#i'm just baffled XD

[le-velo-pour-dru]

...Are you guys seeing this? 😭 That's the url of a bot that started following me

[amethystina]

Hope you’ve been doing well <3 Or if not, that things improve and you feel better!! Just want you to know that an anonymous raccoon on the internet is thinking of you :)

Thank you so much, anonymous raccoon — I'm very flattered to hear that someone is thinking of me 💜

Unfortunately, things aren't the best right now. But they could also be worse, I guess? My former stepdad is out of the hospital! So the sepsis didn't kill him, thank god! But now my aunt is in the hospital with blood clots in her lungs so, uh, that relief was kind of short-lived.

I'm also back to working full-time (because of stupid bureaucracy) despite not actually having recovered from my burnout, so that's also a bit of a struggle. But they have sent me to a therapist now, so there's that? Not on a permanent basis but as a "we don't really know what else to do but try this I guess?" and I was immediately reminded of how difficult a patient I am to every therapist I've run into — this one being no exception.

They're always telling me that I seem so well-adjusted and calm and insightful and have all the tools to handle my mental health and so they don't know what they can do to help me. But, like, my guy — if I can barely function despite all these things, there's obviously something wrong. And it's your job to figure that out, not mine.

So we'll see how that goes, I guess? He's not a bad therapist by any means, I'm just a trickier patient than most because I know the tricks and strategies and use them in all the right ways, but I'm Still Not Okay. And that just throws them for a loop. They quickly run out of ideas when working with me.

And, because of all this stress, all I want to do is read. I've been reading so many fanfics these past couple of months. But, unfortunately, not written anything myself. For literal months. It's not writer's block so much as an instinctive reluctance towards anything that isn't reading (so drawing has fallen to the wayside as well). But I'm trying to find ways around that since I do miss writing. And I have so many projects to finish.

So yeah. Life isn't great right now with so much happening and my thoughts and feelings being all over the place, but I'm trying to straighten things out, slowly but surely. But it's probably going to take a while before I'm back to anything even remotely resembling normalcy. Still — I'm trying.

Thank you so much for reminding me that there are people out there who care about me. I wouldn't say that I've forgotten, but a reminder is always nice. So thank you, truly.

Please take care 💜

[stick-by-me]

Bugguette 🥖

New follower sticker for: @honeylove2011!

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Dancing with the devil...

@estelletheskeleton forgot to add this here but here you go >:Dc

[thisbluespirit]

I'm currently watching the 1971 Sense & Sensibility on YT and having issues that only the approx. 2 other Poldark 1975 fans on here will understand.

I knew Robin Ellis was in it (he and Joanna David being the two main reasons I was so keen to see it). I'd just assumed he was Willoughby - it's 1971, the year he played Essex in Elizabeth R and if you want dashing, handsome but definitely trouble in the early 70s he's yr man.

AND THEN HE TURNED UP AS EDWARD FERRARS.

Who, I asked, curious, could be Willoughby, then?

... and then Clive Francis walked in and my brain exploded.

[oh-meow-swirls]

the anime's unhingedness is even funnier when you remember that the dub aired on disney xd. this shit was airing on disney-

[avastyetwats]

Izzy,

You don’t really know me- or, well, you do- I work on your ship, I just don’t get out very much. I’m writing this to you in a letter because I know you wouldn’t want to hear this to your face. I don’t think you’d believe me anyway, no one ever listens to me. But Izzy, I think you are beautiful. You’re passionate and (I know you don’t want to hear this, especially) kind. I see the love in your heart as deep as the ocean itself, and if I were able to even just get a piece, just breathe in the sea air…

I don’t think I could make you happy. I’m not who you want. But if you want to know who I am, there’s a black ribbon in this envelope. Wear it somewhere visible tomorrow. If I don’t see it, I’ll know you don’t want to know.

From,

Your Secret Admirer

To say Izzy was shocked was an understatement. He was baffled. He almost wondered if this letter was delivered to the wrong person, but it couldn't have been because his name was the first thing written on the piece of paper. His name clear as day. It was addressed to him. He had a secret admirer.

But... who was it? And why? Why did they like him? Admittedly, reading the note made his heart do a little flutter, especially at being called beautiful. It wasn't something he's really been called, except for the night of Calypso's birthday, and he loved it. It made him feel good. It made him feel happy. Made him feel seen. And so did this letter, but at the same time, he just couldn't understand why. He didn't used to be so kind. He'd been so cold and cruel to all of them, yet... they accepted him as part of their crew now. As part of their family. He saw the error in his ways, he saw how horrible of a man he was, and he changed. At least, he was still trying to, anyway. But whoever wrote this letter saw the love in his heart and fuck... fucking fuck. What the fuck was he supposed to do?

There was a large part of him that wanted to wear the ribbon because he was curious, because he wanted to know who felt so strongly for him, who cared so deeply, and... why. But at the same time, what if it was someone Izzy didn't feel for in return? He didn't want to hurt the other, especially after they've written him such a beautiful that had him teary eyed and in awe. Whoever was behind it had such a beautiful way with words... and there were some he could think of on this ship that did. But... no. They wouldn't have feelings for him, would they?

He re-reads the letter over and over, trying to figure out who could have possibly written this. It does hurt to read that they don't think they could make him happy, that they aren't what he wants... how could they possibly know that? How could they be so sure? Izzy was a private man for the most part. Little was known about him, including his feelings for others.

Curiosity wins out Izzy pulls the black ribbon from the envelope, fingers caressing the smooth fabric. Who on this ship wears ribbon? He thinks over all of the clues provided. The handwriting, the piece of fabric, the poetic words, they don't get out very much, they aren't who he wants...? He has to know. It's best if he does know, isn't it? Otherwise it will bother him for days, weeks, months... and if he doesn't feel the same for the other, it's best they know too, isn't it? So they aren't spending their days wondering, so they aren't pining for something they won't ever have... at least, that's what Izzy would want.

"Fuck." He curses out loud as he folds the letter and sets it down, tears in his eyes. He's never been praised like this before, he's never even been liked in this way and it's... a lot. Almost overwhelming to the point where he has to sit down. He has to calm both his mind and his heart...

Though, the next day, both are racing again. Because there he stands out on the deck, the black ribbon tied around his wrist for all to see... waiting for his secret admirer to reveal themselves, though admittedly wondering if this truly was the best thing to do. It was too late to change his mind now, because he was quite sure he's seen almost everyone so far, whether inside or out here on the deck of the ship. Yet no one has come forward... yet. Who the fuck was it? Why the fuck did they like him? What the fuck was going to happen?

Just... fuck.

[writeriguess]

Hiiii I requested Katsukis sister x Dabi fic from you two days ago. I'm sorryyyyy if it's not proper to ask for another one before that's out but I can't help but come up with ideas!!! So. Reader is still Katsukis quirkless sister right, and they have a secret relationship with Dabi? Ok so. There's a battle and for some reason, reader has gotten herself in the middle of it. Katsuki sees her first just when she's about to get crushed by a flying piece of rubble and calls out to her in panic, which makes Dabi whip around and since he's faster than Kats, he saves her even when he knows it risks their secret. Kats is obviously baffled why did Dabi save his sister. Ok ok I'm trying not to dream too much but I just live for this dynamic omg.

author's note: I just had to make a confession scene XD <3 Also seems like my gif library works again!

Collateral Damage

The battlefield is chaos. Smoke and fire engulf the crumbling street as heroes and villains clash, explosions rattling the ground beneath you. You don’t even know how you ended up here—one moment, you were trying to get away from the fight, and the next, a collapsing building had forced you into the open, too close to the action, too vulnerable.

You don’t belong here. You never have.

And then you hear it.

A sharp, panicked voice tearing through the battlefield, cutting through the roars of fire and screams of combat.

"SHIT—MOVE!"

You turn just in time to see a massive chunk of rubble hurtling toward you, too fast, too sudden—

You don’t even have time to scream before a blur of blue flames and heat rushes past you. Strong arms wrap around you, yanking you against a too-warm chest, and then suddenly, you’re flying—whipped through the air so fast that your stomach drops. The next thing you know, you’re on the ground again, but not crushed, not dead.

You blink up, dazed. Dabi.

He's crouched over you, one knee planted in the dirt, hands gripping your arms tightly before they slide up in a fleeting touch—checking, making sure you're not hurt. His lips part slightly, breath coming quick, blue eyes flickering with something—concern.

And then he lets go. Stands up. Turns away.

Like nothing happened.

Like he didn’t just risk everything for you.

But Katsuki saw.

You hear him before you see him, the roar of his explosions, the way his feet slam into the ground as he lands hard, just a few feet away. He looks wild, eyes wide, chest heaving. His gaze flickers from you to Dabi, and you know your brother well enough to see the exact moment he puts the pieces together.

"The FUCK—"

Dabi doesn’t give him a chance to say more. The second Katsuki moves, he’s back in the fight, launching a wall of blue flames at your brother, forcing him to dodge.

But Katsuki is pissed now. More than before.

"Why the hell did you save her?!" he yells, dodging the flames, then twisting in midair to send an explosion right at Dabi. "What the fuck are you playing at, huh?!"

Dabi laughs. That same infuriating, taunting laugh that makes even you want to smack him sometimes. He sidesteps the blast, rolling his shoulders like this is just another day for him.

"Aw, what, can’t a guy just do a good deed?" he mocks.

"Bullshit!" Katsuki snaps. "You don’t give a damn about civilians—so why her?!"

Dabi doesn’t answer. Not directly. Instead, he smirks, cocky, knowing. "Maybe I just wanted to piss you off, huh? Looks like it worked."

Katsuki lunges, his palm sparking, and Dabi meets him head-on, fire against explosions, force against force. You scramble backward, heart pounding, knowing that if you stay too close, one wrong move could get you caught in the crossfire.

But you can’t leave.

Because you know what this is.

Katsuki saw.

He saw the way Dabi looked at you, the way he checked for injuries. He’s not stupid, and now he’s furious, more than he’s ever been before.

"You—" Katsuki growls between attacks, voice raw with disbelief. "You’re fucking Dabi?"

Dabi laughs again, this time sharper, smug. "Well, that’s one way to put it."

Katsuki’s entire body locks up, face twisting in pure rage before he slams forward with an explosion so big it makes the air shudder. Dabi barely dodges in time, rolling out of the way with a low whistle.

"Damn, didn't know you had that in you, little bro."

"DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT!" Katsuki roars. His next explosion is bigger, faster, almost catching Dabi in the side.

You force yourself to move, stepping closer before this gets worse. "Katsuki, stop—!"

"Stay the hell out of this!" he barks at you. "You—" He turns back to Dabi, snarling, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You’re a goddamn villain! And her—she doesn’t even have a fucking quirk!"

Dabi tilts his head, eyes flicking back to you. "Yeah. I noticed."

"You could’ve killed her," Katsuki spits. "You will kill her."

Dabi’s smirk falters, just for a second. It’s brief—so quick you almost miss it.

But Katsuki doesn’t.

"Oh, what? You actually give a shit?" His voice is mocking, but there’s an edge to it now. A challenge.

Dabi shrugs, the cocky mask slipping back into place. "Maybe I do."

Katsuki’s hands clench into fists.

And then he moves.

Faster than before, hitting harder, more reckless, explosions lighting up the battlefield. Dabi is grinning, but you know him well enough to see the tension in his movements—he’s taking this more seriously now.

"You think you’re good enough for her?" Katsuki spits as they fight. "You? A murderer? A piece of shit villain?"

Dabi smirks. "Well, she seems to think so."

Katsuki loses it. His explosion sends Dabi skidding back, boots digging into the cracked pavement. He barely catches himself before Katsuki is on him again, and this time, Dabi doesn’t have a witty comeback, forced on the defensive.

You don’t think. You move.

Throwing yourself between them, arms outstretched. "Stop!"

Katsuki halts, barely, his explosion cutting off just before he can hurt you. Dabi, though, doesn’t stop fast enough. His hand almost catches you, flames flaring dangerously close—

And then he does stop. Completely. Too completely. His fire vanishes, his entire body stiffening as he realizes how close he came to burning you.

It’s Katsuki who notices first. "The fuck—"

Dabi swears under his breath and steps back, jaw clenched. "Move," he tells you, but his voice isn’t sharp. It’s careful. Controlled.

You shake your head. "I’m not letting you kill each other."

Katsuki glares, furious. "He—"

"I know who he is," you snap back, turning to look at him fully. "I know. But I’m not leaving him."

Your brother stares at you, eyes burning. Betrayal and fury and disbelief all twisted together. "Why?"

And you hesitate.

Because how do you explain it? How do you tell him that Dabi isn’t just some villain to you? That the man with the cocky smirk and taunting words has held you in the dark, has whispered things you never thought you’d hear, has been there in a way no one else has?

You don’t.

Because Katsuki wouldn’t understand.

So you just say, "Because I love him."

The words hit the battlefield like a gunshot.

Katsuki’s face twists. "You—" His voice cracks.

Dabi clicks his tongue. "Whoops. There goes the family reunion."

You shoot him a look. "You’re not helping."

He grins. "Wasn’t trying to."

Katsuki looks like he’s about to combust. His hands shake, explosions flickering to life before dying out again, as if he can’t decide whether to punch Dabi or just scream.

“Besides, he started it,” Dabi says after a moment of silence.

“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU,” Katsuki yells.

Dabi snickers. “See?”

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. “Oh my god, I hate you both.”

“Aw, c’mon, doll,” Dabi hums, cocking his head. “You didn’t seem to hate me last night—”

Katsuki lunges.

You think you might actually die of embarrassment.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hiii, Nini! Can I please request a Sigma x male reader fic with impact play? We've seen Sigma in fics getting absolutely decimated by the reader LMAO- I almost feel bad, so here's a twist, this is light impact play. Instead of spanks/floggers he can brace for, nope, feathers that make him jump out of his skin every time, giggling despite himself because wtf he's taken so much worse-. I think he'd absolutely lose it with the lighter/gentler stuff more so than the harder stuff purely because of how flustered he'd get XD. Ps I'm making it canon, you cannot look at him and tell me that stressed-as-hell man ain't ticklish.

Ahhhh so true!!! I imagine him as very sensitive and ticklish as well, like 🤤🤤 also since the gender wasn’t mentioned anywhere, you can interpret it however you want :]

Dom!reader x sub!sigma - reader is gn neutral

Warning: tickling/soft impact play, teasing, humiliation, slight dacryphilia (can’t write a fic without good’ol dacryphilia), using his hair as a brush???

Edit: started & finished this in the middle of the night, I’m so tired and I didn’t proof read it, also my brain is cooked idk what I did here

It’s been too quiet these days. Too boring, too mundane, too relaxing. There were many adjectives that would fit this little dilemma you were facing, called ‘dying of boredom’. You’ve been waiting around for your sweetheart to make a mistake, just so you’d have a reason to punish him. Yet how could it be that he’s so perfect in every way possible? You weren’t even exaggerating or meaning to sing his praises, heck you wanted him to be a little more human!

Otherwise you couldn’t think of a good reason to pull him out of his busy schedule, just to have him all to yourself, in such a selfish way. He wouldn’t agree, everyone knows how he puts his work above everything else. Such a horrible work ethic he has. Whatever, no one is perfect, even the manager of the sky casino will have to slip up somewhere, and you were way too eager to find it.

Sigma was just signing some documents as you watched him over his shoulder, taking sneaky peeks as if he hasn’t noticed you already. At this point he was probably wondering what you were doing. It didn’t bother you in the slightest, in fact, you knew due to you being so close, he’d get nervous and overthinking again. Something along the lines of: Did you want something from him? Why were you watching him all silently, so creepily?

And there it was— what you’ve been waiting for! “Sigma~ gosh, you clumsy thing! You wrote down the wrong date there, look.” You pointed it out a little too enthusiastically, eyes sparkling like morning sunlight, reflecting how excited you were. He glanced at you funnily, probably baffled why you were so happy about it. “Ah- yes, I see, uhh.. thanks, y/n.” Sigma furrowed his brows for a split second, then turned his attentions back to the papers. Though before he could continue writing, you snatched the pen out of his hand.

“Nope, you made a mistake sigma, and such a simple one as well. Tsk tsk tsk.” You faked a disappointment sigh, and facepalmed, putting your acting skills to use, “I’ll need to punish you, don’t you think?” So that’s what you’ve been waiting for, and probably the reason why you were so full of glee earlier. “A-are you serious..? For such a small thing?” Sigma looked taken aback, leaning his head back until he met your eyes. A slight blush was already convering his pale cheeks, such a naughty boy, he was excited as well.

“Why of course, it was a grave mistake after all. Stand up.” He was more ready to comply than you thought, not making any fuss as he stood up. “Good boy, now sit on the table.” You moved the chair away, pinning his body between your arms and gripping the edge of the furniture. Sigma glanced at you a few times, seemingly surprised with your demand. To be honest he expected you to bend him over your lap. This was fine as well, in fact, this position would prove itself to be more comfortable than what he initially predicted.

You were close, all up in his intimate space. He swore he could feel the heat radiating off your body. A slight blush covered his cheeks as he waited for your orders, already feeling the effects you had on him. It was almost terrifying how much control you had with just a few words. “Come on, you know how it goes. Strip.” After waiting for what felt like forever, you smirked as you whispered to him. “Ah- right. Sorry.” The boy replied half-minded, hands moving up to unbutton his vest.

This wouldn’t have been all that humiliating if it wasn’t for the fact that you were staring him up and down like some prey, watching his every move as he peeled off one layer after another. “Can’t you.. look in the other way?” He muttered in a meek voice, currently taking his pants off. “I’ve seen you nude plenty times darling,” you reached for his hands and helped him undress, “why are you still embarrassed?”

“You- stop teasing me..” The way his face flushed even more while he desperately tried to shake your hands off was so precious, you couldn’t stop grinning. “Ever thought it’s part of the punishment?” You asked, grabbing his thighs and spreading them apart. They were soft to the touch, and so squishy, his skin was flawless. “Ah-ahh… I’m- I’m really getting punished… over that little mistake?” He bawled his hands into fists, biting his lips to stop the trembling.

“I mean what I said.” He inhaled shakily, and breathed an equally unsure exhale. Eyes glossed over and half-lidded, body burning under your every touch. Poor boy was just preparing for the worst. You gave him a reassuring smile, then raised your hand right over his thighs. So it was going to be spanking, he thought and squeezed his eyes together. To his surprise, instead of the painful slap he expected, he was met with a teasing one. In response his body twitched involuntarily, and his eyes ripped open.

He didn’t flinch because of the pain, no there was no pain to speak of. There were only a soft, faintly red mark that gradually appeared on his inner thigh. Pretty much nothing worth mentioning, you left more marks when you grabbed his skin to spread his legs. “Erm… Y/n?” He couldn’t help but question your actions. That was a slip up, right? He’s taken so much worse, compared to all that you were basically caressing him.

Suddenly, another slap, though just as soft and gentle as the first one, making him jump out of his seat. “Wait- y/n, what are you doing?” It was such a light slap, can you even call it one? Wouldn’t tap be a more fitting description? “Punishing you. Why, do you want to be bullied instead?” You teased, followed by another slap, this time on the other thigh, and his toes curled. Why did this feel even more embarrassing than anything else? The sound was way louder and more dramatic than the actual impact.

“Ah- no but, seriously, what are you doing?” Out of nowhere you slapped his chest, once again it wasn’t painful in the slightest. He tensed together, still able to feel your touch in the places you’ve touched. “Shhh, be good and endure it for me, alright?” Instead of answering him, you stroked his fluffy hair, and smiled all self confident. The look on his face screamed confusion, but he trusted you, and so he simply swallowed the lump in his throat.

You grabbed a strain of his hair, one of the longer locks, sliding your hand through them, a little amazed at how untangled his hair was. As soon as you reached the ends, you held it fairly firm in your hand, and used it like a brush to graze over his skin. First over his cheeks just to annoy him, earning yourself a glare from him, then a feather-light brush over his nipples. He really didn’t know where you were going with this, but god did it rile him up.

It tickled, and it was so foreign, he couldn’t help but subconsciously clench his thighs together. Hands trembling from clenching his fists too hard, the pounding of his own heart echoing in his ears. You made sure to not touch him anywhere except with your hands, which made him all the more sensitive. Those touches were driving him mad, and that fact itself made him all the more flustered. You were barely doing anything, how could it be that he wanted to cry amidst all these sensations?

Soft, muffled whimpers slipped from his swollen lips, he arched his back forward whenever everything became too much. “Hnng- please, ah.. stop the t-teasing…! Hmm..!!” You carefully traced a line down his belly, resting your makeshift brush around his pelvis and moving it in a circling motion. As if all this wasn’t humiliating enough, he now knew why you had him sit on the table. All so you could observe his every move, every shameful expression and listen to every shaky breath he exhaled.

“Look at you getting all excited just from a few touches, you are way more needy than you’d like to admit, aren’t you?” “HnnGh..~ p-please.. ah-!!”He whined again, feeling you finally, finally giving his neglected dick some attention. Only using one finger to lazily rub his tip a few times, before using his hair to brush over the already sticky gland. His precum slowly dribbled from his slit, down his shaft before getting smeared around by you. “So messy.” Was all you had to say.

“Y/n, y-you’re so Mnn.. mean,” he squirmed around, shaking his head as tears rolled down his crimson cheeks, “I-i wanna cum…” you tilted your head to the side, sliding the bush of hair over his inner thighs, “that’s not how you ask for things, baby.” Then you used your other hand to rub his tears away, it ended up with him crying even more. “Such a crybaby, why don’t you try asking nicely?”

He gulped, trying to cease the sobbing for a moment, bending forwards as he let his head drop. The shame was eating at him, but he really couldn’t do this anymore~ which is why he looked up at you like a lost puppy, with glistening eyes and rosy lips, shaking ever so slightly as he begged, “please.. ha-Ahhh…I-i wanna cum♥︎ please m-make me c-cum..!!♡♡♥︎”

You smiled, staying quiet for a moment to raise the intensity and anticipation, then wrapped your arms around his shivering body. “You’ve been so good for me, and good boys deserve to be rewarded.”

[animeomegas]

I laughed so hard when I came across this tiktok video of a mother revealing their newborn's middle finger handmold result. Then I imagine this happening to the Naruto boys, and I laughed even harder. I think Itachi and Neji's reaction would be the funniest of them all

Here's the link if you want to see it: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSMyFKtqU/

dfsdfgdsfsdh, that's so funny, I'm crying, you're so right to think of the Naruto omegas for this lmaoooo

Neji is so full of hormones going all over the place that he gets very upset that the whole thing is ruined :(

Itachi can't stop giggling. Probably says something like 'oh my' when he first pulls it out. Keeps it hidden in a keepsake box, cracks up every time he sees it.

Naruto and Kiba would display it front and centre somewhere in their home. Naruto might even put it in the Hokage's office lmao!

Sasuke is just blinking at it, baffled while his alpha laughs in the background.

Shikamaru stares directly into the camera, deadpan.

Chouji finds it hilarious and brings it out at every occasion once his pup is old enough to be embarrassed by it. It becomes a joke with the whole extended family XD

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

J'allais râler because you got out the forbidden nickname (also I thought we agreed YOU were the cute lil' dog I'd carry in my purse, sugarplum)

But now you made me cry with your sweetyness X'D

I mean IRL I'm someone qui rigole beaucoup, who parle bien trop, not a social butterfly, a real mess towards confidence sometimes and never really popular you see? I do have some precious friends now (IRL and online) but j'ai eu mes alone moments :3 So I do not exagerate when I tell those words really mean the world for me

Thanks for being my friend ;w; ❤️

GIRL i warned you i literally SAID i'd reach beyond the screen to hug you if i could but now i'm gonna cryyy YOU ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART WAGHJGGAJGJGSG

and man i feel you :') anyone who has ever said i was good with words is fooling themselves cause i am the most awkward shy nerdy mess with barely 3 friends you'll ever meet irl but just!!! your energy has always been the one i strive to have all the time and it's like!!!!! YOU are the honeypie here missy!!! i would scream it to your ear rn if i could but thank YOU for being my friend you sweet sweet sweet sweet swEET blueberry like stop giving me cavities already<3333333

[ijwrsmff]

Hey, i hope ur having a good dayy...heard yu wanted some yandere arcane asks...how about vi(romantic) with a naïve piltover darling (generally soft and clumsy as well) fem reader please!!💖💕

Thank you so much that's so sweet!!! I'm getting to requests really late, but I'm doing my best XD thank you for requesting and your patience! Even though it's really late, I hope you enjoy ^^

Soooo glad the second season is coming out soon, I crave it so bad XD

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Vi was in Piltover, doing what she joked was a small heist. It was just her this time, Vander having cracked down on them all not returning to top side in fear of their safety. She made sure Powder was safe first, and left her in the boy’s care. She had received word there was an event going on, a series of stalls and shops along the road. It was the perfect opportunity to blend in and steal from all the rich assholes who could buy out the whole street if they wanted to. 

…That was her plan anyway. 

It started off simple enough, showing up right in the middle of the day when it was the most busy. She paid close attention to the people who looked like they had more money than others…and with how idiotic people could be, it wasn’t hard to tell who could afford the most. Starting off, she took small items they had purchased that she thought could go for more underground. She didn’t expect to be bumped into as a girl fell to the ground. 

As it were, you only wanted to go to see what the shops had to offer. You weren’t paying much attention though, and bumped into something…or someone. Both you and the person fell to the ground, and you looked up at her from the ground as you whined and rubbed the spot on your leg you just knew would be bruised later. She was laying next to you, and you caught sight of her snarl. You jumped up looking her over. 

“Crud! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you! Did I damage anything you’d bought? I can’t believe I did that again! Gah!” You whined and looked at her as if seeking forgiveness. She looked baffled, and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “I can pay for anything I broke! Here, let me buy you something, too!” You took her hand, and she accepted it. You couldn’t tell what expression was on her face, but you were terrified you’d made a bad impression on this woman. 

“Uh…you don’t have to. I have what I need.” Vi spoke, and she seemed guarded. It was almost as if she thought you were tricking her, not believing you were really being this nice to a stranger. “You hurt, cupcake?” She said, seemingly coming to a conclusion in her mind. She brushed off your shoulders, touch lingering only briefly. Her touch was rough, but it didn’t seem to phase you. 

“I’m not hurt! Not any more hurt than I usually am when I fall anyway…” You mumbled the last bit, and shook your head. “And it’s okay! I insist, it’s the least I could do!” Your smile was wide and bright, and somehow contagious. As soon as you locked eyes with her, she smiled back at you, though her smile was much more akin to a smirk. 

She leaned forward so your faces were near each other, and her eyes glazed over yours and she continued to smirk as she pulled back. “If you really insist, I have something in mind.” Her original mission had subsided in her mind, and it seemed she had a new plan she wanted to see through. She was still being cautious, but she would play along for now. This could prove to be entertaining, afterall. 

You yapped away, Vi barely getting any words in since giving you her name. She didn’t seem to mind though, and listened closely to everything you had to say. It didn’t take long to learn all about you, considering the fact that you told her basically all the important information. It was fun! You got to tell her all about your job, your close group of friends, and your favorite hobbies and pastimes. Vi even asked questions to learn more, despite you not picking up on her prodding more into your personal life. 

She had tried to justify it as gathering intel for her next trip with Powder and the boys, but she was growing more intrigued by the second. Though as you reached the stall she had escorted you to, you looked at her. “Oh! A flower stall! Are you getting flowers for someone? That’s so thoughtful!” You giggled, and looked at the wide array of different flowers local to your home and even exported from further off. 

Vi smirked, before putting on a small act. She sighed deeply, and looked deep in thought. “I’d love to get her flowers, but I’m not sure what kind she likes. There’s too many to choose from, it’s overwhelming…what kind do you like?” She looked over to you, eyes full of mischief. She only smiled wider when it seemed like you didn’t gather the implications. 

“I think these one’s here are the prettiest, and the bouquet has a good variety of flowers! So no matter the room, you can probably make the flowers suit it perfectly!” You thought carefully about your answer, wanting to make sure she could get the best possible ones for the girl she wanted to get them for. It was no trouble, you did bump into her, so it only seemed fitting to help out however you could. 

“I see…” She said, and picked up the bouquet you chose. “I hope she’ll like these.” As she said it in a thoughtful but playful tone, before handing them to you. “So, do you like them?” Her hand was outstretched, and you looked at the flowers in confusion. She could practically see the gears turning in your head, and tried to wait to see if you’d understand. 

“THEY’RE FOR ME?!” You said, way louder than you meant to. It brought a light blush to your cheeks and you pouted at her. “But I’m the one that bumped into you! I should be getting you a gift!” You looked around the booth, and quickly picked up a bouquet of flowers you thought would suit her. Paying quickly, you copied her motion of giving her the flowers. 

“These are for you then! They have colors that remind me of you and your hair, so I guess it’s…a trade?” You thought carefully, trying to decide if you’d be satisfied with a trade rather than providing something to her from your stumble into her. The flowers weren’t very expensive, so it didn’t really seem fair. 

“How sweet of you…” Vi said, a glimmer of something in her eyes that you couldn’t place. “I’ll happily accept these flowers from you, cupcake.” She gave a wink, but by now she knew you wouldn’t understand the undertones of her words and meaning. She’d have to be more direct to get through to you. Stepping up her game seemed in order, but not just yet. 

“Let me at least buy you something else!” You pleaded, wide eyes as you looked around the stalls to find something else you could give her for her troubles. But Vi looked to the sky, cursing under her breath. At the noise, you tilted your head and asked, “Is something wrong?” You sounded worried, and it only made her heart swell further. 

“My sister is waiting for me at home, I have to go.” She seemed reluctant to say it, but started walking away with a glance to you over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll meet again.” To you, the words were reassuring…whereas most people would have seen it as ominous. You barely knew her, but you welcomed her regardless. There’s no way in hell this would be the last time she saw you. 

“But! I have to buy you something else!” You called, jogging the few steps to catch up with her. She had the flowers you had bought her in her arms, and the other items she’d “bought” within her carry pack. She stopped as you approached, you putting a hand on her shoulder. 

She hummed, turning to look fully at you before smirking with a dark glint in her eyes. “Then…” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before playfully breathing into your ear, “We’ll make it a date. Next time, you can take me out on the condition I get to take you out after.” She pulled back, and could have burst out laughing from the shocked look on your face as you blushed. 

It only made you smile wide, “Okay! It’s a promise then! Do I get to pick what we do for our date?” You hopped once in place and waited eagerly for her response.

“Of course, cupcake. Anything you wanna do.” With her final words, she turned, as you lost her in the crowd of people. It only then occurred to you that she had no way of knowing where you lived. What if she got lost and never saw you again? Or even worse, what if you never saw her again? It had crushed your spirit a little, and your eyes cast down as you pouted, walking back to your house. 

Though from the shadows, Vi loomed. She watched you walk all the way home, making note of any recognizable locations and landmarks so she would remember exactly how to get to you. You were a new form of intoxication she’d never experienced. You were pure, innocent. You didn’t pick up on her flirting until she made sure you did, and you never once questioned her attire or why you’d never seen her before. It made her let out a chuckle, as she watched you, almost hungrily. 

You’d see her again, sooner than you’d think…and she’d make sure you could never forget her. She knew it was just a matter of time before she corrupted that innocence of yours, making you hers in any way she wanted…any way she desired. 

You should have run when you had the chance, cupcake. 

[kiyo-cant-write]

Welp, I'm kinda back to request the guy again(y'know the RSA Silver anon). Tho you can call me as 🎵 anon. Thanks tho.

So I kinda have some little new idea pop in my head, I got the idea when I read some old scenarios. About Silver and Sebek, having a crush on Yuu. Then tries to fight over Yuu's attention. Just imagine they fight over Yuu and Yuu accidentally getting squish between their chest I mean check their PE uniform card, while they get too busy having a staring competition to notice Yuu got squish. Yuu intensely blushing, probably almost fainting

I hope you don't mind this.

silver and sebek fighting "over" yuu/reader ✧･ﾟ

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Name change initiated, tags updated.

Hello! I don't mind this! I like Silver and the rest of Diasomnia (though my personal bias is Malleus xD) And I hope I interpreted your idea well! My sincere apologies for taking a longer time to get this out, my health is not doing well at the moment.

Note to anyone looking to request that I currently have a very big request for all the first years in the works and it is taking me some time to complete. That said, requests will be slow to go out but are open, actually.

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Summary: [Name] is swept up in an argument between Silver and Sebek Zigvolt during flight class. Were they always this built?

TW/CW: None

Notes: pre-relationship, the reader is described as smaller than Sebek/Silver, the reader is the Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader

Guest Stars: Grim, Malleus Draconia (mentioned)

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Silver & Sebek Zigvolt

Silver did not plan to be in the argument in the first place.

He isn't a very confrontational personality to begin with.

That, and his father raised him better (or he says that).

And meanwhile, Sebek is just Sebek-ing, that's how it starts.

The argument doesn't begin with Malleus but it's sure about Malleus now and Silver kind of wants to punch Sebek.

Sebek throws the first punch and Silver is defending himself.

The two of them are airheads sometimes and forget they're in a joint class and there are people everywhere.

[Name] is smaller than the two of them and ends up caught between them but neither of them cares to notice.

[Full Name] you are about to experience being smooshed between two guys who have trained as guards since childhood.

Sebek is still more or less yelling.

Silver effectively politely conveys "Shut the fuck up."

[Name] and the other students are BAFFLED.

It seemed that it would be a while before this is resolved...

Silver is the one to point out this is a ... position.

Sebek gets offended that Silver is protecting [Name].

But why? WHAT IS THIS HUMAN DOING TO HIM?

Silver chooses to repress his feelings.

Trauma responses or something (Book 7 did things to me)

Then [Name] fainted and both boys began to p a n i c !!

"This is all your fault, Silver!"

"Sebek, be quiet."

Silver's expression might have seemed neutral to anyone in Vargas' PE class who was watching but Sebek recognized this type of expression from his childhood. Silver was glaring daggers at him from his group's area.

But! This was a fight and Sebek would win (for Malleus).

"HOW DARE YOU INSULT WAKA-SAMA?!??" Sebek roared, ignoring the class around him as all of his senses focused on that cat.

It would be good to note that while it was a "fight." it was a fight that Silver did not want to be in. How had it even begun? Silver wasn't sure. He was trying to talk to one of his classmates about something and then Sebek started yelling (really, who decided to let joint classes be with the first years?) and soon after, this had started.

"NYA! WHAT DID YOU SAY EYEBROWS?" Grim fired back at Sebek.

Raised by General Lilia Vanrouge, Silver has some quirks that others are quick to point out. He grew up in Briar Valley, after all. His "human skills" leave much to be desired. Still, Lilia instilled a sense of justice in Silver, and the knowledge that you should not say nasty things about others if they are your friends.

Silver sighed. This was why he decided to keep his thoughts on today's PE incident to himself. It would be better for everyone that way. But his emotions, the ones he tried to ignore, made things harder for him sometimes.

[Name] is being a bit daft, though. Why did they get involved?

As Sebek yelled at Grim, the cat jumped into his human half's arms and caused Sebek to, as he was trying to grab Grim, get much too close to the Prefect (for safety and for Silver to accept).

He sighed again as he took several steps over to the trio and attempted to intimidate Sebek away from [Name].

"Sebek, cease this at once. This is unbecoming," Silver told him, standing just behind the Prefect and staring Sebek down.

"Silver, stay out of this!" Sebek hissed at him, not realizing how close he was to the Prefect, "I need to finish this."

"Malleus-sama would not approve..." Silver continued slowly.

He took a step closer.

"I am doing this for his honor, that cat insulted him!!"

Sebek pushed closer and Silver couldn't mask his irritation. Sebek would not listen to Silver and the light-haired man knew this.

"Even if he did, you're much too close to [Name]," the second-year added.

As each boy moved closer, they had [Name] cornered.

"Are you insinuating that you have some kind of claim over this human?" Sebek asked, nearly scoffing as if insulted by the concept.

"No, I am saying you're too close to them. Be polite."

"Silver, you speak and act so boldly for someone taken in off the streets," Sebek told him, bringing up a longstanding issue between them.

He had to ignore this. It wasn't supposed to be something shared with others, that he was taken in by Lilia, that Lilia was his father.

"This isn't about that. You're being rude."

Silver had never wanted to punch Sebek more than he did at this moment.

Smushed between the two guards, [Name] held Grim close to their chest. They could spell the faint scent of flowers from Silver whereas Sebek smelled like tea. They were able to see now, up close and personally, that Malleus' guards were strong, built young men, not as lean as some of the other students at Night Raven.

A few moments passed as Silver and Sebek attempted to stare each other down, other students beginning to watch the interaction, waiting for a fight to break out. It was a miracle that Vargas did not notice the commotion but he was busy telling some poor student about his great and important very heroic deeds.

"... Grim, I think I am going to die," [Name] whispered to the cat.

Startled, Grim looked up at them with such a sudden motion he jostled their spot between Silver and Sebek slightly.

"Nya?? Don't die, [Name]!!"

But the Prefect could not hear them anymore, they were dead to the world for the foreseeable future. With a bright red face, they looked somewhere between embarrassed and feverish.

"Oh no. [Name], are you okay?"

Silver moved away from Sebek as the green-haired boy did the same. Sebek noticed the state of the Ramshackle Prefect instantly.

"AAH! THE HUMAN NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION!!" Sebek shouted

For a moment, Silver wished that Sebek had a volume button he could (politely) turn down. It would save everyone a lot of grief.

All of this attracted the attention of Vargas who whipped around and sprinted over to them, forgetting his discussion of heroism with that poor, poor unsuspecting student.

"Don't yell," Silver told Sebek as he noticed Vargas speeding in their direction, his voice sounding like a whisper in comparison to Sebek's yells.

"HAH? This is all your fault, Silver!"

"Sebek. I said... Quiet down."

Today would be a long day for everyone...

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Imagine the rest for yourself~

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[tinydefector]

Ok ok i thought about this and for me it's sounds funny.

Sooo on the comic where everyone just found out that Rung is god you know where Rodimus, Rachet, Whirl and Tyrest and others having existing crisis and the part where Whirl said "God was my therapist" and then I thought about it, how funny it would be if cybertronian or human MC/reader said something like "I was fuck by said God" like if said cybertronian/human was in relationship with Rung and everyone reaction (plus Tyrest too since I think he's a god fanatic) 😂😂😂😂

XD omg so I had a bit of a joke piece about fucking God over in this fic. But it gets even better that thought of Tyrest being a God fanatic and hating Organics. The horror when he finds out Primus is with a human, watch this mech just break down.

Everyone's optics and eyes are on Rung, and the mech stands there wishing attention wasn't on him. Rodimus paces back and forth, Ratchet just stares off into a wall wish above all he wasn't here right now. Whirl, for the first time, is so quiet that it makes everyone so uncomfortable. And then there was the human just looking up at Rung in shock, dismay? They really didn't know how they felt in that moment.

Rodimus finally speaks. "OK, ok, but how the Frag!, Your Primus! All this time, you have just been what? Hiding on cybertron, having a vacation!" He asked. He was bitter about this, as much as he wanted to blame Rung for everything, cybertron falling apart, his home, and the matrix in truth it wasn't his fault. After all wasn't he doing the exact same thing, running away because he didn't want to be a prime, he wasn't suited for it, he didn't want to live in Optimus' shadow and have that shame over him. He'd take being co captain with Megatron over having to be in Optimus' shadow any cycle.

Ratchet, on the other hand, just wants a strong drink. He had never been a believe in gods, yet here he was finding out the the mech who had been the Lost Light's therapist, had been a neutral throughout the war, had a space ship collection older then some mechs was Primus. It was just his luck. "Does anyone else know?" He asked, trying to be the level-headed one of the group.

Rung removes his glasses, and the stress and exhaustion are very visible on his faceplate. "Drift, I believe, he's, he's always suspected something," Rung explains. He wasn't sure, but he's rather sure that Drift knows what he is.

Whirl finally laughs. "This is Fragged. How in the Pit did I end up this fragging, unlucky that my slagging therapist is Fragging Primus!" They shout, they don't know if they are angry, hurt or just overwhelmed, so much had been fried in their circuitry after the Emputra but this, this felt like a sick joke. All the things he had told Rung now feel like they were confessions.

Tyrest is baffled. He doesn't know whether to fall to his knees or call blasphemy, but the evidence is right there in front of his optics.

Rung is sheepish as he looks to the human. He's hoping they don't hate him. "I know this is alot for you all to take in, I'm sorry you all had to find out this way, I'm sincerely sorry for everything that has happened" He calls out to the group. He goes to continue only to be cut off.

"Fuck my life, Swerve is never going to let me live this down" the human stammers out. Everyone's optics are on them, a flush tints Rungs plating. "Please we don't need to bring that-" He's cut off again.

"The fact that I've unknowingly been getting Railed by Primus!" They exclaim only for Rung to hide behind one of his servos as multiple mech's Jaws drop at those words.

"HAH, and i thought I was Fragged!" Whirl screeched, finding humour in the situation. The other mechs look just as shocked and disgusted. "No, I refuse. That's blasphemy. Please tell me you haven't been interfacing with an organic!" Tyrest almost pleaded, hoping by the all spark that it wasn't true.

Rodimus pinches his brow ridge. He could feel his processor hurting from all this information. "Slagging Pit," he grumbles. " I Owe Sunstreaker so much Shainx now," he huffs. "OK, ok. Rung's Primus, and he's fragging a human." He throws his servos up in the air, being overly dramatic.

Ratchet just glares at the two. "They both of you are to report to medical for an examination after this, You" he points right at Rung. " I have some rather choice words for you," he states before stalking off, leaving.

The human looks at the floor, and the true panic is taking over. "Oh fuck, I've been fucking an Alien God who's also my therapist" they mutter to themself, tears starting to well up in their eyes and Rung kneels down cupping their face and wiping the tears away. "I didn't mean to upset you," he says softly. Optics focused on them. " I don't want this to change anything between us. You mean a great deal to me, and I don't want to lose you," he murmurs to them, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead.

The sound of the others arguing and fighting drowns out as Rung focuses on his little lover. "I'm not angry, Rung, Primus, or whatever name you want to go by, but... but I'm a human, a random fucking human so why me. Why me? " they nearly sob as he scoops them up, pulling them against his frame.

"My dear, I'm the the holy being everyone believes I am, I'm just a very old mech, who did what he could to stop something bad from happening, alot fo the tales told are very twisted stories. I'm just a mech, I'm not some holy being. And as for why you. You were the first person to remember my name, you took an interest in my hobbies, I would have happily faded into dust unknown but you choose me" he coos softly. Digits tracing their cheeks as he looks at them in pure love.

"But an Organic!" Tyrest hisses out as he watches how sweet and tender Rung is with the human. Is Rodimus who speaks up next. "Ah ah, remember each time to talk badly about organic races you lose Shanix which goes right into my account!~" Rodimus sings out, trying to make light of the situation for his own mental stability.

"You two are fragged and Slag, and I thought I had issues!" Whirl huffs before pointing at Rung. "Not a word about our therapy session to anyone, God or not, I will end you." Whirl nearly snarls before transforming and taking off.

"But you are Primus! You could have your choice of any cybertronian, pillars in your name cities, why have you hidden for so long!" Tyrest utters, he wants to be angry, but at the same time, this was Primus. How could he.

Rung meets his optics. "Because that's not the type of mech I am, I did what I had to to stop Unicron, I got sick of people trying to put me on a pedestal, I wanted to live, live my life, to enjoy hobbies, travel, I gave up my old frame for the ability to live" he states. He wouldn't change his choices even if he had the ability to. He was content.

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MC: "Swerve get me a strong drink!"

Swerve: "heya what got you so rilled up, partner problems? Give me all the juicy details."

MC: staring him dead in the optics. "Swerve, Rung is Primus"

Swerve: "Well, I wouldn't call him that, I mean, he must be a good frag but doubt that"

MC: "No Swerve, Rung is Primus, I've been fucking your God, why me, how did I get to this point"

Swerve: "you know what let me get you a double"

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Rung: "this is a mess, I need to get myself a Therapist"

Swerve: "well doc tell me all your woos, I'm the closest your gonna get for therapy"

Rung: " ships having a meltdown over my past and the fact I'm with a human"

Swerve: " eh, heard worse, your squishy things your Primus"

Rung: " yes, well that's also part of the issue"

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Whirl: "soo.... Rung huh?"

Mc: "Please, I don't want to talk about it"

Whirl: "What part, the part where you're fragging the ships Therapist or the part where your Fragging Primus."

MC: "Oh my fucking God Whirl!"

Whirl: "Ah, ah, your fucking my God not the other way round!"

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MC: "fuck you Tyrest, you owe Rodimus more money now, from being a Xenophobe."

Tyrest: "Like, I would ever let you within five meters of my frame you disgusting little creatin. Your insults mean nothing to me. Filthy little flesh thing"

MC: " just remember it's your Beloved Primus who's fragging me!, yea!, your beloved God prefers fragging me!"

Tyrest: *the most horrified noise ever* " You take the Blastphamy Back!"

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[freddleafton12345-blog]

Movie Shadow x fem! Reader small smut piece! Minors plz run off elsewhere XD. Reader can be either a human, or a mobian!

"...you what?"

Your ebony lover gave you the most baffled and confused face you've ever seen him make, and God was it funny.

"Well...I just uh- have a hypothesis!" You giggled nervously. "If you use the chaos emeralds to change your form, surely you'll be able to thrust faster, right?"

"...You're so blunt sometimes." He shook his head with a chuckle, grabbing the emeralds from the secret box under the bed.

He held them tightly, and you watched in awe as his form changed from black into a bright gold.

He stretched, then he crawled on top of you, pushing you onto the bed.

"Well, let's see if your hypothesis is false or true."

You ripped off your soaked panties and threw them aside, and you wasted no time in spreading your legs for him.

This made him chuckle darkly. "Someone's eager to be pounded into oblivion, I see."

He carefully pushed his hard member into your pussy, groaning as he did so.

God you were so tight and warm, he wouldn't be able to hold back at this rate. But he couldn't risk hurting you either.

"S-shadow?" You whimpered, cupping his cheek in your hand. "I trust you. Go all out, make me feel good.."

No further instructions were needed beyond this point.

He started thrusting and pounding into your cunt while growling, even biting your neck and shoulders as he did so. He could feel how much faster and stronger his super form was now.

And so could you, and God was it amazing.

"OHH~! FASTER SHADS~! OH FUCK, FUUUCK~!!" You hugged him and clawed at his back, the pleasure was so overwhelming in the best way possible.

After a few more thrusts, he spilled his seed into your pussy, and you came not long after that.

"I'm surprised you're okay. I...think I may have gone a bit overboard.." he pointed to his neck and make a circular motion with his finger, hinting at how much he bit your neck.

But you just smiled with hazy eyes. "Well, it felt great, Shads. I think we should do this more often~"

"Oh, we aren't done quite yet, I'm afraid." He chuckled.

"...eh?"

"I've got lots of energy still. Energy that I'll gladly spend on you~"

"...hehe, I'm in danger-" not that you were gonna complain!

Plz reblog if u could my pookies o(-( ))

[1tsstargaze59]

Here's a mini fic, ficlet??? my brain thought up at like 10 pm, but it was so fire, I felt the need to share and doodle for @eechytooru's Detective AU. Sorry, Eechy, I'll quit bothering you after this, I promise 😔 /silly

/CW : Suggestive (just a TEEEEENY bit lol)

Anxie's work day had ended, and she stood on the sidewalk in front of the police station, waiting for the bus. Taking public transportation allowed her to be more discreet about where exactly she recited; a part of her plan to stay undercover. It was a chilly fall evening, and she hadn't anticipated the winds to be so strong.

F-Fear?, she stuttered, turning to face him.

You should have dressed a little warmer today, Anxiety.

I can predict certain events, but I'm afraid I can't exactly control the weather, Detective, she explained, a little peeved, a little amused.

She tried taking off the scarf, but he simply snuggled it up to her neck some more.

Keep it; I insist. You'll give it back to me tomorrow morning.

Good evening, madam, he saluted and walked away.

That night, she slept very comfortably, determined to enjoy every last bit of him she could get before the betrayal. She knew this outcome was inevitable, but to her, it made his voice sound all the more dreamy; it made his gaze seem all the more loving and it made his scent smell all the more sweet.

The next morning, Fear was about to walk into the office when :

Heyyyy! Detectiiiive!

It was Anxie, dressed much warmer then yesterday. She ran up the stairs to catch up with him and she held up his scarf to place it over his head.

Thank you for letting me borrow your scarf last night, she said.

There's no need for you to thank m–

Before he could finish his sentence, however, she tugged on the ends of his scarf to pull his left ear down to her lips.

Maybe next time you should take me home with you; I am quite certain that I'd be much warmer there, she whispered.

Slowly, she let go of him and walked into the building, leaving behind a baffled and flustered Fear. He turned around and scoffed down a laugh, easily seduced.

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THE SCARF THING IS THEIR THING PERIOD. Ahem- sorry XD

These two have truly infested my brain like two little parasites- might have to get that checked 🤔 /j But! I think this has gotten them out of my system!!! ^^ (for now~☆)