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Silence the Noise — joshneku [AO3]

Just like footsteps in sand or snow, the tracks of the Soul leave impressions of its existence where it goes. If it’s merely passing through, its indent is ephemeral, worn away by the tread of other Souls. But the more frequent the visits, the longer the stay, the deeper the impression. 

Neku’s impression on the Underground is indelible. The influence of his Imagination has reshaped an entire dimension. You’d never know it in the Realground. Shibuya continues to hum; Neku’s the only one who recognizes the song.

But where his Soul’s journey should have ended, it instead extended. Beyond Shibuya, for three years, in a city that fell to the fate of what his city could have. He’ll never forget walking the desiccated ground and breathing what felt like fumes only to realize that the smothering haze was the eternally floating ashes of remnant Souls. Alone with only his thoughts and the ripples of displaced voices echoing the memories of Shinjuku’s last hours. Days dragged on into months. By the second month he’d memorized the entire layout of Shinjuku. By the sixth he’d memorized every crack in the streets. By year one, he could understand every note in the haunted elegiac symphony.

And when he tuned it out (which he’d learned to) the absence of sound rang relentlessly through his ears like a permanent case of tinnitus. Suffice it to say, there's no such thing as empty silence when the dead can talk.

Although things have been restored, Shinjuku never forgot Neku’s Soul, and a part of his Soul still exists there, skipping like a scratched CD, reliving the anguish. It projects into his nightmares, fresh as if he was there again, running circles around the border of Shinjuku, pawing frantically at the invisible walls and clamping his hands over his ears, knowing it’s futile because the noise is everywhere, and it’s pulling his psyche apart at the seams. His strangled moans unable to really scream from the paralyzed vocal chords in this throat, carry over into the throes of a night terror. The sound is almost worse than a scream, and certainly more frightening.

Joshua’s voice is the only thing that brings him back time and again, whispering reassurance. You’re safe. I’m here. You’re mine.

It wasn't Joshua's characteristic possessiveness. Neku knows what that really meant: Nothing can touch you because I have you. He’s under the Composer’s protection, and he trusts that unequivocally.

Joshua holds him until Neku’s completely back in his body again. Neku never talks about it the next day. He wouldn’t know how to approach it and he doesn’t want to give it voice anyway. At least it stays in his dreams where he can cordon off his toxic subconscious from his everyday life.

Until the shock wears off and similar to the Inversion, the two collide and collapse.

It happens as breakdowns do: sudden and violent. Sometimes for no reason at all, just the leftover hypervigilance that carried over from the need to survive. And sometimes it’s triggered. Certain sounds snap mental cords. 

Neku flees into the bathroom driven by panic, the one place in the apartment where he could isolate himself without suspicion. The last thing he’s conscious of doing is peeling off his clothes and running the shower. From there experience is felt more than seen. His stomach churned with dizzying nausea. If only he holds perfectly still, he might resist the urge to retch. His chest clenches as his heartbeat slowly rose and the lump in his throat threatens to send him into hysterical sobbing finally wins over. He hopes the hand clamped over his mouth and the sound of the water does enough of a job to muffle it. He knows this feeling. Knows that the tears will be the last thing he’ll feel before he starts slipping away from himself. That’s almost worse than the buildup. It’s so hard to break out of this level of despair once he falls down the hole. It feels isolating, and hopeless. He’s alone. 

He’s alone. He’s alone again.

In his fading peripheral, something shifts. The curtain’s pulled, and someone enters and in the back of his mind he knows it can only be Joshua. His panic rises briefly again at being caught in the most vulnerable and raw state he could possibly be seen in, but within seconds he’s numb again, too numb to care.

There was no hesitation. No questions. Joshua simply climbs in, fully clothed, and scoops Neku into his arms. Again, he holds him, but this time they’re wide awake. There’s no cover of darkness to store excuses. He’d stopped crying but the lump strangled him again and he burst into another fit of sobbing. And as horrible as it feels, it’s a relief because he feels again. Joshua’s grip on him yanks him back up from the well he’d slipped into. It snaps him back and he’s so grateful because if it weren’t for Joshua, he would have stayed there. Alone and numb to the world around him. Just like when he was back in Shinjuku.

You’re here. You’re here.

Joshua sees him. All the way back to the very beginning, when he first identified him. Neku was seen even when he wanted to be avoided; he was seen when he thought no one was looking. Even after the games he’d been comfortable being alone. But those three years changed that.

Joshua reawakens the rest of his senses one by one, starting with touch by caressing his face and stroking his back and Neku can smell the cologne he got him on his last birthday. Joshua takes his chin in his hand and elevates it to meet his gaze.

“There you are,” he murmurs cheekily, leans in, and kisses him. Neku finally grabs the lifeline that is Joshua, pulls him tight to him and intensifies the kiss, occasionally broken by crying jags. The passion that grows hotter and heavier finally roots him in place and the rush of arousal solidifies his return.

Neku’s hands twist into Joshua’s shirt, realizing it’s waterlogged from his urgency to get to Neku, and that’s… profound. 

He peels back the damp blonde locks plastered to Joshua’s face and falls into laughter that’s still riding the waves of an epic breakdown. Joshua let him dissolve into the near hysterics of giggles with an amused expression on his face.

“A drowned rat of a guardian angel,” he finally manages to sputter as if it’s the most hilarious thing he’d ever said.

“I am no angel.” His wicked giggle and devil’s smile confirm it. “You’re my partner.” His voice quivers on that word, hefting its weight. “I accept every part of you.”

Joshua’s sincerity strikes lightning to his heart, and threatens the return of his tears.

“Josh?”

“Yes?”

“I’d choose you again, every time.”

It’s Joshua’s turn to be utterly thunderstruck, but they crash together in another half tender half wanton exchange of kisses that Joshua is grateful for, as they wash away his own tears before Neku can feel them.

[beatsskateboard]

Hey guys I started writing a beatneku fic 😛 It’s not going to be super long a and I plan on finishing it in the near future. The first chapter is posted and the second chapter is being worked on!

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Shibuya was hosting its very first Pride Parade, and it was doing so in style!

With his feelings affirmed and orientation determined thanks to his sister, Beat had decided to join the group today on a personal mission.

Finding out if Neku was interested in guys.

A little something I forgot to post for my giftee Eddie on the @twewysecretsanta spring edition!

I decided to incorporate the theme of Pride for obvious reasons, plus I thought the prompt was vague enough to have enough wiggle room for something like this. Also love giving my HCs for character's sexualities!

Hope you all like it! 💗

“Damn, dawg. They really went all out on this, huh?”

“You can say that again.”

The duo of legendary players stared in awe at the display around them, taking in their surroundings as they walked side by side down the street.

Everything seemed to have been passed over a giant paintbrush, bringing out all colors of the rainbow in various forms— posters and banners on lamp posts, food stalls by the usual restaurants now serving strangely colorful samples, not to mention the large groups of people wearing clothing that sported all sorts of logos that Beat had only recently learned the names of.

Shibuya was hosting its very first Pride Parade, and it was doing so in style.

Some months after saving the city and returning to their regular lives in the RG, the Reaper's Game survivors had been hanging out as often as they could, catching up on the time that'd been lost. This also included their new friend group of The Wicked Twisters, which brought a new meaning of chaos to their everyday life whenever they spent time together.

And on one such occasion, Fret had almost instantly jumped out of his seat in excitement as he waved his phone around for everyone to see. It was an advertisement for the Pride Parade that was planned to be hosted the first weekend of June, and the brunet was quick to try and convince his friends to have them all go together.

It didn't take long for most people to agree.

Including none other than Beat himself.

As part of getting back into the rhythm of things, the blond started going through different aspects of his life that he'd never considered before. School, self-care and even relationships, with this last one being of particular interest.

Beat had never dated before. Not because he didn't find people attractive, but mostly because at the time of his teenage years he was more focused on taking care of Rhyme. And later, fell into the death game that consumed him for the following three years.

It wasn't until recently that he started contemplating his love life. Or rather, lack thereof.

“So, Rindo says that Fret and Shoka wanted to check a shop by Spain Hill on their way over…” Neku slows his pace as he looks at the group message on his phone. He then turns to Beat with a soft smile and nods ahead of them. “I say it's safe to say we can start without them. It might be a while.”

The blond could feel a flush going through his cheeks at the expression. He hated how that smile rendered him speechless. “F-Fo' sho! Can get some food fo' the others while we at it!”

With a nod of agreement from the redhead, the duo resumed their walking through the streets, and Beat could only sigh to himself with sweaty palms against his pants.

His crush on Neku had come to a surprise to him, and was something he'd only accepted about a month ago.

In preparation for attending the parade, Rhyme explained to him the meaning behind the different flags of gender identities and sexualities that he wasn't aware of. Of course they couldn't cover everything since there were just so many, but there was a particular one that stuck with him while scrolling through the website his sister and him were at.

Pansexual— the attraction towards all people regardless of their gender identity.

Beat felt like this definition encompassed him the best, since he truly didn't care for things such as gender and simply found people to be either attractive or not. But most of all, he came to the realization that he cared mostly for someone's personality and traits rather than anything else.

And his mind instantly drifted towards the boy he'd been searching for so long in the UG.

The skater boy would've never considered Neku as a potential romantic partner in the past— he was selfish, arrogant, closed off from the world, and overall only cared about himself. If anything, who would even want to date someone like that?

But that was before he got to know the real Neku Sakuraba. The guy who was loyal to the bitter end. The guy who would never give up on you even if you gave up on yourself. The guy who was now probably the nicest person Beat had ever met in his life.

And so with his feelings affirmed and orientation determined, Beat had decided to join the group today on a personal mission.

Finding out if Neku was interested in guys.

If the redhead was anything like him, he probably never stopped to consider his sexuality before. For all Beat knew, the other could be as straight as a ruler. He did care an awful lot for Shiki during their time in the game and wanted to do everything in his power to save her. Anyone on the outside looking in would rightfully assume that the two were an item.

Of course, their friends knew this wasn't the case. But that didn't stop the possibility from being there.

This parade was the perfect way to ease into the conversation without it coming out of nowhere. He'd hoped he could slide the question in while they were all looking at the stands with the rest of the group, but now with it just being the two of them, his previous confidence was starting to dwindle.

“How do ya even ask this sorta stuff, man?” Beat began fiddling with the hem of his hoodie while trying to come up with a new plan. He couldn't just outright ask, since Neku would definitely find it suspicious. But with no one there to support him, he wasn't sure where to begin.

He was never a ‘touchy feely’ kind of guy to begin with.

“Hey Beat! Check it out!” Neku's voice resonated against his ears bringing him back to reality, only to find that they'd somehow walked all the way to O-East without him even noticing.

His companion was standing over a particular stall filled to the brim with what appeared to be pins. The salesperson behind the counter merely smiled. “Welcome! Please, feel free to take a look! We also offer discounts the more you buy!”

Beat walked over to take a closer look, and was pleasantly surprised at what was staring back at him.

These were indeed pins, but nothing like the ones they were used to back in the Reaper's Game. They seemed more like badges that one could place on their clothing or backpacks. And each one featured a different flag, along with its iconic set of colors and different puns or phrases that had the blond chuckling before he could stop himself.

“Figured we could snag a couple of these for the others as a gift. They aren't that expensive anyway.” Neku started sifting through the pile and set a couple to the side. Bisexual; for Rindo and Shoka. Lesbian; for Shiki. Aromantic and Asexual; for Rhyme and Nagi respectively. And gay; for Fret.

Starting to look into his own pile, Beat was pleased to find the now familiar set of pink, yellow and blue on a particular pin. He snickered at the phrase printed on it.

‘Pansexual Pirate: Likes all kinds of booty!’

Turning to his friend after hearing the laugh, Neku chuckled alongside him while reading the comical inscription. “That sounds like you alright.”

Beat was about to retort with fake indignation, only to find Neku roaming through his pockets, most definitely ready to pay for the pins they'd selected. But the blond could only count seven, including his own. Which meant Neku was missing. “Yo, Phones! Ain't chu gonna get one, man?”

The redhead stopped midway through pulling out his wallet, and proceeded to give him a sheepish grin in return. “It's fine, I don't really need one. Besides, I didn't bring that much cash with me, so I'd rather spend it on the other stores with everyone else!”

“Is he sayin' that for reals or…?” Beat's mind instantly went to the worst possible outcome. Perhaps his gut feeling was right, and Neku was indeed only interested in girls. A fear that he thought could be true, but he still didn't wanna give up hope, at least until now.

“Actually, young man!” The cheery voice of the salesperson interrupted their conversation, the sweet smile never leaving their face as they gestured towards the stall once again. “Your purchase qualifies you for a free pin! So please, I insist that you take one!”

Both Beat and Neku stared wide eyed for a moment, but the redhead was quick to get back on his feet as he grinned at the salesperson. “Well, thank you. Guess I can't refuse a freebie.”

At that, Neku started sorting through the pile again, but this time Beat's eyes were glued on him the entire time. Could fate be on his side?

It didn't take long for the legendary player to find his desired pin and add it with the rest of them, paying in full and receiving a paper bag with the goodies protected inside. He reached his hand, and pulled out what he was looking for.

Various tones of greens and blues with a singular white stripe in the middle, along with a funny phrase of its own—

‘Come to the gayside! We have rainbows!’

Before he could stop himself, Beat was already shouting in both joy and disbelief. “You into dudes?!”

His face immediately flushed as he realized what he'd said, even after slapping his hand against his mouth as if that could take it back. Neku was startled, but suddenly chuckled and smiled in that way that had Beat's stomach doing backflips. “Um, yeah! I thought everyone knew! Guess I was wrong about that?”

Then suddenly, the smile on the redhead's lips melted into something softer as he looked at his best friend. “Although to be honest, I have a very specific criteria for my perfect guy.”

Letting curiosity get the best of him, the blond lowered the hand that was covering his mouth and tried regaining any dignity he had left with a smirk in the other's direction. “Yeah? And what would that be?”

Seeming pleased that Beat was playing along, Neku started casually placing the pin on his fleece jacket. “Well for starters, the guy has to be funny. I can't be stuck with someone who can't make me laugh. Also these are personal preferences, but I'd say I'm pretty into blond skaters who love their siblings more than anything else…”

The description only quickened the other's heartbeat in anticipation. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to give it a shot. “What about dudes who got stuck in a Reaper's Game and maybe became a Reaper once or twice?”

Neku chuckled at that, and reached into the paper bag to pull out Beat's pansexual pin. He approached the taller teen and started fixing it into his skull hoodie, the smile never leaving his lips even when Beat stiffened under his touch. And as quick as lightning and as light as a feather, the redhead's lips brushed against the blond's cheek in a gentle kiss. “Especially those.”

Pink spread across Beat's entire face, yet he could honestly care less as he let the grin on his face take over.

By the time the duo reached their friends, cheers erupted within the group as they saw them hand in hand, smiling and blushing as they tried their best to keep up with everyone's inquiries.

He'd never experienced a Pride Parade before. But if this one was anything to go by, Beat could guarantee that he'd be looking forward to the many more to come, surrounded by the people he cared about most in the whole world.

And in his book, there was nothing better than that.

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[uncertainluna]

Chapter 10: Fun and Games of my post-Neo fic, A New Life has finally been posted! Will Neshiki Date 3 end in happily or tragically?

[jaythetacodev]

Neshiki week fics incoming!!!

Imma be honest

I completely forgot I had a tumblr

, , , 

again.

But I remembered just in time to share that I am indeed participating in Neshiki week 2022! you can check out the fics I’ve submitted so far (days 1 - 6) and I’ll come back tomorrow to share the last one!

that is. . . if I remember to.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43647286/chapters/109750888

[joy-crimes]

Another self indulgent piece... This one comes with a fanfiction One-Shot (I've never written fanfiction before so please check it out and enjoy!)!!

I Favor the Villainess x TWEWY!

(thank you IFTV for the copious art motivation! Now in WRITING!)

#私の推しは悪役令嬢 x #TWEWY

[sky-wisteria]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS OF ALL TIME GOT DELETED and I AM DISTRAUGHT

and i, stupidly assuming it would be around forever, DONT REMEMBER THE AUTHOR OR NAME

I NEED HELP IN IDENTIFYING, AND/OR IF SOMEONE HAS IT SAVED

even if you don’t have/know the fic, please please like or something so this gets pushed out to people who can help 😭😭😭😭

if you’re a literal saint and have read this far, here’s what i remember about the fic

cw; mentions of sewerslide

it was a joshneku fic (from twewy)

it was on AO3

it was either mature/explicit

it had somewhere around 10-18 chapters

the premise was that neku got hired to be joshua’s assistant, joshua’s filthy rich, but his parents died in a car crash and he’s a piano prodigy but can’t write his next composition because he has artist’s block. and hanekoma is worried about him because he’s tried to commit sewerslide before - thinking all his worth is his work, and so if he can’t write, it’s not worth living

josh eventually tries to commit unalive again the night of his performance, but neku saves him, and then josh finally finishes his piece

there was a piano song linked in the fic as well, but i don’t remember what it was called, even though i can hear it in my mind. i will link it if i can find it

i feel ridiculously stupid for not saving this fic, and i now have trust issues with all fic writers. i’m extremely devastated cause it was kind of a formative fic for me, and so if somebody could please, PLEASE help, i owe you my life 😭😭😭😭😭

[revryebread]

Chance Encounter in the Casino

The casino car is loud. Unbearably loud. Shadow has been pacing the aisles of slot machines dinging, the roulette tables where people are screaming, a cacophony of sound everywhere. All he’s looking for is someone with a red line on their face. A gold mask. He’s been told so little about the Apex, and trying to utilize any of that information is like trying to sate thirst in a desert. He scoffs to himself, watching another poor sap come up empty on a slot machine.

Shigeo is off with his friend. Audrey and Alphonse are busy. Trish is playing that card freak. He sighs. Free time does not become him. People say that idle hands are the devils work, and for someone as fast as Shadow those idle hands are torture. He wants to act. He wants to strike someone down. The last few cars have been rewarding this behavior, and it was wonderful. Combat with Shigeo, killing Diavolo, getting to destroy Black Doom. But now he’s here, and in this busy room there is nothing to do.

He sighs and makes his way to the elevator. The Cat- Samantha. She said there were upstairs, and each of them ostensibly have a room key. Might as well look around up there. The elevator lurches as it goes up, and he watches the casino stretch before him as he gets higher. Passengers and Denizens everywhere, having a good time. Shadow’s arms are folded infront of his chest and he turns away just as the elevator passes through the floor.

The elevator is illuminated by one light in the roof now, and a flash off light from LEDs in the elevator tunnel to convince you it’s still running. He stares down at the ground infront of him. It was blissfully quiet, but he still can’t feel comfortable. He fidgets and taps his fingers. Trish wants to go to the front of the train. He taps his foot as he considers it. The Conductor is there. The Conductor put us on this train.. He pushes one finger and then two into his arm, counting the points. Frowning, he taps his other arm. Unlikely to solve anything. We know what the numbers want. Could be the train runs on its own. Conductor simply directs it.

He sighs, head in his hands and begins to pace. Could hunt the Apex.  He nods to himself.  They’re causing trouble for the Denizens, and we can help them. The argument is obvious. Go forward for nothing or begin the hunt for immediate gain. He looks at his hand, the number sitting there. If we make this place better, it's a net good even if it doesn’t reduce our numbers. 

Ding!

He jolts when the elevator door opens, he was so lost in his head he didn’t feel the room slowing down and curses himself for it. Bad play. Could have been snuck up on. He steps out into the hotel and looks around. It’s mostly empty, he can see denizens cleaning some rooms, the sound of people talking muffled through a door. Shadow The Hedgehog looks down to his room card. 1015. He picks a hall and begins to walk.

His mind is still focused on the problem at hand, he doesn’t even see her coming. They immediately bounce off each other, crashing down. Shadow lets out a yelp of anger, his obstacle making a similar sound.

“Is it your first time walking, dummy? You have to watch where you’re going.” The girl across from him is wearing a black sweater with cat ears, and she looks pissed. Shadow scoffs and stands on his own, crossing his arms.

“We ran into each other. You're just as at fault.” He does a quick assessment of the girl. She’s got a number. Passenger. No visible weapon, but carrying herself with confidence. Threat. She’s short, like the rest of his friends. Ally for Audrey? Possibly. He focuses on her face now, and sees her eyes flash wide with recognition before fading back to her stern look. Hiding something.

“You’re Shadow the Hedgehog.” He hears her say, and he scoffs again. She glares at this. “Get that checked out, it makes you sound as bad as you look.” A sneer. 

Shadow rolls his eyes. “Name?” It’s her turn to scoff.

“I just said it, it’s Shadow. Is this one of your amnesiac episodes?” The words drip with something toxic, and the familiarity makes Shadow’s fur stand on edge. He doesn’t brush her off this time. “You know what I mean. Name.” 

She can tell she’s bothered him and smiles, mission accomplished. “Wouldn’t you like to know, shortstack? You don’t need my name. I’m busy.” She moves to push by him and he steps in front of her, causing her to flinch backwards, he glares at her sharply, eyes darting back down to her hand. Definitely the biggest number he’s seen.

“Alright cat. What do you know of the Apex?” The girl in the sweater is either too smart to flinch at that or a better liar than Shadow is giving her credit for. She shrugs. “In the grand scheme? I think it’s a game- one of those shooters. Don’t play it.” She has a smile- she’s fucking with him. Shadow growls. 

“The Apex on the train. The group. Do not toy with me.” He spits it out and she laughs. “Toy with you? But you’re so fun! Look at you, you’re like one of those little rabbits.” She smiles and leans in, hands on her knees to maximize how much she’s demeaning him. Shadow can feel his anger boiling up. He can hear the faint sounds of his team trying to calm him down in his head. It’s failing. He pushes past her, and when she tries to get in front of him he speeds up.

 “Nevermind.” 

He stomps past to his room, not looking back. “Entirely unpleasant. I hope you drown.” he puts up a middle finger behind him, feeling his number tick up as she jeers insults back at him. He consults his mental checklist. 

Threat. True. 

Liar. True. 

Passenger. True. 

I will not be introducing her to Audrey. She can do better.

[mister-e-muss]

There’s a lot of stuff that I love that I will probably never write fanfic for.

Part of it is the pressure of wanting to make sure you do this super special thing justice, but for me the larger part is just feeling ‘Yeah. This thing is perfect. It said what it wanted to say. I’ve got nothing else to add to the conversation.”

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💭 For the #TWEWYSecretSanta2022 event!

A small platform was incorporated into the box as a stand for the plushies, which were all aligned perfectly next to each other and attached by yarn so that they wouldn't fall. Rhyme stared wide eyed at the variety, with Beat taking a few peeks here and there.

What immediately caught his attention was a particular doll at the very back.

The cat plushie wore a sleeveless purple tank top, white cargo shorts and a yellow wristband around it's tiny paw. But most telling of all, was what was placed on its head— felt-made purple headphones.

“Yo, Shiki. Is that supposed to be Phones?”

Greetings once more, dear friends! 👋

You'll be seeing lots of me in these few days all thanks to my love for joining events, even during the Holidays— such as this wonderful TWEWY Secret Santa! ❄

This story was created for @stumblynn, who wanted some BeatNeku and I'm always happy to deliver on that~ I really hope you like this one, since I had lots of fun with it!

Thank you to the mods of @twewysecretsanta for organizing this!

If there was one thing Beat didn't understand, it was fashion.

He was the type of guy who would stick to the basics and simply wear whatever he found most comfortable, not really caring for the way it looked. Sure, he had favorite shirts or sneakers with cool designs on them, but that was about it.

The entire industry from different brands, to what was ‘trending’, or what was considered fashionable was completely beyond him.

But considering that one of his best friends was a successful fashion designer, he figured he could always give it his best whenever she needed help. And this was one of those instances, even though technically he wasn't the one who was asked for assistance.

A few days earlier, his little sister Rhyme had gotten a text from Shiki asking if she could come to her home to give her opinion on a new line of toys she was working on— an exclusive lineup only available for the holidays.

Why would Shiki be making toys of all things? Because these would be Mr. Mew character themed plushies, and the brunette was mostly working on designing the clothes and accessories for each little cat doll.

Rhyme happily agreed, feeling excited to see Mr. Mew again along with other adorable doppelgangers. The only issue was that the brunette was only available in the evenings due to her tight working schedule, and Beat still had his reservations about letting his sister go out alone at night. The Reapers' Game was something that really helped in making one more paranoid than usual, after all.

Because of this, the youngest sibling asked Shiki if it would be alright for Beat to tag along, to which the Gatto Nero founder had agreed on instantly.

And so, that's how they ended up in their friend's apartment waiting for a Mr. Mew runway.

“Oh Shiki, this is so exciting! I can't wait to see what you came up with!” Rhyme's voice dripped with glee as she kept swinging her legs back and forth from the chair she was sitting on.

Beat couldn't stop the soft smile that spread across his face as he chuckled lightly. “Is good to know my little sister still likes this sorta stuff.”

A blush spread across the blonde girl's cheeks as she rolled her eyes and lightly punched her older brother's arm. “Of course I do! Shiki makes amazing things, plus I'm trying to be an objective customer here!”

The oldest chuckled once more as he raised his hands in defense. “Whateva you say, sis!”

“Alright you two, I appreciate the liveliness you bring to my home, but I believe someone is all set and ready for you!” Shiki's voice cut between the siblings as she finally returned from her sewing room, holding a large box with a white curtain covering the front and placing it as gently as she could on top of the coffee table.

Rhyme's attention was quickly brought back to the task at hand as she started clapping and smiling like a child on Christmas morning. “Yes! Let's do it!”

Both Beat and Shiki chuckled at the girl's enthusiasm. It was always so infectious. After a moment, the brunette proceeded to adjust her glasses and give a quick bow before her guests as she proudly presented the cardboard box. “Miss and gentleman! May I present Gatto Nero's very first and one of a kind— Mr. Mew Plush Winter Collection!”

As soon as the words left Shiki's mouth, she pulled back the curtain to reveal the dolls inside.

The inside of the box was decorated to look like an actual runway, adorned with wintery items such as snowmen and mistletoe in the background in the form of drawings. A small platform was incorporated as a stand for the plushies, which were all aligned perfectly next to each other and attached by yarn so that they wouldn't fall.

Rhyme stared wide eyed at the variety, with Beat taking a few peeks here and there.

He recognized some of the figures the cat was dressed as. A few from what he'd seen around Shibuya and others based on some of Rhyme's interests— he was also pretty sure he recognized a character from that one game Rindo liked thrown into the mix.

What immediately caught Beat's attention however, was a pair of plushies that remained in the back of the display.

These weren't as detailed as the ones on the front, most likely earlier versions of what Shiki had actually intended to do with the plush doll idea.

The first doll had a black beanie with a large skull imprint on the front. It's clothes consisted of a simple sleeveless white tank with loose light brown cargo pants, as well as what seemed to be tiny accessories like a chain necklace and spiky wristbands.

If he didn't know any better, Beat would think that Mr. Mew was dressed like him from a few years ago.

It was the second doll however, that made him stop and have to do a double take.

The cat plushie wore a sleeveless purple tank top, white cargo shorts and a yellow wristband around it's tiny paw. But most telling of all, was what was placed on its head— felt-made purple headphones.

“Yo, Shiki. Is that supposed to be Phones?” The blonde stood from his seat on the couch and pointed at the Neku lookalike with wide eyes.

Shiki was caught off-guard for a moment— a confused look on her face, until she turned to where her friend was pointing, and a blush quickly spread across her cheeks as she giggled. “Oh! That's where I left those! Yeah, they're actually meant to be you and Neku.”

Rhyme leaned in to take a closer look, and let a smile grace her lips as she saw the dolls. “Aww, I can totally see the resemblance! The expressions are so on point, too~”

“Haha, I'm glad you think so! To get used to sewing clothes on a smaller scale, I tried starting with patterns I was familiar with.” The older girl picked up the Mr. Neku doll and tugged at the small wristband while giving a little wave. “Beat and Neku's outfits back then kinda got imprinted in my head, so it was a no brainer. Plus they were lots of fun to do as a warm up!”

“Well I think these look great for being warm ups!” Rhyme picked up the Mr. Beat plush and wiggled its arms around with a smile on her face, which in turn brought a smile to the teen's own face.

“You guys can have them, if you want! I was planning on you taking one as a thank you for your troubles, anyway.” Turning towards the older sibling, Shiki raised a questioning eyebrow as she held the Neku plush. “Not sure if you'd want this one though, so feel free to pick another, Beat!”

Taking one final look at the plushie in her hands, the blonde couldn't help but agree with his sister's earlier statement. The expressions were quite uncanny.

As he stared at the familiar grumpy face of Mr. Neku, Beat chuckled and gratefully took the doll from his friend's hands. “Nah, 'is cool! Wouldn't wanna ruin the set. He a cute little fella, anyway!”

Both Rhyme and Shiki exchanged looks at that statement, causing Beat to raise an eyebrow in confusion, until the words replayed in his head and red immediately covered his face. “I-I'm talkin' 'bout the doll, yo!”

“Sure you are, big brother~” Rhyme said in a sing-song voice, to which the brunette couldn't contain her giggles as Beat huffed in annoyance, cheeks still dusted with a hint of pink.

Moments like these really reminded him of the glory days from when he was an only child.

The Mr. Neku doll had come in handy more times than Beat cared to admit.

After searching for his best friend in the confines of the UG for more than two years, the blonde still had his fair share of nightmares recalling the traumatic experience of not only seeing him die in front of him over and over, but also picture scenarios in which he never found him in the first place and was still out there looking.

He tried keeping these to himself, especially from Rhyme since he didn't want to worry her— although he had a hunch that she already knew to some extent.

One night however, after waking up in cold sweat from one of these regular night terrors, the teen's hand instinctively reached for the feline plushie and held it against him as he tried to calm his rapid heartbeat. In a matter of minutes, Beat was sound asleep, with nothing but pleasant dreams filling his subconscious.

It didn't take long for the boy to notice the pattern of how whenever he'd sleep with the Mr. Neku doll he'd have good dreams, while if he slept without it, the nightmares would come back full force. As such, it became a habit to never go to sleep without his good luck charm by his side.

Why was this method effective? Maybe because having a physical reminder that his friend was back safe and sound was exactly what his mind needed to find peace. Maybe it was also because the doll was just too darn cute and resembled Neku in more ways than one, and only intensified the blonde's feelings for the other boy even more.

But he would rather die and go through the entire Reaper's Game again than admitting that out loud.

“I'm heading out! We need more milk. Do you want anything?”

Rhyme broke through the silence that was her older brother's thoughts as he sat down for dinner, scrolling aimlessly through his DMs after answering back to some of their friends about a meet up the following week. He raised his eyebrows in question. “What'cha goin' out for? We can just call mom and pops if somethin's missin'.”

The teenage girl reached for her backpack hanging by the entrance and turned to the boy with a smile. “Kaie messaged me to meet up. Something about a new app he's developing that he wants my thoughts on. So, I figured I could just stop by on the way.”

Beat chuckled as he pushed his almost empty bowl of rice to the side. “Looks like my little sister's turning into a real big shot programmer someday! Don't forget about the little guys like us when that happens, 'kay?”

Rhyme rolled her eyes, but smirked in her brother's direction as she unlocked the door. “I won't, don't worry. I wouldn't be able to forget you even if I wanted to~”

“Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!”

“I think it means you're good at leaving an impression.”

The third voice caught the siblings off-guard for a moment, until they realized who the figure at the door was. Rhyme smiled and went for a hug instantly. “Hey Neku!”

“Hey, you guys! Sorry for barging in, the door was open so…” Neku chuckled as he returned the younger blonde's embrace. After that, he turned upwards to address the oldest sibling on the far end of the room, waving a couple of notebooks in his hand. “Thought I should stop by and return these.”

“Dang, you done already? Took me weeks to learn all that algebra shit for the test!” Beat chuckled as he stood from his seat and walked towards the duo.

After returning to the RG, both he and Neku had lots of catching up to do, and among those matters was the dreaded subject of school. Beat was lucky enough to have an incredibly talented genius sister who had taken notes from all his classes thanks to the permission given to her by the principal.

Neku however, wasn't as fortunate. Because of this, the blonde had insisted that the other boy copy his notes to get up to speed on all subjects. That was a mere two weeks ago.

“As much as I'd love to sit here and listen to how copying my poor brother's notes went, I have somewhere to be. It was nice seeing you, Neku!” Rhyme chimed in and quickly headed for the open door. Reaching for her pocket, she pulled out her keys and phone for Beat to see. “And yes, my phone is fully charged.”

Before either boy could say anything, she closed the door behind her with a soft click.

“Can't believe how grown up she is. Not like she and Shiki weren't more mature than us back then too, right?” Neku broke the silence as he turned to his best friend with a small smile.

Beat couldn't help but nod and stare at the door with a hint of melancholy in his eyes. “You can say that again, dawg. Rhyme's always been independent, but now 'is like she's goin' at her own rhythm, ya know? Makes me wonder when she won't be needing me anymore…”

Neku sighed at that statement, and quickly placed his hand on the blonde's shoulder. It was a… comforting touch. “Like she said, she couldn't get rid of you even if she wanted to. And something tells me she doesn't want to, especially when she's got someone like you caring so much for her.”

In another circumstance, the blonde might've blushed at such a comment, but he tried his best to keep it cool and just return a smile instead despite the increasing sound of his heartbeat. “Thanks man. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Anytime. Anyway, should I just leave these in your room?” The red head smiled but then changed the subject as he pointed at the notebooks that were still in his hand.

Beat nodded and quickly made his way back into the kitchen as he replied. “Yeah, fo' sure! I'ma heat you up some rice to take home, too. We gots too much left over, so it shouldn't go to waste!”

Neku grinned and headed for the room he had been to many times before. “Very thoughtful of you. Your mom told you to say that to any guests that come by?”

The blonde merely huffed. “So what if she did?”

Another chuckle resonated as Neku disappeared from Beat's field of vision. The blonde rolled his eyes, but still grabbed a small container from the clean dishes and began scooping chunks of rice until it was full. Once he closed it off, he reached for a plastic bag and gently placed the container inside for easy travel.

His mother would definitely be proud of the handiwork.

Taking the bag with one hand, the older boy headed for his room and placed it on one of the drawers with a grin decorating his features. “Trust me man, if anyone knows how to do some good rice, 'is my mom! You gonna be beggin' for more once-”

The words were immediately caught in Beat's throat as he saw Neku standing by his bedside, holding a very familiar plushie between his hands. His mind went blank as he began mentally kicking himself over not remembering the furry companion that now lived with him.

There was just no logical explanation for either how or why Beat had something like this in his room, but all he could do was try to save any dignity he had left as he began mumbling his story. “O-Oh, that! Yeah so um, Shiki was workin' on some weird dolls a-and she asked Rhyme for help on how they were goin' and this one was one of 'em! S-She gave it to me and well, I just, I-”

After rambling for what felt like ages, Neku silenced the blonde in one of the most bizarre ways he could've imagined— by placing Mr. Neku's muzzle against Beat's lips.

Beat's eyes widened in confusion, until the other boy turned to him from behind the doll and smiled softly. “If you wanted me as a cuddle buddy, all you had to do was ask.”

At that statement, the implication behind the innocent gesture finally clicked in his brain and the blonde's cheeks lit aflame as he scrambled backwards. Neku chuckled at the other's expression and started rubbing at the back of his head sheepishly. “Guess I'm gonna have to ask Shiki when that Mr. Beat doll is gonna be ready, cause after seeing this guy, I really want mine too.”

Beat stared as the blush began to subside. “A-A doll? Fo' you?!”

It was Neku's turn to blush as he adverted his gaze to the floor. “What can I say? The idea just sounded really comforting when she suggested it. Although, I'm sure it wouldn't compare to the real deal…”

The blonde stared for a long time, until eventually the thought of Neku sleeping with a Mr. Beat doll was far too cute to pass up. He smiled sheepishly too— scratching at the back of his neck as he stared at the boy he grew to be so very fond of. “Well… why not test it out?”

It was safe to say that the duo had a wonderful rest that night, with Rhyme having to tiptoe around the house to prevent the sleepy teens from waking up. Not before taking a picture to share with her brother later, of course.

Neku was right. Cuddling next to the one he loved was a far cry from doing so with his plushie doll.

And even though Beat would be keeping Mr. Neku, along with Mr. Beat once he was complete, the blonde was glad to know that he could reach out to the real deal in times of need, even more so after realizing that perhaps they were more similar than they had previously thought.

If the next day was filled with embarrassing comments and unstoppable teasing from his sister along with their friends who she gossiped to, he would just have to handle it.

After surviving a Reaper's Game, everything else seemed a little less scary, especially when he wasn't at it alone.

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[uncertainluna]

Day 6 of Neshiki Week is here! I decided to revisit my Neshiki Week fic from last year, Wishes and Curses to write an interquel: Cataclysm- part 2 of my series, A Tail to Remember.

If you haven't read Wishes and Curses, yet please start with that one first. It's part 1 of the series.

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Elestra At Death Day (TWEWYSS 2022)

It’s the season of giving, and I’ve decided to take part in @twewysecretsanta

The result? Elestra At Death Day, a platonic FretNagi fic for cosdays on twitter.

if you want, you may read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43804995

Happy Holidays!

[awoothium]

Addendum: if this pops up on your timeline put some of the creators you love in the tags!!

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Summary: Mad Rat is certain that he died. He distinctly remembers it, not just a fast end from a bad step during an escape or at the hands of one of his hallucinations, but the slow one from a failing heart. So why the hell is he outside? How is he moving around without a pulse? Why can't the humans seem to see him? Just what the hell is going on? Mad Rat Dead and Neo TWEWY Crossover occurring after the events of both games.

Author: @thedreamparadox

Note from submitter: Horrors upon Horrors, Mad Rat, known Human Hater, has to deal with humans. I love Mad Rat and Heart so SO much. I know nothing about The World Ends With You but the Characters from there are pretty cool too. 

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Genuinely curious about this

I wasn't around for pre-neo twewy fandom and it seems pretty vague/open to interpretation so I wanna know if there was a general consensus about whether the car + vending machine incident did him in

[angelbitezzz]

I was so inspired by something a friend said that I wrote a short fanfic for Neo TWEWY, so if you're a twewy fan stay tuned for that whenever I finish the drawing I'm making for it