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DMX - Party Up (Up In Here)

Uh.. UH! .. WHOO!

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind Up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out Up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a fool Up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool Up in here, up in here

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick And all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, 9-1-1 shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggas remind me of a strip club, cause everytime You come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to But I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else And we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe They just sayin' that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin' on your back, lookin' at the roof of the church Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts

Off the chain I leave niggas soft in the brain Cause niggas still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough To be fuckin' with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggas is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggas whinin' over puss That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggas like my mans and them Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin – put him in the dirt instead You keep walin – lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS go on meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS go on meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES go on meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside Meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now BOOM

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pittrust · 2 years

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Yall gonna make me lose my mind lyrics

meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside m_er I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type n_ Fake up North type n_ Puss like a soft white n_ Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out n_ runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' a_ is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Off the chain I leave n_z soft in the brain cause n_z still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be f_in with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my d_ and the mic? Y'all n_z is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak a_ n_z whinin over puss that don't belong to them, f_ is wrong with them? They f_ it up for real n_z like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my d_ and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the f_ you gonna cross the dog with some b_ s_? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one s_ All over some dumb s_, ain't that some s_ Y'all n_z remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my d_ sucked And I don't know who the f_ you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you s_ a n_ tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here DMX Ya'll Gonna Make Me Lose My Mind Lyrics

#Yall gonna make me lose my mind lyrics

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brookelynnthetop · 4 years

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Canada Drag Race Ep 1 - Thoughts

Tldr; the judging panel/guest dynamic doesn't work

I love the premier and I'm excited for the season but I do think the show needs some work. Trying to be drag race but not "Rupaul's DR" is a difficult line to walk but I think they're currently missing it.

While I totally get what they're trying to do, theyre missing some key elements.

Firstly, the three judges dont really seem to gel that well and they were all so similar. The female judge for me especially seemed kind of off.

With RPDR there's a clear dynamic: Ru is in charge and the moderator, Carson is fashion, Ross is personality/comedy, Michele is polish, and the guest judge is about the challenge/queen overall. And they all work together really well to keep the dynamic purposeful but not overly critical. They often disagree, they bring different schools of thoughts, and they complement each other well. The judges tonight seemed a bit harsh and mostly repeated the same things over and over.

Secondly, I love brooke so much but shes hardly a funny queen. I'm sure she'll loosen up a bit over time but right now the panel just seems a bit stiff. None of the judges really seemed to bring much personality or flavour and the panel as a whole was missing the funny/lightness.

Lastly, the whole "guest host" thing was just super janky.

I dont really get the point of having a guest host instead of a guest judge. They provided critiques but don't get a vote so don't really have influence. And they aren't really even doing the hosting. They basically just walked down the runway and did the mainstage introduction, so as to not upset the "democracy trio", but Brooke was leading the panel, the critiques, and the deliberation, and was clearly in charge.

I know they're trying very hard to not make Brooke Rupaul and to establish themselves on their own rather than DRUK which was just literally DR but in London, but it's just not working.

Obviously this is all after only one episode, so I'm waiting to see how it develops, but as of right now I think it needs several major changes.

My suggestion:

1. Scrap the guest host bit and make Brooke Lynn the host. The judges still share workroom duties, but Brooke walks the runway (I mean she's the actual drag queen on the panel and the people want to see her!), introduces the mainstage, and leads/moderates the panel.

2. Replace Stacey. She's seems the least interesting and engaging on the panel, and they desperately need a comedic judge.

3. Make the guest host a guest judge and give them a vote. This means four votes for winners and lip syncs, but as host Brooke Lynn is also head judge and splits all ties. This way they retain the democracy, and better include the guest.

This I think will fix the main issues.

Sufficed to say I'm excited to see what the rest of the show will bring and I'm keen for more drag!

#canadas drag race #cdr #drag race #blh #brooke lynn #brooke lynn heights #thoughts #opinions #needs works but has great potential #also how do read mores work??#im on mobile #???#I personally vibe with Jeffrey better but he also has less relevant experience.#The judges all need charisma and qualifications not one with charisma and one with qualifications. :P #im willing to learn to love stacey #and my opinion may change with time #but someone gotsta go

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montmartrasse · 2 years

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hello im gently throwing the first smut (and the first ghost fic!) ive ever written

raindrop, 3.4k, cut for length and very much nsfw content

also on ao3

Rain knew exactly what he needed to do; he had very strict and direct orders from Dewdrop and he was obeying them.

It felt like he’d been going at it for hours now - his legs were trembling, the sheets were soaked with sweat, and the room definitely smelled like sex. Except, it was only him in the room and he didn’t know how long it would be until Dew showed up.

He was having a nice morning - smitten after the incredible night he had with a Sister he’d been eyeing for months. Satisfied and still riding the high of the previous night, he was just minding his own business, watching TV in the Ghoul common room, snacking on his plate of cherries. That’s when he felt the room suddenly heat up, a second later, a long clawed hand was in his hair, yanking his head back.

He felt Dewdrop’s lips next to his ear. “You’ve been having too much fun without me lately, hm?” his voice and whispery breath tickling him, Rain felt a shiver run down his spine. “Gotsta teach you a lesson. You may have forgotten who you belong to.”

And that’s when he gave his orders. It wasn’t like Dewdrop to get jealous - but he was right. It had been a while since they fucked and he liked it when Dew got rough. A nice change of pace from his own conquests with Sisters and Brothers.

“You start at nine pm sharp. All by yourself. Do not stop until I get there. Understood? No stopping. And if by the time I get there and you have cummed less than 5 times, we’re gonna have problems” Dew had growled into his ear.

He had left as quickly as he arrived, leaving Rain weak in the knees, despite having been sitting down the whole time, and stomach puzzling with excitement. He just needed to figure out what to do until nine pm.

Now he was laying on his bed, completely naked, soaked in sweat. He brought the vibrator to his already overstimulated clit once again, trying to build up for the fifth orgasm he was supposed to have but he was struggling. The lack of stimulation except for the vibe was not fun and knowing that Dew could burst through the door anytime, although exciting, was making him a nervous wreck. He tried touching himself in other places, a ghastly hand at his nipples, claws running on his stomach, maybe a little squeeze on his neck with his tail - but it wasn’t helping. He needed someone’s - Dewdrop’s touch and he needed it bad.

Images flooded his mind, what would his punishment be if he couldn’t complete his request? Could he lie to Dewdrop - his mate? What if he got caught - what if Dew was listening from outside of the door, counting his orgasms?

Now, that got him going. Thinking Dewdrop was waiting outside, maybe listening to his whines and hitched breaths made his heart race. He pushed the vibrator harder into his clit, circling around it. The newfound fantasy made him whinier, letting sounds escape from his mouth, not constraining himself. His hips buckled, almost humping the vibrator like it was his lover’s cock. Finally, after what felt like hours, he found himself nearing another climax, heart beating a little too fast, his back arched and hands grabbing the sheets, Rain found himself cumming for the fifth time like he was asked to do so.

Collecting himself, he waited for Dew to enter the room, to praise him for being so good, for obeying him like the perfect boy he is - but much to his dislike, no one entered. Sulking and a little tired now, Rain lazily brought the vibrator back to his clit once again, lowering the intensity setting a little bit - too overstimulated at this point to feel anything anyway. Hardly moving his hand, Rain started to wonder if this was his punishment after all - being made to think of Dewdrop while he played with himself, unable to spend the night with someone else.

After what felt like hours, which in reality was just a mere couple of minutes, he started feeling an orgasm build up once again. He couldn’t help it - deep down he knew this was not the only thing that was going to happen this night and the constant vibration on his clit was unrelenting. His body, however, was not very cooperative. He felt the build-up but the release was not coming, it felt like the worst possible case of edging, especially when he had the control in his own hands. Raising the intensity of the vibe, he started pushing himself for one more orgasm.

“Please, oh Sathanas, please pleasepleaseplease” he found himself begging to particularly no one as he chased the high once more, “Oh - oh Sathanas please I -”

The door slamming open made Rain jump out of fear, completely losing the build-up for that orgasm.

Cursing, he tried to lift himself up on his elbow to get a better view of the intruder “What the f-”

“Stay. down.” came a low, growling sound from the room’s entrance.

Frozen like deer in the headlights, Rain watched the feral Dewdrop slowly enter the room, eyes glowing with literal fire in them. Slowly and carefully, he made his way towards the bed where Rain lay. This immaculate play Dewdrop had organized and left Rain out of by omitting the game’s nature made Rain burn hot with anticipation. Was he being punished for his recent accolades? Is he going to receive praise now for obeying? A stalking Dew meant a soon-to-be attacking Dew, which Rain thought he was somewhat prepared for.

Wrong.

In the blink of an eye - Sathanas when did he get so close? - Dewdrop was on the bed hovering over Rain, a hand on his chest pushing him down on the bed.

Dewdrop’s face was buried in Rain’s neck now, horns lightly jabbing his chin, his legs straddling him on the hips, one hand still on his chest and pushing him down, claws slowly digging through the skin.

“Good. Good. You’ve done well for me.” Dew said as he muzzled into Rain’s neck.

Rain, still feeling very edged by the recent interruption to his orgasm, tried to push his hips towards Dew’s crotch, trying to feel his hard cock under his pants - why was he still wearing pants anyway? But Dew pushed him down even more, tutting his tongue.

“Now now now. I’ve said you’ve done good, not that you have been forgiven. You have to show me first, what you have accomplished. Turn, now.” Dew said as he lifted himself from Rain, now he was sitting by his side, helping Rain prop up and lay him stomach down. “Ass up” he ordered, Rain obeyed, raising to hands and knees, arching his back. Dew placed a hand on the small of his back, once again pushing him down, face first on the pillows. Gathering Rain’s arms from his sides to his back, Dewdrop used one hand to keep them crossed held at the wrists, using another to spread Rain’s cunt without touching anywhere significant.

Reminding Rain of his ruined orgasm, the ache still lingering, he once again found himself trying to push himself to Dew for some more friction. “Please,” he begged to Dewdrop this time. “I was so close” he cried.

Dewdrop brought his mouth close to Rain’s cunt, not making a move yet, as if he could count how many times Rain cummed by looking at it. “How many times? Did you get to five as I asked? Did you learn your lesson?” His tail was slowly wrapping around Rain’s leg, yet never reaching his cunt.

Tickled and flushed hot by Dewdrop’s breath on his cunt, “Six! I was almost at the sixth one!” he yelped, trying to move his ass, get close to his lover's mouth. Finally get that reward he was never promised.

“Mhm. I think you still haven’t learned your lesson. What did I say Rain? What did I say to you in the morning? When you were still smelling of someone? Not a single care in the world? Now you need a good reminder. You need to remember who you belong to, do you understand me? You are mine. You can have as much fun as you want with others. But at the end of the day, you are mine.” Dew swiftly pulled himself back from Rain, raising him on his knees once again. Undaring to move, even to catch a glimpse, Rain heard the sound of pant buttons being shuffled.

Finally, he thought. He had been waiting long for this moment, it's all he could really think while he was waiting for Dew to enter anyway and he was more than ready for it.

"Please," he begged once again. "I want you."

"And why should I give in to what you want?" Dewdrop asked.

"I was good. I did well. I did what you asked." Rain pleaded, edge in his voice clear to the listening ears.

"Let's see," Dew said putting two fingers into Rain's cunt without a warning.

A groan left Rain's mouth, leaving Dew satisfied with what he did, and happy to find a soaking cunt, ready for his own pleasure.

He curled his fingers a little, touching all of Rain's favorite spots, knowing how to work them like magic. He had decades to perfect his moves for his mate, he knew what it took to make him a mess oh so quickly, leave him whimpering, face buried on the pillows, back arched inhumanly, slowly grinding on his fingers for more, just tiny a bit more.

But he also knew when to stop and remove his fingers, not give in to Rain's need.

"Ffffuck" came a sound from Rain, muffled by the pillows he was screaming into.

Dewdrop chuckled. "If you think that's how I intended to teach this lesson, you're wrong." He ran a slow hand on Rain's ass, kneading his cheeks softly. It was always scarier when Dew was being soft. You never knew what to expect. "Here's what we're gonna do," he said, as he propped himself higher and loomed over Rain's back, aligning his crotch with Rain's ass. "I'm going to fuck you little the little whore you are, and you will not cum until I say so," he said, with every word getting closer to Rain's face. "Did you understand?" he asked, followed by a lick to the shell of Rain's ear.

"Yes," Rain managed to barely get out, shivering with anticipation.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes Sir." Rain gulped.

"Good boy. Now take it." Dewdrop jammed his cock into Rain's cock without a warning once again.

"Ah!" Rain let out a scream, glad that he had time to prepare for this but still a little shocked by the suddenness of Dew's move.

Dewdrop lifted himself up once again, grabbing a hold of Rain's ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and grabbing them for more force.

"How dare you go around fucking everyone in the Abbey without me." Dew panted, each word punctuated by a slam of his hips to Rain's ass.

He was going hard and slow at the same time. Rain knew Dew was capable of more than this, and he needed more but he feared that if he got what he wanted, he would cum again, disobeying his direct orders. But he was still a Ghoul, and he was still edged as fuck, so he began matching Dew's rhythm, moving his hips and tightening around Dew's cock for more pleasure.

"Look at you. Fucking whore, always wanting more." Dew slapped Rain's ass, pushing him to stay in place.

"Please. Ah, please Sir" Rain cried, his orgasm building up once again, doing his best to keep it at bay.

"So needy. So so needy. Is that why you fuck everyone that crosses your sights? Am I not enough for you? You want more all the time?" Dew's voice was almost dripping with venom, venom Rain knew was not inherent but still scary.

"No Sir. I just want you. Nothing, no one compares to you. Please let me have more of you."

"What do you want?" Dew asked, slowing down a bit.

"More. More please."

"Use your words."

"Please. I want you more. Harder. Fuck me harder, faster. Touch me, touch my cunt, make me cum, please Sir please." Rain was desperate, feeling like he would cry if Dew stopped once again, brought to the edge too many times.

And so Dewdrop did stop and pull out.

"Turn. I want to see your face. I want you to see my face when you cum so you don't forget who you cum for."

He yanked Rain's arms, this time pushing him on his back. Rain saw the fire, the passion in Dewdrop's eyes. Maybe this wasn't just a game, maybe Dew was actually trying to teach him something. He tried to reach for him, touch him a little, silently tell him that he loves him more than anything in the world, that no one will ever be good enough for him like he is, but Dew didn't let him. He snaked an arm under Rain's waist, lifting him up just a little for easier access, and entering him once again. He was brutal this time, giving all he got.

He must've been pent up as well, Rain noticed, his breathing was getting hitched, and the arm he was using to prop himself up was shaking a little. Rain tried to reach for him once again, and got defeated once again, as Dewdrop brought his mouth to Rain's neck one more time, this time not just muzzling but licking and sucking, driving Rain crazy as he avoided the very sensitive bite mark he so proudly sported.

"Ah," Rain let another whimper out of his mouth, this time fully in rhythm with Dew, fucking on his cock like his life depended on it, hoping Dew would bring his mouth to the bite mark, where he was most sensitive.

As if on cue, Dewdrop let his teeth graze over the scars, sucking on them, biting just a little, licking immediately, driving Rain crazy with the need for more.

In an act of almost cruelty, Dewdrop freed his arm from under Rain, bringing his hand to Rain's cunt, his thumb made contact with Rain's neglected clit, and his teeth sunk into the sensitive spot on his neck, causing Rain to see hot red, the orgasm coming like a wave hitting the beach after a storm, body trembling, hands grabbing any part of the body they could find.

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Rain's senses came down to him, finding Dewdrop lazily pumping in and out, thumb circling his clit still like a ghost, making him ride the aftershocks of his orgasm like electricity running through his body.

Finding his arms wrapped around Dewdrop's neck, he brought his hands to his lover's hair, gently tangling them there and pulling his head from his neck, bringing his lips to his.

"Please, tell me I've been good," he whispered, their lips barely touching.

"You have been so so good, my perfect boy. Now it's my turn, so you never forget again."

He slammed his mouth on his lovers, teeth grazing over lips, biting here and there, his hips moving rough and hard, fucking Rain like there is no tomorrow.

Rain lost in the euphoria, did not even notice the orgasm sneak up on him, "Ah, ah ah ah" he groaned into Dew's mouth, clenching around his cock to get more friction, finally bringing his lover to his orgasm as well, when Dew once again tried to circle his clit with the spade of his tail.

A silent shift, muscles tensing ever so slightly, a hitching breath here and a shuddering lip there, and Dew knew it was too much. He knew his love well enough to understand where the pleasure ended and pain began.

He removed his hand immediately and stopped moving his hips.

"What? Why did you stop? Please, please don't stop" Rain pleaded, now distraught that he couldn't finish what they had started.

"It hurts, doesn't it? I won't go anymore." Dew said calmly, attempting to remove his cock from Rain.

"No!" yelped Rain, using his legs around Dew's waist to keep everything as they are. "No, please, please I can take it. I'll be good, I'll be good for you, I can take it please." he was begging, not wanting to disappoint Dew.

"Hey, no, shh, no. You are good, you are perfect. You're perfect for me. You will always be perfect. You don't have to do anything." Dew said, cupping Rain's face in his hands, trying to remove the scowl from the ghoul's forehead.

"Please Dew, finish what you started, I'm begging you."

"Are you sure?" Dew asked, worried.

"Yes, yes, please. I'm good. I want you to cum, I want to make you cum."

Unsure, Dew started moving his hips slowly. In all honesty, he was also in much need of a release. After having listened to Rain masturbate alone all night, and then not fucking him properly since they started, he was also on the edge, ready to cum almost in an instant.

Seeing that Rain was not in pain, Dewdrop started moving faster, a little harder. "Good boy, my good boy. Mine. Perfect, so fucking perfect" he was mumbling almost nonsense as he was nearing his own release, hands still cradling the other ghoul's face, eyes locked, alert for any signs of pain.

Rain rocked his hips and clenched his cunt, not worried about his own release but attempting to help Dew reach his own. Noticing that Dew was getting there, he pulled him for another kiss, sucking on his lip, letting him bite him just like he loved.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dew chanted, "So. fucking. perfect" he punctuated with each hip thrust.

With one final thrust, Dew cummed in Rain, making Rain feel the hot spurts of cum in him, Dew pushing down his abdomen just a little to go a bit deeper, to fill him even more.

A smile crept up on Rain’s face, satisfied that he could bring his lover pleasure, able to take it all and some more, Dewdrop still slowly pumping in and out, enjoying the heightened sensitivity he gets after cumming. He was still caressing Rain’s face, mumbling something under his breath.

Blissed out, Rain let himself melt into a puddle on the bed, not wanting Dew to move away at all but not having the words or the energy to make an attempt to keep him there. He felt Dewdrop slowly pull out, lift himself up and leave the bed. Confused, Rain started to move up only to be stopped by a warm hand gently pressing him down.

“Shhh,” Dew whispered as he guided Rain back down on the bed. “I’ll just get some water for you.”

Rain hadn’t noticed how thirsty he was feeling. Wasn’t a big surprise considering he was fucking a fire ghoul and the room felt like it was above 100 degrees - but having Dew anticipate his need before him, that made him feel even warmer, on a different level.

After drinking the entire glass of water, Rain reached for Dew, finally wanting to sleep in his arms. “C’mere please,” he murmured.

“I’m here,” Dew said gently as he laid back on the bed, pulling Rain closer. “Are you okay my love?” he asked. It wasn’t often he was this sweet, only behind closed doors, only to his most intimate partner, his mate.

A low nodding sound was the only noise Rain could muster up, given how tired and spent he felt.

“You know it was a game right? You know that? You are mine but you can do whatever you want.” Dew let out in one hasty breath, fearing that he was too hard on Rain, too much.

Rain, now worried that he was giving the wrong signals, rose in the bed once again, bringing himself on his stomach once again, this time to face the ghoul laying next to him. “I’m yours, I’m fully yours” Rain reaffirmed, moving closer to his ghoul, desperate for some touch, a kiss.

“Mine,” Dew managed to get out before his lips were captured by his lovers.

Content, both ghouls managed to wash away any worry that may have lingered in the back of their minds and fall asleep limbs entangled, sheets messy, hearts light.

feel free to send requests if you like what you see, i definitely have more coming soon, also any feedback/criticism is appreciated

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mysteryshoptls · 2 years

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SSR Epel Felmier Union Birthday Personal Story: Part 3

“Happy Birthday”

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Pomefiore Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Floyd: The next question is～

Floyd: “If you were to join any dorm other than Pomefiore, which dorm would you choose?”

Epel: Savanaclaw!

Floyd: Yep, totally knew you were gonna say that～ So, pick a different dorm.

Epel: Eh!?

Floyd: You just wanna go there 'cause you wanna be strong, right? It's no fun when we already know the answer.

Epel: Urgh… I guess you're right, but… I can't think of another dorm I'd want to go to…

Epel: Ummm…… Then, my second choice would be Ignihyde… I guess?

Floyd: Ahah, that's like the complete opposite dorm～

Epel: You're the one who said to pick a different dorm…

Floyd: I mean like, it's not really the kind of dorm that someone who wants to be strong would choose, yeah?

Epel: The reason I chose Ignihyde is because I like magical wheels.

Floyd: Ooo, I seeee. I rode on the back of one before, yeah, they're fun and super thrilling～

Epel: Yeah, you get me! They can go real fast, and it's so awesome how they can take the curves in the road.

Epel: And, that rounded form and the cool design are just awesome!

Epel: So, I actually watch a ton of the magical wheel races they broadcast on TV, and…

Epel: All those pro-styled machines got customized colors and features, and are just way too cool!

Floyd: Yeah, it's neat that you can change it up as you like. When you get bored, you can just change to another design.

Epel: Yeh! But, if'n I'm wantin' to do it by me lonesome, I gotsta gain the know-how and skills in magical engineerin'…

Epel: If'n I studied at Ignihyde, I might could learn some stuff I’d use in the future, y'know.

Epel: I gots me some pretty nimble hands, so I'm bettin' I'd get good at workin' with ‘em machines in no time!

Epel: 'Specially 'cause y'need t'use tons of diff'rent magical engineerin' skills to work a magical wheel…

Epel: If'n I wenta Ignihyde, I'd get ta learn stuff that'd be useful when I buy me own personal machine!

Floyd: Uh huh, I see. But you don't really have to go all the way to Ignihyde to study magical engineerin’, you know?

Epel: Urgh… That's true… I'll do my best in my studies to be able to ride my own cool magical wheel…

Floyd: Ahaha, good luck～ But puttin' all that aside…

Floyd: Just chattin' with you like this kinda makes me see you in a whole new light.

Floyd: Never knew you liked cool clothes or magical wheels… And when you get all excited, your speakin' gets all weird, too.

Epel: That's… Vil-san is always telling me to make sure I be careful with my words whenever I'm around other people…

Floyd: Ohoo～ So you're sayin' it'd be bad if Betta-chan-senpai were to find out～

Epel: Urgh, I-I got a bad feeling about this…! Wait, Floyd-san!! Y'gotta keep all y'heard today from Vil-san!

Floyd: 'Kay, now the interview's done. That's means it's time for the thing we've all been waitin' for…

Epel: The presentation of the "Gift of Good Fortune."

Floyd: Finally～ I've been reaaaally looking forward to this.

Epel: Me too!

Floyd: Heh. Guppy-chan, you're really rarin' to go, huh.

Epel: YEH, C'MON N' LEZZGO!

Floyd: I'm tellin' ya, I can't understand a word you're saying. Eh, whatever, here I go～

Floyd: GUPPY-CHAN, HAPPY BIRTHDAY～!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

#twisted wonderland #twst #epel felmier #floyd leech #twst epel #twst floyd #twst translation #twst birthday

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backburnerdio · 3 years

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TB: Drabbles –The Vagrant

(Featherfall, 2023, 18 Years Earlier) cw: Language, implied battery Words: 1614 Tag List: @everlastinq, @waysofink, @ashen-crest, @spacetimewraithwrites, @stormharbors, @dustylovelyrun, @jaimistoryteller, @abalonetea (please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed)

Six months. Even after being relocated for six months, Ryker still couldn't bring himself to drive at night. He hadn't gotten used to how restless his medication made him feel and knew adding the stress of dark roads would make for a bad mix. Besides, the autumn chill was good for the lungs.

Bundled up, he trekked down puddle-littered sidewalks taking in the rainbow glow of nightlife. Storefronts, street vendors, clubs, and luminescent parks spilled neon lights into the dark. His stomach rumbled at a myriad of smells flooding what the locals called Pub Street. But he'd heard the bodega a few blocks down was the best of the best.

At least, that's what the kid in Mediator training said.

For almost being midnight, Ryker was half surprised the place was open. Mostly empty, he was confused to find a convenience store. Rows and rows of road snacks with the occasional drug store selection. But there was the smell of something seared and delicious.

He wandered towards the back of the store and found a food counter. There was one man working behind it, skinny as a rail, coils tucked back in a hairnet beneath a ball cap. Spotting Ryker, he tossed up a hand in welcome. There was only one person in line, tucked in a hoodie, not bothering to spare a look. Ryker fell in behind them, waiting patiently for his turn.

The longer he stood there, the more he noticed about the party in front of him. Their hoodie was drenched, soaked head to toe, occasionally shivering. Ryker wanted to guess by their stature they weren't very old or were simply small in stature.

The cook said something to them in Spanish, gaining a response that proved to Ryker this was someone young.

"The fuck you...?" They looked over their shoulder, scowl going lax as they recognized one another. Jaime Garnet-Batista, the kid from Mediator training. But his face was adorned with a new, violent dark bruise running from cheek to chin. He sharply turned away, leaving Ryker frowning at his back. "You're out late, old man. Thought you turned in after the news."

"Does it look like I know how to cook?" Ryker chuckled, ignoring a hundred questions through his head. "Heard from the kids this was the best place to eat –and I quote 'Ya' gotsta'."

"Kids need to keep their mouths shut," Jaime chuckled.

"What would the kids recommend?"

"Bacon, egg, and cheese on honey buns with Takis."

"What?" Ryker couldn't help the laugh, proud that it was infectious.

"Trust me, man. You'll love it," Jaime chuckled, and boldly ordered it with the cook. When his meal was done, he stepped aside as if to wait. "You really just came out here because I suggested it?" He kept his face guarded.

"Yeah," Ryker tossed his shoulders. "So far, you're not wrong. Smells amazing. And it's only a few blocks from my place. Won't lie, I'm a little worried about the honey bun, but I'll go out on a limb."

"Yinz weird, man."

"Yeah, just wait 'til you turn twenty-five, you'll be weird too." He glanced at Jaime, wondering if he hadn't finished his order. In the month or two since they'd started training to be Mediators, he'd yet to see Jaime take it easy on anyone. Defensive with everyone, not shying away from backing up what he said with blows –a perfect explanation for his newest facial accessory.

When Ryker received his foil-wrapped sandwich that was nearly too hot to hold, he was genuinely surprised when Jaime walked out with him. They were met by a wall of rain, hissing as thunder rumbled in the distance. Both waited beneath the awning.

"Shit..." Jaime hissed, stuffing his sandwich in the pocket of his hoodie.

"You live far from here?" Ryker guessed, again studying his soaked clothes. Jaime scoffed.

"Nah. Just down that way," he nodded down the street, towards the industrial district. Ryker considered it, not entirely familiar with Featherfall yet, but sure there weren't any residential in that direction. Not unless it was outside of city limits –far.

"Do you think I'm, like, serial killer weird?"

"What?" Jaime jerked his face up, exposing the bruise that was getting even darker, swelling beneath his eye, a split lip.

"Like when people just say whatever because they think someone's a serial killer or a creeper and don't wanna tell them the truth. You don't live down that way. No one lives down that way."

"I meant that way," Jaime waved generally, making even less sense.

"Which way?"

"Bro, what's it matter?" He looked away with a laugh, going sour. Ryker waited a moment, knowing Jaime wasn't afraid to storm off from a situation.

Ryker gave him a moment before carefully asking, "Jaime, you do have a place to stay, right?"

He didn't say anything. The rain fell harder, thunder bursting down on the street. He tensed in his soaking hoodie, shoulders rising as if trying to bury his head. "Had a place. Fuckin' goons showed up..." he motioned to his face as if to finish explaining.

Ryker's questions doubled. Where were his parents? And if he'd been living on the street, how long had that been the case? How had he gotten into training? Why didn't he join a housing network?

"Well, guess I can't go to your place for dinner," Ryker shrugged instead, "you wanna come eat at mine?"

"I'm not takin' any pity, okay? I've been doing this for months. I'm eighteen now, I know what I'm doing."

Oh, boy.

"I didn't say you weren't. I asked if you wanted to come eat at my place, not adopt you," Ryker mocked his scoff, gaining a glare.

"You couldn't afford me."

"I know." Ryker nudged him with an arm, "Come on, I'm just a few blocks down.

They jogged through the rain, soaking wet by the time they reached his apartment. Ryker let him in and instantly went to the thermostat, bumping the heat. "Why's it get so cold here?"

"If you think this is bad, you're not gonna make it through winter," Jaime stood near the door, scanning the place over. "You weren't kidding, you're so broke you don't even have a couch."

"Yet," Ryker moved for the kitchen, pulling his sandwich from his jacket to set on the counter. "Bathroom's down the hall, the laundry room is at the end. I'll grab you a change of clothes so we can dry yours while you eat."

"You have appliances? Jeez-o-man, you live like a celebrity!"

"Do you ever not say some kinda smart shit?"

"You obviously don't know me," Jaime chuckled, starting for the hall. Ryker changed in his room, digging out some of his old clothes, adding his old army hoodie and setting them in front of the bathroom door. A few minutes later, Jaime emerged in the kitchen, hood down, revealing the number of scrapes and bruises on his head and neck. "What kinda shingle shit is this? You were military?"

"Do you pay attention in training?"

"I thought you were just old." Jaime pulled out a chair, sitting down to eat. Ryker took their clothes into the laundry room, dumping them in the washer for a quick cycle. When he got back to the table, he was surprised Jaime was again waiting on him to eat.

"Okay, let's see what this is all about."

"I mean, if you're military, it's probably not bad."

"Ain't that the truth," Ryker grumbled, taking a bite. Jaime watched him, smiling when Ryker sat back, hand over his mouth.

"Fuckin' good, right?"

"Wow," Ryker laughed, shaking his head. "Okay, you're right. That's really good."

"Told you." He took a bite of his own sandwich, glancing around, "no wonder you're out so late. It's quiet up here." Ryker nodded. "You been here long?"

"A few months, about."

There was another stretch of silence as they ate. "Something wrong with you?" Jaime asked, "Like, you're the only person who talks to me at work. Are you... all good?"

"Are you suggesting something has to be wrong with someone to be friends with you?"

"Oh, we're friends?" Jaime's brows shot up his face.

"I don't know what else you'd call someone you're having dinner with, wearing your clothes that you aren't sleeping with. So, are we friends?"

"Sure," he bounced his shoulders. "You're just super chill."

"Because I'm the only one who doesn't fall for you picking fights?" Jaime chuckled. "I know you're a terror, I'm not braindead. I just remember what it was like being your age. It's tough."

"...Thanks, man." Jaime leaned on the table, weight heavy on one elbow. The more he ate, the slower his chewing became. Ryker finished before him, cleaning up and going to check on the washer. The small load was just about done, having to wait a few minutes before switching them to the dryer.

When he came back, Jaime was slumped on the table, head propped on the crook of his arm, sandwich not quite finished. Ryker debated waking him but knew the stubborn punk would be right back out in the rain. Instead, he snuck to the bedroom, gathering up a pillow and some blankets. Careful not to wake Jaime, he made a pallet in the living room, bumping the heat a little more, and locked up.

Just before turning out the lights, he fetched the sandwich receipt from his jacket as an afterthought. Hunting down a pen, he flipped it over and scribbled on the back:

— Might not have a couch, but you're welcome to stay, roomie.

He slid it just beside Jaime's meal before dimming the lights and heading to bed.

#writblr #my writing #writeblr #wip: tb #garnet oc #ryker oc #TB Excerpts #it's 2am & we're writing about friendships!#local anxious man won't take teens bs #lures him into Found Family with junk food #Ryker: I'm not gonna (adopt you) girl I was just thinking about it I'm not gonna do it....... I did it #Ryker cannot meet someone having a bad time and NOT be like 'well you're my family now #Uncontrollable TeamDad #Garnet: You're weird and broke. // Ryker: Yeah and?

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quillium · 4 years

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10 Reasons I Love Hualian (There’s no reason for this post I just really love them)

Okay not to be too gay on main but like... Hualian invented love

1. Xie Lian saying that Hua Cheng is someone he trusts unconditionally... someone he depends on and will lean on...

2. Hua Cheng IMMEDIATELY giving Xie Lian his ashes after their first meeting in like, 800 years

2.5. This smitten fool being like “oh they don’t matter you can do whatever you want with them” even though to Xie Lian’s knowledge they’ve only met once and Xie Lian has no clue what the ring is like HUA CHENG PLEASE

3. Hua Cheng watching Xie Lian’s soul go into SQX’s body during water coffin arc and pulling him out by draining his spiritual power because he knows that it’s a scary situation and he knows that there’s not much to be done and he just wants to spare Xie Lian the pain of having to see the whole ordeal and I just have so many feelings about this--

4. Hua Cheng’s crush/obsession is revealed, Xie Lian has seen literally thousands of statues of himself, portraits of Xie Lian, Xie Lian has clearly made it obvious he likes Hua Cheng back and Hua Cheng is STILL SELF CONSCIOUS about his earliest works is my boy relatable or what

5. “The one standing in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. What matters is 'you' and not the state of you.” I can’t. I just can’t. These two. I’m so soft y’all. My heart is in smithereens.

6. The fact that Xie Lian dragged Hua Cheng to Puqi Shrine and instead of being like “forget this dump it’s disgusting let’s go to my mansion” Hua Cheng decided that wherever gege was is the best place to be and just settled in living in this dusty, broken down lil shack and found his happiness there like our boy had wealth, power, glory and he said this is nothing if I cannot have love I’m!!! Soft!!!

7. Xie Lian saying that he was jealous of the person who saw Hua Cheng at his worst... that he wants to know and love Hua Cheng so much... to love a person so completely is just. Xie Lian has so much love in him, especially for Hua Cheng.

8. There is so much respect for boundaries in this relationship, I don’t even know where to start but mostly that they’re both willing to do anything for the other and yet still do their best to not push and give each other space to figure out what they want themselves is just so--it’s so good

9. Hua Cheng giving Xie Lian his bamboo hat (after underwater kiss) despite the fact that Xie Lian clearly said that he was looking for the hat as an excuse while he was in a haze of oh my god I was kissed I’m so gay confusion

10. That one scene where Xie Lian’s looking at Hua Cheng and is like he’d forgotten how easy happiness was to obtain--that they make each other happy, and so effortlessly, that they genuinely love and enjoy being with each other every moment I’m--

Okay so 10 was obviously not enough but I gotsta sleep so. Reblog and add on with more Hualian moments and reasons to love them because we all know we could write 100 reasons and it still wouldn’t be enough.

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #do we tag hc as san lang or hua cheng wjaoigsdkl #oh my god i wrote 10 thinking 'that's a good amount' but it was nothing #it wasn't even the tip of the iceburg it was like a snowflake from the iceburg #it is laaaate my dudes #but hualian... i'm so soft just thinking of em....#xie lian: [remembers what it's like to be happy[#me sobbing: he forgot... what it was like... to be happy...

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scabopolis · 3 years

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B, P, X?

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

The one that comes to mind for me is Logan/Mac friendship from Veronica Mars. Those who know me know that my love for Wallace is first and foremost, so my inclination is to always want to develop a Logan/Wallace friendship.

But I think it was both @susanmichelin and @cheshirecatstrut, and their descriptions of Mac as a female version of Logan, that made me consider the sarcastic/dry witted delight of a potential friendship with them. So, basically it’s their fault that in one of my fics I have them as roommates who started a company together. If you thought that was unbelievable/silly IT’S ALL THEIR FAULT!

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

I looked through your fics and some of our shared fandoms to come up with AUs. Are these terrible? YOU BE THE JUDGE.

Veronica Mars (Logan/Veronica): Modern royalty AU - Some sort of small country where Logan is the next in line to the throne and he is 32 years old and seemingly has zero interest in marrying, but he knows he’s GOTSTA so he finally listens to his mother (his father has bit the bucket, RIP Aaron you trash bag) and agrees to court someone. Parker Lee is everything a lady should be - philanthropic, good-hearted, lively, beautiful, and with a large fortune she sets to inherit from her parent’s shipping company. And she and Logan get along well. No, it’s not passion and fire and romance, but Parker seems okay without that (the love of her life died at a young age, so she’s okay with a lifelong companion who treats her well). So they’ll be best-friends. Best-friends who have to have sex to produce an heir eventually. But! Best-friends. And this seems fine and doable, until the engagement is announced and Parker gets her own security detail. More specifically, everything is going well until Logan meets the head of Parker’s security detail, Veronica Mars. (AND THEN WHAT HAPPENS?!?! Who’s to say?)

Derry Girls (James/Erin): James and Erin are best-buddies who work at the same terrible, soul sucking, cubicle laden company in London. The only thing that gets them through their days is their daily lunches which always seem to go a little long. That is until Erin gets word that Kellen Sky, her favorite actor, will be in town for six weeks for his next film. Erin is determined to meet him, determined to have the man realize they’re soulmates, and she needs James’ help. They scheme, they plot, and it all goes to hell. Until one day, when the two of them are at their regular haunt for lunch, Erin accidentally dumps her cappuccino over some poor unsuspecting stranger. Except, he’s not a stranger. To Erin’s horror it’s Kellen Sky, and to James’ horror he has to watch as Kellen and his best-friend seemingly hit it off. A best-friend whom he is quickly realizing he might be in love with.

Grey’s Anatomy (Mark/Lexie): Idk. Some sort of regency inspired AU? Lexie is the youngest daughter of her father, the soul sick and curmudgeonly Thatcher Grey. Her social circle is small, comprised solely of her father, her older sister Meredith who lives more than two days away, and her dearest friend, Mr. Sloan. Mr. Sloan spends most of his evenings with Lexie and her father, offering friendship and counsel. But, as a famously wealthy bachelor with no intention of marrying, Lexie must keep her long-held feelings for him secret. That is until Meredith makes a proposal: she and her husband and children will come for the summer to care for their father so that Lexie is free to travel with Meredith’s sister-in-law, Amelia, throughout the Lake District. It is a perfect plan, allowing Lexie the opportunity to travel for the first time in her life, as well as provide her with distance from Mr. Sloan. That is until her party arrives in Cornwall and on their visit to the assembly rooms, she discovers Mr. Sloan is also in Cornwall, supposedly on business. Lexie is left to wander if this is coincidence, fate, or perhaps an indication that her feelings for Mr. Sloan are perhaps not as unrequited as she believed.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Has to be secret relationship. Absolutely. But! I am a weepy little human who can’t handle much angst so when it’s secret relationship that leads to ANGST ANGST ANGST then that makes me sad. I prefer secret relationship that leads to HIJINKS HIJINKS HIJINKS.

#lavellenchanted #ask meme #fandom things

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stanley-the-magpie · 4 years

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Shower Caps

We all know the scene in the clubhouse, where Stan is handing out the shower caps. I think there is a lot we were missing from that scene, and generally I think in the context of Richie and Stan. Obviously, this is a Stozier post, so really if you somehow found this and don’t support the ship, you know where the door is. (Didn’t mean for that to sound rude, but oof it really sounds like it,,, sorry.)

Now, I think that Stan probably spent time and money building up the small collection he gave to the losers, and if you don’t think that Richie probably knew about it then,, then idk what to tell you,,, Richie was the first person Stan went to when he had the idea about them, because he needed someone else’s opinion on it, on if their friends will make fun of him. Really it was too obvious that he would go to his best friend, his sole confidant, the person he trusts with anything and everything (yes, I’m still talking about Richie,,,) because Richie may be a dick sometimes but he will always point Stan in the right direction.

They never meant for it to be a thing they shared, though. It was a week or two before Stan was planning to reveal the old coffee tin of shower caps to their friends. He and Richie were alone in the clubhouse together, enjoying the reprieve from the summer heat and the beating rays of the sun. Their friends were all busy with some form of chore or family activity, leaving the two of them to just hang around together. (After the fight with It, they’ve stuck together like glue, an unconscious buddy system if you will,,,) He had brought the tin down there that day so that he could find a perfect spot for the tin to rest. It was resting beside the hammock, which he and Richie were sharing, comics in Richie’s lap, a nice hardback book in his. It’s just a nice moment of contentedness, of peace, before a spider inched down from the decrepit ceiling and almost lands on his book page.

He had momentarily panicked, kicking Richie in the side as he tried to scramble away from the spider, which had decided to recede back up towards the ceiling. The hammock was still rocking from the initial movement and almost sent Stan plummeting to the floor. The adrenaline was pumping too heavily in Stan’s ear for him to realize that his best friend started laughing at his fear, at his shock, and he huffs, “And this is why I got the shower caps.” He just gets a chuckle in response, and Stan attempts to lean down and grab the tin, which is when the hammock finally tips over and sends both him and Richie to the dirty plank flooring. It knocks the wind out of both of them, and it really only causes Richie to laugh more. “Good moves there, Mr. Stanley,” he jokes, and he moves his hand up to adjust his giant glasses. “Beep, beep, asshole,” he bites back, and he tries to dust himself off for a moment. The tin was knocked by his hip in the tumble, which means that it’s sat nicely against Richie’s hip.

Stan sighs and reaches towards it, rolling the now scratched up tin towards himself. He rips off the lid for a second and grabs the one off the top and settling it over his hair, ignoring the cackle that Richie released. Stan goes to close the lid when Richie interrupts, “Cap me up, Stanno.” He pauses for a moment, staring at his best friend in confusion. He had always told Stan that it was a stupid idea, but if Stan wanted to do it he should, but he wouldn’t participate in “something that aids in his delusions”. It’s the change of heart that is confusing Stan, the way that Richie is looking at him expectantly. “Didn’t you tell me it was stupid?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at Richie. “If it makes you feel safe, then I want to, even if I think it’s stupid.”

His heart constricts for a moment, “You... I... Okay.” He grabs the next rolled up shower cap from the lid, it’s covered in pastel pink and yellow dots, and he leans towards Richie. His best friend lowers his head for a moment, allowing Stan to put the shower cap on with ease. It slides over his messy curls well and when he looks back up at Stan, he can’t help but smile. It’s stupid, and maybe it’s them, and he really kind of wishes he could stay in that moment forever. They spent the rest of that day in the stupid shower caps, and it’s why Stan is confused when Richie declines it in front of everyone, why he looks sad. Richie only wears the shower cap when they are alone, which Stan was able to pick up on soon, and when the rest of the losers slowly stop wearing them it still surprises him when Richie wears his. He even rolled up the shower cap and gave it to him for his graduation present, telling him that it’s for the spiders at NYU, because, “Stanby, you may be a tough bitch, but I heard ta spiders down in tha big apple are tough as nails, and hard as a rock, so you gotsta protect ya’self.” Stan just sniffled, letting out a small laugh, and then absolutely crushing Richie in a hug. “I’m going to miss you, dumbass,” he said, holding it close to him. It’s so vitally important to him now, because it’s Richie’s, it’s a piece of his best friend to have and hold while they are separated.

#stozier #really wtf happened in the middle of this

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tothedarkdarkseas · 4 years

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do you have any hcs for murdocs mom?

Hi anon! Really quickly upfront, I’m worried that I’ve been chasing people off with my long answers and unflattering descriptions of everything (bird’s gotta fly, fish gotta swim, I gotsta be me) so I’m going to go back to chucking answers behind a read more! Alright, more details below the cut!

I know Murdoc’s Mum has long been a popular figure to speculate on and the fandom’s had a few AUs and stories around her, so I must apologize upfront for having fairly simplistic ideas about her: it’s more of the same from me, unremarkable people living unremarkable lives! It’s not for everyone and I recognize that, but I still really dig on this uncomfortable semi-realism stuff so I quite enjoy what bits of flavor it adds to Murdoc’s gnarly character soup if his mum, like his dad, is just... someone with substance problems and an unkind personality who wasn’t equipped to raise a kid.

I’m notoriously bad with some of the fuzzy bits of canon, or the bits that might’ve been implied but then redacted-- in my memory, it was suggested that Murdoc’s mum was in a “halfway house” at the time of his birth? It’s been a while since I’ve read ROTO, so this may be something that is only suggested as a rumor or doesn’t even make it into the text at all, and it’s just something old fandom mentions that can’t necessarily be sourced. Nevertheless that tends to be my “primary” headcanon for her, I suppose, that she was an addict who knew Sebastian through a shared bar scene, and spent her life thereafter mostly unwell and unconcerned with him-- I don’t tend to think of her as being his wife or girlfriend, but more of a passing paramour. I can also see her possibly dealing with severe mental illness, which would manifest more strongly in Murdoc as he aged.

However, my opposite-end-of-the-spectrum headcanon for her is that she went on to live a “normal” life, marrying and having more children after Murdoc or possibly taking on a more esteemed career path that radically changed her lifestyle. I really see a lot of potential in her simply not wanting to engage with a darker part of her life. I understand a desire to portray her as morally upright in contrast to Sebastian and don’t begrudge anyone that, but I’m such a fan of giving female characters and especially maternal characters permission to be flawed-- I just feel like I can picture the discomfort of Murdoc finding out she’s just a person, a person with her own life and her own goals and Murdoc wasn’t part of that. And she would know this was a selfish response, but she’s been able to distance herself so far from it now and for her it’s simply this regrettable, messy, troubled time in her life marked with terrible decisions and terrible people. She took that step toward upward mobility and doesn’t try to reach back to make anything right because it’s-- it’s not like she can change it now, and it’s complicated, and it’s-- well--

Truthfully it’s crabs in a pot, you know, and she isn’t interested in being pulled down. Maybe she and Murdoc have that edge of cynical pragmatism in common. Nothing good comes from her trying to reconnect with a baby she gave up; he’d resent that she didn’t try when he was young enough for it to matter, and she’d fear him doing damage to the life she built now. And I know that’s dark, and I know it sucks, but sometimes I’ll picture this horrifically awkward, tense scene of the two stood in her house, both knowing he shouldn’t be there and not understanding what he expected to get out of this. He’s betrayed, but too emotionally splintered as an adult now to express that in a meaningful way. She’s sorry, but not so sorry that she wishes she’d made a different choice for herself.

Aside from that, I do enjoy headcanons of Murdoc as mixed-race but largely disconnected from it, and most likely completely unaware of the specifics. It’s not a subject I see him talking with his dad about, and frankly I bounce back and forth between believing he’s got suspicions and believing he’s just completely blind to it. Based on population statistics for Northern England it makes sense to me that his mother could’ve been partly Pakistani, and I think that throws an interesting extra layer into Murdoc’s early bigotry and flirtations with the far-right, and his brother’s out-and-out fascist associations.

I can’t say I have many strong opinions about her appearance except that she’s rather short, has a nose much flatter than Sebastian’s because I still can’t picture Murdoc’s nose pre-childhood breaking looking like that, and I don’t envision her as especially good-looking. Like her son she probably has baggy deep-set eyes, thick hair, and amphetamine sweats. Unlike Sebastian, who had a more cruel edge to his personality when he wasn’t neglectful and is photographed with a slimy smirk, I picture her own “unkindness” as more aloof, unromantic, unsmiling. Just the way I see it! Obviously that isn’t to say it’s the only way it can go, though.

Thanks for the ask!

#headcanon posts #tw for parental abuse through neglect #Anonymous

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littledraga · 4 years

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Whumptober2020 SPG Power Outage

Rabbit’s core had been unstable for years. It was practically a part of their personality now. Just something the manor expected. Glitches and the occasional meltdown. Nothing the Walter Workers couldn’t deal with.

But it was becoming too frequent and getting worse. The blue matter effects were starting to leak into the manor. Rabbit’s dreams coming to life, or places where things got thin, portals trying to form. It wasn’t safe to take them to shows.

It had been a madhouse trying to find the original blueprints. How they had managed to get so lost was beyond Six. They should have all been kept together.

When someone did find them, it was a long conversation. The Spine sat with Rabbit while she tried to explain why she’d never come forward before. That pappy had been too happy to want to disrupt anything, and she was afraid no one would believe her.

She would be out for a few days. Long enough that The Spine had time to sneak in a few new pieces into her wardrobe. It wasn’t much, but something he hoped would make her happy. Overall it was a simple black dress with puffed up sleeves, a ruffled black Walter Worker dress. He found a corset to slip over it to make it look a little flashier. It was a start, at least.

When she finally powered back on, she woke up surrounded by family. Sitting up, she smiled brightly. She’d undergone quite the change inside and out. Her core glowed a bright red now instead of blue. “H-hey th-there! Did-didn’t expect such a cr-crowd when I woke up!”

The Spine laughed and leaned over to hug her tightly. “It’s good to see you awake. I was worried about my sister.”

She beamed brightly at hearing him call her his sister and clung to him tightly. He didn’t mention the oil soaking into his suit. It was, understandably, a bit overwhelming for her to suddenly be a completed bot.

“Come on. You’ve been stuck in that suit long enough, come on.” Helping his sister off the bench, he tugged her back upstairs.

“I don-don’t know what you’re expecting, Spineo,” she chided as she followed him up. She may have gotten an overhaul, but that didn’t change what was in her room.

He just grinned widely and sat down on the edge of her bed to let her look. “I’m sure there’s something in there that we can work with.”

When she found the dress, she squealed in delight. “Spine, it’s amazing!” Hugging the fabric to her chest, she spun around in a tight circle, dancing on her feet.

Suddenly she was pushing her brother out of the room. “Out out! You can’t be in here while I change! It ain’t appropriate.”

Laughing, Spine nearly fell on his face as he stumbled out of Rabbit’s room. “I’m going, I’m going!” While he waited, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.

After a while, when she hadn’t opened the door, he tilted his head. “You alright in there, Rabbit? Not too fiddly?” He asked and laughed when he heard something hit the door.

“I wear six belts! I can figure out a dress!”

Another long pause and she cracked open the door. “Okay, maybe I need some help,” she muttered.

Once she had managed to get zipped in and added a few belts, for flair and tradition, she said, Rabbit spun in front of the mirror, giggling like a loon.

Back on the edge of the bed, Spine watched his sister with a small smile. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her so happy. Not since before Peter I passed away at least. Excited, wild, smiling, content, sure. But not truly happy.

After a while, she stopped and laid a hand on her head, gently running over the shiny copper. She wasn’t sure she liked that.

Watching her, Spine lifted his hat a little to show off his hair. “Want to wear my wig?” He offered. While he would have let her, they both laughed when she threw a pillow at him. Maybe not that one. “What about your rabbit ears? Those might work for now.”

With a hum, she looked back in the mirror. Gears whirred slowly, and her head opened up as copper antennas came up in the shape of large rabbit ears. She wiggled them around a little, turning them this way and that before she settled on how she liked them. Yeah, those were okay! Giggling, she spun around and showed off her new look.

“They look perfect, Rabbit,” praised The Spine.

Rabbit looked like she could have vibrated through the floor with excitement. Everything was just perfect! “I-I-I gotsta show-show everyone!” Hurrying out the door, she ran through the manor to show off her new, well everything!

The Spine had to stop her to get water more than once as she got excited, and bubbled on about how much she loved the dress. No one mentioned it looked like a dyed uniform. The Spine had done his best.

While she ran around, he could hardly keep up with her and opted to just be around, to make sure she was alright. Sure there weren’t really any risks for her in the manor, but that was still his sister, and he wanted to make sure she was alright after such a big change. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen her so energetic and full of life before. It was good to see her so happy now.

“It’s late, Rabbit. We need to shut down for a little while.”

“ B-b-b-b-but, Spine! It’s not that late! I wanna see what kind of dresses I can get! Petes promised I could buy some new clothes!”

Gently tugging her up to the room, his shoulders slumped. “Tomorrow. We can spend all day looking at dresses, okay? We'll find someone to take us to the mall or something.”

That worked! Mostly. She ran into her room, but he wasn’t sure she ever went into stasis.

Admittedly, he was excited too. This had been a long time coming, and he was glad Rabbit could have it at last. Even if he didn't think he could ever keep up with her again. Laying in his own bed, he sighed a happy stream of steam and powered down for a while.

It was easier in the morning. The Spine nearly had to pull her out of bed.

She was tired and sluggish. When she wouldn’t respond to knocking, The Spine marched in and found her tangled in her blanket.

"Must have used up all your energy bouncing around yesterday," teased Spine as he finally dragged his sister out of bed. He laughed when she swatted at him, clanging softly against his metal arm.

After making sure water boilers were topped up, he was worried she hadn't perked back up yet. She must have really been excited last night. Though he still didn’t think she should have been this worn down. They really didn’t need to sleep after all.

"Come on, we can look online for dresses," he offered, trying to get some life in her.

She perked up a little, at least as she followed him off to check the computer. Before they even sat down, she was asking about what kind of dresses there were. He wondered if it would have been better to have Upgrade or Malfunction there. He didn’t know all that much about dresses after all.

There wasn't a single dress she didn't gush over and plan on begging Petes for. From sundresses to ball gowns and even a few nightgowns she said were too pretty for bed.

When he suggested shoes, he thought she had ruined her voice box with that squeal. Or at least ruined his hearing! Who knew there were that many styles of shoes! The Spine wondered if he should update his own wardrobe. Of course, Rabbit came first.

That was the energy he was expecting! Not that he knew how the manor was going to fund this wardrobe.

He was pretty good with a needle and thread. There had to be something he could manage. Something he could look into later. For now, he was fine just sitting with Rabbit and planning outfits she would probably never get to wear.

They talked a while about what colours went with copper, and he bored her with information on wigs. There was a black and pink one that she had fallen in love with. Without thinking, he bought that.

After a while, she got quiet and leaned against his shoulder. She really must have been up too long. He supposed too much excitement could do it, even for robots that ran on blue matter, or red matter rather.

Smiling softly, he wrapped an arm around her and closed out of the tabs. That was alright. They'd been at it a good portion of the day, a break was good.

Once the computer was off, he gave her a gentle shake. "Come on, you. Nap somewhere else," he teased.

Nothing.

That was concerning. Rabbit shouldn't have been able to get that tired. Maybe she was pranking Spine again?

"Come on, I'll drop you," he warned, moving her he tried to trick her into getting up. Seeing her lulled back, he gasped.

"RABBIT!"

Her core had gone dark in her chest.

He called for help, screaming over the wifi as he lifted her up from the chair. Cradling her safely against his chest, he ran full speed through the manor and down to the labs.

The Walter Workers and Six were scrambling, trying to prepare as he barged into the room. Rushing him in the Walter Workers had to pry Rabbit from his arms to get her on the table.

The Spine was too heavy to force out of the lab. As much as they reasoned they would work better without him there, he refused to leave. That was Rabbit, his sister, on the table. He wouldn't leave her side.

While they worked, he paced the room and hovered over their shoulders. He sobbed and cried, quietly begging Rabbit to be alright. She couldn't die now, not now most of all.

Six was relentless as he worked. When restarting her failed, he opened up Rabbit's chest and checked every wire. Groundings, ports, gears, and screws, nothing was wrong, and nothing was working.

He poured hours into trying to bring Rabbit back online. Even the smallest detail wasn’t left unnoticed. The strangest idea was given a try, no matter how far fetched. He had even tried promising her a truckload of chocolate moon pies. He had nearly replaced all of her, hoping something would work.

"The red matter stabilized her, but it wasn't strong enough to keep her powered." Six put a hand over his mask and quietly wept.

The Walter Workers put their tools down and looked down at their feet. There was nothing left for them to try.

“Then make her core blue again!" Demanded Spine, stepping over to loom over Petes.

Six looked pained up at the titanium robot. Tears streamed down from under his mask, soaking into his lab coat. “I can’t.”

#Whumptober2020 #no.27 #power outage #spg #fic #tw: character death #mention of Pants!Rabbit

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bunnymossmakes · 5 years

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Woo Your Woman [WIP]

[Sharky Boshaw x Francine “Franny” Mayhew]

Rated T for Language and Sexual Content

If there's two things Sharky Boshaw knows like the back of his hand, it's how to start a fire, and how to woo a woman.

Okay, there’s one thing he knows, it's arson. Fire enthusiasm.

But the wooing women part, well. There's some learnin' to do. Specially with that hot-shot Rook out there snatching up all the fine ladies of Hope County. And really, who wants to bang a catch like him when there's a fuckin' cop with loose morals storming around blowing up Peggies like the fourth of July? Used to be he and Hurk could at least catch a wink or a kiss, if not the occasional drunken bathroom blowjob.

And god damnit if he ain't gonna shoot his shot for precisely the latter, from that blonde badger-looking broad across the bar.

“Well honestly I was thinkin' about maybe goin' down to the river by my mama's place and catchin' frogs again after dark, if yer feelin' up to it,” Hurk elbows him just hard enough to bring his bleary-eyed focus over to his cousin, “you wanna maybe pick up some beers and call the Dep and-“

“Man fuck po-po, okay? Well actually don’t, that'd be weird, he's like. Your business partner, man,” Sharky interrupts, tugging on the bill of his cap, “just… sorry cuz. I'm trynna get laid and Rook's gettin' all the bitches. He's got asses bouncing at him left and right and I just wanna see what that girl over there tastes like, you know?”

Hurk blinks once or twice before the tinge of pink flushes his cheeks, certainly not from the excess of shit beer he’s been knocking back, and opens his mouth to retort before deciding another drink is a better option. After one big swig, which Sharky gladly matches, he musters up the proper response.

“Cuz, I don’t think you wanna go down on her right there at the bar-“

“Aw shit man, not what I meant,” he grimaces, “ain’t done that in ages. A pretty gal like her don’t deserve my half-ass attempt.”

“Just ask her h'wat her name is first,” Hurk says simply, tipping his beer bottle towards the very blonde in question, who raises an eyebrow at the two of them.

Never in his damn life has the Spread Eagle suddenly felt so hot. Like, not fire heat, no, that shit's tolerable and preferable, to whatever suffocating swamp is bogging down his lungs and making his face burn red. She’s looking right at him and she doesn’t seem to give a shit. She's looking right at him and fluttering those pretty lashes and – by god she just belched.

Open-mouthed chest-thumping cockles-of-her-soul belched.

Oh god he's in love.

“Pretty lady what's your name?” he blurts before his thoughts have come even halfway back round in his skull, and she stiffens in surprise.

“Me?” she says, and her voice is gruff like sandpaper and oh god he's in love not drunk, in love damnit.

…a little drunk maybe.

“Good job Shark,” Hurk encourages with a pat on the shoulder, and Sharky swats out blindly to hush him up.

The blonde across the bar looks between the two of them, then at herself, down at the dirty t-shirt she's wearing, and back up into his eyes. Can she see into his soul? Is she actually a witch or some shit? Was that belch her wicked mating call, and she’s gonna lure him back to her evil swamp lair and bite his head off like a praying mantis? He swears one of her eyes is a little off kilter but she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“Francine,” she says, almost sounding surprised, but that’s fine, her name is lovely, “er. Frannie.”

He can't even speak. How does he respond to that? Where have his words gone? He definitely passed third grade English. Maybe. Probably not. God damn this bar feels like a sauna.

“Niiice to meeeet yeewww, Frannciiine,” Hurk hisses, “you gotsta respond dude.”

“You're hot,” is what he says instead, “or. It's hot. In here. Cuz you’re. Pretty. I like your shirt. Nice belch.”

Chances ruined. Shot deflected. What the fuck came out of his mouth? This is why he can't get his dick wet.

But Frannie – blessed Frannie – smiles big as can be and hides behind a big swill of her pint. Slams it back down on the bar with froth on her upper lip like the most graceful mustache he's ever seen on a lady (and he’s seen plenty in Hope County.) She doesn’t even bother to wipe it off her face before she’s up out of her seat and heading for the door. But something about that grin on her freckled face says follow me not I'm noping the fuck outta here.

And so he does, with a celebratory if not preemptive whoop from his cousin.

“Git ‘er Sharky!” Hurk claps his hands together, and all he can do is snort as he stumbles off his own stool and after the walking embodiment of his deepest drunken desires.

Following behind her is like chasing a deer through the brush. Except he’s never done that, and she's drunk enough to stumble a little as she trudges out the front door. Granted, so is he, but he’s always carried himself well enough to get by. At least, that's what he tells himself. Hurk says he looks kinda like a bowlegged daddy longlegs when he's drunk, but what does Hurk know about majesty when he sees it?

“This way stranger!” he hears from outside on the porch as the door swings shut between them.

Barging through is easy, but catching up to her halfway across the street is hard when he’s this wobbly.

“Where you goin' Frannie?” Sharky calls, a little more high-pitched than he'd intended, and she laughs real quiet so he can just barely hear.

“Just come on, ballcap, got somethin' to show you!” she says over her shoulder, but he isn’t focused on her face when she angles it back at him, “just across the street!”

“Well alright, but I'll have you know I am a gentleman, thank you very much, and I'm not expecting no free peep show in the alley,” he clarifies, “a man of culture and chivalry only expects titty flashes in the open street, or in the privacy of someone's bedroom - doesn't matter whose.”

He sees her elbows bend, watches her hands settle on the hem of her t-shirt, and holy Bongo II is she gonna turn around and flash him did that just work hello God it’s me Sharky—

Frannie face plants in the gravel not two steps further. Tripped on her own damn feet or something. And in that moment, sprawled in the dirt, limbs akimbo, she may as well be a fallen angel. He can’t even help her up he’s too busy tripping over his own self, ogling at the sight before him. This woman is a mess, and he might be too.

Okay no he totally is.

Somehow he manages to stumble forward and get ahold of one of her hands, and in a semi-fruitless struggle Frannie manages to get her ass under her and up onto her knees with his help. She's got mud on her face, and a skinned elbow, and the lopsided grin she offers says she's just fine.

“Was gonna show you but I fell,” she says simply, and all he can do is nod like an imbecile, “but come on I really wanna show you this other thing!”

The two of them get Francine on her feet and steady enough to start walking, and the second she turns away and out of his loose grasp he panics.

“I’m Sharky nice to meet you Frannie,” he gets out all in one exhale, “you don’t have to show me your tits they’re probably real nice. But I’m too drunk to remember them tomorrow and I'd really want to you know?”

Frannie pauses in her stride and turns back to him, still wearing that wide crooked smile.

“How bout I show you tonight and tomorrow? Why not both?”

“I mean. I’m not gonna say no. But I don’t think either of us are in the right way to be doin' that shit as drunk as we are,” he says, and since when has he cared?

How many women has he let yank him to the bathroom or out by the dumpster to fuck around with after a long night of drinking? …not as many as he’d like to imagine. Maybe only like two. Okay, he's got a point.

His companion simply nods, fine enough with his opinion, and ambles back on down her path. This time he manages to catch up to her and match her stride, and before he knows it he's mustered up the courage to reach out and hold her hand. The whole thing is giving him butterflies, and if Hurk could see him now he’d probably tease him for a solid month about it. The great Charlemagne Victor Boshaw, reduced to holding hands with a cute girl, going off on some adventure.

Seems she's leading him to the water tower nearby, and he’s fully prepared to tell her he’s scared of heights, but she keeps on walking. Up the little hill, towards the outside of town, to the little patch of trees up the road. The thought strikes him that perhaps he's about to get stabbed, or shot, or stabbed and shot – or maybe she really is gonna bite his head off in her evil lair – but then she looks to him and smiles again, squeezes his hand, and, nah, he’ll be fine.

#sharky boshaw #far cry 5 #moss writes #fanfiction #sharky x oc #frannie boshaw #far cry oc #far cry #ubisoft

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lyssaraiven · 5 years

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Embarrassment

so i finally fucking finished this.. its for @naturallytom and @sunshinehollandd writing challenge to celebrate their milestones so the theme was disney channel movies and here it issss

warnings: idk not really anything.. kind of a sucking ending

words: 1572.. ik its a lot

Tony Stark decided to keep his daughter’s identity a secret since there was no doubt that they would have an issue because of the Avenger’s and how they manage to piss off a bunch of people that should never be pissed off (example; aliens). So, Y/N Stark went to Midtown High under the name Y/N Jackson, purposely so that Peter could unknowingly protect her if anything were to happen.

Tuesday, April 7, 2014 in the Chemistry Lab in building 402 at Midtown High School was when everything, yet nothing seemed to change.

Peter and Y/N were paired up for the biggest experiment of the year, and since the two of you were such geniuses, Ms. Ian let you work in a pair instead of a group of four. You moved to the seat in front of him and swiveled around to face him.

“What’s up, Parker?” you asked Peter, as you chewed what seemed to be 9 million pieces of gum.

“Huh?”

“Peter. How. Are. You? Are you okay?” You waved your hand in front of his face as his eyebrows knitted together and his nose scrunched up in an adorable- wait what? nevermind-

“Oh! I-I’m okay I guess- Hey sorry about that I was um- you know what? I’m good thanks, h-how’re you?” Peter looked nervous, like really nervous, so nervous it was kinda cute- what the hell? You raised a brow and changed the subject, your face brightening as you talked about the experiment.

After class, as Peter made his way to the lunchroom, you stopped him “Hey should we meet up or go to your place for the project, mine’s no good.”

“My place is good, can I get your number maybe? S-so I can text you about later.”

Your mouth quirked up into a grin as you spoke, “Damn Peter, already getting my number. I feel like I should get to know you first.” His face lit up and a smile formed, “Yeah well, that;s what tonight’s for, right?”

“You got balls Parker. Later?” “Yeah, later.”

Happy picked you up down the street from school and drove you home to your family, the Avengers. When you were little, your mother passed away but before she died, you met your father and was left in his care after her passing. From there your ‘family’ grew with every new superhero joining the team. You trained with them, cooked for them, and talked about school over dinner like an actual family.

When you got home, everyone you interacted with could tell you were in a good mood. Finally Thor, your best eating buddy, managed to get an explanation out of you.

“I’m just happy I guess, I’m going to a friend’s house later though.” As if talking about him gave Peter some sort of sign, he finally text,

Hey

Here's my address: 20 Ingram st apt 508

Got it

“Hey Happy, we gotta go-” you started.

“Going where?”

“Oh, hey dad, I’m going to my friend’s house to work on our chemistry project.” you said as you texted Peter again.

I’ll be there in like 15mins, kay?

Alrighty tighty

Are you like 5?

Yes. Yes I am

You beamed as you read that last text, but when you looked up at your dad your smile faded when he gave you a look like he was expecting something. You rolled your eyes and gave him details of what was happening.

You kissed him on the cheek before walking in the elevator to have Happy drive you into Queens, “I’ll be home later, bye.” Tony and Thor gave a little wave as the doors closed.

“The kid she’s hanging out with sounds familiar, I wonder if I know ‘em”

“Whatever, Parker. You’re a nerd.”

“Hey you’re a nerd too!”

“Whatever, I’m pretty. Not that your not hot- but I’m pretty.”

“I’m hot?”

Your cheeks flushed red and pink as you realized what you said. “Yup! But, your like a hot that not everyone notices, but when they do, it turns out to be really obvious.”

“Okay, hey-”

You apologized as your phone rang, it was your dad. “Shit, I’ll be right back. ‘Hey daddy, what’s up.’

“Oh, nothing I was just wondering when my precious daughter was coming home”, he seethed.

“Yeah I’m on my way, just waiting for Happy, that’s all. Yup. So, I gotsta go, but I’ll see you at home, okay bye!” You knew Tony could tell you lost track of time since you were obviously nervous, lying not being one of your strong suits.

“Hey, so I gotta go, but I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah-yeah totally. Okay.” The two of you seemed to just stand there and be awkward until you got a text from Happy, saying he was there.

“Alright, um bye. I guess.” “Yeah” Peter walked you to the door and you gave him a slight peck on the cheek as a goodbye.

……………………………………………………………………………………………

That Saturday, Peter was in the lab with Mr. Stark, working on a new prototype for his suit. Y/N wasn’t home so Tony let him come over and he was able to walk through the house without worry. While working on the suit, Tony made a remark on his strangely good mood.

“What’s up kid, you look like you just had se-”

“Mr. Stark! I-It’s nothing, j-just some g-girl I was hanging out with a couple days ago. That’s it. That’s all. Nothing else.” Peter looked jittery and nervous, so Tony knew he must really like this girl.

“Alright kid, just let me tell you, don’t get stuck in something that could ruin your life.”

“O-okay.”

“So who is she?”

“Mr, Stark!” Tony gave him a look, so Peter started to talk about Y/N. “Her name is Y/N Jackson, she has h/c hair and e/c eyes and she’s just really cool and pretty and we’re grouped together for a project in Chemistry.”

Tony’s jaw set as he heard you describe his daughter and he took one look into your eyes looking all dreamy-like and he was pissed beyond words.

“Peter I’m gonna tell you once and only once. That girl is my daughter and you will never talk about her again or tell her who you are and you will not, I repeat, not date her or kiss her, or even hug her. Got it. She’s off limits.” Tony looked at Peter with such hate in his eyes, it was surprising Peter wasn’t a pile of ashes already.

“G-got it, sir.” “Good.”

……………………………………………………………………………..........

You and Peter ended up getting an A on their experiment, but for some reason he started ghosting you, and you were as confused as ever because you thought you and him were getting pretty flirty and you thought maybe you guys could be friends, or more. But you guessed Peter Parker wasn’t up for it, because he ignored your texts and waves in school, and he just always seemed to disappear when you were about to talk to him.

After two weeks of the ghosting situation started happening, you got fed up and trapped him in the boys bathroom to talk. You seen him leave his calculus class, which was across the hall from your study class, and you followed him to the bathroom. You made sure when you walked in no one else was in there, and you waited. When Peter walked out the stall, he kept his head down to wash his hands, but when he looked up and saw you, fear crossed his features.

“Y-Y/N, uhm this is the boys bathr-” he started panicking, scared that Mr. Stark would find out and take away his suit and maybe end your life.

“I know. But I need to talk to you, and everywhere I go, you just disappear out of thin air. Poof.” You made hand gestures about his disappearing act, and Peter followed your hands, trying to avoid your eyes. “Listen Peter. What the fuck is up with you. I-I mean one second I’m amazing, and the next you’re embarrassed to be seen with me? What the hell?”

“Y/N,” Peter started, “I can’t talk to you. I was specifically told, no threatened, not to talk to you. Okay? And I’m sorry, but I like you but at the same time I don’t want your dad-”

“My dad! You know who my dad is? Who told you? Who are you? Did you know before we started to talk? Did you tell anyone? Peter answer!” Soon you would be screaming and no one wanted that, so Peter grabbed your hands, which were waving very close to his nose, and put them to your sides.

“Your dad told me okay! I was in the lab with him, and he said I had a look, and so I told him about you and he told me to not interact with you, so I didn’t. And I didn’t tell anyone. I swear.”

“Are you sure?” It’s not like you don’t trust Peter, you were just checking, because girls told each other everything, and if you were the one to find out Peter Parker was Tony Stark’s son, you definitely would have to tell someone.

“Yes”

“Okay, good. I-I guess I’m gonna go so, bye” You were upset, and tears had welled up somewhere in your conversation, so you really just wanted to go home and cry into your pillow.

alr so i told u a sucky ending.. i just left it like that bc everytime i tried to add more it just started getting worse and worse so. thats it. bye

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!daughter #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #writing challenge #ally and emma #first story #bad ending #sorry

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