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keys-hellscape-1020 · 11 months

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Yeet.

A/N: this is just pure word vomit. I’m so sorry. The title is SO bad but I was giggling so hard when I wrote it. Also this is literally so fucking self-indulgent.

Summary: Spider-People have a sixth sense. This is common knowledge to anyone who intimately knows one. What you didn’t know however was that it can occasionally misinterpret intentions, leading to disastrous results.

Hobie Brown x gn!Reader

Contents: No use of Y/N, anxiety mentions, reader gets full on thrown through a window, reader dissociates (symptoms of dissociation are described in depth), reader gets injured, angst, hurt/comfort

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It was mid-afternoon, the sun starting to lower towards the sky-line as you hauled your bags back from the grocery store. It wasn’t a long walk, not by any means, by the bags were heavy with ingredients for dinner and the sun was at the perfect angle to shine in your eye.

As you dragged yourself through the lobby of your apartment you could feel your heart flutter at the gentle vibration of your phone in your pocket. Hobie must be telling you that he entered through the window. How you longed to see him, today had been impossibly long and he had a subtle way of making everything better.

As you shuffled your way into the elevator, smacking the button awkwardly with your elbow, you impatiently watched as you rose through the levels of your apartment building.

It felt like a century. But eventually you were met with the sweet ding of the elevator reaching the correct floor. You dragged yourself one last time out of the elevator and down the hall, however instead of the sound of sweet guitar cords you were met with silence.

You anxiously creep down the hallway. When Hobie comes over he always plays his guitar loud enough for the whole floor to hear. As annoying as it was to your neighbors you couldn’t find it in you to ask him to stop, the sweet melody melting the stress right off your bones.

You somehow manage to mangle your key out of your pocket without putting anything down, and as soon as you’re inside you’re dropping your groceries without a care in the world and pulling out your phone.

As you unlock it your worst fear is confirmed, it was Hobie texting you alright. Him not playing his guitar almost certainly meant something was horribly wrong. To make matters worst Hobie had said he had a “surprise” for you. That made the anxiety in your stomach twist even harder, the idea of one of Hobie’s many enemies capturing him, or using you to get to him sparking to life in your mind.

You leave the door to your apartment open a crack, just incase you need to run, and creep down the hallway. The door to your bedroom is open just a crack, and light is spilling out of your room, causing you to hold your breath as you creep closer.

You perch on your toes, hoping to decrease the chance of someone hearing you as you near the door, hands posed at your side, ready to fight for your life or run as fast as your legs could carry you at a moments notice.

You lean on the door frame and push the door open another few inches using the side of your foot, holding your breath as the hinges let out a loud squeak.

When you don’t hear any immediate threats coming from inside the room you carefully shift your weight forward, gripping the door frame like it would keep you from harm.

You feel your heart leap with relief as you see not one of Hobie’s enemies, but Hobie himself. He’s sitting in your desk chair, facing the closed window. He has his guitar in his hands, but that is not what stands out to you. Instead what stands out is the pair of headphones on his head, forcing his wicks out of the way in a messy way that shows he has not taken much care when placing them on his head in the first place.

You scrunch your nose in delight at the comical sight and decide that some teasing is in order, after the near heart attack he gave you.

You creep forward, your movements reminding you of a cat as a Cheshire grin grows on your face. You still completely when you’re in pouncing distance and you see Hobie’s finger still on his guitar strings. A small cue, but one that indicated you’re plan would be foiled if you didn’t attack right… Now!

You pounce forward, you barely feel your nails scrap the thread of Hobie’s shirt before a firm force is pressing on your stomach, pushing you up and over yourself.

You can barely breath, a second and an eternity pass as you crash through the air.

You don’t think you’ve ever hit anything as hard as you just did.

The top of your head and one of your shoulders feel the crunch of the impact first, but it does nothing to slow your movements as your thighs crumple downwards you, and then past you still.

It doesn’t take you long to realize that you’re falling.

Not that you had a long time to realize.

You didn’t realize that you had the instinct to face the ground. Was that something that was impeded in every human? Or were you simply privy to this trait as you saw your boyfriend leap through the air on a near daily basis?

Whatever the cause, your descent is stopped by the feeling of something pulling on your back. It reminds you of how a bully would pull on your backpack in middle school, only if the bully was a double-decker bus instead of a 12 year old.

Your internal debate on the nature of 12-year-old assholes is stopped as you feel an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you in through the cracked frame of a window.

You didn’t remember being pulled in the wrong way through the air. Traveling in reverse. But it would be impossible to forget Hobie’s face staring at you with as much concern as you’ve ever seen on it, eyes wide and almost glassy.

You can feel the tightness of his grip on your shoulders, and you’re sure his fingerprints will be imprinted in your skin. You can see his mouth moving quickly but you can’t hear his voice.

You look vaguely at the busted window frame, the wood is cracked and splintering in nearly a hundred places. You fear your landlords reaction when he sees that. How are you going to explain it?

You feel Hobie gently brushing your forehead with his thumb, pulling you from your thoughts. You look down and see small specks of glass, almost like glitter, dusting your lap. You raise a hand to your head and it comes back a deep vermilion, you swear it sparks the same as that damned glitter.

You feel Hobie’s hand on your cheek, turning your eyes towards him.

“You with me?” Hobie’s eyes are large and concerned, troubled brows peering at you.

You can barely find the strength to make eye contact, mind still far off, falling through the atmosphere, clouds catching in your throat.

You feel Hobie’s firm thumb on your cheek, consistent pressure pulling your mind back down to earth.

“Hey now. Focus on me.”

You blink a few times, and slowly feel your bones becoming solid once more. You can hear the traffic out the window, Hobie’s breathing, feel the warmth of blood on your head. You find your chest naturally matching the rhythm of Hobie’s as he breathes deeply, prompting you to copy him.

You go to reach up to your head once more, intent of seeing how bad your injury is, but Hobie grabs your wrist and pulls your hand back down.

He stares at you for an intense moment before he scoops you up bridal style, being so incredibly gentle as he stands.

“Let’s get you cleaned up Luv.” He sounds more quite and subdued then you have ever heard him. He walks oh so gently, slow and smooth so as not to bump or jostle you.

He sits you down on the counter of the bathroom gently, and pulls a first-aid kit out from under the sink. Typically it is you patching him up after patrol, looks like the tables have turned this time.

He works in utter silence. His first mission is staunching the wound on your head. It’s no where near the point of requiring stitches, it had simply bleed a lot as head wounds are prone to doing. He cleans the wound efficiently, and before you know it the wound is hidden by a thick, white bandage on your forehead.

The rest of your wounds are thankfully small, and don’t take much treatment. After a few wipes from a damp cloth and some Neosporin your wounds are treated. The only evidence that still prove the incident occurred recently is your blood stained clothing.

Hobie stays in the same spot he was in as he treated your wounds, hovering almost. His normally large presence has shrunk and if your didn’t know better you’d say he was trying to hide himself away from you.

You are staring at your hands, finding your fingers very interesting as the intense silence clouds the air, closing in around your throat you want to say something to break it, but your throat chokes in on itself as soon as you open it.

“I’m sorry.”

Hobie looks so small as he whispers those words to you. His hands are ghosts on your thighs, you can feel him, but you’ve never felt so separated from him. He eyes the tile of the bathroom and you can practically see him beating himself up, pulling away from you in a belligerent attempt to protect you.

You gently place a hand on his cheek and turn his face towards yours, forcing him to look at you. “I don’t blame you.”

“I know.”

“I still trust you.”

He glanced away from you briefly, and blinks aggressively like he’s fighting off tears. “Are you sure you should?”

Instead of a verbal response you take one of his hands from your thigh and guide it your head, setting the tips of his fingers right on the thick bandage that lays there. “This is proof that you care. That it was an accident and we both regret it. I trust you with my life.”

He suddenly lurches forward, pulling you into his body with a sob. You hold him gently as he cries into you, rubbing his back comfortingly, letting him feel his emotions and let them out.

You have no idea how long you sat there on your bathroom counter, blood stained clothing as you try to piece back together the broken pieces of your boyfriend without any words. But none were needed.

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simplypluraldesigns · 4 months

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Any SP folder ideas for someone where folders like roles (too many hyperspecific roles) or introjects (too many sources & usually only 1 or 2 per source) doesn't work much? We have been dabbling in possibly making a hierarchy folder since we're hierarchical, but all we have right now are subsystems (group kind) & birthdays.

Also any ideas for making it look nice and best way to put things in what order? I know I've seen some have something like

Information Folder: SystemInfo, AlterInfo

Extras Folder: Disorders

Interaction Folder: Free to Interact, Only Interact if We Initiate First

And so forth.

I've created a layout with everything I could think of that might be useful for organization. I know you mentioned roles/sources not working well but I kept those in incase anyone else would find it useful to have.

I'm not entirely sure about the disorders folder as I would assume that's just a role thing for alters that hold the disorders. If there's anything I missed that you can't figure out how to add from this design let me know.

I wasn't sure how to portray different layers of folders so I hope these arrows make sense to show what would go in what folder. Also the folders will not be in that order when you make them as I didn't alphabetize them here. I wasn't sure how you would design the folders so feel free to use symbols, numbers, letters, emojies, etc to get them in an order you like.

╰┈➤ Alter Info

╰┈➤ Roles

╰┈➤ Sources

╰┈➤ Fragments

╰┈➤ Activity

╰┈➤ Active

╰┈➤ Dormant

╰┈➤ Interaction

╰┈➤ Safe to Interact

╰┈➤ Interact with Caution

╰┈➤ Do Not Interact

╰┈➤ Characteristics

╰┈➤ Genders

╰┈➤ Sexualities

╰┈➤ Romantic Orientation

╰┈➤ Amory

╰┈➤ Species

╰┈➤ Ages

╰┈➤ Alter Types

╰┈➤ Brainmade

╰┈➤ Introject

╰┈➤ Regressors

╰┈➤ Age Regresses

╰┈➤ Pet Regresses

╰┈➤ Verbality

╰┈➤ Extra

╰┈➤ Split Dates

╰┈➤ Birthdays

╰┈➤ Front Status

╰┈➤ Has Fronted

╰┈➤ Has not fronted

╰┈➤ Will not front

╰┈➤ Sign Offs

╰┈➤ Has Sign Off

╰┈➤ Does Not

╰┈➤ Profile

╰┈➤ Fully Filled Out

╰┈➤ Missing Info

╰┈➤ Updates Needed

╰┈➤ System Info

╰┈➤ Hosts

╰┈➤ Co-Hosts

╰┈➤ Frequent Fronters

╰┈➤ Subsystems

╰┈➤ Side Systems

╰┈➤ Layers

╰┈➤ Innerworld Housing

╰┈➤ Groups

╰┈➤ Social Groups

╰┈➤ Role Groups

╰┈➤ Families

╰┈➤ Romantic Relationships

#cdd system #did osdd #did system #did/osdd #osdd #osddid #polyfrag system #osdd system #pdid system #pdid #simply plural #system stuff #simply plural layout

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anonymooseforever007 · 1 year

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Romantic Escape

(Tommy Shelby x female reader)

Summary- After being confined to Arrow House for a week because of a small concussion, Y/N is determined to get out. But considering how overprotective Tommy's been recently she'll have to be smart if she'd to make it. To trick Thomas Shelby is a feat many enemies have tried but few have succeeded. But then again, not many of his enemies have the advantage of knowing him the way his wife does...

Or at least they're scared to get that close....

A/N: Hi y'all! No specific TW's for this one other than usual Peaky Violence, Language, and implications of smut (but non actually happens). There is one mention of a past attack but nothing's graphic. Also this was going to be one part, but then I didn't like how the breakup between scenes flowed, so there is a second part going to be posted in a few days probably! Anyways I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️ WC- 3.0k

Romantic Capture (Part 2)

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It had been a week and a half since the bad accident occurred.

Well, your husband called it a bad accident.

You called it "being a imbecile who'd gotten so distracted trying nicely draw a baby chipmunk out of the house she didn't realize the stairs ended two steps ago."

But in fairness, every other idea for the poor thing your beloved family suggested involved guns or stew. Besides, Thomas Shelby wasn't about to let even his wife herself, label his darling love as a common 'imbecile'....so 'bad accident' it was.

Truth be told you didn't even think it should be labeled as such. Sure you were dizzy for the first two days, but you only almost passed out when you stood up once. AND there wasn't any blood so you didn't even need to go to a hospital. Polly was insistent it was a mild concussion and a couple days rest would be all you needed. But your husband thought otherwise, and here you were days later, still confined to the premises.

You'd laughed at the irony of it. Your husband, who once decided to medicate a cracked skull with cocaine, practically ordering you to stay in bed. The hypocrite. Thomas Shelby was an undoubtedly smart man, but when it came to medicinal advice, he should probably have been the last one giving suggestions.

In the beginning, you could understand why he was worried. Yes, technically you had been "shot" a few months ago, by a rather rude man trying to prove he was more dangerous than your husband. Truthfully, you'd had sewing accidents that bled more. One time when you were 15, you had accidentally sliced the side tip of your left pointer finger off using a pair of scissors. But luckily you father had been a doctor and was able to fix it up at the house with ease. If held up straight though, it did still look like the tip of that finger was slightly crooked, but that's another story. But the man who'd shot you must have been drunk, because even your blind uncle had better aim than him, and all you were left with was a small nick on your shoulder and a small tear in your dress. Yes, it was still terrifying, and both you and you husband still woke up some nights, hearts beating fast with the thoughts of what would have happened if he had better aim. But in the end you were, for lack of better term, just fine.

That didn't stop your husband from worrying more though. It seemed the incident had flipped a switch in him, often shared by new mothers or teachers, who tended to be hyperaware of everything that could go wrong for their young steeds. For weeks after, Tommy had been on high alert, not even letting you go out with Polly alone, and everyone knew she could handle anyone just fine. Though maybe there were some good points to his overprotectiveness.

For about a month after, Tommy had decided to work from his home office so he could be closer to you just incase. This meant he didn't have to drive over half an hour to the office every day and could spend more time in bed with you in the mornings, something neither of you complained about. Then you spent many of those days in his office with him, working on your own projects or trying to convince him to let you play boss for the day. That idea was a quick no, but it didn't stop you from stealing his coat, sitting in his chair and, pretending to bark out orders to invisible blinders while he went to the bathroom. Nor did it stop Alfred Solomons from laughing like an hyena the time he had called right as you picked up the phone. You still weren't over knowing he heard you (as Tom) threaten to "make a pie out of the testicles out of whatever coward dared feed the horses Scottish hay instead of Irish!".... Luckily it hadn't been the time when him and "Tommy" were planning how to hide their secret affair.

In the end, Tommy had eventually gone back to working at the office and only the maids were left to witness your "brilliant" impressions. Soon life went back to its usual order... atleast until you'd gotten hurt again.

At first you thought it would be fun like before, and that you could spend time trying to convince Tommy he'd had better things to do than sign papers all day. Namely you. But unfortunately, it seemed your husband decided that your injuries weren't serious enough to warrant the both of you a bed rest this time. And truthfully, you also didn't mind that too much either. You adored your husband and loved spending time with him, but that didn't mean you didn't have plans that not involving him. Most days were spend either helping the maids around the house, planning the next gala with Lizzie, or going out with your own small friend group. You had plenty of things to do without him.

That was until you realized for some reason, the things you wanted to do weren't able to be done. For starters, you had a suspicion all the maids and been ordered to politely decline your offers to help with anything, even laundry. They'd simply smile at you and let you know you didn't have to worry about it, before offering to make some tea so you could rest your head. Then it appeared that both of you and Tommy's spare cars were in the shop for "repairs" meaning you'd have no way to out to meet your friends. Yes, they could come over, but still not all your friends were lucky enough to have cars and you were often the one driving everyone around. Not even Esme or Polly were able to come over, as Polly had gone to take care of a sick Ada in London, and half of Esme's lot had their own mini cases of colds. Even Finn who lived with you and Tommy, had gone with Isaiah, Curly, and Uncle Charlie to Wales for the week to bring home the new horse Tommy bought last month. After a week stuck at home it was getting old, and you wanted out.

So you decided to hatch a plan. And because you had a sneaking suspicion he started it, you had a good idea who your unwitting accomplice was going to be....

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It was now 6:34 and you had made plans to meet Lizzie at a silent film at 8:15. Though some may not have expected it, you got on quite well with your husband's secretary, and the pair of you could often be found going out to lunch on days when Tommy was particularly stubborn, or having tea with the other Shelby women on the weekends, laughing over whatever foolish thing you'd seen that week. It also didn't hurt that your sweet older brother had shown an undeniable interest in Lizzie, which seemed to be reciprocated anytime they'd meet at a Shelby party. You smiled remembering how many questions he'd asked about her after she'd left the night they'd met, or the grin on her face when he'd "run into" the pair of you on the way back from lunch one day and offered her a flower from a bouquet for your mother. What a wonderful coincidence of course, that your mother and Lizzie had the same favorite flower. So it wasn't an unusually occurrence for you to be seeing her, though you had a feeling if you tried to tell your husband, the last car might just happen to be out of gas. Eventually, you simply decided not to tell him and now all you needed was a way to get there...

And at 6:46 that way came rolling up the gravel as your husband finally returned in the only "working" car left. Standing on the front steps with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a blanket over your shoulders, you waited until your husband had stepped out of the car.

"TOMMY!"

Running up to the man, you smiled wide, quickly embraced him, greeting him with a passionate kiss leaving you both warm. Then you handed him the whiskey, letting him hold his briefcase in the other hand.

"Now, I'm not complaining Love, but can I ask what new trinket I bought today, that deserves this kind of welcome?" Tommy inquired cheekily, bending his ear closer to yours as you lead him inside by his tie.

He knew very well you loved him, and he absolutely loved you, but usually when he came home you were waiting in the living room or helping in the house somewhere. It had become a small game of y'all's too. If he managed to find you before dinner he'd get some kisses and some praises about how fast he'd found you, "your smart love" he was. If he didn't see you until dinner he'd still get kisses but it just wasn't the same.

You'd never tell him your dogs played the same game when learning to play fetch. He didn't need to know that.

Besides, it was all in good fun, and an easy way to try and get him home earlier. He could always work after dinner, but one thing you'd practically demanded the night you'd gotten married was that he was always home in time for the last meal of the day. And for the last two years he'd actually kept his promise, except for the days he was out of town on business. Even then you'd convinced him to have what you called "telly dinners". You'd sit by the telephone with your dinner plate on your lap and tell him about your day. While miles away he'd be listening, happy to hear your voice after being with Alfie all day. Hell, one time you'd even gotten impatient waiting for the call and inadvertently interrupted a meeting. You'd ended up having a lovely conversation with the other gangster himself about how his dog was doing, while your husband mumbled about "fucking betrayal on both ends." He didn't really mean it, but he'd always find something just plain odd about the friendship between you and the gruff man. If was as if the two most opposite ends of his world would come together sometimes and try to take a few more years off his life. But if being friends with Alfie made you happy then he'd likely have to deal with him forever. Or at least until he found a way to make the murder look like an accident....

"Can't a wife just be happy her husband's returned home? I missed you."

"And I missed you every second I was away." One thing about Tommy was that he could be quite romantic when he wanted to. And even if he did bottle up his feelings too often, he still had a sweet talk like no other. "But I seem to remember my lovely wife being slightly irritated with me this morning. Something about keeping her in a cage," Tommy rebutted thinking about the small argument you'd both had this morning.

Yes, he did know that he probably should let up a little on the overprotective precautions he's set up these last few days under the guise of letting you rest. But what he'd not yet told you, is the same day you'd gotten hurt, another enemy had made a threat on your life. And then getting a call, not even an hour later, from Frances about your concussion had thrown him in to a small panic, remembering the last time he'd almost lost you. So he'd taken his chances and used your minor injury as a way to keep you at the house for a few days while he had the man delt with. He knew he should have just told you from the start, but then coming home and seeing you curled up in the master bed, asleep in one of his shirts with a melted ice pack by your pillow, he'd decided to wait. It wasn't until today he'd finally had confirmation the danger was over and he could be sure you were safe. Maybe if your head really was better, he could take you out to dinner to celebrate.... Hopefully that would also soften the inevitable lecture he'd receive upon you learning the truth.

"Well yes I did say that, but I've had time to think, and as long as you promise to make it up to me later tonight, I'll forgive you," you replied coyly, lips brushing his as your words left no room for confusion on exactly how he'd have to make it up to you. "And besides," you said stepping back from him in the front hall, nudging his arm slightly so he'd drink the whiskey, "My head really is feeling better now, so maybe tomorrow we can go out to dinner too. I've been at the house all week you know?"

Tommy drank the whiskey and smirked, spreading his arms open wide as playful show, "With an offer like that how can I refuse, eh love? You want a real romantic escape from this place huh?"

You laughed, before pulling him close again wrapping your arms around him tightly, not giving him the chance to set down his briefcase or the empty glass. After all, if his hands were full, how could he stop you from digging your hands into his coat pockets during the embrace. Loving kisses on his face and neck helped distract him from your less than honest intentions. Well, partially less than honest... you still did fully intend for him to make it all up to you, especially with the small noises beginning to come from his throat as you kissed the small spot beneath his neck he loved. BUT that would happen only late tonight after the movie and maybe a few drinks with Lizzie.

Quickly but efficiently, you moved a hand under the blanket you'd wrapped yourself in outside, to muffle the noise and pulled back from him again. But this time, Tommy has plans of his own.

"In fact," he said slowly backing you up to the nearest wall, finally putting his case and glass on a nearby table and taking the blanket from your hands. You hopped he hadn't noticed the slight jingle it made when he threw it to a nearby chair. "Why don't we start now," he whispered, beginning to leave light kisses on your neck, "I do have a lot to make up for after all. Telling the maids not to let you help at all, and then I had the cars brought to the shop so you couldn't leave incase you almost passed out again." If he hadn't been kissing your own sweet spot right now you might have pinched his ear and began to lecture him on just that. Letting out one soft moan, you ducked your head to press his lips against yours once again. You pulled him closer and grabbed his tie, taking control of the kiss again.

"Nope Tommy Love, I'm sorry but that can't happen just yet."

Hearing those words your husband frowned as he was the one to pull back lightly this time.

"Why? Does your head hurt? I can get something if you need it," he asked concerned. Maybe the fall was more serious than Polly said if it was still bad a week and a half later.

"No love, my head's just fine Tommy, but I got a call from Polly earlier, saying there were some papers you needed to get done by 11:00 tonight. They were the ones you neglected when I surprised you for lunch last week and got knocked off the desk," you cooed at him, running your finger down his chest slowly to remind him exactly what kind of lunch it was. Plus, if he got too worried about your head again he may not let you out of his sight, and your plans would be ruined. It was 7:00 now and you'd need to leave soon. "She said they were very important and you really need to finish them. Therefore, I insist that you immediately go to your office and get them finished. And finished properly too, don't just rush it to make time for me."

"Love you know I'd never rush with you," and you have a small snort at the truth in those words. "Besides, I guess you do make a point and we wouldn't want to anger my aunt would we," Tommy chucked, knowing at least six things he'd said today to piss his aunt off.

"Exactly, so why don't you go to your office and close the door. I don't want to see you until at least 10:30 Mr. and don't forget to double check spelling. Those papers better be fit for a queen because that's exactly what your aunt deserves," you commented, lightly pushing Tommy towards his office. You had him now. So close!

Tommy smiled lightly and leaned over to grab the blanket from the chair, intending to bring it back in his office where it came from. Shit.

"Eh eh eh," you scolded lightly, stepping in front of the chair and grabbing Tom's wrist lightly right before he could pull it up. "I'm not done with that," you took the blanket from the chair yourself and bundled it to your chest, "You. Office. Now. And remember," you pulled close to Tommy one final time, "after 10:30 when you're done with your work, come and find me. And Tommy?" you teased, teeth lightly biting his ear lobe drawing a small groan from him as his eyes closed, "Tommy I did do some gardening today. Why don't you start by looking places where one can get a little less," you lightly kissed his other earlobe, "dirty? Maybe the bath will still be warm..."

Tommy cursed lightly as you placed one final, deep kiss to his lips before pushing back and sending him on his way. You were still in the front hall when he looked back over his shoulder, waving happily to him. And he was none the wiser that underneath the blanket was your other hand....gripping tightly to his car keys.

Romantic Capture (Part 2)

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby #Peaky Blinders

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 9 months

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Speaking of antivenin, what's the closest call you've ever had with a venomous snake? Has anyone in your lab that you know ever been seriously injured by accident?

Also, do you guys keep antivenin on hand for all the venomous snakes you care for just in case an accident happens? Follow up to that, do you have a Dr/ nurse or someone certified to administer the antivenin on shift incase of emergency or is anyone able to administer it?

Sorry for all the questions!!

Easily the closest call I've ever had was a very big, very grumpy, sick cottonmouth. He wasn't feeling well, and we had him out in a tube, and I was holding him and showing the interns and new staff how I palpate snakes to check for intestinal obstructions. He'd been puffing up real big (he wasn't feeling well and he was big mad) and the person who handed him off to me had accidentally put him in a tube that was too big.

So, there I am, holding his snake in the middle of a crowd of interns, and he suddenly slips right out of the tube and I'm left just holding this cottonmouth in my hands. I was able to use the tube as a sort of makeshift hook to control his head until one of my coworkers (thankfully, very quickly) brought a hook over and helped me get him secure again. It was very scary because there were so many people around, and I knew if I made one mistake someone else could have been bitten.

Every other close call I've had has been 100% my fault. There was a time when I was working with stiletto snakes on internship and forgot to put on full-arm guards - nothing happened, all was well, but that could have been disastrous.

None of my coworkers have ever gotten hurt on the job (knock on wood), at least not beyond things like sprained ankles in the field. My boss at my lab has been bitten a handful of times, but he's an elder in the field and honestly I don't know many of the older generation of herpetologists who had to figure out to secure and restrain snakes for venom extractions who aren't missing at least a couple fingertips. It's gotten to be a much safer field to work in the last few decades, but while my boss was figuring out the technique and there weren't really a lot of people to learn from, he made mistakes while restraining snakes and got bitten on his hands and fingers a few times.

We do indeed keep antivenin for all our species on hand. Since we keep snakes from all over the world, we have to since hospitals won't have it and it can take too long for it to arrive if they need to order it. Antivenin has to be given through IV. If an accident ever did happen, we're trained to call 911, grab the appropriate antivenin, start driving, meet the ambulance on the way (we're out in a rural area), and start the IV in the ambulance.

#not a rating #venomous snakes #snake bites

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littlespacereader · 9 months

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Can I request cg!spiderpunk with spidey! little reader who starts having accidents in littlespace and she's rlly embarrassed cause she's a hero? Thanks! Feel free to ignore!

Heck no I’m not gonna to ignore!! I absolutely LOVE this idea!! This is such a huge issue a Regressor superhero might have! Trying to save the world but what if you need someone to save your world?! What if an accident happens while fighting crime?! I couldn’t love this idea more! So I hope you enjoy this fic! Feel free to send me another idea!!

The Little Spidey

Caregiver! Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) & Spidey Fem Little! Reader

Tags: an accident, pull-ups, fighting, stuffies, hiding/reveal of regression, sippy cups, stuffie,hurt&comfort

Nicknames: darling, sweet one, love

Alright let’s do this one last time.

My name is Y/N L/N. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for 3 years I’ve been the one and only Spider-Girl.

Thats is, until I realized there’s a whole multiverse full of different Spider people! Recently I became a part of this Spider-verse, which had its ups and downs.

My universe was completely different from everyone else’s, which took some getting used to. In my universe Age Regession was a normal every day thing for people. It wasn’t shamed at or thought of the wrong way.

I’m one of the age regressors in my universe. I regress really young so on missions I usually wear a pull-up, just in case I begin to regress or can’t find a bathroom in time. And trust me, with the long hours of crime fighting, this has come in handy on numerous occasions.

My suit is designed by yours truly. It has a special feature that wearing a bulky pull-up or diaper isn’t shown. It just looks like a normal Spidey suit. I carry a backpack with me at all times with supplies for myself and some extra gear for missions.

Because regression it wasn’t mainstream in most of the other universes, I kept it to myself. That way I wouldn’t have to embarrass myself infront of the other Spideys. There were some universes where regression was just a normal every day thing like mine but those were rare to find, and it was hard to ask incase the answer was no.

After joining, I quickly became friends with Hobie and Pav, my two best friends. The three of us would travel to different universes and kick some butt together! We really worked well as a team!

Pav always strikes me as a Regressor. But I never have the courage to ask him in fear of him asking me if I’m one.

I often visited Earth-50101 to see Pav and spent time in Mumbattan. But I spend most of my time with Hobie in Earth-138 London.

Hobie and I are the closest. He made me feel welcomed the moment I joined the group. Miguel and Jess can be a bit intimidating at times, but Hobie always takes me under his wing.

He makes me feel comfortable and he never lets anyone yell or order me around. He’s a very free spirited freedom fighter. In London I watched his concerts with his band and in my universe we got ice cream together. He’s versatile.He also has the coolest Spidey moves with his guitar! It’s sick!!

He introduced me to Pavitr. Now the three of us hang out all the time! And when we’re not hanging out we’re fighting crime together!

Despite our close friendship I’ve kept my regression hidden from them. When they come over I just hide all my little gear and when we’re out I fight my hardest not to regress.

So with my regression under wraps I continue to fight crime now not only in Queens, NY but in the multiverse as well! Nothing can go wrong!…….Or so I thought.

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Today was my day off, if that’s even possible for a Spidey. I decided today I’m going to regress and relax the rest of the evening. Hobie is practicing with his band, Pav is on a date with his girlfriend and my watch hasn’t gone off with a new mission. So I’m taking a me day.

I ran to my bed room and grabbed the box from underneath. I ripped the box open and grabbed my favorite stuffie and pacifier immediately. Then I had a choice of sippy cup: am I feeling princess or hearts today? Ummmmmmmm…….hearts!

With my things in hand, I walked into the kitchen. As I washed and filled my sippy cup I started to ramble off everything that’s been going on to my stuffie. Gotta let him know all the juice crime fighting details.

Then I made my way to the couch, plopping infront of the tv to watch hours and hours of cartoons. And hours and hours and hours…..

I woke up some time later to the buzzing of my watch. I quickly jumped up and spit my pacifier out before answering.

“Y/N! Where have you been? We been trying to contact you.” Jess aka Spider-Woman yelled at me.

“Sorry I was asleep after a long day. What’s up?”

“We got another anomaly. Suit up we’ll be there soon to pick you up.” And with that the call hung up.

Be there soon?!?!?!

I immediately started to shove everything under my couch or in the couch cushions. Then I ran into my bedroom to get changed fast! I quickly suited up but not without pausing in my bathroom.

I forgot a pull-up, how stupid of me let me just-

Suddenly I heard a portal open in my living room. “Y/N! Where you at?” Hobie yelled out.

I eyed the pull-up and then the door. It’s okay, it probably won’t be a long mission anyway. Just in and out and I’ll be back before I know it. I’m totally not feeling Little in the slightest so I should be fine without protection. Wait who am I lying to?

With that little pep talk I stormed out of my bathroom, grabbing my back pack on the way, and greeted everyone in my living room. There stood Jess and Hobie ready for the next mission.

“How was practice?”

Hobie rolled his eyes, “Don’t get me started! What practice? I was two second from going on when these guys called.”

“Don’t they know you’re trying to be an artist!” I said all dramatically.

He laughed and smirked, “Oh darling don’t you know? I’m already an artist.”

“Come on you two, we got a mission to complete.” Jess redirected.

The three of us set our watches to Earth-3624 and then we took off into the portal.

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The mission is simple, or should I say was simple. There was a Doctor Octopus found in the wrong universe. We were tasked with finding him and sending him to the right Earth. Only problem is he was somewhere in the middle of NYC. So we had all of NYC to find him…just the four of us…looking for one person…in all of NY.

If you’re saying to yourself “Wow that sounds impossible” you’re totally right.

The night began to drag on and on and on. I was exhausted from the constant searching for hours on end. It didn’t help I was also fighting myself from regressing. But as the night dragged on it seemed Doctor Octopus was winning and I was losing.

My regression nagged at me every single moment. All I wanted to do was find a place to curl up, grab my pacifier and take a nap. But I couldn’t! Not now! I had a job to do!

What didn’t help the most was the nagging feeling of needing to go to the bathroom. I know what you’re thinking and you’re right, I should’ve gone before I left. But I was in a rush! I didn’t even know I had to go! Now I’m sitting on the roof squirming every two seconds.

Everything was so frustrating! I’m stuck on some stupid Earth looking for stupid Doctor Octopus in the middle of the stupid night!!…..Okay, maybe my regression was kicking in more than I thought it was.

“Hey,” Hobie swung up onto the roof I was sitting on. “How’s the search going?”

“It’s going.” I said a bit frustrated. “How about you?”

“About the same.” Hobie said, sitting on the edge of the roof next to me.

“I can’t believe they got us working this ridiculous mission. You think Miguel and Jess could just handle this on their own. But noooooo. Instead they pull the two of us in the middle of the night to try and find this wackjob.” I ranted away.

“That’s right Y/N! Stick it to the man! Let that frustration out.” Hobie smirked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I started to squirm in place a bit. I crossed my arms infront of my chest in an effort to mask it.

Hobie eyed me curious but didn’t say anything about it. “I know Jess is searching on the upper east side. I just wanted to join you midtown and make sure you’re doing alright.”

“I’m doing okay. Tired but okay.” I tried to reassure him. But I felt as though he could see right through me. Before he said another word I changed the subject.

“I don’t understand how we’re supposed to find Doc Oct in all of New York.” I said dramatically.

Hobie laughed. “Yeah, what do they expect? Him to come to us?”

The moment those words left Hobie’s mouth we both felt it, our Spidey sense. Of course we jinxed ourselves.

We flipped backward and just out of range for a giant sign that was flying towards us. I landed back on the roof and looked over to an adjacent building. There, standing bold as ever was none other than Doctor Octopus.

“Hello Peters.” He smirked.

Hobie swung over first. “Yeah you’re wrong on both fronts mate.” He swung his guitar at him, landing a nice blow sending the Doctor backwards.

“Once you go against one Spider-Man you go against them all.” He swung his arms again, this time hitting Hobie and sending him backwards.

Now I stepped up, running up, casting my webs and swinging full force towards the doctor. I managed to wrap one of his arms up, but while I did he grabbed me with another. With my leg trapped in his claw, he leaned back and threw me to the roof of a building next to him.

The back of my head hit the ground hard and for a moment I was seeing stars. I was drifting, I wanted to get up and help but my body just wouldn’t let me. I started to fade into darkness for a moment. Both in and out of consciousness.

It was at this time my regression decided to give in. Choosing for itself that it needed to regress more than anything else. What tipped it over the most was the warm feeling I started to feel between my legs. Tears started to fall from my eyes as I realized I was having an accident.

Then came the float gates. My regression wrapped around me like a warm blanket, trying to comfort me in a time of pain and embarrassment. I just want to go home. I don’t want to be here with my wet suit and headache! I just want to go to sleep with my stuffie at home, my pacifier and my pull-up.

I shut my eyes, not wanting more tears to escape. I had to get up, I had keep fighting. What kind of hero would o be if I couldn’t.

“Y/N? Hey! Y/N! Are you okay?” Hobie’s voice echoed in the background. I could hear his footsteps as he ran over to me.

Oh no. Nonononono!

Hobie and I caught eyes the moment I opened mine. He saw everything already. How could I explain the puddle beneath me or the tears streaming down my face?! I’m supposed to be a hero, someone who takes care of others. But I can’t even take care of myself.

There Hobie stood, not disgusting or confused, but worried and concerned about me. “Awwww sweet one-.”

“I’m fine.” I said with a cracking voice. Tears still fell from my eyes as embarrassment filled me.

I tried to sit up fast but he stopped. “Wow wow wow there darling you might have a concussion. Easy does it, easy now.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and helped me to sit up slowly.

He sat beside me, letting me lean on him for support.

I tried my hardest to talk between crying, “ I-I can explain…it just…just-”

“You’re a Little? I figured as much. No need to worry yourself with worries. You’re okay, it’s all okay love. I’ll take care of everything.” He said plain as day.

Maybe it was the concussion. “What?” Was all I managed to say.

“You know, on my Earth everyone knows about regression. It’s more common than you would think. Plenty of Earths know about regression, even if they aren’t as open about as our Earth’s are.” He went on to explain.

“But all of that doesn’t matter right now. Right now we need to get you changed and padded. Then we need to take care of you and your concussion.” Hobie threw his guitar to his back and lifted me bridal style into his arms.

“Wait.” I tried to say.

“What?” He raised an eye brow.

“Don’t we have to get the bad guy?”

“The bad guy? First off, I don’t listen or do what anyone tells me, especially Jess or Miguel. Second off, I already too care of that for us.” He gestured to the roof across from us. There all webbed up stood Doctor Octopus.

“I already phoned Jess who’s on her way to take care of the boring details. I say we get a move on before she starts ask questions we’re not going to answer.” He explained.

After a moment I nodded my head, wrapping my arms around his neck. With the click of his watch Hobie and I were soaring into another portal.

Before I even realized it we were back in my apartment. Hobie walked us into my bathroom, setting me down on the counter top. Then he began to search around.

“Where are your pull-ups at Y/N?” He asked searching under the sink.

To be honest, I was still in shock from this day. Blame it on the concussion but I couldn’t even fathom that this is even happening.

As I watched him raid my bathroom I spoke up, “What are you doing?”

“I just told you I’m looking for your pull-ups.”

“Why?”

“Why?” He stood up and walked back over to me, “Because we need to get you changed before you get a rash or worse.”

I stared at him, still in disbelief. “Why are you doing this for me? How come you don’t think this is weird and why are you being so-.”

He immediately stopped that train of thought by holding my hand in his. “Hey, hey hey. No more worrying about big thoughts okay? Like I said earlier, regression is something I’m familiar with. I’m happy you have an escape from this life as a Spidey. It’s a safe and healthy coping mechanism. I don’t find you or any of this weird. More than anything I want to take care of you.”

“You don’t see me as a weak Spidey because I’m a Little?” I asked, still a bit insecure.

“A weak Spidey?! Hell no!!” He shook his head. “Do you think Pav is a weak Spider-Man?”

I looked at him confused but shook my head no.

“That makes two of us. Pavirt is a Little too. He regresses around the same age as you. Doesn’t matter if you regress, you’re still a Spidey. Don’t get me wrong, I love Pav and I take care of him from time to time when he regresses. But his girlfriend tends to him most the time, I’m just the babysitter. But there’s something special about you. You bring out a side of me that I didn’t know I had.”

He sighed, “I realized early on you were probably a Little, so I kept a careful eye on you. Before you, I was still the cool artist you see before you today. But I was always missing something…something amazing. And I realized that amazing something was you. Without or without your regression. I think you’re truly amazing.”

He leaned forward and took my hand in his, “If you’ll have me, I’d like to take care of you whenever you’re regressed. That way you have someone watching out for you and taking care your needs. I can see you regress pretty young so you’re gonna need a careful eyes watching your trouble maker self.” He smirked.

“So…what do you say?” He asked.

I honestly couldn’t believe my ears. Hobie wants to be my Caregiver?! Also Pav is a Little?!! But mostly, Hobie the “coolest, mysterious, rule breaker” Brown wants to be my Caregiver?!

In disbelief yet happy beyond belief, I smiled and squeezed his hand. “Yes. I’d love for you to be my Caregiver.”

Hobie smirked and squeezed my hand back. “Trust me darling the honor is all mine.”

“But first and foremost let’s get you changed out of that wet suit and into something more comfortable. Now for the final time where are your pull-ups at?” He said dragging the last part out.

“They’re in my backpack.” I shrugged it off and handed it to him.

Hobie took the backpack from me and started to take all the supplies he needs out.

“So you don’t think I’m gross?” I asked, still anxious about the whole accident.

“Nope. You’re a younger Little. Happens all the time. It’s no big deal at all.” He said as if it was nothing. But he’s right, it really is nothing. It’s just an accident. “Alright let’s get you changed darling.”

Hobie helped me take my suit off. He grabbed me a fresh pair of pjs and a new pull-up then proceeded to change me into both.

“There,” he stood back admiring his work. “All nice and cozy!” He picked me up and carried me into the living room. “See? Nothing to worry about. It’s as if it never happened.”

I hugged him tightly in his arms, “Thank you.”

He smirked, “This is just the beginning.”

He carried me over to the couch and set me down. “Hold on, who’s this?” He pulled my stuffie from the couch cushion. “Y/N you didn’t tell me you had a friend over. Introduce to your mate.”

“Hobie this is (your fav stuffie name).” I said introducing the two.

“Pleasure to meet ya.” He said, shaking the stuffies hand. I started giggling.

“Now, I want you resting on this couch. I’m going to get you some juice and a cold compress for your head, okay?”

The moment Hobie left I immediately started to miss him. He’s only been my Caregiver for not even 5 minutes and I’m already so attached to him. Plus he wasn’t even that far! He’s literally just in the kitchen.

Luckily he returned soon, sippy cup of juice in one hand, and a damp towel in the other. “Alright sweet one sit up for a second,” he sat down on the couch and pulled me into his lap. “There we are.”

He laid the towel on my forehead which felt sooooooo nice! He handed me the sippy cup before he grabbed the tv remote. “Alright let’s see what your earth has on the telly.”

I always thought that as Spider-Girl I had to be the one taking care of everyone else, but Hobie made me realized what I needed more than anything was someone to take care of me too.

I haven’t felt safe like this in a long time. Just leaning against him, watching some mindless show on the television and feeling safe and cared for. I curled into his side and rested my head on his shoulder. He leaned forward and placed a kiss to my head.

We stayed like that the whole night, just Little Spidey and Caregiver Spidey.

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littledollll · 1 year

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Hiya! Love your writing and I've been Bing reading all of your stuff!I was wondering if yiu would write Brienne x Femme reader? I love the idea of the reader having like a pre existing relationship with brienne and she confides in brienne about being frustrated she can't find men attractive and Brienne asks her if she's ever found anyone attractive and the reader gets shy and they eventually end up being all fluffy and maybe smut? Brienne in a strap?

Clueless

Brienne of Tarth x reader

A/n: lowkey think I want my Brienne fics to exist in the same universe (being “Only you”) so ima do that unless it’s requested otherwise

Warnings: really just fluff and love confessions, smut, strap ons, oral (R receiving)

You were waiting for Brienne to get back from the bathhouse in her quarters, mindlessly looking through her stuff just trying to pass time when she came in, hair slightly damp and messy, comfortable clothes and towel around her neck, gods she looked so good- “what on earth are you doing?” Her voice interrupted your thinking as she caught you standing over her desk looking through her things. “Uhh obviously making sure your room is up to code, kings orders!”

“Oh yeah? You wouldn’t happen to be snooping around my personal belongings” her tone was teasing, as she closed the door behind her, crossing her arms. Her voice drove you mad. You played it off though. “Snooping? Me? Neverrr” “looking for something you need?” A genuine question now. “No, really I was just curious and passing time, just waiting for you.” You answered truthfully, before throwing yourself on her bed and turning to look at her.

Brienne tilted her head. “What’s on your mind?” “I can’t believe you said the word ‘snooping’” you laughed. She rolled her eyes at you, also making her way to her bed before sitting down, you laid opposite directions, you fully on laying on the bed while Brienne’s back was against the footboard. “I apologize for my informality, princess.” She joked but looked at your serious again. “Now tell me what you’re actually thinking about” you groan and roll over hiding your face in her pillow “24 years, Bri, I’ve been dating men 24 years, and I’m starting questioning if I’m even attracted to them“ did you causally just come out to her?

“You’re not, I thought we knew this” She replied, You threw the pillow at her. “Don’t be mean! Also what do you mean..” she caught the pillow and placed it back on the bed. “Well none of your relationships have worked with them, you’ve never had a sexual encounter you’ve enjoyed-“ you hid your face again. “how can you say that so casually!” She grinned. “That’s what I used to think when you came to me to talk about it, we’ve come full circle”

“I was going to apologize but I’m not that sorry.” You said, meeting her eyes, after a beat she spoke up again. “So what do you find attractive?” Was she going for a record on how many times she can make you blush or something? “I don’t wanna talk about that, Bri-“ she interrupted you. “It’s me. If not with me then who else are you going to talk to, I need names incase I’m being replaced.” You exaggerated a gasp acting offended. “I would never! How dare you think so low of me.”

“Tell me then.” Brienne grabbed the pillow she previously put down and put it on the footboard, leaning her head back and humming. “I really don’t think I should-“ she sighed in fake annoyance. “By gods, if you don’t just spit it out already-“ you sat up in preparation and took a breath. “okay fine it’s you! You and your stupid messy hair, your voice, who you are compared to me versus the rest of the world, how protective you are, how I have to tilt my head to look at you, the tone you use whenever we have playful banter and the way you just- exist. It’s you. I like you. Actually I love you.”

“Dammit that feels great to say out loud actually!- And I know, I know you’re my guard and friend and it’s so inappropriate and you probably don’t feel the same way-” one minute you were rambling and the next her lips were on yours, pulling you into a bruising kiss, to which you eagerly responded, wishing to get closer, you moved into her lap, arms wrapping around her neck. When you pulled away you were both panting, Brienne looked at you with pure adoration before speaking. “I hope that clears any doubts you might have had about my feelings towards you?”

You rested your forehead against hers, smiling. “I don’t know Bri, might need a little more reassurance..” She hummed, pushing you to lay on the bed before she walked off, opening one of her drawers she pulled out a strap-on, the visible surprise on your face made her chuckle. “Undress.” Of course you complied, she undressed along with you and put the toy on, crawling over you on the bed, she made you feel extremely small, you loved it.

“I’ll guess you didn’t have much time to pry around my room that well, princess.” Not waiting for you to reply, she gave you a quick peck before moving down your body. “m- no I didn’t-“ once she reached your center she looked up at you, silently asking for permission, you gave her a nod. Brienne wasted no time, immediately her lips were sucking your clit making you whimper and grind against her. She snuck two fingers into your entrance, stretching you out, she pumped into you a few times before adding a third, making you scream.

She allowed you to ride her face as you got close and closer to your release but she pulled away just in time to prevent it. “No no no please-! Bri I was so close!” She kissed your navel, crawling up to meet you, her hand smoothed over your cheek as she kissed you again. You moaned as you tasted yourself on her tongue, needy hips grinding against the strap that was resting between your legs. “So needy.. I’ll make you scream, princess.”

Her arms rested on either side of your head as she aligned herself and slowly pushed into you, you sighed as she bottomed out. Briennes head rested between your neck, marking your shoulder and collarbone as she started pounding harder and faster into you. Your nails scratched her back at her reckless pounding, making her moan, you could hear the bed bump against the wall and almost screamed when one of her hands started rubbing your clit.

“Please oh- please let me cum please I need it-“ she complied, speeding up her thrusts until she felt your thighs clench around her, she kissed you, muffling your scream as she slowly came to a stop with you shaking beneath her. She pulled out and took off the strap before laying beside you and pulling you to lay on top of her, hand soothing your back as you recovered from your orgasm. She kissed your head when you nuzzled further into her neck. The silence was comforting, you were falling asleep when you heard her speak. “I love you too, my love.”

#gwendoline christie #brienne of tarth #brienne x reader #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne of tarth smut #ser brienne

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cowboyjigen · 1 year

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when the wind blows aka roger comforting his daughter when she needs him

warnings: fem reader obvs by the title lol, this is really just a self indulgent fix cause i’ve been feeling bad recently and watching the roger flashbacks

the sea was quiet: a rare sight especially on the grand line. but still there was a certain silence filling the oro jackson. it was painful almost. the normally jolly crew had been shushed as soon as the smile on their captains face dropped, also a rare sight.

“something’s wrong.” roger finally spoke up.

“what’s could possibly be wrong, roger?” rayleigh quipped a small laugh leaving his mouth. roger was not amused by his best friends joke. “roger, everything is fine. it’s just a quiet night is all.”

roger huffed, “maybe i’m just tired.” as if they knew something everyone else didn’t, shanks and buggy shared a look before silently skittering away. taking another sip of his drink, roger glanced around at his crew.

“they head in for the night, not like anything is jumping for your attention right now, captain.” roger nodded in agreement to what gaban had said, setting his mug down and pushing himself up.

“right, i’ll head in then.” with a final nod, he moved towards his cabin.

when he finally approached the door to his quarters, there stood shanks and buggy firmly blocking the door. “can i help you two?”

“sorry captain we can’t let you in here.” shanks was the one who spoke up, not to much surprise on rogers behalf.

“and why is that?”

“strict orders captain.” buggy nodded while speaking

“stricter than those of your captain?”

the blue haired boy paled a bit but shanks stood his ground, “yes sir, she said she’d kick our asses if we let anyone in until she said we could.”

oh. oh.

it made sense to roger now. not just the boys standing unwavering in front of his door but also why it felt so quiet. “i’m afraid you’re just gonna have to have your asses kicked boys.” they shared a look, “or if you let me in now, i’ll put in a good word for you.”

the two nodded at eachother before splitting ticket roger through. “but if she asks, you fought us to get it! we didn’t give up easily!”

roger laughed slightly and nodded, pushing the door open. “sweetie?” stifled sobs rang out from the corner of the room.

they belonged to a lump in the sheets that quivered every few seconds when a particular loud cry would sound. “no one’s here, go away.”

humoring her, roger sat himself on the floor next to his own bed. “hmm we’ll if no one is here then i guess i can crawl in my bed and sleep then.” he emphasized his words by pressing down onto the wood boards below which let out a strong creaking noise.

“go away, dad.”

“oh so there is someone in here! i got worried there was a ghost for a second!” turning around on the floor, roger lifted the blankets covering his daughter. “what’s got you like this, kid?”

he crawled in next to her, holding her close. she shook her head into his chest. “no. it’s embarrassing.”

“cant be too embarrassing right? would it make you feel better if i told you something embarrassing first to make it feel better?”

“maybe, it depends.”

roger smiled before pretending to think hard about what he was going to share. “let’s see, back when it was just me and uncle rayleigh i spent a dumb amount of time trying to figure out what outfit would be the best to wear incase the marines took my mug. well one day i was take a bit longer than normal and uncle rayleigh walked in on me half naked in this ugly frilly shirt.” Y/N sat there giggling in his arms, “see? makes you feel a bit better about you right?”

she nodded slightly before frowning again, “i miss mom.” roger stiffened. he too missed rouge, it had been a few weeks since they had last seen each other. “see it’s embarrassing!” tears once again threatened her eyes but roger just held her tighter.

“it’s not embarrassing sweetie, i miss her too.” he combed his fingers through her hair, “but we’ll see her soon. we’re on our way back right now remember? and then she’ll be on the ship with us for a while.”

“i know, it’s just. sometimes i just feel like i need someone to talk to and she’s not here and,” she continued to ramble on before roger interrupted her.

“you know you can always talk to me right?”

“well yeah but you’re busy, i don’t want to distract you because of my dumb troubles.”

“nothing you say could be dumb to me sweetie. you’re still my daughter.”

she nodded, “thank you dad.”

“of course.” the pair sat there in each others arms for a few minutes before a knock came from the door. it opened to reveal shanks, buggy, and rayleigh. “how much of that did you guys hear?”

“say Y/N, do you want to see the picture of your dad in that shirt?”

“don’t you dare rayleigh.”

#i don’t feel like tagging #this has been in the drafts for a minute #one piece #gol d roger #roger op #roger x reader #roger imagine #it’s a roger dad drabble #gol d roger x reader #gol d roger imagine #one piece fic #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #dad fic #female reader #fem reader #she/her pronouns #⚓️; one piece #i want to be queue

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duckedoesartstuff · 3 months

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HOWARD CHARLES!!!!!! HE IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!

IM SO SORRY THIS ART IS ASS 😭😭😭 I FINISHED EVERYTHING AND I REALIZED I MESSED UP THE ANATOMY SO I HAD TO GO BACK AND SNAP HIS SPINE!!!!!!!!!!!! thas why everything is in 144p quality. (also shoutout to anyone who recognizes the lyrics in the art) Ok anyways well its time for character info!!! (um, it's kind of a lot)

Howard Charles (Charlie):

I gave a brief amount of info on him on my last post so its time to elaborate!! He works at the CCC, he's not exactly on the forefront of dealing with chaos, he is more or less just a repair man. Although he is just a repairman, he is experienced with electrical work. (this would come back to help Luccille later) He just chills out in their facilities, repairing stuff and making sure all equipment runs smoothly.

Charlie is actually quite interested in investigating anomalies, mostly cause he is an anomaly himself. His chaos levels are too low for the CCC to exterminate him. The CCC hired him in order to monitor him incase something happens with his chaos levels. His "anomalous property" is literally just having a brick head... Absolutely no one knows how or why he has it, not even himself. His abnormality is so pointless that he just functions like your average stickman, infact it leans more towards being an inconvienence cause he needs to get head accessories specifically tailored to fit his block head... He wants to figure out why he has a block head.

"What am I..... Why do I even exist..... Why am I like this???" -Howard having an existential crisis probably

^^^such a miniscule detail but his hair is fluffy and when he puts his hat on it makes his hair sad and flat (this is visible in the last post i made of him and Luccille)

In terms of personality, he's a chaotic fella and he likes to do dubious things. He's not exactly stupid, he just likes pulling stupid stunts. He is kinda selfish and doesn't really care for other's lives that much. He doesn't mind killing people, which is kinda reflective on how the CCC would do anything to terminate chaos. If its for the better, he'd hurt someone without thinking much about it. (Meeting Luccille makes him start to question this way of thinking)

Oh and some miscellaneous stuff, his primary weapon choice is a pipe wrench. He also uses other tools like crowbars and regular wrenchs, its just that he prefers the pipe wrench out of all of his choices. When he's not busy trying to figure out what he is, Charlie is particulary interested in the Toppat Clan. The toppat clan is a chaotic nightmare for the CCC!!!! (genuine question, how does the CCC respond to anomalous things in the toppat clan..) Anyways, Charlie is quite fascinated by the process of fusion, it seems that fusion is an advantage used by the toppats in battle.

Idk what else to add.... If i remember any missing info I'll edit this post!!!

#art #oc #henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #thsc oc #thsc

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nejiverse · 1 year

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JOINT AT THE HIP

Meguru Bachira

In which I write headcanons about chubby chaser Meg! Chubby! Fem! Reader

cw: catcalling, it’s implied that reader is short, suggestive if you close one eye and squint the other

wc: 700 ish words

He’s never not touching you. As the title suggests, you two are literally joint at the hip…or to put it in better words, he’s joint to your hip cause he’s utterly obsessed with you

Always always compliments you

"You look really cute in that dress, it's making me want to kiss you"

"Will you just marry me already?!"

"You've taken my breath away love!"

"What have I done to deserve such a beautiful girlfriend?!"

And if there's ever a day he doesn't compliment you then you know something’s up with him, which happens very rarely

He's always coming up behind you and literally suffocating you with hugs

Personal space doesn't exist in your relationship because when he's taking a nap, he's either laying on your thighs or his head is nestled comfortably on your chest

He claims that they’re very comfortable and better than the actual pillow

He loves when you put on little fashion shows for him whenever you decide to go on a shopping spree

He'll literally sit on the bed and close his eyes, tapping his hands against his laps impatiently until you finally tell him to open his eyes

You strike a few poses and he'll give you endless rounds of applauses

He just adores the way your outfits define your curvy body in all the right places

He's your biggest supporter fr

It really makes him sad when you talk bad about your body or you're feeling insecure

"You're a dirty liar! None of what you said is true, you're gorgeous"

He would also proceed to stand behind you in-front of the mirror and kiss every single inch of your body.

"I love here...and here"

And once he gets to your stomach, he's littering it with kisses

"And I especially love here!"

Bachira wants to be sandwiched between your thighs all the time

You're against it at first because you don't want to hurt him or anything but he reassures you it's fine

He kisses the inside of your thighs ever so slowly but it's not in a teasing way...he's just on the verge of falling asleep, as Bachira does

He shows you off to his friends everywhere you go and sometimes you feel embarrassed

“This is my girlfriend just incase you didn’t know, she’s so cute isn’t she!”

I mean Isagi is pretty sure he knows with the amount of times he’s said that

If he catches someone staring at you or catcalling you, he gets beyond furious

People seem to underestimate him since his appearance isn’t intimidating but trust he can be scary when he wants to, he’s super overprotective

Exhibit A:

“I think it’s this one here”, you said to Bachira.

In your hand was a small map of the mall you guys we’re currently in. You’ve never been to this mall and it was pretty big.

There was a cute top you saw online and you wanted to get it.

In that moment, you and Bachira heard a wolf whistle coming from beside you two.

You blinked a few times with a raised brow, looking around you to find out who he was whistling at.

“Me?”, you muttered in an undertone, more so to yourself that anyone else.

Bachira’s eye twitched irritably as he glared intensely at the man. His eyes mirrored the same look he had when he was playing soccer except they were sombre and so taut with annoyance.

He needed no words in order to get the man to back off because once their eyes met, a shiver went down his spine and he nervously started to walk away.

You looked up to Bachira with a tilt of your head once you felt his hand at your waist.

“What was that about? You know him?”.

“Who? Sorry I’m not interested in anyone that isn’t you!”, he grabbed your hand in his and swung your intertwined fingers happily.

He always knew how to put you in such a good mood

Masterlist :)

a/n: is it only me but after writing one sentence for a fanfic or whatever i take an hour long tiktok break💀

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7k9sinthee · 10 months

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I have no clue what I'm doing

I've been thinking about a Mafuyu-Like mc (in twst) for a while.. but I've found nothing😭(Mafuyu as from pjsk)

So I want to write it myself but I suck at writing.. here is a:

Mafuyu Asahina!Reader x housewardens+Jamil(twst!)

Also if theses r ooc, I honest don't rlly care. :3

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS🌹

-Riddle, he's gone through a rough and rocky relationship with his mother.. he understands.

-He's extremely patient, although unable to help you himself; Riddle doesn't know how to help with getting to understand mothers.

-If he notices how close you and the Adeuce duo close are, he rarely separates you. Being locked away from the one thing that could help aid you in finding your true self is NOT something he wants to do, he knows how it feels to be locked behind closed doors and being restricted..

-Aids you if your mother ends up kicking you out to the streets. Riddle will become a mother bird if he requires to do so. Just for you

-Hates whenever your mother guilt-trips you, the once you had the confidence to speak up; you were shunned and shut down. "I did it for you!", in which she tore away everything that kept you connected.. everything that could have found the true you. Riddle buys you the items and keeps it at his dorm incase that *creature* tried to destroy it again.

-He is extremely pleased whenever he notices you taking care of yourself again, you've finally began rebuilding yourself. Which means he's done a good job.

-Pleass give him a pat on the back and thank him when you can! He likes it :D

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR 🦁

-Doesn't actually understand how you feel, due to how shut you were. But eventually catches on.

-Whenever he catches glimpses of your miserable state with your mother gleaming so brightly.. it seriously upsets him. 'How could someone possibly do that..?"

-He will take in your emotions a lot more, and even a bit more considerate. Though, don't ask for a lot. He does have his boundaries as well!

-He knows how it feels to be the second option, yet; he was an option.. you weren't allowed choices and options in life. So, whenever he takes you out: he's allowing you to order ANYTHING you want, sit ANYWHERE you want. Its your choice now, he can sit back and chose second if if meant recovery may happen.

-Also takes notes of your mother's manipulative behavior, in order to keep you from being guilt-tripped, he practically drags you away for long enough. Leonas willing to share dorms, homes, beds, etc. If your mother didn't want you anymore.

-Leona doesn't exactly understand how connecting to others can help you find help, but buys you anything you need.

-Another one who's pleased when you're beginning to make a recovery, subtly treats you with a "small" dinner. Eating well is also a part of recovering after all!

AZUL ASHENGROTTO 🐙(I think😭)

-Notices immediately, he knows how to get his way with people. Not that he would use it on you, but he notices how your mother constantly played the "I did it for your sake! This is your mother's happiness" with the pathetic crocodile tears..

-HATES how she does it, especially to someone so close to him? Azul has the twins aid you whenever you need, though through your mother's harsh treatment you were practically first place for everything..

-Doesn't blame/shame you for anything you do wrong, only guides you on how to do it. He knows how it feels to be shunned from society for being "different", he doesn't want anyone to feel that way as well..

-Willing to give you a higher pay (without anyone noticing) to afford items you wanted but were destroyed by your mother.

-His mother is especially good with little children (idk if it's canon but it is now💜) so Azul runs to her for questions such as "How do I aid them?", "What should I do?", etc.

-Allows you to run to his VIP lounge whenever you need, because he also runs and hides. He understands the need to hide.

KALIM ☀️(Oh fuck what's his last name)

-Oblivious to how your mother treats you, but realizes soon enough. (Jamil told him) The way your mother constantly guilt-tripped you was definitely not pleasing in his eyes.

-He constantly pulls you away to parties and pretty much locks your phone away so you can enjoy yourself for once.

-Jamil takes pity upon you, so if Kalim orders anything for you; Jamil makes it as well as possible.

-Carpet rides in the night when your mother is asleep? Heck yeah!

-Gets your mind off of the negative things, he doesn't want anyone close to disappear. He'd end up blaming himself, Kalim doesn't blame you for your want to disappear but doesn't want you to.

-Another buyer of your missing items, make sure to tell him not to go overboard. Happy to see you getting happy! Let's you stay at Scarabia for as long as you need.

-He knows a fake smile when he sees one, it does give him a bit of a scare whenever you try to smile but it doesn't make him any less determined to make you truly smile! (Doesn't take long)

JAMIL VIPER 🐍

-Notices pretty quickly, like Azul, he doesn't appreciate the way your mother just uses you so easily.

-He was forced to stay medium-low for Kalims sake, but being forced to be the best and not being able to care properly? Not his thing.

-Takes care of you if you can't bring yourself out of bed, but is extremely patient with you along the way. You aren't as bad as Kalim.. (his words, not mine)

-Always willing to open up his arms for just you!

-Whenever you thank him for helping you recover quite a bit, he's ecstatic. He's used to hearing everyone thank him but the way you thanked him, it got him all giddy inside.

-VIL 🛐 (Oh fuck another lastname)

-Also another one to catch on quickly. He quickly snatches you away from your mother. Vil constantly does your makeup, skincare, meals, etc. But he isn't rough with you like how he is with Epel, he's gentle and takes his time. He wants you to enjoy this as much as possible and forget about how cruel that *being* was.

-Could he even call her your mother? Nope. Whenever he comes to pick you up he greeted her with "Hello, I'm here to pick up your child, (Name). It's an emergency so please retrieve them quickly." CONSTANTLY fights the urge to taught her. So he just mutters under his breath.

-Allows you to stay at his dorm if you need to, but sharing rooms is a no go. He'll keep your room close to his but that's all.

-VIl does NOT allow her to be close to you whenever he's with you. Oh she's just around the corner? Looks like I forgot something back at the previous store, let's go back!

-When he notices how close you were with the rest of the first years, he let's you AND Epel free for an amount of time. You were practically ripped away from communication with your friends when your mother still had reign over you, and being like *that* thing is NOT what he wants to be, he's played enough villian roles.

-Probably destroys her status online.

IDIA SHROUD 💀

-Invites you HIMSELF a lot more often once he notices, he informs Ortho in the most sugar-coated way possible so he'd have his side-kick brother aiding him when he was too nervous.

-Let's you play whatever you want, though he notices how you struggle to pick when presented so many new options that could lead to something new. So he starts off with picking between 2-3 games.

-Ortho recommends things to you if you still struggle! Ortho also is displeased with how low your mental health is, as he's scanned. (Don't worry, he doesn't blame you)

-Both are patient with you and always willing to lend a hand. When your mother destroyed your communication, Idia offered up some "spare" items he had (he literally bought phones, laptops, etc. Last second for you😭).

-Idia understands how it feels to lose someone close, being isolated away from them with not knowing their status is scary.

-He sometimes reaches out to his parents and even the school staff for help.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

-He doesn't exactly notice it as "bad", he believes it's just some human nature of sorts. But takes strong notice of it. And whenever your mental health is in decline, evidence piles up; he's taking you to Disomnia immediately and having sweets with you. Malleus even offers up some of his icecream.

-Sebek isn't exactly proving of it, but who is he to deny his prince? He aids you whenever you need help.

-Silver also acts as a guard for you, whatever is Malleus', is to be protected.

-Lilia is the first person Malleus runs to for help, often gaining guidance. Though most techniques are outdated..

-When your items were destroyed, you were so unsettling quiet so Malleus JUST had to get these back, not matter the cost. He wants to see you smile at the very least.

-Behind closed doors Malleus is picking you up and cradling you as gently as faely possible, I mean you're a fragile glass pearl to him! He's NOT allowing bullying, so he'll have one of his guards watch over you.

-Let's you stay at his dorm AND his room, if you aren't comfortable with sharing a bed? No problem! Whole new bed for you, he even gives you free reign on decoration in the room.

-Also enjoys watching the fish in the aquarium with you when cuddling/being close.

EXTRAS!!!! (Staff+Grim) NO shipping here tho, all parental figures(little brother for Grims part) :D

CROWLEY 🪶

-HIS student, HIS child being absolutely controlled by such a monster? FUCK no!

-He's immediately taking you back, he allows you to live with him. Gives you your own room!

-Gentle parenting, but he acts a bit goofy sometimes.. he's a mix between father crow and fun uncle crow!

-Allows you to take Grim with you, though Grim as to pay for himself (💔)

-Whenever your mother beckons you back, he's with you and NOT allowing her to manipulate you again, Crowley is not allowing her to ever get her way with you ever again. "Oh I did it for you!" Shut your b-(long string of beeping)

CREWEL 🐩

-Papa immediately realizes, snatches you in an instant. Now you share homes with him! He even buys an aesthetically pleasing aquarium for you, enjoys watching you just watch the little fishes run back and to your fingers. It's like watching a pup trying to figure out how things work😭

-Treats you to random things, you didn't do all too well on a test but did pretty good? Great job! His one goal is to help you figure out that being the best isn't always the only option in life.

-Even though he despises(he secretly favorites them) the Adeuce duo along with the other first years, he'll allow you to hang out with them.

-Listens to the music you produce and praises you well, but that doesn't mean he won't critique it a bit. (Don't worry, he's not too mean with it)

-Also keeps you away from your mother, but gives you free reign to communicating to her if you ever wanted to. Crewel is fully supportive alone the entire way.

VARGAS 💪

-Doesn't really notice but takes in count how down you look, he's going a bit easier on you due to this.

-Has a discussion with the rest if the staff about the behavior, if he realizes that the reason was you mother; your mother is in for one hell of a talking.

-He even offers to adopt you instead of keeping you in a hell hole.

I can't remember his name (the history old dude with the cat😭) 🐈‍⬛️

-He has two children of his own(I think) and already treats you like one of his in school, plays favorites but VERY, VERY subtly.

-Realizes why you've been so down fairly easily, allows you to stay after classes to do your homework! Whenever you stay for too long and end up falling asleep, the cat(Luca or something) falls asleep on you, purring loud enough for you. Grim does get jealous, but Luca gives up his seat for Grim eventually.

-He knows how close you and Grim are, along with the first years, so he'll NEVER separate you two. Oh homework? He'll consider it one since you both count as one whole student!

-Never rushes your work, what good is rushed work after all? Gives you extra time whenever you accident forgot. Your healing from trauma, so pressuring you into work is just rubbing salt into the wound.

-Allows you to stay at his home whenever you need a place to sleep. His daughters actually really enjoy you as company and consider you a part of the family already!

SAM 👥

-His shadow constantly hovers over you like a hawk whenever you enter the shop.

-Sams a fun uncle dude, so when he saw you slouching and pretty upset, he just has to know what happened!

-His little imp in danger? No problem! He's right beside you, he can have some first year cover for him. He's constantly supporting you along your way of healing.

-If you need help with making decisions, this is your guy! He knows the ups and downs of everything, he even knows a few tricks to get the price just right.

-His shadow really, really disproves of your mother and scares her whenever she tries to buy something from Sam's shop.

-Whenever you take over his shift, which rarely happens but does, he let's you take a little reward for yourself when you're done! A little treat for being such a good kid.

GRIM 🐈‍⬛️💙

-He knows IMMEDIATELY. Before it even happens. Grim knows you like the back of his hand, he won't admit it but he's always considered himself the "Great *Big* Brother Grim!"

-Although he wants to be the older sibling, he just wants to be the one cradled. He often curls up to you and purrs, the way just smile (no matter how small) makes him happy.

-You're the best sibling he could ever ask for, you're always treating him and making sure he's safe. So how it's his turn!

-Does ask everyone who overblotted to help! You helped them so now it's their turn. He's happy whenever he sees you eating well, staying hydrated, sleeping well, and balancing work. But if you still struggle a bit, he's making sure you follow schedule! Since Grim is pretty cat-like, he's got a schedule screwed into his head.

-Constantly check-ups are a need! He doesn't want to lose someone close to him, he lost his family once; he's not going to let this one slip past his fingers.

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salti-thelatediagnosedautist · 1 year

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tips for making your business more accessible for autistic people :)

(Please keep in mind these points only cover accessibility for autism. Of course I believe that we should make all spaces as accessible for everyone as possible, but please make your own post if you wish to write about another disability to help keep this one to the point!)

Use LED lights instead of fluorescent lights. Hypersensitive autistic people can often see them flickering and/or hear them humming and it can be extremely overwhelming. Try to keep lighting even and the actual lights themselves away from eye level. Fix flickering lights as soon as possible. I've personally had panic attacks JUST from flickering lights.

Have a consistent, average room temperature. Making your business extra hot or extra cold can be really overstimulating.

Don't play music. Having loud music, or any music at all, can be really distracting and overwhelming. If you must play music, keep it quiet, but loud enough to hear the lyrics clearly. A distant, quiet, incomprehensible noise can be just as distracting as a really loud noise.

Train employees to be tolerant and understanding of non-verbal forms of communication. Even teaching basic, work-related sign language can be helpful! (For the autistic and deaf community!) Provide each counter/worker with a note pad and pen for just-in-case.

Ensure that each item only has one price tag. Having multiple, overlaying price tags can be extremely distracting.

Make price tags clear and direct. Often I notice that price tags will use abbreviations or shortened (or lengthened!) versions of the product name on the tag. This can be really confusing. Keeping it as close to the name on the product as possible is much more helpful. It could even be helpful to have a small photograph of the item on the tag.

Have automatic doors if possible. Many autistic people struggle with co-ordination and having an automatic door can be really helpful.

Avoid bright and distracting colours when possible. Bright colours (such as neon, or fire-truck red) can be extremely overwhelming for autistic people.

Make click + collect an option for your store. If you do this please ensure to keep it updated to keep house-bound people in the loop! Be sure to also not upcharge items simply for being click and collect.

If you make your own products, please try to ensure that packaging and usage is easy and accessible. Many autistic people struggle with fine motor-co-ordination, or have hypermobility, which can make opening packages and other items difficult.

Have hand sanitiser and sanitising wipes available for use.

Have benches or a seat in your store incase anyone gets tired/needs a rest before they continue shopping.

Have clear directions on purchase instructions. Many restaurants, for example, do not directly state if they take your order at your seat, or if you order at the counter. Having these things directly written on a sign, AND on your website, can be extremely helpful to autistic people. We often research stores/restaurants before going and having as many clear directions as possible on there would be a massive help.

Have a clear map in your store of where the nearest toilet and emergency exits are. Autistic people often have trouble asking strangers for help and having this information accessible at all times can be really helpful. Ideally you would have this at your door or your counter!

Keep aisles wide and clear. Autistic people can often have social anxiety/phobia and giving people extra room to browse can be helpful.

Avoid having any loud beeping or loud alarms in your store.

Put yellow tape on the edge of stairs/steps/changes in floor depth. Autistic people often miss stairs/get unbalanced more easily than neurotypicals.

Always have a member of staff present, but don't force greetings. Allow customers to come to you first. Forcing a greeting on an autistic person is usually a sure-fire way to get them to leave the store as quickly as possible. If you must do customer greetings, please keep them short and don't try to sell anything. We can get confused or forget what we were doing if we get too distracted.

Have your available forms of payment written directly at your door/counter.

Have a number limit of people in the store, and enforce a 1.5m distance rule. We are still in a pandemic, afterall.

Have clear signs for where different products are, and a guide for where to find more specific products. Autistic people can often see different connections for items and categories and we may get lost. (ie- when looking for spices we may think it could be in the international food aisle, or the cooking basics aisle).

If you can think of anymore autism-related accessibility points, please add them!

Final note: of course some spaces just aren't meant for autistic people, all the time. For example, a hypersensitive autistic person is highly unlikely to go to a club, because clubs always have loud music. Please consider the purpose of your store/business while thinking about accessibility. However I believe businesses like restaurants, clothes stores, chemists/pharmacies and supermarkets should all aim to be as accessible as possible.

#accessibility #autism acceptance #autism #autistic blog #autistic life #business #business accessibility #actually autistic #asd #oc #neurodivergent #late diagnosed autistic #autism spectrum disorder #autism diagnosis #I didn't talk about masks in this post because that is a whole different issue #that i didnt want masks to be the focus of this post

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rose-riot-johnson · 4 months

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(94 tas) after another spider episode,Peter wakes up in the middle of Central Park,at 5 am,dirty of blood and dirt and naked (technically he has pants but they’re completely torn apart and large) so while trying to keep his pants up and avoid possible people,he calls Eddie/venom from a public phone.Eddie is not happy been called at 5 am but since “it happened again” at Peter,Eddie has to come to the rescue with clothes and taking Peter to a diner for food (Peter will devour burgers,bacon and chips while Eddie eats pancakes)

I will definitely see how this requested fanfic turns out and I definitely will have fun with this request🕷️🕷️😁👍

🕷️🥞What Happened Now, Peter?!🥞🕷️

Genres: Possible Comedy

After another Man-Spider shenanigan has happened, Peter Parker has woken up at 5 am, in the middle of Central Park, as he notices that his pants are completely torn apart, while covered with blood and dirt. So because of another Man-Spider shenanigan that happened earlier and trying to keep his pants up, while trying avoid anyone seeing him the way he ended up. He just knew the only thing he can do was make a call from a public phone.

Meanwhile, Eddie Brock (aka, Venom) was in the middle a his good dream, before he heard his (house phone or cellphone ring), as he woke up furious, as he shouted, "Who could be calling me at 5 o'clock in the morning this time?! They better have a good reason, whoever it is?! I hate being woken up this time of the morning!", before picking up the phone and said, "Who is this and what do you want?!". He then heard Peter's voice, as Peter said, "Hey, Eddie... It's me... Peter Parker... I need to ask you a favor...". Eddie felt better it was Peter, however still annoyed as Eddie then asked Peter, "What happened now Peter?! What kind of mess you got yourself into this time?!". Peter then explained the situation, especially about another Man-Spider shenanigan happened again and he needed some extra clothes, so after Peter's phone call with Eddie was over, he looked for some clothes, however he also madesure to find some clothes, where the clothes will still fit Peter and not rip. Seriously he wants to makesure the clothes fit both Peter's other form and his Man-Spider form, just incase another set of Man-Spider shenanigans happens atleast once more.

Once Eddie has met up with Peter, with the extra clothes Eddie bought with him for Peter, Peter hurried up to put on the extra clothes, especially a huge hoodie, Eddie has for Peter, before Eddie decides to bring Peter to the dinner. After the both of them got inside the dinner, he somehow transformed into Man-Spider again. Luckily, Eddie did pick out some clothes loose enough where the clothes won't rip this time.

The both of them took a seat before Eddie decides to order some food for both himself and Peter since he notices that Peter somehow turned into Man-Spider again right after the both of them got inside the dinner. Once Eddie orders plenty of burgers, bacon, and chips for Peter, then orders some pancakes for himself. After the waitress (not noticing Peter's Man-Spider form) brought the food over to both Peter and Eddie, the both of them started to eat the food he ordered for Peter and the food he ordered for himself.

While Eddie tries to eat his pancakes, he became nervous just from watching Peter (in his Man-Spider form) eating all his burgers, bacon, and chips extremely fast. Right after Eddie got done eating half of the pancakes that he ordered for himself, he tried to finish the rest of his pancakes, as Peter (in his Man-Spider form) hissed at Eddie for trying to finish eating his pancakes, Eddie just noticed that Peter finished eating his food and he's after Eddie's pancakes he had left, as Eddie pleaded, "Calm down bro.", then letted Peter have the rest of his pancakes, as Eddie rather not take any chances of Peter (in his Man-Spider form) killing him over the rest of Eddie's pancakes.

After Peter finished eating the rest of Eddie's pancakes, he changed back into his regular form, as he fell asleep. While Eddie was annoyed at and frightened of Peter in his Man-Spider form, because of this time's Man-Spider shenanigan had Peter's hissing that threatened Eddie to give Peter the rest of his pancakes, while Eddie is relieved nothing major happened and the clothes Eddie gave Peter still doesn't have any tears in them, not even the pants Eddie gave Peter. So, Eddie decides to order more pancakes for himself and eats the next order of pancakes very quickly before Peter wakes up again...

🥞🕷️The End🕷️🥞

I hope you enjoyed reading this requested fanfic my Tumblr Peeps😁👍As for you @zoeloveconvers99 I hope you had as much fun reading the fanfic, as I had fun reading it🕷️🥞😁👍As for me picking out the possible comedy genre, I figured I really wanted to pick out atleast 1 genre like I do with all the other fanfics I've written and how the fanfic was requested I figured atleast the possible comedy fanfic would fit the requested fanfic🕷️🥞😃👍

#rose riot writings #rose riot johnson #fanfic written by rose riot johnson #request answered by rose riot johnson #rose riot answers #man spider #peter parker #eddie takes care of peter #possible comedy

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