Hello!! Im Michuru, writer and artist! I hope you find solace within my works. This is a SFW blog! (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)
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Fluff, Slice of life, romance, sfw stuff in general, suggestive, light gore, moderate swearing, angst, mentions of alcohol/sexual stuff, flirting, etc.
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You stand in front of rows and rows of premium clothing. When you said you seriously needed to change out your old wardrobe, you didn’t exactly have this in mind. But what did you expect when you decided to tell Aventurine of all people about it? The obvious answer is that he’s going to treat you! And spoil you. And make sure you wont be lacking in outfits any time soon.
“So.. should I go with a more grayish color or the more beige-like color for this kind of clothes?” You ask, feeling the fabric of the sleeves.
You didnt shop for clothes much, let alone at a place so extravagant. As a result you’re a bit inexperienced. Luckily this kind lady working here decided to tag along with you and Aventurine and help out!
“Both of them are sure to look wonderful on you, dear customer! Why dont you try them on in the changing room?” The lady smiles at you politely, offering a hand towards the dressing rooms.
You sigh. She was really nice, but her remarks weren’t really helpful when faced with difficult choices. Aventurine’s voice cuts through your thoughts-
“Ah. Whats wrong, friend? Having trouble deciding?”
“I guess? I mean, I can think of a set of pants that goes good with both of these..”
Aventurine laughs, “Then why pick and choose? Its on my card anyway. We’ll take both!” He gestures to the lady employee beside you.
The lady’s smile falters. “A-Are you sure? The customer-”
“I said, we’ll take both.” Aventurine repeats steadily before you could speak up.
You swallow.
Before you left with a ridiculous amount of bags (only because a certain someone insisted on practically buying half of the store for you), the lady employee shyly taps on your shoulder.
“Ahem. Um.” She fiddles around with a slip of paper in her hand. “Please wait…!”
Aventurine places a hand behind your back as you turn, subtly narrowing his eyes. She ignores the unsaid warning.
“M-my number.” She extends the slip paper to you, and you gave her a look of surprise. “Please come back soon..! We’ll be having a sale next weekend…”
“I see. In that case, friend-” Aventurine tilts his head into your field of vision, ignoring the girl before him. “Why dont we come back then and I’ll get you something extra special?”
“Seriously? I have enough clothes to last me a decade here!” You point at the bags he’s holding for you.
“Its my treat. Besides, I’ll be taking you somewhere special that day, and special occasions call for special clothing- wouldn’t you say?” Aventurine hums as he drags you away, giving you no room to argue. “Now, you must be terribly hungry? I know a place where we can get some really good lobster..”
“Ack- wait- Aventurine!” You protest, you didnt even agree to hang out with him that day!
“Oh, and this?” He gently pries the slip of paper given to you by the girl away from your hand. “You wont be needing this.”
In one swift motion, the thing is crumpled with more force than necessary, and thrown in a nearby trashcan distastefully.
“..Wha- hey! You cant just do that!!”
♟️ Jing Yuan
“Still nothing?” You ask sternly, and the private detective before you shook their head solemnly.
“Im afraid not. But rest assured we’re sure to get a lead. Its only been a day.” They scratch the back of their neck. “Im sure they’re fine, you say this is a common occurrence?”
“So? Its been a day. Already.”
You normally would be far more lenient and patient, but this current missing persons case was.. personal. It involved your trouble-making nephew, whom you have a love hate relationship with. The boy always liked getting himself into trouble and leaving without a trace, but this is the first time he’s straight up disappeared for a whole day.
You were stressed enough as it is working directly under the Divine Foresight, and now your nephew decided to go missing on you. Just your luck…
“Are you sure you dont want to properly file this case to the cloud knights?” The private detective asks.
You nod firmly. “Yes. I dont want to end up troubling the General.”
Its not that you didnt trust Jing Yuan. You’ve been working under him faithfully since a long, long time in addition to having been his childhood friend. Its also for that reason you didnt want to trouble him with something like this- he already has enough burdens as is.
“..Oh? Dont want to trouble me with what?” A lazy voice piques up from behind you almost making you jump. “Now Im curious.”
“General-!” Both you and the detective take a step back, to which Jing Yuan offers a small smile.
“Has something happened, [Name]?” He tilts his head at you in inquiry.
“No, nothing to worry about.” You shake your head quickly. “Its a personal matter-”
“Mm? Is that so?” Jing Yuan puts on a thoughtful expression. Then he shrugs. “In that case, I’ll be on my way..”
“Sir-!” The detective began, earning a glare from you when Jing Yuan’s gaze falls to them. “U-uh.. well, its just..”
You sigh. Its only expected, the private detective comes from a small agency that has way too many cases on their hands due to their generous prices. They were swamped. No wonder the detective was so adamant you report this case to the cloud knights instead.
“My nephew has gone missing. Again.” You state. “Thats why I hired a private detective to help me find him.”
“I see. You’ve mentioned the boy before.” Jing Yuan remains unbothered, and you’re starting to think nothing can faze him at this point. “Given the circumstance. Would you mind if the cloud knights take over this investigation instead? This gentleman over here-” He gestures towards the detective, “Is not well equipped enough to deal with this situation effectively.”
“Please, you dont have to.” You began.
The general raises a brow. “Ah, do you doubt the ability of our investigators? Then allow me to personally-”
“Jing Yuan!” You warn quietly, he was definitely messing with you. He grins when you say his name. “..Lets talk in private, please.” You turn to the detective. “I’ll keep you updated. Please put this case on standby.” You drag Jing Yuan away quickly without another word.
“Whats with you?” You hiss once you two were out of an earshot.
“Mm? I was just surprised you didnt come to me first on this matter.” Jing Yuan replied earnestly. He really was bothered (even though his face showed no trace of such emotion)- he was hurt even, that you didn’t trust him with your burdens- childish, yes, but the feeling is real. “You dont seem surprised your nephew got himself in trouble.”
“You know how he is. Even so. He’s a clever kid, getting himself in and out of trouble without a scratch..” Your pinch the bridge of your nose. “..Im still worried though. Its because of that he never learns to behave.”
“I know.” Jing Yuan’s voice grows softer. “We’ll find him. Next time though, tell me when something happens.”
“So insistent..”
“Dont blame me, I like to be the one spending time with you.”
“..And shameless, apparently.”
Jing Yuan hums. He’ll convince you to depend on him one way or another. After all, you dont need anyone else now that he’s here, right? He kept you close for the rest of the day.
☀️ Phainon
He has been standing here for twenty minutes now. Phainon is very glad you’re getting along with the stall owner, but today was supposed to be his day with you, not theirs!
You have an unfortunate habit of not being able to stop talking once you start, and its something Phainon loves about you- it’s absolutely adorable, really! He loves everything about his partner. Its just.. it doesnt nearly feel as good as it does when you talk the day away with someone other than him.
Was Phainon being unreasonable? Sure, maybe a little, though both you and him know he hardly ever gets to spend time with you these days! Your schedule rarely overlaps with his and today it finally does.. and what do you choose? To waste the day away with this random person!!! Phainon could feel his hand twitch as if it wanted to snatch you away, but he doesnt. Not yet.
For now he keeps a sweet and superficial smile plastered on his face, the last thing he wants is you worrying about him and ruining your joyous mood.
He’s willing to wait for you, however long it takes. ..Until the stall owner decides to carelessly sling an arm over your shoulder, laughing after you cracked a particularly good joke.
Phainon’s hand flies to your wrist in record time, tugging you away from the man. His grip is near punishing, but he’s sure to apologize to you later.
“Ha ha! Partner, that was a good one.” He forces another smile. Kinder this time, just for you. “But dont you think we should get going? After all, I promised to treat you to some of my home made dinner and we’ve yet to even buy the ingredients!”
“Oh, right-” And you were none the wiser to the inner turmoil churning deep within Phainon’s stomach. “Yeah, he’s right. We gotta go. See you next time!” You wave goodbye to the stall owner as Phainon practically drags you away.
(..Next time?)
After a while, you turn to Phainon. “He seemed like a nice guy, what do you think? Who knew I had so much in common with him.”
“Oh? Really? Thats what you think, partner?” Phainon doesnt look at you, his grip on you only growing tighter.
You frown slightly, and that made him feel bad. “Phainon?”
“Hey, dont worry about it. I guess all those sleepless nights finally caught up to me huh?” He laughs, pulling you a little closer. “Right. Want to stay the night?”
“Oh. Sure.” You nod, and only then does he loosen his death grip on you.
Just what has gotten into him today?
A/N: I was so busy writing for specific characters, i forgot how much i missed this format. I still write for hsr dw!!!
I cant picture jing yuan being super jealous, but i wanted to write for him anyway bc i havent in a while. When will he get more screen time i miss my bby :(
You stand in front of rows and rows of premium clothing. When you said you seriously needed to change out your old wardrobe, you didn’t exactly have this in mind. But what did you expect when you decided to tell Aventurine of all people about it? The obvious answer is that he’s going to treat you! And spoil you. And make sure you wont be lacking in outfits any time soon.
“So.. should I go with a more grayish color or the more beige-like color for this kind of clothes?” You ask, feeling the fabric of the sleeves.
You didnt shop for clothes much, let alone at a place so extravagant. As a result you’re a bit inexperienced. Luckily this kind lady working here decided to tag along with you and Aventurine and help out!
“Both of them are sure to look wonderful on you, dear customer! Why dont you try them on in the changing room?” The lady smiles at you politely, offering a hand towards the dressing rooms.
You sigh. She was really nice, but her remarks weren’t really helpful when faced with difficult choices. Aventurine’s voice cuts through your thoughts-
“Ah. Whats wrong, friend? Having trouble deciding?”
“I guess? I mean, I can think of a set of pants that goes good with both of these..”
Aventurine laughs, “Then why pick and choose? Its on my card anyway. We’ll take both!” He gestures to the lady employee beside you.
The lady’s smile falters. “A-Are you sure? The customer-”
“I said, we’ll take both.” Aventurine repeats steadily before you could speak up.
You swallow.
Before you left with a ridiculous amount of bags (only because a certain someone insisted on practically buying half of the store for you), the lady employee shyly taps on your shoulder.
“Ahem. Um.” She fiddles around with a slip of paper in her hand. “Please wait…!”
Aventurine places a hand behind your back as you turn, subtly narrowing his eyes. She ignores the unsaid warning.
“M-my number.” She extends the slip paper to you, and you gave her a look of surprise. “Please come back soon..! We’ll be having a sale next weekend…”
“I see. In that case, friend-” Aventurine tilts his head into your field of vision, ignoring the girl before him. “Why dont we come back then and I’ll get you something extra special?”
“Seriously? I have enough clothes to last me a decade here!” You point at the bags he’s holding for you.
“Its my treat. Besides, I’ll be taking you somewhere special that day, and special occasions call for special clothing- wouldn’t you say?” Aventurine hums as he drags you away, giving you no room to argue. “Now, you must be terribly hungry? I know a place where we can get some really good lobster..”
“Ack- wait- Aventurine!” You protest, you didnt even agree to hang out with him that day!
“Oh, and this?” He gently pries the slip of paper given to you by the girl away from your hand. “You wont be needing this.”
In one swift motion, the thing is crumpled with more force than necessary, and thrown in a nearby trashcan distastefully.
“..Wha- hey! You cant just do that!!”
♟️ Jing Yuan
“Still nothing?” You ask sternly, and the private detective before you shook their head solemnly.
“Im afraid not. But rest assured we’re sure to get a lead. Its only been a day.” They scratch the back of their neck. “Im sure they’re fine, you say this is a common occurrence?”
“So? Its been a day. Already.”
You normally would be far more lenient and patient, but this current missing persons case was.. personal. It involved your trouble-making nephew, whom you have a love hate relationship with. The boy always liked getting himself into trouble and leaving without a trace, but this is the first time he’s straight up disappeared for a whole day.
You were stressed enough as it is working directly under the Divine Foresight, and now your nephew decided to go missing on you. Just your luck…
“Are you sure you dont want to properly file this case to the cloud knights?” The private detective asks.
You nod firmly. “Yes. I dont want to end up troubling the General.”
Its not that you didnt trust Jing Yuan. You’ve been working under him faithfully since a long, long time in addition to having been his childhood friend. Its also for that reason you didnt want to trouble him with something like this- he already has enough burdens as is.
“..Oh? Dont want to trouble me with what?” A lazy voice piques up from behind you almost making you jump. “Now Im curious.”
“General-!” Both you and the detective take a step back, to which Jing Yuan offers a small smile.
“Has something happened, [Name]?” He tilts his head at you in inquiry.
“No, nothing to worry about.” You shake your head quickly. “Its a personal matter-”
“Mm? Is that so?” Jing Yuan puts on a thoughtful expression. Then he shrugs. “In that case, I’ll be on my way..”
“Sir-!” The detective began, earning a glare from you when Jing Yuan’s gaze falls to them. “U-uh.. well, its just..”
You sigh. Its only expected, the private detective comes from a small agency that has way too many cases on their hands due to their generous prices. They were swamped. No wonder the detective was so adamant you report this case to the cloud knights instead.
“My nephew has gone missing. Again.” You state. “Thats why I hired a private detective to help me find him.”
“I see. You’ve mentioned the boy before.” Jing Yuan remains unbothered, and you’re starting to think nothing can faze him at this point. “Given the circumstance. Would you mind if the cloud knights take over this investigation instead? This gentleman over here-” He gestures towards the detective, “Is not well equipped enough to deal with this situation effectively.”
“Please, you dont have to.” You began.
The general raises a brow. “Ah, do you doubt the ability of our investigators? Then allow me to personally-”
“Jing Yuan!” You warn quietly, he was definitely messing with you. He grins when you say his name. “..Lets talk in private, please.” You turn to the detective. “I’ll keep you updated. Please put this case on standby.” You drag Jing Yuan away quickly without another word.
“Whats with you?” You hiss once you two were out of an earshot.
“Mm? I was just surprised you didnt come to me first on this matter.” Jing Yuan replied earnestly. He really was bothered (even though his face showed no trace of such emotion)- he was hurt even, that you didn’t trust him with your burdens- childish, yes, but the feeling is real. “You dont seem surprised your nephew got himself in trouble.”
“You know how he is. Even so. He’s a clever kid, getting himself in and out of trouble without a scratch..” Your pinch the bridge of your nose. “..Im still worried though. Its because of that he never learns to behave.”
“I know.” Jing Yuan’s voice grows softer. “We’ll find him. Next time though, tell me when something happens.”
“So insistent..”
“Dont blame me, I like to be the one spending time with you.”
“..And shameless, apparently.”
Jing Yuan hums. He’ll convince you to depend on him one way or another. After all, you dont need anyone else now that he’s here, right? He kept you close for the rest of the day.
☀️ Phainon
He has been standing here for twenty minutes now. Phainon is very glad you’re getting along with the stall owner, but today was supposed to be his day with you, not theirs!
You have an unfortunate habit of not being able to stop talking once you start, and its something Phainon loves about you- it’s absolutely adorable, really! He loves everything about his partner. Its just.. it doesnt nearly feel as good as it does when you talk the day away with someone other than him.
Was Phainon being unreasonable? Sure, maybe a little, though both you and him know he hardly ever gets to spend time with you these days! Your schedule rarely overlaps with his and today it finally does.. and what do you choose? To waste the day away with this random person!!! Phainon could feel his hand twitch as if it wanted to snatch you away, but he doesnt. Not yet.
For now he keeps a sweet and superficial smile plastered on his face, the last thing he wants is you worrying about him and ruining your joyous mood.
He’s willing to wait for you, however long it takes. ..Until the stall owner decides to carelessly sling an arm over your shoulder, laughing after you cracked a particularly good joke.
Phainon’s hand flies to your wrist in record time, tugging you away from the man. His grip is near punishing, but he’s sure to apologize to you later.
“Ha ha! Partner, that was a good one.” He forces another smile. Kinder this time, just for you. “But dont you think we should get going? After all, I promised to treat you to some of my home made dinner and we’ve yet to even buy the ingredients!”
“Oh, right-” And you were none the wiser to the inner turmoil churning deep within Phainon’s stomach. “Yeah, he’s right. We gotta go. See you next time!” You wave goodbye to the stall owner as Phainon practically drags you away.
(..Next time?)
After a while, you turn to Phainon. “He seemed like a nice guy, what do you think? Who knew I had so much in common with him.”
“Oh? Really? Thats what you think, partner?” Phainon doesnt look at you, his grip on you only growing tighter.
You frown slightly, and that made him feel bad. “Phainon?”
“Hey, dont worry about it. I guess all those sleepless nights finally caught up to me huh?” He laughs, pulling you a little closer. “Right. Want to stay the night?”
“Oh. Sure.” You nod, and only then does he loosen his death grip on you.
Just what has gotten into him today?
A/N: I was so busy writing for specific characters, i forgot how much i missed this format. I still write for hsr dw!!!
I cant picture jing yuan being super jealous, but i wanted to write for him anyway bc i havent in a while. When will he get more screen time i miss my bby :(
FilmStar!Gojo and Actor!Reader being the two lead actors of a highly anticipated movie, with FilmStar!Gojo as the dashing, powerful protagonist (of course, why wouldnt he be?) and you as the clever, formidable antagonist.
..Except, Satoru discovers something in him when filming a particular interrogation scene which proved to be problematic and probably would put him on a list or something. Would this count as work place harassment? He hopes not.
—
He never knew he enjoyed being tied up this much- getting to be blindfolded by you was the cherry on top. Now he’s stuck hiding a raging boner from both you and the camera, attempting to not straight up moan when you lean in and bring your face close to his ear to whisper empty threats that just made him plain horny instead of afraid. Your breath was warm, and he couldnt help but shudder. From this distance he could smell you properly- that expensive perfume or cologne or whatever that he brought for you for white day- were you wearing it right now? Hot.
He had to swallow to stop himself from salivating, because he was definitely not listening to you. Instead, his traitorous brain chooses to daydream about what it’d be like with you on top of him, straddling a helpless Gojo with that stupid evil grin-
“Annnd cut-!” Clack!
Oh.
“Great work, you two. However this scene lacks a certain sense of.. hmm.. desperation, you know? One more take, ready? From the top!”
What. Again?? Again???? You pull away and give a thumbs up. Satoru quickly brings his knees together in distress. No not again!!
A/N: melm :p
Trying a new format!! I kinda like it, it really pushes me to write more. What do you think?
FilmStar!Gojo and Actor!Reader being the two lead actors of a highly anticipated movie, with FilmStar!Gojo as the dashing, powerful protagonist (of course, why wouldnt he be?) and you as the clever, formidable antagonist.
..Except, Satoru discovers something in him when filming a particular interrogation scene which proved to be problematic and probably would put him on a list or something. Would this count as work place harassment? He hopes not.
—
He never knew he enjoyed being tied up this much- getting to be blindfolded by you was the cherry on top. Now he’s stuck hiding a raging boner from both you and the camera, attempting to not straight up moan when you lean in and bring your face close to his ear to whisper empty threats that just made him plain horny instead of afraid. Your breath was warm, and he couldnt help but shudder. From this distance he could smell you properly- that expensive perfume or cologne or whatever that he brought for you for white day- were you wearing it right now? Hot.
He had to swallow to stop himself from salivating, because he was definitely not listening to you. Instead, his traitorous brain chooses to daydream about what it’d be like with you on top of him, straddling a helpless Gojo with that stupid evil grin-
“Annnd cut-!” Clack!
Oh.
“Great work, you two. However this scene lacks a certain sense of.. hmm.. desperation, you know? One more take, ready? From the top!”
What. Again?? Again???? You pull away and give a thumbs up. Satoru quickly brings his knees together in distress. No not again!!
A/N: melm :p
Trying a new format!! I kinda like it, it really pushes me to write more. What do you think?
Fluff, 1 line abt him being horny but whatever, established relationship <3
Pantalone’s love language would a hundred percent be spending obscene amounts of mora on you- more than you’d hope to make in a entire lifetime.
One thing about him is that he sees people as no more than price tags; some more valuable than others, the amount always fluctuating with time. You however- you’re priceless. For him, you’re worth exceeds what he can offer- what you deserve- yet you stay with him.
Pantalone will never admit this, not over his dead body, but he’s constantly afraid you’ll leave him. He hopes he can convince you to stay by giving you everything you could possibly want, because he cant love you normally. No harbinger was normal from the start.
Pantalone has cut down his smoking habits significantly after you came into his life. Not because he wants to be healthy about it, no the withdrawal is the worst kind of torture ever, but because you complained about the smell;
“You smell like an ashtray, Feofan.”
“…Ah. So thats why you’ve been avoiding me like the plague?”
He’s also invested in a ton of perfumes and incense to make his office (and him) smell more tolerable for you. He knows your preferences, and he hopes you’ll stop by and visit him more if the room smelled more pleasant and less like smoke.
Pantalone also cares very much for your opinions if you cant tell. If you dont like something or want something, it will be done. Does he look absolutely whipped in the eyes of his colleagues? Most definitely. Does he care if it comes to you? Not really. In fact he hopes you’ll notice how pathetic he is when it comes to you, maybe he’ll be rewarded?
Pantalone is the type to support your rights and wrongs (Unless said thing hurts you). Because so what if the love of my life did this atrocious thing?? They’re my partner. Partners support each other right??? Yeah thats what I thought.
Pantalone becomes a lot more self conscious after you came around. He already puts care into maintaining his looks, but he’s trying extra hard with you here. Personally, you find it kind of cute and funny- he reminds you of a peacock desperately trying to impress you with it’s feathers.
Pantalone loves dolling you up more than himself though. Seeing you in all sorts of different outfits and styles does something to him. How can you look so perfect no matter what you wear?? You have an insane face card in his opinion, and if you give him the puppy eyes he might just faint.
He’s seen a lot of people that could be considered ‘hot’ in his lifetime. People are always vying for his attention after all- but he doesnt think he can ever get tired of you. Asides from you making him often occasionally feel horny, you also make him feel incredibly safe and at home- like a familiar anchor of sorts that pulls him out of the turbulent tides of work.
Pantalone chose to give you his heart. Something he never thought he’d give to anyone. But now that he has, a more selfish part of him really isn’t planning to let you go!
YAYY I LOVR MENTALLY ILL RED FLAGS 😋😋!!!!! Ok but would you believe me if i said i was part of the OG dottolone nation. Can’t believe us og believers finally got our meal, we won. We won fr….
Took way too long to post this all the hype from the patch is prob gone now smh
Fluff, 1 line abt him being horny but whatever, established relationship <3
Pantalone’s love language would a hundred percent be spending obscene amounts of mora on you- more than you’d hope to make in a entire lifetime.
One thing about him is that he sees people as no more than price tags; some more valuable than others, the amount always fluctuating with time. You however- you’re priceless. For him, you’re worth exceeds what he can offer- what you deserve- yet you stay with him.
Pantalone will never admit this, not over his dead body, but he’s constantly afraid you’ll leave him. He hopes he can convince you to stay by giving you everything you could possibly want, because he cant love you normally. No harbinger was normal from the start.
Pantalone has cut down his smoking habits significantly after you came into his life. Not because he wants to be healthy about it, no the withdrawal is the worst kind of torture ever, but because you complained about the smell;
“You smell like an ashtray, Feofan.”
“…Ah. So thats why you’ve been avoiding me like the plague?”
He’s also invested in a ton of perfumes and incense to make his office (and him) smell more tolerable for you. He knows your preferences, and he hopes you’ll stop by and visit him more if the room smelled more pleasant and less like smoke.
Pantalone also cares very much for your opinions if you cant tell. If you dont like something or want something, it will be done. Does he look absolutely whipped in the eyes of his colleagues? Most definitely. Does he care if it comes to you? Not really. In fact he hopes you’ll notice how pathetic he is when it comes to you, maybe he’ll be rewarded?
Pantalone is the type to support your rights and wrongs (Unless said thing hurts you). Because so what if the love of my life did this atrocious thing?? They’re my partner. Partners support each other right??? Yeah thats what I thought.
Pantalone becomes a lot more self conscious after you came around. He already puts care into maintaining his looks, but he’s trying extra hard with you here. Personally, you find it kind of cute and funny- he reminds you of a peacock desperately trying to impress you with it’s feathers.
Pantalone loves dolling you up more than himself though. Seeing you in all sorts of different outfits and styles does something to him. How can you look so perfect no matter what you wear?? You have an insane face card in his opinion, and if you give him the puppy eyes he might just faint.
He’s seen a lot of people that could be considered ‘hot’ in his lifetime. People are always vying for his attention after all- but he doesnt think he can ever get tired of you. Asides from you making him often occasionally feel horny, you also make him feel incredibly safe and at home- like a familiar anchor of sorts that pulls him out of the turbulent tides of work.
Pantalone chose to give you his heart. Something he never thought he’d give to anyone. But now that he has, a more selfish part of him really isn’t planning to let you go!
YAYY I LOVR MENTALLY ILL RED FLAGS 😋😋!!!!! Ok but would you believe me if i said i was part of the OG dottolone nation. Can’t believe us og believers finally got our meal, we won. We won fr….
Took way too long to post this all the hype from the patch is prob gone now smh
Sorcerer!reader with the cursed technique to peer into the future goes on a carnival’s popular haunted house escapade with their fellow classmates Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru;
“[Name] should go first.” Suguru says matter-of-factly.
“Really. Me.”
“Yes, you.”
“Why though?”
“Because you can see the future.”
“..Thats.. thats not even how it works- how is it even related to the haunted house-”
Satoru pipes up uninvited from behind, using your shoulder as an arm rest. “Pfft, what? Chicken?”
“Shut it, you.”
He shrugs. “Sounds like it to me.”
“So are we going or are we not??”
———
Normally you wouldnt use your technique for something as absurd as looking into the future to see when the first jumpscare is, but after much insistence from your peers, you relent.
“wwWAAH-??!” You flinch, not mentally prepared for the abruptness of the scare that was shown to you after activating your technique.
Suguru practically jumps when you basically screamed straight into his ear without warning, his eyes widening, “AGHH??-”
“UAHH??!” Satoru yelps, caught off guard by Suguru’s sudden movement and almost gets hit in the face because everyone was now backing up all of a sudden. “THE HELL MAN-”
And finally, the actor pops up as a spooky sound effect plays. Now this guy was thoroughly confused because why are the three people in front of him screaming as if they’re a bunch of babies before he even revealed himself like whats wrong with you guys???
Said three people barely recovered before getting jumpscared for real this time and screaming again in the actor’s face.
..Needless to say nobody’s ego survived the haunted house that day. Congrats!
This was funnier in my head btw. This is supposed to be short but i have no idea how to format it so it doesn’t look like it’ll be long umm
..sorry for anyone who was actually expecting something i just wanted to get the idea out 💔💔💔
Sorcerer!reader with the cursed technique to peer into the future goes on a carnival’s popular haunted house escapade with their fellow classmates Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru;
“[Name] should go first.” Suguru says matter-of-factly.
“Really. Me.”
“Yes, you.”
“Why though?”
“Because you can see the future.”
“..Thats.. thats not even how it works- how is it even related to the haunted house-”
Satoru pipes up uninvited from behind, using your shoulder as an arm rest. “Pfft, what? Chicken?”
“Shut it, you.”
He shrugs. “Sounds like it to me.”
“So are we going or are we not??”
———
Normally you wouldnt use your technique for something as absurd as looking into the future to see when the first jumpscare is, but after much insistence from your peers, you relent.
“wwWAAH-??!” You flinch, not mentally prepared for the abruptness of the scare that was shown to you after activating your technique.
Suguru practically jumps when you basically screamed straight into his ear without warning, his eyes widening, “AGHH??-”
“UAHH??!” Satoru yelps, caught off guard by Suguru’s sudden movement and almost gets hit in the face because everyone was now backing up all of a sudden. “THE HELL MAN-”
And finally, the actor pops up as a spooky sound effect plays. Now this guy was thoroughly confused because why are the three people in front of him screaming as if they’re a bunch of babies before he even revealed himself like whats wrong with you guys???
Said three people barely recovered before getting jumpscared for real this time and screaming again in the actor’s face.
..Needless to say nobody’s ego survived the haunted house that day. Congrats!
This was funnier in my head btw. This is supposed to be short but i have no idea how to format it so it doesn’t look like it’ll be long umm
..sorry for anyone who was actually expecting something i just wanted to get the idea out 💔💔💔
Currently thinking about teen!Gojo Satoru having the fattest crush on you back in the day- like he was absolutely whipped and so far down the lovesick rabbit hole of no return.
(Not that he’s any better once he got older by the way- he may not be just all legs anymore, less crude, and way stronger- he doesnt think he’ll ever stop crushing on you.)
Bet you five cents teen!Gojo would often vie for your attention in the most obnoxious ways possible- a few personal favorites include distracting you while you train so you get hit in the face, taking off with your stuff (you’re never able to outrun him, damn his long legs), and lastly his favorite- stealing your food.
At some point it becomes a habit- a strange yet familiar ritual of sorts. A tradition, even. Sometimes he takes something you’re munching on and he knows he wont even like it but still chows down-
The man has the audacity to bitch about it after stealing your grub too- leaning in dramatically and saying something like, “Eugh, gross-.. You actually eat this??”
“Dude. Spit it out then??? I swear. For the love of- Satoru- thats mine.”
Annoying? Yes, but also a totally super discreet ploy to get closer to you. He just loves your warmth. His body greedily drinks it up even on those scorching Japan summers where even being outside seems unbearable. He’ll endure the sweltering summer heat if it means he can spend another second near you.
He also likes to give you surprise tickle attacks and hugs from behind- Satoru is very handsy when it comes to you. Yes, that includes the summer where you’ll be sweating buckets. You may feel gross being all sticky, but he doesnt care.
If teen!Gojo could stick to you like glue, he would in a heartbeat. Sometimes you, him, Shoko, and Geto have sleepovers. Once everyone falls asleep after a eventful night of making all the horrible decisions in the world, he’ll stare at your sleeping form- a word that describes him then would be utterly captivated. He hasnt blinked in five minutes already because blinking is just a second wasted not looking at you and your beautiful face. Thats a crime.
He’d never admit he likes you, at least not without some.. outside intervention. Because lets be honest, Shoko and Geto cant take it anymore. No more. Any more of you and Gojo dancing around the topic of love and you two are getting slimed out by them for sure.
But hey! Its not like you two DIDNT end up together in the end despite the hiccups along the way. It only took you guys.. what.. a couple long years of playing chicken around eachother? Case in point- Satoru managed to bag you eventually (finally).
All it took was going out for dessert after a long life-threatening and arduous mission together, some stolen whipped cream from your dessert, and a clumsy first kiss.
title could totally be used for smut, but not on this account unfortunately. Fun fact, i finished this one on the same day as the Up, Down, Up! fic.. it so short though, can it really count as one?
Currently thinking about teen!Gojo Satoru having the fattest crush on you back in the day- like he was absolutely whipped and so far down the lovesick rabbit hole of no return.
(Not that he’s any better once he got older by the way- he may not be just all legs anymore, less crude, and way stronger- he doesnt think he’ll ever stop crushing on you.)
Bet you five cents teen!Gojo would often vie for your attention in the most obnoxious ways possible- a few personal favorites include distracting you while you train so you get hit in the face, taking off with your stuff (you’re never able to outrun him, damn his long legs), and lastly his favorite- stealing your food.
At some point it becomes a habit- a strange yet familiar ritual of sorts. A tradition, even. Sometimes he takes something you’re munching on and he knows he wont even like it but still chows down-
The man has the audacity to bitch about it after stealing your grub too- leaning in dramatically and saying something like, “Eugh, gross-.. You actually eat this??”
“Dude. Spit it out then??? I swear. For the love of- Satoru- thats mine.”
Annoying? Yes, but also a totally super discreet ploy to get closer to you. He just loves your warmth. His body greedily drinks it up even on those scorching Japan summers where even being outside seems unbearable. He’ll endure the sweltering summer heat if it means he can spend another second near you.
He also likes to give you surprise tickle attacks and hugs from behind- Satoru is very handsy when it comes to you. Yes, that includes the summer where you’ll be sweating buckets. You may feel gross being all sticky, but he doesnt care.
If teen!Gojo could stick to you like glue, he would in a heartbeat. Sometimes you, him, Shoko, and Geto have sleepovers. Once everyone falls asleep after a eventful night of making all the horrible decisions in the world, he’ll stare at your sleeping form- a word that describes him then would be utterly captivated. He hasnt blinked in five minutes already because blinking is just a second wasted not looking at you and your beautiful face. Thats a crime.
He’d never admit he likes you, at least not without some.. outside intervention. Because lets be honest, Shoko and Geto cant take it anymore. No more. Any more of you and Gojo dancing around the topic of love and you two are getting slimed out by them for sure.
But hey! Its not like you two DIDNT end up together in the end despite the hiccups along the way. It only took you guys.. what.. a couple long years of playing chicken around eachother? Case in point- Satoru managed to bag you eventually (finally).
All it took was going out for dessert after a long life-threatening and arduous mission together, some stolen whipped cream from your dessert, and a clumsy first kiss.
title could totally be used for smut, but not on this account unfortunately. Fun fact, i finished this one on the same day as the Up, Down, Up! fic.. it so short though, can it really count as one?
Hello (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) if you're still taking ideas I have one. What if we have a Sunday x memoria/dream reader? I mean reader was his partner or fiancé even but they disappeared from unknown reasons (gopher woo's fault likely), all they know is they're dead. And when Sunday first step into the dreamscape reader is there.
You can do anything you want with it I just had to put that thought somewhere. Please take care (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
Thank you for the ask anon! Asks are always open because Im greedy like that. I love a little angst hehehe.. ❤️
Mimicry of the Dead (ft. Sunday)
TW; angst, major character death (OG reader kicks the bucket), bittersweet
He had come to the conclusion that he’d never get over you the night you vanished off the face of this pretentious planet.
You, the one other person aside from Robin that he truly cared about. Bothered to care about anyway- he learned early on in adulthood that relationships were a pain, they were fake, and there were always strings attached whether you like it or not.
There was no grand funeral for you when you were gone and never returned. Not even a day off to mourn. Only endless paperwork and another grueling day ahead. Sunday hated it. He prayed daily for you to come back, yet such prayers of desperation fell upon deaf ears. You were truly gone, weren’t you? Thats what Gopher Wood had told him. You were dead. You. Dead.
He couldn’t believe it. But there was more evidence of your death than the latter, which was you being alive out there somewhere. The dreams of Penacony can be incredibly turbulent in places- you wouldn’t have survived. You hardly knew how to fight, and oh he prays you died peacefully… no, you were probably killed. Killed by those.. things.. wandering in those accursed areas.
He had to move on.
He must.
Everyone was telling him to do so.
Even Gopher Wood. He had indirectly called you a distraction, and Sunday couldnt afford distractions in life. He must focus on the duties that come with his hefty position.
But you weren’t a distraction. Not to him, no, you were more than that- so much more. You were.. you were something to come home to after a long day of hard work. His light, the love of his life. Someone warm and cozy when it gets too cold and life seems too bleak. He cant just give up on you, not like this, not without doing anything because it’d kill him more than it already did.
And so at first, he had sent search parties. One after another. Nothing. And then he had tried focusing on work to drown out the noise that is you. Still nothing. Hell, he felt so guilty but.. he even tried forgetting about you. Putting away your things and the photos of you and your stupidly bright smile that never fails to make him feel better, and each photo stashed away into darkness felt like a direct stab to the heart when he looked at them- looked at you- and dreamed of what you and he could’ve been. His thumb gently traces the outline of the side of your face, the you forever frozen in that moment of time- in that frame.
“I couldnt protect you..” Sunday had whispered to himself that night, and suddenly began fearing for his beloved sister’s life. He couldn’t even save you, so what makes him capable of keeping Robin safe?
He couldnt sleep after that. Not that he ever slept well ever since your disappearance. Sunday dreamed of you sometimes too, when he was tired enough to finally pass out for once. It was torture and heaven at the same time- because he’d give anything to see you one last time- even if you were bloody and lifeless in his dreams, and in it he screams and shakes until his throat gave out. In the back of his mind he knows he’ll wake up more tired than before and with your bloody, lifeless corpse gone just like that.
He probably looked like shit right now. He needed to clean up- this was the most unorganized he’s been in years and it was scary how he could care less about it. It scared him, you and your death scared him too. He really loves you. Please come back. It gets too lonely at night. Please.
Come back.
But not like this.
He had told himself he’d move on a long time ago. The resolve to do so had slowly steeled over time even though it hurts him so much. Nobody can stay in the past forever, you had to walk out of it at some point. Its been hurting Robin too, and Sunday never wanted to hurt Robin.
Yet all that courage he built up to move on crumbled like it was nothing when he’s met with this.. this figure in front of him as he entered the dreamscape. Was that you? He felt the beginning of a smile forming and quickly stomped it down. You looked unstable, like you were ready to disappear again. Was something wearing your face? The thought of it made his blood boil in a way he didnt know it could.
However a part of him, small yet resolute, wishes it really was you- whispering; Please, please come back to me, love. Forgive me for trying to forget you. I love you, I love you so much it hurts.
He kept his face neutral despite him internally brewing up the largest emotional storm known to halovian kind on the inside.
Sunday got straight to the point for once however, “Who are you. Why are you wearing their face?”
“Their face? You mean my face.” This memoria-like version of you gave a small, sad smile. It mimicked the once living you perfectly, the same expressions, same everything. Small bits of memoria slowly chips away, flying free from your body.
“[Name] is dead.”
“Oh Sunny, my charming little dove.” Memoria-you slowly moves closer, only for Sunday to stiffen with a conflicted look. A hurt look. You pause when he shifts, treating him like a terrified animal ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. Gently, you lifted a hand to his cheek. Was he shaking? “You look tired, have you been resting?”
Sunday shook his head, voice cracking. “Dont. Please.”
He cant do this again, gods he cant do this again. You were already gone. This wasnt the real you. This was just a.. a incomplete version of you preserved in the dreamscape, identical but fake. So why break his heart twice? You were too cruel.
“Sunday. Sweetheart. Whats wrong?” Your memoria counterpart asks, tilting their head. That version of you lets their fingers trace the outlines of his face, gently smoothing out his feathers when the hand brushed past a wing. “You can tell me, you always can.”
Sunday found himself subconsciously leaning into your hand, his body starved for your touch- even if this version of you is cold rather than warm.
“..How are you here right now? [Name]-”
“Shh.. its been too long. Lets catch up, alright? Everything else can wait first.” You gave him that warm, sweet smile that made him melt without fail each and every time once more. Sunday’s heart beats frantically as if it wanted to jump out of his chest cavity and into yours, never to be separated again.
“Sunday, my love. Take me home.”
And in an instant, the fight leaves his body. So what if the person in front of him was only a shadow of you? It was still a part of you.. right? Right. Okay. Home.
Its time to go home.
———
He clutched your cold hand tight as he led you through the more quiet streets. Even though every nerve in his body is in shock, his brain stubbornly clings to some semblance of logic. It’d be too much trouble if you were seen in public when you were proclaimed six feet deep in a grave.
You squeeze his hand gently, basking in the warmth you dont have. “Sunny, please be more gentle, will you? My hand is going to fall off at this rate.” You laugh softly as Sunday jolts back from whatever daydream he’s in, and lets go a bit. Only a bit.
“I miss these streets.” You say casually, attempting to keep him grounded when he seemed so far away right now.
Sunday looks at you. He’s been doing that a lot and almost ran into a lamp post twice now. “Not much has changed, has it?”
“Not at all. Your taste is the same too, I assume?” You ask, eyes twinkling with mirth.
“I should hope so.” He replies rather seriously. Then he pauses, and quietly adds, “..I miss the pastries you used to make for Robin and I.”
“Then I’ll make some for you tomorrow.” You say, watching Sunday’s face light up ever so slightly. He’s clearly trying to keep his expression schooled in public, even though the way he’s holding your hand so desperately seems a bit uncouth. “Pastries taste the best when you arent allowed to have them, huh?”
“I am, its just.. not in large quantities.”
“I know, you’re a total sweet tooth. Maybe all the sugar you ate as a kid made you so sweet as an adult, he he.”
“..I dont think thats how it works, love.”
Sunday watched as your eyes scanned everything curiously. Every movement and behavior was so you, he cant help but fall for this memoria version of you all over again. It was like you were alive and in front of him once more. You dont seem to have any malicious intent, anyway. So maybe this was okay.
Everything he lost, gained back in an instant. Perhaps he should try his luck on a lottery ticket next.. err, second thought, maybe dont push the luck and be grateful for what was already given.
You let out a soft gasp, drawing his attention. “Hm?”
You point to a small unassuming crepe stand by the corner of the street with enthusiasm. “I remember this one! Aw its still here, thank goodness. Remember? We used to stop by it so often.”
“Of course. I’d never forget, you always got the same flavor after all. This stand was your favorite.” Sunday allows himself to smile at the memory. Does this version of you like the same flavor too?
“Lets get some crepes, since we’re already here!” You pull on his hand, and he freezes. This might not be a good idea. He hasnt come back here in ages, not since your death and the stand owner probably-
“Hey.” You say softly, making Sunday look at you. “It’ll be okay. Come on, lets go.”
He nods. He could never deny you something like this.
The stand owner looks pleasantly surprised when you two appear in front of him- if it isnt the the big man himself and his partner! He fixes his beat up hat and gives you and Sunday a friendly beam.
“Well if it aint my favorite lovely couple! Good day to you,” He nods at you, “Welcome!” He nods at Sunday, “Sir. Same as always?”
“Good day.” Sunday offers a polite smile, “Yes, please. Two crepes, same as always.”
You two walked away with crepes in one hand, eachother in another. The owner clearly had questions, but knew he shouldnt ask. Good for him, you dont mess with the Family anyway- that starts by not being too nosy for your own good.
As if a past memory of the two of you started playing on loop once more, you shamelessly asked to try Sunday’s crepe before even taking a bite of your own- just like you used to. Sunday had no idea what was going through your head when you asked the first time ever, but now he realized just how much he misses that. Misses you.
He lets you. You take a greedy bite, and he carefully wipes away the whipped cream that was on the side of your mouth as you chewed happily.
You had said once that his crepe would always taste better. He had asked why, and you had responded with;
“Because its yours.”
And for the rest of the walk back, you two fed eachother crepes back and forth like an ordinary couple. Your smile was worth everything Sunday endured up to this point, he thinks now that he’s in this very moment. Yeah, sounds about right. Everything.
That night, the bed wasn’t so lonely anymore for the first time in a long time. You and Sunday laid beside one another, bodies entangled together. He clung onto you like you’d fade away if he didnt keep you close enough. No words were spoken, there was only silence.
Only if this was the real you- warm instead of cold. Only if the person he’s holding wasnt just full of memoria inside. His heart aches once more, this didnt feel right. This whole day had been a breath of fresh air, yet it wasnt fresh enough.
“Sunny?” You ask quietly, the moonlight streamed forth from the fancy window, hitting the bed you two shared together.
“Yes, love?”
You frown, and Sunday’s brows furrow in worry. “Im different compared to them, arent I?”
“Pardon?” Sunday stiffens. That was the answer you were looking for- the discomfort his body could not hide.
“Thought so.” You knead his shoulders absentmindedly, letting him relax. “I’ll never truly be them.”
“Did I upset you, love?”
“You havent called me [Name] since you became fully lucid again. You know, once you stopped reeling from the shock.”
“[Name]-” Sunday began, and was that guilt in his voice? Because yes, you’d never be the living version of his lover. You’d always be half of what they were. You’ll never be the original.
“Truth be told, I cant stop loving you.” You say, touching yourself with your own hand just to feel your uncanny coldness. You speak before Sunday could ask what you meant. “My love for you is engrained in me. I cant turn it off.”
You move closer to him, your faces nearly touching. The vulnerability in this moment was suffocating. “I cant ever stop loving you, even if I wanted to. Because they loved you so much, and Im all they’ll ever be. Never myself, if I even have a self.”
Your lips touch. You kissed him.
“Goodnight, Sunny. Go to bed, I’ll be right here when you wake up. I love you, okay?”
And Sunday’s racing thoughts halted right then and there as he whispered a small, “..I love you too.”
He closes his eyes as he feels your breathing even out beside him. He dreams about you that night again- about you finally being in his arms once more and mulling over which one was worse in silent contemplation;
The fact that you cant not love him, or the fact that he’s feels perfectly content with the idea of you being unable to leave.
UGHH I LOVE THIS SPECIFIC FLAVOR OF ANGST!!! Listen, i watched the summer hikaru died which prepared me for a peak prompt like this. i love when a character has to accept a replica/replacement or an incomplete version of their significant other. Like u’ll NEVER get the real one ever again ha ha!!!
Hello (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) if you're still taking ideas I have one. What if we have a Sunday x memoria/dream reader? I mean reader was his partner or fiancé even but they disappeared from unknown reasons (gopher woo's fault likely), all they know is they're dead. And when Sunday first step into the dreamscape reader is there.
You can do anything you want with it I just had to put that thought somewhere. Please take care (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
Thank you for the ask anon! Asks are always open because Im greedy like that. I love a little angst hehehe.. ❤️
Mimicry of the Dead (ft. Sunday)
TW; angst, major character death (OG reader kicks the bucket), bittersweet
He had come to the conclusion that he’d never get over you the night you vanished off the face of this pretentious planet.
You, the one other person aside from Robin that he truly cared about. Bothered to care about anyway- he learned early on in adulthood that relationships were a pain, they were fake, and there were always strings attached whether you like it or not.
There was no grand funeral for you when you were gone and never returned. Not even a day off to mourn. Only endless paperwork and another grueling day ahead. Sunday hated it. He prayed daily for you to come back, yet such prayers of desperation fell upon deaf ears. You were truly gone, weren’t you? Thats what Gopher Wood had told him. You were dead. You. Dead.
He couldn’t believe it. But there was more evidence of your death than the latter, which was you being alive out there somewhere. The dreams of Penacony can be incredibly turbulent in places- you wouldn’t have survived. You hardly knew how to fight, and oh he prays you died peacefully… no, you were probably killed. Killed by those.. things.. wandering in those accursed areas.
He had to move on.
He must.
Everyone was telling him to do so.
Even Gopher Wood. He had indirectly called you a distraction, and Sunday couldnt afford distractions in life. He must focus on the duties that come with his hefty position.
But you weren’t a distraction. Not to him, no, you were more than that- so much more. You were.. you were something to come home to after a long day of hard work. His light, the love of his life. Someone warm and cozy when it gets too cold and life seems too bleak. He cant just give up on you, not like this, not without doing anything because it’d kill him more than it already did.
And so at first, he had sent search parties. One after another. Nothing. And then he had tried focusing on work to drown out the noise that is you. Still nothing. Hell, he felt so guilty but.. he even tried forgetting about you. Putting away your things and the photos of you and your stupidly bright smile that never fails to make him feel better, and each photo stashed away into darkness felt like a direct stab to the heart when he looked at them- looked at you- and dreamed of what you and he could’ve been. His thumb gently traces the outline of the side of your face, the you forever frozen in that moment of time- in that frame.
“I couldnt protect you..” Sunday had whispered to himself that night, and suddenly began fearing for his beloved sister’s life. He couldn’t even save you, so what makes him capable of keeping Robin safe?
He couldnt sleep after that. Not that he ever slept well ever since your disappearance. Sunday dreamed of you sometimes too, when he was tired enough to finally pass out for once. It was torture and heaven at the same time- because he’d give anything to see you one last time- even if you were bloody and lifeless in his dreams, and in it he screams and shakes until his throat gave out. In the back of his mind he knows he’ll wake up more tired than before and with your bloody, lifeless corpse gone just like that.
He probably looked like shit right now. He needed to clean up- this was the most unorganized he’s been in years and it was scary how he could care less about it. It scared him, you and your death scared him too. He really loves you. Please come back. It gets too lonely at night. Please.
Come back.
But not like this.
He had told himself he’d move on a long time ago. The resolve to do so had slowly steeled over time even though it hurts him so much. Nobody can stay in the past forever, you had to walk out of it at some point. Its been hurting Robin too, and Sunday never wanted to hurt Robin.
Yet all that courage he built up to move on crumbled like it was nothing when he’s met with this.. this figure in front of him as he entered the dreamscape. Was that you? He felt the beginning of a smile forming and quickly stomped it down. You looked unstable, like you were ready to disappear again. Was something wearing your face? The thought of it made his blood boil in a way he didnt know it could.
However a part of him, small yet resolute, wishes it really was you- whispering; Please, please come back to me, love. Forgive me for trying to forget you. I love you, I love you so much it hurts.
He kept his face neutral despite him internally brewing up the largest emotional storm known to halovian kind on the inside.
Sunday got straight to the point for once however, “Who are you. Why are you wearing their face?”
“Their face? You mean my face.” This memoria-like version of you gave a small, sad smile. It mimicked the once living you perfectly, the same expressions, same everything. Small bits of memoria slowly chips away, flying free from your body.
“[Name] is dead.”
“Oh Sunny, my charming little dove.” Memoria-you slowly moves closer, only for Sunday to stiffen with a conflicted look. A hurt look. You pause when he shifts, treating him like a terrified animal ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. Gently, you lifted a hand to his cheek. Was he shaking? “You look tired, have you been resting?”
Sunday shook his head, voice cracking. “Dont. Please.”
He cant do this again, gods he cant do this again. You were already gone. This wasnt the real you. This was just a.. a incomplete version of you preserved in the dreamscape, identical but fake. So why break his heart twice? You were too cruel.
“Sunday. Sweetheart. Whats wrong?” Your memoria counterpart asks, tilting their head. That version of you lets their fingers trace the outlines of his face, gently smoothing out his feathers when the hand brushed past a wing. “You can tell me, you always can.”
Sunday found himself subconsciously leaning into your hand, his body starved for your touch- even if this version of you is cold rather than warm.
“..How are you here right now? [Name]-”
“Shh.. its been too long. Lets catch up, alright? Everything else can wait first.” You gave him that warm, sweet smile that made him melt without fail each and every time once more. Sunday’s heart beats frantically as if it wanted to jump out of his chest cavity and into yours, never to be separated again.
“Sunday, my love. Take me home.”
And in an instant, the fight leaves his body. So what if the person in front of him was only a shadow of you? It was still a part of you.. right? Right. Okay. Home.
Its time to go home.
———
He clutched your cold hand tight as he led you through the more quiet streets. Even though every nerve in his body is in shock, his brain stubbornly clings to some semblance of logic. It’d be too much trouble if you were seen in public when you were proclaimed six feet deep in a grave.
You squeeze his hand gently, basking in the warmth you dont have. “Sunny, please be more gentle, will you? My hand is going to fall off at this rate.” You laugh softly as Sunday jolts back from whatever daydream he’s in, and lets go a bit. Only a bit.
“I miss these streets.” You say casually, attempting to keep him grounded when he seemed so far away right now.
Sunday looks at you. He’s been doing that a lot and almost ran into a lamp post twice now. “Not much has changed, has it?”
“Not at all. Your taste is the same too, I assume?” You ask, eyes twinkling with mirth.
“I should hope so.” He replies rather seriously. Then he pauses, and quietly adds, “..I miss the pastries you used to make for Robin and I.”
“Then I’ll make some for you tomorrow.” You say, watching Sunday’s face light up ever so slightly. He’s clearly trying to keep his expression schooled in public, even though the way he’s holding your hand so desperately seems a bit uncouth. “Pastries taste the best when you arent allowed to have them, huh?”
“I am, its just.. not in large quantities.”
“I know, you’re a total sweet tooth. Maybe all the sugar you ate as a kid made you so sweet as an adult, he he.”
“..I dont think thats how it works, love.”
Sunday watched as your eyes scanned everything curiously. Every movement and behavior was so you, he cant help but fall for this memoria version of you all over again. It was like you were alive and in front of him once more. You dont seem to have any malicious intent, anyway. So maybe this was okay.
Everything he lost, gained back in an instant. Perhaps he should try his luck on a lottery ticket next.. err, second thought, maybe dont push the luck and be grateful for what was already given.
You let out a soft gasp, drawing his attention. “Hm?”
You point to a small unassuming crepe stand by the corner of the street with enthusiasm. “I remember this one! Aw its still here, thank goodness. Remember? We used to stop by it so often.”
“Of course. I’d never forget, you always got the same flavor after all. This stand was your favorite.” Sunday allows himself to smile at the memory. Does this version of you like the same flavor too?
“Lets get some crepes, since we’re already here!” You pull on his hand, and he freezes. This might not be a good idea. He hasnt come back here in ages, not since your death and the stand owner probably-
“Hey.” You say softly, making Sunday look at you. “It’ll be okay. Come on, lets go.”
He nods. He could never deny you something like this.
The stand owner looks pleasantly surprised when you two appear in front of him- if it isnt the the big man himself and his partner! He fixes his beat up hat and gives you and Sunday a friendly beam.
“Well if it aint my favorite lovely couple! Good day to you,” He nods at you, “Welcome!” He nods at Sunday, “Sir. Same as always?”
“Good day.” Sunday offers a polite smile, “Yes, please. Two crepes, same as always.”
You two walked away with crepes in one hand, eachother in another. The owner clearly had questions, but knew he shouldnt ask. Good for him, you dont mess with the Family anyway- that starts by not being too nosy for your own good.
As if a past memory of the two of you started playing on loop once more, you shamelessly asked to try Sunday’s crepe before even taking a bite of your own- just like you used to. Sunday had no idea what was going through your head when you asked the first time ever, but now he realized just how much he misses that. Misses you.
He lets you. You take a greedy bite, and he carefully wipes away the whipped cream that was on the side of your mouth as you chewed happily.
You had said once that his crepe would always taste better. He had asked why, and you had responded with;
“Because its yours.”
And for the rest of the walk back, you two fed eachother crepes back and forth like an ordinary couple. Your smile was worth everything Sunday endured up to this point, he thinks now that he’s in this very moment. Yeah, sounds about right. Everything.
That night, the bed wasn’t so lonely anymore for the first time in a long time. You and Sunday laid beside one another, bodies entangled together. He clung onto you like you’d fade away if he didnt keep you close enough. No words were spoken, there was only silence.
Only if this was the real you- warm instead of cold. Only if the person he’s holding wasnt just full of memoria inside. His heart aches once more, this didnt feel right. This whole day had been a breath of fresh air, yet it wasnt fresh enough.
“Sunny?” You ask quietly, the moonlight streamed forth from the fancy window, hitting the bed you two shared together.
“Yes, love?”
You frown, and Sunday’s brows furrow in worry. “Im different compared to them, arent I?”
“Pardon?” Sunday stiffens. That was the answer you were looking for- the discomfort his body could not hide.
“Thought so.” You knead his shoulders absentmindedly, letting him relax. “I’ll never truly be them.”
“Did I upset you, love?”
“You havent called me [Name] since you became fully lucid again. You know, once you stopped reeling from the shock.”
“[Name]-” Sunday began, and was that guilt in his voice? Because yes, you’d never be the living version of his lover. You’d always be half of what they were. You’ll never be the original.
“Truth be told, I cant stop loving you.” You say, touching yourself with your own hand just to feel your uncanny coldness. You speak before Sunday could ask what you meant. “My love for you is engrained in me. I cant turn it off.”
You move closer to him, your faces nearly touching. The vulnerability in this moment was suffocating. “I cant ever stop loving you, even if I wanted to. Because they loved you so much, and Im all they’ll ever be. Never myself, if I even have a self.”
Your lips touch. You kissed him.
“Goodnight, Sunny. Go to bed, I’ll be right here when you wake up. I love you, okay?”
And Sunday’s racing thoughts halted right then and there as he whispered a small, “..I love you too.”
He closes his eyes as he feels your breathing even out beside him. He dreams about you that night again- about you finally being in his arms once more and mulling over which one was worse in silent contemplation;
The fact that you cant not love him, or the fact that he’s feels perfectly content with the idea of you being unable to leave.
UGHH I LOVE THIS SPECIFIC FLAVOR OF ANGST!!! Listen, i watched the summer hikaru died which prepared me for a peak prompt like this. i love when a character has to accept a replica/replacement or an incomplete version of their significant other. Like u’ll NEVER get the real one ever again ha ha!!!
hi, I have an idea for a… fic? Work? Piece? Whatever u call it!
Basically, Sunday plays piano, right?
now pair that piano with a cello! (Reader plays cello, basically)
i’m assuming Sunday practices at night, so it could be like Reader waking up for a midnight snack, hearing Sunday play, and grabbing their cello to play with Sunday as well. (AFTER THE SNACK, OBVIOUSLY!)
If you don’t want to do it, that’s fine! <3
Thank you for the req anon! I havent picked up an instrument in a long time now that i think abt it. This one was fun to write!
Dual Tune (ft. AE Sunday)
Fluff, robin and gopher wood mention, i have no clue how a cello works..
Tonight had been rather uneventful, which was nothing short of rare for the Nameless. You went to bed extra early despite not having anything important planned for tomorrow- it was that wave of drowsiness that hits after you sneeze six times in a row that made you decide to call it a night even though its hours before your bed time. A little nap before dinner was ready cant hurt, you had assumed.
Well, apparently that ‘little’ nap turned into full blown hibernation. You must’ve looked extra tired because nobody had the heart to wake you up for dinner. That, or nobody cared to come check- it was probably the first one though, in your experience.
You dont mind getting some extra hours of shut eye, except now you’ve just woken yourself up- your stomach is growling like crazy just because it’s skipped ONE meal. One. You groan, trying going back to sleep- fluffing the pillow and turning to your side- it doesnt really help. You realized you should probably do something about your empty stomach before it ruins a good night’s sleep. A midnight snack would do the trick.
You sigh, closing your eyes and rubbing your face before begrudgingly getting up with movements so sluggish it’d make a snail proud. Was leaving the confines of your warm and soft bed really worth it? The fridge better have something real good. Hopefully the conductor isnt awake..
You padded your bare feet across the cold, smooth floors of the Express- far too lazy to locate where your shoes were as you had launched them across the room before you went to bed. (Why did you do that?) You were on your way to the kitchen, still half asleep when you hear the phonograph playing.
Wait- no, that cant be it. You halt your steps. The phonograph should be off at this hour. Is someone up? Mr. Yang, maybe?
“A ghost?” You whisper to yourself, half in jest but somehow still manage to make your body shiver at ridiculous the idea.
At least you’re fully awake now, you thought as you narrow your eyes, trying to focus on the tune. It sounded like less like a phonograph and more like a piano. Ah, yes. The piano.. the one literally nobody ever touches because nobody knows how to play it. You dont either.
..That was how you found Sunday playing the piano in.. what, three in the morning? The newest member. He seemed a bit dramatic at times in your opinion, and he had tried to kill your friends (rough start, huh?), but they didnt seem to mind and then again- he had a silent melancholy to him that made you unable to hate him for long. He was soft spoken too. You shifted in place, entranced by the way he plays.
Didnt he used to be head of the Oak Family? You’d expect him to excel at doing paperwork in an epic fashion, not whatever this is. The way he plays captures your attention without even trying. From the way his slender fingers danced across the keys in the dark- his backdrop being the very stars outside the express window, twinkling as if giving its own applause endlessly. From the way his body follows the dip of the keys to the way he pushes the keys itself- sometimes feather light and sometimes hard with impact, all accompanying the flowing tune. He plays with so much raw emotion it’s breathtakingly beautiful. Every note was controlled and deliberate, yet each one came from deep within the soul.
So this is magic. How wonderful- this is magic in action. And Im here to witness it.
You had no idea you were holding your breath and that you hadn’t moved an inch from the doorway until Sunday finished his song. Neither of you moved, letting the moment sink in. Sunday hadnt even noticed you were behind him, far too absorbed with whats in front of him.
He barely stops himself from flinching when you start awkwardly clapping. His wing twitches, and you can see a faint blush of embarrassment forming in the dim lighting. Sunday turns around to face you.
“Oh, its.. you.” He says, unsure of how to greet you. It was an ungodly hour to run into someone after all. Had he been playing too loud? “Sorry, did I disturb your slumber?”
“Huh? No no- no, you didnt.” You shook your head at the misunderstanding. “I was just passing by- um.”
“Ah- thats a relief. My apologies, I tend to get.. carried away. When playing, I mean.” Sunday gave you a sheepish smile. Maybe its the lighting, but he looks impossibly soft. Softer than he did when he was still with the Oak Family, anyway.
You understand how he feels however. “Pfft. What’re you apologizing for, Sunny?” You wave your hand dismissively. “Its called getting in the zone- thats like, when you play best. Its a good thing if you ask me, not everyone can make their mind focus like that.”
There was a moment of silence, and you internally wonder if it was the nickname that threw him off.
Sunday slowly starts to nod, almost contemplative at first. “Hm.. getting in the zone. Yes, thats.. actually a perfect way to describe it.”
“Right??” You cant help the grin spreading across your face. It was one of those grins that only come when you’re talking to someone on the same page as you. “So you play the piano, huh? Finally.”
“Finally?” Sunday asked, puzzled.
You point to yourself proudly. “I play the cello.” You state. “Its hard to talk about music in depth with people who dont play an instrument. I finally found my people, yknow?”
“I understand.” Sunday nods again, a faint smile returning to his face. “Although, pardon me if this sounds invasive, but.. why are you up at this hour?”
“I’d ask you the same thing-” You quickly became self aware of your hello kitty pjs and just how stupid you must look right now. How embarrassing. As for the nail in the coffin- your stomach rumbles loudly as if reminding you of your original mission, earning you a curious stare. “I was just.. getting a midnight snack, ok? Is that so strange?”
“Not at all. In that case, please, dont let me hold you.”
“You arent.” Alright, you felt a little mean. “Want to come grab a bite with me? Since you’re already here.” You ask, and the halovian in front of you seemed unsure.
“Cmon. I do it all the time! The conductor wouldnt take it to heart even if they catch us.” You assure, which is a half truth. Pompom would definitely go on a rant about how everyone is supposed to be asleep by now, but that’s never stopped you from doing it again. You’re an expert snack thief too- you’ve only ever gotten caught red handed twice!
“Alright, then.” Sunday stands, smoothing out his clothes. “I suppose it wont hurt anyone.”
Maybe it’d hurt the Trailblazer since its their secret snack stash, but Sunday didnt need to know that. There was more than enough to go around regardless, so you’ve always considered yourself to be ‘helping’ the Trailblazer finish the stash off. How nice of you!
You found yourself absentmindedly humming the same melodious tune Sunday had been playing earlier as you munched on your stolen snacks.
“The song you played earlier.” You start, “It sounded classy.”
Sunday nods. “Thats right. Its a classical piece.”
“Do you only play classic pieces? I once knew a guy who did that- he insisted everything else was just a hodgepodge of random noises.” You grin.
“A hodgepodge of random noises.” Sunday echos carefully, a small frown gracing his features. “No, each kind of melody has it’s own kind of beauty, doesn’t it? And to answer your question, I do play more than just classic pieces.”
“Oh?” You raise a brow. He didnt seem like the type to do so.
“Is there something you would like to hear on the piano?” He asks politely.
You answer with your own question; “Think a cello will sound good with a piano?”
Sunday blinks. “You want to play with me?”
“If you’d allow me to. I’ve got a bunch of scores in my room- its been collecting dust. I just didnt feel like playing an instrument of any kind without anyone else.”
It was a personal thing on your end. You used to dream of creating a band of some sort. Playing by yourself in an empty room just made you feel lonely and sad.
“..Of course. I havent played with someone in so long..” There was a wistful tone in Sunday’s voice. A longing of sorts.
Robin..
“Same here.” You nod in agreement. Hopefully you havent gotten too rusty.
And so you two make your way back to the piano. You made a trip back to your room to grab your cello and a bunch of scores, wincing when you almost dropped everything in the wake of your enthusiasm. Luckily everything made it in one piece and you didn’t accidentally wake up the entire express crew.
You and Sunday sat together sifting through the different options before you. Honestly you forgot some of these even existed at all- a majority of them were handed down to you so they were crinkled and the ink on it faded with time. You knew quite a lot of fellow musicians as a child, it was what got you into music in the first place- being raised by songs. Several sheets brought some good and bitter memories.
“This one! I remember this one.” You cant help but crack a smile at the frail, ancient sheet in your hands. The corners on that thing looked like it had been thoroughly chewed by a dog, but the content itself remain whole- much to your delight. “This was my first score. Like. Ever. I was so excited when I got it!”
“Is that so? Do you want to play this one, then?” Sunday asks, peering over you to study the notes with careful concentration.
“Mm why not. Its not exactly written for piano though. You up for the challenge Sunny?”
“Please dont worry about me. I’ll be alright.”
“Then this one it is.” You held up the sheet, enthusiastic.
Neither of you played with complete confidence at first. A hint of waver was there, despite it’s subtly. As the song progressed and picked up however, the two of you fell into perfect sync- fell into the zone.
You wondered if the old hags back at home would be jealous- they’d kill to have a partner like Sunday. Because you quickly found out something about him while playing- he was rather accommodating. You liked to be creative with your playing- go off script a bit or add some flair. When you did so, he responded in like. It was a conversation between two instruments, the notes dancing around one another joyfully.
The wondrous sound of music filled the near vacant room, giving the place an illusion of liveliness and warmth. The cello’s sound chases it’s feather light piano counterpart, weaving and intertwining in the air- playful, almost, with how they responded to one another. You and Sunday played like there was an audience, like the shadows casted by the furniture strewn about were spectating your duet, holding their baited breaths all waiting for the peak of the song to hit and awe them all- make them speechless despite shadows not even being able to speak in the first place. You missed whatever feeling this was- you haven’t experienced it in ages- the exhilarating intensity of a truly remarkable performance on the grandest of stages.
At last the song comes to an end. Only then did you finally allow yourself to relax, exhaling slowly with satisfaction. Sunday lets his fingers rest gently on the keys, never pressing down on it- doing so hurts the keys, Gopher Wood had said.
“That was actually sick as hell! Hey, we make an awesome team..” You say, shattering the silent aftermath of the song. “..Sunday? What’s wrong?”
Sunday jolts out of his thoughts. Offering you a small smile. “Hm? Ah, its nothing.” He hesitates, then continues. “This just.. brings back some old memories, thats all.”
“Old.. memories.” You frown. “Good ones, I hope.”
He laughs quietly. “Of course, good ones indeed.”
“Did you used to preform or something? Dont tell me I reminded you of your superstar era.” You ask.
“Not at all, I dont.” Sunday shook his head. “Its my sister who preforms. ..We used to hold imaginary concerts like this.”
Oh. You thought. He must miss her with everything thats gone down in Penacony. Now you felt bad for asking. What a way to rub salt on a fresh wound, yikes.
“Um.” You start, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. Your eyes scan the room. “Uh. Wanna.. go again? Do another one?” You jab your thumb at the scores scattered on the table not far from you.
Sunday offers you a gentle smile as if reassuring you that you’ve done nothing wrong. “In that case- lets keep looking through that pile.”
———
Since the express technically is either docked on a planet or floating out in the middle of the sea of stars, theres no fixed day-night cycle for the crew to follow solely based on the location of a ‘sun’. Thats why alarms were so useful- they provided a fixed time to wake up and get a new day started.
And speaking of alarm, it had just rung its head off not too long ago, so you’d know its about time everyone started filing out of their rooms.
Out in the hall, March groans and rubs her eyes. Her pink hair was disheveled with several sides sticking out as if she’d gotten struck by lightning on a particularly stormy day.
“Mmnnhgg… I couldnt sleep at all last night..” She whines, yawning.
Dan Heng hummed thoughtfully. He looked far more put together than he should given how early it was. “I thought I heard music last night.”
“OH AEONS ABOVE THANK GOD,” Trailblazer threw their hands in the air, butting in uninvited.
“ACK! Quit yelling! You’re giving me a migraine!”
“Hush March- like I said, I thought I was going crazy I kept hearing stuff..”
You and Sunday just happened to have overheard the grumbling ahead, and promptly turned to look at one another at the same time. He looked guilty.
You cleared your throat. “Whoops..”
“I suppose we played too loud..” Sunday winces.
“AHA! SO THE NOISE CAME FROM YOU TWO!” A familiar voice sounded from behind the both of you, making you and Sunday stiffen.
You gulp, turning around slowly. “..Good morning, conductor.”
“Pom-pom didnt get a good night’s sleep at all!! You two are being put on cleaning duty, I hope you know that!!” Pom-pom jabs a stubby paw at the two culprits before them, fuming.
“..I sincerely apologize, conductor-”
“ARGH!!! Caught.. red handed.. I hate cleaning.. sniff.”
So perhaps playing at night was not the best idea after all. Yet despite being in trouble, you and Sunday shared a quiet laugh. The conductor just hadn’t seen you and Sunday’s jaw dropping performance yet- thats the only reason they’re so grumpy about it. You’re a hundred percent sure!
Just you wait. You secretly thought. Oh, just you wait.
Guess what instrument i used to play :p
Anyway, this was a perfect chance to practice being more descriptive but i cant even think of a synonym for the word ‘said’. ..Is my writing career over?
