#theres a chance that beam comes back

[chainsawch]

what da dog doin

[intertexts]

don't particularly have any major feelings abt this except my continual burning "telling everybody to go listen to more and better ap shows" instinct as always but i really do think that if u like pd & are getting antsy during the hiatus & also r hitting every single character w the transgenderism beam & such. please please check out eidolon playtest for the love of god. insanely good ap show. better on a mechanical level certainly. the vibes r very similar to pd. theres so many girl pcs including closeted tgirl latine pc with a coming to terms w/ her gender & finally shedding the miserable layers of repression & self loathing. there's a he/she/they detective prince with a guy they manifest who looks like a shaggy metalhead & can sense shame. there's awesome eternally head empty really kind nb pc with a turtle named dog & a scooby doo van. there r characters of color & players of color. there is lesbianism & bisexuality & incredible stressed out perfectionist horsegirls who want to be astronauts & lame scruffy skater dykes. there is a beautiful and charming and friendly beetle. there's crucially REALLY FUCKING GOOD STORYTELLING. and also they hate cops. it's like if persona & jojo had a cute awesome baby. it's a best-friends-solving-mysteries type beat. please for the love of God go listen to eidolon playtest season 3 DISCO/SKA it has an 80% chance of making u happier than searching for rep in the four cis white dudes ap show....... theres literally Zero fanbase for it that I've seen which makes me go crazy go stupid. go here. listen to disco 0 & ska 0 and maybe the first real episodes of them. thats a couple hours. come back here & tell me ur thoughts & ill draw u literally whatever u want. im bribing u guys now im so so desperate and feel so bad watching people trying to fix one show when they could be watching another that already has literally everything they want.....

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

i know theres so much talk about bunny kappa, or just general bunny rory... but please, can we talk about puppy rory characters? i need my fill!! puppy danny? puh-leeeease bro. or even puppy gabe? possum... he just Is Puppy. i need some headcanons or something!!

Can we all take a moment to talk about puppy!Gabe because…uhm, I need him…like now?

Also, dearest nonnie, can I point you towards my Masterlist? I have three full puppy!Kappa fics on there. Closer, Worship I and Worship II <3

Please excuse this being a bit short but the current heatwave is not for me and just yesterday I wrote 3.6k words about Gabriel losing his virginity…my brain is in “power saving” mode.

Smutty puppy!Gabriel HCs under the cut! 18+!

🐶 Okay, let’s start with what plopped into my head first thing while thinking about it: Gabe would be the most playful and bubbly puppy ever! Oh, he’d be so happy to be your good little puppy boy at any given chance.

Gabriel would go full-on service sub-puppy, for sure! Being very attentive to your needs but especially your mood, always looking out for you after a long and hard day at work, determined to cheer you up if your coworkers were too dense to get anything even barely productive going again.

🐶 At first, he might have been a bit shy around the idea of wearing a collar 24/7 but after you bought him a very pretty one, made out of smooth black leather that would caress his neck just right, not too tight or itchy, he fell for it even harder than you did. In addition to that, you bought a fitting, silver dog tag with his name engraved on it to attach to the O-ring of the collar, making sure to remind him to whom he belonged all around the clock…but really? Gabriel wouldn’t need any reminder of that at all because he’d be all about you all day every day.

🐶 Whenever you’d come home stressed from work, he’d personally sit you down on the couch, get you a fizzy beverage of your liking straight from the fridge and proceed to go down on you whilst you decompressed from the hectic shift. I’m a firm believer that Gabe would get himself in an eager frenzy, getting oh so desperately worked up by just eating you out, the lower half of his face wet with your arousal would have him lapping at your clit like a man parched. This fine puppy boy right here would make sure to get you off good and at least twice before he’d let you get up from the cushioned sofa again, looking up to you from between your thighs with wide and beaming blue eyes, asking if you felt satisfied with his services.

At that, you’d pet his head thoroughly, letting him know just how much of a perfectly obedient and well-behaved puppy he was for you and how much you appreciate owning him as your puppy. You’d make sure to never take him for granted!

🐶 Oh lawd, don’t get me started on how excited Gabriel would be when he gets to fuck you. At first, he’d be so sweet and gentle with you, kissing you all over, needily sucking at your tits while his fingers draw over your clit to make sure that you are all wet and aroused enough for him to thrust into you but as soon as he is inside of you, stretching you out just the right way, hitting all your favorite spots with the tip of his throbbing cock, he’d go feral over you. Just fucking into you until you’d have forgotten all about your boss being a dickhead that day or the traffic jam on the way back home. Gabe would unceremoniously rail you. Don’t mistake that sweet sweet boy for being innocent in the sheets just because he looks like only doing missionary with the lights off. Nuh-uh!

🐶 On days when you had the luxury of working from home, Gabriel would insist on sitting underneath your desk while your fingers typed away on the keyboard, pleasuring you with his tongue throughout your shift while his fingers would massage you from the inside. Oh, he’d love you working from home because it meant getting you all to himself all day long, thinking about pouring you a nice, hot bubbly bath whilst knuckles-deep in your warm cunt, his fingertips rubbing against that extra sensitive spot just long enough for you to lose your focus and taunt him a little, a teeny tiny bit.

🐶 Thinking about it, I believe Gabe would not be into heavy degradation, no, he’d enjoy you praising him over and over much more. He’d take great pride in being your puppy, trying his best to avoid any shortcomings that would lead you to scold him. However, if that kind of situation was to arise, you’d correct him softly, gently pointing out what displeased you, and the hardest punishment (more of a funishment, really) he’d ever get from you would be going to the mall with you on the weekend while wearing a plug to fill him up all nice and snug as you occupy yourself with swatching eyeshadows, asking him which one’s he likes best. The green sparky one or the rather toned-down, chocolate brown one? Decisions, decisions…

Sweet Gabriel would try so hard to wrap his mind around the colorful swipes of makeup on the back of your hand but it would be to no avail. The way the plug pressed against his prostate just right, keeping his cock hard right out there, in public would have his face flushed with a wash of red for the entirety of the shopping trip, would have him begging and whining about needing to go to the restrooms to just quickly relieve himself of the pulsing hard-on in his pants. Oh, poor puppy, sucks to be you right now, no, Gabe? Tough luck but that sweet sweet release would have to wait until back at home.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Nothing Compares.

Oh, great! I was thinking about an Eddie x Reader fic to Meat Loaf's "I'd do anything for love (but I won't do that)". That Corroded Coffin gets a chance to play somewhere bigger after a night at the Hideout and then they got a chance at a record deal and going on tour. Reader though has gotten accepted to a good college, maybe even with a scholarship, and she just tells Eddie (even though it breaks her own heart too) that she doesn't want to hold him back and that a high school sweetheart won't hold a chance to all the other women he's going to meet as a rockstar. Realistic thoughts but the way she speaks about herself just breaks Eddie too. He agrees though, but they are both miserable so at graduation he comes back to Hawkins and proposes to her saying something like "I'd do anything for you, except leave you when we still love each other. If you think a high school sweetheart can't measure up, how about a wife and the love of my life?" :)

Request by @slightlyvicked

Warnings; Angst, breaking up, Struggles in moving on, fluff.

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I'm back a little earlier than planned 💖 hope you all enjoy this fic 😘💞💞

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Something amazing had happened in the few short months before graduation.

Corroded Coffin was in with a chance for a record deal after performing at the Hideout and then a bigger venue after they were spotted by a talent executive.

Yn was so proud of Eddie and the band. She always knew how talented they all were. How talented a singer and songwriter Eddie was.

With the record deal came her acceptance into college and while Eddie excitedly plowed along with their plans together for after graduation, a sinking feeling was burning in her gut.

Eddie would be around so many beautiful women, she never ever thought he would cheat on her, he wasn't like that but with so many beautiful women going to be around him how could she compete?

He would be a rockstar and she was his high school sweetheart? Her heart sinks day by day as she realized their relationship was heading towards an end.

With Eddie beside her and the thoughts piling around in her head she turns to Eddie and takes his hand.

"How's my rockstar doing?" he beams and kisses her.

"Everything is such a whirlwind now we secured the record deal babe. We are predominantly going to be based in California for recording and stuff, theres talks of a tour"

Eddie looked so excited and her heart was breaking at what she had to do next.

"You'll meet so many amazing people, a lot of women" he frowns.

"All I need is you, sweetheart. I wanna be a rockstar, yeah but I'd never cheat on you with groupies or models or shit. You're my world"

Tears roll down her cheeks.

"You were accepted into so many colleges baby, maybe you could pick one in Cali, and when you aren't studying you could be with me"

"Eddie, none of the other guys will have girlfriends hanging around. I don't want to hold you back"

His expression falls, agony in his eyes.

"What the fuck are you saying yn?" her lip wobbles and he softens holding her close.

"I just cant imagine me measuring up to all the beautiful women you are going to meet"

Eddie scowls.

"Don't you dare speak like that about yourself princess. I love you so much" she wipes her eyes feeling shaky.

"It's just me being realistic" she tells him and tears run down his cheeks.

"Realistic? What dont you get? No one will measure up to you ever. It doesn't matter who the woman are that I'm going to meet because they aren't you!"

She squeezes his hand.

"It's for the best Eddie, I love you so much. I'll always love you but I know I can't measure up. I know I have to let you go"

Anger flickers over his features.

"Do you not even want to try to make us work, you want to give up that easily!" he snaps and she feels her own anger spill out.

"Of course, I do, so much but I am being a realist for once and not a dreamer" her anger melts away into heartache again.

It's then that she notices the slump in Eddie

"I love you, sweetheart. I will never forget you or stop loving you" she kisses him fiercely. It's their last kiss, she knows it despite his protests and she wants to savor it.

They are both in tears and he presses a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you but you need to go and be a rockstar baby, without me holding you back. Go live your rockstar dream" she whispers softly.

Eddie kisses her again and they make love for the last time. It's even more perfect than usual as she and Eddie whisper words of love and worship each others bodies.

When she wakes up the next morning, Eddie stays to press one last kiss on her forehead, holding her tight.

"You're my dream sweetheart" she smiles trying to hide her tears as she clings to him.

"Maybe one day, year's from now we will find our way back to each other Eddie?" she suggests hoping that is true and his big brown eyes light up.

"I'm gonna hold you to that princess"

When he leaves after tearful goodbyes she finally lets herself break down.

I would do anything for love, I know it's true and that's a fact

I would do anything for love and there'll never be no turning back.

💞

Somehow time passes. She's a wreck but tries to hold it together. She will never love anyone the way she loves Eddie.

At some point, she knows Eddie will meet someone. He's going to meet fellow rockstar women and models, etc. She couldn't measure up to that.

It was just her being realistic as she told Eddie.

Fuck, she misses him so much though and it didn't help when newspapers around Hawkins were chronicling Corroded Coffins journey.

As much as she was proud of the boys seeing models hanging around them. Around Eddie broke her heart even more.

What did she expect though? For Eddie to pine over her for years? No. Realistically (fuck she hated that word right now) he would move on.

Maybe if she looked closer then she would have seen how Eddie didn't look happy, the agony in his eyes, that in the two months that passed it felt like part of him was missing.

Exactly how she felt.

She didn't know he phoned Wayne and poured his heart out down the phone about missing her.

That it didn't matter how many rockstar women, models, or actresses he met because none of them compared to her.

No. As far as she knew he had moved on...

But I'll never do it better than I do it with you, so long, so long.

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Graduation arrives and it's bittersweet because Eddie would be graduating today.

The emotions in her are high and she finds herself missing Eddie more than ever.

She certainly doesn't expect Eddie to show up for graduation but when she is accepting her diploma she nearly faints on the spot at seeing him sitting beside her family, Uncle Wayne and the rest of the band.

He's dressed all in black, black jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket, he looks so handsome and all she wants to do is hug him.

Of course, he would be here to see everyone graduate. She should have known that he wouldn't miss that.

So many girls are swooning over him, former classmates that called him a freak, and every name under the sun suddenly find him interesting.

To yn, he had always been amazing, interesting, and wonderful. To her surprise, he didn't look twice at any of the girls, he only had eyes for her.

And I would do anything for love, oh I would do anything for love but I won't do that.

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After graduation, she walks over to where Eddie is sitting and chatting to her family and his uncle Wayne.

"What are you doing here Eddie?" he gets up and strokes her cheek.

"I've missed you more than anything sweetheart" her heart lurches painfully because she misses him. It feels like half of her is missing.

"Eddie, you've hit the big time with Corroded Coffin. I am so proud of you. All the newspapers have talked about your success, and all the people you are meeting"

He sighs.

"It's amazing baby, I'm so grateful for the band's success but it's nothing when I don't have my girl by my side.

It doesn't matter who I meet, they aren't you. I don't want any woman except you. All I want is you"

"I'm trying to enjoy the success but I feel fucking miserable without my princess beside me. The guys eventually told me to stop moping and get you back"

"I'd do anything for love, except leave you when we still love each other. If you think a high school sweetheart can't measure up...

I would do anything for love

Anything you've been dreaming of, but I just won't do that

He kneels down on one knee and pulls out a beautiful ring she gasps and feels tears roll down her cheek- happy tears.

"How about a wife and the love of my life?" he asks her and he's crying too.

"Yes! Yes!" she beams. He holds her tightly in his arms and kisses her.

Their friends are cheering, her family and uncle Wayne.

"You're my soulmate princess. I love you so much" Eddie tells her.

"I love you too Eddie" he kisses her and places the ring on her finger.

I would do anything for love

Anything you've been dreaming of, but I just won't do that

[musubiki]

I have like three cat witches guild questions so I’m just gonna ask them all at once

Can Mochi use water magic? She’s the cat witch so she probs can but avoids it as much as possible do to her distaste for it. Leave that shit up to Taffy. I was imagining Lime pining down a rouge Ikasumi drawing yelling at Mochi to water gun it or whatever and she’s just like “I CANT THAT SPELL IS GROSS I DONT WANNA” and Lime just blank staring at her as Coco has to walk up and dump her hydro flask on the drawing and oops some of it got on Limes head teehee. They made her learn bubble beam after that

If Mochi can infuse magic into items like Lime’s bat and Coco’s shoes does she also have that in her broom? What if she got knocked away from her broom and Lime goes to pick it up mid fight and tries to use whatever magical blast she has stored in it to finish off the beast and he successfully fires it off but it shoots him back like 100 feet and it’s drained all his mana. Mans is down for the count after that hit, and now he realizing that Mochi does this all the flippin time during their battles and if looks like nothing to her??? How powerful is she??????

Lime waking up first after one of the first sleepover cuddle sessions and looking down at a slowly waking up Mochi and she asks what he’s thinking about and his thought process can roughly be translated to “REDACTED, █████, WITHHELD, NOT AUTHORIZED, 18+ █████, MUST HAVE HIGHER AUTHORIZATION TO ACCESS, █████, SHES SO FUCKIN CUUUUUTE” but what comes out is “eh nothing much”

Thank you for your time have a nice day

UHGNGFHGN I LOVE ALL THESE QUESTIONS TBH!!!!!!!!!!!!

she CAN use water magic, but she is absolutely ass at it. its notorious for the cat witch to be bad at water magic, you shouldnt be able to have good control over the only thing youre weak against. so she TRIES but its much like aang trying to earthbend, it doesnt work well with her. prior to taffy joining the guild, she couldnt use it at all (even after practicing hours and hours. pom knows she will never fully master water magic but it wont stop her from trying). even after taffy joins them and tries to teach her (hes ass at teaching by the way) she never grasps it fully. any water magic from then on is in taffys hands, mochi cant do it. its actually faster and more efficent to solve the problem in another way than to try to use bad water magic on it!!

this im not 100% decided on!!! im media theres a lot of different broom routes to take, some gives them complete sentience and some its just an object...in mochis case for now i just think of it as an object... im actually not even sure its something infused with magic, if mochi went through the magic-infusing theatrics. it might just be a traditional object you sit on to fly and the actual flight itself comes from mochi.....,,,.or!! its special in the sense that it can channel magic!!!! i say this because i dont think anyone else in the guild could fly on it even if they borrowed it from mochi!!! BUT THE IDEA OF LIME TRYING OUT ONE OF MOCHIS THINGS AND GETTING ABSOLUTELY BODIED BY IT IS AMAZING!!!!!! she probably stands over him like "Are u ok" and he has the most dumbfounded expression on his face

yes. 1000%. this scene fills my brain regularly. theres a 10000% chance he wakes up a little bit before her just so he can feel her sleeping on him. too many times shes trying to fall asleep and is like "Why are you so tense?" and he just gotta lay there like "Uhhhhhh nothing--"

[thegeminisage]

man theres so many CHESTS just laying around in the zora area

also it is AAALLWAYS raining girl let me CLIMB

these underwater/underground ruins are SO COOL i wish i'd seen these the first time i was here

YOOOOOOO MY FUCKING CLIMBING BOOTS. FOUND THEM!!!!!!!!!

shrine puzzle here where i gotta take the crystal and follow the beam. i am quite clearly supposed to build a raft, but there are materials for a bike. decided against this bc i love rafting in this game and also bc of the low ceiling, even though with the crystal as a counterweight the low ceiling ought to be no problem

actually, i should have done the bike. rafting is more fun when you're going with the current and not against it and also i'm dying to see how my new battery holds up <3

BIKE GOOD...i can't wait to get a chance to properly put it thru its paces

oh man i did a really long korok trip that with my old battery i wouldn't have been able to do!!!

there's a BED? up here at the reservoir. i slept in it expecting my bike to despawn but it was still there when i woke up

and a sidequest for helping this zora get stones for mipha's court...good i could use a break lol

NIIIICE zora fabric!!

god the music in mipha court still fucking kills me. it's crazy bc i didn't even LIKE mipha that much in the first game!! like ofc i cared about her, but she wasn't eating holes in my brain. but man...........

CLIMBERS BANDANAAAAAAAAAA AT FUCKING LAST

back in the ancoent zora waterworks for 1. zora greaves quest and 2. Frog. it's still really cool in here...

oh shit the water is gone!!! crazy..............

GOT MY GREAVES!!!

holy shit i just fused a weapon with 104 atk lol i can NEVER use this i have to save it for ganondorf. and a club with 72 atk wtf

well, i broke them immediately. i equipped one for a sneakstrike and i guess i forgot to unequip it so i must've broken them in this fight cuz they're both gone :(

uh...no...their attack got halved...? maybe i had some kind of effect going for me in the waterworks? water attack up or something? but i hadn't had any special food or armor...

OH i see! the zora swords i used for fusion have atk up when wet. it was raining and now it stopped lol. i almost panicked

:| i saved blood moon guy again and he said OH I KNEW YOU'D COME...like.........adn now he is like well i can do my research w/o fear. u always rescue me. buddy one day theyre gonna roast you over their little campfire before my ass gets here. then what. freak

oh damn he gave me a diamond??? ok fine ig

found another high/low tide cave. i like it better than the last one, probably bc this time i'm not trying to steer a shivery purse dog npc thru it on a raft

my rubber tights!!!!!!! FINALLY i can ride and farm farosh like she deserves. mwah

ANOTHER block puzzle i can't get...am i just stupid???

got my lightscale trident! unfortunately i am definitely gonna break it bc i do not have room for it in my house lol

lol sidon's wife says he talks about link constantly. "link is the best" "no task is insurmountable when i am with link" is he like. ok. like man are you happy are you like good? crackpot theory sidon like zelda canonically has a crush but it's up to us the decide if it's requited lol. i seriously tinfoil hat think he's gay. like is this all accidental writing sure but also. good lord

i am not against sidon getting hitched or whatever but this whole thing is so WEIRD...................

THE MAN HAS A STATUE OF THEM. LIKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE whatever look it's fine. i'm normal. this is so normal. i think this is why i left in a hurry last time actually. weird vibes i get around here. i can't be doing this shit during pride month

happily this is all i have time for today. tomorrow i wanna try doing more story lol the right side of my map is so close to being clear but i need a break!!!

[wumpyprincessdrea]

Hi all! Here is an additional segment to The Light of the New Moon! I really hope that you enjoy it! I will caution that the content of my story may upset some individuals. The cw's in this bit are as follows: medical trauma, experimentation, broken bones.

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The Light of the New Moon

Part 3

Nocturna woke up hours later in the same place where she was left.   Upon opening her eyes, she could finally see the familiar shapes of the room.   Everything was much clearer.   She tried to sit up but found she was still very tightly bound to the table.  Her body hurt, but the inferno that seared her veins was no longer present.   The pain was more of a throbbing ache which one would experience after strenuous exercise.  Nocturna let out an exhausted groan.

"Oh good, you're awake.   I was starting to worry if our little experiment was too much!"

The woman quickly walked over to Nocturna's side again with her journal.  

"So, how are we feeling?"

Nocturna closed her eyes for a minute, and frowned as she continued to come to her senses.

"It's a bit difficult to say at the moment.   But my muscles are sore and I have a throbbing headache."

The woman recorded this new information in her journal.

"I see.   However, it does not surprise me.  You were in a great amount of pain, you were afraid, angry, and a touch anxious.  In normal circumstances that would be enough to cause any lycan to go into a frenzied state. It would likely cause the lycan to be forced into transformation. Your body was internally fighting itself.  Part of you wanted to transform, but it couldn't. This may explain why you are so sore."

Nocturna sighed, closing her eyes again from fatigue.

The woman walked in a circle around Nocturna, studying her. 

"But why didn't you transform? It is almost as if the wolfsbane kept you in your human form."   We will have to test this theory later. I want to allow you oneday of rest. I need you at full streng th.  Now that we know what that tesvb t did to you, I'm going to have to do it again... but I have more things in store.   I want to see if I can push you into transformation.  

Nocturna winced at the woman's words, whimpering slightly. 

"Don't be such a baby, you will be fine.... at least I am giving you a chance to recover."

Nocturna sighed, her face becoming neutral, hiding her fear.

"Since, I am unsure of when this... will end, what do I call you?" Asked Nocturna.

"I am Lorelei, however, I dont think there will be much dialog between us, so I dont think it matters.  Now, I did promise you a day of rest so that you can recuperate before our next assessment.  She pulled a second lever by the table and the chains and leather retracted, leaving Nocturna unbound. Nocturna sighed heavily in relief, at the removal.   She tried to sit up, but instantly regretted it and laid back down, her face grimaced from the pain as a rib cracked.

"Oh. I should have warned you... you should probably lay still.  You see, due to the nature of our experiment, your muscles, bones, and other structures are incredibly weak.   Moving, is not only futile, but will only worsten your discomfort.   Oh dear..... tsk tsk tsk.... Your rib.... it's cracked.... such a pity...."

Lorelei beamed at this new opportunity.   "Oooh I know just the thing to help it!! We can test a new formula I developed!" 

Nocturna winced at her words, and without thinking she moved her hand to her injured ribs and cried out in pain, feeling her muscles from her shoulder to her hand spasm. She swore under her breath.  

Lorelei ignored Nocturna's complaining and left to retrieve something.   She returned holding a small container that held a strange balm.  Lorelei appeared more unhinged than before.   She approached Nocturna and sat next to her with the jar.  She then put on a pair of specially made gloves and opened the small pot which contained a deep purple cream. 

"Now, I have done some research and it turns out that while wolfsbane is extremely toxic, it also contains some healing properties... I want to test my new product...."

Lorelei chortled, dipping her hand into the jar and scooping a dollop into her hand.

"I am not sure how this will effect you, so please, be very honest with me.  Again, all of this is for science and it will be used to help the rest of us.....Remember, moving will only make the pain worse...."  

Nocturna said nothing.   She laid completely still and found a focal point on the ceiling. She slowly tried to force herself to zone out.

Lorelei smiled, and applied the salve to Nocturna's injured ribcage, who instantly recoiled at the moment the linament was applied, crying out in anguish as more internal damage was inflicted.  

"Oh dear.... and here I thought this would help...."

Nocturna did her best to lay still despite seething in agony.   She tried to speak and beg Lorelei to stop, but no sound came out.   Lorelei took a step back and watched as Nocturna's body shook with anguish. She watched as her body lurched from the pain.    Then she lay still, completely unconscious.  

[junipersdragon]

Center of Gravity

A Gravity Falls Fanfic

(Part 1)

If you’ve ever taken a roadtrip through the Pacific Northwest, you’ve probably seen a bumper sticker for a place called Gravity Falls. It’s not on any maps, and most people have never even heard of it. I certainly hadn’t before my dad decided to uproot our entire lives and move there one summer when I was thirteen. At the time, I resented him for it. I was being forced to leave everything I had ever known behind for a dinky little tourist town in the middle of nowhere Oregon. I had to leave behind my childhood home, my best friend, and most importantly, any chance of solving the biggest mystery of my life.

Needless to say, I was pretty moody.

“Oh, c’mon now Goose.” My dad said, nudging my arm gently when he noticed the sour expression on my face. “This will be a new adventure for the both of us!”

I huffed softly, slouching in the seat of the packed SUV while he drove. “We’re quite literally moving to a town that has laws about marrying woodpeckers, Dad. Woodpeckers. Y’know, the bird?”

He chuckled nervously, clearing his throat and waving his hand dismissively. “So it’s got some… character… but I’m an expert when it comes to that!”

I gave him a flat look. “Please, no author puns. I’m not in the mood.”

“Well then, I’ll just have to find another way to make you laugh!” He grinned cheekily and reached over to the passenger seat, poking me in the ribs and making me squeak.

“Agh!!!! No!!!” I screeched as he poked me over and over again, causing me to laugh until my eyes watered.

Dad started laughing too, and once he was satisfied, he finally took his hand away and looked fully back at the road.

“Trust me, Harmony.” He said, ruffling my hair. “This will be good for us.”

My laughter died down as I fixed my hair, but a pit in my stomach was slowly growing the closer and closer we got to our destination.

~~~

“Ah, just smell that fresh air!” My dad exclaimed as he got out of the car, stretching his arm up over his head. “Man, I haven’t been back in Oregon since I was in my twenties!”

“Theres definitely a lot of trees here…” I stated bluntly, looking around the car to our new house. I scrunched my nose up a bit as I looked at the peeling yellow paint and sagging porch. “And termites…”

“Mr. Evans!” A man in a suit called before coming over to my dad and shaking his hand. “Glad you were able to make it safely!”

My dad took the man’s hand and shook it, his kind smile pulling at his lips. “Please, call me Simon.” He said before looking past the man and raising an eyebrow at the house. “Is this it?”

“This is indeed! 722 Gopher Rd.” The realtor confirmed. “What do you think?”

He paused for a moment, looking the house over with that calculating look of his, before nodding and beaming at the man. “It’s perfect!”

“What?” I asked, shocked. “Dad, that house is one earthquake or windstorm away from toppling over!”

“I can assure you, Miss, the house is perfectly safe!” The realtor tried to assure me. Immediately after he said that, the mailbox that was hanging next to the front door fell off the wall and clattered onto the porch.

“I’ve always wanted a fixer-upper house!” Dad explained, clasping his hands together and looking excitedly at the house. “It has everything we need already, we just need to give it a little TLC!”

“More like TNT…” I grumbled, folding my arms over my chest.

My dad looked back at him, that bright smile still on his face. “What was that, Goose?”

I looked at him for a moment, the fact slowly sinking in. My dad was in love with this house, and he was so excited to make it a home. I couldn’t crush him like that…

Sighing, I gave him a small smile. “Which room is mine?”

~~~

“Ugh, finally!” I groaned, putting down the last box and straightening my back. “That took forever!”

My dad laughed, tossing a rolled up ball of packing tape at me like a snowball. “Good work today, kiddo!”

“Eh, it was nothing.” I shrugged before grinning at him. “I’m just surprised that we were able to fit all your plants into one room. I thought we would have to leave some behind.”

He gasped, putting a hand to his chest in mock horror. “Never!”

I laughed, picking up the packing tape ball and tossing at him. Before it could hit him in the shoulder though, he caught it.

“I’m going to order us a pizza for dinner. Why don’t you go explore a bit, huh?” He asked, jerking his head toward the window and the tree line beyond.

I looked out the window and hummed, frowning slightly. “You’re gonna let your thirteen year old daughter wander around unsupervised?”

“Goose, you’re a teenager now. I want you to explore and grow. Find things that interest you, get into a new hobby!” He paused for a second before saying, “Make some friends…?”

I huffed slightly at what he was implying. “I have Jenna.”

Dad rubbed the back of his neck, eyebrows knit together like he was worried. “Well, yes, that’s true, but your cousin is overseas for College now and… I just thought it would be nice if you tried making some friends that are closer to your age…?”

Most kids my age think the things I’m into are weird.

I bit back the snide comment and shoved my hands deep into my pockets, shrugging. “I guess…” I murmured.

Satisfied with the answer for now, my dad smiled and ruffled my hair as he walked past. “Don’t wander too far, okay? Pizza should be here in an hour or so.”

“Okay Dad, I won’t.” I promised, smiling back at him before he disappeared into the kitchen to order the food.

Once he was gone though, I let the smile drop and I sighed, scuffing my shoe against the floor before turning and walking out the door.

~~~

I let my mind wander as I walked through the forest, kicking a rock down the path every few feet. While the forest was pretty, I couldn’t help but miss Lake Tahoe. Dad and I would go camping with Jenna every summer in a forest near the lake just like this one, but now…

I frowned, glaring down at the rock and kicking it as hard as I could. I listened as it skittered off the path, into the brush and then, to my surprise, clatter against something stone at the bottom of the small hill.

“What the…?” I murmured, knitting my eyebrows together and craning my neck to peak into the underbrush. At the bottom of the hill, I could make out something made out of stone. “A statue?”

Carefully, I picked my way down the hill and through the underbrush into a small clearing in the middle of the woods. Picking leaves out of my hair, I approached the odd statue and examined it.

“Weird…” I said in a hushed voice. The statue was what looked like the all-seeing eye but it was… personified? That’s the best way I could describe it, really. It was a pyramid with one eye, a top hat, and a bow tie with one arm outstretched in greeting. The stone was cracked and crumbling in different places, and it had moss and mushrooms growing on it.

Squatting down in front of the statue, I looked at it closer before humming. “I bet you’re lonely out here all by yourself, huh?”

Of corse I didn’t expect the statue to answer. It’s a statue, why would it? But the silence that followed my question didn’t feel empty, as though the statue was silently telling me, “go on.”

I sighed, sitting down and looking at it. “Well, I feel you there. My dad moved us all the way out here because he thinks it’ll be good for us, whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

Hugging my knees to my chest, I continued. “But, with Jenna traveling Europe for her architecture major, and us in this new place, it makes me wonder if there’s another reason he moved us out here. Like…” I hesitated, but I needed to put it out there. “Like… he thinks that Mom really isn’t coming back and he’s… moving on…”

Eight years ago my mom, Johanna Evans, suddenly just… disappeared. She had her normal day bag packed as dropped me off at school with a promise of something really good for dinner that night. That was the last time I saw her.

She didn’t come to pick me up from school that day, so my Dad had to come pick me up. I remember sitting there on the curb for hours, waiting for my mom and watching how all my other classmates got picked up. When we got home, the police were there and had to question me about what happened that morning.

Mom’s car was found parked on the side of the road up in the mountains the next afternoon. There was no trace of her, or where she could have gone. Her purse and day bag were left behind, there were no footprints leading to or from the car, and there was no DNA evidence found except for my Dad’s and my own.

The fact that my mother’s dna wasn’t in the the car period was baffling, but it was nowhere near the horrifying discovery of the groceries in the back trunk. Despite the receipt having the previous day’s date to go along with the food, everything was rotted and decaying as if it had been there an entire year. The entire situation was too bizzarre and no one could explain what happened to her, so the case went cold.

But I didn’t give up on her. So, I started playing detective… and part of me just, never stopped.

Taking in a deep breath, I told my story to this strange statue. I’m not entirely sure why, but I wanted to tell someone how I really felt about all of this. And once I had finished, I felt almost… lighter. Like a weight I had been carrying with me had finally been lifted off my shoulders.

Once I finished my story, I stood up and dusted myself off. “Thanks for listening to me, statue guy.” I said to the inanimate object. I looked at the stone depiction and smiled softly. “I think I really needed it…”

~~~

For the next week, any time my dad told me to go “exploring”, I went back to that clearing with the statue. I’m not sure why I kept going back, but I just… did. It was nice, I guess, to have someone actually listen to what I had to say. I talked to it about anything and everything.

I told it about Lake Tahoe, about my favorite books; my hobbies and my interest in code cracking and the paranormal. But mostly, I talked about my Mom. I talked about the things I remembered about her, the stories my dad told me about her, and the theories I had about her disappearance.

“Maybe she was abducted by aliens?” I wondered aloud as I walked around the clearing, poking and prodding at the different foliage with a stick for anything that might catch my eye. Nothing did. “It might explain the groceries and why there weren’t any footprints?”

Of corse, the statue didn’t answer, but that’s okay. Sometimes it was better to have someone listen than to have their input.

After a week of being in Gravity Falls, we finally got the majority of the new house put together and it was starting to look a lot less dilapidated. Dad’s office was now in a converted sun room so he could be surrounded by his plants while he worked. That’s where I found him when I was on my way out of the house to go to the clearing again.

“You off to go hang out with your new friend?” He asked over his shoulder, finishing the sentence he was typing on his computer before turning to look at me.

“Who?” I asked absently before dropping my shoe and looking at him. “Oh! Right! My friend!” I said, smiling wide. I just hoped it didn’t look forced or anything.

“You should bring them over sometime! I’d like to meet them!” Dad smiled, leaning back in his office chair.

“Uh… y-yeah, maybe…? I’m not sure if they’d be into that…” I shrugged before bending down to tuck the laces of my shoes into the sides. Not to mention this new friend was a statue and not a person.

“Never hurts to ask, Goose.” He assured me before turning back around in his chair to face the computer again. “Just make sure you’re home for dinner, okay?”

“Will do.” I said, standing up once my shoe was secured. “See you later dad!” I called as I left the house.

Grabbing my walking stick, I made my way down the familiar path to the clearing. Honestly, I was pretty glad to. There was some sort of “Welcome Back” party or something going on at the house down the road, and I would do anything to avoid it.

Well… house was maybe a bit of an understatement.

Dad and I had to pass by the place on our way to the store the other day. 618 Gopher Road wasn’t a house, but more of a roadside attraction. The self proclaimed “Mystery Shack” was originally the home of a cryptozoologist turned tourist trap that, despite selling plastic junk and paying an arm and a leg for fake attractions, was well beloved by townsfolk and travelers alike.

“Cheep tourist tricks…” I grumbled to myself, taking my walking stick and stabbing it down into the ground. To my surprise, the tip of the stick hit something hard and snapped in half.

“Aw man, my stick…!” I frowned, grabbing the two halves of the stick and tossing them into the underbrush. As I was about to walk away, however, I noticed something that I hadn’t before. A small, dirty black box.

Knitting my eyebrows together, I bent down and grabbed the box, turning it over in my hands. It looked old, like it had been there for a while.

“What is this, some sort of ring box…?” I murmured, finding the front of the box and opening it.

Inside the box was a blue, lozenge-cut crystal. It was about the length of the tip of my finger to my second knuckle and was semi-clear. It was weird, the thing almost seemed to be… glowing.

“Weird…” I murmured, but shrugged and closed the box, slipping it into my pocket. “Maybe I’ll make it into a necklace.” I said to myself as I continued down my path.

The closer I got to the clearing, the further the weird crystal slipped from my mind. I was looking forward to talking to statue guy and sitting against a tree with a good book today. I was getting to a really good part and I was excited to see how it ended.

When I was nearly to my spot, I couldn’t help but notice a low sound coming from the clearing. A sound that sounded a lot like… talking. I froze. No! Not my little sanctuary! Quickly, I hid behind a tree before I could be noticed and peered down into the clearing.

Crouching down in front of the triangle statue was, surprisingly, a boy. He looked like he was about my age, with brown hair that peaked out from underneath a trapper cap. I could tell that he was talking to the statue by the way his lips were moving, but I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. I closed my eyes and strained my ears to listen.

It really wasn’t much use. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, only bits and pieces. But, there was one thing that I was able to make out. A name.

Bill.

After a short amount of time, the boy stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away from the statue. I waited until he had left before carefully picking my way through the brush and down into the clearing again.

I looked around, curious to see if there was any trace left behind by the boy. Satisfied that there wasn’t, I finally looked at the statue and tilted my head.

“Bill, huh? Is that your name?” I asked, looking at the statue closely. I thought about it for a moment and hummed.

“Well, it’s better than just calling you statue guy, so…” I shrugged, smiling a bit and reached my hand out to the statue’s outstretched one. “Nice to meet you Bill, I’m Harmony.”

Once my hand was grasped around the statue’s, I knew I had made a big mistake. The world around me drained of all color and froze, as though time itself no longer existed. I gasped, snatching my hand back and looking around in horror.

“What’s going on?!” I asked, eyes wide with fear. And this time, I was answered.

“FINALLY!!!!” A voice boomed seemingly from nowhere. Cracks began to form along the statue’s surface, bright light emanating from underneath as the cracks grew in size.

I shielded my eyes from the bright light until a loud boom echoed through the forest, followed by laughter that sent chills down my spine.

“I’m free!!!! I’m finally free!!!” The voice cried out joyously. Blinking hard to clear my vision, I lowered my arm to finally face the owner of the voice.

In front of me was the statue, except not. Instead of solid stone, the thing floating in front of me was very much alive, despite how ridiculous it seemed. A yellow triangle with one eye wearing a top hat and bow tie, a glowing blue crack along the right side of its… I think it was its face.

“I… I’m dreaming…!” I murmured to myself in disbelief, unable to wrap my mind around what I was seeing. “That’s got to be it…! I-I must have fallen asleep in the clearing or something!”

The creature laughed, finally seeming to notice me. He disappeared suddenly before re-appearing right in front of my face, causing me to jump. “Hate to break it to ya’ kid, but this isn’t a dream! This is very real!”

“N-no! There’s no way!” I shook my head, scooting backwards. “What even are you?!”

“The name’s Bill Cipher, pleasure to meet ya!” He said, and though he didn’t have a mouth, I could tell in his voice that he was grinning.

“Bill…?” I asked. That was the name that boy had called the statue earlier!

“Thats right!” He replied, floating closer to me. “And you, kid, are going to have the pleasure of helping me get revenge on those who wronged me! All you gotta do is make one teeny tiny little deal with me.” He outstretched his hand towards me. “What do you sa-?” Before he could finish, he recoiled his hand and let out an unearthly, ear-piercing screech.

I winced, covering my ears and squeezing my eyes shut. The box in my pocket suddenly felt warm, but it was comforting and put my mind at ease.

“This isn’t over, Semiquaver!” Bill growled, but I kept my eyes tightly closed. “You’ll separate from that thing eventually, and when you do, I’ll be waiting! I see and know everything! You’ll come back when you can’t find what you’re looking for! They always do!”

As he talked, his voice sounded further and further way, until finally, it was gone. With a sudden whoosh of air, the silence was filled with the normal sounds of the forest.

Slowly, I cracked my eyes open to take in my surroundings. I was in the clearing. There was color, and sound, and there was movement. But, when I looked towards where the statue usually sat, my stomach flipped and I nearly lost my breakfast. Why?

Because the statue was gone.

[philipkindreddickhead]

I think Im meant to kill myself, actually. My manager that I work with every day comes from a funeral background. He's seen dead bodies before. He wont be upset. What are even the chances of working with someone who has seen dead bodies in such a neutral mannner?

Theres a support beam in the ceiling of the back room. Those panel bits around it I can just move out of the way to get the rope around. I know how to make a hangmans knot. I knew I couldnt reach the shotgun trigger but this is very doable.

[catatemyslideshow]

After months of no time and days of writers block, I present... this thing.

“Bonnie, come on!” 

You laughed, following your beloved manchild of a boyfriend to the unsuspecting Doberman. You were busy all the time, so Johnny decided to take you on a date he promised would be 'fun and relaxing'. When he first brought up the idea, you thought he meant shopping or a restaurant, but boy were you wrong. The date was a surprise, but of course you asked for hints to plan your outfit accordingly. Looking back at it now, it seems like you and Johnny may have, well, different, definitions of ‘something pretty’. Maybe if you had known that you were going to a dog park, you would’ve worn sneakers instead of wedge heels.

“Johnny, I can’t run in these shoes!” You whined.

“Want me to carry ya, lass?” Johnny chuckles looking you up and down, “Or ye can hand me your shoes.”

Before you could express your disgust of taking your shoes off at a dog park, two pugs walked by, causing your boyfriend to start to drift from your side. 

“I’ll be right back, darling.”

“Johnny-” You started, but he was already gone.

Johnny has always been a dog person, 100%. Whenever he sees a cute dog, he always has to ‘say hi to the fella’. He can’t and won’t even though you’ve warned him multiple times accept that not all dogs should be pet by him. You see him reach toward the small dogs and you take a deep breath in, hoping this wouldn’t end in sadness and tears.

“Some pretty lassies ya two are!” His deep Scottish accent rising to a baby voice you barely get to hear.

Johnny scrunched up the already scrunched faces of the dogs, making them wobble as he pet them with both hands. He gave them each one last pet and got up, beaming. He pranced back to your side, taking your hand. Johnny walked around with you, pointing and awww-ing at all the different dogs, giving most of them some pets and scratches, and some of them got dog treats you didn’t know he had in his pocket.

“You’re lucky those were good dogs, Johnny.”

“All dogs are good dogs, bon’. I don’t know what dogs yer meetin’.”

You sigh as you walk beside him.  You know not to try to explain that he can scare the dogs, or they just might not like him. Especially the latter. A dog not liking him would bring him so much heartache, more than a person not liking him. 

“Lass, look at that little one!” He said, chuckling.

A chihuahua in a sweater was a funny sight for Johnny, a little for you as well, but you know chihuahua’s can be mean. This is a VERY well known fact, but Johnny’s “benefit of the doubt” for dogs had him already crouched before you could warn him… and that's when it happened. The little monster in the pink taco sweater chomped down on his finger. The owner began to apologize as he yanked his hand back, and retreated to you.

“Johnny, are you okay?” You say reaching to check his hand for the punctures of needle sized teeth.

He looks sadly at you, nodding. The man who has a body of steel and a heart of gold just got his feelings hurt by a dog who can't be more than 4 pounds. You walked limped behind him to a bench and sat with him taking the god-awful wedges off for a moment. Your hand goes to rub his back, he glances dejectedly at the wound.

“Don’t let an ankle biter dog bring you down, John.”

“Finger biter.” He stares blankly.

“What?” A soft giggle escapes you.

The silence was deafening. Johnny looks down at you and his eyes slowly light up. He held his hand out to you, and you can tell the emotions of being rejected by a dog have escaped… so begin the dramatics. He turns his hand to show the tiny red marks on his finger, and a very fake whine left his lips, followed by a smile.

“Oh bonnie,” He smiles, faking sniffles. “Will we have to amputate?”

Notes: This will MOST LIKELY be rewritten because its not very good but theres the other chance i totally forget and write something else.

bye bye darlingsssss

DO NOT FEAR, FOR I AM HERE! (saw the call for help)

Price and Reader playing board/physical game and whoever loses has to comply to the others wishes

Soap and Reader go to the dog park to awe at the cute little doggies (I think he'd get bit..)

Ghost and Reader going on a joyride on his motorcycle *vroom vroom*

Reader (hopefully) helping Gaz overcome his fear of heights

T141 and Reader palying Two Truths and One Lie (watch it suddenly get silent)

Ta-da!~

Magic man will be back for more! Adios! *vanishes into thin air*

I SEE YOU I HEAR YOU AND IM OFF TO WORK.

[eatommo]

Reflections [d.d]{kd25}

Lactation kink/mirror sex/collaring

CW: pregnancy kink, mentions of breeding kink, implied sex, kissing, lactation kink, small bit of angst, proposal, soft!din, helmet comes off, mirror sex, necklace/collaring, mentions of Mandalorian culture

A/N: Another one that got away from me.

 Today was the first time you got a chance to look into the monitor and actually see your baby, well, at least the shape of your baby.

“Everything looks great.”  The doctor provided reassurance as they counted fingers and toes and checked for anything to be worried about.  “You’re almost there, how you feeling mom?”  You were talking for a few minutes with the doctor, and noticed Din staring at the monitor not breaking stern concentration until a particular topic was brought up.

“My milk is coming in.  So that’s been a little crazy.” You add it almost as an after thought, it was getting harder to sleep on the hard rolls you had on the crest, and your mind was a blank slate most hours of the day.  But you don’t miss the quick snap of his head to your face.

“What?” The modulator fails to hide his dismay.

“That’s normal, nothing to worry about, I’m sure your wife is a little tired in these final days.”  The doctors tone is harmless, but Din is quick to correct her.

“We aren’t married,” His tone is flat, and he clocks the tightening of your lips, “ why didn’t you tell me?”  On reflex he reaches for your hand, but you pull it to your chest.  

“We will talk about it later.”  You’re hushed, cheeks heating in embarassment.  “I guess we will see you in a few weeks doc.” 

The doctor lets her gaze swing between the two of you.  “Try not to get too far off planet, babies have a tendency to arrive when you least expect them.” She breaks the tension with a beaming smile, “But congratulations.” 

The walk back to the crest was quiet, but when you arrive at the hanger there’s a crew waiting to be paid.  “What was broken this time?” Your irritation plain as day.  The truth was, you had no idea why he hadn’t married you yet, you’d half expected him to drop on one knee the second you told him your cycle was late.  There was times where you thought he was going to, meeting his Alor, showing you the ruins of his planet, shortly after he nearly lost his life to an infection, but there was no ceremony and the question wasn’t raised by either of you.  

You’re willing to admit to part of the blame, but you knew they existed, that mandalorians had vows, he had told you himself, and you loved him more than you ever thought was possible.  What was stopping it from happening?

“Nothing is broken, I had them install something for you.”  Well, now he was making you feel bad.  The ramp of the crest descends as he hands over some credits to the repairmen.  “I was going to take you someplace, but its about eight hours  in hyperspace away.  So I guess we’ll stay in this system until the ad is born.”

Theres a small ache in your chest, “I’m sorry I was mean, but did you have to embarrass me like that?”

“Embarass you? She had the chart in her lap.” Its more of a exhausted sigh than an argument, which only pokes at your wound more.

You clench your jaw, and stare into his expressionless visor. You wondered what he looked like under there, he had tanned skin, and most likely had dark hair judging the hair on his legs and groin, but he still hadn’t removed his helm for you, you tried not to take that personally.

Defeated you return, “You’re right, I’m sorry.” trudging up the stairs, you nearly walked right by your present, but your own reflection nearly made you jump.  “Holy fuck, I’m huge.” Turning to your side, you admire the roundness of your belly.  

His footsteps stop right behind you, and his imposing figure dwarfs everything but your stomach, his massive palm caressing it gently.  “You look beautiful.  If you’ll let me i’ll have you looking like this, round with my child,  every chance I get.”

You try to conceal the blush that crawls up your face, “I might, depends on how cute this one comes out, you don’t have snakes for hair do you?” For the first time in a few hours you smile, and his heart skips in his chest.  

“No, I don’t.  Maybe it’s time I showed you, so if they do come out ugly you can blame me.” The ramp hisses shut, and right when you’re about to speak he presses the cold metal of his helmet to your temple.  “Let me set a course.  Ill be back down, relax, drink some water.” 

His visor falls to your belly the, double takes and settles on your chest, where two wet spots bloom on your tunic.  You hear the modulator crack out a groan and you tilt your head in question, but in a blink he scurries up the ladder and disappears into the cockpit. 

The few minutes that pass tense, but you do your best to dab at the wet fabric of your tunic, sopping up the breast milk with a rag when the door opens and he descends into the cab right as the ship begins to take off.  

“You don’t have to take your helmet off, I was teasing you.  I know the baby will be cute.”  the words tumble out of your mouth, as you try to make sense of your thoughts.  

“I have something else for you.  I should’ve given it to you sooner.”  He holds out a still hand, in it dangles a short string with a shining beskar pendant of a mudhorn.  “I didn’t have enough to craft much else,” he sets it in your hand to let you admire it, “I have her working on one for the child when they arrive.  A Clan of four.” 

Breath catching in your throat, you drape an arm over your stomach cradling your baby while examining the fine craftsmanship of your new pendant.  “Will you tie it for me?” Your voice is cut by the emotion in your throat tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. 

He nods once, guiding you to the full length mirror somewhat hastily fastened to the wall.  You rise onto your toes, and kiss the cheek of his helmet.  In a fluid motion he presses the pendant into your palm, and moves to the latches of his helmet.  

The hiss of its release matches the gasp of air you let out as you get to gaze upon his face for the first time.  He had hair on his chin, it was dark, and his face was the same tanned tone of his body, his hair was a tousled as you expected it to be coming from inside a helmet, but his face, and most importantly his eyes are as beautiful as you imagined.  

“Your eyes are brown.” 

His moustached lip twitches to a shy smile, “Sorry?” he leans down to let his face hover over yours.  “Can I have a kiss? For real this time?” 

You don’t waste another moment, you kiss him with all the want in your heart, with all of the happiness and the joy for what is to come, and what the maker has already blessed you with.  

Its not until you go to run your hands into the tangles of his hair that you remember the necklace, breaking the kiss for a moment, you press the pendant back into his hand. 

He gives you space to turn and face the mirror, and he adjust the necklace so that it sits delicately between your collarbones, securing it with some overcomplicated knot you’ll never be able to untie. 

Your eyes are drawn together in the mirror, and he begins to undress you.  You both watch your tits bounce free of your tunic, swollen and still slightly damp from the milk that had spilled out of them.  When you go to meet his eyes again he’s still staring, gently he coaxes a few drops out between to fingers as he massages your nipples.  “Mesh’la.” 

Beautiful.  He’s called you that before, but this felt different, you struggled to comprehend it.  He pulls you a few feet back until he can sit himself on a work bench pulling you against the hard cock in his pants.  

He works his mouth along the crest of your shoulder, and then spends the rest of the night showing you how beautiful you look falling apart together. 

[fruit-salad-ship]

I got thinking about what team Peach would bring to take her family down, and the type advantages that could work, and remembered Grey has some water specialties. Sudden image of Peach fighting and getting knocked to the ground, storm raging overhead, her back to some coastline cliffs (I don’t know if that’s even close to where her family lives but the brainrot happened) and a weak Val held close to her chest. She’s backpedaling as hard as she can, family slowly stepping toward her, knowing they’ve won, maybe monologuing. All of a sudden a huge wave rises up and crashes against the cliffs and all the gyarados from the island are there, staring down the entire family, and Grey climbs up to the head of one, and a little flash of hope appears in Peach’s eye. Plum comes in too somehow, maybe Boadicea carries her while Missy flies alongside

This feels so anime I’m so sorry lol

This turned out longer than i planned. I wanna draw bits of this SO BADLY.

It'd be Robbie, the last remaining cousin, who catches peach out, eager to remove the heir from the bloodline, he's twisted and devious, and thinks if he can kill peach, he has a better chance at leading. He's know for the most brutal tactics, and always gets his way, through manipulation or force. Peach severely underestimates just how far he'll go to wipe her off the face of the planet. She was just sneaking closer to gather information, had no intention of engaging with any of her people, didn't prepare enough, wasn't ready for an unfair fight, odds stacked against her and the handful of pokemon she'd brought for recon, not a war.

In a brutal turn of events, Peach sees one of his team fire off a huge hyper beam, through another of his own pokemon who was unfortunate enough to be between him and the professor. She dodges, but Rob's own pokemon does not, the hit is fatal but out of desperation Peach tries to get to it to help in some way. Sure it was attacking her earlier but the betrayal makes her blood boil. Inner doctor kicks in, gotta try to help. This is of course a trap. Robbie calls one final attack on her, Val raising a shield, but it's not enough to take the full hit, shield takes the brunt but cracks, blasting them both back. Booker's on one knee exhausted, totally out of it, Val is in a bad way, standing but heavily injured, Minerva is trying to keep the hoards of specially trained pokemon back with ferocious kicks and speed, but it's just not enough, theres too many. Peach has already been knocked out of a bonded form, leaving her out of energy and totally vulnerable, everyones too tired to keep this up.

He backs her up to the cliff coastline where she once nearly got eaten up by a sharpedo, grabbing Val, taking Minerva's hand, leaning into Booker as reassurance, realising this was probably the end. Tears prick up looking at her team, gut wrenching regret bringing them here. A last ditch thought, to potentially save them from certain death. She apologises, before returning them all, instinct to fight to get back out, too weak to break free. With a strong arm, she throws all her pokeballs out to the ocean. They'll float, and soon after, their emergency beacons would go off, someone would find them in due time, they'll wash up on some distant shore, and find help.

Alone, furious, scared, foot feeling a little ground slip from under her, looking back to the fatal fall into rocky outcrops, ocean churning at the base, as a giant charizard snaps, its throat white hot, she can feel it radiating heat comparable to a furnace. Robbie has that twisted grin on his face, finally able to remove all viable competition. Theres nothing left to do, several pokemon closing in. With her last little bout of defiance, she points to the body of the pokemon who got taken out by friendly fire, looking at all his other mons, one or two wavering, but otherwise ignoring her desperate attempt to help them see they hold the power, too afraid of their trainer to rebel.

A final 'fuck you' at Robbie, middle fingers up, terrified but defiant to the end. Three of the pokemon ahead of her begin to charge attacks point blank. A sudden burst of cold air, water spray, too high up to be the ocean, the sound of earth shaking roars, tearing the attention of her foe away from peach briefly, looking now behind her. A shadow covers the whole area, engulfs her, forcing the woman to peer behind, towering bodies blocking out the drop, the horizon line, everything. Blasts of water push them back, several Gyarados moving around her like actual waves, they're all familiar, all of them give her a side eye as she staggers back a little, some form of relief, hope letting her legs give out briefly. Robbie shouts at his pokemon, pushes them further, but they don't stand up to the sheer number of hydro pumps relentlessly pushing them back. Some slip and fall, some tumble backwards, a couple take to the skies, followed closely by a duo of Gyarados, not limited to the water or the ground, but the clouds too.

"Dragons hey?" A hand on peach's shoulder feels familiar, warm, looking back to Grey who'd brought the cavalry. He looks at her softly, but you can see theres an anger behind that, redirecting his gaze to the fight, that anger increasing by the second, making sure to command the hoard with competence, keep them informed, supported. Behind him, Boadicea comes into view, big broad wings creating wind as she lands on the ledge, Plum tentatively on her back, tolerating the flight despite how sick it made her feel. She hops down from the back of the charizard hybrid, wobbly legs but fine, stooping down to the woman on the ground. The pokemon itself is quick to examine all the injuries she's sustained, worried as any youngster would be. "Don't lose these." Plum murmurs, eyes on the cuts and bruises, handing back the pokeballs Peach threw out of desperation, her team within.

She can't help but cry, unable to hold it back totally, trying to stop the tears, helped up by the ranger. She was so certain she was going to die there and then, suddenly surrounded by reinforcement, love. The recon mission had gone very wrong, and somehow these two found her just in time, against all odds.

Pushed back, shouting obscenities at both Peach and his own team, Robbie is left on the cliff face, the trio returning to the skies behind covering fire, escaping for the time being. It would not stop him trying again, but for now, there was time to recuperate, heal up, prepare better. Peach is fully aware that he'll change his tactics to handle the water types next time, but for now, they were all alive and together.

[machinegunbun]

concept: so i know we think of colson as this really rough guy when it comes to sex, but what about soft!dom col where he's strict but caring, and maybe the reader even has a bit of a praise kink. ❤❤

Omg yess

word count: 1.3k

A/N: sorry theres not a lot of smut, my brain got to wandering and I didn't feel the horniest so maybe pt.2? tons of fluff tho and its good to be back :)

Okay, so.

I'm thinking maybe reader has a past that left them uncomfortable with intimacy, whether from a relationship or otherwise. They're still super into freaky shit, but they need to feel comfortable first.

Does that make sense? Like, they need that safety blanket there first.

So obviously at first meeting Colson was scary, because to an outsider (especially early kells) he's this chaotic, sex machine.

It's clear to everyone that Reader is obviously attracted to him, and they are. They love the idea of doing all this kinky stuff with him, and at first Colson being Colson comes on kinda strong with the flirting, which makes them a little nervous to pursue anything.

But, one day, reader is hanging out with the gang (I imagine she's friends with Ashley [ that is his assistants name, right? God, it's been so long ] ) Maybe they're at a restaurant, nothing fancy just something where you seat yourself, and everyone squeezes into a booth, deliberately leaving no room for Colson and Reader, pointing to a two seater across the way.

You sit just far enough away from the group that you're out of earshot, and you can see them peeking the heads up and around the booth to try and catch a glimpse of what you're saying.

It's awkward at first, you're expecting him to drop some flirtatious joke that makes you choke on your drink, but instead he asks you how you met (whoever you're connected to in the group.) You tell him the story and return the question. He opens up about the fact that they're a day one, and even tells you about some of the stuff they went through together, good and bad. It's the first time you'd seen Colson not crazy or off something. He wasn't kicking out a windshield or hanging from the roof by a metal beam, he just was.

It was then that you realized the difference between MGK and Colson baker, and that before today at this restaurant you'd never met the latter.

Colson was able to express himself a lot better than MGK ever seemed to, at least when it came to you. He inquired a lot about you as a person, but the moment was ruined when you were in the midst of exchanging deep personal stories and Rook shot his straw wrapper at Colson and it bounced off his forehead and into his drink. Colson stood to return the favor, his story completely abandoned.

You didn't get a chance to speak to him like that again until two weeks later, when you met up once again in his hotel room. You were both sat on his bed watching spongebob, waiting for Rook, Slim and Baze to return with the bucket of ice. It wasn't a secret to anyone what they were doing, it didn't take three grown men to find an ice machine.

You didn't mind though.

Colson made you a little less nervous now that you'd seen him as someone other than the party animal you'd come accustomed to on stage. He was actually pretty cool, and really funny when he wasn't stressing you out with his antics.

When you asked him if he would finish his story for you he looked surprised.

"Oh, wow. You remember that?"

"Yeah, of course I do. It feels like the first time I ever really got to talk to you." He seemed uncomfortable at first, but continued with his story nonetheless.

The conversation flowed effortlessly until you began talking about how you always found Colson so interesting. He did things that terrified you like they were nothing. You admired his grab life by the balls attitude, and somewhere along the way of your ranting you opened up about how nervous intimacy made you. How most of the time the only way you could ever get off was by masturbating.

You hadn't even brought it up with him in mind, but the relation clicked immediately for him.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry."

"No, it's really nothing," you laugh nervously "I think it's just anxiety, I dunno. I'm paranoid."

"No, no. I'm sorry for the way I always talk about you— To you." he corrected "I never realized it made you uncomfortable. You always seemed into it, but I should've been more considerate and I'm sorry. I never would have— If i'd known I was making you uncomfortable—" He rambled

"Colson, it's fine." You cut him off "I mean, I am into a lot of the same stuff as you, It's just... I tend to like the concept a lot more than the reality because I am worried, and I need to feel safe before I can even consider something like that."

Colson must've really taken the conversation to heart, because he treated you a lot differently after that. When he'd heard that his loud onstage personality made you a little nervous he was sure to cool it when he was around you. He made sure to address you directly more often when you hung out in groups, whether to joke with you or as a conversation starter. He hadn't realized how uncomfortable and ostracized you'd been feeling in the group aside from your connection to it, but he was determined to change that.

It took a little bit, but eventually you really were comfortable with him, even when he was acting wild. You realized that being an anxious person and being around someone loud like him that you didn't really know was a little off-putting. Large crowds were hard enough for you, but with constant abrupt movement and noise it only worked to make you more anxious. Once you knew Colson a little better it didn't bother you as much, and he even helped you to become a little more comfortable and a little less anxious.

So when you found yourself in his hotel room once again, finishing the tail end of a family guy episode, you decided to make your move.

You weren't really sure how to start. Not with Colson.

You managed to awkwardly snuggle your way into his side, to which he gladly obliged, but you both remained silent apartment from the episode flashing on the tv. Glancing up at Colson, he stared blankly at the TV, glimpsing down to you momentarily to see what you were looking at him for. Your eyes returned to the TV soon after, your hand finding its resting spot just above his XXX tat.

You could feel Colson's chest shake softly with laughter. You tried to remember what had just happened in the show, but you were so busy anxiously devising your master plan to seduce him that you completely blanked. You could feel your heart beating in your chest. All you wanted was for him to blindfold and tie you to the bed and fucking own you. Everything about him drove you crazy. From his voice to his tats to his eyes to that fucking hair. God, you wanted nothing more than to have him between your legs while you tugged at those beautiful curls.

Your hand drifted lower, your nails scraping softly across his skin. This time he audibly chuckled.

"Are you tryna fuck me?" he asks, causing you to blush. It wasn't that you thought you were being sly, but you didn't expect to be confronted like that.

"I-"

"You're good, it's cute that you're shy, I just don't fuck with that teasing shit so, unless you wanna get yourself in trouble..." Although the words were harsh, his tone was soft. Things progressed quickly after that, your lips meeting in a heated kiss to your hands pinned above your head, his mouth moving to your neck as he whispers in your ear

"What's your safe word, princess?"

~*~*~*~

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Can I request a striker x female imp reader who has wings — since imps can manifest them apparently— but instead of being demonic looking, they’re like a birds.

Striker with bird like Imp

Striker kind of despised other Imps.

The way they just go about there meaningless existences, each of them happy to just folliw along with the herd like the sheep they were.

Of course that didnt mean he hated all other Imps.

There were more then a few Imps he come to respect in his day.

But, much to his annoyance, they were far and few between.

And Striker wouldn't say he hated all other Imps.

After all, he wasn't all to different from them. He was just trying to live his life, doing what he wanted when he wanted.

He just wanted to go about his life. Of course he was better than everyone else.

But he understood the general vibe of just wanting to live your life, free from other demons bullshit.

Damn, He needed to stop thinking so much.

Having just completed a job he was laying low in some small town on the wrath ring.

He was taking a walk about town, making sure to get a proper feel for the towns lay out. Just in case he needed to make a quick exit.

He was reaching the towns outskirts, when he came across an impressive structure.

It looked like one of the ancient temples you'd find on the Pride ring, if you looked hard enough.

So getting a closer look, he found a humble little sign that said "Library" painted on a large piece of wood. Benieth that was "Thieves will lose hands."

Now that peaked his interest, enough for him to check I out.

Pushing open the large wooden doors, he entered a temple, surprised to find the entire hall filled with books.

He walked around, the building was like a maze of shelves. Books were stacked in high pillars of paper.

He wondered through the labyrinth of knowledge, perusing the selection.

Getting bored and calling out if anyone was home.

A melodious voice called back, so Striker sat back, waiting for the owner of the voice.

It was a few moments before the distinct sound of wings that had caused him to look up.

The sight left him breathless, the late afternoon sun was shining in through the once ornate strained glass windows.

Initailly the light blinded him, but as you approached, he could make you out.

You descended apon Angel wings. The light masking your features, but in that moment Striker new true beauty.

It was like something from Gospel.

An Angel.

Not one of those horrifying demons they called Exterminators. You were something good and light, to pure for this sinful hell.

You landed before him, wings fluttering as you drew them behind you.

Getting a better look at you, his initial proclamation still held, you truly something of beauty.

Placing down a small stack of books you had carried. You turned to him. 'Can I help you?' You asked pleasantly. Happy to see someone new in your library.

For the first time in his life, Striker was at a loss.

He had no idea how to approach you.

So he just stood there, slowly opening and closing his mouth for several moments, unable to put thought into words.

You, just waited patiently, waiting for him to say something.

When it was clear he wasn't going to respond, you just went about your business.

Seeing you move on, snapped Striker back to focus.

Quickly slipping to your side, he tried to flirt with you, only to find his tongue seemed to swell in his mouth, his words coming out awkwardly.

He followed you around for a while tripping over his words, until he managed to ask you your name.

Giving it, he found himself a little love drunk.

Despite how charming his awkward nature was, you were still had duties about the library.

And if Striker was gonna be following you around, he might as well help.

Hours later, after thanking him for the help, Striker awome from his trance, berating himself for making a fool of himself.

But he wasn't gonna give up on you, you were the most beautiful Imp he'd ever seen, and was gonna have you, no matter what it took.

So after making sure his "hideout" was more long term. He began his plan for getting closer to you.

And that he did, He spent most days in your library. Either helping you with your work or reading some book he thought might earn your favour.

As much as he tried to keep his cool around you, he was just utterly infatuated with you.

Your appearance just left him in awe. He couldnt get over your wings especially.

Striker tried his typical tactics whenever he found someone he liked, flirting every chance he got.

But he quickly found his efforts, annoyed you as much as they flattered you.

Not to mention, any charisma he had was dashed apon your first meeting

So he changed up his strategy, instead going for the long game, getting as close to you as possible.

This would gradually work, you coming to genuinely enjoy his company as you got to know him.

The more time you spent with the Imp, the more you found yourself falling for him.

He absolutely worshipped your wings, treating them like holy objects.

Youd let him inspect them on occasion, allowing him to inspect your wings for himself, each time he treated them like delicate artefacts.

Never daring to be to rough with them, as though he feared he may break them.

Eventually he'd ask you out, something you couldn't turn down. Not after getting so close to him.

It wasn't long after that, that you became an official couple, a debonair Cowboy and a humble Librarian. Striker often commenting it was like something from a joke.

Striker would often refer to you as his angel, but as much he liked it, you really acted more like a bird then anything.

Something he found rather adorable.

The way you would flutter around, swooping from shelf to shelf. Or perching yourself up on a beam as you read. Or his favourite, when you preened your wings.

Unlike what you would expect, you would often preen them using your mouth, the sight being rather adorable.

The two of you became a deeply close relationship and for a while it seemed like everything was going to be perfect.

That was until you asked what he did for a living.

Normally Striker wouldn't hesitate to tell someone he was a professional killer, or at the very least lie about it.

But he was actually scared of how you'd react, you weren't the most casual person when it came to killing others.

So after calming his nerves he came clean about his profession.

While initially you were perturbed by this revelation, usually you'd tell someone something like that on at least the second date.

But Striker was still Striker, the same Striker you could turn from a cocky little imp into a blushing cowboy with a few choice words.

You loved him, and with that assurance he could start taking jobs again, and while it broke your heart whenever he got injured,

You understood. It wasnt about Money, it was the sport. And whenever he disappeared for a job, he would always come back to you. Always.

I won't lie, not the biggest fan of writing for Striker, theres just lots about him and we don't really know enough about him yet. But I still enjoyed making the piece. I didn't directly make it a fem reader, but hope I left it vague enough for everyone to enjoy. Thanks y'all for reading.

[waitimcomingtoo]

fine line - p.p

pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: there’s a fine line between love and hate and you and Peter dance it on a regular basis

Series Masterlist and Regular Masterlist

When your dad told you he had recruited a boy your age to the Avengers, you felt a little flame of jealousy bubble inside you. Without any superpowers of your own, you were often left out of the heroic and dangerous missions the Avengers went on. Your dad did his best to include you by letting you help out in the lab and tag along on lowkey missions, but that all changed when Peter started coming around.

A lot of things changed when Peter started coming around.

The way he seemed to replace you, and so effortlessly at that, boiled into a deep resentment for the young hero. He was always there, occupying the spaces you once did, and you resented it. You resented him.

Just not as much as you resented the way he made your heart flutter when he looked at you.

~

“What are you guys doing?” You asked as you walked into the lab to see your dad. Peter was by his side, as he always was, making you roll your eyes. Peter smiled brightly at you as you sat down, and you gave him a tight lipped smile back.

“Hey, Princess.” Your dad greeted. “We’re adding back up back up jets in the butt of Rhodey’s suit in case the back up jets in his legs fail.”

“I call them the weapons of ass destruction.” Peter said gleefully as he held up the jets.

“Yeah, hilarious.” You said sarcastically and turned to your dad. “Um, daddy, I thought we were gonna do that.”

“Sorry sugar plum. I needed to get this done before the trip later and sticky fingers said I shouldn’t wake you.” Tony apologized to you and a familiar feeling of anger filled your tummy. This wasn’t the first time you’d found Peter doing something with your dad that you were originally supposed to do. It seemed like every plan you made, Peter weaseled his way in and took your place. You looked at Peter with narrowed eyes, to which he responded with a sympathetic smile.

“Did he now?” You said, just a little bitterly.

“Maybe you can help us next time. Did you sleep well?” Peter asked politely, and you just rolled your eyes.

“Did I sleep well? What are you, my Fitbit?” You snorted and looked away from him. Peter’s heart sank at yet another rejection from you, but he kept his mouth shut and continued working. Your eyes shifted back to him once he went back to his work, feeling a pang of guilt for being short with him.

“What trip are we going on later?” You directed your question only to your father, acting like Peter wasn’t there.

“Cap got a hit on where Bucky might be. We’re heading to Canada to check it out.” Your dad explained as he twisted a screwdriver.

“Okay. I’ll pack my stuff.” You got out of your chair and went to leave before you heard your dad sigh.

“Sorry Princess, but this is just gonna be an avengers thing.” He said with apologetic eyes. “We only have room in the jet for four and I promised Peter-“

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear about Peter again. “I’ll just hang out with mom.”

“It’s really cold in Canada anyway. It’ll probably be a bad trip.” Peter offered to make you feel better.

“Yeah, thanks weather boy.” You teased and looked at your dad again. “Can we hang out tomorrow then?”

“Of course. Mall and a smoothie?” He asked, making you smile as he suggested your signature thing to do together.

“Mall and a smoothie.” You nodded, happy that he was finally making time for you. You rested your chin in your hands and watched them work, feeling slightly better now that you made plans with your dad that Peter couldn’t infiltrate.

~

You tripped over a cardboard box the next day, stumbling right into Peters arms as he caught you. You looked down and saw a bunch of boxes outside your old playroom, boxes with Peters handwriting on them.

“What is all this? You’re blocking the hallway.” You snipped at Peter as you stepped out of his arms.

“Sorry, Y/n. I’m almost done.” Peter apologized as he picked up another box. “Hey, I like your shirt.”

“Almost done with what?” You ignored his compliment, despite it making your face flush.

“Moving in. Mr. Stark gave me this room so I wouldn’t have to commute here everyday.” Peter explained. Your eyes widened up upon hearing this, not believing your dad would let Peter move in without asking you.

“You’re moving in?” You nearly yelled, making Peter clutch his box in fear that he did something wrong.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded. “Maybe we can hang out more now that-“

“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You cut him off and rushed to the kitchen, finding your dad rummaging through the refrigerator.

“What are you doing?” You demanded.

“Making a smoothie. Want one?” He offered as he shut the refrigerator with his butt.

“No thank you.” You shook your head. “And I’m talking about Peter. Why did he tell me he’s moving in?”

“Oh, cause he is. Now, do I want straw-bana or kale-berry?” Your dad pondered as he tapped his chin.

“Why does he have to live here? He has a house.” You reminded him.

“He has an apartment smaller than the first dollhouse I bought you. Princess, he was basically living in a cardboard box and sleeping under newspapers.”

“This isn’t an dog pound, daddy. We can’t just take in strays.” You whined, wishing he could take your side for once.

“He’s not a stray. He’s my son.” Tony quipped as he booped your nose and crossed the kitchen. Your heart sank to your stomach at his words and you felt your face fall.

“No he…no he isn’t.” You sputtered in a weak voice.

“Cheer up, sour patch. Think of it this way, now you have a brother.” Tony shrugged and dropped some blueberries in the blender.

“I don’t want a brother. Our family is fine the way it is.” You insisted, feeling the jealousy come back in a wave when your dad called Peter his son.

“He’s a good kid, Princess.” Tony said in a tone that told you the conversation was over. “Give him a chance. He’ll surprise you. Hell, he surprised me.”

Before you could respond, Peter entered the kitchen with a happy smile.

“Hey Mr. Stark. Hi Y/n.” He waved at you and put some bowls in the cabinet.

“Yeah, hi Parker.” You said dismissively, wanting him to leave so you could finish talking to your dad.

“You ready?” Tony asked Peter as he poured the smoothie into two cups, handing one to Peter.

“Yep. I’ll see you in the theater.” Peter nodded as he clicked his glass against your dads.

“What are you guys doing?” You wondered, watching them interact with disgust.

“He’s got me hooked on this show about teenagers in a glee club. The writing is horrible, I love it.” Tony beamed as he took a sip form his cup.

“I thought we were gonna hang out today. You know, mall and a smoothie?” You reminded him, feeling a bubble of hurt that he didn’t remember.

“Oh, sorry buttercup.” Tony realized he forgot. “I promised Pete the treat I’d watch the show with him. Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded sadly as your dad cupped your chin and left the room.

“You could watch with us if you’d like. They sing a lot of the songs you like.” Peter extended an invitation to you when he saw your disappointment.

“Thanks for the sales pitch, but I’m good.” You mumbled at him and left the kitchen, missing the solemn look on Peters face as you went.

“She doesn’t like me.” Peter sighed, shaking his head as he looked down at his smoothie.

“No, she does not.” Tony laughed, cutting it short when Peter looked at him in dispare. “Oh, not funny. Don’t sweat it, kid. It took me a long time to like you too. She’ll come around.”

“Okay, good.” Peter nodded, content with the answer. “Wait, what?”

~

“FRIDAY, what’s my assignment?” You asked the screen outside the lab as you reported for your job the following day.

“Good morning, Y/n.” FRIDAY greeted. “Mr. Stark asks that you repair bullet holes in one of the suits.”

“Cool. Let me in.”

“Access granted.” FRIDAY chirped as the doors opened. You only got a few paces into the lab when you saw Peter sitting at a table, sighing in annoyance at the sight of him.

“Hello.” He said weakly, knowing you wouldn’t thrilled to see him.

“What are you doing in here?” You eyed him skeptically as you got some tools off a shelf.

“Not much at the moment.” Peter shrugged, trying to make a light hearted joke.

“Well you can’t stay. I have an assignment.” You told him, a little proudly at that. You were finally given a task after being idle for months.

“Actually, I have to stay.” Peter said, looking a little weary of you as you neared him.

“Why?”

“I am your assignment.” He grimaced, anticipating your reaction to be bad.

“You have bullet holes?” You folded your arms and eyed his body.

“Canadians aren’t as friendly as I thought.” Peter chuckled.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes. “Where’s the suit?”

“Right here.” Peter pulled it out of his backpack. “Theres three of them. The holes are in the front. And the back. They sorta went through.”

“Went through?” Your eyes widened as you worried for him. “As in went through your body?”

“Canadians really aren’t as friendly as I thought.”

“You said that already.” You stated as you laid his suit out on the table.

“Sometimes jokes are funnier when you say them twice.” Peter explained, coming to stand by your side.

“I don’t need you to explain humor to me.” You grumbled as you began working on the holes.

“Feels like I do.” Peter muttered, adverting his eyes from you.

“Excuse me?” You snapped your head up to glare at him.

“Nothing.” He gave you an obviously fake smile. “Nothing at all.”

Doing your best to ignore him, you got back to your work. He was close enough that you could feel his breath in your neck, your elbows touching every-time you pulled on the thread.

“Is there a reason you’re hovering?” You said suddenly, losing your ability to focus with him that near.

“I just want to make sure you’re doing it correctly.” He shrugged, leaning down to check your work. Your jaw dropped a little, feeling offended that he didn’t have faith in your to do it correctly.

“So what, you think I can’t patch a bullet hole on my own?” You laughed shortly as you raised as eyebrow at him.

“Well I know the suit better than you do.” He said simply, taking pleasure in getting a rise out of you.

“I helped design it, Parker.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I know it just as well.”

“Then you won’t mind me making sure of that.” Peter shot back, running his finger over the newly patched hole.

“Whatever.” You scoffed and went back to work. “Just because you’re my dads lab rat doesn’t mean you’re mine.”

“I didn’t say I was.” Peter leaned again, watching your work closely.

“And yet.” You looked up with a sarcastic smirk, your nose nearly touching his from how close he was. “Hovering.”

“Sorry.” Peter mumbled and took a step back.

“You said there were three holes. I only see two.” You realized as you held the suit up.

“That’s weird. I definitely got shot three times.” Peter tilted his head as he stared at it.

“Did you find three bullets?” You asked him, a rare moment of civility.

“No. Just two. Oh…” He trailed off when he realized where the third bullet was.

“Yeah. Oh.” You mocked him. “Take your shirt off.”

“What?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows at your request as you went to a different shelf in the lab.

“You can’t leave the bullet in there, you’ll get an infection.” You reminded him as you set medical supplies on the table. “Take your shirt off.”

Peter hesitantly pulled his shirt over his head once you turned around to disinfect the table. You turned around, needle in hand, and turned a deep red at the sight of him.

“Good.” You swallowed thickly. “Just leave it on the counter.”

“Are you trained to do this?” Peter worried as he folded his t shirt. You did your best to hold eye contact, but your eyes slipped every now and then.

“I’ve read about how to do it.” You said quietly, not trusting your voice to be steady.

“Have you ever done it before?” Peter wondered as he stared at the large needle.

“I’ve read about how to do it.” You repeated to avoid the question.

“See? You said the joke twice. That makes it funny.” He smiled smugly at you and you made a face.

“Shut up and get on the table.” You groaned and he complied, laying on his side to let you work. You rounded the table to work on his back where the exit wound was located.

“Oh good.” You commented as you rested a hand on his bare rib cage. “It’s right at the surface.”

“Okay. Try not to kill me while you’re back there.” Peter looked at you over his shoulder so you stuck your tongue out at him.

“I won’t.” You grumbled, hesitating a little as your stared at his wound. “Um, this is gonna hurt.”

You felt a moment of sympathy for him, knowing he was in for a lot of pain. His skin was hot, even under your surgical glove you could feel it. In a brief lack of judgment, you squeezed his arm to comfort him.

“I’m Spiderman. Nothing hurts - SON OF A BITCH.” Peter screamed as you pressed a hydrogen peroxide soaked gauze pad to his wound. You quickly took out the tweezer and fished out the bullet, all while Peter hissed in pain.

“Sorry sorry sorry.” You stammered and threw the bullet into a dish. “It’s out.”

“Oh my God. I feel like a pencil sharpener.” Peter whined as he rubbed his back near the area.

“Sit up. I’ll patch you up.” You said in a kinder tone then he was used to hearing.

“You don’t have to.” Peter looked at you as he sat up straight.

“Yes I do. You’re my assignment.” You shrugged, trying to portray that you couldn’t care less when in reality, you did. As much as he got under your skin, you didn’t want to see him hurt.

You poured more hydrogen peroxide on a gauze pad as you cleaned his wound, feeling his body retract at first contact.

“That’s cold.” He winced, twisting his body around to avoid the pad.

“It’s also gonna save your life.” You grumbled. “Hold still.”

“Ow.” Peter jolted when you applied numbing cream to the wounds. “Cold again.”

“Can you stop whining?” You yourself whines as you blew on his cuts.

“Can you be a little more gentle?” He retorted. “Just try to be nice to me for five minutes. It can’t be that hard.”

“I am nice to you.” You hissed as you started your sutures. “I sewed up your dumb suit and I’m cleaning your stupid cuts so you don’t get an infection in your dumb ass body. I am nice.”

“Said the joke twice.” Peter quipped, grinning at you over his shoulder to rub it in.

“Shut up.” You sneered. “Stop fidgeting.”

“You think I’m funny.” He said in a sing song voice. “That’s fine. I get it all the time.”

“Oh my God. Could you be anymore irritating?” You groaned as you put the last bandaid on his back. You walked around the table to patch the front, looking up at him shyly as his bare chest rose and fell.

“Easily.” He snickered. “Wanna see?”

“I’ve seen plenty, trust me.” You rolled your eyes, meaning more than one thing with your words. Peter smirked a little, able to heart your rapid heartbeat with his advanced hearing. You rested a hand in his shoulder as you cleaned his chest, the wounds in the front stinging less as they already began to heal. Peter watched you intently as you worked, admiring the way you bit your lip when you concentrated.

“You know, if you stopped acting like I was the devils spawn for a minute, you might actually like me. We’d get along.” He laughed softly, making you look up at him. Your eyes locked and for a moment, he saw kindness in them. It quickly retreated as your face hardened, looking down to avoid his gaze.”

“Thanks for the life advice but I think I’ll pass.” You replied sarcastically as you opened a bandage.

“Is there a reason you don’t like me?” Peter honestly wondered. “Is it something I did?”

“No.” You grumbled, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. “Be quiet, I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Oh, I get it.” Peter nodded like he knew something you didn’t.

“You get what?” You took the bait, looked up at him in angry confusion.

“You like me.” Peter smirked, making your whole body ignite. Your face twisted in shock, followed by anger as you stumbled over the right words to say.

“What?” You sputtered. “What could possibly lead you to believe I like you?”

“That’s the most obvious answer.” Peter pretended to yawn, making you even angrier. “You’re mean to me because I you like me. Classic playground logic. It’s cute if you think about it.”

“I do not!” You stamped your foot, feeling frustrated that you couldn’t come up with a better argument. He had caught you red handed and you didn’t see a way out.

“Okay.” Peter’s voice was dripping with false innocence. “I believe you.”

“Listen Parker.” You growled, leaning your hands on either side him and gripping the table. “Let me make this clear, I do not, nor will I ever, like you. I don’t even tolerate you.” You shook your head slowly while holding his gaze. “I don’t want you here, okay? My life was a whole lot better before you came around and ruined it. If it were up to me, you’d be thrown out on your ass before lunch. I do not like you.”

“And yet,” Peter leaned forward, tilting his head a little, “your heartbeat says something entirely different. You know what they say, there’s a fine line between love and hate.”

“You’re all done.” You ripped off your gloves with a loud snap. “Put your shirt back on.”

Peter smirked as he tugged his shirt over his head, loving the angry flush he left on your face. You gave him one last glare before storming out of the lab, your footsteps echoing loudly as you went.

“See you later!” Peter called cheerfully, laughing when you let out an angry huff.

 To be continued…

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Cathartic- Yellow Metal Lyrics

Heres where I am with the lyrics, I referenced @25Goldenn on twitter for some of it that I couldn’t comprehend. 

*music*

0:23

Dark matter, like painted splatters, they fit better, the old saying, the way it goes, better the devil you do then you don’t know. I hit pedals and switch levers, my heart metal, I can't settle, im part trouble, they are not subtle. I fuck good so fuck cuddles, burst bubbles the thrist levels at new heights, i down doubles, and got baked til I felt high, my face puzzled, felt muddled, far strung and your floors woodent, the thought might but the fit wouldn’t. A fortnight

0:46 - 1:00

And I thought right, it’s all bark and no bite, I’m Tony Stark still embarking on a dream, took a bit of time to take darkness from the team. Seen what I saw. Heartless on the sleeve. Tried to burn my wings, so I put them in a piece on my chest , at peace no rest.

1:00-1:15

Flipped this on it’s head. Rip the script up now, flip it don’t pretend, slipping shit again, Fakers all around me, I’ve been living in pretense. Fake friends won’t make amends. There’s no need, these mean comments control the scenes. Attentionseekers, the spine is weakened

1:15-1:24

This family needs, what a family needs, and the planet bleeds, the damaged trees. It’s never leaving til we ascend so fuck the fence, and until they stop killing colour it’s fuck the feds.

1:22 - 1:44

You must be off it, I mean it, you know you ain’t never get with the judging and I used to dread growing my beard too long, never felt I belonged, but it's really long like a minute I ain’t looking to no mans for the limits, They’re feeling timid, I’m telling them who they mimic, why they don't look like a clinic …. Why they don't get no women, Still, we’re just fucking girls, Lost in the wrong world, Jurassic, now to this vermin

1:41-  1: 50

Kicking the game I’m serving, these losers are never learning, my fire is forever burning, adding it to my fuel, seems like I’m always focused on never becoming you, These locals that rob us feeling … was for a reason.

1:52-2:02

I’m seeing my new beginnings, watch out this loser’s winning, and no water is too deep to swim in Like I’m about to see a killing, I’m all the way that and living, flawless and feeling lawless, the prison now to the gimmicks, my vision is set to something,

2:03-:2:20

I’m watching you bitches plummet, no matches here for my cunning, you rappers are feeling done in, switching your genre, running and Running your jaw, stunting, pulling at straws, something  I think you’re a poor effort, deaf and tone deaf and I ain’t treat you separate. Living, I’m in my element, riding it like a … never lose me to fentanyl, scared when I take a benadryl. Keeping it green in general

2:20- 2:46

Think that you remain irrelevant. Look at yourself with reverence, hoping to always elevate. Celibate of these thoughts, killing themselves with sedatives. In comparison to eminem, you’re feeling feminine. Impolitically correct, still dropping on my dick. And I never gave a fuck about what they say abt my shit, I’ve been moving things in my mind like it’s this mountain dew Memories have made me wonder if one day I’m after you. What’s the purpose that you do, is what you're hoping that they learn, i’d like to say i’m done but it’s getting up on my nerves

2:46 -2:55

I’m looking at my life, saying what do I deserve. It’s hard to say I know when I’m walking through the dirt. Talking while you’re nothing I can see for what it’s worth. I’m tired of feeling hurt and I’ve tried enough but nothing works.

2:55-3:40

I’m racking up excuses while I’m slacking off on work. Chit chatting is the usual, talking to this clerk, i beg you don’t include me. I might write it on my shirt so everytime they see me, the oldest know to swerve. SWERVE Life is potent, bits of fucked shit… till they took notice weren’t  no hocus pocus, it was hard work that got me heard so i put in the graph like google maps but the whole earth

… around my door mat, taking over like the drones, rolling dirt up in miles like the water, and exploding like Annas hematoma. Don't need to see a slammer to know that I don't want to go man

I’m a showman. I’m just focused on the drama… like i’ve got my own insurance, show myself the pain, like i boxed it in the frame, if we’re about to talk greatness im great, the way you have to say my name like beyonce

“Say my name”

4:00-4:46

Just a bum with a cigarette, sun coming up, all my thoughts on the internet. Feeling deep, I’m just bored with the silhouette single sec,  get fucked up for the thrill of it . killer streak playing Pacman. Like I came from the Philippines vanilla bean still a thing for the thrill of scene,

Theres a beam, UFO, Leave it well alone  I aint moving, stood still on the peloton, telephone and its always on the dial tone,  it's been a while since i’ve smiled at a milestone, seen a big pile in my mind stone, me against the world on my Jack Jones, Like I’m John Jones, With pictures in the condo, far from John Doe, in the ___, like I'm Johnny Bravo, got pravado, with a small dick sitting in golados, feeling far gone, cuz that last hit was the good shit, was that stay lit

4:48-5:02

You can never take my shit come and get me. On the top floor,  cloud 9, fading, never bailing, felt amazing, inhaling, til my lungs two guns blazing. Overcome all the stunts that I pulled. A suit of just skin and then wool

5:02- 5:17

This life doesn’t give you no armour, a lot of myself can harm ya. I swear on what’s good, that I’m here till they take me. I pray that I’m wrinkled, at least over 80, and start moving like a ruler, ?damaged? Like a computer going fast, bars from the jeweler, bring the songs to the beach in hopes of finding tuna

5:18-5:36

…

5:36- 6:16

Grab a bat, lose my rag. Couple things got me mad, a couple people got me wrong and now I’m changing up the swag. Coming in and stealing it, I might take the whole bag. Feeling undefeated, I’m a beast with a reason, and imma lead the whole pack. Fearless like I’m Caesar, I’m just waiting for a chance to fill it up with diesel, and all I've been achieving is clocking miles in its region, moving like a legion.

Promise that I made to myself an allegiance. Do you still believe I’m a fool for ever leaving, staring at the ceiling, can never put a cap on achieving. I’m just here for the rap, then I’m leaving.

I’ve had about enough of being my own enemy, it’s time I grew up,  a long way from 17. Always went against the grain, struggles in my life. Got some things to say when I stand up on a mike.

6:16-6:32

I ain’t dropping this for fame, I need this time, like therapy, it’s just to keep me sane. The truth is on my medicine, can’t put that on your plate.

Speeding into everything, bout time I fixed the brakes. Don’t say I can’t communicate , you know I conversate with you in several different ways. And I know you know it’s references, looking at your face.

6:33- 6:53

Can’t justify mistakes, like every man that made them, seems I ain't  the one to blame. Lying to myself, only had so much to gain, so now I’m switching up the plate, see if that affects the place, im at on most days

I ain’t going with the usual so they looking at me strange. Confused, I can feel it all,  I’m here to make a change. It’s cold at 3am outside, I’m walking with the dog, thanking god that you don’t talk at all, my mind is switching off

6:54-7:12

Driving down to find myself, cuz I’ve been getting lost, lived this selfless life and found I can give a toss. Lessons that I’ve learned I’ve tried teaching to myself. What I’ve learnt from certain people is that they’re better than myself.

So I surround myself with real ones, and you feel the plastic melt. Like burning toy soldiers that used to go up on the shelf. Recycle the ideas, conveying on the belt

7:14-7:29

.. circus, always hurting the way we felt? Embarrassed that we dreamt of bigger things and letting go of notions till we feel them in cement

Tired of only hoping, we feel broken men. Cuz the gravity is weight and has kept us to the ground, see the only people speaking with favors in their mouths

7:46-7:58

Got killer rhymes… no fillers, like godzilla, eating clouds cuz my smokes thicker, throat licker, my dope sicker, bringing people their hope like im the pope slicker,  i hope you’re getting the point cuz i walk quicker

I thought my city was shit bcs I want bigger like my zipper couldn’t zip up fed up with the…my love is fickle.. Residual age has a primitive face

I see demise for your limited ways, Left it to simmer, simmer away…a fake glimmer in the haze

8:09-8:11

Feeling trapped this industry is a cage

8:34-8:50

Nobody’s speaking the truth, I’m offended by the State. Look at the state of the news, I’ve decided the argument, reciting my views, while they’ve been sat in their chairs, I’m feeling pressure to choose.

Standing here as one man, how can I do half when you’re half the person I am. If it wasn’t in your life, you didn’t choose it. It’s the funny thing about music. It’s the pain and beauty of it.

8:52-9:11

Don’t give a fuck what my suit is, it looks good so I wear it, better than the shoot that People’s wearing, changing the whole narrative for these basics and scarcity

Been facing the racists from back when i were a kiddie .born up in in 93’. been living in Bradford City..kicked me out of the schools, they had a problem with me hitting the kids that would call me p*** still sitting in the classroom chilling, and i'm angry now that I’m older I see they treat us different

9:12-9:25

got me thinking I’m the problem cuz they never dealt with those issues.

20 years later I’m still in the same boat, tryna treat me like my grandpa, say I came up off the boat. Came to tell you what I stand for, man I think you’re shit, a joke. How can I be civil, when they got me by the throat

9:25-9:35

Pushing my feelings down, you ain’t got it like them

‘Boy your skin is so light’, ok motherfucker take my name up on a flight. Try to convince immigration that your bloodline’s half white.

9:35-9:45

I don’t know how that’s acceptable, when life is more susceptible to perception, be the death of them. I’ve been looking at the sky saying where’s that day of reckoning, you had your prophets right when they say that you would speak to them.

9:45-9:55

I need justice in this life and I trust that it’s my fight, cuz when I’m writing it feels right to have them focused on the facts again. Focused on the rap again, hoping for the change, gunna put this on the map again

9:55-10:16

Writing in all caps again, the pain, it goes through me so I write the letter. All the shit that could have brought me but made me better.

I’m at home with a pain in my soul , yeh rap… cuz you know I was too real to contest it, my time was invested. Now I look at the industry, I see it infested, looking like kids who would write on nesquik.

10:17-10:29

My name ain’t on the list unless they label it ethnic.

I ain’t never gave a fuck about these jokers and jesters. Ain’t no answers for these things, so just save us the questions, man allowed of violence, cuz my silence is deafening, your opinion stinks, somebody get him a breath mint.

10:30- 10:42

Start to understand why they think that I’m threatening, I move in certain ways, couldn’t slow me with ketamine Now they all wanna hear me, got a table at letterman. Direction changed, like I changed up the lettering. Don’t believe the age ,bcs I move like a veteran.

10:42 - 10:47

Raised on the benefit for whose benefit, they’ll never learn shit, man, if the shoe fits.

…no words coming out when you open your mouth

And to be honest, it’s insulting, offensive to my wounds that have been salting. Tryna ask me questions that they know I never answer. I’d rather sit online and reply to the fan art

11:00-11:06

Fuck a sports car, coming through when i rapped

tell you what I like, farm life and the tractor

11:06- 11:17

Fake life, 'sup online, suck a fat one. You don’t wanna buy into that, none of that son. Sitting in the garden 98’ in the Datsun,  seen some hot summers but I still remember that sun.

*music*

11:51- 12:34

I make millions off of my pain, cause I know a few millions still living that way

Dealing with the hurt, they should know cause they don’t deserve it, it hit deep cause i hit the nerve. Only way that the sheep learn if the street firm, in my ways I don’t wanna change, everything just stay the same

Who you tryna convince you understand, cant maintain, let the lights dim some,  get the Chow Mein, flex, get the tape, right up at night

Why these men be nice to my face, be nice,  i ain’t tryna be a gangsta ruins my vibe

Rather be low-key and on my phone. Never need the trophy or the show piece

Never show peace in a North Face fleece. Show kids this like i wrote my flip

Cause the sign might fit till the start i’m sick

12:37-13:05

Now you see where I come from, the world don’t. Only achievement in this life is the Jordans. Committing petty crimes out of boredom, we can’t afford them. So I stole it, need a rolex

Go make sense, get yourself a job, It’s a poor man’s game tryna sit and pray to god, he ain’t sorting out your problems, gotta sort them out yourself

Used to tell us fables, now I’m writing them myself, Cause we raw like animals we all just need some help

Cathartic, I’m an artist, trying to put my heart in

Felt double crossed like Leo in Departed

13:05- 13:27

For the knowledge i’m not charging see I got it all free

But my hunger kept me starving like i’m feening for the feed

I just Need a reason to see me bleeding for my creed. Trick you with the words like I keep em up my sleeve. Picking where I fit, I see me sitting with the queen

I ain’t doing it unless you’re used to saying please

Let me flow a bit, before I sting 'em with the bees, They tryna kill us with disease

(Music)

13:34- 14:12

Why does it feel like they had the same notebook and the same four looks

Like the rain won't touch on their face, so sus when they lie don’t trust not a minor

Please no fuss, I just move through the game like must

Something in the way i adjust till i stick, Free falling like the ship, free fall till i bust

Remember 21 brother gave no fucks. Trying to project when they give them looks

In the projects, in the objects us

In my own way, never gave me love, shoulda never started this, broken hearted kid

Dried up the feeling till I stole the lid

Don’t wanna relish in the fame but I can’t resist

14:46-14:58

I like the way we feel, I like the way, I like the way

Ain’t no mistake, i am a being

I ain’t tryna be a leader, been selling out since Jesus

All my rhymes are for the readers, between the lines, like Father time, I fuck Mother Nature

14:58-15:40

That’s what they get, the connotations. Tell 'em I lived a life, and then I lived a life of adjacent? like its…. and played it patient.

Alone on my own spaceship, always tryna find greatness, still defying lines, but I’m fighting in my prime.

Shining light like Kylo while imma kill it all the time. Aging like I’m wine

Asian in my face, but still my race you can’t define. Focused on defiance, imma fight it while it’s life.

Started something sick and on my mind is what’s next, just became a dad so now I’m taking all the cheques. Better know I’m staying and paying like it’s debt. Imma get it done, if it’s taking all my breath, sweat, and down I ain’t messing around til I’m the best

Speaking in full sentences, shoulda thought about a strategy before you went at the stratosphere about this… rings around Saturn, this ain’t a battle, I’m sat, I’m here

15:40-16:22

Catch me doing magic, hired and sounding tragic I think you could use practice and until that you get the blacklist and pull like a … actress? Fooling them like a catfish, schooling like a legend, happy to be the reference, fusing like iridescence, leaving them all guessing, leaking out of my brain like a pipe I aint fixing, shining like a star you can see it from a distance

Aint many of me around p*** I’m just different Certain stages to this level aint here because fame is to the devil fuck a label, imma do this from the ghetto, clean up like Im Dettol

I’m the man to put a bet on, sight smart like a weapon,  this is my kind of setting, i write the world I’m sat in, while these others live on hype, i see them fight in how they type, the fruit is ripe for the taking, i think i might

16:22-16:57

Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here

16:58- 17:47

Eccentric things are mentioned like a kid stuck in detention tryna escape im just spitting what is written on the next page, spitting image of my dad in his young days

Born sinner when i’m livid i say fucks sake

Don’t worry i’m too cunning with no plumbing, the waterworks, i sung something that resonates, i thought it first like giving birth to the parrot perch

They see me do it and they know it works

Don’t know what’s worse: the way that you live your life or the way that you write a verse

You’ll be nervous, you don’t deserve it we’ll scratch the surface ill leave a crater, lift the dirt up to find the hurting

Can’t know for certain nothing is guaranteed, tryna be a better person than the world deserves to see cuz i see a lot of sharks still swimming in the sea

Cease and arrest what’s the reason.. And these the kinda kids we bringing up next

Distorted reality, all they needed was family, too hard to face, to see what the damage is

17:47

*i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, no, i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, *

18:04-18:38

Sometimes they ask the questions too deep to form a sentence, to disform, is this the norm, is this the sentence i feel defenseless i played the setlist, and all my sweat blood and tears, forgot to mention feeling lost, going off into different sections i feel like love wrecked it

If it’s not a drug why am i waiting for the next fix, affected, i cant believe that you left this

I guess I leave for the best wish, moving on like im fine for the lectures

We see it all from spectrums, cuz if we’re falling down we can fall down together

Staircase to heaven, mirror down the middle like 11, resentment on one side it won’t settle

18:38- 19:14

Mind fried but taking sense, they aint got a sense of themselves in the rich ends

Need to spell it out for them.. Made for them so witness

I know you feel afflicted but you always love it with me while im laughing at you, ya think you’re laughing with me

I try to (i love you) but im grown so they don’t fit me, my body thrown from the new to this old city so Im sick of sitting on my own, feeling so shitty, i’ve been on roads where its cold and the snow hitting

Its okay to be yourself, sit and talking to myself

I’ve been walking for the longest, just need a little rest, know i ain’t the strongest, I can feel it in my chest, talking about my feelings and of me, they get the best

19:14-19:59

They aint leaving, seeing breathing in my breath

Till death do us part is just seeded in my heart, like a work of art

Never winning,im just scared

Cant begin from the start, do i play a part in the rhythm of the night

I guess i’m onto something cuz the dark is feeling right

Every cloud got a lining, put my own miles  in, like moralis, figured that they’re jealous, that they could just never tell us to change because the weather never made me question whether or not i’m not that level

Got rid of all the bullshit sitting in my way, most of them are full of shit i see it every day

I do hearing the same things that i do, maybe that shits hitting like haiku

How much do you pay for them to hype you

Recycle your flaws but they aint like new, leaving and conceded and full of diesel like engines that need a cleaning, the ending will be revealing. Even though we ain’t raising the facts, now we been facing.

20:01-20:52

The cactus with spikes, needing spaces. Different faces, the same story. A full body like straight body direct to your system.

Could never tell 'em we missed’ em. Not even with the thoughts, we gift them. Cuz they just take advantage, guess we are caught in a system.

My soul pouring out details of borrowed time, had enough of a fill, this is for sorrow time. I’m seeing visions of Heaven, I seen the severed line, between the gospel they speak and when theyre telling lies.

Remember telling a friend of mine, you’d sent of mine, identified like a 3rd eye. Got a habit of knowing now where the dirt lies. So benign. I ain’t sober after 9, so I fuck their minds. Why you flipping out, see another

Try to rep it from the city, fuck a chiller crew, repping for the nittys, trying to keep us down, raised on the social, don’t want to let us out of the system. Me, I insist we assist them, me alone putting shifts til I lift them

20:53-21:12

I know it’s hard, that’s why I like it, I’m fit to fight it, I’m from the North, I’m backing Tyson, it’s been decided, don’t see no light. They needing guiding, just redefining, realizing, I’m realigning, in full finance, they stay silenced.

Can’t be louder, I’m juiced up with no powder. I fix shit like a slick spanner. Gone green like Bruce Banner. So free Gaza on my banner

21:12-21:51

The real McCoy, I ain’t nothing to toy with, signifying peace like a Japanese Koi Fish. How did this happen, we’re moving backwards in our timeline, killing us with cyanide, Right up for the freedom 'til we transform like Ironhide

This is bout my feelings, the way that I move affects the fate that I’m sealing. Can’t say nothing, with that something being on the page, kept inside the pen like the bars that have been kept caged. See I always had a plan, since I was young, we had nothing man

Now it’s been a few years since I ain’t seen the fam, on foreign lands. Bout to climb Everest in the avalanche. Right into the riddles as soon as you were born. Never asking the question cuz it’s the norm. See I’m in a questionin’ session

21:52-22:03

Like the manner got a method to teaching a lesson, listen to MF Doom, he taught me like Ra’s Al Ghul. Felt like living in Gotham, the people were rotten. Still we play cartoons so it’s never forgotten.

22:03-22:15

Chilling at the top but we came from the bottom. Writing and jottin for them life by, spotting the difference

*Dreams, was growing out of me, sun promising that tomorrow it will rise, time playing games with my mind, I swear it will pass us by

Train goes on the tracks, smoke, I’m tired to hide my thoughts, so blinded in flames, Don’t know where we’re going, I have no way of knowing, only see what’s in my head

Can’t we wait a minute, so we can savour this, It’s on my brain again, these days, It on my brain again these days”

23:10-23:46

They’re hating on Palestine ways, The oh no Palace playing Prince on the Steinway, Sending out mind waves, stop them like crimewaves, Freedom fighter, Yellow Metal is my name

Like vipers, I see the sly ones, the snake that’s called Biden, none of them abiding what they might put in writing

We should be used to it by now, say whatever for the vote and then just choose another route, say they’d never kill another unless that brother’s skin is brown

I’m just telling you the facts, if you can’t take it, the truth naked, to bare bones and my thoughts lately, spitting politics.. Done ain’t it, Shit just gets me vexed, and now I’m sitting that I think of it

23:45-23:59

Feeling on the brink of it, whatever it is, Figure out some shit at least it feels that way

talk about my feelings and I don’t feel so strange, finding solace, that’s a promise, in Metropolis but being honest, can’t write a sonnet, without some pain

24:00-24:40

Can’t fade away, away so we can savour this, been on my brain again these days

Can't find a way to be so you can savour this, been on my brain these days

Singing the song for another, singing a song for another