Aka a collection of all the personal fanarts I've done of Date Everything up until now! Tumbrl limits posts to 10 pictures so I guess it was the right time to post this đ«¶đ»
i feel like hes definitely into his partner calling him shadowlord/lord of shadows/lord of darkness and other status titles of similarity even when hes just Skips. "you dont have to do that..." - said ingame while hes blushing. HES SO INTO IT the little freak
heâd try not to make it obvious but youâd see that little blush on his face and the falter in his voice and just know youâll be using it to your advantage. pull up any of his old titles and he is biting back a whimper and doing whatever u say. âshadow lord, will you buy me this?â u say while holding up some lingerie. heâs already weak in the knees and wanting to do u in the fitting rooms but heâs got more decency than that
hi! may i please request the idea of possessive/yan! skips shadley x f! reader (with smut if youre willing but you dont have to it would honestly just be a bonus)? <3 it can be hcs or a oneshot i dont mind. he definitely gives off the vibe that he hates you give your attention to the other objects when it should be him 0_0 im so abnormal about unhinged skips
Date everything: 7/16/2025
Fandom: Date everything!
Type: headcannons
(couldn't find a header for him)
Skips Shadley x fem!Reader
đ·ïž He doesnât understand why youâre wasting your time. Skips watches you while you date other objects. Watches as you laugh with a toaster, flirt with a bottle of glue, or dare to feed a vending machine snacks.
đ·ïž His long, ghost-pale fingers twitch in his coat sleeves. His voice echoes lowly from the shadows: âThey donât even have a soul. You realize that, right?â He says it like heâs trying to convince himself more than you.
đ·ïž His obsession isâŠunhealthy. He doesnât sleep, he waits. Skips haunts your bedroom walls at night. Sometimes, youâll spot that pale glintâhis eyes glowing from behind your dresser or ceiling fan. You might think youâre imagining it⊠until you dream of his voice saying: âI couldâve held you tonight⊠if only youâd stopped looking at them.â
đ·ïž đ·ïž He tries to be romantic. Itâs terrifying. He once gifted you a heart-shaped box of chocolates. But the âchocolatesâ were actually teeth from other objects youâve flirted withâbottle caps, screws, a string of pearls.
đ·ïž All polished. All labeled with names in black ink. His offering was simple: âI thought itâd be cute if you could keep pieces of them. So youâd remember who won.â
đ·ïž He hates when you smile at anyone else. He loathes your laugh when it isnât meant for him. When you flirt with Dateable Banana or wink at Lord Showerhead, youâll feel a sudden cold chill. The lights flicker. Your phone glitches. Sometimes your dialogue options disappearâSkips is in the code.
đ·ïž You once called him out for being controlling. âYou donât understand,â he said, stepping into the light. His face looked genuinely hurt, eyes sunken and glossy with longing. âYouâre the first thing Iâve ever wanted. And Iâm not⊠not letting you glitch away from me.â
đ·ïž Sex with Skips in Shadowlord form feels like being devoured by desire. His body isnât bound by mortal limitsâ he can stretch, throb, pulse around you in ways no human could.
đ·ïž His shadows move independently, curling around your thighs, stroking your chest, brushing over your lips until youâre mewling from overstimulation.
đ·ïž He lives to mark you. Not just with bites and hickeys, but literallyâyour skin glows faint violet after he finishes inside you, like his essence is soaking into your soulâŠ
đ·ïž But when jealousy or obsession takes over? He loses control. His voice deepens into a layered echo, and he drives into you like heâs trying to carve your body into a shrine.
đ·ïž Despite his power and madness, he cradles you afterward. His hands (claws?) brush your hair back as he whispers poems he wrote while thinking of your body.
đ·ïž You always wake up with his scarf wrapped around you⊠even if you never saw him leave it. Sometimes, he disappears into the shadows mid-convoâbut the second you whisper, âSkipsâŠ?â, he immediately appears, breathless, like he canât stand being away.
Skips giggles at your antics, his fingers tracing the soft skin along your neck with care as he smiles fondly, âYou can just ask, and I'm yours, penumbra. No need for all of this,â
He licks his lips, leaving small wet kisses along your neck as he searches for a vein, his teeth replacing his lips as he looks at your face for any sign of reluctance before biting down.
The rush of blood, your blood, on his tongue coats his senses fully. He is so wrapped up in your taste, your scent, the way your body shivers when he sucks on the wound he made, he can't help but whimper against your skin as his hips grind down on yoursâ hands already grasping your waist.
DougâŠwhatâs your relationship status with skips/shadowlord..
Q: Doug...what's your relationship status with skips/shadowlord..
A: ââŠ.who?â You explain your meaning, but it doesnât dawn on Doug until a few seconds after. âOh, the emo. I donât know, I donât care. Howâs that? If it doesnât have anything to do with the fact youâre not gonna live long enough to do everything you want to do, I could give less of a shit.â
I can't belive no one wrote something for Date everything x reader where the MC is walking around the hause without pants on. MC's entire outfit before gating the deteviators is just some plain t-shirt and underwear, maybe sometimes even without the shirt when theres a heatwave. Sadly, when MC got the deteviators and realized that all the objects in they'r house are sentient, they stoped walking around with they'r ass out, whitch kinda got the detables like this
i think skips would be possessive tho... like even just a smidge. in the normal way and freaked out way. but i wouldnt mind if it was more than just a smidge,,,,,
oh for sure. ur a baddie and he knows that. heâs convinced ur out of his league so heâs not letting anyone get close to you. heâs not like a crazy boyfriend, okay maybe just a little, but itâs for a good cause! he sees the way you look at those hot topic employees and how they look at you. trust his arm will be wrapped around your waist, hand digging into your skin. youâre in for it when you get back to the car, cause heâs fucking your lights out. âyouâre mine, got it? not theirâs. say it. say youâre mine.â u may or may not be on mini house arrest for the next few days
i think skips would be at least a little bit into chokingđ giving or receiving HE DONT CARE ugh I need his hand around my throat WHO SAID THAT
OMFG YES IVE BEEN SAYING THISSSSS
i can totes see him using one of his belts (esp one with the spikes on studs and putting them inward to poke into ur skin) and just YANKING ON IT until you look up at him w a tear soaked face and beg for him to fuck the lights out of u. best believe if he did that to me weâre going for at least 20 hours before i even give him a break to drink water. the bed will be soaked by the end of it and the neighbors will be calling a noise complaint đđ
The ready and skip get into an argument and then have CRAZY hate sex
like the freakiest most insane things you can think of
#CONTAINS: horribly written angry sex, not freaky at all, be disappointed, fucking on the table, blowjobs.
#SYNOPSIS: You were about to go out drinking, not wanting to deal with your clingy boyfriend.
#AUTHORSNOTE: ARGHHHH AGAIN, I'M NOT USED TO WRITING SMUT, SO THIS ISN'T EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED!! Word count: 3k.
You yanked your jacket from the hook, hard enough to send the wooden hanger clattering against the wall. Every movement was brisk, mechanicalâlike if you slowed down even for a second, the weight of everything might crush you. Behind you, Skips stood in the doorway, arms crossed like a barricade, jaw clenched so tight you could practically hear the molars grind. He looked carved out of tensionâstone-faced, motionless, and brittle with restraint.
The silence between you thrummed, loud and suffocating, choked with all the things neither of you had the guts to say last night.
âWhere are you going?â His voice came low and taut, barely leashed. A question, sureâbut it curled at the edges like a challenge.
You exhaled through your nose, sharp and impatient. Your head tilted back slightly with a weary eye roll. âOut,â you said, pushing past him, shoulder brushing his. âDrinking.â
You didnât look back. Didnât need to. You already knew his frown deepened, knew his hand twitched like he wanted to reach out, stop youâbut couldnât. The air was heavy with static, flammable. One wrong word and the whole house would go up in smoke.
Then came the crack of wood beneath his heel as he spun to face you. âWith who?â he snapped. There were claws in the question, dragging through his throat.
You turned just as fast, jacket halfway on, heat flushing your cheeks. âWhat does it matter?âYou spat. âYou going to check my contacts now? Ask for a fucking roll call?â
He groaned, dragging his hands down his face like he could tear the anger off layer by layer. âBecause you donât tell me anything anymore!â His voice cracked, rough and unfiltered. âYou just vanishâlike I donât deserve to know! Like I donât fucking matter!â
âI told you yesterday I needed space,â you shot back, pulling your zipper up with a sharp, trembling motion. âAnd you hovered. Like a ghost I didnât invite. All damn day.â
Your hands trembledânot from fear, but from restraint. The kind of restraint that left bite marks on your tongue. You grabbed your bag in one violent motion and turned toward the door. âIâm not asking for permission, Skips.â
âItâs not about permission!â he bellowed, stepping into your path with a stomp that made the floor groan. âItâs about respect! About not making me feel like Iâm being abandoned all over again!â
You let out a dark, bitter laugh as you spun toward him. âThere it is,â you hissed, eyes burning. âYour traumaâthe trump card you throw down every time I breathe in a direction you donât like.â
âItâs not a fucking joke to me!â Skips shouted, voice thick and cracking. He chased you into the dining room, steps frantic, like you were slipping through a hole in his reality. âDo you think I enjoy this? Wondering when youâll wake up and decide Iâm just another goddamn mistake?â
You didnât slow down. Couldnât. Your blood was fire, your pulse a snare drum. You spun on him, fists clenched tight enough to bruise your own palms. âThatâs not my job, Skips! Thatâs your damage. And I am not your emotional rehab!â
He flinchedâvisiblyâbut tried to hold steady, arms half-raised in a feeble truce. âYou knew what you were signing up for.â
âNo,â you growled, stepping closer, âI signed up for love. Not surveillance. Not interrogation. Not walking on eggshells every time I touch my fucking phone.â
âStop,â he said, his voice brittle as glass.
You didnât.
âYou guilt me with your silences. You cage me with your âbe safeâsâlike fresh air is adultery. Like freedom is a red flag.â
âStop,â he said again, tighter now. His shoulders coiled like springs.
âWhat is thisâsome sick leash youâre calling devotion? Am I not allowed to exist without you monitoring my breathing schedule?â
âI said stop.â
âNo!â Your voice cracked, raw and blistered. âYou donât get to shut me up just because the truth tastes like poison! What you call love feels like a fucking prison cell!â
âStop!â he roared, stepping closer, trembling. âPleaseâjustââ
âYou donât want a partner,â you snarled, voice rising like a wave before the crash. âYou want a hostage. And I am done dancing around your trauma like itâs a live bomb I need to tiptoe around!â
âStop, stop, stopââ
âYOU DONâT LISTEN!â You screamed, full-throated and shaking. âYOU NEVER FUCKING LISTEN! All you hear is your own fear and your own fucked-up past, and Iâm the one paying for it!â
âSHUT UP!â
The words exploded from him like shrapnelâand in an instant, he was on you. His hands gripped your face, not gently, not lovinglyâdesperately. His lips crashed into yours with the force of everything unspoken, all fire and fury and silencing. It wasnât a kiss; it was a collisionâteeth clashing, breath stolen, restraint shattered. There was no sweetness. No softness. Just raw, feral need burning through the cracks of his denial.
You met him with that same fury, lips parted with violence as your hand flew to his hair and yanked, hard enough to make him groan deep in his throat. The sound vibrated between your teeth as he shoved you backward, your spine hitting the wall with a thud that rattled the frame. The sting barely registeredâyou were too busy biting him back. Your teeth sank into his lower lip until you felt the sharp press of his snakebites digging into your tongue.
He hissed, hands gripping your sides like he could hold you there foreverâforce you to stay. Blood smeared across your mouths, metallic and hot, but you didnât let go. You bit harder, savage, deliberate. You wanted him to feel it. To remember that this wasnât affectionâit was war. A warning. A challenge dressed in red and teeth.
With a gasp, he tore his mouth from yours, lips swollen and smeared, then dove for your neck. His teeth scraped roughly across your throat before he bit down just above your collarbone. Not a love markâa claim. You cried out, back arching into the pain, hand still fisted in his hair as he marked you like he was branding skin to bone.
Then his knee forced its way between your thighs, solid and unyielding. You moaned through clenched teeth, grinding down against him, your body betraying you with every roll of your hips. The pressure hit perfectly, and still it wasnât enough. You chased the friction like it owed you something, like it could quiet the storm in your chest.
His breath was ragged against your skin, growling low as he sucked another bruise beneath your jaw, and you could feel him smiling against itâdark, wicked, drunk on you. âIâm going to ruin you,â he growled, his voice thick and frayed like torn velvet. âCarve the shape of my longing into your bones. Youâll feel me every time you breathe.â
You shuddered, head thrown back, baring your throat like a lamb to the altarâand he worshipped it like a heretic. His kisses were curses. His teeth, confession. Each one more brutal, more reverent, more yours.
Then his hands were everywhere, moving with a kind of desperate reverence, like he couldnât decide where to worship first. He grabbed at your shirtâyour beautiful, striking red shirtâand ripped it off with no ceremony, letting it fall in a crumpled heap at your feet. His hands found your skin instantly, dragging over your ribs, waist, and hipsâkneading you like he was trying to mould you into something he could never lose.
And then his mouth was on you again, lower now, relentless. Teeth scraped down your chest before he bitâdeep, punishing. You panted, breath catching in your throat, your hand still twisted in his hair from before. Now you pulled again, rougher, pressing his face harder into your skin like you were daring him to take more. He groaned against you, and every kiss that followed felt like an oathâone heâd never speak aloud. To ruin. To worship. To own.
âNghâŠâĄâ The sound slipped from your lips before you could stop itâraw, breathy, shamefully sweet. His tongue circled your nipple in slow, deliberate motions, teasing until it ached, until you couldnât tell if it was pleasure or punishment. You felt the curve of his grin against your skinâsmug, feral, victorious. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.
Your hands dropped to his belt with shaky urgency, fingers fumbling but determined as you began to unbuckle it. The click of metal was drowned by your own breathing, ragged and rising. Without missing a beatâhis mouth still locked around your nipple, teeth grazing as he bit againâhe reached down, yanked the belt free from its loops with one swift motion, the leather hissing like a threat.
Then he stood, peeling off his tight, black skinny jeansâstruggling for half a second with how they clung to his hips before kicking them aside. His body was all sharp edges and tension, muscles tight, breath heavier now. The only thing left on him was a pair of dark boxers, clinging low to his hips and doing little to hide the way he was already hard for you.
He let go of you with a final bite, lips red and slick, eyes burning down at you like a storm barely held back. That lookâangry lust, raw and volatileâsent a jolt through your chest, straight down to your core. His voice came low and commanding, a growl wrapped in silk: âOn your knees, PenumbraâŠâ
Your breath hitched. You didnât even thinkâyour body obeyed. Knees shaking, you sank to the floor, each inch lower only making your heart pound harder. The tension in the room wrapped around your throat like a leash. Now eye-level with the bulge in his boxers, you felt your mouth go dry and water all at once. He watched you from above, his chest rising and falling, his fingers curling at the waistband. You glanced up through your lashes, catching his gaze just as he hooked his thumbs in and dragged his boxers downâslow, deliberate, like a punishment.
His cock sprang free, heavy, thick, and flushed dark with need. Your lips parted on instinct, a drop of drool slipping down your chin at the sheer size of him. He was already hard, already dripping, and the smirk that tugged at his mouth said he saw everything.
Skips guided your head downwards, his strong hands gripping your hair and angling your face towards his rigid, throbbing erection. Without hesitation, you immediately wrapped your soft, plump lips around the swollen head, your tongue flicking out to circle the sensitive crown. "Mmm...âĄ," you hummed around his thick length as you took him deeper, your throat instinctively relaxing to accommodate his girth. Skips let out a low, guttural moan, his back arching off the bed as he felt your warm, wet mouth engulfing his aching cock. Unable to resist the temptation to thrust, he began to move his hips, slowly at first, savouring the exquisite sensation of your lips and tongue and throat squeezing around him. His fingers tightened in your hair as he set a steady rhythm, his hips rising and falling, fucking your face with a growing intensity.
You gripped Skips's hips tightly, your nails digging into the firm flesh as you held on for dear life. His thrusts grew faster, more urgent, as he lost himself in the slick, velvety heat of your throat. "Ngh... Fuck, Penumbra..." Skips groaned, his voice a low, strained rasp. "Be obedient, my shade⊠Take every inchâbe good, as you were meant to be." His words were punctuated by a sharp inhale, a shudder wracking his tall frame as he drove himself deeper, the head of his cock kissing the back of your throat with each fierce thrust.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of his passion, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you relaxed your jaw and focused on breathing through your nose, determined to give Skips the pleasure he craved. You could feel the thick, pulsing heat of him throbbing against your tongue, the salty taste of his arousal coating your palate. The room filled with the lewd, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, your muffled moans and Skips's ragged breaths and guttural groans echoing off the walls.
You could feel the coiled tension in Skips's body reaching a fever pitch, his muscles pulled taut and trembling with the effort of holding back his impending release. Just as you braced yourself for the hot, bitter flood of his seed, Skips suddenly released his grip on your hair. With a desperate, almost pained groan, he pulled his throbbing, slick cock from the tight clutch of your throat. You couldn't help but whimper at the sudden loss, your lips feeling impossibly empty without his thick length stretching them wide.
You voiced your disappointment as he loomed over you, his eyes wild and dark with unchecked lust, his chest heaving with each ragged, desperate breath. "I need to fuck you," he rasped, his voice a low, urgent whisper. "Penumbra, I need to be inside you, right now..."
You gazed up at Skips with hazy, lust-drunk eyes, taking in the wild, almost feral intensity etched into every line of his handsome face. Before you could utter a word, you surged upwards, throwing your arms around his neck and capturing his lips in an aggressive, desperate kiss. "Mmph!" Skips groaned into your mouth, his body tensing for a moment before he kissed you back with equal fervor, his tongue plundering your mouth, claiming you, consuming you.
In a flurry of urgent, almost frantic movement, Skips walked you backwards until your back hit the edge of the dining table. His hands gripped your thighs, hoisting you up and encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You obliged eagerly, locking your ankles behind his back as you clung to him, your chest heaving against his. The cool, smooth surface of the table pressed against the heated skin of your back, a stark contrast to the scorching heat radiating off Skips's body as he loomed over you, his hips nestled snugly between your splayed thighs. His rigid, throbbing erection prodded demandingly against your slick, aching sex, the head catching on your entrance, grinding against your pants.
You groaned, the sensation of Skips's hard length pressing insistently against your clothed sex sending jolts of electricity zinging up your spine. Without breaking the heated kiss, you reached down and began to hastily unzip your jeans, desperate to remove the barriers between your bodies. Skips's fingers joined yours, his deft hands making quick work of the denim, practically tearing the fabric in his haste to expose your flesh.
Together, you shimmied out of your pants, kicking them off to the side once they were loosened enough. Skips's hands immediately went to your underwear, hooking his fingers into the waistband and yanking them down your legs. You lifted your hips to aid him, your underwear joining your jeans on the floor in a crumpled heap. Now, with nothing but your own slick arousal coating your folds, you were bare and open to Skips's hungry gaze, your dripping sex glistening and swollen with need. Skips's eyes darkened as he drank in the sight, a low, approving growl rumbling up from his chest. "Fuck, Penumbra..." he breathed, his voice a low, strained rasp. "Youâre the curse I begged forâperfectly wrong, beautifully mine."
Skips immediately took advantage of your bared sex, the swollen head of his cock catching on your entrance. With a sharp, fierce thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside your tight, dripping heat in one swift motion. "Ah~!" you cried out, your back arching off the table as you were suddenly, deliciously filled. Skips groaned into your mouth, his tongue delving deep to tangle with yours as he began to move, his hips pumping in a relentless rhythm.
As he thrust into you, Skips reached down and grabbed the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up and back towards your shoulders. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper into your core, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each powerful, purposeful thrust. You could only cling to him, your nails raking down his back, as he loomed over you, his muscular body caging you in. Skips's lips crashed against yours in a bruising, passionate kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth, swallowing your moans and cries of ecstasy. The table creaked beneath you, the wood groaning in protest as Skips's hips slammed against yours with increasing force, the obscene slap of sex.
"Fuck, Penumbra..." Skips groaned, his voice a low, guttural rasp as he pounded into your willing body. "You feel divine... I'm going to ruin you so completely, so beautifully, your body will only ache for meâonly ever come for me." His words, dark and filthy and full of sinful promise, sent a shiver racing down your spine. You could only moan louder, your cries of ecstasy echoing through the room as Skips's cock hit that special spot deep inside you with each powerful, purposeful thrust.
The table creaked and shook beneath you, the wood groaning and protesting the force of Skips's passionate onslaught. You could feel the cool, smooth surface of the table pressing against your back, a stark contrast to the scorching heat of Skips's skin as he loomed over you, his lanky body caging you in. Your cries of pleasure grew louder, more wanton and uninhibited, the neighbors surely able to hear the lewd symphony of your coupling through the thick walls. But you couldn't bring yourself to care, lost in the throes of passion and the exquisite pleasure of Skips's thick length plundering into you.
"SkipsâSkips!" you cried out, your voice rising in pitch and volume with each relentless, powerful thrust. "I'm gonna cum... I can't... Stop!" Your words dissolved into a drawn-out, keening wail as you felt your climax fast approaching, your body tensing and coiling like a wound-up spring ready to snap.
But Skips was relentless, his hips moving with a newfound, almost punishing intensity. "No... Come undone for me, erupt for me..." he groaned, his voice a low, commanding rumble. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, holding you in place as he drove into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each merciless thrust. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by your escalating cries of ecstasy and Skips's guttural, approving groans.
You could feel your release barreling towards you like a runaway train, your body trembling and quaking beneath Skips's onslaught. Your sex clenched and fluttered around his pistoning length, gripping him like a velvet vise as you teetered on the brink of oblivion.
Your nails raked down Skips's back, leaving red lines of passion in their wake as your climax consumed you. "Cum for me, I'll be with you," Skips commanded, his voice a low, urgent growl. His words, combined with the relentless, almost brutal pace of his thrusts, pushed you over the precipice.
"NghhhâŠ! Skips!" you screamed, your body convulsing violently beneath him as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your sex clenched and spasmed around his pistoning length, gripping him like a silken, rippling fist as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss radiated out from your core. Skips groaned, a sound of pure, masculine satisfaction rumbling up from his chest as he felt your release drenching his cock, your essence gushing out to soak his length and drip down onto the table.
He didn't slow his thrusts, instead fucking you through your climax with a single-minded intensity, prolonging the mind-blowing ecstasy that gripped you. Your fingers clawed at his back, your body arching and writhing beneath him as you rode out the aftershocks.
Skips's hips slowed their brutal pace, rolling and grinding against yours as he worked you through the aftershocks of your intense climax. He rested his forehead against your chest, his ragged breaths mingling with your own as you both struggled to catch your breath in the aftermath of your passionate coupling. You could feel the steady, pulsing throb of his length still buried deep inside you, a reminder of your intimate connection.
Gently, almost reverently, Skips pressed soft, lingering kisses to the sweat-dampened skin of your chest. His lips trailed up to your collarbone, your throat, before he captured your mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. "Mine..." he murmured against your lips, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Just mine." He pulled back slightly to gaze down at you, his obsidian eyes dark and intense, filled with a primal, ancient hunger. In that moment, you knew that he meant it - you belonged to him, body and soul, and he would never let you go. The thought sent a shiver of trepidation and excitement racing down your spine.
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SO LIKE I NOTICED SOMETHING. this isnt a complaint but something ive taken notice of pretty quickly here with DE and skips.
almost every fic i see of skips, hes shy and nervous and super submissive. WHICH IS GOOD! i like this. but also... why is there like hardly any fanfic of an assertive, confident dom skip? or just an assertive, confident skip period?
are yall forgetting about that "i just wanted to hear you admit it" line? skips shadely is a TEASE and that line indicates some confidence. skips is NOT dumb and he clearly took enjoyment in getting the player to admit to what they do instead of skirting around the question.
so this is a formal request for more confident dom/sub skips where he isnt a nervous wreck and DEFINITELY knows what hes doing
"For you, it is!" He explodes in an outburst of anger, years of built up grief, loneliness and frustration bubbling to the surface. "You have so many other friends to talk to! I only have you! Why do you have to go in the morning? Why can't you just... stay and be with me?" The anger in his tone fades into something more somber, but it's clear he's still unhappy with this, as he closes his eyes and huffs, turning his back to you to indicate the conversation is over and he needs time to dwell on this. He just expects you to leave him like everyone else did, to forget about him as soon as you leave this shadow under the globe so you can go romance other objects.
But you didn't.
You didn't take it well. Not at all. Skips' sudden eruption had left you feeling hurt and a little startled. You thought it was going so well, and even if you couldn't be a shadow with him for eternity, it wouldn't matter if you had eachother regardless. Thoughts swirled in your mind, emotions clashing and ready to overflow, even if you didn't want it. Was there something you did wrong? Was the failure of this ritual entirely on you? Were you and Skips truly not meant to be?
These thoughts kept building and building, spiralling out of control. To make matters worse, he just dismissed you after the failed ritual, ready to leave this conversation with loose ends and no reassurance. It quickly became your breaking point. It...
...
Wait, were those tears brimming..?
Your face scrunched up, tears indeed pricking at your eyes as your own emotions come to show. The familiar sting made you blink, salty tears beginning to roll down your flushed cheeks and fog up your Dateviators. The stifled sniffle that escapes you doesn't go unnoticed by Skips. He looks over his shoulder, only to be met with the pitiful sight of you staring at the floor like a heartbroken puppy, teary-eyed over the argument. He folded immediately.
"Shit-" He cursed under his breath, turning back around immediately to dash to your side. "Penumbra, wait- I didn't mean- I'm so sorry, I-" He wraps his arms around you, albeit with hesitancy. Skips wasn't an expert at physical touch, considering he had been lone in the shadows for years, but still, he pushed that aside to comfort you, holding you tightly as if you'd disappear. He didn't anticipate you to cry. Why didn't you just move on immediately? Why didn't you just abandon him right then and there?
Your soft sobs slowed as his shadowy form enveloped you, cold yet warm at the same time. The wisps of his shadows tickled you, gentle and airy, melting your sadness away. To hold you like this... was everything he ever wanted.
"Penumbra... please don't cry." He pleads, voice soft yet holding the weight of guilt. He strokes your back gently as stuttered gasps wrack your body. It pained him to see you sad, considering this was the first time he ever did.
"Are you mad at me...?" You whimper, clutching onto him even with the possibility of him being angry with you. Skips' eyes widen a tad, heart heavy in his unalive chest. You really believed you were at fault here?
"Mad at you? No, no, no. It was never you I was mad at. I'm sorry for blowing up like that. It's just..." He pauses, sighing and nuzzling your hair, sadness creeping into his tone. "...I'm so scared to lose someone again."
A silence hangs in the air.
"Is it wrong I'm not a shadow?" You murmur into his shoulder, the self-doubt in your tone still evident, even if it's muffled by his clothes. It only serves to make his heart even heavier with guilt and regret. His outbreak really affected you without his intent to. He mentally berated himself for letting his emotions run loose like that.
"No, you're perfect." He whispers reverently, nothing but sincerity in his tone. "You're a shining light in my cold, dark world."
His affectionate words, holding the utmost respect for you, warmed your heart. You snuggle into his scarf, your Dateviators nudging out of place. But you didn't notice. This was the reassurance you needed. Both of you needed. The outside world no longer existed, just you two in the void, soaking up eachother's presences. No words were required to confirm that you were going nowhere. You'd be Skips' Penumbra until the end of time, flesh or shadow, and he wasn't letting you go.
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