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#Bellum babbles#and hopefully I'll get another ASMR out in the next couple weeks too fingers crossed#thank you guys for all the support aaaaaa <3 <3 <3
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Witches, Curses, Dream Lords Oh My!
[Morpheus x Reader (Howl's Moving Castle Au)]
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- In a world with witches and wizards, one the most feared and skilled of them all is a loner by the name of The Sandman
TW] Implications of low-self esteem, Verbal Harassment, The act of digging nails into someone's wrists
~Chapter One~
You were sitting at your desk, gently sewing together some additional touches of a line of hats the shop wanted to sell for the oncoming season. Humming softly to the music box that lay open beside you, you reached to grab another pin while the afternoon train came rolling down the tracks. Black clouds trailed behind it, momentarily shading the window in the lobby. You paused, waiting for it to pass until you continued your work, and started humming again.
“Oh! Y/n didn’t you hear the clock chime?” Your manager stood in the doorway, holding her jacket and gloves. “You don’t have to keep working, why don’t you come out to the festival with us?”
“I'm alright, thank you though,” You smiled at her and held up one of the hats. “I just want to finish the rest of these pieces, besides, I have plans to visit Johanna this afternoon.”
She put a hand on her heart and sighed.
“You two are sweet, Y/n. Alright, let me know if you need anything! Make sure you tell her I said hello.” You nodded and she walked out to the waiting girls in the lobby.
“Do you see it?” One of the girls in the other room exclaimed, and you leaned back in your chair to see them all looking out of the long window.“There! Just beyond the clouds!”
“See what?” Another girl asked.
“The Sandman’s castle! Oh, I wonder if he's visiting town for the parade!”
“You don’t think he's really back in the Wastes again?” A younger girl asked. She nervously wrung the hems of her sleeves. “You've heard the stories, he tore out a young woman’s heart last time- who knows what he did to it afterwards!”
“Well you won't have to worry about that,” The first girl’s smile turned into a snicker. “He only steals the hearts of pretty girls~”
“Hey! That's not nice!”
You stood up and rolled your eyes, moving to close your door when a different girl exclaimed,
“No! There’s his palace!” And against your better judgment, you turned to look outside as well.
A puff of white smoke shot out of the castle; if you could even call it that. It looked more like a village on legs, with decaying trees clinging on to what little leaves they had left. It creaked on rusty hinges as it moved further up the mountains, and when the fog finally caught it— it was gone again. Royal planes zipped by, waving the bright pink and yellow colors of your country. They hovered where the castle just was for a few heartbeats, until carrying on with the patrols.
“He's just a coward.” The first girl rolled her eyes. “He's been on the run from the King for how long?”
“Girls!” Your manager called from the door. “Let’s go!”
The other girls giggled as they walked away, already moving their focus to the festival they were celebrating. A strange, compelling, feeling kept you in a daze as you stared after the long gone palace. If you stared hard enough, you thought you could still hear the whining of the machinery behind the clouds. Your heart tugged wildly and you stumbled out of your reverie, bracing a hand against your doorframe to keep from falling over.
A handful of breathing exercises helped to calm you down. You had never had such a reaction to the Sandman’s castle before, but then again, it had never been so close to the town before, it typically liked to walk itself along the mountains or distant plains to make quicker getaways.
When your heart finally stilled, you sat back down and tried to ignore the trembling in your hands. But working couldn't do you any good, you've already completed most of the hats, and anytime you tried to pick up your needle, you would only drop it again.
The finished hats stared back at you as you rested your head in your hands, boredom and nervousness gnawing at the ends of your brain. The town outside was bustling, everyone getting ready for the big celebration that was the Spring Festival. With a determined sigh, you stood up, dusted off your dress, and gathered your personal belongings.
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“The city is much more alive than I thought.” You commented to yourself, narrowly avoiding the carriages as the square filled with pedestrians and soldiers. Most areas would soon become blocked off for the parade that should be happening in just fifteen minutes. So everyone that had procrastinated was trying to get to where they needed to be for the best view of the festivities.
You noticed the bus that was headed north of the town rang its boarding bell, and you jogged to catch up before it took off. Its compartment was packed full of people, so you just held the outside railing to keep from falling out. Ten minutes later, you got off and looked down at the bakery’s address, and started walking towards its direction.
Several cars honked at you as you traversed through the road, and the brightly colored flags being waved by the marching guards caught your attention. The parade through the Wastes should be starting at any minute. You thought about the large crowd of people and cringed, deciding to take a detour through the alleyways to avoid the insanity of the Spring Festival.
You looked down at the address again, trying to mentally figure out how many more turns you had to take to make it out to the main road again. Some shuffling caught your attention, and you realized you had almost run into a pair of guards.
“Why Hello– It seems like a lovely lady lost her way,” The blond guard commented, leaning in closer than you would have preferred. His friend took notice of you as well, a dangerous smile growing across his face.
“Oh, I'm not lost, so if you'll excuse me–” The brunet guard blocked the other side of the alleyway, slyly leaning against the rifle he held.
“What's the rush, why don’t we take you for a drink first?”
“No thank you.” You tried to be firm, but it felt like you had done nothing more than whisper by how quickly they laughed at your statement.
“I told you, you always end up scaring all the pretty ones.” The blond teased his friend. “I think it's the ugly whiskers you've got growing out of your nose.”
“I think I prefer her more scared than shy.” He purred and he and his friend stepped closer. Your heart was hammering out of your chest and you were ready to turn around and run when a pair of footsteps sounded behind you.
“Sorry I took so long, I was looking everywhere for you, my dear.” A cold hand pressed against the small of your back and a towering figure leaned over your shoulder. “I see you’ve found some new friends…”
“Back off, buddy.” The blond guard challenged, and the brunet puffed up his chest. “We’re busy here.”
“Is that so?” The black haired stranger smiled. “I could've sworn you were both leaving.” With his left hand, he tossed some dust onto their shoes, and to your shock– the guards stood up straight and began marching away from the two of you in unison, exclamations of their surprise going with them.
“What.. what did you do to them?” You stammered, watching the two guards walk out into the parade and then vanished into the crowds.
“They’ll be fine,” He dismissed, and he withdrew his hand— you’d forgotten he was even holding you— and then held his arm out to you. “Where are you headed? I’ll escort you in case they come back.” You glanced at his arm before looking up at his face. He was… certainly handsome. Wispy dark hair floated around him as if he were suspended in water, and we wore an oversized black jacket that could fit the skies within them. Below that was a white poet’s shirt, and a red ruby hung from his neck, somehow glinting in the shadowed alleyway. His jaw was chiseled and his lips were strung into a light smile.
“Oh, uh, thank you. I'm headed to Cesari’s. The new bakery that's downtown?” Your face grew hot as he leaned in closer to whisper into your ear.
“I don’t mean to alarm you but I'm being followed. Just try to act natural.” He didn't entirely back away from you as he started walking, still remaining close enough that you could feel the cold chill of his entire body. Despite your circumstance, you felt pleasantly warmed by his presence.
You gripped his arm just a little tighter when you passed other people in the alleyway that you wouldn't normally expect to see. A creeping feeling of anxiousness arose when a particularly well-dressed couple stopped when you passed them; and suddenly turned around and began following you.
“My apologies, it looks like you’re involved now.” The stranger held your arm closer to his side, suddenly taking off at a much faster pace, attempting to outrun whoever was behind you. As you both darted through the twisting maze of the Waste’s alleyways, you noticed a whole group of people blocking your way out. Bile rose in your throat as they all grinned, and then you noticed a black void where their eyes should have been. “Hold onto me,” Your black-haired savior commanded, and you barely had enough time to react before he jumped into the air, well above the walls that lined the alleyways, and even further above the buildings standing next to them.
You shut your eyes, expecting to plummet back towards the ground for a sickening death. “Johanna is going to kill me for dying.” You thought sadly. But the brutal impact never came. Gentle laughter came from beside you, and a small wave of embarrassment washed around you.
“You can open your eyes, it’s safe up here.” The stranger laughed, and your sheepish emotions transformed in shock as you realized you were floating over the town below. “Now you just straighten your legs, and start walking.” And just as he said, you began walking through the air as though on invisible platforms. He adjusted your grip on your arm to hold both of your hands instead, and he leaned his head over your shoulder. His wispy hair tickled your skin and your face flushed as he leaned against your neck. “You’re perfect at this, my dear.”
You noticed the bustling city below you, they looked like little ants from the height you were walking at. There was a slow descent and the two of you stepped in unison onto the spire of the town hall. You noticed a familiar sign above a quaint building with red shingles.
“Down there,” You motioned with your hand. “That's Cesari’s.” Your savior nodded and pulled back, simply deciding to hold just your left hand as he led you to the balcony. You'd be lying if you said you didn’t miss his closeness already. The thump echoed as you landed, and he held your elbows to steady you as you remember what it felt to be under gravity again. After he was certain you wouldn’t fall, his grip changed back.
“I’ll lead them away from here, just stay put so they don’t follow you.” He still held your hands, and you had a feeling he was not keen on letting go. You both didn’t blink as he leaned just a little closer, and you swore at this proximity, he could hear how fast your heart was beating. You glanced down at his lips, and then back up to meet his gaze; And oh gods how did you just now notice his eyes.
They were a beautiful, deep black, reflecting the light as though they were made out of glass. You felt as if he were gazing into your soul, pinning down all of the characteristics of yourself and laying them for the world to see. A ring of white danced around his iris, and you felt as if he held twin stars within them. Your brain short circuited for just a moment, and only then you realized he was still waiting for you to respond.
“Okay,” You whispered, worried any more words would ruin the trance you both appeared to be stuck in. Barely a moment had passed but it felt like just enough to last you a lifetime, and then maybe another infinite amount of years.
“That's my girl.” He winked and with the flourish of sand, he vanished– so quickly and without a trace it left you wondering if you'd dreamt the whole thing.
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“Y/n L/n!” A commanding voice shouted across the hall from you as a ball of protective fury ran towards you. A hint of fear shook you as Johanna tumbled into you, grabbing your hands and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. You went to lean into it, but all too soon the Constantine was gripping your shoulders and staring you down. “Someone just told me you floated down onto the balcony, for the love of anything holy, tell me it isn't true.”
“So I didn’t imagine it then, did I?” You pondered aloud, glancing back out of the window. It was no use, he was gone with the crowds, but your heart behaved as though he were still breathing right next to you. Johanna pinched the bridge of her nose and you looked back at her.
“Johanna!” A friendly male voice called, “You could use my office, if you’d like.” Her shoulders tightened just slightly, You assumed it was to hide her discomfort, and she gave him her best customer service smile.
“No thanks, I should really get back to work.” You both made eye contact again and she just barely managed to not roll her eyes. She grabbed your hand and led you to the basement of the restaurant. Workers were busy lifting heavy boxes and lugging around equipment, but most of them still turned to smile at Johanna. She would always give one back, but it quickly fell away when they looked away.
“You are so lucky to be alive right now, Y/n.” She finally said when they were in a quiet area. “That man was obviously a wizard, and if he was the Sandman--”
“But he was kind, and polite.” You argued absentmindedly. The mysterious man just couldn't leave our mind, and you still felt the ghostly feel of his hands along your back and wrists. A pleasant chill cascaded down your spine. “He rescued me, Johanna.”
“Okay… and if he were the Sandman he would’ve taken your heart and; Oh I don't know, eaten it?!” She rubbed her forehead and pinned you down with a stern gaze. “You have to be more careful, you know, they say even the Corinthian is on the hunt again. I can’t bear to have anything bad happen to you.”
“I'll be okay, besides– the Sandman only takes the hearts of pretty girls, so I don’t have to worry about that.”
“Y/n I swear on our King’s name if I hear you speak like that about yourself again—”
Her rant was cut short when a familiar coworker of Johanna’s peaked her curly-haired head through the doorway.
“Jo? The cakes have finished,” She wore long plastic gloves, and her tan skin was dusted with flour. You also noticed some dessert batter caked into her apron. “And, the patrons miss you, of course. Oh, Hey Y/n!”
You waved at her and Johanna rolled her eyes playfully.
“I'll be there in just a minute, Rach. Try not to lose any customers while I’m gone.” Rachel snorted and leaned against the doorframe.
“It’s a miracle we don’t lose them with your oh-so wonderful customer service. But I guess I’ll manage; I’ll see you around, Y/n.” And she slunk back into the kitchens, out of sight.
Johanna stared where she stood for an extra few minutes when you stood up and dusted off your clothes.
“Alright, I didn’t mean to keep you for so long, I just wanted to say hello.” Johanna looked back at you and sighed deeply. You both walked out through the back door and she stopped you before you could fully take off.
“Y/n, do you really want to spend your life in that dusty hatter’s shop? You could move in with Rachel and I, she loves you– she won’t mind,”
“It was very important to my parents, Jo, you know this. Besides, I’m doing just fine on my own.” You tried to slink your hands out of hers, but her grip was too strong.
“I know, but is it really what you want to do?” You wilted under her gaze and gently pulled your hands out of her grasp. This time she let you. “It’s your life, maybe it’s time you stuck up for yourself and lived it. Or maybe just stuck up for yourself in general.” She added dryly. A flare of embarrassment riled up inside you, but you managed to control it before you started shouting at her.
“I’ll see you around, Jo.” You said shortly, and without even a hug goodbye, you turned your back to her and started walking home.
Her words had genuinely meant a lot, (and hurt a lot more than you would like to admit.) They always did whenever she commented about the life you led. She was your best friend, most of the time you would even consider her your sister. But her concern in your personal matters felt invasive at times, and you just wanted to prove you could handle an adult life on your own.
As you boarded the bus back to the upper side of town, you pondered her words a little more. She always had your best interest in heart, you know this, and a part of you felt horrible for being so short with her. But a small voice still nagged at the back of your mind, one that whispered she needed to mind her own business; that you could handle it. You fiddled with the seams of your sleeve and you continued to think about it all the way back home.
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A sigh of relief left you as you finally entered the shop, lighting the candles and locking the door. You had just put your jacket and hat up when you heard the door open, and a young man in a light brown jacket entered the store. His dark sunglasses reflected the low firelight, and you wondered why he would need them at this time of night. He glanced around briefly before turning his full attention onto you.
“Excuse me, sir.” You tensed as you turned to face him. “But we are currently closed– our hours are on the sign out front.” You were absolutely certain you locked the door behind you, but waved it off. It had been a long day, you probably just forgot about it on your way in.
“I have to give him credit,” the stranger disregarded your remark, slid his hands into his pockets and examined the many displayed hats. “Dream always managed to surround himself with pretty things.” Your fists clenched at his comment, wondering who he could ever be talking about.
“Pardon, who is Dream?” You questioned him, but he didn't elaborate, just kept smiling. Remembering what Johanna had said, you gathered your courage, and briskly moved past him to open the door.
“Well, I’m sorry sir, but we are closed. So if you’ll please exit the premises, or I will alert the authorities.” His grin sickeningly widened more, and he reached up to take off his sunglasses.
“Standing up to the Corinthian~ Now that takes guts, Ma’am.” Fear crashed against your back in tidal waves and you moved to run out of the shop, but the eyeless zombies from earlier were blocking the way. You turned back, but he was already a hair-length away from you. A scream escaped your mouth as he grabbed your wrist, blunt nails digging into the skin, and the smell of burning flesh wafted through the air until it was the only thing you could smell. With what little courage you had left, you went to stare him in the eye– but whatever air was left in your lungs dissipated as you stared into two more bloody sets of teeth where his eyes should have been.
An agonizing, searing pain flowed throughout your body, and you fell to the floor, convulsing as the dark magic diffused through your bloodstream.
“My regards to the Sandman,” He smiled wide, showing off all six rows of teeth, and then he was gone— locking the door behind him.
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os2 x eclipse ep2 part 2 of my silly little commentary
oh thats weird, why is the cafe for all worker hosting the competition?
(huzzah i am funnie)
seriously tho, youd think aye would recognise them
YAYYYYYY WAT WONNNN
SANI TAKING PHOTOS GHRDFJBG I LOVE HER
SHES SO PROUD OF HIM
"this is my first short film. sorry- our first. it's a story of what we face in real life. Thank you to all my friends for always supporting me. Thank you to my advisor, Teacher Sani. If you hadn't asked me that day, I wouldn't have made it here today. I also want to thank my family. Even though they don't really approve of me making movies, they secretly transferred me money in the end. Thank you."
EVERY SENTENCE HE SAID WAS ANOTHER REASON TO CRY
HOLY HELL IM NOT OKAY
OMG
hell yes imma add this to the collection
"even though your movie is not very perfect, i could see the power and sincerity in it." "thank you" "keep making films. dont give up." "i wont" HIS LITTLE SHRUG- I CANTTT
BGRHEFJDBS
HES SO HAPPY
ITS MAKING ME HAPPY
I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
PROBABLY TOO MUCH
BUT ITS FINE
THIS JUDGE GUY IS SO COOL
IM GONNA CRY
I LOVE THIS GEHIRKBSG
FIEWUKJSBDGFEKJBSDGFOU4EJWBNFIOKNEWDSPIGNVPIERKDSFPIN4EWSDPIGNVPEORIDNSGOPVIENBRPISDGNVEORIJDSBGNPIO34JBWENGPIVE4PRIKGHJBOPEIRNFDOIBJN THE HUG
HES SO HAPPYYYYY
IM SOBBING
SANIS FACE-
NAMO LITERALLY SEES EVERYTHING
HOW DOES HE SEE EVERYTHING
HE ALWAYS KNOWS
the lights went out
finally
here it is
aye's about to be dramatic
and im probably gonna scream and cry (in a good way)
GUITAR CHORD STRUM THINGY GHDRBHT
YUP
YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP
YAYYYY
im giggling and sobbing at the same time
HES CRYING AAAA
im so glad im watching this now instead of last night bc its so much easier to scream out loud
AND AKK'S GONNA START SINGING TOO, RIGHT???
LOOK AT HIS FLIPIN FACE AAAAAA
YES
YES
YES
GIUERKDSBJGREUVJB
IM SCREAMING AND SOBBING AND LAUGHING AND DYING AND GIGGLING ALL AT THE SAME TIME SOMEBODY HELP
GFUIREBGNIUEFRBAAAAAAAAA
im sobbing
hes such a good singer
i love first's voice so much
WAIT I ONLY JUST NOTICED THAT LINE
"if you dont like it, if you're not okay, let me know. ill stop."
the freaking PARALLELS
IM SCREAMING SO LOUD RN
THE FREAKING FLASHBACKS
WHAT THE HELL
IM DYING
GIRHDKBJGFBJTKRDFAAAAAAA
IM NOT OKAY AND THEY ARE THE REASON WHY
ITS THE EXACT SAME SCENE
EPISODE 10, 3/4, IT'S EXACTLY THE SAME AS THAT
AND THAT SCENE HAPPENS TO BE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES
SO I AM COMPLETELY DYING
BUT ITS LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME SCENE
THEYRE SO SILLY
I LOVE THEM
AAAAAAAAAAAA
WELL NOW ITS EXACTLY THE SAME AS EPISODE 11 WHERE THEYRE LYING IN BED
ITS THE SAME FREAKING THING
THESE FREAKING PARALLELS WILL BE THE END OF ME
oooo graduation blessing
"people say that life is like a journey. i want you to keep going forward to reach each of your destinations or goals." I LOVE HER
"keep going forward without knowing if there's light at the end of the tunnel" SERIOUSLY KAN, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KEEP VOICING MY FEARS, ITS RUDE
"of course. you guys have done it before. you have walked out of those dark shadows." TY SANI THATS SO SWEET IM CRYING
THUAKAN MOMENT
PLATONIC WATSANI MOMENT
OMG
Y E S
YES YES YES YES
THIS IS LITERALLY EXACTLY WHAT I WAS HOPING FOR
I SCREAMED SO LOUD
THEY HUGGGGGGGG
"thank you for never letting go of my hand" WHAT THE HELL THE PARALLELS- NOW ITS THE SCENE AT THE START OF EPISODE 10 WHERE AYE FAINTS AND THEY GO TO HIS HOUSE AND THEY FALL ASLEEP AND THEY FALL ASLEEP HOLDING HANDS AND AYE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND HOLY HELL
THIS IS THE GREATEST FREAKING EPISODE OF ANYTHING EVER OH MY GOODNESS
my face hurts from smiling so much in this episode
SERIOUSLY, THE PARALLELS ARE INSANE
EVEN THEIR EXPRESSIONS ARE EXACTLY THE SAME
"i love you too. shortstop." AAAAAAAAAA
damn, they end with what they cut out of the actual show
i love them so much
oh, look at that, theyre ending with what the actual show had to cut out
anyway WHAT THE HELL THAT WAS INCREDIBLE
EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT WAS PERFECTION
MY NEW FAVOURITE EPISODE OF ANYTHING EVER
AND PUENTALAY NEXT WEEK???? GIUERJKBDG
oh look at that i used up all 30 photos again
how the hell is anything real rn
THEYRE GONNA BE DADS?????? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL
WELL
THAT WAS SOMETHING
im gonna go cry for the rest of the day, peace out
#quodekash watches our skyy 2 despite desperately needing to sleep#quodekash watches the eclipse#quodekash rewatches the eclipse#the eclipse#the eclipse series#the eclipse the series#akkayan#ayanakk#thuakan#kanthua#watnamo#platonic watsani#firstkhao#khaofirst#firstkhaotung#khaotung thanawat#first kanaphan#our skyy 2#our skyy x the eclipse#neolouis#louisneo#neo trai#louis thanawin#pawin kulkaranyawich#aj chayapol#ployphach phatchatorn#GO4UERLDHGOIRN
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Hey, just want to let you know that what you’re going through sounds really tough, but we’re here for you! It’s okay to vent about your troubles from time to time!
(Also, I’m enthralled by your NiGHTS Princess Tutu AU, interesting premise and I can’t wait for the next page!)
aaaaaa omg this is so heartwarming i can't ;O; i'm truly happy to get so many support, you guys are really the best :'(
thank you so, so much for caring and understanding. i feel kinda awkward to tell something personal in this blog, since it's not my diary, but hey... at least i can be sure there are people who's ready to cheer me up <3
and thanks a lot for being so interested in my au! aus are like my children, i'm always happy whenever you say you like them xD also, my apologies for not posting new pages, things been really tough in my life, oof. it's always kinda hard working on big aus when your head is full of thoughts. i rarely finish long aus, so i'm trying to shorten them so i could finish them at least, haha (that's why they're all look like sketches, lol).
anyway, thanks again for your kindness, it means a lot!!
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Love In The Air episode 3 live reaction under the cut (long post)
Prapai is actually such a cutie
But so is Payu when he's smiling to himself (a smile that's usually meant for Rain)
Rain is baby tho
And Sky has their shared braincell like 99% of the time
Why is he writing on the board in English lol
And the way the camera pans over "How to date him in 30 days" and then snaps back to "him" xD
Love how Sky asks but then accepts it with no further questions <3
Also Rain keeps pretending he's only doing this so Payu will stop calling him stupid but it was Rain himself who decided that the only way to get Payu to stop was to make him fall in love (totally logical conclusion ofc that has nothing to do with the fact that he would have let Payu do whatever he wanted to him in that bathroom stall)
Rain should have brought gifts or notes to leave for Payu when he wasn't there come on dude make him think of you
OH. PRAPAI AND SKY DEFINITELY ALREADY HAVE SOMETHING GOING ON!!! Prapai was in a good mood and said it was thanks to Payu - and Sky didn't elaborate on what happened that night and just said he was fine AND NOW HE'S WALKING IN WITH A BIG FAT HICKEY ON HIS NECK boiiiis you ain't slick
Sky is so done with Rain lmao
Hahaha the dude working at the garage is the real MVP he's the shipper the matchmaker the enabler the supporter the sidekick that makes Payu's plan work I love him
PAHAHAHA RAIN FORCING HIMSELF TO BE POLITE
Payu really has a thing for politeness, huh? Or is it just about being dominant 👀
RAIN PRETENDING HE DOESN'T LIKE PAYU AND DOESN'T CARE BOIII DROP THE ACT
Rain is such a little brat I LOVE their dynamic
He's actually playing hard to get which means Payu ends up having to work for it (which only works because Payu is already interested) which does in fact help with making him fall in love
RAIN ANNOUNCING THAT HE'S HITTING ON PAYU TO THE WHOLE RESTAURANT LMAO
PAYU WANTING TO BE FED AND RAIN GOING "you have hands" I FUCKING CAN'T WITH THESE TWO who thought the cute one would be the cold one and the cool guy would be all soft and smiley
"Try replacing my 'stupid' with 'cute'" SO EVERY TIME HE SAID STUPID HE MEANT CUTE THIS MAN IS ALREADY HEAD OVER HEELS
And Rain gets sooooo shy about it awwwww babyyyyyyy and his smile is so adorable aaaaaa
Sky is still so done with Rain (same bby) and the guy behind Rain is fascinated with the taste of his pen cap wtf is going on
Rain still playing hard to get huh
And Aon getting caught in the middle of PayuRain
Every time Rain plays hard to get a little smile breaks through his stern face bc he can't contain the butterflies he gets from Payu's affection and I think that's beautiful
"What are you looking at?" - "A cutie." <3<3<3
OHMYGAWD THE CUTENESS
The shippers lmaoooo I love them
NOOO DON'T TAKE A NAP YOU'LL BE LATE
The dream tho lol
NOOO RAIN YOU GOTTA PERSIST
He doesn't accept comforting from his crush but goes to see Payu awwwwww
The way Payu packs up his things IMMEDIATELY so he can go home and comfort Rain who's been waiting for him in the pouring rain
THE WAY HE GETS DOWN ON ONE KNEE AND EXTENDS HIS ARMS TO RAIN WHO'S SITTING ON THE FLOOR aaaaaa this is so beautiful he's offering physical contact but leaving the choice up to Rain unlike Ple who squeezed Rain's arm AND RAIN GOES FOR THE HUG which mirrors how he removed Ple's hand from his arm I AM NEVER GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS
He called him good boy oh my
How to make him fall in love with you: break down crying in his arms
"I'm here if you want to talk" THE PLE PARALLELS ARE ACCUMULATING
Payu actually helping Rain to learn from his mistakes and agreeing with his teacher but also sympathizing with him aaaaaaaa so wholesome and healthy
HE CALLED HIM NAUGHTY BOY how many more nicknames does this guy have for Rain
I just need them to kiss again please
"You'll get sick. I don't want to take care of you." HIS LITTLE SMILE WHEN HE PULLED AWAY MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME
Bonus scene: AWWW HE REALLY WAS CRUSHING FROM THE START
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MAY ALL LUNAR ENJOYERS RISE AND PUT OUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR ALL OF THE FUCKING FOOD!!!!! THANK YOU DUCK!
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forty-six. / forty-seven. — the one for me. / alternative ending.
for me. — k. sunoo
✴︎ synopsis: to sunoo, you were just a random girl in one or two of his classes who happens to be friends with his friends while to you, sunoo was the guy who you’ve been swooning over for a year or so. now, with you tweeting about your crush on him on the wrong account, sunoo has just one question. you’re the one who confessed to him, so why the hell is he the one chasing (literally and figuratively) you?
✴︎ pairing: sunoo x fem!reader
✴︎ content/genre: smau, college au, fluff, angst (?)
✴︎ warning(s): swearing, always HEHE unproof read :D
✴︎ note: final chap !! AAAAAA thank you so much for the support you guys,,,, for the alternative ending,,, it's what i originally planned, but im not sure if i'm going to post it. tell me if you guys want it or not <3
"hello, my love." sunoo greets as you come out of the lecture hall with a wide smile on your face. "you have anything to do today?" he asks, kissing your nose as he takes your bag from you even though you have argued with him that you can do it yourself hundreds of times already.
"none, how about you?" you ask and sunoo shakes his head smiling. "you wanna go somewhere?"
"you wanna just stay in my dorm? or your apartment?" sunoo asks.
"your dorm's nearer, so," you laugh and sunoo nods with a smile, kissing your forehead as he grabs your hand while the both of you start walking. "can't believe you lied to me about having the same way home."
"what can i do? i'm a big simp for you." sunoo says, rolling his eyes but smiles anyway. you smile, chuckling as you look ahead to see jeongin.
"hey!" you greet and jeongin smiles, waving as you open your arms, inviting him into a hug. jeongin hugs you on the side as you feel sunoo not letting go of your hand (possibly even tightening his hold).
"long time, huh." jeongin says with a smile. "i'll see you around. hey, sunoo."
"hey," sunoo greets and jeongin walks past, your boyfriend rolling his eyes.
"you're so mean." you say and sunoo shrugs, smiling at you. you roll your eyes but a smile comes up anyway. "you're an idiot." you softly say.
"i'm you're—"
"don't even say it." you say, putting a finger over his lips. sunoo smiles, kissing your finger as you two exited the university premises. "remind me i have to ask you something later, okay?"
"okay." sunoo says, kissing your temple as he pulls you to the nearest ice cream parlor to get his mint chocolate ice cream. dates with sunoo are just never dull, honestly. the two of you could just stay inside and he'd find a way to lighten it up. no dates were ever repeated. sure, you two would go to the same places for sentimental reasons, but you could never say that it was like a date you had before with him.
or maybe you were just really a big simp for sunoo.
as the two of you settled on a tall table with no chairs with your ice creams, sunoo started talking how his day went... saying that his least favorite part of his day was seeing what's his face. god, sunoo.
"can't believe you pick that flavor over mint chocolate." sunoo says as puts on a judgemental face, continuin to eat his ice cream. you glare at him, scooping a large chunk on his ice cream causing him to whine loudly.
people stare at the two of you causing sunoo to cover his mouth as you hide your face on his shoulder, muffling your laughter on his jacket. you lightly hit sunoo on his arm as you pull away, a big smile on your face, mirroring sunoo's.
"hey, you said you wanted to ask me something." sunoo says and you hum.
"so, we've been going out for five months already, right?" you say and sunoo hums as he nods. "of course, after all the unnecessary chasing you have done—"
"you'll never let it go, will you?" sunoo says with a chuckle.
"oh, come on. it's my biggest flex." you said, batting your eyes jokingly. "who would have thought a certain kim sunoo would chase someone?"
sunoo rolls his eyes, smiling as he nods at you.
"i talked to jay and he said it's time for me to take the reins, so," you sigh, scratching the back of your neck, not knowing how to say it. you honestly don't know how people ask people out. how are you going to ask sunoo to finally be your boyfriend?
sunoo's eyes widen, looking at you. "are you asking me to be.. your boyfriend?" he asks and you look at him.
"yeah..?" you say, unsure. "unless you think that's unattractive, then no."
"no, no." sunoo says, shaking his head. "it's just... this is so awkward."
"is it really weird for a girl to make the move?" you ask.
"no." sunoo shakes his head. "you don't know how many times i wished you'd make the first move and maybe confess to me again with no sunghoon snitching you."
"then, what is it?" you ask.
"i thought we are official." sunoo says, looking at you and you place your hands on either sides of your head.
"oh, god." you say, covering your face. "did you ask?"
"well, no." sunoo said. "i just assumed we are when we kissed."
"oh, god." you mumble and sunoo looks at you, pressing his lips into a thin line as he resists his laugh. but he can't.
sunoo giggles, gently grabbing your arm as he pulls you into his chest as he hugs you tight. "you're so cute!" sunoo says with a laugh as he rocks you side to side. "you know what? here's what we're going to do,"
"what?" you ask, looking at him.
"let's have two anniversaries. the date i thought we got together and the date you asked me to be your boyfriend." sunoo suggests and you smile. "deal?"
"well, i'd love that idea." you mumble, drawing circles on his chest. "but you haven't answered my question yet."
"well, technically, you didn't ask yet." sunoo says with a smile.
you chuckle, feeling your ears grows red. "well, kim sunoo, will you finally be my boyfriend?" you ask, looking up into his eyes that shone probably brighter than the stars.
"i'd love to be your boyfriend, y/l/n y/n." sunoo says and you smile, kissing his cheek as he kisses your forehead.
it took them long, but at least they're happy in each other's arms now. it definitely was worth the wait.
✴︎ note: aaaaand the end :( AAAAA YOU GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT YOU'VE GIVEN THIS SERIES. I ALWAYS THOUGHT I WOULD BAIL ON THE MIDDLE BUT YOU GUYS JUST MADE IT EASY FOR ME TO FINISH THIS HBJHSBHSD NO WORDS CAN EXPLAIN HOW THANKFUL I AM PLS SKSKSKSKSKS ilysm you guys huhu <3 for me!sunoo and for me!y/n now signing off. <3
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The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and ranboo - the best mcc team
this is an extra to the great adventures series
the moment you found out ranboo got into mcc you instantly ran into the room you were sharing pulling him into a hug you were honestly so proud of him and he was going to be with tubbo
“BOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU YOU'RE GOING TO DO AMAZING”
unfortunately, you weren’t going to be in mcc this month but that didn’t stop you from being over the moon for your friend. when it was finally time for mcc you wished your friend good luck and apologised for not being able to watch his pov as you weren’t about to break the tradition of watching Tommy after all he was your first and biggest supporter. 3 hours later the event ended and everyone who was watching ranboos pov heard you faintly screaming at Tommy over discord whilst tubbo sat laughing and ranboo was concerned, he heard from Tommy that you would often yell at him however he didn’t believe that he was being honest
“FUCK YOU TOMMY STOP LAUGHING YOU HIT ME IN TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE ON PURPOSE THEN LAUGHED ABOUT ME NOT BEING IN…..fine when I get in I’m requesting to be on Scott's team…I’m still mad at you but you did great I'm so proud of you congrats Tommy I’ll see you soon goodbye”
at the start of the next month, you received a message from Scott
Scott: so I have a few things to tell you 1 - how would you feel about becoming head twitch mod it’s only fair you’ve been my mod for a while and 2 - welcome to mcc make sure to fill in the form asap!
y/n: 1 - of course I’d love to be head twitch mod and 2 - heh??
not long later you received a form at the same time as your friends, you decided not to tell anyone and somehow you managed to keep it a secret, Scott agreed to lie to the others about whos team they’re on as he knew how excited everyone was going to be. today was the day your big secret would be released, you Tommy tubbo and ranboo were sat outside when the notification went out announcing the team honestly you’ll never forget the look on their faces when they realised
MCChampionship_ tweeted: 👑announcing team green guardians 👑
@tommyinnit @tubbolive @ranboosaysstuff @y/n
Watch them in MCC on Saturday, August 28th at 8 pm BST!
“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK”
“congrats y/n”
ranboo didn’t say anything he just tackled you into a hug like you did last month when you found he was in mcc. Tommy and tubbo were still processing what they just read
“Scott fucking lied to me”
“aye I told him to”
“what the fuck”
from then the four of you would constantly stream with each other on the mcc training server, you were a strong team when you weren’t yelling at each other.
time flew by soon enough it was the 28th of August. Tommy genuinely couldn’t believe it his best friend was in mcc and on a team with him and he genuinely believed you all had a decent chance in winning as you were a strong team. Tommy invited you over to stream mcc he claimed it was because there would be three people trying to stream in the same room, in reality, it was because he wanted to see your reaction and be there for your first mcc.
Tommy let you stream from his room he had spent the previous night getting advice from tubbo on how he managed to set up so he could stream with ranboo in the same room.
“you ready y/n”
“of course I’ve been watching and learning from the best”
you and Tommy set up and joined the discord call and the mcc server, it was finally time. similarly to ranboo this was something you had wanted to do since Tommy told you all about it on your way home from school one day. 30 minutes later it was time for the games to begin and this is where the chaos began.
“you know what I hope it’s build mart”
“what the fuck y/n”
“fuck you I’m good at build mart- oh you’re joking it’s fucking parkour tag”
this is when you realised that two screaming teenagers in the same room both trying to stream the event wasn’t the best idea, you and Tommy would constantly scream at poor ranboo who was just trying to hunt the other team
“RANBOO CATCH THEM”
“really y/n?! I thought I’d let them win this round”
unsurprisingly your team was doing great you had won 7/8 rounds but there was still one more round, determined to be the one to get dream you decided to be the hunter
“y/n don’t worry if you can’t get them we’re doing well”
“Y/N IGNORE RANBOO ME AND TOMMY DON'T WANT TO LOSE”
“not putting pressure on me at all thank you boys”
being close friends with technoblade gave you an advantage you didn’t expect due to the fact he helped to “train” you for your first mcc which ended up being the reason you were able to catch them all and then helped the others avoid being caught
“tubbo he's to your left TUBBO I SAID HES TO YOUR LEFT WHY ARE YOU GOING LEFT TOMMY RUN RUN RUN RUN ranboo you’re doing great”
“NO WAY”
you had just successfully won the round against dream sapnap George and quackity and you would never let dream live this down
“do you guys think dream will let me be in one of his manhunts now”
“no”
“fuck you tubbo you’re just mad you couldn’t catch all the runners in yellow yaks. you couldn’t catch jack manifold”
so far everything was going well you were currently in 4th place and your team had high hopes. you all felt the need to confirm to your chats that you’re all not actually mad at each other and not to worry about everything.
the next game was survival games ranboo wasn’t ready for this due to the last mcc where he died pretty early on, it started well you all stuck together as a team until the game was nearly over and you got distracted by a chest and ran away from the others whilst they were fighting another team this ended up being a happy accident in disguise you got the notification that Tommy tubbo and ranboo were killed fighting another team
“oh fuck”
“WE COULD HAVE WON WAIT Y/N DID YOU DIE”
“no”
tubbo could practically hear your smile as you explained to them that you ran off and was currently under a tree watching the others fight, you used the fact they died in the game to your advantage they would tell you if anyone was coming to attack you whilst you ran around collecting loot avoiding the others shooting arrows
“AYO STOP FUCKING SHOOTING ME ITS MY FIRST MCC LET ME WIN”
“Y/N HAVE YOU GOT LAVA”
“I DO AAAAAA PISS OFF LET ME WIN”
“USE THE LAVA YOU CAN EASILY TAKE OUT HALF OF THE REMAINING PLAYERS”
to everyone’s surprise, it worked due to the border being smaller so there was less room to run soon it was you vs punz at this point you were determined to win
“GO Y/N GO GO GO HIT HIM YOU CAN DO IT”
“you’re doing so well y/n”
some may call it beginners luck but you ended up winning the fight against punz
“LETS FUCKING GO Y/N”
“I DID IT OH MY GOD”
the next game was hole in the wall and long story short you sucked, ranboo on the other hand did not. it didn’t take long for you to fall every single round. this helped the others though as you were able to yell which side the wall was coming from
“fuck this stupid game the wall hates me”
“y/n you're supposed to jump through the gaps“
“you know what no I’m going to get on a sapnap alt stream by glitching through”
this didn’t work you died again
“well fuck there I go I guess you’ve got this though guys Tommy you’re doing decent”
“I'm doing great thank you- oh I died FUCK YOU FOR DISTRACTING ME”
“blah blah blah GO TUBBO AND RANBOO”
you couldn’t believe it ranboo was one of the final people remaining, unfortunately, ranboo jumped too late resulting in him falling but nonetheless you were proud of him
“unlucky boo you all did great”
the next game was battle box the four of you had been practising this a lot so there was a lot of pressure to do well especially since you were now in the top 3 on the leaderboard, the strategies you made from practicing paid off you managed to win the majority of the rounds, however, there was a lot of screaming and arguing during the last round
“RANBOO STOP STEALING MY KILLS OR I'M GOING TO START HITTING YOU WITH A SWORD”
“he’s been stealing mine too y/n”
tubbo was honestly playing well during this game and you were amazed
unfortunately, the arguing resulted in you losing the round as you were all focusing on arguing which meant you missed the other team rushing to wool
“unlucky boys”
“7 wins out of 9 rounds honestly isn’t that bad we should still be third we just need to stay strong with the rest of the games”
during the break before the last four games, the four of you sat making plans for the next few round
“I want to get to the other side last I think that will be our strength”
there was still a rather long break left so you did what anyone else would do run around the server and yell this was a huge mistake as it messed with the soundproofing resulting in tommys mic picking you up and vice versa
“so I guess we’re streaming like this now”
“FIX IT”
“well since you asked so nicely tubso…no”
tubbo ended up doing the same to the soundproofing in the room he was in with ranboo were in meaning all four of you were now having a scuffed stream as you ran out of time to fix it because before you knew it, it was time to play sky battle
“right we should go left”
“tubbo will get iron Tommy will make the bridge and y/n will do…something”
you did the same thing techno did in the pride mcc and hid occasionally breaking blocks from underneath people so they would fall the others were doing well the game was a mixture of you all encouraging each other and you all cursing each other out whilst ranboo ignored you all and spoke to his chat
“chat I know you can hear double everyone if I could fix it I would but tubbo y/n and Tommy are being too stubborn to fix everything and we don’t have time”
“Y/N WHERE ARE YOU”
“making people fall to their death can we talk about our feelings now because this is stressful as hell”
“NOT THE TIME”
you all did decently you weren’t amazing at this game but that was expected it was something you all weren’t the biggest fan of but somehow you were all still in third place and that was something you weren’t expecting especially for your first mcc
it was now time for sands of time you all needed to do well
“bruh I wanted build mart what the fuck is this”
“we’re not going to win this game boys”
and tubbo would be corrected that that statement, you ended up having a visual glitch making it difficult, Tommy would constantly get trapped in a dungeon like last time things weren’t loading for ranboo you had no idea what tubbo was doing and quite frankly you didn’t want to find out unless it was going to be good news and considering all you could hear was tubbo yelling anything that came to mind you could guess it wasn’t going well. you tried to rage quit a couple of times only to be yelled at by the others every time you disconnected from the server
“Y/N STOP LEAVING”
“I CAN'T SEE SHIT”
“you’re doing well y/n stay calm we’re going to be fine”
“OH I CAN'T PLAY THIS GAME I'M DYSLEXIC”
“CLEARLY WE'RE NOT FINE TUBBO IS STRUGGLING TOMMY IS LOCKED IN A DUNGEON AND I CAN'T SEE SHIT...HAVE YOU GOT THE LETTER N YET”
“no, they’re spawning one in for me”
“could them maybe I don’t know speed up the process”
yeah you ended up losing that game and got knocked down the 4th good news is it was only by a couple hundred points
next up was ace race
“do yous reckon Scott's tested this map”
“aren’t you his head twitch mod”
“you’re right I'll message him and find out”
luckily you all managed to do pretty well, Tommy was off to a great start you tubbo and ranboo weren’t far behind you all agreed to follow each other rather than the crowd which paid off as when everyone else went the wrong way rather than following you all managed to go the right way thanks to ranboo yelling he thinks that he knows where to go and thankfully he was correct which put Tommy first tubbo second ranboo third and you fourth, you all ended up lapping people on your final lap and honestly, none of you guessed this would happen but you weren’t exactly complaining. a few moments later you all crossed the finishing line and were the first team to finish giving you the bonus points you needed to push you to second place
“did you know since I first got into mcc I would put y/ns name down for who I wanted to play with”
“TOMMY OH MY GODDDD”
a few seconds later you showed up on Tommy's face cam as you ran over to him giving him a hug
“you’re doing great y/n we might get into dodgebolt”
“dude we’re winning this shit”
soon enough it was time for the last game (unless you got into dodgebolt) and luckily it was to get to the other side
“we've got this we have actually got this we’re going to get to dodgebolt”
you stuck with Tommy for almost every round mainly because speed bridging wasn’t for you. you were all doing great you were the first team to finish for multiple rounds however you were also the last team to finish for a few rounds
“boys I'm not sure if we’ll get through”
“We all had fun”
“if we get into dodgebolt we’re going to be against dream”
“WILL YOU ALL FUCKING FOCUS”
“no- OW TOMMY HIT ME WITH A PEN”
“IT WAS THE CLOSEST THING WOULD YOU RATHER I CHUCK MY COMPUTER MOUSE”
“will you two quit fighting we’re about to find out the final scores.”
3..2..1
“oh my god”
“what the fuck”
“ranboo and y/n are about to play dodgebolt”
“LETS GO WHAT THE FUCK”
you all did it you successfully kept 2nd place somehow now all you had to do was win dodgebolt against dream George sapnap and quackity. safe to say you and ranboo were nervous as fuck and rightfully so as you all lost the first game
“let’s be serious we need to focus now”
you all won the next round
“LETS FUCKING GO WE'VE GOT THIS”
it was now the third round Tommy and tubbo were now out it was you and ranboo against dream and sapnap
“bruh were fucked ranboo”
ranboo took aim and somehow hit sapnap whilst you took a moment to type a message in chat
y/n: it’s my first mcc how do you feel knowing you’re about to lose
it was now your turn to take aim and Tommy yelling in the background wasn’t helping you and the yelling made you shoot before you were ready luckily ranboo picked up an arrow and was able to hit dream, it was now 1 vs 2 if you won this round you would all be the champions and that’s exactly what happened you all quit yelling at each other hell you muted the discord call so you could focus all you could hear was Tommy next to you occasionally supporting you
“come on y/n final round. you’re about to win your first mcc I’m so proud of you”
“you’re doing amazing Tommy thank you for everything now let’s win this thing”
and just like that, it was over Tommy took the final shot and hit sapnap
you all unmuted the four of you yelling
“TOMMY TUBBO RANBOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GUYS”
“WE DID IT WE FUCKING DID IT”
“OH MY GOD”
“WELL DONE EVERYONE”
this time Tommy ran over to you pulling you into a hug he was genuinely so proud of you and the others
“you did it y/n you won your first mcc that’s amazing”
“I couldn’t have done it without you or the others I love you all”
after talking to the other teams and ending stream
you and Tommy stayed on call with tubbo and ranboo
“you two need to make your way back here”
“me and y/n could probably catch a train if we’re very quick”
you nodded and quickly grabbed everything you needed thankfully your good luck hadn’t come to an end yet as you and Tommy were able to catch one of the last trains, Tommy had an arm around you as he noticed you were getting tired after all you did just go through the stress of your first mcc to over 170k viewers you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder a few hours passed and you were at the last stop Tommy lightly tapped your shoulder
“hey y/n were here tubbo and ranboo are waiting for us over there…let’s go celebrate this win shall we”
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P6: Lighter And a Safety Pin
info: "It's been years since Silco, Vander and (Y/N) split up. When Silco searches for his old friend again, asking them to help him teach a child he had recently taken in their 'explosive' craft, their feelings for him are reignited. The question remains if he burns for them just as bright as they do."
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8
info: oh boy was this fun to write ;P enjoy enjoy enjoy!! I MADE IT TO 10K WORDS ON THIS FIC!!! I'M SO SO PROUD OF MYSELF!! This is my longest fanfic to date aaaaaa!!!
can you tell I'm a basic bitch basing my fanfics off of songs eheheh I worked very hard on this and asked my friend a lot if it made sense/was coherent (i love u nora <3 ) APOLOGISE FOR ANY CONFUSIONS ;-; i sincerely tried my best to be as clear as possible and hope nothing got lost :D thank you all for being so patient with me <3 I love you all, I can't wait for what you guys have to say about this :) Enjoy!!
warning: nightmares, swearing, needles, yelling, heavy smoking, fire, alcohol consumption, violence, gore/injury detail, blood, flashbacks ;P, burning, marking, yelling, angst!!!!!!, moments of fluff- happy ending because the author doesn't like leaving off on a bad note ;-;
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The darkness was overwhelming. Overlapping every sense, enveloping you coldly, blinding you. This lasted for a while until eventually, you saw a glowing light behind your eyelids. Slowly, you begun to make out shapes in the light- minimal and orange, like that of fire- gently flickering. Perhaps a candle. You blinked slowly, eyes heavy at first and unfamiliar with this new setting. The image become clear until you were able to gaze down at the bomb in one hand, and a lit match in the other.
With a yelp, you dropped the burned stick on the ground as the fire burned you, pressing your tongue against the still-warm skin. With a defeated sigh and shake of your head to clear your head, you grabbed another match, confidently striking it against its matchbox.
It flared and burned brightly between your fingers, and you brought it to the ignition string. It quickly blazed, the warm flames licking at the exposed string hungrily, swiftly. You drew your arm back, throwing it into the empty cave, and moving back to where the others were waiting,
"What happened?" You dismissed the nervous question beside you, opting to cover your ears. The explosion that followed was muffled against your hands, but you felt it bellow in your feet, shaking the ground. As you pulled your hands back, you smiled triumphantly, grinning at the praises of the others behind you. Confidently, you strode forward, easily grabbing a nearby pickaxe that had been stuck in some dirt into your sweaty hands and walking into the tunnel you had just created with the explosive. It led to a spacious opening, and from the nearby light, you could see a few twinkles of precious rocks and minerals, along with a cave opening,
"Hey!" You called, voice bouncing off the walls, "This one was great! There's-" A sudden rumbling cut you off, drawing your attention upwards. Your heart sank, rocks rapidly falling towards you. Your feet felt like they had been glued in place, unable to move or react. The weight crashed on top of your body, pinning you to the ground quickly. Before any pain could erupt from your body, you let out a strangled scream-
Your eyes snapped open with a start, pupils wildly darting around the dark wooden ceiling above you. You breathed heavily as you felt your shivering, sweaty body move so it was seated, rustling the thin blanket that lay across you and pulling it closer. Several times, you blinked, steadying your racing heart and shaky breaths, before giving in and letting your head droop, quickly supported by your arms as they came to rest on your bent knees, fingers digging into your hair. Another nightmare,
"Again?" You glanced over to the boy next to you, now also awake, thanks to your incessant dreams.
Silco had always been a light sleeper, and you hated waking him and relaying the same events that had plagued your dreams for weeks now to his tired self. With a weak nod, you leaned back against the wall, feeling him move and sit next to you, legs touching, two bright blue eyes boring into you in the darkness. Silco had a bed- or rather a mattress- right next to yours, but you frequently found yourselves just occupying the same space out of comfort or necessity, especially in the colder months. You pressed the side of your arm against his and threw the blanket over his legs, inviting him closer,
"Is it still about the explosion in the mines?" His hushed tone asked, loud in your ear considering how close he now was and the deepness of his voice. With a small nod, you felt the gentle weight of his head against yours, "You survived," he reminded,
"I almost died," Your hushed whisper countered, clenching your hands together to stop them from shaking, "I keep reliving it. It's like I'm in a loop o-or something. I watch myself walking to the rock and yelling at you and then boom- the rocks crush me," You said, eyeing the bandage covering your arm. His hand reached out, running his fingers over the smooth material,
"Yes, but I grabbed you and you didn't get crushed," He reasoned, "Just cut," You could feel his long hair tickling your cheek as it brushed against your skin, out of its usual bun or ponytail for the night "You're alright," He reminded softly, and with another long sigh, you leaned your head more against his. His hand found your wrist, gently enveloping it and pressing his fingers against your vein, feeling as your rapid pulse slowed as he murmured reassurances, "There. It was only a dream,"
"It's just annoying having to keep reliving it," You felt his shoulders move with a sigh,
"You need to forget about it," He answered,
"That's easier said than done and you know it Silco," You replied, shifting your head to look at him. His expression was calm, his face was smooth, and his hair was unkempt considering how much he moved around, but it hung loosely around his long face. You watched as his eyes flicked away from your face and the slight indentation of his tongue in his cheek, letting you know he was thinking, before he carefully moved out of bed, pulling your wrist along with him. Stepping over the large form of Vander nearby, he motioned for you to follow after him and released you. Mimicking his careful movements, you fell in step with him as you found the rickety stairs of the building you were staying in at the moment, "I thought we weren't allowed up here," You commented, and he only glanced at you with a mysterious twinkle in his eye, silently urging you to follow him.
Emerging into the toxic air, you let it fill your lungs quickly as you glanced around the balcony passage up to another apartment. Curiously, you watched him climb onto the roof of it, jumping onto the railing and stretching his long body to grab onto the ledge of a roof and pull himself up. He turned, glancing down at your expectantly, reaching a hand down,
"No," You said bluntly, quickly turning to go back to your room,
"(Y/N)!" He called, making you huff and turn back to him, "Come on!! Stop being pathetic and come up here," He said, smirking at your glare,
"That's too high! I can't reach, I'll topple over the side and break my neck," You argued, folding your arms and walking closer to him, observing how he crouched above you,
"You've jumped longer distances and climbed higher than this," He said back, hair blowing in the wind. With a resigned sigh, you carefully climbed on the fence as he did, quickly grabbing his hand and jumping up, grabbing the roof and allowing him to pull you up. Slowly standing with him, you took his outstretched hand, "See. I told you you could do it," At his teasing, you scoffed,
"Shut up," You hissed, rolling your eyes and walking with him to wherever he was taking you. You shivered from the cold air surrounding you, "How do you just miraculously know where these places are?" You asked, smiling softly at the boy as he lead you to a ledge. He let go of your hand, sitting down and swinging his legs over the side.
The city before you was large and toxic, stretching out far. Fumes rose into the atmosphere over the buildings, disappearing into the dark sky, the moon hidden beneath thick clouds. Your home. Slowly, you sat next to him, crossing your legs and refusing to dangle them over the side as he did,
"I like to think,” He said simply, “ Unlike my brother, I like to use my brain, and not my fists," You looked back at him as he nudged your shoulder with an already lit cigarette between two fingers; an offering. You took it, furrowing your brows curiously and placing it between your lips, inhaling the smoke and letting it fill your lungs,
"Mhm," You hummed, exhaling the smoke through your nose into the air, "What do you think about up here?" You asked curiously, watching as he lifted his leg up and leaned his elbow on his knee, fingers tracing the sharp angles of his jaw. At your question, he flicked his eyes to you, watching curiously, a small smirk playing on his lips. He exhaled with a hum of his own, looking out over the horizon,
"How one day, I'll change this city," You could hear the determination in his low voice, "The people will respect me... And I'll change their lives,"
"For the better?"
"For the better," He nodded, and you chuckled at that. His gaze went back to you, lifting his brows, curiously, “What’s so funny, (Y/N)?” He asked, amused,
"Do you fancy the title King, Silco?" you asked amused, and smirked as he laughed,
"It has a nice ring to it..." he admitted, tilting his head and taking the cigarette from between your fingers,
“King Silco of Zaun?” You laughed more seeing his chest puff triumphantly, "I can't believe this,” You managed between fits of laughter, “Stars, I knew you were fancy, Silco, but this fancy?" you couldn't help the laughter that escaped you. A plume of smoke rose from his lips as he lifted his brows,
"...Fancy?" he asked amused, and when you looked back at him you could see the curious smile on his face. He looked beautiful; relaxed, joyful, and determined. You rarely saw him like this- usually, he only either snapped at those around him or charmed the space between the ears of rich Piltover scum who frequented your scamming areas. He was rarely so happy- only ever with you,
"Oh forgive me, your Majesty, your drama is enlightening," You grinned, to which he rolled his eyes and shook his head, inhaling more cigarette smoke. Moving your face closer to him you grinned, "Don't get upset, your highness I'm just joking around," You said playfully, and laughed again as he stuck the cigarette between your lips to shut you up, muttering something under his breath. “What was that?” You asked curiously, inhaling the smoke and taking the almost finished cigarette from your lips and stumping it out on the ground. He remained silent for a while, and as you looked up at him, you saw his gaze was downcast, deep in thought. Finally, he spoke slowly, deliberately,
"Someday, (Y/N), we will have it all" He vowed, standing and taking your hands in his, lifting you up to stand with him, "You'll see-" He said, holding one of your hands in his own while the other curled around you and touched your back, your own hands mirroring his placements as you looked up at him, eyes wide and heart racing in your chest. His blue eyes were focused on the city instead of you, and slowly, you took your eyes off of him to look too, "All of Zaun, all of Piltover- they will be bowing to us," He said triumphantly next to you, and you felt the gentle, welcome weight of his chin on your head as you slowly began swaying to the silence surrounding you, the calmness filling you from head to toe and chasing away the darkness, chaos and disorder that roamed in your brain.
"How did this even happen?" Voices surrounded you. Echoing between invisible black walls You could barely make out what they were saying, "How did it get to this?" Angry hisses filled the void around you. The voices collided together in some far off cave. Another planet or another world. Far away from you.
"(Y/N)?" Silco’s voice brought you back to where you lounged on your chair. Rapidly blinking, you shifted to sit up straight in the chair, stubbing the cigarette out on the wooden chair next to you. Silco stood across the room from you, leaning against a wall with brows furrowed as he stared at you, "Did you hear what Vander said?" You glanced to the larger boy next to you, brows furrowed too as he studied you. You opened your mouth, lost for words for a moment, before quickly regaining your train of thought,
"Vander, I told you I finished the bombs already-" You tried to say, but he just stood, shaking his head,
"You haven't tested them," He cut you off, "I told you they had to be done and tested by-"
"So what if they're not tested!?" You protested, "They haven't failed on me once before," You argued, watching as Vander stood, beginning to pace around,
"What if they fail this time, huh?" He argued, “What if somethin’ goes wrong? Then it’s our blood on your hands, (Y/N), just ‘cause you didn’t want to do somethin’,” You glared at his words,
"They won't fail, Vander,” You said coldly, “Stars, it's like you don't fucking trust me anymore," You scoffed, standing so suddenly the chair almost fell backwards behind you, "What? I fuck up once in the mines and I'm- I’m a liability or something?" You said, defiantly matching the older boy's glare as he moved to tower over you, standing only a few inches from your face. You could feel his warm breath against your face, but you wouldn’t relent,
"You’re not leavin’ Benzo's side ‘till you successfully test those bombs- I'm serious, (Y/N)" He said as you opened your mouth and tried to argue back, “When I get back, they better be done and ready, or you’ll have to find somewhere else to stay for the night,” He threatened, leaving with a huff. Once his back was turned, you rolled your eyes, throwing yourself back into the chair and grabbing the pack of cigarettes off a nearby table, sparking up a match and lighting the end of one of them. After taking a sharp inhale it was plucked from your fingers and placed between Silco's lips. He had now walked over to you, and stood by your chair, taking a calm drag and handing it back to you,
“He can’t be threatening me like this,” You muttered bitterly, taking a drag yourself angrily,
"Why haven't you tested them yet?" He asked curiously, leaning against the side of the chair as you rubbed your forehead,
"The accident at the mines..." You said softly, hearing him sigh next to you, "Don't dismiss me. I c-”
"I'm not dismissing anything,” He said quickly,
"Then why did you sigh?”
"I hate seeing you this bothered about something like this. You should tell Vander-”
"You think he cares!?” You scoffed, turning to look up at him with a slight glare, “The only thing he cares about is that I can make explosives, that's it. He doesn't give a shit about the fact that I can't sleep because I keep thinking those stupid rocks are going to crush and kill me” You said, sticking the cigarette back between your teeth,
"He's usually asleep,” He said, taking it from your mouth and placing it into his,
"You're not helping, Silco," You muttered out through gritted teeth, standing sharply, "Anyways- you're wasting my time. Haven't you heard? I'm bound to Benzo until I ‘perfect my craft’ and test those fucking bombs," You rolled your eyes, moving to exit the room. He quickly grabbed your hand, spinning you around to face him. You came to a halt before him, eyes shining and brimming with angry tears. He calmly took the cigarette from between his teeth and placed it back in your mouth with a small smile,
"Good luck. I believe in you, (Y/N)," He said, patting your cheek. His words laced with the putrid smoke of the cigarette fanning across your face. And with that, he let you go and followed out the door after Vander, disappearing.
Blinking rapidly to ignore the warmth that filled your cheeks, your tears gone, leaving you with damp eyes, you returned to Benzo's workshop and distracted yourself with the bombs. For some time now Silco had… a strange and profound effect on you. You'd watched him roll his eyes in annoyance a thousand times over, but recently it had made your heart race in your chest and your palms get sweaty. You had heard him speak so much, but recently, whenever he uttered your name, you felt like collapsing right there and then. You hated to say it but you had... Feelings for him. But, of course, he wouldn't feel the same way.
Silco always wanted more out of life. It's no secret he would likely see you as not good enough for him- you were just a person he lived with, and you saw the people he would flirt with at the numerous parties and raves you would frequent in the Lanes. None of them where ever you. The attraction would only ever be one-sided, and circumstantial. Simply.
Silco was also entirely focused on creating the Nation of Zaun. Tired of Piltover turning their blind eye on the struggling undercity and treating its people like scum, you had no other choice than to rebel. It just so happened Silco and Vander became the leaders. Rousing the crowds against the Topsiders and planning the fight for your independence. A shared, beautiful dream- a dream that he was utterly devoted to.
Before long, your bombs were tested and reported back to Vander upon his arrival back home. He barely thanked you, grunting something under his nose and swiftly leaving again, leaving you sulking, alone in the house.
Fiddling with a few pieces of metal you had around- linking and unlinking them from chains you had picked up, you glanced up as the door opened again. Silco stumbled in. His hair, which was usually gathered in a loose ponytail, was falling out of its place around his face, blue eyes hazy. He swayed gently from side to side as he attempted to stand straight, eventually leaning against the door frame and gazing at you. A light pink dusted his cheeks, and the first few buttons of his collar had been unbuttoned. Silco was certainly the most well dressed in your group, caring far more about his appearance than the others, who simply dressed out of convenience. You tilted your head, eyeing the green bottle in his hands,
"You're back early," You mused, smiling back at him,
"Come with me, (Y/N)," His speech wasn’t entirely clear, a slight slur to his speech. He held a hand out for you to take, “I want to show you something,” He said cryptically. Slowly you stood, approaching him and taking his hand in yours. It was soft, except for the scars and a few fresh cuts on the back of his hand,
"Did you get into another fight?” He nodded, taking a long drink from the bottle and pressing it into your hands. You eyed it, lifting it up to the light as you walked outside with him and swishing around the remnants of the beverage inside. You brought it up to your nose and winced at the strong alcoholic smell emanating from it with a grimace. You looked over to your drunk companion, "Did you win?" you asked curiously,
"I always win," He said, teeth flashing as he sent you a smug grin. You laughed,
"So this is a celebratory drink?" You asked, shaking the bottle making the liquid audibly slosh around in it. He nodded again, this time humming lowly,
"And I'm rescuing you before Vander comes for you again," He huffed, rolling his eyes, "He's being an asshole again,"
"When is he not?" You asked, making him laugh and grip your hand tighter in his, pulling you along through the crowded Lanes, now that the sun was beginning to set, “What set him off this time?” You asked, and watching him shrug and roll his eyes in annoyance, gently squeezing your hand,
“Fuck knows,” He muttered, pulling you along. For a moment, you fell silent, focusing on following him through a particularly thick crowd that appeared,
"Where are you taking me?" You asked when he was finally close by again, "And should I even trust you?" You asked, raising your brows as he stumbled and just barely caught himself from falling over. You laughed slightly at his drunken antics and moved a hand to hold his arm as well, "Stars, how much did you drink, Silco? You're only tiny... Don't tell me Vander let you get this wasted," He scoffed,
"I can easily out-drink Vander," He said with a confident smirk,
"Maybe in your dreams," You said playfully, making him a glare, "Silco, he is twice your size in every way. There's no possible way you would be able to take him on in a drinking competition- you remember last time?" You said, "I don't... Stars, how did we even get home that night..?" You chuckled to yourself, glancing at your companion who had gone quiet and let go of you, "Silco?" You asked as he suddenly stopped walking. Stopping too, you glanced over your surroundings and noticed you were now in an alleyway scarce of people. Those who were there simply watched you but didn’t approach, wary of your companion and his reputation in the Lanes. You turned your gaze and watched him walk down another alley, touching the wall of a building to steady and support himself as he disappeared behind the wall, “Silco?” You repeated, following him and groaning, “Silco, get out of the trash- I’m not going to sleep anywhere near you if you smell like trash again,” You said, folding your arms and watching as he moved to a pile of trash beneath a trash shoot and begun digging through it. You audibly cringed, “You’re sleeping outside again,” You huffed, but nothing seemed to be getting his attention. With an eye roll, you walked over to him, watching as he picked up a shiny object from the trash pile, “What, are you a crow now?” You asked, amused, and gently nudged his crouched form with your foot. He finally looked up at you and you couldn’t help but smile warmly.
He looked like the boy you remembered seeing all those years ago when you were so young. Those same curious, round blue eyes boring into your form curiously as you huddled under whatever scraps you could find shelter from the cold. So young and innocent.
Silco and innocent didn’t belong in the same sentence anymore. As handsome and young as he looked, your eyes grew wide at the sudden appearance of a spark between you two. A real one. He pressed on the contraption again, admiring the sparks it gave off,
“Lighter,” Is all he said, standing and holding it out for you to take into your hands. You hummed, looking it over, and repeating ‘lighter’ to him. Flicking it revealed it was still functional- likely just out of fuel. Your suspicions were confirmed when you managed to open it and noticed the almost empty fuel cartridge. Whoever threw this out was clearly some idiot with a tiny brain who didn’t know how a lighter worked. Waste of money for them, but a gain for you. With a small hum, you grabbed the bottle, and with great care, poured in some of the remaining alcohol, all the while being watched by your drunk friend,
“Try it now,” You handed it back to him after closing the cartridge, and whipping off the remaining alcohol on your clothes. You smiled as the lighter, once he flicked it, gave off a constant flame,
“You fixed it,” He said surprised, following you out of the alleyway,
“It’s easy to fix that which is not broken,” You looked at him, transfixed by his suddenly warm gaze. His eyes were still hazy and glazed over, and clearly, he was still drunk, “Besides, fixing things is easy,” You said, but the rest of what you wanted to say was lost on your tongue as he loomed over you, looking down at you for a long moment. You were stopped, standing outside of the alley and staring at each other for a moment, unspeaking. That was until you felt the cool lighter pressing into your hands. Momentarily breaking your trance, you glanced back up at Silco, watching as he nodded his head to the side, in a silent request for you to follow him.
Now firmly gripping the lighter to stop your hands from shaking, you followed him curiously. Silco’s brain was already a mystery to you sober, but drunk? If you could decode anything, you deserved to be hired as a detective on the spot. But now, you honestly could not say where he was leading you and with what intentions, and that said a lot. You grew up in these lanes. How did he always miraculously just find areas you had no idea existed until right now?
You looked around the open area. It appeared to be a river filled with toxic waste from either of the cities, stretching out far into the horizon, the black water easily reflecting the lights of the city. It looked beautifully dangerous. You blinked quickly,
“How did you-” Turning quickly, your eyes widened as you saw he was already climbing up a nearby rooftop, “Silco get down from there!! Silco! You’re going to hurt yourself, you menace- ugh-” You groaned, quickly following after him and trying to grab his leg. Moving just out of the way, you groaned in frustration, “Silco!!” You yelled. His head poked out from where he was on the roof, and he stuck his tongue out before disappearing, “Silco, you rat, come back!” You yelled, groaning as you shakily got onto the same trash can he had used to get up, stuffing the bottle into a larger pocket on the inside of a jacket you were wearing. You reached up, grabbing the metal ledge and attempting to pull yourself up. Not having the same strength caused you to wince, letting go of the ledge and falling back with a clatter on the bins, “Come back and help me! Don’t leave me here,” You said, biting your cheek as your tone changed to pleading, “Silco?” You asked, worriedly now as he didn’t respond. Your eyes widened with hope as you saw him peeking down at you again,
“You seriously can’t get up here?” He asked, and you glared as he raised his brows,
“I’m not strong and my arms hurt- did you forget my injuries,” You said, and glared as he laughed, “Get down here,” You demanded, glaring more as he moved to reach his arms down to you, “No, no, no, I’m not going up, you come down,”
“Aw, come on (Y/N),” He said with a grin, “The view from here is so much better. You’ll love it,”
“I don’t care about the view, Silco, I care about you s-so that you don’t get hurt,” You finished quickly, blinking rapidly at your words, and folding your arms together. Seeing him begin to move back you called his name desperately, to which he laughed again and reached his hands down once more,
“Come on (Y/N),” He insisted, “Trust me on this,” He added. Slowly, you reached your arms back up, carefully jumping up off the bin and gasping as he grabbed onto your arms, pulling you up like you weighed nothing. For being so thin, you often forgot Silco still had some strength. Certainly, nothing compared to Vander or Sevika, or even Benzo, but he was still strong- stronger than you. Gasping for air, your eyes glanced up to see him smiling at you, crooked teeth on display, “See? You did it!” He said proudly, shaking your shoulder before he turned and walked along the roof, producing a cigarette from one of his pockets,
“Silco, do I need to put a leash on you?” You called, quickly composing yourself and quickly following him so that you didn’t lose him. You sighed as you followed him, catching up to him eventually. “You know where you’re going at least?” You asked and sighed as he didn’t respond again. You quickly realised it was useless to try and communicate anything with him, and gave up, “You’re awfully quiet,” you decided to point out, watching as he slowed to a stop, now on a higher rooftop, and sat down. Joining him, you focused on trying to calm yourself.
Glancing over at him, you noticed he was reaching for the bottle sticking out of your pocket. Quickly snatching it into your hands and moving it out of his reach, you laughed softly at his frown, or rather pout,
“Don’t even try- you’ve had more than enough and I’m not dragging you off of here when you pass out,” You said, and when he leant over you to reach for the bottle again, your eyes widened, pressing a hand to his shoulder and gently pushing to stop him. He easily moved back with an annoyed roll of his eyes, which surprised you. From the numerous arm wrestles you’d entertain yourselves with on slow days, and his previous display of strength, easily pulling you up onto the roof, you knew he was strong. It made you feel warm inside knowing he would so easily just relent to you. You watched him calmly lean his arms back, looking over the waters ahead,
“It’s quiet here,” He said softly, voice quiet and soft. You hoped he was starting to sober up. With a small nod, your own gaze looked to the water. You dared to lean your head out and look down at the pier you had been standing on a moment before, peering at your face reflected in the murky liquid bellow, as well as the muddy soles of Silco’s boots next to you. With a hum of agreement, you lifted your head up to see him, now holding the burning lighter in his hands,
“Be careful with it,” You said, “You did find it in the trash,” You reminded, watching the steady orange flame, then glancing up at his face. In the dimming light, it illuminated his face in a warm glow, the bright flame reflecting in his pupil mysteriously as he stared, transfixed. For a moment, you allowed yourself to watch him, before sticking your hands in your pockets to find something to eat. You usually kept bits in your pockets so you could eat them later-
A sudden prick to your finger caused you to yelp in surprise, and you heard the lighter click off as you drew the finger from your pocket and into your mouth to staunch the drop of blood. With a small frown, you reached into your pocket, pulling out a safety pin that hadn’t been pinned back. Hearing Silco tsk besides you brought your attention to him,
“What?” You mused, taking your finger from your mouth and examining the dot of red liquid on the pad of your finger, “The pin wasn’t in safety mode,” You said playfully. Glancing at the older boy, you saw he was looking down at your finger too, before quickly averting his gaze to the lighter in his hand. You may have been mistaken due to the low light but his pale cheeks flushed for a moment, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Your eyes widened and you looked at the pin in embarrassment, trying to ignore the thoughts that had suddenly entered your brain. Licking off the once again pooling blood, you started to clip the pin back into place before stopping, an idea breaking through your embarrassment. You looked back to him, curiously,
“Silco?” You asked, not looking at him, “What if we got marks together?” You asked, looking at him. You smiled, amused as he stared at you with wide eyes, “Just small ones- like tattoos! Like, something that we’ll always remember each other by,” You suggested. You lifted up the safety pin and grabbed the lighter from him, flicking it on and putting the sharp tip into the flames to sterilise it,
“Matching burns, you mean?” He asked uncertainly, though he was clearly intrigued, having shifted his whole body to watch you curiously. You nodded,
“Mhm, like… Maybe on our palms?”
“No, that’ll easily get infected,” He said. At least he wasn’t denying your idea fully. You hummed, thinking,
“Then where?” You pondered, looking up at him. You watched as he looked down at his hand, turning over his palm and examining his already scar littered hand, marks of numerous knife fights- victorious or not; some fresh, some now- covering the surface as he searched for a spot untouched by the violence he experienced daily,
“Here?” He pointed to the side of his hand near his pinky finger, dragging a finger back and forth along his skin. It would cross against the other scars, but it would do. You nodded, glancing at your own hand and humming,
“This will hurt,” You reminded him after a while, watching the needle begin to glow red with heat. You glanced up at him, watching as he took a swig from the bottle you had specifically moved away from him so he couldn’t reach it. The smirk and wink he gave you as he caught your stare before taking another sip made your stomach flip, and you had to look away and pray the lighter wouldn't illuminate your blushing cheeks to him, “Okay, give me your hand,” You said a few moments later, watching as he moved the bottle away and stretched his hand out in front of you.
Clicking the lighter off, you quickly pressed the needle against his skin and listened as he sharply inhaled beside you, hand reaching out to your arm and squeezing tightly. You let him, simply blushing at the sudden closeness, even letting his head drop against your shoulder once you pulled the needle away. Clicking on the lighter again and picking up his hand in yours, you muttered an apology as you examined the mark,
“That’ll look cool when it heals,” You assured, reaching up and gently patting the side of his face, watching as he straightened, looking at the new scar,
“It burns,” He said with a frown,
“We’ll run it under cold water when we get home,” You said, before handing him the safety pin and lighter, watching as he repeated the process you had done just a moment ago,
“It’s gonna be on your skin forever,” He said, watching you,
“I know,” You assured, “It’ll be cool. Besides, I’m not in this alone,” You said, glancing at his hand that bore the mark, “And it’s not the first burn I got, and it won't be the last,” You said, running a hand over your arm. From not being careful, or not paying attention, you accumulated multiple dark burn scars along your arms- always eager to freak out other street kids with them and tell tales of creatures that came for you that you bravely fended off. You always had a natural charm for children that Silco and Sevika both teased you about endlessly, but you personally found it sweet. You were all in this shit together- if you could provide some entertainment for the younger ones, it was a pleasure,
“Hmmph,” He grumbled, unsatisfied by your answer, “Have some of that. It doesn’t hurt as much as it would sober,” He said, eyes darting from the needle to the glass bottle beside you. Rolling your eyes, you picked it up, glancing at the liquid in the green glass and bringing the bottle to your lips. Fighting off the urge to cringe at the heavily alcoholic scent, you took a large mouthful, coughing and cringing once you swallowed,
“Fucking stars above that is rancid,” You choked, and glared as Silco laughed, “No wonder you’re this wasted. Silco- what is this? Pure gasoline?” You asked,
“Hah- wouldn’t you like to know,” He said with a grin, looking back at the needle,
“That’s why I asked, Rat boy,” You sniffled, but bravely took another sip, immediately regretting it. Coughing and spluttering again as you slammed the bottle down you spat harshly at the water bellow, “Fuck- we really don’t have anything to wash that down with?” He shook his head, “How are you alive right now?” You asked as you sat back down, shuddering at the taste that still lingered in your mouth,
“Practice makes perfect,” He said, glancing up at you and grinning at your disgusted expression, “Come here,” He said gently, and you noticed the needle was now glowing brightly once again. Gingerly reaching your hand out, you felt your heart beginning to race in your chest as he clicked the lighter off and submerged you in almost complete darkness again. The realisation of what was about to happen both excited and terrified you, paired with the anticipation of now being in the dark, you exhaled softly,
“Will it- FUCK!” you yelped, unprepared for the sharp sting that hit your skin. Quickly, he reached for you, gripping your wrist to keep your hand from moving. You shut your eyes tightly, tilting your head away and letting out a small wince of pain, but felt pleasantly surprised at the feeling of his hand gently caressing your wrist. Finally, he took the needle off and let you go, allowing you to gently cradle your sore hand, “Fuck that- that was so much more painful than I expected it to be,” You said shakily, and glanced down at the red mark, feeling him remove the needle
“You were the one who suggested this,” Silco reminded, clicking the lighter back on and examining your hand carefully, “No turning back now,” He added, and you glared,
“I know,” You huffed, letting out a small wince as you moved your hand unintentionally, “And you agreed,” You smiled softly,
“How unfortunate for myself,” He hummed, returning your smile, and moving his fingers to gently skim against your hand, “It appears we’re bound together now. Forever,” He added, a playful glint in his eye. Laughing out of happiness, you looked back at your hands, watching as his fingers soothingly dragged across your skin. When they came too close to the scar, you audibly winced,
“Too close,” You hissed in pain. You heard him tsk and let go of you, drawing back,
“Come here,” He muttered, and you glanced at him to see him opening his arms as an invitation to hug him. You shuffled closer to him, allowing him to gently hug you close to him. It was comforting, especially now, and rare. Although you usually slept together and woke embracing, actually hugging Silco like this was uncommon. He hated the closeness. He barely allowed you to do so soberly and consciously. When drunk like this, he was much more lenient, but it still pleasantly surprised you that he initiated this hug. Big words... Your head was spinning, letting you know your own sobriety was rapidly disappearing. You heard him mutter something, but feeling too comfortable and suddenly very sleepy in his arms, you simply hummed and shut your eyes, face pressing into his chest,
“Can I seriously ask what was in that bottle?” You asked after a few moments of silence, smiling at the warmth of his body against your cheek, “I wanna know if I’m gonna be hacking it all up tomorrow or just dying,” He chuckled, and you could feel the vibrations against your face,
“You didn’t answer my question, (Y/N),” He said, and you glanced up at him, “I asked if you were happy,” His soft tone surprised you, and you shifted so you could look up at him, face now touching his shoulder,
“Happy? Course I’m happy,” You said, your voice becoming muffled as you pressed your face into him again. If he was willingly offering to hug you, you weren’t going to waste the opportunity, “I’m always happy whenever I’m with you,” You wouldn’t admit it soberly, but your drunk confidence clearly began shining through,
“Is that so?” He asked, amused at your bold declaration. You nodded your head against him with a satisfied hum and glanced down as he took your injured hand into his own injured one, drawing them close to examine the matching marks,
“I guess we have to stick to each other forever,” You said, “I think these scars are permanent,”
“They certainly are…” Silco said softly, and as you shut your eyes, dozing off, you could swear he pressed a kiss to your fingers. Or just squeezed your hand. How could you tell- you were too sleepy to care.
“(Y/N)?” A voice, breaking through the darkness, “Stars why aren’t you waking up?” A whisper, “(Y/N)!?” A plea. A yell. An incoherent yell, “Get them up- we need to leave now,” Desperation. Your body felt like a feather, or as if it had been plunged into water, gliding off the cold floor and into the vast emptiness.
“I don’t like what Vander’s doing…” Silco muttered, on the floor in front of your bed while you sat on top of it. It had been a few weeks since the two of you had given yourselves the matching marks, which had begun to heal quite well- yours slower due to you constantly fidgeting and picking at the scabs, but with Silco periodically smacking your hand away as a reminder not to, it was looking promising. You cherished the painful mark, a small reminder of him at all times,
“What is he doing now?” You mused, picking at the skin around your fingernails, “And besides, when have you ever liked listening to anyone else but yourself?” You said playfully, shoving his shoulder gently with your foot, “Let alone Vander, of all people,”
“That’s not the point… It’s… He’s changing,” He said, leaning his head back against the bed. His eyes moved from you to the ceiling, lost in thought,
“How?” You asked curiously, dropping your hands to lean on your knees and watching him. He moved back, humming and beginning to tap his fingers against his leg gently,
“Don’t know. Mentally I suppose. The other day, he lost a game of cards to a known cheat. He didn’t beat him, or threaten him- he just walked off. Then when he caught me trying to get the money he lost back from the boy, he just dragged me off and told me to leave him alone,” He shook his head, “Blabbering something about how we’re ‘better than this, Silco’, and ‘not everyone we meet is an enemy, Silco’, and ‘we shouldn’t fight our own, Silco’” He scoffed, baring his teeth, growing in anger with each sentence, “It’s ridiculous,”
“You didn’t bring Sevika along?” You said, raising your brows, “That’s your biggest mistake. She knows her shit with cards, and frankly, she wouldn’t let him cheat her. She’s too good,” You focused on your nails again, picking at some dirt beneath them. Silco huffed from below you, standing sharply,
“It wasn’t about winning a game of cards, it was about taking back what was unfairly stolen from him, (Y/N),” He snapped, beginning to pace slowly around the room in measured steps, “He just let that cheat walk over him and didn’t retaliate… It isn’t fair,” He muttered on. You watched his slender fingers withdraw a knife from where he had it strapped to his hip and flip it through his fingers, careful of the blood-stained blade, “Had it been me he cheated, he wouldn’t have made it out alive…” Silco hissed, “Vander is growing weak,” he settled, watching the blade moving in his hand in expertly practised movements,
“You have been spending too much time with Sevika,” You said, rolling your eyes as you moved to find a cloth to clean his knife with,
“(Y/N) you can’t deny that I’m wrong!” He said, exasperated, “He’s… Changing! You’ve seen it too!” He said, running a hand through his unkempt hair. If only he let you brush it, “He brings you food and asks if you’re okay and talks to you. He never used to do that,” He said,
“You mean to tell me you’re worried that he’s being caring to the people around him?” You asked, raising your brows,
“He’s becoming soft…” He said coldly, eyes narrowing, “And weak,”
“Soft doesn’t mean weak,” You tried to counter, “Maybe he-”
“I’m sorry- whose side are you on?” He outwardly questioned, glaring. The knife stilled in his hand and pointed at you. You flicked your eyes from the blade to your friend, watching as he glared before blinking rapidly, “Are you weak like him?” he said in a low, almost menacing tone. It was the same one he would taunt those unlucky enough to cross him,
“Don’t even try to do that to me, Silco, it won’t work,” You said, your tone cold as you glared back, sharply standing from your bed, “You know full well I could set this place ablaze in minutes, so unless you want to keep a roof over your head, stop trying to warp me against Vander,” You said lowly, clenching your hands tightly,
Silence fell between you as you challenged each other from the sides of the room. You watched Silco place his tongue in his cheek, lost in thought. With a small groan, he dropped the knife from his hand and let it clatter to the floor before he stalked to exit out of the room,
“One day,” He said lowly, gloweirng at you over his shoulder, “You may be given the choice to choose between one of us,” He said threateningly, tilting his head up as he saw your eyes widen in reaction to his words “I hope you do so correctly,” With that, he disappeared through the doorway.
For a moment, you considered his words seriously. Did he just threaten his own brother in front of you? Did he threaten you? Surely he was joking or… Fooling you somehow. He wasn’t serious about picking sides. You looked to the ceiling, trying to focus on your rampant thoughts. A choice between Vander and Silco. They led the rebellion against Piltover together, they were close, like brothers, and you supported them both with your life. You too were dedicated to the cause. To the creation of Zaun. But were you prepared to lay down everything for it? Did you have Silco’s ambition or Vander’s temperament? That’s truly what the choice was, thinking more on it now. That and violence or peace.
In the end, you scoffed at his words, shaking your head to dismiss them. It was too early for this,
“Drama queen,” You muttered to yourself, walking closer to where he had dropped the knife. Picking it up, you looked over the jagged blade, stained with dried blood of whoever had unfortunatly crossed Silco’s path and sighed deeply,
“He’s right, you know,” You nearly jumped out of your skin with a small squeak at the sudden voice that filled the quiet room. Your anxiety was quickly replaced by anger as Sevika’s laughter echoed through the room, “Damn, you’re still such a scaredy-cat,” She grinned, walking further into the room, a lit cigarette hanging from her lips as she sat on one of the beds,
“Why do you think sneaking up on me all the time is funny?” You asked, unamused. She simply grinned, exhaling the smoke she had in her mouth,
“Because you always get scared,” She said, and you rolled your eyes,
“Right- I forgot you’re a bitch in the mornings,” You huffed, “What do you mean he’s right?” You asked, folding your arms. You watched Sevika grimace at your words, glancing out of the small window above your bed. The glass was cracked and dirty, and the fumes outside meant you could barely make out anything. Luckily, a green light still cast its light into the room, splintering and illuminating her features,
“Vander’s weak,” She simply stated, echoing Silco’s earlier words, rolling the cigarette between her fingers and letting the smoke dance circles into the air, before placing it into her lips again, “He is changing,” she confirmed,
“We all changed,” You countered, “We’re growing up. Change is natural and unavoidable,” She shook her head,
“You don’t understand because they don’t tell you,” You straightened at her words, letting your arms drop to your sides as you walked closer to her,
“What don’t they tell me?” You asked suspiciously. Watching her groan and glance away, realising she had slipped up. Your eyes widened, and you quickly pointed the tip of the knife at her you stepped closer, “Sevika, what are they hiding?” You asked,
“Stop pointing that at me if you know what’s good for you,” Not daring to pick a fight you’d definitely lose, you let your hand fall to your side, moving the blade away from her, “Vander needs your bombs for the bridge,” She sighed deeply, “They told you they’re planning on trying to get their message to Piltover but not how,” You gaped at her,
“They’ll use violence?” You asked,
“Silco wants violence,” She explained, “He’s convinced that’s the only way to get any message up to Piltover. Doing something that’ll bring them down here. Vander isn’t… He’s not co-operating anymore,”
“What does that mean?” She went quiet, “Sevika?” You asked, only to be met with more silence, “Sevika, why does Vander need my bombs?” You asked,
“That’s the issue… He hasn’t said anything about it, I wouldn’t know-”
“Why does he want me to complete them then?” You asked, frustrated, “If he’s not going to use them, why waste my time making them? Is he appealing to Silco? Is he… Is- I don’t fucking know,” You sighed, annoyed as Sevika shrugged, taking the cigarette and stumping it out into a freshly cleaned ashtray by the side of your bed,
“He mentioned he’s ‘growing up',” You scoffed, “I know,” Sevika replied, taking Silco’s knife from you and playing with it in her hands. After a moment, she looked to you, “(Y/N),” You turned your attention to her, “You know he means well,” She said, “They both do. I just… Silco is a good leader. When I look at him, I see strength and devotion. When I look at him, I see a better life for us all. He just lacks the experience,” She said, “I don’t see the same with Vander,” She admitted. You only nodded your head, “But Vander has the drive and the children of Zaun’s best intentions in his heart. That’s the issue,” She said,
“I don’t like this,” You muttered, “Something’s gonna happen. I’m calling it now. I don’t know what but it’s… Tense,”
“It is,” Sevika agreed, handing the knife back to you, “Go give this back to him. It’ll give you an excuse to talk this out,” She said,
“We both know Silco doesn’t just carry one knife. He won’t miss it,” You said playfully, but the smile you had quickly faded,
“You guys don’t usually fight like this,” She pointed out,
“I know,” You acknowledged, “It’s strange…” You agreed, sighing softly and glancing at the door. You felt a heavy hand on your shoulder and you glanced over at the girl, now standing beside you and towering over you,
“You guys are close. Just talk to him and prove you’re loyal,” You nodded,
“Thanks, Sevika,” You gave her a sincere smile, something she reciprocated before leaving you,
“Don’t mention it,” she said softly, disappearing out of the room,
“Don’t hurt them more than they already are,” Swimming through the darkness again “They don’t need any more injuries,”
“I’m trying, boss,” A woman's voice. Raspy and low, “It’s hard to be careful and quick,” Annoyance,
“Well try harder,” No laughter. Their voices and footsteps faded away,
You found Silco easily, up on the rooftops of your apartment again, one hand tucked into his pocket, while the other bringing a cigarette to his lips as he leaned against a wall. There were peaks of the orange sky that indicated a blooming sunset around him, and you caught sight of the smoke rising from his lips in large clouds, catching on the chilling breeze and dragging them away swiftly. Hearing the creaks of the metal corrugated roof beneath your feet, his attention focused on you, blue eyes calm as you approached,
“I spoke with Sevika,” You said, pulling a pack of your own cigarettes out and producing one of your own. You stalled some time by fumbling with the matches, but were surprised to feel Silco’s hands against your own, taking the box from you and lighting your cigarette. With a small nod of thanks, you placed yourself next to him on the wall, inhaling the smoke,
“And?” He asked. He expected an answer- perhaps to his question from before. You tapped your foot against the floor, sighing softly,
“And what?” You asked, but he shook his head,
“You know what,” You could feel the ice still clinging to his words. You let out a small sigh, letting the smoke out of your mouth,
“Truthfully, I don’t want to choose between either of you,” You frowned, letting yourself move off the wall and begin pacing infront of him, “I don’t want people hurt, but I know that with Piltover, violence is the easiest way to get to them,” You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “Stars, I… Do you know what Vander wants with my bombs?” You asked, stopping your movements and staring at Silco, “Sevika either doesn’t know or won’t tell me. You saw yourself how much he wanted me to get them finished. If he wants things to go peacefully, why does he need the bombs?” you pondered,
“Plan B, perhaps,” He breathed, smoke rising from his lips and catching on the wind picking up around you, “I don’t truely know what exactly Vander is doing or planning nowadays… He’s keeping things to himself and not talking to me or Sevika. It’s making me nervous,” He glanced at you, “Haven’t you noticed it?”
“Well, it’s not the first time you’ve been keeping secrets from me,” You countered, returning to the wall next to him as you heard him sigh, head falling back against the wall, “Why do you two not trust me? I understand you’re brothers, I know that. But you tell Sevika about Vander’s wavering attitudes and not me?” You asked with a frown. Looking at Silco, you noticed he had an unreadable expression on his face. It was curious, usually, you had known him for so long but he’d never looked like this; it was an unfamiliar emotion that confused you. He looked like he wanted to speak but the words escaped him, falling short, dissolving on his tongue before he could speak them into the wind,
“Do you forgive me?” He asked, “For calling you weak? You’re far from that, (Y/N). I shouldn’t have said it,” He said, sparing you a glance. His head was hung in a sort of apologetic way, hair framing his face nicely, and he looked everywhere but you. You bit your lip, considering his words.
With a sigh, you extended his knife back to him, accompanied by a small nod. He returned one of his own, putting the knife back in its place and leaning next to you once more, closer now, so your shoulders touched,
“You know I value loyalty, (Y/N),” He spoke softly, voice low, “Especially those closest to me, those I share a home, and a bed with,” turning to meet his blue gaze, he quickly averted his eyes, opting to take another long drag of his cigarette, “I’m… Close to you in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been with anyone,” he admitted, and you simply stared at him, the words making your head go blank. Whatever else he had to say was left unsaid, and as you looked at him, you saw he was, once again, lost deep in thought, the cigarette in his fingers idly letting off smoke. His brows were furrowed and his blue eyes were cast downwards, unmoving. He felt your stare but said nothing. And in turn, you didn’t speak. You finished your cigarette, throwing it to the floor and stepping on it, before making your way back inside the building, “(Y/N),” You turned sharply, maybe too sharply. Maybe you wanted to hear him say something else. Maybe he wanted to say something else. Or finish what he was saying. Instead, you nodded your head,
“I forgive you, Silco,” You turned the corner and glanced at your shaking hands as you headed back inside.
“How are they?” Footsteps increasing and decreasing in volume. Pacing, “Will they live?” Desperate,
“Their injuries aren’t severe,” A rough voice- close. An unfamiliar accent, “But they have a concussion and potential damage to the brain. That explains the lapsing consciousness,” cold surrounded you. A sudden bright light and a figure. The air was heavy, and scents of smoke and chemicals filled your lungs,
“I’m asking if they will live,” The words punctured the air. The louder voice became muffled. Darkness again.
You hadn’t expected your choice to have to come so soon,
“Sevika?” You addressed the girl, who sat in her room on her bed polishing a sword “Do you know where Silco and Vander are?” You asked, finally appearing from the workshop. Usually, if he had somewhere to be the following morning, Silco would let you know the night before. If it was urgent and he didn’t have time, he would always return by midday, eat whatever food was available, and scurry off again. He did neither of them today. Sevika glanced up at you with a disinterested shrug,
“Why should I care what they’re doing?” She grunted,
“I thought you and Vander were close,” You folded your arms,
“We’re friends,” She glanced up at you, “Are they not back yet?” She shook her head, “Then they’re busy. Leave them alone and go back to doing whatever it is you do,”
“I would but my brain won’t leave it alone, they’re usually back by now, even for a moment- to eat something, or get more money,” You said worriedly,
“Maybe you should tell your brain to shut the fuck up,” She said, clearly more annoyed than usual, “They’re probably just busy and got caught up, and haven’t checked the time,” Biting your tongue, you moved back to your bed to wait. The hours ticked by, and as much as you tried to make yourself busy, your worry ate away at you, a weight settling in your chest. You glanced up as you heard movement in the main room of the apartment. Setting down two knives- one had been used to carve something into the hilt of the other- you walked to the door and leaned against it, watching Sevika stretch in the centre,
“They’re not back yet?” You asked, shrinking slightly behind the doorframe at the glare she gave you, clearly startled,
“No, if they were, Silco would go straight to you,” She said angrily. Seeing you open your mouth to speak again, she quickly interrupted you, “If you’re so fucking worried about him, why don’t you go find him yourself!?” She asked loudly, gesturing to the door,
“Fine. I will,” You said, retrieving the sharper of the two knives and leaving the room, throwing on your jacket, ignoring the burning glare Sevika gave you as you passed her.
As soon as you set foot outside and the door slammed behind you, your realised you had absolutely no clue where to even start looking. Walking down the street you glanced up, hearing the booms and cracks of thunder overhead. Delightful. You sped through the streets, dashing between the crowds and you pulled your jacket over your head as the rain began pelting you from overhead, flashes of lightning illuminating your feet. Blindly, you searched for the boy in the places he brought you to, hoping and praying to the stars above you would find him. Alive.
“They were found just like this? On the street?” More voices. They were so muffled, you could barely hear them. They were far away,
“Yes… The culprits appear to be your own enforcers,” Your body could not shiver,
“Shit… We’ll- I’ll find out who-”
“You’d better be quick and find them before I do. Because when I do, you’ll have hell to pay, Marcus,” Venom. The voice held nothing but venom,
It was the abandoned pier. The wind had picked up and was harsh as it whipped your jacket around, drops of rain scattering across your cheeks. You were utterly drenched and shivering hard, but you had to find him.
He was there.
To your surprise, you found him, body shaking and moving with each heavy breath he took mouth agape and audibly heaving and choking. Water dripped off of him, causing the hard wet pavement around him reflecting the lights around, mixing with a dark substance with it. Blood.
His wild gaze snapped to yours, you saw fear in his… one blue eye. The side of his face was badly massacred, dripping blood like tears down his face. Quickly rushing to his side, you grabbed his arm, throwing it over your shoulder and helping him up, welcoming his weight on top of you,
“Fucking stars above, Silco what happened!?” You asked desperately, clinging to his side and helping him as you stumbled back to your home together,
“Vander…” He managed through gritted teeth, and that’s all you needed for now. You knew the culprit. Someone you had looked up to your whole life. His own brother. It filled you with such spite and hatred, if you weren’t holding on to the person you cared for the most, you would drop him and find that fucker yourself and beat him to the ground and make sure he never- “(Y/N),” As if being able to read your mind, you managed to hear his choked, urgent voice, realising you had slowed your movements, blinded by rage,
“Sorry! Sorry- fuck,” You hissed, letting go of him and letting him lean against the wall of the house. Trying the door, you found it was locked- Sevika was gone. Your eyes widened, not bothering to fumble through your pockets for the keys, as you quickly began to ram your shoulder into it, barely registering Silco’s weak voice calling your name. It finally gave way, sending you toppling inside and almost falling over. You rushed to grab his arm and pull him inside, dragging him to your bed and not-so-gently shoving him onto it, before grabbing the nearby first aid kit. You left momentarily, finding a bowl and filling it with clean water, returning promptly to beginning to look over his wounds.
There were bruises already forming around his neck, the deep purples and large red finger marks appeared against his pale skin. His eye caught your attention again- it was badly beaten and beginning to swell, but amongst the purples and red, you noticed a dangerous black that made your heart clench with fear. You soaked a cloth with some water and reached up to move some of the hair sticking to his face from the residual water, sweat, and blood away. There were deep gashes across his face, sharply cutting into his flesh and into his eye- if that’s what you could even call it anymore. It was likely the work of a knife, judging by their smoothness. As gently as you could, you pressed the cloth to his face. Immediately, he cried out in pain, hands reaching out for you. Harshly, he grabbed your hand, not to pull it away but to seek some sort of comfort. The other gripped your shirt, bunching it up in his bloody fists, bloody knuckles shining in the low light,
“Fuck-” He hissed, and you could feel him tremble against you as you carefully cleaned his face. Moving back to examine him more thoroughly, you grabbed some alcohol to disinfect his wounds, along with cotton pads. You brought your hand to touch his uncut cheek, bringing his attention up to you,
“What happened?” You tried to distract him, gently tucking some of the longer strands of hair behind his ear and glancing at the cloth that was beginning to stain red. He grimaced as you pulled it away, and noticed by now his face had stopped bleeding. You carefully cleaned any residual blood and grime from around his eye, giving you better access to it and the wounds around, before taking the alcohol into your hands and letting the cotton pads soak it in. You couldn’t really tell what had happened to it- it was swollen shut of course but it felt like there was more to it than shown on the surface, “Where- where you by the river?” He gave a weak nod. Worriedly, you began to disinfect the area, grimacing as he winced again at the burning sensation “Silco, you were gone all day-”
“I know,” He said weakly, ragged breaths coming from his lips, one of his hands resting loosely on your arm as you worked on disinfection his face, trying to see if there was anything you should stitch up, “Vander. He did this,” His tone was low, and you firmly put a hand to his chest as he tried to stand up,
“Do not move, you’re going to hurt yourself more,” You said sternly, shifting to cage him in with your body, throwing the used, red cotton pads to the floor. You cast him a small glare and watched as he settled against the pillows with a huff, “You can’t leave here until I finish cleaning this- if this get’s infected-”
“I refuse to stay here with him,” The coldness in his voice made you shiver, and your hands fumbled with the bandages you were readying,
“Where did he even go?” You asked with a frown, pressing gauze against his face gently and reaching with your hand to prop his neck up so you could easily wrap a bandage around his head, holding the gauze in place,
“I left him there. Got out of the waters before he could… He could kill me,” Your hands fumbled at the words, swallowing nervously,
“What happened between you? Why did this even happen?” You asked, shifting as you realised your wet hair had begun to drip on to him. Finally, you deemed there were enough bandages covering his eye, and you firmly tied it up, “We need to take you somewhere- to someone who can-”
“I know where to go,” He stated firmly, sitting up. He was still shaking, and you almost wanted to reach out and hug him,
“Well then come on, we can’t wait, we need to go now before something bad happens to your eye!” You said, grabbing his arm. He didn’t make any move to stand, simply shaking his head, “Silco!! I know you can be a stubborn cunt but just this once can you please listen to me?” You said desperately, letting go of his arm and letting it drop to his side. Worriedly, you watched him, “Please, it’s not-”
“You cleaned it and disinfected it,” You nodded, “That’s enough for now,” He said, single blue eye flicking to look up at you, “Please- stay with me,” He begged,
“But what if he comes back-”
“He won’t… Not tonight,” He said, “Please, (Y/N). I don’t want to be alone I…” He fell quiet, looking away from you. For a moment you stared, blinking at him. Against your better judgement, you reluctantly sat beside him. Instantly, his hand grabbed yours, wincing in pain. Noticing his split knuckles, you carefully tended to them, cleaning them and a few other cuts he had, eyes scanning over the numerous bruises appearing on his skin,
“Silco,” You whispered gently once you finished, allowing your fingers to dance over your burn on his skin, drawing his attention to you, “Do-”
“I don’t want to be alone,” He repeated, moving to rest the uninjured side of his face against your shoulder. You reached a hand to his wet hair, caressing his head and biting your lip. Fine. You’d drop it for now. You’d ask him later, “He betrayed me,” He muttered against you,
“Right,”
“He almost killed me,”
“But you survived,” You said quietly, eyes filling with tears at the thought, “And you’re here with me,”
“It still happened… If you weren’t here-”
“But I was,” You said, moving to gently touch his face, lifting his chin as a way to make him look at you, “And I saved you. And I’d do it again and again if you let me,” You said, watching him worriedly. For a moment he just watched you, lips parted and letting out quick shaky breaths. He then hugged you, arms moving and pressing you impossibly close to him. He shivered against you, no doubt because of the wet clothes clinging to his skin and the injury still causing him pain. You simply held him, running a comforting hand through his hair as you repeated that he was okay in low tones.
You hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep. The reason that you awoke was the shuffling and rustling of clothes nearby. In the dim room, Silco pulled on his jacket and glanced at you, single blue eye meeting your quickly waking face, watching as you sat up,
“Silco what are-” He quickly shushed you, walking to you and touching his cold fingers against your chin, lifting it up to look at him. His clothes were dry and thick, intended to keep the warmth in. The bandages around his head were still the same ones you had used, and the gauze was darker around where his eye was under it- soaked with blood,
“I need to go,” He whispered, and seeing your eyes widen and lips part, ready to protest, he pressed a finger against your lips, “You can only help me so much, (Y/N),” He said, a second hand coming to your other cheek, brushing a tear already beginning to run down your cheek, "I appreciate that you saved me, but I can't stay here. Not with him," He said lowly. Of course not,
“Do you know where you’ll do” He nodded, and reluctantly let you go, eye skimming over the tears now freely falling down your face. You reached out to touch his hand but he moved it away, “Silco, let me come with you, please...” You weakly begged,
“No- if you leave he’ll… He’ll know I’m alive and he’ll hunt me down. He’ll hunt you down. I won’t let you risk your life for me,” He said, and turned, to leave. You opened your mouth but the words died on your tongue; his mind had been clearly made up. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, you watched him sharply turn, walking for the door, “Silco,” You hissed, and watched him freeze in the doorway, “I… Do want to see you again. Whenever that will be,” You whispered, voice cracking. You watched his tense shoulders drop, with a slight shake. He nodded his head and just like that, he walked out of your life.
Sobs tore at your throat at the sound of the front door closing, and quickly pressed your face into your pillow to muffle your cries. His usual scent of cigarettes lingered in the fabric, only making your hurt that much more prominent, the deep realisation he was gone for the foreseeable future hitting you harder than any punch ever could.
“Goodbye, Silco,” You whispered into the nothingness, shutting your eyes tightly and letting the overwhelming urge to sleep consume you.
For a moment, it was all dark. Once more. You felt your body moving, as if it was floating, and then all at once, it was hurtling downwards. Light slowly flooded your senses, and you felt your heart race, anticipating when you would hit the ground. Luckily, your eyes fluttered open before you could,
“Are you awake?” A familiar voice. Silco’s. His scent of smoke- expensive, not cheap like you were used to- surrounded you, coaxing you to properly awaken. This smoke didn’t make you choke or throat tighten, or your lungs blaze. In fact, you pleasantly let it enter your lungs, with soft inhales at first, then deep, eager breaths. Slowly, you blinked, your eyes adjusting to the dim lights. At first, it was all blurry, the greys, browns and greys mixing in your unclear vision. An orange glow quickly drew your attention, and a few more blinks later you noticed the glowing of Silco’s cigar fade, replaced by a curtain of smoke that momentarily obscured his face. He set the cigar down in an ashtray nearby, red and blue eye’s focusing on you. Seeing you meet his gaze, he appeared surprised, “(Y/N)?” He asked, sitting up from a chair and moving closer to sit on the side of your bed. He reached his hand out, and moving a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. His palm rested against your cheek as you gave him a weak smile, “You’re finally awake,” He breathed, relieved.
“Yeah,” You barely recognised your voice with how raspy it was from not being used in a long time. Lifting a hand to gently rub your forehead, feeling a headache form, you frowned at the feeling of a rough texture. A bandage, wrapping around your head,
“Be careful with that,” He said, and the hand on your cheek briefly left to take a hold of yours, interlocking your fingers together and bringing them away from your face. You could see the genuine worry clear in his features, brows creased as he watched you. Twisting your hand in his, you brought them closer to your face so you could see clearly. You swiped your finger over the long white scar on the back of his hand. Your scar. You could just about see your matching one on your own hand. His scar. You smiled softly, and heard him exhale, “I was starting to fear you wouldn’t awaken,” He said with a soft frown,
“You’re capable of being afraid?” You mused, and smiled wider as you saw the corners of his lips upturn, along with a small exhale of air out of his nose, “What?” You asked,
“I’m only human,” He responded, in a soft, whisper-like tone, “It’s easy to forget, I know. But it’s true,” He remained to hold your hand firmly in his as you told him about the pleasant memories you had dreamed of your adolescence together, watching as he smiled fondly. In turn, he filled you in on what you had missed in the near two weeks you had been lapsing in consciousness. And even though your head, joints, and body ached and screamed in pain, you relished in his gentle company, listening as he moved on to recalling the happier parts of his week- although rare. The mention that Jinx had requested brand new paints intrigued you, and you asked him if she could bring them to you when he could. All that truly mattered to Silco was you were back and alive. Talking about your fight at the abandoned building could wait just another day.
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HI I just read the entirety of switch and I just: AAAAAA I love Kwan and Danny so much. I love this FIC so much.
Kwan's ma is the BEST and the conflicts you've set up HURT but they're so good. I Can't say I've ever disliked Kwan or anything but you've totally made me more of a fan of the guy thanks to this fic LMAOO. I've yet to catch up on all the amazin' #Kwantent on your blog but if there's anything new you want to share about the fic or Kwan/Danny etc in general I'd love to hear your thoughts!!! Thank you for sharing ur work!! It's made my week for sure <3<3 and have a gn !!
hm ok so its nfl playoffs so i'm going to share some Football Thoughts on kwan
i've mentioned before that i headcanon kwan as an offensive lineman, specifically left tackle. now, i've touched on the meaning of this a little before, but not much because i sort of assume y'all don't care about my characterization via football positions lmao but now i've decided to tell you anyway.
so offensive lineman have two basic jobs: one is to block for the quarterback (pass blocking), give the wide receivers time to run downfield and get open for the qb to throw to them. if they fail at their job, the qb may get sacked (tackled behind the line of scrimmage resulting in a loss of yards) or may have to throw the ball away (net zero yards) or may make a bad throw (potentially incomplete or intercepted by the other team). their other job is to run block, which is to block the defense so that the running back can go through and get yards.
You may not really get that explanation if you haven't watched football, but the important part is that OL don't get the ball. they don't get touchdowns. their job is to let everyone else score and get the glory. OL are generally not lauded like QBs but their importance cannot be understated.
now, dash is the qb. in this au, kwan is (was) his left tackle. traditionally, this is the most important OL position because it covers a qb's blindspot. if someone comes at the qb (dash) from the right side, he can see it coming and try to run and escape. if kwan doesn't pick up a block, there's a good chance that dash never sees it coming and takes a hit. there's a lot of trust in that relationship. then, translating it to real life and not football, there can pretty easily be a power imbalance too.
now some switch-specific thoughts:
kwan is used to being supporting cast. he's used to taking hits and blocking blows so that the important people can do their jobs. he has translated that unhealthily to his real life. whereas before the important people in his life were paulina and dash who were cruel to people while kwan helped or stood by, now his important people are mostly danny and his mom. while kwan has accepted that his old friend group was bad, he's still a little bit caught up in the old dynamics of it, where he himself is secondary to the stars. just because the star is now different doesn't mean kwan's thinking is.
it's worth mentioning that danny doesn't see it this way at all and has no idea that kwan does. kwan has no idea that this would even be a problem because he kind of assumes its just how things work.
#dp switch#kwantent#bug posts#replies#thanks so much for the comment by the way!!!!!#i really really really appreciate it
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here’s our bus route map for my bus ride! (masterlist!)
here’s the original event post :)
HI EVERYONE!! i just wanted to thank you all for your participation BECAUSE AAAAAA YOU GUYS DELIVERED AND UGH I WAS LITERALLY SO WORRIED NOBODY WAS GONNA WRITE ANYTHING BUTSJFLKFASDF
ALL OF YOU ARE SO TALENTED OKAY??? LIKE BYE I WAS BLOWN AWAY
I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS EVENT HEHEHE I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO SO MUCH!! AND THE FACT THAT YOU SPENT TIME ON THIS EVENT 😭😭MWAH MWAHH
THANK YOU AGAIN FOR 400!! MUCH LOVE AND HUGS AND KISSES :D
ALSO SORRY AHHA THIS WAS POSTED SO LATE
WE IGNORE HOW IT’S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO GET FROM LA TO LONDON VIA BUS JKDFJKFJK
here’s how i formatted it!
title- author’s @!
pairing
genre
warnings
word count
their summary that they made
-> my review!
let’s take a look at our map...
starting from LA, heading to bilbao! we’ll stop along the bus stops on our way!
and yes im aware that the route is going in a weird, illogical way if bilbao is our last stop, shush i wasnt thinking when i made bilbao our last city KJDFJKS
masterlist under the cut!!
now arriving at... los angeles, California!
-> write an AU!! the AU can be literally anything: royalty AU? road trip AU? GO FOR IT!! just as long as it’s not in the canon era hehehe
first stop... “something only the stars know” - @luvoratomi
pairing: suna rintarou x gn!reader
genre: secret relationship au, royal au, crown prince!suna, knight!reader, established relationship, fluff, angst
word count: 544
their summary: in which you and crown prince, suna rintarou, find comfort in each other’s arms underneath the moonlight, where only the stars are witnesses of your love.
-> my review: um. nayru. OKAY IM CONSTANTLY BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR TALENT AND THIS IS NO EXCEPTION. i dont even KNOW who rintarou is but im in love with him. ALSO I DONT THINK IVE EVER READ A ROYAL AU BUT KLASDFJ THIS WAS SO?? WELL?? WRITTEN?? ive reread it at LEAST 5 times.
next stop... an untitled zombie au from @eunoianthia
pairing: yamaguchi tadashi x female!reader
genre: zombie au, angst :)
warnings: a lot of angst, death, a bit of gore?
word count: 1.1k
their summary: going to Los Angeles was a dream, and you were finally achieving it. It’s like a dream come true, going to Los Angeles and your boyfriend tagging along? What could go wrong?
-> my review: OKAY WAIT THIS IS THE FIRST ZOMBIE AU IVE EVER READ. like EVER. AND WHAT I DIDNT EXPECT IT TO HURT THIS MUCH. i- the ending- PLEASE I- i dont even know what to say. how COULD YOU.
now arriving at... 3:38 am from @arquitecturadelanada
pairing: zuko x fem!reader
genre: roommates au, i would say fluff!
warnings: none!
word count: 1.1k
their summary: As sokka’s best man zuko has to write a heartfelt speech for the wedding day, the only issue? he doesn’t believe in love, but maybe his roommate can change his perception on the matter.
-> my review: so youre saying this whole time youve been supporting my writing when YOU WRITE BETTER THAN I DO?? ugh you’re so talented this isn’t funny, and this fic ALMOST MAKES ME WANT TO BECOME AN ATLA BLOG AGAIN BAHHA- “he noticed he was considerably less stressed just by hearing his roommate’s voice” IM GONNA CRY
last stop... “what are the odds” from @hikariakaashi
pairing: kuroo x fem!reader
genre: roommates au, i would say fluff!
warnings: none!
word count: 3.2k
their summary: it was an act of desperation, to say the least, downloading the app lev recommended for him. but he was in dire need of a wedding date. so when kuroo opened up the brightly colored app titled rent a girlfriend, he knew he was in for an interesting evening.
-> my review: so uh 1) i remember writing a review for this and i have no idea where it went IM SO SORRY DSKJFJ and 2) i would do anything for kuroo to be my bf even if it was just my job 😩😩 and 3) um ??? YOURE SO TALENTED?? MISS MA’AM??
now arriving at... london, england!
-> breakup fic time </3 you can make it an angsty breakup, or a fluffy exes to lovers!
first stop... “i love(d) you”- @floralkawa
pairing: tsukishima x reader!
genre: angst!
warnings: none!
word count: 300
their summary: one where tsukishima never showed his love. making it onesided, leading poor f/n on in a bitter relationship. of course, no one can handle it forever, can they ?
-> my review: this is the reason why i dont like angst. i felt this IN MY HEART, OKAY? NOELLE YOU LIED & SAID YOU COULDN’T WRITE FEELINGS. i hate it I HATE IT I HATE IT. but ugh youre talented enough to pull anything off and your angst is PROBABLY the only ones ill read willingly :(
next stop... “i should have seen the signs”- @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner
pairing: oikawa x reader!
genre: angst!
warnings: none!
word count: 2k
their summary: going to the city of love and london was supposed to be an exhilarating vacation after a long week of exams. as it seems, love is fake and so is toru oikawa.
-> my review: um. this kinda hurted me tho. how am i even allowed to be friends with you like ?? miss ma’am? YOURE SO TALENTED??? i hate angst and ill say it again: I HATE ANGST. IT HURTS IT HUUUURRTSS. OIKAWA MY BABY WOULD NEVER DO THAT BUT HE DID. I CANSTEALK I CANT DEAL WITH THIS
now arriving at... berlin, germany!
first stop... “Spring Chills”- @wesokkasimp
pairing: oikawa x reader!
genre: fluff!
warnings: none!
word count: 447
their summary: you and Oikawa go for a walk on a chilly spring day. beware: banter ahead
-> my review: 😐😑😐 my heart wasn’t prepared for this. AND!! I BET Y/N LOOKED GREAT IN THAT TANK TOP; OIKAWA BETTER HAVE GIVEN HIS JACKET TO HER AFTERWARDS. jacket + tank top = cute outfit smh
next up... “warm and fuzzy”- @oikawaplssteponme
pairing: kuroo x reader!
genre: fluff, a hint of angst, childhood friends to lovers, ‘boy next door’
warnings: one swear word, kuroo calls the reader ‘pretty’ however no gender pronouns are used, mini make out
word count: 1.4k
their summary: n/a but a quote: "The lights in your room were dim. Their golden-yellow tone shone above you, though you paid little attention to what was going on inside your room. You were much more interested in what was happening outside.”
-> my review: wait this actually reminds me of me and my front door neighbor GOODBYE AKLSJDF I MISS HIM :( ANYWAYS BAHHAHA- see you never miss 😐 i think awkward tetsu is underrated BYEALKSF THIS WAS SO CUTE I CANTASEKL
last stop... “ice cold”- @kyotarou
pairing: tsukishima x reader
genre: fluff!
warnings: bit of fanon tsukki, mutual pining, smidge of angst, fluff
word count: 700+
their summary: n/a but a quote: “Asshole was the best word to describe Tsukishima Kei. He was an asshole to his peers, and it didn’t change towards you, his best friend.”
-> my review: mY TSUKISHIMA HEART OMG- okay OKAY I THOUGHT I GREW OUT OF MY LOVE FOR HIM BUT ITS ALL COMING BACK ASLKJFDL- oh to share a jacket and be vulnerable with tsukishima ✋😩 once again bestie youre so talented it isnt funny
now arriving at... bilbao, spain!
our only stop in this city... "break-in”- @kohi-zeri
pairing: iwazumi x reader!
genre: fluff!!
warnings: mentions of food and common illnesses, use of “darling” and “brat”
word count: 1.4k
their summary: n/a but a quote: “there’s something so… infuriating about having a migraine. especially when it’s uncalled for.”
-> my review: i cant express to you how much i love sickfics. like JLSDFLJKFSALJ SADFL I CANT- ALSO I READ THIS FOR THE FIRST TIME WHEN I HAD THE WORST HEADACHE SO WHENEVER MY HEAD HURTS I COME REREAD THIS BAHAHHA-
here’s what some of our passengers are saying...
one passenger says “Wait. Stand right there, I want to take a picture of you.”
“pretty petals, pretty pictures”- @shxyo-sho
pairing: iwazumi x reader!
genre: fluff, mutual pining, just two best friends crushing on each other
warnings: none!
word count: 590
their summary: If you could describe your best friend, Kiyoko, in one word; what would it be? I would pick the word, flawless.
-> my review: repeat after me: kiyoko is a queen. and YOU DO HER JUSTICE I ASFDLKJ PLEASE- in all honesty i would be blushing if kiyoko said a word to me too- y/n you arent alone ✋😩
another passenger asks “Why aren’t you asleep?”
"night owl”- @atlabeth
pairing: sokka x reader!
genre: fluff!
warnings: stress over school and one (1) curse, but other than that it’s pure fluff
word count: 907
their summary: If you could describe your best friend, Kiyoko, in one word; what would it be? I would pick the word, flawless.
-> my review: alright this isnt fair where is my irl sokka 😐 YOURE BRINGING ME BACK INTO MY ATLA DAYSDF LKSJA- not complaining tho I LOVE SOKKA SO MUCH. and “But for a “fairly smart person”, you made a lot of bad decisions.” THATS TOO RELATABLE STOP IT RIGHT NOW SFKDJK
HEHEHEHEH THANK YOU AGAIN!! SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GOOD BYE
#morosis's 400 followers bus ride#morosis recommends#haikyuu!!#haikyuu angst#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x reader#atla x reader#haikyuu fanfiction#atla fanfiction#haikyuu x y/n#atla x y/n
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svsss: journey through the mausoleum (plus, zhuzhi-lang is a himbo)
got to chapter 65 last night!
as usually i have a lot to say i guess jkdhgsds i think putting stuff under cuts makes people scroll past these posts more? but also i don’t really want to be too annoying with my Many Reactions so cuts are a good way to go
tldr: loved the mausoleum arc, big fan of tlj, communication is good, and i have a new favorite scene in the book
binghe is extra as FUCK for bringing in all those rhino pythons
so i maintain that tianlang-jun should have been foreshadowed more/is introduced too late in the story, but other than that i think he’s a really fun villain and i’m a fan
for one - he’s the only one who’s able to hurt binghe :0 harm the protagonist...
which creates some Very Good Tension
count number one of zhuzhi-lang being a himbo: trying to sacrifice himself for tlj while being threatened
“is zzl really a himbo” you ask. well, yes. is he dumb? very much so. is he nice? absolutely. is he hot? well, i have no idea. i forget if he’s described as attractive or not. but, i think he can be if he wants. does being a little bit evil negate his himbo-ness? idk! i’m sticking with my assessment
i think i have a bit of a soft spot for evil henchmen
zzl also protects sqq from the corpses <3 good for him
it’s always fun to me when the system is like “wooo yay you fixed the storyline! cut the filler!” because 1. love seeing sqq lay waste to pidw and 2. the implications?? once more i am wondering WHY is the system so interested in making pidw a better story. (and the fact that it’s still calling his adventures in this world a story.) are sqq’s adventures being written down and serialized in the real world? are we as readers supposed to believe that scum villain, as a text, is a direct result of sqq’s “editing” of pidw?
uh, back to the plot
binghe wasted spiritual energy trying to preserve the mushroom/plant body :( come on man...
i really like the whole stretch of plot when binghe’s unconscious. it’s just so tense!! really well-done in my opinion - this is the first time in a while we’ve got a sense that lbh is in danger, and sqq is also running low on energy and stuff, so they’re both in bad places and the stakes are high
PLUS the hurt-comfort of it all. sqq trying not to hurt lbh’s body :(
the whole part in the coffin!! excellent. and the convo with meng mo... sqq calling himself lbh’s shizun finally...
cuddles <3
dying at lbh’s fuckin. boner. and the system’s REACTION it’s so EXCITED i am just. holds my head in my hands. i can’t deal with this novel
the confrontation with qiu haitang and the old palace master was very cool and intense. though i have to say i’m not really a fan of either “angry unreasonable woman” or “bitter disabled person” as tropes/archtypes (especially how sqq was reacting to the palace master’s condition). and poor qiu haitang! i have no idea if there’s any way to set her mind at ease other than revealing the whole transmigration thing. i do hope she’ll turn up again and get a better ending?
so the plague city sqq callout party is once again not directly lbh’s fault! the old palace master is the one to blame!
SO ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS IN THE BIT I READ LAST NIGHT. is. sqq realizing that he could utilize lbh’s plot armor to his advantage. but then deciding that he doesn’t want to take that risk. doesn’t want to use lbh’s body as a prop!!!
character development :D
he’s really starting to see lbh as a person as opposed to a character! and being less selfish/survival-oriented...
man. sqq, almost beaten, lying on the ground holding binghe in his arms........ :(((
so is the implication that lbh injured/took revenge on the old palace master because the palace master was being creepy to him about his mom? it’s a bit vague but that’s my theory. weirdo old man...
speaking of people lbh killed. maybe it will be revealed that gongyi xiao is actually alive too :( i’m still salty about that
SO MUCH DEMON BLOOD. poor sqq
so i don’t think i got how sqq was able to free himself from zzl’s blood manipulation? was it because binghe woke up and subdued it?
binghe waking up was a lil deus-ex-machina-y lol i would have liked to see some sort of trigger for it (even a cheesy one). like i get why he’s ok and no longer hurt (protagonist powers!) but like, gimme a reason for the shift to happen at that precise moment...
but AAAAAA FINALLY THEY ARE TALKING
lbh realizes how much sqq went through to save him :( and he’s so happy he didn’t get abandoned!!!! aaaaaa my poor boy
i like crybaby lbh much more than i like cold/cruel lbh lol
i do agree with sqq’s assessment though - lbh keeps doing the thing where he cries and apologizes but doesn’t actually change. he’s slowly getting better about it but that’s some development i’d like to see
so tlj.... DOESN’T want lbh’s body? i stg his motivations change every 5 minutes. that’s one other thing i don’t really like about him. is the “trying to steal lbh’s body” thing just gonna go nowhere? f...
ALSO SQQ GETTING OUTRAGED ABOUT TLJ CALLING HIMSELF MORE HANDSOME THAN BINGHE
binghe dumbass moments <3 gave him the sword...
..........zhuzhi-lang vore.......
zzl, while healing sqq’s plant arm: don’t worry i don’t want to fuck you unlike LUO BINGHE.
sqq: OKAY??? THANKS
i really hope there exists shipfic of sqq and zzl. like i don’t ship them at all but they just get into so many Situations that i cannot help but think about it. like it would make a funny crack premise
you know what? sqq deserves his own harem. it could consist of lbh, lqg, sqh, zzl.....
SQQ CANNOT CATCH A BREAK. TLJ IS A FAN OF RESENTMENT OF CHUNSHAN
modern au tlj is the dad who is way way way too supportive and thinks sqq would just be a wonderful husband for his son~~
interested in tlj’s intention to unite the human and demon worlds. like on the surface it sounds like a good idea right? peace and harmony and reconciling differences and stuff. but tlj’s plan is certainly not well-thought-out, and i’m sure his intentions also skew towards a sort of “merge them so they’re both easier to rule over” thing - which i don’t think is confirmed or anything, it’s just my suspicion
both tlj and lbh have a sort of entitlement thing going on - “i’m powerful so i can do whatever i like / take for myself something i love (whether that be humans or sqq).” which is then backed up by the power the system allows them as final boss and protagonist respectfully
speaking of lbh taking whatever he wants: stop kissing sqq without asking him aaaaa!!!! we know you love him and it’s sweet but please bro
him going all that way to reunite with sqq though <3
and then zzl comes in and i just.
this scene is simply the best
the slapstick of it!!!! i wanna see it animated so bad holy shit
the scene was good when it was just “sqq hides lbh under the bedcovers and he’s having none of it” but then it just kept escalating...
sqq and zzl’s convo is so suggestive too...
zzl himbo moments again?
AND THEN TLJ WALKS IN
“no need to explain, i understand everything” OK BRO.
LIU QINGGE IS HERE <3
tlj fanboying over him a little lmao
tlj, upon realizing that lbh had been in the bed with zzl and sqq: oh, you guys were having a threesome?
i cannot deal with this. i’m gonna do some sketches from this scene it’s so funny
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Jealousy [Skephalo]
I felt like actually trying to write something today. This time, I didn't improvise for 20 minutes. This features a jealous Skeppy who has recently moved in with a certain someone... Hope you enjoy! :P
Oh my god, no. I am not. This is not happening right now. Zak cringes at himself, wondering how his feelings got him roped into this kind of situation.
Zak has been Darryl's roommate for a couple of weeks now, and it's probably one of the best decisions he ever made. Darryl as a roommate is amazing and so much fun to have around. Their friendship has gotten a lot stronger as they grew closer. It made Zak really happy, and yet really REALLY anxious.
Zak didn't want to admit it, but he knows that he really likes Darryl. As he spent more time around him, his crush for his best friend has only gotten stronger. Zak figures that Darryl would never reciprocate those feelings, so he tries his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach whenever they interact. It hurts a little, but it's for the sake of their friendship. He can usually hide those feelings with ease.
But apparently, that's not the case at all today.
Zak is sitting on the couch, glaring in slight annoyance at what's next to him. He's been trying to get Darryl's attention for the past couple minutes, but it's proven to be difficult. He's been cooing at his little rat for the past hour and every time he'd try to talk to him, he would only give short responses and go back to smooching his dog. Zak groans, embarrassed while thinking to himself. I can't believe I'm feeling like this all because of a dog. This is so stupid, I'm being an idiot!
Darryl giggles as Rat covers his face in slobber. "Heehee! Awww! I love you! I love youuuu!" Zak's face slightly flushes as he pouts, suppressing the urge to scowl. Darryl looked up at Zak and notices his facial expression. "You doing alright, Zak?" Zak's eyes widen as he turned away to hide the fact that his face was getting redder, panicking a bit before giving an answer.
"Uh- I-I'm bored! I think I'm gonna stream in a minute. Wanna join me?" Darryl's eyes perk up, "Oooh! Of course you fatty, I'll join you!" He picks Rat up to his face and smiles. "I'll hop on to Minecraft in a sec." He nuzzles his dog's nose, "I'm taking this little cutie right here with me! Yes I am!" Zak twitched as he forced a smile and a laugh, "Hahaha, yeah..." He quickly stands up, "I'm just gonna go to my room and.. set up."
Darryl raises an eyebrow as Zak hurries to his room. Shrugging, he picks up his dog and goes to his own room to get ready.
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The stream has been going on for over an hour and currently they were doing a 1v1 bed wars. Right now, the score is tied and whoever wins next takes it all. Zak would love to settle the score once and for all, but....
"Aww thank you for the kisses! I love you! Yes I do! Yes I dooo!" Zak felt his eye twitch as he growls under his breath. He decided to look at his chat.
AWWWW!
Bad you're so cute oh my god.
❤RAT SUPPORT❤
"Baaaaaad! Are we going to finish this game or not?!" Darryl raised a brow again, sensing a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Hold your muffins Skeppy!" He giggled, "I think Rat wants to go for a walk."
Zak muted his mic as he covers his face and lets a groan of frustration out. "Alright. Skeppy, Imma head out for a moment. I need to take her for walksies. Okay?" Zak unmutes his mic and giggles a bit, "Walksies?" "Yehes, walksies!" Zak rolled his eyes and smiled, "Okay! Okay, just go so that you could hurry back!" "Alright! Relax you muffin head! I'll be right back." Darryl and his dog walk out of the room. Zak stays silent for a moment until he lets out a frustrated sigh and smiles. "Oh my god he triggers me so much sometimes."
He laughs as he continues on with his mini rant with a smile. "I love dogs as much as the next guy and his dog is absolutely adorable, but Bad is really getting on my nerves. Ahaha! You guys should've seen him! He's cute and all, but he was barely paying any attention to me for the entire day!" Zak continued rambling until he slowly came to a stop. He processed and realized what he said out loud... on stream.
HOLY SHIT HE'S JEALOUS!
SKEPPY IS JELLY! AAAAAA <3
SERIOUSLY!? OVER A DOG?! LMAO
SOMEONE CLIP THIS AND SEND IT TO BAD!
Oh no, he even has webcam on. They can probably see how red his face is right now! Before the chat could freak out any more than it already has, Zak abruptly ended the stream. He has one hand on his face and the other on his chest as he tries to calm down. "...Shit."
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"Oh my goodness Skeppy, did you do something?" Darryl muttered under his breath, coming back from walking Lucy. He is looking at his phone blowing up with notifications from Twitter. Opening the door he was surprised to see Zak sitting on the couch. "Oh hey, um. What's going on? Why aren't you in your room?" Zak slightly looked away from him, "I ended the stream." "Wait what?" Is this why my Twitter is blowing up? "Aww, but I didn't even get to say goodbye to everyone. Why did you end without me?" Zak crosses his arms a bit, "Just.. didn't feel like streaming." Okay, that's it. "Zak, you're acting weird."
"Wh- I'm acting weird?! You're weird! I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not acting weird!" Darryl observes Zak for a moment. He looks... nervous? He decides to look at Twitter for answers, something must've happened. In the meantime, he also brings up everything else that's been going on.
"Yes, you are! You've been acting strange all day! This afternoon, you couldn't stop staring at me with Rat. Then, during the stream you sounded annoyed every time I talked to Rat. And now, you're acting like a muffin! And oh my goodness why is my phone-" Darryl cut off as he stares at his phone wide eyed as he looked through all the messages saying the exact same thing. "...Bad?"
"I love dogs as much as the next guy-" "WAIT BAD NO! DON'T LISTEN TO IT!"
Zak tries to grab his phone away, but to no avail as Darryl puts it out of his reach.
"He's cute and all, but he was barely paying any attention to me for the entire day!"
Darryl's face heats up after hearing the clip. His mind processes what he heard and what he knows, and put the pieces together. Zak stood still, face turning red. "D-Darryl, it's not what you-" "Were you actually..." Giggles start to pour out from him. "You were jealous of my dog?!" "nO I WASN'T!" Zak's voice cracked which only made Darryl start to have a laughing fit.
Zak swore that his stomach did a flip. Too flustered to even look at him, he hides his face in his hoodie sleeves, lightly laughing because of his friend cracking up. "Oh my god, shut up!" Darryl tried to muffle his own laughter but to no avail. "I'm so- I'm sorryheeheeHA!" Zak whined feeling his face heat up even more in embarrassment. "I'm done. I'm so done. I'm walking away from you now." "Nononono wait! Wahahait!" Darryl wraps Zak into a hug as his giggles die down.
"Oh my goodness, that was adorable." Zak let out a muffled groan. "No it wasn't, it was so stupid!" Darryl grins and took a moment to look at the small boy hiding his face against his shoulder. It's so rare for him to ever see Zak like this. He wanted it to last a little longer. "Awe... I'm sorry I made you jealous geppy." He chuckled, gently cupped Zak's face in his hands, and said in the most sincere voice he could muster. "You know you'll always be my little muffin."
And Zak thought he couldn't be flustered more than he already is.
Zak froze as he was left speechless. Staring into his green eyes, he feels like his own heart was going to leap out of his chest. Darryl slightly looks away from him, suddenly nervous about Zak's silence, face turning pink from embarrassment. "U-Um.. Zak? I-I really-"
Darryl yelped as he was suddenly tackled onto the couch. Zak started to laugh as he trapped him in his arms. "Skeppy! Let go of me!" He only laughed more at the fact his minecraft name was used. "No, and you can't make me badboyhalo!" Darryl tried to escape from his clutches, but nope he's definitely stuck here. "Dang it Zak, why?!" Zak leaned in closer to his chest and mumbled, "If I'm your muffin, that means you're also mine, and I'm not letting go."
He could feel Darryl's heartbeat speed up. Zak beamed brightly as he heard Darryl become a flustered stuttering mess. "I-I Za- Wh- I-... ohmygoodness." Zak giggled as Darryl sighed and also wrapped his arms around him. He chuckled to himself. What did I get myself into?
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Hours has passed and it's in the middle of the night. The small dog walked into the living room and wagged her tail at the sight. Her owner and her new friend were sleeping on the couch together. Their arms were still slightly wrapped around each other. She hopped onto the couch, finding a spot beside them, made herself comfortable, and drifted to sleep.
#badboyhalo#skeppy#skephalo#my writing#fanfiction#aaaaa I should do this more often :>#if you made it to the end i love you <3#rat is best girl
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YEAR END LOVE.
happy holidays and advance happy new year everyone!! this was supposed to be for christmas but.. yeah hope u had a great time w your loved ones <33 this is for my friends who helped me get thru shitty times, who made me laugh so hard, and made me feel appreciated :) to my mutuals, thank u for taking ur time to talk to me!! any interactions from u guys makes me so so happy <3 im proud of you for getting through this year!! this is gonna b a long one .. hehe <3 sorry if i didn't mention u!! i still love u :( this is in no particular order dw dw ily all d same
to my followers, mutuals, and people who likes my stuff in general ツ
AAAAAAA guys ily you rock !! thank u for supporting me and just being there for me (esp for the ones who listened and stayed w my shit !!) ty for liking, reblogging about my stuff, or just interacting w me!! pls pls talk to me let's have some good convo hehe i hope no one will send me or any blog hate bc that isn't cool >:( happiness and love only are allowed people!!!
@sunakissses ツ
my bestie, my bae, babe <3 you rock val if im honest :( even tho we haven't been friends for a long time, we just clicked !! and yeah talking to u is just makes me at ease n u have that comfy vibes :)) and our interactions r so funny and wholesome <33 i just love when im talking to ya you know :(( and idk i love ur supportive aura whenever i do something hehe :( lets keep going next year and be more closer >:) and yes u and suna r going to be the cat's first ever aunt and uncle <3
@romaune ツ
okay .. the literal meaning of sunshine, yes you gracie baby :( you're so wholesome i wanna cry thats me 2 u !! i love your aura and just everything, i get so excited when u reply to my asks fr, because ure so enthusiastic n i like that a lot !!! :( ik we don't talk a lot yet but from our interactions (or just us screamin abt our mans winks) i know i gained a friend, a good n funny friend for that:) and ure so like hinata i wanna squish and hug and talk to!! i love how we scream abt our ongoing suna brainrots HAHA can't forget that <33
@cryoqi ツ
people put ur hands up 4 the coolest person ive met !!!! >:( istg you're so kind and so funny even if thats not ur intention T_T at first i was intimidated by u but then yeah <33 we vibe :( only the real ones know abt us and me bein your bread anon <33 ure rlly great and can't forget d time us and dove sang thru texts ...? yes that i cried while laughing HAHA, and yes i love the way u write 2!! so you and just amazing overall :)) n yeah i like to talk to u a lot in the server !!! ure so funny & relatable at times hihi
@miyasangel ツ
arden bae !!! you're so ... cool and pretty and one of the people i want 2 talk to in here <3 you're like cool and the way you write is chefs kiss >:( and i love it whenever we talk abt random things AHSHS and when we talk abt atsumu <33 i love love that !! n yeah good thing i interacted w u b4 on ur old blog and get to talk to you more !!! i was so shy n nervous while sending you asks sometimes LMAO idk why :(( ure rlly a great friend <3 n i think u also became a factor on why im liking inarizaki :D
@cafemiya ツ
omg hail to issy !! i know we don't talk that much yet but i literally like u a lot >:( you're rlly great w your long fics !! n handmade heaven lead me to you and ur asks <3 and you're so chaotic too HAHA i like that :) dw ill always shower u w compliments bc u so deserve it bby !!! and i squeal sometimes when u reply to my asks w the same energy :(( n yes i just love you and your vibe in general <3 and im so excited 4 the collab !!! <3 thanks for reaching me out hehe or my slowburn fic journey wont happen :( anw ily and keep slayin issy baby!!!! :D
@kuro0luvr ツ
omg kieran .. the big phat supporter of chlojime is here people !!! <3 i just love loooove talking to you esp in the server & we scream abt anything n everything :( and thank u for always giving me support and everyone else when we're down!! you're one of my sunshines 2 :( i love how we just talk and instantly b close friends you know!! even tho we dont chat like in dms we r so close hehe :( and yes ill never forget how happy u got when i complimented that u have akaashi vibes <3 ty for being a good friend n supporter to me :(((
@oikawasbliss ツ
milo everyday !!! >:) i missed our interactions tbh :( you're just so chill n i vibe w u a lot!! your themes omg i want em its so aesthetic and everything <3 and uhm i love ur love for oikawa >< i mean who wouldn't but whenever i see smth kawa related i think of u immediately T_T and yes ure just so so cool :(( lets talk more soon gah and maybe talk abt aot hehe smirks <3 and yes i just like ur themes and vibe a lot <3 lets talk more soon gah >:)
@himichii ツ
I KNOW we didn't talk really like until few weeks ago but ... you're so funny and kind n lowkey sweet HAHA u were so intimidating before i can't talk 2 u <//3 but im glad i did !! not me writin this and listening to the playlist u made for me :( omg thank u for that and the other that u posted, i felt nostalgic and (good) sad on d inside <3 HAHS lets talk more omfg idk what 2 say :( OH oh ure a greatt writer :( the angst u sent yesterday made me sad gah <3 let's talk more in the new years!!! :(
@hajimine ツ
oml lexy bae where do i start??? omg ily like <3 because you're so nice n sweet n so funny 2!! glad i started participating in your ask games and on that we became friends hehe :( i love how we just talk abt anything on your asks <33 like ur life keeps me entertained HAHA and when u became more chaotic n all that .. i liked it!!! :( and oh u write so well if u didnt know >:( can't wait 4 more interactions w you bae !! <3 and ugh omg ily <3 literally cannot express how much :( you have good vibes n i wanna have that too !! and love how we just scream over one man ;D
@lcaita ツ
omg kai ... hi <3 HAHS sorry if im so awkward wtf but ure so cool and so funny !!! i like ur vibes always even tho ure not always around <3 and when youre around i just get happy !!! >< for some reason i love ur name hehe and uhm i love ur aesthetics hehe on ur acc !!! >:) and yes thank u for being a kind friend hehe :( lets talk more next yr abt anything!!! maybe abt ur mans (kaashi, semi, others) hehe ;)
@kemochie ツ
nea !!! i just . wanna say that you're a sweet human being :( and deserve the world :( ik we didnt interact much yet but !!! i love u already n your aura in general <3 and i just get soft on ur username for some reason T_T i love our little interactions from time 2 time n i wanna boost that more on the new years!! <3 idk i like u :( that's it thats my say :(
@nightmareupondaydream ツ
kana baby !!! im so grateful for u whenever u send me sweet words at random times ... and when i need it <3 and i missed our chats in dms :( lets do it again sometime !! im gonna be here for u okay :( and you're so sweet fr i love u,, and yeah just talkin about how shitty life is or how my writing goes, let's do that on the new years oki!! <3333
@ravscrii ツ
thank u for being there like really >< ik u have own probs to solve but you still helped me :( ty for being a great listener and supporter hehe <3 u deserve great things !!! and pls dw okay we're good even tho we arent talking that much :( i miss that hehe n ure a kind and funny person ASHS esp in the server ur replies n everything make me laugh :( lets talk more soon like the old times AAAAAA i miss it hehe <3 and goodluck on genshin HAHA pls entertain me w it even tho i don't play </3
@rintaroll ツ
olivia babe <3 omg i missed u sorry 4 not checking on u :( forgive me <//3 just wnna say u totally made my 2020 better n a little more bearable <3 i like ur vibes sm and ur name .. olivia wow i like it :( and oh you're so aesthetic like ur blog in general ??? hello pls step on me :( and u also influenced me (for some reason) to like tsumu more ?! which i dont mind at all .. i like it when we scream over tsumu or i tease u n him getting horknee :D yeah and god i can't forget the time we fangirled over gojo on ur asks ... and u sent me gojo gifs which made me scream <3 one of my unforgettable moments w ya!!
to my hajime anon + mod ツ
thank u for always being here :( and you just chatting w me makes me so happy <3 i hope you'll see this hehe and just thank u and ily yknow :( when im down or happy, or shitty you're just there, supporting me always <3 im so grateful for that!! and hajime anon mod ily :( thank u for taking ur time to chat w me and make me so happy hehe <3 take ur time okay :)
to my baby, stella ツ
AAAAAAA idk if you'll see this but shoot me an ask if u saw :( uhm i love ur vibes and you're so cool !! promise <3 and your theme changes r always so beautiful <3 pls pls i love you so much agh im so worried when u deactivated :( pls dont overwork okay whenever ure working :( i love talkin to u always in ur asks !!! ure so sweet and lovely grr >:( u deserve all d good things okay ily stel :((
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— tag game ¿!
tagged by: @bluejaem, @wonciel and @shotarology thanks guys :(( <33
1. Why did you choose your url?
bc chan had noticed me and i was like 👁💧👄💧👁
2. Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them?
nope but i plan on making another one when some other idol notices me so it becomes ____noticedmeuwu uknow djcnksc
3. How long have you been on Tumblr?
august 2020 <3
4. Do you have a queue tag?
queue: twirling with the fireflies and my friends whom now i call memories ✨🌃
5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?
i think bc i wanted to follow an author and give support and ended up being one vnjkdnk
6. Why did you choose your icon / pfp?
first of all, it fits my emo theme currently, second, because ive been in a jisung brainrot recently, and third OOOF AAAAAA SMOKEY EYE JISUNG <///3
7. Why did you choose your header?
I saw that hyuck picture in my pinterest board for hyuck and decided i wanted a goth theme, so i made one ehheehheheh i made my header <///3
8. What’s your post with the most notes?
this one fjkdnv the metanoia masterlist NSDNSDVK 258 NOTES BRUH THIS IS MY PRIDE AND JOY
9. How many mutuals do you have?
im guessing around 70-90 but i interact with only 50 to 60% of em
10. How many followers do you have?
437 as of now
11. How many people do you follow?
101 people!
12. Have you ever made a shitpost?
my blog is just 80% shitposting, 15% fics and 5% studying rants <333
13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?
i pretty much use tumblr religiously its very addicting
14. Did you have a fight / argument with another blog once? Who won?
i guess maybe once? it wasnt very big and it never made it to the dash (like it rightfully shouldnt have) and its a thing in the past, its long gone forgotten
15. How do you feel about ‘you need to compare this’ posts?
i honestly don't know what that is but it depends on the context of the post, so i guess i feel neutral i have no feelings towards it
16. Do you like tag games?
yes i do but i hardly play them so im sorry for that sncdksjcnjk
17. Do you like ask games?
i like them better than tag games! WAYYY better JNSDJND
18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?
mmmmm @blueprint-han @nakamotocore @jaehyunsssslut uh,,,,, i guess thats it??? most of my moots are like actual celebs but these were just on the top of my head lmfao hi guys its me ur gurl sorry for the tag
19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?
me and @sweetlyjaem met when i proposed to her so were practically married at this point
20. Tags:
hi if u see this ur tagged <333 i really said fuck rules
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GOOD NEWS! I got a job! A very, very good job that I know I will enjoy and that will be very important for my career. I’m thrilled. I start in February, so I will be writing less (we all knew the day would come!), but I am still here and I am still writing. It’s a normal office hours job, so it shouldn’t be all that different, honestly.
1. Aaaaaa thank you so much friend! I really appreciate it. I loved that piece and I’m glad other people enjoyed it, I really am.
2. I love you so much!!! Thank you for telling me 🥰
3. When I do 😅 I promise I am working on it.
4. This makes me so happy to hear. You are always welcome here, friend. I definitely agree with you that Spencer is autistic in my head (and MGG agrees!). I’ve listened to basically every interview by him and he talked about how they originally wanted Reid to essentially be Sheldon from TBBT and Gubler basically said ‘No. He’s a normal guy, he’s just kinda awkward and really smart.’ His advocacy for IDD means a lot to me and I’m so glad we got to see him play a character. It bums me out that people often forget/leave out how much disability advocacy groups mean to him.
I feel you on people questioning your diagnosis. As someone with dyscalculia (learning disability that specifically impairs math concepts), I’ve been fighting the math and science super-genius stereotype my whoooole life. I haven’t quite mastered eye contact, but I applaud you for being able to do it! I’m sorry you are obligated to, though.
You are very valid, and I’m always here if you want to chat or infodump about CM or anything else. It’s important to find your space wherever you go, and I will carve it out for us with a spoon if I have to. You deserve to exist as yourself without having to be worried about other people hurting you for it.
If you want to follow other wonderful autistic people in the fandom, @zhuzhubii and @illegalcerebral are both highly recommended by me ☺️
5. So, my advice for allistic people is always to refer to an autistic person how they want to be referred to. It’s a very personal decision with a lot that goes into it. A lot of people grew up with the DSM label Aspie/Aspergers and change isn’t easy for us. There is a lot of discourse about it. It’s one of those things that I think is best handled by letting autistic people talk amongst ourselves.
That being said, I would suggest you refrain from using the word outside of that one person’s interactions, and that you should support the movement to swap the terminology for ASD/Autistic rather than Asperger’s.
Also, slightly related, it’s always a good idea to simply not refer to our autism unless it’s absolutely necessary. Identifying us without our permission can put us in very uncomfortable or dangerous positions, and it avoids any problems with preference.
If she refers to herself as an Aspie, you should call her that. There is also a lot about intellectual elitism and other functionality/support issues... But it’s a lot. I won’t get into it now, lol. It’s intracommunity discourse.
Do what she wants. If she hasn’t stated a preference, refer to her as autistic. If she corrects you, go with what she says. It’s her identity and I think she should be able to define it (this is a controversial opinion, even among the community - other people can and likely will feel differently).
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