#big kind robot man make my heart go :)))))))))

[babacontainsmultitudes]

OUGH call me Big Shane Silva the way that episode had me falling over and torn into pieces fuuuuuuuuuck oh the Trudy and Francis heart-to-heart... The group hug... The gunkata... The middle-aged witch yuri... The hole in the stars... MAN.

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an ever expanding comprehensive list of autistic shit we know about zayne

because for some reason I have become the autistic zayne propagandist of tumblr so here we go

tried to waddle like a penguin as a child. also knows everything about penguin mating rituals apparently.

his love language is clearly an imitation of penguin behaviors (penguins give stones to express devotion, he gives candies to express that he cares because he literally can't say things like a normal person. hes a fucking autistic penguin)

can apparently tell every kind of flower apart by SCENT

rejection sensitivity so high he became a heart surgeon after he accidentally caused one (1) injury and tried to resign after he was FALSELY accused of malpractice

when you touch a part of his body he names a fact about that body

refers to your body parts by their full scientific names all the time

in his myth, the majority of books in his GIANT LIBRARY TOWER were about jasmines. where the fuck did he even FIND those

as a child he tried to comfort MC by leaving an unexplained and unnanounced box of snowballs vaguely shaped like seals at her doorstep. note that this was an entire box full of them like where did he even come up with this

during the "meet the parents" thing in the cafe interactions he's the only LI to very aggressively avoid eye contact during the entire dialogue

he obviously has a safe food (dessert) and a very unsafe food (carrots)

in the caleb five big booms arc, zayne gave hands down the most contextually weird explanation of anything I have ever seen, gave mc a pep talk (in the most monotone voice since amazon echo, mind you) out of NOWHERE, then slid mc an ipad looking thing (only mentioning it was willed to her by her dead grandma, not mentioning AT ALL that it contained life changing information, nor that grandma josephine actually asked him to take care of her after her death) and a candy. this man is the social interactions final boss

we learn in the wedding card story that during med school he struggled with executive function when it came to taking care of himself properly, basically lived off the bare necessities for survival etc. it could just be depression/exhaustion but from the phrasing of it it sounds like a deeper issue

in a text conversation with him, you find out that he apparently named a squirrel that comes to the hospital garden at times after a receptor-inhibiting drug. He named the squirrel fucking Clopidogrel btw. Of course, nothing about this is inherently and clinically autistic but I mean come ON now

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Despite seeming somewhat averse to eye contact, he also holds rigid rules about eye contact being a necessary part of politeness

His students say he is strict, which again highlights rigid rule-following

One of his regularly commented on character traits is that he seems cold and robotic.

His jokes often concern and terrify people instead of making them laugh (such as in his A Pure White Heart Anecdote)

His social habits and rigid rule following frequently cause him difficulty in his relationships (romantic and otherwise) as well as his career.

In the meet MC's family interaction he also explicitly says "im a picky eater" for his flaws

when he was a kid he wanted to fly but he already knew why humans couldn't fly so instead he tried to decrease his bone density. (it's giving me as a kid bc i knew babies were made with a sperm and egg but i didn't know HOW those two met so I asked my mother in complete terror whether my dad was in her tummy like me. like fully in her stomach)

in the "animal tails" text exchange if you suggest he's bad at expressing emotions he says maybe you just need to get better at reading emotions. this suggests he isn't trying to be a standoffish Ice Prince. he is legitimately trying his best and as far as he understands thinks he's being genuine and clear. I thought I'd be the only one that was getting spectrum vibes from the boi lolol

alsoo could be a stretch but there is a photo booth pose specific to only Zayne called "clutch claw" where he has his hands dangling in front of him. my first thought was it's almost like the T-Rex hands which I recently found out is a common thing people on the spectrum do

He is the only one who smiles when you open the notebook for reminders and period tracking. This is, again, obviously not concrete on its own, but it does lend to the idea. He obviously struggles with being misunderstood or people believing he is cold, but the notebook is proof he's paying attention and cares, so of course he's happy to see us open it and see that. Or even just to use it to give him the chance to prove it in a way that is "meaningful".

GUYS GIVE ME MORE CANON AUTISTIC STUFF TO FILL IN IK IM FORGETTING STUFF

[eddiesxangel]

Temptations | Johnny Storm

You’re Ben’s little sister and needed a place to crash after graduation. He only asks of one thing in return. Don’t fall for Johnny

Cw: 18+ fic, fantastic four first steps universe AU. Fem!Grimm!reader x Johnny!Strom. No spoilers, fluff, smut, oral, unprotected sex bc idk when in the 60’s this is and condoms weren’t really a thing yet… it’s not going to be accurate don’t come for me, I’m new to the marvel universe lol 4.5k words

You never liked asking for help. You always figured if you needed something, you’d earn it. But graduation hit harder than you expected.

Celebratory toasts with your professors, a rolled-up diploma in your hand…and nowhere to go.

Your lease vanished with your flaky roommate, and your new internship didn’t start for another month. So you called the only man you trusted to have your back no matter what.

So here you are; The Baxter Building. Where not only your brother lived, but the rest of the Fantastic Four.

You get out of the yellow cab with your suitcases, a coffee cup, a bit of resentment, and not enough sleep. The doorman tipped his hat at you like you were royalty. This was so much different than campus living.

You rode the elevator alone up to the private floors, heart thudding like you were sixteen again, visiting Ben for the first time after he’d changed. You hadn’t been here in years. But you liked Sue and Reed. You must thank them for their kind offer. Especially because they have the baby now. Johnny on the other hand…

When the doors opened, Johnny Storm was the first person you saw. Shirtless. Of course.

He blinked. “Hello?”

You had met once, but you were a kid still.

“Hi.” You cautiously stepped out.

He looked back over his shoulder at no one then back to you. Clearly confused why a stranger— no, a beautiful woman with suitcases is standing in his living room.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” His voice was deep and sultry.

His smouldering gaze was more than you had accounted for.

“Is Benny around?” You ask, ignoring him. Ben had already warned you about Johnny.

“Depends on who’s asking, beautiful.”

You tell him your first name, but he still doesn’t clue in.

“Well, Sugar, a sweet thing like you is far too out of Ben’s league.

You wrinkle your nose in disgust, because, ew.

If right on Que your big brother Ben greets you with a rocky smile. “Baby Sissy, welcome home!!”

“Baby? Sissy?” Johnny was bewildered; their was nothing childish about you.

No you were all grown, all woman. Johnny can’t help but take you in.

“You… live here now?” Johnny, still so shirtless, trying to put the pieces together.

You raised an eyebrow. “Temporarily. You live here permanently?”

Johnny leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, his biceps flex in the process. “I grace this building with my presence, Sugar. There’s a difference.” His charm is all consuming, but you are so above him. You know his reputation.

“Try not to combust near my stuff.” you muttered, brushing past him.

Ben met you with a grin and a bear hug that nearly cracked your ribs. “You look good, Sissy. Got tgat post grad glint in your eye.”

“You look like you lost a fight with a sidewalk,” you said, trying to reach the top of his head, he laughed.

Ben set you up in one of the guest suites—clean, private, with a view of the skyline. It was temporary, but it felt… safe.

You unpacked, setting up your nicknaks to make it feel more like home. You showered. You put on your records. You try and make the room yours. The bed was comfortable and you had a pretty decent nights sleep.

~~~~~

It was odd being in other people’s space. You were unsure if you should just help yourself to breakfast and Ben wasn’t up yet. It was you, and the robot, Herbie.

You were still apprehensive about Herbie. This new technology was so foreign and, honestly you couldn’t understand a thing he said.

“Ummm hello.” You stand awkwardly in the kitchen as the little robot mumbles something you don’t quite grasp.

“I’m just going to, ummm. Is it okay if I get some cereal and milk?”

Before you could move to the fridge yourself the little guy was already to work. He got the milk, three different boxes of cereal and your bowl and spoon all at the table.

“Thank you.” You smile and he mumbles something else you don’t understand but it looked like he was, smiling back.

“Maybe I could get use to this?” You mumble under your breath.

“I’d say I could definitely get use to this”

You jump at the sudden sound of Johnny's voice.

“Sorry, sugar. Didn’t mean to scare you.

“Please stop calling me that.”

“Can’t. You’re too sweet.” He pulls out a chair and sits directly beside you. A bit too close for comfort.

As if to prove him wrong you roll your eyes and reach for your favourite box.

“Great choice, excellent selection of you ask me” he smirks again. Like he knows something you don’t.

A look of confusion crosses your face until you see a picture of Johnny on the box. Quickly you put it down, like you would catch cooties off of it. Begrudgingly you go for the more healthy option.

You hear Johnny laugh, and grabs his cereal box off the table, shoves a hand in and starts eating it dry.

Not to self, don’t eat from that box. Ever.

“So sugar, what’s the big plan?”

“Plan?”

“You’re done school so what’s the plan?”

“Oh, I start interning at Stark Industries in about a month. So I’m crashing here until then.”

“Beauty and the brains.”

With that, he earns another eyeroll.

“So I only get you for a month? hmmm, I think I can work with that.”

“I’m not going to be another nautch on your belt, Johnny. So get over it.”

“A challenge, I like it” he speaks with a mouth full of cereal.

This was then man woman faun over?

Thankfully your saviour, Ben, entered the kitchen and pulled Johnny to the other side of the table and took his spot beside you.

“Okay, rude. We were having a conversation.”

“You can continue your conversation from that side of the table”

You giggle and Johnny swears his heart lit from within. You were going to be trouble. And he liked it.

~~~~~

It didn’t take long to notice Johnny kept… hovering.

He was always in the hallway when you stepped out. Always around the corner with some bad pick up line or an offer to make coffee. You only took ilium up on the coffee once, it was bad and surprisingly cold.

He was always looking at you like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to kiss you or set the building on fire because you wouldn’t.

One night, a week after you moved in, you found him outside your door, barefoot, shirtless again, holding two crystal glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

You raised a brow. “What, is this a 3 a.m. emergency?”

“I thought maybe you needed a drink. Big week. You know… post-graduation crash. Existential dread. Boring stuff.” He cleared his throat.

You didn’t invite him in. You just leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, in your shirt babydoll nighty.

“You know Ben would crush your skull if he saw you out here like this.”

He gave a slow, lazy smile. “So don’t tell him.”

You stared him down. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t flirt. Not this time. Just stood there with whiskey and warmth and a stupid kind of hope in his eyes.

You took the glass from his hand—but not without an eye roll.

The night was quiet, save for the hum of city lights through the tall glass windows. It was almost three in the morning. The Baxter Building was asleep…or so you thought.

You and Johnny sat cross-legged on the floor of your temporary room, backs against the edge of the bed, a half-empty bottle of whiskey between you. The record player was still softly spinning, faint static whispering from the speakers was low in order to not to wake the others.

Johnny’s lounging beside you, “Did you always have that little freckle under your eye?” he asks, brushing his pinky on your upper cheek.

You scoff, cheeks burning. “You've been staring at me that long, flame boy?”

He shrugs, and suddenly the silence grows heavy. Not awkward. Heavy with everything unsaid.

“Can’t help myself.” His tone was genuine.

His gaze was memorizing. You couldn’t stop watching him, watch you.

You hate to admit it but he was so handsome. Maybe it was the whiskey but there was no denying there was an unbridled attraction between the two of you right now, and it wasn’t all physical.

It was the way he listened when you talked about the pressure, about always having to prove yourself, about growing up in Ben’s shadow but never resenting it. Not really. Just always wanting to be worthy of the pedestal you’d put him on.

It was the way he was being so genuine about the pressures he feels being the Johnny Storm. He wasn’t vapid or arrogant, like you originally thought. There were layers behind that book cover. He was smart. So much smarter than he leads on. You don’t see why he hid that away behind his playboy ficaude.

“You know,” he said, voice hushed, “I never thought I’d say this out loud, but… you scare the hell outta me.”

You gave a half-smile. “Good.” You play with them hem of your nighty.

“No,” he chuckled. “I mean it.”

You give him a pointed look to continue with the compliments.

“You…. You’re different than any women I’ve met. I have hundreds of women flinging themselves at me.” You can help but scoff, but he chooses to ignore it and continues. “ I’m not use to the chase. I’m not use to not getting something I want. And Sugar I always get what I want.”

“Johnny. You do not want me, I’m just something shiny and new you’re not allowed to touch.”

“No. You’re smart. You don’t take any crap. You walk into a room like you belong in it—and if you don’t, you make it yours anyway.”

You turned to look at him—and again, he wasn’t cocky. He was earnest. Soft around the edges. The fire was still there, but it wasn’t for show.

Then his hand brushed yours.

And you didn’t move it...

“I’m not supposed to like you,” you whisper.

He leans closer. “You think I don’t know that? Your brother would turn me into a pile of rubble.”

You take another swig. The whiskey burns, but not as bad as his eyes on you.

“You’re trouble, Storm,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” he says. “But you’re still here.” Johnny’s gaze lowered down to your plump lips. Still shiny from the whisky, begging to be kissed.

And just like that, you're leaning in, fingers grazing the side of his face; you feel the rough stubble as you caress his jaw. His lips look so soft…You tell yourself it’s the whiskey, the moonlight, the music, the moment.

You did not dare move. It was one of those moments that hung in the air, electric. Charged. The space between your faces was shrinking, heartbeats syncing, eyes closing. It’s the kind of closeness that says you are going to kiss, it’s going to happen, maybe not tonight, but soon.

That’s when the door creaked open.

And Ben’s voice rumbled into the room like thunder.

“The hell’s goin’ on here?” His voice booms in the dead silent of the night.

You and Johnny jerked apart like teenagers caught under the covers. You scrambled to your feet, heart pounding in your chest, you can hear the blood pouring through your ears.

Johnny stood slowly, hands up, far away from you.

Ben filled the doorway—massive, stone-skinned, and radiating the kind of rage you could feel in your bones. His eyes darted to the whiskey bottle and glasses on the floor, to the record player still softly playing, to your surprised eye and Johnny’s guilty stance, back to you in your short chiffon nighty...

“I asked a question,” Ben said, voice low, dangerous. He always had a short fuse. And an ever shorter one when it came to his family. Especially his baby sister.

You stepped forward, lifting your chin. “Nothing happened.” Your tone was sharp.

Johnny opened his mouth to add something and immediately thought better of it.

Ben’s eyes narrowed. “You think I’m an idiot?”

“No,” you said firmly. “I think you’re my brother, and I’m an adult who can make my own choices on who I befriend.”

He looked at you. Really looked at you. You could see the worry behind his eyes. Even in this new form, his stone features could never hid the expression behind his eyes.

Anger. Worry. That deep, unmistakable protectiveness—The only kind of protectiveness a big brother could possess. The kind that got him into countless brawls.

But beneath it? Pride. The smallest flicker of it. Because you didn’t flinch. You didn’t lie. You didn’t act like some helpless girl who needed defending. Not anymore. You were grown, a woman. He needed to accept that.

Still, his gaze shifted back to Johnny, dark as a storm cloud.

“I swear to God, if you so much as touch her—”

“I haven’t,” Johnny said quickly. Then added, quieter, “Not yet.”

“Johnny!” You scold.

Ben took a step forward, “you asking for a clobbering time, flame boy?”

“Oh, now he says it!?”

“Johnny” you warn. “Ben,” you said sharply, hand on his chest “you know me. I can take care of myself.”

He stared at you for a long second. Then he exhaled one heavy breath and muttered, “Damn right you can. Don’t forget those self defence moves I taught you.”

And then he walked out, mumbling something about needing a drink and “flamebrain better sleep with one eye open.”

You and Johnny stood there in stunned silence.

Then he whispered, “That went… better than expected?”

You stared at him.

“You should go. It’s late. I need to sleep.” You stood by the door, hand on the knob.

“Yea… sure I’ll just” he points.

“Good night, sweet dreams” you nod curtly.

“Oh dreams of sweet sugar they will because I’ll be dreaming of this little nighty, alllll night.” He flicks up the hem and your babydoll nightgown, brushing your thigh in the process. His skin was so hot, you could still feel the heat of his finger lingering on your skin, even if it was only a brief graze.

It sent your mind reeling, how would it feel to have him consume your body if a slight touch was that electric?

He made you so flustered you didn’t know what to do. You shut the door without another word. It was that damn whisky. Loosening your judgement

~~~~~~

Hours later, the building shakes, their synchronized watching all go off. The Fantastic Four are called away.

You watch them leave, pacing as the door closes behind Ben.

“We’ll be back soon, sissy. Do not leave this building. Not for anything,” he warns.

“Keep an eye on her Herb!” He asked the robot to baby sit you like you’re still ten years old.

But it’s been house and they’ve been gone too long.

Far too long.

You're pacing, staring at the TV, pleading to hear any kind of update. Nothing.

Panic claws at your chest like a feral beast. You imagine every worst-case scenario. You curse yourself for now having to worry about someone other than Ben. You let your guard down last night.

When they finally waltz back through the door, the sun has already set.

Your your legs almost give out in relief. Reed and Sue immediately go to baby Franklin.

Ben’s covered in ash, a bit chipped but alive. You run into his arms, nearly knocking him over.

“Benny—” you gasp. “I thought— I didn’t know—” tears threaten to fall.

“I’m okay, kid,” he grunts, holding you tight. “We’re all okay.”

Your heart’s still thundering, hands shaking as you slowly pull away from your brother.

Your eyes immediately find Johnny.

He’s breathing heavy, his cheeks is battered and swollen, his lip is bleeding, but he’s smiling. At you.

You don’t think. You just move.

You throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. His arms wrap around your waist, warm and familiar like he’s been waiting.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” your voice cracks.

“Not that easy to get rid of, Sugar,” he says softly.

You pull back, eyes locked on him. He looks rough, singed, and beautiful. He kisses your cheek gently, trying to get any blood or ash on you.

From across the room, Ben stares. Frowns.

“If you hurt her, I’ll drop a fucking building on your head. Got it.”

Johnny’s eyes widen. Did Ben really just give him his blessing?

“Benny?”

“I swear to god if I hear any funny business , I’ll throw you out the window.”

Johnny doesn't let you or Ben answer as he whisks you away to the privacy of his bedroom.

“I shouldn’t admit this but that uniform…” you trail off and you take him in.

“Like what you see, Sugar?”

You dumbly nod. Is this what you've come to? Seeing a man in uniform and suddenly your legs feel like jello and you can’t form words.

You want to yell at him for making you so worried, but you also want to take care of him, patch up his wounds, help him feel better.

He saved the world once again, he was remarkable—selfless.

He took a step closer, closing the gap between the two of you. Slowly you reach up and lightly graze his swollen cheek. He winced in pain, and you quickly removed your fingers.

“Sorry,”

“It’s okay, Sugar. Just a little bruise. I’ve seen worse”

“Why does that not surprise me.”

“Were you really worried about me?” He leans in.

“Johnny” your voice was so quiet he almost missed it.

You close the gap, the kiss is needy—desperate. You put all of your worry and anxiety behind the kiss. You need to show him how much he means to you.

He slips his big hands around your waist, pulling you in. You feel the heat radiating off him beneath the fabric of his suit.

The electricity between the two of you radiated at each touch. His body was pressed up against you, his suit was suffocating him as you felt his cock grow. You urged him to take off the suit, it was awkward and clumsy but eventually he stood before you, baring all.

“Like what you see, Sugar?” He smirked knowingly.

“Get over here and show me what else that cocky mouth can do”

“Yes ma’am. He gently guided you down onto the bed, his strong arms holding him over you, you open your legs for him, urging him closer.

“Not fair, you’re still dressed.”

He leans in kissing your exposed neck. And his hand brushes up under your shirt. You weren’t sure if it was the heat rating off of him or the heat between the two of you, but your skin was on fire. His touch was searing.

“You’ll have to work for it, Storm.”

You let him undress you, peeling your clothes off like you’re a delicate petal; like he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Fuck you’re beautiful” his gaze was searing.

“Enough looking, more fucking.” You pull him down by the back on the neck, kissing him once again he tastes like blood, ash and pure lust.

His hand roamed your bare skin, until his hands find where you wanted him the most. His lips grazed lower down your neck towards your chest as his fingers worked themselves into you.

He was making your head spin, he was too good at this. You didn’t want to dwell on why he was so good at this. A moan slips your parted lips as his mouth lands on your perked nipple.

“Let me hear you Sugar, tell me how good you feel, tell Johnny.”

“Please, don’t stop.” You run your fingers through his hair. His eyes ablaze as he scans your body as he continues to work his fingers in you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it”

“Oh! Johnny” you cry out as he lays a kiss on your clit.

Never had anyone kissed you down there before and it made your head spin.

“Do you want me to keep going, my little Ember?”

“Yes” you sigh.

His lips felt other worldly, and once his tongue brushed through your folds he had sent you both to another dimension. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t think. Everything was Johnny and how he was making you feel. Never had you felt like this before.

“I knew you would taste so sweet, sugar”

“Johnny!” You scold. His filthy words shock you as your orgasm ripples through you.

Johnny chuckles at your innocence, and kisses his way back up your body. Every kiss and nip made your skin burn with need.

All you wanted was more. He was the light to your dimming flame.

“Johnny.” You beg.

You burned for him, every molecule craved him.

“I got you sweetheart. Johnny's got you.”

He guides himself into you with ease. His cock is so thick, the stretch is something you’d not ever experienced. No one could compare. All other men, ruined from this moment forward.

“Oh” you catch his eyes starting to glow as they roll back into his head.

Your tight warm cunt was more than he could ever imagine; like you were made for him. With each thrust his body threatened to flair up. He can’t hold his control around you.

“Let go Johnny, I know you won’t hurt me”

He won’t—will never. These past two weeks he’s never been so entranced, bewitched, totally hypnotized by a woman.

He let go, his thrusts were deep, so so deep. Deeper than you’ve ever experienced. It was like two souls were set ablaze. Joining, connecting as one. Johnny's hair was ablaze when you opened your eyes, the flame was hot but it didn’t burn you as he leaned in and took your mouth with his.

Whatever dude that was lite between the two of you seemed like it would never burn out. This connection was strong, as cosmic encounter bond you would never cease to forget.

“You’re close, Sugar, I can feel you griping on me. So. Damn. Tight.”

“Please, Johnny, it feels so good.” You weep.

Johnny didn’t hold back any longer. He set the room ablaze in a roar of white hot flames. They surrounded the both of you as his thrusts became more intricate.

His lit fingers lace through yours. His eyes no longer blue but the most beautiful ember.

“Johnny” you gasp, your body ablaze as the second most intense feeling rushes over you. A rush of adrenaline, warmth and energy flowed through your veins. Nothing had ever ever felt so intense, so powerful, he made you feel like you were floating.

Johnny quickly pulled out before he could release himself inside of you. You watch as his warmth covers your stomach.

Johnny flames fizzle out as soon and his orgasm is over. The room went back to only being lit by the light of the moon.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He quickly examines you and you can’t help but giggle.

“Far from it, Flame boy.” You reach for him, wanting to be held in his arms.

He shifts beside you, his body still buzzing with leftover adrenaline, but his arm tightens around your waist like he doesn’t plan to let go. You press your cheek to his chest, feeling the thump-thump of his heart against your skin.

“I was so scared I’d lose you,” you whisper, words almost lost in the hum of the city outside the window.

He pauses—just for a second—then you feel the slow curl of his grin.

“Baby Grimm, scared for little ol’ me?” he teases.

You lift your head just enough to glare at him and give his chest a light smack. “Johnny Storm! I’m trying to be sincere here.”

He winces dramatically, hand flying to the spot you hit. “Oof. Right in the ego.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no hiding the smile tugging at your lips.

“Sorry, Sugar,” he says softer this time, voice dropping. “I just… I can’t believe it. Being here. In your arms. I—”

You kiss him before he can finish.

Because you know him.

Johnny Storm talks too much when he’s nervous. When he’s feeling something real. And the second he feels anything bigger than charm or lust, he panics. You weren’t sure what was scarier—him getting hurt out in the field, or you falling for someone who swore he wasn’t the settling type.

But when he kisses you back, slow and aching, all you feel is heat—not just from his body but from whatever this thing between you two is becoming.

When the kiss breaks, you whisper against his lips, “Don’t make me care about you like this.”

His forehead rests against yours. “Too late for that, sweetheart.”

You sigh. “Ben’s going to kill us.”

Johnny chuckles. “Yeah, well... worth it.”

And in that quiet moment—wrapped in his arms, his fingers brushing lazy circles against your back, you finally admit it to yourself.

You are in so much trouble.

He smells like smoke and aftershave and something uniquely Johnny—like danger with a side of sugar. You stay curled against his chest, fingers slipping beneath the edge of his shirt, tracing the rise and fall of his ribs just to reassure yourself he’s real. That he’s here.

“Don’t do that again,” you murmur.

“What? Save the city?” he teases, even though his voice is softer now, almost reverent.

“No. Vanish. Disappear without a word. I was climbing the damn walls.”

He shifts, cradling your face in his hand now, his thumb brushing your cheek like you’re made of glass. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Well, you did. A lot.” Your voice cracks on the last word, and you hate that he hears it.

Johnny’s smile fades. He tilts your chin, and the usual cocky sparkle in his eyes gives way to something more honest. “I’m sorry. Really. If I’d had a way to call you. If I had know you’d wanted me to—”

“You didn’t. I know,” you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut. He was busy, saving the world.

There’s a beat of silence, heavy and thick with everything you’ve been holding in. He presses a kiss to your temple like he can smooth it all away.

“I’ve never had anyone worry like that before,” he says quietly. “Not really. Reed worries if I burn the curtains again. Sue gives me that mom face when I mouth off in interviews. Ben threatens to throw me into traffic about once a week…”

You chuckle wetly. “That’s just his love language.”

Johnny nods, eyes locked on yours. “But you… You looked at me like I mattered. Like I was worth losing sleep over. That’s new for me, Sugar.”

“Don’t read too much into it,” you say, biting your lip to hide how much the words meant.

But Johnny’s hand slides around the back of your neck, drawing you closer. “I’m not trying to be that guy, y’know? The one who screws things up. But with you…” His voice breaks a little. “I want to try. I want to deserve this.”

“But I’m suppose to leave im a couple weeks.”

“I’m willing to do anything, Suagr.”

You close the distance, kissing him again, slower this time. Like you’re answering a question neither of you know how to ask out loud. His hands roam your back, grounding you. You feel the beat of his heart quicken against your chest, matching your own.

When you finally part, he rests his forehead against yours again, both of you breathless.

“Ben is gonna throw a fit,” you whisper.

“Oh, he’s going to throw me off the balcony,” Johnny grins, brushing your hair from your face. “But I’ll take every punch if it means I get to hold you like this.”

You smirk. “You’re a damn fool, Johnny Storm.”

“Yeah,” he says, lips brushing yours.

And this time, when you kiss him, you don’t stop. Not because you’re scared. Not because he’s a fire you’ve been warned to avoid.

But because maybe… just maybe… you were always meant to burn a little.

Tags: @hauntedfawnn @american-idiot-jpg @hellfire--cult

[erikawrites13]

"Through the Storm"

So you know- "English is not my first language. I have dyslexia. Let me know what you think about it, please."

Charles Leclerc x Reader Romance, Hurt/Comfort, fluff

The Monaco skies had turned a dull grey by the time Charles got back home. Rain tapped rhythmically against the windows, the kind of soft drizzle that felt more emotional than meteorological. Y/N sat quietly on the couch, legs tucked under her, thumbing through the pages of a book she wasn’t really reading. She was wearing his red Ferrari hoodie—the one she always stole after race days—because it still smelled like him, even when he wasn’t there.

The front door opened slowly. She didn’t have to look up to know it was Charles. The soft shuffle of his trainers, the pause as he set his keys down on the marble counter—it was all familiar. Comforting, even now, when everything else felt just slightly off.

“Hey,” she called softly.

There was a beat of silence before he answered, “Hey.”

He looked exhausted. The kind of tired that went beyond the physical toll of racing. His eyes were dark under the brim of his cap, and his shoulders were tense, like he was carrying the entire weight of the Grand Prix on his back. He didn’t need to say anything. She already knew.

“You didn’t have to come back right away,” she said gently, closing her book. “I figured you'd be with the team.”

He shook his head, finally toeing off his shoes and walking over to her. “I couldn’t. I needed to see you.”

That was all it took. She opened her arms, and he sank into them immediately—like a man finally allowing himself to break. He buried his face in her neck and exhaled a shaky breath. She held him there, grounding him, fingers weaving through the damp curls at the nape of his neck.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she whispered.

“I should’ve done better,” he murmured into her skin.

Y/N pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. “Charles, stop. You gave it everything. Everyone saw that.”

He looked away. “But it wasn’t enough. Again. In Monaco of all places.”

Y/N bit her lip, her heart aching for him. She knew what this place meant to him—not just as a driver, but as a boy who grew up just around the corner, dreaming of making it big, dreaming of standing on that podium while the whole city watched.

“You don’t have to win here for people to know how good you are,” she said softly. “You don’t have to prove yourself—not to the world, and definitely not to me.”

He was quiet for a long moment. Then, almost brokenly: “But I want to. For you. For Maman. For Jules.”

That last name hit the air like a held breath. Y/N’s hands stilled in his hair.

“I know,” she whispered. “And they would be proud of you. I am, Charles. Every single race. No matter the result.”

He nodded slowly, eyes glassy. “I just… I get in my head. All the pressure. All the noise. And I don’t know how to silence it sometimes.”

Y/N leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Then let me help you.”

He gave a soft laugh, the first real one she’d heard all day. “What would I do without you?”

“Lose your keys at least once a week. Eat way too many protein bars. And probably wear the same hoodie for three days straight.”

Charles smirked. “So basically, still be me.”

“Exactly. But a slightly more disorganized version.”

He let himself melt into her then, their limbs tangled together on the couch as the storm outside picked up, wind howling faintly down the Monaco streets. The glow from the kitchen light warmed the room, casting soft shadows over the walls.

After a long silence, Charles spoke again, voice quieter this time.

“I hate that I feel like this after every race that doesn’t go right.”

“You’re not a robot,” Y/N said. “You’re allowed to feel. That’s what makes you you, Charles. You care. You care so much.”

He turned his head, his nose brushing against her collarbone. “Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it.”

Y/N’s heart clenched. She gently tilted his face up to hers.

“Hey. Don’t say that. You were born to do this. I’ve never seen anyone fight like you do. You inspire people—me included. But you don’t have to carry it all on your own.”

Their eyes locked. She saw the storm inside him—every crash, every close call, every podium that slipped away. But she also saw the boy who once watched this same rain from his bedroom window and dreamed of driving through it one day.

“I love you,” she whispered, brushing her thumb against his cheek.

“I love you more,” he said, and this time, his voice didn’t break.

[omniphilic]

hiya soileil!!!! i wanted to ask if you have personal hcs (headcanons) for mark and how you generally like to imagine him when you write him!

thanks for the ask! 🙏🏾 next time if you're not sure how to spell my name, copy and paste it from my intro post or let autocorrect do its thang (fun fact: my name is sun in french :3), but to answer your question because i think about this A LOT.

I like to combine Comic Mark and Show Mark personality wise. Not to say the show version of him is the greatest person alive, but I choose to keep of his poorer traits or qualities from the comics rendition of him to give him more dimension. Overall, I follow the order of events as they occur in the show.

In my opinion, Mark is extremely Golden Retriever. I think he’s very personable, gentle and affectionate with those he loves, but I also see him as someone who can be stubborn, reluctant to change, impulsive, and self-centered. He isn't met with a lot pushback ever. In the comics this is more prevalent, as the only characters to openly disagree with Mark are portrayed as villains or become evil (Cecil, Robot) over the course of the run.

In the show, Debbie has the balls or the sense to actually nip Mark's nonsense in the bud. When Mark tells her to "Make me" after she tells him to come inside and stop flying. When she says "Is this what you need?" she's forcing him to confront that sense of self-righteousness. Amber is another character that does this, when she gets mad at him for 'ditching them' and leaving them to fight the Re-Animen.

I think Amber was justified in her irritation because he is essentially playing in her face, choosing to maintain the lie of him just disappearing instead of coming clean then and there or at any other point before. He lies to her throughout the majority of the relationship when the rest of his close companions already (William and Eve), choosing to leave Amber in the dark. As she goes on to reveal she knew his secret, I can understand her frustration. How are they supposed to be going steady when he's withholding a quite vital part of himself for.... literally no reason. She would've been safer had she have known, she would have never been mad at him if she had known. There were more benefits to telling her than not telling her.

Eve pushes back the hardest before they get together, like right before Omni-man fucks Mark's shit up and she tells him to stop moping about quitting hero work. He's presumptuous about her life, assuming he knows why she quit as opposed to asking directly, looking to follow in her footsteps because he's overwhelmed by a situation he himself created.

Overall, I don't think Mark is a very nice person. Going back to his conversation with Debbie on the back porch, I find it utterly insane he doesn't apologize to Debbie for essentially threatening her, and there are other instances of him not having others best interests at heart so he can maintain a sense of security—a big one being when he ditches Earth to go coddle her over a broken leg while the whole Invincible War is going on the background.

I think his self-centeredness doesn't allow him to deeply engage with the feelings of others, but his persistent, almost pervasive sense of conscientiousness is what keeps him on the straight and narrow for a large part of his time as Invincible. I feel like his sense of obligation is derived from guilt as opposed to love for humanity.

When Mark is around people he loves, or connects with emotionally, he is more comfortable divulging his true feelings. I find him to be both self-deterministic and rejection sensitive, averse to truly absorbing the opinions of others unless he feels that way himself, as well as being afraid of being told he's doing something wrong.

All of that to say... I don't think he's consciously being a bad person, he's just limited by those he's surrounded by, they don't tell him about himself regularly enough to get him used to that kind of push back.

For the most part I think he's on the level, tries his best to be a good person where he can. He has some capacity for pettiness, but it isn't often his first resort. Some of his biggest moments of growth occur when he's learning of the realities of the world, like during the first Flaxan invasion, where he realizes how brutal the life of a superhero can be, but he rarely ever has moments of self-discovery, understanding and reconciliation. TLDR; this boy needs a therapist.

He has nobody to relate to because nobody is exactly on his level, and the people who should be concerned with his emotional wellbeing (Eve or Debbie) and they don't encourage him to open up.

Often what happens to him in sensitive moments, when he does genuinely try to open up (to Eve, when he is trying to communicate what happened with future Eve) he is very strongly shut down, which would further reinforce his insistence on not communicating his true feelings.

This happens a lot. I think the reason is because of bad writing, honestly— Some people (primarily female characters, like Eve and Amber) act as is needed to move along the plot, I believe, but despite this shortcoming in the narrative I chose to just... bake it into his character.

Mark's upbringing (as a white dude who is written by a white dude) means he not only navigates the world differently but is socialized differently than most likely me or you, so he has a different sense of entitlement, a different understanding of right and wrong, and a lack of curiosity.

i think he would be more knowledgeable in his like. mid-later twenties (wait until I make that Dilf! piece with @wingfleur) but he's bumbling for a fair bit of his late teens early twenties.

He's just a loser trying his best!!! anyway this turned into a ramble imma dip out—

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

QL Things That Made Me Happy in 2024

It's the end of the year, and people are doing a lot of cute things with superlatives and such, but with my limited bandwidth, I'm gonna keep it simple. Those who follow me know I am here to have a good time, and I like to focus on what brings me joy. 2025 is going to be a rough one, and I know I'm going to continue to need the QL space to help me emotionally cope, so if you'll indulge me, I want to just roll around in the good and the happy for a bit.

(Note, there is also a ton of 2024 content I did not have time to watch, so this does not capture everything good that happened this year!)

Diversity of Genre

Every year we're breaking a little bit more new ground! I'm particularly excited to be seeing more mystery/thriller, for both our BLs & GLs. Robots, vampires, animals turned human, and hopefully soon, mermen. We're getting weirder and wilder, and I am here for it.

Baby Steps in Representation

I know, I know, we all want it to get all better right now, but as someone in my fifth decade of life, I've also seen how small step after small step over the years can lead to huge changes. And in a world where a lot of people are trying to drag us backwards, it's important to keep pushing forward, and celebrate each successful step, even when it feels like it's not enough. (And keep advocating for more, of course!)

Continuing to Give Friendship Its Due

Amazing friend groups are fortunately a QL staple, and this year was no different. We got so much good friend representation this year!

Japan Being Japan

The very top at efficient story-telling, whether it be hitting your heart or tearing it apart.

Taiwan Being Taiwan

Never change Taiwan. Just keep feeding me, pretty please.

Acting Highlights

Wow, did we get some incredible performances this year. Way more than I can list here, but here's a few that came immediately to mind.

Special Mentions

ie stuff that didn't fit under one of the above categories.

A year of TayNew

Step one, be the absolute most in the cutest shit ever. Step two, queer up a found family story. Step three, celebrate owning 2024. (And we get more of them in 2025!)

Big getting his due

We've been chomping at the bit for a Big Thanakorn lead role for ages, and our man delivered! And we're gonna get more next year!

A win for creative independence

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I am so fucking proud of Yin and War. They did something incredibly difficult at great personal cost, and made something genuinely unique. Jack & Joker had a lot of layers, including a lot of cultural depth, along with social commentary. That kind of thing is always going to alienate some people, but that's part of what impressed me so much. If they wanted to make something to appeal to the most generic possible audience, they would have done it. They swung big, and made an impact, and I hope it opens up so much more opportunity for them.

When talent grows exponentially

One of my favorite things about having been into QL for a while now is getting to see actors grow and develop past their initial roles. Often the raw talent is there from the beginning, but as in all careers there is a benefit from experience, the right kind of support, and the right opportunities.

2 Moons 2 was a largely forgettable series that managed to land some unforgettable talent, and both Joong and Pavel were highlights. They've both done so well, but in this particular case, I need to rave about Joong's growth in his performance as Fadel. The entire cast is rocking it in Heart Killers, Dunk is also doing incredible, but I have such a soft spot for the boy I immediately fell for way back in my first year of BL, and seeing him steal scenes from some of my all time favorite GMMTV actors. Well done, bebe, well done.

In summary

This doesn't remotely encompass everything (I didn't even get to all the delightful spice from this year!), I am limited by time and image restrictions per post, but as always, I am so grateful to have discovered this arena of media and this space in which to squee about it, and I am endlessly grateful for the people in this space who bring positivity, nuance, grace, compassion, caring, open-mindedness, humility, and curiosity to my dash.

Happy New Year, y'all.

[mqnill]

I'm gonna rank all the enemies of Ultrakill cuz I'm bored.

Btw I am a noob and played only on harmless

Filth - 10/10

Nice goobers, basically walking french fries. I can never get mad at them, because how could I be mad at my best healers in this game? They are really cute and are pretty nice. I give them big hug after they take a bite of me! :3 (One punch them for fuel because damn that mouth might've as well ate me as a whole)

Stray -8/10

A bit annoying, considering they get to stand and shoot fireballs at me and move their asses from time to time. Luckily, they're too slow and suck at aiming unless I stand in one place. Great fuel and quite noticeable throughout the game (Until 7 layer, these babies are so similar looking to these fuck ass mannequins)

Schism - 6/10

Strays but upgrade I guess. Too much attitude backed up with unnecessary annyoing ability to live after charged blue shot. Hard to swallow pill. Although they have a noticeable for some reason butt. Idk why but okay?

Soldier - 5/10

That fucking bird that I hate. Would be a nice food, if it wouldn't kick me across the country. Ew.

Stalker - 7/10

Literally don't care about this.

Sisyphean Inssurectionist - 8/10

A tad bit irritating creature, always pushing me on the hot burning sand but it is fun to jump around. Reminded me of an old game on my playground where you stand on edges of sandbox and in the middle of it there is a "Shark" (kid that lost in rock, paper, scissors). This creature is a shark and well, no wonder it lost. I would too if I would only pick rock! Lol loser

Ferryman - 7/10

He was lightning, before the thunder. Confusing bone martial art master that goes up on some building, trying to strike me down with lightning. The dissaperance trick was fun, until I jumped out in the water, thinking he was hiding from me there. I died. Not cool killing me like that, dude. Be fair. Play nice.

Malicious Face - 8/10

Again, this flying fuck pisses me off, but it's a great healing thingy that needs only 100 nails (usually) to fall dead. Although, it is a shame it has to spit in me with fire. Nasty. I'm not into that kind of thing.

Cerberus - 5/10

I'm pretty sure Cerberus is a dog with three heads from Greek myhtology, so no idea why this overgrown football player has that name. This NFL fanatic throws his stupid ball at me and takis his big boy steps to get me, but I'm faster, this is when he stomps angrily instead of communicating his issues with me. Smartest man-looking creature that enjoys any games with ball. Fun to disrespect, not fun when he throws me away like he'd throw a deodorant if someone would offer him that.

Hideous Mass - 8/10

Perhaps hideous, but gives great piggy rides. Nice lobster, but I don't like seafood. Nothing more.

Idol - 5/10

Doesn't even hurt me, but god did you really have to put my food in zipper plastic bags so I couldn't eat them? (Puts some protection spell on other enemies, most often Virtue) Low blow.

Mannequin - 0/10

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!! FUCK AHHGHGHHGHGGH I HOPE YOU AND ALL YOUR SPECIES DIE OUT LIKE A PATHETIC COCKROACH IMMITATORS YOU ARE!!!!! Scary, creepy, hard, fast? That is supposed to me. I am the war machine that sends horror in souls and their non-existent hearts. You fucking fucks, stayed out till 7th layer to make my life difficult. I better not see your asses anymore!!!! You all will be executed on the spot. I hope you know that you are an unwanted creatures, a poor imitation of anything and you deserve nothing but to rot behind closed doors, posed in worst yoga posses you can imagine. DIE!!!!

Swordsmachine - 10/10

It may be hard to beat, but idc. I love it. So pretty, so beautiful, so fashionate. Oh wow. I missedyou, sweetheart, missed this robot from the 1st layer, been thinking about their glorious attacks and cute rushing to hit me with their arm. Had to pause a game because they were just so... so... mwah.

Drone - 7/10

One eyed poor Shockwave parody. Go boom and kill all your brothers around you, loser. Doesn't even heal and explodes.

Streetcleaner - 9/10

Just one point away because they set me on fire and that's not really nice. But overall great bots, really sweet and they sound soooo cuteee. WAHHHHHH I WANNA KISS AND HUG THEM SO BAD!!! They deserve a big hug you people!!! (Swordsmachine got some competition)

Mindflayer - 7,5/10

Pesky cyan plastic-metal woman. Okay, you teleport, okay, you shoot blue faces that haunt me until they hit the wall (why would you inspirate mannequins like that), we got it. But dying with exploding yourself after I hit you twice with taser? A bit dramatic. Somehow slay, and somehow go fuck yourself, no need to be such a hard target, just stay still, will you?

Sentry - 5/10

I don't like them, but I don't hate them.

Gutterman - 2/10

Fat ass metal discord mod harassing my innocent poor soul. Kicks me across the galaxy, doesn't heal, have a stupid shield (okay cap america enjoyer) but it won't protect you from me. I will still fry these assholes with my taser. Womp womp, die faster.

Guttertank 0/10

Annoying stupid fucking huge discord mod's brother that got mad. CRY ME A RIVER (full of blood so I could use it as a fuel) AND DIE!!!

Virtue - 9/10

Nice healing thingy that explodes, thanks man, but stop trying to destroy me with holy light. It's not difficult to dodge, I'm just lazy and would prefer if I didn't have to do much with beating common enemies.

V2 - 10/10

I love this guy. So silly. So goofy. Hard to fight because that's a literal copycat of me, but hey!!! They're fun and that is all that matters (get coin in the face goofball). Got me a good arm to deal with Discord mods and another good arm to swing around like Spiderman.. But I miss the guy, they died because of me and it's so sad that I won't see them again 💔

The Corpse of King Minos - 10/10

Dapped up this guy so hard he died and healed my scoliosis. Hope he heals his brainworms wizards with fireballs that popped out of his eyes. I don't want that much eye contact buddy.

Gabriel - 10/10

Aside of his obvious attractiveness, a really fun guy!! I beat his ass, he got fired by upper angels and was supposed to die in 24hr unless he kills me (deadline is for real DEADline here), we fight again, I win, he has a moment of realisation, goes and kills his epmloyers, all upper angels, that stupid Council and then shows the beheaded to the public. Awesome. THE GOAT (greatest of them all) fr fr. We love you Gabriel

Leviathan - 5/10

I don't like sea food, I don't like baby faces. But fight wasn't that hard.

Minotaur - 3/10

Why the hell is he chasing me on my train?! Go touch some grass or smth idk

1000-THR Defense System - 7/10

Fun, easy, but confusing. Yet not exciting.

1000-THR Earthmover - 1/10

It was sickening and depressing to fight this Evangelion boss. So many parkour, stupid pests, scary heights I had to go through, no, jump through. But the last cry of this metal creature? Healed me better than anything.

Flesh Prison ?-10

has goofy ahh loking mouth (im not feeding you) no pic doesnt deserve it

Minos Prime - 3/10

Not gonna fight this guy cuz I no no wanna. Besides, this isn't transformers, you are not a prime, you look like a long lost father of The Spot from spiderverse, unserious and unneeded use of "thy" (ok medieval grandpa), bet you are no fun.

Flesh Panopticon - 0/10

what are you. why are you.

SIsyphus Prime - 4/10

Agai, this is not transphormers, but he has a fun voiceline so I'll allow his existence I guess

[a-leg-without-fear]

I'm Not Good Enough🌧️

this movie was fucking ADORABLE i love it so much

Ship: Charlie Denton x gn!Reader

Rating: 13+

Wordcount: 994

Warnings: angst, alcohol, self-doubt, anxiety

Series: Leg's Tuna Tober

Chilled beer flowed past your lips as you drank from the green bottle. The fizz tickled at the back of your nose, bitter and biting, before gliding down your throat. Condensation clung to the glass and wetted your palms.

The digital clock on the end table to your left read "10:23pm," almost half an hour since Max had gone to bed. He would undoubtedly still be awake. That little trouble maker was always working on Atom, reading a booklet on robot boxing, or sketching away at his next big project. His mind never seemed to stop swirling inside his 10-year-old head.

You supposed he got that whirlwind of a brain from his father. Charlie was always two steps away from a nervous breakdown. Anxiety riddled his tired mind on an hourly basis. He'd constantly look to you for reassurance, whether it was about his parenting, his career, or simply how he treated you as a partner.

He sat to your right on the brown leather couch. Twin bottle of beer to your own clutched in his hand, body practically melted into the sofa, head resting back on the cushions with his eyes firmly shut. Wrinkles cracked his tanned skin in the corners of his eyes and the space between his furrowed brows.

"Doing okay?" you asked as quietly as you could, scared to break the uneasy silence that had settled ever since Max was sent to bed. The air in the cluttered living room was heavy with an unidentifiable unease.

Charlie shrugged as his hazel eyes fell open, "Usual bullshit. Don't worry 'bout me."

You sighed as you set your beer on the end table. An array of rings were stained into the light wood from countless nights spent drinking on the couch. Leather creaked under the weight of you shifting to face Charlie.

"I'm always worried about you, hon. What's going on?" you insisted with a gentle prod against his shoulder. He grunted at the poke, lazily swatting your hand away.

"Don't wanna bother you. Forget it," he muttered. Further worry lines creased along his face as he took a long drag from his beer bottle. His Adam's apple bobbed with each thick swallow.

A sigh blew from your pursed lips in a thin stream. Dating someone as anxiety-ridden as Charlie had its challenges. You tried your best to navigate through the raging tempest inside his mind, course-correcting his lost ship along the choppy waves, keeping him from sinking to the ocean floor.

Some days were easier than others. That metric ton of stress that weighed on his mind seemed to lighten, his smile wider, more energy spilling from his bright, hazel eyes. He'd be more willing to practice with Atom on the robot's boxing combinations or to guide Max through verbal commands.

Today was not one of those days.

"How about you tell me the first thought that pops in your head and we leave it at that?" you offered with a kind smile. Seeing your partner like this drove a grief-lined spear through your heart every time. Forced to watch as this extraordinary man folded in on himself, reduced to barely half of his size, as he wallowed in his racing heart and clouded brain.

Charlie considered your proposition for a few moments. He tilted his head back and forth, stretching the tense muscles lining his broad neck.

"Alright," he finally said. You sat up straighter amongst the couch cushions. Focus fully fixed on the man beside you, chin resting in your palm and eyes passing between each of his. He sighed, clearly uncomfortable with your undivided attention, then mumbled, "I feel like I'm not good enough. For Max... And for you."

You kept your expression neutral as his words slammed into your stomach like a sack of bricks. Swallowing the lump that'd gathered in your throat, you said, "What makes you think that?"

"I'm always like this. Always caught up in my own head, not giving both of you the attention that you need. That you deserve," Charlie nearly rambled, voice barely above a whisper. The words tumbled from him like stones dipped in sorrow.

"Both Max and I know that you have your quirks," you began in a joking manner, attempting to lighten the dreary mood, "No one's perfect, Charlie. No one expects you to be at 110% every single day. You're not one of our robots, you're a human. And a great father, at that. I see the way Max looks at you. That kid loves you so damn much. He's a smart kid, he understands what you're going through. Guess what? Doesn't make him love you any less."

The brief speech seemed to settle on Charlie's shoulders like thick snow. His breath shuddered, lower lip quivering, as he screwed his eyes shut, "Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do, hon. We both love you," you said softly while running a hand through his buzzed hair. The short strands tickled at the skin between your fingers.

He threw you off kilter as large arms enveloped you in a tight embrace. His pointed nose buried in your hair, beer long forgotten on the floor, arms squeezing you so tight you couldn't even dream of escaping. Not that you wanted to.

You were quick to return the hug, hands locking behind Charlie's back. Gentle hums leaked from your closed lips as you rested your chin on his shoulder. A little off-key, not quite matching the song you and Charlie had claimed as your own, but it comforted him nonetheless. He settled in your arms like a deflated balloon.

Anxiety is not an easy thing to deal with. It wracks one's mind with endless worry and near-paranoia at times. Makes one's heart race, their skin itching like it's on fire, stomach tying itself in knots. One day you'd get Charlie to see a therapist. Until then, you'd continue plotting his course through the hurricane and into your open arms.

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[nicnak20]

Milestones:

*Nicholas celebrates his son, Colin's milestones with you, while he relishes in the joy of fatherhood and the precious moments with his child.*

You leaned against the counter, a steaming mug of herbal tea warming your hands, watching Nicholas with an amused smile. He was orchestrating what could only be described as a full-blown celebration around…peas. Not just any peas, mind you. These were organic, lovingly steamed peas, destined for the tiny, adorable mouth of their eight-month-old son, Colin.

"Alright, team," Nicholas announced, clapping his hands together with the gusto of a motivational speaker addressing a stadium crowd. "Operation Pea-tiful First Meal is a go! Are we ready to witness history in the making?"

You chuckled, raising your mug in a mock salute. "Born ready, Captain Pea-tiful."

He grinned, his brown eyes sparkling with an almost theatrical excitement. Nicholas, your Nicholas, your wonderfully, endearingly over-the-top Nicholas, thrived in these moments. Fatherhood had unlocked a whole new level of enthusiasm in him, painting his already kind and loving nature with vibrant shades of pure, unadulterated joy.

Colin, strapped into his high chair, bounced with baby energy, oblivious to the momentous occasion unfolding around him. He gummed on a rubber giraffe, his dark brown curls, so like Nicholas's, bouncing with each movement. Nicholas knelt beside the high chair, a small, brightly coloured bowl of mashed peas in one hand and a miniature spoon in the other.

"My little man," Nicholas cooed, his voice softening to an almost absurdly tender pitch. "Today, you embark on a culinary adventure of epic proportions. Today, you meet… the pea." He dramatically presented the bowl to Colin as if unveiling a priceless treasure.

You suppressed a laugh, watching Colin’s reaction. He blinked, glanced at the bowl, and then back at his giraffe, seemingly unimpressed.

"Okay, maybe not epic proportions yet," Nicholas amended, his cheerful tone unwavering. "But trust me, buddy, these are good. Mama made them with love." He winked at you, and your heart warmed.

You had to admit, even though the ‘pea ceremony’ was a bit much, it was undeniably sweet. This was Nicholas. He celebrated everything with such fervent passion and unwavering optimism. Milestones, big and small, became occasions for joy, for laughter, for making memories. And you loved him for it.

He dipped the tiny spoon into the vibrant green mush, holding it up to Colin. "Open wide, champ! Choo-choo! Here comes the pea train!" He made train noises, his eyebrows wiggling comically.

Colin, still more interested in his giraffe, remained stubbornly closed-mouthed. Nicholas persisted, making airplane noises now, then rocket ship noises. He even tried a robotic voice, "Beep boop, incoming peas!"

You watched, trying not to giggle too loudly. Nicholas was pulling out all the stops. Finally, after a series of increasingly silly sounds and facial contortions, Colin opened his mouth, more out of curiosity than anything else, you suspected.

Nicholas beamed, slipping the spoonful of peas in. Then… nothing. Colin chewed thoughtfully, his little brow furrowed in concentration. He looked like a tiny food critic contemplating a complex dish.

"Well?" Nicholas held his breath, eyes wide with anticipation. "What do you think? Is it… delicious? Amazing? Life-changing?"

Colin promptly spat the pea puree all over Nicholas’s face.

A beat of stunned silence. Then, you burst out laughing. Nicholas blinked, covered in a splatter of green, his expression shifting from eager anticipation to bewildered shock. Colin, oblivious to the comedic chaos he’d unleashed, grinned, delighted with the new game of ‘spit-the-peas’.

Nicholas, after a moment of comical frozen stillness, slowly wiped his face with the back of his hand, a pea sliding down his cheek. He looked at you, then back at Colin, a slow, bewildered grin spreading across his face.

"Okay," he chuckled, his voice slightly muffled by pea remnants. "Maybe… not life-changing. Yet."

He wiped his face again, this time taking a napkin you handed him. "Well, at least we know his aim is excellent." He said, then looked at Colin with genuine warmth. "You okay there, buddy? Didn't like those, huh?"

Colin gurgled happily, reaching for another mouthful of giraffe.

"Right," Nicholas said, taking a deep breath. "New strategy." He turned to you, a conspiratorial gleam in his eye. "Operation Pea-tiful First Meal: Phase Two. Distraction and Deliciousness."

He rinsed the spoon and then dipped it into a small jar of… what was that? You squinted. Was that… yogurt?

"Yogurt?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I thought we were doing peas?"

"We are," Nicholas said mysteriously. "But sometimes, a little… culinary diplomacy is required." He winked. "Trust me."

He then proceeded to coat the spoon in a thin layer of yogurt before adding a tiny dot of peas on top. He presented it to Colin again, this time with a softer, gentler approach.

"How about now, little man? Try this yummy yogurt train? With… a surprise passenger!" He whispered the last part dramatically.

Colin, intrigued by the yogurt, opened his mouth again. This time, he swallowed. And this time… he didn’t spit it out. He actually… seemed to like it. He smacked his lips together and reached for the spoon again.

Nicholas pumped his fist in the air, a silent cheer of victory. "Yes! Success! Operation Pea-tiful First Meal: Phase Two is a resounding triumph!" He whispered excitedly, as if Colin might somehow understand and be embarrassed by his father’s over-the-top enthusiasm.

You laughed, shaking your head. He was ridiculous, but utterly, utterly endearing. He continued feeding Colin, alternating between yogurt-covered peas and just yogurt, slowly, patiently, coaxing him to try the green mush. Colin wasn't exactly devouring the peas with gusto, but he was tolerating them, even occasionally making a little ‘yum’ sound.

With each tiny spoonful swallowed, Nicholas celebrated as if Colin had just won an Olympic gold medal. "Good job, buddy! You’re a pea-eating champion! High five!" He offered Colin a high five, which Colin, of course, promptly tried to gum instead.

The whole process was messy, chaotic, and utterly hilarious. By the end, both Colin and Nicholas were covered in pea puree and yogurt. You, miraculously, had managed to stay relatively clean.

As Nicholas wiped Colin’s face with a damp cloth, his eyes were shining with pure, unadulterated fatherly love. "You did so great, buddy," he murmured, nuzzling his nose against Colin’s cheek. "You’re the bravest pea-eater I know."

He looked up at you, his face smeared with peas, his hair slightly disheveled, but his smile radiating warmth and joy. "See? Told you he'd love them. Just needed a little… encouragement." He winked again, completely oblivious to the fact that the ‘encouragement’ involved copious amounts of yogurt diplomacy.

You walked over and gently wiped a smear of pea puree off his forehead. "You’re something else, Nicholas," you said softly, your heart overflowing with affection.

"Something else good, right?" he teased, his eyes dancing.

"Something else wonderfully, ridiculously, utterly perfect," you corrected, leaning in to kiss him, tasting a faint hint of peas.

He grinned against your lips. "That's my line."

Later that evening, after Colin was bathed and sleeping soundly, you and Nicholas sat on the porch swing, watching the California sunset paint the sky in vibrant hues of orange and pink. Nicholas had changed into a clean shirt, but a faint green stain still lingered near his hairline, a badge of honor from the day’s ‘pea adventure’.

"He actually ate them," Nicholas said softly, a hint of wonder still in his voice. "He really ate peas. Our little boy is eating solid food." He sounded genuinely awestruck, as if witnessing a miracle.

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "He did. And you made it the most wonderfully over-the-top, hilariously memorable first pea experience anyone could ask for."

Nicholas chuckled, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer. "I just… I want to celebrate everything with him, with you. Every little milestone. Every first. It's all so precious, you know?"

You knew. You felt it too. This overwhelming joy, this fierce love for this tiny human they had created together, and for the wonderfully enthusiastic, devoted man beside you.

"It is precious," you whispered, looking out at the sunset, feeling the warmth of Nicholas beside you, and the quiet, peaceful feeling of knowing that life, with all its messy, pea-covered, yogurt-diplomacy moments, was perfectly, beautifully, comically perfect. And you wouldn't have it any other way. Especially not with Nicholas, Captain Pea-tiful, by your side, celebrating every single, glorious, milestone, big or small, with a heart full of love and a face covered in baby food.

[aquaticwolfkuri]

You HATE Me, But I Hate YOU More: Ch.10

(I'm sorry I don't have the chapter art, I promise to finish it soon)

In the absolute middle of nowhere in space shmillions of miles away, Zim and his ship miraculously survived the blast thanks to Minimoose’s quick thinking, by using his own power core to power the Vootcrusier’s shield… but the ship was barely holding itself together.

And Zim?, well, he's been out cold for 72 hours while Gir sang his favorite doom song.

Zim eventually awakens, groaning from the pain his body was in, but thankfully his pack had already healed his broken limbs. 

“Ugh… Gir, what happened?” He asks.

“The giant taco ship exploded and it made a big hole that sucked us in” The robot explained.

“A black hole? And we survived? I’m amazing! The Tallest will be so proud when they hear about this”  Zim says, completely amazed by his own abilities. He quickly starts going over the voot cruiser’s condition, but he wouldn’t be able to use his pack to do any repairs if he wanted his body to recover quickly, so in the meantime, he would use a few of his other tools that were lying around.

Finally, once the ships navigation systems are working, Zim checks their current location, only to be  completely caught by surprise.

“The back hole, it must have sent us Smilions of miles away from our original location… but.. what's this??? The year has gone ahead by 5 years!? 5 years!? The Tallest must think I died during the mission!”

Zim begins to panic, quickly attempting to repair the Voot’s communications systems, hoping to contact the armada and bring the news of his survival to his Tallest… but then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the photo of him and Dib.

“Dib….T-The Urth! Dib must think I ran away from my mission…! I-I have to get back to Urth! I have to get back to D- My mission.. “ Zim says, tearing his eyes away from the photo, but he makes sure to safely tuck it away in his pocket when Gir and Minimoose aren't looking.

It would only take the next 24 hours before Zim’s pack would fully recover his body's damage, and only another 72 hours before he would get the Vootcrusier fully up and running again. But once he does, he quickly begins to navigate their way back home to Urth, deciding to contact the Tallest once he's set his base back up. It takes about what feels like a million hours before the planet finally comes back into view, and Zim can't help but feel a bit anxious, as it had been so long, and Dib- He quickly brings his thoughts to a stop, shaking his head.

They finally reach the large planet, breaking through the atmosphere and landing in their old neighborhood, looking as if he never even left.

“Now to- “as soon as Zim steps out of the Vootcrusier, he's shoved to the ground and his hands cuffed together by a familiar device, but it seemed to be a newer model.

“I knew you would be back, Zim” The voice sounded so familiar… so much like Dib’s, but it couldn't be, It was deeper than Dib usually sounded.

“Eh!? Unhand Zim you FILTHY Human!” Zim says, rolling over and quickly kicking off whoever was on top of him, but he's surprised when he sees the familiar piece of hair on top of the much taller man’s head, as well as those stupid glasses fixed to that large head.

“Damn Zim, you're still so damn small but you still hit like a fucking truck” The taller man says, a little bit irritated, but he still smiles at the smaller alien.

“Eh??? D….Dib?? Is that really you???l” Zim says, feeling his heart suddenly begin to pound. Dib was always  a bit taller than him, sure, but Dib was even taller now, he was nearly as tall as professor Membrane… This irritated Zim.

“That’s right Zim, it's me. But uh… you're… so much smaller than I remember” Dib says, almost a bit disappointed that the alien didn't evolve into some kind of giant monster. But before Zim can say anything, Dib punches the alien square in the face.

“That was for ditching me at prom 5 years ago ,you piece of shit!” Dib says, crossing his arms.

“Gah! That was 5 years ago DIB! Get over it!” Zim says, though to him it's only been a few hours.

“Yeah, well I know you have something to do with Plotty going missing Zim. She went missing as soon as you left Earth…!” Dib narrows his eyes.

“Whaaat??? That's crazy. I would never harm the filthy Urth girl.” Zim says nonchalantly, but Dib clicks a small button on a device in his hand, and the cuffs suddenly Zap him.

“Gah!! You wretched human!!” Zim says, trying to pray his hands free.

“Just admit it Zim! You did something to Plotty!” Dib demands. Zim growls. How was the Dib-monkey still obsessing over that human girl after 5 years??? He thought blowing her up would have removed her influence, but perhaps that putrid smell she omidid did permanent damage to Dib’s brain? 

“How was she so powerful??? No matter, Zim will not lose to her, for Zim is the ultimate genius!” Zim says, as if declaring war on someone.

“Zim, what the hell are you-” Suddenly, Dib’s phone begins to ring. He stares at the alien for a moment before clicking a different button on his remote, unlocking Zim’s handcuffs before he answers the call.

Zim narrows an eye, suspicious of the human, but he's just happy to be free of those damn cuffs.

His antennas stand up, trying to listen in on Dib’s phone call, but he can't quite make out what the other person is saying, however, Dib’s response seems to suggest something positive was informed to him.

Dib hangs up the phone. “Alright Zim, I've got work to do, but don't think I won't stop trying to foil your mission to take over the earth” He says to the smaller alien.

“Work?? What work?” Zim says, confused that Dib would even waste his time on anything else.

“I'm a private investigator, Zim. While you were gone, I graduated from highschool and finished college earlier than our other classmates, all so I could be ready when you came back” Dib explains.

Zim stares at him, still somewhat… conflicted. To him, no time has passed at all, yet somehow that black hole had sent him 5 years into the future. Dib still seemed to be Dib, but he was much older, taller, and was working some kind of Urth job now…

“Where did you even go? Back to Irk?” Dib asks.

“Huh? That has nothing to do with you, Dib-monkey” Zim says, tossing his device into the ground and rebuilding the house, giving Dib a wave of nostalgia, since he hadn't seen that familiar building in so long…

“Alright Zim, I still want answers from you, but I've got other things to take care of first. But I WILL be back for you, and you better believe I won't let you get away with kidnapping Plotty!” Dib says before stepping into a nearby black car and driving off.

Zim begins to wonder what else might have changed, but regardless, he would focus on setting up his base and informing his Tallest of his return, and oh boy were they surprised when he does.

Zim was truly the mightiest of roaches; always coming back even when you think it's finally dead.

[jackienoob004]

My Kirby Right Back at Ya OC named Bruno

Bruno, who has a traumatic memory from the past from his family, especially his father's, which influenced him as a person who gets angry and negative and also cruel, who can be brutally violent towards someone, someone who hurts others physically or mentally, but even then he can still be with a kind heart.

He came from the planet earth who escaped to other planets, after that time he went through a lot, he met one Waddle Dee who gave him a bandana so that he wouldn't get confused by the same waddle dees and called him Bandada Bee who became Bruno's faithful companion who would follow Bruno even if over time divided he still finds him. after that he met Sirica where he learned from her the events about the Star Warriors who fought against eNeMeE and their monsters, and also at that time Sirica taught Bruno and waddle dee to fight with different weapons.

After some time Bruno and Bandana Dee were attacked by a monster that belonged to eNeMee but Bruno was kidnapped and Bandada Dee split up for a while and was taken to eNeMeE's Fortress where he met eNeMeE himself and gave Bruno's ability that he can produce special energy from his body, and with that energy he has the ability to create yellow electricity that comes out of his body, mainly from his hand, with that electricity he can create some kind of orange matter, of different shapes, according to his imagination, which he mostly uses during battle and creates shields or imprisons the enemies of his matter, but when the energy goes through his body, it cuts off a piece of his body, when the energy has to get out, he accidentally injured himself while using his ability.

Adeleine (who also worked for Nightmare Enterprises as a scientist) helped him and designed special gloves so that when Bruno produces energy, it will go out without harming his body so that he can use his abilities after that, he was trained in fighting and using his skills. Which was trained by a demon-looking man with big horns, where he improved in fighting. After that one person named MOR who is the head of his company who manufactures weapons, spaceships, and robotic suits, just anything technological who served eNeMeE, who enslaved beings named Jacobites (a race known in their cultures as some of the best and most creative engineers in the galaxy), built the entire Fortress, he was impressed by Bruno's skills and after a long time he bought him so that Bruno could serve him for him and began to invest in him in a program called Project B01, which was handed over to various teams of Jacobites to researches and experiments on Bruno in the laboratory and designed the suit as armor for his protection and also to protect the plastic tanks and hoses inside the suit and also designs weapons and gadgets on the suit, her project from Bruno make it an unstoppable force, and the suit, weapons and gadgets in the suit and also the Jacobites create replacement fluids that are cloned from certain energy from Bruno, which can charge him and put extra on plastic tanks for resources that are hidden in parts of the suit behind his head, which will go to Bruno's hand through these hoses and from which he can create electricity from the body. But still outside of his suit he is just as vulnerable, if you destroy the protection of the parts of the suit and the inside of the suit which are his weaknesses, and you can kill him.

In the events where Kirby defeated eNeMeE and their group let the whole eNeMeE's Fortress explode and destroy for good and not all the workers and monsters were evacuated for time Bruno could only watch as his suit was turned off and he could not move in it he was taken to of a spaceship to another planet Jacobites that Mor owns and made the same planet a hundred whole factories, where he was further experimented and his suit and overall project was finished and worked for MOR as an eliminator who pursues his victims no matter where they run who has one task to eliminate what he gives him to order, but after each failure he will punish him with his with a whip or he will kill someone that Bruno cared about.

[umbralundertaker]

hai…… looks at you with my eyes beautifully and shyly……… do you have any ulysses headcanons or thoughts in general or anything :3

I'm glad other people still recognize how great and awesome and badass he is. My Ulysses thoughts are HE IS THE BEST CHARACTER IN FNV AND PEOPLE LIKING GRAHM OVER HIM IS STRAIGHT UP RACISM ☹️☹️ Grahm has some interesting stuff going on but the plot of Honest Hearts just ruins it. Meanwhile Ulysses feels like a slam dunk character-wise. He was so shockingly well written compared to the rest of the DLCs and even the main game. He's a cut above the rest.

Of course my main draw is that Ulysses is the absolute perfect foil to the Courier. It's an impressive feat considering that you can choose the personality of your character and what path you want them to take; there is no canon Courier. But the writers did Ulysses exactly right imo. The Courier having no memory of their past and a big wide future laid out for them- sometimes even control over a whole city- a future they have the power to create. While Ulysses is stuck in the past and doesn't have the autonomy to make a life for himself in the future. The Legion and the Courier have controlled his past and his choices, and now he feels like all he can do is lash out angrily at the world. His obsession with icons and flags and bears and bulls makes him all allegiances compared to your free and untethered soul. He's aware of the pain he and the Courier goes through, but that awareness only makes his life more painful. It makes fact that you can reach out to and help him SO satisfying. His and the Courier's characters complete each other and are their missing pieces.

I honestly think that he should have been in the main game (if there was space). He feels so integral to the game and the person you play as. His influence and actions being felt throughout the whole main game and all the DLCs makes him SO IMPORTANT to the overarching plot. Lonesome Road as a whole is so good for the message of Fallout. Yeah Dead Money is really apt too, but I feel like Lonesome Road gives a lot of the themes and messaging of Fallout a more personal dimension. Hanging onto the past doesn't just ruin society, it ruins the lives of every individual person in it. It turns the most kind and passionate people into what you see Ulysses as in game.

And I'm such a big fan of how Lonesome Road is JUST Ulysses. It feels so intimate. You can't just shoot tribals and pick the most absurd dialouge option anymore. You can't look away from him and focus on more bright and fun characters. It's just you, a mute robot, and a man who has fashioned himself into a manifestation of grief. Even if you can't understand what he's talking about, the game constantly points you in the direction of you having to try. It's not your story, it's his. He has something very important to say and he will take an entire DLC and a ruined city to say it. Grab it with both hands and look in the eyes of your actions.

Aside from all that, his voice and manner of speaking is so iconic and memorable. Gravelly and intimidating and resigned and sad. I agree that he is hard to comprehend, I got an actual headache during the final showdown, but getting to know his deal is entirely worth the struggle. He's so alienated from everyone that he talks and thinks in a markedly different way from you, but he's still human. He misses his family and culture. He mourns for people needlessly killed. He even makes jokes sometimes. And in the end you can still make an effort to understand him, to give him some much needed human connection and support. And he accepts it because he is lonely and in pain but kind.

Anyways. Thanks for asking. Here's a Ulysses playlist me and my buddy made. If you have any suggestions I'm all ears...!

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Sensitive ❙ TP Starscream x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 1700+

Warnings: Smut ( touching and grinding ) possessive behaviour and robot x humon contact. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Love my favourite seeker! This was a lot of fun to write and I really enjoy making Starscream a little creepy. Thanks for sending through and hope you like it. 🥰

Tips☕

You are a specialist, just like Agent Fowler, both working together with the autobots. Only difference is you've never even met the autobots or visited their base, you only pass on information from Fowler to the president.

That was Starscream's mistake. You end up in Starscream's clutches and are kidnapped from your home. It was his idea to gain the location of the autobot base from you. That fails.

Once you are proven to be telling the truth your usefulness is doomed. You expect yourself to be disposed of at that moment, but Starscream doesn't do such a thing.

He keeps you, as a pet.

As annoyed as you were about this you knew death was something you didn't want, so you sucked it up and tried your best to tolerate Starscream.

Being trapped on the ship for so long did have an effect on you, and you find yourself missing the dirt ground. Much to your surprise Starscream allows you to get sun and fresh air from the desk, as if he cared about your wellbeing.

He talks a lot, complains a lot, dreams big, just like most others do. You can only simply agree with him because it's what he likes, for you to listen and agree. That's all you needed to do for him.

The months you've been held captive on the Nemesis has felt like an eternity. You were excessively bored and tired of waiting to be rescued, if you were going to be rescued.

In Starscream's quarters you have your own little area he made up for you. Escape wasn't an option unfortunately, you've tried, and it only got you no food and water for three days. You didn't want to go through that again.

All you could do to survive was behave.

But you needed release, something to help you get through, and the only thing that was managing that was simply touching yourself and bringing out as many orgasims as you could without being noticed.

Your hands are both deep under your sweat pants, fingers pumping into your depths as the other is rubbing at your clit in fast circular motions.

Eyes closed you tried to picture something to help you come undone, squeezing your legs together as you wiggle your hips in sync with your hands.

It used to be so easy but lately you've been struggling to bring yourself to an orgasim. Your imagination was going bland.

Letting out a long exhale you keep trying, picturing anything, even Fowler. He was a decent handsome man. Surely there has to be something there. However, that is a solid no. Nothing.

"Fuck!" You curse out of frustration as you roughly remove your hands and slump them against the bed you laid on, breathing heavily and feeling so uptight.

Your heart sank when you heard the familiar loud snicker. Turning your head you see Starscream, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, that smug look you just want to scratch away. How long has he been watching you? The pervert!

"Having trouble?" He asks, his grin never leaving. Sick bastard is enjoying this.

You don't answer and try to bury yourself in you small bed, eyes averting from his lingering gaze. Your heart only picked up when you heard him approach and open the glass cage he had you in.

"Oh you poor thing, are you unable to overload yourself?" His tone is mocking, and your silence only makes him cackle lightly again. "You know, our kinds are not so different. We all have needs."

Suddenly his servo is reaching out towards you. You want to move away but his warning glare told you to be still. His razor claws remove the thin blanket off you, making your breath hitch.

What is the bastard doing?

You watch nervously one of his sharp digits ghosts over your loose clothes and down against the outside of your thigh, causing you to make a sharp intake followed by a whimper.

You've always had sensitive thighs, and it only added to your growing arousal, which he mistakes as fear.

"Are you frightened my dear?" His voice purrs closely. "No need to be. If I truly wanted to hurt you I would have done so a long time ago."

He was right about that.

But that doesn't help with your nerves from what he is doing. His claw catches onto your sweatpants and tugs them, ripping the fabric and causing a surprised yelp to leave you.

You don't try to stop him, or tell him to stop. Confusion runs over your face as you realise what is happening. You're getting turned on by this, by Starscream.

Well shit.

Your sweatpants are in ruins and gone from you. Your breathing increases as you feel his claw snake up under your top, ripping that fabric as well in half. The sudden exposure makes your face heat up in embarrassment. But you don't try to cover yourself. You were curious where this might go.

Starscream is rather pleased with himself; he is able to have this kind of reaction from you. Over the time he's had you he's been watching, even when you didn't know. He sees everything.

As you lay naked under his gaze he can't help his curiosity and thought perhaps he might be able to help with your little problem. Using the back of his digit, careful to not cut you, he drags down from between your breasts and against your belly, rubbing back and forward gently and bringing interesting sounds out from you.

You swallow thickly feeling the cold metal of his digit against your skin. Simply this is building warmth in your core, and that freaked you out a little.

A decepticon is making you horny. Terrific.

Another digit moves to your outer thigh, causing you to jump from the contact and another whimper leaving you.

"So sensitive." Starscream purrs, delight filly his voice and lustful gaze. "Humans are so delicate, yet I can't help but find myself more curious and drawn towards you."

His words linger through your ears but you don't really respond. Your breath hitches again as he adds a little pressure against your thigh, causing your back to arch up a little. Your nipples are so hard and perk already as you feel yourself becoming very damp in your core.

You haven't felt like this in a while. Despite it being wrong, you craved more, even if it means getting your release from Starscream.

"How about you, y/n, are you curious?" There's another silky purr in his tone as he whispers closely, digits rubbing against your body with care.

"A little..." You can only manage to whisper back, knowing he was expecting an answer from you, but you were also not lying.

You feel the back of his cold digit move lower until you feel him rubbing right up between your legs against your core, across your already swollen clit and moist lips.

Letting out a startled moan you can't help yourself as you spread your legs and grind down against him, heated huffs leaving your lips, eyes closed, relishing what you've been seeking for a time.

Starscream lets out a satisfied snicker, that wide proud grin across his face as he watches you react perfectly. "So eager, so needy, so greedy."

"So are you." You shoot back at him bluntly, and that was your mistake.

You suddenly feel the sharp razors against your skin, ghosting against your thigh and perk nipple in a threatening manner as your breathing picks up and eyes shoot open.

"Careful, dear pet. You should know by now that I don't like being spoken to like that. Now, I believe an apology is needed from you."

Swallowing thickly you find your voice. "I'm sorry." Barely a meek whisper.

"Louder." His tone is dark.

"I'm sorry...Lord Starscream." You remember he likes being called that.

This seems to help as his razors were gone, flipping his servo and using the back of his digits again. His returning satisfied snicker was the response you needed to know he won't hurt you, for now at least.

"Good pet. Now, shall I continue?"

You can only nod eagerly and let out another moan as he starts to rub your core again, adding pressure little at a time as you grip the bed beneath you and grind your hips down against him again.

Starscream is loving your reactions. He had you, control, you are at his mercy and loving it.

Your clit grinds against him just perfectly. What you couldn't get before with your own hands he was doing now for you just right. There was no care, not bothered who this was or what you are doing, you just float in the pool of pleasure blooming through you.

Feeling your thighs shake due to your arousal you let out a hitched yelp as Starscream uses his other servo to trace against your sensitive thighs, knowing this is one of your weak spots.

"Starscream." His name slips from your lips, moaning for him to keep going.

"That's right, say my name. I've got you at my mercy. You're an eager girl you are, falling apart from simple touches."

If this was just simple touches, you are not sure just what else he could do to you to make you come undone like this.

Your hand moves down to hold into the smooth metal as the curve of his digit bends right against your core and rubs firmly across your clit. Your other hand moves to your breast as you play with yourself, letting out soft gasps that turn into whimpers as you feel your toes curl and thighs quivery violently through the intense building arousal through you.

Suddenly, and shocking yourself, your core snaps. A powerful orgasim rushed through your entire body causing a loud high pitched moan to leave you. Juices soak between her thighs and over Starscream's digit still pressed and rubbing against you before slowly coming to a stop.

Slumping back in a panting mess you feel the back of Starscream's moist digit covered in your juices trace up against your body and across your breasts, making you moan lowly as the electricity continues to spark through you.

"Such a good human. Oh, what fun we shall have." He lets out a dark cackle lightly, red optics blazing across you as you lay there in your satisfied state.

Lots of fun indeed.

[danganronpadedication]

DAY 1 & DAY 2: DANGANTOBER

Day 1: Favorite Protagonist Is it really a surprise on this one? Hajime Hinata is my favorite protagonist, by far. Don't get me wrong, I love the other protags as well, but Hajime will always have my heart. He is my husband, he is my girlfriend, and he is me. If I were a combo of two Danganronpa characters, I'm Tsumugi and Hajime.

During my first playthrough of SDR2, I didn't expect to really like him all that much. Makoto had been such a great and impactful protagonist, and I didn't think Hajime would be able to top that. How wrong I was. I could write essays about this man if I had the time and the patience. There's just so much rattling in my brain about him. He's so baby girl.

First of all, he reacts just like I would in that kind of situation. Because, let's be real, if I thought I was about to start a semester at my dream school, only to somehow be teleported to a remote, tropical island with a robotic rabbit magical girl for a teacher, I'd have to take a moment to crouch down in the sand and have a bit of a breakdown too. He's so real for that. There would be moments in game, where something would happen, I'd make a joke, and then Hajime would say the exact same thing, almost verbatim.

He is my favorite character to project onto. He's a burnt out gifted kid, that's why he wants to be special so bad. He wants to feel like he still had potential and value. He just like me frfr. He's got that dog in him, but depending on the day, that dog is a loyal German Shepherd, or a sopping wet chihuahua. He's such a sweetie, but also so sarcastic. He's the kind of person that I actually want to be friends with or date in real life.

I really like his dynamics with everyone in-game too, and that includes the dude who shares this post with him. He was a bit more assertive that Makoto, but honestly, Makoto's more assertive and Hajime's less confrontational than people remember. But Hajime's always talking mad smack in his mind when anyone does anything, and in all fairness, he's the least freaky on an island full of freaks.

His relationship with Chiaki, whether you think it's romantic or not, is also really heartwarming, and heart breaking at the same time. Tears were shed when she died (both times), and when she shows up for some life advice from beyond the grave (both times). Their friendship in both the game and anime is just so real, and wholesome, and I really wish we could've seen more of it.

Towards the end of the game, he's especially engaging, because that's when the glory that is Johnny Yong Bosch's voice acting is on full display. By the time he's being confronted by AI Junko and the Future Foundation members, he's lost two bad bitches he had chemistry with, found out he's been inside a simulation this whole time, learned that he went through a procedure that fundamentally transformed his identity, and that he's associated with the group that was a big part in the end of the world, all within twenty-four hours. The way it's acted is with such genuine turmoil and anguish, it's so amazing. Once again, if that were me, I'd be tweaking just as much. In fact, he's not tweaking ENOUGH.

Finally, the Izuru plotline. Once again, this was something I didn't think I'd like. ''Oh really? So the dude we were playing as this whole time is the mastermind and he didn't even know it? What a cop out." But actually, it's very engaging. I have fixated on it, send help, I've spent too long analyzing every moment of this L'Oreal model known as Izuru Kamukura. Izuru could honestly be a whole post on his own, so I won't harp on him for too long. All I'm saying is that the fic "Made Perfect" by Lexichae on Ao3 is on my to-read list, and I don't usually read fanfiction.

Hajime deserves all the hugs and kisses and cuddles in the world, and I am happy to deliver unto him. <3 PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Day 2: Favorite Antagonist These two go hand in hand (hehe), so it works out that I forgot to do yesterday's Dangantober prompt and had to make up for it today. Out of the three main antagonist characters of the series, Nagito is definitely my favorite. I want to be able to hang out with him, I feel like it'd either be the calmest, or wildest hangout ever. Something will go wrong, but the caliber of tragedy is what will shake things up. I want to hold his frail hands and give him a self-care night, and I also know that after he's all cleaned up and relaxed, he's going to probably blow something up.

I love how, in the beginning of the game, Nagito's just the most chill guy ever towards Hajime. He's kind of a weird ally to start with. He walks around with Hajime, introduces him to everyone else, and gives him a guided tour of the available areas. He dogs on him too, but let's be honest, Hajime's the kind of guy who would be really fun to annoy. Nagito's also really silly in his own manga, such as the scene where he wakes up Hajime by pulling on his ahoge. But his chill demeanor doesn't last too long, because by the end of the chapter 1, there's already such a change to his personality that makes him so engaging.

He plans a crazy and well-thought out murder plot, which shows just how calculated and manipulative he can be. The part where he starts genuinely tweaking in trial 1 is hilarious too, and Bryce Papenbrook's acting there is so iconic. They paid that man the big bucks. He is so smart and conniving in chapter 5, anticipating factors for his little plot that'll happen after he's dead, and that showcases just how intelligent he is.

But beyond that chapter, he manages to be a big help in the trials, while still being a little scamp and a freak. No matter how condescending he is, let's be real, their chances of surviving trial 4 would've been much lower if he wasn't there. On the topic of chapter 4, I also really love how his entire mindset shifts upon the discovery of everyone being the Remnants of Despair, it really helps explore the psychology of Nagito Komaeda, which is a probably an enigma to even himself.

His backstory is so tragic, that it's almost comedic, I want to give him the biggest hug that would probably crush his frail bones into dust. The best part is that he's still chill. even after he's shown to be batshit insane. For example, in the chapter 5, when the group basically jumps him and tries to subdue him again.

"There's no use struggling!" "...But I'm not struggling." It's not his first rodeo, we all know that he got knocked unconscious by Kazuichi and Nekomaru in chapter 2, but he just rants and rolls with it. I'd listen to him rant, as we work on drinking the MOUNTAIN of Mr. Hopper he got in the anime. As a Dr.Pepper fan, he's so real for that. Speaking of the anime, he's a sweetheart and his voice is so comforting. He knows how to be a character that goes from 0 to 500, and look good doing it.

I know he's supposed to be a big, bad, scary Remnant in UDG, but they made Servant a little cutie pie. I may be biased because I just love the Remnants of Despair, but he's just a sweetie who was unjustly used as a punching bag the whole game. He didn't really even do anything in-game that was threatening. He was more of a threat in SDR2. The others were off committing war crimes, and he became a single father of five. Though, the lines he says in that game are extremely sus, I can't tell if Bryce Papenbrook was paid too much, or not enough to say those things. They held my guy at gunpoint in that recording booth.

The hand thing is freaky, I'll give him that, but it's very good insight into the psychology of the Remnants versus the psychology of Nagito as a Remnant, since he's vastly different. His love for hope and hatred for Junko and despair remaining core personality traits, even while in despair, is so interesting. SPEAKING OF LOVE FOR HOPE, THAT MAN IS GA-

Was it casual when you said "From the bottom of my heart, I am truly in love with the hope that sleeps inside you."

He's quotable too, many of his lines are things that go through my head on a daily basis.

I want Nagito, I wanna give him hugs and kisses and self-care nights, and maybe commit a crime or two together <3

PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Me to Hajime and Nagito frfr.

Wish I could draw for dangantober, but alas, I am not confident enough in my art yet to do so. Maybe next year. I have no mouth and I must type rants.

-Mod Tsumugi

[kyouxa]

Amnesia World: Normal World (Ukyo‘s END + CG)

This is the ending you receive when you play all of Ukyo‘s hangouts. If you get most of the memory puzzles, you will unlock the Criminal World.

Nova: As I thought, Ukyo should be your main concern. After all, he is an amateur, but he was forced to be on the floor.

He seems to be performing as the photographer and trying to keep out of the spotlight…

Camera clicks

Ukyo: Nice one, I took it at the right time. Ikki, your smile is stunning.

I should try approaching Kent next… if he lets me snap a photo. If not, I’ll just secretly take one from his blind spots— 

Customers enter

Shin: Sorry, Ukyo. No one else is free right now; could you go greet our customers?

Ukyo: — Eh, me!? Wait, I can't greet any customers!!

Shin: Saying that doesn’t change anything. I’m already at my limit here too, y’know.

Just say the lines you learned and guide them to their seats.

Ukyo: O-Okay, got it. I think I can manage that much…

W-Welcome! Prince… Nn

Nova: Ah, he bit his tongue…

Ukyo: I-I’m sorry! I’ll try again!

Woman 1: S-Sure.

Ukyo: Welcome, princess. May I have your hand? I’ll guide you to your seat then.

Nova: Yes, he did it right this time…

Ukyo: …..

Nova: — But he’s super stiff.

Ukyo: Um… I think it said, "Gently take the customer’s hand and stride together to their seat"...right?

O-Okay. Let’s go then. Please follow me slowly.

Nova: …He’s guiding her more or less, but they’re moving like robots. I think she’s just as confused as he is…

Woman 2: Um, are you okay? If you prefer, you can just tell us where to sit…

Ukyo: N-No, I’m fine! Table one is just a short walk away!

…Um, I’m sorry. For being touched by someone like me, I mean.

I’m sure the other princes could have escorted you more skillfully.

Woman 1: N-No, that’s not true—

Ukyo: But I’m also trying my best!

As you can see, I’m clumsy and lack the ability to express myself as well as the others.

But I just want you ladies to enjoy your time at the cafe for now...

I don’t want anyone to feel anything apart from that here.

Woman 1 & 2: …..

Woman 1: …Okay.

Woman 2: Please keep escorting us then.

Ukyo: S-Sure… !

Woman 2: By the way… would you mind if we took a photo together later?

Ukyo: Eh, with me? I think the picture would look better if you chose another prince—

Woman 2: What are you talking about? You are more than attractive enough.

Woman 1: She’s right. Please have more confidence in yourself.

Ukyo: Eh, Ah—

…Thank… you…

Woman 1&2: Cute…

Nova: …He’s captivating the hearts of these women in a far different way than Ikki and the others are.

He’s far from a perfect prince, but you can see he’s doing his best.

…On top of that, it’s a refreshing sight. You wouldn’t typically see this kind of charming sight at the Maid’s Sheep…

10 minutes later

Nova: !!

Uwah, that scared me. That sound was—

Ukyo: …Ah, I’m sorry.

I was looking for a new subject to photograph when I came across you. I just happened to take a picture out of instinct. 

Haha, I was only photographing the guys, so I must have unconsciously decided to find a new subject.

My eyes are also getting tired, so I was going to take a break now.

Normally, this much photography isn’t a big deal for me… 

But they are all so dazzling... Despite the fact that there is no device that does this for them, their entire bodies seem to glow.

Nova: …Yes, I get what he means.

Ukyo: Also, as a photographer, the outfit I’m wearing makes me feel uncomfortable.

A prince with a camera. These two aren’t the best combination, right?

A man with long hair, dressed like this, holding a single-lens reflex camera, and clicking the shutter through the viewfinder...

It’s an indescribable sight, isn’t it?

Nova: …He’s right. If he did this anywhere else, he would almost certainly be questioned by the police. 

Ukyo: Ah, I ended up rambling to myself again.

Sorry for interrupting you, Y/N. I’ll go back then…

Choices

1) Are you fine working alone?

2) Are you used to serving customers?

— Are you fine working alone?

Ukyo: Hm? Yes, I’m fine with it. I’m just taking some photos as I usually do.

— Are you used to serving customers?

Ukyo: U-Umm… I wouldn’t say I’m used to it.

This was my first customer that I was serving right now.

Shin suddenly asked me to greet the new customers who came in. And then—

end Choice

Ukyo: …Um, did you by any chance watch me serve those customers just now?

Nova: Yup. We even got to hear the “Prince… Nn…” part perfectly.

Ukyo: …..

…Thank you. Your silence says everything.

U-Uwahh… That was one of the top three biggest mistakes ever, and I wish I could dig my own grave...!

And of all people, it’s you who saw me; what horrible timing! Did every bit of luck in the world leave me?

…Haa. I keep showing you my shameful side.

…Haha, but this is somewhat funny too.

Until now, I’ve been watching you guys from the perspective of a customer.

I never imagined the day when I’d be in the same position as everyone else.

I think I get why you keep working so hard at your part-time job here now.

Ukyo: You get to see everyone’s smiles every day. I really love this place.

My main job is as a photographer… And yet I also admire the work here.

If I were a little more skilled as a person, I would love to work part-time here too.

Then… once I joined the group, I would wonder if I’d be able to laugh together with everyone as well.

…Anyways, there’s no point in talking about something that can never happen.

Time skip

Nova: Finally we cleaned all the plates… That sure took some time.

You must be tired, right? You had a crazy busy afternoon today, after all.

The manager looked super happy… His face nearly burst with emotion when he realized how much we sold.

…I know you’re sleepy, but let’s make sure that the entrance doors are closed before we leave.

— Oh geez, the moment we go in, it looks like a horror scene.

That’s not the manager, though, is it? Judging from the silhouette, it’s probably—

Ukyo: …..

— Hm? Y/N.

You’re still here? I thought you already went home with Sawa and the others…

Ah, I wasn’t doing anything strange, if you wanted to know. I was just packing up my photography equipment. 

Look. Remember how I had this big set for the picture we took at the end with all the staff members? It was this.

…Well, I finished putting it away for a while already, though.

It was just so busy during the day that I felt hesitant to be alone again.

So I’ve just been sitting here, enjoying the lingering memories of what happened today.

…Because tomorrow I won’t be here anymore.

Nova: ….. ? What did he just say… ?

Ukyo: I’ve already overstayed far too long. To me, this place has become welcoming, which it cannot be.

I’ll leave now. It’s not good for you to be alone with me from the start.

…You’ve finally been able to live a peaceful life until now… I can’t risk ruining that for you.

Well, then — goodbye, Y/N.

Flashback

Ukyo: Thank you, Y/N.

Even though it was a short time, I’m glad I got to spend time with everyone… No, I’m glad I got time to spend with you especially.

Y/N: What are you… talking about?

It sounds like a goodbye if you say things like that…

Ukyo: …Because it is. I never intend to show myself to you again.

I thought it… might be possible here. But even that reality doesn’t seem to be as sweet as expected.

Y/N: W-Wait a minute. I don’t understand… What are you talking about, Ukyo?

You’re joking, right? You’re just leaving for work, right… ?

And once you’re done with work, you’ll come back, right?

Ukyo: …..

I’m sorry.

Y/N: ….. !

Ukyo: I’m happy I got to talk to you like this.

I’m happy that I got to talk to you in my final moments.

Goodbye, Y/N… I hope you’ll be happy.

Ukyo leaves

Y/N: …Wait.

Please wait! Why would you say something like that… !?

Please, don’t go… !

Flashback ends

Ukyo: ….. !?

W-What happened?

…You need to let go of my hand. I need to get going.

Nova: There’s no way we could let go of him after seeing a memory like that!

Ah, geez! There are so many things I’m curious about right now, but we need to put them all aside for the time being!

…Y/N.

I don’t think what he said was a joke. Especially after seeing the memory you just regained.

I’m sure there is a reason why Ukyo wants to "stay away" from you.

But don’t ignore his previous warnings, either.

…I know that my words have no power over you...

So, um… What I’m trying to say is…

If you want to trust him, I’ll trust him too.

You believe in him and care about him. You really don’t want to be separated from him; that’s why you’re stopping him, right?

I doubt you need to be on guard. And if that’s so, I’ll cut our connection for now.

This is all I can do for you... Now tell him. The rest is up to you.

Ukyo: …Y/N?

Why are you looking at me like that? I was just… trying to go back home, you know?

Y/N: Please, let me stay by your side.

Ukyo: ….. !

…Why would you say that?

Why are you holding out for me? Why don’t you let go of me?

Even though I kept warning you. You must’ve at least once thought about the things I said before, right… ?

Then why, why would you—

…..

I want to be by your side too… I don’t want to leave either…

Haha… it’s funny, isn’t it? I know I have no right to say something like that.

I’ve hurt you time after time… And yet I still want to be with you.

…But I can’t. The more time I spend with you, the greedier I become.

That’s why—

…..

I can’t. I give up.

You’re strangely stubborn, aren’t you? And that’s one thing that never changed about you.

…I’m sorry. Y/N.

…If it’s okay with you, would you allow me to be your prince just for a while?

…Ah, this feels like a dream.

Ukyo: I can’t believe my eyes; you’re really in front of me.

…And you’re warm.

I had left this tender warmth behind a long time ago... I really missed it.

…I know I have no right to touch you like I am right now.

This is the proof. See, my hands are shaking way too much.

…I’m scared. Scared that these hands might end up hurting you again.

And yet…

Even though I’m scared… I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you are.

I wish we could stay like this forever…

But I know I shouldn’t have wanted to hold you in my arms in the first place…

Haha, why do you look like you're on the verge of crying too?

Ukyo: There’s no need to be sad, Y/N. 

I want to be by your side.

I want to touch you once more.

Those are wishes I gave up long ago, but they have finally come true, if only for a moment.

That’s why I’m so happy right now.

So please, smile for me… princess.

If there’s anything I love most, it’s your smile—

Place: Outside

Ukyo: …..

Nhil: (— Have you lost your way, Ukyo?)

Ukyo: (...I’m sorry, Nhil. I know my own selfishness is in the way, but—)

(I wish from the bottom of my heart that I was still dreaming…)

(I know I might be imagining it, but this place…)

(For some reason the attacks on me in this world are weak.)

(I had hoped that Y/N and I might have a chance of surviving here.)

(...But in a world where I’m not supposed to be in, such a miracle can’t happen.)

Nhil: (...That’s not true. Miracles do happen. No, I will make them happen.)

Ukyo: (...Eh?)

Nhil: (— I did realize something. It is due to being in this different world.)

Nhil: (...I might be able to grant your wish. If all goes well, I might be able to change your fate in the “other world”—)

Ukyo: (There’s no way. After all, I’m—)

Nhil: (Don’t give up hope yet, Ukyo. We have to risk this chance to grant your wish for her.)

(I won’t let you be a prisoner of eternal fear — I swear.)

Ukyo: (...Nhil. You really… haven’t given up on my wish, have you?)

Nhil: (No, I haven’t.)

(Ukyo, there are two paths I can show you.)

(However, it is up to you to choose which one—)

one hour later

Nova: …..

…..

…Hm?

I’m sorry. You were looking for me, weren’t you?

I wanted to leave you alone earlier, so I cut our connection.

…Way to go, me. I can’t believe I left you hanging this time.

— I should’ve tried to look cooler in the end.

…Seems that the change just now was even clearly visible to you.

I‘ve gathered a lot of magical powers from today. It‘s even more than I had imagined.

This didn‘t just come from the simple wish of making the event a success…

It‘s the outcome of organizing a successful event and therefore, creating new memories with all of your loved ones.

I think it‘s something we all had in common, we must have shared the same wish unconsciously with one another.

Hehe, I feel like we‘ve been extremely lucky since I discovered my own abilities. 

Of course this is also thanks to your hard work. It must‘ve been troublesome to go through this every day, right?

And all I could do for you up to this point was just talk to you— 

But at the very end, at this moment… I can finally be helpful to you.

…However, you did an excellent job of handling the majority of the situations.

Was it because you weren‘t surprised or impatient with the fact that you had lost your personality? Or was it—

…..

Nova: …No, it‘s nothing. Let‘s get back on topic.

Y/N, you remember why I was saving these magical powers, right? 

…Yes, it‘s to get your memories back.

Although it would be ideal if you could remember everything on your own… but we couldn‘t get our hands on any useful information to begin with.

I want you to be able to go back to your everyday life as soon as possible though.

—That‘s why, Y/N, I‘d like to grant your wish. I mean, to have your memory returned to you.

I‘ve already got a grasp on how to manage these powers. I‘ll make this work, I promise.

…Well then, goodbye Y/N. Thank you for everything.

If it comes true, then maybe in this world—

Nova: …After our separation, you will forget about me.

Nova: — ?

Nova: But no matter what happens, I will never forget you. Especially the time we spend together in this world.

As a spirit named Nova, I am more proud of my fate than anything else for having met you, Y/N.

Goodbye, Y/N. Take care—

Nova: W-Was this… one of the memories she lost… ?

No, that can‘t be… ! Because this scene—

Place: Heroine‘s home

???: …..

…There‘s no way.

This is impossible. How can anything like that happen in reality… !?

…..

But if this wasn‘t a dream or any confusing memory… 

Then this world is—

The End

[starysky1289]

Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Reader. Father.

Shout out to @707bot1 for giving me the sudden inspiration to finish this <3

You left your English philosophy classroom in a rush, Vanessa had told you to meet her by the fountain before 2, so you could both go out and get something for lunch. You where to busy on moving that you didn’t see the man in front of you, bumping into him face first.

“ Oh my, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you. “

“ oh, not a problem kid, I shouldn’t be standing in the middle of the path anyways. “

You looked up at the man, he had wrinkled features, but still looked pretty young, had to be just above middle aged. He wore an old pair of thin metal framed glasses, and his hair was brown, combed over slightly. The lower part of his face was a stubble grey goatee that went up to his ears.

“ are you lost? Looking for someone? “

You politely asked, you’d still have time to meet Vanessa and help this kind stranger.

“ nah. Just looking at my building. Names on the plaque Yaknow. “

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, you looked up quickly at the plaque above the big doors.

The ‘ William Afton ‘ English Hall.

You practically shook with excitement, turning back him.

“ your Mr.Afton?! Oh this is amazing! I’m such a big fan sir, I’m studying to be an English major, an English philosopher to be exact! Oh but also author, I’m sorry I’m just so excited to meet you! “

“ Haha, oh no worries, why don’t I walk ya to where your going, so your not late. I’ll answer any questions you have too, love meeting a fan. What’s your name? “

“ Y/N! Y/N L/N. Oh my girlfriend won’t believe this, I’m meeting her now. Thank you for taking this time to do this. “

William smiled, offering his arm for you to hold. You graciously took it, wrapping your arm around it as you both walked. You’d ask him questions on his career, and he’d respond in big stories.

“ so, your a mechanic by trade, but you also Drabble in poetry? Those two can mix quite well if you know what to write! I once had to write a whole poem about a car. I had no clue how to make a ford F150 into a stanza. “

“ Ha! Yes, in my earlier years I worked in animatronic technology that was used to make performing robots much more interactive with children. But poetry has always been natural to me, I’d never forget it. “

“ amazing! That technology is surely something. Oh, there she is. Vanessa! Look who I found! “

You waved vigorously to the blonde sitting on the fountains edge. She glanced up at you, before staring at him. You let go of William’s arm and trotted up to her, taking her hand.

“ Vanessa, this is- “

“ well, if it isn’t my little rabbit. How had my girl been. “

Vanessa stayed silent, gripping your hand tighter as she stared at William.

“ Y/N, has Vanessa never told you? This..blonde law major is my daughter. I figured you’d realize from her last name. “

“ my name is Vanessa Shelly. Y/N let’s go. “

Your heart fluttered, you dated the daughter of the man whom you had looked up too for years.

“ why didn’t you tell me Nessa! Oh he should come get lunch with us! “

“ No Y/N. He’s not. Now let’s go. “

William chuckled again, rubbing his head.

“ ah, don’t worry about it. I can see Vanessa’s doing just well. Spending my black card on those outfits and god knows what else for your little house. Maybe I should stop by and meet everyone- “

“ NO DAD. Stay the fuck away from my sorority, stay the fuck away from this campus, and stay the FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRL. Now let’s go Y/N. “

Vanessa dragged you with her as she stormed off. You tried to wave bye to William as you left, but Vanessa just grabbed your hand. You made your way down to the parking lot. You sat in the usual passenger seat of Vanessa’s car, as she quickly started to drive off.

“ I don’t want you to ever. And I fucking mean EVER talk to my father again, do you understand me. “

“ why? You know I look up to him- “

“ He’s a horrible, horrible human. Now you fucking promise me you won’t talk to him again, let alone hold his arm like that. “

“ Ok! Ok fine, I won’t talk to him again. “

You both remained quiet on the rest of the car ride, starring out your window as she drove. When you both arrived at the small cafe, Vanessa pulled your face towards her by your chin, kissing you gently.

“ I just don’t want you getting hurt, ok baby? “

“ alright…I’m sorry..”

She kissed you once more, and smiled.

“ mm, good. I love you~ “

“ I love you too nessy…”