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anachronistic-falsehood · 5 months

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saintsofchaos reblogged el-presidente 🔁

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MAKING A TEA FARM FOR MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND <3

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She’s on a different team Tina 0_0

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mad bc you’re single huh bad??? how’s it going with forever

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I’m blocking you

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JUST HAD SEX WITH MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE LIKE THREE TIMES IN THE PUBLIC POOL AT GLOBAL <3 LOVE IS REAL

#i’m unblocking him #i feel like i just saw god

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im literlally fucking crying and sbhakding what did he meanb by this

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ola queridinho ;)

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GO AWAYYYYYYY

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HE'S LITERALLY NUERODIVERGENT AND A MINOR

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YOURE BREKAING HIS BOUNDARIES YOURE BREAKING HIS BOUNDARIES YOURE ON HIS DNI LIST

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@/saintsofchaos GET HIS ASS

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@/carnivoreanimal Cellbit you wanna 1v1 me at blue's base if you're not too scared??? OwO

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i'm going to eat pac's other leg

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saudades de meu esposo :(

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TE AMO GATINHO 💖💖💖💖💖

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it's important to me that you all know cellbit is kicking his feet and giggling and twirling his hair reading this over and over btw

#gay people real!!!! #this is the man y’all are afraid of??? he’s literally a cat in human form

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is this what having a stroke feels like

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STROKIN DEEZ BOLAS HA GOTTEM

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i miss tina :((((

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I MISS YOU TOO WHERE ARE YOU I'M BRINGING YOU FOOD

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YOU ARE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE I'M AT GLOBAL 🥰🥰🥰

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I'M ON MY WAY RIGHT NOWWWWWWWWW

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Do you need an escort to get you there Tina?? 0_0

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GET A JOB!!!!! STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!!!!

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I'm just trying to be helpful -_-

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YOU'RE NOT KILLING HER ON MY WATCH

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this fucking sucks. they couldn't let me have my kid on the island, they couldn't let me have morning crew in purgatory. this is hell this is actual hell i can't even have pac because his team made him kill me. this fucking hurts fuck this gay earth

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king i hate to tell you this but you posted this on your main insted of your secret side vent blog that no one but me and phil have ever been able to find 👍 thuoght i should let yuo know

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IF YOU NOTICED THEN WHY DID YOU FUCKING REBLOG IT INSTEAD OF MESSAGING ME

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WHY ARE YOU STILL REBLOGGING IT INSTEAD OF DELETING IT KING

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fit are you okay??? i'm sorry i was telling them not to kill you :( do you want to meet up and talk???

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I'M DEACTIVATING

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IT'S SO JOEVER 💀

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wally-darling-hyperfixation · 1 year

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I was wondering about this idea for a while, but what about Wally with a parent reader? As in, the reader is parent of a kid watching the show, and Wally can see the room that the viewers are watching from. Wally notices the reader in the background and becomes interested in them. Idk I just thought it was an interesting idea. OwO

Yes. I’ll definitely will do this for one of my favorite authors on here . Art by @winslowsfaust I believe. I found their art on here so of course Like clown said. If you like a picture make sure to give credit

The Show Must Go on Darling: Wally x Parent g/n Reader

Today was a showing of your kid, Zoey’s favorite show Welcome Home. You always saw how she loved it at home so you worked double shifts to save up extra money to take her. She was all smiles and giggles and you enter the studio. You are a single parent and life can be hard but you love your little angel so much you’d do anything to make her smile. You and her sit together in the audience area , separate from the stage by a wall and window to show the show but also make sure the kids don’t run up and mess up the puppets. You look around. And it seems you are the only adult here with your child except from security. They must be regulars and their parents trust the studio enough to leave them here alone. The opening them song plays and a card board welcome home comes down from ceiling and rolls back up and the lights turn on , on the other side of the wall and a puppet with blue hair says , “Welcome neighbor, how are you today?” The kids say how they are including your angel and you smile fixing her hair. You are very surprised at how well the puppets are moving like they are alive ,which they are but the audience doesn’t know. Since the kids started squishing your daughter Zoey you put her on your lap and watch the episode they are recording.

Wally smiles at the kids and starts todays episode asking his question . But this time he is a bit shocked when he asks. There is an adult in the audience. Usually it’s only children sitting and watching them do their bits and such. He just couldn’t stop his eyes from always going back to them. They seem to have a kid they deeply cared for which says something because all the other kids parents ditch them here. As todays problem of accidentally messing up Howdy’s shop today with Julie happened. He was always looking at the audience the whole time. While he and Julie hide away from howdy. While Poppy gets onto them for it and saying they have to do the right thing. To them going to Howdy and saying they are sorry and will clean everything up. To howdy giving them both a hug and then brooms and a mop. To the store being cleaned and it late in the evening as Julie and Wally separate and Wally heads to home. Wally says “Well thank you neighbor for helping out today. We sure made a mess. I hope to see you again …. Really soon.” Wally smiles wide and waves heading back into Home and the lights go off and all the kids cheer.

You smile as Zoey laughs and smiles on your lap happily . “Well sweetheart, I hope you had a lovely day. I know how much you love this show and I just wanted to show you I love you,” you say and give her forehead a kiss. She jumps off your lap and reaches for you hand and y’all head to the exit. Suddenly a man ran up to you panting yelling wait. You turn around and stopped worried about the man and wait cause you felt bad. “ I’m Ronald Dorelaine, creator of welcome home and the neighborhood. One of our staff members would like to offer you life time passes for the show,” he says talking in breathes from running so fast. You gasp and shake your head, “oh no we couldn’t take that. We know how expensive it is to make the show and don’t want to take money and time out of your budget.” You smile and shake your head , not knowing a puppet was watching through the window glaring at Ronald. “No I insist you have it. Our main star wants y’all to come back more. We appreciate you watching the show and hope to see you again,” he said swearing either from running or nervous and gives y’all two passes then runs away. Little Zoey squeals and hugs hers. “(P/n) (that means parent name) we can come back whenever a new taping is. Oh can we please,” Zoey says practically giving puppy dog eyes. You sigh and nod. “I’ll make sure to take days off on the day of the shows for you Zoey,” you say and she squeals grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the studio. Not knowing a puppet was very happy and whispering, “ See you again, neighbor.”

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I hope you like it. I had fun writing it!!!!!

#wally darling x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home #welcome home fandom #welcome home x y/n #welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #wally x y/n #wally darling #wally darling x you #wally darling x self insert #i love wally #wally x reader #wally darling x y/n

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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"Do you require assistance?" Phantom perked up at the mans voice. Red Robin was the guy multiple ghosts had recommended to him even though he was still alive. Okay, so they kinda did it in a half joking manner, but Phantom was desperate!

The nine year old came out from the shadows and could immediately feel the man in front of him cataloging everything about his appearance. Wierd. But he had dealt with Weirder. Besides, he was glowing, so he guessed the human had a right to be curious. "I heard you were really good with machines."

Red Robin looked somewhat tense, like he was ready to fight if need be. Why does everyone wanna fight him? He's nine!

Phantom quickly brought out a little silver sphere with an OwO face from his bag and quickly began speaking, "This is my friend Livvi, she started acting wierd a while back and I haven't been able to fix her."

To his credit, Red didn't attack him. He just looked gobsmacked. "You came out to Gotham, in the middle of the night and tracked down a vigilante to ask for tech support?"

"Livvi is different!" He fumed, "She's my friend!"

A sigh escaped from the mans lips and Phantom looked up to see him pinching the bridge of his nose, "Okay, you're probably not going to go away until I fix her. Just promise me you'll try to be safer."

Phantom hummed as if contemplating, "I'll try."

With that, the vigilante took Livvi from him and began working on her from the blanket Phantom had laid out. Red Robin began to look more and more curious about Livvi as he worked on her. He even took out one of Livvis ectoplasm powerbanks to examine it more thoroughly. "Can you explain to me what problems she's been having?"

The kid bit his lower lip, clearly worried about the little robot, "Shes having trouble maintaining flight and producing shields. Her speech sometimes comes out glitch or warped despite me not finding anything wrong with her voice box or programming. A few times she's just turned off mid flight and dropped."

The man looked thoughtful for a few seconds before asking, "Have you ever heard of the Lazarus Pit?"

"I've heard of Lazarus, but I don't know what it is. I've only ever heard of it in passing. Why?" The ghost was genuinely confused by the change in topic

"Can I text a friend about this?"

"I don't see why not. The more help Livvi gets the faster she'll get better right?" The bird wasted no time activating his coms and whispering into it telling some unknown people about "an unknown glowing meta child with futuristic tech that runs on Lazarus water"

Within the next ten minutes a guy dressed as a bat landed on the rooftop alongside a boy around his age dressed like a trafic light and scowling as if he had just been told that he was grounded from ever having ice cream again. The big goth dude introduced himself as batman and offered him a lollipop. "I'm not supposed to take candy from strangers." Phantom said seriously, "Unless its Halloween."

Batman...well he didn't smile exactly but he didn't seem angry. "Do you know where you're parents are?"

"No. But thats okay. They don't like me."

Batman maintained a cool pokerface, "why don't they like you?"

"I don't remember. I think I knew when I was older-"

"Older?" The other boy interrupted, "Is this not your true age?"

Phantom pouted at him, any hopes he had of making a friend he didn't construct himself were flung out the window, "Yeah, but I don't remember it. Appearently I ate a time god and lost six-ish years from absorbing his powers."

There was a beat silence, then: "You ate a time god?!" Red Robin looked horrifed

"In my defense, I have no memory of what was happening at the time. All I know is that the place i used to live is in ruins and I'm dead."

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #batpham #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #robin #damian wayne #tim drake #red robin #bruce wayne #danny literally made a friend huh #damian is mad he had to cut patrol short to deal with this #long post #danny ate clockwork and gained his powers #why?#you decide #i like the theory that clockwork was evil this whole time and danny would never escape clockwork #unless he ate or absorbed him cause if he didnt than clocky would just respawn after a bit #so munch munch #bruce: hes glowing but i still must adopt #danny: you realize im dead right?#batman and his birds: wat #danny: im from an elderich undead horror dimension owo #dannys old rouges saw him as a kid and thought they could beat him up while hes small and weak #only to find out little baby danny does not have morals exe properly installed #they got shredded #tw: cannibalism #tw: murder

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thedemonscrawler · 30 days

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A lil' oneshot for @bloo-the-dragon of a branch of their mer AU cos we kept talking about it in Discord and then I got brainworms OwO

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When Eclipse wakes up, Ruin isn't on the bed.

That was… unusual, but not overly alarming. Even though Eclipse's ‘just this once’ had extended by nearly two months now, with the slender mer curling up in a nest made of stolen blankets or wriggling under the sheets almost every night, there was still the occasional exception. His current favorite jacket, claimed just before laundry day and which wouldn't be surrendered until the next laundry day, is also missing, which soothes Eclipse’s mild anxiety further. Clearly Ruin had decided to move to a different sleeping spot during the night, that was all.

Eclipse stretches, feeling cables pull and worn joints scrub, before he leans over to look off the other side of the bed. No sleeping fish here, just a pillow that had gotten knocked to the floor. The door to the closet is wide open, which leaves either the couch or the tub as options.

He hopes it's the couch this time. He's getting really tired of hanging soggy sheets out to dry.

“Rue? You get overheated or something?” Eclipse listens, a faint frown pulling at his mouth when he doesn't hear anything. No scratch of scales against the tub, nor any sleepy chirps. Standing, he heads to the bathroom, poking his head inside.

The shower curtain is pulled back, revealing the tub to be as empty of mers as the bed. There aren't even any puddles on the floor to suggest Ruin might have been here earlier, only to move when it got closer to morning.

Faint unease coils in his chest, but Eclipse tamps down on it, turning towards the living room instead. Things were fine, there was no need to panic. Maybe the fish was feeling sick or something, and that was why he was hiding.

“Ruin?” His boots thud against the worn hardwood floor. From this angle he can't see the couch, nor if anyone is on it. He crosses the threshold of the bedroom–

– and stumbles as his foot comes down on a swaying deck.

Automatically his optics adjust to the change in light levels, from a darkened room to mid-morning sun, with the added bonus of glare thrown back back by cresting waves. There’s activity around him, men with heavy coats and heavier beards lugging coils of rope and net to the ship’s edge, checking that the hauling chains were in good order. Gulls call to one another in their shrill voices, the background soundtrack for most of his life.

He was… back on the ship?

Eclipse’s ventilations hitch, and he immediately turns on his heel. He shouldn’t be on the ship, he’d left it (brilliant red flames leaping into a sky filled with smoke, the distant sound of sirens) but through the door is nothing but his pitiful little closet, too small to even be called a room.

“Well there you are!” The harsh voice pulls him out of his stupor, and he looks over to see the captain glaring at him. “Come on, Sleeping Beauty, get your tools and go check out the No. 2 winch.”

“No, I…” His head feels like it’s full of fog, smothering his thoughts under a blanket of panic, but he manages to force words through the static haze. “Wasn’t I guarding the mer?”

“Hm?”

Eclipse shakes his head, fixing the captain with his best level look and trying to keep the distress out of his voice. “The– the mer that we picked up, the one that was all– all mangled. I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on h– it?”

And the captain tilts his head in that way, scorn and impatience under heavy brows, and it sparks a nervousness in Eclipse that he hasn’t felt since he was a boot just learning what his new life would be. The device at the base of his neck weighs heavily with malicious potential.

“You flush your memory after breakfast or something?” The captain snorts, gesturing towards the stern. “We offloaded it this morning! Nearly wasn’t worth the effort of keepin’ it fed on the way back– I would have made twice as much if we’d just gone ahead and skinned it for a pair of boots!”

Offloaded…?

Eclipse isn’t listening anymore. He pushes past the human and rushes to the stern of the ship, catching himself against the railing.

Just on the horizon is a grey smudge, and something in Eclipse twists with despair when he realizes how far they are from shore. Any wild ideas about jumping ship are immediately dashed; he can’t swim, and trying to grab one of the life rafts would get him shut down before he even got it inflated.

Something rises in his throat, bitterly cold and covered in sharp edges, but it’s only when the half-static sound falls from his mouth that he recognizes the feeble cheep for what it is.

A call for help, or to locate companions.

(Where are you?)

His ventilations hitch again. It feels like his chest is crumpling in, like some uncaring god has reached out and started wadding him up like aluminium foil. He can hear the men moving around the ship, low conversation and boisterous laughter and nothing connected to him. Eclipse was a toy, a machine: on the records as barely sentient, the mockery of life constructed from metal. Of no use and no importance to anyone.

Except, maybe, a mangled little mer, who had met his assigned vigil with tolerance and curiosity. Who hadn’t yelled at him, hadn’t dismissed him as a thing just because he was made of metal and there was a hole where his past should be.

Who had heard Eclipse, and called back.

Another cheep rises in his throat.

(Where are you?)

“Hey! Shut up and get back to your station!”

The railing creaks under his grip, metal fingers leaving shallow dents in the aluminium. Conditioning has his voice faltering for a second, the habit of just enough obedience to buy him another day– but the despair is stronger. The longing is stronger.

Eclipse slams his volume to max and shrieks.

(Please, answer me.)

The echoes fade, shrill sound thrown back by countless cresting waves. Land was so, so far away, but surely something would make it the vast distance, and all he had to do was listen. Past the calls of gulls circling the ship, the slap of water against the hull, the complaints of the men behind him.

Listening for the faintest hint of a response. A whisper, a breath.

Anything to let him know he’d been heard, for once.

“I said knock that crap off!”

Heavy boots against the deck, jingling buckles and the snarl of promised punishment. Eclipse turns just in time to catch the blur of metal before something impacts his face.

Everything goes dark.

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When Eclipse wakes up, it takes his panic-addled mind several seconds to recognize his surroundings.

The soft surface under his cheek and clenched hands is a blanket, a bed, and when he sits up he can feel the gentle tug and sway of a charging cable. Shadows gradually resolve themselves into doorways and furniture, a pile of clothes on top of a shabby dresser, his boots by the door. His roaring fans are loud in the darkness of so-late-it’s-early-morning, yet he can’t seem to get them to quiet.

Something gently touches his arm.

Still on edge, Eclipse can’t help flinching away from the contact, head whipping around to stare down at the culprit. The mer stares back up at him with wide, mismatched eyes, looking nearly as alarmed as Eclipse himself.

“Eclipse…? Are you alright?”

The British accent is still jarring to hear, even now– some hysterical part of him wants to laugh, or snap at the mer in misplaced irritation. The rest of him is struggling to form words, to figure out how to dismiss this or reassure the mer or just get him to forget about it. Everything feels brittle, like the soft blankets draped over his legs will shatter if he moves, but surely he can get himself back under control.

He can’t do it. The words won’t come. Expression crumpling in misery, he stops trying to swallow back the lump in his throat and cheeps.

(Where are you?)

And Ruin blinks, ragged frills flaring out like the rays of a tattered sun, and chirps back.

(I’m here.)

The pitch is a little flat, with a layer of complexity his own chirps lack. It still hits that hollow place inside him, covering near-constant anxiety with a soft blanket of reassurance, a cool hand on a feverish forehead. The rest of his self control breaks and Eclipse buries his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with sobs that are equal parts relief and fading fear, interspersed with pitiful cheeps.

Ruin chirps back every time. A constant stream of reassurance, an unignorable reminder that there was someone here, that they hadn’t left. That he wasn’t alone.

(I’m here. You’re safe. We’re together.)

Eventually the sobbing trails off, then stops. Eclipse spares a moment to be glad that he’s not organic, otherwise his hands and face would probably be covered in tears and snot and it would just be even more embarrassing. It’s bad enough he just broke down over a stupid nightmare, of all things. Huffing through his vents, Eclipse finally drops his hands from his face, and finds that Ruin has built a nest around him.

That’s what it looks like, anyway. The blankets have been arranged so that they more or less encircle him, with Ruin’s current favorite jacket tucked in closest to his body. The mer himself forms the outermost layer of the nest: head pillowed on his arms, body curled in such a way that his crooked tail goes all the way around behind Eclipse and comes back to nearly touch his cap thing.

“Thanks…” The gratitude just slips from him, rough and scraping like gravel. He doesn’t even know if a ‘thank you’ is the appropriate response to this kind of thing.

With how Ruin’s eyes light up, the barely visible patting of his hands against the sheets, he can guess that the mer is probably fine with it. “You’re welcome! I hoped– are you feeling better?”

He can’t help the bitter laugh, looking down at the hands that sit limply in his lap. Scratched, dented, scuffed: the marks of a life spent clawing for anything he could hold on to, and having it ripped away anyway. “Yeah… I guess? I’m not– …yeah. I’m fine.”

Out of the corner of his eye he can just barely see how Ruin’s head tilts. His voice is soft, hesitant. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Well, there was no sense in hiding it, was there? Ruin could sometimes lack what Eclipse considered common sense, or made some bizarre leaps of logic– but it didn’t take a genius to figure out why Eclipse might have gone from peaceful slumber to outright sobbing.

“Just… stupid stuff. Like being back on the boat, working for that asshole again. We were already pretty far out at sea– and it’s dumb, right? That hasn’t been my life for months now, and I made sure that it wouldn’t be ever again.”

Soft tugs on the blanket, a pair of webbed hands slowly inching their way across his legs. It’s easier to watch their progress towards his own hands than it is to look Ruin in the face and see those big, gentle eyes. Eclipse takes a deep breath, trying to keep his voice flippant and steady.

“We were out at sea, and– and I guess I chickened out or something because you weren’t… there. I’d left you in that cage on shore.” The lump is back in his throat, scraping the edges off of his words so that they emerge laced in static, barely more than a whisper. “I tried to call out, but we were too far away, I think. You didn’t answer.”

“Oh. I see.” Soft, organic fingers close over his own, covering the scratched metal with cerulean blue and buttery gold. It always took him by surprise that Ruin’s hands were so warm; all of an animatronic’s warmth was centered in their chest, with the extremities left to range from ‘room temperature’ to ‘christ that’s cold!’. The tail behind him shifts as the coil of Ruin’s body gets a little smaller, the mer doing his best to scootch closer while refusing to let go of Eclipse’s hands.

“I understand. Believe me, I do understand,” he says quietly. There is a deep sorrow behind the words, scars matching the ones that cover Ruin’s body from top to tailtip. The marks of a life spent clawing for anything to hold on to. “However…”

Organic fingers tighten their grip, a reassuringly solid presence. The mer flattens himself against the bed, trying to catch Eclipse’s downcast eyes, and he offers a small smile when the animatronic finally relents.

“However, I am here. You are here.” His smile widens, showing razor sharp teeth, and he makes a musical, trilling sound that Eclipse has no hope of reproducing. It’s soothing, a sound that doesn’t pull at his programming like the chirps do, but it makes him feel better in a way that he can’t quite nail down. He’s hearing it because Ruin is here, because they’re both here.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right, bud.” Eclipse tries a small smile himself, though he knows it's still pretty wobbly on the edges. The tattered remains of the nightmare cling to him like cobwebs, but Ruin is still holding his hands, and it’s surprisingly easy to focus on that warmth instead.

This hasn’t been taken away from him. Ruin won’t suddenly disappear into the morning mist. Eclipse has his own home and a companion that wants to be here, and stupid nightmares can’t change that.

“Come on, we might as well get up now and start the day early.” The small grin gets wider when Ruin whines dramatically, flopping over onto his side and covering his face with his tail in protest. He knows that it’s all for show, and he reaches over to pat what he can see of Ruin’s head, his other hand unplugging the charger. “I’ll make you some waffles, how’s that?”

“...fish waffles?”

“Yeah, I’ll cut ‘em into fish shapes, too.”

#fanfic #fnaf mermaid au #fnaf security breach #tsams #the sun and moon show #I MEAN TECHNICALLY BUT #tsams eclipse #tsams ruin #aaaaa bloooo your fish got into my head

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 1 year

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Hola~ (owo)/ may i ask for hcs of Idia, Ruggie, Jade, Lilia and Jack napping and their shy s/o sees them and takes a chance to kiss them then left without knowing they were awake. Thanks~

Idia Shroud:

It’s hard for him to hide his reaction as he’s flustered by all sorts of affection and the fact you kissed him so lovingly while you thought he slumbered made him feel some type of way. When his face starts to change color you realized he was awake and squeak out an apology, to which Idia stuttered out his own confusing statement that made no sense. You couldn’t tell if he was upset with you or not but you got nothing out of him after that, and from the way he was hiding under his covers, you suspected you’d have to wait a little longer to get any sort of explanation.

Jack Howl:

Jack gives himself away immediately as his ears flattened against his head and his eyes pop open just after you leaned down to kiss him, looking at you with a clearly embarrassed expression. He still seemed so alarmed when you were the first to offer up affection, not really minding that he had to initiate for the most part as you proved to him in many other ways that you cared deeply for him. But now that you were starting to make your own moves, and in such a cute way, he didn’t know if his heart would be able to take it.

Jade Leech:

Jade considered his options, wondering if it would be more interesting to pretend to sleep (to see what you might do) or to show he was awake (so he could see the cute expression on your face). He decided to let you have your way for the moment but pops up right before you leave, acting surprised to see you though you can detect a slyness in his tone. The minute he made a compliment about his lips tingling you knew you were caught, Jade getting to relish in your combined expression of embarrassment and realization.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia is a rather light sleeper and he could sense you were in the room at once, but he chose to stay still as he could to keep you under the illusion that he was sleeping. You should’ve suspected your mischievous lover would pull the wool over your eyes when you least expected it, surprised from the sudden tug on your arm just as you went to tuck him in properly. His eyes popped open in an almost comical fashion and you’re met with a pretty fanged smile before he pulled you down with him, covering your face in kisses of gratitude.

Ruggie Bucchi:

You could see the way Ruggie’s ears twitched and hesitated to put the blanket on him, watching as they relaxed once more before making your move. Ruggie had been awake from the moment you were outside his door, he could never quite turn off his survival instincts (nor did he want to), but it made him extra sensitive to his surroundings. He tried not to give himself away too obviously as he knew you had no ill intentions but there was something about your loving actions that made him want to reach out and hold you hostage in his company for a bit longer (and that’s what he did, after giving you ample time to escape).

#Disney TWST #Disney Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Idia Shroud #idia shroud x reader #Jack howl x reader #jack howl #jade leech #jade leech x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Wally Darling with a Villain Reader (part 2)

I saw some people request this so here you go! OwO

TW: Kidnapping, Possessive and Obsessive Behavior, Unwanted Hugs/Cuddles

🍎 You have been sitting in the basement for a long time, now. Well, at least you THINK it has been a long time. It is pitch black, besides the candles, which only light a small portion of the basement. Wally said that, for whatever reason, electricity doesn't work in Home's basement. He also said that, since the candles use flames, it would warm you up more than electric lights, anyways.

🍎 Either way, it is dreadfully cold. You are wrapped up in a million blankets, with pillows surrounding you to work as a mattress or sorts, yet you are still cold and uncomfortable. Is this your punishment for annoying people? You really don't know. Wally hasn't explained anything to you, yet.

🍎 Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. Look who's walking down the stairs to see you! It's Wally Darling, the star of the show! You don't even try to run anymore, because he always closes the basement door too quickly to give you a chance. Once that door closes, it is always pitch black, again. Not only that, but you are also pretty sure Home is working alongside him. Once, when you said something bad about Wally keeping you locked up, a pipe above you began leaking in response, some weird, black substance staining your blanket.

🍎 Wally walks over you, with you only being able to see him again once he is right in front of you. His grin is as merry as ever and his eyes still holding that unnerving look as when he first brought you here. He pulls up a pillow, sitting cross legged on it as he speaks, his voice holding his signature monotone "Isn't this so fun? I get to see you everyday, you get to sit back and relax in here. I also get to watch how our neighbors are reacting to you disappearing! How exciting!"

🍎"Wally... this isn't fun. Please, let me go! I don't know what I did to make you so upset, but-!" He shushes you, placing a finger to your lips to keep you quiet. "You did... nothing. Nothing to upset me." You can tell it's a lie everytime he says it. His smile always grows a bit darker when he does, almost like he is straining to keep it together. However, he then pulls away, continuing "Why is it fun when you whisk me away, but not the other way around? That doesn't sound very fair, neighbor. I am having fun. Home is having fun, too! Are you still cold? Do you need more blankets?"

🍎 You don't answer his question, instead asking "Is... is anybody even looking for me? Do they care?" He pauses, seemingly thinking. He then shakes his head "No. I don't think they are... Let me tell you a secret, little villain." He crawls over, grabbing a hold of your upper arms, saying "Don't let Home know this, okay?" You weakly nod, at this point just wanting him to get away from you as soon as possible. You aren't going to lie... As much as you like to seem brave, Wally looks a bit frightening in the glow of candle lights.

🍎 He leans close to your ear, whispering "I don't think our neighbors have even noticed you are gone, yet... it is kind of like... you never existed." Your heart sinks. You watch as he pulls away, still holding your arms as he says "I'll be here, though! We can play games. I can show you how to draw. I can give you some paper to write on. The others don't matter, right? You'll be safe and happy here, I promise. A good neighbor never breaks a promise. Pinky swear!" He grabs your hand, linking your pinky to his in a forced promise. "I can even keep you warm and safe, here. If the blankets don't work, I'll come down every hour to give you a long, warm hug!"

🍎 As if to demonstrate, he wraps his arm around you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. To be fair, he is surprisingly warm, but it is still extremely uncomfortable. You have made it very clear to him, numerous times, that you like to have personal space. Usually whenever you took him to the forest, you just grabbed his hand and dragged him there, then sat next to him on a log with a foot between you two. Meanwhile, he grabbed you from behind like some horror movie villain, dragged you into his basement, and now won't stop finding excuses to hug you close.

🍎"Get off of me... I'll be fine on my own. These blankets are cozy enough." They really aren't. You just want him off of you. "Nope! You are my captive, now! You gotta do as I say, and I want hugs! Just a few more minutes." Your eyes widen. That is a very... uncharacteristic thing for Wally to say. Then again, he has been acting strange ever since he took you here... but he usually still listens to you when you say to let go.

🍎 You get an explanation once he says "I love playing villain! I can see why you like it, now. You get to be mean and not listen to people. While you like to break things, say mean things, and trip people... I like to keep you here and cuddle you for as long as I want! After all, from how you spoke to me during the times you took me away, you seem like you really need them. If you won't accept them or ask for them yourself, I'm going to make you. Nobody else is willing to give you them, after all, because you are MY villain."

🍎 He finally pulls away, causing you to instinctively scoot away from him. "You are crazy. Like... There is something WRONG with you. Why won't you just let me go home? Even if people do start looking for me, nobody is going to even THINK to look inside your house! Much less your basement, which people don't know about! What even is this place? It's so dark. It seems to go on forever..."

🍎 Wally lets out a small "humph" noise, tilting his head "That's just another little insult, isn't it? Kind of like you saying my paintings look bad. I'm not crazy! If I am, I'm crazy for you! I don't seem to act like this around anyone else and you won't leave my head. As for this place... I honestly don't know. It came with Home. I haven't seen all of it." There is a muffled knock from upstairs, followed by an equally muffled "Wally! I gotta delivery for ya!"

🍎"Oh! My paints must have arrived! I'm working on a gift for you! How about you just get some sleep, okay? Oh, and don't try screaming. I've found that nobody can hear anything from down here, for some reason... I really picked the jackpot with this hiding place!" He then hurries upstairs, leaving you in the darkness, once again.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader

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ya-zz · 2 months

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I present to you an idea:

Reader is pregnant when she met Ramattra. Their relationship develops quickly, and reader allows ram hold her new born. I wonder what kind of thoughts would he have then.

Or later on, child calls ram dada and he is so shocked he shuts down for a sec lmao

I just carve some fluff after I saw those posts about ram and children owo

Turned this one into a lil fic~

Ramattra x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1772

Three months into your pregnancy you parted ways with your partner. From finding out he was sexting multiple other women to actually sleeping with them, you finally had enough. You threw him out, bags and all. Despite the growing bump, you still had enough fight in you to kick the bastard where it counted before slamming the door shut in his face.

You had no time to be focussing on finding a new partner, whatever happens, happens. Just focus on working the final few months before you had to leave and steady your life after the scars the ungrateful bastard had left you. You had more concerning things to worry about and the health of your unborn baby was one of them.

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Coming home from work late one evening meant you had to walk the rest of the way home. A strenuous half hour, which in hindsight, wouldn’t have been that bad, but nearing labour, it was anything but easy. Eight months ago this would’ve taken you less time than waiting for a train, but the growing stress on your body was making everything ten times more difficult. All you could do was hope that you could walk home in one piece.

And if matters couldn’t get anymore dire, it started to rain. You sought shelter under a store front, the lights inside behind you were still on, so they were still open. Leaning back against the window, you breathe heavily as a hand rubs over the swollen stomach. Everything hurts and your back was close to giving out from the stress it was under carrying such a heavy weight.

You were too focussed on relieving the pain in your back that you didn’t hear the store doors open and someone approaching you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice robotic and low. There was a hint of concern in his voice as his head tilts to the side. When he sees you jump a little, clearly startled by his presence, he holds both hands up defensively. “I am sorry for startling you.”

“Oh! No, no. You’re okay.” Despite the pain you were feeling, you smile through it. Looking up at him, the omnic looks a little threatening, but the cocking of his head calms those nerves slightly.

“You are not, it seems?” He approaches cautiously. His optics scan you, seeing the pain within your body. He peers down towards your stomach.

You follow his gaze before letting out an amused chuckle. “Eight months.”

“I see.” It seems like he wants to ask something else.

The silence grows a little awkward.

“Ramattra.” He finally speaks. “The name is Ramattra.”

You find the awkwardness in his tone amusing as you smile up at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Ramattra.” Your hand rolls over your stomach, soothing the pain from the kicking inside. “I’m [y/n].”

Ramattra nods his head, repeating your name. The way it sounds coming from his vocaliser soothes you, a warm feeling settling in your chest.

The rain doesn’t seem to let up as the pair of you stay under the shelter. Ramattra looks up at the night sky, holding his hand out to the rain, watching it as it pitter patters against the rubber pads. As he pulls his hand back, he notices the shiver taking over your body.

The omnic hesitates before removing his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. When he’s met with a satisfied sigh and a thank you coming from your lips, he nods his head. “Of course.” He simply replies.

You had that intuition, a familiar feeling when you knew someone was friendly; he was good.

It took a little of internal encouragement, but you bit back and spoke aloud. “Could I trouble you to walk with me? They say to not let a pregnant lady be alone.”

Ramattra glances over at you and nods his head. “I will keep you safe, do not fret.”

Your cheeks warm up as you smile subtly at him before gesturing him to walk by your side. He does so without thinking twice and the both of you walk back to your apartment.

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The final month of your pregnancy was anything but pain free, but with Ramattra by your side throughout it all, he made things a hell of a lot easier for you.

He would help you out even when you didn’t ask for it. The omnic would stop by each day that he could, lending a helpful hand wherever possible. Cleaning the apartment, picking up the laundry and making sure everything was washed and dried for you. He even offered to go shopping for you so you didn’t have to walk that distance to and from.

You appreciated everything that he did for you. That feeling you had last month was right. Ramattra was good.

Whether it was out of pity or just something within his programming, Ramattra couldn’t stop himself. He had this need to help you. He wanted to help you, not because you were helpless, not because you couldn’t fight back, but because he felt something for you.

Love wasn’t exactly hardwired into his systems, it was a new feeling for him and for possibly every omnic he had ever met. Love was… unique.

He didn’t mind doing all these mundane, human tasks in the slightest. It helped him just as much as it helped you. Ramattra wanted to be there with you no matter how difficult it got. So, when you woke up from a nap in excruciating pain, calling out to the omnic to help you stand, he drops what he was doing and rushes over.

Upon standing, a rush of fluids roll down your legs. You stare up at him with slight embarrassment and then shock, hands gripping onto his metal forearms for balance.

“We need to get to the hospital. Now.”

His optics lock with your eyes before he nods. He grabs the bag that you had set aside for this specific time before coming back over. His hand holds yours as the other is placed on your lower back. Ramattra is quick to usher you out of the apartment and call a taxi.

He talks you through everything. “Breathe, hold my hand.” It’s all new to him and it’s terrifying. He wasn’t exactly prepared for this, he has no idea what he was doing but hopes that his words will help you.

From there on, it was nothing but reassuring gestures. His systems were warm, something new flitting through his wires. His hand never once left yours, gently squeezing against your harsher ones.

The omnics other hand would wipe away the sweat from your forehead, wanting to soothe what discomfort he could despite the pain you were in. He was gentle with you, always had been and that settled any and all doubts.

Ramattra stood with you through it all. It was a painful and intense few hours of labour but when you finally held your little boy that was bundled up in a blanket, everything finally slotted into place.

“He has his mothers eyes.” He says softly, hand stroking the back of your head.

You smile up at him, face flushed as you grab his other hand, placing it over the bundle in your arms. “Thank you. For everything.”

He shakes his head but he feels warm inside. “I told you. I would keep you safe.”

Your chest shakes as you laugh. “For two months? You’re the kindest omnic I have met… You have helped me so much. I owe you-”

“You owe me nothing.” He states, thumb rubbing the back of your head. “It was the least I could do.”

Ramattra watches you, the way your cradling your newborn, the soft look on your face and the subtle tears in your eyes. That feeling he felt? The warmth inside of him, he realises what it was. Love. Adoration.

Ramattra adores you.

He’s soon snapped out of those thoughts when you offer for him to hold your baby. He doesn't process it at first but the moment this child is within his arms, he feels his heart ache. His systems work overtime to keep him from overheating, to keep everything in check as he looks back at you.

“He needs a father. Someone like you.” You sheepishly say. “I know this entire relationship has been quick and I understand if you’re not ready for such a big commitment-”

“I want to do this.” His vocaliser lowers. “Let me protect you both.”

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BONUS:

It had been eleven months since you brought a new life into this world and Ramattra had never been happier. He was there every single step of the way, from making sure you had ample sleep which meant he would be there during the night to feed your boy, to making sure you were eating your meals.

It was hard, but Ramattra wouldn’t have it any other way. He made a promise when he first met you and that was to protect you. He wanted you to be happy, to be healthy. He needed you just as much as you needed him.

One day, whilst you were on the sofa several pages deep into a new book, Ramattra cradled the kid in his arms, trying to calm him down before his much needed sleep.

Little hands grabbed at his cables, saliva dripping down onto the metal frame of his collar as the baby suckled on a cable before releasing them with an audible pop. It brought a small laugh from you as you return to your book.

The silence was comforting before it was broken.

“Da-da.”

Your ears perk up, eyes losing the page as you stare up at your child with a shocked face. Ramattra, on the other hand, moves the child away from him, systems coming to a halt before resetting.

“Did- did he just call me dad?” Ramattra stutters.

“Da-da.” The playful smile on the child’s face was all the omnic needed before bringing the child back to his chest.

You smile up at him, moving closer to sit next to him as you brush the hair out of your child's eyes. “Seems like he’s taken a liking to you.”

Ramattra looks at you as his hand rubs up and down the kids back before holding him into place. The child finally relaxes against the metal chassis as Ramattra moves his other hand to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

He had never dreamt that his life would come to this. A partner and a father. He chuckles lightly at the thought. Perhaps humans aren’t all that bad.

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch 2 #overwatch2 #reader insert #yazzfics

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cripple-punk-dad · 22 days

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fuck small businesses and thrift stores that cram their locations so full of shit that they are fire hazard and are completely inaccessible. If you cannot fucking afford to make your store accessible, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE THE FUCKING STORE. I don't actually care any more. I don't fucking care. Call me bitter but I'm so fucking sick of small businesses hiding behind the "owo we're just scraping by :( we don't have enough money to add a teeny little ramp to our store because wood is too expensive and our store is too small and cramped for a wheelchair user anyways :( or we have two floors and more space than God but elevators are so spency :( and they really don't match the vintage/modern/art deco/whatever fucking aesthetic vibe we're going for. Also our store is listed as accessible because we have dim lights, but the lip of our door is almost 6 inches high and you won't know whether or not you can come in until you get here." Fuck off. You pay your employees minimum wage and blame it on bad business because you're just so small :( well guess what. If you can't afford to pay your employees properly, you don't deserve employees. "I'll shoplift at a department store but NEVER at a small business!" Cool. I will probably. Depending on the specific store and the circumstances. Literally the most inaccessible stores I have ever been in are small businesses in houses and/or strip malls. It's literally so easy to not have an inaccessible building. It's so easy.

#small businesses #disability #wheelchair user #mobility aids #disabled user #cpunk #wheelchairs

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Hello yuno! As vday is coming i have an idea or scenario if every heartsteel kayn were to receive handmade chocolates from his f-crush how would he react to it or feel or whichever way you would like owo!!! Feeling like the young kayn in high school moment ♡♡please take your time and its ok you dont have to rush it

✖ Valentine’s Confession Highschool Kayn ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.2k Words

✖ Tags: Mutual Pinning! Awkward young love.

✖ A/N: I wrote a mutual confession thing cause I thought it’ll be cute! I really put my whole IonianSunsussy into this please enjoy it. [Actually the idea of highschool sweethearts Kayn is also really cute. Like imagine the gap moe. He never talks about it and then during Paranoia’s debut he’s just like “ hey can I get an extra VIP ticket? My partner wants to watch.” and everyone is like ??????? and he’s like ??? “ Yeah I’ve been dating them since we were like 15. 6th year anniversary is this weekend.”]

✖ Wrote This Listening To: He just wants to be Somebody to You. I think the whole lone wolf that fell head over heels in love is cute for him hahahhaha

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Kayn isn’t sure if he should be laughing or crying. Here he is, standing outside your club room at what, 5pm in the evening? Guitar strapped behind his back and a little gift in his hands. Ok, so he had liked you for a while now, so what, nothing wrong with love. Love was badass. So he decided to do something about those irritating feelings and bought you chocolates. So what! So, he decided it was just not hardcore enough, and went to melt and make his own fucking valentine’s chocolates for you. So What!

Maybe he baked cookies too huh? Is that so bad! Is it so bad that he got Akali to lend him some fancy stationery to write you some shitty fucking love letter! Its hardcore, its over the top! It’s how The Shieda Kayn should confess. Nothing subpar, none of that weak, half-assed work. Only the best. You only deserve everything and then some. You deserve the handmade chocolates. You deserve the expensive store bought ones he got too. You deserve that nicely wrapped box with the fancy hand cut crinkle paper in the pretty gift bag. You deserve the handmade cookies that he painstakingly made in your favorite flavor, with the cute icing of Rhaast and the matching handmade sprinkles (that Zed so kindly helped him with). You deserve the effort he took, the countless nights of planning to write down a very well written rap (confessional love poem) for you. You deserve the scented paper (his cologne) and the cool stickers on the envelope (its holographic hearts).

You deserve someone better than him.

He winces as he accidentally bit his lip too hard. Suddenly brought back to the reality of how long he has spent standing by this door. Another click of his tongue, he continues irritatingly tapping his foot while he reconsiders all he’s about to do. Was it creepy? Waiting for you after club activities? What? People should call it romantic right? It…it Was romantic…right? Waiting an extra hour or two after his own extra classes for Your own club activities to finish? I mean, he worked hard growing the balls to ask you to wait for him after school. You said yes earlier too! This is not creepy, this is just him living up to promises he made with you. This is. Normal. Yeah. Totally normal. Romance will die when he lets it. Kayn swallows hard, hand gripping tighter to the ribbon handles of the beautiful gift bag he spent his allowance on. The contents on the bag feeling heavier and heavier by the minute.

Knocking the door with his other hand, Kayn slowly peers into the club room. Slowly opening the door, he enters silently. The sickly blinding white fluorescent room lights mixing with the oranges of the late afternoon sun streaming in from the open windows. Kayn looks around, catching sight of you standing by the closet in the corner of the room packing up whatever it was that you did after school.

" Hey. I’m here like I said." " Kayn!"

He watches as you jump, fumbling as you try to hide whatever it is that was in the closet. Raising an eyebrow, he stands there, giving you an awkward smile as his eyes narrow to discern just what it is you were hiding from him.

“ Oh? Oh~ What is that huh?”

Kayn teases you, hiding his own gift behind his back as he walks over, trying to peer in and see what you’re so desperately hiding from him. As you look back at him with feigned irritation on your face, some quick maneuvers later you managed to hide whatever it is on the shelf behind your back.

“ You first. What’s that huh?”

As you ask him the question, a slow red blush creeps up his cheeks. Slowly you lean over to him, trying to see what is it that he’s holding behind His back. It can’t be right. No way life would treat someone like him this well. No way, no way. You were too close way too close. He swallows hard, leaning back to try and hide what he can behind his guitar case while also leaning away from you. So close to him that he could feel not only your presence in his personal space but the delectable warmth radiating off your skin. As your eyes meet his with that mischievous glint, he freezes. Stunned by both your beauty and the sudden realization that he should get this done and over with before he backs out. A shakily smug smile creeps onto his face as he tries his best to tamp down his anxiety with his Kayn branded cockiness. Was this something everyone went through? Were first loves and confessions this bad for everybody? God, he could feel his palms sweating again. Kayn coughs lightly to clear his throat before proudly thrusting the fancy bag in your face.

“ I…worked really hard on a little something for you. I hope you like it.”

Barely audible, Kayn whispers as he looks away shy. Contrary to his earlier actions, he gently lowers his hands and places the gift into your embrace. His eyes dart around the room, not able to meet your gaze, Kayn seemingly shrinks away from you with the realization of his past few days worth of effort all hitting him at once. The Valentine’s day gift was literally out of his hands now. A breathy laugh escapes him before he finally finds the meager courage to look at you again. And of course, he was instantly awestruck. How could he not be with you. Looking back at him with that tender look, the way your own lips slowly curl into a smile, the sparkle in your eyes as you look from him to the gift in your hands back at him.

“ Kayn…”

” No. Don’t say anything, just…go read the thing when you’re home alone. I don’t wanna hear it! I’m going!”

As he turns to leave, you quickly grab his arm, pulling him back with a quick jerk. Eyes closed, you press your lips against his. Kayn’s own eyes go wide as he looks, unblinking, back at you in shock. He was now suddenly very, very aware of what it felt like when people talked about time feeling like it's stopping.

“ And this is for you.”

You quickly return a similarly lovingly wrapped box into his hands. Kayn frozen in place, his heart working in overdrive, thumping so loudly he was sure he would get a heart attack right here right now. His face such a bright red that the blush reaches up to his ears and also spread down his chest. You could see it peaking through his unbuttoned collar when your gaze trailed down. Before his brain could even begin to regain function you quickly wave to him, scrambling to pick up your bag you run off. Leaving Kayn flustered and alone in the empty classroom as the sun begins to set. You too had to leave his presence before the embarrassment of what went down caught up to you too.

There would be a lot for you guys to talk about tomorrow at school.

Link to fanart for this!

#Shieda Kayn #Heartsteel!Kayn #Kayn x Reader #Kayn League #Kayn LoL #KaynLeague #SCENARIO #Van1shiro #HAPPY VALENTINES #I spent like a few hours on this LMFAO #feelings entirely drawn from my own romantic experiences #I LOVE ROMANCE #god this is so good i really outdid myself with this #im shy all aoishdaoihdoais reading my own work #I LOVE YOU SHIEDA KAYN!!!!!!!!!

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lightandspark · 10 months

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Love Confessions be Like:

Perceptor to Brainstorm: Every day, the moment I met you, I found a new reason to keep trying, to keep exploring, to keep getting right back up… because that’s what I saw from you.

Drift to Ratchet: I started living when I first met you, before that, I was just surviving.

Prowl to Jazz: You are my light, that leads me home. The moment you are gone, I’m lost.

Ultra Magnus to Rodimus: My love for you is like fire, it burns more today than it did yesterday, but it will only grow tomorrow.

Mirage to Hound: I learned I can be and that deserve to be happy because of you, from the moment you laughed and smiled, I never realized how laughing could be so natural… I want to continue to be happy and share those moments with you.

Starscream to Windblade: I never wanted to be alone. I never wanted to be like this. What I want is you not to go… stay. Please. Stay.

Greenlight to Arcee: From every return, from every embrace, to the next battle, and then repeat… I don’t want you to go without hearing this, I love you, Arcee. My spark speaks to yours and yours alone.

Red Alert to Inferno: I know I can’t stop you for helping others. I know I can’t prevent you from your selfless ways. I wished you could be more selfish as me, because I want to keep you myself, to keep you safe until our sparks flickered out.

Soundwave to Blaster: Silence scares me. Not hearing your voice scares me. To not hear your footsteps, your laughter, you… please never make me start living in a world without you, because it scares me.

Octane to Sandstorm: I’m a lot of things, I’m everything that wouldn’t let me deserve you as my friend. I know this. I also know that I love you. I love you. I love you. I will continue to work hard to be worthy of the love you give me because you deserve more than a ‘I love you’.

Cyclonus to Tailgate:You saw something in me that I thought I lost years ago into an abyss of darkness. You helped me find that again and I promise, I will always find you in every abyss of darkness to save you.

Knockout to Breakdown: Beauty fade as we grow older… I disagree. You have only gotten more beautiful as time went on and at every moment I laid eyes on you.

Bumblebee: Damn… what are you guys waiting for, kiss already!

Sideswipe: Don’t be shy, be happy!

Bluestreak: Primus, they are doing it!

Smokescreen: They are really going for it.

Sunstreaker: Wow…

Whirl: Yeah~ gets some!

The bots and cons: AWWW.

The Wreckers, Aerialbots, Protectobots: *snickering nearby*

The Combaticons and seekers: OwO

MegaOp: *Megatron pretends to stretch and rest his arm on Optimus’s shoulder as Prime chuckled fondly*

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