REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! Questions too, ask me anything as long as itās not personal.
For this blog, Iām only accepting YMTHaH requests.
You can request anything but NSFW.
I can TRY and write about the extra characters but I cannot guaranteed Iāll write them well like the main cast.
You can request multiple times, so go wild.
You can correct me if I made a mistake and/or accidentally mischaracterize a character. I will learn from my mistakes, and use the correction to do better in the future.
I canāt think of anything so for now thatās it
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Iāve grown as a person, and Iāve learned how beautiful life can be when youāre patient enough. I never enjoyed my birthdays all that well, but thanks to the people that love my work, my friends, and especially my beautiful girlfriend, I am actually looking forward to living longer. And I was actually excited for this birthday.
This was drawn on todays twitch stream. I stream on twitch every Sunday at 1:00pm EST.
For context of this comic, this is early into MCās memory loss and before YMTHAH (hence why only a little bit of his hair is floating and only bits of his skin are black), and Khol couldnāt quite get a food that suited their ever shifting tastes as they slowly forgot him. That is, until he pieced together the meals he makes everyday from foods MC doesnāt hate. Everyday, he learns to understand.
Warnings: mourning, mentions of your decaying body, death
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Khol
He canāt believe what is even happening. His eyes are watery, and his lips canāt stop wobbling as he carefully cradles your body close to his warm body, hoping that somehow, someway, he can transfer his warmth to you and heat up your cold, stiff body. He held you tighter, and tighter, until he pressed his face close your pulse, and tensed up instantly. No movement, no twitch. Just the inevitable stillness of both your skin and heart. And he just completely loses it. A hiccup escapes his trembling lips, and he hugs you. A bear crushing hug that usually knocks the air out of you. But now, you only lay still.
"Iām so sorry, honey. I am so fucking sorryā¦I couldnāt protect you."
Is all he would mutter. What can he do? Your body is only getting colder by the minute, and no matter how hard he tries, he just canāt warm you up. With tears streaming down his face, he carefully wraps you in his hoodie, and cradles your body while he sits on the ground, his tears spilling over and landing on your stiff cheek. You donāt even flinch. Every time he remembers that you are dead, the tears would come back even stronger, and he would have to bury his face into your neck to muffle his sobs. It hurts so bad, it really, really hurts. He thought about calling someone, reporting your death and having a ceremony for your loss. But he hesitates. He feels as though that if he does, you would disappear and actually leave him.
But suddenly, a dark thought crosses his mind. He would be forced to let you go, to watch as these people handle your body and send you off somewhere where he canāt even see you. With a sniffle, he would slowly get up from the ground, cradle you close, and start walking to his home. To their home. Heās not ready to let you go.
Now, whenever he comes back home, he would venture down to the basement, and smile softly as he sees your beautiful, decaying body in the corner.
Zeke
He feels numb, cold, broken. Like he was splashed with cold water. All he could do was watch with wide, unblinking eyes as your still body lays there with no sign of life. No sign of the life that he grew to love. Slowly, he kneels down next to you, and reaches down to grasp your stiff fingers, wanting to feel any type of warmth or twitch from you. But he feels nothing. You donāt move, you donāt flinch, you donāt even breathe. And that hits him hard. His breathing starts to grow heavy, and he can feel his heart racing uncontrollably as he leans down more to cup the back of your head and slowly lift it up, making your upper body sit and give him a easier time to check for the most important thing.
Your heartbeat.
Slowly, he leans his head down and presses his ear against your chest, right where your heart should be. He waits, he stills, and he slows his breathing. He even closes his eyes to hear the sound that he always loved about you.
But there was nothing. It was only the sound of the quiet that invaded his mind. Youāre gone.
He eventually lifts his head up, and very carefully brings your body closer to his, using his body to shield you from the blinding light of the street lamp, and then wraps his arms around you protectively. He is speechless, he doesnāt really know what to say. After all, experiencing the love of your life dying is hard to put into words. So instead, all he could do is hug you tighter, and mutter out something simple, yet impactful.
"Wait for me. Iām sorry."
You were the only thing that kept him going, the only one who made him see life in a more brighter tone. You were everything to him, you were his shining light. And with you gone, the light has evaporated, and he is plunged into darkness once more. After everything else happens, he will only just stare at your grave with deep, hollow eyes, a bouquet of flowers clutched in one hand, and the other bawled into a fist, like he was clutching onto the last bit of hope that somehow, he could bring you back to life, bring you back into his arms. But for now, he will just stand there, basking in the silence and despair as he dips his head, and silently cries to a piece of stone that is supposed to represent you.
Phoebe
Despair doesnāt even come close to what she is feeling. It feels like somebody ripped out her heart and crushed it right in front of her. And in this case, it could have been that. Sheās not walking, sheās running. Full on sprinting to catch up to your still body, until finally, she drops to her knees and grabs your shoulders tightly. Sheās shaking you, demanding that you wake up, to look at her one more time before you go to the other side. But you donāt move, not even an inch. The more time passes, the more she feels as though she canāt breathe. With a loud hiccup, she cups your face with both hands, her fingers trembling violently as she tries making you look at her with those closed eyelids of yours.
"Come on, baby, come on! Just a little, just a tiny bitā¦!"
She sobs. But of course, her words only go from ear to the other. You continue to lay there, in her arms, body completely still and quiet. And that breaks her. She can feel her heart actually shatter into pieces, and she canāt stop the ugly noise escaping her throat. A deep, agonizing sob that wrecks her body. She presses her forehead tightly against yours, and sobs her broken heart out, her sparkling ginger hair falling over her face and covering her expression to the outside world and yours, creating this small cocoon that felt safe, yet suffocating. For the past ten minutes, up until the authorities arrived, there was only the sound of her mutters. Softly telling you to wake up, to look at her, to at least say her name one more time before you go away.
It was pitiful, it was upsetting, it was emotional.
On the day of your funeral, she was a hollow shell of herself. She couldnāt possibly move on from life if you werenāt there with her. If you werenāt there next to her. But after some time, she eventually gets better. Not fully, but the pain is more dull. She can feel it, it just feels very distant. And now, when she visits you almost every day, she is smiling and telling you about everything that happened in her life. But before she leaves, she never fails to start tearing up, and shakily apologize for not protecting you better.
And she hopes to see you soon.
A/N: Thank you so much for 100 followers! Love every single one of you, mwah.
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Can you write a Khol (or Zeke & Phoebe) x reader where reader is an artist and sees Khol as their muse like he literally inspires the reader to draw more and they also make small doodles of Khol almost everyday(also luv your work(^Š·^)-āļ¼
Your Muse
Khol x Reader
YMTHaH
one shot
No Warnings
Fluff
A/N: this is for my twin who has been away for almost 9 days š
Drawing Khol is fun in your eyes. Sometimes when he makes silly expressions, you canāt help but doodle them in your sketchbook, and draw it around your paper until thereās barely any space, and Khol doesnāt really notice. At first. He would see you drawing something, but he could never tell what. When he asked, you just dodged his question. At first, he didnāt really mind. Itās cute seeing you be so focused on your own things. It gives him an excuse to admire you. But lately, his curiosity was getting the better of him. After all, sometimes when you draw, you get so into it that you don't realize he is talking to you till you see his hand waving at your direction, making you snap back to reality and quickly apologize. So naturally, when you did it again for the third time, he leaned over to your side and rested his cheek on top of your head, making you pause and look at him confusingly. "What are you doing exactly?" He asked carefully, his tone low and attentive, while his black hair fell over his shoulder and the ends of it poking your cheek, making you squint or twitch. "You get so distracted drawing, I feel like you could date the sketchbook and leave me."
He always was the type to be overly dramatic, but you loved that about him.
"It's not that," You smiled and placed your sketchbook on your lap. "I just get really into it, I don't realize it sometimes." Khol just hummed and pulled his head away for just a few seconds, before he was suddenly all up on your personal space once again. "Can I see?" He smiled brightly at your direction, his eyes crinkling and his teeth flashing under the light. The request wasn't necesseraily a bad one, it just caught you off guard, and by instinct, you held your sketchbook closer to your chest and looked away from his bright face, like just looking at it would immedietaly blind you. But even then, you can feel his brighten gaze glued to you, and you knew there was no point in talking your way out of this. So with a sigh through your nose, you slowly lowered the sketchbook and handed it to him, your eyes side glancing at him while your fingers gripped the edge of the book, making sure it doesnāt slip from your hands. Before he looked at it, you quickly told him that the drawing isnāt done, and that it was merely a sketch. But he just waved you off.
With a mischievous giggle, he held your sketchbook carefully, and finally looked at the paper with curiosity. As soon as he saw himself on the blank paper, he paused and actually took it all in. It was a sketch of him sitting on the couch, with his hair pushed behind his ear, and his smile warm as the sun. It looked good. Really fucking good. And he was ecstatic. With a loud gasp, he looked at you and wrapped you in the tightest hug imaginable, knocking the air out of you. "Woah, Kholā"
"I look so amazing! Itās like you are bringing me to life. It worked, by the way." He exclaims while pampering your head and face with kisses.
His reaction is cute and pure. He just canāt help but fanboy over your artstyle, pointing out the details that you had added, while fanboying again about the fact that you got his hair right. Or rather, you made his hair more perfect than it already is. You captured his beauty well, he would say. The compliments are so overwhelming that by the end of it, you are blushing and stammering out thank yous and apologies for not getting some details right. When his excitement dies down, he looks at you with a knowing smirk, and playfully starts tugging at his collar while giving you a glance, making you arch your brow in confusion. "Man, it sure is getting hot. I might have to get naked just to cool down. It would be a shame if I just coincidentally became your muse at that momentā¦" he coos and winks, making you crack a smile and laugh.
Yes, he is excited about the fact that he could possibly become your muse. He knows he looks good, and besides, itāll help you get more practice and such.
hi! I saw that you wrote a fic for the game you make this house a home, but itās not on the fandom list in the rules. I was wondering if you were accepting requests from it š„¹
Hello~
I do write for YMTHAH and accept requests for it, but not on this blog. I had decided to make a different blog specifically for that fandom because of how much I love it, and because I want the developer to enjoy my content as well.
The account is @2angeld !
You can request there, and my rules are already listed there.
Khol, who only wanted what was best for you. Flowers every day, cooking your favorite meals, and even buying you things that you need or wanted. You didn't even need to beg. He can never say no to you.
Khol, who still blushes and giggles whenever you kiss him anywhere. Especially at the tips of his hair. God, he loves that so much, it's crazy.
Khol, who would find any excuse to hold your hand just because he missed the feel of your hand. You both could be home, and he reaches out to you, saying that he wants to check something, when in reality, he wants to stare at the shape of your fingers, your flat palm, and how small or big they are.
Khol, who stutters and bashfully looks away when you catch him staring, but doesn't apologize. Instead, he looks at you again and smiles wider. He is so in love with you, it's not even funny.
Khol, who remembers every little detail about you, even if you mention it once. You could say that you hated a specific store, and he'll do everything he can to avoid that place and even talk shit about it like it personally offended him. Bonus points if he never even stepped foot inside the place.
Khol, who despite everything that he did to you, still feels guilty. He did it for your own good, but a part of him is just drowning in guilt, knowing that he's the reason why you are like this, why you are so hesitant and scared of him.
Khol, who stares at your closed bedroom door with wide, unblinking eyes, remembering the times when you were healthier and happier, who used to look at him with the brightest smile and greet him. And now, he has to walk in and see your hazed and confused look.
Khol, who got used to it and even embraced it, learning that this was the price for happiness, the price of finally being with you. Even if you can't remember him well.
I just wanted to know how you write, like what is your process. Do you do point forms first or just one shot write everything in one sitting?
My friends are trying to get me to write since they say that i would be good at it, but im not exactly sure how to start...
Sorry if its too personal, and remember to drink water and take breaks :))
This is the first time Iāve gotten a question like this, so forgive me for any mistakes. Now, the way that I write is that I tend to sit there and try to put my ideas down first. Because if I donāt, Iāll end up forgetting and it makes me lose the motivation to write anything else. Kinda like little bullet points. For example,
Character is sassy
They want (example of smut) for character
Character and Reader are at this location
And then you kinda roll with that. I like doing it this way because it gives me more room to be creative and think of stuff of my own on the spot. Either that, or you can listen to music/audios and have it playing in the background. It ALWAYS helped for me. I start with a draft first, proof read it, and then add any other details I forgot to put. Donāt immediately start fixing your mistakes, you can always fix them later.
My advice, donāt rush into creativity! If you do, youāll get burned out so quick and not finish whatever you are doing, and it really sucks. The whole point of writing is that you are doing it for fun and because you want to, not because itās a mandatory thing.
I suggest that you start rather small, something simple that is easy to write and easy for people to understand. Like a simple one shot, or headcanons, or even something likeā
"Character, who did this and that."
"Character, who would love this."
And then when you feel that you got the hang of it, push yourself into writing more, and then eventually, youāll get the hang of it! Writing takes time and effort, and sometimes, it can make you lose motivation fast, but remember that you donāt have to work on it immediately. Take your time, think, and have fun.
Of course, people do things differently, and thatās okay. Just do the method that you think itās more comfortable.
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I didnāt think that I needed to write about this, but Iām saying this in the nicest way possible. If you are going to request anything, please make sure itās actually lore accurate to the game you are requesting, unless itās a headcanon or an alternative universe. If you are telling me something that isnāt even possible to said character, it makes it extremely difficult for me to write it down, therefore, takes longer for me to even do it, or not do it at all.
Like no, you will not propose to the same man that is drugging you and keeping you at his house. I can do it when they were normal and happy, but not when they are at their lowest. (Yes, this is a reference to Khol.)
I know that you guys love my writing style and how I do things, but I canāt make miracles.
Another thing, if you are going to request something super specific, please make it more sense and longer. I literally cannot do anything when someone says āOh can you write how (character) feels when you bite them!ā
Genuinely what am I supposed to do with that? Iām just a fan fic writer, Iām not the developer of the said games that you want. If you are curious with those questions or asks, just ask them, not me.
That is all, thank you for supporting me till now.
Helloooo! I saw this one cute couple trend on tiktok called 'seeing if he knows my height' where one of them have to close their eyes and know their height ^^
and I was wondering if you could do it with the YMTHaH trio except it's the mc that has to know their height š
(I'm not really good at explaining so I have put on a link so you can know what I meant :D)
Guess Their Height
Khol, Zeke, and Phoebe x Reader
YMTHaH
Fluff
No Warnings
Very Short
A/N: this request is actually super super cute hehe but this one was a little rushed and short but take this while I work on the other ones gulp
Khol (Height: 6'2)
This man is tall, and if you were short to begin with, you might need a stool or something. You discovered the trend on your for you page, and wanting to try this out, you called Khol over and showed him the adorable little trend. Happy to do anything for you, he agreed. A part of him was eager to get a kiss from you, but another half of him was wondering how funny it would look to see you try to reach his height. he watched as you set your camera up and clicked record, and the challenge began. It was simple. You both have to close your eyes, and one of them has to guess where their lips are, basically guessing their height. Khol smiled to himself, and slowly closed his eyes as he felt your hands hold onto his arms. Now, if you were like an entire foot shorter than him, it will be very difficult. If anything, you will most likely just reach his chin. So as hard as you could, you tried standing on your tippy toes, and puckered your lips as you craned your neck up to reach his soft lips.
You will fail miserably. Khol has to hold back a laugh as he felt you repeatedly kiss his chin, or the very corner of his bottom lip.
If you were an average height, it won't be too difficult. If anything, the only mistakes you'll do is kiss his bottom lip or the corner of his mouth, making Khol swoon and giggle.
But, if you were tall, congratulations, you might do it. If you get it right the first time, Khol can't help but return the kiss eagerly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he grinned down at you and giggle.
Then again, he will kiss you despite how tall you are.
Overall, Khol would be more than happy to earn a kiss from you. Even if you never asked, he most likely would have found the trend and practically begged you to do it with him because he's simply "dying" to kiss you. Don't worry, he doesn't care how tall you are. In his eyes, you are perfect, you are his, and you are his lover.
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Zeke (Height: 6'5)
if you thought Khol was tall, look at Zeke. Looking at this trend, you worried for your neck, wondering if you were able to even reach him. But the thought of doing something cute with your boyfriend overpowered your worries, so you went up to him, and very politely asked him if he could do this trend with you. Surprisingly, he said yes. With that tired expression on his face, it was hard tell if he was doing this because he wanted to make you happy, or he actually wanted to kiss you today and is using this opportunity to do it. Could be wishful thinking though. When you set your phone down, you quickly stood in front of him, and craned your neck up to look at him. While his eyes were closed, you did the same as well and stood on your tippy toes, where as much as you could, tried finding his lips. Zeke had to force himself to keep a straight face as you tried, and failed to find his lips.
You kept kissing his chin, accidentally bumped your forehead against his chin, and somehow managed to kiss the corner of his mouth, causing Zeke to let out an amused huff. He wanted to help you, but you insisted that you didnāt need any help. But your neck was starting to hurt, and you had a feeling that Zeke was kinda enjoying this. So you ended up wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level to kiss him. It wasnāt allowed, but Zeke wasnāt complaining.
If you were tall, it could be a little easier. Itās just when you think you found the exact spot of his lips, you end up kissing somewhere else that definitely wasnāt his lips, and it makes you frown. Zeke however, seems to enjoy all of this. He loves you a lot, but itās just a little funny that you canāt figure out where his lips are. In the end, he ends up saving you the trouble by cupping the back of your head and pressing a soft, but firm kiss against your lips, causing you to be a little flustered at the action. Whoās complaining though.
Overall, compared to Khol, Zeke is the most calm and neutral person when you ask him to do cute trends like this. But he will never refuse. He will always say yes and let you drag him to any kind of trend as long as itās not too embarrassing, and seeing that smile on your face makes it all the more worth it.
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Phoebe (Height: 5'10)
When you saw the trend showing up on your for you page more and more, you couldnāt help but admire how cute it is. Seeing these couples laugh and blush whenever they get the height right made your heart jump a little with excitement. And it made you want to do it with your girlfriend, Phoebe. And thatās what you did. When you showed her the trend, she shot you a wide grin and told you that she had seen it too and wanted to try it as well, but couldnāt remember to ask. When you set up your camera and everything, you stood in front of your lover, and watched with a smile as she closed her eyes and waited. For a woman, Phoebe is pretty tall. And if you were short, you will have to put your entire focus on those tippy toes. Holding onto her hands, you puckered your lips and tried finding the exact spot of her lips, hoping that all those times of always looking up at her paid off.
Phoebe makes it very clear that your attempts are funny. So every time you missed her lips by a centimeter, or you barely get it, she lets out a giggle and has to hold back the urge to grab you and kiss you silly because of how cute you are currently. A few times, you managed to do it, but the rest wasnāt as lucky. But to her, itās a victory. As soon as your lips are pressed against hers, she kisses you back with a lot of energy and grins against your lips.
But if you were taller than her, it makes the game more interesting. You have to bend your body a little to reach the height that you think she is, and kiss the spot that you hope was her lips. It proved to be a little difficult. Your lips would wander to the tip of her nose, her upper lip, her cheek, even the corner of her mouth. And throughout the whole thing, Phoebe could feel her face heating up as she is practically pampered with kisses from you.
Overall, sheās overjoyed to do this trend with you. In fact, right after you both finish doing that cute one, Phoebe went on to find more couple trends so that she can do them with you, just smiling the whole time while you both sit together to talk about it. She loves spending time with you, and she can only hope that she has more time so that she can see the laughter bubble out of you. All because of her.
Todays discord stream resulted in a finished comic of Phoebe and her roommates from when they were in college. Very fun.
You all will see them appear in the prequel game I am planning for all the events before YMTHAH that explains each characters life and the people they were close with.
When you revealed to him that you were pregnant, he was genuinely shocked and emotional. He never thought that he could be this lucky with you. And now, another miracle was going to happen. He definitely teared up, but just to save himself from the embarrassment, he didn't want to admit it. If you thought that he was spoiling you enough when you both were getting together, imagine how he is when you are pregnant with his child. When you couldn't sleep because of the soreness of your lower back and pelvis, you reached for your phone and stared at your husband's contact info. It was really late, like close to midnight, so you weren't sure if he would pick up the phone or not. But you couldn't sleep from all this pain of carrying a big belly with a baby inside, and you needed a distraction. Your husband wasn't in bed with you, and you kind of figured he was probably either working late or running some errands. Still, it wouldn't hurt to try. He always found ways to respond to you, even if he was in a life or death situation. You were about to click on his name when you heard the sound of someone giggling downstairs in your home, making you blink confusingly and stare at your closed bedroom door with wide eyes. You recognize that adorable giggle from anywhere. When did he get home?
Slowly, you climbed out of bed, and held your bump with one hand, while the other opened the door and started to creep down the stairs, trying to minimize the sound of wood creaking under your weight. But because of the added weight, it was impossible. Once you reached the bottom of the stairs, you froze seeing the scene in front of you. It was Khol, who was sitting at the dining table. He noticed your presence almost immediately, and lifted his head up to look at you with a smile. "Hi honey! Why are you still up? You need to have plenty of rest for the baby, you know?"
You were stunned with silence. Why did he sound so chipper in the middle of the night? Confused, and wanting some answers to your question, you walked towards him, puzzlement written on your face. The first thing you noticed was that his soft, black hair was tied in a low ponytail, with his expression showing both confusion and curiosity, and a laptop sitting in front of him. "Khol, what are you doing?" You tilted your head to the side and stared at his computer screen to see what he was doing. But since your eyes had adjusted to the dark, it was difficult to tell from the brightness. He couldn't help but smile wider and turned his laptop screen towards your direction, your eyes now seemingly fixed as you can see what he was looking at. "Just researching something." He said, his giggle coming back.
Then you saw it. He was researching about your pregnancy.
"It's about our baby and the whole pregnancy thing! Likeā oh!" He tilted his head towards the screen and pointed a finger at some line in a website, and read it out loud for you in case you couldn't see it. "Did you know that at week 5, our baby gets a heartbeat? And their major organs are formed! It's so amazing that a woman's body can create an actual human being inside their belly! We are creating life, honey." His expression had softened into something more vulnerable and awestruck, and at the same time, he reached over and held your hand firmly against his, where he was now smiling gently, and admiring you like you were the only thing that mattered in his world. Which is basically true. Thanks to your hormones skyrocketing and making you far more sensitive than usual, you couldn't help but get emotional at how gentle he really was acting right now. Once he saw those tears slip down your cheek, he started panicking and trying to soothe you, his body shooting up from the seat and holding you tightly against him.
It turned out that he had spend hours researching everything about pregnancies, and was trying to find ways to make it more comfortable for you.
When your belly got bigger, and your body was aching at carrying a giant weight, Khol figured out that he could help you just for a little bit. So while you were sitting on the couch, rubbing your pregnant belly and counting the seconds till your baby was born so you could be free from all this soreness and pain, Khol peered over at you from the couch, and shot you a mischievous grin that told you that he was up to something. "Hey honey, can I try something? Real quick..." he snickered. You were too sore to really question it, so you agreed, and followed his instructions. You stood in the middle of the living room, and you watched as Khol stood behind you and placed his large hands underneath your belly. "Khol, you better not be doing anything crazy."
"I'm not! It's helpful, I promise."
With his chin resting against your shoulder, he did something that completely surprised you. He lifted your belly softly and slowly, aligning it perfectly to where the weight felt more weightless and fulfilling. The pain that you felt on your pelvis and lower back was lifted, making you let out a sigh of relief. Your body relaxed so quick that it was a surprise you didn't lose your balance. Watching you look more relaxed than stressed or filled with pain brought a smile to Khol's face, and he couldn't help but chuckle at your state. "Feels good, right?" he grinned. You wordlessly nod and smiled blissfully at the momentary pleasure of not feeling like carrying 7 pounds inside your belly. His research was really helpful.
When the baby was eventually born, he couldn't help but admire the little bundle of joy in his arms, his eyes shimmering with tears as he smiles softly and holds his finger close to his child's face, where they instinctively curled their tiny hand around it, making Khol look away quickly and close his eyes tightly to hold back more tears. You knew from this moment on, Khol would do anything for his kid, and would do anything he can to make sure they are loved and protected.
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A/N: ive been told by my twin that ive been mentioned multiple times during the livestreams and i wanna say that i am both embarrassed and happy even if im too shy to talk in a discord server.............but i am flattered. hi :3
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Khol, Zeke, Phoebe x Reader (Julian is here as a bonus. Hi Julian.)
YMTHaH/DDLC
Complete Angst (not a single fluff in sight)
Warnings: Mentions of obsession, self harm, major character death mentioned, suicide, depression, harsh language, acts of obsession, mentions of sexual content (the pen), mention of blood, mentions of decaying, vomiting
A/N: okay listenā¦I had to write something about this. For this writing, the main cast will just have the ddlc characters personality. Phoebe with Sayori, Zeke with Yuri, and Khol with Monika. Oh and Julian as Natsuki. This took me quite a while like my back hurts and I had the ddlc soundtrack on repeat...ENJOY !
Phoebe, Your Cheerful, Clumsy Childhood Friend.
She was hurting. It was hurting so bad that she couldnāt even face you without feeling like the worse person in the world for being hurt like this. She was happy that you joined the literature club, she really was. But seeing you have fun with the others, get closer with the boys, and enjoy yourself more than what you did with her, it really hurt. Thatās why when she saw you outside your home, face to face with Zeke, she felt her heart break into a million pieces. She was about to run back home when Zeke did actually notice her, and jumped up in surprise, making you look at the direction he was looking at. That gave her no choice but to confront them head on. With her best effort, she flashes them a cheery smile, and waved. "H-Hiā¦"
"Phoebe! J-Just nowā¦we werenātā¦"
She watched with a slightly sad expression as you stammered and tried making excuses. Zeke, feeling very embarrassed all of a sudden, held his stuff together and smiled nervously. "I-Iām sorry, but Iām already on my way to leave."
Phoebe frowned sadly. "Aw really?"
"Yeahā¦but weāll all be together at the festival, soā¦" he trailed off, not knowing when to stop his sentence or continue. But seeing Phoebeās cheerful expression made him more nervous somehow. So after a quick goodbye, and reminding you about the banner, he quickly sped off, leaving both you and Phoebe alone. Just like a few hours before when you visited her in her room. Now that you two were alone, it made you realize that Phoebe was actually here. When you tried inviting her before, she immediately said no and insisted that you have fun with Zeke and to not worry about someone like her. So seeing her outside her room surprised you. "Phoebe, I thought you didnāt want to come over today." You pointed out, causing the girl to smile nervously and avert her gaze to the ground next to her. She nervously chuckled. "Well, I tried staying in my roomā¦" her eyes darkened slightly. "But my imagination was being really mean to me. So I had to come here and see it for myself."
You were confused at her words. "See what? What are you talking about?"
Her smile grew wider, but it wasn't because she was happy. if anything, the more she remembered how much fun you were having with Zeke, more it made her want to cry. She already did once, she didn't want to do it again. Looking away, she spoke in a softer, more vulnerable tone. "You know, how much fun you were having with Zeke." She blinked rapidly. "And how close you got to him." She continued blinking as fast as she could, hoping the burning sensation of her tears will go away. But it didn't. Instead, they started appearing at the corners of her eyes, and a few droplets started dripping down her soft cheeks. "It makes...really happy..." her voice cracked in the end, but she couldn't help but continue talking. "That you've made such good friends. That's all that matters to me."
She means every word. All she ever wanted was to make you happy, to see you happy. And if it means that she won't be apart of it, she is okay with that. So why? Why are her tears running down her cheeks in a rapid motion now, the warm liquid making her cheeks feel sticky, and her eyes burning at the sensation from just spilling her happiness about you finally making friends. "That's all that matters to me!-" Phoebe croaked, and she held onto her pink shirt tightly, her knuckles turning white as she tried to control her rapid beating heart, and her flowing tears. "Why am I feeling this way? I'm supposed to be happy for you...!" Almost like a part of her was being controlled, she shouted with all the emotions that were bubbling inside her. "Why does it feel like my heart is splitting in half...?! It hurts so much..." She shook her head rapidly, her sparkling ginger hair bouncing from the movements while her fingers continued to grip onto her shirt for dear life. Only this time, she was clutching right where it hurt the most.
Her heart.
"Everything hurts so much..." She reached up with one hand and tried wiping away her tears. "This would be so much better if I could just disappear!"
You felt your heart drop at her declaration. Hearing your childhood friend, someone who always had a big smile on their face, express at their despair and actually wish to disappear hurt more than anything. You took a step closer, and gently grasped the hand that was holding her shirt. "Phoebe, don't say that!" You exclaimed, but she wasn't listening.
"It's true!" She shot back, instantly snatching her hand away from your grasp. Not because she didn't want to be touched by you, but because she was so scared that she would rely on your warmth too much to cope with her shitty problems. "if I wasn't here, then you wouldn't have to waste your sympathy on me!" Her tears started to overflow, and her voice grew higher at her feelings. "You wouldn't have to put up with me being selfish!" She aggressively wiped her eyes once more, and let out a shuddering hiccup. "Khol was right...I should just-"
You paused. From this entire conversation, you weren't expecting Khol's name to suddenly drop. "Khol...? Khol was right about what?"
Realizing that she said too much, she pressed her lips together and looked away from your prying gaze, her eyes still glossy from the tears. You knew that she wouldn't say any more than that, so you let out a small sigh, and reached over to hold her hand once more, your warmth creating this comforting cover that calmed her down slightly. "Phoebe, what I said before is true." You looked into her eyes, noticing the way her fluffy wavy hair framed her beautiful features. Your childhood friend, standing right in front of you and practically pouring her heart out at you. "I'm not going to let this continue. Caring about you like this isn't a burden your mind is making it out to be. It's something that makes me happy. It's something that I wouldn't trade for anything else." You paused, watching to see if she wanted to cut you off and say something. But she just continued to stare at you with those wet eyes, her orange eyelashes fluttering slightly and damp from her tears. Seeing her silence, you continued. "So, even if it takes an entire lifetime..." You shot her a reassuring smile. "I'm going to be by your side until you don't feel any more pain."
Phoebe trembled, her eyes widening as she processed your words. "B-But..." She looks away, your gaze now feeling like a heavy burden rather than the reassurance she needed. Did she actually want that? To answer her inner thoughts, you let go of her hand and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, making her slightly flinch and look back at you once more. She softly frowned. "I'm scared...I'm really scared..." She whimpered.
"What are you scared of, Phoebe?"
She looked at the ground, staring at her slippers with an expression that you weren't sure what to describe. "I'm scared that..." She trailed off, before continuing once more. "That I might like you more than you like me..."
Instantly, you froze, your reassuring hand fidgeting on her shoulder. "Phoebe...?"
Her eyes started watering again, and her lips wobbled. "it's true, isn't it?" her voice was now trembling, her throat starting to tighten and making it difficult to form words. "I was weak and started to like you too much...I did this to myself." Her feelings were too much, she couldn't keep bottling them up anymore. It was like shaking a soda can and opening it, only to be sprayed by its sugary liquid. She finally looked up, tears that were once running down her cheek, flowed like a waterfall, some droplets forming around her chin and dripping down to the pavement underneath her. "I...I like you so much that I want to die! That's how I feel! A-And...and...!" She could go on and on. She can pour her heart at how much you really mean to her, how she stayed up so many nights, terrified at the thought of you leaving her because of her being too weak. But before she could utter another word, you spoke, your tone taking on a more serious note. "That's enough Phoebe..." You frowned sympathetically. "I don't want you to hurt anymore." You gently slid your hand down to Phoebe's arm and squeezed her hand in your own, the feeling of her fingers trembling against your palm made your heart ache.
"Do you remember how I said I always know what's best for you?"
She didn't respond, but you still continued anyways. "Do you still believe me?"
She couldn't muster any words, so all she could do was silently nod. Seeing her quiet response, you sighed. "Even if you don't understand all of your feelings, I know what you need the most right now. And that's what I'm going to give to you." You squeezed her hand more firmly, and softly called her name, making sure to have her undivided attention.
At this moment, do you think she needs a friend?
Or her feelings to be recognized?
Do you truly know what she needs the most right now?
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Zeke, Your Shy, Book-Loving Member.
He loves you so much that he just wants to tear your skin open and crawl inside you. A week of hiding his feelings, a week of feeling like heās losing his mind about you, and a week of dealing with a certain club leader who is always somehow watching. Out of anybody that you wanted to help for the festival, you chose Khol? He has the easiest job, he can do it himself. But Zeke needs help. He needs your hands and your expertise in making this banner. Maybe you donāt have experience, but thatās okay! He doesnāt know why, but when you chose Khol, something inside him just snapped. His eyes, which used to look so soft and determined, just darkened, and his pupil dilated, almost making his eyes completely black.
"Zeke, youāre being unreasonable."
And that was the nail that hit the coffin. "Iām being unreasonable?" The audacity that he has was so laughable he canāt help but cackle. His grin was wide, his hands started trembling, and he ignored the horrified look from Julian while he focused his attention on Khol. His mind was just completely broken, he just couldnāt find a filter for it like he once did. "Khol, I can't believe how delusional and self-important you are! Pulling them away from me every single time you're not included in something..." As if it couldn't get any worse, his toothy grin turned wider, showing his open mouth while he hovered over to Khol. At the same time, his blonde wicks seemed to have a mind of its own, and suddenly moved on its own, like he was trying to intimate some aggressive snakes. "Are you jealous? Crazy? Or maybe you just hate yourself so much that you take it out on others?" Suddenly, his grin dropped, and he stared at Khol with wide, unblinking eyes. "Here's a suggestion. Have you considered killing yourself? It would be beneficial to your mental health." Zeke placed his hands behind his back, and never once removed eye contact from his former best friend. Julian furrowed his eyebrows together, and peeked over from Khol's shoulder, their lips pressed together in a nervous line as he stared at his club member with fear swirling in their eyes. "Zeke, you're scaring me a little..."
Khol just closed his eyes for a brief moment, and placed his arms at his side, his tone lowering into a more serious pitch. "Julian, lets just go. I don't think he wants us around right now." Seeing how easily Khol gave up, his wide, mad grin came back, and he let out a shuddering sigh of relief, his hair finally relaxing. "See, that wasn't very hard. All I want is to spend a little time with them. Is that so much to ask?" Without saying much, Khol turned around and held Julian by his shoulders as he started walking out to the door with him, with Zeke following after them. With a gentle smile, Khol turned around and called out to you one last time. "Hey. Zeke is really something, isn't he?" Khol giggled, but was abruptly caught off by Zeke shoving him out and slamming the doors shut behind them. He took a deep breath, and placed his hand on top of his chest, the feeling of his rapid beating heart drumming against his ribcage felt more exhilarating than overwhelming, making him smile softly to himself. "Finally..." He smiled wider, and swiftly turned around to look at you. "Finally!" He quickly walked back to you and gave you his signature, shy smile. The same one that used to give you butterflies. But now, it just filled you with fear. "This is really all I wanted..." His smile dropped, but it wasn't the emotionless one that he gave to Khol. It was more curious, more softer, like he's trying to convince you by looks alone. "There's no reason to spend the weekend with Khol. Don't listen to him." he took a step closer, and his smile returned. "Just come to my house instead! The whole day with just the two of us...doesn't that sound wonderful?"
Even just imagining it filled him with joy. Something that he wasn't used to at all. But all it did was make him laugh, his eyes widening as he held onto his uniform shirt tightly. "Wow..." he took in a shaky breath, and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, his pupils rapidly moving to each corner, like he was trying to see if a certain someone was watching them. "There's really something wrong with me, isn't there...?" He looked back at you. "But you know what?" he grinned widely and started shaking. "I don't care anymore!"
Usually, he did. If he did something that slightly exposed himself, he would get embarrassed and stammer out an apology. He never wanted to bring too much attention to himself. But god, just you being there with him, just inhaling your scent is enough to drive him crazy. "I've never felt this good my whole life. Just being with you is a far greater pleasure than anything I could imagine..." he took a step closer, and grabbed your hand with such speed that it made you flinch and almost recoil in fear. But even if you wanted to, you couldn't. He was holding on for dear life, his grip almost crushing your fingers. "I'm addicted to you..." he brought your hand closer and placed them directly on his chest, making you feel his heartbeat that was beating far too fast. With how fast it was pumping, it answered your question at why Zeke was breathing so heavily that he was almost out of breath. "it feels like I'm going to die if I'm not breathing the same air as you." Almost like an instant transformation, his gaze softened, and his grip loosen slightly as he shyly looked away and started messing with one of his blonde locks with his fingers. "Doesn't it feel nice to have someone care about you so much...? To have someone who wants to revolve their entire life around you?" he was leaning so close to you that you could practically smell the scent of his shampoo, and the unmistakable smell of iron. "But if it feels so good..." he trailed off. "Then why does it feel more and more like something horrible is going to happen?" his grip on your hand tightened once more, his wide unblinking eyes staring off into space. "Maybe that's why I tried stopping myself at first..." He muttered to himself. "But the feeling is too strong now."
With a sudden burst of energy, his voice rose higher at volume, and he used both his hands to clasp your own together, his fingernails digging into your skin as he grinned down at you. "I don't care anymore, I have to tell you!"
"I'm...I'm madly in love with you! It feels like every inch of my body, every drop of blood in me, is screaming your name..." he giggled. "I don't care what the consequences are anymore! I don't care if Khol is listening!" At this point, his cheeks were burning hot, his legs were trembling at the adrenaline of finally confessing his love to you, and his heart, that was pounding rapidly, seemed to calm down after he finally said what was weighing at his chest. The thought of you spending time with Julian, the thought of you even speaking to Khol instead of him fills him with unimaginable rage. All he wanted to do was steal you away from the others, force you read books with him, and share chocolates on the classroom floor. You made him feel something that he never thought he could ever feel. All those years of being careful, all those years of hiding himself and drowning in books. And finally, finally he gets to feel like something other than some burden to the air. He can feel what it is like to love someone as wonderful as you. "Please, just know how much I love you. I love you so much that I even touch myself with the pen I stole from you."
His voice got deeper, and leaned close enough to mutter the next words right into your face. "I just want to pull your skin open and crawl inside of you."
He smiled softly. "I want you all to myself. And I will be only yours. Doesn't that sound perfect?"
Finally, he lets go of your hand, and backs away to stand in the middle of the class, his hands now being held together as he placed them close to his chest. "Tell me..." He smiled wider. "Tell me you want to be my lover. Do you accept my confession?"
No matter what you chose, deep down, you knew that it was all going to end the same. With his feelings being too overwhelming, and taking out a kitchen knife from his pocket.
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Khol, Your (Self Aware) Smart, Popular Club President.
It felt unfair. It was unfair. Seeing you get along with the club members, visit their place, and eventually fall in love with one of them, it was all just so overwhelming and unfair. He loved you more than anything. But heās special. He doesnāt love the version of you that is in the game, he loves the actual you. So he knew what was going to happen when Zeke shoved everyone, begging for some alone time with you. And just as he expected, he came back with Zeke dead on the floor, with a bloody knife clattered on the floor, and three stab wounds on his chest. Even seeing his close friend basically rotting on the ground, he just smiled politely and let out a soft chuckle. "Well, thatās a shame." He placed a hand on his hip, and a daunting realization struck him, making him look down at your game character. "Wait, were you here the entire weekend?"
When you didn't respond, he gave you a sympathetic frown. "Oh, jeez..." He placed a hand on his hip. "I didn't realize the script was broken that badly. I'm super sorry! it must have been pretty boring." He glanced over at Zeke's body, and then back at you, before shooting you his signature sweet smile. "I'll make it up to you, okay? Just gimme a sec." With a flick of his wrist, both Zeke's decaying body, and a sick Julian who had ran out earlier to vomit were both gone. Like they were never meant to be here in the first place, and were merely just some bugs that Khol graciously took away just for you. "I'm almost done. I just want to have a cupcake real quick!" With a chirp in his energy, he gracefully walked over to the tray filled with cupcakes, and lifted the tinfoil up, revealing the sweet treats. Carefully, he used his two fingers to grasp the cupcake, and took a bite from a small corner. The sweetness of the treat made Khol smile wider and let out a sigh through his nose. "Seriously, these are the best!" He ate a couple more bites till he felt that it was enough and placed the cupcake down. "I really just had to have one, since it's the last time I'll ever get the chance to." He finally turned to you with a wider smile. "You know, before they stop existing and everything." He walked closer to the screen, and tilted his head slightly, almost like he was trying to see the actual you. "But anyway, I really shouldnāt be making you wait any longer. Just bear with me, okay? This should only take a second."
Everything went dark, and there was nothing but the sound of the usual jingle when you open up the menu. Youāre supposed to see your four favorite club members happily greeting you either with a smile or with a pout. But just like Phoebe, they were gone. Eventually, the darkness slightly lit up, when the familiar cheery voice called out. "Uh, can you hear me? Is it working?"
In an instant, the screen lit up, and there appeared Khol, who was smiling widely and locking his fingers together, with his chin resting on top of it. But something was wrong with his appearance in general. His silky, black hair that used to be in a ponytail, was now loose, and some strands of his hair was floating up and seemingly touching the ceiling. His face was ghostly pale, the rest of his body was dark underneath his uniform and looked rubbery, and his eyes. The same eyes that used to look calming and reassuring, were wide and unblinking. He grinned widely, showing off his yellow teeth. With the tilt of his head, his black strands of hair that were framing his face moved as well, almost covering his eyes. "Yay, there you are!" He repositioned his head, and slightly chuckled. "Hi again." He coos softly. "Welcome to the literature club. Of course, we already know each other, because we were in the same class last year, andā¦umā¦" He trailed off and started to look at the desk underneath him, his lips pressed together while he thought of what else to say. Eventually, he just softly chuckles. "You know, I guess we can just skip over that stuff at this point." His gaze darkened, and he slowly uncurled his fingers, placing his hands on top of the desk while his smile widened into a more calmer shift. Not the usual, sweet smiles that he would flash you whenever you were talking to him sometimes. "After all, Iām not even talking to that person anymore, am I? That 'you' in the game, whatever you want to call themā¦" He lifted a hand up and carefully pointed a finger directly at you. Not some stupid game character that made the other members fell in love with, but the actual you. The one who is behind that screen, that one barrier that is stopping him from actually seeing you. "Iām talking to you." He grinned.
When he thought about it a little more, he hummed and pulled his hand back, the one that was pointing at you, and used it to rest his cheek against his palm, his long loosened hair swaying slightly from his movements. "Now that I think about it, I donāt really know anything about the real you." He looked off at some direction, but somehow still keeping a close eye on you. "In fact, I donāt even know if youāre a boy or a girlā¦" He looked back at the screen, and smiled sweetly. "Well, I guess it doesnāt really matterā" then he paused, his smile faltering slightly as he made direct contact to, what he hopes is you, his body straightening up as he blinked slowly. "Wait, you do know Iām aware that this is all a game, right? Could it be possible that you didnāt know that?" He sighed and slouched his shoulders. "That doesnāt make much senseā¦I even told you right on the gameās download page, didnāt I?" not sensing a response, he let out a tiny giggle. "Manā¦if only you had paid a little more attention, this would have been a little bit less awkward, you know?" The many hints he left you, hoping in some way that he could get your attention, that he knows everything is happening, and seeing you get along with everyone was just so unfair. "Well, anywayā¦" He curled his fingers once more and placed them underneath his chin, and stared directly into your eyes. "Now that thatās out of the way, I guess I owe you an explanation."
He smiled softly. "About that whole thing with Zekeā¦"
"Wellā¦I kind of started to mess with him, and I guess it just drove him to kill himself!" He couldnāt help but giggle, the audacity of it all was just too entertaining for Khol. "Iām sorry you had to see that, though. Also, the same thing happened with Phoebeā¦" Her name rolled off his tongue with ease. He hasnāt said her name in so long, it made him smile and tilt his head. "Gosh, itās been a while since youāve heard the name now, hasnāt it?" Straightening his body, he shot you a wide, almost innocent like smile, and spoke in a deeper tone, his wide eyes tracing every curve of the screen. "Yeahā¦itās because she doesnāt exist anymore. Nobody does. I deleted their files."
It was almost terrifying that it was so easy to just go to their character file and click delete. It wasnāt even that hard to find, which made it almost laughable. "I was hoping it would be enough for me to just try to make them as unlikable as possibleā¦but for some reason, nothing worked." He sighed. "Well, itās true that I made a few mistakes here and thereā¦since Iām not very good at making changes to the game. But no matter what I didā¦" His gaze lowered to his large hands, and his smile dropped, his strands of hair seemingly having a mind of its own as some started curling, making him look more intimating. "You just kept spending more and more time with them. You made them fall in love with you." When he remembered his conversation with Phoebe, he thought that his plan was a little good. After all, from the very beginning, her depression had been her biggest weakness, and the thought of you no longer finding her important in your life gave him the perfect opportunity to mess with her head. But even then, that didnāt work. "I thought making Phoebe more and more depressed would prevent her from confessing to you." He slightly pouted. "And amplifying Zekeās obsessive personality backfired, tooā¦it just made him force you not to spend time with anyone else."
"And the whole time, I barely even got to talk to you." He finally lifted his gaze at you. "What kind of cruel game is thisā¦? Are all the other members just programmed to end up confessing to you, while I watch from the sidelines? Itās torture. Everyā¦minute of it. And itās not just jealousy. Itās more than thatā¦" Suddenly, he got up from the seat that he was sitting on early, and circled around the desk to really look at you, his hands reaching out and grabbing onto the fake, characters hand. Itās not real, but at this moment, he can only pretend. He can only hope that your hand is soft, that itās real, that itās actually yours. "And I donāt blame you for not understanding. Because no matter how kind, and thoughtful, and considerate you areā¦" He smiled softly. "Youāll never be able to understand one thingā¦itās the pain of knowing how alone I really am in this world." For once in this entire conversation, he looked at his surroundings.
An empty classroom, curtains drawn to show nothing but a void outside the windows, and a singular desk where he can just stare at you all day. "In this game. Knowing my friends donāt even have free willā¦and, worst of all, knowing thatās really out there, in your world, forever out of my reachā¦" His grip on your hand tightened, and he finally looked at you with a wide, but forced smile. "Iām trapped. But now youāre here. Youāre real. And youāre wonderful. Youāre all I needā¦thatās why I need you to be here with me forever. Iām sorry if itās hard to understand."
He spoke with such a gentle, calm manner that he made each of his words sound normal. He made them sound so reassuring that you felt like you were going to be lulled to sleep. Somehow, he had a strange feeling that you didn't fully understand what he was saying, and he doesn't blame you. Oh, look at him already. He's learning about you so much, and he can't even see you. "I couldn't understand for a while, either. Why the world around me started to become more and more gray...more and more flat." he shifted his gaze to the side. "Even the most expressive poems felt empty to me." his gaze shifted back to you, and his smile returned. "It wasn't until you arrived that I truly understood. You probably saved my life, honey. I don't think I could have continued to live in this world if I hadn't met you. And as for the others..." He hummed in thought, his brain forcing him to remember everyone. Zeke, his quiet, compassionate best friend who tried to blend in. Phoebe, his cheerful, clumsy best friend who only wanted to make everyone happy. And Julian, his short temper, manga loving friend who only wanted to find a safe place from his dad. "How could I miss them? A group of autonomous personalities, designed only to fall in love with you? I tried everything I could to prevent them from doing so..."
"But it must be some kind of weird inevitability etched into this game. I felt really bad that you had to witness some nasty things. But I realized that you have the same perspective as I do...that it's all just some game. And I knew you would get over it."
Something in his eyes flickered, a small light that made his eyes look brighter than usual. With a wide, wobbly smile, some small strands of his hair curled upward, and formed into a few cute hearts that swarmed around him, making him look like a lovesick boy than some freakishly tall, skinny monster. "So, that being said...I have a confession to make." His cheeks turned into a more brighter color, and he carefully stared straight ahead, hoping that he was directly looking at you. Then carefully, he reached over and held the characters hand gently, his body leaning over the desk and forcing you to look at his features up more closely.
"I'm in love with you. You are truly the light in my world. When there's nothing else in this game for me, you're here to make me smile. Will you make me smile like this every day from now on? Will you go out with me...?"
You don't have a choice. If you were thinking of saying anything other than 'yes', then you must abandon those thoughts. You don't need anything else, you don't need to think about anyone else. You only need Khol.
Just Khol.
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And Julian, Your Short-Statured, Tsundere Club Member
Even when things have been getting a little weird, your favorite, short tempered club member still stayed exactly the same. Well, sorta. When you tried spending time with Julian, Zeke would suddenly grab your arm and pull you away, insisting that he's fine and that he was just reading his manga in the corner, like he always did. When it was time to share poems, you went to Julian first, hoping to make up for the time that you lost. With a blank expression, he casually handed you back the poem, and spoke in a rather softer tone. Something you arenāt used to because of his sour attitude. "Well, it's not terrible. But it's pretty disappointing after your last one." He placed a hand on his hip, and looked away with a small frown. "Then again, if this one was as good as your last one, I would be completely pissed." Already used to his sour attitude and sharp tone, you shrugged and held your poem gently against you while you stood there. "Well, I guess I wanted to try something a little different this time." He finally turned his gaze back at you, and hummed in thought.
"Fair enough. You're still new to this, so I wouldn't expect you to find your style right away. I mean, everyone in the club writes really differently from each other...Maybe you'll find a little influence from all of us." his gaze slowly drifted to where Zeke was standing, his back currently turned to them as he shared his poem with Khol, their conversation being hushed and quiet. "For instance..." Refusing to make eye contact, he crossed his arms over his chest and spoke in a mumbled tone, like he didn't want you to hear him anymore, but still wanted to voice his problems. "I noticed that you were spending some time with Zeke today..." When he noticed you staring, he quickly backtracked. "Not that I care who you spend your time with." He pouted and huffed. "After all, I was taught never to expect anything from anybody." Then Julian remembered how stupid he felt for waiting for you. A manga in his hands, his body sitting on the ground as he watched with a solemn expression as Zeke dragged you away to read some stupid horror novel. "So it's not like I was waiting for you, or anything." He sighed and finally looked at you with a frown. "Still, you should at least look over my poem. You'll probably be able to learn something from it." He practically shoved the poem into your hands, and watched with a bigger frown as you raised your eyebrows in surprise.
As soon as you were done reading, he slowly uncrossed his arms, and like a flip was switched, he spoke in a more vulnerable, shaky tone. "Hey...why didn't you come read with me today...?"
His eyebrows furrowed together, and he started to dig his nails deep in his palms, like he was trying to stop himself from saying anymore, but his mouth just wouldn't close. "I was waiting for you. I was waiting for a long time. It was the only thing I had to look forward to today. Why did you ruin it...?" He took a step closer, and his sparkling eyes started getting dull. "Do you like Zeke more?" he tilted his head slightly. "I think you're better off not associating with him." With no response coming from you, Julian just grew more and more impatient and aggressive. Then out of nowhere, he smiled sweetly. But something about that smile seemed almost freakish and forced, like he was trying mask his words with a more softer intent. "Are you listening to me? Zeke is a sick freak. That should be obvious by now. So just play with me instead, okay...?"
The environment around him started to turn red and fuzzy. "You don't hate me, do you...? Do you hate me?" Slowly, every word that dripped out of his mouth, his face started disappearing and trembling, black pixels started forming where his eyes and mouth were, hiding his true expression and pain that he is feeling. And every time he spoke, his voice only got more more muffled and glitched. "Do you want to make me go home crying...? The club is the only place I feel safe." he hiccup, and started tearing up streaks of blood. "Don't ruin that for me. Don't ruin it...please..." Suddenly, he lunged forward and held onto your uniform tightly, his knuckles turning head as his head twitched violently to each side. "Just stop talking to Zeke. Play with me instead. It's all I have..."
I was wondering if you could do a khol fic where he and mc are spending time together with them having a small makeout session because they haven't seen each other due to mc being busy with work ^^ while they were too busy with each other, mc's phone keeps ringing and interupting both of them which made khol feel annoyed
As for the sec req: is going on an aquarium date with Zeke and walking around admiring all the views while holding hands (this one is cute cuz it's canon that he's fond and love talking about the ocean š„¹)
(Also don't feel pressured into doing both of these reqs, you can just pick which one that seems interesting to you \^^/ I just love reading on how you write these characters <3)
Khol, Zeke x Reader
YMTHaH
Mainly Fluff
No Warnings
A/N: request so cute Iām doing both in the same post. I miss writing about those two cuties so I had a lot of fun writing this.
"Missed youā¦!ā
WC: 732
Work has decided to completely keep you hostage. For some reason, this entire week your store has gotten famous, and people for some reason wanted to buy the entire place. It caused you to cancel date plans, hangout plans, and even visits from your parents. Of course, the only reason you made it was because of your sweet boyfriend, Khol. He knew you were busy, so whenever he got the chance, he would send you a quick text saying to not stress yourself too much, and that he loves you soooo much. That helped you get through the day at least a little. And finally, as quick as it came, it finally calmed down. Like a hurricane and youāre in the eye of the storm. You were so relieved that you did tear up. How could you not? After such a stressful week, you can finally have some moments to yourself. And how could you not spend it with Khol?
When you got home, you pulled out your phone and send a quick, but impactful message.
āCome see me. Iām free.ā
Now, you didnāt exactly know what kind of reaction you would get. But you surely didnāt expect that after a few minutes, there was someone pounding at your door, making you flinch and look over at the hallway to stare at it. You didnāt even make it to the kitchen. Shrugging it off, you walked over to the front door, and as soon as you opened it, a large body enveloped you in a giant hug, their strong arms instantly wrapping around you so tight that it made breathing difficult. But then you recognize the long strands of black hair behind their back, and it made you instantly relax. "Khol!" You wheezed out, but that just made him hug you tighter.
"Do you have any idea how MUCH I missed you?!" He exclaims loudly, his face now buried in your neck while he practically picked you up to hold you more tightly. You giggled, and finally had the time to wrap your arms around him back and smile. He always smells so fucking good. All you want to do is drown in his scent and secretly steal his cologne without him noticing. "I missed you too! You came here pretty quick. Did you even reply to my message?"
"I donāt know. But it doesnāt matter! I can finally hold you again!"
He must have scrambled to get here too since his shirt was wrinkled, and his hair was a little messy. Eventually, when the excitement died down, you both transferred the grand reunion back to your room. Where Khol just simply couldnāt get his hands off of you. He kept pampering your face with kisses, his large hands cupping your cheeks, and his lips finding any spot in your face to kiss. Eventually, he held you gently while moving his lips along yours, making the atmosphere more silly and warm. While his lips latched onto yours, there was a constant buzzing that was coming from your phone. You figured that it was either Phoebe who was trying to reach you, or your dreadful boss that wants to schedule you for another week. But the one who was very bothered was Khol. Every time he heard that dreadful boss, he would slightly groan in frustration and kiss you harder, making you let out a small yelp. It was like he was sucking on your lips, and it was a little ticklish.
"Khol, I have to take thatā¦"
"No, you donāt have toā¦! It might be Phoebe, you can answer her laterā¦"
You smiled. "What if itās not? If it involves work, I have to answer."
Khol frowned and kept his arms firmly around you. Eventually, after planting a firm kiss on your lips, he pouted and looked away while you eventually grabbed your phone to look at the source of the constant buzzing.
It was, in fact, Phoebe.
She was sending you reels and posts, and already making plans for the upcoming weekend to party or to simply go to a club. Khol seeing that as well, grumbled and looked at you, making the face of someone saying they told you so. Throwing your phone to the side, Khol took this as his opportunity to grab you again and kiss you once more. And heās making sure nothing interrupts you both again.
"So beautifulā¦"
WC: 554
Those rare, slightly quiet moments with Zeke are possibly the best thing about him. He knows how to make you feel loved, and he knows what you need after you mention it once. Feeling appreciated for his actions and love language, you decided to take him to a place that has his favorite thing. The ocean. And that is the aquarium. With his hands interlocking with yours, he walked through the slightly crowded tunnels where there were small prints of cartoon fishes, and drawings of water on the carpet, and even around the wall. It wasnāt until you both walked further and further down the place when the people that were around you guys started to disappear. It went from seeing an entire family, to a couple of friends, to just the two of you. There was only the sound of running water, and some screen lighting up and softly playing in the background that was currently saying some good facts about the fishes in the tank.
You personally, did like watching them swim. When you and Zeke paused to stare at the giant tank in front of you, you couldnāt help but step closer to stare at the different color of fishes, starfish, and even lazy looking eels that were at the bottom. It makes you wonder if they are always thinking while swimming, or they are just a little brainless. While you were watching them, you didnāt notice how Zeke had averted his gaze and was currently looking at you. Something about the way the water reflects and makes your face glows seemed almost beautiful to him. His two favorite things combining and turning into one. Thatās really breathtaking to him. Finally noticing his stare, you flickered your own gaze to Zeke, and smiled seeing that his lips slightly curled up, showing those rare moments where he looks genuinely at peace.
"What are you looking at?"
"Well, you."
He squeezed your hand gently, and turned his attention back to the giant tank. When he looked at every single one of them, he paused, noticing a rather peculiar looking fish that was currently pressed against another fish. This fish looked colorful and even a little happy, while the other fish looked bored but isnāt pulling away. They are stuck together like glue. Before he could point it out, you already did. You placed your finger against the glass tank, and turned over to look at him with a smile. "Look! Those fishes look familiar, donāt you think?" You said, your eyes shining underneath the glow of the water. Zeke smiled softly, and let out a soft huff.
"Very. But they look happy, donāt they?" He looked back at the tank, and noticed how the more āchillā fish blew out some bubbles, and pressed their scale tiny body against the more colorful one. Feeling rather inspired, he shuffled a little closer to you, and pressed his arm against yours, his fingers that were still locked around yours tighten slightly while he gave you a firm squeeze, making you lean against him and stare at the way the fishes seemed genuinely happy. Just blowing bubbles and swimming to who knows where in the tank.
And you both did the same, wandering off to who knows where until you both feel satisfied enough to go home.
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A/N: itās been a while since I wrote them, so hopefully it turned out well
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