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[kpopaussieline]

𝔖𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔡 | 𝔗𝔴𝔬

A/N: Ayy part two's here!! I just realised it's been a few weeks since part one, my bad y'all I'm releasing these as I finish them, so updates might be a little slower. I had fun writing this part, I hope you enjoy it!

And a massive thanks to my editor/cheerleader @un06 for everything she's done so far <33

Synopsis: You find yourself in the vampire's house. One of them isn't as bad as you would think... Somewhat friendly even. But you won't let yourself lose sight of your goal. To get away.

Warnings: None (yet)

Part one / part two / Part three

“Oh, you wanna run, gorgeous? Go ahead. We love a game of chase.”

You barely register his words through the pounding in your ears. You’ve never been this afraid. This desperate to get away. Your entire body is thrumming as you sprint toward the road out of Riverfield.

You finally reach it and for a moment you feel a sense of hope. Like maybe you can do this. Maybe you will be okay. You’re aware of the self-generated breeze fanning your face and tousling your hair. You’re aware of your feet barely touching the ground, and it feels like the closest you’ll ever get to flying. It feels like a taste of freedom.

Then you see a flash of movement out of the corner of your eye.

You look. Just a glance.

Your heart almost gives out. You don’t notice much about the man, just that he’s a few feet to your left and quickly gaining on you. You also catch the wicked smile on his face and his black eyes locked on you like an eagle targeting prey.

You push yourself to your limit, willing your legs to move faster.

You hear a chuckle. “Scared, princess?”

Another voice, more confident. “We’re gonna get you, love.”

Your throat seizes up, and you know– heart sinking past your stomach– that he’s right. You’re struggling to breathe, stitches cramping your sides. Your legs ache, feeling heavier with each step. You can’t keep this up much longer.

Tears build in your eyes, blurring your vision as you desperately try to continue running. But you’re slowing down, your body slowly giving up on you.

No. No, no, no. Please.

You feel an arm wrap around your waist and you let out a strangled scream. There’s a split second before you hit the ground. The impact knocks the wind out of your already worn form.

You’re flipped onto your back and the man straddles you, pinning you down. You force your eyes to stay open. Try to focus on his face, his words.

He studies you, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. He grabs your jaw and tilts your head so you’re meeting his gaze. “Tag,” he says in a low voice. He leans down and whispers, “You’re it.”

Your chest heaves as your consciousness begins to fade.

No. Stay awake, stay awake, stay–

Your eyes flutter closed as you feel all your energy draining away.

The man lets go of your jaw and your head drops to the side. “Sweet dreams, princess.”

***

You wake slowly, drifting away from sleep despite wanting to remain there. Even once you come to, you keep your eyes shut, nestling your face into the pillow and drawing the covers up to your chin. It’s so warm and comfortable here, there’s no way you’re getting up just yet.

You shift onto your back. Pain shoots up your spine and through your limbs. A dull but noticeable ache all over your body. You wince, going still.

Then… gradually… it all comes back to you. It starts with a feeling, like something is off. Then a few murky memories– nothing more than blurry images, like you’re trying to recall a dream. Then everything comes rushing back, hitting you like a truck– the images as vivid as when they were happening.

Sam and Ray. Your nanna. The Offering. Running away. The vampires–

You open your eyes and sit upright, ignoring the pain in your muscles.

The room you’re in is fairly simple. A timber dresser with a mirror hung above it. A large window covered with a lace curtain. The double bed that you are currently in and a rug underneath it.

You tenderly pull back the covers and swing your legs out of bed. You stand cautiously, hoping the floorboards beneath your feet won’t betray your movements. Silence. You tiptoe to the window and peer through the lace at the outside world, wondering where you’ve ended up.

The woods. Of course.

You move the curtain aside and study any possible route for escape. Getting down should be easy. There’s a balcony right there and if needed, you can tie sheets to the railing and climb down. You duck behind the lace curtain and grip the top of the window. You try pushing it up, but it’s jammed. You try again. It still won’t budge. You inspect the frame, eyes narrowing when you spot a translucent yellow stripe connecting the window to the sill.

They sealed the window shut? Jesus.

You run your finger over the material and it feels slightly rubbery. You might be able to cut through it, if you can get your hands on something sharp enough.

There’s a knock on the door and your muscles tense, your body going into fight, flight or freeze. The door swings open and a tall man strolls in like he owns the place (well, technically he does), carrying a plate of food. He uses his foot to close the door behind him, then places the plate on the bedside table. Only then does he finally look at you, sliding his hands into his jean pockets.

“Good morning, sunshine. I figured you’d be hungry.” He nods to the food.

You stare at him for a moment, brows furrowed and suspicion in your gaze as your eyes flick between him and the food. “You really think I’m going to eat that? Who knows what you could’ve put in it.”

He rolls his eyes. “Look, eat it and risk it being poisoned or don’t eat it and starve yourself. Your choice.”  

You blink, surprised by his attitude. You don’t know what you were expecting from a vampire, but it sure as hell wasn’t sass. You quickly gather yourself. “I’m good.”

The man shrugs. “Suit yourself.” He turns and picks the plate up, taking a bite of scrambled egg.

Your caution almost melts away as you continue to stare at him with mild disbelief. This is what you were so terrified of?

“Stop staring,” the man says without looking up. “Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?”

You cross your arms. “Of course they did, but I’m not going to waste them on some bratty vampire.” The words just spill out. You’re so used to using sarcasm, it slips your mind that you’re talking to one of your captors. You freeze again, worried you’ve just pissed him off.

But he just laughs, looking at you. “I’m bratty? I’m simply doing what I have the right to do, seeing as this is my house.”

He puts the plate down, walking slowly around the bed, and you instinctively take a step back.

“You’re like a frightened cat. It’s cute.” He smiles teasingly and it emphasises his youthful features. You hadn’t taken much notice, but he looks young. Like, the kind of young where maybe referring to him as a man is a bit of a stretch. If you had to guess, he’s probably close to eighteen or nineteen.

“What is it?” he asks, stopping a couple feet in front of you. He towers over you, looking down at you curiously. It would be more intimidating if he wasn’t so… normal. He doesn’t appear much different from any other teenage boy. You’re not sure he’s even a vampire.

You clear your throat, looking up at him. “It’s just– I– You–”

His grin widens at your stuttering and it irritates you. You take a second to compose yourself.

“How old are you?” you manage to ask.

He puts his hands in his pockets again. “As in how old should I be, or how old do I look?”

“Um... the second one?”

“Nineteen. What, am I not what you were expecting?”

“Well, not really, no,” you admit.

He smirks. “Let me guess. You were thinking Edward Cullen? Or maybe Dracula?”

Your lips twitch and you almost crack a smile. “No. I don’t know what I was expecting. But it wasn’t you.”

The guy smiles. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“So what’s your name, anyway?”

“You first.”

Really? You cross your arms again. “Y/N.”

His eyes narrow as he thinks something over. “Hm. I’m going to call you neko.”

You frown. “What does that mean?”

“It’s Japanese for cat.”

Your arms fall by your sides. “What? I’m not a cat!” you protest.

“You are now.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Why are you so offended? Cats are cute.”

“I don’t want a nickname from you.”

“Well now I’m offended,” the guy says, but he’s still smirking.

“Are you going to tell me your name or not?” you shoot back.

“Riki.”

You scoff and he crosses his arms, frowning at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you say, fighting a smile.

He shoves his hands back into his pockets. “Whatever.” He takes a step back, turns around and walks over to the plate of food. He picks it up, then heads for the door. “See you later, neko,” he says on his way out.

You grit your teeth as he shuts the door, not missing the smirk on his face at your reaction.

***

Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the last time you saw Riki. He came back the next day. And the next.

And now he’s back again, not bothering to wait after knocking before waltzing in.

You look up from your spot on the bed and eyeball today’s meal. It’s a sandwich. A rather delicious looking sandwich, loaded with fillings.

You’d had to give in a couple days ago, when the hunger became too much and you realised you’d have to eat eventually anyway.

Riki hands the plate to you and you take it, picking up the sandwich and taking a large bite.

“Mm… Thanks.” Your voice is muffled as you chew.

“No problem, neko.”

You roll your eyes, but don’t waste energy arguing with him about the new nickname. It seems to have stuck, and it’s probably going to stay that way.

Riki makes himself comfortable on the end of the bed. “The guys are getting impatient.”

You swallow and look up. “What?”

“The others. It’s day four. They’re not going to wait much longer.”

“For what?”

“You may be dumb, but I think you know.”

You ignore the playful jab and glance at the closed door. Yeah. You know. “They want to meet me, huh?”

“That too.”

You frown. “What do you mean, that too?”

Riki pauses for a second. “We’re due to feed again,” he says.

Just this once, you wish he wasn’t so blunt. The sandwich churns in your stomach. “Right.”

“Don’t worry, neko. It’s not as bad as people think. You didn’t even notice last time.”

You squint at him. “Last time?”

 He gestures to your right arm. “The night we took you, we drew some blood while you were passed out.”

You look at your inner elbow, at the faded mark there. It’s just a dot. You’d barely noticed it at first. “You use an IV or something?”

He nods. “Something like that. It’s called venipuncture. It’s the least painful and messy method.”

“Careful there. You almost sounded considerate.”

He chuckles, then the light-hearted sound fades into the silence.

It’s funny. Apparently, there’s six other men in this house, but you’ve never heard signs of any of them. Except Riki. And if you’re being honest with yourself, as irritating as he can be… you enjoy his company. Truthfully, you don’t know what you’d do without him to break up the monotony of the day. If you were just left to sit here for hours on end with nothing to do apart from stare out the window, at the trees and maybe the occasional bird. You’re pretty sure Riki has been the only thing keeping you sane.

“Want me to be honest, Y/N?” Riki asks, breaking the silence.

You sigh. “Not really, but we both know that’s not gonna stop you.”

His lips curl slightly, then his expression goes serious. “You’re right to stay here.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is hide,” you say, pushing the sandwich aside.

“Whatever you want to call it, it’s a smart move. I don’t think you would’ve coped well throwing yourself in the deep end and going out there on the first day.”

You look at him, genuine worry swirling deep in your eyes. “Is it really that bad?” you ask quietly.

Riki studies you and his expression softens. “Depends what you define as bad. But I can assure you, we won’t hurt you. But– that said– the others won’t go easy on you. They’re going to toy with you, try and get in your head, break through any walls you put up until you give in. I’ve been with these guys a long time. I’ve seen a lot of Offerings, a lot of young women just like you in this house, and I know the boys treat this like a competition. Like a game. Vampires are possessive, that’s the one thing the stereotypes got right. Every man in this house is going to want you, and there’s not much you can do about it.”

“Including you?” you ask with a weak smile, attempting to use humour to distract yourself from the dread winding in your chest.

Riki smirks softly. “No. I’m not saying that you aren’t pretty, but I won’t try anything. With you or any other girl that comes through here.”

“Wow. So you do have some respect.”

He laughs. “Look,” he says, tone turning serious again. “I know you’ve only known me for a few days. And that even then, you barely know me. But I want you to know I’m here to help you whenever you need me.”

You meet his gaze, not missing the shift of the energy in the room. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?”

“Because,” he says. “You’re about to go through a lot and you’ll need someone in your corner.”                   

He notices you staring absent-mindedly at the wall and he shuffles closer. “I’m sorry for freaking you out, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I’m just trying to prepare you. I promise it won’t be as horrible as whatever you’re cooking up in your head right now. It will just be… intense, at times. But you seem like you’re strong enough to handle it. And you have me. You’ll be okay.”

Another beat of silence passes before you speak up. “Will you do me a favour? Will you go with me when I finally go out there?”

“Of course.” Riki pauses. Glances at the door. “Why don’t we go now?”

You look at him wide-eyed. “Are you crazy? After everything you just said?”

He smiles. “May as well get it done, right? Besides, you’re better off meeting the others before they get fed up and storm in here.”

“Stop saying shit to scare me!”

He holds up his hands in surrender. “Sorry! It’s not my fault you’re a scaredy cat.”

“We were having a moment and you ruined it.”

He shrugs a shoulder. “What can I say? I speak my mind.”

“Well then get a filter.”

“Stop procrastinating.”

You sniff. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not procras–”

Riki stands up, adjusting and smoothing out his clothes. “Come on, Y/N.”

You hesitate, looking up at him like an animal putting their trust in a stranger. You don’t see much difference, really. They’re the people, you’re the deer. Maybe they want to hunt you and put you on display, or maybe they just plan on admiring you. But you won’t find out until it’s too late.

You feel the paranoia start to creep in, like fog settling over a crisp morning. What if… Riki’s like the bait? What if he was sent in here just to lure you out? You’ve been taking his presence for granted the past couple days, but… it could all be fake.

Riki’s smile drops and he looks at you with concern. “Hey, are you okay?”

You stay quiet, feeling restless all of a sudden. You glance around the room, at the dresser, the wall, the window–

Wait.

The window. You remember the seal, the only thing preventing you from getting out.

You have to get out.

You look back at Riki. “Yeah, sorry. My mind was just…”

He shakes his head. “It’s alright. I get it, this is a lot.”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“So… are you ready?”

You take a moment, chewing your lip, before getting off the bed. You wobble slightly, your legs taking time to wake up after you’ve spent so long sitting down. “Not really, but… I guess you’re right. Might as well do it sooner rather than later.”

Riki quirks a brow. “You’re sure? I wouldn’t want your heart giving out or something.”

“Shut up before I change my mind.” You walk over to the door, your fingers wrapping around the handle. You take a breath, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

You swing open the door, the smell of aged wood and old wallpaper wafting up your nose. It’s familiar. It reminds you of home, of Nanna. Your newfound courage wavers for a second before you take another quiet breath, drawing back your shoulders and straightening your spine.

You look over your shoulder and see Riki watching you with an impressed gleam in his eyes. He offers you a small smile, comes over and stands beside you. He nods, silently nudging you to go out.

Just go.

You step out into the hall and Riki follows. There’s a window at the end, letting in some light, but it’s still dim. The dark floorboards are slightly worn, the panelling on the walls faded. There are several other doors lining the hallway, all of them shut. You glance at Riki again and he gestures to the left, stepping in front of you and leading the way.

As you walk down the hallway in Riki’s shadow, you feel skittish. Like a scared mouse. Like if there’s any sudden noise, you’ll startle and run in the opposite direction. You hate this, feeling so wound up with anxiety you could cry.

God, what happened to you? You’ve been through a lot, but you always managed to pull through. You were always strong– it was one thing people always admired about you, especially at such a young age. And after all that, now you’re going to cower and hide?

You know if Nanna were here, she’d tell you the same thing– albeit in a gentler way.

And that– the thought of your Nanna and the last time you saw her– is your turning point. You’re never going to see her again if you don’t get out of here. And how are you ever going to get out if you’re avoiding everything and everyone, rotting away in a bedroom?

You and Riki reach the end of the hallway and descend the stairs.

At the foot of the staircase, you see it opens up to a living room. It’s nice, in a vaguely ‘old money’ sort of way. There are two leather couches and three matching armchairs arranged around a wooden coffee table, all on top of an ornate rug. There are bookshelves stocked with hardcover volumes and paperback novels. The walls are painted a dark red, with the same dark wood wainscoting as the hallway, decorated with tapestries and oil paintings.

Riki leads you through the living room, and a wooden louvre door and a matching serving window come into view. You assume they lead to the kitchen.

You can hear soft shuffling on the other side of the door. You try to swallow, but it’s difficult when your mouth is running dry.

Riki grabs the doorknob, looking over his shoulder at you before opening the door. You step through after him and the first thing you notice is the man leaning against the kitchen counter. The first thing you register is that he’s tall. The second– despite yourself– is how he’s the kind of handsome where he’s pretty.

The two of you make eye contact and reality seems to slow down. Not because of how dreamy he is, or because it’s love at first sight, but because of how intimidating he is. You see the look in his eyes and you realise everything Riki warned you about is most definitely true.

The man smirks. “Look who it is.” He puts down the glass in his hand. “Finally come out of your burrow, love?”

You clear your throat quietly and step forward, standing at Riki’s side. “Yes.”

“Y/N, this is Heeseung. He’s the eldest, acts kind of like the leader around here. Heeseung, this is Y/N.”

Heeseung’s eyes sweep over you, and you have to strain not to shrink under his predatory gaze. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. It’s good to see you gained the courage to finally face us.” He picks up his drink again and takes a swig.

You grit your teeth, picking up on his condescending tone. “Pleasure to meet you too,” you say, making sure to insert some venom into your tone.

He smiles. He must be one of those types. The ones who get a kick out of riling people up.

Okay, calm and collected approach it is then.

“Can I get you anything?” Riki asks, interrupting the passive-aggressive exchange.

You tear your gaze away from Heeseung. “I’m good, thanks.”

He nods and walks over to the fridge, opening it and grabbing himself a can of soda. He pops the tab and has a mouthful. “Where is everyone?”

“Helping clean up the yard.” Heeseung places his glass in the sink.

“And you’re slacking off why?”

He chuckles. “I was going to head out after I finished my drink, and then you brought Y/N down.”

“Don’t let me interrupt anything,” you say, attempting your best polite voice.

Heeseung looks at you again. “You’re not interrupting anything, love. It’s just yard work, nothing the boys can’t handle.”

Riki claps him on the shoulder. “How about this? We can go give the others a hand, and neko here can take some time to look around and get comfortable.”

You hold back a snort. Comfortable, your ass.

Heeseung glances between you and Riki, arching a brow. “Neko?”

“It’s her new nickname. She loves it.” He grins playfully at you.

“Clearly,” Heeseung agrees, taking in your expression with an amused smile. “Well, love, I guess I’ll see you later. Feel free to explore. If you need anything, we’ll be out back, the door’s just through there.” He gestures to a doorway off to the side. It must lead to a mudroom or something.

With that, and a small wave from Riki, they head through the door and disappear from your sight.

You look around the kitchen, unsure what to do now. Then, as you stand there in the silence, something occurs to you.

You glance around once more, cautious this time. You strain to hear any signs that someone is nearby, but you only hear the birds outside.

You duck out of the kitchen and back into the living room. You notice a doorway by the staircase. You head towards it, your steps quick but light. As you draw closer, you see– with a flood of hope– that it’s the entryway… and the front door is mere metres in front of you.

 You spot a deadbolt on the door and your heart sinks, but when you inspect it, you realise it’s unlocked.

It’s too good to be true. The whole situation suddenly screams trap.

You chew your lip, looking over your shoulder. Should you turn back around and stick to the original plan of cutting the seal on the window? That might take hours, days. You’re right here. The way out, your chance of escape is staring you in the face. You can’t let it slip through your fingers.

You decide to take the risk, your fingers wrapping around the handle and slowly twisting it. A fresh breeze drifts through the crack, carrying the scent of oncoming rain and decaying leaves. You breathe it in, using it to ground yourself and steel your nerves.

You get ready to run as you open the door. Looking outside, the coast is clear. All there is to be seen is tree after tree, dead leaves covering a good portion of the ground, and dirt broken up with the occasional patch of grass.

You jog down the steps, going to turn left and run for it, when someone appears out of nowhere, blocking your path.

“You actually fell for that, huh, princess?”

You freeze, your eyes making their way from the dirt floor to the man’s face. Short dyed-blond hair, and fox-like amber eyes. He has the kind of features that give him the opportunity to appear youthful and innocent, or mature and attractive. And right now, he looks anything but innocent.

“Cat got your tongue?” he taunts, leaning down to whisper in your ear. He grabs your arms and turns you around.

You see Heeseung approaching from around the side of the house. The rest of the men are behind him. Your heart starts to race and your eyes dart between them all like a cornered animal.

“You know, love, this is the second time you’ve tried to run from us.”

Heeseung stops directly in front of you, crowding your space. You feel claustrophobic, caught between the two men with nowhere to go, the adrenalin making your skin itch with the need to run. You feel like you’re overheating, like the air is evaporating and you’re struggling to breathe.

He grabs your chin, tilting your head so you’re looking up at him. “It’s also the last time, I hope you realise that,” he says in a low voice. There’s a tense pause before he speaks again. “You know, Y/N, these woods are extremely easy to get lost in. But we know them like the backs of our hands. If you try to run again, we will catch you. And trust me, you won’t like the consequences… but we will.”

He releases his hold on your face and steps aside, letting the blond steer you back inside.

 As you’re led up the stairs and down the hall, you can’t help but feel like a prisoner being taken to their cell. The man opens the door to your assigned bedroom and pushes you inside, slams it shut, followed by the click of the lock.

You stare at the door, mind reeling. As your heart slows, clarity replaces the adrenalin. You clench your jaw, feeling a sense of anger rise in your chest. You bite down on the inside of your cheek as you feel tears building behind your eyes. Without thinking, you turn around and kick the dresser as hard as you can.

You yell a curse as pain shoots up your foot. Simultaneously, the mirror above the dresser falls off its nail and crashes to the floor. You jump back to avoid the broken glass, eyes widening with surprise. You kneel beside the shattered mirror, gingerly picking up a decent-sized shard of glass. You look over your shoulder at the window, the pieces clicking together in your head, and a smile creeps across your face.

To be continued...

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Dividers by @dollywons

[saruman-the-silly]

Life ain't fun without a little flame

tags: sodo x gn!reader, some mild swearing! friends to lovers yay, two idiots in love more like, fluffy

You had been hired as a stage manager for Ghost, which meant you were checking that everything was going smoothly before the gigs. When you first started, the ghouls had been a bit hesitant about you. After all, you were human and usually most humans didn't take the whole "Satanic church with literal ghouls from hell" lightly.

All the hesitation disappeared soon though, when after sound check, you had approached Sodo and begun making small talk.

"Hi! I'm the new stage manager here and just wanted to say, E-string is a bit flat, thought you'd wanna know." He scoffed, and grabbed his tuner. Turns out, you were right. Sodo shook his head, and looked at you. "What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing really, just wanted to chat and maybe get to know you guys a bit. It's gonna be a long tour so, yeah!"

Sodo, being Sodo, thought you were being weird but quickly realized you were actually pretty fun company. He enjoyed your odd sense of humour, because he also had a weird sense of humour.

Sodo was definitely not the one to chat about with stage crew, and Swiss was gaping at the interaction with his mouth open, before Rain pulled him away.

"Did you see that?? He fucking SMILED AND LAUGHED WITH THEM?" Swiss grinned at Rain. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS-"

"SHH, yeah I know, Sodo hasn't really laughed in like a decade but shut it now or he'll hear you and bite your arm off!" Rain slapped Swiss' shoulder.

Swiss was, of course, right as always and everyone else except you and Sodo noticed it over time. Sodo wasn't really much of a talker, but with you beside him? You had conversations that lasted many hours, only stopping at midnight when one of you fell asleep. One time, you had been talking till very late at night, and you had fallen asleep against Sodo's shoulder.

When he noticed, he smiled and gently carried you to your room. Of course, Swiss saw you and now would not stop pestering Sodo about it.

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"SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW will you Swiss, I do not want to hear it-" Sodo crashed into the ghouls den, Swiss following right after him.

"NO I WILL NOT SHUT UP WHEN ARE YOU GONNA TELL THEM-"

"Tell who what?" Your voice rang out, stopping both Swiss and Sodo abruptly.

"Uhhhhhhh-" They both stood there, with their mouths open.

"Sodomostdefinitelyhasacrushonyoubuthe'stoodumbtosayitoutloudokayBYE-" Swiss ran out the room, just barely avoiding the ball of fire Sodo aimed at his head. Sodo cursed to himself, and tried looking anywhere but where you stood.

"You- You have a crush on.. me?" You whispered.

"Stupid Swiss, always sticking his nose in stuff where it doesn't belong- okay, yeah might as well get it out now, I do have a crush on you okay? I'll get over it in like a few weeks, it is not going to disrupt our friendship-" You gently grabbed his hand, and Sodo looked at your smiling face.

"I never thought someone as cool as you are would like me back honestly," You grinned and squeezed his hand. Sodo scoffed:

"What do you mean by that, you are literally the coolest person I know you idiot," Sodo booped you on the nose. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, embracing him tightly. The moment was calm and peaceful, until-

"NOW KISS YOU IDIOTS-" was followed by some more screaming from Swiss, Sodo's fireball had finally hit its target. You giggled at the sight of Swiss running away with his helmet on fire, while Sodo grinned.

He gently brought your lips to his, capturing them in a gentle kiss. After a moment you pulled away, only to hear Swiss screaming at Rain and Rain trying to put out the fire. You both cracked up, and soon you were both rolling on the floor with laughter.

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this has been rotting away in my drafts for like months now, but I finished it ayy go me

as always, thanks for reading <3

[v3il]

I HAVE POLLS NOW SO IM CURIOUS

(pro) endos/non-traumagenics dni

pls rb for exposure! /nf

[iris0gardens]

Heyy bestie 👀 idk if this is weird cos we're mutuals and all but i heard you do requests and i am parched for more legion Wrench 😩 How comfortable are you writing him with a younger reader? (Mid/late 20s) Perhaps he meets Jacksons hacker friend or smthn. I can offer art in return, anything you want 🙏

⊱Late night talks⊰ Legion Wrench x Reader

"The amount of stupid you have in you, is impressive...i like it"

TAGS: Big vibes, Jackson and sushi, implied romance, cuddles and chaos talk ;)

description: Jackson needed Wrench´s help with getting a heavy box to his new apartment. There he got introduced to a grey hat stranger, turns out he had alot of common with and vibed with.

-Requested by my lovely moot @bardsins! (check them out, amazing art <3-

"Fair warning Reggie. I have a roommate now and they are...particularly interesting." Jackson warned the masked man as they were walking up the stairs to his apartment. Wrench´s mask changed to question marks as he tilted his head to the side towards Aidens son. "What do you mean...are they dangerous? no...ARE THEY IN THE MAFIA?!" The blond haired responded with caution in his voice as he got louder. He gripped the box he held harder as he watched his friend stop for a second to process before proceeding movement.

"SHHHH what? no?..they do the same stuff we do..just solo. They are a grey hat with a tendency to cause chaos...like someone i conveniently know."Jackson shushed Wrench as he rolled his eyes, he went up a couple of stairs before making a turn into a corridor with doors on each side. "Just don't bomb them with Questions immediately. Pretend i never told you and lets get this over with." he begged Wrench as he took out his keys from his pockets and turning towards Wrench with a beg in his eyes before stopping at a door.

"I can try. but no promises though"Wrench responded casually with a shrug and stopped walking near Jackson as the black haired man infront of him proceeded to open the door.

As the door opened, faint music was heard playing from one of the rooms in the corridor as they both stepped in, Jackson letting the door close behind him as he called out for his roommate "YINNNN, IM HOME AND BROUGHT A FRIENDDD". A moment later, the music stopped and a voice responded with a quick "LIVINGROOM" before the music continued shortly after. Wrench looked towards his friend with question marks plastered on his mask and the opposite just shrugged before heading towards the Livingroom with a response. "Wrench, dont worry about it. Put the box down and follow me"

Taking a second to think, Wrench slowly put down the box at a near table at the door before following his friend to the next room. "ayy Jackson! I got you the sushi from the starfell Party from today. Its in the kitchen." The stranger to Wrench greeted Jackson casually as he walked into the room, standing behind Jackson and analysing the person. H/L H/C hair, a black zip hoodie along with a grey shirt that said "mess with hacko get DDOSo" which he found amusing. The person was sat on the couch casually, laying on it while having their legs over the end of the couch as a bag of chips was layed against them. "Dope! Y/N, meet my friend Wrench. Don't mind the mask" The black haired male introduced the two before heading towards the kitchen in a hurry to get his sushi.

A silence fell among them while Y/N looked at Wrench up and down. "so-" they both attempted to start a conversation before a soft chuckle admitted between them. "nice, soo...you are the Wrench? former dedsec member and now full time merc?" Y/N asked with a smirk on their face as they adjusted their position on the couch they were planted at. They were now sat on the couch instead of laying on it, patting their side as an invite for Wrench to take a seat. Wrenchs mask displayed question signs before returning to his usual Xs as he slowly walked over to the couch before proceeding to sit on it.

He made sure there was a safe sentence between them before casually responding "yeah...your Y/N right? probably not your hacker tag. What is it? only fair to share" his mask displaced his usual happy led´s before switching back. His opposite chuckled before laying their head on the back of the couch. "you caught me red handed, sweets. its H/N (hackername)." Before another word left Y/Ns mouth, Wrench gasped dramatically, placing his hands infront of his mask as his mask turned to Os before displaying his excitement. "no fucking way! Grey hat hacker and activist H/N???? I heard of your work! Nice to finally put a face to the name."

They both had a nice discussion over their careers as Jackson returned to them only to excuse himself. "Sorry, love birds. I gotta dip now. Aiden needs my help with stuff. "The protest from the two weren't heard due to him leaving so quickly with a small bye. He left the room and soon the front door was heard opening and closing, indicating that he left them fully to themselves. Y/N sighed, shaking their head with a small smile "classic Jacks, always jumping for his dad. always nice to see in this fucked up world.".

After a joke or two they returned to talking about the world and their interests, noticing the small similarities, they got stuck on the topic of who would win...two robot dogs or 10..lions? They couldnt fully agree on it and laughed about it.

"The amount of stupid you have in you, is impressive...i like it" Y/N laughed out between laughter, leaning against Wrench´s arm as support. The male tensed up for a second before easing into it with a soft smile plastered under his face. "yeah...I like your personality too. its feisty and you obviously know how to pack a punch." He responded as he laid his head against theirs.

"wanna get drunk and play mortal combat?"

"Are you asking me out? if so..FUCK YEAH"

They proceeded to get drunk and go against each other in mortal combat, leaning against each other semi cuddling before it turning into a passionate make out session. Sadly however due to the Writers incapability to post smut on tumblr (if yall want, i got ao3 now ;) ), before proceeding into deeper grounds, they passed out in each others arms.

After waking up awkwardly in the morning, it didnt stop them hanging out more often after and soon becoming the chaos couple of London.

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𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱 ℜ𝔞𝔠𝔢

TW: Backshots, flashing, freaky stuff, sucking and violence (I hope these are enough warnings to be aware that this is more than these)

You were a young woman who had amazing drift skills, one of the most popular actually. You are well known in your city and create a lot of commotion just for being seen in public. There was an event that was very unexpected and exciting at the same time, you didn't know why? Why didn't you know? The men told you there was a guest visiting this event, participating as you may seem. The two men that told you were Satoru and Suguru! You're high-key supporters and help you with your awful and joyful conditions!

"Heyyy Y/N, you're probably super curious who this person is eh?" Satoru said sitting on those metal chairs drinking a white monster energy drink. He just stared at you waiting for an answer chuckling while Suguru standing in the back with his arms crossed leaning against a wall. "Well yes of course! Who is it!" You said with full excitement grabbing both Satoru's shoulders. He tilted his head with a gaze upon looking up at me, "What if I said it was the one and only, D.K." You let go of my grip and stepped a foot back from him. You had my mouth halfway open and my eyes widened like they were going to pop out my eye sockets. "Drift King!? Choso Kamo!? Number 1!?"

I noticed Suguru giggling behind Satoru nodding and keeping his head down. "You're fucking shitting me." You covered my mouth with all the unexpected things crossing by. Before Satoru spoke again a loud engine was heard nearby the parking lot. "Why ye-" He raised his eyebrows and smirked looking at you. "He's here~" Suguru walked towards Satoru always standing by his side placing a hand on both your guy's shoulder. "Why not meet him!" "What the fuck you think we'll do!" I ran away from them dashing to the parking lot seeing a car with thousands of stickers with lightning bolts on the sides of the car. Just by the looks of the car, it turns out it was a black Toyota Chaser with such a low skirt. "How is he able to drift this masterpiece!?" I thought to myself, the fact that I turned to the side of his car noticing he parked next to MY CAR!? I caught him staring at it looking at my car in millions of different angles looking any damages, he seemed impressed by the brand and looks if my beautiful car which I LOVE!

My car was not an ordinary Mazda RX7, it had champagne pink wrap on it while my favorite anime characters were on the back of my car. It was pretty girly until you see it being driven. The car plate was placed as "S1M9ER". "Ayy~ Choso! Looks like you've made it to see our pretty lady right there." Satoru chuckled pointing me out to him. I turned my head to Satoru starting to get embarrassed. "What the shit Satoru!" I gritted my teeth glaring at him, Choso giggled and got out his car. He leaned his side of the car gazing me. "Nice car." Choso stated to me. "I.. I-uhm.. Thanks?" "Shall we begin the race?" He questioned, you didn't know there would be a race just now, you flinched for a few seconds wonder what race? With who? "Hold on a race? Race who? With who!?" You were so confused, nobody told me anything! "Ah, I'm sorry looks like Satoru hasn't told you that you will be competing with Choso, Y/N." Suguru announced for me. "E-EH!? RACE!? NUMBER 1!?" "That's right, you're good. You can handle him, even if you do lose you owe him something." Suguru and Satoru smirked "It's his choice what you owe him." Suguru exclaimed

"I- uhm... Sure I guess..." I said in a quiet lowered voice as I walked over my car with baggy black sweats, they make you look even thicker than before. To hide your ass from them freaky boys, you wore a baggy car tag shirt on top. Your style did not match your car, which was very unusual of anybody who does that.

Both you and Choso revved your engines and drive to a track where nobody was suppose to even pass, this is where the town host the events where a whole freeway was built and difficult obstacles included.

I'm sorry to tell you this but my noodle arms can't handle this, y'all gonna have to wait for PART 2!! 😭I don't even know you guys but love you! Good night or Good morning!🩷

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Legacy || Eight

Jude Bellingham x Luna Hamilton (OC)

Summary: Luna and Jude get caught, leading to Lewis giving them a talk of a lifetime..

Requested: Yes, by @i0veless: hello babe, here with a request for the new series - which I'm so excited you are starting. Okay, so my idea was what if Luna and Jude got caught making out by Lewis and went all overprotective before giving them the talk. Sending all my love to you and can't wait to read it <333

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Luna was just chilling her in apartment in London, when she heard a knock on the door. She went to open it and her face lit up.

Luna jumped in her boyfriend’s arms as he hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek. “You didn’t tell me you was coming!” Luna exclaimed as Jude put her down and they entered her apartment.

“I wanted to surprise you! You have done that al ot to me so I had to make it back to you” Jude said with a smile. “Thank you, I missed you so much” Luna mumbled.

“I missed you more babe, another reason why I came over” Jude added. “You’re so cute” Luna giggled which made Jude blush a little.

“Stop it Lu,” Jude mumbled as he buried his head in her neck. “Why? I like seeing you blushing,” Luna laughed as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Jude leaned up and kissed Luna, she kissed him back and they were in their own worlds then.

~~

“Well this is something I didn’t want to walk into to” Lewis voice was heard by the both teenagers as they pulled away. “What are you doing here dad?” Luna mumbled.

“Being a good father and checking on you as you had a crash not too long ago” Lewis replied. “You know I’m fine now, I can race next week” Luna added.

“Yeah, I can see that you seem all fine” Lewis said as Luna and Jude blushed. “Dad! Just leave us alone” Luna mumbled. “No can do” Lewis smiled and sat down on the couch opposite.

“How are you Jude?” Lewis asked. “I’m good, thank you” Jude said. “Where’s Roscoe?” Luna asked. “Wow, you love that dog more than me” Lewis replied.

“Who doesn’t like Roscoe?” Luna added. “I left him in the house as I only wanted to come and check on you but now I will be here longer” Lewis said.

“You are not giving us a talk, we are old enough!” Luna told him. “You’re still my daughter and Jude is the first boyfriend you have had” Lewis replied.

“I am?” Jude asked shocked. “Babe, you really think I could have a boyfriend when there are I couldn’t even tell you how many people think me as a little kid?” Luna replied.

“Okay, fair point” Jude said. “Can I talk to you two now?” Lewis asked. “Nope! The boys already have talked to him and. We don’t need a talk about sex education, thank you” Luna added.

Luna grabbed Jude’s hand and started to make their way upstairs into her bedroom. “Use protection!” Lewis called. “You didn’t at our age and that’s how I was made!” Luna shouted.

“Kids..” Lewis mumbled.

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ayy!! could you do headcanons for the lost boys dating a bilingual reader? -particularly french+english, though any languages will do fine! <33333-

hey ofc i can! i decided to leave the languages blank so it can apply to any. so sorry this took me forever to write and post. i suck at posting regularly and had a bad case of writers block for awhile. nevertheless hope this is something you will enjoy reading! tysm for requesting this, it was fun to write. <33 - mae

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TLB's Dating a Bilingual S/o Hc's:

David:

° I believe David to be the type of creature of the night that appreciates you being bilingual. Where it isn’t uncommon, it shows that you hold a certain level of intelligence that he’s all for! You’ll probably be surprised to find that he knows a little bit of your mother tongue. Not a whole lot, but basic phrases, and he picks it up quickly if you teach him a little bit every once in a while.

° “What? Cat got your tongue all of a second, prince/princess? I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve than you realise.”

° He discovers a pleasant feeling when he listens to you speak in your native language: Whether that’s from helping a random stranger on the street with directions or hearing you speak to family on the phone. It doesn’t matter. An invocation of being soothed overtakes him. He could honestly listen to you for hours, but he may not exactly admit it as willingly as others.

° So perhaps he’ll spend a languid evening with you sprawled out on a blanket on top of one of the beach front stores. There’s a bottle of wine by your feet as you read from a book under the convenient nearby streetlight. A moth darts into its bright halo whilst David religiously smokes his tenth cigarette of the hour. It’s not due to stress, but aids him in focusing on the more intricate details of how you pronounce things: Albeit quietly, David doesn’t mind, because his sensitive hearing can pick up the tiniest thing from afar – even in a raging crowd. He’s enamoured, and decides to himself in that moment that he’s more than content.

° Your voice has turned a little hoarse as you close on the last word of the chapter. The hubbub down below is somehow peaceful. David doesn’t even look at you when he casts his words out on powdery smoke, “That was good, kitten.”

° If you’re lucky, you may even catch him reading something to you. Although it will most likely be in English, David is feeling charitable. So pull up to one of the dusty worn out couches in the cave, pop your head on a cushion in his lap and be prepared to be lulled into the most lusciously deep slumber you’ve ever been sent off into. David puts your parents to shame.

° He appreciates this part of you: The ability to share knowledge and language is important. Whether your mother tongue is English or not, it does not matter. David will enjoy this aspect of you.

Dwayne:

° Out of all of his brothers, Dwayne is probably the most respectable besides David. Where he’s cheeky and does want to know all of the swear words, they're not first on his list. He's not outwardly vocal about you speaking in another tongue. So you probably won't notice the way that the corner of his mouth lifts up whenever he catches you walking on the Boardwalk with your sibling tag along, the two of you bickering with words he's not certain of.

° Frankly Dwayne is convinced that more of your personality comes out when you speak in your first language. He gets lost in the way that you talk when you're standing there ordering hotdogs to the vendor of the stand who speaks the other language you do. Cannot help but grin when you turn around to confirm with him what you said was okay.

° "Whatever you said is probably right." Short and to the point, but he savours that little moment with a grin.

° Sometimes you speak a mixture of both languages at once. A translation error in your head or it's because that's what your friends do. It's habitual. It's adorable – unless you're having an argument with Dwayne, which is usually one sided since he's so chill. "Wanna try that again? I only caught the first word." Better to admit the truth than not, am I right?

° Dwayne does pick up phrases here and there. He listens more than anything and tries it out once or twice. He gets good at it too and blows you away with filling in a couple of sentences when you're translating a friend's words for him. You just stare at him dumbfounded and all he can do is breathily laugh.

° He also loves to immerse himself in your culture. He's willing to give almost anything a try. He isn't picky. Especially when it comes to food. He's not going to judge as harshly as someone like Paul may do by accident from cracking jokes. Dwayne wants to learn more about the cultures that you grew up with or went to explore throughout your life. It gives him the chance to understand you better.

° So you best believe that if there's a local shop or market that's still open during the late evening, he's going in there to pick up a few things, especially your favourite snack. Food bridges people together right? He likes some things, and others he doesn't. But he makes sure your favs always magically appear when you need them the most.

Marko:

° Marko is the second most likely to want to learn all of the swear words and rude remarks in your language. He finds it rather cute if you start to get embarrassed about sharing such statements. "Why? It's not like anything you'll say is something I haven't heard before. I've got Paul as my right hand man, remember?" He grins.

"Marko, it will be because it's in another language…" You remind him.

"Fair point!"

° Marko's the type that desires learning the language fully to impress you. That is until he quickly comes to the conclusion that he's out of his depth entirely. None of it makes sense to him, which is an obvious no brainer. Instead he settles for small words and phrases like; "I love you". Just whatever you do, don't let the boys know of this. They'll never let him live it down. Marko can be quite loving when it's just you two.

° Best believe that he's cussing people out who make him mad with the swear words he managed to get out of you. It provokes a humorous note when the lucky individual spits back something in the same language that Marko doesn't know. Cue him turning to you, "What did he say? Is he making fun of me?!"

"Yes Marko, he is."

"Listen here toe rag-,"

° Marko's also another of the boy's to bond over food, especially if it is something that comforts you. Where he's not prepared to try everything twice, he's not going to be an ass about it. Probably starts somewhere simple like a restaurant that he's taken you to. He's lost staring at the menu, adamant he can do this on his own. You sit there looking at him with amusement. "I don't need help!" He snaps, burying his nose into the menu further.

° He needed help.

° Whenever Marko comes to your window just after sundown uninvited, he settles himself into your room. You're already expecting him, his predators prowl unphasing now. He flops onto the bed beside you, belly first, softly nipping your shoulder whilst you flick through magazines. You roll your eyes, knowing he's in search of a snack; thankfully not a human one. When you go, he remains, listening to you softly chattering away to your parents in your mother tongue. The chorus of laughter from you is perfect. He will never admit this to you though.

° Where Marko isn't adverse to you reading to him, he quickly falls asleep before he can appreciate much of your accent and storytelling skills. It's not that it's boring or anything. It does make him dream though! It's so weird being a vampire and having a nap during the night. The things you do to him.

Paul:

° It is no surprise that Paul is the first person who wants to know all of the swear words and rude remarks. I think we all saw this one coming. He gets them out of you one way or another. The sneaky little bat! They become his new obsession for the next two weeks and even the other boys are done with it all. Poor David, Dwayne and Marko.

° On a serious note, Paul may not have the brain capacity to really learn a whole lot of your language, but he has so much enthusiasm for it. That's not to say he's stupid, it's just that he gets so excited. "How do you say this?" 

"How do you say that?"

So many questions tumble from his perfect mouth that you're prepared to kiss him to shut him up. Your throat has never been so hoarse from talking so much!

° It's heartwarming when he fumbles over syllables and how to say things in a statement. Adorable when you catch him whispering it to himself when he thinks you're not listening. Even when you catch him out in the act, Paul is shameless. A wide toothy grin spreads across his face and he cracks a joke.

° He is the number one guy out of the group who thinks you sound so hot speaking in your mother tongue. Forget about sounding intelligent and mature! Paul's found another way to fall in love with you deeper and he's swooning. Practically sighs and short circuits, especially when you're angry. You could be in a full blown argument with him, screaming on both ends and you yell out something in your mother tongue because you're just so infuriated. He stops, his face clouded with a look you know all too well and a part of you wants to sock him right now.

° "I have no idea what you just said, but hubba hubba! Lay it on me again, baby! I gotta hear it a second time." I mean, he's practically drooling!

° You've never walked away from him so goddamn fast. You can't get rid of him. He's attached. A full on package you both love and hate right now.

° Paul is good natured and likes to brag about how amazing you are. It can be a bit embarrassing, but he truly means the best. "Yo man! Did I mention yn totally schooled this guy the other day-," 

"Yeah, four hundred times, Paul. Now can I go back to my meal?" David asks, his face dripping with rivers of blood, his victim still in his arms.

"Man, she totally told him where to go! It was sooo cool-," Paul gushes as if he hasn't heard a single thing, his victim trying to crawl away.

"Dude, so not cool! We're tryna hunt here-," Marko groans.

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I lowkey (highkey) reeeaaaaallly wanna see Nice Eclipse's Moon come to our dimension.

It's probably gonna be an episode, and I can only see it going to ways: he backs down, or he doesn't.

Just think: Solar's (calling him Solar like @ayy-imma-ninja [tthey're at this tumblr so go check'em out if you haven't already {you prob already have tho let's be honest}, I'll probably just end up calling his Moon S.Moon cuz I'm lazy, sorry for the terrible formating of this by the way, I'm terrible at organizing my thoughts...this is why I type in the notes guys] does because it gets very confusing for me, I hope they don't mind if they see this, not gonna tag them cuz I don't wanna bother anyone with my dumb lil ideas) Moon stumbles through the ballpit and rights himself after the initial disorientation, eyes zeroed in on his kill. He scans the Daycare and identifies his target at the security desk. But guess who else is there...?

That's-that's him, right there, talking to Eclipse.

Of course, it isn't really him, he'll probably reason. That's this dimension's Moon, the one Solar seems to be so enamored with. He doesn't talk to Solar, not unless he has to, not after what he did to Sun.

But watching some version of himself talk to him...they're both at at ease with each other, or as relaxed as they can be with whatever seemingly serious hushed conversation going on is about. Still, they're civil with each other, actually bordering on friendly, familiar, even. And seeing that, S.Moon realizes...

This Moon is so much happier than he is.

But of course he's happy. He still has his brother, even after everything they've been through. His brother was lost before they had ever hoped to have gained anything, dead before their lives together even started.

Why does this Moon get to be happy? Why doesn't he deserve that same fate that S. Moon has suffered through? They're the exact same model, the exact same person.

But we're not the same, a quiet voice whispers in the back of his head.

He hates that it sounds like Sun.

I don't think S. Moon is really impulsive enough to actually start a fight. I do think, however, that he has quite a temper, so he probably wouldn't back down if the pair were to suddenly notice him in the ballpit and call him out (yes I'm using this as a way to continue the situation hush I am weak). So. I think the scenario would probably play out as Solar seeing S.Moon in the pit and going 'oh shit I'm gonna die' in that hardly surprised drawl of his, and then our Moon comes out and goes 'uh NOPE not gonna happen'. Which means we've got a battle of the Moons. Yippy-ki-yay. S.Moon probably confronts our Moon, argues with him. ('Why are you defending him? He's the reason our brother's gone!') Cue Solar feelin guilty while Moon goes 'nah dude this guy's different this guy's in my house so back off'

smalll scuffle to continue the plot cuz I HAVE A POINT WITH THIS I PROMISE-

Small scuffle, almost gets into a full-on fight, but who should come to his brother's aid but Sir Sunrise himself. He'd rush in, probably try to calm down this stranger who's he's trying very hard to ignore because it reminds him of the Old Moon so much.

(Remember, S. Moon's not the only one to go through the loss of a brother...)

And S. Moon just...stops. He's still, save for wobbling optics that quiver as they take this Sun in with disbelief.

He hasn't seen his brother in so long. He looks-he looks so different-tired and worn out and far too anxious, more so than he used to be. S.Moon reaches out...

...and then pulls back.

This isn't right. It's him but it's not, it's not him. This Sun has a brother, a family, friends, a life. This Sun has been broken, but he's healing in a way S. Moon never will. And with that all, there's something else he senses...

This Sun is happy.

...S.Moon wonders if his brother would be as happy with him as this one is.

He forces his optics of of the yellow animatronic in front of him and the orange one eyeing him warily.

He then walks back to the ballpit and teleports away without a word.

Solar observes quietly. Another careful prompt from Moon, asking if he thinks S.Moon will come back. It's a soft attempt at reassurance of a presence caring for him at the same time as it serves as a cautious probing at his feelings. He doesn't say much of anything, just shrugging, telling the blue animatronic that he doesn't know what his Moon'll do next, if he'll come back.

But he does know. He knows that there's one thing about every Moon that never changes regardless of the dimension: he always honors his word. And he knows his Moon won't come back.

He can piece together why pretty easily. Seeing this perfect little family that Solar has found and somehow earned a place in further confirmed his cut ties with him. It also cemented something else: S.Moon may never know what family is like. He had that chance with Sun, then Solar, and he blew it. Seeing that bond here, something he can never be a part of...

He knows that he's the outsider now.

That silent staring match between them said it all. S.Moon won't come back. The one and only kind thing he'll ever do for Solar. He'll go back to his dimension, silently aching for a future that he can't have, a world that isn't his. He'll work on his Sun. It's not Sun anymore, either, really, just an empty shell. Moon's no fool. He's probably realized that Sun's gone for ages, he won't come back. He knows that what he works on tirelessly, slaving away at night after night, skipping charges and sacrificing anything, perhaps even the metal plating on his endoskeleton if it comes to it, it's all for the sake of nothing but a hollow corpse, a husk of a brother long gone.

Moon doesn't have anything left to work for.

A part of Solar wants to go back and help him, save him. Maybe he will, someday. But he's making his own decisions now, choosing his own happiness. So he lets Lunar drag him away from the Daycare and his messy thoughts with a question of if he wants to watch more cartoons or maybe play Minecraft if he's not up to it?

Tired optics soften at the gesture and allow the smaller animatronic to lead the way.

He's home now. He's let go.

Eclipse moves on.

Well that accidentally became a drabble instead of an analysis. Oops.

...also I'm gonna tag @sunnyinajar because you seem to like my lil blurps abt tsams? I mean I'm sorry for tagging if you don't you don't have to like it I hope you do but if you don't uh that's okay um I'm gonna save this before I lose confidence and delete it-

[thebluestbluewords]

S’more gimme s’more

A dishrag goes flying past Mal’s head.

It’s not a bad throw. 

“You’re so annoying,” Mal laughs, snagging it out of the air before it can hit the floor.

She’s not annoyed, not really. Not when she’s got Jay beside her. She feels almost giddy with now not-annoyed she is. They’re really here, in a house that nobody can take away from them, that Evie bought for them to live in together, and they’re been invited to a party. Actually invited, as wanted guests. Not just as tag-along plus ones or the begrudgingly accepted party crashers that they were back home. She can’t be annoyed when she’s all hyped up on the feeling of being wanted. “I should start toasting all the shit you throw at me.” 

Jay throws a plastic spoon at her from across the kitchen. “Ayy, you should. I’ll start throwing marshmallows. Get some s’mores in here.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

Jay’s eyes go bright in the way that means he wants to smile, but also wants to hide it. “Bet.” 

There’s—oh no, this was a mistake, there’s a bag of marshmallows out on the counter, leftover from the fire they’d made last night, slowly going stale in the bottom of their sticky plastic bag. 

Mal could lunge for the bag, but Jay is taller and faster and starts moving first. 

The first marshmallow hits Mal’s shoulder in a sticky puff of sugar. 

“No, Jay— Jay!” Mal squeals, throwing her hands up in front of her face. “Stop it!” 

“Make me, killer.” 

“Oh, I’ll make you stop.” 

Jay grins, hand already cocked back with another marshmallow ready to fly. “Do it.” 

“I will!” Mal says, grinning back despite herself. She’s too happy to hold on to any real annoyance. “I’ll toast you and the marshmallow, and you’ll have to go to the party with your eyebrows burnt off, and everyone’s going to think you’re repeating chemistry again.” 

“Dude, it’s way too late in the year for that. I’m telling everyone you did it.”

“And I am a proper lady now, and I would never stoop so low as to pull some horrible prank and burn my dear friend’s eyebrows off.” Mal says, grinning. She’s already burned her own eyebrows off once, and the only reason they’re not still crispy is because she found a counter-spell before anyone saw. “It’s slander. You could be hanged for saying something like that about a lady of Auradon.” 

“Yeah, who’re you fooling with that one? Face it, killer. You’re not scaring anybody.” 

Mal opens her mouth just the tiniest bit, and lets the flames she’s been slowly building up with her magic lick their way out. 

“I’ll see what Jane thinks of your blasphemy tomorrow,” she says, teasing just the slightest bit of the fire in her voice. “She’s still scared of me, you know. She thinks we’re just the most wicked, awful people ever.” 

“And that’s why we’re invited to her party?” 

“Shut up. Let me have this.” 

“Sure. You’re awful and scary and horrible, and if I don’t stop throwing marshmallows at you, you’ll what, burn me to a crisp?” 

“Something like that,” Mal manages, but between the fire she’s keeping in her mouth and the way Jay is backing her into the counter, it comes out breathier than she intended. “I mean, I’m the hot one, right?” 

Jay laughs. “I’m the hot one, baby dragon. Evie’s the smart one, C’s the nerdy one, and you’re the dangerous one.” 

Mal tips her chin up to meet his eyes. Stupid boys, growing taller than her. It shouldn’t be such a delight to know that he’s taller now because he’s off the isle, and Auradon has given them all the chance to grow. “You think I’m hot.” 

Jay grins. “I think you’re dangerous.” 

“I think you should stop backing me against the counter and let me get up on it again.” 

Jay moves back a barely-preceptable half of a step, just enough for Mal to get her hands on the counter behind her and use her arms and core to pull herself up to sit on the edge. It’s been hot outside, but here in the kitchen the cold stone of the counter is smooth and shockingly chilly against the bare backs of her thighs. The little lavender tennis skirt Evie told her to wear today is cute, but it’s too short to protect her from the chill. It’s so sort she’s practically exposed already, just sitting up here like this. 

Maybe that’s the point. 

Jay leans forward again, now that Mal is safely on her perch. “You need the high ground to feel strong?” he asks her, teasing. “Little baby dragon wants to feel tall again?” 

“As if,” Mal scoffs. As if she is a dragon, and she could fly anywhere in the world if she wanted to, and it’s just a coincidence that she’s still here in the kitchen. “I just like the view from up here.” 

Jay is so close, and so warm, and so very inside her personal space. “The view, huh?” 

“And maybe the leverage,” Mal admits. From up here she’s able to cup Jay’s face between her palms, her thumbs on the sharp planes of his cheekbones and the heels of her hands at the edge of his jaw. She’s not wearing gloves right now, and the warmth of his bare skin against her own is startling. “You wanna do something about it?” 

Jay leans in, crowding her further against the counter until he’s pressed right into the hollow between her legs, where she’s hot and getting hotter, and plants his hands firmly, one on the counter and one on the curve of Mal’s hip. “I wouldn’t want to disturb the dragon.” 

[some-say-kosm]

Was tagged by @ravenstagged ayy thank u!! 🖤

Relationship status: bro im so fucking. lone ly.,,,

Favourite color: blue!

Pets: two brainless and bastardly creatures (also known as cats)

The orange one is Ciccio and the black one is Oscar :3

Cats or dogs: cats supremacy! Dogs are cool too but i love those little weirdos too much 🥺

Coke or pepsi: i hardly ever drink either lol genuinely can't tell them apart

Day or night: night! Been very into going to sleep at 2 am and destroying my sleep schedule lately ✨

Chapstick or lipstick: neither. I'll be sitting here during winter months with thee driest crustiest lips, going "hm. I should probably put some chapstick on". And then i don't. Hashtag skincare routine.

Text or call: both tbh? I don't mind talking on the phone with friends, i actually prefer it if we're having a serious/emotional conversation, cus texts feel a bit impersonal. Also i'm one of those annoying people who will occasionally send a 2 mins voice message to say something that could have easily taken 20 seconds. Sorry.

Last song i listened to: we're on a ??? hours Francesca by Hozier lockdown

Favorite band/artist: i'm a "i listen to a bit of everything" basic bitch, but off the top of my head uhhh Hozier, Ethel Cain, Florence + the machine, Halsey, Muse, MCR, Nine inch nails

Any hobbies: mostly reading and playing videogames :]

who i want to know better: tagging @artoriasss @serpentdyke @sunriseparabellum (no pressure, only if u guys want to do it 💕) and anyone else who wants to, if u see this ur tagged :)

[aliceyabusamesoneball]

piper living life

headphoens: We packin' diamond pistols

Uh, baby get low 'cause I already am

Starin' through a skirt like I'm Superman

My hair at an inch, your boy Dapper Dan

I always look fit, I ain't got a cramp

Cut shorty off 'cause I'm short term

Controlling my joystick, now it's your turn

I don't listen to a chirp, bro that's your bird

Dude's bent out of shape 'cause they got curved

I could suck a titty while I'm standing up

Don't ever fucking tell me I ain't man enough (Bitch)

Standing 5'8", voice 6'5"

Your whole whip crackin' 'cause we're short guys (Ayy, ayy)

I'm five foot something but my bills all paid

On my tippy-toes from L.A. to the Bay

Going off the deep end, chill in the shallow

You don't need your heels, girl, just bring a towel

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama, ayy

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama, ayy

And I must be this tall to ride

I'm a fun-sized, super nice guy

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama ayy, shorty

All my shirt tags say XM

Got girls sayin' I'm they best friend

Pants not cuffed, they just hemmed

She all in my hotspot 'cause she tetherin'

Still stand tall I don't need height

Using all my words I ain't gotta fight

The glove only comes off at night

Give my shirt to her, bet it fit right

Stuntin' in my platform shoes

I serenade, you just built like a flute

In the airport lounge, sippin' free booze

In economy, still got leg room (Ayy, ayy)

I'm five foot something but my bills all paid

On my tippy-toes from L.A. to the Bay

Going off the deep end, chill in the shallow

You don't need your heels girl, just bring a towel

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama, ayy

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama, ayy

And I must be this tall to ride

I'm a fun-sized, super nice guy

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama ayy, shorty

Welcome back to Short Kings Radio

Now we're gonna hear from one of our listeners

Caller Number Five, you are on the air

Yo, I just wanna give a big shout out to TMG

Uh, that new shit, uh (Mhm), that shit got me laid

I'm 5"2' and like I've never had a song

Empower me as a Short King (Haha, okay)

So I just wanna say, thank you TMG

Thank you blackbear for getting me uh, fucking laid dude

Uh, it was sick, dude, thank you

Thank you so much

Haha, well that's great to hear caller, glad you got your dick wet

Next up, Halsey

[firstaidspray]

So I ran a poll on how you guys pronounce my oc Nonia's name. Here are the results!!

Originally I was gonna make a video with me talking so 1. You guys would finally hear my voice and my apparent "confusing accent that comes and goes" and 2. I could give you the most accurate pronunciation, but my throat hurts and I've got sinus congestion so I would've sounded bad. Instead, you get it in written form.

The correct pronunciation of Nonia is...

Non-yah !!!!

18% of you pronounce it as it's intended to be, including me I guess, because I had to vote to view the results for some reason. Not to say anything bad about those who say it differently, it's understandable!! It's a weird name that came to me in a dream so like. I understand why you see this name and you're like "who the hell is named Nonia and how tf is that even said?"

Here's some story on WHY Nonia is pronounced as "non-yah." It was a dream where my perspective was like I was watching a movie- Nonia was a character in that "movie." She worked at a gas station and looked just as I portray her, and her name tag said Nonia. When the customer asked what her name was, she said it, pronounced as "non-yah." The customer said, "Okay, Fine, don't tell me," thinking that she said "none ya," as in "none ya business." Nonia then pointed to her nametag and said "no really, it's Nonia, like Sonia with an N," and proceeded to explain to the customer that her parents came up with the name and its pronunciation as a pun, knowing that this incident would happen sometimes in the future and it would be "funny." She doesn't think so. Reese does.

So yeah, my brain, in a dream, came up with a stupid ass pun for an otherwise, imo, cute name. Later into the dream, her full name was shown to be Nonia Fonzarelli. Keep in mind I had this dream and created this character when I was like 14, so I had no idea what the fuck Happy Days was or who The Fonz was. I don't even think I'd seen that Family Guy episode about the church Peter dedicates to the Fonz. I'd just heard his name somewhere apparently, and it lived in my subconscious until it decided to become the last name of a burnt out gas station employee with a stupid pun for a first name.

So, that's the correct pronunciation of Nonia, and the story behind it. If you still read it in another way, that's totally cool, brains will read things how they wanna read things. Just know you're supposed to be imagining Gary Cole talking in a southern accent saying "non-yah." Hope this was an educational post on my favorite girl. As Peter would say, [Nonia] Fonzie be with you. Ayy.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

aerie (you are loved)

by jesterjac

"You okay?" Wilbur asked softly, leaning forward against the counter.

"Yeah," Tommy replied, his voice nearly failing him from recent lack of use and maybe some emotion he wouldn't dare to look in the eye.

"You sure? You seem kind of..." A vague hand gesture.

"Yeah man, I'm fine," Tommy replied, suddenly feeling very far away. His words sounded hollow, even to him.

In which Tommy spends a day with two of his favourite people in the world :)

Words: 1882, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of late night fics with ur fave Sad author ✨, Part 16 of jesterjac’s fics!

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson, TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson, Wilbur Soot & Kristin Rosales Watson

Additional Tags: Fluff, Found Family, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Comfort, Comfort No Hurt, no beta ayy, TommyInnit Gets a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), oh boy i love that tag, IRL Fic, Domestic Fluff, Comfort Reading

[aeugi]

— so… it’s a date? 📓

alternatively, 3 times she asked him out and the 1 time he agreed. ֺ۪ ⭒ ݂

tags: 3+1, college!au (woo! idk anything abt college!), friends (idiots) to lovers, pure fluff—i think! [no additional warnings there’s nothing bad :p] author’s note: happy mensive, angel! this is basically an epilogue/spin-off from with you i’m just a baby, i hope this isn’t too bad i haven’t written anything in forever—love you lots, xx. <3__<3

“so,” a blond girl starts, sitting across her ravenette counterpart, barely whispering her sentences in the quiet corner of the library—her eyes barely lifting from her laptop screen, but she fidgets with the keyboard, furiously deleting words as quick as she wrote them.

“so..?” the raven haired girl responded in bated curiosity. she took a long pause in her note taking after hours of scribbling equations, an eyebrow raised up to signal the other girl to continue. the sun shines in from the grand windows, a picturesque view of autumn bleeding in through the panels.

“i like kurt.” she confesses. her hands still nimbly clicking on her keyboard, but her eyes travel over to the girl sitting across her, her gaze scanning and waiting for her reaction.

a sigh follows.

“elle, i know.”

“i’ve liked him since— wait. what do you mean you know.” elle, who had prepared herself to go on a tangent, stopped at the blunt words. a nonchalant shrug from the girl who went back to doodling spirals on her binder paper follows, along with a non-committal hum.

“jole! what do you mean you know…” drawling out her words into a whine, she finally took her hands of her keyboard, her focus fully on the girl across her, “it was supposed to be a surprise! you should’ve been shocked!”

“i’ve seen you give him puppy dog eyes since eleventh grade, elle,” joleane jabs her pen at elle’s direction, sending the blonde a teasing glance, “what i’m surprised by is the fact that he hasn’t caught on by now. you do know that everyone but you two knows, right?” jole musses up her hair, black strands falling in front of her eyes. her casual tone receiving a sharp gasp from elle.

“you’re lying, take that back! …do they really?” horror flashes onto her face, her hand covering up her unhinged jaw and her eyes widened from shock.

“yo. what’re we talkin’ about?” a voice cuts through elle’s sudden sulking. someone slides to the seat beside her, placing down books and an ipad.

“just about elle’s big fat crush,” joleane quips, not missing a beat. elle’s face burns hotter.

“oh? are you planning on confessing to kurt soon, eyye?” their friend, ayis, asks. her expression fares kindness, but there was mischief in her eyes. she opens up her ipad and textbooks, starting to plan out notes.

“you… knew? all this time…?” the blonde gasped, elle’s voice being barely a whisper.

“sayang, everybody did,” ayis starts, sending her a comforting glance, “i mean. everybody but you two, it seems.” groaning in response, elle felt the colors drain from her face, much preferring to dramatically slam her head to the hardwood table.

“why don’t you ask him out on a date? he’d love that.” joleane quipped.

elle’s eyes lit up, “maybe i will.”

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