bronwyn: i have a bad feeling about this…

nate: what do you mean?

cooper: like that little voice in your head that says “this is a bad idea,” you know?

addy: no.

nate: no.

bronwyn: unfortunately this explains a lot

Silly Time

SO UH i finished it (: teehee

be kind as always as i was just having fun with it!! thank you for the love on the snippet of this... i hope you guys enjoy this silly thing!! Happy new year from me!!

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It was another sunny day in the Daycare. Kids were playing and screaming in delight as they ran around.

Sun was sitting with some quieter kids at the small table, where they all drew on some colored paper with crayons. He, too, was drawing along with them. It looked rather comical as he sat there, his legs bent like a frog would sit, and in his hand a tiny crayon as he doodled on the blue piece of paper he had gotten. Sun was enjoying his day until a tiny voice spoke up at the table.

"Uhm... Mister Sun?"

Sun looked up from his drawing, his faceplate doing a silly little spin and his grin soft. 

"Yes, little star Kris?" 

The little girl looked down at the crayon in her tiny hand before speaking again. "I was... Wondering if you knew why Mister Moon calls the nice security guard, who comes here sometimes, for Love."

Sun trained his barely moving expression to remain still, though inside, he was shocked by this new knowledge. "Oh? Moon calls them for Love?" He tried to poke Moon's AI in his headspace, but the other remained quiet. Sun and Moon were able to communicate through their shared headspace, but the other AI moved away from Sun's poking, making him scoff internally.

"Yeah... I was just wondering because my mom and dad call each other that." Little Kris continued before going back to doodling as little kids do when they lose interest in getting an answer.

Which fit Sun fine as his inner workings were reeling, his fans kicking in. Moon had never mentioned that he was hanging out with a night guard, and especially not this one.

Sun could usually peek through Moon's eyes and be present when Moon was in control, but lately, the other AI had closed the connection, and at first, Sun thought maybe Moon just needed alone time, which was, of course, fine! But it seems there were other things at play. 

But Sun couldn't ask Moon about this right now. He was working and busy as he was an excellent daycare attendant. He thought so himself, at least.

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Luckily for Sun, the kids got picked up earlier today, and he decided that as soon as he had cleaned, he would poke his other half until he responded. 

As Sun swept the floors and cleaned the surfaces, he heard the doors open, and the Security guard came in. The animatronic scattered to the playground to hide as he often did when this guard came around. It was not that he hated this security guard or anything. He and Moon didn't trust any of the adults. But for Moon, that might have changed.

"Hello? Moon?"

Sun was in one of the play castles, quiet as he hid in the small tower, checking his internal clock. It was indeed time for Moon to come out, and Sun could feel the other stir.

The sunny animatronic kept his white eyes on the security guard, hiding behind the castle doorway as he spoke internally. 

"Oh! So now you respond to me." Sun grumbled.

"... I just woke up," Moon mumbled back in reply.

"And?! Moonie, what is this about you calling THIS security guard for 'Love'??!" 

Moon groaned in the headspace. "You said you didn't like them, and I wanted to see them for myself and quickly found out you're being a dumbass."

Sun squawked in their shared space. "ME?? A DUMBASS? Moonie! The adults are not nice to us ever. I mean, you even told me you hate all the night guards and the security guards!"

Sun could feel Moon rolling his eyes. "This one's different. Let me out. They're calling for me still."

"Nuh-uh."

"... What the hell do you mean 'Nuh-uh'??" Moon growled.

"Moon? It's time to do the rounds!" The short guard called out into the empty Daycare, then removed their hat to scratch their head. "Moon? It's okay if you don't want to! Uh..."

Sun kept his eyes trained on the guard from his hiding spot. 

Moon continued. "Sun! Let me out!"

"I can't believe you trust them to do those security rounds with you! They're small! weak!"

Moon scoffed. "They're nice! Now let me out!"

Sun hummed and then replied, "No."

"NO?! SUN!"

The Sunny animatronic then shut the other AI out, dooming Moon to sit back and watch as he moved down from the play castle and over to the security guard. 

"Hi, Friend!" Sun said with a bright smile.

The security guard jumped in surprise and dropped their hat. "oh! Hi Sun!" they stuttered and bent down to pick the hat up. "I was wondering why the lights were still on..." They mumbled to themself.

Sun frowned, and Moon broke through. "You have never been kind to them, you wannabe jester." Sun gaped internally. Oh, how he wished he could punch his other half.

"Well! Sunshine. I got the task of cleaning the Daycare, and it took a bit longer than I thought," Sun said with a smile, but it faltered when he heard Moon's deep chuckle in the back of their shared headspace.

The guard looked at Sun with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. 

Sun then realized he had given the security guard, he had avoided at all costs, a nickname, an endearing one as well. "Oh."

"Uhm... Well, if Moon isn't active, can you tell him to come find me once you're done?" The guard- ["-Sunshine." Moon supplied with a smirk in this tone.] 

Sun groaned lightly, running a hand down his faceplate before smiling at the guard. "Or we could go together?" 

Moon growled in the back of his head. "You cannot take my time! Sun! Go turn off the lights. Now."

Sunshine, the guard, looked shocked; it looked like this was so out of pocket for Sun to suggest. "Oh!... Are you able to leave the Daycare?" They curiously asked.

Sun hummed. "Yes, of course! If Moon can leave, why shouldn't I also be able?" he asked with a spin of his faceplate, causing Sunshine to let out a flustered giggle.

"True... Well, alright, if Moon doesn't mind," They said with a smile. Sun smiled sweetly as he heard Moon complain angrily, wandering around in their headspace. "He doesn't mind at all, Sunshine! It will be good for us to get to know each other!" He held his hand out to them, which they grabbed with a shy smile. 

"Ooooo, when I get you, Sun." Moon hissed quietly in their shared head, to which the sunny side of the animatronic let out a quiet chuckle before looking down at Sunshine and guiding them to the massive doors at the entrance to the Daycare.

The two left the Daycare hand in hand to do security rounds. Maybe Moon was right about this one, Sun thought as he glanced down at the guard as they walked together. 

This time it was different.

Not that Sun ever wanted to give Moon right, but perhaps he could let this guard close to them.

Just this one time.

actually you know what, a drunk jan crying over how beautiful and sweet nace is would be a delight to read. writer's choice who he's talking to

Sorry this took so long, but here it is! Hope you like it!

TW for alcohol consumption

"But Jure, Jure listen to me. Are you listening?"

Jan tried to get Jure's attention by grabbing his sleeve and lightly tugging. Jure finally looked away from his empty glass and back to him. He looked tired, but Jan was too deep into the bottle of whiskey to stop.

"Yes, Janči, I am listening."

"Nace is just...so wonderful. He remembers all the little things. When I get to the practice, he just knows when I want coffee. And he knows my coffee order too!"

Jure bit his lip, as if stopping himself from saying anything. And okay, yes they all had the same order, exceot for Kris. But still. It counted. Jan took his coffee with very little sugar, while Jure put two spoonfuls in his. The difference mattered.

"Very thoughtful of him."

Jan sighed. They were at the studio, wjere they usually practiced. Just upstairs, taking up the little table. There was enough space, as long as neither of them tried to stand up.

Jan flopped down on the bench, staring at the ceiling.

"He is generally so wonderful and thoughtful but-"

Jure groaned and leaned his head against the table. When he didn't say anything, Jan continued.

"I really can't believe he shaved. He looked like-like-"

"Like he is straight?" Jure asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Well, yes. That was a gist of it. Not that Jan meant to imply being straight was bad. Obviously not.

"Like he is straight and goes to church."

Jure chuckled.

"Wait, doesn't he?"

Jan blinked, turning his gaze from the ceiling to Jure.

"Doesn't he what? Straight?"

Jure slapped his hand over his forehead.

"How does that even make sense? No, I mean, doesn't he go to church?"

Jan shrugged. Not really. He believed in God, as far as Jan gathered, but it's not like he had the time to go to a church every Sunday. It was a topic Jan tiptoed about, knowing their views would differ. Maybe he should ask.

"I don't think so?"

"Aren't you dating him?"

Jan sat back up again, just so he could glare at Jure.

"Yes. But asking him if he goes on his knees for the lord the same way he does for me wasn't my first priority."

Jure's nose scrunched up in disgust. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey on the table, and chugged what little alcohol was left in it.

"I didn't need that mental image."

Jan shrugged. That wasn't his problem.

"He does look very pretty when he-"

"No! No, no, no! No. I love you both and I will suffer through you rambling about how much you love him, but I draw the line at hearing about your sex life."

He supposed that was fair. He wouldn't want to hear about Jure's sex life either. Or god forbid, Bojan's. They heard too much of that during Nordic tour as it was.

"I do really think Nace is wonderful. Even when he gets a stupid idea to shave. And he is so attractive. Like, his arms? And tattoos? I don't think I will ever get over that."

Jure snored.

"Right. Naturally."

"Have you seen his tattoos?"

Jure looked ready to snap back when they heard the door downstairs open. Jure was closer to the fence, so he peeked down.

"Oh, thank God. Hey, Nace!"

Jan stuck out his tongue at Jure. He was that eager to get rid of him, huh?

"Hey Jure. Is Jan with you?"

"Unfortunately. Please take him with you."

Jan kicked him under the table and Jure hissed, throwing him a dirty look. Traitor.

"Bad cat."

Jure looked ready to pounce him like an actual cat, but was stopped by Nace climbing up the stairs. Jan turned to look at him and immediately glared.

"Who are you?"

Nace rolled his eyes.

"Your boyfriend."

"My boyfriend has a beard."

Jure slapped his hand iver his mouth, but Jan could still hear him giggling. Nace sighed.

"Well, your boyfriend shaved. It'll grow back. Can we go home now?"

"I can't, I have a boyfriend."

Jure stopped pretending to hide his laughter and instead doubled over on his bench, laughing. Nace pursed his lips.

"How much of that whiskey did he drink?"

"Bot m-"

"I had two shots. He drank the rest."

Jan looked at Jure in surprise. Did he? He didn't think he drank that much. Then again, he supposed with how easily and unguardedly words came to him, it was possible.

Nace sat on the bench next to him and cupped his cheek. Jan raised his eyes to look at him and did his best not to immediately melt into the touch. Beard or no beard, when Nace looked at him with such soft gaze, Jan find him hard to resist.

"Anddd that's my cue to leave. Don't forget to lock the studio."

Jure grabbed his stuff and got up. Nace briefly broke their staring contest to wave at Jure.

"Say hi to Kris," Nace said.

Jure tripped before rushing down the stairs. Jan frowned. Kris? Why-

Nace turned back towards him and kissed his forehead.

"If you get down the stairs, I will carry you to the car."

"Who said I can't get to the car on my own?!"

Nace smirked.

"Can you?"

Oh, that asshole. Jan could do more than that. He grabbed Nace by the shoulder and pushed him down, so he laid on the bench. Nace didn't look particularly surprised, not even when Jan got on top, pinning him down.

"Yes."

Then he kissed him. Hard. Nace tangled his hand in his hair and pulled him closer. Jan quickly got lost in the kiss, forgetting where they were, up until he pulled back to catch hia breath.

Nace's pupils were dark and wide.

"Perhaos we shoukd take this home."

Jan pressed another hard but quick kiss to his lips. Then he chuckled.

"What?"

"I just have one question before we go," he said, pulling back to sit on his heels.

Nace raised an eyebrow.

"Which would be?"

"Did you shave so you could go to church?"

The look on Nace's face was worth the shove he got in response. He laughed all the way to the car.

He supposed that as much as he hated the shaved look, it did make plenty of opportunity for jokes.

Yandere Miguel O'hara Saviour Part 2: More then a coffee date.

TW: Stalking, Obsessive, toxic ex, memory loss, trauma

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You had spoken to Miguel over the past few days, Kris was happy to see you enjoying your time with someone but also couldn't shake off a bad feeling. She however wasn't going to pop a bubble, she did feel guilty for the escalation with your ex.

Agreeing to meet at a different coffee shop, you are walking happily. You were wrong about him. He seemed scary but was such a sweetheart. He wanted to know more about you, but also seemed to just know so much about you already. He could read you like an open book. At first, unnerving now, sweet.

The two of you arrive at the same time, "you go sit down. I'll get us something."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, anything for you." He smiled at you which made you feel nervous. He was truly goregous. You sit down at a two seat table next to the window, it was cloudy today and you had hoped it wouldn't rain.

Shortly after Miguel comes back with two drinks and a snack, your favourite snack. "Aw you got me a cinnamon roll, how did you remember that I enjoyed this?"

He smiles at you gently and almost whispers back to you, "how can I possibly forget something you enjoy, Y/n." It caught you off guard. This man, he knew what and how to say it.

You never experienced something like this.

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The two of you engaged in conversation. His cup is empty, but his eyes are unmoving as he watches you, all eyes and ears. It was all so new to you, "wait so why did you leave the company?"

He sighed at that, which made him turn away from you and look down at his empty cup, "some of the tests are anything but ethical, it puts so many people at risk. Also the way they treat their employees... you really should leave."

Looking at him you nod your head, "I heard some divisions have had issues lately. Trying to cover something up but not explaining what..."

Placing a hand on your own he looks at you gently, "there are still great places to work, you can do the world good without having to dirty your hands."

"Thank you, Miguel. I'll give it some thought." This wasn't the first time someone has suggested this. The company was suspicious, especially some of the other divisions, but you wanted to make the world a better place.

After finishing your drink the two of you walk out, Miguel extending his arm for you to hold, "may I?"

His arm was warm, and you followed his lead, he walked with you to a food truck and grabbed your savory favourite snack. He didn't take anything for himself but watched you eating it. Offering him a bite but he shakes his head and mentions how you deserve it. Not sure as to why but you didn't question it.

A girl bumps into you and is ready to argue but quickly runs off as you turn to face her, "what was that about?" You turn to Miguel who touches your upper lip slightly, bringing his thumb to his lips and licking the salty snack.

"Must have been in a hurry, she didn't hurt you did she?"

"She didn't do anything so of course I'm fine! You really are caring." Miguel only averts his eyes from you and enjoys the silence. You eating your second favourite snack, holding his hand. He will have to take you to dinner next.

You look down to your phone to notice you had received a text from Kris, saying something is urgent and there are police officers there. "I'm sorry something came up. Can we meet up again?"

He smiled up at you, "Of course, text me when you get home." You feel awkward doing it, but you give him a quick hug, to which Miguel freezes. You smile at him and nod your head; quickly making your way home. Your friend didn't explain the situation, but something had to be up. Why else would someone be there unless Kris got into trouble... hopefully not.

As you walk away you feel that paranoia again. It's not as strong but the feeling of eyes haunts you. Feeling uncomfortable you step onto the road and feel an arm pulling you back as you missed a car hitting you.

"Mierda que estuvo cerca." You hear someone mumble, "Are you okay?" You look behind you and see Miguel, who looked scared. Mumbling a Im fine he doesn't let you go, "no, no, you seemed stressed when you left. What happened?"

"I'm not sure yet I just got a sudden text-"

"I'll come with you." You looked at him confused but nodded your head, at least when you are with him that paranoia weared off. It will be safer this way too.

The two of you walk in silence, however his hand still held your own. You wanted to ask about it but held it down, worrying Miguel might see you as a weirdo who is scared of physical contact. You get to the house and open the door, Kris was there with two policemen.

You had given her a spare key to come visit your cat whenever she wanted, you trusted her after all. Miguel's charming face fell slightly and he became more intimidating one again.

"Hello Ms/r L/n, we have a couple of questions about Patrick Williams."

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a love that always feels like summer

choi yeonjun x f!reader | the rest of txt are in here too lol | set in the mid 2000′s | fluff, angst, non-detailed smut | wrote this to satisfy my yearning of a teenage summer romance in the 20th century lol synopsis: saved by yeonjun at a party once, the universe somehow manages to keep you two gravitating towards one another. eventually sneaked glances and secret rendezvous turn into something much more. will the two of you be able to break each other’s difficult pretenses of love? or will everything just turn out to be a summer fling?  warnings/tw: underage drinking & smoking, mentions of alcohol, implied sex, character death, cursing word count: 12k

the four of you sat in jisoo’s brand new car gifted to her by her dad after graduation. it was a convertible and of course the roof was down on a pretty summer afternoon. you gazed out at the city passing by, the warm wind beating against your skin. “Y/n babe- this ones for you.” You turned to jisoo in the drivers seat, giving her a questioning look. You heard the beginning of since you’ve been gone by Kelly Clarkson playing and the four of you laughed in unison, shaking your head teasingly and looking back out the window. you had just broken up with your ‘boyfriend’ of almost two years. Kris asked you out halfway through junior year at your schools annual winter dance. It was pretty smooth sailing for a while, well at least you thought it was. A few weeks after your started dating you found out he only asked you out at the winter formal as a dare. When you confronted him about it, he defended himself saying he truly fell for you. it was ironic to say he fell for you after a few weeks of barely knowing each other, especially because you were truly convinced he never romantically liked you at all.  he would only kiss you when he coincidentally saw you on campus to show off to his guy friends. when he was around girls, he wouldn’t even spare you a greeting. you planned dates with him at least once a month in hopes of saving your relationship, to which he would sometimes ‘forget.’ When he would show up to your dates, he was like the perfect boyfriend. Maybe having those days where it was just the two of you made you feel loved and cancelled out all the other shitty things he did. Needless to say, it was an empty, fake, high school relationship. He used you for a title and you were too foolish to notice, too foolish to listen to your friends when they advised you to break up with him. “We’re just very independent” you would tell them in defense, but eventually even you had to start convincing yourself the relationship was real. Three weeks before graduation, you had finally broken up with him. You were shocked to find him surprised about the breakup.

“Did I do something wrong? We were perfectly fine together. Are you cheating on me-“ he feigned innocence of all his wrongdoings and if someone were to witness your breakup they would think he actually loved you. He held onto your wrist looking for an explanation. you scoffed and rolled your eyes in annoyance, throwing his hand off of your wrist. ”don’t act like you ever cared about me. I’m breaking up with you, so don’t contact me and don’t act like you want me back.” You kept your explanation short, not wanting to call out all the ways in which he mistreated you—although it was tempting. He already wasted so much of your time that you didn’t even want to spend another second looking at him. “but-“ you quickly left the scene, knowing he would just make excuses if you stayed any longer to listen to him. “y/n, wait!” he didn’t even try to contact you once after the breakup, which made you despise him even more. you smiled at the memory, proud of yourself to have broken things off with that douchebag who you wasted your teenage years foolishly pining on. you wish you could take back all the firsts he stole from you.

“ugh! I can’t believe I used to like that dude.” Your head fell back against the seat and you rubbed your temples, frustrated at your past self. “girl, we tried telling you countless times.” jisoo reminded. “I know and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you guys.” You pouted, sending them apologetic looks. “boooo, you whore.” Ellie quoted mean girls, which she has been doing nonstop since it was released last year. you and your friends are convinced she watches it every night before she goes to sleep. “its okay y/n, I never listen to ya’ll either.” Karina said, which you all agreed in unison to. She was the human depiction of ‘asking friends for advice but never following it.’ “okay damn, you weren’t supposed to agree to that.” Karina folded her arms and sent each of you glares. 𓆩♡𓆪 the four of you arrived at a random house where one of many graduation parties occurred during the summer. It was a fairly large estate and a local band was supposed to be playing for the night. You stuck by karina’s side, not wanting to be left alone especially as you didn’t really know a lot of people. “Oh Sophia, hey! How are you doing?” Karina came across Sophia, your class’s valedictorian. you turned around at the name, happy to see someone you talked to during school. “Y/n, Karina, what’s up? I’m doing great, how bout you guys?” “im doing good.” “Same here.” You added on. “so ms. valedictorian, any plans this summer?” Karina asked. Unlike your stereotypical nerdy valedictorian, Sophia had a lot of friends and was very easy going. “haha please, we already graduated.” She gave Karina  a playful push on the shoulder. “just trying to enjoy my last summer here before I move to reed university for the semester.” “Awwww, so you’ll be going out of state?” You were truly sad to see one of your friends leave, but also proud of her. “yep, my mom and dad want me to, so-“ she just shrugged her shoulders and gave a tight lipped smile. “oh damn, as long as you’re happy though.” Your friend Karina shrugged too. Not wanting to say much on the matter to dictate sophia’s life. You gave a sad smile to her. “thanks guys. I’ll see you around?” She gave a thankful smile in return. “yeah, we’ll see you around.” You replied to her.  The both of you waving goodbye as she trailed off to god knows where in the crowded house. you and Karina make your way to the drinks section, your eyes landing on a familiar face handling the drinks. “what the hell, Beomgyu?!” You excitedly call his attention to you. Also greeting Taehyun who was by his side. Karina wandered off to catch up with another group of people. “y/n!” Beomgyu offers a big smile to you and gives a side hug. “we’re the mixers for tonight.” Beomgyu motions to the drinks and supplies in front of them. “I can see that.” You hesitantly nod, suspicious about their abilities to mix drinks that don’t taste like poison. “we’ve been asking people to vote on the better mixer and as you’d expect, of course I’m winning.” Taehyun said cockily, earning a glare from Beomgyu. “Yeah right, flirting with the girls doesn’t count in getting you votes.” You laughed at their usual banter. “Mmm I believe it. If Beomgyu can’t mix substances in chemistry he sure can’t mix drinks.” Beomgyu’s jaw dropped at your words, sporting a shocked expression. You recall the time the three of you had chemistry class together, in which you grew close to Beomgyu who was assigned to sit next to you. Taehyun had always joined the two of you for group projects and labs. “Hah! Nice one!” Taehyun laughed and held his hand up for you to hi-five. “Don’t bother finding anything to say back, you wouldn’t have passed chemistry if it wasn’t for y/n.” Taehyun just added fuel to the fire. “I’m not doing this anymore.” Beomgyu pushed the red cups back and stepped away from the counter with the most deadpan expression on his face. “Beomgyu no!! We need your amazingggg mixing skills.” You said sarcastically, reaching out your hand to him so he wouldn’t leave. As if on cue, a group of friends pulled up to the counter, tasking Taehyun and Beomgyu with making them drinks. Of course, they had to ask the innocent group of friends about who made the better drinks. “Y/n, the band playing tonight is gonna start performing in likeeeee-“ he looked over at the digital clock behind him. “-10 minutes! They’ll be in the back.” “You guys aren’t coming?” You asked him. Not wanting to be alone outside. “In a few, after we’re finished here.” “Alright then.” You gave a small smile and waved to them as you left to the backyard. 𓆩♡𓆪 you savored the cool night breeze the backyard had to offer, although it was still victim to the loud music blasting from inside the house. the backyard was significantly less crowded and consisted of different friend groups hanging out in their own worlds, couples flirting or making out and the band setting up their equipment for the night. You joined Karina and jisoo who were talking with a group of familiar faces. Laughing and catching up with them was although short-lived as you witnessed hoards of people making their way into the backyard. The music in the house stopped moments prior, someone probably announcing that the bands performance was about to start. you had now stood up to join the crowd forming around the band. screeeeeeeeech the feedback from the mic had made everyone cringe and stop their conversations. Some people complaining and letting out curses from the horrible sound. “oh shit- sorry about that yall.” a guitarist from the band had spoken into the microphone. “but anyways!…..” the band had introduced themselves and the songs they were going to perform. Soon enough everyone in the crowd were jumping and dancing to the upbeat pop-rock song they were playing. You had eventually even came across beomgyu and Taehyun in the crowd with their friends. In which you opted to dancing and jumping around with them too. You bended over clenching your stomach in laughter having front row seats to witness beomgyu and some random dude having an impromptu dance battle. now a slow ballad song was playing and some people in the crowd danced with their friends, some grabbed the closest person nearby and others took the opportunity to be close to their crushes of the night. you were currently slow dancing with Karina who was conveniently nearby. You had giggled at a drunk Ellie who was dramatically swaying to the music with her boyfriend. He looked panicked as he tried to stop her from losing balance and toppling over. You looked in another direction to see beomgyu and his friend sensually dancing together. “Rina, look at them.” you pointed in the direction of beomgyu and his friend, the two of you laughed together after seeing beomgyu grope his friends bottom, witnessing the horrid expression on his friends face as it turned into a sneaky smile before he did the same to beomgyu--earning a quick slap on the hand from him. you enjoyed the relaxing melody of the song and the joyous atmosphere of it all, even the fairy lights strung from the roof looked especially pretty tonight. you peered over karinas’s shoulder and saw one of  beomgyus close friends embracing a popular cheerleader from your school as they slowly swayed to the music. He slowly leaned down towards her face. Before you could see what happened another couple moved in front of your line of sight, blocking the view. You looked away but nonetheless were curious. “hey, is luna hooking up with anybody?” You asked Karina as she was also on the cheer team. “hm?” Karina gave you a confused expression, surprised at the sudden question. “not that I know of. I don’t think she’s dating anyone either. Why?” “nothing, just wondering.” You returned to dancing.                    𓆩♡𓆪    the band wrapped up their last song and everyone went their separate ways. some people made their way home hauling their drunk friends with them or went inside the house for more drinks. “hey y/n!” You turned around at the sound of Taehyun calling your name. You dismissed yourself from your group of friends and made your way over to Taehyun and beomgyu with their friends. “Y/n, this is kai and soobin who go to bear creek.” Bear creek was the high school on the other side of town.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You offered a small wave and smile to the two tall boys in which they did the same. You recognized kai as the friend beomgyu groped earlier.

“So I saw you two getting it on on the dance floor earlier.” You motioned to beomgyu and kai with a playful tone. The group of boys all made different sounds of acknowledgment. You saw soobin hiding his face behind his hands and shaking his head groaning in embarrassment over the two’s shenanigans. “yeah sorry we got a little carried away.” Beomgyu fluttered his long eyelashes and tucked his imaginary hair behind his ear. Kai’s loud laugh in return caught your attention and made you laugh too. “y/n, try this.” Taehyun handed you a cup with unknown substances in it mixed into a light pink color. “you still need to decide who the better mixer is.” “haha!” Beomgyu let out a loud laugh. “Oh cmon Taehyun don’t embarrass yourself like this.” you took a small sip of the drink Taehyun handed to you. You slowly nodded your head at the taste. “Not bad…” slightly grimacing at the bitter aftertaste. “ok now try mines.” You gave the cup back to Taehyun and took the blue drink beomgyu had in his hands. “wait, palette cleanser first.” You took a quick gulp of the bottle of coke you had in your hands. the 4 boys watched in amusement as you took a sip of beomgyus drink. Taking the cup away from your lips with wide eyes that made the boys laugh, you took another sip. You were surprised with how good beomgyu’s drink was. It tasted nothing like alcohol and instead resembled the blue raspberry airheads if they were in liquid form. “Taehyun, it’s not good to flirt with people for votes.” You said with the utmost feigned concern in your voice and expression, making the boys jest at Taehyun. You laughed at taehyuns helpless expression. “I’ll be back guys, need to use the restroom.” You pointed to the house behind you over your shoulder. “m’kay see you later.” Beomgyu and the boys bidded goodbye. Before you could open the sliding door into the house you felt a hand grab at your wrist. “Y/n. Let’s talk.” You turned around to be met with kris. Immediately smelling the alcohol ooze off of his body and especially in his breath as he spoke. ‘Oh great, what a way for my night to be ruined.’ You rolled your eyes and sighed. “kris. We broke up. there’s nothing to talk about.” “y/n please it’ll be real quick. You can’t just break up with me like that.” You gave him a look of disbelief at his whiny tone. “oh my god, grow up will you?” You shook off his hands from your wrist. “y/n stop being stubborn just talk to me.” he gave you a pleading look on that annoying face of his. he had stopped you at the back entrance into the house so people who passed by surely were able to hear what the two of you were talking about. Not wanting to cause a scene you agreed to talk to him. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ he brought you to the side of the house, which happened to be empty at the moment. “Okay, what do you want.” You stood in front of him, impatiently crossing your arms and anxiously chewing at your lips. “did I do something wrong? we dated for so long y/n and now you want to break up with no explanation?” “no explanation?! Your actions alone were enough of an explanation. You can’t just date me and act like I don’t exist!” Maybe it was whatever Taehyun and beomgyu put in those drinks that made you raise your voice but you truly wanted to be calm talking to xxxxx. It just seemed impossible now that he was actually in front of you, asking you what went wrong in the relationship. well the very problem in your relationship was standing right in front of you. “You know I hate clingy people y/n, we went through this so many times already.” You let out an exasperated scoff in disbelief at his words. “acknowledging my existence isn’t called being clingy. did you ever once ask me out on a date? Remember our anniversaries? Shit-“ you arms flew up in disbelief remembering certain moments. “-you never even said hi to me when you were busy sucking up to other girls. Couldn’t you at least spare your own girlfriend a glance?” “babe, be serious here. yeah I sometimes forget those things but you’re still my girlfriend, I still like you.” Before you could say anything back he stepped closer to you, one hand on your waist and the other caressing your cheek. Oh how you used to love when he touched you—or even showed you any affection at all. “don’t babe me, what the fuck kris we broke up already, it’s over.” You stepped away in disgust at his touch, removing his hands from your body. “y/n, baby, I know you’re not serious. you already know I’m sorry” He stepped closer to you once again with a grin on his face. How dare he find this situation amusing? this time he restrained both of your hands by holding them, stopping you from pushing him away. his face went closer to yours, trying to kiss you. “Ugh-get the fuck off me! You’re drunk! Let go!” You struggled against his strong hold, moving your face around and squirming to avoid his disgusting lips on your body. you weren’t going to let this be like the countless times you’d call him out for being a lousy boyfriend, which always ended up with him manipulating you and getting you into bed ‘as an apology.’ “Hey dude-” The two of you look in the direction of the unfamiliar voice. You see beomgyu’s friend from earlier taking a puff of a cigarette. Exhaling the smoke then tossing it onto the ground, killing it’s flames with the bottom of his shoe. Has he been standing there the whole time? “-she said it’s over already. What’s so hard to understand about that.” He calmly states in his low voice. You took the chance to free yourself from kris’s hold and distance yourself from him, rubbing your wrists in pain from his tight hold.  Kris scoffs and looks to the side. Closing his eyes for 2 seconds in frustration, his tongue poking his cheek from the inside. He returns his gaze to beomgyus friend, pissed at his audacity to interfere in his business. “it’s none of your fucking business. Fuck off already Choi Yeonjun.” you remember tagging along with kris to a party when you first began dating. You had witnessed kris try to joke around about something out of line, which yeonjun didn’t stand for. So when yeonjun called him out in front of everyone at the party, he got heated and tried to start shit with him. After that encounter kris became pissed at you whenever he saw you hanging around Beomgyu and Taehyun at school. “how can I when I came here with her?” He steps close to your body, putting an arm over your shoulder and leaning into your side. your heart speeds up from the close proximity. Taking note of how warm he feels and how he smells like cigarettes, yet also sweet, probably from his cologne. “you and y/n?” Kris lets out a mocking snicker and shit eating grin. Crossing his arms in amusement and disbelief at the sight. “I don’t believe it.” you clenched your fists at your sides and narrow your eyes out of anger. You were tired of always being belittled by him. Before you can speak up to defend yourself yeonjun softly brushes the hair away from your left shoulder, planting a warm lingering kiss onto the exposed juncture between your neck and shoulder. he leave his lips there for a second before opening his eyes to look directly into kris’s. you bite your lip in order to hold back the butterflies you feel in your stomach and the blood rushing to your cheeks. “well hopefully you’ll believe it now.” You can see the right corner of his lip curl up into a smirk. kris stands there frozen. His gaze travels back and forth between you and yeonjun before looking at you. “first Taehyun and beomgyu, and now yeonjun?” He laughed a little too hard. “Always knew you were a slut.” He says directly while looking into your eyes. You feel yeonjun’s body tense up against yours. Your heart beats faster out of anger and your eye brows furrow, flinching at the slur he called you. He leaves, shoulder bumping into yeonjuns on the way out. you and yeonjun stand there side by side, with his arm still hanging around your shoulder. you take a slow breath to cool down and calm your nerves. Looking up at yeonjun, he has an unreadable expression while staring straight ahead. He stays like that for a few moments before taking his arm off your shoulder and placing it into the back pockets of his jeans. his body now facing yours. You couldn’t help but notice how stupidly good his arms looked in his wife beater flexed in that position. the light from the sconces mounted on the wall making them seem like they were perfectly sculpted by some ancient artists. Why the hell were you focusing on yeonjuns arms right- “should I have beat his ass up?” He asks in a too casual tone and serious expression, breaking you out of your thoughts. you burst into a smile and giggle at the absurdity of it all. “he’s not even worth the trouble, trust me.” You convincingly tilt your head at him, you were pretty sure he knew where you were coming from after being there to witness the whole ordeal. “i’ll have to agree with you on that one.” you smiled at his comment before realizing the situation you were in. You slowly crossed your arms while avoiding looking in yeonjun’s direction. “but was all of that really necessary?” you asked. it was your first time meeting him but he just witnessed you arguing with your shitty ex. you were now suspicious of him, especially after witnessing him (maybe) kiss someone earlier. Or maybe he was just too attractive for you to let your guard down around. Yeonjun let out an amused smile at your now defensive stance and disposition. he found your little pout and flustered expression cute. “I don’t think he would’ve gone away if I hadn’t done that.” yeonjun looked at you, watching you nod slowly and kick at random pebbles on the ground. “I only witnessed everything up to the part where he forced himself on you.” He assured. You looked up at yeonjun with obvious relief shown on your face. ‘cute’ yeonjun thought to himself. Smiling at your adorable antics. “oh, okay then, that’s good. thanks for saving me.” you looked up to offer him a small smile of gratitude. he didn’t say anything but instead just softly looked at you — staring at you, almost. You stood there awkwardly under his gaze, silence suddenly taking over the atmosphere. Yeonjun in all honesty was enamored with you. He liked the way you avoided eye contact with him but at the same time weren’t shy to look directly into his eyes. He liked the way you seemed small and fragile but also knew how to stand your ground. He liked the way your features were shadowed and highlighted by the light nearby. he wanted to know more about you. “next time you go to these parties, call me? i’ll be your personal bodyguard.” You were caught off guard by his strange request. “hm?” You let out a confused noise that shocked even you. You didn’t mean for your confusion to slip out like that. yeonjun laughed heartily at your reaction. The sound making you ease up. “so? you don’t like the idea of a completely free personal bodyguard?” He tilted his head at you and smirked. You’d be lying if you said his annoyingly pretty face alone didn’t convince you to entertain his strange request. you were interrupted before you could speak up to accept his offer. “y/n! Is that you?” You looked away from yeonjun to see jisoo calling out your name, aggressively squinting to see if it was truly you she was seeing. you saw Karina and ellie’s boyfriend Jacob occupied with dragging a drunk Ellie to the direction of the car. you’ve never felt more grateful about jisoo basically being blind than in this moment. Part of you didn’t want to have to explain to your crazy friends about why you were seen alone with yeonjun at a secluded part of the house—the famous yeonjun whom everyone knew and pined over. You thanked jisoo in your head for saving you from the awkward situation with yeonjun. “yeah, its me! I’ll be there soon!” You shouted in her direction, hoping her horrible vision wouldn’t allow her to notice yeonjun with you. you turned your attention back to the boy in front of you, leaving him hanging about his request to be your ‘personal bodyguard.’ “Tell the guys I said bye?” you felt bad about telling them you’d be back, only to disappear for the night. “yeah, I’ll let them know.” you started to jog to catch up with your friends. ‘did I just get rejected?’ yeonjun thinks to himself after failing to get your number and also having you walk away from him like nothing happened. He starts to follow your now distant figure. “bye y/n!” you looked back to see yeonjun who moved from his previous spot and was now waving at you beneath the moonlit summer night. a pretty smile shown on his face. In all honestly it felt weird hearing your name come from his mouth. “bye yeonjun!” You waved back to him and returned his smile. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ yeonjun caught up with the four boys in the backyard. “Where have you been?” Soobin eyes yeonjun up suspiciously. “Probably making out with some random girl.” Kai squealed the last part out in a childish tone, earning a punch to the shoulder from yeonjun. “y/n wanted to say bye to you guys but she left with her friends already.” Yeonjun took a sip from the red cup he snatched from Taehyun. “ew the hell is this? this is horrible.” He grimaced at the bitter taste and swirled around the liquid in the cup. He was confused from the silence amongst the usually noisy boys. he looked up to be met with judging expressions from not only beomgyu and Taehyun but also soobin and kai who had only just met you that night. “what?” Yeonjun asked, not knowing why they were looking at him like that. “y/n?? As in my friend y/n??” Beomgyu questioned, pointing to himself with that judging look still on his face. “cmon man, not y/n.” soobin added on. He had only met you that same night but already liked your presence. “oh my goddddd.” Yeonjun sighed and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t make out with her and I didn’t sleep with her.” He swept his onyx hair back. “yeah, we know, y/n would never stoop that low.” Taehyun said earning him an astonished expression from yeonjun and laughs from soobin and kai. eventually the topic of conversation switched after yeonjun put taehyun in a head lock. beomgyu who was the closest to you was still shocked at hearing yeonjun mention your name so casually. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you woke up to the bright sun piercing though your window. ‘I thought I closed them last night.’ You groggily think to yourself. Maybe the sound of your door opening and your moms voice wasn’t apart of your dream after all. You tried, really tried to ignore the bright sun and go back to sleep but with the snores of Ellie passed out dead next to you and her legs strewed over yours, it was impossible to succumb to your precious sleep. You sighed and admitted defeat for the day, sitting up to see the digital clock on your nightstand read 9:32 in the morning. You had honestly forgotten you lost the game of Rock Paper Scissors to your friends, which explained Ellie sleeping with you in your bed. Despite her intoxicated mind last night, she was able to let you guys know that her parents would kill her if she came home drunk at night. you were all very shocked to hear Ellie sound perfectly sober while explaining to her parents she would spend the night at your house. As expected from a drama kid. you managed to move your leg that was asleep—under the weight of Ellies leg—off the bed and carried the rest of your body towards the bathroom to freshen up. You mindlessly brushed your teeth, going over random thoughts in your head. your encounter with yeonjun last night managed to make itself known in your head. You took the toothbrush out of your mouth, sighing loudly and placing both of your palms on the counter, using it to support your weight while you closed your eyes.  ‘Choi Yeonjun…?’ You shook your head in disbelief at the moment the two of you shared last night. ‘Personal bodyguard??’ You chewed at your lip and shook your head some more. “yeah I liked that movie too.” You yelped and jumped back in surprise, seeing Ellie standing beside you, currently yawning and having her hands in your shorts (that you struggled to put on her last night) scratching at her butt. You couldn’t believe you were thinking out loud and couldn’t believe you didn’t hear Ellie enter the bathroom. Hopefully she only heard the second part of your inner thoughts. “god, make some noise will you, scared the crap outta me.” you eye her up offendedly, your words being a bit muffled from the toothpaste in your mouth. “sorry ‘bout that biatch.” She takes her toothbrush that’s been at your house from the countless sleepovers with your friends. The two of you eventually stare at the mirror busy brushing away. you lean down towards the faucet to rinse your mouth with water before Ellie lets out 3 astonishing syllables. “CHWE FMKIN UNJOON?!” (Actually 5 syllables) you manage to decipher her muffled words as ‘choi fucking yeonjun.’ Before you can retaliate you’re busy trying to catch your breath from choking on the minty sink water. You look up to see Ellie staring at you with saucer eyes, looking comical as the blue foam escapes past her lips and her arm remains holding in the toothbrush in her mouth. When you return eye contact she hurriedly spits out the toothpaste in her mouth. After at least 5 minutes of back and forths in the bathroom you finally give in and tell her all about what happened the night before. “the peng yeonjun? Yeonjun who only actually speaks to girls if he’s gonna screw them that night? And fuck kris! m proud of you for standing up to him.” Ellie says all at once as you sit facing each other on your bed. “yes! that yeonjun, starts with a y and ends with an n. The only person in this town named yeonjun. And yeah screw kris, that jackass—wait, what do you mean yeonjun who sleeps with girls?” You asked dumbfounded. “y/n literally everyone knows this already, even emo Gregory.” (Emo Gregory being the dark emo kid at your school who talks to literally no one.) okay you knew she was lying about emo Gregory because there’s no way he would know anything about yeonjun who went to a different high school. “Every single girl says they wish they were Luna just so they could get yeonjun’s attention.” Suddenly the information Ellie told you and the scene you witnessed on the dance floor last night started to make sense. “are they… fuck buddies…?” you hesitantly ask, almost asking if they were dating but with the context clues of the information you just received, you redacted it to friends with benefits. Ellie slings both her arms backwards and falls on her back onto your pillows. “ugh idk, they don’t seem like that though, more likeeeeee…besties…?” She tilts her head at the thought and grimaces. “they’re just…weird, that’s all I know.” you sit there in silence trying to process it all. “-and I also know I have a banging ass headache.” ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . later that evening you walked to a nearby Chinese restaurant to pick up dinner for your family. You had your mini disc player in hand and headphones playing your favorite band from the 70’s, bee gees. Having your parents be friends with the owners meant simply placing an order over the landline. you walk into the cozy restaurant, hearing the chime of the door go off. ‘Oh Y/n! Your food will be out in a few.’ Your family friend told you as you waited by the counter. through the music in your headphones you could hear a familiar sound. You looked up to see a familiar group of boys gathered at a table, kai’s laugh in particular catching your attention. You stayed at your spot for a bit, not wanting to intrude. Until you met eyes with beomgyu who was facing your direction, in which you gave him a disgusted look while raking his body up and down with your eyes. something the two of you usually did whenever you met eye contact across the room. He did the same to you, making kai and soobin turn their heads in your direction. They waved at you and called your name to which you reciprocated with a smile: which is how you found yourself seated at a table in a Chinese restaurant waiting for your food with three particular boys engaging in casual conversation. “y/n, help yourself.” Soobin motioned to the food laid out in front of them, half eaten and all. “no it’s okay.” You waved your hands in front of you to deny his offer. “My foods coming out in a bit anyways.” “soobin, we already ate the food.” Hueningkai breaks out into an awkward fit of laughter, apologizing to you on the behalf of soobins offer. Beomgyu pushes soobins head (which he was in fact looking at his lap in shame) with his knuckles, clicking his tongue at him. “Boy are you embarrassing.” soobin threatens to do the same with beomgyu, which makes him flinch in his seat. You laugh at the scene. “Leave the poor boy alone.” You say to kai and beomgyu. “At least y/n has my back.” He sneers at the two boys and crosses his arms in defense. “taehyun isn’t here with you guys?” You ask, used to seeing he and beomgyu together. before you could receive a reply from kai, beomgyu cuts him off. Propping his elbow on the table and putting his fist against his cheek to hold his head up. Hearing about one of his close friends reminded him of another. “soooooo you meant yeonjun huh?” You’re caught off guard by the question but try not to show it. “yeahhhhh, last night at the party actually.” You stretch out the first part just as beomgyu did with his question. not receiving any words back you slowly sit back into your seat and cross your arms in suspicion. “Why?” “mm nothing, just didn’t know you two had met.” Beomgyu says dismissively, pursing his lips at the thought. Soobin and kai sat there awkwardly, switching their sights between the two of you and observing the strange atmosphere. you were saved from beomgyu’s weird behavior by the owner calling your name out for your finished order. “bye kai, bye soobin. i’ll see you guys around.” you waved goodbye to them as you quickly got up from your seat next to beomgyu. You were a bit pissed at beomgyu for suddenly making the atmosphere awkward with his friends around, perplexed at his actions. the boy in question was as bit as perplexed as you were. He didn’t want to admit he was being possessive of you as his friend. If it were with soobin and kai he wouldn’t mind, but with yeonjun? Yeonjun who mentioned your name so casually that night, as if he’d known you for as long beomgyu knew you? Yeonjun, his dear friend that he loved and cared for... maybe he was possessive over both of his friends, actually. ------------ GODDAMn I wrote this like a few months ago and wanted to post it as a full story but I got writers block lol... depending on how well this does I might find the inspiration to write more chapters for it idk :/ also might change the title of this :0

*Knocks on ur door N leaves the package on the doorstep then falls flat on their face* ANOTHER DOUBLE DELIVERY STAMPED WITH MACA ON IT IN HUGE ASS LETTERS COMING IN HOT 4 YA!! :DD

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(Fae! Bojan N Black cat! Jan boards cuz I saw those gigs videos N conjured up a whole ass AU where our Bojci’s a pretty lil fae boy who lives in a tiny tulip shaped house with Kris deep into the woods of Ljubljana N they causes chaos N get into misadventures in which domestic shenanigans ensues N then Janci gets a black cat! themed one cuz he’s just a fluffy lil black kitty in a trench coat 2 me ☺️☺️) Bojan would make such a pretty fairy N ofc his wings are pink cuz that’s his favourite colour N he’s so slay 4 that N he can use magic 2 play tricks on humans or other fairy’s while also being able 2 attract animals with his voice like a Disney princess,mostly butterflies or dogs afterall we don’t call him baby metulji or a sopping wet puppy 4 nothing (+ in this AU all the guys are fairies aswell N Jure runs a pretty successful restaurant in a little mushroom hut he built where Jan N Nace work N slowly fall 4 eachother where everyone can see they wanna kiss so badly except 4 them,also Käärijä’s apart of this world 2 but he’s a human who can turn into a fairy at will N he causes mischief with Bojan much 2 Kris’s dread after some of the incidents their chaos has caused😅).But Damon’s always there when he needs a break from the two (they sip tea out of lil flower cups N gossip over brunch).Out of all the Sanrio characters Chococat reminds me of Jan the most N they’d probably get along well together,maybe Igor would like the lil guy 2 + I was scrolling 4 what felt 4ever 2 find good pics N came across that photo of a black cat holding a lil teddy bear N KNEW I had 2 use it cuz of his very ✨noteworthy✨ friendship with a certain turtle owning,Pokémon loving,tattoo having,big brown eyed extremely gorgeous bassist who I am definitely normal about <————— (is lying out of their ass N is so so down bad 4 said bassist it’s not even funny).Also that photo of a cat playing the piano was mandatory cuz our beloved Janci is the prettiest piano man of all time N U just know he would get a tattoo of a black cat or Igor playing a guitar (I would fr die N ascend if he actually got a tattoo like DEAR *LORD* 😩😩) if he were a tiny fluffy black kitten tho he would so have huge “no thoughts head empty” eyes that look like plates N would just blink at U if U told him off 4 knocking glasses off the counter or meowing cuz he’s being picky about his food N won’t stop till U buy the food he wants (based on a true story when one of my cats yelled at me 4 an hour all cuz he was being bratty over not having his fave food in so I had 2 head 2 the store in middle of a snowstorm N they didn’t even have the food he wanted 💀).

sorry i've been away all week and i'm just going through my inbox 😅

THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE OMG I LOVE THESE SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺🩷🩷🩷

love all the details on the moodboards and the little stories you always write with each of them 🥰

5 Character Associations ft. Carwyn, Seresa, Siel because I'm greedy LOL

it said save draft but it didn't!!! RAGHHH but oh well it's all complete now. (tagged by @arisenreborn THANK U MWAH MWAH)

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS:

The endlessly following bitterness of regret

Resentment, if not for the exhaustion of it

Scales as hard and cold as stone

A jolt of life from the sting of pain

Heartache in realising you're loved

COLOURS:

SCENTS:

Rotting plants

Sawdust

Walnuts

Bay leaves

The wind by the beach

OBJECTS:

His kris dagger

A very disorganised diary

An Adept's Hat too large for him, which he took from a fallen Arisen in the Isle

Wooden figure of a rabbit

Cured meat

BODY LANGUAGE:

Fists constantly closed, shoulders always tense

Furrowed brows and an intentionally unfriendly glare

Arms crossed, his body never facing towards you

A brash attitude to hide the insecurity of his appearance

Occasional attempts at hiding soft smiles

AESTHETICS:

SONGS:

Apocalyptica - Poseidon's Rage

The Cure - The Same Deep Water as You

Emilie Autumn - Dead is the New Alive

Selofan - I'm Addicted

Kate Bush - Waking the Witch

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS:

The sun hitting your skin on a winter afternoon

Realisation of longing when you see someone again

Kilig

The euphoria in belting a high note

Drinking ice-cold juice on a hot day

COLOURS:

SCENTS:

Cherries!

Fresh bed sheets

Homemade sweets

A bouquet made from your garden

Cats

OBJECTS:

Pamaypay

Her pocket mirror

A long piece of red ribbon

Ice cream

An empty wallet

BODY LANGUAGE:

Eyes darting around in curiosity like a child in a toy store

Animated hand gestures that instantly catch your attention

Always on her tip toes trying to reach things

Adjusting her glasses - they don't sit well on sloped noses

Humming to herself

AESTHETICS:

SONGS:

Cueshé - Ulan

Hands Like Houses - Through Glass

The Cranberries - Dreams

Tears For Fears - Head Over Heels

Ingrid Michaelson - The Chain

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS:

A wet and cool surface of otherwise warm flesh

Denial as those thoughts creep closer

Blood flushing through your cheeks

Gentle hands cupping your own

Satisfaction on another's behalf

COLOURS:

SCENTS:

Metal on your hands from handling a doorknob

Ethanol in a hospital

Sweat after a long day of work

Noodle soup

Honey with the faintest bitter aftertaste

OBJECTS:

A teacup

His green knitted jumper

Bar of soap with an incredibly strong fragrance

Their collar

Candles

BODY LANGUAGE:

Eyes that avoid your own

Stretching their back every once in a while

Fidgeting with their hands

Always smiling with his mouth closed, otherwise hiding a grin with his hand

Arms that don't know whether to reach for a hug or not

AESTHETICS:

SONGS:

Fear Cult - If You're Watching

London After Midnight - Kiss

INKUBUS SUKKUBUS - Vampyre Erotica

Yann Tiersen - The Waltz of the Monsters

Depeche Mode - Master and Servant

tagging @beastren @edgier-than-a-diamond @wainwrightjakobshammerlock i wanna munch on your funky blorbos!!

If You Want Me Too (Let's Make a Move) - also on AO3

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Anna's trying to steal Danny's blanket, and they only cut it out when someone walks in: Eddie.

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For December prompt challenge day 19: sharing blankets. I went…a bit off the rails with this one. Title from Kiss You by One Direction.

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“Scoot over.”

Danny opens a bleary eye to see Anna with her hands on her hips glaring down at him. “Excuse me?” he mumbles.

“I’m cold.” Anna doesn’t wait for him to respond – she drops down onto the floor next to Danny and yanks the blanket.

Danny yelps as the rush of cold air hits him. “I was asleep, you asshole!” He grabs at the blanket, but it’s too late. Anna’s grip is iron. “Get your own fucking blanket!”

“Yours is bigger,” she replies, like it makes any sense, and scoots up behind him. She sighs, sounding infuriatingly comfortable. “Oh, that’s better.”

“Why do you get to be big spoon?” Danny grumbles, but he grabs Anna’s arm and wraps it more tightly around his waist. At the very least, she is making him warmer. A little.  

Anna scoffs. “Get to be,” she says, burying her face in his neck. “This is a service to you, you big brat.”

“Me?!” Danny rolls over, finding himself nose to nose with Anna. “I saw how annoying you were with Kris the other day. I am not the big brat here.”

“You were practically presenting to Eddie when you had the match with him earlier tonight,” she says, and isn’t it so fucking infuriating that she doesn’t even respond to his goading. “Oh, Eddie,” and it takes a second to realize that it’s an attempt to mock him, “let me dance on you so that you’ll notice me.”

“Was – was that voice supposed to be me?” He shoves at her with his foot and takes the blanket back, rolling himself up like a burrito. “You suck. Go away.”

“Give me back your blanket!”

They’re wailing on each other, as much as Danny can with his arms and legs tied up in the blanket, when the door swings open.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Danny’s eyes widen. “Eddie,” he says, trying to carefully extricate himself out of the trap he’s got himself in. He flops off of Anna, without an ounce of grace. “Hey.”

“What,” Eddie says again, adjusting his hat, “the fuck is going on?”

“Anna stole my blanket,” Danny says, shimmying out of it.

“Really?” Eddie asks, looking pointedly where Danny’s still sitting in the pool of blanket around him. “Looks like you refused to share.”

“I –”

Anna starts cackling in the corner. “Alright, I’m good now.” The way she stands up is like a dance move, and Danny kind of wants to kill her for how much more suave she looks than him. “That was more than worth it. See you later.” She throws a wink Danny’s way and prances out the door.

Danny looks up at Eddie as he stands. “Here for a rematch or something?”

Eddie laughs, and Danny is, as always, very distracted by the way it crinkles his eyes. “You wanna fight me again?”

Danny shrugs, trying to fight the urge to curl in on himself. “If I gotta.”

“You’re cute,” Eddie says. When Danny lifts his head, Eddie’s closer. Much closer. “Wanted to ask you to dinner, you dumbass.”

“I – really?” Danny has a bunch of retorts locked and loaded for any time, but they fail him.

Eddie nods and reaches out, running a thumb along Danny’s jaw. “Yeah, really.” His smile is gentler than Danny had thought him capable of.

Danny flickers his eyes around the room. It’s still empty, and Anna had closed the door behind her. “I thought we didn’t – do that.” He presses his lips together.

“You never seemed to want to,” Eddie says. “But you, uh. You got kinda flirty in the ring.” He licks his lips. “Those dance moves seemed to give away more than anything I could do.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “You were, like, taunting me.” He meets Eddie’s eyes, and can’t fight the smile. “What else was I gonna do?”

Eddie reaches out and grabs Danny by the waist, pulling him in. “Whattaya say?” Eddie murmurs, eyes flicking down to Danny’s lips. “Dinner. You and me.”

Danny nods. “Okay,” he says. “Yeah, let’s get dinner.” He looks up, and Eddie’s eyes are soft as he gazes down. “Um.”

Eddie frowns. If Danny didn’t know better, he’d call the shadow behind his eyes hesitation. “Reconsidering?”

Danny shakes his head. “Just – I want to know if this means we’re like. Dating. For real.”

Eddie studies his face. “You sayin’ you wanna date for real?”

Danny juts out his chin. “Do you?”

“I asked you first.”

“Did not,” Danny says. “I asked you first.”

Eddie grins. “Guess you did.” He sighs. “As long as it’s what you want.”

“As long as – you think I don’t want to?” Danny rolls his eyes. “God. Of course I want to.”

“Really,” Eddie says. “I’ll be damned. Okay.” He ruffles Danny’s hair, and it’s less annoying than when Magic or Anna or Ange do it. “Let’s go on a date to dinner.”

“You wanna go now?”

Eddie licks his lips. “I mean, soon. I got an idea for an appetizer.” He leans in and kisses Danny, not hard, but definitely not soft, and it makes his legs feel a little like jello. He hums against Eddie’s lips, slipping his hand up to steal his hat.

“Hey!”

Danny grins up at him. “If we’re officially dating,” he says, “then I get to steal your clothes.”

Eddie’s eyes shift. “Oh. That’s what it is, huh?” He pushes Danny up against the wall. “Want me to make a claim on you, huh?”

Danny swallows. That hadn’t been his intention, really, but he’s definitely on board. With Eddie’s eyes burning into him, he nods.

Eddie leans in, biting at Danny’s lip before kissing him so deeply Danny’s brain starts to fizz. Eddie grabs at his leg and hikes it around his hip before sliding his lips down Danny’s neck and latching teeth.

Danny gasps. “Jesus,” he chokes out. “You weren’t kidding.”

Eddie licks across the new bruise, gentle, and pulls back. “Never do, baby.” He presses another kiss to Danny’s lips, almost chaste, and pulls away. He reaches out and presses his fingers against what Danny knows will be a slowly purpling bruise. “That claim enough?”

Danny nods. “Yeah,” he says, and he even sounds breathless. He reaches up and touches, shivering at the tiny ache that blooms when he presses down. “Let’s go get dinner.”

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Mini Playlist: Murder Train - The Foreskins (the Murder Twins deserve a theme song okay) All I Want For Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey Kiss You - One Direction Love You a Little Bit - Tanner Adell

Sweet Tooth

It took Kris a shamefully long while to notice it.

Just a small, tiny detail.

One that escaped their notice for longer than they deem themselves comfortable with. They don’t even know if it really is a trait of the soul or not, but if it was….

They stepped downstairs, their feet heavy yet weightless at the same time. A tight feeling in their chest of them not knowing yet still, they keep their feelings on an iron leash, keeping their hand unclenched as it hovered close to their chest. The Soul sent a flow of curiosity through the string, tilting its head up at Kris.

He felt the tight knot of irritation slowly unwinding itself as it was blanketed by the Soul’s feelings. They didn’t look down, knowing it would most likely just cause the irritation to rear its head again, they didn’t need to taint it with his feelings.

With their other hand they reached into their pocket, instantly being sent to the inventory as the screen flashed before their face. Admittedly at first, it was a little weird but they adjusted rather quickly after the first few times when their flesh was not their own. It does make finding things easier as well. Red eyes shifted onto the dark screen, seeing that they had more than enough money for what they wished to do.

They stomped through the kitchen, not caring for the Soul’s attempts to try and guide them to the bathroom or to ‘check’ the items in the kitchen for the 100th time. A flash of surprise flickered throughout him as the living room was empty, before remembering that today was a meeting of some kind for the teachers at the school.

He shook his head, clearing the unnecessary thoughts from his mind as he opened the door and stepped out of the house. Near immediately the Soul flashed feelings of exploration and excitement  at the prospect of going outside and stood up within his palm, trying to bask in the light of the sun.

To which it almost then fell from the constant movement of Kris’s feet. They adjusted their hand before it could fall off, almost outwardly preening at the flashes of thankfulness and embarrassment they Soul sent them.

They stuck their hand back in their pocket as they paused by Catty and Catti’s house, a map of the town forming within their head as they questioned where best to find the item that would aid in proving his theory. Idly, they noticed that both sisters weren’t at home. He shoved the thought out of his head, most likely both were at QC’s Diner today, either serving drinks or playing the ukulele in Catty’s case.

Meanwhile the soul was getting more and more restless, its small head looking every which way and sending Kris urgent feelings of exploration as it bounced up and down lightly in his palm. He ignored it, ticking off a few places off the map, making sure to avoid the school less the Soul wishes to enter the Darkworld again.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw it standing, trying and failing to keep its irritation to itself as it placed its small stubby hands on his fingers and tried to pull itself over them. Barely did a thought cross his mind as he tightened his fist into an iron grip, staring down wide eyed at the tiny being squirming in his grasp as his breathing hitched. Feelings of want, boredom, discomfort and irritation were pushed through the link as it squirmed harder, trying its best to escape their hand.

They squeezed harder.

“Quiet…” They whispered, finally deciding on a location while sending exasperation through the link, keeping a tight leash over his panic. They then sent small flickers of calm and acceptance, thinking it enough to appease the Soul for a while as they continued walking. The Soul once again sent irritation, kicking its stubby little legs in its efforts to escape.

So he kept his grip tight.

Even when it went limp in their hand, they squeezed a bit tighter.

Only when feelings of defeat, and then acceptance was pushed into his body did he loosen his hold back to an open palm. Letting it curl into itself as it waited for wherever Kris were to take it. He glanced down as he turned east of QC’s Dinner, refocusing his eyes back up as he walked to the door of his destination.

They mentally prodded at it, sending flicks of curiosity and exploration as they pushed open the store to the grocery store with the jingle of a bell. As predicted, it was enough for the Soul to right itself into a sitting position and bounce within his palm as it looked everywhere it could.

The skeleton snored away from his place behind the counter.

“Must be a slow day.” He whispered to the Soul, more of a force of habit than anything else. The Soul looked over to the right, he glanced over. “A trash can, filled with trash.” He said, the Soul huffed from its place, obviously disappointed, urged him to check again.

“A trash can, filled with trash. Nothing of importance was contained within.” He whispered once again, seeing the Soul deflate in disappointment, before perking up as he began walking again. Over to the isles, it looked to the side and behind him, looking at the forgotten basket left to the side.

Kris shook his head, knowing what they wanted without looking. He only came here for one thing anyways.

It urged him to check the shelf. “A normal shelf stocked with basic, everyday items.” He whispered one more, discreetly taking up a snack from the side and holding it behind them while it was distracted. Of course it noticed, trying to tilt its head behind their back to see whatever Kris wanted to hide from them, not that it could as Kris brought their palm to the middle of their chest.

They then walked over to the cashier, finding him to be up instead of asleep, almost making them pause. The skeleton stared at them down, seemingly knowing they had something to pay for.

He stared for a second too long at the hand by their chest for Kris’ liking.

The knowledge of the knife tucked away in their pocket brought a level of calm to them as they walked forwards.

“Yo, kid.” Sans said as they placed the snack on the counter while shoving the Soul into their pocket. The skeleton glanced down, not saying anything to the sudden shove to instead comment on their item of choice instead. “Monster bites, huh? Quite the sweet treat if I do say so myself.” He winked and Kris silently wondered how that was possible as they reached into their other pocket and pulled out 4 dollars and handed it over.

It was a quick ring up, the adequate change being handed back to him as he grabbed the snack and turned to leave. Cleanly making the switch between the snack placed in their inventory and the Soul coming out of it.

It was limp in hold, and they almost felt sorry for the disoriented state he left it in. He could deal with its disappointment and irritation later, instead turning to his right to head back home. He brought his hand up over his head and dropped the Soul into his hair, letting it lay itself down at least somewhat comfortably while he passed by the two cat sister’s house.

He opened back the door, stepped inside and locked it behind him as he took off his shoes and stepped onto the carpet. Then threw themselves onto the couch, making sure to make the Soul land on a nearby pillow as Kris took out the Monster Bites from their inventory. They tore it open, their nose instantly picking up the smell of sugary goodness from within.

The Soul laid limp on the pillow.

Kris idly took out one shaped like a cat and popped it into his mouth, licking up the sugar crystals of his thumb and forefinger before humming at the sweetness. 

They shook the bag a bit, jumbling the contents as they glanced at the limp Soul.

It twitched.

Kris popped another into their mouth and hummed again, a bit louder.

It pushed itself into a sitting position and crossed its arms, small flicks of irritation and anger sent their way, though it lacked any true heat. It's back facing them.

He shook the bag a bit more.

It didn’t budge.

Kris placed another into their mouth, sending exaggerated feelings of joy, contentment and pleasure to the Soul. It didn’t move for a while, before trying to discreetly take a peek at him and quickly turning its head back it got caught, again, it sent small flickers of irritation and anger toward him.

As if to say, “Don’t talk to me, I’m mad at you.”

Kris sighed, making sure the Soul heard as he shook the bag a bit harder, producing a louder sound and popping another into his mouth. Sending those same, exaggerated feelings through.

It tried to take another peek, though this time Kris was more discreet in his observation. A small flicker of muted interest was fed to Kris, it obviously trying to stamp down what it felt in that moment to not alert him.

Too bad it never was good at constraining its emotions.

It slowly inched forward, getting closer and closer to the boy each time as Kris pretended not to notice. It shuffled off the pillow, the couch not even forming a dip from its weight as it sneaked over, Kris looked down at the bag and its contents, watching it from the corner of his eye.

A small weight settled onto his leg as it placed its head there, staring up at Kris before looking back at the bag. Streams of interest, curiosity and confusion made itself known as Kris reached into the bag, taking out a piece of the candy and hovering it in front of the Soul. It tilted its head, staring up at the object offered before quickly taking said object into its stubby little palms.

It sat down beside Kris, leaning its back on their leg as they stared at the food and held it in front of them. It was confused, they were not in battle, so why would it be given a healing item? It was (mostly) fine last it checked, if still a bit discomforted.

It turned its head back to Kris, sending more confusion through the string. Kris stared down at it, neutral expression giving nothing away as they instead sent small pushes of encouragement. It turned its head back and stared hard at the item, finally caving to its own curiosity and the small encouragements of Kris and brought it to where a mouth should be and took a bite.

 Kris stared down at it in worry, a small frown forming between his brows at the utter lack of reaction from the small being. Were they wrong? Did it perhaps not enjoy sweets? He thought, before becoming concerned as a few seconds ticked by and still no reaction. Then panicked as a minute went by, reaching a hand out towards the Soul to check on it before it ate the rest of the candy in its hands quickly.

It bounced up, turning to face Kris as the void of feeling suddenly exploded into a vibrant array of colours. Like a rainbow, pure, raw joy flooded his body as the creature vibrated from excitement, pleasure, happiness, adoration, love-

So many that it left Kris utterly stunned and unable to react as it climbed over his leg, climbing onto his shirt and then proceeding to jump inside of the bag. Then, everything increased tenfold.

Kris could do nothing but sit there as the entirety of his being was consumed in positivity. Such happiness, such love, such pure adoration. He couldn’t even muster up any bitterness from not inspiring such feelings on his own.

He felt like he was a cloud.

He could finally understand why people say cloud 9 in resorts to happiness. This feeling- no feelings , that made the hurt and loneliness and reality of the world fade away, blanketing them in its warm embrace.

It was such a powerful thing.

Utterly addicting.

It was ripped away from him then, replaced by bitter disappointment that caused him to stare down. That tight knot of irritation rewrapped itself as they stared down at the Soul.

“Ah.” He said, seeing the Soul stare up at him from within an empty bag as sadness and want emanated from the small being. He stood up, forcing feeling back into their legs as they shuffled towards the door.

They need more. Much, much more.

They soon came back with a bag full of the different types of candy and ripped open a pack for the Soul, letting it eat to its heart’s content.

Kris subconsciously closed off his theory. Seeing and feeling the answer as plain as day and night.

The Soul really, really likes sweet things.

Those Small Details

Or, five times the Sid and Geno thought something was up with Kris and Erik. And the one time they knew something was up with Kris and Erik.

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One - Training

Cranberry is alive again, and the boys could not be happier. Off season lasts far too long, and they all have a score to settle with the league's inane ranking system. Sid, Kris, and Geno skate laps with their new fourth musketeer, Erik Karlsson. He's awesome, and they're all very happy to have him. But, Sid can't help but notice something different between Erik and Kris. They're just about to go for lunch, Sid says. ''Tanger, Erik, you comin' with us for lunch?'' Kris smiles, his friendly smile. ''We won't be long, we just wanna practice some shots.''

Sid nods, unclipping his helmet. ''Oh, okay.'' Erik grins, cheeky as always. ''Well, ready to get smoked, Letang?'' Kris cocks an eyebrow, smirking while gathering some pucks. ''Don't threaten me with a good time, Karlsson.'' The duo share a laugh as Sid walks down the tunnel, he turns around, and just watches them for a moment. The easy conversation, the jokes they're sharing, something about Raleigh and Duncan Keith. And, he wonders what he's missed in the years he's known Kris.

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Two - The Plane

Every NHL team has a seating plan for the team plane, the ever superstitious Penguins are no different. Sid used to sit with Flower, and now sits by himself. Kris and Geno always sit together at the card table. The trio board the plane to Halifax together as always, and split up for their seats. And, this is where it gets weird. Lars Eller approaches Geno and Kris, and points to the empty seat next to Geno. ''Can I sit here, Geno?''

Geno nods, and moves his bag and jacket. ''Sure, that's cool.'' Kris notices Erik glancing around the plane looking for a seat, and says. ''Hey, Erik, over here!'' Erik beams at him, and gingerly takes the seat. Geno can feel the air change, a sort of familiarity buzzes between the two defencemen. Geno thinks, as they play cards, it's good that they're not clawing each other's eyes out, but it's like they've always played together. There's clearly a history here, he thinks, as Erik playfully nudges Kris' shoulder, and Kris nudges back. Geno looks to Sid, who is probably texting his sister, Sid just shrugs and goes to sleep.

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Three - San Jose

Ten two. Ten. Two. 10-2. Holy shit. They actually beat the Sharks ten goals to two. The bus ride back is remarkably chilled out all things considered. Geno is fast asleep next to Sid, head leaning on the window. Sid is flitting between asleep and awake himself, even easy wins are tiring. He's almost away, when his ear pricks up at hearing a hushed conversation at the back of the bus. ''So, did it feel weird at all? Being back here after the trade?'' Kris asks Erik. The swede just chuckles. ''A bit, it's nice to see what those wins look like from the good side though, y'know?''

Kris quietly says. ''Not really, but I'll take your word for it. Are you liking playing for us, Erik? Do you have any regrets about coming on board?''

Erik has a smile in his voice, and assures Kris. ''I am. It's a damn lot better than the alternative, the company is amazing.'' Kris chuckles. ''You know me better than anyone else does, Kris, the only regret I have is not coming here sooner.'' Wow, Sid closes his eyes, that sounded intimate. Sid feels vaguely dirty now, having listened in on such a private conversation. Whatever the subtext was, Sid is sure he wasn't meant to hear any of it.

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Four - Locker Room Gossip

Kris rarely gushes over goals, even his own cup winner in 2016 was 'just another day at work', that's why the team loves him so much. But, Kris and Erik are in deep and excited chatter about his game winner against Toronto. Kris got the assist. After the usual post game stuff, Geno just watches them talk to each other. Knees almost touching, shoulders angled inwards, massive smiles on both faces. ''God, if only Jumbo was still playing for them. He'd be fuming that you actually know how to assist me.'' Erik says, adjusting his tie. Kris runs his hand through his hair. ''If he'd be fuming, Burnsie would explode. He might have your Norris, but you have a better partner.'' Erik bursts out laughing. ''Someone's feisty tonight.'' Kris shrugs, and stands up. ''Pot kettle.''

Geno hates to intrude, but says to them. ''Erik, Legenda - team dinner? Dubas is paying tonight.''

Kris nods. ''We'll be right behind you, G.'' They leave the locker room together. Geno wonders when Kris became such a gossip, sure he'd bounce things off of Flower back in the day, but he'd never actually gossip about anyone on their rival teams. And, why is Erik so cool with Kris gossiping about his old team mates?

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Five - Five Assists

Five assists in one period, just back from christmas, and Kris is already making history for his team and the league. He finishes media, and holds his puck tower, almost in disbelief at himself. Sid sits next to him, and pats him on the back. ''That was amazing, man, truly. I am so proud to be your captain.''

Kris beams, and says. ''Thanks, Croz. I just can't believe this is my achievement, I almost feel like this isn't real.'' Sid laughs, and assures his best friend. ''Enjoy it, Kris, we call you 'Legend' for a reason. See you on the bus.'' Kris nods, and they do their secret handshake.

Just as he's left the locker room, Sid hears Erik ask Kris. ''Where do you wanna put those, Kris?'' Kris must be thinking for a bit, but he says. ''With my Masterton, on my award shelves. You've got your own now, so we're not sharing my shelves anymore. Is that okay?'' Erik laughs, and assures Kris. ''That's okay.'' Sid ponders that on the bus ride, Erik has his own shelves now? Where? Was he just living with Kris until he found a place of his own?

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Six - Home

Jarry and Guentzel were selected to represent the team in Toronto. So, the trio are left with a rare three days off. Sid and Geno, done with a bag skate, get showered and changed for lunch. Strangely, neither Kris or Erik showed up today. So, instead of eating with the rest, they make the drive to Kris' place. Seeing not one, but two cars there. ''That's odd.'' Sid remarks.

They go to the door, and ring the bell. Kris is happy as ever when he says. ''Hi, guys! You're just in time, we're just about to make lunch.'' Geno kicks his shoes off. ''We?'' He asks. Kris nods, and takes them through to the kitchen, where Erik is making stir fry. ''Erik, look who's here!''

Erik smiles, and hands over cooking duties to Kris. ''Hi, guys.'' Sid says, trying to hide his confusion. ''Hi, Erik. What brings you here today?''

Erik casually says. ''I kinda live here, Sid.'' Kris chops up some carrots, eating some as he does. ''We weren't making that mistake again, it's so much easier this way. No repeats of 2017, huh, amour?'' Erik kisses Kris' cheek. ''Exactly, hjartat.''

Over lunch, which is when Geno notices the twin award shelves, they tell the story. Getting together in Raleigh at the 2011 All Star Game, breaking up after the 2017 playoffs, getting back together at the 2019 All Star Game in San Jose, and finally settling down here. ''So, yeah, we're together, and this is our home.'' Kris says.

Erik adds. ''We're so sorry we didn't tell you about this earlier, but we've been so happy, and didn't wanna risk anything again.'' Kris finishes his partner's sentence. ''It took us all of 2019 to move past 2017, we hope you two understand that.'' And, they do, they do understand that. This is something special and private, something no one should ever be able to take away from them both. Not after all they've gone through to get here.

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Hi, all! First Kris/Erik fic, and my 65th post (I hope Erik would be proud I saved this for that) I'm gonna link some people real quick. I hope this is good! I had a lot of fun with this one!

@simmyfrobby @mikathemad @couthbbg @coffee-at-annies

Why was Spamton so much more unsettling than Jevil?!?!

(Deltarune Chapter 2 spoilers under the funny line!)

I thought about this stuff when i was in the shower, so it probably doesn't make much sense but here goes!!!

Alright, I might be having serious brainrot, but i think compared to Jevil, Spamton is unsettling as FUCK. I mean, one of them is a fella in a jail cell somewhere that really likes chaos (and is also probably based on a random LINE sticker pack)...

Spamton, on the other hand, while also having similar thoughts of freedom and is also similarly Kind Of Unhinged, is a bit more disturbing, especially when you're working to fight his NEO form. One event that sticks out to me is when you transfer his data onto the Empty Disk. As the data starts transferring, line by line, the shop turns greyscale, the music lowers in speed, and Spamton disappears.

When playing through the game myself, I immediately left because Crap! I Kinda Liked That Guy! Something about him just Disappearing just got to me. Another pretty unsettling thing that happens is at the end of the Spamton NEO fight, he just. Falls to the ground, motionless. His NEO form lies there on a black background for what seemed like Hours, and the gang appears on a path leading out of the basement (IIRC.)

Now, I don't think everything literally turned Pitch Black for the gang when they were on the tracks there. Seems that the game intentionally has everything else black out to emphasise what happened to US, the player. The same goes for the shop, in a way. While maybe the colour DID get transferred from the room along with Spamton (and the telephone???) it's like the game litters these jarring, quiet moments with Spamton throughout the game. But why?

Maybe it's to show the parallels of Spamton to Kris. Kris is also unsettled by Spamton, especially seen after the fight, when they yell that they're not OK (if that option is picked.) Spamton may have painted a picture to Kris that there's no way out of being puppeted forever. (He talks about not being [Big] enough and that makes new goofy theories spring up in my head which i'll spare you guys from.) Kris is pretty annoyed by us, the players, already, and they DO have times where they just sever our connection to them through the SOUL, but these periods of time are brief. Spamton crushed the hopes that Kris may have had of completely regaining control.

But why show the parallels to US? What do we do, rewrite the game to make things go better for Spamton and Kris? Honestly, there's no way of knowing until at least chapters 3-5 come out. I need more LORE...... more TINY CHUNKS OF PLOT....... more FUNEE CHARACTERS......... to think about and tie back to this.

That's pretty much all I had to say, to be honest. I had a lot more ideas about this in the shower, but they don't make much sense to me now. PLEASE tell me what you guys think because there are probably a lot of pieces i didn't connect that well, and things i would've got wrong. I don't know where I thought I was going with this. Just putting my thoughts here so I can look back when the rest of the chapters come out and laugh.

TL;DR: Spamton's presented as being unsettling because he has pretty similar toils to Kris, who is also probably unsettled by him.

Thanks for reading!

Learn to Fly

Title: Learn to Fly Pairing: Eddie Kingston x Ruby Soho Prompt: 5. "I've never been on my own before. I don't know how." R WC: 771

Eddie kept his head down as he walked through the backstage area. He had never wanted to hurt Mox like that. The usual pleasant ache in his hands after a brawl like that was gone. All he felt was emptiness. For years they had been like brothers, but Mox had went and chosen a new family over him. Eddie wished that it didn't hurt so badly every single time someone else was chosen over him. It had happened more than enough times throughout his life. Hell, people had been abandoning him since he was a baby. Mox was just the latest in a long line of people who should have been pushed away from the start. Eddie wasn't good at that sort of thing though, he loved with everything that he had to spare.

"Hey big guy." Ruby's voice was a dangerous comfort to Eddie. He clenched his jaw and hardened his gaze as he down at her. Ruby and him were friends, sometimes more than that on nights whenever both of them needed someone who understood. Ruby had been all alone on her own at AEW for so long that he wondered if she really knew how to embrace her new little family. Eddie could see the little moments of hesitation whenever she went out there with Saraya and Toni. Ruby had been pushed out of her own faction before, one that she had said was the closest thing to family she could have asked for in the WWE.

"Can I ask you something?" There was a lot of emotion between the two of them. Eddie had always had a problem masking his emotions, opposite to Ruby's seeming inability to embrace hers. She could pretend like it was nobody's business though. She had pretended that Liv and Sarah letting her go hadn't hurt. She pretended that watching Liv pair up with so many other women hadn't hurt her. Ruby pretended that Liv Morgan didn't mean anything to her anymore, just like she pretended that she was happy working alongside Kris and Willow. Eddie could see that Ruby was still trying to trick herself into thinking she didn't need a partner, even though she worked best with one.

"Something tells me that I'll regret it, but yeah, go ahead," Ruby told him. Eddie scratched at his chin as he thought of a less abrasive way to ask what he wanted to. He had a couple routes to go with his line of questioning, but something told him that Ruby needed to get a little emotional. She had a lot on her chest, just like he did. And nobody knew better than Eddie what could happen whenever too much of it built up inside. Too much emotion was a catalyst that Eddie would rather not have to deal with or impose on someone else.

"You've lost your best friend before, your partner. Tonight, I think I really lost mine and I don't know what to do. I've never been on my own before, not like this. I don't know how." Eddie's voice was softer than Ruby had ever heard it before. She could see the redness of tears that wanted to be released forming in Eddie's eyes. "I don't know if I can stay here without anybody watching my back."

"Come on, you can't be that stupid," Ruby said. Eddie's face contorted with surprise at Ruby's initial reaction. She laughed at him as she cradled his face and forced him to stare at her. "You aren't all alone. You will never be on your own, not so long as I am here. And Mox is being an idiot right now, he's got his eyes on some pretty, young prize that's going to forget about him until there's some big Hall of Fame speech in fifteen years. I have your back, and I always will, so I want you to keep your head forward and keep running Eddie because trust me, you're just getting started."

"When did you get so good with words?" Eddie asked with a small chuckle.

"I've always been a little wordy, we just don't exactly have a lot of time for it in private," Ruby muttered as she got onto her toes to kiss Eddie. He let his arms wrap around her waist as they stood like that. Kissing Ruby had been nice, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of her tucked into his arms. It was scary to think of having to be at AEW without Mox in his corner, but Eddie felt like Superman knowing that Ruby was ready and willing to take his place.

💭 for Kri!

Visible: Visible to Kri, from Dogwood. Content Warnings: Implied child abuse, implied child death, mentions of death. Word Count: 1687

It looks almost painful, the way the man in front of you holds his fingers out over the fire, far too close for comfort as the flames crackle upwards.

You had been watching him for a few moments, the dim glow of the campfire casting a soft light amongst the darkened surroundings of a formerly bustling campsite turned empty. You can still smell the scent of cinnamon, leftover from a candle that had been lit by someone whose blood now stained the porch that you were sitting on.

You had left it on. You always enjoyed cinnamon. It reminded you of home. ... Besides, you know the pleasant smell will be gone in the morning, slowly replaced by something far more pungent.

You hope to be gone before then.

The man in front of you winces as the flames blow a little higher from the wind, pulling his fingers back just a touch before his warm brown eyes flicker up to meet yours. His white jacket is in tatters and wrapped over his lap, a spot of browning red at the side of his white shirt. You don't know if it is his or if it belongs to the man that he had wrestled into the ditch only a few hours prior.

As he cracks a small smile and leans back a little while folding his hands over his lap to stare at you, you have a feeling that it does not matter whose it is.

"Too cold f'r y'a?" The man asks lowly. It takes you a second to realize how huddled in on yourself you are.

"Never been fond 'f th' cold," You hum back quietly, adjusting your posture.

The other man gives a small laugh, it cutting off just as quickly as you had grown used to with him. He laughs like his father. His kid laughs like him.

Your eyebrows furrow slightly at the thought.

The other man doesn't seem to notice though, returning his attention to the fire. He watches it for a few long moments before reaching up to his white hat, slipping it off and holding it for a few moments before tipping it a little closer to the fire. You find it somewhat reckless, somewhat amusing. You've come to never question these things from him.

... Though something else continues to press at the forefront of your mind.

...

You never liked missions that involved kids. Sure, the kid from this one was alive... But their life would certainly be quite different in there as opposed to out here. ... Especially given the circumstances.

... It reminded you of someone else. Of another kid. You wondered if he ever thought about that kid during these missions.

"... Th' kid send any letters recently?"

The man across from you pauses sharply, almost as if frozen by the question. You watch as the worn edge of his hat begins to catch flame, slowly darkening the material.

It takes a few long moments for him to finally seem to slip back into the present, eyes flicking back up at you briefly before down to his hat, pulling it back towards himself and using his fingers to snuff out the pain despite a slight wince as they touch the heat.

"... Out doin' her own thing. Still travelin', last she said somethin'."

The words hold a weight to them that settles into the conversation heavily. It feels like telling stories about the dead walking.

... You very well could be talking about the deceased.

"... She's a smart kid. She'll be well. Just-... Send 'er my well wishes an'-" As you're speaking, you trail off as the man across from you stands up abruptly, dropping the hat back onto himself and sliding the jacket off his lap.

You can't help but feel slightly bitter as he paces behind you slowly, clapping a hand on your shoulder in a manner that almost feels like a painfully empty threat, before gently draping his jacket across your shoulders as if to immediately take it back.

"I'm goin' t' head t' sleep. You take care an' get some rest now. Take th' fire down when you're done. We'll be leavin' at sunrise." There's a heaviness in his words, a deep sense of a father's regret that can never be hidden.

... With that, he leaves you alone, the steps to the porch creaking as you hear him wander back inside.

You stare at the campfire for a long time afterwards.

... The kid would never travel.

...

A somberness lingers in the air with you and you alone as you try to collect your thoughts. ... He would never share what happened or what he had done to his kid and that was enough for the fact to sink in. ... He never talked about missions after completing them unless asked. He never talked about his kid unless he asked him first.

... Perhaps Claire would know what happened to her. Those two always seemed closer than anyone else.

...

You wish you had stayed closer to her and checked in more and ensured that all was well. ... Perhaps things would be different if you had.

... Mikell had gotten more from his father then just his laugh. His temper — albeit from the same vein — was undeniably worse. ... A 'father's rage', as your own dad had come to explain it so long ago when describing why he let Mikell and the others stay at their house so often.

...

You can only hope Mikell didn't lash out to that poor child to a degree that he couldn't take back. ... If he did... Then you should have been there to protect her.

Like after all of those shit happening in the LS (lost silver) game, gold DID move on right? Accepting and the unown mnaged to guide him out of his own denial right?

Which is why his spirit dissalears right? In one kf the endings right? Whatever I took that theory as canon /lh /j

So I was thinking like....

Suddenly have a thought.. what if he saw them?

Like...he saw red, blue, his mom, kris, and god even silver. Up there. In a realm where spirits are meant to be. I feel like silver was there in his purgatory, and red as well appeared in a moment, is because they trying to help him too, but also implying that, they are waiting for him. On the other side. Why I put eveyone there? I just thought it'll be sadder that this shows how long they all been waiting for him

Imagine he just woke up. In a field. Not the black and white empty void of world, his purgatory. All alone. Instead now.. he saw them. His friends, his mom, and even silver was there.

They've been wajting

And they wait for so long. And finally, for silver to say

"Welcome home"

And gold jumps at him for a hug as everyone joins in

Implies that Gold had been trapped in purgatory for so long that everyone here once knew had passed away...yet they didn't forgotten him. They waited for him.

No matter how long they all been waiting for him

Now blue can give him a noogie of "took you long enough!"

Red giving him a hand in shoulder nods and whisoered out "I'm glad"

Green pats his head and said "care to join us now?"

His mom hugged him close like when he was a kid again "thank you for being here baby" and kissed his forehead

Kris hugged him as well while sobbed out "I missed you"

And how...silver just hold his hand and one hold his face, in a voice tender unlike his eyes "We've been waiting....I'VE..been waiting"

"We never forgotten you..gold"

{° Video File Attached °} The camera is trailing behind both Jaycé and Augustine as they walk along a busy market. It's not quite as packed, with most stands getting ready to close. It's barely made out, as their backs are to the camera, but both people are holding brown bags full of produce. The camera stays on them like this for a bit before shifting around to the front, keeping a bit more to the side. Jaycé jumps a bit at this sudden movement, but calms when they see it's just their phone. They look, tired. To put it lightly. But they're smiling, they're happy as they walk. "It's such a shame you're leaving already, Jaycé. I quite enjoyed having you back home," There's a slight sadness to Augustine's words as he looks over at Jaycé. They lightly nod in response with a small hum. "I. I enjoyed being back. And as I told Kris, I might have to come back more often. Maybe for the holidays I'll be back," They give Augustine a small smile, "And for longer. A week is too short, y'know?" Augustine's about to say something in response when he notices that Jaycé has stopped walking. They're staring off down an alleyway with a panicked expression on their face. When the camera moves to look down at what they're staring at, nothing is there. Just an empty alleyway. The camera turns around as Augustine rests a hand on Jaycé's shoulder. They violently jolt at the touch and back away a bit before realizing it's just him. They let out a soft sigh and try to give him a reassuring smile. It doesn't work. "Jaycé, what's wrong?" "It's nothing," They're quick to respond, the tone coming out a bit too harshly. "I'm fine, Papa. Just. Thought I saw something. Okay?" They start walking ahead before anything else can be said. Augustine shakes his head with a soft sigh and lightly jogs to catch up to Jaycé. "Jaycé, that didn't look like it was nothing." "It was, okay? It was nothing you should concern yourself with." They sound irritated. "Nothing I should concern myself with? Jaycé, this has been happening since Monday." Jaycé lets out a soft scoff in response. "Since when did you get so observant?" They turn towards the camera and point at it. "And you? Off. No more recording me to post about it to everyone." With that, the footage quickly cuts. {° End Video File. How Rude. °}

Amari's Rap Journey #3: The End of the Suffolk County Bars

You have 10 minutes to write 16 bars, or 16 lines, on this thing right here: <water bottle>. Low hanging fruit.

That was our in-class verse assignment on Monday at the Suffolk County Correctional Facility. The day before our EP deadline, it was supposed to be a group of five of us, but three ended up dipping the morning of, because of work. So Ally and I and Gon packed into his car with Kris from MIT Literature and drove down Mass Ave 20 minutes to Suffolk County.

It was ominous pulling up to the jail, you could see the town getting kind of rough. A lot of people walking around aimlessly or crouching with their knees inwards and head bent in an awkward angle. Cop cars are around the corners and in the alleyway slowing down next to a couple older men with scars on their noses that don't look like they're healing any time soon. It speeds up again, just as our car slows down behind it.

We met up with Lupe in the building itself and Lee and Kenny, who organized the workshop with Ally. When we locked up all our possessions and got through security, we officially entered multiple double doors and were finally in the jail, which was clean, old, and empty-looking, we went to a building called the peace building. The third floor, had a well-lit small middle school cafeteria looking lunch room with three large glass meeting rooms, including a studio we were told about and a makeshift gym with a pull up bar.

The inmates walked in a couple minutes later. A group of more than 10 men, from age 20-40, mostly of black and latino descent. They mostly looked at Lupe, and us, kind of apprehensively, like they didn't know what to make of the scenario.

Lupe was serious that lecture though. It's not my story to tell, but he shared a very serious part of himself, a personal side, that explained his connection to incarceration, and how seriously he takes rap. I think it helped a lot with setting the atmosphere of the workshop though, because rap can be embarrassing for beginners, and you need commitment to go all in.

The way the students did go all in, is what made me so... fulfilled that day. We heard the verses they brought that day, we listened to Lupe's lecture about non-violent rap, and we worked on writing bars on the spot about water. Let me just say, most of these guys were soo soo talented at rap. They had the sound, the lyrics were real, though the content was really street, and they had it memorized and delivered it. I went home, and was like Damn.

That was the best day I've ever had at MIT.

I recorded my verse and put it in my EP, and was happy to have some part of that with me forever.

Today was day 2, the second and final half of the workshop series. A whole lot more of our class showed up. The vibes were different but still as meaningful and important.

Lupe didn't see it this way, but I thought today was a much tougher crowd. So many of us from MIT ogling, and a few apprehensive inmates who weren't interested in rap, without the ability to start with a vulnerable intense story to connect. But he did it today, by getting the crowd to laugh with him, by free styling and getting people loosened up.

Our in class assignment was to pair up, and write a back-and-forth (i.e. bar trading) verse about laundry.

I ended up pairing up with this guy named Camden (name changed). He was the guy I'd been most worried about too, the one whose body language showed he didn't want to be there, and begrudgingly went along with Lupe's demands for rap on the spot.

But the thing was our verse was fire. We went like third, on a beat that Int'l Show cooked up in a couple minutes (a hard trap beat with Lupe on a chorus recorded in the studio). He opened with a line that went like:

Don't do crimes, you'll serve your time being forced to rhyme.

The crowd went nuts, and thank god. It was so much fun. And I got that Tagoe pat on the back. Got Ally's acknowledgement and Lupe's laughter.

Last thing was there was this last Q&A, where a guy who was there last time, Mr. Poet, with the hella poetic vibes, asked us: "What did y'all expect before coming, and what do you think now?"

To which two of my classmates said really, what I think are meh responses.

Person #1: Didn't know what to expect, I was just scared of rapping in front of other people, but it was fun seeing cool raps, being vulnerable with new people.

Person #2: I spend most of my time on the internet, so unplugging and having to write raps without google was really hard.

I think meh because the mans is not asking this to know more about you. And I saw that. Lee was smart old man and asked, why what did you think.

Mr. Poet was like: I didn't really believe that students from MIT were going to come, so I really want to thank each of y'all that chose to come here. Learning with y'all gave me a sense of normalcy and reminded me that I wasn't just an inmate in this system.

Literally so beautiful. So I had to respond with my truth, that being here was my favorite day ever. Seeing people commit and try something, be vulnerable, and then be so good at it, including your poetry, was something so precious and refreshing in my life.

I hope I thanked them. Anyways then we went to campus and then to Yamatos and then to Insomnia and then back to campus, where I then danced away my bloated stomach. In general, my appreciation for music and its power in the world has sky-rocketed. I'm making more music y'all. This post was a soft launch of the rest of my career.