#like ive almost always got a lie ready

[symbioticsimplicity]

Does....does anyone else ever just like... lie out of expectation?

To clarify I mean this to say, when people ask you what you're doing or something, and you answer honestly but strangely and they very visibly don't believe you... do you ever just lie the next time to say something closer to what you know they expect?

Like. Because the truth sounds so strange for a "normal" person to say, people insist that you must have alternative motives??? And that you're just bad at lying??? So then the next time you DO lie and they accept that way easier than the truth so you get into the habit of lying about stupid inconsequential things so much you forget you're even supposed to be telling the truth???

[woso-dreamzzz]

Hurt IV

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Morsa gets hurt

You're sitting in the stands when it happens.

Momma's still not back in the squad so you're not sitting on the bench. You enjoy sitting on the bench more than sitting in the stands but at least you get to eat hotdogs in the stands so that's a win.

You're munching away when Morsa goes down. You stop chewing to stand up properly so you can see and you will Morsa to get back up.

She doesn't.

She just kind of rolls around on the ground clutching at her foot.

"What's wrong with Morsa?" You ask as if Momma would just know.

"It's okay," Momma says though her tight smile says she doesn't quite believe herself," Morsa's being a bit dramatic. She'll get back up, you'll see."

Only Morsa doesn't get back up.

She has to be helped off and you see a stretcher being prepared.

Momma takes your hand and walks you over to the barrier.

"Sam!" She calls out to Scottish Sam," Sam!"

Sam turns, getting up from the bench. She takes you as you're lifted over the barrier.

"Look after her, okay?" Momma hands her your bag. "I'll grab her in a bit."

"Go," Sam says," I've got her."

You're still in Sam's arms as you watch Momma sprint the opposite direction, to where Morsa's being loaded up onto a stretcher. She's crying and you kind of feel like crying too.

"Magda's strong," Sam says as she takes her seat back on the bench," She'll be okay."

"Morsa's crying," You reply bluntly," Don't lie. I'm not stupid."

Sam winces a little but you pay no attention because you stand up to see if you can catch a glimpse of Momma and Morsa. The stretcher is moving away now and they're holding hands.

You're glad that Morsa has Momma to look after her until you get there.

"Hey." Sam taps your leg. "Let's sit down, huh? You could fall."

You grunt in frustration but do as she says. You've no interest in the match anymore and grow a bit restless. You keep turning your head around, hoping to see Momma and Morsa returning but they never do.

Sam rummages through your bag to find something to entertain you.

"What is this?" She asks," A fancy straw? It's kind of big."

"That's my epipen," You say and Sam immediately drops it into your bag like it's burned her," Because Australian Sam gave me bad kiwi and I almost died. Momma makes sure I always have it."

Scottish Sam laughs uncomfortably. "Well...I'll make sure not to give you kiwi then."

"Or banana or avocado because those can kill me too." You think for a moment as your stomach rolls. "Is my Morsa dying?" Your bottom lip trembles. "Is that why she's not back yet?"

"No!" Sam says quickly, shaking her head firmly," She's just talking to the medics. They're very chatty. That's why they're taking so long."

You accept that Morsa's not dying but not really that the medics are chatty. You keep looking behind you all the way up until halftime.

Sam takes you back to the changing room but you dig your heels in all the way because you don't want Momma and Morsa to go back onto the pitch and not know where you've gone.

This whole situation is very worrying and you sullenly take refuge in Morsa's cubby because it's nice and small and smells just like her.

"Lea?" You ask as the woman mooches around nearby," When are my mummies coming back?"

She winces a little. "Sorry, kid," She says," I'm not too sure. Soon, though. It'll be soon."

You sigh a big sigh and huff, reaching out for Lea's hand as she gets ready to go back out. "Is my Morsa going to be okay?"

She winces again and pats you on the head. "She'll be just fine. She'll be back on her feet very soon."

In the second half, Sam has to go on so she hands you straight over to Sarah who has the unenviable job of watching you have a complete and utter breakdown.

You've decided that it's been too long, that Momma and Morsa have been away too long for Morsa to be just fine like the girls are telling you. You curl up into a little ball in your seat and sob.

Sarah looks like she's about to cry too as she wildly looks to the other girls on the bench for help before deciding that the best thing to do would be to pick you up.

It's pretty hard on her part because you won't uncurl from your protective ball and she kind of has to pace around with a little girl whose not willing to give her even an inch of help in it.

"Hey."

You stop crying when you hear Momma speak.

She's standing by the barrier.

"I can take her now," Momma says to Sarah," I'll take her back to see Magda."

"It's fine," Sarah lies," We've got everything under control."

"I'll take her," Momma insists," Magda's been asking for her."

"Oh, thank god," Sarah breathes out before holding you out for Momma to take along with your bag.

"Is Morsa okay?" You sniffle as Momma begins to walk back to where she disappeared too.

"She will be," Momma says," She's a little sad right now and she needs some Princesse cuddles to make her feel better. And I think some Morsa cuddles will make you feel better too."

You nod.

Morsa's still sitting on the stretcher when you arrive. She's not crying anymore but you can see where the tears use to be.

Momma settles you by Morsa's side and you look down to see her bandaged foot.

"What happened?"

"I hurt my foot," Morsa says. She crowds you into her space with a hand between your shoulders, allowing you to curl up properly against her as she rests her chin on the top of your head.

"Is it really bad?"

"I have to have surgery soon," Morsa says," But it'll be very quick."

You think for a moment before nodding, making sure to hug Morsa nice and tight so she knows that you're here for her.

"It'll be okay," You say," Because me and Momma are going to look after you."

[lexithwrites]

we need more (nsfw?) prongsfoot

yes thank you ive been hoping someone brings up prongsfoot okay:

i feel like their relationship will almost always start as them experimenting for the first time at like 15/16 with the same gender, james is curious and sirius is curious and they trust each other so why not? then they just,,,cant stop kissing? like effie knocks on the door telling them dinner is ready and thats what breaks them apart and its something they dont talk about for a few years, then they're roommates in uni and they're going to parties and meeting people and sirius is a bit more sure of his sexuality, he's always been super confident, whilst james sticks with girls as he's a bit shyer around guys (plus he has a crush on sirius and only wants to kiss sirius) and then at one point they do seven minutes in heaven and they're in a closet together and sirius is like its just a game jamie no harm in a kiss and once again, they're making out, but this time they're more experianced and know what they like so james is having his neck kissed, sirius is having his hair tugged, and then they're interrupted and its just frustration at that point. i feel like they have an awkward night where they're both home and in their beds and just thinking about the other one and the super romantic thing happens where they both get up to knock on the others door and meet in the hallway and its just KISS. they 100% have sex, idk how far they go but its the most intimate theyve felt with anyone and its intense.

nsfw warning for this part:

they try and discuss mid make out what they'd prefer to do and since james has never bottomed in his life and sirius has a couple times they decide that way is the easiest, and then sirius is blowing james and hes in pure heaven its because its sirius that its the best because he loves him and also sirius is great at sucking dick, and then james tries to do it and sirius guides him so sweetly but then james gets into it and gags and drools and sirius is like 'oh i can ruin this man' and then sirius is fingering himself for james and turns out he's been doing that frequently so james is lying back on the bed, sirius on top of him, watching him open himself up and just wondering how tf they got here but then sirius is sitting on his cock and he shuts up. sirius is that kinda dick rider that grabs the headboard or someones hands and just goes for it rodeo style, james is moaning so loud too and its turning sirius on even more because wtf he's so vocal this never happens, and james is like steaming up his fucking glasses, then james is flipping them over and fucking into sirius properly and now sirius is the loud one, its just messy and fun and they're laughing but panting and tugging at each other's hair and skin and its HOT and the cum right after the other before james rolls onto his back and they both just lie there sweaty and satisfied and sirius lights up a cigarette and they share it before actually turning over and talking about wtf happened and sirius admits that he's always fancied james and james admits he fancies him too and they're kinda like well,,,maybe this could be a regular thing and then sex turns into dates then sex and then eventually they're just holding hands all the time and calling each other boyfriend AHH I LOVE THEM

[steddieas-shegoes]

Read Supportive Uncle Wayne Series Part 1 first :)

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Eddie and Steve slept for hours, while Wayne sat waiting. He kept a few crossword puzzles by his designated chair for the times he sat with Eddie, but this time, he couldn’t focus on anything but the way Steve and Eddie kept moving closer to each other in small ways in their sleep.

He’d considered waking Steve up a few times just so he didn’t have to watch his back and neck bend at such an impossible angle.

But god, he was resting.

Wayne wasn’t interrupting any sleep that boy got.

But he watched them both curl into each other incrementally, barely moving, yet always closer together every time Wayne looked at them.

Steve’s face was almost completely buried against Eddie’s “good” hip. If you asked Wayne, he didn’t have a good hip, he just had less stitches on one side.

Eddie’s right hand was placed in Steve’s on the bed, and his left hand was holding onto Steve’s hair for dear life. Like if he let go, Steve would disappear entirely.

From what Wayne knew of Steve so far, he wouldn’t be going anywhere unless he was physically forced.

Eddie’s body was relaxed, the drugs constantly flowing through the IV probably keeping him from experiencing any major pain. He had more stitches in his body than a sweater, and Wayne had no idea how he would heal physically or mentally from any of what happened.

But Wayne was honestly more worried for Steve.

Steve, the boy who had been exhausted since he was a small child, the boy who had refused medical care to make sure Eddie wasn’t alone or scared, the boy always secretly ready to let someone down.

He knew Richard Harrington. He knew how much of a showboat he was, how he never did anything unless it benefitted him personally or led to financial gain. Wayne even remembered shortly after Steve was born, he took an ad in the newspaper for a nanny who was willing to work ‘most days of the week and some nights, minimum wage, cooking and cleaning expected.’ Within a week, Richard and his wife Anne, were gone more than they were home.

Wayne wasn’t much for socializing or he probably would have caught Steve out and about with the nanny often. God knows Richard and Anne weren’t going to run errands.

But looking at the young adult in front of him, he had to think maybe it was a good thing Richard didn’t dig his claws in too deep. He knew if he had, Eddie would have been sitting alone right now, and Steve would be at some Ivy League college becoming something he didn’t even realize he didn’t want until it was too late.

Eddie visibly tensed, his body suddenly going rigid.

Steve was awake and fretting over Eddie before Wayne could even stand up from his chair.

“What hurts? Is it your side? I was hurting you wasn’t I? I’m sorry, Eds, really. I didn’t…”

“Steve. Please shut up. I wanted you there.”

Wayne noticed when Eddie spoke, his voice was raspy from disuse. He was still tense, but he was forcing a smile for Steve’s sake.

Wayne wasn’t having that. No matter how much Steve cared about Eddie, and Eddie cared about Steve, he wasn’t about to let either of them lie about their health.

“I’ll go get the nurse.”

Steve and Eddie both turned to look at Wayne when he spoke, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Oh, didn’t know you were here.”

Eddie was still forcing a smile, but now it was pointed at Wayne like he wouldn’t see how fake it was.

Like he didn’t know all of Eddie’s tells since he was 13 and trying to hide how scared he was about living with him.

Wayne didn’t respond, just left the room to grab Janet, who sat alone at the nurse’s station during calmer periods in the chaos.

He hurried back in while she got the doctor on staff to see that Steve was helping Eddie adjust himself a bit in bed.

“Damn bats, Jesus Christ!”

Eddie let out a loud yelp and Steve froze.

“What was that?”

“What wasn’t it at this point?”

Eddie was breathing heavily, and his heart monitor started beeping more frantically.

“Son, you need to sit still until the doctor gets in here.”

Wayne wasn’t about to watch him hurt himself more and it didn’t seem like Steve knew how to make it better or stop him on his own.

“My side hurts like this.”

“I think your side will hurt any which way you try to be.”

Steve placed a hand on Eddie’s cheek, gently turning his face so he was looking at only Steve.

“You can be still for a minute, right? For me?”

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

“Yeah.”

Wayne’s jaw was practically on the floor.

He’d been in charge of Eddie for 7 years and had never once been able to get him to listen the first time. Not a single time.

Before he could say anything, the doctor came in, followed by a handful of nurses, including Janet.

Janet sent him a smile, but hurried over to stand next to the doctor at Eddie’s bed.

“Well, Mr. Munson. You sure are lucky.”

“I’ll feel a lot luckier when I’m not in pain.”

“Where does it hurt?”

Eddie glared at the doctor. Steve glared at Eddie.

“Mostly my side. My chest hurts a little and my left hip and leg are sore.”

“Your left side is in pretty rough shape. You’ve got about 298 stitches holding you together.” The doctor checked his pupils and his heart rate before continuing. “Go ahead and start another morphine drip, same dose as before.”

The doctor turned to Wayne.

“He’s probably going to sleep the next dose off over the next 24 hours, so you can head home. We’ll call if he wakes up earlier.”

The doctor turned to Steve, deep frown on his face.

“You, too. He needs rest.”

Steve was refusing to make eye contact with anyone at this point and Wayne was almost certain he knew why.

Steve’s father wasn’t known for being a particularly kind or loving man. One wouldn’t have to think too hard to come to the conclusion that he was harder on his son than anyone else. The doctor was speaking to him in a way that would have made Wayne’s hackles rise for Eddie, and they did for Steve too.

“I think Steve should stay.”

Wayne wasn’t going to let either of his boys go without each other if it meant they’d get some sleep.

“We do recommend that Eddie have very limited visitors.”

“If I may,” Janet spoke up. “Steve’s been here the entire time and it hasn’t affected Eddie’s sleeping. We can’t be everywhere all the time so it would be nice for someone to stay with him and come get us if he wakes up again.”

The doctor gritted his teeth together but gave a single nod before exiting the room. Most of the nurses followed behind while Janet made herself busy playing with the buttons on Eddie’s IV pole.

“Thanks Janet. What’s that doctor’s problem?” Wayne asked as he made his way to the bed.

“He came in while you were downstairs and saw the um, sleeping arrangement. He wasn’t too fond of you seeming so close.”

“We can be more careful,” Eddie mumbled, body slowly relaxing into the bed.

“Or he can just deal with it,” Janet shrugged.

She sent a wink to Steve, then turned to Wayne.

“He should be feeling a lot better now. Right Eddie?”

“This is way better than the stuff I have.”

Wayne shook his head, but couldn’t help but smile at his nephew’s antics.

“I won’t ask questions I don’t want the answer to,” Janet said as she walked out of the room. She turned to wave and then closed the door to give them all some privacy.

Wayne looked down at Eddie.

He was so pale. He’d lost so much weight in the last week, and he barely had any to give to begin with. His hair was dirty and greasy, and despite Steve and Janet giving his face and arms a wipe down, he still had dirt under his nails.

Wayne didn’t know the details of what happened. They said it was earthquake related, but he knew better. He knew if this was just an earthquake, Steve wouldn’t have stood guard by his bed for days on end.

He was just glad Eddie was alive and awake.

He placed a hand on his right shoulder.

“I’m glad to hear your voice, kiddo.”

Eddie’s eyes were glassy and his smile was much brighter than before when he responded.

“Glad you hear my voice, too. Have you met Steve? He’s my boyfriend. Or maybe not? I want him to be though. Do you think he likes me?”

Wayne looked over at a bright red Steve, then smiled down at Eddie.

“I think he likes you a lot, kid. You get some rest. Steve will still be here when you wake up, alright?”

“You too?”

“Sure.”

So Wayne stayed, and Steve stayed. Wayne watched them both as Eddie slept.

Steve didn’t fall back asleep. He looked like he needed to, but any time his eyes started to slip shut, he shook his head and widened his eyes trying to fight it.

“Steve?”

“Yes, sir?”

Wayne watched as Steve’s body curled in on itself defensively.

“None of that. You can call me Wayne.” When Steve nodded, Wayne continued. “Whoever you are to Eddie, I hope you know you’ve got me, okay? I know Eddie must like ya a whole lot for him to say any of what he did regardless of the drugs in his system. And you must like him a whole lot to not leave his side this long. But you gotta get some rest, son.”

“I take naps in the chair sometimes.”

“A nap ain’t rest. Especially not if you’ve been through war.”

“I…”

“You don’t have to tell me. I’m sure I shouldn’t know. But I been there. And I’m not lettin’ ya suffer the way I did when I came home.”

Steve’s eyes were watering and Wayne knew if he watched this boy cry, he’d be done for.

So when Steve’s first tear fell, Wayne got up and joined Steve on the other side of the bed, pulling him out of the chair and into his arms.

Steve was injured, and hadn’t had proper medical attention or pain medication, but he ignored it to fall apart in Wayne’s arms.

“That’s alright now. Let it out, son. Let it out.”

Wayne felt a tear fall down his own cheek. He couldn’t have possibly predicted this moment, but he knew he was meant to be in it.

He was meant to be here with Steve, providing something the boy needed for a long, long time.

He was meant to be someone for Steve the same way he was meant to be someone for Eddie.

[sunnynwanda]

Hello! I Absolutely ADORE your writing. Could you please write on my idea if you like it? Just your everyday hero and villain, and their relationship.

They both used to fight nail and tooth, ready to murder eachother, well versed in what would maim their so called enemy. Then would also take the other in their arms as gently as possible and heal them anytime they're hurt, physically or mentally.

Until villain dissapears. When the hero finds them painstakingly after months, they're in their weakest state, just living by on medecine they're about to run out and vitamins instead of food

Turns out, supervillain was going to attack and maim the hero as part of their plan, but the villain stopped them, and willingly took the attack for their darling hero.

Villain has a new complex now "I cant feel pain or hunger anymore" they say as they walk on broken glass in front of their hero, who wishes for nothing else but to hold them against their chest and not let go until They get their lover back

Dream

Warnings: injuries, medication use, self-isolation, mentions of death, angst with happy ending?

It's been months since Villain has seen the light of day. They couldn't leave the house because there were too many stairs on the porch - six, to be precise. After trying for a month and not getting past the third without collapsing, they gave up on the idea. They couldn't open the curtains because sunlight hurt them, burning their retina with a pain they never imagined could come from something they loved so much.

They couldn't walk around the house either. It would usually take three breaks to get to the kitchen and pour water into a glass to take a handful of painkillers and vitamins - the only thing keeping them alive. Both their forearms were covered in punctures from the catheters they used to get IV fluids. Their medical skills had kept both them and Hero alive more than on one occasion, but now it was their lifeline.

At first, they retained hope that it would get better. One day, they could walk to the kitchen without breaks. One day, they'd be able to lift a hand high enough to reach the top cabinets and the duvet on their bed wouldn't feel as heavy. One day, they would walk out of the house.

One day.

They gave up on the thought, the dream, five months into their miserable existence. They had tried to cut their hair that day, but the scissors were stuck with rust. Or so they told themself. Villain threw them out of the bathroom and broke the window on the door. They've been walking on shattered glass ever since, too weak to pick it up.

Villain spent most days on the armchair near the fireplace. They couldn't light it, but the spot was optimal to minimise the distance to the kitchen, bathroom and their bed. Not that they slept much, their mind being too busy to rest - yet too tired to think clearly. That was the worst part of Villain's new reality. Their mind was as sound and sharp as ever, but their body had failed them.

They thought of Hero when it got especially rough. The most unbearable moments would become tolerable when they replayed their memories. Hero always said they had a vivid imagination, and for that, Villain was grateful. They could almost hear Hero's laugh ringing in their ears; could almost see the dimple on their cheeks when they grinned brightly. They could still remember every speck around Hero's irises, every freckle on their nose, every... everything.

They could remember everything about Hero. The way their arms would wrap around Villain when they were injured or feeling down because nothing seemed to work out. The way their body felt in Villain's arms. The way their voice shook violently that one time Villain hid a wound and ended up on their deathbed.

If they tried hard enough, they could almost feel Hero's hands brushing their hair away from their face, their touch feather-light and so so gentle. Sometimes, they would lie face down on their pillows, pretending it was Hero's chest. Their frenzied mind would delude them into thinking they could feel Hero's heartbeat under their ear, and that was enough. It was enough to know that Hero was smiling, laughing, breathing. That Hero was alive.

Alive.

That word alone was worth any and every way Villain's body was broken and maimed. Every second of aching and despair was worth it because Hero was their greatest pain. Their greatest weakness. Their everything.

It wasn't much of a choice. The moment Villain saw the ray gun in Supervillain's hands, aimed at Hero - their Hero - they knew what they had to do. Hero couldn't even see them, busy fighting off a distraction set up by Supervillain. Villain didn't have time to think, though there was no need for that either. In a matter of seconds, they were in front of Supervillain, the gun barrel pressed to the middle of their chest and their knife sinking into Supervillain's heart. Another instance that had them thankful for their medical background. Supervillain fired, the heat ray sinking into Villain's chest and spreading all over their being, crushing every bone, constricting every muscle. Villain didn't care. It was the last thing Supervillain would do, and that was what mattered to them. Hero was safe.

They held on pure adrenaline for another thirty minutes - enough to get into their car and get to the one location Hero didn't know about. The house they bought with one purpose in mind - retiring from their respective jobs and simply living. Deep in the woods, away from the personas they had adopted for god knows what reasons. Villain couldn't remember anymore.

But the house meant for happiness became their prison. The cage that kept the broken creature after the circus left. They regretted it in moments of weakness. Not their sacrifice. God no. They would never regret saving Hero.

They regretted disappearing. Remorse was eating them alive every time they heard on the news that Hero was searching for them. They would repent at night, begging for forgiveness, but come morning, one look in the mirror would solidify their determination to stay behind. Villain knew Hero would never abandon them. But that was what scared them the most. Being a responsibility. Being a burden. Being Hero's cross to bear.

During moments like that, death didn't seem such a bad option. Quite frankly, Villain had no idea why they insisted on living. It shouldn't have been so hard in their current state. But a stupid, defiant part of them still held out hope. Or maybe they were too much of a coward to do it by their own arms.

When the door creaks open, Villain can't even be bothered to get up from their seat. Instead, they turn their head, patiently waiting for whoever had discovered them to come and end their suffering once and for all. When Hero appears in the doorway, walking carefully to avoid any potential booby traps, Villain jumps up from their seat. They don't even know where they got the strength from.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's the only thought going through their mind, feverish with denial and hope. Excruciating, shattering hope that's ripping their lungs apart, making them choke on their own blood, bringing them to their knees before they can even process that they are collapsing. Hero is next to them in seconds, cradling their head with anguished desperation.

"Baby..." They whisper hoarsely, tears streaming down their face, but Villain pushes them away, scrambling to their feet. Hero rushes after them, catching them in time when their knees buckle under them. "Wait, hold on!"

"NO!" Villain doesn't recognise their own voice, panic filling their eyes when Hero's strong arms wrap around their frail body. Hero shudders at the feel of Villain's small form under their touch. "No..."

"Villain, stop!" Hero snaps, watching in horror when their bare feet step on broken glass. It's already covered in dry blood, and Hero can only guess how long they've been taking this path, tearing the skin of their feet apart.

Villain shakes their head, determination colouring their features again. "Kill me. I can't feel pain," Villain pleads, their voice sounding bone-weary, "or hunger, or thirst, or... Please, just end me. I can't... I can't feel anything anymore."

Hero doesn't respond, picking them up in a smooth movement and holding them against their painfully heaving chest. "Shh, I've got you." They press their forehead to Villain's, speaking in a low, soothing voice. "I've got you, baby."

They carry Villain back into the living room, lowering themself on the couch, keeping Villain cradled in their lap as they cup Villain's jaw, pressing desperate, tearful kisses all over their face. "I've found you, baby. I'm not letting go of you ever again."

When soft sobs start raking through Villain's tiny body, Hero hugs them closer to their chest, burying their face in Villain's overgrown hair and kissing their head, temples and face until Villain falls asleep in their arms. Only then does Hero pick them up again, carrying them to the car and driving to the city at an ungodly speed to get to a hospital.

Villain doesn't wake up until hours later, when the doctors have taken care of their injuries and reassured Hero that recovery - albeit a slow one - was achievable. When Villain peels their eyes open, it takes them a moment to adjust to the sunlight shining through the open window.

Hero notices Villain stirring immediately, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, still not letting go of their hand. They bring it to their mouth, pressing a tender kiss to their lover's knuckles. "I'm here, baby."

Villain cannot find it in them to respond. They close their eyes, letting out a soft exhale of relief, unable to process that Hero was not another one of their delusions. This was real.

That "One day" they'd been waiting for.

The dream.

A/N: Hi, darling! Took me long enough, I know :') Thank you for this idea and for reading my stories! <3 It took me some time to wrap my head around this idea, it had been simmering in the back of my mind for some time now and I'm glad to have it out for all of you. I hope you enjoy reading this, even though I might have deviated a bit. Love, Sunny xo

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[macsimagines]

Ahhh you write for them wonderfully? You’ve gone above and beyond my expectations and I appreciate all you’ve done ♡

I hope that you’re not too busy and that I’m not pestering you too much; may i request the same Yan! Shin/Izana/Ran trio stalking their darling throughout the city on their day off? Like them following and observing as their s/o runs errands, goes to appointments, etc?

Thank you for the love and thank you for your patience with me. Ive really enjoyed writing your requests

Yandere!Shinichiro

Was devastated when you told him he couldn't go with you. "My bad Boo, but you're too distracting and I really need to get these errands done today."

He took such great offense to that. What's so distracting about constantly having a hand on your ass and his tongue in your mouth- ok. Maybe he can be a smidge attention diverting...

But its ok! He can still be with you, just in a far off corner where you can't see him. Its almost nostalgic, it's just like back in high school before you two were dating.

Loves the way you're doing your errands though. Look at his baby go, being all domestic at the grocery store. Takes pictures on his phone because its just too cute the way you read all the store labels.

You end up catching him in the frozen foods section. "Hey there, sweet thang... Come here often?" Cheesy pick up lines and his stalking aside, at least he's cute right?

Yandere!Izana

What in the hell? You chew his ear off about how you never get to spend time together and how he always blows you off and now that he finally has a day set aside for you, you can't even spare him a second?

"Sorry baby, I've got a really important appointment today and I can't miss it." "Are you shittin' me? An appointment for what?" "....hair."

You must think you're real slick if you honestly believe that he'll fall for a lie like that. He knew this was gong to happen. Obviously you're planning on leaving him.

Like he'll let you walk away, its his own fault, as if you can leave him alive, he should've paid more attention to you, you're not going anywhere but in a fucking body bag, please don't go.

He follows you, he wants to catch you in the act. Did you meet someone new? Are you trying to just dip out of town while his guard is down?

Izana does catch you. At an appointment. At a maternity clinic. So you did lie, but this is a whole other monster than what he was ready for. Could this mean...

Waits outside for an hour and can't even enjoy the shocked look on your face. All he wants are answers.

"Well, Y/N?" With shaky hands and tears in your eyes you hand him a picture of an ultrasound. He can barely make out the tiny blob in the photo but suddenly he knows why you were so moody and trying to blow him off.

"I'm sor-!" Izana isn't one for PDA, but before you can get even a single apology out he's embracing you in a tight hug. This is the best possible outcome.

Yandere!Ran

Well ain't this a bitch? He wakes up at the crack of dawn, 12pm, and you've already left the apartment? Only leaving a note; Enjoy your day off baby! Running errands, be back 2nite!

Bullshit! He took the day off for you, and to sleep like the dead, but mostly for you! Ran had actually planned to take you out shopping then drop by that nice restaurant you like so much for dinner.

This will not stand. Using the app he had installed on your phone, he bought it and pays the bill he can put whatever he wants on it, he tracks your location all the way to the market.

He's going to surprise you and drag you home. You can't just take off like that. Who is he supposed to spoon when you're gone? His pillow? Pathetic.

But then he sees you. So cute in your skirt and sweater, holding a basket of all that fresh produce he knows use when you make him his food. You take such good care of him.

Ran really does want to be mad but how can he when you're just an angel....

When he finally confronts you he does try hard to front like he's mad. "You could've woken me up..." he pouts. You just pat him on the head. "Big baby. Want to help me pick out some fruit? I'm thinking of making a parfait for dessert?"

[insertyourselfhere]

Body Swap Part 3

AN: Sorry for taking so damn long, there's a bit of a gap here in the story as it doesn't follow their whole journey, just because its almost filler like if I want to later ill do some in-between bits as one shots but I know we want to actually see Gwen and Y/N Interacting so I'm trying to get us to that point which I did! Also the timing in this fic from ITSV and ATSV are off but meh.

Description: It was starting to get tedious now, it had been a few months at least of you swapping with Gwen, being able to talk to her in your mind and nothing else developing. You and Gwen had tried on a number of occasions to work out what your existential crisis was that was stopping you both from moving on with your lives. Gwen had told you her tragic story and you had told her yours, about your parents, your uncle, even your Aunt was involved trying to help both of you out. It was hard to admit at first but you had grown some sort of feelings towards the girl, its hard not too when she’s in your head almost all the time. Thankfully you hadn’t thought that out loud to her just yet but there had been a couple times that you were almost caught slipping. You’ve had to lie a few times saying its about a girl in your dimension but played it off and changed the subject. Everything was continuing like normal, or so you thought.

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It was the day before you guys swapped bodies on your usual rotation, you laid in bed ready for the next day to come when you swapped over with Gwen. You reflected a little about what you and Gwen had been talking about, what has happened over the last few months and there were no changes. You rolled onto your back staring at your ceiling.

‘Can’t sleep?’ You heard in the back of your mind, seems like you weren’t the only one.

‘Not really I’m just confused’

‘Same’ She said softly.

‘Okay well how about this, lets kill the time, I know all about the tragic backstory that is Gwen Stacy and I know I’ve lived as you as well but in your own words tell me about you. What makes you tick, what are your favorite things to do’

(A/N: This might get a little OC here cause Ive never read any of the Gwen Stacy comics so I don’t know much about actual Gwen so this will be just from what I think she would like)

‘Okay sure lets do that! At a super young age I did gymnastics, dad taught me and got me involved when I was 4, I also was heavily involved in ballet too. I always wanted to be a ballerina when I was growing up but who didn’t at such a young age’

‘I still want to be a ballerina those moves you can pull off are out of this world’ You said and you heard her chuckle.

‘I guess it goes with my fighting style though I would love to teach you one day’ She said, you smiled at those words hoping they would come true.

‘Please do, if that means I get to actually see you and not me you, you get me?’ She laughed again and you wouldn’t get sick of hearing that ever.

‘So because I started growing up, managed to get some teen angst going I wanted to do something different, my whole attitude on life changed, I got these powers, I didn’t know how to deal with all this added pressure so I joined a band’

‘Ah yes the Mary Janes! I was wondering how that came about, you just needed a distraction’ You asked knowing full well what that meant, that’s why you joined the football team, You needed a distraction yourself.

‘Yeah actually, I was struggling with who I was, being Spider-Woman and Gwen Stacy’

‘It is a lot of pressure but I can tell you with all my heart that you are killing it’

‘Thanks Y/N I needed to hear that’ The line went quiet and you could feel yourself slowing starting to fall asleep.

‘Hey I got a spider emergency! I gotta go but get some rest okay’

‘Be safe Gwen, Don’t rough them up too much’ She chuckled and it went dead silent.

You managed to stay awake for a couple minutes before Your eye lids grew heavy and you succumb to sleep.

The next morning you woke up only to notice you were still in your bed. You woke up startled throwing your legs off your bed and walking towards your bedroom door opening it and looking at your Aunt.

“Morning Gwen” She said so used to this charade you 2 had, you gulped knowing it was the next day, you saw the date on your phone and looked back at your Aunt.

“Not Gwen” You said and her head shot up. It has been more than 6 months at this point that you had started swapping with Gwen, nothing seemed to stop it, nothing seemed to hint towards it ever slowing down and then one day it just stopped.

“Not Gwen?” She asked walking towards you with her hand out, you grabbed it nodding saying it was you and you didn’t know how to feel.

“Amazing it’s finally stopped! Now you can go back to living your normal spidey life” She said with a little hooray and then a sip of her drink, Your Aunt turned around towards the kitchen table where you could see a 2nd coffee cup laid out.

She picked it up ready to pour out the drink and you could see her hand shaking, you quickly ran over to her to help with the cup and she let out a small sob.

“I am so happy for you that you don’t have to go through this anymore but she was around so often it’s like she was apart of our little family you know” You slowly shook your head and hugged your aunt.

“I’m not happy” You said quietly in your Aunts shoulder, you both pulled away and you had small tears in your eyes. “Neither am I” She finally admitted to you. You slumped in the chair in the kitchen and looked at your Aunt. You were devastated. “Have your little telepathic abilities stopped working too?” You shrugged your shoulders but focused on trying to reach out to her.

‘Gwen can you hear me?’ You asked, your face concentrating to push your sub consciousness out there hoping to get a response. After a few minutes of silence nothing came back. You stood up with a frustrating sigh and leaned over the kitchen counter.

“Nothing?” Your aunt asked rubbing your back, you shook your head. You didn’t know what else to do, you couldn’t even think straight, your alarm started going off symbolising you had to go to school but you just didn’t have the heart to get up. It’s almost like you had genuinely lost a part of yourself, it had felt very unfinished.

“We are taking the rest of the day off today, you and me I think we need this…”

“What if something happened?” You ask out loud cutting off your aunt. “What if something’s happened and she needs me?” You said looking at your aunt.

“There’s nothing you can….”

“Don’t finish that sentence, there’s something I can do I am a Spider, I have all these powers I have to be able to do something” Your aunt could see the hurt in your eyes, the panic, every emotion flashing through you all at once worried that the absolute worst thing happened.

“Y/N look, I don’t understand your situation at all, I honestly couldn’t think of anyone in the entire world could really to relate to your feelings but all I can tell you is that Gwen is one of the toughest girls I have ever met. She is fine, maybe you figured out whatever the universe was telling you or your no longer needed to heal her very broken heart.” You Aunt said smiling softly.

“But mines broken now…” You said quietly. Your aunt gave you a look and you shuffled your feet. “Okay she’s fine, we did what we needed to do, whatever that was and she’s safe in her dimension.” Your aunt nodded and you smiled a little.

“I’m gunna get ready and go to school. Just to distract myself a bit today” You said, your aunt nodded. “I will be mourning the loss of a daughter so I’ll be here quietly sobbing over the cup I bought her” You giggled a little knowing your aunt was joking but only a tiny bit, you could see she was just as hurt as well so you hugged her again.

“She’s fine, she doesn’t need us anymore we fixed her broken heart” You both smiled and walked away doing your own things. You headed to school getting ready for your first class pulling out the books you needed. You saw the drawings, pictures, difference in handwriting even in all your books and smiled. As you went through wondering from class to class you failed to notice an unwanted guest appear out of nowhere.

As you were heading towards gym you heard commotion coming from some other students. “quick everybody evacuate theres a guy in a rhino suit running rampant around the school!” As students began to pile out of the gym and into the hallways running towards safety you ran around a corner and did the opposite trying to find your stashed suit. You ran into the bathroom, lift up one of the tiles on the roof and promptly changed into your suit.

“A man in a Rhino suit? We don’t have that here we have a lady who’s half rhino half human.” You managed to find all the commotion and saw a couple of kids in the way.

“Quick get out of here!”

“Spidey thank you!” They all ran out, you could feel the building shaking and hear walls crumbling.

“Hello tiny spider” He said as he walked around the corner, and sure enough it was a big buff dude in a rhino suit.

“Look I don’t know what your doing here, but I need to get to gym and your in my way” You got into your signature pose.

“Get out of the way tiny spider, I need to go home!” You looked confused for a split second but immediately knew what the issue was. ‘He’s not from this dimension, Im gunna have to lock him up tight and stop him from hurting anyone’ You thought quietly to yourself. A tiny part of you was hoping you would hear Gwen voice in your head again but it was no where to be found. Rhino charged towards you, without missing a beat you punched him clean in the jaw and he was knocked out cold.

“Wow that was….NO don’t say that, it never works out well when you put things like that into the universe.” You webbed up Rhino and dragged him outside, as you got outside a hexagon shaped portal opened up in front of you, you let go of Rhino and folded your arms only to be met with a lady who had a motorbike and an afro.

“Oh hello! You must be the Spider of this dimension” You unfolded your arms feeling the tingle as soon as you saw her.

“I am! The names Y/N” She walked up and shook your hand. “Nice to meet you Im Jessica Drew, I see you caught the guy I’m here for, relatively easy it seems to” You gave a modest look but shrugged your shoulders.

“It was nothing” You said with a small smile under your mask.

“Look, Miguel is totally going to hate me but I think you should come with me” She said gesturing to the portal behind her, you looked in and saw nothing but a tube looking thing.

“In there? That looks like death?” You said pointing at the portal. “I promise it’s not, I’ll explain once we get there but I think you should come with me” She said, you shook your head knowing you shouldn’t follow strangers into very suspicious portals but all that was going through your head was Gwen.

“This might be my only chance to find her” You said out loud. “Find who?” She asked and you coughed and walked into the portal not realising you were talking out loud. As soon as you stepped in you were teleported to a new world.

Once you landed Jessica following behind you, your face dropped, you took your mask off staring at the Nueva York. It was so futuristic and chrome, very shiny, everything was shiny it was burning your retina’s.

“Come on I want you to come meet Miguel” You follow Jessica until you came to a high tech room in a dark looking alley. He even looked like a bad guy, his aura oozed “I am a villain” but even you were slightly jealous of his gym regime whatever it was cause dude looked good.

“Jessica what did you do?” You blocked out their argument taking in the sights and sounds around you. They started bickering and you felt a little awkward to be standing there, it was like you were a child getting scolded from your parents for ditching school.

“Look they’re here and I know Y/N will do a fantastic job, plus with the large amount of animalities running around thanks to 1610 we need all the help we can get”

“We have over 1500 different peters you think this other variant will help out”

“They’re a lot stronger than most of the others Peter’s surprisingly took down Rhino with a swift punch”

Your feet shuffled and you looked down taking in the compliments Jessica was throwing your way. Miguel looked at you and threw up his hands.

“Whatever, kid heres your watch go hang around I’ll call you if I need anything” Jessica smiled and you looked at the watch in your hand, you put it on and started walking out hearing Jessica and Miguel start up again.

You made your way out and went to sit at the top of the tower which seemed to be everyone’s favourite spot it seems. You met a couple of the other Spider, a few peter parkers…a lot of peter parkers actually, your favourite though had to be the T-rex running around.

Your world was 1405 as deemed by the I guess lords of the multi-verse, you weren’t too sure how it worked but you kinda just rolled with it, you wanted to make sure Gwen was okay but deep down you knew she was, for now you would go about your business and hopefully save some other worlds, who can put that on their resume.

“Alright Y/N ready for your first mission” You looked at your watch and saw Jessica on the other end of it.

“As ready as I’ll ever be” you said holding the watch up.

“Alright this one’s easy so I’ll be going with you but mostly to observe” She said with a small smile, you nodded your head and typed in the co-ordinates she sent you.

15 minutes later

You and Jessica were standing next to each other back in the Spider Society, you had your web wrapped around the prisoner and she stood next to you with the biggest surprise look on her face.

“Okay that was very quick, you are very efficient” She said and you just stood there nodding holding onto your villain. He started to groan and you knocked him out again with a swift punch.

“Alright well um go hang around, catch more sights and I’ll get back to you with another mission” You could tell she was still stunned, she didn’t really know what to do but walked away with your prisoner attached. You made your way back up to the top of the building again however instead of sitting you made the rounds, getting to know other people and know who all the different Spiders you could. After a couple hours of wondering around, getting lost and meeting MORE people you finally got another call but it wasn’t from Jessica. It was from Miguel’s Ai friend LYLA.

“Hey could you go help Miguel over on world 65 please” You were shocked at first to hear that you were going to help Miguel but You didn’t even hesitate you immediately input that number and jumped straight into the portal. As you exited the portal you went straight towards the parchment vulture in front of you and punched him square in the jaw.

“Nice!” You said, Miguel got up from his rubble and walked over to you, “Good punch rook alright lets take this guy down” You got your fist’s ready to fight with Miguel not taking in your surroundings fully (You should really work on this btw) when a quiet familiar voice hit your ears.

“Y/N” Your head whipped around so quickly but before you could say anything vulture had punched you right back sending you into a pillar.

“That wasn’t nice, okay rook new plan” Miguel said as he shot you with one of his webs and flung you towards vulture, you managed to clock him again but this time he was ready, he grabbed your arm and readied one of his wings, but before he sliced you with it you saw a web holding it back and Gwen had kicked him in the back of his head causing him to go crashing in the ground.

“Your moves are so much better when you do it” You said towards Gwen, she gave you a quick fist bump and you both propelled down.

“Do you 2 know each other” Miguel said pointing at both of you “It’s a long story we’ll explain later but right now he needs to go back” You said pointing at vulture.

“So whats this guys deal anyway” Gwen said asking you, you managed to talk while fighting and dodging all the vultures attacks.

“Well he’s made of parchment so you can assume he doesn’t belong here.” Gwen rolled her eyes “I gathered that much this isn’t my first run in with the multi-verse” She said kicking a few rocks towards the vulture who dodged all but 1.

“This isn’t your first run in?” You asked, she gave you a look and you nodded your head. “Oh right yes us” She webbed towards the vulture holding his wings down and punched him again, he broke free clambering up the pillar up into the night sky, Miguel went after him attacking him leaving you and Gwen alone.

“So crazy that we didn’t swap bodies right?” You said looking at her. “I actually have an excuse for that” She said and you looked at her intently.

“The night before we usually swap I was out fighting one of my villains when a portal opened up and sucked me in, I was blown into another dimension that had this really cool Spider-Man named Miles” You looked shocked, so because she wasn’t in her universe you couldn’t swap. Makes sense.

“I’ll tell you the rest of the story later” she said as she webbed away, you looked up to see a helicopter flying down towards you, both Miguel and Gwen had managed to get their webs under it to slow it down you jumped on a rock that was sticking up and stood waiting for the impact of the helicopter when its nose reached the palm of your hands you used your strength to push against it and put a stop to it. Everyone started cheering, Miguel grabbed vulture and you were both getting ready to leave, you wanted Gwen to come with so you asked Miguel to wait. When you looked up though you couldn’t see her anymore but you could hear shouting.

 “She needs to come with us she’d be an asset to the team” You said to Miguel, he looked at you and grunted before jumping up there, you followed after him witnessing Miguel throwing one of his barriers on the ground and tying up George Stacy. You walked over to Gwen who looked frightened and grabbed her shoulders gently.

Miguel opened a portal and threw vulture in it, he turned around to you and Gwen and asked. “So what’s it going to be kid?” He said, she nodded, Miguel gave her a watch and jumped in the portal. You followed after him but looked back at Gwen and George, your heart breaking for both of them.

As soon as both you and Gwen got back to universe 928 she let out a big sigh of relief and her legs collapsed under her. She was on the verge of tears but you could see that she was fighting the urge to let them fall.

“Hey” You said.

“Hey yourself” She said wiping away her tears, you couldn’t believe that you had managed to find her. You were so relieved but you could see all the mending you guys had down over the last few months was slowly starting to break all because her dad found out who she was.

She pulled off her mask and you saw half her head was shaved.

“Whoa! That’s new!” You said looking at her new haircut, she looked at it and rolled her eyes.

“It’s a long story but I had to shave it”

“I like it, it suits you” You said looking at her hair, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked away, she coughed and turn back to you.

“Thank you, I think we owe each other an explanation” She said trying to change the subject, but you being dense didn’t notice.

“Y/N Show the newbie around Ill put our prisoner away, you owe me an explanation for how you 2 know each other by the way.” He started walking away and you looked back at Gwen.

“Come follow me Ill introduce you to everyone!” You grabbed Gwen’s hand and pulled her towards everyone.

“Hey Y/N!” You walked pass a group of Peters and waved towards them. “Hey Peter this is Gwen!” They all waved and went back into their groups.

“Wow there sure a lot of Peter’s”

“Yeah Peter seems to be the most common canon, there are a very rare amount of us that aren’t Peters but I guess there’s almost an infinite amount of universes so there’s infinite possibilities” you replied looking back at Gwen who was taking everything in

“This place is so big” she said in awe watching all the other spiders running around

“This is the lobby” You replied whispering in her ear.

“Your kidding” She said turning back to you with her eyes wide.

“Not even in the slightest, here Ill show you where I like to hang out!”

You took her to the tallest building and hung out at the top looking down at Nueva York. You didn’t know how you felt about the whole situation but was surprised about how the whole situation went down, you had a crazy 48 hours that’s for sure. Shoot you didn’t check in with your Aunt. You both sat down over the edge of the tower, she looked down at her watch and then looked back at you.

“I guess I owe you an explanation it seems” You looked back at her and then back to the view.

“Nah, you’re safe that’s all I care about” You said looking away, she smiled and hit your shoulder gently.

“I’m so happy I can finally do that as me and not looking at you in the mirror” She said looking out towards the skyline again, she tucked her leg up towards her face and leant on it.

“It’s weird, I’ve seen you so much the past few months but not like this, its nice” You replied smiling.

“I know you said I don’t owe you an explanation but I have to tell you what happened it was crazy!” You folded your legs and shuffled so you were looking at Gwen as she told you all about her trip to 1610. She told you about Miles, about how what happened to her hair, you couldn’t help but laugh at that part knowing full well how hard it was to control your powers when you first got them.

She told you about Peter B Parker, Penni, Spider-Ham and Spider-Noir, You could see how happy she was about her little band of misfits. Maybe you and your Aunt had managed to heal her enough that she let herself open to gain other friends.

She told you about the collider, how Miles came through and gained the ability to somewhat control his powers, she showed you a photo of him on her phone and she was smiling.

“Gwen that sounds like a long week you had” She giggled and then an idea formed.

“Hey can we take a photo” You looked shocked but you nodded. You got ready but she leaned into your side and smiled, you followed suit as she took the picture.

“Thank you” She said looking down at her phone “So what happened to you” You laughed and looked ack at her “Oh nothing, an anomaly came through while I was at school, I knocked him out, Jessica saw my potential and I got recruited. That’s about it” She laughed hearing how easy your time was compared to hers.

“Y/N, Gwen theres a couple of people I need you to come meet” Miguel said over the watch, you both got up and headed towards his Spider-Cave, his fortress off Spidertude, his lair? And were met with what seems like a familiar face to gwen but someone knew.

“Y/N This is Hobie Brown! You’ll be working with him in the upcoming missions. This Spider over here is Peter B Parker” You saw Gwen hugging the other Peter who was surprised to see him so soon.

“Gwen when did you get here!”

“Today actually Y/N came and helped me”

“Is this the famous Y/N I’ve heard so much about hey! The one you’ve been swapping bodies with” You looked shocked that Gwen told someone that and she was blushing furiously.

“Shut it Parker” He laughed and swung towards you.

“Nice to meet you buddy I’m Peter”

“Y/N” You said shaking his hand, You shook a little too hard and he winced.

“Strong grip I like it, you were right they are very…” Before Peter could finish what he was saying Gwen webbed his mouth and he glared at her.

“Anyway cute reunion, Gwen you’ll stay here and train with Jessica, Y/N you’ll head out with Hobie, theres a Kraven In the wrong universe I need you guys to go get” You nodded and started walking with Hobie, you looked back and saw Gwen, she gave you a small wave and you waved back. With an extra hop in your step you turned towards Hobie.

“Dude love your hair”

“Thanks its natural”

“How does that fit under your…”

“Hammer Space” He said and you shook it off, you both input the co-ordinates and were off to another dimension.

[sunoooism]

i would like to req something pls hehe ^^

chishiya + reader e2l are being yk a couple in secret right but then friends catch them and then everyone goes :o because friends aren't used to shiya being lovey let alone with the person they would least expect to ever see with him

tytytyty it's been a while since ive read anything aib but ive noticed the thinning of fics because of the hype dying down :c

I hope this was okay for you! <3

ARE YOU GUYS BONING?!- chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader

୨୧ . . . content— secret relationship, crack/fluff, profanity, mentions of sex.

from the outside you and Chishiya were friends, but nothing more in your friends' eyes, they thought you got into disputes far too easily to tolerate each other in a loving way. to them you were this cheerful and bubbly person who was always ready to help others despite what people warned, and from their point of view Chishiya was this cold, stoic and on occasion brooding man who held little empathy for anyone but himself. but this was of course their view. to you Chishiya was significantly different. sure, he still harbored the traits that others viewed him as but he also had more caring ones. when it was just the two of you he wasn't exactly bouncing off the walls and hugging you till you couldn't breathe, but he was more open and relaxed. he let you hug him and kiss him wherever you pleased and he was more comfortable showing you physical affection. he'd always ask if you'd remembered to eat or drink anything that day and if not he would cook your favorite meal. at least twice a week he fed into your obsession with little trinkets he'd see on his way home from work, it made his day more bearable when it ended with your smile. to you, Chishiya was your caring boyfriend. which is why you had to hide it. you both knew that if found out you would in turn receive endless amounts of teasing from your mutual friends. especially Kuina.

unfortunately your friend group was together almost every day of the week so you rarely got alone together unless you snuck away somewhere which was definitely not meant to be used as a secret meet up spot. so when Chota and Karube invited you and the others to a party, you and your secret lover declined for separate reasons. there was no way you weren't taking advantage of this chance to be alone. you had texted the group chat saying you were sick and at home while Chishiya had said he was out of town for personal reasons, which wasn't technically a lie on his part.

"peace, finally" you muttered as you shuffled into Chishiya more, your head rested between his neck and shoulder while he had an arm around you to ensure you stayed close. "they better not blow up my phone" you chuckled and refocused your attention to the t.v where a film of Chishiya's choice was playing but soon got distracted and started to fidget with his hands, occasionally you pulled one toward your face so you could lay a kiss on the back of his hand. times like these were the ones you truly cherished.

as the hours ticked by you felt yourself getting sleepy, the repetitive dialogue on the t.v and the slight buzz your boyfriend's cologne gave your head wasn't helping you stay awake. the comforting feeling of having him around didn't help you to stay conscious either. soon the urge to sleep overpowered your body and Chishiya could feel you drifting off on top of him. he lowered the volume on the television for your comfort and pulled a blanket over you both so you wouldn't be cold. Shuntaro never really imagined himself being so lucky. everyone always called him cold and incapable of love, which was in fact a lie. he just showed it differently, which you knew and were okay with. he was immensely grateful that you let him show his adoration for you the way he preferred.

the light of the day was fading and along with it Chishiya's will to stay awake. you had only been passed out for around half an hour so he didn't need to worry about you waking up. so with you tucked up in his hold he let himself fall asleep with you, his head falling to rest on top of yours. when you both awoke to what you assumed to be morning but were instead met with flashing phone cameras you were stunned and a little frustrated to say the least.

"Chishiya, what are you doing to Y/n!" Arisu slurred, clearly more than a little tipsy from the way he was holding himself. "he's cuddling them, that's what he's doing!" Tatta had pushed himself to the front of the huddle just to yell, "are you guys boning?!" Usagi slapped his arm and sent a distasteful glare his way. "don't be so vulgar!"

"okay then, are you guys 'making love'!" Chishiya stared at his flushed friend in disgust and rolled his eyes when they all insisted on an answer from him. "no, we are not boning or making love. we're dating you morons."

silence followed Chishiya's bold statement. everybody stared at each other with wide eyes. the awkward stillness was interrupted when Kuina burst out laughing, the voracity of her cackles almost tipped her over. "okay, good one, Chishiya!" others followed suit after realizing it was a joke. most doubling over in lung aching laughter. "oh my god, man! you almost got me!"

"c'mon guys, let's leave this endearing couple alone!" what they failed to realize was that this was in fact not a joke, and was quite a real relationship. you both stared in shock as your group of drunk friends stumbled out the door and slammed it behind them.

"did they just leave….?"

"It seems that way, yes."

©sunoooism

[zonerz]

your alvi character is soooo cute and cool looking i love him…

OMG 🥺 TYSMMM He’s my pride and joy and I love him so so much!!! I have sm I still wanna do with him and I'm so so excited for KHML to get him back into the action! 🫶 Unfortunately that also means he will, on some level, being Going Thru It but that's a small price to pay for more content of my boy <3 <3 <3

I hope u dont mind me taking this moment to ramble abt his general deal and vibe bc I feel like my thoughts are all scattered throughout my art with him 😭🙏 Will add a cut and reading past is ofc optional but TYSM for the interest in general! His design is so fun to doodle and he’s got a whole Dreamhouse Closet of fits 👍

But!! Basically in UX my boy joined Vulpes and got his keyblade on his bday, Dec. 25th when he turned 13-14 or so :] he started out on his own and was pretty quiet but very compassionate which paid off in the long run and got him some good friends (both in the form of Ephemer and co. and then with my friends' keykids Vivian and Vial--highly rec checking out their art too btw !!! @thequibblingking13 and @thatalien404 I love Vial and Vivi so so much as well 🥺)

As he pulled in these new friendships (and in the case of Vivi and Vial, practically family/siblingship) Alvi ends up having that compassion fuel him to become more skilled with his keyblade, learn more about how to best guilt and use medals, the best ways to Raid, etc. in order to be able to both protect/keep the people he loves safe as well as to be a teacher. He loved exploring new worlds and helping people in general and I think would end up being the kinda general Big Brother FigureTM who other kids could run to with questions--especially as he got into his later teens.

He ends up learning quite fast and scaling up pretty exponentially compared to some of his peers and, in general, ends up fairly competitive with the weekly rankings and PVP (friendly still, but ready to give it his all) and with that, he ends up taking that protector role more seriously as he becomes more competent. By the time the War really comes around when he's like 15-16, he ends up sticking around to fight in the hopes of shouldering as much weight as he can in the place of others, as well as wanting to shield Vivi and Vial as best as he can.

Though things definitely do get murkier as he gets stronger. I think that he'd always been a bit more open/neutral to darkness as a concept. He knows it can corrupt but would use it in small increments, however those would become larger and be used more often as time passed in trade for more strength--more capability. It would culminate at it's most out of control/chaotic when fighting with the Foretellers (shoutout to Ira who reflected every light attack BTW. like okay bro. u asked for this ig 😐) where he'd really just let loose and give it all, though it'd leave him weak and also pretty freaked out. Plus the whole almost dying thing definitely adds to that 😭 so he'd rein things in dramatically after waking up from the war.

As for the amnesia about the war, things shift a little bit here and I think he'd sorta wake up to reality pretty quick, especially with the nightmares. He loves Chirithy but his was never the best at lying, and despite whatever bumps in the road he and Ephemer had, he doesn't anticipate that he'd ever lie straight to his face. So when he confronts Skuld and Ephemer about it all? Well, they hesitate enough to tell him something's up at the very least--as he suspected. He's sympathetic to his friends' new position as defacto leaders though and, being a pretty natural leader-type himself, knows how precarious of a situation it is regarding information on the war. It's horribly distressing for him to remember everything to say the least, and he figures himself pretty capable of handling it, so the thought of having so many of the other kids remember en masse and just start hurting despite it being over just leaves him feeling sick. He doesn't like lying either though, and it feels wrong to hide such a huge event--which the others sympathize with bc damn they're dealing with that conflict too 😭 But, ultimately, Alvi agrees to remain quiet about the whole ordeal--even to Vivi and Vial whom he shared everything with. Which creates. Problems. 😬

In the weird mundane time they spend in the digital daybreak before things start glitching and life is just continuing "as usual" Alvi ends up inadvertently pulling back from Vivi and Vial (as they can tell something is Up) and gets closer to all of the Union Leaders! I really think he'd get along well and have unique but fun friendships with each and every one of them :> There's already that like Besties Bond with Ephemer and Skuld, but I think he'd really love Ven, Brain, and Lauriam, too. He and Lauriam would be the tallest two of the bunch and I think would lowkey prod each other about it in a mini competition as they both continued growing, he would ADORE Ven and love carrying him on his shoulders and such, and I think would just be chill and funny with Brain. Put them in a room together and the sarcasm level doubles 🤝

When Vivi and Vial finally figure things out abt the War tho, and that Alvi was actively lying to them, ehm... 😬 Things begin going downhill FAST from there. He doesn't really have any good explanation for himself as he just wanted to protect them at his core, but it was still not the best way to probably deal with it. That said though, what's WORSE is how he responds to the question of whether he'd do it again and uh. Well. 🤡🤡🤡

So suffice to say, Vivi and Vial feel pretty damn betrayed and generally angry at him but Alvi has hope they can patch things up and get it all sorted out. But with each attempt to be more transparent about things, Alvi keeps having to clam up because a lot of the stuff he's been doing have been with the Union Leaders and needs to remain kinda lowkey, so he ends up being unable to really tell that much which just comes across as condescending at best for Vivi and Vial. And then the glitches start showing up 🧍‍♂️

Alvi, in the midst of trying to both apologize and explain once more to them both, gets pulled away to go help Ephemer investigate what's going on at the Clocktower. He leaves his little siblings with the promise that, the very moment he comes home, he will tell them everything and share everything about all the worlds he's seen since--just like how things used to be. They have his word! And it's still shaky ground but a potential light at the end of the tunnel! But, well, then he and Ephemer end up in Game Central Station and things get very out of hand very fast. The end of the game unravels faster than they can keep up and the last "interaction" Alvi has with his siblings is Vivi crumbling in her own fight across town as the feeling of Alvi getting that hit to the heart from Ephemer echoes through to her oTL

The end of UX makes me SO. AUGH. I feel like I've already talked a lot but there's just So Much in my head for my poor little guy and MAN. His end would follow the canon ending of the game pretty closely. He'd stick around with Ephemer and Skuld and help see the other Leaders off in the Ark with the intention to go grab Vial and Vivi and get them inside to safety before things go wrong again. One little thing I wanna draw or poke at somehow tho is that like, I think he'd give little mementos/gifts to the others before they send them off in the ARK. To Brain and Lauriam, he'd give them each one of his earrings, Elrena would get his neon bracelets, and Ven would get a moogle chain he always kept on his dufflebag :>

As for the final fight. MANNNN. I think that Alvi would be able to put on a pretty convincing act and, somewhat bitterly, kinda goes down the line of like "Well, I really am a liar lately, so what's one more?" and he'd go all-in to ensure Ephemer was pushed to his limit. WHICH SUCKS AND HURTS MY HEART TO THINK ABOUTTT. But he'd pull it off, and he'd get that shot to the heart, and I think in that fight it's poetic if he was fighting more in a stance like YX than usual. Smth smth foreshadowing also legacy etc. 🫶🫶🫶 He'd go out proud and happy, even if it was immensely bitter knowing the last memories his friends all shared with him.

Suffice to say I have SOOOO many thoughts abt him and I am SO excited for Missing Link to do a round 2 bc I have a rough idea of what I wanna do for his arc/character-wise on his second time around and I am also so hyped to get Brain back 🥺🥺🥺 I think their friendship is going to be so so crucial to Alvi in ML and I cannot WAIT to get into it!!! And OFC THE WHOLE RAISING OF XEHANORT??? MANNNNN. He would love Xehanort with everything he had. It's so bittersweet that he would've passed before Xeha started learning how to do a whole lot with the keyblade and got all manipulated by destiny bc like. Alvi would not be perfect, but he would've loved to train him himself. Which like also ik I'm #Coping and whatever but I'm just gonna say that Alvi, after passing in KHDR, is just chilling in Quadratum bc I'm sorry but he's far too stubborn to die and just leave his son behind so soon 🫶 I only have memes with them so far but I truly believe that Alvi and Xeha have a Like Father Like Son dyanmic thang going on. A long line of guys with something wrong with them 🫶💖

ANYWAYS IVE ALREADY TALKED SO MUCH AND COULD GO ON, APOLOGIES, BUT I LOVE LOVE LOVE MY LITTLE GUY AND ALL THE PREQUEL KEYKIDS SM ‼‼‼💖💖💖

[sincerely-sofie]

The finishing of this fanfic has left me with some pretty mixed emotions. On the one hand, I dont want it to end. It's such an incredible piece of work and even though I finally committed to reading it a few weeks ago, it already feels like such a significant part of my life. On the other hand, I'm a little glad that it's over. FAR from the sense it was bad (I'll steal your liver if thats how you interpret it) but moreso in the sense that it was like a good crying session. It's something that a lot of us (or I assume a lot of us) typically want to avoid even though we know its good for us, and satisfying after the fact. It's like catharsis in a way. Endings aren't always a great feeling in the moment, but it's something that we can look back on with a fondness.

I'm so glad I found this work. I'm being completely serious when I say that this fanfic, and the other content you make, has changed my life for the better. Its helped me reconnect with that love I have for creativity after nearly a decade of not making anything even though I wanted to. It's helped pulled me out of a few ruts of depression. It's helped me realize that I'm not actually emotionally stunted (per my own conclusions) and be more willing to cry instead of burying those feelings. In the past I would just, kill these kinda thoughts before they got far because of how much I wanted to avoid crying. Much less actually writing them down, or express them to someone else. But now, I've been crying the whole time I write this, and for the first time in, I think ever, I'm okay with that. I know we don't actually know each other, but you've genuinely helped me become a better person with the things you make. Thank you so much for everything you've done Sofie. hey look! I got your name right!

But enough about me. I feel like it's getting indulgent at this point. (I've gotten dehydrated with how much ive cried writing this and from what I can tell, you cry a lot more than I do. So go drink some water first, and then) I wanna hear your thoughts. What are your thoughts and feelings about your work being finished? Do you have plans to take a break from creative endevors for a while, or are you gonna keep going? Are you going to be expanding more on this and other au's, different fanworks or move into something completely your own? Whatever the case may be, I'm excited to see what more you are going to come up with!

From the bottom of my heart, and on behalf of everyone else, Thank you for everything.

It's so surreal to have posted that final chapter. I finished the first draft almost 100 days ago exactly, and I spent a number of days after completing it kind of adrift. I'd go to my computer every morning like I had during the month prior and sit down, ready to write, only to remember that I was actually supposed to be taking a break before I made the final edits.  It didn't click in my head that I had actually done it… until a couple weeks later when it hit me like a truck that I had an entire completed manuscript sitting in my Google Docs. I think I was making myself lunch at that moment, and I had to bolt to lie down on the floor and put my legs up against the wall because I was ready to pass out at the realization. 

This feels pretty similar. For me, The Present is a Gift— the main fanfic, at least— was finished in mid-January. But the process of uploading it and agonizing over what people thought of every passing update wouldn't be formally done until about 3 months later. It still hasn't clicked in my head that I won't be posting a new update once Tuesday rolls around. 

On the subject of taking a break— I've actually been taking a break, at least partway! I've barely written anything after I finished TPiaG's first draft, and I haven't drawn much “serious” art, for lack of a better word, since I started my blog. I've still been making things, yes, but scattered oneshots and sketchy pieces without solid lineart are not my typical fare. I'm usually a lot more “exact” with what I make— words fail me here— I hope I'm not being too vague! I might take a brief break as I finish up the winter semester, but that would be less a break from creating and more of an “OH MY WORD I NEED TO FOCUS ON NOTHING BUT PASSING THESE COURSES” kinda thing. 

TPiaG (along with its derivative AUs) is still very much a living project to me— there's a lot more stories the characters have in them, even if I struggle to envision a full-on sequel. I'm absolutely going to answer the asks relating to it that I've received over the months along with any I continue to receive, and if I get any ideas for comics or oneshots here and there, I'll make them. As for what's officially next up on the Sincerely Sofie menu, I'm planning to make a visual novel that's a lot more meaty than the last one I made. I'm not sure if it will be original or based on TPiaG— but a visual novel is the medium I'm planning on! 

I'm so overwhelmed by your kindness. I truly don't have any words. This project started off as something private to help distract me from a depressive episode and to process trauma, and it's become so much more. I'm so glad it was able to help you. Catharsis was the keyword for TPiaG— I wanted it to uproot difficult emotions and help people start to heal from them, but I never dreamed it would really help anyone but myself. So to hear it was able to provide you with that is unbelievably meaningful to me. 

I gave myself the goal somewhat recently to let myself cry whenever the urge strikes me. I used to go months without crying, and whenever I did shed tears, it was alone in my room while muffling the few sounds I accidentally let slip. I'm a natural crybaby, but I had schooled myself into thinking for a number of reasons that it was bad to cry— that it was selfish, or attention-seeking, or weak— so I've been trying to reclaim my teary-eyed identity. It's been difficult, but it's so freeing to let myself feel things fully. All of this is to say: let the tears fall. I've helped more people by crying than my stoicism ever did. 

Thanks again. I can't properly word my gratitude, but know that it's overwhelming :,>

[hummingbird-of-light]

June of Doom Day 23

23. “How many fingers am I holding up?”   

| Poison | Rash | Double Cross |

TW: Munchausen By Adult Proxy Syndrome, Concussion

A/N: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

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"Mr. Scott? Mr. Scott, can you hear me?"

Only slowly did Montgomery Scott manage to open his eyes. He blinked in confusion, but his vision didn't get any clearer.

"Look at me, Mr. Scott. How many fingers am I holding up?"

Scotty felt his eyes dance back and forth as they tried to focus on the hand that was in front of his face.

Where the heck was he? Why was everything moving? And who was that man talking to him?

"Um... f-four?"

He couldn't answer the question for sure. He was still terribly dizzy.

"Not quite, but close. Christine, get an IV ready. We need to get Mr. Scott's circulation to work properly again."

Christine? Who was Christine? Scotty looked around, slowly realizing where he was. And yet, the male voice that spoke all the while gave him confirmation.

"Don't be alarmed, Mr. Scott. You're in good hands. We'll get you to the hospital."

Hospital? Why would he need to go to the hospital?

"What... what happened?"

He didn't really remember. He only remembered that he had been at home.

"You fell off the ladder in the garden. Your neighbor Mr. Sulu saw it by chance and called us immediately."

Oh yeah... right. Scotty had wanted to clean the gutters. If he couldn't work due to illness, he wanted to at least get some chores done around the house. He had been feeling much better, but suddenly he had started to feel dizzy again. And then... there was nothing. No more memories.

He must have lost consciousness.

And now he was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Immediately his thoughts wandered to a person who must be worried.

"I... my husband... I have to inform my husband."

He tried to sit up, but was immediately pushed back gently.

"Hey, hey, hey. Stay down. You have a concussion. To which extent isn't clear yet, but you definitely can't move for now."

At last the double vision disappeared and Scott eyed the doctor in front of him. A dark-haired man with bluish eyes. He looked serious but friendly.

"I'm sure your neighbor will inform your partner and I'm quite certain that he'll visit you in the hospital soon enough."

A queasy feeling came over the Scotsman at the thought. What would Khan, who didn't like doctors and hospitals at all, say to that?

+++++++++

"Oh my god, Monty. What happened?"

He had just fallen asleep in the bed they had put him in when the sound of the door opening jolted him awake.

"Khan."

His husband was beside him within seconds and immediately stroked his cheek reassuringly. Worry lines stood on the man's forehead.

"I... I was going to clean the gutter, but.... then I got dizzy again and I guess I fell down. The doctor says I have a concussion."

Before Scotty had been taken to the room, they had run some tests on him, including a blood test. The results were still being processed, but Dr. McCoy - the doctor who had already taken care of him in the ambulance - had said he would be in touch soon.

"Why were you outside? You're supposed to be sick and resting."

Khan's voice sounded almost accusatory, and Scotty immediately felt ashamed.

"Aye. But... I've felt better. And I didn't want to just lie around uselessly while ye worked for our living."

For so long, he'd been home. They had moved to the U.S. two months ago, but no sooner had Scotty received his green card than he had fallen ill. Khan was taking loving care of him, in addition to his regular work, but every time Scotty was reasonably well and wanted to start working again, his condition worsened again.

It was always the same. And Scott just couldn't take it anymore.

"Monty, you're not useless. And if I didn't have you... what would become of me?"

Khan pressed a tender kiss to Scotty's cheek before pulling something out of the bag he was carrying.

"Here. I brought you your tea. It always helps with dizziness, doesn't it?"

Aye. The tea Khan had brought him back from one of his business trips could really work wonders.

Quickly, Khan opened the thermos and poured some tea into the cap. With shaking hands, Scott reached for the drink. He was still a little unsteady in his movements.

"Hold on. I'll do it."

Scotty nodded gratefully as Khan held the cap to his mouth and helped him drink.

"Thank ye. That feels good," he sighed in relief after taking a few sips.

"Anything for you."

Khan gently ran his hand through Scotty's hair, but looked over his shoulder as the door opened.

Dr. McCoy entered the room. His expression didn't say much and his gaze was absorbed in a file.

"How are you, Mr. Sco-" He stopped when he saw the other man sitting next to the bed. Quickly, Khan got to his feet.

"Hello, doctor. I... am the husband. Khan Singh."

Dr. McCoy eyed the hand offered to him critically, but finally accepted it and shook it.

"Dr. McCoy. I wonder if you could explain to me why your husband is out on a ladder when he's having dizzy spells?"

Scotty could see Khan's face darken. He just didn't like doctors. Still, he tried to keep a smile.

"Monty said he was feeling better already. And I wasn't home. But I promise you, I'll pay better attention from now on."

Dr. McCoy looked from one person present to the other, one eyebrow raised.

"Why didn't you see a doctor before?"

Almost protectively, Khan stepped closer to his husband's bedside.

"Well... we don't think very highly of regular medicine. In my experience, doctors usually do more damage to you than they do to fix things."

The doctor just nodded before his gaze fell on the thermos, which by now was sitting on the bedside table.

"Oh really? You... tend to prefer... alternative medicine?"

Khan held the doctor's gaze and Scotty almost shuddered. What was going on here? Something was very wrong.

"Indeed, doctor. This tea is helping my husband recover. I got it from a South American tribe."

Through one of the room's not-quite-closed window panes, Scotty spotted something that startled him greatly.

Police men. What were the police doing here in front of his room?

Khan seemed to have noticed it too, because he stepped even closer to Scotty.

"Why don't we continue this conversation outside? We don't want to stress your husband unnecessarily, do we?"

The doctor's voice sounded almost threatening. Scotty grabbed Khan's arm, looking uncertainly from one man to the other.

"M-mo ghràdh?"

But Khan didn't look at him at first. His gaze lingered on Dr. McCoy before slowly turning to Scotty.

"Whatever this man is going to tell you, don't believe a word he says. I love you, Monty. And I'm the only one who can help you get better."

Scotty could only watch helplessly as Khan left the room with Dr. McCoy. His beloved husband, who always took care of him, was ripped from his life. Just because he had had a stupid accident.

++++++++

A little later Scotty learned what was going on. Apparently, traces of a poison had been found in his blood that had been fed to him over a long period of time. Since Dr. McCoy had already seen similar cases and was familiar with the substance, he had immediately informed the police to be on the safe side.

Munchausen by proxy syndrome. In most cases it was mothers who deliberately made their children ill in order to then act as loving saviors. But in the rare case of Munchausen by adult proxy syndrome, it was also adults who poisoned their partners.

It was a mental illness. An illness that would have eventually took Scotty's life if he hadn't had that accident and that doctor.

[tellerluna-stories]

tellerluna-tunes: to find a home in your heart!

A/N: since this fic took me almost a year to write, I ended up listening to all sorts of music in the process of making it. but for some reason, the genres that fit with the vibe of this fic the most were indie music or OPM, as well as the OST of kimi ni todoke itself. hope you enjoy this lil playlist!

read the original fic here!

TITLE TRACK: kimi ni todoke by tanizawa tomifumi!

this is the theme song from the very show/manga that brought this fanfic to life!! it has a very sweet, slice-of-life vibe that makes me think of the walks that thoma and mc have going to and from school. the lyrics are very fitting for them as well~~

angel baby by troye sivan

thoma is the angel. can we all agree on that? okay but jokes aside a lot of the songs have common themes about allowing someone to care for you/ caring for someone at their most vulnerable point. so that's why this song is here !!

to the bone by pamungkas

I actually got the inspiration for the title + main theme of homecoming from this song, specifically the lyric that goes "take me home, I'm falling." if home is where the heart is, then where do you think thoma and mc's homes lie?

habang buhay by zack tabudlo

some OPM for the soul, (and totally not bc of conyo thoma HAHAHA). i don't have enough room to recommend all the zack tabudlo songs I listened to for this fic, but this one in particular suits the dreamy, lovestruck vibes that the two idiots (affectionate) have for each other.

labyrinth by taylor swift

this song is meant for the mc, whose fear of emotional vulnerability is constantly challenged by thoma's warmth and kindness. unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) for them, puppy-boys will still wriggle their way into your heart, whether you are ready or not.

unconditionally by katy perry

I think that the lyrics fit how thoma and mc accept each other's hidden sides as part of themselves without judgement, and are willing to go to extreme lengths to take care of each other even if it meant going against their usual behaviour (e.g. the non-confrontational mc punching someone's lights out for their puppy-boy and thoma exhibiting mafia boss behaviour when mc was in trouble.) slay tbh

paper rings by taylor swift

a happy, summery song for these goofballs!! it makes me think of their rooftop picnics at lunchtime and study sessions <3 also they would definitely marry each other with paper rings change my mind

golden hour by jvke

the theme song that plays when thoma smiles his dentist-approved smile JKJK,, I feel like this song captures how it feels when either of the two look at each other!! especially when thoma met mc at the crosswalk for the first time; that scene in particular was inspired by the concept of 'koi no yokan'.

captivated by iv of spades

this works for both people but I particularly imagine it as a song from thoma to mc, who is often misunderstood or forgotten by their peers. they are so sweet and I always felt like I was thirdwheeling them when I was writing HUHUHUU

pasilyo by sunkissed lola

now THIS is the song that I imagined would play in the final scene at the crosswalk, right before mc and thoma reunite. with an empty road for an aisle, the setting sun and falling leaves for lighting and decoration... *coughs* it seems like foreshadowing for their wedding, don't you think?

[xandriagreat]

Hey, ehh I want ask you can you make story bad guys

Reaching and Learning More

Author's note: Sure!

Notice/Warnings: eating/food, shock collar/shocking

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Rupert Marmalade the IV always loved to learn about space. He likes learning other things as well but space and all of the things that are in space, it makes him very happy.

He grew up in a mansion with both of his parents and a few servants. 

His parents, Rupert the III and Evangeline Marmalade, both worked as the head of different science departments. Some of the science fallacies do know that the main bosses are guinea pigs. But for the others, they don’t know who the main boss is. And someday, Rupert will be given the boss title when his parents retire.

They would sometimes bring work home with them and their son would get to see what they work on, learning from their work. It was mostly stars.

That’s probably how the young guinea pig became fascinated by astronomy. 

☆

Rupert woke up excited today and got up to get dressed.

It’s “Take your kid to work Day” today. 

He was dressed in dark blue pants, white shirt, a purple vest, and black nice shoes. He topped his look with his science coat that he got as a gift for his tenth birthday.

Rupert quickly exited his room and ran down the stairs to get to the dining room. He saw both of his parents at the dining table, almost done eating breakfast. He got to his spot and ate the food from his plate. 

Both of his parents noticed the outfit that their son

“You look nice.” his mother said, smiling. “Is there anything happening today?” his father asked, starting to sip his coffee. 

The little guinea pig smiled and said, “It’s “Take your kid to work day” today.”

Rupert the III choked on his drink while Evangeline’s eyes widened. “That’s today?” both asked together in surprise. 

Rupert nodded. “Is… is something bad going on at work?” 

“No, it’s nothing bad.” Rupert the III said, clearing his throat. 

“Honey, don’t lie to him.” Evangeline said, glaring at her husband.

“What? I’m not lying to him.”

Rupert looked at his parents worriedly and confusedly. "It's ok. I can stay home and learn with Ms Loves if it’s dangerous-" he started but Rupert the III interrupts, "Nonsense. We can take you to work."

Rupert’s eyes lit up excitedly. He ate quickly so they could leave soon. 

As soon their son left the dining room to get ready to go to the car, Evangeline went to Rupert the III, a frown on her face. “Rupert, I don’t think it’s time for him to see… what we’ve been studying recently.” she stated. “He’s only eleven years old.”

“Evie, it'll be fine.” Rupert the III reassured her. “He’s going to know about ‘animaling out’ sooner or later.”

☆

Rupert was excited as the Marmalade family entered the science fallacy.

He knew the people who worked there and he greeted them everytime. Normally everyone smiled and waved, responding with a “hello” or “hi”, at him. 

But today, they all had a worried or confused look at him, like he isn’t supposed to be here today. 

‘I wonder what’s going on.’ Rupert thought as he walked with his parents.

They got to a lab with scientists, different guards, and a wolf with many scars in a harness. 

Rupert noticed that the wolf was wearing an orange jumpsuit, the harness hooked up to some type of bungee cord, and some type of collar. He was confused as he stayed close with his parents. 

“Ladies. Gentleman.” Rupert the III greeted the scientists and guards while Evangeline greeted the wolf with a bit of fear, “Mr. Scarson.” 

Mr. Scarson nodded to her.

While Rupert the III talked with the scientists about what they’re going to be doing, Rupert didn’t listen and just watched Evangeline talk to Mr. Scarson. “Understand this, Mr. Scarson. You will be triggered to get your animal side out.” she explained.

Mr. Scarson nodded and replied, “I understood the consequences when I was given this offer. But thank you for reminding me.”

Then everyone walked with the group to a room that Rupert likes to call the safe glass view room.

The little guinea pig was near his parents as the test started.

Everyone watched Mr. Scarson as rude audio came on the speakers and saw that the pupils of his eyes became from big to small after a few minutes. He started to try attacking but with the short bungee cord pulled him back and then a big shock came through the collar, stunning him to make him stop.

Rupert didn’t feel scared but he felt… excitement as he watched this experiment happen. “What’s this experiment called?” he asked his parents.

Rupert the III looked at him, smiling and said, “This is called the ‘animaling out’ experiment.”

‘Animaling out’ Rupert thought, smiling. ‘This might be a good tool for someday

[wanderrlust0]

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it ties into the female attention & peaking his interest even if its by the slightest. idk, like i said, this happened almost 3yrs ago when we were in a tough spot unfortunately and ive put it all behind me and weve been moving forward. i know how he feels about me & we would hate to ever lose each other. its just after hearing about this new news to me, i feel like it triggered my brain into thinking about how he can maybe feel things easily towards people. also, hes already apologized to me about the stuff in the past so i dont really feel any more of the frustrations that i felt bc at first he was not seeing my side of things and i was feeling so annoyed by that. luckily, thats all over now. i still get a little attentive when it comes to his classmates & any other girl i hear about bc then i start thinking, well is she pretty, does she like him, does he like her, how much do they talk, etc. which is just a normal girl thing..i think lol. im not totally insecure but it is easy to feel some type of way. so, i think i expressed everything i wanted to. i replied to the other guys msg and i honestly feel kinda bad for him but i hope they can work things out..

edit 7/29: not to add More things to this but.. i hung out with him today & i could tell that he felt terrible about himself for that happening & he felt like i was letting him off too easy. like, just not getting mad or lashing out i guess. im too shy to do that to him tho but i did say how i did think about it a lot & that you two were honestly stupid for doing that. also, how i did feel bad for her husband. i didnt say much more than that but if i did i just wouldve said like, you two knew it would ruin the friendship. even tho it didnt right away, look at it now. just bc you two couldnt put your sexual thoughts aside. but you know what, it just goes to show that it was always ever so slightly present since the beginning of the friendship. they both have had thoughts of fucking already & they finally caved. so he was given the chance to sleep with her & he took it bc 1, it benefited him and 2, hes been secretly wanting to do that. IM STILL NOT OVER THE WHOLE BREAK THING (kinda am) BUT I CANT DWELL ON IT. i just asgdjflk. like broT-T ..made me believe that we were just not gonna talk as much, yet still be friends. it was both of our first time trying out a break. he made me believe that wed be back together once things chilled out & we could hang out normally since it was covid year (honestly was torture & i was in one of my lowest moments). He made me be under the impression that he just needed some spaceeee. I didnt think it was to the point where he felt like he was single, ready to mingle!!! like dude didnt even wait that long to find a whatever rebound, then had the guts to cry to me about stuff i didnt understand at the time but then later found out it was over some other girl!!T-T posting a fricken poem on his story & telling me a lie. turning off his location. taking longer & longer to reply, then not replying for almost a day. But yeah sure, telling me we’d still talk during this time, just not as romantic. sending me snaps of his dealer writing a little “cute” ass note w a heart on it. whyy would your dealer even do that. like she obviouslyyy wouldnt do that for just anyone. posting on your story about something that had to do w him being available & wanting to date. until finally he starts talking to me like he used to bc oh yeah, he wants me back. meanwhile, i havent even thought of myself being single or looking to find a new romantic partner. idk, that all messed w my head soo much. AAND that stupid poem was hung up on his wall for literallyyy monthsD; i couldnt even loook at that wall while we were being intimate bc it turned me off so much & didnt have the guts to mention it. he finally replaced it w something i gave him & when i saw it i was like about time & i showed it to my friend. i got sidetracked but that was important to let out. back to his friend..me knowing that hes been cheated on & how much it has affected him, i would think that he wouldnt enable someone else to do it to their partner the way his ex did it to him?! that was another thing i wouldve told him. i guess i just didnt feel like hurting him more than he already felt about himself.. but to wrap it up, i think were done with it. he kept complimenting me all day. he feels like he should unfollow her off everything now. they honestly havent really talked in a long time & they havent been close like they used to be so its not like they talk. he just doesnt wanna be involved with her & her hubby at all after this. he said i should unfollow also. tbh, i sort of dont want to? is that weird.. i feel like i should be hating her more but i also dont feel enough hate to remove her from ig. idk..he also might ask her how her husband found out. idk its like a sticky situation bc i wouldnt describe my feelings as hurt towards everything. i felt shocked, but not completely surprised. i felt old feelings that i felt when i first found out he hooked up w people during our break & now there was more to uncover. i felt like my suspicions were proven.

[therealpontius]

BBQ (pt3) ~ the bed

Plot: you wake up in bed with WHO?

You get woken up with hysterical laughter from steve-o but dont open your eyes so you can try to wake yourself up before any form of communication. " holy shit dude get out of the bed before she wakes up" you hear him saying whilst almost litterally dying of laughter, he laughs at everything... wait, 4am, that man hugging you. Shit. You turn around quickly to see chris sitting up looking confused and guilty as all hell. You eyes meet and you both freeze for what felt like a life time

"Knoxville! Bam! Come quick" you hear the sound if two men scramble upstairs almost immediately after steve-o called for them "shit" chris mumbles under his breath still looking at you, frozen still

" holy shit" bam said in disbelief, you didnt blame him "everyone get up here, chris and y/n are doing it like the pigeons!" Bam shouted down the stairs, you and chris's heads darted to bam as you both heard a stampede of men running up the stairs with the occasional "what!?" You couldn't even look at anyone, you were so mortified. After a few minutes of jokes and comments being fired at you both chris decided to get up and walk out the room, you stayed in bed face down but noticed only one person wasnt facing chris asking him questions so you looked up, it was johnny, he looked abit pissed off but just walked off after you noticed him, he was probably just pissed because you guys were in his bed...

The boys eventually went downstairs after they calmed down so you got yourself ready and checked yourself to see if something did happen, too drunk to tell if something did but if something did he was definitely too drunk to remember it either.

*knock knock*

You got flustered incase it was one of the boys coming to tease you " hello? Its preston is it safe to come in?" Preston was a great man he was always there for you, he was like another dad "yes preston in you come" he slowly opens the bedroom door and sits on the bed " are you okay? I know the boys can be a bit much sometimes" He put his hand on your sholder reassuringly, it made you tear up you cant lie he was just so genuine "awwe preston your so sweet, im fine i swear im just embarrassed, i checked and im one million percent sure nothing happened" you said smiling warmly " well come on down chris has heat up the left over burgers from the BBQ for lunch"

You sat on the couch inbetween knoxville and ehren, at this point the boys had moved on and just continued conversation " so ive been drawing up a bunch more drawings of stunts we can do like-" bam was cut off by chris walking in with burgers for everyone " burgers!" Chris announced whilst leaving the plate on the coffee table, everyone stood up and gathered around grabbing for a burger. somehow chris managed to sneak himself next to you were ehren was sitting "hey man! Thats my seat!" ehren said as he turned round " fuck off" chris said through his teeth threateningly, he scared you a little " so y/n" chris looked over to you " whats your plans for today?" Everyone was away in their own conversations "umm im just planning on staying here till knox drags me out" you nudged johnny and the three of you all laughed " i would never, its nice having company" johnny said smiling and lightly nudging you back " well im going skating with steve if you want to tag along?" He smiled at you exitedly "im sorry dude i cant im just wanting to relax today" his smile dropped and he nodded "i get it i was just too good in bed last night" he giggled and lay back on the couch, you heard johnny and ryan laughing "chris nothing happened!" You laughed, raised your voice.

Its 7pm and your helping johnny with the left over dishes after everyone else has gone "thankyou y/n you honestly dont need to help" johnny said while running a dirty cup under the water " its no bother at all i have nothing better to do anyway" you sat on his counter watching him wash the dishes " you okay?" He looked over at you noticing you zoned out " yeah sorry im okay im just stressed about this morning" you looked up at him "me chris didnt do shit everyone knows that right?" He shrugged and continued washing the dishes "when i carried you to bed no one was there maybe he just got into bed without noticing" he tried to calm you down " but he started cuddling me last night, i thought it was you so i didnt say anything" You blurted out without realising what you had said "and why wouldnt you say something if it was me?" He smirked and stopped washing dishes "sorry im so tired i dont even know what im saying" you laughed off "i should probably head home its getting late" he nodded and got your shoes for you" thankyou johnny, oh almost forgot!" You took off the brown leather jacket he lent you "no no you keep it, you suit it better". Johnny smiled "awwe thankyou" you giggled and gave him a hug before leaving...

[imaginarianisms]

ive& said this before but. a.emond developed antisocial personality disorder / aspd. this manifested due to his severe trauma, emotional neglect & later sexual abuse. these traumatic events, notably his maiming & as a result blinding & severely disabling him & threatened torture at driftmark & his exploitation as a child, resulted in him being afraid of nothing, pursuing perilous ventures & engaging in hazardous activities, becoming determined, prone to becoming hyperfixated on a goal & unrelenting in his endeavor to achieve it, adapting to someone else's personality if they are stronger than he is, becoming bold, wild, & willful, hot tempered & unforgiving as he got older, isolating himself, using a silver tongue to get in places he wants & to manipulate the people around him. he is intelligent, observant, & intuitive, skilled at picking up on subtleties & deducting conclusions from them, he's very observant of the people around him, memorizing speech patterns, demeanors, even the way people walk, he's gotten to the point where he can read people & their intentions well before they're explicitly stated making it easier for him to spot a lie & this also makes it easier for him to tell when he's truly pushing somebody's buttons & there's little he loves more than pushing people past their limits, becoming a social chameleon & an ambivert of sorts & thrives equally well in company or in isolation although he generally has a preference for the latter. his sense of humor waxes & wanes from sardonic condescension to the most morbid sentences you've ever heard & half the time it doesn't even sound like a joke, he ends up becoming distrustful with a majority of the populace being seen in a less than desirable light, & because of that he cares little to form real bonds with anyone for fear of several things, notably being betrayed or hurt, he's easily a liar of relations for the sake of others & for this reason, can drop a "friendship" quite easily, can't be bothered to try & mend his relationships anymore when something in the dynamic goes wrong, & is ready to say goodbye to anyone at any moment to the point where it almost frightens him that he can give up & get ready to cut those out of his life extremely quickly even though he feels & loves very intensely, he feels as if it's a bad thing to be afraid for if he is afraid then he's vulnerable & it can be used against him, believing it's bad to be emotional or show concern for others' emotions because most people don't care about his, it's bad to be exploited because he believes exploitation is everywhere (& to a degree he isn't wrong), believing in an eat or be eaten world, if he doesn't show that his bite is worse than his bark then he will be taken advantage of & he must remain on top because only the ones on top are safe, his targaryen ancestors were proof enough of that, he must look out for himself because nobody will do it for him, he always anticipates a fight, lacking respect for authority unless his trust is earned like with his elder brother a.egon ii who earns his trust & respect, him being rude & inconsiderate of others' feelings somewhat unintentionally most times, believing that violence is the answer to almost everything & that the end justifies the means, that almost everyone in the world is out to manipulate & hurt him & that almost everyone doesn't care about him & if they say they do then they're lying & trying to get close to him to hurt him & because of that while he's very touchy with his loved ones, he despises being touched first, especially if it's by a stranger or someone he dislikes, he prefers to initiate physical contact, both because of the control aspect of it & his distrust for others.

most of the time whenever he did ask for help/comfort as a child he'd be be punished or more often blatantly ignored by his father. little to no love or comfort was safe, it always came with a price & a caveat & it became ingrained in him that most love & care is transactional which causes him to be extremely avoidant of relationships of any kind with very few exceptions, most bonds of his are surface level to keep them around in case someday they're useful to him & his survival because his survival & the survival of his close family is the only thing that matters to him. he possesses a warped soul, & he doesn't always see the wrong in what he's doing. when he does, it's often well after events have already transpired, thus seen as beyond repair control, though he often internalizes frequently the thoughts & feelings of right versus wrong.

that said, a.emond is loving, devoted, generous, & considerate for the rare few true relations he maintains, notably his mother a.licent, his paternal figure ser criston cole, his brothers aegon ii & daeron, his sister h.elaena & her children & his nephews & niece jaehaerys, jaehaera & maelor, his lover & childhood friend vaenna velaryon, a.lys rivers & his she-dragon & war mount vhagar. they are considered dangerous & a source of potential weakness for himself, but considering they contribute greatly to a.emond's sense of fulfillment he will invest heavily into these special few, however, he is prone to being controlling & manipulative of them for their safety & for his own. they are his Exception people, meaning they 'count' as individuals to him. they're people his brain acknowledges, that if he didn't have them in his life, he'd be greatly upset, he doesn't have to put in as much effort to be amicable with them on a false level, his brain acknowledges them as worthwhile & he gets his emotional & social needs met through them because they 'count' to him, whereas to him most people are inherently untrustworthy, irrelevant or petlike; he doesn't see them as individuals. his exception people are people his brain places as better than the rest of the world, constantly believing in the unfair survival "game" world & these exceptions are the only people he would see as out of the "game" so to speak, someone that he doesn't have to mistrust or fight to be with in the same level or higher or really just be around.

to be Very clear, especially as a system who has self dxed mild aspd w/ other stigmatized disorders like bpd & did, a.emond's aspd is Not correlated with his villainy but it Does explain why he is the way he is & the behaviors that stemmed from his trauma. not everyone with aspd is a crazy mean homicidal serial killer who tortures people/animals & manipulates people, that's only on the very extreme ends of the spectrum & is often used as a stigmatizing stereotype where a character or a person with the disorder is classified as something terrible and/or monstrous solely because of the disorder & not what that person's choices are. not everyone with aspd has the same symptoms. every personality disorder comes from childhood trauma and/or adverse childhood experiences & there's evidence supporting the fact that child abuse/neglect is a predictor of aspd. it's my& (& our&) firm belief that these people should be met with compassion & care, not judgment & stigmatization. be normal about disabled & neurodivergent folx & muses, especially folx & muses with severely stigmatized disorders. ooc ableism & sanism will never be tolerated on this blog.