#and also eat. I had a really good late breakfast/lunch before going back to bed

[wtungsten]

I'm supposed to be studying and all I've done today is sleep ;-;

[blissfullyecho]

My 2025 Skinny Routine

1. I’m cutting back on added sugar. My ultimate goal is to keep my added sugar below 20g or 30g weekly (I have a huge sweet tooth and can easily have this in a day). Added sugar is only found in processed foods and it makes you fat and age. But I’m not giving up on sweets entirely so I’ll limit my budget to 20-30g weekly.

2. Intermittent fasting at least 16:8 daily. Fasting is such a good way for your blood sugar to regulate, your gut to actually run smoothly, burns through carbs and sugars first to then burn fat (energy), etc.

3. Skinny dinners— no carbs at night unless it was on occasion. Carbs are important to give us fuel and energy. I don’t need energy and fuel before bed in a couple of hours.

4. I’m ditching dairy and having it on special occasions like if I ate out. But I won’t have dairy or anything containing dairy in my kitchen this year. I’ll enjoy it when I’m eating out.

5. Fasted cardio. So I live in LA and since moving here, I fell in love with hiking. My job allows me to work remote so I can go on a few hikes per week in the morning. Running is also one of my favs but I would like to be outside more this year.

6. Reformer pilates. I currently go to Pilates a solid 3x a week but I’m going to increase that to 4x a week. I spend almost $800 a month for my current membership (I have unlimited mat and reformer pilates) and would actually like to take advantage of what I’m paying for.

7. I’m going to start eating breakfasts again. I’ve noticed that when I don’t have breakfast, I make crazy decisions for lunch and dinner. I intermittent fast currently from 12p-6p but I’m thinking about changing it to 9a-3p.

8. You guys are going to gag but I spend almost $2k a month in food delivery. This includes tipping, and yes, I always tip and I tip 25% because I found out Uber only pays the drivers $2 per trip and drivers have to pay for their own gas. So yes, I’m tipping and I’m not going to cut down on tipping. But I am going to cut down on the amount of times I get food delivery because I get so bloated everytime I eat out. LA has really good healthy options but I still feel nauseous after I eat out vs. when I eat from home.

9. I’m going to start reaching for fruit way more than sweets. My problem is that I will buy a bunch of produce because it’s convenient for me when I’m feeling lazy, and then it sits in my fridge getting moldy because I want Tiramisu instead. I’m going to have to train myself to grab for fruit and let the tiramisu be a weekly treat and not a daily 9pm Uber Eats delivery (although I have been good because it’s holiday season and I cut back on the junk this time of year)

10. Scale back on the red meat. I have been eating steak almost every day and I am so lethargic afterwards. I’ve never really been a crazy meat eater but lately I’ve been eating filet or wagyu daily. I even had bacon wrapped scallops last night and I hate bacon. Like I said in my last skinny post, I eat a ton of protein around this time of year but the red meat is not making me feel too hot.

This is obviously subject to change but this is what I’ve been feeling lately. I don’t care for any messages that tell me this is triggering. What this is is healthy. Having 10 burgers a week because you’re “listening to your body” is not healthy and that’s not self-love or balance. That’s 10 freaking cheeseburgers lol.

Anyway, my book The Luxe Girl’s Playbook to Life that talks about going into 2025 an upgraded version of yourself will be unavailable in 2 days from this post (11/28/24). Get yourself yours today or miss out.

[hybridhideoutstory]

CHAPTER 3

The first place Payton was that morning was in the hideout kitchen with Pattie at 6:30 sharp. The two of them were starting their punishment of the day after attempting to eliminate each other off the Hideout’s registry. Today the two of them were washing every dish left behind by the hybrids during breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. This was all basically 6:30am to 10:00pm, the only difference over the course of the day was what they had to clean off the plates. 

Payton had to wear a heavy and thick bonnet as to not get their purple paint hair wet, even if their horns poked out of it uncomfortably. They also had bright yellow rubber gloves that went up to their forearms. They wore a dirty apron that went down to their knees and the thickest clothes the hideout had in their supplies. They were sweating bullets, but instead of just looking shiny and smelling like rotten fish they started to look like a splash of rainbow colors and reeked of expo markers. Apparently their sweat had to be watercolor paint, of course it was. All Pattie had to wear was gloves, a hair net, and an apron over her normal clothes. Safe to say she didn’t understand Payton’s complaints about the heat. 

Their body was still aching from fight yesterday. They felt like they were going to fall over from the heat and the pain combined. 

Sometime in late evening one of the workers returned home early so Pattie and Payton were asked to run one of the cashier positions. It wasn’t much of a cashier as in collecting money, it was more like just take the order and tell the cooks. Pattie basically forced Payton to run it because according to her she couldn’t “do math” even if math wasn’t involved. That was fine by Payton, at least they weren’t at risk of death by wet. About ten minutes before they could go back to their room that evening a kid walked up to the counter and placed his arm smugly over the table like he owned the place.

“Good evening juvenile hybrid” 

“Wow… good to meet you too what the hell is your order…” 

The kid looked like an adolescent anthropomorphic Dumbo. He had the same ears of an elephant and teeth that stuck out of his mouth like tusks. He wore a red T-shirt and cargo shorts with so many pockets that Payton envied him. 

“I don’t want anything to eat really, just want you to know that this is what happens when ladies like you try to act like boys.”

“… what…”

“I mean, they put you two on dishwashing duties today for a reason! 

Payton stood there in a stunned silence for a moment “Um… sir, I’m not a woman 

“Oh so your one of those girls.” 

“What?”

“One of those girls who think they aren’t a girl, well that’s not what biology says. You girls gotta learn that your gender depends on what’s in your pants, not just something you can change Willy nilly for attention. Enjoy washing those dishes because I assume this punishment is going to happen again if you don’t fix your act. Good day young lady!” And just like that he walked away. 

“Who was that punk?” Pattie shouted from the back. 

“I- I don’t know. I’ve been here for like two days.” 

“I bet it was that Lucas kid” she said with a small amount of cheer

“Who?” 

“Lucas! Him and his sister are always tryna start fights in this place. They’re discourse hybrids.”

“Discourse hybrids? Wait wait so do the make people fight each other?” 

“Better, they make groups a people fight. They basically cause civil war. Which is awesome because it means more pain!” 

“Oh so you just like when people are in pain?” 

“Well yeah! I’m the pain hybrid! It’s all I do!” Pattie proclaimed with pride. 

“Well isn’t it lovely that we know each other” Payton said sarcastically. 

That night as Payton was sitting in bed they kept thinking about that Lucas kid and his apparent sister. What really bothered them was what Lucas said to them. His logic wasn’t much different than their parents, which was probably why it had really gotten under their skin. Whatever biology textbook he read certainly didn’t matter anymore, no one in the hideout was even fully human, that’s why they were there anyway! At least their gender, according to his logic, was “yellow paint” and not “girl”. That made them feel a little better. 

The next day was finally a day were they could do what they want, free of tours and chores. They took the elevator to areas they assumed Omf never had the time to show them because they had go beaten half ways through. They took a major liking to the art studio. It was gorgeous. Kids were quiet and mostly just listening to music while doing crafts, painting, sketching, and anything that could be a creative outlet. They sat on a table with another kid and set up their canvas. Now, what they really wanted to test was if they could paint with their tail. It was pretty wide but not to large, it was manageable. The sky blue color the studio had was amazing, not only was the color vibrant and exactly what they wanted, it also tasted like sweet cotton candy. 

“Excuse me?” Said the girl at the table. She looked to be the same age as Payton. She wore a blue turtleneck And had long brown hair. She had the ears of a donkey which made Payton think maybe she was the gold  hybrid or something, they knew some things about Greek mythology despite their Christian upbringing. The girl stared at her. 

“Are you enforcing the stereotype that art kids are gay?” She said with a hint of self righteousness 

“What? No? I just like to paint. It’s always been a pastime of mine.” 

“I don’t believe you.”

“Oh my god…” 

“HEY! That’s offensive to some Christian hybrids here who might not feel comfortable with you using the lords name in vain!”

“But…”

“No buts! I’m going to have to make a peaceful protest against you!” The donkey girl grabbed a nearby can of purple paint and dumped it onto Payton’s head. Their clothes weren’t stained as their body basically started to absorb it, but the extra paint caused their hair to suddenly grow really long. They hated that. Suddenly they heard a voice they recognized. 

“Good one sis!” Said Lucas, who was standing at the side of the table the whole time. “You really got her good.” 

“Hey, at least I’m peaceful about my views.”

Lucas sat down next to his sister. “Did ya know my sister Lela is an excellent hair stylist?” He asked Payton. “Of course, we couldn’t go too short, didn’t want you to look too boyish.” 

Payton could feel their body boiling, literally, the paint was bubbling off their skin. They got of from their seat and stormed out of the studio. 

Omf spotted Payton in the lobby of the hideout.

“Hey Pay Pay! :]>” he exclaimed. “Woah, where did you get the reverse haircut? :]” 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” They stomped their foot. 

“Hey, your obviously grumpy stumpy on something! Why don’t ya tell me? I can keep secrets.” 

“It’s the discourse hybrids.”

His jaw would’ve fell off his face if it wasn’t attached to his face. “Sugar-cookie >:[, those guys are so rude to everyone for no reason! No wonder your so cranky!”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“Maybe write it down in a journal?” Omf suggested. 

“OH MY GOSH!” Shouted Lela from across the lobby. Payton perked up in shock wondering how she and her brother got there so fast.

Lucas spoke up. “Are you really gonna journal? Didn’t you know that paper was invented in Foreign land? Not only that but it was invented in China! Which is a threat to our American civilization!”

“And!” Lela interjected. “Paper is made of trees! Do you support the countless trees that are constantly murdered so you can write your sorry little woes into a hideous journal? You! Paint person…”

“Paint girl…” Lucas stated mater of factly. 

“Right… you are one of the most offensive hybrids in this whole hideout! And everyone is going to know because I’m going to tell every one!” 

If Payton was bubbling before they were boiling by now. “What kind of nonsense reasoning are you just spitballing?! That makes no sense!” 

“It’s just facts!” The siblings said in unison. 

“THATS IT!” Payton screamed. “IM GONNA KILL YOU TWO!” 

“PAYTON!” Omf restrained them. “Please! Don’t let them get to you!  They’re trying to make you feel all angry and stuff!” 

Payton struggled against Omf while the siblings look on smugly, as if daring Payton to attack. 

“You’re really going to let these losers get away with nonsense?!” Payton shouted. 

“Please! I know it’s nonsense! That’s why you can’t give into it!” 

“Go on juvenile!” Egged on Lucas. “We all know your going to end up washing dishes again like a true lady!”

“SHUT! UP!” Payton growled. 

“You clearly plan on hurting my brother over here! I’m afraid I’m gonna have to rally up my friends and we’ll hold a peaceful protest to have you silently executed for your behavior. Don’t worry it’ll be an accident. I don’t do horrible stuff like that on purpose.” 

“YOU!…”

Omf covered their mouth before they could say anything that would get them cancelled by Lela. “Sorry fellow hideout residents!” He said apologetically. “Payton here is very new to the hideout and they are under a lot of stress! They don’t mean anything they say, it’s just the emotional pressure of it all!  I’m going to take them to a place where they can let go of all of that anger in a healthy way! Toodles! :]>” 

He quickly rushed them to the elevator.

Once he got Payton in the training dojo he let them go. 

“What’s wrong with you!? I was gonna give those two what they deserve!” 

“Payton no! You can go around solving everything with violence against others :[.”

“Says who your storybook?” 

“Payton :[,” he said pleadingly. “If you do what you think is the right thing in the moment your only going to make things worse for yourself. Your going to prove them right. That’s the worse thing you can do.” 

He grabbed a sword and pointed it to a dummy. 

“You see, this is how I take out my anger. I battle these dummies. Because they’re not real! They sure as heck can’t get hurt either. So what I do is just…” he sliced the dummies head clean off with the sword. “Let it out here. It might not work as well for you, but it works for me. So I think we should give it a try. How about That? :]” 

Payton looked at their hands, then back at Omf. They tried to think of the sharpest sword imaginable. The really wanted the nonsense to stop as soon as possible. They swung their hand and

Swish

Payton’s hand had sliced through the dummy like it was butter. 

“Woah!” Omf exclaimed. “Dude! Your hand turned into a super stelar sword! :0” 

“Yeah… I guess so. Can I go slice up the siblings with it now?” 

“NO NO NO NO! Absolutely not! That’s no way to handle this. Lets try slicing up a bunch of these dummies instead. Then if you feel better and apologize to the siblings for your behavior, I’ll put in a good word to Luna, okay?”

“Apologize?”

“I know, but it’ll make you better than those two, I promise.”

“Ugh. Fine.” Payton figured it would be nice to be on Luna’s good side after what happened yesterday. So they started slicing. 

Each dummy was like exterminating another one of their problems. The fact they would never see their family again? That dummy is gone. They’ll never see their friends and girlfriend again? That dummy looks like diced carrots now. They had to live with Lizard boy’s stupid and silly rules? That dummy isn’t even recognizable anymore. 

Even though they didn’t want to admit it, this massacre of potato sacks and stuffing was actually helpful. They felt like they were taking action. Even though they weren’t. Forty five minutes later they were sweating and perfectly relaxed. 

“So…” Omf approached them carefully. “How do you feel after all of… that…” 

“Okay I guess.” Payton said, out of breath. 

“I’m going to take that as a yes from you :]. In a few minutes I’m going to find Lela and Lucas so you can say sorry. Water?”

“NO!”

“Oh my gosh I’m sorry I’m sorry. I forgot. Hey, looks like you gave yourself a haircut too!” 

Payton looked in a mirror, sure enough, all the extra hair length they got from the bucket was gone. “Thank god.” They mumbled. 

A few moments later Payton found themself sitting at a cafeteria table with Omf, Lela, and Lucas. The siblings looked as smug as ever at the two of them. They were both expecting Payton to leap out and attack them. That meant they could become public enemy number one in the hideout, and that meant discourse would be high. “It’s going to be amazing” thought the siblings. 

“Well,” Omf broke the silence. “Tell them what you wanted to say.” 

“I’m sorry” Payton said. 

“WHAT?!” Both siblings shouted. 

“Look, I am under a lot of stress with being new and all, so I’m sorry if I offended you two. I’m just trying to do my best to comprehend everything.”

“But…” Lucas said. “You…” 

“Yeah I said some stuff I regret. And I’m sorry.” 

Lela perked up. “But your supposed to be mad…” 

“And I’m not.” 

Both of them were red in the face. “Yeah?” Lucas said. “I bet your parents don’t accept your pronoun nonsense!” 

“And I dealt with that feeling.” Payton said with a bit of pride. “I felt with all the feelings I’ve been experiencing over the past two days.” 

“But-.” 

Omf cut Lela off. “I think Payton got their point across. I think they need some time to themself now.” He turned to them, giddy and proud. “Let’s get you to your room :]” 

Now, Payton knew they didn’t mean any “sorry” that they said. Those kids probably deserved to be put In their place, but Payton didn’t do that. And for some reason, they felt good about that. They could’ve hurt those guys if they wanted to., but they didn’t. They didn’t allow themself to stoop down to a level that made them look just as bad as the siblings. Payton lounged in their bed. For some reason, they felt way more tired than usual. It was only 4PM, but they felt as tired as if it was 2 in the morning. “It’s probably the training.” They thought to themself. They then peacefully zoomed off to slumber. 

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[chokarubi]

late night adventure — a birthday SMAU and hcs featuring boyfriend Haitani Rindou x fem reader

authors note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY RINNIE 💓 wasn't planning on writing anything but the influx of Rin posts and art for his birthday inspired me. enjoy my shot at smashing together a SMAU and hcs (do text-convos count as a SMAU?); also this got way longer and tbh the first half could exist on it's own since it's not particularly birthday related, but we're gonna run with it (─‿‿─)♡ posted: 10/19/24

Rindou really did show up at your house 5 minutes after he sent his last message

he stopped his bike in front of your house, dismounting and leaning back, waiting for you to come outside

opening the door and running out to meet Rin you were met with a cocky grin

when he saw how huffy you were he chuckled, "just wanted to see my girl as fast as I could, cmon you can't be mad on my birthday huh babe?" as he got up to wrap his arms around you

weak to his advances, you conceded "fine, but only this one time since it's a special occasion (￣ヘ￣)" nuzzling into his arms that shielded you from the cool night air

Rindou continued to tease, "so you got me out of bed babe, did you have something you wanted to do or you just couldn't wait until the morning to see me?"

"didn't have anything super specific in mind really, just wanted to spend some time with you. can we ride around and maybe grab a snack? I love riding on your bike Rinnie"

Rindou and you stopped by a FamilyMart, grabbing a few snacks before driving around with you aimlessly, just enjoying the night atmosphere, lights and how empty the streets were

Eventually feeling your arms loosen on his waist, Rindou knew you had gotten tired, likely from staying up all night to wish him a happy birthday at midnight and then further proposing a late outing

gently shaking you awake, not wanting you to fall off his bike, he took you back to his place

Rindou planned on cuddling with you and waking up at a more appropriate time, ready to celebrate his birthday

carrying you up to his and Ran's apartment, Rindou plopped you into his bed, nudging you to change into one of his shirts, adorably oversized on your body

wrapping his arms around you and you nuzzling into his neck, he fell asleep content, looking forward to waking up with you in his arms

he fell asleep quickly, comforted by your familiar warmth and weight

who knows what you and Ran had planned for his special day? he needed to rest up and shore up his energy stores

waking up; it's time for birthday festivities!

waking up, Rindou was surprised that you weren't in his bed

groggily getting up to search for you, he stepped out of his room to be met with a puff of confetti thrown into his face

"Happy Birthday Rinnie!! Happy Birthday little bro!"

Rindou shook the mountain of confetti out of his face and hair to see that you and Ran seemingly had woken up before him and decorated the apartment

on the kitchen island, Rindou saw an assortment of his favorite foods, some bought from bakeries + stores, some homemade by you

smiling, he gave Ran a hug, enduring his teasing to briefly show his grattitude

moving to you, Rindou leaned in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist

giggling, you reach up to remove a piece of confetti he missed from his hair, Rindou leaning into your touch

the plan was to eat a late breakfast/early lunch, meet up with the S-62 boys at a club that was headlined by a DJ Rindou liked and then spend the rest of the night back at the apartment, drinking and watching tv

you gave your gift to Rindou at the end of the night, a lingerie set and a promise of a good night ♡(>ᴗ•)

final authors note: hope the whole quoted speech for reader and Rindou worked out, still experimenting to see what style I want to go with when writing; also feel free to comment! I love to hear people's thoughts on my writing!

[catoslvt]

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Day of the reaping

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your family (The Flickermans) have a lot of money.

already together

As I begin sprinting up the stairs to Coriolanus' penthouse, I regret opting for the shoes with even a slight heel, but I needed to look good today.

I stand in front of his front door and begin knocking, placing my empty hand against my chest in an attempt to calm my breathing.

"Y/n, I thought Coriolanus was meeting you at the Academy." Tigris tells me as she pulls open the door.

"I've got shoes for him." I whisper to her, and she kisses both of my cheeks before pointing over to Coriolanus' room, and I smile at her before walking over to his door, giving it a gentle knock before walking in, hiding the shoes and the bag behind my back.

"Y/n, I thought I was supposed to get you at the Academy." Coriolanus states as he glances up at me before he begins to put his shoes on.

"Sorry, I'm only here because I bought you something that I couldn't give you at the Academy." I tell him and his eyebrows furrow as he looks over at me, so I first of all hand him over the bag of food which is leftovers from my families breakfast and also some other ingredients so they could make their meals better.

"Obviously, the leftovers in case you're hungry now, obviously there's the lunch at the Academy but people will be watching so you won't be able to take as much as you like, and then whatever you don't eat you can leave for Tigris and Grandma'am." I first of all say, and coriolanus smiles as he takes a peek in the bag, and Coriolanus goes back to putting on his shoes thinking that was it.

"There's one more thing." I tell him, and he stops again and looks at me before I reveal the shoes from behind my back, and Coriolanus' face drops in shock, and i smile slightly before passing them over to him and he sits them on his bed.

"I love you, you know that, right?" He tells me as he smiles and stands up, making his way to stand right in front of me and wrap his arms around my waist.

I go to say I love him too but he cuts me off.

"No, I mean seriously, how did I manage to find someone as perfect as you? Not to mention how gorgeous you look today." He tells me as he takes only a step back to look at my whole dress.

"I love you too." I reply, smiling to try and hide my blush as I wrap my arms around his neck and we both go in for a kiss, meeting in the middle.

It's short and sweet because I pull away laughing pointing over at the shoes.

"We're gonna be late. Hurry up." I state, half joking but half serious, and Coriolanus nods before sitting back down on his bed, removing the shoes that are too small for him and putting on the ones I bought for him. Once they're completely on, he stands up with a small jump and admires himself in the half broken mirror that remains in his room before motioning for me to stand beside him and I do.

I'm not going to lie. We look really good together, Coriolanus and I compliment each other much like salt compliments pepper.

"I'll take something from the bag and eat it on our way to the Academy, the rest I'll leave to Tigris and her creative mind." Coriolanus tells me before his eyes widen.

"Thank you, y/n." He states before he turns around and kisses me over and over on the lips until we are both laughing and he's pulling away to find something to eat in the bag.

As Coriolanus and I walk to the academy, I suddenly remember something my dad had spoke about last night.

"Do you know they're beginning to tax everyone in housing?" I ask him, and he turns to look at me, almost stopping in his tracks.

"To help rebuild the Capitol, it's this new law that every household will need to pay tax." I continue and he shakes his head slightly.

"My dad said if you're gonna need help paying the taxes, then we can help out, and if they get too much, you can all move in with us, I mean you would sleep in my room probably and then there's plenty of spare rooms." I tell him and he continues to walk but shakes his head again.

"You and your family have done too much for me and my family." Coriolanus argues.

"If it was the other way about, I'd hope you'd do the same for me." I tell him, turning my head to look at him slightly.

"Of course I would. It's just a bit embarrassing having to constantly get help from your girlfriend and her family." He sighs, and we both drop the conversation before we get close to the Academy.

"I like your shirt, is it new?" I ask Coriolanus as we climb the steps to the Academy.

"It was one of my father's, Tigris fixed it up." He whispers to me, and I nod.

As we walk into the hall, it's full of people, and we're not even late. We're like fifteen minutes early, actually.

"I'm gonna go and see if my dad's here yet." I tell Coriolanus as we begin to walk to Satyria, one of our teachers who are particularly fond of Coriolanus. If he wasn't one of her students, I'm sure she would've tried something with him by now.

"Okay, I'll save you a seat at the reaping if I don't see you." He says, pressing a light kiss to my head before I walk away in search of my dad, and I find him almost instantly. However, he's talking to Dean Highbottom, so I let out a small sigh but put on a fake smile as I approach them, it's not that I don't like Highbottom, he's never done anything to me personally and my dad's had him over for dinner a few times, but it's as if he personally targets Coriolanus.

"Ah y/n, I was just talking about you." Highbottom announces as I stand next to my dad.

"Saying good things, I presume?" I say with a smile which he returns.

"Where's the Snow boy?" He then asks, and I motion towards the last place I saw him standing.

"With Satyria, or at least he was when I left." I answer, and he nods before diverting his attention back to my dad.

"I better go and get ready, I'll see you after the ceremony." Highbottom says before turning away and walking off, and once he's out of view my dad rolls his eyes slightly.

"What's his fascination with Coriolanus?" I whisper, and he just shrugs before raising his glass to his lips and taking a small sip.

"Does he like the shoes?" My dad asks me, and I nod.

"Loves them." I answer.

I stay at my dads side until every mentor is called down to the front to take a seat, and my eyes instantly fall on Coriolanus and the empty seat between him and Sejanus.

When Sejanus gets told he has the boy from district two, I feel his whole body tensing from beside me, and I can't help but feel bad.

He's from district two.

"The girl from district four belongs to.. y/n flickerman." Highbottom says, flashing me the smallest smile and I nod slightly.

My dad must've bought a good tribute for me.

"I'm gonna get a bad tribute." Coriolanus groans, and I grab his hand and give it a tight squeeze.

"If you do, I'll swap tributes with you." I whisper and he squeezes my hand back.

"And the girl tribute of district twelve goes to Coriolanus Snow." Highbottom says, a subtle evil look flashing over his face, and I watch as the blood drains from Coriolanus' face.

"Shit." He mutters, and everyone begins standing up and talking to each other about what tribute they got, Sejanus, Clemensia, Coriolanus, and I all stand together and we all notice the upset look on Sejanus' face.

"What is it? Aren't you happy? District Two, the boy. That's the pick of the litter." Coriolanus asks Sejanus and my eyes widen.

"You forget I'm part of that litter." Sejanus states harshly before his forehead creases in concentration.

"I'm sure my father requested it. He's always trying to get my mind right." Sejanus then goes on to say before were all instructed to go back to our seats in preparation for the live reaping from each district and also the Capitol Anthem.

Once we're done singing, although half of the students around me sounded like total messes because they didn't know the words, our attentions all focus on the floor to ceiling screen showing the live airing of district twelve where Coriolanus' tribute is about to be called.

"The district twelve girl tribute is Lucy Grey Baird." The president exclaims, and the camera quickly swivels around and focuses on a girl who looks a year younger than me. She's wearing a bright and bold dress, her hair wrapped in beautiful flowers, and she's.. even wearing makeup. If I didn't know any better, I would've said she looks part of the Capitol.

Instead of walking towards the stage, she walks into the crowd of girls and pulls something from her skirt and puts something down another girls collar, a snake I'm pretty sure due to its colours.

"What is she doing." I whisper to myself, and the hall comes to life with people talking to the people beside them.

I zone out, staring at the screen, Coriolanus really needs the prize money. He needs to win this, and the girl looks like a fine tribute, but is she a fighter? She certainly doesn't look like one despite putting a snake down another girls dress.

I'm snapped out my deep thoughts when the screen shows the girl now singing on the stage, as if she's really enjoying this, as though she knows we're a part of her little show.

"Looks like you've got a songbird on your hands." I tell Coriolanus as we add lunch to our plates.

"Tell me if you want anything else on your plate, and I'll put it on mine." I whisper to him, and he nods slightly and only points to a few other things before we take our plates and head towards the table Clemensia sits at.

"I'm gonna go get a dessert before they're all ran out. Do you want one?" He asks as he stares at me.

"Get two of whatever you want." I say, nodding, knowing fine well I'm gonna let him eat my dessert.

"Your tribute looks terrifying." Clemensia tells me as she lets out a small laugh, and I nod in agreement.

"I'm scared for when we need to meet them. She'll probably kill me or something." I tell her, and we both laugh and a few moments pass and I realise Coriolanus isn't back so I begin looking around for him and realise Highbottom is talking to him and Coriolanus looks slightly upset.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Clemensia asks me, and I shrug.

"He's probably being a dick to Coryo, as always." I sigh before Highbottom walks away from Coriolanus, allowing him to walk back to our table with two slices of pie.

"I don't like pie." I say, which is a lie. I love pie.

Coriolanus notices my lie and smiles a little at me before trying to play it off to Clemensia.

"What kind of boyfriend are you? You two have been together for three years and you forgot your girlfriend didn't like pie!" She exclaims, clearly joking, but Coriolanus took a second to realise she was being sarcastic.

"I used to like it but then I was really ill once and I ate my favourite pie and puked." I continue to lie and she nods.

"I'm gonna go sit with Juno. That idea of puking pie before he's gonna eat pie makes me feel like I'm gonna puke." She tells us with a laugh before grabbing her plate and walking over to Junos table.

"Do you want to come over after we eat?" Coriolanus asks as he stares at me, and I nod slightly, not talking with my mouth full.

"Grandma'am won't mind if you stay." He adds before I swallow my mouth full.

"Can we go over to my house first so I can get some clothes to change into, and I can also ask Cook to make a roast or something." I offer, and he continues to eat his food.

"Once we're done, we can go find my dad to ask if I can stay at yours, and he could also drive us to my house." I state, he nods, not taking his eyes off his food.

"Do you have everything?" My dad asks as he turns around in the car to face me and Coriolanus.

"Clothes, pyjamas, and the roast." I list and he nods.

"I'll see you tomorrow, enjoy dinner and tell grandma'am and Tigris they're welcome over anytime." He says, and I nod before leaning over and kissing my dad on the cheek.

"I will dad, love you, bye." I say as I begin pushing into Coriolanus trying to give him the hint to open the car door.

"Love you." My dad says back and coriolanus smiles at my dad.

"Thank you, Lucky." He says to my dad with a slight nod and my dad laughs.

"No problem, son, you mean a lot to y/n, so you mean a lot to me too." My dad remarks, and I let out a small laugh before leaning over Coriolanus and opening the door myself almost sending Coriolanus toppling out.

"BYE!" I exclaim before slamming the door.

Coriolanus and I lay on his bed. It's a double, so there's enough space for both of us to lay beside each other, but I always somehow make my way closer to Coriolanus, my head resting on his chest and my leg and arm somewhere sprawled across his body.

"I dont deserve you or your family." Coriolanus sighs, and I shake my head.

"Don't say that." I argue and he sighs.

"I love you." I say before i lift my head from his chest and turn my face to face him, both of us smiling.

"I love you too." He states before he kisses me.

[pensat-i-fet]

Don’t forget, Part 2 (Rúben Dias x Reader)

Part 1

**Hi! So originally this imagine wasn’t going to have a part 2, but @faye01mcfc suggested this idea and it actually felt like I could very naturally incorporate it as a continuation. I’m happy with any ideas to maybe expand the little imagines I write but because part 1 is already posted, continuity can be a bit harder to achieve and you know me, those things matter a lot to me. But I can always try to make it work. Anyways, I’ll shut up now 😅 Enjoy!! ❤️**

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A week and a half had passed since your argument with Rúben and it seemed like it had all been forgotten. Everyone can have a bad day and he apologized multiple times. Besides, he looked after you for the few days it took for your cold to go away. He was back in the good books again. Others couldn’t say the same.

When you woke up on Saturday morning, you saw Rúben wasn’t in bed with you. And the alarm hadn’t gone off yet so that was odd. Then you found him in the kitchen, a plate of cold food in front of him while he stared at nothing.

“You ok?”

“Yes”, he said, finally realizing you were approaching him. “Good morning”.

“Good morning to you too. Which time do we need to leave? I have to do a bit of work and I don’t want us to be late”.

Rúben didn’t answer and you looked up to see his jaw clenched. “Leaving by 3 should be fine. I guess”.

His attitude made you frown. “Rúben, you can talk to me. What’s bothering you?”

He sighed and got up to make your morning cup of tea and you walked to him so you could hug him.

“I didn’t do anything wrong so tell me who did and I’ll beat them up”.

“It’s just that I hate not being able to help the team”.

Of course. You should have guessed.

“Just one more match and you’ll be back”.

“I was so stupid getting sent off for that. And then for leaving…”.

Rúben had been fined for leaving the stadium before he was allowed but thankfully the press didn’t find out. He was beating himself up for it enough. And that was also the reason for your fight, which didn’t help.

The first match he couldn’t play was an away match so you could distract him by taking him away for the weekend. But that didn’t work for home matches. He had to go support the team.

“What’s done is done. Besides, it wasn’t even your fault”.

When you finally spoke after your little fight, he told you what happened. How he was sent off because of Jack. Well, Rúben didn’t explain it like that but you put the pieces together. You never really liked Jack and because of some work stuff, your opinion of him had gotten even worse. Jack, of course, was oblivious to all of it.

“Well, I’m the one who spoke to the referee like that”.

“Because you were in pain. You couldn’t control it”.

He laughed, putting the mug with your tea on the kitchen island and hugging you.

“I appreciate you defending me but I know when I mess up and this time I messed up. A lot. But as you say, what’s done is done so whatever”.

You had breakfast together and then you focused on getting your work done before leaving for the match. Working in PR could be exhausting sometimes. Especially when you managed football players who got in trouble so often.

That’s how you met Rúben. And now you didn’t work with him anymore because that could get too messy too quickly.

“Take a break”, said Rúben, offering his hand to help you get up and lead you to the kitchen where some lunch was waiting for you.

“Thanks, babe. I’ll eat this and shower. Then we can leave”.

“I’ll go shower now and then you can help me pick my outfit”.

By the time Rúben was out of the shower, you were making your way to the room.

“Wear that”.

“What?”, he asked, confused.

“What you are wearing now”.

“Ha ha”.

Well, you thought he looked great just having a towel around his waist. But it was probably a bit cold for that so you picked up some nice clothes and left them on the bed for him to wear before heading to the shower yourself.

Once you were both ready, you headed to the car so Rúben could drive you to the stadium. Before getting inside the parking, he stopped to take some photos with the fans who always talked to you too. You loved seeing him be so appreciated by them.

“Where is the fooooood?”, you chanted when you got inside the hospitality area.

“You know better than me”.

And he wasn’t wrong. You managed to get Rúben to eat a little bit of food from your plate but he wasn’t in the right mood to eat either. It didn’t matter how much he pretended to be fine not to worry you, you could tell how not playing affected him. And hated it. And hated who you thought was at fault.

“I think I’ll have another glass”, you said, pointing at your glass of white wine. Maybe that will calm your nerves.

When the warm-up was over, Rúben took your hand so you could walk to his box and watch the match. You usually liked to mingle with other people but today was different. Rúben needed you there and he clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk to strangers.

Only 5 minutes into the match, Jack was already on the floor and you could only roll your eyes. A bit later, you could tell he was whispering something to one of the players defending him and that made you even madder. Gündogan, who was the captain, grabbed him by the arm to take him away.

“Always the same”, you muttered.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Just thinking out loud”.

Right before half-time, City finally scored. Rúben jumped to celebrate but you stayed in your seat barely reacting to what happened. It was Jack who scored.

“That was a great goal”, said Rúben, smiling at you and then noticing your expression. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess”.

“You really don’t like Jack, do you?”, he laughed.

“Not when he’s the reason you’re here”.

“Let’s not go back to that again”.

“Ok”.

Rúben kept looking at you and he didn’t like the frown on your face so he moved you so you could sit between his legs. That way he could hug you and leave little kisses on your head and face. It calmed him down as much as it calmed you.

But Jack really didn’t help himself. During the second half, there were two fights that started because of his actions and it was other players who got yellow cards for it. But never Jack. Pep even took him off because of the trouble he was causing but you kept how you felt to yourself since you knew Rúben wasn’t going to agree with you and what was the point in arguing again?

“2-0, great. Should we go say hi to the boys?”

“Of course, I have to congratulate Bernardo on his goal”.

“I’ll give him a little congratulatory slap”, laughed Rúben, knowing your worry about his affection towards poor Bernardo.

“No, you won’t, you bully”.

That only made him laugh harder, putting his arms around your shoulders to bring you closer so he could kiss your head. It was nice to see he was feeling better.

You almost lost Rúben a few times on the way to the dressing room. Too many people and they all wanted to talk to him. Thankfully, he had a good grip on your hand.

“He didn’t forget about you today. Great job, Rúben”.

You laughed at Rodri’s words, hugging him and congratulating him on the win.

Everyone was making some small talk before leaving when your favourite person, mister Jack Grealish, joined the group. His first mistake was to put his arm around your shoulders but you tried to reason that it was just how he was. He got in the middle of you and Rúben because he was just good old friendly Jack.

“We missed you on the pitch today, Rubes”.

“Yeah, will be there soon”, said Rúben, and you could see him looking at you and trying to gather your reaction.

“I won’t be”, said Rodri.

“Why?”

“Suspended. That was my 5th yellow”.

His response made you scoff and Jack asked what was wrong. Your stare should have been enough to let him know something was wrong but you also removed his arm from around you.

“What’s wrong, Grealish? You getting away with your behaviour on the pitch while all your teammates are missing matches because of you”.

Rúben moved to stand next to you and you could tell everyone was staring at you. Jack was still oblivious.

“What did I do?”

“Let’s just go…”, Rúben’s attempt to take you away was pointless.

“You get the team to fight for you almost every match just because you are being fouled and then have to call the other players names. One day you’ll find one player who’ll punch you and then you’ll have a reason to moan”.

“I don’t…”.

“Oh shut up! I’m not your teammate, I don’t have to put up with this”.

“I am”, whispered Rúben in your ear, making you feel terrible about the whole situation. You didn’t want to make him the bad guy in the dressing room just because of your dislike for Jack.

“I just don’t get what I’m doing wrong”, said Jack again.

“Please Jack stop talking”, begged Rodri.

You were taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

“Let’s go home, yeah?”, said John, grabbing Jack’s arm.

“But why does she hate me? I thought we were friends”.

“Because you’re a…”, but your words were muffled by Rúben putting his hand on your mouth.

“Go, now. She bites”.

Jack finally left and you turned to look at Rúben, annoyed by his interruption but also kind of thankful for it.

“I should have bitten you”.

“I know you are angry because of what happened to me but I know how to handle having someone like Jack on the team”.

“Me too”, added Rodri. “But you aren’t wrong. Just saying”.

“Oh, I know I’m right”.

You all said your goodbyes and walked to the parking so you could drive home. The match had actually exhausted you.

“I’m thinking about something”, said Rúben while he was driving home.

“About what?”

“You telling me I acted like a kid for getting into a fight on the pitch”.

You knew where this was heading…

“Thank God you aren’t a player because you’d get sent off every match”.

“I wouldn’t”.

“Keep telling yourself that, my love”.

“Do you want to sleep in the guest room again today?”

“No”, he laughed. And he continued to drive home, chatting about what you were going to do for the next away match he wouldn’t play. And those plans didn’t involve fighting any of his teammates.

[kaettytropmignon]

i probably won't write any more but it's a shame to have written up a little something and then not do anything with it, so here

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A relationship is a strange and wildly varying thing. It’s not like mathematics, where the answer will always be the same no matter what you do to the equation; change the order, use a different method of calculation, that sort of thing. This is good, because Eugly isn’t one for the hard sciences, much preferring to engage in the arts; and she believes that the one throughline shared in all the different kinds of relationships out there is that each is their own artform.

Eugly doesn’t claim to understand the full extent of her boyfriend’s powers, and she doubts she will ever be able to. But she sees how her broad brushstrokes meet his technical drawings, the use of the Vetruvian man as a colouring page, a dry and boring report accented with brightly coloured highlighter doodles – and to her, that is worth more than an in-depth breakdown of who they are and what brings them together. When they dance, the rest of the universe falls away. She could stay in that place with him forever. She’d like to.

Alas, life is more than dreams of dancing.

So, what’s she up to today? Well, it started with waking at her backup alarm rather than the first, so she’s up and moving by 9:30 when it should be fifteen minutes earlier. She’ll be 27 next year but she still pours sugary cereal for herself and her sister, who emerges from her room ten to twenty minutes after Eugly starts making noise in the kitchen. By that time, she’s made toast and pancakes – a batch of the traditional mix and a batch out of protein powder – adorned with butter and cream and fruit, and Pretty is free to take from any plate but she most often sticks to the cereal for breakfast and will have at whatever’s left over for lunch later. She’s been sick lately, spending time in bed trying to sleep it off, but her condition doesn’t seem to be improving. Eugly plans on getting Kaeloo to help take her to a doctor soon enough. Anyway, by the time Pretty’s back in her room, Eugly has eaten and cleared the table, collected what she intends to take with her, and is soon out the door.

It’s technically a day off but she has plans regardless. Eugly can drive, and she has her obligatory minute per day of approaching the car, the key trembling in her hand, thinking today could finally be the day she lets go of the past – before pocketing it and heading down to the train station. She misses the first one on purpose as it’s an all-stops. The second is an express out of the grassy fields and into the snowscape beyond, and she gets there in good time.

In her early days and even years spent in Smileyland, Eugly wouldn’t say she had a relationship with Olaf at all. These things change, of course; the man has mellowed as he’s become more elderly, and Quack-Quack established a firm respectful rapport fairly quickly and he’d always wanted to invite Eugly more into this part of his world. What really got things going in the end was their mutual artistic interests. They’re currently working on a mural together, to be mounted at the side of his lab. It certainly won’t be finished today, but every little bit of progress counts.

Her anticipation of Snitchy’s presence was correct, and Eugly opens not just her heart but also her picnic basket to the girl, delighting her. She piles pancakes on her plate and continues to lick her fingers long after eating them, sitting at the table writing in her notebook. Olaf is comfortable leaving her in his house – not unsupervised, as Serguei is inside with his own tasks, but it’s still an extension of trust that Snitchy would certainly appreciate.

Eugly thinks this is nice. But she wouldn’t want to be in Olaf’s home without him there, too. It’s too cold, too quiet. The knowns and unknowns of the house induce anxiety in equal measure.

Wrapped up in many layers of warm clothes, Eugly and Olaf continue their project. They don’t need to exchange many words, as when they’re working both prefer to stay focused, but there are downtimes, moments of taking a break, where they chatter with one another. Olaf is a funny old man, and seems to be under the impression that he’s essentially adopted all three of the younger men who made up the original Smileyland residents. Quack-Quack, the eldest son and his pride and joy. Stumpy, the middle child screw-up who nonetheless is worthy of love. And Mr Cat, the youngest who strikes out on his own.

Eugly says, “I don’t see him as a youngest at all.” And in numbers alone she’s right, because in age the order is reversed with Mr Cat as the eldest and Quack-Quack youngest, but Olaf shakes his head and holds strong on his opinion.

“They’re my boys and I’ll say what order they are. And you, my dear, are the perfect daughter-in-law.”

It’s a really sweet sentiment. Eugly gets too bogged down in the strange logistics and crossing threads in this metaphorical family tree. Kaeloo more or less raised Quack-Quack which makes her a parental figure but she’s with Mr Cat who is Quack-Quack’s brother? She spirals in on this for a couple of minutes before she remembers – ah yes! It’s all figurative and not literal, not real in any way, so it doesn’t actually matter! Phew. What actually matters is everyone being a family, and they are.

(Still, she thinks, it would be an interesting art project to try and map all of this out.)

Back indoors, around 3pm, lunch is shared by Eugly, Olaf, Snitchy, and Mimi, who obviously showed up at some point that Eugly simply missed. Serguei brings Olga out to join the table in her wheelchair, and the guest list is complete. Eugly gets a message on her phone and excuses herself, walking out to the hallway to see what it says.

No toys at the table, her mom would say to her, with Pretty sitting on the other side with her own phone in her hand. But, that was a different time.

After days of insisting she can tough it out for herself, over text message Pretty is admitting that she really doesn’t feel well and needs help. Eugly quickly exchanges messages with Kaeloo, organising for her to go over and watch Pretty at least until Eugly gets home. Kaeloo, who enjoys looking after people a little too much, tells Eugly not to hurry back.

“Bet it was Quack,” Mimi loudly speculates as Eugly reenters the dining room.

Snitchy peers at Eugly, squinting, searching her face. “No. That’s not a Quack-Quack look.”

Eugly mumbles.

“Speak up, devochka,” says Olaf.

“My sister’s sick,” Eugly says a little louder, and Olaf lets his cutlery clatter against his plate.

“What? No, that won’t do at all. Serguei!” He shouts, but Serguei is already standing beside him at attention. “Clear out the medicine cabinet,” he directs his butler, pointing down the hall to the bathroom. “Do not let her leave without the mentholated ointment.”

“It’s not joint pain,” says Eugly.

“You can never be too careful! Make sure she keeps her blood flowing!”

Eugly opens her mouth again, then catches Snitchy pointedly scratching her face, looking down at the table but with her eyes inclined in Olga’s direction. Beautiful, quadriplegic Olga; vacant and often asleep, gracefully aged, she is loved and cared for no less than the day her husband met her. It’s extremely unlikely that Pretty is about to undergo illness anywhere near hers, but Eugly does understand why Olaf got so immediately invested.

So she says, “Thanks,” and accepts the various oils and medicines that Serguei collects for her, putting it all in the picnic basket to take home.

Having gotten himself a bit worked up, Olaf sees his wife back to her room personally. He spends some time there, talking, keeping Olga comfortable, reminiscing about the old days. Eugly, Snitchy and Mimi linger awkwardly at the dining table for a little longer, then retire to the living room where Mimi snatches up the TV remote like her life depends on it. There’s evidence of her sitting here and eating snacks, despite Serguei’s best efforts to clean up after her.

“Do you think it’s a new kind of virus Pretty has?” asks Snitchy, flipping open a new page. “Could I come over to observe her symptoms?”

“No,” Eugly says.

“I’ve got a very strong immune system,” Snitchy tries to assure her. “I was the only one who didn’t get chickenpox when my sisters all did.”

“Yeah,” says Mimi from her spot on the floor, “which means when you do get ‘em it’ll really mess you up.”

“That’s not what that means,” snaps Snitchy.

“I saw it on the news,” Mimi sings back.

“Fearmongering!” She throws out this word like it’s a favourite in her vocabulary. “All I gotta do is not get chickenpox, and I’ve done it so far.”

“You had it,” Eugly murmurs, and both girls look to her. “No way you didn’t. Just wouldn’t have been severe enough to see.”

“I buy that,” says Mimi. “You couldn’t notice anything with Moldie scratching all her skin off, anyway! Yuck!”

“Crimson,” Snitchy corrects her.

Mimi scoffs. “She just wants to steal the spotlight from Violet, she’ll give it up soon.”

“Maybe, but we should still call her what she wants to be called.”

“Have you ever thought about changing your name, Uggs?” asks Mimi, resting her chin in her hands and gazing expectantly at Eugly.

Stumpy’s sisters sure are candid. Often more so than Stumpy back in the day, Eugly thinks. She grumbles and shakes her head. Snitchy throws her pen at Mimi to scold her for being so rude, and Mimi throws a pillow back, and Snitchy launches herself across the coffee table, and now the two of them are in the throes of a fight to the death. Not for real, of course. A playfight. Eugly never got to have those. Pretty’s fights were far from play.

Again, it was a different time.

Eugly leaves them to it, going back to the dining table to neatly collect the plates. Serguei insists on doing the dishes himself, which is probably in his programming but she appreciates it anyway, and keeps him company in the kitchen. The weather outside has turned from mildly windy to what seems to be the beginning of a snowstorm – at this point Eugly could still brave it, but she’d have to get going in order to do so. She checks her phone for updates from home; Kaeloo made it over to the apartment no doubt oozing with self-confidence, sent some texts about making soup, getting Pretty to sit up in bed for a bit, then a sudden gap followed by an ominous assurance that everything will be okay. Will be, not is, and that’s enough for Eugly. She gets up from the counter and gathers her basket, stepping back into the living room where Mimi and Snitchy are sitting on the floor, occasionally slapping at each other, but paying more attention to the TV.

“Time to go home?” Eugly asks them.

“We just got here,” whines Mimi. This is patently untrue, but Eugly will not argue. She gives them both an affectionate pat on the head, then starts down to Olga’s room to say goodbye to Olaf.

Olga’s there, settled in bed, but her husband is not. Feeling a tightness in her throat, Eugly’s gaze fixes on the shut door to the basement – which connects underground to Olaf’s lab – as her gut tells her he’s down there. And Eugly’s gut has a reputation for being right.

She opens the door, and starts her way down the stairs.

[phantom-playdough]

Macaque x GN!Reader: Comforting

EDITOR NOTE FOR TITLE

Changed the title cause I WANTED to use the quote: "You're worrying me..." But I completely FORGOT about that line, LOL

Didn't know what else to call it, but it is LITERALLY 2:00 am, so this is the best I could come up with.

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This is my first post on this Tumblr blog, and I thought it would be super fun to write something for Macaque cause I adore this boi. I also noticed that there is a distinct lack of hurt/comfort fanfics for him on every platform I am on. So I will do it myself.

TWs: Mentions of nightmares, a lot of trouble eating and sleeping, the reader struggling with self-care in general, angst(?) in the beginning and middle, but there will be sweet fluff and confessions at the end to make up for it! I will add to these warnings if need be.

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Macaque tried to let it slide at first. He really did. But it was almost 3pm and Y/n was still sleeping...! Normally, he would probably just assume they went to sleep late the night before or something. But the thing is... this has been happening for over a month now.

It worried Macaque because his first thought was that something was wrong with Y/n’s sleep.

As the clock ticked on, closer and closer to late afternoon, he decided he couldn’t wait anymore and went to wake Y/n up.

When Macaque opened the door, he realized he had not been in Y/n’s room in a while. It was rather messy, to say the least. Clothes were thrown on the chair and desk and were lying on the floor. There were small wrappers all over the dresser.

Even though Y/n was lying in bed, it was super messy. Some of the blankets and pillows were lying on the floor around the bed, and one of the plushies that previously was on the bed was somehow thrown to the other side of the room, in front of Macaque's feet at the bedroom door.

Macaque picked up the plushie and slowly approached the bed, placing it by Y/n's feet. When he looked at Y/n's face, Macaque noticed their face twist into a look of discomfort. Their eyes were screwed shut and they groaned like a zombie.

It didn't take a brain scientist or rocket surgeon to figure out what was happening to Y/n in their mind. Macaque wanted nothing more than to wake them up; he wanted to relieve them of whatever horrors they were dreaming about. But he bit his tongue and held back, knowing better than he probably should that being woken up during a nightmare can cause more harm than good.

The mental image of Y/n being woken up, crying or even screaming because Macaque was too selfish made his heart clench. He just decided to wait by his best friend's side, even though his heart raced so fast it almost made his ears ring.

Macaque gently grabbed Y/n's hand, swallowing his pride, and rubbed gentle circles onto their skin. He couldn't say how much time had passed as he watched Y/n, his heart breaking as he saw them grow antsier in their dream.

Finally, Y/n opened their eyes. They squinted at the sun shining through their bedroom window. They looked over at Macaque, seeing that he didn't even bother trying to hide the fear on his face. It was only then that they noticed Macaque's hand on their own as his grip tightened slightly. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it showed that he was very scared.

Y/n simply spoke in a hoarse voice, "Hey, Macaque." They then cleared their throat. "What are you doing in my room? Is something wrong?"

Macaque adverted his eyes, glancing around. He had a smirk on his face to try and hide his anxiety. "I, uh... I was actually kinda hoping you could tell me that."

Y/n shrugged. "Nothing new." They said as they slowly sat up. Before Macaque could question what they meant, Y/n turned to him and spoke with a slight blush. "Mind if I get dressed?"

Macaque blushed and cleared his throat. "Yeah, sure. Take your time. I'll go make you some lunch."

"Don't you mean breakfast?" Y/n asked, clearly unaware of the time.

"Breakfast doesn't happen past three, Y/n." Macaque said with a smirk. He then left the room. Y/n sighed as they checked the clock.

Sure enough, 3:15pm.

Y/n dug through the piles of clothes on their desk and chair. They finally landed on an outfit they had worn a few days this week. While they were aware they should do laundry, the thought was too depressing to commit to. The idea of all the clothes to sort through and self-loathing over not doing the laundry sooner made Y/n shiver in discomfort.

The aroma of eggs on the frying pan, mango juice, and waffles filled the air in the kitchen. Y/n felt their mouth water, their stomach growled so loudly that it alerted Macaque of their presence.

"Hungry?" Macaque asked with a chuckle. Y/n nodded sheepishly.

"I thought you said breakfast doesn't happen past three." Y/n pointed out with a sweet smile. Macaque found himself staring at that perfect smile for longer than he should've been. He snapped out of his trance and cleared his throat, turning his attention back to the eggs.

"I don't remember saying that!" Macaque played dumb to see if he could get a reaction from Y/n. He did.

Y/n laughed lightly, before their expression turned soft. "Thanks, Macaroni." Y/n was the ONLY person that could call him that. Period.

There was a small silence that followed as Macaque focused on finishing the cooking.

Eventually, it was all done, and the pair started eating. Although, Y/n suddenly felt very full, despite only eating less than five bites. They pushed the food on their plate around, trying to motivate themself to eat. But for some strange reason, the smell of delicious food that made them want to eat a mountain suddenly made them never want to touch food again.

It was all so confusing, these feelings. Macaque noticed that Y/n lacked the sparkle in their eyes as they stared down at their plate. He heard another loud gurgle from Y/n's stomach, but they didn't make an effort to eat.

"Does it taste that bad?" Macaque chuckled as he asked to hide his disappointment.

"No! No, no, no! I-it tastes good, I swear!" Y/n yelled, their hands waving in front of them frantically. "I just have been having trouble eating lately! Sometimes I feel really hungry and everything, but I--"

Macaque grabbed Y/n's hands in an attempt to stop their loud rambling. It worked, thankfully. "It's okay, Y/n. I'm not mad." Macaque said a soft and sweet tone in his voice. "How about I save your food for you?" Macaque was reaching for Y/n's plate, but he still waited for them to say something, to not pressure them.

There were a couple seconds of small silence, but eventually, Y/n nodded once. Macaque frowned for a moment, but he smiled again as fast as he could to hide his fear deep inside. He took the plate and saved the food; the two were worried, even if for different reasons.

Y/n felt scared of the idea of telling Macaque was wrong because they didn't even know what was wrong!

Meanwhile, Macaque was trying to figure out just that. Things were so good only a month ago, but slowly, Y/n fell back. It worried him so much because Y/n and he had become so close over the time they had known each other.

Macaque hadn't expressed it much, but Y/n had helped him in ways he never thought possible! They helped him overcome his insecurities. They helped him grow more comfortable with touches that didn't involve fighting. Heck, they even helped him become friendly enough to do things like offer a stranger on the street a small smile!

Macaque didn't like the fact that he was unable to help Y/n at the moment. He felt that problems were meant to be solved. He wanted nothing more than to scoop Y/n up and pepper them with kisses. To give them comfort for whatever was troubling them. But he didn't want to scare them off.

The two of them had been friends for so long. Macaque didn't know he could feel this level of love for someone since...him. Even though Macaque knew Y/n long enough to know that he loved them, he didn't know if that was reciprocated.

But it was. Y/n was just as afraid of the idea of Macaque not feeling the same way, so they made their affection as subtle as possible so they wouldn't ruin the friendship. When they first met Macaque, he was so bruised deep inside. Y/n refused to call him broken the entire time they had known him. Because he was so much stronger inside than he ever thought.

But now, Y/n felt much more bruised than they had in a long time. It scared them.

Eventually, everything was cleaned up and put away. Y/n was still sitting at the table when Macaque walked over to them and offered them his hand.

Y/n gave him a confused look. But they trusted him and placed their hand in his. Macaque pulled them out of their chair and led them to the couch. He sat the two of them down and very gently wrapped an arm around Y/n's shoulder to pull them close to him. He leaned them back, and Y/n curled their legs up onto the couch and leaned on him.

The two of them stayed like that for a while, their faces beet red and hearts racing a million miles a second. But eventually, Macaque couldn't handle the silence anymore. He turned his head to look at Y/n, bringing a hand up to hold their face to meet his gaze.

"You know you can tell me if something is wrong, right...?" Macaque whispered the last word so softly that it made Y/n's stomach flip.

They nodded one time. But they knew that kind of response just wouldn't cut it. Y/n sighed and pulled their head away from Macaque's grip.

"I know I can tell you. But I don't even know what I know to tell you. For some reason, I have felt really out of it the past couple of weeks. I want to eat, but I can't. I need to sleep, but I get nightmares. I...I want to hug you, but I am scared."

Not even a second after that last sentence left Y/n's lips, Macaque grabbed them and hugged them as though they would disappear. "You don't have to be scared, Y/n. I...I don't usually do this. Expressing myself, I mean. But with you, it's different." Macaque laughed just a little bit. "I don't usually let people get as close to me as you. I trust you to call me Macaroni. I let you touch me. I...I let myself love you."

At that moment, Y/n smiled wider than they had probably all their life. They pulled away and looked Macaque in his gorgeous eyes. "I let myself love you too." Macaque smiled, and he looked from Y/n's eyes to their lips. Y/n got the hint pretty quickly, and the two of them slowly leaned in.

Macaque and Y/n were a hair away from kissing, but Macaque still mumbled over the thick silence, "Are you sure?" Y/n answered by closing the distance and kissing him. It was short, and they pulled away too soon for Macaque's liking. He pulled them back in but gave Y/n room to break away should they choose to.

They didn't.

Eventually, the pair parted for air. Macaque took Y/n's hands and held a look of love on his face that made Y/n feel like royalty. How many people got to see this side of him? Sadly, not enough.

"I'm willing to work with you on what's bothering you. I can't fix this overnight," Macaque said sadly but smiled as he continued. "But I mean, you helped me. I might as well try and return the favor."

Y/n smiled, kissed one of his ears, and whispered, "I'd like that."

[frogofalltime]

06.02.2024

as i am no longer taking adhd meds this is not a medication diary anymore but it has been helpful for my mental health to write about my day like this so i will continue it with a new tag :)

i slept very badly; i didn't fall asleep until very late and i kept waking up in the night having weird dreams.

i had to get up at 7:30 which was really hard but i did it. i ate breakfast and got ready and i was two minutes late for my 9am class but it's okay, the most important thing is that i went. i only wrote two lines of notes on the lecture though.

then immediately after that lecture i had a 3-hour long lab class. i did Not have a good time: i was so tired and the lab is so overstimulating even in the best of times, so i was really struggling. i also was very hungry, i think my body is catching up on the food it missed out on last week, so i went out of the lab for a few minutes to eat a snack and tried to mentally recover before i went back to continue working.

as soon as lab was over i had yet another lecture. thankfully this is the class that i have with @etherealspacejelly (seeing robin always cheers me up even if it's the worst day ever). it was just revision of some stuff we learned last year so it wasn't too hard but i was so tired that i just couldn't wait to get out of that room.

finally after 5 hours of back to back classes i finally could take a break. i went to the house where all my friends live to eat my lunch which i had left in the fridge there yesterday, and then i accidentally fell asleep on the sofa for an hour.

when i woke up we had to go to another class and by now i was Not feeling well at all. i had a headache, i was hungry again, i felt overwhelmed, and i just wanted to sleep. i spent most of the class with my head on the desk trying not to have a meltdown.

when that was finally over my friend tried to talk to me but i was unable to speak. i've struggled with this my whole life because i am autistic and i have situational mutism (?) but recently this has been happening every day. i left without saying goodbye and went home and stared at the wall for an hour because i felt like i was going to have a meltdown or cry or throw things around while screaming.

eventually i forced myself to get up and make myself some food and that helped a lot. i ate while reading percy jackson. by the time i had finished eating, i felt much better, though i still couldn't speak to my flatmate when she came in to the kitchen.

i washed my dishes and took a shower (which was very overstimulating, idk why showering has become even harder for me recently, and it was already difficult enough). i considered going to bed but it was only 8pm and i didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night so i decided to do some art instead.

drawing and creative things always improve my mood, but i often don't have the energy to do it, so i'm glad i was able to do that tonight. after that i was feeling hungry again. i was unwilling to eat Again because i already had eaten 3 meals and one snack and eating more than one "treat" food per day is against the Rules. but i know my body wouldn't ask for food if it didn't need it so i made myself some toast with nutella and seeds and i also had some grapes. it was very nice, my favourite kind of food, and i am proud of myself for letting myself eat it.

then i washed my plate and realised i had forgotten to take my antidepressant meds this evening, so i took them when i went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

now i am in bed and i feel a lot better than i did all day. sometimes i guess i need some rest, a lot of food, a creative outlet, and some Autism Time, otherwise i turn into an insane little creeture.

goodnight everyone, i hope tomorrow is better <3

[mickimomo]

The 'I Worship My Wife' Committee (Part 1)

I just know that Aneka, Namor, Attuma, and Oni have little get togethers where they gush over their wives. And it plays out in my head like this:

Aneka: Thank you all for joining me today. Alright. Well. As always. Let's start off by saying one good thing we have done to show how much we worship our wives. I'll go first. *clears throat* I learned how to give a deep tissue massage and gave Ayo one after she finished training. I also cooked her, her favorite meal. Things definitely got kinda steamy with the wine, but I'll spare you guys the details.

Oni: Nah girl. We share the details. Go ahead.

Aneka: Oh, well, you know. Straps were involved, and toes were curling. I don't think I've ever screamed that much before.

Oni: Oooh. That's why your voice was gone for three days.

Aneka: Yeah. But it was worth it.

Attuma, giving her high-five: Good for you.

Everyone clapped before looking at Attuma.

Attuma: Ah. Well. As you all know. Okoye is pregnant with twins. She's been craving a lot of things lately. She woke up at 3 in the morning sobbing the other day because she wanted something from the market. As you all know. The market is closed at 3 am. But whatever K'iin wants, I'll get it. So I broke into the place she wanted food from, made the meal, cleaned up the shop, left a few pearls as an apology, locked it back up, and brought her back what she wanted.

Aneka: I should have known you were the pearl bandit.

Attuma: I will not tell Okoye no.

Oni: Was udade happy?

Attuma: She was so happy that she rode my face and released after eating. I almost wish I had died with my face between her legs. It was a blissful experience.

Everyone clapped again.

Namor: Wow. That's beautiful.

Attuma: Thank you.

They all looked at Namor.

Namor: So, Shuri has been working on something nonstop without taking care of herself again. Typically, I'd chew her out and drag her to bed. Instead, I decided to come in for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and feed her a meal. I'll even come in to feed her a snack. I also forced her to nap with me and go on walks to take a break. And if you look at her now, you'll notice that she's not drinking as much coffee and she's glowing.

Oni: Yeeeess. We love to see a loved one properly cared for.

Namor: Yes. And now that she's not always going to bed tired, she finally has time to get laid out like a domino.

Aneka, snapping her fingers before pointing at the god king: I love that comparison you just gave us.

Namor: Thank you. I learned a lot at our last family game night.

Attuma: Are you trying for a child?

Namor: We will when she's ready.

They all nodded in agreement before looking at Oni.

Oni: Well. Amora has been wanting me to wear her colors more because she thinks orange and red really compliment me. So. Me being the good wife I am, I started wearing a few of her gowns, and she was ecstatic. Then I felt adventurous one day and put on her armor and pretended to be her when she got home.

Namor: Ooooo. How did that go?

Oni: She bent me over and fucked me until I cried.

Attuma: She made you cry?

Oni: Yes. I was so overstimulated, that I couldn't even move away.

Aneka: Is that why you were in a wheelchair for a week?

Oni: Yes, and my wife spoiled me every day to make up for it.

They all laughed softly at the memory of Oni pouting in a wheelchair while Namora tried to cheer her up.

Namor: I knew your lie of hurting your ankle seemed odd. You were pouting way too much with Namora around.

Oni: Beyond these walls. It's still a busted ankle. Amora will be livid if she knows I told you all what actually happened.

Attuma: We won't tell a soul.

Namor: You have our word.

Aneka, nodded in agreement: See. I knew Namora was a freak.

Oni: Oh hush. Ayo is just as nasty with you.

Aneka: And see. We didn't even have to go there.

Should I write out another meeting? 🤣😭

Link to Part 2

[unknown-scuba-diver]

The artist and the king pt.4

Ganondorf x reader

Warning ⚠️: none

A cold sweat dripped down their face. Was it a dream? Or an incoming disaster waiting to happen? They could hear the quiet snoring of ganondorf in the quiet room. They quietly got up and walked around the empty and quiet temple. Trying to rap around what just happened. They reached one of the balconies and sat there while the cold air of the desert night blows on their face. They really could use a drink right now and wondered if ganondorf had some type of alcohol in the temple, but they didn't want to be rude and take stuff without asking.

"I don't get it, the old hero of hyrule killed the demon king. So why was he in my dream? Was it a omen or something else?"

They asked themselves while looking at the village. All the lights were off, and just the endless sky could be seen. They stayed for a while longer until they calmed down, and they stood up and turned around. And in the darkness, two glowing eyes stared at them for a split second before whatever it was fleed away.

They stood there for who knows how long. Until they built the courage to walk in the darkness. They walked quietly back into ganondorfs room, trying to use the light of the moon to guide themselves. But with each foot step they can hear a pair of other foot steps approaching. They stop walking and tried looking around to see in the darkness.

"Is anyone there?"

There was no answer... and they felt a hand on their shoulder.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

They screamed.

"Woah calm down it's just me!"

Ganondorf was the one standing there. He was holding a candle in one hand. They calmed down, realizing who it was. "I thought you were -" they stopped themselves from mentioning demise, something deep down told them not to speak about it in front of them. "...a monster"

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I just wanted some fresh air, that's all"

He knew they were bullshitting but he didn't want to push them if they really didn't want to talk about it. "Alright, let's go back to bed". They nodded, and they both went back to bed, but they just stared at the darkness until sunrise.

When morning came, they felt tired and exhausted. Ganondorf wakes up and slowly stretches and lets out a yawn

"morning"

He wrapped he's arm around them, pulling them closer to him. "Morning ganondorf" they smiled and played with his hair. "Come on, let's get up. You're the king after all" they chuckled. He let a sigh and got up "Alright let's start the day!". They smiled and got ready with the king. "So what's for breakfast? " they asked,

"Bread with some eggs" Ganondorf replied,

"Sounds good!" They were ready to face the day even though they were pretty sleep depraved. Ganondorf walks into the kitchen and grabs a pan "could you get me some eggs?", they nodded and grabbed four eggs. He used fire magic to light the stove, no matter how many times they saw it happen it still felt magical just like the first time they saw him use magic. "I wish I could use magic.." they sighed.

"Can't your people also use magic? " he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Nah, only the royal family and their magicians are the most prominent magic welders" they said while cutting some bread for the both of them.

"I could teach you" Ganondorf said with a hint of excitement. "What! You can do that?" They asked. Ganondorf nodded his head and put two eggs on each plate and sat down next to them "you know I should also teach you how to fight also especially during these times". They knew what he was taking about and nodded.

"Yeah, I understand, but I don't think I am going to be very good " they took a bite out of their egg toast. Ganondorf smirks,

"Don't be so hard on yourself! I see the fire in your eyes when you're making art. I bet you can do the same with fighting"

Ganondorf playfully slap their back, (y/n) almost choked on their food when they got hit it the back, "oops! Sorry my bad! ".

After eating lunch, ganondorf had a meeting with the generals of the Gerudo Valley about what was going on in their lands. They felt like it wasn't right for them to hear their business, so they went to the market to buy new materials for art supplies.

They knew that while that while it was morning, the sun shouldn't be as harsh, she walked around looking at what they were selling.

"Excuse me, do you have any leather? My bag got ripped up, and I am looking to patch it up"

"Sure, how much?"

They showed her torn up bag.

"Oh honey, you are going to need a new one "

"But this was a gift...." they sighed

"Wait! We can make you a new one but it isn't going to look the same is that okay?"

They nodded. "Thank you!", they give them the rupees for the commission.

"Alright, it will be done around two weeks"

"Sounds good "

They waved goodbye, and they continued to buy some more stuff so they could make a new sketchbook and watercolor paints. They walked back to the temple and started to sew the paper to make the sketchbook. But they could hear the conversation going on between ganondorf and the generals.

They could hear them. Taking about battle strategy and involving monsters in this war. This reminded them of an old legend that their grandparents told them about the demon king. His generals were shocked and angry. They didn't know who to feel about it, but they shocked their head, they loved him and they didn't care if he wanted a monster to fight besides them, they just wanted him to be happy.

The meeting was finished and ganondorf walked up to them. " Hey, how did the shopping trip go? Did you get the stuff to fix your bag?" He asked.

"They said it was unfixable but they are going to make me a new one! " They were done making their paints. "Am done doing my stuff, we can train now" they smiled. Ganondorf smirks "I hope you're ready because am not going easy on you " . They smiled "I hope so!"

Ganondorf grabbed their hand and ran to the castle's training area. They felt dizzy from being dragged so quickly "wow you're really fast". Ganondorf noticed and laughed, he motion them at the weapons. "What weapon would you like to practice with?" He showed off one off. "Which one do you think would be best for me? "

Ganondorf thought while looking at the weapons. Ganondorfs face lights up with excitement once again, as he pulls out a few different weapons, showing them as he speaks

"... Well, a shortsword or a dagger might suit you, something quick and small, perfect for close quarters combat!"

He shows you a few daggers, and a few shortswords, they are all very beautiful and intricate, the craftsmanship is superb and flawless, and the weapons are all very well made, very carefully honed to perfection.. he seems very proud of his arsenal to say the least.

"... What do you think? Which one do you like best?"

They go and picked up a short sword, "it's beautiful"

Ganondorfs eyes light up with a sense of pride, as if you just complimented his work

The short sword they picked up is incredibly well forged and it's a beauty to behold, and as they pick it the blade reflects the light as if it's the finest metal ever crafted.. it's a masterpiece of craftsmanship

"... That is a very good pick.. very good. Alright, let's get training, shall we?"

He pulls out another short sword and he holds it in the air

"Take your stance, and we will begin!"

"Alright! " They tried to mimic their stance. "Alright.. that looks good enough for a start! Now, let's practice some basic attacks!"

Ganondorfs golden eyes light up with some strange flame that reminded them of demise. But they shrug it off.

"... Let's see you use this sword.. do a basic strike!"

They tried to strike him the best they can.

Ganondorfs eyes light up as he watches them swing their sword, a small spark flying from both their blades clashing.

"Good! Excellent...!"

He claps his hands together

"... Your form needs some work, but you're a very quick learner so I feel confident you will learn it in no time.. I'll train you to be the best fighter in the land! You have what it takes.."

"Anything to protect you and these lands ganondorf...Anything.."

[applexxpop]

Welcome home ship thoughts

Home is not included

Wally Darling

Wally x Barnaby 9/10- LOVE IT. can see then being platonic or romantic. Loving the size difference and honestly they just look cute together. Wally definitely gives Barnaby bones and treats and Barnaby gives Wally new paint tubes

Wally x Howdy 10/10- I LOVE THIS SHIP, the fact Howdy has 4 arms to squish Wally with is just 😩 also again, the size difference, it makes my brain go brrr. Wally steals Apples and Howdy calls him greedy but let’s him have whatever

Wally x Julie 0/10- Don’t like it. I just can’t see it? Idk I see Julie as a big sister to him

Wally x Eddie 8/10- love this ship, just a southern man that forgets everything with a straight forward autistic man makes my brain go silly. Also when Eddie delivers mail he definitely kisses Wally’s cheek or something and says “special delivery!” And Wally does his little monotone laugh “Ha Ha Ha” and gives the mailman a kiss back

Wally x Frank 7/10- it’s been growing on me honestly, Wally definitely captures ‘butterflies’ for Frank to study but Frank doesn’t have to heart to tell me it’s a moth.

Wally x Sally 0/10- honest can’t see it, I find it platonic or them just being little gremlins together

Wally x Poppy 0/10- she’s a mother to him 💀 Poor girl ruffles her feathers at anything Wally does that causes Danger to himself, which happens often to none but still, she worries for him

Barnaby B. Beagle

Barnaby x Howdy 9/10- Barnaby’s thing said he comes into Howdy’s bodega everyday to get a hotdog, so imagine he comes in everyday and they develop feelings for each other slowly as the days, weeks, and months go by

Barnaby x Julie 0/10- just no, to me Barnaby is her big brother

Barnaby x Eddie 2/10- never thought about until now. Can’t see it ever happening, mailman and a dog? Yea, no. But Barnaby chasing after Eddie is kinda cute

Barnaby x Frank 2/10- again, never thought about it until now, honestly they just seem like the two neighbors that are friends with everyone but they don’t talk that often to each other

Barnaby x Sally 0/10- again little sister big brother

Barnaby x Poppy 0/10- she reminds him of his mama

Howdy Pillar

Howdy x Julie 0/10- I just- I don’t know something about Julie screams little sister to them to me

Howdy x Eddie 9/10- very cute, the only two business owners in Welcome Home in a relationship? I’m my opinion, that’s cute. I can see Eddie delivering packages and stuff to Howdy and Eddie give him a big ol smooch and happily says “special delivery!” And Howdy smiles and says “I wonder who it’s from!” And Eddie goes “Me!” And they both laugh! Also they spend the early morning together, Eddie got all his mail ready to be delivered so he sits and eats breakfast with Howdy before he starts getting his bodega ready for the day.

Howdy x Frank 8/10- Also very cute! A 4ft grumpy man that’s special interest is butterflies with a 8ft tall caterpillar? Yes, please. I imagine Frank calls or visits Howdy’s bodega to ask if he’s had lunch yet or if he ate breakfast he packed for him, and of course Howdy ate the Breakfast but he’s been so busy he hasn’t eaten lunch so they eat lunch together.

Howdy x Sally 0/10- seriously what’s up with me thinking they are little sisters to everyone??

Howdy x Poppy 0/10- I think he sees Poppy almost as a mother as well; she calls him darling and brings him cookies, or when he works late at the bodega and falls asleep, she just happens to visit and sees, placing a blanket over him or waking him up so he can rest in his proper bed.

Eddie Dear

Eddie x Julie 0/10- they gossip about Frank but in a good way, also they play dress up and have tea party’s

Eddie x Frank 1000/10- Literally husbands. I could go on for fucking ever about these two but if I do this will be longer then I want so I’m just going to say I REALLY REALLY love them <3

Eddie x Sally 0/10- helps bandage her knees cause she’s always rehearsing dramatic scenes for her plays, can’t tell me otherwise

Eddie x Poppy 0/10- she’s a mama to everyone

Frank Frankly

Frank x Julie 0/10- no 💀 they are best friends

Frank x Sally 0/10- just no, they are both gay(in my opinion)

Frank x Poppy 0/10- No, once again SHE IS MAMA. Also they tell eachother their deepest darkest secrets 🤫

Poppy Partridge

Poppy x Julie 0/10- just can’t see it

Poppy x Sally ?/10- ….im thinking about it

Julie Joyful

Julie x Sally 10/10- Girlfriends for real. Sally let’s Julie reluctantly change the scripts in her plays because it makes her happy and Sally loves seeing her sunshine happy🥰

Eddie x Frank x Howdy 10000/10- oh my 😍 Imagine them cuddling, and Frank is In the middle while Eddie spoons them from behind, and Howdy's arms are over both of them, one arm under the pillow, one under Frank. the other two laying over Frank holding Eddie’s waist . One of Frank's arms curled around Eddie’s arm with their other hand clinging to Howdy’s night shirt.

[ghostofasecretary]

i feel like i fundamentally do not have enough energy to live my own life

yesterday i was recovering from Exhausting Funeral Trip. so it makes sense that i was slow.

and i did:

- fill out last week's timecard

- make my bed

- get groceries

- do my laundry

- make dinner + plan tomorrow's lunch

- watched TV like a maniac (had fun) (knitted)

realized i still had to fill my med case back up. ugh

- did that, got to sleep late thereby

so. today. throat's sore and nose is stuffy, gross! only charged phone partially somehow! there's a persistent beeping in my house for god knows why! (none of the options i can think of sound good!) i'm TIRED and i JUST WOKE UP and i want to SCREAM and then CRY, MAYBE.

okay. okay okay okay

1. you don't have your focus meds and that makes everything harder. fix that, please. call the number you just put in your journal in the parking lot after work, c. 1:30.

2. class this term is a real and awful stressor. you are not going to be as prepared as you want to be. still, this might be adequate: work on your homework for an hour each evening. 7pm-8pm, or you can knock it out early. just set an alarm.

3. you have to do Scary New Thing at Job this week. plan that tonight.

4. go print thing at library after work. then make the rest of your apple cidey with spices and drink it.

5. i could really use the fucking money from my paid social. i really could. i would *rather* see my actual IRL friends but actual friends don't give you $20 for hanging out with them. because that would be weird. and i lost $20 going home and it would be nice to make it up. (stupid! argh!!) (I NEED A NEW/SECOND JOB BUT WE A R E N O T T H I N K I N G A B O U T I T N O W.) plus maybe you could see your friends and do work? so. RSVP today or tomorrow once you confirm.

6. i am really and truly Not Gonna Worry about poetry. i want to but this is the thing that will last the longest without maintenance. sorry for your loss.

7. do not even start to book club or party plan till Friday evening.

so! okay! that's your week!

today we got:

- restart laptop. fuck it, update AND restart

- eat breakfast

- work outfit (ugh my gross hair, need to shower tonight *also*)

- pack lunch

- plan: what lesson materials do i need, what am i doing today, goal for each group, little list of times + names, etc

- pack bags

- walk to car

- drive to work

- head in early

- gather materials

- head down around [set time]

- teach g1, g2 (survey), g3

- lunch

- teach g4

- finish up admin paperwork, go upstairs, put materials away afaic (all! nice!)

- clock out

- call number about meds; hopefully they will have some or be able to direct you to someone who will. oh they were closed. EPIC. CALL BACK LATER. what do you mean you want me to leave a voicemail message. fine. what the fuck

- drive home

- go to library; print item; walk back home. actually the item cannot be printed! sent an email fml 1989

- call another pharmacy?? should hear back by cidey time. call a third pharmacy. message psych. i hate this stupid baka life (getting adhd meds in the US)

- um. wow. am sick. covid test? yay, it's negative

- shower

- apple cidey (expect this is to be about 3:30?)

- wash today's tupperware

- cooking break: [make some lentils? (soak, cook ~1 hour, cook with reverse tadka. do not make too much, maybe 300g dry?) - make potato sabzi? (start after lentils are in) - make a tiny bit of rice? (start after lentils are in) [- maybe one episode of show but you should begin food at 4:15 at latest so you're done cooking around 5:30 and done with food c. 5:45 and done with dishes c. 6:15 so you can start planning before your Homework Time begins. you can start cooking at 4, that'd be fine. even 3:30 for lentil soaking time.]]

yeah, no, if all that cooking sounds like Too Much instead of like rest then make some mushroom pasta with spinach and arugula. or you can eat your defrosted potato soup. damn. options

- eat dinner

- maybe poke your friends about plans during Food Eating Time (/notify them of. covid test results. UGH)

- plan [new job thing] for g1, g2, g4, g2 On Last Day Only. figure out what materials you need and who you're going to work with and prep those as much as you can. put materials to print on flash drive

- 7-8pm ONE HOUR OF HOMEWORK. it doesn't have to be good you just have to sit at the desk for an hour with no distractions and try. i believe in you

- 8-9pm watch your tv show

- 9:30 shut laptop and head bedwards. this is a lot; you will be tired.

okay! that's a fuckload! but do it step by step and it will. get. done.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hey girly! How was the shows?

I was thinking about what a normal day would look like or night or weekend. Whatever you think would be best ❤️ I haven’t had a lot of structure lately do to a hectic schedule. I really need some papa and daddy routine to help 🥺🥺💕💕💕

Hi there love!

My shows were really perfect! I’m already so excited for the ones next year!! Thank you so much for asking sweets ❤️

Of course I’ll help you, honey! I’m so glad I’m able to do it!

I Hope it gets better now, I’m sorry you had to wait this long for seeing your request written. I hope you understand <3

Enjoy <33

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Your Daddies always come waking you up together. If they're both home, they go upstairs to your bedroom to gently waking you with gentle movement and sweet words. They found it important to be both there when you open your beautiful eyes

then it's breakfast time. Your Papa either is the only one to cook while your Daddy changes when it's needed or you help him. They usually cook what you asked for breakfast but sometimes they cook when they want to eat.

After that, your Papa goes with you upstairs to change you into your clothes instead of your pyjama, even if your pyjama is the comfier in the whole world. During that time, your Daddy cleans the dishes and the table where you had breakfast.

During the morning, you usually play in your playroom, you draw for your Daddies, you play with your dolls and you create a whole universe in your mind that you love so much. It's a perfect way to start a day.

Your Daddies come to get you when lunch is ready and if the sun is showing and it's not too cold outside, you eat your lunch in the garden, under the warm sun and the beautiful trees leaf. You always help them cleaning afterward.

For the afternoon, sometimes you go in the store to run errands with your Daddies when it's needed or you spend the afternoon on their laps while they work in the office or you went back to playing. Every afternoon is different but you love every each of them.

In the late afternoon, it's your nap time so your Daddies went to you when you weren't with them and you follow them aound the house until you're in the bed. They read you stories and caress your skin to make you feel sleepy. They always stay with when it's nap time so it helps you staying in bed. In hours like that, you want to be close to them because tiredness is making its way to you and you want to be in their arms so if they're not there at nap time, you get up and search for them.

After an hour or so of napping, your Daddies wake you up in the sweetest way which is also your favorite way to woken up. You all go downstairs and while you take your time to wake up with your Daddy on the couch, your Papa is making dinner. They hate when you eat too lately because after your tummy hurts or you digest less well. Your Daddy runs his hands around your body to make you feel safe.

After dinner time, it's your Papa who cleans the table and the dishes while your Daddy tucks you upstairs for a good bath. He helps you undressing and always make sure to add the soaps you want in the water. He massages each muscles and each skin of your body while all you do it laying in the bathtub and enjoying. He can be really playful at some times, for example, while he's wahsing your belly, he would innocently and by mistake slide his finger in your belly button to wash it or he would purposely runs his fingers not so hard on your soles to tickle you or taking his sweet time washing each one of your toes.

Before putting you in your pyjama, he would lie you in the bed and putting your cream on your body which help you relaxing even more under his hands. He then helps you getting dress and carries you down the stairs. It be such a shame to dirty those little feet now that they're clean.

For the evening, it's always cuddle time. Your Papa is already on the couch when you come downstairs and is already searching for something to watch, something you like to watch of course. Your Daddy would sit beside your Papa on the couch and laying you across their legs. Sometimes your feet are on your Papa's laps and other time it's on your Daddy's. But in all cases, your feet, legs, arms, belly and hair are caressed sweetly by their big hands.

If you didn't fell asleep on their laps during the evening, they would ask you where you want to sleep, in your bed or in theirs. They would carry you to the bed you chose and pick up a story you love. They tuck you in bed, give you your paci and a bottle if you asked for one and of course they give your Bucksie. While your Papa is focusing on the words he read, your Daddy strokes your belly or hair to make you more sleepy. They keep doing that until you fall asleep and then get ready to fall asleep with you

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter one My master list

Title: Chapter ten - COMPLETED!

Word Count: 1422

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

“Good morning baby, time to wake up, my sweet prince. Today’s the day.” Eddie whispered into his boyfriend’s ear on the morning of the Madison Square Garden show. 

“Mmm morning sunshine, it really is. Can’t wait.” He smiled back. “Shall we have room service breakfast in bed that we completely ignore and then head down to the pool for a bit?” he asked, leaning up to kiss the other man. 

“Sounds like a good idea to me, sweetheart” Eddie replied between kisses. 

The two ordered room service and spent the following couple of hours eating and tangled with each other in the sheets before heading down and joining everyone down at the pool area. 

The party had travelled to New York the day before, ready to be at the show that night. 

“I’d ask why you’re so late to join us all but the obvious bruises on you both give it away,” Robin remarked by way of a greeting as the two men approached the group. 

“Good morning to you as well Buckley, let's not pretend you’re sweet and innocent, your marks are just hidden” Eddie replied, flipping her off before settling onto a sun lounger. 

The group spent the rest of the morning and into the midafternoon playing in the pool and relaxing. They had lunch by the pool and around 2 pm all retired to their suites to get ready to head to sound check. As the hours ticked by, the nerves and the excitement grew. By the time it was time to get into the car to head to the venue, Eddie couldn’t sit still. In the car, Steve placed one of his hands in Eddie’s and Eddie spent the car ride playing with Steve’s hand and fingers and had calmed a lot by the time they arrived. 

“Where's my sweetheart?” Eddie shouted running across the stage to where his guitar was sitting. “Did they treat you properly?” he asked, looking over his baby. 

“Boy, you know there ain't a damn scratch on it that you didn't put there yourself,” Wayne said, shaking his head. 

Eddie’s uncle joined the band for their most important gigs because Eddie wanted to make sure his sweetheart was perfectly in tune for those nights, and Wayne had been the one to teach him how to play by ear. He also knew that it made Wayne feel better doing something for the band after Eddie had bought him and Scott a house as soon as he could afford it.

The whole group ran towards Wayne giving him hugs. He had become the uncle to the whole group, not just Eddie. 

Sound check went without any issues and by the time 5:30 rolled around there was nothing to do but get ready and wait to go on stage. 

The support band, The All-American Rejects,  went on at half past 7 and the band stood as close as they could to watch them. 

“Holy shit, they were amazing! How do we follow that?” Robin panicked. 

“Easily birdie, we’re just as good as those guys, okay?” Chrissy soothed pulling Robin into her. 

“Those fans are here for us. That’s all we need to remember. They’re here for us.” Eddie rushed out, sounding anxious. 

Taking to the stage 20 minutes later, a calm seemed to come over them all. Standing on a stage and playing for an audience is something that they had done countless times in the last almost two years. This, they knew how to do. The size of the venue and crowd, paired with the magnitude of what they were doing, meant very little when they started to play. 

“Wow! You guys are loud!” Eddie laughed, “That’s awesome! Can you keep it up for the next couple hours?” The crowd screamed in response. 

“How fucking awesome were The All-American Rejects though?” Chrissy asked, “I want to thank them for joining us tonight and being the most amazing support band we could have asked for!” 

“Come on guys, these people didn’t pay for chit-chat, they paid to rock out so let's go!” Steve said before counting them into the next song. 

Looking around at the band as he was singing and playing with them, Eddie couldn’t help but notice how happy they all were. Smiles beaming bigger than ever and sweat already starting to drip down their bodies. 

Eddie was glad he had chosen to pair his leather pants and heavy boots with a mesh top, showing off most of his tattoos and most importantly, keeping him a little cooler. 

Turning around, he was greeted with the sight of his boyfriend playing the drums with so much energy that his hair was flying everywhere, long stripes of green hair catching the lights and making him look like a rock god. The lights flicking off the chest harness that he was also wearing caught Eddie’s eye and almost distracted him from his performance. 

Chrissy was being very daring with how she was moving around the stage given how short her neon pink miniskirt was. She hoped the tape that was keeping her black sequin star top, which was basically a bikini top, in place was good, she did not want that kind of exposure. 

The energy coming back at the band was off the charts, their own songs were being sung back at them, something that Robin would never get used to. 

There was a relatively big moshpit going and the whole arena was so loud. 

It was so warm, one and a half hours in and Robin’s crop top and cargo pants were sticking to her, but she could not be happier. 

The atmosphere when the band came off stage was eclectic. Water bottles were handed to each of them and they drank them down in seconds. 

“That was the most amazing experience of my life” Eddie declared as they walked into their dressing room. 

“I’d be offended if I didn’t agree with you” Steve laughed, pulling his boyfriend into a passionate kiss. 

“Urg no fucking in the dressing room” Robin gagged. 

“Again,” Chrissy chirped in as Robin shuddered at the memory. 

“Oh Bobbin, you know I love you too” Steve laughed, placing a sloppy wet kiss on her cheek with an over-exaggerated kissing noise

“Yeah, yeah sure, whatever you say dingus.” she laughed and pushed him away. 

The band all got showered and changed before heading back over to catering for something else to eat and a few drinks with the party and a few friends and family that had been invited to see them play. 

“I just want to say I’m so proud of you all,” Chrissy’s mom Rachel said as they sat down in the catering area. “You’ve all worked so hard to make this dream happen and in such a short amount of time” 

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Rach,” Steve responded to her, raising his beer bottle in her direction. 

The excitement from the show rolled over for most of the evening. There was a buzzing in the air with everyone talking about it and showing pictures that had been taken by various people on various cameras. Claudia had brought Dustin a brand new one for the occasion. 

The party went on for a couple more hours before people started to head off for the evening. 

It was at this point that Eddie decided to take a moment to himself and excused himself to smoke a joint, something he only did every so often and definitely not at any of the parties they had started to be invited to as a band. 

“I really can't believe we made it here” Chrissy sighed as she leaned against the wall that Eddie was smoking by. 

“I know, I can’t either. Imagine if us from 5 years ago, could see us now. No shitty job, no daydreaming. We’ve been able to buy those we love houses. We’ve got amazing partners that we both love.” He smiled, taking another drag of his cigarette. 

“Really proud of you though, I’m so glad you found someone that can not only put up with your shit but actually keep you in line.” The blonde laughed. 

“And you found someone to keep up with your princess ass” the metalhead responded with a laugh of his own. 

“We both did ok didn’t we?” She smiled. “I’ll see you back in there in a minute ok” she added, squeezing his arm before she left. 

“This is where you are,” the voice of Steve came from behind him as he was throwing the cigarette butt in the dumpster. 

“Hey sweetheart, miss me already” Eddie grinned, pulling the other man close, kissing him deeply. 

“Mmm, I really did,” the other man replied, getting even closer with another kiss. “Let’s head home shall we?” he suggest

[cornnick]

Spider-Man Beyond The Web Along Came A Spider Brooklyn Apartments

Nick was asleep as if he were snugged like a bug in his bed. That was until he was awoken by his father's opening his blinds. "Time to rise and shine," he said as Nick sighs. "5 more minutes please..." "Now come on you don't want to be late for your first day at school do you?" he asked as Nick sighed but nodded. "There my senior. come on your mom made us breakfast," he said. Nick nodded as he went to get ready for this day. he went to his closet got some decent-looking clothes and headed to the kitchen. Nick's mom sees him and smiles "There my 18-year-old. Ready for your final year in high school?" she asks. Nick chuckled and nodded his head. "Heck yeah, I am. One more year and I can be a full-time adult!" Nick said as he sat down. His dad chuckled. "You're already an adult son." his dad said as his mom set down his plate. "Food first then brush your teeth." she said "Yeah yeah I know." Nick started to eat. He turned on the TV to see a commercial about splicing a new trend to give yourself animal-like features. Nick wasn't much into it. However, he did have a friend who did undergo that treatment.

After he was done with breakfast he was heading to his dad's car. He then got a call from his friend. Miles Morales. He answers "Well well what's up Miles? Ready for the first day as seniors?" Nick asked excitedly. "Heck yeah, I am dude! We're going to have Mr.Parker as our teacher this year." he said on the phone as Nick sighed "Aww yeah science that." He said, "Oh hey come on at least we will probably be in the same class." Miles said on the phone a bit hopeful. "Oh, my dad's here. I'll see you at school." Nick hangs up as he sees his dad coming over. The two get in the car and start to drive to Brooklyn Visions Academy.

As his dad drives he turns on the radio. "Crime rates have been increasing over the past couple of years. a good 14 percent in fact-." Nick's dad turns the radio off. "You don't need to listen to that," he said softly. Nick looks at his dad as he sighs. "Is it going to get any better?" he asked him. His dad looked at his son as he nodded his head a bit. "I think it will..." he said before he had to stop his car and saw a protest going on. "Aww looks at them." his dad said as Nick looked over seeing some people holding signs that said 'Splicing took away my daughter' 'Splicing is dangerous' and a bunch more anti-splicing propaganda. "Shame how our world is like this. people trying to live their lives as what they truly are then they have to deal with this." His dad said as they started to back away and take another street to the school. Nick looks at the anti-splicers as he looks back out the window.

Brooklyn Visions Academy

Nick's dad soon pulled up at the school. He got out and he looked back at his dad. "I'll see you later tonight Dad," he said with a smile. "Of course. Have fun on your first day." His dad said as Nick nodded and got his lunch from the back of the car and his backpack. "Love you Dad." he soon leaves as his dad smiles and starts to drive off.

Nick soon headed inside before stopping and seeing his friends. He smiled going over. Miles, Gwen, and Mayday. "Well look what the cat dragged in." Gwen said looking at Nick "Oh haha very funny." he said as he gave her a high five. "Furball." He said playfully as Gwen huffed and punched his arm. Nick rubbed it. "Ow..." he said. Gwen Stacy. The Splicer of the group and also a really good drummer in the band she's in. "Hey come on guys we're gonna be late for class," Miles said as Nick chuckled. "Hey, Mr.Parker can wait a bit longer Miles," Nick said to his other friend. Miles Morales. Someone way smarter than him with some of this science stuff. "He's right. My dad is usually punctual about school stuff. escaplly today." Mayday said with a bit of a chuckle. Mayday Parker. The first hours teacher daughter and really good artist. "So come on let's go," Mayday said to them. "Yeah yeah, Mayday," Nick said as his friends started to head on over to the first-hour class. Science class.

As the friends headed to their class their hallway was blocked by many students. "What the heck. Whose is that important to block the whole hallway" Nick said as Miles sighed "Do you even need to ask?" he said as the person blocking the way was none other than Harry Osborne. Wealthy son of Norman Osborne, He was being fawned over by the students who find him hot. "Ugh, Rich kids," Gwen said. Mayday chuckle. "Aren't you friends with one," she asked referring to her. "Well your diffrent." Gwen simply said as Nick smiled at this "Well I mean technically Gwen isn't wrong. Your dad is here at school instead of working in a lab at Oscorp." He said "Yeah well. Dad likes helping the children of the future. As he always says." She said as the four friends went to take a different route to class. Just in time as the bell rang. "Come on let's sit in the back," Nick said as the four of them got to the back of class. "Remember no goofing off," Mayday said to them. Mostly to Nick. "Have a little bit of faith in me May. I may hate science but I'll pay attention," he said as the class door opened. "Hello there class." The teacher said. "My name is Peter Parker. Most of you already remember me from last year's class. I see we got some new faces." he said "Mostly 3 in the back." he said. Nick was surprised to see that Mayday's dad was able to spot them in the back as Mayday waved at her dad. "Alright class. first things first. Who is up for a field trip?" Mr.Parker asked as the class was whispering to themselves "Field trip?" Nick said as Miles looked at him. "Yeah. were going to Oscorp. I told you this last month." he said as Nick looked at Miles then he remembered "Oh yeah! I forgot." he said and chuckled a bit as Miles sighed at him. "Relax I did it." he said "Now the field trip is going to take over the whole school day so I hope you bought some comfy shoes." Mr.Parker said, "Oh shit we're gonna be walking forever." Gwen said with a sigh as she looked at Mayday "I take it back your dad is just like the rest of them." she said half-jokingly.

"Alright class. Head on outside to bus 1 you should be in front of the school right about now." Mr.Parker said to them as the class started to get up and head on to the bus. "So I've never been to Oscorp before. What is it like?" Nick asked mostly Miles and Mayday cause he knew that Miles wanted to go there and Mayday probably went there a lot. "Oscorp is the most ditiginish company in the city." Miles said, "It's more than that." Mayday said "They're advocating for the splicer movement." she said Gwen chuckled a bit. "Well, I'll give Oscorp that. They are cool for that involvement," she said as Nick nodded his head as they arrived at the bus and all started to head on in and as usual headed to the back. Mr.Parker came in after all the students got on however he saw the principal as she came over with Harry "Sorry Mr.Parker but this student would like to go on the trip."She said as Mr.Parker looked at Harry. "Hey, Harry. Guessing you want to go see Oscorp too huh?" he said "He was very adamant." The principal said as Mr.Parker chuckled a bit. "Alright. As long as the other teachers don't mind that I'm taking one of their students." Harry scoffs a bit. "Whatever work they'll give me. I'll finish it when I get home." Harry simply said. Mr.Parker nodded his head "Then come on board Harry." he said as Harry got on the bus. Nick sees this and warns his friends "Watch out Osborne is on board. If that bully tries to get back here we ignore him. Agree?" Nick said.

Oscorp Upper levels

In the employee bathrooms, I was in there as I looked at my medication. I breathed a bit as I took some water and took two pills. I breathed and cried to myself. Soon there was a knock on the door. "Doctor. Octavius are you ok?" one of her workers said as she put her pills away. "Yes I'm simply getting ready," she said as she got out of the bathroom. She looked at her worker's face as she tilted her head "What's wrong?" she asked "Well it's...it's the girl...she escaped." Dr. Octavius' eyes widen. "What! What do you mean she's gone??" she said as the worker. "We were conducting the daily experiment and well. there was an electrical flash and then she was just gone." Octavius was freaking out a bit as she tries to compose herself. "What should we do? Should we cancel the tour?" the worker asked as Octavius shook her head. "No...will go as scheduled...she couldn't have gone far," she said as the worker nodded and went to radio the other workers that were there. Octavius started to head to the elevator and pressed the first floor to greet the students who were coming in for today's tour. Norman was not going to be happy about this.

Oscorp Lower levels

"Ok, Students stay in view where I can see you." Mr.Parker said as Nick was looking at one of the Spiders as they were cool looking. One was blue and red. "That's one weird-looking Spider," Gwen said coming over as her tail swished and Nick shrugs. "You say weird I say cool," Nick said as he sat up and he soon went to look around a bit. He stopped when he saw the elevator opening and out stepped Octavius as she fixed her glasses. She looked at Nick before her eyes widened "Oh you must be one of the students from BVA?" she said as Nick nodded his head. "Mhm," he said with a smile as Mr.Parker came over. "Ahh Doctor Octavius there you are. Ready to see the future minds of the next generation?" Mr.Parker said as Octavius nodded her head "Of course...but we have to talk afterward." she said as Mr.Parker nodded his head as he looked at Nick. "Mmm oh yeah I should probably head back huh?" he said as he headed back to the other students. he did bump into someone. He felt a tiny shock as he looked at the person he bumped into. His heart skipped a beat. It was a girl about his age as she looked at him. She got up. "Um Hi?" Nick said as he got up "H-hello?" the girl said. "Um. you must be one of my classmates huh? names Nick. Nick Arachid, you?" he asked. The girl looked away she blushed a bit before looking at him. "Maxine Dillion." she said softly as Nick went for a handshake Maxine didn't as Nick raised an eyebrow "Ok not the handshake touchy type," he said softly as Maxine shrugged. "I just...Don't..." she looks at him. "Mmmm. Come on. You should meet my friends." Nick said as he led her to his friends.

Octavius clears her throat as she looks at the students. "Everyone class. I like you to meet the head of research and development. Doctor Liz Octavius." Mr.Parker said as she smiled "Welcome everyone. I'm glad that your school decided to come here and learn about what we do here." she said. "Now we would like you to go to the upper levels. Unfortunately, those are off-limits at the moment. So feel free to explore this floor for now." she said as the students started to look around again as Parker went to talk to Octavius. "That was weird Liz." he said "What happened on the first floor?" he asked "You know we have been testing new sources of energy right?" she asked Peter nodded his head "Yeah? Wait was it desotryed?" he asked as she shook her head. "No... it sorta got misplaced. We're working on it right now. This is why I confined your students on this floor only." she said as Parker nodded his head. "I understand," he said. "You do what you have to do. I'll keep my students safe." he said as Liz nodded "Good..." she soon headed on back to the elevator.

Nick brought Maxine to his friends as they were still looking at those spiders. Miles soon noticed the two and smiled. "Hey there you are." he said as Mayday and Gwen looked over "Whose that?" Gwen asked as Nick smiled. "This is Maxine Dillion. She is one of our classmates," he said as Miles smiled and went to shake her hand as Maxine stepped back a bit. "Yeah, she doesn't like to be touched." Nick said, "I can understand that." Gwen said as Maxine looked at the Spiders a bit. Nick looks at her as he brings his friends in a group huddle. "Look she seems lonely so I thought maybe we can bring her into our friend group." he said as Mayday smiled "Sure why not." she said as Gwen and Miles nodded "I don't mind," he said before the four of them heard glass breaking. They looked over to see the spider enclosure was broken. Maxine's eyes widened as Nick looked "What did you do?" he asked "I-it just broke!" she said as Nick looked at her. "Glass just doesn't break!" soon Mr.Parker came over and saw this "Oh no ok everyone step back." he said to the five of them. as the kids backed away from the spiders Mr.Parker started to call some Oscorp scientist  to take care of these spiders as Nick huffs "Well there goes that enclousre." Miles said as Mayday nodded "Shame to cause my dad worked on that." she said. A few hours later

The tour was over as Nick was waiting outside for the bus with his friends. He was chewing on some gum as he tapped his foot a bit. Too much in fact,  as Gwen sighed "Can you stop that? It's annoying my ears. I'm still trying to get used to these." she said "I can't help it. it's cold out here." Nick said, "You're wearing your winter jacket." Miles said, "How are you cold." Nick shrugs a bit as he looks at Maxine. Who was just looking at the sky a bit. "She's pretty cool," Nick said as Mayday chuckled. "She's a bit odd but I like her. She's perfect for our little group," she said. Nick looks at Mayday. "So you guys wanna hang out at Miles's uncle's place later?" he asked and Gwen nodded "Oh hell yeah. We can make it a pizza night." she said "Can't Uncle Aaron is gonna be busy tonight." he said "Aww dang. Nick said as he looked at Maxine again. "You know what. I'm gonna shoot my shot," he said as Mayday chuckled at that. "Shoot your shot?" she said "Mhm. wish me luck." he said as he went over. "Hey, Maxine. A nice night outside huh?" he said as Maxine looked at him as she shrugged "It's... beautiful..." she said as Nick looked at her. "Yeah..." he smiled a bit before feeling a sharp pain on the back of his neck "OW what the-!" he smacked the back of his neck but immediately started to get dizzy. "Oh..." he said as Maxine looked at him. "Nick?" she said as Nick soon fell on her back. "Nick!" Miles yelled as he came over along with some other students. Soon Mr.Parker came over as he looked at Nick. All Nick could hear was mumbles as he saw Mr.Parker take his phone out. After that. Everything went black.