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Can’t You See That You’re Lost Without Me?

Summary: Snippet from the system's childhood. They were around seven years old when their mum left them on the side of the road one day. The whole thing must’ve only lasted with them chasing after the car for no longer than a few minutes, but it still stuck with them.

Warnings: I mean just major warning for child. The whole thing is triggered by them having a meltdown because they're overstimulated, so obviously Wendy's not gonna react with compassion or sympathy.

Word Count: 1123 It's On AO3 -> Here

They were around seven years old when their mum left them on the side of the road one day. The whole thing must’ve only lasted with them chasing after the car for no longer than a few minutes, but it still stuck with them.

They couldn’t remember the circumstances properly, the best that they could work out was that they’d been walking around shopping with their mum all day. From what they can remember, they didn’t think the day had even been that bad in all honesty. Their mum had even bought them a small stuffed teddy from a garden centre. A soft grey elephant that they’d fallen in love with upon sight.

They didn’t remember anything else until they were seated in the car, utterly exhausted as well as both hungry and thirsty. This combined with their legs aching after having done so much movement without break was really the perfect recipe for overstimulation and a meltdown. Neither of which was a fun experience to say the least. So when their mother said that they were going to stop off at and walk around another shop, the lump that had been growing in their throat suddenly swelled further.

Their sandpaper mouth and the hunger-pained knot in their stomach became apparent as they tried to soothe it by swallowing what little saliva they had in their mouth. A wave of frustration washed over them as they were suddenly aware of how drained they had become from the day’s events. Burning tears welled up in their eyes as they failed to verbalise their needs, not knowing how to formulate the words to tell their mother that they physically couldn’t will themself to use up anymore of the energy they didn’t have. Too exasperated to think properly, they kicked their feet out at the dashboard, their shoe colliding against it with a heavy clatter. In irritation, they violently shook their head in an attempt to convey what they were trying to tell her.

“NO!”

It was such a stupid thing to be pushed over the edge by, so ordinary. They knew now that they couldn’t help it, that meltdowns and overstimulation were just things they had to be careful of and at worst all they could do was try to minimise the damage. But at the time, they hadn’t known any better. Didn’t have the reassurance or the vocabulary to explain their behaviour. They had simply just been labelled a problem and told that they had to grow up. To learn how to act their age.

They couldn’t remember how it suddenly got worse. How it reached the point it did. All they knew was that it suddenly jumped to their mother pulling over on the side of the road and shouting at them to get out. They could remember the fear that coursed through them as they continued to kick the dash, desperately trying to get their words out to apologise and explain. But they couldn’t.

She reached over to harshly unbuckle their seatbelt. She angrily grabbed the handle and all but threw the door open, all while ordering them to get out of the car. Their breathing was heavy as the tears streamed from their eyes, their throat closing even tighter the more they made attempts at spitting their excuses out for her to hear. Not that she would’ve listened. She just kept shouting.

And then suddenly they were outside of the car. They couldn’t tell whether they’d voluntarily exited the vehicle with the terror of their mother’s fury acting as a catalyst, or whether she’d done something to push them out. All they knew is that the next moment in the sequence of events was that they were watching her reach over the now empty passenger seat and slam the door shut. All they knew was that they had been stood on the roadside as they watched in horror as the car began to speed away from them.

It took a moment for their brain to send the signals to their legs because they remember the shock as they tried to process what was happening at that moment in time. The disbelief as they stood on the patchy, dying grass and blinked the tears out of their eyes. Full body tremors rippling throughout their body like a beacon as the dirt kicked up on the road from where the car had been stationary not moments ago. Then they were clutching their new elephant friend in their hand desperate to not leave it behind and running after the vehicle as fast as their short legs could take them.

They know that they had screamed after her, begging for her to stop driving away from them. Breaths catching in their chest as they pushed themselves even further past the physical exertion they had been suffering as they wailed for her to come back. Their legs erupted with searing pain as their muscles consumed energy reserves they didn’t have. They howled with dread as they begged for her to stop and listen to their apologies. That they’d do whatever she wanted if only she’d let them back into the car.

They remember she stopped eventually. It must’ve felt longer in the moment as a child, because looking back on it she probably hadn’t driven that far away from them. She’d pulled up onto the side of the road again and as they sprinted to the door, they could still feel the way she’d stared at them as though she was looking into their very soul. Her piercing and uncaring gaze judging every fibre of them. They felt sick as they remembered the apologies that spilled from their lips like a tsunami. The trepidation as they felt the pressure to convince her to let them back into the car. To not leave them to find their way back home on their own.

Eventually, she muttered under her breath begrudgingly before reaching over and just barely popping the door open. They could still see the way they’d lunged to tug at the door, their body all but diving into the car seat as they thanked her for her patience. As they felt the relief at how ‘kind’ she had been letting them back into the vehicle and for putting up with their awful behaviour.

They didn’t remember anything else from that day. They didn’t try to. Why would they when they didn’t even want to know anymore about it? They just wanted to collect what they could to eventually try and bury it in the earth next to their mother and never visit the cemetery full of similar events that they had created. They didn’t bother marking its grave. It didn’t deserve the recognition of a headstone.

[chaithetics]

Sickcember 2024!

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Dec 3rd - Moon boys x heart valve disease reader. 

Dec 5th - Richard Muñoz x PCOS reader.

Dec 7th - Nathan Bateman x Multiple Sclerosis (mobility aid user/mention) reader.

Dec 9th - Kid Monkey Man x insomnia reader. 

Dec 11th - Marc Spector x migraine reader.

Dec 13th - Steven Grant x seizures reader. 

Dec 15th - Kendall Roy x depression reader. 

Dec 17th - Jake Lockley x POTS (mobility aid user/mention) reader. 

Dec 19th - Dev Patel characters x sick reader. 

Dec 21st - Marc Spector x EDS (mobility aid user/mention) reader.

Dec 23rd - Moon Boys x CFS/ME reader

Dec 25th - Oscar Isaac characters x chronic pain reader.

Dec 27th - Steven Grant x (mobility aid user/mention) lupus reader. 

Dec 29th - TBC...

Dec 31st - TBC...

[screwpinecaprice]

Ah I forgot I made this last October. Patreon request for connverse family photo (with middle-aged Connie and Steven and adult kiddos) requested by Connversin!

Ebony and Sakura(?)'s faces (the two above Lion) didn't turn out the way that I wanted to look, but overall with my record, not bad for something I drew under three hours. lol

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Bucky: I fell— Steve: From heaven? Bucky: No, I literally fell— Steve: In love with me the moment you saw me? Bucky: MY ARM IS BROKEN GONE! Steve: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

[moonknightblog]

If we need more proof that Jake isn’t evil it’s when Marc was knocked out in Egypt and came to, while stabbing a guy, the only person left was a kid, both Jake and Marc (and Steven) won’t kill a kid/teen… Jake probably just believes in what Khonshu is doing, while the others do not…

[yuzhoubeisi030]

Happy Birthday Steven！！！

[elleniemae]

Me laying in bed at 12 am trying to sleep:

My brain out of nowhere: …draw your favorite Marvel characters but as kids

Me, wide awake now: Guess I gotta ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway here’s Loki, Bucky (and Steve ig), Peter Parker, and Marc Spector (/Steven Grant) They’re my boysssss

[writeraid]

Most ppl, when making a fandom OC that's any precent a self insert: I'm going to make them date my favorite/comfort character!

Me, when making a fandom OC that's any precent a self insert: I'm going to make my favorite/comfort character be their dad/brother figure whether it makes sense for the character or not!

[atlasscrumpit]

How would a platonic yan MK system react to their adoptive kid’s sanity slipping from all the punishments?

Learning Limits

"Something has changed." Steven muttered as he watched you while you watched TV.

Lately you'd become emotionless and numb, Steven was worried.

"Baby? Is everything okay?" Steven asked as he sat beside you and you moved away a little.

"Love, tell me what's wrong." He whispered as you looked up at him in fear.

"I'm sorry, I'm okay." You whispered on the verge of tears.

"Why are you crying, love?" He whispered, placing his hand on your knee making you flinch.

"I don't want you to hurt me." You whispered as tears fell from your face.

"I'm trying to be good, I'm sorry." You cried out as you began to sob, Steven was starting to panic.

"Oh, sweetheart. It's okay, you're a good girl. Sometimes you just get a bit out of hand and Jake and Marc want to make sure you learn what's right and wrong." He said as you crawled away from him.

"No!" You screamed as Steven looked at you in shock.

"Don't touch me." You cried out as he looked at you sadly.

Suddenly Marc took over.

"Love, what did we say about shouting? I know you're frustrated but you don't need to raise your voice." Marc said as you stood up and backed away.

"No, I won't let you hurt me. My friend will hurt you!" You screamed at him as Marc looked at you in confusion.

"What do you mean?" He asked standing up as you glared at him.

You pointed to a wall.

"He said he would kill you if you hurt me again!" You shouted as Marc suddenly had a realisation.

"Oh god." He whispered, feeling a bout of guilt.

Steve spoke up.

"It's like whta you did when you... When your mother would..." Steven whispered as Marc just stood still with wide eyes.

"Oh god, baby. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Marc said rushing forward as you backed against the wall.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. I was just trying to protect you but, I became the monster. Fuck." Marc whispered as he fell to his knee about a metre away from you.

"Baby, I'm sorry. No more punishments, okay? Your friend doesn't need to hurt anyone. Why don't you introduce us?" Marc whispered with a unsure smile on his face

You looked at him as your tears slowed.

"His name is Ben." You muttered as Marc nodded.

He wanted to cry and curl up in a ball thinking about how he'd treated you.

But, right now you needed him and he needed to show you he could be soft with you.

"Is he friendly?" Marc asked as you nodded a little.

"Unless I'm in danger." You muttered making Marc nod.

He continued to ask you questions and saw you were begining to relax.

"Tell Ben he doesn't need to worry about us hurting you anymore, okay? No more punishments, baby. I promise, and if I do tell Ben to protect you." Marc said as you nodded, you cautiously stepped forward and hugged him.

"I love you so much, baby. And I'm so sorry."

[its-your-girl-geekerella]

Ok, so, I'm not someone who thinks that every original musical movie should have a stage production. For instance, while I love Pitch Perfect and Wonka, I don't think we need a stage adaptation of either.

HOWEVER.

Y'ALL.

Netflix's A Week Away must become a staged musical.

Who will join me?

[official-mr-knight]

-a kid was just walking down the streets until he tripped over a rock-

Ow!...

-he made a tiny of bruise on his left knee, slowly starts tearing down and sobbing-

.. M.. Mgh...

Oh!.. Oh god..

-goes near him-

Are you alright, lad???.. Are you okay?.. Oh god.. That's a bad bruise you got there...

-slowly crouches down infront of him-

[huitzilinthebudgie3]

Does my Daddy love me ?

This tiktok but as (Para ti papa og canon time-line) Marc and Y/n .

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT82hXPcu/

*Marc Recoarding kid!y/n being cute with the halloween decorations for steven and jake to watch eventually*

*Khonshu has spawned in*

Kid!Y/n : *to khonshu* Does my Daddy love me?

Khonshu : My Reply is no

Kid! Y/n: oh

Marc :...

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[soulreader05]

✩ ✨𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶 𝒟𝓊𝓂𝓅 ✨✩ 𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞 𝕭𝖔𝖜𝖑🍬

This is a crack fic, I did this for sh*t’s and giggles cause I’m bored.

All of these kids are Oscar Isaac Characters adopted children.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ : these are kids who are trauma dumping, there some stuff that will be said that could probably triggering for some readers, so please read this at your own risk. Know that you’re loved and cared for.

Jamie Alvarez : “Hi, my name is Jamie, and one time my alcoholic mother told me I was born as a mistake and that I’m reason my brother unalived himself. I brought a pack of gushers.”

*Dumps the candy into the bowl, you can hear a voice in the background say ‘holy shit’ and someone letting out a snort.*

Ebele Tavarez : “Hello, my name is Ebele, I still haven’t figured out if my birth parents really loved me or not and I still keep thinking that the older girls in orphanage who bullied me were right about that nobody will ever really want me. I brought sour patch kids.”

*Ebele lets out sorrowful chuckle as they dump their candy into the ball while Jamie pats their back lightly for moral support.*

𝐇𝐢𝐛𝐚 & 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐛𝐚 : “We’re Hiba and Sheba and we spent most of our childhood as literal slaves to bunch of shitty men because that’s simply our curse as Djinns…oh and our mother is dead. We brought airhead bites.”

Antonio : *Can’t hold his laughter* “My name is…I’m sorry…Let me calm down. Okay. I’m Tony, and one time, when I was thirteen, my step-dad threatened to unalive me, saying that if I keep acting like a skippy queer, he’s gonna make sure I die like my mother…my mum died in a car accident…I was with her. I brought war heads.”

*You hear Jamie’s voice in the background whispering loudly ‘What the fxck’ and one of the other kids trying to hold back their laughter.*

Romeo Tell : “I’m Romeo…I get physically and sexually harassed every day at school…and not just by classmates. I brought jolly ranchers.”

*You could hear the twins wheezing in the background and Antonio saying ‘damn.’*

Yuka : “My name is Yuka…Growing up in a hidden base, raised to be a weapon, meant I had to go through heavy intense training, one of my trainers pushed me so hard that it triggered something in me..so I snapped his neck…I brought airheads.”

*Almost everyone in the room is quiet as Yuka dumps their candy into the trauma bowl.*

Bambi Jackson : “Hi, I’m Bambi, and before I met Jack, I was in a wilderness therapy camp and one of the camp counselor tried to molest me because they wanted to know if I was a real boy or not. I brought fruit roll-up’s.”

*You could hear Romeo and Antonio saying ‘Trans Solidarity, brother.’ in the background.*

Augustus : “My name is Gus…my mum is a crazy crocodile goddess that wanted to kill every human who could possibly be bad on earth…I brought oranges.”

*Every kid bursted out laughing and you can hear the twins in the background trying to explain to Gus that oranges aren’t candy.*

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Tags : @ominoose @hoedamn-eron @sillymarillly @ladywynne @minigirl87 @iolaussharpe-24

I apologize to you all for what you will read but in my defense, I was bored and left unsupervised.

P.S. I couldn’t add Daisy in this because she would say something very explicit that would be very hard to explain to Gus, who’s only ten years old, it’s bad enough that Yuka was there, not say that Yuka is all bad, she’s just very blunt.

[theroamingtrashcan]

Laying here trying to sleep, thinking about how I headcanon Moon Knight sleeps and how the only person who really knows this would be Layla.

Steven tosses and turns and has vivid dreams that leave him mumbling nonsense. He’s the worst of the three to share a bed with as his flopping around can make the bed move quite a bit. It’s really hard for Steven to fall into a deep sleep, especially after the events in Cairo. Layla tries to encourage him to drink calming tea or take melatonin before bed, and he usually listens. It helps, sometimes.

Jake’s sleeping puzzles Layla. He tends to find a comfortable position, then never leaves it. Not that he is getting better sleep than Steven, at the drop of a hat he’s awake and ready to defend him and Layla. When he is sleeping, he’s as stiff as a board. No tossing, no turning, just tense and unmoving.

Marc is the most sound sleeper of the bunch. Curled in the fetal position, Layla thinks he’s rather cute when asleep. Sometimes though he will wake Layla with shouting, as nightmares plague his unconscious brain. Like Steven this only got worse after Cairo. She grew used to this forever ago, and just gently holds him until peaceful sleep is able to find him once more.

[shewolfofficial]

Marvel Studios has apparently made some movements on Moon Knight s2!!!

this might be just rumors made though

source: https://thecosmiccircus.com/discord-qa-alex-perez-marvel-studios-augustpart2/