#wow remember when i was an animator yeah me neither

[peanutalergy]

Mr. Winston - SR x reader

The BAU doesn't really need your help with the case. Spencer does. tags: post prison! spencer, fem! child psychologist! reader. cm type violence (blood, murder, etc), traumatized child. pre-relationship yearning MAYBE ? maybe fluff also sorry i still don't know how to classify these things. the synopsis doesn't really make any sense because this is kinda spencer's pov but idk guys sorry im really tired. w/c: 1.5k (this was originally 5.4k words but then i reread it and found that i actually hated every single one of them so...) a/n: okay so wow... i had so much fun writing this (let's ignore most of my posts from the past two weeks) THE THING IS i sorta already had a pt2 to this but then i thought well we can't have that without the beginning so i did kinda write this in a rush im really sorry that it's so short and shitty. . . ALSO i really love this reader & i'd love to write more of her but if you don't like it then i don't like it either and i'll never write again if you tell me not to. i do not think this is good by any means. i do hate it but if i stared at the google docs page for any longer i'd go insane.

Spencer doesn’t treat her like she’s made of porcelain because she’d be easily broken (though, she would, but neither of you say that since you can tell how hard she tried to look strong before coming to the precinct). He treats her like she’s fragile because he can’t remember the last time he didn’t break something like this — wide-eyed and shaking, holding onto something soft like it’s the only real thing around.

He was the one who convinced the team to ask for your help when the kid got involved — he always is. They insisted it wasn’t needed, you can deal with her yourself, you’ve always been good with children, or whatever, but your office got a call from him anyway.

No one knows why he sticks around. Maybe it’s the way you hold her; the gentle hand that runs through her hair, much warmer than the tiny fingers with chewed off nails and blood stains. Maybe he’s trying to memorize the tone of your voice — soft and sweeter than the apple juice she didn’t open, rambling about the silliest things you can think of — to imitate it next time he finds himself having to question kids. Maybe it’s the teacup in your other hand (the one he made you) and the way you so casually sip from it. As if this delicacy came to you as easily as taking a breath, while he struggled even with breathing.

Either way, despite his hesitance, he’s always sure to be around if you’re working on a case with them. Watching from the corner in a way that might have seemed creepy if only you didn’t smile so often back at him.

Amelia Murphy, 6 years old.

She sits at the end of the couch, legs tucked up to her chest like she’s trying to make herself as small as a crumb on the untouched sandwich going stale by her side. Spencer stands at the edge of the room, a smile threatening to peek through as he listens to your stories about the stuffed animals on your bed.

“You can’t tell any of his buddies, okay?” she nods, small but enough for you, “Mr. Winston is my favorite teddy out of all the ones I have.”

“Why?” You and the agent have to hide a surprised expression at the sound of her quiet voice, ragged and hoarse, coming out for the first time tonight. 

“Because he’s been with me since I was very, very young.” You chuckle lightly, “I must’ve been around your age when my grandma gifted him to me.”

“How do you know my age?”

You look at Spencer. He takes that as an ask for help (it really wasn't) and moves before you can speak again, still as careful as possible as he sits on the armchair next to the couch and joins in on the conversation like you suggested to him so often. “We don’t, actually.” She doesn’t flinch like he feared she would, so he continues with a soft smile, “I’m sure my friend was just trying to say she was young, like you are.”

Amelia tilts her head, small brows furrowed as softly as she mutters, “Really?”

“Yeah.” He nods, “We don’t really know how old you are.”

“I’m… six.” Her fingers, miniature sized when compared to Spencer’s, struggle for a second before arranging into a six, “This much.”

You smile and pretend to write it down on your clipboard, “That’s a lot.”

He laughs in half disbelief, half joy when she asks, “Well, how old are you?”

“Do you want to guess?”

“Uhm…” Tiny hand scratching her chin, she examines him like she knows what she’s doing. He looks to you in pure confusion during the seconds she stays quiet. “A hundred?”

He holds back a snort, “Not quite, no. Do you wanna try again?”

During most of the time he talks to her, you stay quiet. He often looks to you, hesitating, asking for some sort of reassurance that he’s doing this right — you always give it to him with a barely there nod and a big smile.

Always, except for the moment he started talking about his job in almost too much detail when she prompted what are you?. Though, that time, he didn’t need your confirmation or denial to figure it out. All it took was a different knit to her eyebrows for him to go back into smaller than regular talking tone, from the bordering robotical lecturing mode.

“I wanna be a model when I grow up.”

“Oh, yeah?” you giggle breathily. Thankfully, she doesn’t take it as an offense like both of you thought she would. She just nods back at you with a proud smile. 

“And do you know what models do at their job?” Spencer inquires.

“They sit pretty in their pretty clothes for the people to watch,” the girl shrugs, speaking in the same way one would say the sky is blue. “Like her.”

He laughs when she points at you. “Being pretty isn’t all she does, though, Amelia. She’s not really a model.”

“She should be,” she whispers and you pretend you don’t hear it.

“Yeah, she should.”

He’s still careful even in the way he looks at her. Like she’d feel his cold hands if he said something too loud, too much. Every time she shows any sort of reluctance, he goes even softer — like he’d learned from uncountable hours of watching you do this over the years.

The very first time you met — interrogating an unsub’s daughter, before all of it happened. Before Mexico and Maeve and Gideon and Dilaudid and Emily. Before his jaw was screwed permanently clenched and his brain painted foggy. When he didn’t think of himself as a ticking time bomb and wasn’t scared of what he saw in the mirror.

Even when he didn’t feel this way about children as well as every other aspect of his life, he admired your work and yourself. So, it only makes sense (to him) that, when he sees himself as some sort of monster, you look like you’ve hung the moon and the stars even though the only thing you’ve ever been is yourself.

“And, uh, Amelia…” he mutters, pointing to the stuffed bunny in her hands, all love stains and frayed stitches, “Your friend over there. Does he have a name?”

She shakes her head, then spins it around to show the bow hidden on the back of its head, “She’s a girl.”

“Oh, yes, of course. I’m so sorry,” he laughs awkwardly.

“She doesn’t have a name.”

“Is there a reason for that, sweetie?” you ask as soon as there’s a pause from both of them.

He just watches with a grin while you work with her to find names for her teddy.

The markers were Spencer’s idea. He didn’t mean for it to be anything more than a way for her to express herself — you’d both been drawing animals and trees and numbers. Though, when her page became full of red scribbles and what seemed to be portraits of her parents, you realized she might have more to say.

“Who are those people, Amelia?”, he places a hand on her shoulder. She’s so focused on her tiny fingers wrapped around the marker, that she barely shows any reaction to him. When her bottom lip goes wobbly and her hands impossibly shakier, he takes away the paper with a “Okay, that’s enough.”

She fell asleep on his shoulder after half an hour of sobbing while telling what she remembered of the story.

He can’t help the warm feeling that floods his chest when you tell him, “You did a good job.” after getting as much as one can out of a kid who just witnessed her parents’ murder. His expression and words go against it, though. With a small shrug, he mumbles, “Oh, it was nothin–”

“No, don’t do that,” you cut him off, “You did really well.”

“You would’ve gotten her to say a lot more in a lot less time. It takes you an average of five minutes and for–”

“Shut up,” a giggle.

“Would you please stop cutting me off?”

“Not until you admit that you are actually still amazing with kids.”

He sighs. “How’s Mr. Winston?”

“No, no!” you slap his arm playfully, “You don’t get to change the subject by mocking me for my friends.”

“I’m not mocking you,” Spencer raises his arms in defense, a smile brightening his face. “I’m trying to get to know you and your friends better. I can’t do that anymore?”

“Not if you’re mean about it,” arms crossed over your chest and a half fake pout on your lips, you mutter.

“When was I mean?” he cocks his head to the side.

“I can tell from your tone of voice. It gets higher and weirder when you lie. You’re not the only one who knows about psychology here, buddy.”

He just shakes his head with a laugh. “I’m being serious. How are they doing?”

“Well, if you must know, they’re doing amazing.”

“I’m glad.”

It takes 43 (he counted) chimes of the clock on the wall for anyone to say something again. It’s him, in a whisper, “Do you really think she liked me?”

00:09 doctor reid genius guy

Amelia’s aunt just picked her up. She said her bunny was now named Mrs. Winston.

[still-snowing]

smooch!

[numberoneredriotfan]

It makes me really upset that Kirishima and Bakugou's friendship wasn't highlighted too much after season 4 or the shie hassakai arc. And I don't even mean this in a shipping sense. Kirishima was a HUGE part of Bakugou's character development even if it wasn't shown that way.

At first, Kirishima is introduced as one of the only people who can handle Bakugou and all his intensity- as well as his explosive (haha get it) personality. This is showcased more clearly in the sports festival arc.

Kirishima offers to be Bakugou's horse, because he's the only one that can handle his explosions with his hardening (which is probably the only quirk in 1-A that really effectively deflect Bakugou's explosions, so nobody else could really be in that position other than Kirishima.) Also, he without hesitation called Bakugou a dumbass and told him to remember his fucking name, even after seeing how angry he can get when provoked. And this isn't even the last time Kirishima does this. So Kirishima becomes someone who can handle Bakugou, but their friendship doesn't end there.

Most this development probably happened off-screen, but overtime Bakugou started to see Kirishima as an equal. Not just someone who could handle Bakugou and put up with him, but as someone who is able to stand by his side unwavering while also understanding his perspective to some extent (which I assume is rare for Bakugou, considering most other's view of him is either "what a jackass" or "wow he's so cool").

Which is why I really love this scene they added in the anime, which shows that Kirishima understands Bakugou, even if he seems like just an arrogant asshole. I think the only other character who understands Bakugou on that level is Deku (and of course his classmates learn to understand later on, but I'm talking about early on).

Kirishima was arguably the first person who Bakugou saw as an equal. Something I noticed about early Bakugou is that he either had a superiority complex or a inferiority complex with someone, and there was really no in between lol. That was, until Kirishima. Who came in as someone who neither above or below him. While Kirishima doesn't take any of Bakugou's shit, he also doesn't treat Bakugou like just a jerk.

This is of course, showcased best in the iconic Bakugou rescue scene.

This scene was honestly just such a good show of their bond, and how Bakugou sees Kirishima. Because as Deku pointed out, Bakugou wouldn't have taken anyone else's hand. We know this for a fact, as this was the same man who would've rather been kidnapped by villains then accept Deku's help-

So yeah. I fully believe if it was anyone other than Kirishima to reach out a hand to him, he would've straight up ignored them and would've tried to fight the villains himself. (Death is one thing but his ego is another apparently-).

It would be ignorant of me to say that Kirishima was the only one who understood Bakugou, because that's just not the case. Because as we saw multiple times throughout the series, Deku (as previously stated) understands Bakugou very well from the very beginning. However, while this opens up the gateway for a reconciliation with Bakugou in the future, Bakugou's complex feelings about Deku make it impossible for them to form a relationship based on that. Kirishima came in as a breath of fresh air, in which there was no lingering resentment or complexity involved. And of course, later in the series, we see the other members of class A understand Bakugou on that level as well. But in the beginning at least, Kirishima was the only person he could sort build that bridge of understanding with.

And even if it's never stated explicitly, I truly believe Bakugou wouldn't have opened up to relationships with his other classmates if it weren't for Kirishima befriending him. Or at the very least, it would've taken him a lot longer.

And the we have to take into accountability of how much their friendship has helped KIRISHIMA develop as a a character. As we can see, from the very beginning, Kirishima has a bad habit of comparing his quirk to the others of their class.

This isn't his fault necessarily, as in their society it's probably drilled into your head from a young age that you can only be a good hero if you have a flashy quirk.

And because of this, rather than looking at his own strength, he pays a lot of attention to how he compares to others.

So clearly, he's hard on himself and has a lot of self-esteem issues. (I am him. He is me-)

And it's clear he looks up to Bakugou a lot from just...Bakugou being Bakugou. Bakugou's a very forward person who jumps in without thinking (for better or worse), which is almost everything Kirishima wants to be. I honestly think that might've been- at least partially- what drew Kirishima to Bakugou. He wanted to be more like him, even if he wouldn't admit to himself. He, in a way, was putting Bakugou on a pedestal, even if he didn't realize that Bakugou sees him as an equal.

But then, Bakugou tells him this:

Which in the end, pushes Kirishima to reach his full potential, which came in form of unbreakable. Bakugou, who was originally someone he looked up to and admired, eventually became his motivation. His drive, even. And it wasn't just Bakugou, obviously, but Bakugou still contributed a lot.

And after all this, their friendship gets pushed to the side so we can focus on Bakugou and Deku's reconciliation. Which isn't bad! I love Bakugou and Deku's friendship as well! And I will say it holds a lot more importance to the plot of the story, and it wasn't necessarily a requirement to have Bakugou and Kirishima's relationship showcased more.

But still, I feel as though one could assume that once Bakugou got his character development from Kirishima, he didn't need anymore. Like he was just a stepping stone in order to reach his redemption with Deku. Which is just a sad way to look at their relationship :( and I truthfully believe that that just isn't the case. We did get a few crumbs, but even then we never got to see them talk one-one as friends after a while.

This isn't supposed to be Kiribaku propaganda or anything like that, and some of this will probably fall into headcanon territory and is just my interpretation of their characters. This also isn't me saying that their relationship is more important than Bakugou and Deku's, or Kirishima and Mina's, this is just more of a vent on how I would've liked to see more of their friendship.

Edit: just wanted to put this here as well

(From mha ultra analysis)

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 19

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"I think I should get changed."

"June, for the millionth time…" John sighed.

"I know he said I should wear something comfy, that we aren't going anywhere special. But isn't wearing leggings and a hoodie too… You know?"

"You look perfect, June. And those leggings make your butt look amazing."

"You think?" she said, checking herself in the mirror. She knew Ben liked her butt. And quite a lot judging by all the times she had caught him checking it out. 

"Yes, I do."

"Then I shouldn't get changed?"

"No, June. You shouldn't. So stop checking yourself in the mirror."

"Ok" she said, sitting down on her bed.

"I had never seen you this nervous about a first date" John chuckled, elbowing her slightly.

"Shut up" she replied, her good leg shaking like crazy. But John was right. She was nervous. She was extremely nervous. 

After making up with Ben and fixing things between them, they had started to meet as they used to and she didn't want to ruin things again.

It had been during one of those visits when she had joked about it looking like a date. Ben had told her that if she was so eager about going on one, then they should do it, and a few days later he had texted her telling her that he had found the perfect plan. She only needed to wear something comfy and warm and wait for him to pick her up.  

And now there she was, waiting for him to arrive, racking her brain while thinking where he could take her looking like that. Her recovery process was going better than anyone had imagined, many telling her that she would definitely make it to the World Cup. But she couldn't do much yet, which meant that they would probably not do any physical activity. So where the hell was he taking her?

"Fuck! Shit!" June said when she heard the doorbell.

"That must be him" John smirked. 

"Yes, ok" she said, taking a deep breath and leaving her room.

"Hello, Maxwell" Ben smiled when she opened the door.

"Chilwell" she replied.

"Are you ready?"

"Yep."

"Have fun, guys" John said behind them, a big grin on his face.

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"You haven't said a word yet" Ben chuckled.

"Uh?"

"We've been in the car for a while, and you haven't said anything. Are you regretting saying yes to this date?"

"What? No, no."

"Then?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I'm… I…"

"You?"

"I'm nervous, ok?" she confessed.

"June Maxwell is nervous about going on a date with me?"

"Yes, I am."

"Oh wow" Ben laughed.

"Yeah, yeah" she replied, rolling her eyes. "When are you going to tell me where we are going?"

"Not yet."

"Oh, c'mon, Chilwell."

"Nope."

"I hate you" June said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"I hate you too" he replied, still thinking about June confessing that she was nervous about going on a date with him, which only made him more excited about seeing her reaction when he showed her what he had planned for the day.

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"Are you going to tell me now where we are going? We literally are in the middle of nowhere."

"This is the countryside, June, not the middle of nowhere" Ben said.

"Whatever. Are you telling me where we are going or not?"

"There" he said, nodding towards a building to their right.

"Is that a farm?"

"An animal shelter."

"What?" June said, turning to look at him.

"An animal shelter. You know what that is, don't you?" he smirked.

"I'm not an idiot, Chilwell. Of course I do. But why are you taking me there?"

"Remember when I told you that after they confirmed I had to retire, I was in a dark place?" 

"I do, yes." He had told her about it after they had made up, when she had also opened up about her last real relationship, the one that had broken her heart. Being that vulnerable with each other had made them connect in a way neither of them had felt before. 

"Well, this place saved me. A friend of mine works here and he told me I should come over and give them a hand even if it was just walking the dogs, that the fresh air and being surrounded by nature would help me. And it did. It definitely did. Since then I've been coming as often as I can, especially when I need to disconnect."

"And now you are bringing me here? For our first date?"

"I am. I know it isn't the usual, but I wanted to share this place with you" he smiled. "You are the first person I'm taking here, you know? Not even my family knows about it."

"Really?" June asked, feeling something fuzzy and warm on her chest.

"Really" he repeated, parking the car. "Shall we?"

"Yes" she smiled. 

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"You know, I've been trying to figure out where you could be taking me since the day you texted me, and never in a million years I could have guessed it would be to somewhere like this" June said as they made it back to the shelter after walking some of the dogs.

"Have you liked it?" Ben asked, his arm around her waist.

"Very much. The staff is wonderful, and so is the work they do. And your friend was right. Just going for a walk around here makes you disconnect and forget about everything. Though maybe that's because these dogs are fucking crazy and you can't think about anything else" she chuckled.

"What? They are lovely!"

"The grass stain on my leggings says otherwise."

"That was so funny, tho" Ben laughed. "Scary because I feared for your knee, but funny. Pepi is a cheeky one."

"He definitely is" June said, looking at the big dog walking in front of her.

"Are you sure you are ok, that you didn't hurt yourself?"

"Only my ego is hurt. And my ass."

"It looks amazing on those leggings, by the way. Very peachy" he smirked, his hand moving down and giving it a little squeeze.

"Chilwell!" June complained.

"Sorry. Couldn't help myself" he shrugged, still smiling.

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"Chilly, should we… you know" his friend said after having a coffee at the shelter to warm up. 

"Should you what?" June asked.

"I have a surprise for you. Something like a very early Christmas present" Ben smiled. 

"Here?" 

"Yep. So far you've only met the dogs, but they have other animals here. Like chickens, goats, serpents…"

"No. No, no, no. You aren't taking me to see the serpents, I hate them."

"What about something with a bit more of fur?" Ben's friend said.

"A bit more of fur?" June asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Come" Ben smiled, offering her his hand.

"I swear, Chilwell. If you are gifting me a serpent, I'm murdering you."

"I'm not, I promise."

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"They are so cute!" June said while playing with all the kittens. "Look at them, Chilwell! They are the cutest thing ever!"

"I disagree."

"What?"

"You are the cutest thing ever."

"Shut up" she said, feeling her cheeks on fire.

"Do you want to take one of them home with you?" 

"If I want what?" 

"Take one of them home. They are up for adoption."

"Are they?" June said, looking at Ben's friend.

"Yep. You can take with you as many as you want."

"All of them!" she laughed.

"John has allowed you to take just one" Ben said.

"Wait, John knows?"

"You share your apartment, I had to ask him first" he shrugged.

"Oh, wow."

"Why are you crying?" Ben said, bending down next to June and wiping away a tear.

"Honestly… I don't know. But they aren't sad tears. They are happy. This has been the best first date ever."

"Ever?" he asked, caressing her cheek.

"Ever. Thank you, Ben."

"You're welcome, June" he said, leaning forward to kiss her but being interrupted by a loud meow. "You aren't taking home that ginger one. I don't want to hear them meowing every time we kiss."

"Ok" June laughed, not being able to stop smiling. 

[starry-on-ao3]

Oh my gosh, hiiii Starry! Given the option, you must know that I'm going to request something with Florence. I do like all these duos (platonically) so expect more asks so I'm not like funneling them all into one and overwhelming you but might I request a platonic Florence and Carmody "things you said" of your choice? (I'm not sure which ones would fit them best, but I want to see your take on their dynamic)

Hi Egg!! Oh what a delight! I'd love to! :)

I'm going to go for "things you said under the stars" - enjoy! ❤️

"So what's that one, up there?" Florence asked, pointing directly above.

"Which one?" Carmody narrowed his eyes, following the line of his friend's finger into the top left corner of Orion's Belt. "Oh, that's Betelgeuse."

"And what about that one?"

"That one must be... At this time of year, it must be Venus, actually."

"Oh, wow," Florence breathed. "What a beautiful name... Venus."

"I've often thought it would make a good name for a pet snake, if I was ever to get one," Carmody said. "Or maybe the name Sirius, for a dog," he added, with a chuckle.

Florence frowned at him, but her frown was hard to make out in the darkness. "Why's that funny?"

"Sirius - the brightest star in the sky - it's also colloquially known as the Dog Star," Carmody said, with a boyish grin. Florence scoffed and gently slapped his arm.

"Oh, you and your dad jokes..."

Carmody giggled, delighted with himself, and Florence slowly shook her head, redirecting her attention back to the sky.

They had made the trek up to the top of this hillside nearly every weekend that summer - thankful for the excuse for a break from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and for some time away from their respective chaotic households. Both their lives being dictated by the strange and whimsical comings and goings of the animals in their homes, they had a common understanding and appreciation for the need for peace and quiet - and what better way than to go stargazing?

Given how late the sun set in the summers, they would normally still be found on this hillside past midnight - on the colder nights, Florence would bring flasks of tea and Carmody would bring some blankets - and they would talk for hours, putting the world to rights. They shared an affinity for the finer things in life, so even on nights when the stars were hidden behind wispy clouds, Florence would bring a novel or Carmody a periodical, and they would take it in turns to read to the other, using a little torch Florence always kept in her purse.

"Do you know what - I'm trying to remember how this all started..." Florence said quietly.

"The universe?" Carmody asked, his eyes not leaving the expansive map of white dots above. "Well, there's different interpretations of it, but I prefer Georges Lemaître's theory the best - the expanding universe theory - he suggests that there existed a point at which the universe all began, and an explosion of energy created this all."

"Not what I meant," Florence giggled, "although I could listen to you talk all night about astronomy. But, no, what I meant was how this all started - our stargazing ritual."

"Oh!" Carmody smiled. "Do you remember the night that Tristan took us all down to the Drovers, and then he left early, because he wasn't feeling well?"

"I remember him leaving early - I forgot why."

"Well, he left and then neither of us really knew what to do - we didn't really know each other that well, and we couldn't hear ourselves talk over the noise in the bar - so we went outside for some fresh air-"

"Yes, I was too awkward to leave-"

"Yeah, and so was I!" Carmody laughed. "So we ended up in the square, and I remember you spotting Sirius in the sky and asking if that was bright enough to be a planet-"

"Ah - I remember - and you said it wasn't, but you knew that Jupiter would be in the sky that night, but we couldn't see it from the square, so you brought me up here to show me," Florence finished, and Carmody nodded, grinning widely.

"That was it," he said.

Florence smiled back, and sighed wistfully. "A whole lifetime living here, and you'd think I'd have known about this place."

"Well, sometimes we don't always see what's in front of us," Carmody replied, his voice softening.

"See what I mean? Where do you get these little nuggets of wisdom from?" Florence pressed, and Carmody just chuckled.

"Oh, comet!" he exclaimed, pointing up just in time for Florence to spot a bright, brilliant trail following a comet, just next to Orion.

"Oh, make a wish!" Florence said, gaping at the beautiful comet - Carmody searched his soul for a wish, and etched it into the space behind his eyelids, and when he'd opened his eyes again, Florence was grinning at him, only just visible in the half-moon light.

"What'd you wish for?" she asked.

"I can't say that, can I? Then it won't come true."

"Well, I don't mind telling you mine-!"

"No, don't tell me!" Carmody said, "You'll jinx it-!"

"I wished we'd be friends forever," Florence said, quietly but firmly, and Carmody felt his frown fizzle into a wide beam.

"Well, that's cheating... you can't wish for something that's already true!" he nudged her arm playfully, and said, "Friends forever."

"Friends forever," Florence replied, nodding. "It's a deal."

[tatatale]

Hello! I came to ask you about your comic! If you don't mind, of course...

Does MV!Mettaton still have the eye and ear disable feature?

What do you think would happen if Alive met the King of the Multiverse or others like him?

Has Insans seen Сore Frisk? What does he think of her?

Have there been any cases where Soul was lured somewhere using "Help, help"?

Has Soul seen any other Undyne?

What was your reaction when your comic became popular?

What about the reaction to references to your comic in other comics?

The green soul blocks the possibility of hacking, the orange one seems to increase damage if I remember correctly, but what do the others do?

You mentioned that your characters are free to use. So I can go and draw Soul's adventures right now?

How did the idea for the comic come about?

Unrelated to the comics, can you recommend any alternate universes that have appeared recently? I'd just like something new

Can I print out and hang art with your characters in my home?

You recently drew Swap Soul and Swap Alive. Can I continue this diversity and make my own version of Alive and Soul?

How did Gaster meet Jevil? (If I understood the scene correctly)

Your comic brought new ideas to the fandom, have you noticed them in other projects? For example, that location from the final of the comic where all the souls are.

Would you like your characters to end up in UnderEvent or Underverse?

A sudden question, but still, how does Litta feel about sharks?

What's up with Gaster now?

Are the characters familiar with Deltarune?

Did Soul ever have moments when she wanted to give up on the whole thing?

What do you think your characters would be like if their native AU was not Undertale but NegativeTale?

Again, a question off topic. But do you expect Undertale Movie to appear one day?

How does Soul feel about Remnant!Sans?

Does Litta play other video games? Or just Undertale?

Did you start drawing the comic as soon as you came up with the plot, or did you hesitate for a long time at first?

What advice can you give to future creators of Undertale AU comics?

Did Insans kill Jerry again?

Why did Litta's brother choose Asriel's form when fighting the main characters?

I'm starting to forget the comic a bit, so I'm planning on rereading it. But did Alive finally figure out her hand?

Are you planning a video about your comic?

Oh, I didn't expect to ask so much! Sorry about that, I'm just very inquisitive...

Wow, there are really a lot of questions, I'm a bit nervous.

I think I'll switch to anonymous mode, because now I'm scared 😨

He can mute himself if he wants, yep!

I have no idea what is that.

He doesn't like humans. Neither them, nor any other.

Of course.

Lots!

I don't think it's popular but I'm still overwhelmed!

It makes me happy ♥

Here!

It won't be canon at all, but you can make your own version!

I wanted a Multiversal Mettaton! Then I started thinking in the story and everything else happened.

I'm not really on social media lately so I don't know the new things, but I can tell you two comics that started recently. Paper Crane Parallel You are now Online

Yup, you can do whatever you want with your own art. Always following Toby's rules.

Of course, I'd love to see it!

Eternal Gaster created him.

I had no idea! I only remember that one person asked me to use the Soul Cosmos once. I'm happy I brought new ideas to the fandom!

Of course that would be amazing, but not possible!

Sharks as in the animal??? I mean, they wouldn't swim with sharks LMAO.

He's dead.

Nope.

Yeah of course, at first it was very hard for her.

I don't know that AU so I have no idea!

I hope not.

I don't know them.

They do play more games!

As soon as I thought in the plot because I was hyped.

Create what makes you happy, no what others tell you to create. If you get hate, "report/block" are your best friends. Have fun!

Always---wait no, he stopped killing people.

He considered Asriel (god of hyperdeath form) the strongest character.

Read it and discover it again!

I was making a long animatic to celebrate the 10k that… I reached long time ago. But I got frustrated because I'm not an animator, I don't have a program to animate that works in this PC, and same PC is giving me problems. So it's a… wip. Sadly.

Thank you for your questions, hope you have a nice day! ≧ω≦)

[11queensupreme11]

(I used some incorrect quotes.)

Hime: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Sukuna: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

—

Sukuna: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Hime: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

—

Shisui: Wow, Sukuna, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Sukuna: We literally slept together yesterday.

Shisui: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Ryujin: .....You two did what...?

—

Hime: You look good in that hoodie! You know where else you'd look good?

Sukuna, zero hesitation: Your bed.

Hime, at the same time: By my side- wait, what?

—

Gojo: Are we fighting or flirting?

Hime, furious: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Gojo: Your point?

—

Hime: What are you in the mood for?

Sukuna: World domination.

Hime: That's a bit ambitious.

Sukuna: You are my world.

Hime: Aww...

Sukuna:

Hime:

Sukuna:

Hime: OH.

—

Hime: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Sukuna: Marry me.

—

Hime: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Megumi: I'll contact the musicians.

Yuji: Perfect, while you guys do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Hime: ...

Megumi: ...

Hime: You mean ring bearER, right?

Yuji: ...

Megumi: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

—

Hime: Sukuna, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Sukuna, naked in Hime's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Hime, already taking off her clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

—

Sukuna: I want to kiss you.

Shisui, not paying attention: What?

Sukuna: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

—

Hime: Look, last night was a mistake.

Sukuna: A sexy mistake.

Hime: No, just a regular mistake.

—

Shisui: Sukuna and I are no longer friends.

Sukuna: SHISUI THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

—

Hime when she was stuck in the hot springs: Go fuck yourself!

Sukuna, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch.

—

Sukuna: Remember, melons, don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Hime: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

—

Sukuna: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Shisui: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Sukuna: ...

—

Hime: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Sukuna: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, melons.

—

Sukuna: Okay, but what if we went out to eat not as friends this time?

Shisui: AS ENEMIES?!

Sukuna:

—

Hime: We have a problem.

Sukuna: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

—

Hime in Bloodflood chapter 6: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Sukuna: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Hime: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

—

Hime: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Sukuna: Hime, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

—

Principal Yaga, going over Sukuna's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

Sukuna: Yes.

Principal Yaga: Okay... may I know what you create?

Sukuna: Problems.

—

Sukuna: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Hime: Twelve thousand, actually.

Sukuna: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Hime: Yours!

Sukuna: That's right: no one's.

—

Yuji: Okay, help me please!

Sukuna: Got two words for you.

Yuji: I bet they won't be helpful.

Sukuna: Your problem.

Yuji: I was right.

—

Shisui: Junichiro and I got married!!

Sukuna: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.

Hime: We have a problem. Sukuna: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

this is so funny cuz in bloodflood, he's literally gonna be the cause for 90% of her problems 😭

[readingismyhobby24]

im doing pretty good too ^_^!!!!

im SO excited to yap about rainworlds >:D i wanted the game a lot like last year and its like “oh wow i have it now lol” so ive been playing it a bunch and reading about the lore (because its super hard to tell the lore in the game)

to start off simple, you play as a slugcat (basically cat mixed with a slug) in an ecosystem with other creatures, id like to mention how i enjoy that the creatures dont just have set animations for their actions like most games, theyre placed on a rig and the ai has to go off of what to do which i find interesting! you, the slugcat arent meant to be a hero in the story, youre basically just another part in the ecosystem, youre also very low in the food chain (below you are basically just small creatures and plants, while lizards, scavengers, vultures, etc are above you.)

i also enjoy how it isnt JUST a survival game, each character has a story, such as how monk and the survivor are brothers that were seperated, how hunters cycles count down instead of up because she has a disease, etc!

oh yeah i should also probably do a gender chart so nothing gets too confusing (highlighted in yellow is canon, highlighted in purple is implied, white is just my own personal interpretation)

male- gourmand, monk, survivor

female- artificer, rivulet, hunter

neither- spearmaster, inv, saint, nightcat

oh yeah! i should probably explain the actual main thing you SHOULD be worried about!

basically, every cycle is around 13 minutes i believe (except rivulets, hers are shorter, but its back to normal when you meet five pebbles) and when the 13 minutes is up, you have to find shelter before everything rains. you have a certain amount of food pips depending on the campaign, if you have full food pips you can hibernate for the night and itll save, if you dont have enough filled it wont save and will give you one extra food pip, you can also eat extra so you have a few food pips already filled for the next cycle!

the main objective of the game is to follow the guide (iggy/overseer, i prefer to call em iggy) to Looks to the Moon and then Five Pebbles (theyre both iterators which ill explain later!!!!!) im not quite sure how the campaigns end, but ill find out trust :3

so basically, the iterators are what created the slugcats (i believe) and gave a few of them purposes, most were to send a message (like how spearmaster was made to be a messenger), also they have funky names like “Seven Red Suns” and “No Significant Harassment”

also some parts of the game are just really funny 😭 like i know its a game thats probably intended to make me mad but i cant help but laugh at the fact that spearmaster canonically got top surgery (in a way) and that theres a dating sim after you finish inv’s campaign

after each cycle you gain karma! (everytime you die you loose karma too btw) which can help you get through certain passages :)

remember how i mentioned that hunters cycles counted down instead of up? thats an important detail to her story :) because she basically has a disease, after the certain number of cycles, it starts to effect you, and death is permanent (fun fact! if you die in hunters campaign permanently you can go into gourmands and find her body (did i forget to mention that some parts of this game are actually really disturbing? i HATE the spiders.))

its such a confusing yet amazing game, its definitely worth it to get it with the DLC, the sound effects of the creatures, explosions, stabbing, literally every small detail is incredible and i LOVE the music !! oh yeah theres also an upcoming dlc with the nightcat… im very excited :3

sorry if i yapped a lil too much or jumped around too much or if this is hard to understand 😔

bonus pictures of the slugcats with the timeline :) i love them a lot

Okay! Wow!! This sounds really cool and interesting!! And also stressful because this sounds like a game I'd be horrible at 😅 (but honestly I'm bad at all games except for LoZ games, but even then I still struggle with them). Thank you so much for explaining it to me! The little slugcats are adorable by the way!!!

Also, never worry about yapping too much to me!! It literally doesn't bother me at all. I love hearing what you have to say!!! And getting long asks of people yapping actually makes me super happy ^_^

I hope you have a great day/night 🩵

[detective-inspector-her]

Skulpine Stuff lolololol NSFW Warning

Skulduggery : You look good in that hoodie. Nefarian : You know where else I'd look good? Skulduggery , zero hesitation: My bed. Nefarian , at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

-

Nefarian : Skulduggery , you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Skulduggery , naked in Nefarian 's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Nefarian , already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

-

Skulduggery : Hey, about that love letter you sent me- Nefarian : *blushes* What are your thoughts? Skulduggery : The fourth sentence- Nefarian : Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Skulduggery : It’s “you’re” not “your”.

-

Nefarian : I think we should kiss. Skulduggery : And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.

-

Skulduggery : Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine. Nefarian : Marry me.

-

Nefarian : Bro, I had a dream we fucked. Skulduggery : Bro, relax it was just a dream. Nefarian : Huh, gay, I wouldn’t fuck you. Skulduggery : You wouldn’t? Nefarian : I mean, unless you want to-

-

Skulduggery : Pros and cons of dating me. Skulduggery : Pros. You'll be the cute one. Skulduggery : Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

-

Nefarian : I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Skulduggery : But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Nefarian : O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Skulduggery : Is it working?

-

Skulduggery : I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight. Nefarian : What kind of animal is the Pink Panther? Skulduggery , already taking off their clothes: God, Nefarian , you’re so fucking stupid.

-

Nefarian : Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Skulduggery : It was autocorrect. Nefarian : Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Skulduggery : Yes.

-

Skulduggery : Wow, they really hate us. Nefarian : Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic. Skulduggery : But we’re not gay, Nefarian . Nefarian : Skulduggery : Nefarian : We’re not?

-

Nefarian , trying to flirt with Skulduggery : I think both of our families suck.

-

Nefarian : Yeah, a partner sounds nice, but a supreme enemy you can make out with in secret sometimes sounds a lot more hardcore.

-

Nefarian : We both look very handsome tonight. Skulduggery : You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you." Nefarian : I couldn't take that chance.

-

*Nefarian is crying after a breakup* Skulduggery : There there, Nefarian . Nefarian , still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room? Skulduggery : Great question—

-

Nefarian : Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid. Skulduggery : You always act stupid. Skulduggery : Skulduggery : Wait...

[freya-howlett]

A new companion, an old friend - Inside Hyrule series pt. 2

Content: Link has a new feature in his Sheikah Slate that allows him to summon a creature to help him on his journey. However, you soon discover you know his new friend very, very well.

Author's note: is this a series? I'm not sure, but, hey, it's fun to write! Let's go back to this wholesome concept of mine were you're inside the game spending some good time with Link, this time with some tint of nostalgia. Feel free to comment, send your thoughts or whatever you feel like (just be kind)!

Divider by: saradika (tumblr)

Image: Breath of the Wild Official Concept Art

Y/N. No shipping, only friendship. Short

"Hey, there's something I wanted to show you," Link said as he took his Sheika Slate from his belt. "I got something new I wanted to try out."

You turned your head in wonder. You both had formed an improvised picnic in the Great Plateu, now you were completely rested and with a full stomach thanks to Link's cooking skills. You had even taken out your belts and weapons to laid them at your side so you could take a break.

"Okay..." he muttered, touching the screen. "Here it is. Let's see what this does."

The Sheikah Slate glowed in a slight golden color, almost white, and he pointed at some inches in front of him. Then the activation sound was heard and in the middle of the air appeared a column of green light where small black squares danced for milliseconds. You knew that effect very well and opened your mouth in amazement.

The black squared turned into a black mass that quickly formed into an animal shape and, just like that, in a flash, there was a familiar wolf in front of you both.

You stood up, letting out a happy squeal that also sounded too childish. The wolf turned his enormous head to you and recognized you instantly, his tail starting to wag.

"Wolf!" you exclaimed as you threw yourself at the animal to let him lick your face and rub his fur against you. You chuckled a bit. "Hey, hey, don't be so harsh."

When you turned to Link, he had his eyes raised in confusion and was rubbing the back of his neck.

"Is there something I had to remember?" he asked, worried. You felt a sting, you could see how hard it was for him to be amnesiac.

"No, no," you answered quickly. "You forgot nothing," as you were kneeling, holding Wolf's head against you, you had to be careful with your words. "He's an old friend of mine."

Link only nodded and you could see the relief washing over him. You buried your face in Wolf's neck, hugging him, to hide your expression in case it'd give you away.

You remembered this wasn't the first time one Link had encountered another. Wolf met the Hero of Time, but neither he nor you revealed that connection to him. You even wondered if the Hero of Time himself knew about it because you'd never say it aloud.

As far as you were concerned, none of the Links knew about his past lives, nor that he had met you plenty of other times before. That's something you from early age decided to keep for yourself. The reason? Who knows. Even you wondered what'd happen if you opened your mouth, but also you were afraid it'd harm him, his soul. If you yourself learnt you were trapped in a vicious endless cycle where you'll always be forced to be the hero and fight evil forces, maybe you'd get crazy.

You looked into Wolf's dark eyes, wondering if he knew what was going on and where he was, but you were only met with kindness.

"So... that's a wolf and he's your friend," Link stated slowly, like trying to understand.

"Yeah," you nodded, standing up while still touching Wolf's head. "He accompanied me in some trips before."

"Alright, so, is it friendly?" he went down to one knee, extending his arm carefully towards the animal carefully, however that wasn't necessary, Wolf threw himself at Link cheerfully and licked his face as the surprised boy laughed. "Wow! Didn't expect that!" he laughed, grabbing Wolf by the cheeks.

"I'm glad I got to see you again," you scratched Wolf's ear as he comfortably had his head laid on your lap. There was a deep low growl that came from his throat whenever he exhaled, it was almost like some sort of purr or snore. "Have you seen...?"

He shook his head slightly before you could mutter her name. You pushed your lips together, no need to keep on wondering about things you'll never know the answer of. Instead, still caressing his fur, you focused on the nocturn landscape in front. Link fell asleep, surprisingly, before you inside his tent a few meters apart and the only sound was that of nature, wind and the fire in front of you dying out. At the horizon was Death Mountain, ever fuming, with the moon behind its smoke, but still you were very well lighted. The Temple of Time was behind, you couldn't see it, but felt it.

"I feel nostalgic, Wolf, I think you've noticed how destroyed everything is," you muttered absently. He moved his ears, a sign of his attention. "This world is different."

Wolf raised his head to boop you with his nose on your cheek, it was slightly wet and warm. You understood what he meant: "You too."

"I guess so," you chuckled slightly, cleaning his wetness from your skin. "I can't ride on your back anymore, I'm heavier now."

A flashback of a younger you holding onto Wolf's fur for dear life as he dashed and sprang all over Hyrule Field appeared in your mind. You had to admit you miss that, but would never tell.

"We still can have fun anyways," you smiled as he raised to his front paws, sitting at your side really close. He directed his head towards the tent and raised his mouth and nose once. "Link? Ah, he's nice," you shrugged. "I often feel like cargo, you know? But if I am to him, at least he doesn't say it," you poked the grass under your legs. "He does not remember a single thing of his past, he wouldn't even know his name if it wasn't because a voice woke him up, so we're trying to recover his memories. In that sense... I'm more of a moral supporter."

When you turned to face Wolf again, he moved his head and raised on his four feet, you know he meant his time was getting over and he had to go. Where? You didn't know and in a certain way didn't want to ask, so you just smiled softly.

"Already? I wanted to show you the Temple of Time, maybe you recognize it," you said, but he only booped against your cheek again. "I'll see you again, doesn't it? As long as he can summon you."

Wolf only nodded and you leaned your head against him softly, looking into the horizon. However, you stopped feeling his fur for a moment, and instead there was cloth. When you faced him, you saw the Hero of Twilight smiling at you. He was shimmering slowly with that golden aura, he was going to fade away in a few seconds.

"Hey," you greeted him, he hadn't changed a thing. "Glad to see you again."

He only kept smiling warmly and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear with a light gente touch, contrast to his rough fingers, and then faded in the silence of the night.

"So, Y/N..." Link spoke, muffled due to the food in his mouth he was still chewing. And to think he was a knight, you thought. "Who was the guy?"

"What guy?" you asked as you blew on your plate to cool off the eggs with rice you had made. That morning, breakfast had been your task.

"The one who was here last night, I almost jumped on him if it wasn't because you seemed to know him."

You coughed a little bit, pretending you had something in your throat and cursed to yourself. You didn't like the idea of Link, this Link specifically, getting to know Wolf's truth. He had too many issues with his memory to add more than he could take. Besides, he had only been on his human form for a second, how did he notice?

"You must've been dreaming, no one showed up," you said, biting on the eggs slowly.

"I swear I didn't, because you took your sweet time to go to sleep," he insisted.

So the gaslighting wouldn't work, so you changed your tactics to something else.

"You tracking me?" you raised your eyebrow. "And also, you were supposed to be asleep because you've been truly tiring you out recently. Maybe you were seeing things because of exhaustion."

Link frowned, still eating. He wasn't believing a thing you said, but you could see in his expression he gave up on his inquiries.

"You may be right."

You stayed in silence for a moment, eating with the sounds of the birds singing above you until you decided to ease the moment:

"C'mon, Link, we have to prepare for another long day," you sighed. "Weren't you going to show me how to get rupees from a Blupee?"

He smirked enthusiastically.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Just Like Finn

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan Walker

Rhys has a coloring book of animals and games.

One of the Power Rangers and one of cars and trucks.

I take that one and we end up on our stomachs, chins on hands, ankles crossed in the air.

I haven't sat in this position in longer than I can remember.

We've been coloring for at least fifteen minutes when he says...

"It's okay if you want to be Finn. Or need to be. I don't mind."

It's not that.

"No, I want to play I just... it's hard sometimes."

"Yeah."

He looks at me and smiles.

"I know. 'Cept for me I go Little at bad times. Sometimes at school during free hour or if the kids are doing an art project I sort of slip up. But I catch it, I'm a good teacher. I can stop. But sometimes it sneaks in."

I bet it does.

"I'd probably mess up at school with kids too. But I wear a suit and work with all grown-ups and I'm really new at being me around other people."

"Well Emmett seems really nice, Finn and now you can practice with me and Quincy. Hey, did you get your tattoo?"

I didn't and now we're leaving soon so I might not.

That sucks.

"No. I wanted it, too."

"I'll make you one," he offers, holding his marker towards me.

"I think we'll get in trouble."

He sits up and very seriously says

"Why? It's washable. See?"

He points to the marker and he's right, it says washable.

"But we can have them for today. I'll do one for you and you can do a bunch for me. Like yours, please? I want arms like you."

By the time Quincy comes up to get Rhys for his nap, I am sporting a new shell and his name on my arm.

He has done most of his left arm himself, he has practically a whole sleeve that he's done as similar to mine as possible.

I've drawn, at his request... Floppy on his right arm along with a bunch of stars and the moon.

We're so engrossed that neither of us hear him come up the stairs and then he bellows

"RHYS."

Rhys jumps up and hides his arms behind his back.

"Hi Quincy."

"What did you do, bunny? Huh?"

"We colored."

"Yeah, I see that. Why don't you show me?"

"It's washable," he announces.

Granted, it's important but I'm guessing Quincy already knows.

Quincy nods a bit.

"Yes, I guess they are. Show me, bunny."

Then he leans out the door and yells down the steps...

"You might want to see this, Emmett."

Rhys slowly presents his arms and he's smiling so wide that even Quincy is having a hard time frowning.

"I'm pretty like Finn. And I have a Floppsy. Finn made it."

"Very cute. Does Floppsy have tattoos too?" he asks.

Good question.

Rhys just laughs.

"No, just me. And Finn. I made him a shell. Show him Finn."

Emmett appears in the doorway as I hold out my arm and then he sees Rhys and his eyes get wide.

"Wow."

I think he's trying not to laugh.

"Luckily it seems to be contained to their arms," Quincy replies.

"Rhys, it is nap time."

"But we not done."

Quincy chuckles.

"Oh, yes you are. That is enough tattoos for anyone. Put everything back in your back-pack."

Rhys immediately starts cleaning up and I help because there are markers everywhere.

"Good boy. Thanks for helping, Finn."

He takes it from Rhys and slings it over his shoulder.

"Now go and use the toilet and then come into our bedroom, bunny."

"Do I get a spanking?"

"Do you want one?"

Rhys just kind of smirks.

He might.

"Milk time," he says.

"Bye Finn. We can play again after nap-time, okay?"

"Okay."

Emmett walks over and offers his hand.

I take it and stand up.

"Time for lunch, you must be starving. I have to admit that you guys were playing so nicely that we didn't want to bother you. I figured you'd come running down the stairs when you got hungry but I guess you were too busy. Come on down. We'll give them some privacy."

I accidentally let my frown out and he laughs.

"Naughty boy... come on."

I end up on a stool and Emmett makes us both sandwiches.

"Can we go in the pool?"

"Sure, this afternoon. Let me get a better look at this shell."

He puts his plate down next to mine and sits.

"Not bad, actually. Is that where you want yours?"

"We don't have time now to get it but yes, I want it right there."

He raises his eyebrows.

Okay, that was whiny.

"I booked you an appointment for tomorrow at eleven. Thought we'd pack up the house and then do it on the way home so you could get as much pool and beach time in as possible."

Oh, he did? 

He didn't forget.

"I like being in the water."

"I know and that's easier without a fresh tattoo."

"You're smart, Em. But we can stay in tomorrow afternoon, right? Or go to the arcade."

But I wanna go to the beach, he's right.

And the tattoo place won't be open Sunday probably.

"I don't know."

"You can decide tomorrow morning, grasshopper. Now, Quincy and I are gonna grill for dinner, how does that sound?"

Yummy.

"I love bar-b-que."

"Me too. Honestly, he's gonna do all the work, wants to thank us for letting them stay and I'm not sure I can grill without burning everything or giving us food poisoning. What I can do is shop. You wanna come with me or stay here and relax? Won't take me long."

I'm barely Finn and if I go outside with people I'll have a hard time.

"I'll stay and watch a cartoon, okay?"

"Absolutely. I'll get you all hooked up before I go. What's your favorite food off the grill?"

"Hamburgers."

They're the best. 

"With cheese."

"Hamburgers and cheese, it is."

I hop onto the couch and he drapes a blanket over me and turns on the cartoon channel.

"And I want 'roni salad please, it's yummy."

"Roni? Macaroni, you got it. I will look for it."

"Thank you, Em."

He leans over and kisses my forehead when he gives me the remote.

"Be a good boy while I'm gone."

"I will."

[dullahandiaries]

I spent a long time trying to figure out how to make a website. I have the very, very bare bones down for something, which is more than I thought I'd have? It's a learning curve, but I want to keep chipping at it. For now though, I'll make my diary here. It's easier that way.

Part of the reason I even want a diary is to make my mark on the system. I guess I don't really care about a legacy in a broad, world-wide success sort of way, but I do as an alter. Our memory is so bad... I hardly remember Zacharie, and he was here for... Years... I was around at the same time as him. Shinra hardly remembers him and they were so close...

I guess you could say that's scary. It is. But it mostly just feels like lost information to me. It's such a shame because he was so important to us and our development. He used to credit me with how open our system was, but he implemented a very open and loving culture that isn't really around today. Not that we don't all love each other, it's just... A little less involved. We've settled with our chosen ones as opposed to dating everyone, I guess. When he was host it was open all over

Anyway. Sometimes I see things from him and I'm shocked I don't relate at all. Physically we look different, obviously, but I always think oh, we probably don't act that differently. We probably have the general same interests. No! No we don't! I mean yeah people change but WOW we just... Really aren't the same person, huh...?

I'm getting off topic: I don't want to lose MY essence the way we did Zacharie's, if for no other reason than because whoever is next, should there be another, would PROBABLY maybe be upset we lost the 2020's. What was Celty like? What did she like? What did she think? How did she act? Worry no more, future alter who may or may not exist! I'm here to tell you. Kind of.

Firstly, Zacharie was a trans boy. I'm... Not? I am? I'm a transfem transboy? I'm pangender. It feels a little like I'm disrespecting the work Zacharie put in to combat the nonbinary accusations (because of how he liked to present, people would discredit him as a man and justify his interests with nonbinary...ism...), but I am. Officially and fully: I am nonbinary. I'm also intersex, but he kind of was too, so that's neither here nor there. I do, however, have tits, and he did not. Score for me

My relationship with pronouns is... Complicated.... He/him is fine, especially if you're a stranger. She/her is good, but only if you're not using it in a cis way. I like neopronouns but haven't really found any that really click. He/hymn is also nice. They/them is still not great. I prefer feminine titles, but seeing me as just a boy or just a girl is doing me a HUGE disservice. It has to be both - it has to be MORE than both! You have to Feel the Essence of Gender on your tongue when you address me. It's important! I'm a girlboy boygirl woman (man) man (woman). All of it. All at once. Mogai genders too. All of it. None of it. All of it.

I really like lavender and lilac colors. I used to be all about pink, and I still like it well enough, but pastel cool colors are where I'm at right now. Blues and purples are the highest, but there are some cool greens, too. I'm also currently into lower saturated colors. Again, I used to be into bright neons and pastels, but not right now. Maybe that'll change, but hey. I'll say so when/if it does.

I love fish a lot, both as a food and as an animal. I love aquariums. I love silly little fish and big big fish. Pufferfish are my favorite, specifically porcupine puffers and pea puffers. I like deep sea over shallower waters usually, but a fish is a fish. I will eat any fish, cooked any way. Cod is lame but most others are good. I love sushi a lot, though I think I legally have to say ramen is my "favorite" food (it's just what I eat the most). Takoyaki is my actual favorite food right now; I will eat it wherever I can if I can afford to. Our local sushi place has the best still, most other places are chewy. I also will never turn down a Korean BBQ.

My fashion sense is middle aged mom 💀 Or show-my-ass. I'm looking into both more turtlenecks and pleather. Sometimes I want to be sexy fun and free, and others I want to be cute and cozy and put together. Either way, my fashion sense is "maturing" I think. Dominatrix by night bakesale-mom MILF is where I'm at I think LOL

Pets I'd love to have but won't are a hedgehog, a chinchilla, and a pufferfish

I don't think I have a favorite restaurant? I kind of don't like eating, and there are few things I crave consistently. I guess if local Japanese/Korean doesn't count, I don't have one. Fast food is fast food to me

I do have safe foods though. They're not necessarily what I crave all the time, they're just foods I know I can make it through. They are: corndogs (help....), dinosaur nuggets, and firewok instant noodles. I get a lot of frozen foods in general, but nugs n dogs are staples because they're easy

Right now all I ever seem to want is a baked lays potato chip 💀

My favorite music is disco or Powerful Women Stuff, and anything that makes me dance and/or laugh. I also love anything that reminds me of Shinra

Um. I'll add more maybe another time, or you can learn about me through 🫧 reading 🫧, but its 230 am so 🫢 Goodnight

[dalt20]

Tooning In 9. Dev Ross part 5 of 7

DL: so we were taking about disney last time right?

DR: I don't remember, I did tell you about my time there yes. Not sure if that was where we ended up.

DL: well, after jungle cubs how did you feel when you left the house of mouse?

DR: Disappointed that things had become so distant there. Lost the old feeling of comraderie. No real personal relationships. No team work, Very cold and corporate. I was very sad and felt I had lost a big part of my something that had once been so special.

DL: I'm sorry to hear that. Oh,so you wrote for Aladdin the series?

DR: A few eps,that is all.

DL: process for that?

DR: Don't remember a thing. I wasn't on it long enough for it to have made memories for me.

DL: so did you watch the film,before writing for the series or the sequel?

DR: Yes.

DL: thoughts on the first film?

DL: yeah he was great! so did you like any other 90s disney films?

DR: No. It was a pretty predictable Disney film. The best part was the Genie. Robin Williams ability to improv made the film. His stuff was fresh and out of the box.

DL: yeah he was great! so did you like any other 90s disney films?

DR: You'd have to be specific. I don't recall which movies came out when. I left Disney because I felt their still had become too predictable. Their use of iconic characters over and over was troubling to me.

DL: I see.

DR: They insisted on using their cast of characters and only finally reached for new characters long after I left. Meanwhile you had Pixar who was wildly creative and out of the box. Pixar wasn't afraid to find new heroes.

DL: well sadly pixar is now stale.

DR: Yep. It happens. Youth are turning to webtoons and 2D limited animations from Japan and Korea. Also the gaming industry has leaped ahead of narrative stories.

DL: well it's called 'anime' but yeah, that's all the rage! you probably grew up on speed racer and kimba.

DR: I know that it is called anime but what it is artistically is limited 2D animation. I did not watch speed racer or kimba.

DL: Gotcha. back to your career, you worked on adventures of the book of virtues for porchlight and PBS.

DR: Yes.

DL: written the episode, patience. can you explain to me the show and the episode.

DR: William Bennet was the driver of that. He was the a secretary of education under Reagan and very conservative. He believed kids weren't being taught morals and virtues enough so brought this series to life. Give me a clue on the patience episode as I don't recall it.

DL: thanks for giving me a history lesson (this is not sarcasm) the annie and ari are trying to teach other kids things but the other kids can’t do it and they become impatient with them. and also hellen keller.

DR: I actually really loved working in this show! I loved taking the lessons from the book and making them relatable to kids. But neither came easy. I did the play in high school and loved being Helen!

DL: That's awesome! Good for you!

DR: The fact that it showed the incredible resilience of these women was wonderful for me. I love telling these kinds of stories.

DL: Wow! So,how did you write the episode but trying not to make them christian? secular, i mean.

DR: I wrote them to be universal. All religions have common values. I'm not into religion at all but I do recognize intrinsic human values of kindness, compassion and patience. We all could use a giant dose of that today.

DL: Agreed.

DR: sends me a smiley face emoji 😀

DL : you wrote that episode with the creators according to IMdb.

DR : Not sure what you mean. I'm credited as writer on it...

DL : it said on the page for the episode you co wrote it with them.

DR : Hmm. I never co-wrote. I have the only credit on it when you view the opening. Maybe they made changes later. I don't know

DL : oh ok, lets talk about the Land Before Time. your golden ticket to fame!

DR: Yes. Loved writing those films. Great team.

DL: the first film, the great valley adventure. process on that?

DR: They had a script they didn't like and asked me to doctor it. I did a major rewrite of it in two weeks and that sealed the deal for more. I was fast and they liked my take on the characters. I used my own kids for inspiration and that worked! My six year old son was Little Foot and my bossy four year old was Cera.

DL: Oh, wow!

DR : I would see the problems they encountered with friends and used them in my stories. My son was getting picked on so I used his struggle to deal with prejudice kids. My kids would always give me ideas. It was so wonderful to turn their experiences into stories.

DL: That's awesome!

DR: It was very rewarding!

DL: so you read the original script, can you tell me what was from the script?

DR: The beginning with them finding the egg but that's pretty much it. I still had to share credit though.

DL: Ah, I see. so The Time of Great Giving, the process of that film and the story?

DR: That was crazy. They wanted me to create a Thanksgiving theme along with a fire safety message!

DL: wait, WHAT!?

DR: Since there weren't exactly turkeys back then or a Thanksgiving holiday, I had to find a story that gave those values. It was a bit nutty!! I wrote the whole script then was asked to go back and put a fire safety message in there! But the value of giving thanks and being grateful, that was easy to do. If you watch it, you'll see the Valley has a big fire and Littlefoot helps veryone escape safely.

DL: well, ( i dont curse that often but) that must be absolute hell to write!

DR: When you write for kids you are used to putting in subliminal and obvious messages. But, yes, that one challenged me! But I've made my career on taking hard topics and making them entertaining. I'm working on a science and medicdd as l show for kids now and some of the medical stuff is downright boring! But! We are putting it all in space and using aliens for the medical scenes which makes it crazy fun. The ep I'm working on now deals with constipation!!! But I'm showing it by Mr heroes getting stuck inside a giant space creature who is constipated!!

DL: is that Weird Detention?

DR: Sorry for my bad typing.

DL: It's OK.

DR: No, this is for Dr. Theory. Weirf Detention address conflict resolution. Weirddetention.com

It addresses the need for better communication via magical realism. Three kids trapped in school detention with no way out.

DL: oh ok, but we're  gonna talk about that at the near end. your gonna spoil the the project!

I send her a smiley face emoji 😁

DR: Nah...

DL: that was suppose to be the suprise at the end.

DR: Ok. I ruined my own surprise party!

DL: besides your IMdb credits get shorter when time goes on.

DR: Very true! It's called ageism, Hard to get hired when you get passed forty.

DL: I see.

DR: That's why I do mostly my own productions now.

DL: Oh, OK. Stories of My Childhood, what was that? You wrote the elEnglish dub for a episode.

DR: That was hard! I was hired to take old Russian animation and redo the stories in English. I had to fit English in mouths that were animated for the Russian language. I often had to change the stories as they were very old and not great for American kids. So I was stuck with the animation and had to use it to tell a different story.

DL: did you watch The Snow Queen? old soviet animated film from 1957, that had a all star cast like Art Link-letter. if your old enough to know.

DR: It was not easy. Yes, I think another writer redid that one. Maybe Stephanie Mathison or Sindy McKay. It was fun to be in the editing room on it. Working to adjust the character's mouth movements

DL: Did you watched the first "Art link-letter' dub as a kid?

DR: No.

DL: Of The Snow Queen.

DR: No.

DL: Okay. So but how did you feel about the show using old 50s Russian animation to show to 90s kids?

DR: It was oddly fun to try and make the stories more relevant to our audiences. I loved the challenge but it was tedious!

DL: I can only imagine.

DR: Everything had to fit their visuals and we could only stretch or shorten their mouths so much. Very time consuming. But dubbing is often just doing a translation. I was often rewriting the meaning of the show. That was very difficult.

DL: oh, well how do you feel to be a dub writer?

DR: It was challenging. I wouldn't want to do it a lot!

DL: ok so journey through the mists, process for that film?

DR: That was my need to address xenophobia. Fear of the unknown. People being afraid of others who are different. The story tells that by putting the characters in a strange new place full of new creatures. They need to deal with their fear of others while finding important medicine for Littlefoot's grandfather.

DL: you introduce Chomper the Sharptooth in that right?

DR: No. Chomper is in the first one I was hired to rewrite.

DL: oh ok. how did you came up with him?

DR: I inherited him from the other writers.

DL: Okay.

[thatoneguy031]

Uhh...

Holy wow, that was fast.

But, uhm. Yeah, onto King Clawthorne, the Titan of Burger Queen!

Also, shoutout to @rainbowangel110 for giving me more info on the show and fandom as a whole:

This isn't gonna be a "Oh my god, this character has pizazz" kinda thing, mostly because King doesn't wear much besides his collar, so this is gonna be more of an analysis of his character, and my personal thoughts on him.

Spoilers for the end of the show, by the way. If you haven't finished the show, I suggest you finish reading here!

...You're still here? Cool, just don't sue me if you get hit with the sledgehammer that is the show's endgame.

So firstly, I have to bring up something I realized a long time ago, and talked about in one of my first ever posts up here.

King actually has a mouth. But, he never uses it to actually talk.

Something that someone mentioned to me, though, is fairly interesting about him. You know how some legendary Pokemon have a telepathy-like way of communicating with the humans in the anime/movies? That someone on Twitter(I can't remember the name for the life of me, but kudos to them) said that he might communicate that way, only really using his mouth to either eat or let out those hyper shouts of his.

This is actually a really interesting idea that I wish the animators actually played with more. As far as I'm aware, neither Luz or Eda do as much as acknowledge it, nevermind question him about it. Maybe it has something to do with him being a Titan since his pops does the same thing, but I dunno.

Which brings me to yet another topic about the fellow: He's a Titan. Now, I hear y'all saying, "Guy, no freaking crap he's a Titan! The entire fandom knows this, it's no longer just a theory! What's the point of stating the obvious?!"

Here's one thing that I thought about. In my post about Luz, I mentioned that I loved her Titan Form. Besides the very heartwarming references that are in her outfit, she gets improved magic, durability, and can create glyphs on the fly, along with the magic circles that everyone and their mother in the Boiling Isles have been doing already. I was really upset when I found out that she only got to use it once before Papa Titan's spirit faded away, making sure to steal Luz's cool new form from her as it did so.

Call me Alpharad with the way I'm theory-crafting, but hear me out. King is already tapping into his Titan powers(As he should. You go, little furball!), unlocking and even mastering his hyper shout. How long do you think it's gonna be until he taps into more of his abilities? From what we know, Titans are extremely powerful. A drop of their blood contain enough power to open holes between realms, even being able to make a sort of purgatory area, as shown in Vee's debut episode(Is there a specific name for that area? That was also really cool). At least, I'm sure it's Vee's debut episode it appears in.

This might be the Pokemon fanboy in me, but what if King and Luz managed to sync up to bring that form back? Something more akin to Battle Bond, maybe? Heck, even King himself could get some kind of glow-up.

Speaking of glow-ups...

This... this is cool!

Don't get me wrong, I understand that King was in a state of distress as everything the show threw at him was finally too much to handle, and I do indeed feel bad for him. Very much so. But...

What.

The.

Heck?!

Lost Deity King, as I'm now dubbing him(Mostly because I don't know the form's real name), is what happens when you push a character too far. He's had enough, and wanted to snap Belos's neck for what he did to Luz, and Eda wanted to as well, but I'll get to her in the future. He wanted to kill him the same way Tsunami killed Gill(Wings of Fire reference, for those not aware).

...I really felt bad for him during this scene, though. Seriously. Excuse my language, but think about the absolute bullshit that King had to go through over the course of more-or-less eight years. He:

-Was basically abandoned at birth(I understand that Papa Titan had his own things going on, but he felt like he's been abandoned)

-Was convinced that he was the King of the Demons(Which isn't even a title, as far as I'm aware?) by the only thing he could even remotely call a parental figure

-Had to watch as his mother figure would turn into a dangerous owl monster basically on the weekly

-Was taken as a joke, a walking meme, for most if not all of his life(It sorta made sense for Eda and Luz, as they were family to him, and he knew it was just fun and games from them)

-Nearly died on several accounts, the most devastating of which(That I can remember) being nearly crushed in a magic cube because he did something as petty as refusing to write fanfiction due to burnout

-found out that his friend/sister TRAVELLED THROUGH TIME with his roommate/mother's sister(Who, might I add, TRIED TO KILL BOTH EDA AND LUZ on the SAME DAY, a few weeks ago) to look for the past version of someone that's actively hunting that same sister figure

-Was basically forced to team up with a potentially universe-ending being and be his plaything for about two or three days, watching those he loved being turned into puppets

-Was told that basically everything he believed about himself was an utter lie

Which, by the way, can I talk about that for a while? 'Cause this-

Just this. I can still hear his voice in this scene.

"...Y-You're all just messing with me, like usual, right?"

"Oh no... no no no no no no!"

"No! Keep that thing away from me, it's messing with my head!" Poor guy didn't even want the remnant of his horn back.

I'm not one to cry at movies or TV shows. I'm not trying to sound tough or anything, I just can't really bring myself to do that. But, when I heard King hyperventilate as he began having a existensial crisis, I bawled my eyes out for him. This scene legitimately broke my heart.

All of this, and the worst part?

...King is still a child.

That's right. According to the wiki(Which is where I pull a lot of these images from), King is around eight years old, and he's twelve during the epilogue. Point being, he still in need of caring parents. Yes, Eda was there, but continuing to tell the lie that he was the Demon King(Again, not even a real title) was a bit of a low move for her. I forgive her for that, especially since it was with good intentions, but jeez lady.

Back to the list of messed-up things that King went through:

-Was separated from Luz and his three other new friends for like, a week, as they traveled to the human realm by force(Yes, he caused it, but it was because he literally had to)

-Basically got involved in the second Great Ninja War but if the ninjas were replaced by witches, and was considered a large estate of power

...Oh, and how could I possibly forget? King also had to...*checks notes*...

-LITERALLY WATCH AS HIS BEST FRIEND WAS CRUSHED UNDER BELOS'S FOOT-CLAW-THING, POSSESSED BY STUPID DISNEY "KILL MC" PLOT BS AND DISINTEGRATE INTO BALLS OF LIGHT!!

Yeah, no wonder why he completely flipped his shit in this scene! Wouldn't you?!

It's just that... King really went through a lot. Can someone give him a hug?

Like...

How did we get from this, to... That thing?

I said that I loved the Lost Deity, but if it meant that his mental health could remain stable... I'm willing to live without it.

...Rant and tears aside, I really love King. He's just a lovable dog thing, while still being such a slippery little fella.

For example, someone made this piece of artwork of him, and it's been on my mind for quite some time.

I know this isn't official art, but y'all can still admit that King didn't even have drip anymore... He was a whole fountain. I couldn't trace the image back a specific person, but I found it somewhere here, if you guys want to use it as a wallpaper!

(Also, I don't know why, but he gives such early 2010s energy in this photo.)

Y'all want more of adorable pics of King? Here ya go!

Woo, work it! Yass, slay queen!

Real talk though, we can all agree that this guy is awesome, right? Just off of principle.

Overall, King is my favorite character in the show(Although, between you and me, it was sort of a close call when Titan Luz entered the field), and I just hope that life is nothing but uphill for him.

...He deserves it.

[ifvillainwhysexi]

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Nine: You know, Skeptic gives Dabi flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too. Overhaul: Okay. *Later* Overhaul: *gives Dabi flowers* Dabi: ??? Overhaul: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

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Overhaul: I love you. Nine: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that. *Overhaul and Nine kiss passionately* Dabi, to Skeptic: You owe me 20 dollars.

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Dabi: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. Skeptic: I sleep with a knife. Overhaul: Both of you are pathetic. Dabi: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? Overhaul: Nine.

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Dabi: Why are your tongues purple? Overhaul: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Nine: I had a red one. Dabi: oh. Dabi: Dabi: OH. Skeptic: Skeptic: You drank each other's slushies?

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Dabi: Why is Overhaul crying on the floor? Skeptic: They're drunk. Dabi: And? Skeptic: They saw a picture of Nine's spouse. Dabi: But they're Nine's spouse. Skeptic: I know.

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Overhaul: Bro, I had a dream we fucked. Nine: Bro, relax it was just a dream. Overhaul: Huh, gay, I wouldn’t fuck you. Nine: You wouldn’t? Overhaul: I mean, unless you want to-

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Overhaul: Did it hurt when you fell- Nine: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Overhaul: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Nine: ... Overhaul: You just laid there for 15 minutes

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Overhaul: How do I tell Nine that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

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Overhaul: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight. Nine: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther? Overhaul, already taking off their clothes: God, Nine, you’re so fucking stupid.

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Overhaul: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Nine: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Overhaul: ... Overhaul: You mean ring bearER, right? Nine: ... Overhaul: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Nine: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt. Overhaul: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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Overhaul: Nine, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Nine, naked in Overhaul's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Overhaul, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

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Overhaul: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. Nine: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Overhaul: Seize the dick.

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Overhaul, admiring a sleeping Nine: You’re so cute. Nine, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Overhaul, lovingly: I know.

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I'm back on my shit you guys q(≧▽≦q)

[rebeccccccaaa]

ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ

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ғʀᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you and steve hooked up once and neither of you can forget that night

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: smut 18+ minors dni plz, kinda rough? but of course major fluffy aftercare from soft boi stevie, bit of inexperienced reader and insecure reader

(accidentally written unprotected sex but this is fanfiction lmao plz be safe irl)

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: ive never participated in a challenge before and i think @honeysucklesteve is just the sweetest so hope you like it el! And congrats on 4k :T

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“And the interesting thing about that, mind I add…” the words of your professor falling short because you can’t shake the feeling of his eyes looking at you.

You kept your head low fighting the urge within you not to look back. A couple nights ago you landed yourself in the bed of the infamous frat president Steve Rogers and to make matters worse, you both major in American Studies meaning you share all of your classes.

You didn’t have much experience with guys in high school so it wasn’t surprising when you had the same experience in college. What was surprising was the fact you spent a night in the arms of one of the most handsome men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Steve Rogers was a huge catch. Teachers loved him, girls chased him,and guys wanted to be him.

You remember that night so vividly.

The way his hands fit so perfectly on your hips. The way his lips felt so hot against your own burning skin; and moved perfectly against yours. The things he whispered in your ear. They way he held you close when you fell asleep in his arms. The way you hated yourself the next morning when you snuck out. The way your tummy flutters simply because he’s looking at you right now.

You breathed out shakily before turning your head to find his eyes with yours; he looked away the moment you did shyly, very unlike him. Fuck he was gonna be the death of you.

“And that should be the end of the lecture. I’m gonna go ahead let you guys go a little early. Have a good weekend everyone and make sure to check your emails,” the professor gathered his things and left.

You packed your things quickly trying your best to avoid his gaze that you knew was still on you. Steve packed quickly too before walking hot on your tail, just about to call your name until…

“Hey, Y/n,” Bucky called out.

“Oh, hey Buck.”

“It’s the weekend and as usual the guys and I want to party tonight. But the dean said one more noise complaint about our house and we get on academic probation so we’re asking a couple of people who might wanna come to the club with us.”

Behind Bucky you could see Steve walking towards you two and your stomach sank. Bucky and Steve were best friends and you don’t know if Steve told him that you guys slept together last weekend. What if something happens again tonight if you say yes. Why are you even thinking that something could happen again? Steve Rogers is way out of your league it was a miracle that you landed a chance to be his bed warmer in the first place.

“I’ll see you for lunch, man,” Steve said to Bucky patting his best friend's shoulders. His eyes lingering with yours until you had to pull away.

“I don’t think I should,” you told him, walking towards the door.

“Come on, Nat told me you're quite the party animal and you left early last week I didn’t get to see you in action,” Bucky chuckled, walking with you. You didn’t leave early…

“Buck,” you looked at him.

“Please?” he asked. You exhaled sharply rolling your eyes before walking away to your next class.

“Is that a yes?” he shouted, making you turn around with a cheeky grin. You got to your next class and noticed Steve sitting in a new seat today, particularly the one next to the seat you usually sit in. None of his housemates or regular friends took this specific lecture so he usually sat in the very back corner alone. But today here he is.

His head snapped up when you entered the room. You hesitantly sat down next to him still avoiding his eyes. You set up your laptop on the small table as did Steve; both your eyes glancing at each other quite awkwardly until Steve finally interrupts the silence.

“You coming tonight?” he whispered.

“What’s in it for me if I do?” you said playfully.

“A repeat of the best night you’ve ever had,” he said cheekily.

“Oh, really,” you chuckled sarcastically as he nodded with an overly proud smirk.

“Probably not,” you answer his question.

“Seriously? Why not? I can pick you up,” he said.

“Steve,” you warned.

“What? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me?”

“You’re so full of it,” you said, making you both laugh.

“You were full of my dick last week,” he whispered.

“Steve!” you punched his side making him laugh hard enough for other students to take notice of your ruckus.

“Welcome class, we’ll begin the lecture in one minute. I’m just gonna pull it up on the projector,” the professor said rushing in.

“Please come tonight,” he whispered.

“Why are you obsessed with me?” you joked.

“Fuck off,” he chuckled.

“If I say ok, will you shut up for the rest of the lecture?”

“Maybe,” he grinned.

“Then maybe I’ll come,” you smirked.

Throughout the lecture Steve paid absolutely no attention whatsoever. Steve had been thinking about that night just as much as you had. The way your neck craned to the side a bit, reminding him of when he littered marks and bruises all over last week. The way you subtly bit your lip in concentration but all that clouded his mind was lust remembering how you looked so pretty from above when he was settled between your legs.

He wanted you again so badly. He wasn't going to lie, it sort of hurt him when he woke up and you weren't there. He thought maybe there was something between you two, god knows the tension was overwhelming that night. You weren't the most frisky woman he'd been with but you were sweet; slight innocence with your intimacy. He craved you.

Steve leaned towards you, his fingers twiddling with yours. You tried your best to ignore his advances despite how much you equally craved him. He ran his nose along your cheek and jaw and your breathing quickened inhumanly.

"What are you doing?" you whispered.

"Nothing, just relax," he responded. As much as he wanted to drag you out of class and fuck you so good, he knew you'd rip him a new one if he did. No matter how he'd make you feel.

"No, we're in the middle of a lecture," you argued.

"I'm not doing anything," he said humorously, you were not humored though.

"Steve," you scolded when he pressed a faint kiss under your ear.

You knew a guy like Steve was horny practically twenty-four seven, but you didn't take him to be quite clingy. Especially with someone like you. His arm wrapped under yours. His other resting on your thigh. His head tucked in the crook of your neck. It wasn't particularly sexual, but it was intimate. Something normal to couples, and you two were not a couple.

"Please come tonight," he whispered, “If not I’ll come over.”

"Ugh fine," you grunted, your voice breaking into a giggle because you did somewhat enjoy this unfamiliar attention.

Steve continued to sit next to you during the rest of your classes for the day absent mindedly teasing you, playing with your fingers, twirling your hair between his fingers, leaning his head on your shoulder while he held your hand. Like geez, take a girl out already.

By the time you got back to your shared apartment with two of your closest friends you felt conflicted. Why the sudden shift in Steve? You two weren't exactly best friends before, just two people who shared classes and accidentally slept with each during a drunken night at a frat party.

"Hey, everything ok?" Wanda asked you noticing your inner battle.

"Uh, yeah. Kinda. No," you said defeatedly making the girls chuckle.

"What happened?" Nat asked.

"That guy, that I… you know."

"Fucked?"

"Nat!" you said embarrassed.

"Go on," Wanda encouraged.

"Well, I never told you guys but the guy was Steve," you said shyly.

"What!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously.

"You're lying," Nat laughed.

"You really went from zero to a hundred," Wanda giggled.

"Guys stop," you whined.

"All day today, he's been like super clingy. Holding my hand and pretending he's like my boyfriend."

"Wait, I thought you liked him?" Nat asked, confused.

"I mean I do, but it's sudden and I'm pretty sure it's only because he wants to get in my pants again, you know?" you rationed.

"Awe, I don't think that's true. I've known Steve for a bit and yeah he sleeps around sometimes but he's not a giant dick. Doing that would be way too shallow, especially for Steve," Nat said.

“Yeah but don’t you think it’s weird?” you asked.

“Look did Bucky ask you about tonight?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, he did- how do you know that?” you asked, confused.

“Oh- Uh,” Nat paused.

“She asked Buck to invite you,” Wanda snickered.

“Why?” you asked.

“Well, you never go out with us and the last time you did we thought you just went home but apparently you were getting laid,” Nat cackled.

“Oh my- shut up,” you huffed before storming off to your room.

“Wait! Can you at least come with us tonight?” Wanda followed you.

“No,” you giggled.

“Please!” both girls said at the same time. As you closed your door with a grin on your face not responding.

Hours later you laid on your bed lowly listening to the soft rumbling chaos from your comedic roommates. You stayed in your not so sexy undergarments and not so sexy sweatpants along with a hoodie you stole from your brother before you moved.

You ate the junk you’ve stocked up on the past few weeks feeling a bit glum. It’s not that you didn’t necessarily want to go, you would love to spend another night in that gorgeous man’s arms but there’s absolutely no way Steve is gonna want you the way you’d like him too. Not sober.

There was a subtle knock on your door and you called out knowing the girls were probably ready to leave.

"How do we look?" Nat asked, walking into your room with Wanda.

"Wow, you guys look hot," you said sitting up.

"You think Vis would like this or is it too much?" Wanda asked sheepishly, she's had a crush on the foreign exchange student Vis for the longest time and had yet to make a move.

"I think someone's gonna have a lucky night," you wiggled your brows suggestively, making her roll her eyes and blush.

"What about you, still chasing Bryce?" you turned to Nat looked extra sexy tonight.

"His name is Bruce," she rolled her eyes.

"And yes, I am," she chuckled.

"You're so weird," you giggled, Bruce didn't seem to particularly be Nat's type but hey, no judgement.

"I heard he's got like a monster cock," you said.

"Shut up," she pushed you playfully.

“It’s always the nerds,” Wanda giggled.

"Anyways, are you sure you don't want to come?" Wanda asked sincerely.

"I'm sure," you smiled.

"Steve's gonna miss you," Nat teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that."

"Well, stay safe, cutie," the girls waved heading to the Uber that waited outside for them.

"You too!"

You sighed before grabbing more snacks to stuff your face with. A couple hours went by of sitting around watching nonsense on TV for a bit. You ate dinner that was far from fine dining but it was available before slouching on your bed until the late hours of the night.

You were practically falling asleep, tired and dry eyes glued to the screen of your small TV when you got a knock at the front door. You check the clock by your bed wondering if maybe either of the girls left their keys, but it wasn’t even midnight yet.

You clutched your phone walking hastily to the front door as quietly as possible creeping up to the peehole to see who would be your unexpected guest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you swung the door open.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Steve retorted.

“My jamas,” you rolled eyes stepping to side to let him in.

“Seriously what are you doing here?”

“I told you earlier, you didn’t come tonight so I came to you,” he said, taking his jacket off.

“Seriously?” you tried not to smile, but the action gave you butterflies.

“You promised to come. I missed you,” he said walking up to you.

“You’re so full of shit,” you giggled, staring at his devilishly handsome grin.

“Come on, whatcha doing?” he said, grabbing your hand and taking you to the room. You three had a fairly small apartment and your light was obviously the only one on in the whole apartment making it easy for him.

“Well, before you rudely invaded my home, I was stuffing my face with all kinds of junk watching TV,” you said to him making him scowl playfully at you.

“Well, then let’s finish the rest of your junk food then,” he said laying on your bed. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the sudden shift in attention. Steve was a guy who could have anyone and he’s chasing you for some reason.

You weren’t a blonde bombshell with a perfect hourglass figure that made guys want you left and right. You had flaws that drew people away and you don’t think Steve remembers that night like you do. What if he hates your body? What if he thinks you're annoying and suddenly leaves?

“Everything alright?” Steve asked you.

“Uh, sorta,” you answered honestly.

“Come here, talk to me,” he said, opening his arms. You couldn't help your eyes narrowing at him.

“What?”

“Do you even remember anything from that night?” you whispered.

“Where’s this coming from?” he asked.

“Steve, come on,” you chuckled.

“What?”

“Do you just wanna fuck now? Make it quick so you can go back to the party-”

“Woah, who said anything about fucking?” he stood up towering over you making you suddenly feel really small and shy.

“I mean that’s why you’re here, right?”

“I came because I told you if you didn't go out with us that I was gonna hang with you. I didn’t say anything about sleeping with you. If you really want I can go home but I wanted to hang out with you,” he said sincerely.

“Oh, I- uh,” you stuttered; well now you feel like a dick.

“We can just sit and keep watching TV until you want to go to sleep and I can head out,” he said, sitting back down on your bed. You sat beside him carefully watching his movements. He kept his eyes trained on the TV for a bit before locking his eyes with yours. You turned away quickly hearing him chuckle before sudden movement escalated behind.

Steve grabbed you from behind gently and leaned back so you laid on his chest. You could feel the hard plains of muscles on your back. And the way his strong wrapped perfectly around your waist, it felt heavenly.

Steve’s jaw tightened from the hypnotizing scent of your shampoo. He remembered it from that night not long ago and he couldn’t get it out of his head.

He wasn't going to lie, since that night all he could think about was how smooth your skin was under his fingertips. How pretty you sounded when he was settled between your legs. How good it felt when your fingers carded through his hair. He wanted you so bad.

He wanted to wake you up between your thighs again. Ravish you once more before breakfast, hell eat you for breakfast. But when you weren't there sleeping as peacefully beside him like the night before, his heart tugged. Did he say something wrong? Did he do something wrong? What if he hurt you?

He gave you space, clearly evident you hadn't wanted to talk to him but those few days went by and the same lingering stares and shy glances came back again and he craved you in his arms again.

When Nat asked him and Bucky to invite you again out to party, he really wanted to be with you that night even if you didn't end the night naked in each other's arms, just being around you was enough for him. Fortunately here he is with you, with arms wrapped around your waist and Steve couldn’t be happier.

You looked so fucking adorable to wearing sweats and a hoodie; he wishes it was one of his own. You had fluffy socks on too that had dog faces on them and he swears his heart melted. What you two were watching was making you laugh and each chuckle or giggle that came from you was like music to his ears.

He couldn’t help himself when his lips pressed against the top of your head. Your body momentarily froze before relaxing again in his arms. Your arms laid over his and tightened so you could cuddle into him even more. Your eyes felt heavy and the feeling of Steve’s lips slowly reaching your neck didn’t help you want to sleep.

When his cool lips grazed your burning skin, you could feel your skin burst into chills. You practically shuddered in his arms and your face grew hot when you did. It all becomes suddenly overwhelming and you jump off on his lap turning to him with a distressed expression.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?” Steve said worriedly.

“You did just want to sleep with me,” you mumbled tears forming in your eyes.

“What! No, that’s not it,” he panicked; using you was the last thing he wanted you to think he was doing, and wanted in general.

“Then what’s going with you? Ever since we fucked you’re suddenly attached to me, putting your hands all over me, pretending like you're my boyfriend! And I don’t understand why,” you said frustrated.

“I feel like your just using me or something-”

“That is the last thing I want,” he interrupted, his voice low.

“Then why are you doing this; Steve you could have anybody and for some fucking sick reason you keeping mocking me. Making me think I have a chance.”

“And you don’t think you do?” he asked, heart broken, making you scoff and turn away.

“Look, fine I’ll admit that maybe before that night I wouldn’t have made a move; but I’m gonna admit that I haven’t not felt something for you before,” he said, getting closer to you.

“What?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. And that night didn’t do shit to help me get over you,” he chuckled.

You crawled to him carefully looking into his eyes for any sign that he was being untruthful; you cupped his face gently.

“Are you drunk?” you whispered.

“Not one bit.”

You pressed your lips to his feverishly and Steve nearly moaned at the feeling. His hands grasped your waist firmly pulling you to sit comfortably on his lap. His hands crept under your hoodie holding you close.

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders holding yourself up as slowly leaned back onto your pillows. Your cold hands cupped his face as you deepened the kiss and his hand went to rest on your bottom.

With this new found position, his chest pressed against yours, his hips grinded up allowing you to feel all of him. Every pushing second you grew needier and whiny, practically clawing at his shirt to feel his skin.

"So needy already. And I've hardly touched you," he chuckled lowly in your ear.

He sat up nonetheless and stripped his shirt revealing his gorgeous physique that kept you up at night and infiltrated your dirtiest dreams. You brushed your hands all over his chest with your bottom lip between your teeth; Steve smirking slightly proud of the effect he had on you simply by having his shirt off.

"Come on, pretty girl. I wanna see you too," he's whispered before kissing you softly.

"Wait, I don't…" you didn't particularly feel very sexy and instantly became insecure about your body compared to Steve's.

"It's ok, we can cuddle," he smiled.

"Well, if I'm being honest I do want you. It's just, I just ate all this junk food and I'm not wearing anything sexy. I didn't shave and-"

"Hey, I don't care. You don't need to impress me or wear anything special for me. I just want you to look pretty sitting on my face and make pretty sounds telling me how I'm gonna make you feel."

Your body trembled at his words, arousal instantly flooding from you. His nose brushed against your cheek dragging along to your jawline before pressing kisses gingerly to your jaw and neck. His hands slowly lifted your hoodie and you raised your hands letting him remove your hoodie.

Your shoulders caved in out of habit, being topless in front of handsome men wasn't normally on your schedule; but the look in Steve's eyes, the look on his face holding a hungry and adorning expression made you more comfortable, reaching out to cup his face kissing him deeply.

You sighed breathlessly into the kiss as Steve's hands rubbed your sides. You pulled away momentarily only to put your lips on Steve's neck. Steve felt himself growing harder and needier to see you, feel you, pleasure you.

"Pretty girl, I need you. Lemme taste you, please," he whined.

He picked you up and laid down on your back to pull your sweatpants down your legs. You lifted your hips for him and he smiled cheekily at you biting his lip. Steve lifted your leg kissing the inside of your calf staring at with those hungry eyes.

"I still wanna see you sitting on my face, pretty girl," Steve said, pulling to him.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna crush you or anything," you whispered, making Steve chuckle.

Steve laid down assuring you that he wanted this and grabbed your hand helping you straddle his face. When you did Steve kissed the inside of your thighs playfully nipping and marking the sensitive skin making you gasp.

Steve wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing your center impossibly close to him, finally licking a long and wet stripe up your slit. Your moans were soft at first but when Steve started circling his tongue around your clit, you could help getting louder and bucking your hips grinding on his face.

Steve’s eyes were close relishing in your sex. You combed your fingers through his hair and Steve moaned loudly against your pussy. He dipped his tongue past your folds and that along with the vibrations from his beautiful moans, you head threw back moaning in pure ecstasy, moaning so loud your neighbors were definitely going to file a complaint.

“Fuck, Steve. Your mouth feels so good; shit!” you whined.

His tongue circled your clit again quicker this time and you bucked your hips, tightening your stomach and squeezing your legs as you approached your high. Steve kneaded the soft flesh of your ass lapping up everything you gave him.

Steve crawled from under you as you held onto the headboard, still standing on your knees, trying to catch your breath. Steve came up behind you rubbing your hips softly, kissing the back of your neck softly. He quickly rid the remaining of his clothes he still wore, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach desperate for some sort of attention.

You breathe softly, hyper focused on the cum that slipped down your inner thighs. Your legs lightly trembled from just his mouth you couldn’t wait to feel what his cock would feel like, filling you up like it was only a week ago. Steve sat beside you looking at you with a soft smile on his face, his hand softly rubbing the back of your legs and your bottom too.

He reached around to grab your hip and slowly turned you around settling you between his legs; your back pressed against his chest as it was only moments before, more innocently than now. His lips sucked and kissed your neck as his hands cupped and kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts.

Your hands rested over his own and your hips squirmed a bit for eagerness. The low growl from Steve because your hips grinded against his cock was incredibly arousing.

“Such an eager little slut ain't cha’,” he grabbed your hair.

“Fuck,” you mumbled as he pushed you forward on your hands and knees.

“Want me to fuck you? Remind you how I felt buried so fucking deep inside you? God, I think about you every fucking night; how perfect you were wrapped around me, how beautiful you sounded underneath me,” he whispered huskily in your ear making you shudder.

“Stevie, please,” you whimpered.

His hands rubbed up and down your back as he chuckled darkly.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to take care of you again, pretty girl,” he kissed your back softly.

He wrapped his hand around his cock slowly and languidly pumping it. He couldn’t help but tease slightly circled his tip along your entrance pulling desperate whines from you. He finally reached his own breaking point, unable to stand not being able to feel you so he pushed his hips forward moaning loudly at how tight you felt around him.

“So good, pretty girl,” he moaned.

“Fuck, Stevie. Filling me up so good; you’re so big,” you sighed.

“Damn right, pretty girl. Taking my cock so well. Fucking made for me,” he grunted.

His snapped in and out increasingly quicker with each thrust; the vulgar sounds of his movements and skin slapping against each other echoed loudly in the room. Harmonizing with both your pleasurable moans.

Chasing both your releases, Steve’s hips jerked rougher and harder in and out of you making you practically shriek at the feeling. He leaned forward wrapping his hand around your throat before pulling you flush against his chest.

“Such pretty baby,” he bit your ear.

“Fuck! Stevie I need to come,” you whined.

“Yeah, you want to come all over my cock? Make a fucking mess?” he growled.

“Please!”

“Hold on, pretty girl. I’m almost there,” he sighed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure.

You whined and whimpered, tears brimming your eyes from that overwhelming feeling. You couldn’t help but clench hard around his cock desperately holding back for your release.

“Fuck, do that again, pretty girl,” Steve gasped.

“God, yes. I’m close, pretty girl. You ready to come?” he pulled your head back to look at your face.

Tears fell inelegantly down your cheeks, sweat lined your forehead, your chest moved rapidly up and down; to Steve, you looked ethereal.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Let go, pretty girl. I gotcha,” he whispered against your lips.

Your eyes rolled back as your body shook against Steve’s, releasing onto his dick profoundly. Steve swallowed your louds moans, roughly pressing his lips to yours, moaning himself. You clenched hard around Steve one last time feeling his throbbing cock shoot hot ribbons of cum, coating your walls.

When you eased your way slowly down from your high, Steve laid you down gently pulling out to see his cum mixed with yours spilling from you. You looked so fucked out breathing heavily, whimpering at the loss of Steve inside you. He wanted to, but held back from taking you again. But not wanting to hurt you, he treaded towards the bathroom and turned on the water to run you two a hot bath. He picked you up gently pressing kisses all over your face and neck before planting one delicious kiss on your lips; your hands reaching around his neck to deepen it if that was even possible.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, coating your arms with soap to wash you. You laid against him with your eyes closed desperately trying not to fall asleep in his arms.

“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked softly.

“Mh-m,” you shook your head slightly with a blissful smile on your face.

“Good,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you passionately.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, barely audibly.

“For coming to hang out with me tonight,” you chuckled. Your eyes felt too heavy, simply remembering the way he carried you carefully back to your bed and held for the rest of the night.

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