#jse chase brody x reader

[mothgodofchaos]

Spirits

In my defense, it was a fantastic pun. And sometimes you just gotta pour one out for the homies. On a different note, I hurt my own feelings writing this.

Ghost!Chase x GN!Reader, TW: alcohol, grief, death, funeral mention, human experimentation mention Words: 870

You get out of your car in the graveyard parking lot, the anniversary of Chase’s death. It’s gotten a little easier over the years, but it’s still hard to believe he’s gone. You take the grocery bag out of the back seat, heading through the gates to find his grave. You know where it is, your feet almost take you there by themselves, you’ve walked the path so many times. That laboratory deemed his death a “non-preventable casualty” and refused to give any details, and something inside you has told you it wasn’t an accident.

You pull your hood over your ears, the chill autumn air sending shivers down your spine. Just like you do every year, you stare at his gravestone, almost like you’re processing all over again that he’s truly gone. Like you never fully believed it. And you don’t even know if you ever will. You set the bag down, getting down on one knee as you rustle through it. From the bag you pull out a bottle of whiskey, an energy drink, and a small bouquet of flowers. Old flowers are discarded, long dried out and abandoned. You hold the beverages in your hands, staring at the labels. They’re his favorites, ironic how the drinks you tried to get him to stop drinking end up being the things you bring to his grave.

You pop the cork of the whiskey and open the can of energy drink, watching as the two pour out onto the ground, sinking deep into the ground. Something about it feels, good almost. Making a danger cocktail for him, exactly like the ones he used to try and get you to drink. When there’s nothing more than a few sips in each left, you down them yourself, making a face but, you do it for him.

You get comfortable, talking to him about how life has been this year. The ups, the downs, how you still check on his brothers for him. Trying to do best by him while also living your life. It’s a difficult balance, but you have support keeping you upright. When you run out of things to say, you set the whiskey bottle on the lip of the headstone, placing the flowers inside. It’s what he would’ve wanted. As you walk away, something inside you pulls you back, looking at his name on the stone. Through tears, you give him one last fistbump, for old time’s sake.

You step away, wiping your eyes on your sleeve as you take your trash back to your car.

“WAIT-“

You stop in your tracks, not believing what you heard. Maybe you shouldn’t have drank the whiskey and energy drink…

“Dude! I know you can hear me!”

You spin around to be faced with an apparition of Chase, ghostly blue but he almost looks solid in the evening light.

“Chase-“

You cautiously reach out to him, hand colliding with his chest. He’s cold, but he’s there. Your hands move to his shoulders, looking at him through tears before pulling him into a hug. All you can manage out are sobs, apologies, scoldings for leaving you without him, anything you can think to say to him now that you know he’s listening.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay. Well, I’m not, I’m a ghost. But I thought you could help me with that…”

The idea of getting your friend back makes your heart leap, maybe, maybe you could fix things between the two of you. Confess the things you always wanted to.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you need, dude.”

“My body… isn’t here. It’s still at the facility. I didn’t even know I had a grave, although I guess I should’ve expected that.”

“It- it’s not here!?”

You fish through your memories of the funeral, realizing you never saw Chase in that casket. The top was always closed.

“They said the lid was closed because you were disfigured…”

“Yeah that’s a load of bullshit. They were the ones that killed me. They’re trying to use my body as a vessel for… something.”

Your face is a mixture of horror and disgust, which makes Chase chuckle a little bit.

“So… we’re breaking your body out of prison?”

“I mean, that’s one way of putting it.”

“And your brothers? They’ll want to see you. Want to help.”

“I know! I know! But, I wanted to see you first. I didn’t realize you still cared.”

“I always cared, Chase. No matter what your thoughts said. I thought I was waiting for you to come back to me emotionally, not spiritually…”

“I’m sorry, I wanted to. But, they grabbed me. The facility-“

“You need to talk to Henrik about that, later. Right now, I have my boy back. And we’ll get your body back, I promise.”

“Your boy… I forgot you called me that.”

“As long as you’ll let me.”

“Always. Please.”

You look at each other for a moment, before you pull him to your chest, kissing the top of his head.

“Let's get you home. See your brothers. Marv will be able to help in the short term.”

“You’re staying, right?”

“Wouldn’t leave you even if they decided it was my turn to go to that facility.”

[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?”

[asherranceoftheheart]

Heya! Decided to try and get the writing muscles stretched out after the short break.

I want to write more for the Jacksepticeye egos, some yandere stuff?, And maybe even reader x character stories. Also planning on writing some more for the game Glitched so look out for that too!

Send me some prompts if you guys want!

[effloradox]

i've a nagging fear someone else is pulling at the strings

Chase Brody x IRIS!reader

"The date is October 20th 2019. Good morning Chase. How are you feeling today?" The man watches you as you take a seat across the table from him and place all your folders down. You're not a scientist he recognises, and yet something about you seems familiar. Weird.

"Fucking fantastic. Where's the other guy?"

"Today's his day off. Even scientists get a break every now and then Chase. I'll be filling in for him today to check up on your wellbeing if you're okay with that?" He considers you for a moment. The other scientist always looks so frustrated with him but you seem so earnest for him to want to speak to you. It's almost endearing. On the outside it would be flattering to have someone like you so invested in his wellbeing.

"S'fine. Not like I have a choice anyway." He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. He briefly glances at the camera that's been directed at him since he got here. It's almost like it follows him. IRIS certainly have the whole surveillance state thing down to a tee. The light remains off for now, he’s still not sure if that’s good or bad though.

"You always have a choice, Chase. Remember that." You smile at him, like you want to reassure him. The more he looks at you, the more he’s sure he’s seen you before. Fleeting images of you and a weird looking man drift through his mind but there’s nothing concrete attached to them, they feel like dreams rather than memories.

"Sorry but have we met before? You seem really familiar." He watches you closely as the gentle smile you'd been sporting quickly disappears as you press your lips into a thin line. Shit he didn't mean to upset you.

"Not as far as I'm aware. Is that sense of deja vu something you experience often?" You sound so concerned that Chase almost forgets that you're asking him in a professional capacity. You're a scientist, he needs to remember that and be careful what he says. Who knows how what he says could be used against him. You don't care about him, you care about what his answers mean for your research.

“Not that often. I felt it here when I first came in and just then when I saw you, that’s it. It’s not that interesting.” He waits for the rehearsed speech of “we’ll decide what’s important” and is mildly surprised when you don’t push him. You just make a short note on your clipboard and that’s that. He immediately likes you more than the usual guy.

“So, how are you feeling? What’s your emotional state where 1 is the worst and 10 is the best?”

“5? Maybe a 4? ‘M not too sure. Been getting bored waiting around with only a tennis ball to entertain myself.”

“We could provide you with some reading material if that would alleviate some of the boredom? I can’t promise it’ll be a New York Times bestseller but if it’s something that you would like, I can arrange to have something brought in for you.”

“That would be great, yeah. Could I have had stuff all this time? Why did the other guy not offer me anything?”

“Honestly, Chase, I’m not sure. He should have offered you something, it’s not like we want you getting cabin fever from being here. I promise after this I’ll look into it for you.” You're so different from the usual guy, he keeps almost forgetting what the symbol on your lab coat represents. He's been treated with suspicion and disdain since he was brought here, and then you come along and show him actual human decency. You're different from everyone else he's interacted with, part of him is hoping you'll visit him again. There's a prickling of suspicion about your behaviour in the back of his mind though.

"Why're you being so nice to me?"

"Believe it or not, we all just want to help you Chase. It's for your protection that you were brought here. We just need to make sure that you're okay and then you'll be free to go. The least we can do is help to make your stay here feel less like you're in prison."

"Wait, protection from what? I don't remember what happened to me, are you saying I was attacked or something?"

"No, nothing like that. We just need to try and build a better picture of what happened to you and the best way to do that is to keep you under observation. I just need to ask you a few more questions, okay?" He makes a noise of agreement and the next few minutes are spent going over the usual questions he gets asked during these sessions.

He senses the presence before he sees it. It's when you bend your head to make another note that he sees out of the corner of his eye a figure move through the room. When he turns his head it seems to vanish and then appear directly behind you. He wants to speak up, to warn you, but finds his voice is failing him and the figure moves to rest its hands on your shoulders. Chase expects you to react to the touch but when you give no indication that anything is amiss, he starts to worry that he genuinely is going crazy.

The sudden flashing light on the camera next to you makes you look up to see Chase looking at you with such fear in his eyes. "Is everything okay?" He nods but doesn't look certain. It seems like he's staring at something behind you but there's no one there, nobody else is in the room with you. He blinks his eyes rapidly, then flicks back to yours and he seems to relax ever so slightly. Interesting.

"Yeah 'm fine. What's the next question?"

"Actually I think we're done with questions for this session. Is there anything else you want to discuss other than what you've already raised?" He shakes his head in response to your question and he notes that you frown slightly at the lack of verbal response. "Well in that case, I hope to see you again soon. I'll get that reading material sorted for you, hopefully we'll be able to provide you with something within the next day or so."

Closing the door behind you, you make your way to the break room, but not before looking up and making eye contact with the WATCHR camera overhead. "114209 he's ready. It's time to begin." You end your sentence with a wink in the direction of the camera before making your way out of the building. Your job here is done. Now all that's left is to let Anti do what he does best. It's going to be a busy few days at the IRIS Institute and you can't wait to see it.

Notes: I really liked the idea of someone inside IRIS working with Anti and couldn't get this concept out of my head so here's my first dabble into writing Chase :)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Sick

"I can’t stand living here. When do I get to go home?”

“Chase, listen..I know you don’t wanna be here, just as much as I don’t want you to be here. But you’ll have to cooperate with us-”

“How much longer do I need to “cooperate”, huh?! I’ve been as obedient as a goddamn dog ever since I got here.” The father at the opposite end of the table scowled at you, glaring at the IRIS logo on your lab coat. Clearly, he wasn’t in the mood to talk to yet another scientist. But it’s not like he had any choice in the matter.

He could always stay silent, though it wouldn’t make you leave him alone. You were too damn determined to talk to him.

“I do literally everything you ask of me..and it’s never enough! When will I know what’s really going on?!” He continued to rant.

Despite his increasingly aggressive attitude, you had to remain calm and remind him of the camera stationed nearby. Its light glowed an eerie red, indicating its detection of heightened negative emotion. 

"I understand your confusion, but please do not shout.” You gently urged. “If the camera detects too much negativity, we’ll have to cut this conversation short. And I'd hate to leave without telling you anything important."

“I don’t give a shit about--!! Wait..what did you wanna tell me? Something I don’t already know?” Calming down only slightly, Chase blinked in bewilderment.

This was certainly a turn of events. Usually he just repeated the same old shit to the other scientists; telling them what they likely already knew. But you were different--you wanted to tell him something important instead.

“A lot of it’s confidential, but I’m able to tell you this much about why we need you here..” Pausing, you opened the folder beside you, gazing at the files contained within it. “A few years back, you’ve openly admitted to a YouTube audience about your depression and your friend’s coma. You would say both are..terrible occurrences that have impacted you significantly, no?”

“Well..I mean, sure. But how did you-”

"We’ve had a WTCHR camera installed in the recording studio for the past five years. It picks up all visual and audio stimuli. And due to unusual activity on the computer itself, our systems were able to tap into it as well.”

“What the hell..” You could barely hear Chase muttering under his breath. “So IRIS was stalking me this whole time?”

“..it was for safety, Chase. Believe me, I know you value your privacy. But given the paranormal circumstances leading up to your friend’s coma-”

“Jack.”

“Pardon?”

“His name..is Jack.” He spoke through gritted teeth, hands balling themselves into fists. “All along you knew something was wrong. Everyone I ever talked to before this thought I lost my fucking mind. They thought I was crazy! But you guys knew, and did nothing. You all just watched as this happened to us!! As he tormented us!! YOU’RE SICK, YOU KNOW THAT?!!”

The slamming of fists made you tense, although your gaze quickly flickered to the guard stationed near the door. He seemed ready to sedate Chase at a moment’s notice, but then again he was always on-edge...or just annoyed it was getting close to his lunch break.

Looking back at your patient, it broke your heart a little to see him start to cry. Clearly, all of this had taken such a heavy toll on him--you couldn’t blame the poor guy who used to have a loving family and a decent career..all gone up in smoke.

He had his snark with the other scientists and guards, though this seemed to be his breaking point.

If you were held captive for months in a facility studying paranormal sciences with little to no answers on what was going on..you’d eventually crack, too.

"Doctor..I just want to understand..” Chase clutched at his cap, eyes closed and cheeks streaked with tears. “Is it him? Is it because I’ve made contact with him?!”

“Yes.” You sighed softly, leaning over the table to rest your arms, opting for a more casual posture. “We believe the events you spoke of are connected to this singular entity. We’ve been tracking him since 2016, but he’s tried sabotaging our systems so..it’s difficult to know his next move. Even IRIS doesn’t fully understand what he is or what he wants.”

“Wow, that’s reassuring..” He remarked sarcastically, sniffling as he opened his eyes. “All you need to know is that he’s some weird...virus demon who wants to hurt people and take over my life. I don’t know why he chose me, but..h-he’ll do anything to get his way. Even if it means killing everyone here.”

“Are you threatening us?” The guard’s voice suddenly boomed, startling you slightly--and especially Chase. You scowled at him for speaking without permission and intentionally aggravating the father, but the latter seemed more frightened than angered.

“No, I’m..I’m telling you the truth! I’m trying to warn you guys! He could be watching us right now!!” His increasing paranoia was captured by the camera, its red light brightening once more.

“Chase, even if he is..you’re much safer in this facility than in your own home." You attempted to defuse the situation. "We’ll be here to intervene should he try anything. He's not gonna hurt you. You have my word."

That didn’t do much to calm him down, as he just looked back at you with a scoff, although he did lean back in his chair. He then removed his hat to rub the side of his head, groaning in pain. “God, I got a fuckin’ headache...this is a lot to take in..”

“I’ll send a nurse to deliver Tylenol. But I think we can stop here for today. I’ll let you rest and give you time to process all of this.” Closing the file, you stood up and glanced at him with a twinge of pity. “I promise we’ll get you out of here soon. See you next time, Chase.”

Eventually he decided to climb into his bed, turning away from the camera’s light and staring at the wall.

“Yeah..see ya.” With a huff, he took the tennis ball on the table and held it in his hands, nails digging into the shedding lime green fabric.

He heard your footsteps, along with the guard’s as you both exited his cell, once again leaving him alone with his thoughts.

As much as he despised being here against his will, you were a genuinely nice scientist who actually gave him clarity on some things. You spoke in a way that made sense--without all the technical jargon that your colleagues spewed (and somehow expected him to understand).

He only hopes you can keep him at bay.

[prinxejeanne]

Goody drabble of reader and Chase puhlease! And congrats on 100 Jeanne. You deserve the world <333 /p

YOU'RE SO SWEET SARDS, AHHH- ANYWAY, HERE YOU GO HOME SLICE <3 /p

[[Chase Brody drabble, Chase x Reader, written as a request for my 100 follower milestone! In this, the reader already has an established relationship (because this is a drabble and I need soft cuddles).]]

[[Warnings: divorce mention, BRIEF vomit mention, alcoholism mention (because this is about Chase Brody), and a fluffy ficlet written by an affection-starved queer person sjsjsj]]

Chase was curled up on his couch when you walked into your shared apartment, a line of drool slipping from the corner of his open (and snoring) mouth as he slept the day away.

It was kind of cute, but you were bored and wanted to hang out. Time to wake him up.

"Chase, honey," you began with a chuckle, shaking him awake, "you passed out already? It's not even noon yet!"

Still half-asleep, the sleepy father checked his watch and sat upright suddenly. "Shit, I didn't even realize," he responded with a groggy chuckle. "Morning, hot stuff."

He didn't smell like alcohol, which was a good sign- the poor guy had been having some serious drinking problems ever since he and his ex wife split up, and it seemed as if he was only sober when his kids were dropped off every other weekend.

You knew it had to be hard on him, but it seemed as if he was starting to get a little better after you two finally started dating.

Thank god.

You were completely infatuated with the man, but cleaning up his puke at 3am was getting a little exhausting after a while.

You chuckled softly at the nickname, before standing up and helping him off the couch.

"What did you want to eat?" you asked, giving him a couple pecks on the cheek and leading him to the kitchen.

"You," he replied with a cheeky grin, quickly followed with you (playfully) slapping his arm.

"For breakfast, love," you teased, quickly brushing through his short messy hair with your fingers.

"Mmh, pancakes sound good... I'll help you make them!"

You snorted slightly, and shook your head. "You can wash some dishes for me, but I don't trust you with the stove," you giggled. "Last time you tried, the apartment was filled with smoke."

"Wh- It's not my fault I forgot to turn on the fan that one time," he whined, the playful grin on his face giving away his puppydog ruse.

You kissed his temple, and then motioned towards the sink. "Dishes, loverboy," you instructed lightheartedly.

The two of you worked in a comfortable silence, occasionally pecking each other on the cheek and giggling quietly.

Once you started on the pancake batter, a playful grin spreads across your boyfriend's face. You narrow your eyes at him.

"What're you planning, handsome?" you ask, suspicious of the mischief in his eyes.

"Oh, nothing at all! Just looking at my sexy partner," he replies innocently, only making your suspicion rise.

"Uhuh. Does it have anything to do with the batter I'm making?"

Chase's grin widens, and you yelp slightly as he suddenly flicks a tiny bit of the tan mixture onto your shirt. "Oops! You spilled a little bit, honey!" he giggled, followed by a playful smile spreading on your own face.

"Oh yeah? Guess that means I should beat your ass with this whisk in my hand, huh?" you chuckled, Chase's eyes widening as you used the whisk to flick a bit more of the batter on his own shirt.

"You wouldn't dare!" he responded with mock offense, causing the both of you to chuckle.

After a moment of hesitation just to throw him off, you suddenly lunged at Chase with the batter-covered whisk and a laugh. He jumps out of the way last-minute, yelping slightly and hurrying over to the front room. You chase after him (no pun intended) and end up tackling him after stumbling over an empty beer can.

"No, don't cover me in batter!" he protested, despite the laugh erupting from his chest as you waved the whisk inches from his face.

"Do you yield?" you cried out dramatically, followed by another soft giggle.

"I yield, I yield!" he yelps as you gently poke his side with a finger. You let Chase go, and he pulls you in by the waist for a long kiss on the lips. "God, I love you."

You grin and shower his face in soft kisses before wrapping your arms around him fully and resting your chin on his shoulder.

"I love you more, handsome," you whisper, before planting a soft kiss on the shell of his ear.

He chuckles a bit, holding you for a moment before perking his head up slightly and sniffing.

"Hey- do you smell smoke?"

[drebur123]

I Hate to See You Leaving | Chase Brody X Gn!Reader

The kids. She just took the kids. I'll never see the kids again. The same kids I supported for nine years. Gone. 

"Chase," My lawyer whispers to me. 

Y/n and I have been friends since the beginning. Our mothers were best friends, so we've known each other basically our whole lives. They agreed to help me in court with them being a lawyer and all. "Chase, come on. We have to go." 

Through teary eyes I look over at them. They give me a sympathetic smile, grabbing my hand. We're the last one in the room. "Come along. If we hurry, you can say goodbye." And hurry I did. I got up from my seat and sprinted down the hall faster than I ever had before.

There by the door stood Greyson and Lily. Greyson is really the only one old enough to know what's happening. He's the first to run into my arms. The poor kid. He looks just about as broken as I feel. 

Stacy shoots me a dirty look when Lily tears her hand away from her and does the same as Greyson. I ignore Stacy and she goes back to thanking her lawyer. The thing is not only did she take my kids, but she also took my house. 

All I'm left with is my car and a couple hundred dollars. Greyson and Lily pull away at their mother calling them. "Your dad loves you," I speak, "Remember that." They both nod spearing me one last glance before returning to their mother's side. 

With a look that clearly says, "I'm not sorry", Stacy pulls her kids with her as they leave the building. I'll never see my family again. They always told me high school relationships never work out. I guess I should have listened then.

Now who do I have now?

A tap on the shoulder pulls me out of my thoughts. I look over to see y/n standing there. "You may need this." They hand me a tissue. I thank them, wiping tears from my cheeks. 

They pull me in for a hug of which I return. "I sorry. I tried. The judge wasn't very cooperative." I nod, burying my face in their hair. "It's not your fault," I say quietly. They pull away first. "You can stay at my house if you need."

Y/n let me stay at their house when Stacy kicked me out before. This isn't the first time they've offered. "Thank you, Y/n." 

That's how I end up sitting on Y/n couch waiting for dinner. They insisted upon me not helping, though I begged them to let me. "I made your favorite," Y/n says sitting next to me with two plates of grilled cheese sandwiches. 

I thank them, accepting the paper plate. "Why did she do this? Did I do something wrong?" I ask after taking a bite of the sandwich. "Because she doesn't know what she's doing," Y/n replies. "She was dumb to leave you. It's not your fault."

I watch as a tear falls from my eye, landing on my plate next to the crumbs from the slightly burnt toast. The doorbell rings. Y/n leaves their spot to go answer it. They shortly return with a box. "Henrik dropped these off for you. He thought you might want them."  

Y/n sets the box next to me. It's just clothes and personal belongings from his house. I stay over there everyone and a while. I'm supposed to get my stuff from my- I mean Stacy's house tomorrow and leave her the key while the kids are at school.

Y/n rejoins me on the couch, returning to their sandwich. I finish mine up, setting my plate on the coffee table a foot or two away. "Thank you, y/n." I say out of the blue. "There's no need to. I'd let you stay here any day." 

I shake my head no. "For everything. For supporting me when I needed you, for helping me when I needed help, and for always being there." Y/n smiles at me. "Like I said before, I do it for you any day." 

We both fall silent for a moment. "Do you wanna change and we can watch a movie or something?" Y/n questions. I nod and they head up to their room. I grab a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from the box, changing in the bathroom.

Y/n is done before I am. I join them on the couch when I finish. "I have Snow White in the player, do you want to watch that?" Y/n asks. I shrug. "I don't care." She nods and switches it on. 

By the end of the movie my head is resting on Y/n's shoulder and we're both underneath the blanket Jackie made for me a while back. It was in the box. The end credits start rolling, so I sit up some. 

I normally fall asleep during movies. "Y/n," I whisper. When they don't respond, I assume they're asleep. I return to my position with a sigh. Why is life so hard? 

After a few minutes my eyelids start to feel heavy. I guess all that crying I did wore me out. And before I know it, I'm starting to fall asleep. 

[7spaceace7]

The Pancake Incident (Chase Brody x Reader)

I made this a while ago, buuuuut I feel like after yesterday’s events, we all need a feel-good Chase story. Enjoy my first posted fic in a while!

“What on earth are you doing?” 

“Well, I was trying to make pancakes. It, um, didn’t work out though?”

Chase and you stared up at the ceiling. A splotch of cream-colored mixing had splattered across it, and there the vlogger stood with a guilty look and pan still in his hands. Some batter dripped onto the floor between you both.

“I was gonna make you breakfast in bed…” Chase sighed. The poor guy’s lower lip stuck out in disappointment as he frowned at the problem he’d made. Your heart swelled at your sweetheart’s commendable attempt, even though it ended up in a mess you’d both have to clean up. Somehow.

“Oh, honey,” You said, walking over to him with your blanket shrouded around you like a cape. You were still half asleep, having woken up from a clattering followed by a loud “Fuck!” coming from the kitchen, so you kept the blanket to stave off the cold of the apartment. “C’mere.”

The taller man gladly accepted your snuggly embrace, especially when you wrapped your blanket around him like a set of wings. Chase buried his face into your hair as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Sorry for waking you up,” He murmured. Poor thing was still tired from the week, but he still got up early and tried his best for you. 

“No need to apologize. Though, what I don’t understand is how it got on the ceiling in the first place.”

Chase quieted. Never a good sign.

“Chase?” You moved up to look at him, eyebrow raised.

“...I was trying to be cool and do the pancake flip thing.”

“Of course you were,” You giggled, rolling your eyes, “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

“Love me forever and ever?” The youtuber grinned sheepishly. 

“Yeah,” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “That’ll do.”

The sweet look you both held for each other was promptly interrupted by the smack of batter falling from the ceiling and directly onto your boyfriend’s face.

“Goddamn it.”

[ijwrff]

How about a Yandere Chase Brody?

The boy...I adore him. Here is some yandere Chase!! Warning there is mentions of cheating (not from Chase, he would never), blood, violence, and death. General warnings typical of yanderes.

Word count: 1,628

When you met him…he seemed…average. Not exceedingly interesting, but nowhere near boring either. Funny, but not hilarious. 

It took a while, but you grew fond of him. He grew on you in a sense. He was a good friend. Though…he didn’t seem to like your partner too much. 

You had been with them for a few months, and honestly? You didn’t like them too much anymore. You didn’t wish any ill upon them, you actually hoped they could be happy with someone else. 

Chase encouraged this, saying you could do so much better. That they weren’t right for you. 

Today, you were meeting Chase at your usual coffee, tea, and ice cream shop in town. It was a nice little spot that never got too busy. 

Chase walked in, right on time as usual. 

He walked over to your table, and sat down. “Hey! Good to see you!” He quickly ordered his usual, and turned to focus fully on you, something he did to show you he was being an active listener. 

You smiled at him, “Hey Chase! How’d your day with your kids go yesterday?” Your favorite food/drink arrived, as you ordered before Chase got there, and you dug in while he talked. 

Looking sheepish, he looked away from you and back to you a couple times, “You…you remembered the day I was seeing my kids?” 

A soft laugh came from you, “Of course! They mean a lot to you, how could I forget! You were so excited to tell me about it last week when we hung out.” 

He beamed, looking so happy to hear this, “It went perfect! I got to take them out to the park, go ice skating, and get dinner before I had to bring them back!” Looking at you with wide, excited eyes, he said “I’m so happy I got the day with them.”

“That’s great! I’m glad it went just as good as you’d hoped.” 

Chase was about to speak when your phone rang, you looked at him in apology and answered the unknown number. 

“Hello…?”

“Is this y/n?” You were confused. It was a girl’s voice that you didn’t recognize. 

“Yes…?”

“I want you to back off.” Her voice was full of venom, and you were left even more confused. 

Your confused look made Chase curious, and he tilted his head to you in question. You shrugged your shoulders and responded, “Back off…what? Who is this?” 

The girl on the other end scoffed, “I mean, back away from my partner.” 

Your blood turned cold. 

“Y-your…partner? Do you mean…” And you said your partner’s name. 

A shrill laugh came through the phone and even Chase heard it, it was so loud. “Duh. Who else would I be talking about? They don’t really care about you, you know that?” Your face turned pale, before going red with anger. 

“They’re cheating on me?” You didn’t look to see Chase’s face, or you would have found one of…cold. Calculating. Blank. 

“Of course they are. I’ve seen pics of you, nothing special. They’ve finally realized I'm the one for them. They’re moving out of your place within the week. To move in with ME.” 

You didn’t want to hear any more, and you hung up. You breathed heavily, angry as you could be. Tears began to form in your eyes. Was what she said true? Were they leaving you for someone else? Sure…you didn’t want to be with them any more. But you would never CHEAT. 

In a completely instinctual manner, you swore under your breath, “GOD I WISH THEY’D GET HIT BY A CAR!” 

Chase reached across the table and placed one of his hands over your own, “They…cheated on you?” His face showed concern, but those eyes were vicious. But you didn’t care at that moment. 

You sniffled, trying your best not to cry in public, “Yeah…they’re even moving in with that girl later this week.” 

Chase stood up, and gestured for you to get up with him. “Y/n…I want you to go to my house. I’ll go get your things, and you can move in with me until you find another place to stay…or…you could stay with me for a while. I wouldn’t mind having you as a roommate.” He looked genuine, and rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand. 

A couple tears managed to fall, “A-are you sure? I can try and move in with-” 

He cut you off, “Yes. I am completely sure. I’ve known you for a long time now, I care about you. Letting you live with me is not too much, or too difficult. I’ve visited your place hundreds of times, and you’ve seen my place so you know I have room for you.” He smiled, and grabbed both your hands, “Now go. I’ll call you when I’m about to head home.” 

You gave him a grateful smile, and let out a small “okay.” You didn’t want to admit you didn’t want to be alone, but you didn’t have a ton of things so it wouldn’t take him too long. 

Or so you thought. 

It didn’t take long to get to his house, and you turned on the tv, not really paying attention to anything that was playing. Just some background noise until you could talk to Chase when he got here. 

You tried to wait for him, but half an hour turned into an hour, to an hour and a half. At the two hour mark you decided to call him. You didn’t want to be alone for this long right now, you needed your best friend. 

It rang…and rang…and no answer. That was weird…so you called again. Same lack of response. It shouldn’t be taking him this long. You didn’t live too far from Chase’s house, so you decided to walk to your apartment. Maybe he got in an accident? Or his phone died when he was getting your stuff? It just didn’t make sense. 

You approached your shared apartment with your partner…well…definitely ex now. You didn’t wanna think about that right now. 

Your feelings for your partner aside, you were dreading entering your apartment. Something was off…this sense of dread was not normal. But you saw Chase’s car outside, so you knew he must be here. Unless he went somewhere without his car…which he wouldn’t do. 

A deep sigh from you, and you fumbled with the keys. 

You slowly pushed the door open, “C-Chase? Are you here?” 

No response. 

“Chase?” You tried to call out again. All you could hear was this…noise. Almost like a squelching. 

You ignored your gut, and followed the sound. It was coming from your room. You turned the knob…slowly opening the door. 

What you saw…you’d never forget it for the rest of your life. 

There was Chase, standing over your ex’s lifeless body, a metal bat in his hand. He swung down…again…and again. Your ex wasn’t even recognizable at this point. There was blood from wall to wall, and Chase himself was covered in it, being at the center of it all. 

You were afraid…so so afraid. You took a step back, but bumped into the door. It made a sound, one that caught the attention of Chase. 

The worst part? When he turned to you? He smiled. A smile you had grown familiar with, and it was normally so comforting…right now it was completely and utterly terrifying. 

“Oh! You’re here! Aw…” He pouted and tossed the bat to the side, “The surprise is ruined now!” 

You took another step back, and he eyed you. “S-s-surprise?” 

He took a step closer to you, and you took a step back in response. He held up his hands in surrender, and smiled at you once more. 

“It’s not ‘hit by a car’ but I hope this will do!” Hearing your own words echoed back at you, you felt a sense of blame. Did he…do this…for you?

He stepped closer, those hands now reaching out for you, covered by blood. 

“Don’t worry. You’ll never have to worry about them again.” His look turned cold, but when you reeled back he returned to his happy smile, “What they did to you was unforgivable. So now, you’re going to live with me!” He looked around the bloodstained room, “I’ll get you new things too! I kind of ruined a lot of what you had…sorry.” He gave a small laugh. 

Your eyes were wide with fear…you didn’t want to live with a murderer. 

“Ch-chase, I…” You couldn’t form words. He was not the person you thought he was. You were under the impression he could never hurt a fly, let alone a human being. 

“Shh…I said don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.” He leaned in and hugged you. 

It took a few seconds before you slowly wrapped your arms around him as well. Maybe…playing along was your best bet. You didn’t want to say the wrong thing and end up like your ex. 

He hugged you tighter, “Get changed. I’ll wear something of theirs. We’ll walk out of here, and we’ll say you were with me all day, and I was with you all day! We’ll be each other’s alibis.” He pulled back and you nodded. 

Chase leaned in, and you froze, thinking he was going for a mouth kiss. He saw this and smiled, before kissing your forehead. “We’ll save that stuff for later. Only in your own time. You’ll realize how much  I love you as we live together. I’ll show you instead of telling you.” 

This was odd…were you really considering this? You should run…you really really should. But you wanted to believe the Chase you came to grow fond of was still in there. Besides…at this point? Who knows what he was capable of...

[mothgodofchaos]

I'm feeling some love for the sad dad of the year. Could you tell us how Chase would react to finding love again?

Chase has been mourning the fact that he's unlovable for so long, he doesn't think that someone loving him but staying safe is possible. He pushes people away because he knows in his heart that he's the true danger.

But when he sees you? All of that hardened exterior fades away as he nervously approaches you. Everything inside him is telling him to stay away, to keep you safe.

"Hey, would you... want to go get coffee some time...?"

He can barely keep his hands from shaking, but he lets out that breath he was holding when you accept. A wave of relief flowing over him. "Alright! Uh, you can text me here... you can pick the place if you have a favorite... No worries if not! Uh, have a good day!!"

He runs off, feeling fluttering in his chest that he hasn't felt in a long time.

[idk3ither]

Are you guys just as excited as I am?

[smolwash]

New Years Ficlets: JackSepticEye Egos

You felt stuffy at this ego party and to top it off you couldn’t find the ego that you wanted to find, so you decided to head to the balcony. There you saw someone you hadn’t expected to see.

Marvin:

Marvin. He was out on the balcony with his cat. You walked over.

“Hey, you okay?”

“These parties are too much for me sometimes”

You nodded in understanding, standing by him in comfortable silence. You looked up at the stairs, hearing the muffled countdown from the party inside. Marvin gently guided your head so you’d look at him and kissed you.

Chase:

Chase. He must have been dragged to the party by Henrik, trying to get him to be social during  depressive episode. He hadn’t talked to you in a little while...so it was likely.  You went and stood by him.

“I’ve missed you” Chase looked over and gave a small smile.

“I missed you too, (Y/N)”

“You know...I still don’t have anyone to kiss at midnight...”

“I can fix that”

Yo looked up at the stars, chatting until the countdown. At the one, you turned to Chase and at the cheers, your lips met.

JackaBoyMan:

Jackie. He was in his suit so he must have been patrolling until now.

“You’ve missed all the fun” you teased

“I’m sure I haven’t missed too much”

“It’s a usual ego party” you shrugged

“There’s one thing I was on time for.”

“What’s that?”

“This”

He gently kissed you as muffled cheers could be heard from inside.

Jameson Jackson:

Jameson. He was taking a break from the loud party. You went up to him.

“Hey”

He jumped and turned before being relieved that it was only you.

He gave you a smile and begun to sign.

“What are you doing out here?”

“I could as you the same but I wanted to be with you... and I wanted you to be my New Years kiss.

“I’d be honored” he signed.

Soon enough the countdown started and at one JJ wrapped his arms around your waste and at the cheers he gently pulled you into a chaste kiss.

Antisepticeye:

Anti...you hesitated before standing by him. He looked over, shocked that anyone approaching. He saw that it was you and relaxed.

“Shouldn’t you be in the party?”

“I wanted to check on you...and get you to be my New Years kiss”

“That’s just superstition”

“So you don’t want a kiss?” you asked, trying to hide your disappointment and sadness. Anti hated the pang he felt in his gut. The countdown started and Anti knew what he had to do. At the cheers, Anti kissed you.

“Happy New Year, lass”

Henrik von Schneeplestein:

“Thought I’d find you out here”

“Ah, (Y/N), taking a break from zhe party?”

You shook your head. “Nope. Looking for my New Years kiss”

“Und zhat’s me?”

“Who else would it be?”

You two chuckled as the countdown begun, At the end, he gently cuppsed your cheek and gave you a chaste kiss.

[dapperappleton]

Imagine Anti only listening to you

Anti’s laugh echoed through the room. Robbie, Chase, and JJ cowered on the couch. You merely rolled your eyes. Soon enough Anti glitched into the room, knife glinting in the static. He laughed again, his anger causing a sharp glitch to cut it in half.

“Anti, quit.” You rolled your eyes again. “You’re being over dramatic.”

“But-“

“No buts, mister.

“Fine.” Anti put away his knife, pouting, and walked out of the room. “No one ever speak a word about that!”

[reniplier]

Chase Brody with a comforting s/o

This poor boi, hes so tired

After a long day of recording, he's so happy to come home to you.

He sleeps on top of you with his head resting on your stomach.

If you have tibbies, he just puts his face right between them.

He probably likes his head being scratched too.

If he's angry or frustrated, it takes a while to calm him down.

He starts off really angry and slowly breaks down so that he's just sobbing in your arms.

You whisper sweet nothings into his ear until he's better or has fallen asleep.

[skeletonslovesyou]

Poor doctor needs a rest

@clanwarrior-tumbly @amadeus-prompts @incorrect-anti-quotes @incorrect-ego-quotes @therealjacksepticeye @septic-dr-schneep