolphin section of the aquarium, you lit up, them being your second favorite sea creature. Third place went to the octopus, and you had already gotten to see those, as they were near the stingrays. At this point, you had seen almost everything that you wanted to see, and were now really enjoying your time with Nick, feeling so grateful for everything he had done for you tonight. As you entered the area of the dolphin encounter, you stared at Nick with shock in your eyes, as he just kept pulling things out of his pockets, surprising you in the best ways.

“You’re kidding. I get to pet a dolphin?!”

Nick laughed, kissing the top of your head.

“You’re adorable. Yes, you do. Come on, our group starts in about ten minutes.”

The rest of the date went so perfectly, and you were so in love with your partner. You had no idea how you were going to repay this to him, and it seemed like he could read your mind, as he looked right at you on the drive home, a soft smile on his face.

“Your happiness tonight was worth every single penny spent. I hope you had fun.”

“I had the best night of my life.”

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queer-overwatch · 9 days

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heyy <3 i was wondering if you could do HC's of either Venture or Sojourn with a GN s/o who has a lot of medical scarring all over their body? (basically comforting them 'bout them) :)

thank youuuuuu

I totally yoinked this one bc I HAVE SCARS AND I FEEL BAD ABT THEM SOMETIMES TOO!!! Which is completely stupid bc scars are so cool in my opinion- anyway! Here's some headcanons for ya anon! <3 -Frisk

Venture and Sojourn comforting reader with scars!

⸙❯────「♅」────❮⸙

Sojourn!

Out of everyone she understands your experiences the most

Whenever you're feeling bad about your scarring, she thinks of what she'd want to hear and would use that to comfort you

She can't really get scars anymore, at least not in the most common areas, but she'll try and paint a few onto her legs and arms to match you!

if you want to share stories about how you got them, she's more than happy to listen

If you're okay with it, whenever you two are cuddling or are just close to each other she'll trace over them with her hands

Finds them fascinating in a bit of a morbid way, though she 100% keeps those thoughts to herself

Will be the most casual person ever about it, to her it isn't a big deal. If it doesn't matter to you, then she couldn't care less

She loves you, and that includes your body

Venture!

══════ஜ▲ஜ══════

Scars? Huh? What-?

They would literally never notice if you hadn't told them-

way too busy staring into your eyes lovingly like a huge dork 24/7 for it to register in their head

They have probably noticed but forgot 2 seconds later

They are way more open about how cool they think scarring is! If you're okay with them complimenting or asking about your scars, oh boy you better expect to be thrown into a story time

They have some too! Like their tooth! And they have a bunch on their hands thanks to their drill

They never had any negative connections to scars so they're plenty open to conversations about 'em!

Would probably absentmindedly talk about their own since in the back of their head its like "Oh my god my partner had scarring too! That's so awesome! Story time!"

If you're insecure about your scars then they become the biggest sweetheart ever

If you don't like talking about them then that's fine! All you gotta do is ask and bam, its gone from their brain in 2-3 business days

If you ever come to them and talk about how you don't like your scars, after asking for permission of course, they will kiss the ever loving hell out of every single little mark on your body (if you let them, of course)

also absolutely adores your body, no matter what you think's "wrong" with it

#sojourn overwatch #overwatch x reader #venture #sojourn #overwatch venture #venture x reader #sojourn x reader #sloane cameron #vivian chase #Xornk

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oncasette · 10 months

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𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂

+ 𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔 can i request misc. smut prompts 1 and 48 w zaddy phil wenneck

i bet you think about me

phil wenneck x fem!reader

summary: 0.6k

You’d been able to avoid thinking about it, at first. The stickiness against your thighs. The ache between your legs that magnified when you’d shoved a pillow between your knees. The sweat that had started to build on your forehead, the heat licking at the back of your neck.

or the one where phil leads you into a self-fulfilling prophecy

warnings: smut, fingering, f!masturbation, accidental exhibitionism, pwp

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God, you hate him. You hate him, the cocky little shit. With his stupid hair, and his button downs, and his devastatingly blue eyes. With his infuriating belief that he can have any girl he wants the second he steps into any room. Which, honestly, with the track record you’ve seen, he probably could.

It was so stupid, so annoyingly stupid, it made your head spin.

I bet you think about me when you touch yourself.

His breath had been hot against your spine. So hot it sent goosebumps to spread in its wake, crawling down your vertebrae with each flick of his tongue. There hadn’t been nearly enough liquor in your system at that point in the night. Barely even a drink in, Phil had you stumbling to keep steady against the bar.

Yeah? What makes you think that? You’d asked. Your knees had nearly given out at the thought.

A pretty thing like you? He’d scoffed. Scoffed! The audacity.

You’d known him since you were eight. A year and a half older than you, two whole grades ahead that had, at the time, felt like decades of time separating you. Still, even with the school girl crush you’d harbored for most of your childhood, you’d never thought of him that way. He’d always been just that. A crush.

Now, though.

Now, things were different. Now, you were a hot-shot junior partner at your law firm in your own apartment living, on your own dime, with your fingers shoved down your shorts and your old grade school crush sleeping one thin wall away in your living room.

The uber back to your place had been civil. A seat apart, knees knocking together with your legs facing the door–as Phil left his open in a way that had your mouth watering–and your fingers twiddling in your lap. Your adrenaline had kept you sober despite the four tequila shots you’d taken and the cosmopolitan you’d been sipping on for the three hours you’d been forced to stay at the bar.

Of course, with Phil’s inability to leave a bar even just tipsy, you’d dragged him back to your apartment before he could make a fool of himself. You’d seen the Vegas photos.

After fixing him a glass of water for the morning and setting out the advil, you’d shuffled into your bedroom for what you were already aware was going to be a sleepless night. And, boy, what a sleepless night it’d been.

You were suffering and in pain and absolutely losing your mind and

I bet you think about me when you touch yourself.

It’s a slow drive down, one you fail to register, at first, but the second your fingers hit your clit you feel sparks ignite in your skull. It’s an immediate effect. One that leaves you reeling as you flip onto your back.

“Phil,” you whimper, teeth plunging into your bottom lip in an effort to keep the next cry of his name at bay. Your middle finger slides down to collect the obscene amount of arousal dripping out of you, dragging it back up to circle the bundle of nerves. You can’t help but think how much better Phil’s fingers must feel. The stretch of his thick digits pushing in.

“Oh my god,” you groan, jaw falling open as your eyes screw shut.

“You’re adorable,” you hear him chuckle from the doorway. “I wonder what people would say if they knew you were such a little slut for me?”

The reaction you have is embarrassing. Or, it would be embarrassing. Could be embarrassing, if not for Phil’s eagerness to finish you off himself.

#r's 2.5k #phil wenneck #phil wenneck x reader #the hanger #bradley cooper #bradley cooper x reader

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soov · 4 months

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LOVE iN TV WORLD 𝄢 O8. oh... yikes

⚠ : cursing, profanity, kissing, pet names, mentions of food — 848 words.

After being chosen to carry on the legacy of his members and company colleagues, Lee Heeseung finds himself having a wonderful time hosting Music Bank every Friday. What he did not expect was falling in love with his rookie MC partner.

꒰ 📺 ꒱

Monotonously jiggling some coins in your hands, you made your way to the vending machine in Starship Entertainment’s café.

Sheon had never asked for any kind of tea after a few years of living with your group.

There were countless times where she complained about the sight of mugs of tea being prepared at your dorms. That, and the smell of it, the way it was “just hot juice”, and the iced version “just infused water, but tasteless”.

You were overly suspicious of her asking you to buy a can of Lipton. If it was for a staff member or a member of Kazino, she would’ve told you. She never shuts up, anyways.

Inserting the coins into the machine, you pressed the number 17, waiting for the can to fall. Inevitably, you thought of Heeseung when he bought you a Pepsi. you were seriously going crazy without him, and the fact that he didn’t reply to any of your texts, drove you even more mad.

You wanted more of the jokes he most likely stole from his members, him calling you his flower, begging for you to stay longer at the SBS building with him, only because you couldn’t hang out anywhere else, and his hugs. God, you really missed his hugs. You missed Heeseung badly.

It was like you could hear his voice calling out your name — delusion was getting to you.

But why did it sound so real?

“Flower!” Heeseung shouted, snapping you out of your trance as he sprinted towards you. There wasn’t time to question how he was at Starship when his arms coiled around your lower back and twirled you around, one of his melodic chuckles coming out.

As he tightened his grip on your body, you let out a gasp, wrapping your own arms around his neck and burying your face there. He smelled like caramel and vanilla, a different scent from his usual flowery fragrance, though it didn’t stop from being comforting. You felt safe in his hold.

You smiled, landing a kiss on his ear, “I missed you.” Your words weren’t needed, because he knew you did. It felt like everything had already gone back to normal.

“I missed you way more,” the singer countered, carefully putting you down and kissing your forehead, a hand steadying your head by the nape.

“Liar.” You frowned in a joking manner, feigning anger, but he saw the twinkle in your irises, showing that you had already forgiven him. Heeseung adored your eyes, and even more, staring at them. “You didn’t reply to any of my messages, Seung.”

He was a sucker for when you called him by the nickname you made for him, and how your voice curled around it. He loved your voice just as much as your eyes. Sighing, he apologized, “I’m so sorry. I was so busy with the interviews, then I had to do two Weverse lives, and jet lag hit me like a truck, and I barely got slee–”

The words once leaving his mouth were stuffed back in when you pecked his cheek to calm him down, “Seung, it's okay. I’m just glad you’re not mad at me or anything like that.”

In sequence, Heeseung felt his face flush, heart beating erratically and trying to match his breath, “Okay…” he nodded, his lovesick gaze skimming across your features. “I could never be mad at you, baby.”

Your brain went all fuzzy with the pet name, nearly stopping working. Usually, he called you ‘baby’ on text, but now, he confidently let those words out, and it had an instant effect on you.

“You can’t be mad at me.” You repeated, not sure as to why you were mirroring his sentences.

He nodded, “Couldn’t ever be mad at you.” And without even registering it, he gently tilted your face towards his and sealed his lips to yours, briefly kissing you.

Freezing in place, your eyes widened. The purple-haired boy then pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, and you only realized it when he spoke up. “I really, really missed you.”

When you regained composure, it was your time to take the lead, and your palms quickly made their way to Heeseung’s rosy cheeks, kissing him. You could taste the chapstick that you once gifted him on his lips, one that he always used during plane trips.

It was hard to think of anything when you were trying to figure out how to kiss well, but an intrusive thought came up. You finally lived up to your private account user, and that snatched a giggle out of you.

Lee disconnected your mouths and smiled, eyebrows sewn together in confusion, “What’s so funny?”

His question only made you laugh harder, and your head and hands fell to his shoulders, “Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

So he didn’t, hugging you tight in front of the vending machine as you kept shaking with laughter in his arms.

Neither of you noticed how Sheon was bemusedly staring at you from afar with her phone in hands and your messages open.

“Oh. So the plan worked… Yikes.”

REWiND ⋆ EPiSODES ⋆ SKiP

MiC ON 𑑑 SHEON AND SUNOO SAVIORS OF THE WORLD!!!!!!

GENRE friends / coworkers to lovers, fluff, smau | PAiRiNG lee heeseung & f!reader

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stardusted-bookworm · 9 months

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The Experiment

CW(ish): Pet names used as benign manipulation.

Essek squinted down at the piece of parchment on the table. The equations were starting to swim in front of his eyes, becoming both coherent and indecipherable. Essek was willing to admit, though it irked him to do so, that perhaps he had spent much too long concentrating on this specific Aeorian text. What he was not willing to do, however, was admit defeat.

“Caleb, love, would you come look at this a moment?” He figured he should take a break soon or suffer the consequences of eye strain at a young age. His eyes lifted to the ceiling of the Tower, attempting to stave off a mild headache. Curse this body that required care to keep it alive. What he wouldn’t give to be able to study this ancient magic forever.

It had been silent for a rather long time. Which was odd considering where he’d last seen the amber-haired wizard. When he didn't hear any movement whatsoever from his partner, Essek peeled his eyes from the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed and more than a little concerned.

Caleb Widogast was, in fact, exactly in the same spot Essek had left him: sitting on the armchair diagonally to his right. However, instead of the contemplating expression Essek had expected to be focused on Caleb’s own set of Aeorian artifacts, the Zemnian’s eyes all but shimmered as they locked with his own. An immeasurable expression had filled Caleb’s face. An expression so full of emotion, Essek felt his ears begin to heat up.

“What did you just say?” Caleb asked. He moved to the edge of his seat, eyes imploring.

Essek blinked, feeling uncharacteristically nervous under his partner’s stare. “I-I was just wondering if-if you’d be willing to look over this page. A fresh set of eyes may help me uncover these ancient mysteries faster.”

There was a flash of disappointment in Caleb’s eyes, gone before Essek fully registered it was there. And still, the amber-haired wizard slid onto the couch next to the dunamancer, looking at the pages over his shoulder.

Essek tried to keep his focus as Caleb began pointing out connections he had missed before, but the warmth of Caleb’s body in addition to the brief sadness he’d witnessed on the other’s face made concentration very difficult. What had he said that had disappointed the transmutation specialist?

Or, Essek wondered, what hadn’t he said?

The dunamantic prodigy analyzed every second of their most recent conversation, working backwards to find the very instance that had triggered the disappointment. Everything he’d said had been in line with how most of their conversations had progressed in the long weeks they’d been exploring Aeor. Everything, he supposed, except for… Oh!

Essek grinned slightly, a plan forming in his mind. An experiment, if you will.

He waited patiently for the perfect moment, a predator stalking its prey, and was rewarded quickly as Caleb turned to him, checking to see if he understood.

“Thank you, love.” Essek said and kissed Caleb’s cheek. “I think I’ll turn in for the night. Let’s pick up here in the morning, hm?”

Caleb’s skin was slowly turning an adorable shade of red when Essek stood up, smirked to himself, and headed up to his room in the Tower. Oh, yes, Essek thought. This will be a most delightful experiment.

. . .

It was several days before Essek decided to conduct the next trial of his experiment. Long enough that Caleb should not catch on to what he was doing. For if Caleb found out too early, it may ruin the experiment, provide him with insufficient results, and, if Essek was being honest with himself, take all the fun out of it.

The two wizards were spending quality time in Caleb’s Rexxentrum home on a lovely spring evening. Of course, one wouldn’t know how lovely it was outside since the house was shaded to provide protection from the sun. A gift that proved there was space carved out for Essek forever, should he want it. And maybe… maybe… Essek was finally ready to accept the silent question.

But first, the Experiment.

“It’s quite beautiful outside,” Essek commented, lazily flipping a page.

Caleb hummed in response, eyes never leaving his novel.

The wizards sat in armchairs across from each other, tea cold and forgotten on the table between them. It was so easy to forget about simple beverages when enraptured in a book. At this point, Essek didn’t even know why they bothered making tea anymore.

“I was thinking that perhaps we should take some time to enjoy the sun.” Essek’s tone remained nonchalant, even as he fought back a smile.

Caleb’s head finally rose from his reading, brows scrunched in confusion. “I thought the sun caused you immense discomfort, Schatzi.”

Essek hummed. “Yes, it does.”

“Why would you want to willingly put yourself through pain?”

The drow shrugged. “I’ve heard it best to step out of one’s comfort zone every so often. And…” Essek looked up, an amused grin on his face. “I fear if you stay inside with me any longer, you may simply become a ghost due to a vitamin D deficiency.”

Caleb chuckled a bit at that. “I suppose you are right. But I would rather you not be in pain.”

“Not to worry.” Essek flicked his fingers and opened a pocket dimension. Reaching in, he pulled out the black parasol Jester had drawn for him most recently. “I’ve come prepared! Won’t you join me in the garden on this lovely afternoon, darling?”

Because he was watching for it (for the Experiment of course), Essek saw the moment Caleb’s face flushed red, the color spreading all the way to his ears. His eyes became momentarily unfocused, dilating, and his mouth parted ever so slightly.

Interesting, interesting.

Essek noted these observations down in his mental journal. Two of his three trials have concluded with the same result. He was well on his way to proving his hypothesis correct.

He mentally patted himself on the back even as his face was the picture of innocence.

“Caleb, are you quite all right?” Essek walked over to the other wizard and placed his hand on his companion’s forehead. “Are you coming down with something?”

Caleb coughed. “N-no. No, no. I am quite well. Here, let me set up for us. I won’t be a moment!”

Without another word, the Zemnian quickly rose from his seat and headed to the garden, seemingly attempting to put space between him and Essek. It made the elf chuckle. He could get used to this kind of treatment.

With that thought, Essek picked up his enchanted parasol and casually strolled to meet up with Caleb in the garden.

. . .

In an unfortunate series of events—namely almost getting caught by the Aurora Watch and the concerning business with the Apogee Solstice—the Experiment was all but forgotten about and laid on the backburner. It was hard to imagine being mischievous when one was running and/or fighting for their lives.

It wasn’t until Essek—pent up and frustrated from constantly looking over his shoulder and the cat now walking all over his papers with inky paws—snapped, “Caleb, my beloved, could you please get the cats out of this room for the next ten minutes?” that he even remembered it existed.

Unfortunately, the way he remembered was less than ideal.

A hand snaked around Essek’s waist from behind, and a low voice whispered in his ear, “Of course, darling. Your wish is my command.”

Essek’s face heat up so fast, it practically broke the sound barrier. His ears twitched as he stared agape at the man currently shooing Johanna off the counter.

“I-I— Caleb?”

Words were, embarrassingly, not functioning for him right now.

Caleb simply turned back to look at Essek with an evil grin. “You left your notes here last time you stayed over. All of your notes.”

Essek’s brain was still misfiring. He could not comprehend the hidden meanings in Caleb’s words.

Strolling casually toward him, Caleb continued, “I found a rather interesting set of notes entitled ‘The Experiment’.” He stopped a hand’s breadth away from Essek and tilted his face toward the drow. “You wouldn’t happen to know what that’s about, would you?”

Oh… fuck…

Essek had completely forgotten that he had written down his findings from his experiment. It had been habit, considering he does it with every arcane experiment he’d ever conducted. Why wouldn’t he do it with the singular non-arcane experiment?

“I-I-”

Essek cast Teleport, trying his absolute damndest to get out of this situation. Caleb was never supposed to find out! This is almost literally the worst case scenario. Where did all your confidence go, Thelyss? he asked himself. You were so smug when you knew there was little chance of him finding out!

Oh, well. He supposed he could hide out in Nicodranas for a few days. He was positive Jester would enjoy the company. Fjord would probably protest a little, but he would eventually give in. It would just take a little convincing on Essek’s part. That’s all.

Essek could practically taste the scent of the ocean when magic slammed into his face at point-blank range, his Teleport effectively Counterspelled.

Vith.

“You can’t get away from this conversation so easily, my friend.” Caleb was still smirking down at Essek. “I am not mad, Schatzi. If that’s what you were worried about. I am more amused.”

Essek had covered his face at this point, unwilling to look Caleb in the eye. So, Caleb did the only logical thing. He removed Essek’s hands and kissed the drow’s forehead.

Pulling back, the human said, “We have been married for months, Essek. You don’t need to be so shy about liking to ‘see me flustered’ I believe were your notes. It is cute though.”

Essek gently slammed his head into Caleb’s chest. He was never going to live this down, was he? Oh well. Might as well embrace it.

He lifted his head, hand coming up to curl around the back of Caleb’s neck. Stretching up onto his toes, he whispered in the Zemnian’s ear, “Well then, darling. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind doing the dishes today. Isn’t that right, my dearest love? You would do anything for me right now?”

Caleb cleared his throat, more times than was probably necessary. “Yup. Yes. I will get right on that.”

The transmutation specialist promptly turned around and began doing what he was asked.

Essek allowed a small grin. Oh, this would be fun.

#critical role #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #the wizards being wizards #essek is so silly #i love him so much #excuse the ooc actions #the brain rot consumed me #my writing #ace writes

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simpysheep · 1 year

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When You're Feeling Anxious: Mammon

I've personally struggled with anxiety for a long time now, and I headcanon that Mammon would be an incredible partner to an MC whose mind gets plagued by worry and self-doubt. You got this, MC. You're the greatest treasure of 'em all!

Contains: anxiety, comfort, fluff

Your first man is the first to notice - partly because he's so incredibly in tune with your emotions and general well-being, and partly because he spends so much time with you that the probability of him witnessing things first is generally high.

Yandere mode is off. When his family needs him, Mammon's control and composure rivals that of the first-born. My man will always step up to the plate to carry his team.

He isn't awkward when he comforts you. He's confident. He's taking charge. He's reading your every signal and reaction, and instantaneously computing the next step to bring you closer to healing.

Despite his sin, a shopping spree isn't his go-to method of comforting you, and he'll only be funny if that's what he knows you need.

Speaking of needs - if it's silence and physical comfort you desire, you're on your bed wrapped in his arms in a flash. Doesn't matter if you were in the kitchen, on the town, or at RAD before - you can't quite register how quickly it happened, but suddenly you're in your safe place, far away from any potential stressors or triggers that could anguish you further.

Need a cry? He's pulling you into him, jacket be damned. Who cares if it gets dirty? His greatest treasure needs him. He'll buy another one later... but he'll still keep this one too.

If you want to talk, or scream, or both, he's here to listen. If you need to just vent, he'll stand quietly as you let it out. If you need verbal reassurance, he's completely engaged with questions, confirmations, and exclamations that make you feel like your emotions and thoughts are reasonable, understandable, and supported.

This man is just so, so good at comforting you. I think it's because he genuinely believes you're the most beautiful, wonderful, adorable, amazing person in all three realms. His confidence in you is strangely (and wonderfully) infectious; remember, yandere mode is out the door, so you get to hear Mam's million-and-one reasons why you're incredible enough to overcome whatever worries your mind is assaulted by.

Mammon will do whatever, and I truly mean what in the Devildom ever, it takes to bring back your smile.

Every anxious MC deserves a Mammon to hold them close and assuage their fears.

#Mammon comfort is the bestest comfort #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon x mc

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betbeton · 2 years

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✃ ❛ What did you call me? ❜

Various × Reader

Note - Terrible attempt at humour

· GN Reader ·

· Not Beta'd ·

· A/N - y/n waking up and choosing violence ·

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Sugawara Koushi

He had to do a double take

The second those words left your lips a mischievous grin spread across his lips

Setting down the paper he had been grading he turned around fully to tease you right back

"Did you just call me baby girl? I am so going to tell Daichi!"

As he stood up from his chair to race over to his phone to text his friend you dove to grab at him. Your plan to tease and rile him up backfiring as he swerved out of your grasp running to your shared bedroom cackling as he messaged Daichi. Dramatically smacking the bedroom door as it closed right in your face you whined at your partner.

"You rat bastard!"

Oh to be two gremlins in love. Suga was already plotting a way to get back at you for that cute little stunt.

.・゜゜・　.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.　・゜゜・．

⪧ Sakusa Kiyoomi

Some days he just wonders if he should set you in a corner like a naughty toddler

Or maybe spritz you with a spray bottle

You age him fifty years just by talking sometimes . . . but he loves you so it's fine . . . occasinally

Tired eyes blinking slowly a frown settled onto his face, dark irises glazing over with the sheer exhaustion you could force into his very being. A large hand came to rub at his face before he tugged up the hood of his jacket and tugged on the strings closing it in around his face. A chuckle bubble up from within your chest as you repeated the new nickname yet again.

"Ya good baby girl?"

One eye peeking out from the cinched hole he fixed a glare at you before repsonding.

"Just peachy."

.・゜゜・　.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.　・゜゜・．

⪧ Kozume Kenma

He was just minding his own business and then this -!

Poor man almost dropped his switch on his face with how quickly he whipped onto his side to glare at you.

a cute little scrunched up stink face glare

The silence was almost suffocating as you stood hands on your hips and a shit eating grin plastered onto that pretty face. Thoroughly enjoying the adorable little scrunched up look of disgust marring the visage of your partner. It took immense willpower for Kenma not to take the pillow he was resting against and launch it at your head. Grumbling he rolled over to face away from you eyes fixating in the small screen between his hands once more, though his eyebrows were still knitted in irritation.

Gawking you crossed your arms with a huff, cheeks puffed out as your eyes squinted at him glaring daggers at his back. How dare he give you the stink eye and not feed into your joke . . . well it is Kenma you should have expected this really. Still that didn't stop you from calling out to him once more.

"Hey baby gir-"

The moment he registered you repeating that almost cursed phrase he grabbed the pillow behind his head and launched it at your face.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #hq hcs #sugawara x reader #sakusa x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #Kenma x reader #kozume kenma x reader

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makingshortstorieslong · 2 months

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I just finished episode 9 of Konya Sukiyaki Dayo

!!!!!!!!!

I would be happy enough if it ended here - I can't believe I get 3 more episodes! Looking forward to seeing what's next.

I really love when they mix up the end credits to get the boys in there. Shinta I have loved from the beginning; Yuki had to grow on me but now I adore him.

I like this living in the same apartment building deal... I do imagine a 3 bedroom apt/house scenario and wonder how that would work out. After seeing how Aiko sleeps (lol) I want her and Yuki to please please get a bigger bed (I recently shared a like king sized bed in a hotel with a friend and omg ??? There's so much space we may as well have been in separate beds) (not sure you can find apartments in Japan with room for that though idk) in one room but also still have separate rooms like they talked about. And of course I want Tomoko and Aiko to keep living together. What I'm curious about is how Tomoko and Yuki would feel about living together... would that work out or would everyone dislike it? The current arrangement seems good, I just wonder.

it's a shame hyphenating their surnames doesn't seem to be an option. I mean ideally they could get married with no one changing their name but if the rule is registered families must share a name it seems like Ota-Seguira could be an option. But I guess that just isn't done. But I also wondered if they can't legally change their name and then keep using their old surname professionally and personally. But anyway pulling out rock paper scissors at the family dinner was fucking iconic. Seguira-soon-to-be-Ota Yuki you are a legend. He really said "if the Seguira family traditions are going to make Aiko unhappy then we will simply not be the Seguira family" and I respect him for it greatly. (also I feel like I'm spelling that surname wrong am I missing a vowel or inserting an extra one? Idk)

also I hope one of these remaining 3 episodes gives some more room for Shinta. He's a star.

also also: shoutout to Japanese dramas making up fun new ways to say "queerplatonic partners" / "platonic life partners". Kazoku kazu kakari / Family (Subject to Change) has a deeply special place in my heart to the point that genuinely if I did ever form a partnership I would probably refer to it that way sometimes. But Clownfish-Anemone makes me smile a lot :) yes! Mutualism! Symbiotic partnership!

#Konya sukiyaki Dayo #Spoilers and random thoughts behind the readmore

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ti-bae-rius · 2 years

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Pas De Deux - Part 1: KITTY

Part 1 of my dance partners au, inspired by @teetee-ali-xo's prompt list. If people like it, I'll post part 2 and might make it a fic on Ao3 or smth. Anyway, enjoy!

The minutes tick down and, right on time, he walks in. I watch him do the same thing, twice a week; he comes in, takes off his jacket, opens his locker, shoves some stuff into his bag, taps together the toe boxes of two pointe shoes hung up on the inside of the locker door, closes and locks it, and heads into one of the studios. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

Except today.

Today, he turns to go into the same studio he always does and freezes. I crane my neck to see through the glass panel in the door. A yellow wet floor sign is propped just inside, and they aren’t joking. The whole floor is slick with water and the culprit is obvious. A big metal water pipe running along the ceiling is still dripping into buckets, onto already saturated towels on the floor. The boy stares for a couple more seconds, then heads back to the reception desk. He returns looking mutinous.

“There’s a spare studio upstairs I think,” I tell him. He’s stood there, hands wrapped around the strap of his gym bag, and looks as if he’s debating what to do. I add, “Studio 8.”

“I work in studio 5.”

“Not today you don’t.”

He glares at me and for some reason it makes me grin.

“Sorry,” I say, schooling my features back into something like a neutral expression, and stick a hand out. “Kit.”

He doesn’t take my hand but he sits down on the chair opposite me, pulling his bag onto his lap. “Ty.”

“Studio 5 not to your liking?” I ask and he rolls his eyes.

“It’s fine, I guess. But it’s not my studio.”

“A creature of habit, aren’t you?”

He smiles a little and shrugs. “I guess so.”

“I guess? You do the same thing every day. Every day you open your locker and do the tapping thing with those pointe shoes and-“

“Then so are you,” he interrupts.

“I’m what?”

“A creature of habit.” He’s not looking at me, but I can almost hear the mischief in his eyes from the tone of his voice. “I might do the same thing every day, but you watch every day. So what does that make you?”

My cheeks burn and I turn towards the window to watch Mina. She’s doing some little jump thing and is seriously adorable. Ty follows my line of sight.

“Is that your little sister?”

“Yeah, cute isn’t she? She’s called Mina.”

He peers through the window. “You need to tie her ballet bun properly. It’s coming out.”

“Are you for real?”

He grins. “She’s very cute.”

I roll my eyes. “So what’s your story? Why are you here?”

He looks confused. He’s slouched back in the chair, one leg resting on the other, chin in his hand. “I’m talking to you.”

“Not now,” I laugh. “I mean usually. What are you practising for?”

He glances down at his feet then, and the air between us shifts between one breath and the next. I can feel the tension all of a sudden, the way he’s deciding how much to tell me. He eventually exhales and sits up.

“A recruiter from the college I want to go to is coming to the end of year showcase, and I’m meant to be performing a duo. And I can’t.”

“I haven’t seen you practise with anyone,” I comment. I wonder if he’s going to call me out for paying so much attention to him, but it doesn’t even seem to register.

“Yeah. I haven’t been. I’ve performed with my twin sister, 5 days a week, every week, since we were 4.”

“She quit dance?” I ask.

“She died.”

“Fuck,” I breathe, horrified. “Dude, that…I’m so sorry. You can’t perform a solo?”

“I’ve never danced alone. Besides, getting these scholarships was our dream, mine and Livvy’s. If it’s just me then…it’s not the same dream, is it? It’s not the same plan. I don’t even know if I want this anymore, but I don’t know what else to do.” He scrubs a hand through his hair and sighs. “This studio used to be the only place I didn’t have to think about everything else, all the worries and pressure. Now I can’t even focus long enough to choreograph a solo because all I can think about is how much better she made me, how much better we made each other. Besides, that scholarship is for a duo. There are too many dancers who’ve been perfecting their solo careers for years. I don’t stand a chance.” He rubs a hand across his eyes tiredly, like he’s trying to wipe the exhaustion out of them. Then he looks up and huffs a half-laugh. “Sorry. You probably only asked that to be polite. Sorry.”

“And you can’t find a new partner?” I ask, ignoring the apology. He glances back at me, a fleeting gaze, but I understand what it means: you actually care about this? And, I realise, I do. A lot.

“Not really. Almost everyone here who dances duos has a partner already. And everyone who doesn’t is heading off to do some mainstream degree. They don’t exactly have the time - or inclination - to use those last few months before college learning a dance with the weird guy who doesn’t talk to anyone.”

“I mean, not to call bullshit but you’re talking quite a lot to me,” I point out, and he laughs. Properly laughs. It drives into my chest, right between my ribs, like a needle, pumping me full of…something like affection.

“Sorry about that. You’re kind of the first person I’ve said any of this to. But you probably want to watch your sister,” he trails off, and stands up, looking embarrassed to have unloaded all of this on me. I catch the strap of his gym bag and pull him back into his chair.

“You could teach me.”

His eyebrows furrow, confused. “What?”

“You could teach me the duo and I could stand in until you find someone who can actually dance to take my spot.”

“Have you ever danced?”

“I play a lot of DDR,” I offer. “Look, I’m here twice a week but I don’t do anything and my parents think I’m some freaky loner who’s doing to end up living in their basement forever. I’m meant to be finding a college course but this is a perfect excuse to procrastinate. As long as my parents think I’m helping someone, being productive, they’ll get off my case. So what do you say?”

He chews his lip, and for a stomach-dropping minute, I think he’s going to laugh in my face. Or worse, be insulted. Maybe he should be, some random nobody who can’t dance offering to help, to take over from his twin. His dead fucking twin. Oh my god I’m an idiot. I open my mouth to say I’m joking, that obviously I was just messing around, but he smiles and the words die on my lips.

“Okay.”

“Really?” I ask, and I’m surprised by the excitement in my voice. I guess I didn’t know how much I wanted this until, for a moment, it seemed like an impossibility.

“Really. I’d like that. Does your sister have class tomorrow?”

“No,” I say, but continue quickly. “But I can come in anyway?”

“Would you?”

I’m nodding and the genuine earnestness in my eyes is reflected back to me for just an instant as his gaze meets mine.

“Thank you, Kit. Thank you.” He’s getting to his feet, zipping his bag closed. I have to keep him here, just a second longer.

“Wait,” I say as he reaches the door. He turns back. “When Mina next has class, will you show me how to do her hair?”

His smile makes his eyes crinkle, and he nods before heading out into the streets, sliding headphones over his ears, and leaving me to wonder what on earth I just signed up for.

#tda #the dark artifices #ty blackthorn #cassandra clare #tsc #tiberius blackthorn #the shadowhunter chronicles #kit herondale #fanfic #kitty

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