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The Unkissable Prince CH.2
I cant find it so ill post it again just in case
The past few weeks the cast had been working hard to make something they could be proud of, and they were proud of what they had accomplished so far as a group, but problems arise in individuals. Most of the actors were in their last year of high school and had other problems and worries this late in the school year. Lunch was one of the only times they could relax without having to do school work or production work. It was a time of fun relaxation, laughs and for some, it was a time to make new relationships or for some to evolve.
Denki and Shinsou had been working together during rehearsal almost every time the actors were given time to work on individual character work. Even though Denki was who Shinsou worked with the most, Denki was always disappointed when Shinsou worked with another actor. Now Shinsou was a part of the theater kid group, even during lunch. Currently, most of the students in the production were having lunch together and it was only the second week that Shinsou was a part of this lunch group and he had taken notice of something. For one he noticed the closeness of Tokoyami the actor playing Scully and Aoyama the french boy who played the french chef in the show, he assumed that they were together or were getting to that type of relationship. He also noticed that mina was ursal, not that she was naturally ursal but she constantly in character, basically method acting, and it scared most of the none theater people. What he took notice of most was how they treated Denki, for the most part, it was harmless jokes that could be taken the wrong way. What he was really unsure of was how Jiro treated him, her jokes were more insults than the others, half the time he couldn’t tell if she was even trying to joke about it. Shinsou could tell that Denkiwas affected by Jiro’s words, and he was too. Mostly because her insults were always about other’s feelings toward Denki. Things like
“Your so annoying, it makes people hate you.”
“It’s hard being around you when you are so stupid.”
"I still don’t how you landed the prince role when you the furthest thing from a prince .”
“It’s so hard to act like I’m in love with prince eric when you’re the one playing him.”
“I’m not surprised that you’ve never been in a relationship, I pray for your future partner.”
That last few ones were the ones that hurt Shinso because he was a part of Denkis prince Eric’s portrayal. The last one also struck a chord with him because he liked Denkieven before they become friends, he was almost hopelessly in love with Denkinow that they got to spend time together. Even though Jiro’s comments hurt both Denkiand Shinsou, neither of them was able to stand up to her. All Shinsou could do was find a way to comfort Denki when they were alone.
Later in the day after school now at rehearsal, once again Shinso was hoping from person to person helping them during their individual work. Denki was running over his lines, memorizing, blocking, and figuring out how to say each word, the way prince eric would. Shinso had taught him many acting tips in the past few weeks, it made Denki feel a little dumb because he had done acting for fun since he was little and he was only learning such things in his last year of high school. Denki sat and thought of tactics, a term, and a method that Shinso taught him. Basically, each line has at least one tactic, a tactic is an action verb that is aimed at the other characters in the show. For example, he used ‘to swoon Ariel’ quite a bit, swoon being the tactic and Ariel is who it is for. All the work he was doing made him think of Shinsou, and how Shinsou wasn’t working with him right now, it made him feel alone and jealous that he didn’t have the fluffy-haired boy’s attention. The director called for clean up which indicated the end of rehearsal, and Denki still hadn’t worked with Shinsou today, it disappointed him more than it should have.
Denki
I pack up my bag and script but stay seated in the chair I was in. I know that it’s time to go but I wasn’t ready to leave, not mentally at least. I watched as my ...our stage manager talked to our director, I have no clue what their conversations about but it’s not unusual for them to talk after rehearsal. I began to space out, still staring in their direction, I’m broken from this state when I notice both men looking at me, I panic a little because when two people are talking and looking at you it means that they’re talking about you, and I can only assume that their talking shit if it’s me they’re looking at. In my slightly panicked state, I didn’t realize that Yamada has left and that Shinso has started to approach me. I try to calm myself and get ready to stand up but before I could stand up I hear the amazing smooth voice of Shinso.
“Stay seated.”
Even though his tone wasn’t demanding or scary, I summited and was scared. I watched as he sets down something and pulls out another foldable chair, across from me and my chair. I couldn’t think of what to say or question but luckily I didn’t have to because he knew the answers to the questions I hadn’t even thought of yet
“I asked Yamada if I could work with you a little more today here because we didn’t get to.”
I nodded my head and took note of how awkward he knew that we were alone together. I guess he thinks I’m stupid because he went into more detail.
“He said yes, just no funny business and to lock up and that return the keys when I get home.”
He was less awkward now, he even rolled his eyes at the no funny business part. I assume that the shiny thing he put down was the keys to the auditorium. The most confusing part was the ‘return the keys when I get home’.
"Wait you live with Yamada?”
I yelled that a little loud and was a little too excited for that, it probably made him uncomfortable to be around a loud person like me.
"Yeah, he not my dad or anything. At least not biologically, he’s my foster parent, has been for the past 3 years but he hasn’t asked if I wanted to be adopted yet so I think he waiting till I turn 18 so he doesn’t have to deal with me.”
He laughs but I don’t think it’s very funny, because I don’t think it true, and Yamada isn’t like that. I hold my breath though, no one wants to hear my thoughts anyway, so I switch the subject.
"I was working on tactics today, hear let me show you!”
We worked for the next 30 minutes on different parts of the script, until we ended up on the wedding scene, the same scene that prince eric and ariel kiss. The atmosphere became weird between us, we weren’t acting or anything, just reading the lines and talking through different ideas. But the topic of kissing filled the air with awkwardness. But we had to continue with analyzing and discovering my character.
"I’ve been having trouble portraying Eric at this moment. It’s hard to show the love he feels for Ariel.”
I admitted to Shinso that love was hard to portray which is pretty embarrassing.
"I would try and draw out, or remember an experience for this scene, like your first kiss, or date, something romantic.”
Shinso suggested, I tried to rack my brain to find a replay that doesn’t include Shinso learning that I haven’t had my first kiss yet. But that’s what enders up coming out.
"I haven’t...”
"You haven’t ...what? Kissed someone? gone on date?”
Shinso sounds very shocked by this discovery. I just nodded my head not wanting to face him.
"But you’ve rehearsed this scene before, so you’ve kissed Jiro?”
I suddenly realize that every time Jiro and I have rehearsed that scene, Shinso isn’t in his chair, and when Yamada announced we would be doing stage kisses instead, Shinso hadn’t joined the club yet. Meaning that Shinso didn’t know about the stage kisses.
“No, she was uncomfortable with that so we opted for stage kisses, so I’ve never had a first kiss, not a romantic one or a fake one from Jiro.”
“Whats a stage kiss?”
I’m shocked, my stage manager doesn’t know what a stage kiss is. He knows all these other terms for acting but he doesn’t know about a basic stage kiss. Well, now I get to be the smart one.
"Well, it’s so that actors don’t have to kiss but it tricks the audience. Basically one of the actors grabs the other’s face and kisses their thumbs.”
I was feeling pretty smug about knowing something Shinsou didn’t. Until he spoke again.
“I don’t understand. Maybe I’ll understand better if you showed me.”
I cough out a little bit in shock, yeah sure it’s a stage kiss and I wouldn’t actually be kissing him, but the idea makes me nervous. It’s not like I don’t want to kiss him, stage kiss him, it’s the opposite, I’ve grown fond of him and might even say I have a crush on him. I know that I don’t have a shot with him or anyone for that matter but I can’t help but wish for more than a stage kiss. But if a stage kiss is the closest I'll get to being with Shinso I'll take it.
Without saying anything I get up from my chair and move towards Shinso, I place my hands on his face and then I lift my thumbs positioning them in front of his lips. they flout above his lips as I pause for a second, thinking about touching his lips with my thumbs, it’s still intimate in my mind, but his puzzled look makes me place my thumbs down on his lips. There soft, I would have expected chapped lips but this is a pleasant surprise. I close my eyes and kiss my own thumbs, I keep my lips there longer than I do when I stage kiss Jiro, but Shinso won’t know that. I pull away and open my eyes, to see Shinso smiling and almost laughing, then he begins to laugh. I began to feel insignificant and stupid again. I know I don’t have a shot with some as amazing as Shinso but that doesn’t mean I didn’t still hope that the stage kiss would lead to something more, and real.
“Sorry for laughing. You really haven’t had your first kiss.”
It’s that obvious to him, sure I told him but how can he tell how inexperienced I am from just a stage kiss.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
I asked in a more rude tone than I meant to.
"Well you closed your eyes, like the whole time, and you were there longer than needed.”
“You’re supposed to close your eyes, right. That’s what they do in movies and like it’s bad if you open your eyes, or that’s what I’ve heard.”
Shinso nods at my statement but it seems to be in a teasing way.
“Wel that right but you make it seem like life or death, your eyes aren’t just closed there squeezed shut, and with simple kisses that the .. um … the stage kiss is replicating, it’s short. Cause in real life it would be a little awkward to put your lips against someone else’s without at least some lip movement.”
I find his corrections on my stage kiss annoying, and I don’t try to hide it in my voice.
"Oh, so your some sort of kissing expert?”
“I wouldn’t call myself that, but I’m more experienced than you.”
I become more annoyed because his voice changed and he became more smug
"Well, it’s not my fault I haven’t had my first kiss!”
I yell at him.
“Neither is it mine.”
“Yes, it is because anyone who hasn’t tried to kiss me is at fault!”
I blurt out without think of consequences, and when I look at Shinso and his smug, flirtatious face I know that there’s going to be consequences.
“So if I kiss you then I can be free from being blamed?”
I go wide-eyed, I can’t tell if he’s being serious. And if he is I don’t know if I want my first kiss to be under these circumstances. Oh, who am I kidding I was ready to have my first kiss be with Jiro for a play. I try to ask him how serious he is but it stumbles out in pieces.
“How ….uu. I ho-how seri-serious is your.. Uhh ...your ..proposal?”
I sound like a mess. I watch as Shinso stands up from his chair moving closer to me. His left hand rests on my cheek. Leans in and whispers...
“As serious as you want it to be.”
We stand and stay in this position until Shinsou whispers more...
“I’m asking if I can kiss you.”
“Yes!”
The yes that falls out of my mouth is too fast and too quiet but Shinsou heard it and leaned in. I don’t like to admit that I’m wrong but I was and Shinso is right. Without movement this is awkward. But then he snickers with his lips still on mine, that’s when I realize he wasn’t moving on purpose to prove his point. He begins to move, and I half expect it to become a french kiss but it doesn’t. I follow his lips movement hoping that I’m doing it correctly.
We eventually pull away, both our faces tinted pink with blush. I’m not used to silence so I try to fill it.
"Wow, where did all that confidence come from?”
Shinso was often not as flirty as he has been for the past 10 minutes.
“Don’t know, it happens more than you’d expect.”
His hand does that thing that I’ve read in teen romance stories, where it goes behind their neck. I can see the movement of hair and fingers and I assume that it’s some sort of nervous tick to play with his hair, it cute.
“So I think we did enough work for one day, so I guess it’s time to go home.”
I nodded and turn back to grab my stuff, I turn around and Shinsou is already ready to go, waiting for me, but he doesn’t seem to be annoyed like most people are when I take longer to get ready. He locks up the room and we walk to the exit together. When we get outside I turn to start walking home, Shinsou turns the other way but before I get too far he turns back and yells at me.
“Do you need a ride? People shouldn’t walk this late at night, I don’t mind giving you a ride. “
I turn around and yell back...
"I don’t want to get you in trouble for being home late.”
“I’d probably get more in trouble if I let you walked, that’s how my dads are, so come on.”
He waves me over and I jog over to him.
During the ride we don’t talk much, letting the radio fill the car, scaring off the awkward silence. I told him my address and he uses a GPS for direction instead of asking me every 2 minutes when to turn. So I was able to just watch him, and I never realized how attractive people can be while driving till now. Especially the one hand on the wheel, his right hand still on the shift even though it an automatic, his left hand on the wheel. The same hand that was on my cheek less than 20 minutes ago. The realization brings color back to my face, I begin to think about the kiss again. My thinking almost always leads to questions that make me insecure, and like always, I begin to question. Along with my brain answering with the most likely answer
Did I do it right? No.
Did he like it? No.
Does he regret it? Of course.
Was it just a moment thing? Yes.
Or does it have a deeper meaning? No.
Will it happen again? Never, don’t even get your hopes up.
Will we become more than friends? Idiot.
Did he hate it? How else is someone supposed to feel after kissing you?
Is Jiro right? Has she ever been wrong, no, and that hasn’t changed.
Will he stop being my friend? Probably and if not, it’s pity.
Why did he do it? To teach you, cause your a lonely idiot.
Does he like me? Not even a question, of course not, look at him, then yourself. He would never like you.
“Denki is this it?”
I’m broken from the negative thoughts. Shinso has already parked, I look out the window, and sure enough, it is my house.
“Yeah."
I step out and grab my stuff, I close the door, the window rolls down.
"Have a good day Denki.”
"Yeah, you to Shinso.”
I begin to walk away but he yells out a little more...
"Call me Hitoshi. Also, It wasn’t a moment thing, and I want to see where this leads.”
My back was turned the whole time he said talked, I stand there frozen in disbelief. It’s only when I hear his car drive away that I breathe again, my first breath also being a whisper of his name.
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also basil in bombs and dorian vibe check 2 (pick your poison for any of these it’s just very fun to assign them to blorbos)
None were known as vibe check 2 so i made the executive decision to use eye strain… 2!!!! Instead :]
Enough Basil and Dorian sadge have them happy instead
What the heck is this?!
This is so funny
Especially how 3po and Chewie look :33
Then why is it can SEA then
drafts i guess
love drawing cadets...
The goofy asshole
Fuggin...
Pain meda man.
Has me more fucked up than TFP Megatron's eyes bro.
Homegirl looking goofy af out here.
i will Shed tears lik a waterfall if u ever write a short alternative ending where heartburn!jimin n yn end up together n hav a baby.. jus saying …… but It’ll heal my heart for sure
“you’d make a good dad” uh huh yea yea totally not sliding down a wall rn
could be either read as canon or non-canon!! whatever helps u sleep at night best friends <3
“You’re literally perfect.”
Jimin whispers to the baby in his arms, the truth apparent even under the dim lighting of the floor lamp in the hospital suite.
“Our little Haru,” he coos, scrunching his nose to resist the urge to bite her plump cheeks. Instead he runs his thumb to her tiny ear all the way to the folds of her chunky neck, adjusting her diaper while at it.
She’s just so pretty. It’s obviously too early to tell her features because she’s literally just gotten out of the womb merely hours ago, but Jimin doesn’t doubt for a second that she looks just like you.
Haru looks every bit of your beauty; every single bit of your kindness and grace.
“Do you know that your Aunt Soomin’s hounding me into seeing you? I had to turn my phone off,” he chuckles, meagerly nodding when Haru’s eyes train on him as if she understood instantly. “You have so much waiting for you at home, baby. Everyone rooted to have you in this world, y’know? Everyone loves you.”
Despite being hours old, Haru already looks like she’s the epitome of yours and Jimin’s world combined. She’s everything that he could ever ask for and there’s nothing else he could ever want — not now when he’s officially a father; not now when he’s cradling his daughter to his chest, only a few feet away from his wife’s sleeping figure.
Haru suddenly cries as it effectively snaps Jimin out of his wholesome, teary realization. He instantly attempts to calm her down, standing up from his chair.
“Ah, ah! You’re waking up your mommy.”
“Chest, please.”
Jimin turns his gaze to you who’s already jolted awake, the power nap you rightfully intended to take after giving birth being cut short. It’s only been hours and the two of you already have codes, “chest, please” meaning that Haru needed to be breastfed immediately.
He grins, pulling up a chair to comply.
A snort escapes you when you feel a head that’s too heavy for a newborn placed on your chest, a situation that needed a finger flick to the forehead before giggling.
“I meant our daughter on my chest, Jimin, not you.”
“Yikes,” he laughs, peeling himself off before carefully placing Haru on your chest, elevating your bed so the two of you would be more comfortable. “She’s here, she’s here. Here you go, mommy.”
“Is the mommy nickname going to stick?” your head tilts in curiosity, squinting as you recollect. “You kept calling me wifey for a straight month after we got married.”
“Sue me for being in love with you,” he rolls his eyes with no real malice to it, smiling to himself at the reminder of your wedding two years ago.
He rounds off everything in his mind, running through a mental checklist in his mind now that you’re awake. “Ice? Fast food? My mom’s cooking? Anything else you need?”
Everything feels too surreal — who would’ve known? Your husband and your daughter in the same room; three heartbeats beating under the same love.
“Nah,” you shake your head, a watery smile manifesting as soon as you see the same realization in Jimin’s face. “I have everything I need.”
hoseok x love yourself 轉 ’tear’ jacket shooting sketch
another animation meme for the people (i got lazy)
fellas ... is it gay to think abt ur party leader when u think ur abt to die and it's just memories of him rambling excitedly to you about the thing u hate the most (and yet u remember every fact) .
the last one ??? i’m forreal crying why would you do that 😭😭😭😭😭😭
OM Headcanons that have absolutely nothing to back them but I still believe
Simeon, after being demoted after the Celestial War, was treated as an errand boy by his once subordinates. As a result, he often found himself being tasked to look after the younger angels, not old enough to be without a guardian, but not so young that they were unaffected by the 'all-demons-are-evil' propaganda. During this, he met Luke. Maybe it was Luke's stubbornness being similar to Lucifer's, or maybe just an inkling that this little one would grow up to be someone great, but Simeon decided to try to become his primary guardian, and somehow he made it happen.
For my Percy Jackson fans, remember how Aphrodite doesn't have a fixed appearance, how she changes based on what a person considers most beautiful? What if that's how humans used to see Asmo in the Human Realm unless he wants them to see how he really looks? Like, everyone saw different things, based on their personal preferences.
Asmo used to sing the twins and Lilith to sleep back in the Celestial Realm. All of his brothers love his singing voice, so he's the one who's visited the most if any of them have bad dreams. That's why he never locks his door, unless he's partaking in some, um *special* activities.
I remembered that Satan tells MC that when Mammon favors a person, they find fortune and wealth and when he stops liking them, its all gone. I guess that explains why Levi and the rest have enough money to blow on whatever they want, but Mammon himself is in debt.
broken, pt. 1 (3tan) | myg
title: broken (pt. 1) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series:masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: chilling conversations prolong things even further… until everything goes to hell. note: this is only one half of what was supposed to be a whole chapter! broken, pt. 2 will come out after i’ve had time to make it something i’m proud of. trying to rush everything out didn’t do any favors, so hilariously and ironically, broken is broken up into two hahaha. warnings: language, angst, tension, yoongi’s pov is longgg, alcohol consumption, tobacco mentions, bro🥲, yoongi in the studio😩, the studio boys make another appearance👀, …someone else makes their first appearance👀👀, scuffles, tense situations, did i say angst?, water bottles get their own warning, long hair yoongi, basketball yoongi🫠, crying, bro a ha ha, jimin has tats and he’s not afraid to show them, the chains stay on(???), …bad boy yoongi😀👍, honestly he is on another level of warning here don’t perceive me💀, the fluff is fluffing here like what, backstory we’ve been waiting for😗, yoongi on the phone, hand holding :’)), kissing :’)), oh god the kissing❤️🩹, there’s just a lot in both parts i’m sorry y'all drop date: dec 3rd, 2023, 4:00pm est word count: …19.1k 🚶♀️
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calling all authors!!
i have just stumbled upon the most beautiful public document i have ever laid eyes on. this also goes for anyone whose pastimes include any sort of character creation. may i present, the HOLY GRAIL:
https://www.fbiic.gov/public/2008/nov/Naming_practice_guide_UK_2006.pdf
this wonderful 88-page piece has step by step breakdowns of how names work in different cultures! i needed to know how to name a Muslim character, it has already helped me SO MUCH and i’ve known about it for all of 15 minutes!! i am thoroughly amazed and i just needed to share with you guys
Jin Guangyao, please stop meddling
HELLO THE WAY U ACTUALLY GOT ME (happy) TEARING UP LIKE 😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕 AAAAARARARRARAAA
I CANT GET OVER HOW GOOD OF AN ARTIST YOU ARE, YOUR STYLE IS SO ADORABLE
THE WAY U USED THE LIGHTING AND JUST- AAA THE POSE IS SO ON POINT TOOOOOO U DREW HER SO WELL
ALSO OCS!!!!! I'm so glad to be seeing ocs from you!!!! I'd love to learn more about them 🥺🥺💕
I'd love to have Yuu Shi mess with Kiyuu in particular eheheee >:))
I drew Yuu Shi, @boopshoops OC!!!! Because I love her!!!!! My beloved tryhard girlboss!!!!!
++Kiyuu fangirl doodle, as she does love pretty people. Sadly she traded confidence for social acceptance so she won’t say it out loud but i can bet you she is looking (respectfully).
⊱ i need him back ; hanma shuji x reader
warning: hurt no comfort, major character death, descriptions of death and grief, descriptions of kisaki's death, petnames (babe), lots of blood, descriptions of a dead body
summary: shuji just wants tetta back wc: ~1.7k
a/n: i like it sad and painful so here you go
minors dni // 18 +
A scream startled you out of a deep sleep.
It wasn’t the first time you were awoken like this and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Especially this time of the year, it always happened more frequently, almost nightly. The way the skies grew darker and the snow fell, the way it swirled around in the wind and muffled every sound, covering everything in soft white. It all made his nightmares worse, made him remember more.
“Shuji baby, it’s ok I’m right here.” You gently wrapped your arm around him, pulling him down into the warm bed. His body trembled, it trembled like this every single time.
“S-sorry for wakin’ you, babe. I just…”
“I know. No need for sorries, 'k?”
He tried to calm his breathing, tried to slow his racing heart, tried to focus on anything else. He settled his head into the pillows and stared up at the ceiling, focusing on the shadows cast by the moonlight reflecting off the snow. Snow that had been steadily drifting down from the sky all night, just like it had that day. He tried to calm his nerves, tried to settle into the warmth and reassurance of you, of your arm wrapped around him.
Shuji closed his eyes, trying to fall back into sleep, but he couldn’t escape the memories: Kisaki bloody and broken in the middle of the road. How many years had it been? He lost track. No, he forced himself to lose track, he forced himself to stop counting the minutes, the hours, the days, the years. But there he was, every time he fucking closed his eyes, every single time. Blood had never bothered him, not until it was pouring from the person who had meant more than anything to him, that he would have killed anyone for, that he would have followed to the ends of the earth.
“Shuji, baby, it’s ok.” Your whispered words dragged him back from the dizzying visions. “Wanna talk about it?”
He always talked about it. How many times had he gone over it with you? Over and over and over. You must have been able to see it just as well as he did. The sickening images of his broken body, of the blood pooling around him, of the terrified look on his face.
But still, you sat with him and listened. No matter how many times he cried and yelled and screamed. No matter how drunk he was, no matter how angry, no matter how much of an absolute wreck he was. You always listened over and over, lightly touching him, pulling him close, letting him lose himself in your arms.
“He just…” Shuji couldn’t hold back his tears any longer. He always felt fucking weak, fucking pathetic, crying in your arms over the loss of his best friend.
“I know, baby I know.” Sometimes it was all you could say. Tonight seemed to be one of those nights, and you felt useless. God what the hell could you say? ‘Shuji I know he’s gone but he loved you.’ ‘I know he’s gone but every moment you spent together was a moment he wasn’t alone, was a moment he was happy. You did that Shuji, you did that for him and he loved you.’ None of it would help though. None of it could ever bring Tetta back.
“I was so close. Just around the corner. If I had just moved faster. If I had just -“ a sob stopped him mid-sentence. A sob that broke you, broke you every time. Every time you saw the invincible Hanma Shuji, the Reaper, the man with sin and punishment on his hands, cry hysterically. He loved Tetta and he was gone and that was it.
“He was so young. He wasn’t supposed to die. Not like this. Not like this.” Broken words between tears. “We were supposed to run Tokyo together. We were supposed to be on top. The two of us.”
You pulled him closer to you and placed a kiss on his head as he buried his face in your chest, trying to fight off the desperation to see him again, to see his smile, his laugh. He remembered the first time he made him laugh. A real laugh. Shuji had felt like he won a prize — finally accomplished something. Something more than beating faces in. Making a sad, lonely boy laugh. He secretly made it his mission to see him laugh every fucking day - every day for the rest of their lives. He failed. He fucking failed. And here he was in the arms of his lover, falling to pieces for the millionth time, dying to see Kisaki Tetta’s smile.
“He… he would have loved you. Ya know? He would have.” He nuzzled his face harder into your chest, like somehow the warmth and beat of your heart could make him forget Tetta was gone.
“I would have loved him too. I do love him.” You did, of course, how could you not? He had made every single moment of the short time they spent together seem like yesterday. As if tomorrow you could walk into your living room to see them sitting on the couch laughing at some stupid joke. A joke you would never understand but you’d laugh anyway because they were happy. Because seeing them together was everything you wanted. It was what you dreamed about most nights - the man you loved and a man you had never met laughing with each other.
“I love him so much.” A choked whisper, muffled even further by the fabric of your shirt.
“He loved you.” You ran your fingers through his hair, you wished you could take his pain away, wished you could make him forget like he was desperate to.
“I never told him. I never did.”
Why would he have though? They were young, they were too young to truly grasp exactly what they were doing - the repercussions of the fighting, the manipulation, the murder. They were too young to tell each other how much they cared. They were children and it had all ended too soon.
“Sometimes…” his arms gripped you tighter. “Sometimes I wish it were me.” It wasn’t the first time he had expressed it, it wouldn’t be the last. And every single time you knew how much he meant it. How badly he wanted to switch places. How badly he wanted to be the one broken and dying in the middle of the street, confused and begging someone, anyone, to not let him die. To not let him die alone, die unloved, die scared.
Every single emotion Tetta must have went through, every single thought as his pain drifted away and his body went numb, as his pleas for life fell silent on his lips, as his eyes, desperate to see anything more than the searing pain and fear, could find no one until his vision left him. Shuji wanted to go back and take them all away.
“Do you think he looked for me? Do you think he thought of me?” Another kiss on his head, thumb wiping away the tears. Tears that had completely soaked through your shirt.
“How could he have not thought of you?” You were certain, how could Tetta not have looked for the person he trusted, for the person who had stood by him? For the person who knew him better than anyone ever had? But fuck, fuck was it hard to hold Shuji’s trembling body and tell him 'your best friend looked for you as he lay dying.' Because that meant Tetta never found him, that meant Tetta had to go through it as he had gone through most of his life — alone and in pain. You knew Shuji knew. How could he not? The fear of death that had contorted Tetta's face had seared itself in Shuji’s mind.
“He looked for me.” Another sob, his body heaving. “He needed me. He fucking needed me and I was too busy fucking around with Draken to even think about him.”
“You couldn’t have -“
“No. I should have known. I should have fuckin’ known. I knew everything. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to happen. His plans always worked one way or another. His plan was perfect. He wasn’t supposed to die.” Shuji's trembling worsened, his breathing became more labored, the words he spoke only making the pain harder to bare.
“Tetta was perfect. He was so fuckin’ smart. He didn’t need me like I needed him.” He said it louder than he wanted to. Words he kept to himself, words he hated to admit. How much he had needed Tetta, how much he still needed him years later. Shuji, even after all this time, still couldn’t see himself without Tetta, still couldn’t imagine his life alone.
“He could have been here with us right now. He could have. He should be. This is where he belongs. Not dead.” His grip tightened even more, to the point of pain, to the point that perhaps you could feel even the slightest amount of pain he felt. Maybe that was what he wanted, to push his pain onto you. A burden you would happily bear for Shuji.
“He was baby, he was perfect and brilliant. I know.” Your own tears welled up, your own voice wavering.
“I want him back, I need him back.” He pulled away from you. Pulled away from the only comfort in his life. Pulled away and curled up in a ball, tucking his face into his knees.
You laid there and stared at the ceiling, giving him space but dying to comfort him more. Dying to wrap your arms around him and just fall back to sleep.
“This… this will hurt forever wont it? Being stuck here without him.” It would, it would always hurt. He would always see him like that, always see Kisaki Tetta’s twisted limbs, bloody face, wide eyed stare into nothingness, crumpled in the middle of the street as snow drifted down, as snow slowly began to cover everything. A death shroud. Snow would always be death to him now. Snow would always be pain and despair and death.
“He was alone. He was always alone.”
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(INTO THE PIT SPOILERS.)
Oh … oh that’s our first game appearance of William and Henry.
According to DJ Sterf, there is a "fair amount" of FNaF projects coming out in '24 and '25 that haven't been teased yet!
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