#antisepticeye x chase brody

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here a TF2 x JSE Egos AU im workin on.

Chase as The Scout

Anti as The Demoman

[kalcifers-blog]

Do you have TMA JSEgos ideas for all the egos?

YES I DO

Chase-

Affiliation with The Eye, in terms that he'd make a good Eye Avatar as well as the fact that he'd be a victim of it as well, everything that was shown in AF:CB was so unbelievably Eye Coded its unreal. I do think there would be some connection that could be made with The Lonely (for obvious reasons) The Buried (the idea of him being confined to a small room for days on end, and how suffocating it must feel to be in his position) and also The Desolation- with his greatest pain at the moment is him still actively grieving the loss of his family and how his life has been destroyed because of it.

JJ-

This mother fucker is so Web coded it's unreal. We have no idea what role JJ plays, whether he's a puppet or puppet master or both, and part of me thinks that JJ likes to keep it that way. I can see JJ being manipulative in the same way Martin is? It's all through surface level kindness, people pleasing and hiding his true feelings on a person, whether or not this is intentional is something I think should be completely left ambiguous.

Marvin -

Similar to Chase, I think Marvin has the potential for being extremely Eye Coded, but he goes about it in a very different way. Arguably he's more Eye Coded than Chase is in some ways- But I do also think that it could be a thing that he's equal parts Desolation and Eye, maybe with elements of The Hunt. He will hunt down the answers he craves that he's almost hungry for- and it will destroy him in the process, but he can't turn away from it.

Jackie -

This may be a teeny bit controversial since I've seen a few people say Jackie would be The Hunt or The Desolation- (which I don't entirely disagree with) but I think Jackie would be The Lonely and The Vast by far. The work of a hero is inherently an isolating one, there's no one Jackie can really go too for advice or who would understand even without the whole "needing to keep a secret identity" thing- and that's not even including that it doesn't really seem Jackie has too many people he can rely on ? Jackie's story also features space and the universe a lot and it's clear that he's very interested in it, he doesn't fear heights or falling, he embraces it even. Honestly, if he weren't poor he'd be prime for being a Fairchild.

Henrik -

I have so many different takes on what Henrik could be it's kinda insane but fuck it we ball. So first thing that comes to mind is The Spiral, due to the whole Mad Scientist trope Henrik seems to be based on and the whole Wonderland episode (iykyk) is very Henrik coded imo. However, there are also elements of The Corruption here? Where Henrik's manifestation of Anti could be a growing sickness - but this seems more like Henrik would be a victim of it than being an Avatar. Also I hear you out when it comes to Henrik being Not!Themed and I love the idea so fucking much like I really do and I can fully see that being a thing.

So my general idea is that Henrik had elements of The Spiral, maybe was affected by it in some way and maybe had a run in or two with The Corruption, before ultimately dying and being replaced by The Not!Them, leaving us as the viewers being the only ones noticing the change but not being able to do anything about it.

Anti -

I have a love-hate relationship when talking about Anti in terms of TMA avatar for him. But my general idea is that he is all of them. He's the manifestation of fear and can shift and change himself to whatever he's targeting to affect them in the worst way possible. I guess naturally he'll have more connection with the Eye to be able to do that but yeah.

I do have more thoughts which I might put in a reblog but I can't lie it's 4.33 AM and I am not thinking cohesively so I hope this works for the time being

[yuckie-obsessive]

Idea yandere septiceyes x dead Reader and all of them work together to bring back reader from the after life. And reader tries to escape all the septiceyes and all of them working together to get reader back "home"

I’ve never really considered any of the other egos other than Chase and Anti. I guess I can make some HC lists for this.

Guys, I totally went overboard on this so I really hope you enjoy xD

Note: I’m only gonna cover Anti, Chase, Henrik, Jackieboy, JJ and Marvin, respectively. The latter four being a tentative take on the yandere side of these characters. I don’t know much about their fleshed out personalities or what is widely accepted in the community. So… please be kind 😅

Back From The Dead

Gonna clean the set up a little: the egos are trying their best to bring back dead!reader, with or without help. When reader is brought back, they understandably cannot comprehend their situation. They are scared out of their mind at the reality of being revived. Each ego reacts in their own way and pursue reader to bring them “home”.

- cause of death is up to your imagination

Tw: death (obviously), obsessive/possessive behavior (yandere), implied nudity, blood, use of restraints, abuse mention, kidnapping, gaslighting, stalking, drugging, alcoholism, non-consensual medical procedure, mind control, physical possession (body control), isolation, mental breakdown, anxiety

Jacksepticeye Egos x Reader (gender neutral)

Okay let’s get into it.

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Anti: possessive yandere

How he finds & feels about (y/n):

He met you through Chase, and though he was initially annoyed with yet another person to keep track of, a devilish plan formed in his mind.

A being as soft as you, so incredibly soft, would be easy to manipulate to his own wishes.

Don’t expect to have privacy ever around him after this.

Especially online.

He has immense control over all things electric, of course, and will use that to know what your habits are.

Even peeping through your phone’s camera and mic to monitor you.

He wouldn’t really call this being obsessive until he got in far too deep.

He isolates you and eventually lures you into a home he had “renovated” for his needs.

Then begins the long process of reprogramming your mind.

Though, he starts growing soft.

You are kind, no one had ever really been this kind to him before.

He doesn’t allow you to talk to the other egos anymore.

He’s not sharing you with anyone.

Hating when people mess with what’s his.

And you’ve become his most prized treasure.

All your attention belongs to him.

What happens when you die:

Denial.

You can’t be gone.

You shouldn’t have had the opportunity to encounter anything dangerous under his watchful eye.

This shouldn’t have happened.

His emotions are manic and volatile at any provocation.

Exploding and lashing out at anyone and everything that slightly inconveniences him.

You are the only thing that kept him calm.

And he’d do almost anything to bring you back.

Almost.

Would he reach out for help?:

Absolutely tf not.

He doesn’t want to be seen as weak.

Ever.

Reaching out to any other ego would be a huge hit to his own supersized pride.

You were already removed from them and he would never put you in a position to be taken away.

They would just fuck it all up anyway.

He wants to bring you back and prove to himself that he can overpower death itself.

How he would bring you back:

His range of control is vast within the online sphere.

He will quickly scan through billions of lines of text and code to search for answers.

Anti is precise in executing this plan to bring you back.

Using knowledge of human anatomy and various texts about the human consciousness, he would use a mix of both science and magic.

He is basically a demon after all.

He uses dark forces to pull you back to reality.

Wherever you ended up, he forcefully pulls you back into the waking world.

And he will ensure everything falls into place perfectly.

Reactions after he brings you back:

Your eyes flutter open and his pride is reinforced.

He can do anything, even bringing the dead back to life.

Then the rush of relief hits.

You were back with him.

He envelopes you in a tight embrace.

Possessively so.

This wasn’t going to happen again, he would make sure of it.

You’re frightened, naturally.

It’s an expected human response.

He wouldn’t be surprised.

But he’s still a little hurt when you wrestle yourself out of his hold and bolt for the door.

How do you escape?:

Oh, darling… you won’t.

This house you resided in had every inch connected to a mainframe.

He could detect every movement, controlling every working aspect from a single point.

So when you grab the handle to the front door, you shouldn’t be shocked to find it locked.

You also shouldn’t be surprised to find every exit suddenly blocked by shutters.

How he reacts to your escape:

He knows this is a terrifying process.

You just died and were revived. You must still remember the pain.

But he put in all that work and wasn’t going to let you go so easily.

No no no, he wouldn’t allow it.

Fight and reject him?

He’ll just laugh in your face.

Never admitting that it hurt him.

Everyone made his life so goddamn difficult.

He gave you affection, resurrected you and THIS is how you thank him?

Now he keeps you locked in your room 24/7.

Strapping you down to your bed, you have as much time as you need to reflect and accept how kind he’s been.

He provides you with everything you need to barely survive, of course

And watches you break down enough in order to return you to the normal life you shared.

By force.

“Do you think I want to do this? I’m NOT letting you get hurt again! You understand don’t you? I’m keeping you safe from yourself.”

Accept him?

He’ll hold you and calm you down with back rubs and sweet words of reassurance.

Treating you to all of your favorite things.

You might be treated like a porcelain doll from now on, but he does so lovingly.

The thought of going out was a long forgotten dream.

At least not without him practically glued to your side.

His form distorts and his expression shifts wildly at the idea of letting you out to get hurt again.

Though he hides it from you as best he can.

He just can’t stand the thought of letting you put yourself in ANY situation where you could get hurt.

So he’s all too happy to keep you at his side permanently.

His sweet, sweet (y/n).

You’ve already shared so much together after all.

He knows you better than you know yourself.

“I’m so glad we can be together forever. I’ll keep a better eye on you from now on, I promise… You’re my everything~”

Chase Brody: protective yandere

How he finds & feels about (y/n):

after his family had… disappeared, you became his new family.

He relied on you.

You distracted him from everything else.

You listened and were there when he would break down.

You were comforting.

You knew how to handle his depressive episodes.

He decided he wouldn’t lose you like he lost everyone else.

Understand, he has to study anyone that comes into your life.

To keep you safe.

People can take you away.

They could hurt you.

It’s why he kept you distant from the other egos.

Knowing all too well the dangers of a few notable figures…

So he asked you to move in with him- as a roommate.

He needed your stability.

You even helped him out of his alcoholism when you moved in.

He could finally see the silver lining.

What happens when you die:

Panic and denial.

Not again not again not again.

You were his everything!

He NEEDED you!

How was he going to survive when everyone in his life died before him?

He’s willing to do anything to bring you back.

Would he reach out for help?: 

Yes.

Though a little hesitant, he reaches out to Marvin first as he was seen as the most trustworthy.

Marvin suggests getting Henrik involved.

He’s nervous to ask Henrik. He’s eccentric at the best of times.

But they get him involved and start a plan to bring you back.

How he would bring you back:

They use both Marvin’s magical abilities and Henrik’s extensive medical knowledge.

Reviving your body and calling your consciousness back to the living world.

Reactions after they bring you back:

Literally crying from happiness and relief.

It didn’t seem possible.

He always held out hope though.

Your confused and frightened and at first Chase didn’t understand why.

Henrik explains how you probably remember the pain of dying.

Marvin counters that you could’ve had a metaphysical experience and you weren’t ready to return.

Regardless, you run as a result of your frightened state.

How do you escape?:

Simply running.

None of them were expecting this outcome, leaving them unprepared.

WAIT A MINUTE-

You could get hurt again!

Chase can’t go through another instance of this- it might actually break him fully he lets that happen.

How he reacts to your escape:

He’s frantic and enlists the help of the other two egos to track you down and bring you back to safety.

Reject and fight him?

He’s devastated.

His closest friend, his family, no longer wants anything to do with him?

Wait, he can change your mind!

So he stalks you.

You can’t get anywhere without him knowing.

He sends care packages of your favorite things.

Writes letters about how much he misses you and how he wants to talk.

Apologize for whatever he did wrong.

Not admitting that he started drinking again.

He moves to whatever city you relocated to.

Asks you questions about your new life.

Eventually he thinks you prefer things this way.

Okay, he can keep his distance.

But he’s never going to fully leave you.

Ever.

Until you let your guard down enough for him to take you back home.

“You know I’ll always be lookin’ out for ya. Though, it’s starting to get hard to protect you when you keep running around so much… (Y/n), can we go home now?”

If you come willingly?

Chase is still an anxious wreck, but your presence is reliably calming.

He sticks close to your side for months until he’s able to even remotely relax.

Don’t think you’ll be able to return to an independent life.

He needs to know everything you’re doing at all times.

You can hardly do anything without him over your shoulder.

He would rather spend the rest of his days glued to you rather than risk you being hurt again.

“Babe, I-I know I haven’t been the greatest person to be around. Actually I’m straight up terrible- especially for letting this happen. You’ll forgive me wont you? Please! You’re all I have left… and you know I’m always here for you right?”

Henrik Schneeplestien: controlling yandere

How he finds & feels about (y/n):

Initially a doctor/patient relationship.

Purely professional.

He gets to see you regularly.

From simple colds to mental struggles.

He wouldn’t say this to a patient, but you were the saddest little thing he’s seen in ages.

Regularly wondering how you’re clumsily drifting through life.

How were you still alive with all this misfortune?

It was amusing at first.

Then a bubbling worry began to grow.

You were always kindhearted, treating staff with high respect. 

Including himself.

If not a bit quiet and shy.

Looking at your hands anxiously or really anywhere else when discussing your issues.

God, you really were just an absolute wreck.

Was no one looking after you?

Surely someone had to be.

Right?

The tipping point was seeing you covered with various bruises during a physical.

It reminded him of the abuse victims he would occasionally encounter.

You waved them all off as not being the most coordinated at work or at home.

Making him felt anxious…

Something worse could happen.

He had to take action before you got even more hurt.

Henrik wasn’t above slowing drugging you into slowly depending on him.

So your visits became more frequent

Until you broke down in his office from the stress of this “new ailment”

You could hardly work your job and these constant visits were draining your wallet.

He was reassuring and comforting.

Everything will be much better from now on, he promised that.

Then preparing another injection of medication “to ease the pain and stress”.

It was too easy.

You fell unconscious.

As it was an impromptu visit after hours, no one was around to see him carry you off in his car.

Stealing you away from everyone else.

What happens when you die:

Stoic.

He knew someday something like this might happen.

So he already has a plan to bring you back.

He’s thought of this in advance after all.

He had a solution for every medical possibility.

You were the most important thing to him, so he needed some way to revive you should an accident like this occur.

Would he reach out for help?: 

No.

Everything is under control and an emotional ego would only get in the way.

They never met you anyway.

You essentially didn’t exist to the outside world so letting others know where you are would only bring more trouble.

How he would bring you back:

He is a medical expert.

Multiple times he has mapped your brain and nervous system.

Without your knowledge…

An invasive surgery and a large cocktail of drugs made in-house would reawaken your system.

Much time passed with this procedure.

But sure enough, you’re body awoke with a gasp and heavy coughing.

Like being born anew.

Reactions after he brings you back:

He had conditioned you at this point to feel comfort with his presence.

And is expecting you to be delighted with his god-like abilities.

But this situation was one never experienced for you.

It frightened you to your core.

Enough for you to blindly rush forward, trying to run away from the awful pain.

How do you escape?:

You run out of his makeshift operating room and out into the open.

Ripping open all the stitching from your life-giving operation.

You obviously didn’t make it far.

Warm blood rushing down your limbs.

Once the pain set in, you drop and nearly fainted from seeing so much red.

How he reacts to your escape:

Genuinely surprised to see you run off like that.

Concerned something could go wrong as you left his sight.

You needed rest.

You needed to heal.

Now you were exposing your injured self to the rot of the world.

When he finds you, he’s distraught but moves with purpose.

Coming to rescue his favorite patient.

Fight him?

He has a sedative ready.

Then carries your unconscious body back inside.

Oh how he wishes you didn’t fight.

Those legs would be a problem in the future…

Another surgery.

That pesky little problem is taken care of.

Now you wouldn’t run away.

Another surgery would fix that inner voice telling you to run.

Maybe remove some of those problematic memories too.

Working you back to that precious little darling he sculpted you into.

“Libeling, I do this out of love you see. Can you imagine what else could happen if I wasn’t here to save you?”

Accept his help?

He is more than forgiving.

Of course your emotions had overtaken logic.

The human condition is hard to predict, but he is patient with you.

He gently carries you back inside to tend to your wounds.

He is careful and every movement executed with precision.

Your gentle soul settled in an even more delicate body.

He worships your form.

While you heal, you are forbidden from moving until the stitches can be removed.

Maybe even longer…

He acts as your hands from now on.

He’s already seen everything so there was nothing to be bashful about.

He washes your body.

Cleans your teeth.

Hand feeds you.

Dresses you everyday.

You may not have independence, but he would give you anything you wanted.

As long as it had nothing to do with the outside world.

And you never had to leave his sight.

“Shatz, DON’T- please don’t get up. Let me get that for you. You could get hurt again! I’m your doctor (y/n), and I know what’s best for you.”

Jackieboy Man: paranoid yandere

How he finds & feels about (y/n):

Casually sees you in a specific part of town on this routine checks around town.

For some reason he felt a pull to you.

Making a small habit of observing you from different vantage points.

Small turned into regular occurrences.

He found where you lived.

Turning into a full blown obsession.

Needing to know everything you liked, what you did, where you worked.

He slipped up on his responsibilities to the common people.

But you became far more important in his eyes.

He enjoyed sneaking into your home undetected.

Watching you sleep…

You had never been this safe in your life.

Until you fell under his constant watch.

He introduced himself by “random chance”.

You knew of this hometown hero and were naturally excited.

It became common to “run into” him from this point.

Well, you might as well get to know each other over coffee in the mornings,

And lunches,

And dinners.

After a time, you invited him into your home.

Seems he was already comfortable, but you simply waved it off as his nonchalant attitude and usually chipper disposition.

He showed you his face.

An intense display of trust.

You were his after this.

He was paranoid someone would catch on to your relationship.

So he whisked you away to an undisclosed location.

To protect you.

His job brought too much danger to your life.

Now all those bad people can’t possibly hurt you anymore.

What happens when you die:

Guilt.

He wasn’t protective enough.

This was his fault.

He owed it to you to bring you back.

You didn’t deserve this.

You are the most precious thing in his world.

Would he reach out for help?:

As long as he trusted them enough.

Which is an extremely short list.

Marvin would team up with him on occasion so he sought his help and expertise.

How he would bring you back:

Closely supervising Marvin as he conducts his rituals.

Being caught breathing down his neck and rightfully walked back to let him work.

Jackie is just nervous to whether this will even work.

Or that he might worsen the situation more than it is now.

That changes when Marvin succeeds.

Reactions after he brings you back:

Jackie can’t believe his eyes at first.

But there you were.

Bright eyed and alive.

But… something’s wrong.

Your breathing is fast and you look panicked.

Wait- why are you running?

You can’t leave!

Not now!

Not when he just got you back!

How do you escape?:

Trying to flee into the isolated landscape.

You end up lost and more disoriented than when you woke up.

Having a panic attack when you finally tire out.

How he reacts to your escape:

Using any ability to track you down.

Nothing would stop him from finding you.

And eventually.

He does.

Seeing you distraught causes him to quickly take you into his arms.

Resist him?

Now he’s hurt.

Why did you have this sudden change of heart?

What did Marvin do to you?

He has to practically drag you back to the base.

You weren’t in your right mind.

Even if he has to restrain you, he’s going to break you out of whatever mind control you had to be under.

He excommunicates Marvin and everyone else.

“Don’t be upset! The bad man is gone now-“

Moving you to another country.

Deeply isolating the both of you.

He just can’t find the missing piece to bring you back to him.

But he’d never give up on you.

Everyday he loves you, you know he does.

And he knows somewhere deep inside, you love him back.

One day these effects will wear off and you two will be happily back in each others arms.

He just has to wait.

“Baby I know you’re in there somewhere. I’m nothing if I can’t be your hero… I will wait until the end of time for you to come back to me. I love you (y/n).”

Return to him?

He’s relieved, but nervous why you panicked in the first place.

Maybe you shouldn’t interact with anyone else from now on.

24/7 you have his attention.

On the occasion he needs more supplies, he lovingly locks you in the safest room in your home.

Where nothing can bring you harm.

Don’t worry, he always returns in quick fashion.

Knowing you shouldn’t be left alone for too long.

He’s had to essentially safety proof the entire base.

You will never again encounter anything sharp.

That means all meals are prepared by him.

Everything you do is closely monitored.

You won’t even toss in your sleep without him knowing.

Should you stray into potentially dangerous behavior?

He will make sure to correct and lead you away from it.

Sometimes a little too harshly.

He makes up for it with constant (maybe slightly overbearing) affection.

He loves to love, and will overcorrect if he thinks something he does is lacking.

But all in all he wants is you to be safe, happy and healthy.

“I’m here for you always. Don’t you ever worry about a thing. Ol’ Jackieboy is gonna keep you real safe. There’s nothing to fear when your hero is here.”

Jameson Jackson: controlling yandere

How he finds & feels about (y/n):

A random encounter that turned into regular meetings in a public space.

He was intriguing and you drew his attention.

No one ever wanted to sit with him and take the time to have a proper conversation.

He was mute after all.

But you still wanted to develop a friendship.

He started teaching you sign language.

Wonderful memories were made.

He could listen to your voice for hours.

Your laugh sent him over the edge.

You were the one.

Maybe he could rearrange a few things to get a little closer with you.

Perhaps, you encounter a few unruly individuals to seek his help and comfort.

And maybe your friends and family start avoiding you, for reasons unknown to you.

He pulled some strings to get you fired from your job.

You came crying into his arms, scared you would lose your home.

Over all stressed out of your poor little mind.

He would pick up the pieces for you.

He lets you move in to balance out the lack of income.

He likes the control he has over your life.

And in his home he has the most control.

You were caught in a web he had no intention of letting you escape from.

Everything from how you spoke to him, to how you carried yourself were molded into his ideal version of you.

He saw your true self and was helping you achieve personal perfection.

What happens when you die:

Panic and denial.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He didn’t understand how this could’ve happened.

Nothing fell out of place.

He quickly shook himself out the shocked trance and moved towards a solution.

Would he reach out for help?: 

Only as a last resort.

He’s grown clingy and the others always found him unnerving.

Not to the point of excommunication.

But enough to keep distance.

Eventually though, after many failed attempts, he reaches out to Henrik.

How he would bring you back:

The doctor make quick work in restoring your body.

Excited to practice a new experiment he had in progress

With success you wake.

Reactions after he brings you back:

If he could shout for joy he would.

All he can do is pull you into a tight hug.

Quickly shooing Henrik away, he gets ready to resume his perfect life with you.

How do you escape?:

Dashing out a window while JJ was busy dealing with Henrik.

Of course he immediately knows something went wrong when he returned

Not hearing the slightest movement from the room you were left in.

How he reacts to your escape: 

More panic-

Even more exhausting than the first time.

He just wanted things to go back to normal.

You hadn’t even made it off the property before a cascade of wires and strings halted your escape.

You couldn’t move but you could hear him approaching fast.

Struggle and fight?

He’s disappointed.

He though he taught you better.

Were you faking your affection?

This thought made him more upset.

He needed to make you see things from his perspective.

With his talent of strings he can take control of your body.

Puppeting your limbs to walk,

Conduct daily tasks,

Holding you back from fighting his affection.

You love him.

And he will show you the best way how.

(In sign) “There now (y/n), you see? You are much more suited for this kind of life. Don’t give me that look. I know what’s best and I’m going to make you perfect.”

Relax and let him take you back?

You must’ve simply misunderstood when you woke.

He still doesn’t want you running away again.

Attaching light, nearly invisible wires to your body in order to detect your movements.

So light you wouldn’t feel a thing.

He gently sways and builds you back to living in his perfect life.

Of course, he was going to be more careful.

More aware.

Sectioning off several rooms that hold objects of possible danger.

You never entered the kitchen again.

But that’s fine.

Everything is under control.

His control.

Letting you have enough distractions to miss the intricate processes behind the curtain.

(In sign) “Too many dangerous things out there for you to be toying with. How delicate and sweet you are… life is better when you can stay by my side isn't it?”

Marvin the Magnificent: clingy yandere

How he feels about (y/n):

Love at first sight.

He could feel that you two were meant to be together.

It was practically written in the stars.

He grabs your attention with flashy parlor tricks.

No need to worry about any other pests.

They were all such a bad influence.

And he couldn't stand when you gave your attention to anyone else.

He lured you in with wonder.

Finally showing you some true magic once he has you all to himself.

Sure you didn’t know where you were after that last flash.

You actually didn’t mind.

The sweet incense lacing the air was incredibly relaxing.

He showed you images beyond your wildest fantasies.

And beamed when your eyes sparkled with delight.

A captive audience.

Illusions that weaved into your subconscious.

Whispering to your mind that you were exactly where you needed to be.

That your destiny was with him.

What happens when you die:

Intense panic.

Though he is quick to start looking for a solution.

He frantically flips through pages upon pages in mystic tomes and scattered scrolls.

Trying to find that one spell.

That one incantation that will bring you back.

Would he reach out for help?: 

By all that is and ever will be, no.

The thought might’ve briefly crossed his mind, but was waved as soon as it came.

He is a Master of Magic.

His power is unmatched.

He alone would be enough to bring you back.

How he would bring you back:

Eventually landing on the sought after collection of texts listing castings and provocations… of necromancy.

Using the most rare artifacts and ingredients he could get his hands on.

He starts a multi hour ritual to retrieve your soul from the beyond.

Reactions after he brings you back:

This cast left him exhausted to his core.

Barely able to stand when he is finished.

But with fruitful results.

With a flash in your eyes, you quickly sat up.

Finally awake and lucid.

Too lucid.

His spells and influence had disappeared once you died.

Now you saw the gravity of the situation in front of you and bolted.

Him being too tired to run after, let’s you go.

You won’t get far.

How do you escape?:

You try to run.

After a while of turning random corners and dashing through long halls, you feel like you’ve traveled a far distance.

You stop for a breath.

A bright flash at your feet makes you gasp and the floor softens to consume your legs.

You’re caught up to your thighs when the floor hardens again.

Marvin rounds the corner and closes in.

How he reacts to your escape:

He’s not concerned about where your going, but your state of mind.

This domain bended to his will.

You could be running for hours and he could still pinpoint your location.

So he lets you drain your energy as he regains his.

Catching you once you had tired out.

Fight him?

Not for long.

A dizzying miasma fills the air and causes your body to feel heavy and weak.

He carries you around the corner he appeared from, back to your “home”.

With a drop in your stomach, you realize you were nowhere near freedom.

Your body refuses to move after he places you down on a table.

Silent and stoic, he moves to collect different potions and light several bundles of exotic herbs.

The air grew sweet.

Your mind focused on the alluring aroma as he began reciting a new spell.

One that would lock your mind into his influence for good.

Your own good.

Anything that existed beyond his wonderland is a long forgotten fantasy.

“This is for the best, (y/n). You won’t have to worry anymore. Sleep well, starlight, and be reborn to the life of your dreams.”

Resign to your fate?

He realizes why you fled and takes caution.

Not showing his cards fully.

You both know you can’t escape.

He wont let on that he’s aware of this.

He eases you back to the warmth of your shared home.

Calming you from the adrenaline high with some of your favorite foods.

He performs a small light trick that always delighted you.

You hardly reacted.

No, this wouldn’t do.

He wanted to reawaken the brightness of your soul that attracted him.

To reinvigorate the gravity in your aligned stars.

A slower approach perhaps.

Instead of the immediate stunning performance that brought you to his abode, he drums up a soft consistent rhythm to ease your nerves.

The halls seemed to still catch your wonder, if even a little.

Small distractions lead you away from problematic thought.

A few extra ingredients in your food would help you relax and readjust to everyday living.

His consistent calm, collected demeanor- if not a bit overbearing, did eventually convince you of your safety.

He’s always gentle towards you, after all.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad…

“Will you allow me one lifetime? I always strive to amaze, but I’ve never replicated anything close to your beauty. The show must go on, my startlight, won’t you join me in the encore?”

[incorrect-quotes-egos]

Chase: So what is it like dating Anti? 

Marvin: Once, I asked Anti for some water. He brought me a glass full of ice and said, “wait”.

[muscari-melpomene]

Want, and Need

Chapter 3 of Counterbalance!

"It's supposed to be his job," said Anti sharply, and Dark sighed like he was trying to keep his temper, shutting his eyes for a moment. Anti was standing firmly in front of him, arms crossed, and no way in hell was he about to back down. "You said it was Wil's job to take them."

"It's not good for him to be there so often."

"He loves it there."

"That's why it isn't good for him."

"And it's good for you?"

"Anti," said Dark, opening his eyes to glare, "this-"

"If you tell me the fucking manor sucking your soul out isn't my concern, I will start screaming."

"I was going to say 'not up for discussion', actually."

"You fucker-"

"Anti."

"Don't," Anti nearly snarled, a glitch tearing down his back and fizzling out his words, "don't you dare use that bullshit on me, Dark. Why the fuck have you been feeding the manor, and why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't tell you for exactly this reason!" Dark threw his hands up and turned away, starting for the stairs. "I didn't tell you because you're only going to do this, and there's no point telling you anything else about it because you won't fucking listen."

Anti glitched out and appeared in front of Dark, shoving him back into the living room.

"Do not walk away from me-"

"What else am I meant to do," Dark gritted out, catching Anti's arm and pushing him away before Anti could shove at him again. "You're acting like a child."

"I'm the child? Wil's the one who hangs on your every fucking word, who can't understand that not everything's a part of his stupid little game-"

"-And the longer he's at the manor, the worse his delusions get-"

"William," said Anti slowly, "is not. Coming. Back. He's gone. Wilford isn't going to snap out of being Wilford, that's all there is left of him."

Dark was silent, watching Anti with cold, hard eyes. Anti stared back.

"And even if he did come back," he continued, ignoring the high-pitched ringing slowly building in the corners of the room, "he wouldn't know you. He wouldn't want you. He wants Damien and Celine. He doesn't want Dark. He never has."

"...And you do?" said Dark, all cold calmness now. "You want the shells of them, crumbled and mixed into a new mortar and plastered over the cracks of a broken body?"

"I want-"

"And what do you want with that body, Anti? Do you want it to abandon the power that sustains it, to lie helpless on the floor for you?"

Anti shook his head sharply, pushing away the image. "That's not-"

"Do you want it isolated like one of your victims?" Dark demanded, moving closer, "no ties, no escape? A doll to keep to yourself? Or perhaps you want this forever, fights every night because I dare to have a priority that isn't you and you need the struggle, the suffering, the pain my divided attention costs me- am I nothing but misery for you to have your fill of? When do your teeth sink in to my neck, then, when do I wake up to my last morning with you to see you grinning and sated?"

"Stop," said Anti, voice ragged as he grabbed at Dark's shirt, "Stop, stop it. Please stop it."

"Why should I?" said Dark, head held high. He didn't push Anti away.

Anti tipped forward, letting his head fall against Dark's shoulder.

"...Every time you feed the manor," Anti mumbled, "you get further away from me. It might as well be you getting tossed in that fucking basement. I hate it. I hate it, it's hurting you. You're tired when you come back, you're... less of you. More of it. It's gutting you to make more room for itself, because who you are isn't what it wants you to be, you don't want to be like it, I know you don't."

"How would you know that?" asked Dark. His voice was still cold, still impatient, but it was... softening. Just a little. Anti took a deep breath.

"I know you have nightmares."

Dark stiffened a little, and Anti kept talking.

"You're good at hiding it. Really good. But you can't pretend when you're asleep. I see your face move, I feel you get tense, like you want to run... and when you wake up, you look like you just got back from giving it a fresh body. It wants all of you, and you're afraid. And I don't want your fear."

"Why not?"

"I need you."

"You need to-"

"I need more than feeding," said Anti tiredly, shutting his eyes. "I need you. You next to me. Your arms. Your voice. Your terrible fucking interior design choices-"

Dark huffed like he was trying not to laugh, and Anti stored it away to feel smug about later.

"-your rants about the dumbass dog next door and the lemon window upstairs, your pretentious, stupid filing systems, you, Dark, I need you. I want you. And the manor wants to take you away from me, and I'm not going to fucking let it."

A long, quiet moment passed. Dark's hand pressed into the small of Anti's back, and Anti did not cry as Dark finally curled into him, holding him carefully.

"I need you, too," he murmured, setting his chin on Anti's head and stroking his hand up and down Anti's back. "I want you, too. And I... I don't want it. But it will kill me if I don't let it in."

"It'll still kill you if you do," said Anti miserably, and Dark sighed.

"...Maybe. Maybe it will. But there's time to figure that out, alright? I'm not dying right now, am I? I'm right here. With you."

Anti finally unclenched his hands from Dark's shirt, only to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck, pressing closer against him.

"...You're here," he agreed. Dark nodded.

"I'm not leaving you. I don't want to leave you."

"Promise," Anti demanded.

"I promise," said Dark, without hesitation.

...

Chase kept his eyes shut, and hated every second of it. But this was- this was important. This was important, and if Henrik tried anything Marvin was right there to set him on fire. Marvin was good at fire.

Chase tried to focus on that, on the memory of Marvin getting startled by his own damn cat and setting the ceiling fan on fire that one time. It was better than focusing on Henrik muttering to himself as he took notes on Chase's last answer.

"...Alright," said Henrik finally, and the frenzied sound of scribbling stopped, "there is... no evidence that the connection has changed. Decreased paranoia does not indicate it has weakened, it is simply the natural progression of increased security in the absence of an attack. All that remains is to-"

"Do we really have to do this part?" Said Marvin, and Higgins yowled. Henrik sighed, agitated.

"Yes, we do. It's the most important part of this check-in, you are well aware of that."

"Then- then couldn't I do it? This once?"

Chase frowned. Marvin sounded more worried than usual.

I should tease him about that later.

"Were you possessed by the anomaly?" Henrik snapped, "Chase has the strongest connection to it, he is our best avenue of insight. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgement, Chase will be fine."

Chase tried very hard not to think about the word 'possessed'.

"You don't know that," Marvin muttered angrily. Henrik sighed again, more pointedly this time. Chase was pretty sure Marvin would throw hands with Henrik if he wasn't so scrawny. Henrik wasn't much to look at either, but he definitely had the height advantage. Marvin did have magic, though, and an unmatched level of pure, unadulterated spite, and honestly Chase would pay to watch him kick the shit out of-

"Chase, I said focus," said Henrik.

"Always ruining my fun," Chase muttered. Marvin snorted, and Chase could feel Henrik holding back one last sigh.

"Reach out to him," Henrik commanded. This was the part Chase hated. He'd had his eyes closed through the whole questioning process to help disengage from his body, because if he was too present, too connected with what was happening around him, he wouldn't be able to...

...to feel Anti. And the others needed him to, needed any information on Anti they could possibly get. They needed him to do this, and it was all he could actually do for them, and damned if he was going to keep all of them trapped because it scared him. Damned if he was.

Chase took a deep breath, and reached out.

"Chase," said Marvin, half-frantic from where he knelt in front of Chase, "Look at me- can you hear me? Chase, can you hear me?"

"Why'm I on the floor?" Chase mumbled thickly, frowning stupidly at Marvin. Marvin was on the floor with him, holding him by the shoulders, looking ready to pass out with relief.

"Because you fell," he said, voice sharp with what sounded like anger but going by his expression was worry. "You went still, you started crying, and you fell-"

Marvin turned to glare up at Henrik, eyes glowing faintly green.

"You said he'd be fine."

"He doesn't look hurt," Henrik shrugged. "Chase, would you mind getting up?"

"Fuck off, Henrik-"

"He's miserable," said Chase slowly. Marvin looked back at him, frowning. Henrik tilted his head. Neither of them spoke. Chase swallowed. "Anti," he clarified pointlessly, "he's... he's miserable. Feels helpless. Angry, but not in a 'killing people' way. He's usually happy when he kills people, actually-"

"Chase," said Marvin, squeezing his shoulder, "we should get you to bed."

Henrik paused in his frantic note-taking to glare at Marvin.

"...Yeah, actually," said Chase after a moment, "that'd be... yeah. Sorry, Hen, I'll- I can write it all up for you later."

Henrik pressed his lips together, clearly frustrated, but nodded.

"...Alright. I had better pack up, then."

Marvin helped Chase off the floor, and Chase tried to shake off the last of the suffocating, cloying, helpless anguish that had rushed in on him from all sides. Higgins brushed against his ankle as Marvin guided him down the hallway and into the office he'd usurped and turned into- well, it wasn't really a makeshift bedroom anymore. It had been over a year. He was probably officially Marvin's roommate now.

"You're hovering," he told Marvin as the other herded him to the bed. The mattress felt softer than it had been that morning.

"You gave us a fright," said Marvin. Chase grinned up at him, and Marvin folded his arms.

"What."

"Knew you cared," Chase teased. Marvin went pink. Gods, he was so fucking easy.

Higgins jumped up onto the bedspread and curled up at Chase's feet purring loudly, and after a moment Marvin relented and sat on the edge of the bed.

"...are you alright?" he asked softly, and something flipped over behind Chase's ribs.

Not the time, Brody, really, definitely not the time.

"I'm fine," said Chase, only lying a little bit. "It's... they're not really my emotions, and I only feel him in- in my head for a moment, so... I'm fine."

"You were crying."

"Can't prove it."

"Chase."

"Marv," he said, taking Marvin's hand and doing his level best not to think about it, "I'm fine. I'll be fine. You should go make sure Henrik's not doing any bullshit out there, okay? I'll be fine."

Marvin hesitated just long enough for Higgins to meow impatiently.

"Fine," he said, dropping Chase's hand to stand up, "alright, I probably should see him out... I'll bring you some tea, alright?"

"Thanks," Chase hummed, giving him a smile. Marvin nodded sharply, and left. As soon as the door shut behind him, Higgins climbed up to settle on Chase's chest, purring loudly and nuzzling his head into Chase's shirt.

"Good kitty," said Chase, voice cracking halfway through. He took a deep, shaking breath, burying a hand in the cat's fur. "Good kitty. Thank you."

[the-wild-ego]

Insecure HCs - Part One

Requested: Yes. @musingsofmessa asks Hi again, @the-wild-ego 🙂 May I request another Anti x Reader? I was wondering what Anti would tell his darling for her to feel better about her body image? I have a lot of stretch marks and a big chest, so it kinda makes me self-conscious. So, what do you think he'd say to help his darling feel better about herself? I apologize if I'm bombarding you with these. 😅 Anti's just my favorite boi.

Fandom: JackSepticEye

Pairing: Antisepticeye//Reader, Chase/Reader, Henrik/Reader, Angeliceye/Reader

Pronouns: None 

Warnings: Insecure!reader, stretchmarks, thicker bodies, mental health, etc.  

A/N: I don’t mind a bombardment of requests, I just feel bad that it’s taken me so long to write about it... I hope it's okay that I turned them into HCs... If you would like me to add more for this fandom, let me know… Enjoy! 

Antisepticeye:

If he noticed you were feeling down, he’d crack jokes first.

“Come on, babe, you know I love your hungolomghnonoloughongous.” 

If you weren’t smiling and laughing by the end of his stupidity, he would place both hands on your shoulders and look at you with the sincerest look that he can muster. 

"Babe, did I cause this?"

He would always blame himself first, believing he wasn't giving you the attention that you deserved, or that he was away for too long.

"No, no, it's not that... it's just..." you would say, not knowing how to describe what you were feeling. It's just what you believed sometimes. Especially when new stretchmarks would appear.

As you trailed off, he would pull you into a hug, running his hands gently along your back. You wouldn't need to say anything else.

He would start by tugging off your shirt, kissing your stomach and shoulders as we went. Departing for a moment, to grabbing a shirt of his for you to wear.

"Here, for you." he would say, sliding the shirt over your head. He would kiss parts of your face as they appeared. Forehead. Nose. Cheeks. Lips. Chin.

He'd help you slide out of your pants and gently lead you to the bed.

He lays down first, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you there. Maybe playing with your hair or running his fingers over the stretchmarks that were visible to him. Anything to relax you.

His love isn't spoken, but he'll show you how much he cares for you through other means.

Chase:

Chase would start with kissing you the second you started talking bad about yourself.

"I just don't feel like I'm good eno-" Kiss.

"I'm too bi-" Kiss.

"My face looks fun-" Kiss.

You would frown at him, and he'd cup your face, pressing his thumbs against your downturned lips.

"What do you mean? You are my oceans, my lakes, my rivers, you are a long refreshing drink after 1 million years in a dry ass desert. You are the Sun that dries away my tears, the smell of flowers after it rains, the-" and then you'd smile and he'd smile back, eyes alight with mischief.

"What?" you'd ask in that oh-so-innocent voice that he loved so, so much.

He'd move his hands down to your waist before lifting you with the upmost ease. He loved how you squeaked and held onto him for dear life.

He would walk you to the bedroom, gently laying you down in the sheets. Then, he would unceremoniously drop down next to you, pulling you into him and pulling the blankets overtop both of your heads.

There he would hold, kiss, and just love you until you felt better. Reminding you between kisses and soft touches that you are enough, if not better for him.

Henrik:

Henrik has to work. A lot. So often times you are having to battle your insecurities on your own.

But after those hard days alone, Henrik can see it on your face, just how upset that you are.

Henrik won't say much, mainly because he understands those insecurities. He understands that you can't always fight them off and tell yourself that it'll be okay.

He'll leave you on the couch for just a moment, placing all of his belongings back into their respected positions.

Then he'll turn back to you, holding out his arms until you crawl into them, hiding away in the safety of your lover.

"I know, my dear." he'd whisper softly, squeezing you just enough to get his point across. He'd hold you there, swaying with you gently until you broke down.

Whether it be to cry or to shakily tell him how you feel. He'd sit with you, listen to your woes, and troubles. He would offer advice where you wanted it and listen where you needed.

Then, he would stand and make you a cup of something hot; tea, coffee, hot chocolate, whatever you preferred to drink for comfort.

And he always somehow managed to make it just right, as if you had made the cup of steaming liquid yourself.

Angeliceye:

Angel would want to shield you from anything that hurt you. Mentally, physically, etc. anything that he could do, he would.

If you were feeling especially sad, he would wrap you into his arms and cry with you. His wings taking on a mind of their own and wrapping the both of you up into the safety of their feathers.

The soft brushing of feathers against your back usually helped to calm you down.

"I-I just don't feel like I deserve... this." You'd whisper, and Angel would pull back, confused. You didn't feel like you deserved a hug?

"No... Not that, just everything. Everything that I've been given. Everything that you've done for me..."

He would frown then, the expression foreign on his face. Twisting his beautiful features into something that looked... wrong. A frown didn't belong on his face.

"You deserve all that and more... You are the light of my life, Y/N."

You smile shakily and begin to pull away, but he holds you firm, pulling you back in.

When those tears began to form again, he would wipe them away diligently.

"Please do not cry, my love... Talk to me." he would whisper. Spending the night listening to you. Letting you relieve all the stress that you felt from the day.

And he would hold you until you felt good enough to truly pull away, but no sooner than that.

You were made for each other, he would say.

His words of affirmation were something that always left you feeling warm and fuzzy. And he constantly reminded you that he needed you just as much as you needed him.

[bookwormscififan]

Stuck

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A/N: Inspired by 'Stuck' by Imagine Dragons. Chase just couldn't seem to get Stacy out of his head... until being in the IRIS facility pushed someone else into his mind.

Whisky had never tasted so good.

The picture in the frame looked better with every swig of the alcohol.

How long had it been since she left? He barely knew the answer anymore.

The eviction notice on the door broke his heart.

Screaming in the car, his only thought was of her.

He drove to the forest.

Putting her picture down, he hoped to move forward.

Even in the facility, he still thought of her, and of his family.

But a new person was taking over, sticking like glue to the recesses of his mind.

This person came with nightmares.

[muscari-melpomene]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will be elaborating in the tags because I cannot be coherent outside of them

Hi hi! I just rediscovered your writing tag; I know I binged the whole fae au ages ago but good grief have I caught the brain rot again. If you feel like taking a request, could I ask for fae au Chase having to deal with one of his eldritch housemates losing their temper, potentially with some protective Anti if that’s a vibe? No worries if not, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to ask :)

Pfft, you and me both. I've been thinking about them quite a bit. You can absolutely ask for it; I hope you enjoy!

Warnings for... not much, really. Nobody gets grievously injured or manipulated.

--

Chase is only aware that something is wrong because when he walks into the kitchen, Jackie has cornered himself by the cabinet, five feet and three hundred and twenty pounds of pure wolfish muscle.

He snarls at Henrik, which is the other sign that something is wrong- Jackie would cut off his own godsdamned hand before ever threatening Henrik.

Henrik, for his part, is frozen; unsure of whether to run, or approach, Chase would assume.

Circling around, Chase keeps his steps audible, his voice low.

"Jackie?"

The wolf crouched by the cabinets snarls at him, muzzle wrinkled with fury. There's no hint of recognition in those brilliant amber eyes, and Chase casts his mind back, casts his thoughts to the calendar-

He edges around the corner to the window, just enough to see the moon hang, swollen and bloody, in the sky.

Ah, shit.

He needs Henrik out of here. Then he can- he doesn't know, open a door, lure Jackie out-

"Henrik," he hisses softly. "Henrik."

He sees Henrik's eyes flick in his direction, but no other movement. Jackie picks up his head, muzzle wrinkling, and growls in Chase's direction; Chase keeps his hands out and open, movements slow.

"Easy, Jacks," he soothes, voice low, in the same tone he uses to calm a spooked Henrik, to talk down Marvin and Anti from yet another spat, to soothe the snag-toothed magic under their skin. "It's just me, yeah? It's just Chase. Bet you're feeling all sorts of trapped in this tiny apartment, I've been telling Marv for ages we needed to move, but what can you do with rent."

It's all nonsense, soothing nonsense, and it doesn't make Jackie's hackles come down, but he can see Henrik's shoulders loosen. He'll take one out of two.

He gestures, a tiny motion, with his head; Henrik begins to edge back his way, eyes back on Jackie. The wolf snarls at them, fur rising along the ruff of his neck. Really, he's a gorgeous wolf, Chase thinks idly, all rich brown fur, a pelt thick enough to sink into.

Right now, he's fucking menacing.

"We'll leave you be," Chase soothes, watching as Jackie pulls himself to his feet with more than a little concern. It's a wonder his voice doesn't shake; he's gotten good at managing the adrenaline. He has to be, when ninety percent of their household can smell if his heartrate jumps a beat because he got startled by oil popping too furiously. "Nothing to worry about here, Jacks."

Henrik gets to within inches of Chase; Chase shifts aside to let him reach the doorway.

Later, he'll wonder if one of them moved too quickly; or if Jackie had simply reached the end of his limited patience.

In the moment, Jackie uncoils, and lunges.

Henrik shouts- Chase doesn't think before pulling Henrik back. Unfortunately, this means taking a solid three hundred pounds of muscle head on- he hits the floor hard enough that he hears something crack, and his vision fuzzes out. He can't seem to catch his breath, though that could also be the fact that there's an entire direwolf on top of him.

Someone's shouting. He doesn't have the voice for it, so he's assuming Henrik's shouting something- he can't quite make out what, wheezing for breath.

Above him, Jackie snarls, and Chase can count each claw digging into his shoulders. He drags in another breath, trying to force his lungs to expand past the weight on his chest. Don't panic, don't panic, he chants in the back of his head, through the haze of fear that thickens.

This is Jackie. He won't hurt you.

This is Jackie. He doesn't recognize you.

"Jackie, Jackie, it's me," he wheezes out, forcing his arms up between him and the snarling wolf's muzzle. Jackie snaps at him; Chase can only wedge his hands between them like a prayer to a god he's long stopped believing in. He's a journalist, not built for wrestling werewolves twice his size off of himself. He'll be lucky to make it out unbitten, be lucky to make it out--

"Be still."

The corners of his vision sharpen into almost painful detail. Jackie freezes, ears swiveling straight forward before they pin flat to his skull. A wolf recognizing the bear lumbering by.

Anti stalks through the door, all liquid grace and barely restrained fury.

These last few months, he's gotten good at... not tamping his otherness, but not smothering them. Most days, the hair on the back of Chase's neck doesn't do more than prickle, a lurch in his gut that he leans into.

Right now, Anti does not give a single shit about restraining even a sliver of his thunderous nature. Chase doesn't dare to move, doesn't dare to remind Jackie that he has a very vulnerable chewtoy beneath his paws, but he thinks he could've started dancing the cancan and Jackie wouldn't have looked.

"Up."

Anti isn't even looking at him; Chase can still feel the itch in his bones to obey, as Jackie staggers to his feet, a puppet unsteady on its strings. His tail tucks between his legs, an uncertain snarl wrinkling his massive muzzle.

Anti does- Chase doesn't know how to describe the sound he makes in response. It's too guttural to be a snarl, too harsh. Chase reels back against it, and Jackie takes a step back, and then another.

Towards the open door.

If Anti commands him to leave, Chase knows that he will not return. That they'll be lucky if he doesn't run himself into a bloody grave.

Pushing himself to his feet, he watches Anti's eyes flick his way. There's flecks of silver, brilliant shards of starlight reflecting back at him; the low light of the kitchen makes it downright eerie. He is very, very keenly aware that he's the only human here.

In any other case, he would consider himself outmatched- and on some level, he knows he is.

But he exhales, and then carefully, steps away from Jackie, grimacing a little as the world spins around him. He doesn't have a chance to waver- an arm, cool and steady, wraps around his waist.

"I'm alright," Chase murmurs, half a warning, half a reassurance. Anti's lip curls at that, eyes cutting back to the frozen werewolf crouched before them. Chase swears that he can feel the walls press in around them that inch more in response, and he squeezes what he can reach of Anti's arm. "I'm fine," he repeats, knowing that Anti can taste the half-truth.

"You know Jackie wouldn't in his right mind. We were surprised." Full truth.

After a long moment, Anti only shakes his head, and with the same finality as the sun setting, tells Jackie, "sleep."

The werewolf doesn't so much curl up as he drops; Chase starts, but Anti's already steering him away, and Chase knows full well that the fae is going to be hovering.

"He will wake up," Anti says with that odd finality, before giving Chase a familiar side-eye. "You would not have if we didn't hear you. Henrik."

Chase waves a hand, and immediately regrets it; his shoulder fucking burns. He's going to have to wrap it, probably. "I knew you would. And Jackie-"

...Well. Jackie like this would have easily ripped his throat out. A full moon already heightened his irritation; an eclipse like this would only make it worse. He wisely keeps his mouth shut.

Anti must read the way his expression tightens, because the tips of his fingers prickle, the taste of winter ice seeping into his mouth. The aching eases, and Chase lists further against Anti, who all but pours him onto the couch, and curls around him. Distantly, they can hear a pair of footsteps- Henrik, then, and possibly Jameson, likely at the feeling of magic as wild as Anti's flaring within their threshold.

"Every day," Anti mutters under his breath, shifting to allow Chase to pillow his head on Anti's lap. "Every day you find new ways to flirt with death. They are not that compelling, you know."

Chase huffs a soft laugh, and shuts his eyes, floating on the dizzying feeling of Anti's magic throbbing under his skin. A nap would probably do him good.

"I thought you liked it interesting."

"I like it when you are here," Anti snips back, and tugs a little at a lock of hair. "And death will like not having to gamble against me again."

He's going to shelve that for later, instead humming, and nuzzling into Anti's touch.

"Bet you'd cheat."

"They have no proof," Anti returns archly, but Chase can read into his words well enough. He'd rob death and all of their cousins blind if he had to, and something about that warms him all the way to his bones.

He only laughs, and curls closer to Anti, who's pressed close enough that you couldn't slide a sheet of paper between them. A nap really is looking heavenly, now, and Anti seems faintly smug about that; he's safe, here.

"Wake me up when Jackie's up," he says, quietly, and Anti grumbles indistinctly; when Chase opens an eye, he finally huffs.

"Sleep," Anti says, instead, and tangles slender fingers through his hair. "I will wake you."

There's no command in his words, but he's never needed it; Chase closes his eyes, and falls.

[docheros]

this is for you @uhhbeans my most beloved

ok so like. originally seán made a game about the egos that was so successfull that a company that makes movies approached him with an offer to make a movie based on his game

BUT

we all know what seán is doing to these characters now, the anomaly found video and the comics are just the tip of the iceberg. so, let's revamp the actor au!!

(backstory, info about the actors and some headcanons under the cut)

before we properly start: seán is friends with a guy named antony; they started to talk when "jacksepticeye" was created, antony used to help him with some of the editing. so, in this universe, antony was one of the editors along with alice

seán always discussed this story with his editors, and antony was the one that really motivated, gave new stories, reasons, showed how he could make it better, and act better as well!! he's an actor too :]

so, when seán (i'm repeating his name too much sorry) started to change the route of the story and said he wanted something more serious, antony (and a team, ofc) helped him develop Anomaly Found. and for all his help and ideas, seán asked his friend to portray anti from now on. and antony couldn't be more honoured

so, anomaly found happens! seán's chase here like irl. and the comics come out, and much more stuff, etc etc. to give the egos an ending, he decides to make it a movie, but since he couldn't like. act as 5 dudes and at the same time help with production, he decided to hire actors!

WITH YOU, THE SEPTIC CREW!!

Elias Schmidt, German, 32, as Henrik Von Schneeplestein!

Ryan White, American, 35, as Chase Brody!

Oliver Williams, British, 39, as Marvin the Magnificent!

Patrick O'Brien, Irish, 35, as JackieBoyMan!

George Cole, British, 43, as Jameson Jackson!

and finally, Antony Moore, British, 40, as AntiSepticEye!

and now, some headcanons of this AU for the soul :]

Seán and Antony were the ones to make the auditions, and they both wanted actors that could bring their experiences and thoughts into the characters

bc of that, Elias' german (but not a doctor, that'd be asking too much), George's mute and Patrick's autistic

Elias is very good at acting as Henrik, but he's not like him in the slightest. he's the youngest of the crew and a big jokester

despite that, he loves Henrik to bits! he's always doing lives and videos like "henrik answers your questions" while they're filming

this is Ryan's first big budget movie, and he's kinda nervous about it

different from Chase, he isn't married and honestly hates alcohool. when asked, he usually says "so is anyone interested in being my stacy? aside from the divorce and well. the horrors"

Elias jokes he's much more like initial Chase (he watched all the videos about the egos, even if Seán said it's not necessary bc a lot changed) and Ryan's much more like fanon Henrik

Patrick and Ryan are the most serious of the crew, it's hard to get a smile out of them. that doesn't mean they don't enjoy the movie or their company, ofc!

Antony's a dad! his son plays as Chase's kid bc it was the only kid that wasn't scared of Anti's makeup (and the antiaverage shippers of this universe enjoy this fact a lot)

Oliver and George are the ones who unintentionally spoil the most

Oliver looovees to talk and read about Marvin shipps. he's feeding the marvelsepticeye shippers very well!

Patrick on the other side isn't very happy in joining his shenanigans lol

George is a modern man, he loves his cellphone and his bluetooth earphones, so acting as Jameson (a man from 1920s) was a bit of a challenge to him, but he loves challenges!

he's very vocal about ableism towards mute people. and also very vocal about jj's sexual life

if they ever went to buzzfeed to promote the movie, Patrick would loooove the puppy interviews and George and Elias would loooove the "[x] reads thirst tweets"

when asked if they knew jacksepticeye,

Elias: ofc, who doesn't? i used to watch his videos all the time! what do you mean he's the one behind this

Ryan: i used to watch a bit when i was younger, we're the same age so it was like hanging out with a friend. what do you mean he's the one behind this

Oliver: ooh, i guess so? my siblings used to watch this dude like, all day. he's the one doing this? neat, i guess

Patrick: of course, everytime i mentioned i'm from Ireland people used to be like "omg jacksepticeye's from there!!!", it kinda annoyed me. he's the director????... he didn't hear me, right?

George, signing: who?

Antony: i heard he's a pain in the ass to work with (cut to Seán telling him to shut the fuck up)

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Some of this will change, so please check before requesting!

Will write x reader for:

Markiplier Egos/Lore:

Darkiplier

Damien

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

Illinois

Eric Derekson

Googleplier

Bing

Dr. Iplier

Actor Mark (this includes ADWM and AHWM Mark unless specifically requested for them to be different people)

Engineer Mark

Celci F. Kelvina

Mack (Engineer, Crewmate, Dictator)

Celine

Possibly more in the future

Septic Egos:

Jameson Jackson

Chase Brody

Antisepticeye (both original and current)

Marvin the Magnificent

Henrik

Other:

North Star/Starlo (Undertale Yellow)

Will write ships for:

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I write SFW only

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Eric x Kind!Captain*

Mack x Captain With Plushies (Headcanons)*

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not sure if you can do this but it's worth a shot!

what about antisepticeye x chase brody from the JSE universe? they've got it all, interspecies (human/monster), extreme power imbalance, abusive and manipulative!

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----Fandoms I write for----

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-Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

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{X-Men}

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-Darkiplier

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-Abe (The detective)

-Illinois Jones

-Yancy

-Actor Mark

-Heist/In Space Mark

{Jacksepticeye Universe}

-Chase Brody

-Antisepticeye

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3 ships - marvelsepticeye (marvin the magnificent x jackieboy man), intrulogic (remus x logan), bingaverage (bingiplier x chase brody)

first ever ship - dapperglitch, i think is their ship name? jameson jackson x antisepticeye lol

Last song - spooky ghosts by snckpck

last movie - oh jeez, i dunno... i wanna say howl's moving castle maybe? i rarely watch movies tbh lolol

currently reading - ........ i don't read-

currently watching - fionna and cake and my adventures with superman

currently consuming - W A T E R

currently craving - cookies and coffee ice cream

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1. 3 ships; bowuigi, metadede, heavy/medic(I forget the name lol)

2. first ever ship; alphyne

3. last song; Ghost Cowboys by Louie Zong

4. last movie; Midsommar. That was…something

5. currently reading; Dante and Aristotle discover the secrets of the universe. Pretty fire

6. currently watching; JCS criminal psychology

7. currently consuming; nothing

8. currently craving; Iced Cream. About to go get it. I know there’s mind chip in my freezer (:

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Irrevocably

I did another write on a whim! Hope you enjoy.

"It's all bullshit anyway," Anti was saying, gesticulating vaguely and nearly swiping his drink off the bar with each pass. "All the fucking- fancy shit. White drapes and ribbons everywhere and shit, like, what's the point-"

"Anti," said Marvin, holding his glass of wine close to his chest, "do shut up."

Anti huffed and got up, a little unsteady on his feet. He swiped his glass from the bar top, miraculously managing not to drop it, and muttered something about finding someone less uptight to talk to. Marvin wasn't really listening. Marvin was busy going fucking mad.

He took a sip of his wine, and grimaced as a drop spilled on his tie. At least he'd picked a black shirt. White would have been more fitting, maybe, but- but wearing anything white this weekend would take him down a road of pointless daydreams, and he'd promised himself he'd stay present today. Today and tomorrow as well, no matter how long the weekend dragged on Marvin was going to pay attention and be there and be a good fucking best man. Rehearsal dinner, ceremony and all. That didn't mean it was going to be easy.

The rehearsal had gone smoothly. The dinner had been... fine. Excellent food, everyone in high spirits, his best friend next to him, laughing and joking and looking so happy, with an arm wrapped around his fiancée, tucking her against his side.

Her. Not Marvin. Obviously. Obviously Chase had sat down and immediately scooted his chair closer to Stacy's, obviously he would want to be close to his wife-to-be, obviously he'd want to spend the rehearsal dinner - and the night, a concept Marvin was determinedly not thinking about - with Stacy. Because Stacy made Chase happy, and the rehearsal going well had made Chase happy, and Marvin was going to be a good friend, a good best man, and make sure the ceremony tomorrow went off without a hitch, because that would make Chase happy. Marvin was not going to spend the evening glaring at Stacy. He was not going to turn his wedding toast into a love confession, or pull Chase aside and beg him to rethink everything just because it had taken Chase getting fucking engaged for Marvin to realize he was in love with the man. He was not going to do any of those things.

The song a few couples had been slow-dancing to ended, and a more upbeat one came on. Marvin swallowed against a lump in his throat as Chase's laugh broke through the crowd, and a moment later the groom-to-be dragged his fiancée onto the dance floor. Some other people followed suit, Jackie included. Jackie passed by Chase and Stacy and clapped Chase on the shoulder, saying something Marvin didn't hear with a warm smile. Chase grinned and nodded, and Stacy laughed. Jackie moved past them to find a dance partner. Marvin took another sip of wine.

That was what he should be doing, participating in the evening, congratulating Chase, being there to support him. But Marvin was on his second- wait.

He blinked, replaying the evening's events in his mind.

Ah.

Marvin was on his third glass of wine, and he had a horrible suspicion that any attempt to say anything genuine to Chase would end up with Marvin starting to cry. Even if he could manage to play it off as being so happy for his friend he was misting up, the prospect of actually crying in public, let alone in front of everyone he spoke to on a regular basis, was utterly mortifying.

So Marvin was going to stay at the bar for the time being, and... well. Sulk. No use in lying to himself along with everyone else. He was sulking, and would continue to sulk.

"Anti said you were sulking," said Dark, suddenly standing next to his seat at the bar, and Marvin nearly dropped his glass.

"What," he snapped, glaring as he set his drink down to shake the energy out of his hands. The glow dissipated, the tattoos quickly fading from green back to black. Dark raised an eyebrow.

"Anti said you were sulking," he said again.

"I thought Anti was looking for someone 'less uptight' to talk to."

"He was looking for attention. You were ignoring him."

"Which you never do."

Dark's eyes narrowed. Marvin smiled nastily, and took another drink.

"You should talk to him," said Dark. Marvin rolled his eyes.

"If Anti has something to say to me, he's welcome to come over here and-"

"I meant Chase."

Marvin fumbled his drink again, and this time Dark took it out of his hands and set it back on the bar. Marvin snatched it up again, glaring.

"I spent all of dinner talking with Chase. Anyway, he's busy-"

"With his fiancée."

"Yes."

"Who isn't you."

Marvin took a deep breath and shut his eyes, willing the glow to leave them.

"...I'll wring Anti's neck."

"I'd advise you not to."

"He told you."

"I guessed."

"Bullshit."

"He might have confirmed my guess," Dark shrugged.

"I'm going," Marvin gritted out, "to kill him."

"Killing Anti isn't going to make Chase notice you, Marvin."

"Making me talk to Chase isn't going to give you the balls to talk to Anti."

Dark was glaring now, and Marvin had to admit being satisfied at finally getting a rise out of the bastard. Dark spent too much of his time being smug. Marvin hated people being smug. Sunday liked to tell him it was hypocritical, to which Marvin's usual response was, fuck yourself, Sunday.

"I don't know what you mean," said Dark, his tone warning Marvin to leave the subject alone.

Marvin had never had much of a self-preservation instinct, but what he did have was a talent for making and memorizing lists.

"Point the first," he said primly, sitting up a little straighter.

"Marvin."

"You stare at him. Constantly. Point the second: you've hated every single one of his boyfriends. Point the third-"

"Told you he's drunk!" said Anti, appearing beside Dark with a burst of static, "He gets posher when he's drunk."

"I do not," said Marvin, affronted. Dark had gone rigid, and was staring at Marvin with a look that said if he actually got to 'point the third', he'd never make another point again. Marvin considered continuing out of spite, but... well. The idea made something cold coil in his stomach. Marvin had had so, so much time to talk to Chase, and he just... hadn't. He couldn't make Dark talk to Anti as a substitution.

"You do so," Anti snickered, oblivious to the tension in the air. He listed against Dark, drunk in his own right, and Dark put an arm around him, seemingly by reflex.

"...I think you ought to get him some water," said Marvin, and Dark nodded, shoulders relaxing slightly.

"I think perhaps you're right."

"I'm fine," Anti huffed, waving a hand vaguely and nearly smacking Dark in the face. Dark smiled slightly, an expression that could only be described as fond, and began to guide Anti away.

"Of course you are," he murmured, "you're entirely fine. Let's go sit down over here and have some water."

Marvin watched them go, and wished he could hate them just a little bit more.

The evening wore on. There was more dancing, more laughing, a couple party games that Marvin got dragged into. A few people began to leave, Dark and Anti included; Anti had fallen asleep on Dark's shoulder, and Dark, in the midst of pretending he wasn't both hopelessly endeared and pathetically flustered, had volunteered to drive Anti home.

Marvin was counting down the minutes until he could leave himself. He'd been telling himself the entire evening that he was the best man and had a responsibility to stay until the very end, but maybe he could just- cut the evening a half hour short, tell Chase he had a headache and wanted to get plenty of rest before tomorrow anyway, but that would require talking to Chase-

"Marv!" said Chase brightly, coming over and slinging an arm around Marvin, "There you are! Hey, can we talk? I haven't seen you since dinner-"

"Of course," said Marvin, wishing he still had a wine glass to clutch like a shield. The bartender had cut him off, which was, frankly, fucking rude.

"Great," Chase hummed, "let's go in the other room, it's actually quiet in there-"

With a cheery wave to Stacy, who was busy chatting with Henrik, Chase led the way to the adjacent room before Marvin could think of literally any excuse to not be alone together.

"What, ah- what did you want to discuss?"

Chase gave him a weird look, and Marvin felt his face flush. That hadn't sounded weird, had it? It had felt like a perfectly normal thing to say, but-

"You get more British when you're tipsy," Chase told him, breaking into a grin. Marvin could have fainted from relief.

"Thank you," he said dryly, and Chase laughed. Chase looked so happy. Marvin wanted to throw up. "I'm sure that's not all you brought me in here to say," he prompted.

"Right, right, yeah, sorry- I just, uh-" Chase rubbed at the back of his neck, looking a bit embarrassed. "I just wanted to- we haven't gotten to talk much lately, everything's been so busy, and I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you being here for this."

Oh, no.

"Chase," said Marvin, "you really don't have to-"

"No, I do- you've been so great, and I know you weren't really a fan of Stacy at first, but when you saw how much she meant to me- means to me, you were just- really supportive, and encouraging, and I don't think I would've had the courage to even ask her if it wasn't for you, so- so thank you. And thanks for being part of the wedding, you're my best friend, I couldn't imagine doing this without you."

"You have terrible taste," Marvin told him, expecting another laugh, expecting Chase to take it as a joke. Chase frowned. Marvin's stomach dropped.

"...What do you mean?"

"In- in friends, I meant," said Marvin quickly, "terrible taste in friends. If- if I'm your best friend. It was, ah- it was meant as a joke, sorry-"

"Marv," said Chase, setting a hand on his shoulder, and Marvin needed to get away, because staring at Chase from across a crowded room was one thing, but staring at him from barely a foot away, alone except for one another, was so much more-

"Bad joke," said Marvin, willing himself to step back and not quite managing it.

"Marvin."

Marvin froze, staring up at Chase. At his best friend. At the man he'd been in love with for at least two years.

"You're the best friend I've ever had, you know that, right?"

Marvin blinked. Did he know that? He wasn't sure. There was a very warm hand on his shoulder, and very blue eyes staring intently at him. It was a little hard to think.

"You're my best friend, too," he mumbled. Chase smiled, holding out his other arm to offer a hug. Marvin snapped.

He closed the distance between them, stretching up on tiptoe, and pressed their lips together. Chase's jacket lapel proved very handy to stabilize himself with, and Chase's hair was very soft where Marvin pushed his hand into it. Chase made a surprised noise, grabbing onto Marvin's shirt, and Marvin took the opportunity to deepen the kiss like he was starving, tilting his head and pressing as close to Chase as he could get. He felt hot and cold at once. His hands were numb, and Chase smelled like freshly turned earth and tasted like pine and coffee, warm and bitter and sharp. Chase let go of his shirt, hands finding Marvin's waist instead, and Marvin pulled back for breath, ready to dive right back in because now he'd kissed Chase once, he couldn't imagine ever stopping.

Chase pushed him away, letting go and backing up with a startled... hurt expression. Marvin stumbled a little, having to steady himself against the wall. He swallowed. Tried to breathe. The warm, electric feeling was gone. As far as Marvin could tell, every feeling was gone, his insides utterly numb even as the feeling started to come back to his hands.

"...Marv," said Chase, voice raw. Marvin flinched and looked away.

"Sorry."

"What- why-"

"Sorry, I- I'm sorry, I should- it's been a long- I should get to, get to bed-"

"I think you should, yeah."

Chase's voice was going cold. Marvin risked a look back up at him, and really, really wished he hadn't. Chase was staring back at him with confusion, which Marvin could handle, anger, which... hurt, just a bit, and... and a tinge of disgust. Marvin's face felt hot, and with a sickening jolt, he realized he was actually about to cry.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he forced out, and raised a hand, thin, looping tattoos beginning to glow. Chase did not call out to him, did not ask him to wait, did not reach out to him. Chase stepped back further. Marvin yanked at the buzzing magic underneath his skin, and vanished, reappearing in his hotel room.

He looked around, breathing heavily.

He'd left Higgins at home. It was the middle of the night in London, Sunday would be fast asleep, and wouldn't want to be woken up to hear about the irrevocably fucked situation Marvin had put himself in in any case.

Chase probably never wanted to hear from him again.

One of the glasses on top of the minifridge shattered, the rest rattling and glowing faintly green. The curtains were flapping in a nonexistent breeze, the ceiling fan spinning far faster than it should.

"Sorry," said Marvin quietly. The window cracked from top to bottom.

...

Stacy's breathing was slow and even, peaceful. The blankets were tucked up to her chin. Her gold hair was curled up tight in old-fashioned rollers in preparation for tomorrow.

Today, technically, it was nearly four in the morning.

Chase stared at the ceiling, keeping his own breathing slow and even, trying to time it with Stacy's, trying to focus on Stacy, on falling asleep, on anything else other than-

Chase holds his arm out, offering a hug. Marvin is staring up at him, eyes slightly unfocused from a late evening and plenty to drink, but he still looks... intent on something. His eyes narrow slightly, like they do when he's working out the best thing to say to piss someone off, and Chase gets ready for a retort of some kind, a recovery from Marvin's earlier awkward fumbling. Marvin steps in close, going up on his tiptoes and grabbing Chase's jacket to keep from losing his balance-

Chase sat up abruptly and climbed out of bed. Stacy stirred, mumbling in her sleep, but didn't wake. Chase slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him and flicking on the light. The sound of the tap running was at least something to listen to, something to focus on. The cold water on his face was bracing. He leaned against the counter, glaring at himself in the mirror.

"What the hell are you doing," he muttered, "what the hell, Brody, get back in bed with your- with Stace, get back in bed and go to sleep."

His reflection looked exhausted, stubborn and haggard, and he was going to look like hell in the morning. Maybe he could borrow some of Stacy's concealer or something, but she'd ask why he hadn't slept well, she'd want to know-

Marvin's lips are unexpectedly soft, and Chase doesn't mind the taste of wine on them as much as he does when it's the drink by itself, especially not when Marvin grips at Chase's hair in response to his gasp and presses in closer, especially not when Chase feels his knees go weak and has to grab Marvin's shirt to steady himself, and if he's not careful they'll both go crashing to the ground, but with Marvin so close, would Chase really mind that so much-

"Fuck," Chase hissed, rubbing harshly at his eyes.

Those few moments had been playing in his mind on relentless repeat for four fucking hours. Chase was ready to snap, was ready to march straight to Marvin's hotel room and demand an explanation, but he couldn't, he couldn't do that, he couldn't see Marvin, because if he saw Marvin tonight, he was going to-

"Fuck," he said again, stomach dropping through the floor at the realization.

If he saw Marvin again tonight, he was going to kiss him. And keep kissing him, and not be able to stop, and he was getting married in ten fucking hours.

Chase was utterly, irrevocably fucked.

[deceptive-jo]

Dark x Anti but later on Chase is in the relationship as a poly ship. They take interest in Chase and poor boy can’t handle two attractive demons flirting with him.

So...school and hyperfixation took me a bit longer to finish this but...something is here now.

Word: 1220

Anti sat on the couch, leaning against Dark and staring blankly at the TV playing static. "Our anniversary is coming up. I hope you kept your whole day free", he faintly heard his boyfriend say. And while he made a noise of agreement and remained still, one might have noticed his hand beginning to glitch. Fuck, the anniversary! He completely forgot about that! Shit shit shit shit-

His thoughts came to an abrupt stop when he saw Chase drive into the street. Of course, he could just ask Chase! He at least had experience with this and then Anti didn't have to turn up with nothing while Dark probably got them a reservation in some fancy restaurant and whatnot.

So as soon as Chase Brody closed the door to his room and turned around to just let himself fall face down onto his bed he came face to face with a certain glitch demon. A sigh escaped his mouth when he saw the other Ego sitting on his bed. So much for a calm evening. "What is it, Anti?" "I need your help." That confession brought a short stop to Chase's racing thoughts. "What?", Anti rolled his eyes at his idiot friend's expression. "Your help, dumbass. I don't have a gift for our anniversary!" That made Chase nearly crack up. "Don't you laugh fucker, this is serious", Anti hissed. The dad threw his hands up in mock-surrender. "Sure, sure what did you think about? Getting him a new tie or something?", he suggested while sitting down onto his bed at last, causing Anti to jump up and begin pacing through the room.

"No, I need something more. He'll take me out, I obviously need something better than that", he argued, missing Chase's amused expression. Was he really just making the gifting into a competition? But despite his own amusement he could clearly see the distress in his friend's face, so he reached out his hands to pull the demon down onto the bed with him, "Okay, then let's think about this-"

The date went good, in Anti's opinion. They hadn't gone out- fine by him- but instead enjoyed a nice dinner at a secluded area in the woods. The sun was already setting when he finally got out the neatly wrapped-up package. With a mumbled, "I got something for you", he shoved the gift into his partner's hands who smirked and began opening it, not noticing the curious look of the gifter, who had actually not seen the gift yet either. However the smirk was soon replaced with pure gleam when he took out the glasses embedded in the box. "What's that?" Anti glared at the glasses. What the fuck had Chase given him there? Realising that Dark still expected an answer he pressed out," Well...I noticed you were having...trouble reading. So is thought...I might help out?", he already prepared to get back at Chase for that stupid prank, who the hell did he think he was, when- "You noticed?", the glitch's eyes snapped up to his partner who eyed the flasses thoughtfully, "That's suprisingly thoughtful of you, Anti." "Gee, thanks", he leaned back in his chair trying not to let his relief show, "Anyway, let's go back home-" "Actually", the other demon interrupted him, "I have one last thing for you." And with that he handed his boyfriend a soft cloth, that Anti found to be a scarf, made out of different shades of green in a Houndstooth pattern. "For your neck", he explained. At that Anti frowned. When had he ever told him about how that bothered him? On the other hand, it might be pretty obvious how uncomfortable the wound made him some times. In thoughts he slowly put on the scarf, noticing how incredibly soft it felt - was that cashmere? Taking his partners hand they wandered back into the forest.

It took him exactly one day to slip up. In retrospective, was it really that suprising? Anti had come into the living room to see Dark sit on the loveseat, already wearing his new glasses and reading the newspaper. "You look good", he remarked. "Yes, about that...I know you didn't get me those glasses." A nervous laughter escaped him, "What are you talking about of course I did...", he slowly trailed of under the sceptical stare of Dark. "Anti, you know better than to lie to me", the demon stated, "So just say: Who got the glasses?" Instead of answering Anti led his sight towards the backyard where Chase was sitting with Jameson.

"Yes, I figured as much." That made Anti whip around. How could he have possibly known that?? But Dark just shook his head, "Who do you think had the idea to get you a scarf? He told me that he was the only person you told about your problems with the wound." Anti stared at him in disbelief, "He really does know us, huh?"

Chase was standing at the stove when Dark came into the kitchen, still wearing his glasses. And - oh shit, he looks hot - Chase thought to himself, while trying not too blush at the sight. "Uh, Dark you're...still wearing your glasses", he informed him. "Oh", chuckling he put the glasses into his pockets and leaned against the counter next to Chase, "I didn't even notice." "So they're good?", the younger man had to turn his head to see the silent nod, only now realising how close the other entity was. "But of course not good enough to make me forget about your delicious dinner", he explained in a deep voice and- was he coming closer? Just to be safe Chase tried to inch a bit more backwards, his eyes fixated on the pan. "It's just Pasta", he mumbled. Yeah, he was definitely blushing by now. The grin was audible in Dark's next words, "Well, I am exited for dinner. After all, anything you give out is always to satisfaction." With that Chase was left alone again, his thoughts swirling and the knot in his stomach growing, that made his face go red.

Dinner was...interesting. Chase tried to keep up his conversation with Bing as good as possibly but he knew that Dark was looking at him (and vehemently ignoring Wilford). The whole thing went fine until he was back in the kitchen to clean up the dishes and he heard a voice, a lot much higher than Dark's. "Ya need help with that?"

"Since when yo you offer your help in the kitchen?", Chase replied, trying too ignore the tingling in his spine that seemed to accompany him lately whenever Anti was around. Speaking of which, the demon gliched out of the microwave and sat down at the same counter as Dark. "Hey now, you helped me out lots, I have to repay you somehow." "Eh...it was nothing", he tried to dismiss it. "Still", Anti purred, "I wanna do something." "I really don't need any help", the reply came out a bit too fast and just made Anti grin even wider. "Sure..." And with a last wink he was gone.

Chase ran his wet hand through his hair and sank down onto a kitchen chair, with his heart beating fast and a growing blush on his face. What the hell was going on here?