REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! Questions too, ask me anything as long as it’s not personal.
For this blog, I’m only accepting YMTHaH requests.
You can request anything but NSFW.
I can TRY and write about the extra characters but I cannot guaranteed I’ll write them well like the main cast.
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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! Like— 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
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 listen…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 couldn’t 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. That’s 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-Hi…"
"Phoebe! J-Just now…we weren’t…"
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-I’m sorry, but I’m already on my way to leave."
Phoebe frowned sadly. "Aw really?"
"Yeah…but we’ll all be together at the festival, so…" he trailed off, not knowing when to stop his sentence or continue. But seeing Phoebe’s 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 didn’t 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 room…" 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 he’s 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 don’t have experience, but that’s okay! He doesn’t 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, you’re being unreasonable."
And that was the nail that hit the coffin. "I’m being unreasonable?" The audacity that he has was so laughable he can’t 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 couldn’t 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 he’s special. He doesn’t 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, that’s 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 shouldn’t 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. You’re 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, and…um…" 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, I’m not even talking to that person anymore, am I? That 'you' in the game, whatever you want to call them…" 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. "I’m 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 don’t 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 don’t even know if you’re a boy or a girl…" He looked back at the screen, and smiled sweetly. "Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter—" 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 I’m aware that this is all a game, right? Could it be possible that you didn’t know that?" He sighed and slouched his shoulders. "That doesn’t make much sense…I even told you right on the game’s download page, didn’t I?" not sensing a response, he let out a tiny giggle. "Man…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, anyway…" He curled his fingers once more and placed them underneath his chin, and stared directly into your eyes. "Now that that’s out of the way, I guess I owe you an explanation."
He smiled softly. "About that whole thing with Zeke…"
"Well…I kind of started to mess with him, and I guess it just drove him to kill himself!" He couldn’t help but giggle, the audacity of it all was just too entertaining for Khol. "I’m sorry you had to see that, though. Also, the same thing happened with Phoebe…" Her name rolled off his tongue with ease. He hasn’t said her name in so long, it made him smile and tilt his head. "Gosh, it’s been a while since you’ve heard the name now, hasn’t 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. "Yeah…it’s because she doesn’t 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 wasn’t 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 possible…but for some reason, nothing worked." He sighed. "Well, it’s true that I made a few mistakes here and there…since I’m not very good at making changes to the game. But no matter what I did…" 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 didn’t work. "I thought making Phoebe more and more depressed would prevent her from confessing to you." He slightly pouted. "And amplifying Zeke’s obsessive personality backfired, too…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 this…? Are all the other members just programmed to end up confessing to you, while I watch from the sidelines? It’s torture. Every…minute of it. And it’s not just jealousy. It’s more than that…" 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. It’s not real, but at this moment, he can only pretend. He can only hope that your hand is soft, that it’s real, that it’s actually yours. "And I don’t blame you for not understanding. Because no matter how kind, and thoughtful, and considerate you are…" He smiled softly. "You’ll never be able to understand one thing…it’s 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 don’t even have free will…and, worst of all, knowing that’s really out there, in your world, forever out of my reach…" His grip on your hand tightened, and he finally looked at you with a wide, but forced smile. "I’m trapped. But now you’re here. You’re real. And you’re wonderful. You’re all I need…that’s why I need you to be here with me forever. I’m sorry if it’s 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 aren’t 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..."
"Play with me..."
"PLAY WITH ME!!!"
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A/N: when your two favorite visual novel games combine ❤️🩹
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 🥹)
(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 I’m doing both in the same post. I miss writing about those two cuties so I had a lot of fun writing this.
"Missed you…!”
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 you’re 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.
‘Come see me. I’m free.’
Now, you didn’t exactly know what kind of reaction you would get. But you surely didn’t 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 didn’t 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 don’t know. But it doesn’t 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 couldn’t 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 that…"
"No, you don’t have to…! It might be Phoebe, you can answer her later…"
You smiled. "What if it’s 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 he’s making sure nothing interrupts you both again.
"So beautiful…"
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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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. That’s 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 isn’t 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, don’t 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, don’t they?" He looked back at the tank, and noticed how the more “chill” 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: it’s been a while since I wrote them, so hopefully it turned out well
A/N: hmmm…I guess consider this my 195 followers special before we reach 200.
Khol will always hide things from you. He convinces himself that this is the only way to protect you, to shield you from the truths that will eventually hurt. So when he’s holding your hand under the beautiful, moonlit sky, inside some abandoned building that’s broken beautifully, he can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, he can tell you those things. He can tell you what has been weighing on his heart. But that look on your face made him reconsider. After all, it’s a special day. Why should he ruin this? So instead, he swallows his secrets, and holds both your hands, where he gives you his signature charming smile.
“You’re beautiful, honey.”
And he guides you. Step by step, rhythm with rhythm. His hand holding your waist, the other lacing around yours, and the sound of his fancy dress shoes hitting the pavement with every step that he takes with you. Except they aren’t steps. It’s dancing. Dancing under the beautiful moon that’s shining above the open window. A beautiful, colorful pattern that makes anyone pause on their tracks and admire the beautiful art of the window. But that isn’t his focus. His focus is on you. You are the only thing that matters to him, the only thing that keeps him living. Fuck living forever, he can’t bear the thought of you dying before him. He will rather torture the gods than let that happen. Kissing your knuckles, he spins you once, twice, before he gently dips your body, and watches as you close your eyes. No movements, no twitches. Just stillness. If this was the only way to keep you safe from the truth, then he will do this a thousand more times. He smiled gently at your unconscious body, and spoke in that gentle, soft tone, his veil seemingly flowing through over his head and covering both him and you. Like it was trying to shield his secrets from the world as well.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything hurt you anymore. Rest now.”
Zeke, who seemed awfully tense the whole time. There wasn’t a ceremony, there weren't loved ones impatiently waiting at their seats for the wedding to start. It was just you and him, standing underneath an old tree that was rustling secrets and memories. Like it was whispering in his ear. Whispering that he will regret this till the day he dies. But he ignores those pleas. He ignores the warnings. All he’s focused on is you. His beloved. He’s holding you like you’re delicate, like you are about to shatter and break in his arms because of how hideous his other side is.
He’s shaking. Why can’t he stop shaking? All he can do is squeeze his thumb on his palm, and take this moment to inhale your scent, to take in all of this. He honestly doesn’t know what to do or say. It’s quiet, it’s peaceful, the stars are shining and seemingly screaming your name. Like the sky wants to take you away from him. Why can’t he ever keep the ones he loves? Eventually, he just hugs you tighter, and can only mutter a few words.
“I’m sorry.”
He can’t tell what your expression is since he’s hugging you from behind. But he knows you’re disappointed. His ugly side is hard to forgive, that’s for sure. He wants to make it right, but what can he really do? He held one of your hands, and inspected the wedding ring that seemed to taunt him. Like it was a reminder at what he lost, at the stupid mistake he made. Cause in return, he lost you. His ugly side was meant to be hidden.
“If I never told you, would you still accept my hand? Till death do us part?”
Phoebe, who only wanted to love you, to cherish you, to treat you like how you are supposed to be treated. Her tragic end was never meant to go like this, and she wonders if you will miss her. If you visit this place and wonder, how is she doing? Is she well? Is she in pain? And every time she thinks of those questions, they always fade away. Like some letters on the sand that the waves washed off. When she turns around to stare at the empty church, she will notice you. She will notice how you sit in one of the empty, abandoned seats, how you clasp your hands together and stay quiet. Like you’re praying. She never took you as the religious type.
And then she watches with a blank expression as you stand up, and grab a hold of her waist. Even after all this, you still wanted to twirl her around, let her show off that wedding dress that cost a fortune. To let her show off the flowing veil that trails behind her like flowers blooming. And when you spin her around, she becomes the luckiest girl in the world. If only she could feel your warmth. To feel your warm touch embrace her cold body, and never pull away. When she’s done showing off her beauty to the gods, she cups your face and whispers something in your ear. It was so soft that only a tiny little mouse would be able to pick up what she said. But you could.
“My dear, please don’t forget me.”
Oh, how could you forget a woman like her? You don’t respond. You never do when she’s whispering like this. It was like she was about to reveal a secret that will make you take it to the grave. Do you swear that you’ll keep it? You better lock it in your pocket then if you value your life. Because of those breathless whispers, you have to be wary of everything. You have no choice but to watch as she backs away from your warmth, and welcomes the cold with open arms, her white, ghostly veil expanding and spreading around her like a blanket. Will you see her again?
I was just scrolling the “character qna” of YMTHAH and I found the one of if Khol was a dad. It was supper cute and I was wondering if you could make a fanfiction of khol x reader or a headcanon of being parents and having kids? I enjoy reading your fantiction of ymthah and the characters you write them of.
also, it is okay if you can include Zeke and Phoebe in this? It’s okay if you don’t have to.
Them as Parents !
Khol, Zeke, and Phoebe x Reader
YMTHaH
Fluff !
No Warnings
Headcanons
A/N: I remember seeing that! Omg, it was so cute I wanted to cry. Enjoy this simple writing <3 I really enjoyed writing this.
Khol
As it was mentioned, he would do his very best to raise his child to not turn out like him. He loves his kid as much as he loves you, so that means lots of gifts, love, and a lot of pampering. He’s those types of dads where he physically forces you to lay back down in the middle of the night when your baby is crying, insisting that he got it and that you should be resting.
Sometimes, when it’s your turn to put the baby to sleep, he can’t help but just admire you. The way you handle his child, the way you stare at them with love and adoration makes his smile wobble and hearts literally appear on top of his head. If you look closely, it seems like some strands of his hair are formed into small hearts, making him look rather adorable from a distance. He honestly never thought that a monster like him would ever have a child. Especially with someone as special as you.
He’s definitely the type to take a picture of both you and the baby when you end up falling asleep with them and have it as his lock screen. The best part? He loves bragging about it to Phoebe and Zeke. He literally tells them everything. When you were pregnant, when you both were seeing what gender the baby was, when you were due, and when his baby was finally born. He can’t help but grin so widely when he scrolls picture after picture of his baby eating, his baby playing with you, or when he’s just doing nothing. He can’t help it, he loves them so much. He would love that baby so much that he can’t help but ask you if you want to try for another one while hugging you from behind and placing his hands on your stomach. Will you agree?
"I’m so unbelievably happy right now…"
Zeke
Zeke will of course be very happy that he has a child with you. He never thought that he would have a family, let alone, actually be happy for once in his life. So when your child was born, he almost cried. Almost. As a father, he would do his best to care for that baby and make sure that you are loved at the same time. Same as Khol, he would insist that you stay in bed and recover if you are just being discharged from the hospital, and gently kiss your forehead so you can relax.
With you, he started learning to express himself with words a little. When you’re holding your cute baby and watching as it falls asleep, he comes to you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, his soft gaze landing on the sleeping baby that definitely got your nose and his hair color. He can’t help but wrap his arms around you, and plant a gentle kiss on your cheek. And finally, he speaks softly into your ear. Just low enough where the baby won’t wake up.
"I love you. I’m so happy that our baby is proof of that."
Just like Khol, he would have both you and the baby as his lockscreen on his phone. But it would be those high quality pictures that are taken by a professional. So when he’s stressed or tired, all he has to do is open his phone and stare at the picture of you smiling, and their baby looking at the camera with saliva dripping down their chin, and their tiny fist in their mouth. Somehow, it always helps him calm down and feel better. But it just makes him miss you more. He would be pretty content with just one baby, but if you ask for another, he doesn’t mind.
Phoebe ! (shhh…ignore Zeke there…)
She’s just a sweetheart. She’s a mixture of Khol and Zeke, where she can’t help but announce to the world that she’s officially a mama to the cutest baby in the world! That means that her entire gallery will just be filled with baby pictures, and you just doing the bare minimum. You could be changing your baby and Phoebe would just squeal and say you look so cute doing what you needed to do. It’s both funny and entertaining. When your baby is crying in the middle of the night and you go to check on them, not only does she volunteer to help, but actually stays really close to your side so she can watch everything. She even offers to sleep with the baby.
As a parent, she’s the doting type. She can’t help but be distracted by her baby’s cuteness. So she’s always pampering her sweet baby with kisses, and talking in that usual high pitch voice that you use when you’re talking to a dog or a newborn. She would get used to that type of tone so much that she would accidentally use it on Zeke or Khol. Her mother instincts just kick in randomly sometimes, but can’t you blame her? Being a mother has got to be the best thing that has currently happened to her, and you being the parent of her child makes it ten times better.
Sometimes, she would want to hold you and the baby. So all three of you would just lay together, while Phoebe traces some patterns across your palm, and stares at you with a gentle smile, just thinking about all the events that had led up to this moment.
"Thank you for this opportunity, dear."
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A/N: gulp…almost 200 followers…chat should I do something special?
could you write something that could maybe be a little suggestive if not fully nsfw? I was thinking what if he, when he was human and dating a conscious mc, walked in on mc changing? He would be very funny about it i think.
I’m sorry!
Khol x Reader
YMTHAH
Fluff and a little suggestive
Word Count: 634
Warnings: Mentions of being half naked, I guess?
A/N: the more julian draws zeke the more i feel attracted towards him he draws him so deliciously
Khol respects your boundaries, so he does anything to make sure you are comfortable. He may be clingy, but he has his limits. He’s respectful. Men like that are pretty rare. Today was the day he was gonna take you out. His little treat. Why? Well, can’t he spoil his lover for no reason? Besides, you both haven’t seen each other in a while, so it would be romantic to catch up and stuff. He was currently waiting in your living room, his eyes focused on his phone screen, which had a photo of you from a few months ago. He can’t help but always finds ways to look at you. It can be through a window, on his phone, or even some random polaroid photo that he found in your room.
But you were taking your sweet time. It was almost worrying.
At first, he tried brushing it off, thinking that maybe you were stuck choosing what shirt to bring, or if your hair looked right, but were you that type of person? Well, he did make reservations for the restaurant, so he was a little worried because you both are about to be late. Then he made the rational decision to check on you. Who knows, maybe you wanted to ask for his help but you forgot your phone somewhere. As he made his way to your room, he instantly noticed that the small lock on your doorknob wasn’t turned, signaling that your bedroom door was indeed unlocked. Did something actually happen?? Oh my god, if it did, he feels so stupid for being in your living room doing nothing but admiring pictures of you. The guilt is gonna eat him alive. His steps grew faster, and faster, until he grabbed the doorknob with a bit too much force and slammed open the door.
“Honey, are you?!—“
And he froze.
There you were, half naked, with your hands occupied with holding two shirts that he remembers seeing you wear before with him. But that isn’t the problem. The problem is that he walked in on you changing. Your bare back was facing him, your smooth skin glowing under the light, your gaze shifting to look at a shocked and flustered Khol. He didn’t know whether to scream or apologize profusely. So he did both. “HOLY—“ He fumbled for the lock on your door, turned it, and slammed the door shut in front of him, his ears turning a cherry red and his body trembling. “I am sorry! Oh my god, I am actually so sorry! I didn’t mean to look! I thought something happened, y-you took so long!” And he just kept blabbering a bunch of sorrys until you just couldn’t understand him anymore. It was like he was mumbling to himself. And you could have sworn you heard him say he's such an idiot.
After the embarrassment died down, he managed to calm himself down by just doing nothing for a while. Well, you were definitely beautiful without clothes. Then he thought back on your bare back. The sudden urge to trace his fingertips across your bare skin is starting to invade his mind, and every time he thinks about it, he can’t help but feel…excited. Not like that. He loves every part of you. Every part that makes you human. God, he loves you so much. When you finished getting ready, you met him in the living room and couldn’t help but laugh at the state he was in. It was clear he was still embarrassed about earlier, but something else was clearly bothering him. When you tried asking him, he just blushed profusely and shook his head, saying that you guys are gonna be late.
Did you tell Zeke and Phoebe what happened? Yeah. Why wouldn’t you?
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A/N: why can’t Zeke and Khol be happy this is torture
Hi! this is my first time requesting ˃͈◡˂͈ so uhh How would the YMTHAH trio (Zeke, Khol and Phoebe) react with a s/o that has a personality like Kanade from pjsk?
I ran out of title ideas!
Khol, Zeke, and Phoebe x Reader
YMTHaH
Fluff with Angst
Headcanons
Warnings: Mentions of starvation, neglecting your health
A/N: You’re so lucky I played project sekai religiously. I don’t know if you meant Kanade in the beginning or her now so I just chose the first one. My first request for YMTHaH !! Hope you enjoy ^^!
Context: Kanade Yoisaki is a quiet, compassionate, and antisocial songwriter from Project Sekai who dedicates her life to composing music, driven by a deep desire to "save" people. She often neglects her own health—ignoring sleep and eating—due to a "savior complex" stemming from guilt over her father’s past hospitalization.
Khol 🖤 (that pic is ironically one of my favorite)
Khol has probably never dealt with a super compassionate person before. He never actually knew someone like that could exist till you appeared in his life. And he loves you so much, so so so much. But the way you easily neglect your health for other people doesn’t sit right with him. Like, come on! You have a literal boyfriend who cooks for you and is an excellent cook to be specific, and you actually ignore his meals that he put so much effort into making for you? Now he knows that something is really wrong.
First, he would try and coax you out your room, try and convince you that what you are doing isn’t healthy, and whatever happened to you in the past wasn’t your fault, and it isn’t your job to “help” people. Eventually, he will stop coaxing you and actually try and guilt trip you. He starts off small, saying that he misses you, that he wants to hang out with you again. And then he’ll hold you while you’re on your computer from behind, and start to gently whisper to you. He’ll ask you if it will all be worth it by the time you finish? If this will give you what you want? And if this is more important than your own boyfriend? He uses words that he knows affects you, that will make you rethink your decision about it all.
Of course, if that doesn’t work, physical force is necessary. When you refuse to even acknowledge him, he picks you up with ease and takes you out the room so you can at least eat something. He will let you work, but it really does kill him to see you starve yourself. He will sit there with you for hours, he doesn’t care. He’s making you eat whether you want to or not.
Overall, he uses a lot of methods to get you out of that mindset of yours. It may seem bad, but he really does care about you. Right?
Zeke 💛
Zeke may not really express himself through his words, he shows through his minimal expressions and worried glances. Khol supports you. But what kills him is that he doesn’t have the heart to stop you from doing what you apparently love to do. Maybe it’s because he feels guilty for what you’ve been through, or because he loves you too much, but he just can’t bring himself to stop you. All because of his love for you. Eventually, he would realize how much you are damaging yourself by ignoring your meals and the lack of sleep, so he would try and fix it secretly. When he wants you to sleep, he slips something into your drink. It’s wrong and he 100% knows that. But if he asked you to sleep, would you even listen?
Food wise though, that’s a challenge. He tried asking, and you said you didn’t have time. He tried leaving it there for you. Didn’t work either. He figured that maybe if he fed you himself, you might actually eat it. So he asked Khol if he could make him some meals. Just something quick and simple so you can finish it without making a mess or removing your attention away from whatever you are doing at home. So he would nudge a spoon or a fork to your lips, and continue doing it until you eventually force yourself to open your mouth and accept the food. Once he found out that worked, it's all he does. He loves how compassionate you are, but your savior complex is a little confusing to him. Why do you have the desire to help people? He has no choice but to continue this cycle till you eventually either get tired of him, or you realize how badly you’re hurting yourself. Which might not happen.
He just wishes he said something sooner.
Phoebe 🧡
This girl would trade the world for you. She will do anything just for you. But oh my god, she needs to nail some sense into you. When she learned of your savior complex, and how your compassion caused you to neglect your health, she didn’t know whether to slap you or hug you. When she saw first hand at how horrible your savior complex got, she made it her mission to make you realize that there’s more to life than just sitting in your room composing music for everybody. She may be a girl, but she can definitely drag your ass outside. And she sadly does that. She would grab your arm and physically force you to go outside with her. At least have one drink with her. If you continue persisting, she just won’t listen to you anymore.
After some time, that anger will turn into sadness. Why can’t you understand that you’re hurting yourself over this compassion of yours? And she tries. She really tries. But all it does is frustrate her. Her reaction? She tries her best to see your point of view, and does her best to get you to socialize. Eventually, when you do get better, she will actually hug you tightly and pamper your sweet face with kisses. Then force Khol to make you something to eat.
A/N: i know…it’s not Valentine’s Day…but I couldn’t help it…I was gonna do just Khol and move on but I love Phoebe and I need more content for her. I NEED HER TO HAVE MORE ATTENTION the only art I could find for her is just the Polaroid im sorry for the quality 🥀
Khol !
Khol would be very ecstatic to spend the holiday with you. Not only can he really show you how much he loves you, but it gives him the perfect excuse to spoil the shit out of you. Literally the first thing in the morning, you see a very lovely breakfast there on the table with a love note from Khol. Nothing too big. Yet. Just a simple "I love you <3" and his initials in the corner. It’s definitely sweet and kind, and he even made your favorite! How could you refuse such an offer?
While you’re working, he comes to work and surprises you with flowers that he picked out himself. They are beautiful, and he stands there telling you each meaning of the flowers with puppy dog eyes. He wasn’t able to tell you everything because your manager just kicked him out, but he did the call signal with his hands, and flashed you a grin before darting out the store. When you go on break, you immediately get a call from your beloved boyfriend, who’s just gushing about how he’s so excited to see your reaction when you get home, and he hopes you’re prepared because even if you see those gifts, he has more stuff prepared for you.
By the time you get home, you do see a load of gifts piled up on your bed, and each of them having a small sticky note that described each gift. He got these gifts because it was either something you wanted for a while, or it just reminded him of you. When you finish unwrapping the gifts, he pops out from the corner and flashes you a wide grin. "Sooo? Did you like them?" He coos, his pitch black hair falling over his shoulders as he stared down at you with love and adoration. When you smiled back at him and nod, he has this giant goofy grin that creeps up to his handsome features, and crush you into a tight hug while he inhales into your hair. He found comfort in your scent. It was comforting, it was human, it was you. His final surprise was making your favorite dinner, with the cliche candle light standing in the middle of the table with a white cloth, and rose pedals leading up to the chair. It was definitely corny, but it was sweet. He did all this for you. While staring at the dinner table, you couldn’t help but smile, and cup his cheek as you lean in for a kiss, to which he eagerly leans forward as well. Your lips press together softly, creating this soft, vulnerable moment where it was just the two of you.
"Happy Valentine’s Day, honey."
Zeke !
Unlike Khol, Zeke prefers to spend the holiday with you quietly. Nothing too big, but not too small either. With just his actions alone, you can tell he cares about you because of the things he bought you. Your favorite brand of chocolates, your favorite flowers that you had mentioned once, and even managed to take you to your favorite restaurant that you’ve been wanting to go for a while now.
He’s not a man of many words, but the way he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb can mean many things. Or even how he never lets go of your hand, like he’s secretly showing off to the world that you are his, and that makes him feel a little proud. Can’t you tell? Maybe not with that tiny smile creeping up to his face, but if you look closely, you can tell! He likes to sit there and listen to you rant about literally anything. Your work, how stingy your boss is, how you got into a fight with a friend, just anything. And he’s there for you. He nods a few times, chuckles when you say something out of pocket, and smiles when you add a good conclusion to something horrible that happened to you. By the time you finish, he sits up straighter and stares into your eyes. Like he was trying to figure something out, or maybe wait for the right moment.
Then he smiles again. Softer this time. "I’m lucky to have met you."
It’s pretty rare to hear him talk like this since he will rather show you he loves you through his actions. But hearing him say those words in that soft voice of his never fails to make you melt and blush like crazy. When you both finish dinner, it’s already more later in the evening, and the stars have greeted the night sky with urgency. You thought the day was over. But for Zeke? It wasn’t. He ended up taking you to a small spot where the night sky is clearer, and you can see everything when you look up. You never really notice this, but Zeke loves to admire you when you aren’t looking. And under the dim light of the stars? You were breath taking. Especially with how your eyes twinkled underneath the stars. Without thinking, he reached his hand out and cupped your cheek, making you avert your gaze from the stars to him. Using both hands to cup your face, he leaned forward and softly kissed your forehead, his blonde wicks falling over and tickling your face.
"I hope you enjoyed your Valentines."
Phoebe ! (IDK HER PERSONALITY IM SORRY IF I GOT IT WRONG)
Phoebe seems like the type to do what Khol and Zeke do. She wants to spoil you rotten, but she wants it where it’s just a quiet evening with you. She wants to be the only person who can see you like this. So happy, so calm, and so loved. So she’ll leave little gifts for you, small notes around your house talking about her favorite things about you, and end it with a beautiful gift. A gift that you had wanted for a while. But when you tried bringing it up, Phoebe just gives you this wide smile and say nothing. You never knew why she did that till now, and it makes your heart melt that she saved this gift until Valentine’s Day. Once you look at everything, she showers you with affection. Pampering you with kisses, hugging you from behind, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, and squealing at how happy she is to spend the holiday with you.
By the end of the day, she’s lying in bed with you, her sparkling ginger hair sprawled on the pillow as she looked at you with a gentle smile. Your hand was laced around hers, and every now and then she would gently rub the back of your hand with her nail. It felt really peaceful. There was no sound besides your soft breathing, and Phoebe humming every now and then when she squeezes your hand. Eventually, she broke the silence with her gentle tone. "You’re amazing, you know that?"
You chuckle, and she giggles back.
She brings your hand closer to her lips, and kisses your knuckles with softness, while smiling against your skin and tugging you a bit closer to her side. Once she felt your shoulder brush against hers, she sighed in satisfaction. Without another word, she reaches at her nightstand and grabs a single piece of chocolate, making you look at it so you can see what type it is. It’s your favorite. You tried reaching for it, but she just pulled it back and winked. You knew what she wanted, she was just clingy like that. You rolled your eyes playfully, and eventually leaned forward to press your lips softly against hers.
With a lot of thinking, I have decided that from now on, all my YMTHaH work will be on my second blog!!
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So if you request YMTHaH on this blog, I won’t post it here but instead on my second blog. I’m not quitting don’t worry, I just want to make a separate account.
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