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[bluerasbunny]

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VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR

Sun/Moon x Reader (Strictly SFW!)

Chapter 1; I heard you on the wireless (Back in Fifty Two)

"Must be quite the fantabulous climber, those trees are no easy feat! I would know, I tried myself! Real doozy of a day-"

The morning hosts voice was magnetizing.

Its pull was intense, drawing you in to the waves of his enthusiasm and the mystery of his silence, his identity and presence. His rambling, his humor, his cadence, the gentle tapping against their desk, their phone- all of it intrigued you, lit a spark in your chest that traveled to the front of your mind. It left you longing for more. Anything at all, anything that wasn't the elusive persona of a radio star.

"And as always, we hope you have a radiant day! Take care, superstar! Until next sunrise!"

Who are you?

AKA; as promised, the one where the DCA's are 80s radio hosts with a twist; no one knows who they are.

After 4 months straight of work, it's HERE! The fic itself!

Thank you all so much for your patience! This has been a long time in the works, i've put so much into perfecting the story and getting everything done and flowing and i'm SO glad to finally be releasing it!

Thank you so much for the support and love! A massive thank you to the DCA Palooza as well for the awesome people there and giving me an environment to flourish and create the fics i've only ever dreamed of making! It means the world to me and I certainly wouldn't be publishing this without the Palooza's help!

A big thank you to Cider, Mouse, Sleepy, Comet, Alf, Sooty, Maven, Kaden and Lake as well! You guys are awesome, as is everyone else in the Palooza! <3

Thank you for reading, and we hope you enjoy chapter one!

Chapter 2 will be out soon, with more of Sun and Moon this time!

VKTRS' playlist, to set the mood!

[bluerasbunny]

hey boy look at my awesamdream writing

(entire piece under the cut!)

"Maybe you're right." Dream shrugs, breezy. "Maybe that is what I want. Maybe it is for fun, Sam. Maybe you- maybe I'm just messing with you. Toying with your mind, playing with my food. Snakes- snakes feed off of mice, don't they?"

"What are you talking about."

"Sam."

His voice is honeyed, sweet and sickening as he creeps close, crouching down with the creak of leather and the click of netherite.

"What could I be talking about, Sam?" Dream murmurs, low, a rumble in his chest. Fingers with a permanent tremor and crooked with abuse gently clasp around his jaw, claws pricking into green fur. "What is the big bad Dream talking about? What's- what's he yapping about now? Is it Tommy? Is it- his evil master plans, his- his underground evil villain base?"

"Get to the point, Dream."

Emerald flickers in the low lava light. A wicked thing, sharp and not quite cruel.

Calm. Cold, bitter tranquility, lemon zest and honey.

"If I'm the snake, what does that make you? My prey? You're trapped here. With me! For as long as I want! I could- I could hold you here forever, Sam! I'm not going to, obviously, you'll stay the time you kept me in here, without food, without light, without- anyone, at all, for months, and then I got out, because you're an idiot- but I have power. You don't."

"So," Dream hums, leaning in closer, nose to nose, eyes locked together, a cruel dance of death, "I'll ask you again. And you'll tell me the truth, this time. Because you know what can happen- what- what I can do."

What he won't do. Not now. But that doesn't matter.

Not yet.

"Are you a good person?"

[bluerasbunny]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR

Sun/Moon x Reader (Strictly SFW!)

Chapter 2; Lying awake (Intent on tuning in on you)

"So stubborn. Hasty little thing." "Alright, if you're gonna be a cryptic as-"

"Intriguing." ...Intriguing? Heat rises to your cheeks, brows knitted together as you turn a glare toward the phone. First he hangs up on you three times in a row, then spouts off some cryptic nonsense and now- now- Words fail you in the heat of your embarrassment, in the heat of your irritation as Night cackles. The bell rings in the background again, metal creaking. You note it down in a hasty scribble, just as Night speaks again- "Good night, angel." The line goes dead.

SURPRISE. IT'S HERE!! CHAPTER TWO OF VKTRS, AFTER A MONTH OF ANTICIPATION.

FINALLY MOON REVEAL!!!! THE BOY HIMSELF!!

this was so fun to write OGH

[bluerasbunny]

what happens if I flirt with Radio host!Sun? :3c

Just curious :3c

funny you say that!! its funny you say that

because y/n is not the one doin the flirting. sun is /pos

infaact- i believe i have a little drabble along the lines of flirting w/ sun!! not exactly the prompt, but it is flirting technically, even if flirting is technically prohibited!!

and you wouldn't want to break the rules. would you?

MINOR VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR SPOILERS

"Oh, but dear, i'm afraid we've already fallen." -What? "..You aren't serious-" "We are! Deathly serious, in fact. You're quite the charmer, even if just a voice through the phone." Ironic. "It doesn't have to be like this." The words spill out of you without permission, a tidal wave of emotion overflowing and gushing through the dam you'd tried so desperately to build. Great. Still can't shut your stupid mouth, god damn it- The silence roars, burns hotter than the heat rising to your cheeks. It's bad enough to be obsessing over a voice on the radio, but asking him to meet you when he barely knows you- A chuckle rings through the receiver. Soft and sad, mellow in a way you aren't quite used to with Sun. It hurts. Why does it hurt? "We wish it could be different. Truly, we do." A pang runs through your chest at the reply. You had seen it coming from a mile away, yet it hurts like nothing else before, flows through your chest like fire. You're being stupid. You just learned his name, of course he said no- "You have work in fifteen minutes." "-Shit!" Sun laughs, warm and truly, and you find yourself laughing too.

[bluerasbunny]

and what if i post a ficlet here. what then

note; its set to AO3 users only!!

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tw; this piece is heavy!! keep that in mind and be careful when you read!!