#S0ap's stuff

[s0apysm1les]

Lol okay so I got this funny idea or at least... it seemed funny to me in my head... welp so anyways imagine this: Reader calls yandere Peter Parker by this full name and starts to glare at him when he doesn't do something reader asked him to like maybe not doing the chore the darling asked him to?

CW: Goofy reader who adds extra names as emphasis, couple's argument, angry cooking

Batter Chatter

Peter Parker x Reader

not really a yandere story, this one's just cute! Just gonna drop a good one instead of explaining where I've been all this time.

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"Peter Benjamin Parker!"

Wasn't a good thing to hear as a teen and it still isn't a good thing to hear as a 27 year old super-hero-but-also-photographer-by-trade. He had only just removed his mask and turned to the source of the alluring voice to see the love of his life.

Definitely angry and with a sharp glare in those beautiful eyes... and it's at that angry look that he remembers why he even left in the first place! Eggs... he forgot the eggs again. He only stepped out for a minute! He could go back out-

"Don't you even think of stepping out that window again Peter Edgar Benjamin Parker!" Oh, you're really mad this time.

"I ask you to do one! Thing! What is that?!" Before he even opens his mouth to respond you continue, "Get eggs! Why? For me to make cakes for YOUR office party that YOU signed me up for!" It was technically his boss, J Jonah Jameson, who signed you up for it but Peter didn't want to bring that up and earn more ire. Why the Daily Bugle is hosting a potluck, he doesn't know but it is a test of all the worker's ability to cook and everyone is pulling all stops.

He was specifically told "Parker, since it seems the only thing you're capable of doing is bringing half-shot photos of Spiderman, I don't trust you to bring in anything edible. You better leave it to that girlfriend of yours. Mary Jane or whatever."

"Ah, it's actually-"

"Don't correct me, Parker. Didn't I just say 'or whatever'? Whoever it is, I'm sure it's better than you! Have them bring it in or else!"

And with that, you were unwillingly listed in the catering field for the next week as you figure out what to bring, what you need and how you'll do it in the small apartment kitchen. With Peter hovering over your shoulder, you settle on bite sized portions of three types of cake, lemon pound cake, chocolate cake and strawberry cakes, each with little pads of icing or glaze on top. Peter called them cupcakes, you called him uncultured in the kitchen. "Petit Fours" you called them.

And all you asked of him was to bring you a 24 pack of eggs... which he didn't...

"Peter Edgar Johnson Parker! Are you listening to me?!"

"Yes, of course! I'm sorry! I promise I'm listening."

"Then why didn't you do what I asked! You decided to just fight random thugs on the street again." Your voice went from dry anger to wet anger. You sounded like you were going to cry. "It wasn't even any of your big bad enemies. The police could have taken care of these guys! Why don't you care about me?" You finished by dropping your head and hugged yourself.

Peter drops his mask and races to your side and attempts to both hug you and lift your face to look at him.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry. Look at me, please?"

"No" You cry out, head still dropped and trying to hide yourself from him. You're immediately embarrassed because you're crying over such a little thing as a carton of eggs that you yourself could've gotten in the interim - remembering you had actually done so after he left.

You already knew that he was going to stop and fight some bad guys. It's his job. And he has to do this to keep you safe. You know this, you do. But just, over and over and over again. He forgets what you ask him to remember when he's fighting and it's to the point where it feels almost purposeful and that you're not worth remembering.

You wipe your eyes and sniff. You're mad. Stay mad. You remind yourself.

"Get out." You say. Trying to make it not obvious that you're crying and failing as he looks at your red shiny eyes.

"What? No wait -"

"Peter Charles Edgar Johnson - whatever the - PARKER!" You yell out. "Get out of the living room! Get out of the kitchen! Let me cook in peace!" You push away from him and watch his strong arms drop limply to his side, bumping off of his body as they fall.

Calling the expression on his face the "kicked puppy" look would make him seem less hurt than he actually was. But you were mad and you had to make yourself be strong.

"Go to the room, Peter. Now." You point for emphasis at the doorway a mere 3 feet away. The imposing hollow core door that hung crookedly on its hinges felt more like iron bars. And after a staring contest of 10 seconds, he slowly made his way into the room.

He didn't turn on the light and instead stood in the dark and stared at you until you ahem'd him to close the door with another flick of your finger. He complied...

With a stiffening of your shoulders, another wipe of your face and a full body shake you got started with cooking. You removed the eggs that YOU bought from the fridge and pulled up the recipes for the three cakes you intended to miniaturize and got started. Halfway through the second's batter beating, you heard the loud creak of the door opening and knew the eyes watching you belonged to your sulking boyfriend.

You didn't turn around, instead just let him watch. And as you cooked and moved and decorated, he slowly emerged from the room and sat in the doorway. You assume anyway, because you refused to turn back and look at him, still wanting to make him feel how upset you were despite not being so angry any more.

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With you finally finishing up on the decorating portion, you felt that Peter had moved closer now and decided to finally glance at him. You see him propped against the corner of the kitchen's island and looking at you with his own set of tired and red rimmed eyes.

You look at him, the desserts and the sink half full of dishes and breath out an exhale. You grab a pink iced mini cake and a lemon cake and walk over to him and drop down into a cross legged position in front of him. Without a word and without looking into his eyes you pass him the strawberry cake.

He's staring at your face and you can feel it while you watch him in your peripheral vision bite into the cake.

"Is it good?" You ask after a far too long moment.

"mhm" he says around the cake in his mouth.

You lean against his shoulder and look up at his face.

"... can you do the dishes?" you ask. I love you, I'm sorry.

"Mhm" he kisses your forehead and then leans his head onto yours.

"I love you" "I love you too"

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[kiwimintlime]

new picrew chain! make yourself a silly little clown:

tagging: @dip-the-stick @greiiliss @apricior @icy-book @landrick-lycidas @mthevlamister @darlingmissmoth @lemonofthevalley @postal-inspector-groat @anxious-mess19 @thetiniestastronaut @i-am-the-egg @i-3at-s0ap @oneinchfrog @alexcant578 @likelyscam @javasquats @lex-the-lesbiann @macaro-mochi @overdramatic-queer-antagonist @renepessimisticfanboi @psyduckz @raemeh @justablah56 @officialgleamstar @oakay @willcamposleftnut @shickzander @mcleavemealone @l3m0n4d3-st4nd @starlitcityy @soup-child @mothman-in-a-trenchcoat @maxwellamus @coolermick @bad-ads @dammitradar @kazooyay

and anyone else who wants to join ofc! the more the merrier!

[officialgleamstar]

15 people, 15 questions

i was tagged by @webedragons on the 26th :D thank you sm!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

my name, after a fictional character, yeah. my birth name, also yes, i was named after both of my great-grandmothers on my mom's side!

2. When was the last time you cried?

earlier this week i think, which is crazy because i rarely ever cry LMAO but its not been a great time for me

3. Do you have kids?

nope, no intentions to either

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

as a kid: tee ball, soccer, and basketball. as an adult, i just do occasional contra dance, if that counts

5. Do you use sarcasm?

me? sarcastic? never (tone: sarcasm)

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

generally i focus on appearance in general rather than specific details!

7. What’s your eye color?

hazel :]

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

yes. both.

9. Any talents?

like, natural talents? XD ive always been a pretty good writer, even when i was a kid (for my age anyways), so that i guess

10. Where were you born?

same place i live now 👍 like literally within a 20 minute drive

11. What are your hobbies?

lots of stuff! writing, drawing, book-binding, biking (especially trail biking), skateboarding, video games, i wanna get back into ttrpgs... im one of those people who is constantly distracting herself LOL

12. Do you have any pets?

no, but ive been having a reoccurring dream recently about owning an orange cat named princess and im taking it as an omen of things to come

13. How tall are you?

5'4", nearly 5'5"

14. Favorite subject in school?

always was art or english

15. Dream job?

i would love to do art full-time!! not commissions or anything, but art made for museums and galleries, or maybe public installations like i did for my senior thesis :]

Tagging: ohhh this is the part im bad at. okay. yes. im sure like half of these people have done this exact tag recently, so please disregard if you have or if you just dont feel like it. lots of love <3 @isadora-greenhall @zillylilguyz @lex-the-lesbiann @cubey-cube @cookies-over-yonder @llumimoon @pariskim @kaseyskat @happi-tree @aximili @i-3at-s0ap @sparklehoard @bidoofenergy @skelekidd @bildads-beard

[microphone-ii]

!! Microphone Posting Side Blog !!

Main account :: @maxphilippa !!!

;; This blog will have doodles/small artsof Microphone from Inanimate Insanity since she deserves love!

;; You can make requests! Do keep in mind that I WON'T draw any T4co/Mic or S0ap/Mic, or anything about Microphone and Knife being siblings.

;; You can request ships but I can also be allowed to not take the request if the ship is not my cup of tea or I just find it boring.

;; You can also send asks as if you were asking Canon Mic about stuff cuz. Why not?

;; Bi & Trans Microphone real!

;; This Mic blog takes place Post S2.

!! Justin has stated that he's okay with Microphone and Knife being shipped !!

Emojis under read to keep up with who's talking:

💛 - Me, the runner of the blog.

🎤 - Microphone.

🗡 - Knife.

🥒 - Pickle.

📱 - Mephone4.

🥃 - OJ.

🏆 - Trophy.

(Will be updated as they appear.)

[i-3at-s0ap]

New intro post because why not <3

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✩ About me ✩

⭑ I'm not sharing my real name on here

⭑He/They

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@custom-dolly is my doll + doll house making side blog!

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@i-3at-s0ap-art-archive is where you can find an archive of the art I post!

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✩ Fandomz ✩

⭑Dungeons and Daddies

⭑House MD

⭑Last Life/Hermitcraft

⭑Mouthwashing

⭑Arcane

⭑Dungeon Meshi

⭑Supernatural

⭑ The Magnus Archives

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✩ Drawing ✩

I mostly post fanart but sometimes I do my own thing :)

My drawing requests are CLOSED at the moment, but this is my list of what I will and won't draw.

Will:

⭑fanart for fandoms I'm in (see above)

⭑doodles/random little things (if you come into my inbox with "draw a little beetle" or something like that I will do it in a heartbeat)

⭑OCs sometimes maybe kinda

Won't:

⭑furries (I love you so much but I can't draw them. I'm getting better but still 🫣)

⭑NSFT or suggestive stuff

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✩ Tags ✩

#i eat art - my art tag

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[corg-multi]

silly random stimboard while i try to figure stuff out

sources (formatting is messed up so these are in the wrong order)

📺 gottastim 📺 helium-stims 📺 character--creations 📺 talos-stims 📺 ghostlyplacetobe 📺 yo-gummy-sharks 📺 strawberry-s0ap 📺 polychromatic-trees

[cheezyratz]

teapot and pu-erh for the ask game!

- @strawberry-s0ap 🧼

Music preference: indie pop I guess? 🤷🏾‍♀️ whatever genre Jack Stauber is considered. Though I also like stuff from the 50’s - 60’s (Tom Lehrer’s music is good ^^)

I’m genderqueer

2. I make wax seals

3. I like cats the musical ^^

[raemeh]

hey :D

1. Are you named after anyone?

I came up with the name Rae myself! Not really inspired by someone I knew of or media. My given name however was taken after a Welsh mythology, I’m not welsh however so I’m probably not the person to ask on how accurate it is

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last Monday!

3. Do you have kids?

Luckily not, I’m still a minor

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I’ve played lacrosse, soccer, volleyball. And o would’ve liked to stay if it wasn’t for my anhidrosis

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I do quite a lot

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I guess eyes. Despite the fact I have a hard time looking people in the eyes it’s very common for that to be true first thing I noticed

7. What's you're eye color?

Dark brown to the point it’s hard to see the pupils

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

It’s always hard to watch horror movies for me so I prefer happy endings, however I am a sucker for horror elements being sprinkled around

9. Any talents?

playing violin I guess

10. Where were you born?

Texas USA

11. What are your hobbies?

draw, listen to music, imagine the characters I hold dear pleading for their life, dnd, all the good stuff Y’know

12. Do you have any pets?

Sadly no :( house owners don’t allow it

13. How tall are you?

5’3-5’4 doctors can’t decide

14. Favorite subject in school?

Currently right now my mythology class, but if you to take the core courses and not assign a teacher to them then also math

15. What is your dream job?

not sure yet. I would love to be a character designer though

@justablah56@taylortheanimerangerteen@willcamposleftnut@oakay@oneinchfrog@lex-the-lesbiann@zillylilguyz@l3m0n4d3-st4nd@ike-mcswains-mortician@thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls@piss-wizard-ao3@thechaoticgrey@boywithabeanie@i-3at-s0ap@icy-book(no pressure as always)

15 Questions for 15 People

Thank u @sp-ace-twinkk for the tag :] I love questionss

1. Are you named after anyone?

Locke is not anyones name as far as I knoooww but! My other name Connor I got from my own oc, someone asked me for my name one time and I thought they wanted my oc's name so I told them that, NEVER corrected them and it stuck (It's been seven yrs since then, I don't even talk to that person anymore)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday! I relistened to episode 61 of season 1 of dungeons and daddies

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, I have baby cousins but I don't really want my own

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to love hockey and netball but my teachers never let me on any teams bc I suck at sports

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Very frequently but I'm also autistic so will almost always indicate if it is or not!

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their most prominent colour, everyone is a colour to me, as in like hair colour, clothes colour ect

7. What's you're eye color?

Blue/grey, get told I have the blue eyed stare by friendsand family

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I always prefer a happy ending bc movies give me adrenaline and if it ends poorly I crash, but I do love analogue horror

9. Any talents?

Perfect dolphin impression.

10. Where were you born?

Dorchester!

11. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, reading, playing dnd, cycling and feeding pigeons r the big ones, working on crochet and origami tho as well and started learning how to juggle recently!!

12. Do you have any pets?

Three cats, Zeus, Indie (Short for Indiana Jones) and Oscar Boscar, my sweet, sweet stupid boys

13. How tall are you?

5'7 I think?? I don't check

14. Favorite subject in school?

English and Psychology I looovvedd my psychology teacher in college

15. What is your dream job?

Currently about to go to art uni but eventually want to be a clown, therapist or farmer

Tag 15 people (No pressure! I offer thee): @itsbrucey @flowercrowns-n-punks @iersei @alexaatla @basicallyrj @maxwellamus @marbletheunworthy @paedenstigereye @raemeh @ike-mcswains-mortician @piss-wizard-ao3 @babacontainsmultitudes @guess-how-i-stole-this-body @chemicaleater @thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls

[strawberryshiver]

sooo,,, if you hadn’t noticed i have pretty much given up on this blog T-T sorry if you have a request that’s rotting in my inbox, in honesty i will probably never get round to it. i just found it too much to keep up with running both my blogs at once and i kinda just lost motivation for this one haha. im leaving the blog up because i think it has some nice stuff on it, but it’ll be pretty much inactive from now

if you have horror related requests, feel free to send them in to my main blog @strawberry-s0ap <3

[8-worms-in-a-trenchcoat]

@i-3at-s0ap it honestly depends on the context. because deep cleaning is a normal thing, but for me at least the way i clean my room is probably a manifestation of my adhd.

‼️disclaimer i’m not an authority on adhd so please do not quote me on this (i’m not even officially diagnosed with it im just 99% sure i have it) but i have done a lot of research into this. but if you do relate i highly recommend doing your own research cause “reorganising your room” is not explicitly an adhd symptom just a possible manifestation of symptoms

so for context:

my parents are very frequently telling me that i just need to “put stuff back once i use it” but i find that an almost impossible task so in about a month any flat surface in my room has become a dumping ground for random items, unless i’ve dedicated them as a “decoration shelf”. i’ve heard a lot of anecdotes from people with adhd that they struggle with putting things away and that checks out with the issues with executive functioning that manifest with adhd.

this method of storage i have (with i have affectionally labeled the dumping ground method) means that within a month my whole room has random things piled everywhere and it’s basically impossible to just “put everything away” so i have to take everything (and i have a lot of stuff) out of where i keep it and reorganise it all. this is typically a two to three day process depending on how much i need to organise and how easily i get distracted with making up random organisational systems, just looking at things i completely forgot i had or my phone (i’ve also been known to stand in the centre off room and try and figure out where the hell i’m going to put everything)

and yeah deep cleaning is something that people do, just for me the red flags for it likely being tied to adhd is the frequency in which it happens (i’m not good at keeping track of time so i can’t give a definitive number of times i’ve done this in just this year but i’d guess it’s probably been about 6) and why that’s my method of cleaning (because i can’t keep up with a regular cleaning schedule or just put things away immediately)

as for the not eating for two days, i don’t know your specific situation, but from personal experience, adhd anecdotes and the research i have done that does also align with adhd symptoms. since people with adhd struggle with executive functioning once they’re hyperfixated on something it becomes very hard to break from that task (tho this is not exclusive to people with adhd, autistic people also experience this and neurotypicals as well tho usually to a lesser extent), there’s also research into a lack of introspection (im not sure if that’s the right word tbh) which means that it’s very difficult or impossible to understand what your body needs until the need becomes extreme, for example not knowing that your hungry until your literally starving (again this is not exclusively to adhd but also presents in autism). so yeah that part kind of screams some form of neurodivergence, but that’s just my take

tldr; it’s all very nuanced and the context surrounding the behaviours is a crucial factor when considering anything as an “adhd or autism thing” and research is crucial.

also i’m not saying any of this to dismiss you, if you genuinely think what you experience and your behaviours lines up with any of this go forth and seek more knowledge

but proceed with caution when it comes to memes or jokes about the neurodivergent (or any subcategory of neurodivergent) experience because they typically fail to capture the full nuance of the situation or the context and the underlying symptoms that contribute to the behaviour or experience.

because i believe self diagnosis is a valuable tool (it’s helped me a lot with finding language to explain my struggles and coping mechanisms to help deal with them) especially when one doesn’t have the means of accessing an official diagnosis. but self diagnosis using just short form posts might end up doing more harm then good

*completely reorganises my room because it so messy that’s the only way to clean it* i am not beating these adhd allegations

[s0apysm1les]

Yo can we get a yandere superman (or any character that fits) with a reader who has romatoid arthritis. They struggle to move around or can't handle the cold cuz of their bad joints.

oh gosh~ as someone with Ehlers Danlos I completely understand the bad joints thing. Some days I can hardly sit in bed without crying, let alone getting out of it. I would kill to have a superman take care of me too on those days~

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Yandere Superman x Arthritic Reader

Nothing More Mentality

CW: yandere thoughts/tendencies, reader has Rheumatoid Arthritis, gn!reader, implied stalking, pushy Clark

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When first impressions are set upon, your new neighbor Clark Kent seems pretty distressed upon his first encounter of you gingerly nursing the joints in your hand. Your thumb pressed to the back of your other hand and rolling in circular motions to fight the sharp arcing pain that throbbed through the creaking area. He did not know you well enough to offer this, but he still (embarrassingly confidently) asked if he could be the one to massage your hand.

The quick-to-follow explanation of doing the same thing for his mother back on the farm was some sort of an ice breaker but you still wanted to tell him no... But... You said sure. And contrary to his demure demeanor, his grip was firm and his hands were large and hot while the movements of his fingers immediately had the tension in your body from being touched by a stranger to melt away.

Oh, oh my. He works at the Daily Planet with hands like these? He could be a world-class Masseuse with this talent and never see a day without business. It took you keeping these thoughts together that protected you from melting into his arms right there.

You stopped his ministrations and thanked him for the help. You weren't able to refuse his next request of accompanying you to wherever you were going - to make sure you got there okay, you were sure - And with this humanoid version of a Golden Retriever, you made your way to your apartment. He was very excited to let you know that his room was only four units down the hall from you.

He also seemed to miss the grimace-like smile you gave him back. Was this how they did things where he's from? You couldn't help the little invasive thought that he was making fun of you somehow. You were used to people not believing your need for breaks or your signs of pain just because you were younger than what they expected to be "reasonable" for someone with Arthritis. You really hoped this small town guy wasn't someone like them.

Judging by his accent its got to be from Arkansas or some place like that. He sounded like a country boy. He didn't seem to be quick on the trigger like them, but you learned to never judge by how they appear.

He bid farewell at the door and left you to your simple unit. You had bits and baubles of your hobbies set around each room and you walked directly to the cubby in your living room where you kept a majority of your medical items. While slipping on the compression glove, you couldn't help but think back to that guy once more... What was his name again? Clark...

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After the introduction and a short pause, your life returning to its normal balance of blah days and lasting pains, you were surprised and distressed to find that you had forgotten your much needed pain medication while stuck at work. The clouds had rolled in thick and dark shortly after you clocked in and the pressure was making you feel like your joints would explode. You couldn't help but think that you'd want that to happen, if it meant there would be a momentary relief from the building and pushing and throbbing cold pain from under your skin.

The heavy rain and strong winds persisted through the day, and carried on well into the evening and almost prevented you from leaving. If it wasn't for your coworker Maria offering to drive you home, knowing you couldn't walk in this weather and in your condition. She dropped you off just in front of your building and bid you goodnight. The pain was tremendous but the relief of going home made you push through it. Up until another heavy gust led you to tumble and slam into a road sign. The solid metal rang loudly and your groan joined it and sat there slumped for what may have been two minutes.

A blur of blue joined you in the grey scenery of the concrete sidewalk and a strangely unique set of strong, hot hands held you and supported you into standing.

"Here, let me help you up. A citizen in need on a dark day is a fine neighbor." The deep cadence of heroism made his voice sound like ringing metal too.

Clark? You couldn't help the name coming into your mind. The way he talked reminded you of the neighbor.

The hand holding you stiffened slightly as you analyzed the Hero's face. There was definitely some familiar marks, the eyes, the cheekbones the smooth flawless skin. But it was the oddly warm hands that have become a regular second thought that almost made you sure.

You thought of him?

"Superman?" You asked slowly, slightly putting some of your weight into his grip to relieve the pain somewhat. "What are you doing here?" Shouldn't he be fighting crime.

"Even criminals today have seemed to hold off do to this harsh weather. I am thankful that this means I was here to help you, citizen." His hero voice kind of made you want to laugh, but you weren't going to let him know that.

"Let me help you get to your home. Is this your residence?" Superman quickly followed his previous statement as we gestured to the tall apartment complex before you. You nodded and almost yelped as he swept your feet into a Princess carry without warning.

He floats to your floor and down to your door at your direction. As he sets you down and bids a farewell he turns to leave before turning to face you one last time with one last message.

"Anytime you need a helping hand, don't be afraid to call. I can hear you no matter where you are!" He smiled and lifted an arm to wave "But there are others who can be heroes just as much as me, there is surely a neighbor here or two who can always lend a hand. This is Metropolis, where everyone is a neighbor and friend!" He turned and left surprisingly quickly and you went back home.

You were only alone for you to grab a towel and start drying your hair from the rain before you heard some heavy but soft knocking on your door. Opening it showed a nervous looking Clark.

"OH! Hey Clark. It's been a while! How are you?" You asked.

"Oh! I've been good. Did.. Did you just hear superman in the hallways too? I wonder why he was here." You look to him for a split second before deciding to let him know. He seems relieved you're okay and gives you his phone numbers, both his home and his rarely-used cell phone in case the same thing happens again.

"You don't need to do that, Clark. I just have some pains and they were really bad today-"

"I don't mind!" He interrupted you, startling you both. It seems that even he didn't realize that he could just cut you off mid sentence like that. He was a little pushy, you guess, but he means well and it wasn't as if you *had* to call him. So you accepted, talked for a little bit longer - where he acted like a beaten puppy for yelling at you.

Ever since then you've seen what is basically the city's celebrity way more often than you were used to. Lois Lane herself was constantly visiting your building while investigating scoops and meeting her friend who works above you. You also saw Superman - the object of her investigating - near your building. One stray wave to you as he flew past a window in front of her led to Lois constantly asking about the relationship between you two.

She was... a lot pushier about there being something between you and the hero than you liked. You told her up front that he had only helped you while you were hurt and was merely concerned over you as a hero and the denizen of the city he protects. She didn't seem to agree with your "Nothing more" Mentality. Especially when the Superhero descended in front of the two of you leaving the building to greet you before her.

This was only the second time that he had spoken to you and he was greeting you before *THE* Lois Lane? The woman he was supposedly in love with? What was going on in the world? Lois looked at you in that particular way that said "What did I say?" and you ignored it to greet the overly kind hero.

He greeted you first, pausing and turning to Lois with a brisk nod of his head and her name before turning back to you.

"Reader. How are you doing? Are you... well?" He asked slowly, one of his hands was in the other as he seemingly pressed on his palm in nervousness? What for?

"O-oh! I'm fine. Superman." You spoke quickly, unsure and frankly embarrassed at this scene unfolding in front of your company office. This was surely going to make tomorrow hell.

"I was wondering, if you have some free time, would you allow me to take you somewhere?" There wasn't anything that you had planned for the evening so you technically could say yes but you were really hurting today and you just wanted to rest at home with a comfortable blanket and an ice pack. You didn't even want to think of how hard walking home would be...

When it took you a second of thought to decide, the hero follows up with "Can I at least take you home? I would feel awful if you refused me at least that for burdening you with my request."

How did he always seem to know what was on your mind? You agree to him walking you home, but was startled when he lifted you up into a princess carry once again and began a steady flight above the buildings to your home.

The whole flight you thought about this and that, the people at work, the people you've met and everything going on and why your world suddenly flipped on its head and why a literal Alien Superhero went so far out of his way to take you home.

Your mind went wild the entire time that you flew in the calming body heat of the hero and you didn't notice if he was talking to you or not... He was not.

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He was listening to your every racing thought and he felt his nervousness increase each time your thoughts directed themselves to why Superman was acting so *clingy*.

He wanted to cringe when you thought that but he didn't want to deny how often he thought about you. How strong and resilient you were, how small and cold your hand was on that rainy day... How ever since then he has only thought about you and had actually even slipped up and revealed his identity to Lois Lane. Why she supported his and your budding relationship, he couldn't figure out, but it definitely gave him an excuse.

He was just glad to have your frail body in his arms. And when he set you down in front of your door he listened to both your thoughts and you as you mulled over the words to say.

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"Thanks... Superman... Say..." You slowly pull these few words out of the jumbled mess of your mind. You don't even realize what you say next until it's out of your mouth.

"Are you my neighbor?" ... Silence filled the narrow deserted space you two were in. He stood well over a head's height over you and you swallowed.

You couldn't get the nervous smile of Clark Kent first meeting you out of your mind. The same face that he had again now. Once you said it aloud you couldn't unsee the similarities.

"Wait, wait. Never mind that was just a joke! I don't-" You were starting to ramble and you stopped when you was his shoulders jumping. He was... laughing. Quietly laughing and he put his forehead in his palm as he kept laughing and his large shoulders kept rising and falling viciously. You were about to turn and try to get in your house because it was making you scared when he suddenly stopped- as if he heard your fear.

"I don't know how you found this out when no one else here has-" Not even Lois Lane? You wondered. "Not even Lois, but- Now that you did... will you let 'Clark Kent' walk you home when 'Superman' can't?" His unnaturally bright blue eyes scared you as they stared deep into your shaking soul.

That didn't sound like a request.

"This isn't a request." It didn't feel like one. You swallowed heavily, maybe you should've paid attention to the warning signs.

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[s0apysm1les]

Omg I love your yan geralt x rock troll darling; if it still ok with you maybe some hcs on geralt finding out darling's/reader's persuit was only intended to be a friendship and friendly company while she's separated from her mate and until she can unite with him again but she still wants to be friends with him? I don't think yan!geralt would take that info very well 👀

The ultimate - surely accidental - betrayal and one that you will come to regret. He not only did not kill *you* out of his random benevolence but he even left your comrade alone as well... until he saw the two of you hold hands and seem to lean on each other in a passionate way.

The rage he felt when he heard the clacking of stones that led to him turning and seeing the sight had never left him since then. Even as you treat him the same was you did previously.

The exited nature of matching a rock to his cold exterior and gleefully bringing it to him. Was it just you treating him as a lesser in your own sickeningly cruel way? You treat him like this. You open him up to you and make him connect you to him, make him have a vulnerability. You-you break him. And you can act like nothing happens? No. That's not how this works.

You CHOSE him. You already picked your mate when you sought Geralt out each of those times. The days where you somehow made him cater to your unspoken requests, the moments where he unpromptedly defended you, fed you and saved your life on multiple occasions was you. choosing. HIM.

It didn't matter that you had bonded with this other troll creature before you had met Geralt. It didn't matter because you had made Geralt chose you and with every one of your actions you had yelled to the stars above that you had chosen Geralt too. Don't you attempt to deny it now when everyone who you two had passed had seen everything and would agree with his thinking

If they knew what was good for them.

Your false... "mate" will die. He will ensure that you know this. He will ensure that *it* too knows this. Making a demented sort of show as he flourishes in watching the false mateship end in a gory tumble.

You will learn soon enough that this was only a farce that that other rock troll surely tricked you into.

You are just too oblivious and stupidly kind of a creature to notice that the other rock troll was lying and deceiving you the entire time into a relationship that is meant for Geralt to partake in with you.

But ignorance does not beget innocence you... darling, daft creature. And Geralt will teach you just who you belong to. No matter how much you cry and mourn for that fraudulent thing you called a mate.

Part One

[s0apysm1les]

If you're ok with it can you do some headcanons of geralt of rivia (witcher 3) being yan over a sweet fem rock troll reader?

Originally he was quite vicious to you - being a rock troll he wasn't quite sure if you were friend or foe, but he realized with the way your hulking form flinched from his blade that he was mistaken.

You followed him around constantly, simply enjoying the way he walked through the woods and you commented about it constantly - like you were amazed of a trained animal doing tricks

He watched as you - a being so ferocious and bloody as he, one he had seen rip the head off a basilisk with a simple grip to its shoulder - treated him tenderly as a babe

Even with his previous rejections, you still gifted Geralt boulders and chunks of stone the size of his head on the insistence that "Rocks... Think Witcher...misses see... y/n" They make you think of him. Really. What goes through a rock trolls... head.

He finds himself avoiding villages more often and hunting for food rather than trading.

He finds himself serving you first.

He then notices that he - even as he is - is starting to look to keep you away from others, human or not, just for the primal need to keep you unnoticed by any, be it man or woman mattered not.

You were rugged and rough visually - like the other rock trolls were, that was just a point of nature - but you were far fairer than any noble lady that Geralt had had the trouble of encountering to this point.

Though he had a way of physically wooing the females of any species he wanted up to now without effort, you never showed interest in that field so he had to find something else to bind you down with...

The rocks! The ones that you so often propped up, claiming the similarities between he and the chunk of stone with that guttural sweetness in your voice. They were the answer.

What if he were to gift you with a rock too? Can he take you and bind you to his side with the ways of affection that you yourself display?

He did not want you harmed. He wanted you, merely you, by his side at any and all times. Your rough grip and loud presence. Your hulking stone form with trailing moss that hung like braids between the fist-sized stones on your back. The gentle way you set each stone down on display at the current camp you two settled at.

He even wanted the rage that you had shown when someone had used one of those said rocks to attack Geralt. You had easily crushed it single handedly, revealing the beautiful geodes and shapes inside the rubble that once was the projectile stone. Beautiful parts of the seemingly ordinary rocks that only rock trolls could so easily notice.

He wanted your everything. He couldn't help but wonder if you had planned this whole thing out - knowing that his affection would build into obsession. He wondered if you intended for him to need you like the fire in his heart and the blood in his veins.

Even if you did do so on purpose, you couldn't step away now. You were his... and he will use any magic possible to keep you that way - even if you hate it. Even... if you hate him.

[s0apysm1les]

Lol I just got an awesome idea, how would yandere Peter Parker react to the reader sleeping and cuddling with her significant other that’s not him? How would he react?

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Peter was heartbroken as he watched you snuggle yourself in deeper to the side of the bane of Peter's existence. He watched from across the street and from the roof of a building across the way from you as you and your... ugh ... significant other were watching a movie.

A cold wind accentuated the gap between Peter and you as it sliced down the street and sending a chill across the surface of his suit...

He launched himself over the gap, the web from his wrist assisted him in closing the distance between where you are now and where he once was. His powers gave him the ever-so-useful tact of silence, so you hadn't heard him land just outside of the window that was mere feet away from you. You were so close... He watched your "lover" nudge your chin up to face them and watched with disgust in his heart and a pit in his stomach as he watched the two of you passionately kiss right in front of him.

He hated it

[s0apysm1les]

Hi, your writing is absolutely wonderful 💖 Could I please request/ask for some headcanons with a reader who doesn't want to sit on yandere Peter Parker's lap since she's a bit chubby and is kinda insecure of how she looks like me (Believe me, people are just brutal when it comes to those sort of things 😭😒) Hope I didn't make you sad and if I did, I'm really sorry TvT

Aw! Lap sitting! - never actually did it before because I'm in the same insecurity boat, haha.

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content: lap sitting, self deprecation, reference to yandere themes

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"No, Peter. It's not funny! I don't want to!" You bit out. You were tired of him thinking that making such a stupid joke was okay. Even as you were trying to pass by him to leave he still didn't stand up from the stuffed chair or apologize for his teasing.

"Come on, Y/N. Don't be mad," he cooed as you started trying to slip past him. "All I want is for you to sit right here. Just for a minute?" He patted his thigh and smiled coyly at you.

You felt yourself blush in embarrassment at the thought... and then the quickly following thought of him groaning in strain from you on his thigh and your embarrassment became shame - needlessly so, in his thought. Shaking your head again you go to slip out of the door, just out of his reach.

But with a quick swirl of air around your face, you took a moment to realize that not only were you not out of the room you were also no longer even on your own feet. They hovered inches above the floor as the rest of you was solidly placed on a particular thigh you were trying to avoid and with the owner of said thigh's arm firmly around your back and gripping the back of your elbow.

You weren't sure if your blush had faded before but you were certain that your face was redder now than it ever had been before. You were about to start trying to sit up when Peter locked his free hand around the wrist of your arm closest to him.

"See? There's no problem." Peter smiled at you, his grip was as hard as steel and you found it difficult to even twist your hand in his tight grip. "Now, why were you being so difficult before?" He asked, tilting his head and looking you in your nervously shifting eyes. While his tone is full of warmth, his eyes are cold and dark inside. That didn't really help still your nerves.

"I- I'm embarrassed... Please, let me get up Peter.." You went to cover your face with your hand, but his grip on your elbow only let you raise the arm halfway. You turned your head away from him instead. All inklings of your loud anger from earlier was gone.

"You're embarrassed? Of what? How cute you are?" Peter teased softly, freeing your wrist to turn your face back to him. The feel of you on his thigh, the heat of your body made him burn in hunger. Did you truly not know just how appetizing you were and looked?

He would lock you to his side if he could. Could you feel him? Your hand was so close on his thigh... Yet you seemed to be needlessly blind to yourself. While he enjoyed being able to so easily influence you to keep you close, the knife of self deprecation you seemed to always hold to your own throat was getting more than frustrating. To the point where he had broken character and grabbed you, roughly pulling you onto his leg - where he so desperately felt you had to be... Now, the next goal he had was to slowly "get you used to" this type of physical touch... to the point where you will straddle his waist of your own volition.

There's only so much patience he had, after all... and right now, he was close to the breaking point.