#all of his outfits are SO GOOD i feel like im being so fed unlike w choices and adrian who never changed out of his godamn t*x

[mydearesthrry]

places we won’t walk (chapter one) || peter parker

summary - the doors at midtown seem a little boring, but when you get introduced to someone you seem to remember, what happens when they seem to remember you too?

word count - 2.9k (wow shes gettin better!)

pairings - peter parker x fem!reader

warnings - like mild mention of s*xual assault, angst if you squint really hard, mj being a softy for you, mj being a lowkey bi, peter being stupid as always, y/n calling peter a colonizer.... thats it ok enjoy

a/n: so i know i last updated in october, but as u all saw i have a 25 days of xnas thing going on (PLS I WROTE THE A/N LIKE A MONTH AGO PLUS I FORGOT ABOUT THE XMAS THING DISREGARD) so pwww updates will be slow (as if they werent already omg) but the next chapter will be arriving hopefully, fingers crossed, on xmas eve or xmas! also, are you guys watching the new euphoria episode? also, i’ve stopped using the word ‘stuttering’, as it may be ableist, and i’d never wanna come off as insensitive. anyway lmao, enjoy chapter one, the trials and tribulations of hitting someone in the nuts.

also side note psa: biggest thank you to @blossomparkers for helping me so much w this chapter. i owe it all tooooo u lani yani. thank u for everything !!!!!

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when y/n y/m/n stark was in her early years, she was never aware of the impact her father would and did hold over her life, and in turn, the whole world. for the longest time, you’d always assumed that your father wasn’t real, and everything that had been told to you by malicious family members who were jealous over your father’s “successes” had been lies, and you had it believed yourself. no one would even think that you were tony stark’s daughter until it had been mentioned. tony’s snarky attitude had been a character trait that you’d gotten, and you always took pride in your humor and attitude.

the story of your mother and tony had been messy and all over the place. from a drunken hook-up followed by multiple days of morning sickness, to a surprise pregnancy test, the storyline of your parents had been.. well.. interesting to say the least. you never focused on your family’s history, solely based on the fact that you didn’t have two fucks to give about your family history, but you also never knew your father which was-- bizarre. 

when tony had found out about you, he claimed it was a drunken accident, a mistake, and one he made when he was “less responsibly a stark”, which was actually just some fucking bullshit, but he didn’t wanna admit that he hooked up with some random chick at a bar that he thought was hot.

since you had been raised by a mother who was barely there, you had to raise yourself. you were kinda street smart and book smart, and you were always smart when it came to books, because you were the type to want to learn-- unlike others.

when you were in your teen years, you had tabs on you and the media on you 24/7 to make sure you didn’t royally fuck up. the unwanted attention became too much when you started realizing that people didn’t want you for your personality, they wanted you for your title. but this was after you moved from brooklyn. nuvale and peter never saw you as some “movie star”, or some famous person in the media because you weren’t. but when you had grown to learn what your father did, he had forced you to not fuck up to maintain his-- somewhat okay reputation. 

you always wanted that superstar life, as a fantasy of course, but when you got to it, you realized the cliche-y-ness of it all. you’d idolized the famous women in the media-- idolized how they looked like. you realized fairly quick how fucked up the media truly is. you realized how things really aren’t as they seem. its not just the galas that look extravagant, or getting to wear a fancy new gucci outfit every night. it honestly was a whole bunch of other shit you wouldn’t even imagine. it comes with the no privacy thing- people stalking you in public, the death threats, so much shit that wouldn’t happen as common if you were just anonymous.

being an avenger (basically), your dad had natasha teach you the ropes; the basic rules of how to kick someones ass. it was a handbook that the women of the avengers had created, and it had all the rules and regulations of how to spar someone on the team, and basically how to righteously beat someone's ass up. it was never really something you found too important, but as you grew older, you realized that it was very important to know, especially since you were a girl.

despite your harsh remarks and snarky attitude, your father always knew how to hit a sensitive point in you that always managed to break you down. you never quite understood why he would want to make you feel worse about yourself than you already felt, but regardless, you always felt underappreciated by him. being a stark, you were expected to be a genius, get over the top grades, and constantly be able to keep up, but with your luck, you were graced with depression, social anxiety, and a 4.0 gpa. fun, right? 

wrong.

when you were 11, you had made friends with the kids in your apartment halls, and you learned that their names were nuvale jones and peter parker, and you were basically the golden trio. you were hermione, peter was ron, and nuvale was harry. which, now that you look back at it, makes much more sense than any other arrangement. you also had another friend, harry osborn, but once he moved away, there was no way for you to talk to him anymore. he had moved across the country to california, and from then, it was just you, peter, and nuvale. your best friends ha been there for you for what seemed like decades, although you only knew them for about three.

peter was the boy with the rosy cheeks who little 12 year old you would get butterflies in her tummy. or the type of boy to bring you an extra snack if you weren’t able to pack it the night before. he was the type of boy to walk you to the nurses office if you got hit with a dodgeball. he was the type of boy to fall for someone like you. but he didn’t. or so you thought. 

little prebubescent y/n was an awkward girl who thought the world would be on her side when she needed it the most, or that whenever you needed peter or nuva, they would be there. you didn’t think your best friend would stop talking to you after you had moved away. you were too naive to know that peter liked you, and you were too naive to know that he had liked you back, but you wanted to believe what your brain would tell you, so you decided to flush your feelings down the drain and forget about them, which, in hindsight, was a pretty shitty idea. who would’ve known?

your alarm clock blared loudly from beside you, causing you to let out a loud groan in protest. you hit the side of your head angrily, then whining and rubbing the spot which you hit. whines and loud sighs fell from your lips as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and pulled the covers over your head, knowing what would come next after you would try to snooze your alarm.

“good morning, miss stark, how could i be of service to you this morning?” friday’s voice echoed through your large bedroom. you peaked your eyes and forehead from beneath the covers, your eyes slowly starting to adjust to the light that was pulled through the big blinds which were now open. 

“mmm, fri, just tell happy to get the car ready, ill be ready in a few min- nevermind, tell him to get ready in thirty, im probably gonna fall asleep in the shower.” you croaked, taking your phone from the charger which was on your nightstand. you slipped on your bunny slippers and turned on the heater in your room, the draft filling your room with cold air throughout the night.

-------

once you walked through the large industrial doors of midtown’s cafeteria, everyones voices started to drop into sharp hushed whispers, making you roll your eyes and pull your hood up over your face. you pulled your airpods from your pockets into your ears and tried your best to avoid any and all eye contact with anyone you did end up coming into contact with. you walked over to the food bar where you grabbed a red school tray and plastered on your best smile to the lunch ladies who work oh so hard to make sure you all were fed. as you walked through the line, you could feel the intensified stares on you, making your back erupt in chills. you didn’t like to be watched, and the fact that you were a so-called celebrity didn’t help your cause in any way. 

“hey.” a low voice called from behind you. it was a girl with curly hair with gorgeous light brown skin, and a jawline that would cut you. you were almost astonished by her beauty, but you remembered the facade you had to hold, especially to strangers that you didn’t know.

“hey?” you asked unsurely, wondering if she was with the media or not. which was something that tended to happen quite a bit.

“don’t worry, i’m not with the press. you just seem interesting.” she said in a monotone voice, but still with a strong look of seriousness on her face. you giggled softly when your eyes locked and your faces went totally still, making the girl in front of you laugh as well. she held out her hand in front of you, while also balancing her tray and book in the other hand. you placed yours into hers and shook it, smiling when she told you her name.

“michelle jones.” she smiled, your throat getting a little tight at her last name, and you had to admit that it struck a little chord within you, but you quickly cleared it from your thoughts and introduced yourself as well.

“y/n stark. pleasure to meet you, jones.”

“pleasure to meet you too.”

“so, i get that you’re new here,” she started walking, inviting you to walk along with her. “what- what are you doing here? i mean i get you’re smart and all, but this is a nerd school; you literally could’ve gone anywhere, so, might i ask, why here?”

“hm, interesting question. seriously i don’t know. my dad and i don’t really get along so he makes the decisions and i tell him if i like it or not. which by the way, i’m gonna have to stay near you-- you’re the only one making this bearable for me right now.” you snorted, nudging your elbow to hers. 

“hm, daddy issues. great song, love the artists.” she smirked, making you shoot your head back in loud laughter, gaining some side eyed glances from a few people sitting at the tables around you.

“so, where are we sitting? i usually nev-”

“hey mj!” you were interrupted by a boyish laugh and hoots and hollers coming from a table two tables ahead of you. 

“jesus fucking christ. what? just because i got some and you didn’t doesn’t mean that you have to be that fuckin’ loud about it.” she grumbled, placing her tray down, slinging the backpack on her right shoulder beside her. you looked at her with a nervous but curious glint in your eyes. she gave you a knowing look which said, ‘just go with what i say’, making you nod in understanding.

“woah! holy shit! i m- i mean woah- nice to- nice to meet you!” the boy fumbled over his words, looking at you and michelle in disbelief, shaking his friends shoulder and poking at his cheek.

“nice cut, g. looks nice.” you said to him, giggling as you stuck your straw into the mini juice box.

“o-oh, thanks… g?” he said back to you, observing your looks with a confused expression written on his face making you giggle at his confusion. 

“peter! look! y/n stark is at our table!” he whisper shouted to his friend, making you look at michelle with a smile on your face and playfully rolling your eyes. she looked back at you, rolling her eyes as well, gesturing to her head as if saying ‘idiots’, making you giggle and turn back to them. 

“so, bowl cut dude, what’s your name?” you nodded to him, picking at your salad with the blac spork that was so cordially given to you by mj. 

“n-ned, ned leeds.” he smiled sheepishly.

“and you, colonizer, what’s your name?” you tapped on the table, alerting the boys attention. you could hear michelle and ned hollering and snickering from their seats, but decided to keep your poker face rolling. but i mean, how couldn’t you? the look on his face was absolutely priceless. 

“peter park- wait did you just call me a colonizer?” he cut himself off in his own sentence, looking at his other friends for confirmation, to which they nodded, still cackling at the fact that you had indeed call him a colonizer.

“peter park, hm?” you teased, ignoring the way you hesitated and ignoring the way your chest felt heavy when the name of peter was said.

“n-no thats not my name-” he said, tripping over his words, making you let out a chuckle. 

“i’m messing with you. with what you’ve given me, i could only guess your name is peter parker?” you rested your chin on your hand, engaging in the awkward conversation.

“yeah. thats my name.” he said more confidently, giving you a tight lipped smile.

“nice to meet you, parker.”

“you too, stark, my pleasure.”

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after the small encounter with your new found friends, you had gone back to your respective classes, which meant that your next class had peter in it. after you had split up, you decided to get there early to avoid any commotion surrounding you.

as the boring class continued, you heard the loud clicking of high heels in the hallways, which had to be one person and one person only.

“stark,” someone shouted from the door which swung open. low and behold, in front of you was the prickly bitch, your principal, mrs cunningham. “come with me, eugene’s parents have requested a meeting with you and your father considering that you had just hit their son in the private areas!” everyone snickered and laughed. finally someone had stood up to flash’s shit. 

“y- you punched flash in the nuts? i thought that was just a rumor?” peter stuttered, looking at you in disbelief.

“yeah, the fuck was i gonna do? let him flirt with me? no. that bitch tried to grab my ass. i’m a stark, i was raised better than that.” you whispered to him, packing your bag as you did so.

“hm, guess you’re right. well, good luck stark.” 

“thanks parker.”

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once you arrived in the principals office, you saw what seemed to be his mother in one of the seats decked out in expensive pearls and diamonds. typical.

“little miss over here punched my son in the privates! i will not allow this to happen!” fuck. you thought; another one of those stuck up cunty parents.

“pfft, probably paid to get their son into here.” you muttered under your breath, playing with your protection bracelets incase anything was to ever happen.

“wHAT? mrs cunningham, i will not allow this child to talk about my son this wa-”

“hello! i was called in?” a voice interrupted, one you could only peg as your father.

“ahh! mr stark! you’re finally here!” your hilarious excuse as a principal said cheerfully.

“i am! and i am here to.. come and have a meeting about my daughter's- behavior?” he asked questiongly, already seeing the triumphant and cocky look on your face. he knew you weren’t at fault, and you were gonna lie your pretty ass out of it.

“well, mr stark, we have a student in the nurses room due to the actions of your daughter!” she looked at him menacingly. he shook his head with a smile on his face and walked over to you, grasping your shoulders in his hands.

“well kiddo, wanna explain what and why you did what you did?” he smiled, giving you two taps on your shoulder, already knowing what was next. you two had a pretty good acting schedule when it came to it, when in reality, you despised eachother.

“sure daddy! eugene had been hitting on me for several days now, and even found my private social medias in use to.. how can i say this, use me for my fame? he tried talking to me, very inappropriately on several occasions, and even went as far as to try and grab me in areas in which i find extremely inappropriate, without my consent, might i add, which doesn’t seem okay with me. does it seem exceptional to you, mrs thompson?” you asked, while only keeping your eyes on his mother.

“why, i am so sorry miss stark! his father will be in contact, i did not raise my baby to be this way! im sorry for any inconvenience he may have caused you!” she gasped, raising a hand to her heart. 

“it’s okay, i just request, may this never happen again? i would not like my privacy to be invaded, much less from your son, and can i please ask that he never try to hit on me, nor any girls at this school ever again? i can only imagine how many other girls this may have happened to, mrs thompson.” you sighed, your eyes filling up with fake tears. you reached up to touch your fathers hand, tapping it twice back, knowing that you both had just won.

“never again miss stark, once again, i am so sorry this happened to you.” 

“it’s okay. now mrs cunningham, shall we see our way out?” your father answered for you, looking over at the old white woman who looked like a piece of cheese. she could only nod in awe, giving you the cue to pick up your bags and walk proudly to the door.

“thanks i guess.” you muttered, pulling out your airpods once more, hoping to seal the conversation with your father.

“yeah yeah, no problemo.” he muttered back, avoiding eye contact and stuffing his hands in his  pockets. 

once you reached the door, you remembered that you had left something in your locker, and informed your dad that you’d be going back to get it. he all but nodded and looked back at his shoes before trudging to the car.

once you entered the seemingly halls, much to your surprise, you saw a scrawny teenage boy lifting open a set of lockers, which you didn’t even know was possible, and pulling out a red and blue suit. once you saw who the hands belonged to, your mouth fell agape as you gasped,

“peter?”

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[gayreneewalker]

On Andrew, Neil, and cats

It starts with a rescue

Which is to say, Neil starts leaving scraps out for the stray that keeps coming by

She’s a skinny, matted thing of a cat, with a big scar on her muzzle and fleas and bleary eyes

She starts out very suspicious, which Neil both respects and is frustrated by, because he’s just trying to give her bits of chicken

Eventually she gets more comfortable. It turns out, she purrs like a motor if you scratch her chest

Andrew just watches, but he doesn’t comment and he doesn’t do anything that might scare her

He puts his foot down when she starts trying to get inside, though

“If it is going to be indoors, it is getting a bath. I will not tolerate fleas on the couch.”

Neil agrees, that yeah, they should probably make sure she’s not bringing nasty stuff in with her

So they go to the pet store and buy flea shampoo and worming medicine and food for her

Neil decides he can’t bathe her, not because she scratches but because she starts crying like she’s dying the INSTANT you turn the water on

So Andrew gives her the bath. He does, of course, end up completely soaked

Of course Neil takes photos of this. They range from unimpressed Andrew and cat doing her best victim of tragedy expression to both of them glaring at the camera with the exact same annoyance

Over the next couple weeks of good food and regular brushing, the cat (whom Neil mostly calls “kitty” in a rota of languages, and Andrew calls “it” and “the cat) starts recovering

Neil sends before and after pictures to the foxes groupchat. The first one is an obviously underfed tangle of patchy, dirty fur and suspicious, leaky eyes. The second is a lush, sleeping kitty with clear tabby markings sleeping in a patch of sun. 

Ofc everyone flips their shit

“Omfg i cant believe you got a cat!!!! whats its name??”

“Doesnt have one”

“I hereby dub thee King Fluffikins, first of thy line”

“Im p sure its a girl cat but yeah ok”

“oh shit really? nice i didnt think you would agree”

So King becomes King

King is a jerk. She likes to jump on counters and eats from your plate when you aren’t watching it. She absolutely claws and bites the shit out of you while playing and hasn’t clued in that feet are a part of the human body

Neil ADORES her. she is a lap cat when she’s not on crackhead time, and they figure she used to be a pet bc no way a feral cat loves cuddles that much

Andrew pretends to be unaffected, but it becomes normal to see his hands all scratched up from playing with her

She gains a CONSIDERABLE repritoire of nicknames. King, Fluff-butt, You (in increasingly dramatic tones, which Andrew manages to convey with minimal inflection), Bastard, King Jerk of Asshole Mountain, Kitty-Baby, The Tiny Criminal, Brat Cat

She also learns to reply to “Hey!” and will look at you when you say it even if youre on the phone or something

They love her very much. she is a spoilt brat.

Enter Sir

One day they’re just chilling and Matt calls them up

“Hey, my great aunt just died.”

“Um. That sucks?”

“Eh, she was, like, 93. Anyway, my cousin is allergic to cats, but is worried about giving hers to a shelter, and I figured I’d ask if you have room for one more?”

After a brief discussion and some googling about introducing cats they agree to at least try

So they go pick up the cat

His name is Sir Fat Cat McCatterson, and holy shit is it an accurate name

(the first time Neil brings him back from the vet he drops the carrier and announces, “Our cat is over nine kilograms. What the fuck. Twenty-one pounds. How.”)

(The answer is Matt’s great aunt lived alone and fed her only pet five times a day)

(Y i k e s)

Anyway introducing King and this massive shorthair goes surprisingly well since both of them were used to being the only cat

Like once they’re sharing space they fight, but it’s mostly just Sir being large at King and then King hissing and slapping the shit out of him. They also start cuddling and it’s very cute, but also kind of amazing bc Sir is quite literally double King’s size, fluff included

He is REALLY lazy and astoundingly tolerant

Like he doesn’t enjoy cuddles or being picked up, unlike King who will literally cry at you until you lift her and let her sit on your shoulder, but he’s not gonna scratch

Straight up you can use this motherfucker as a pillow and he’ll just lay there and then kinda jog away when you get off if he’s annoyed enough

He NEVER scratches intentionally. He bites sometimes but even then its not painful

He does, however, have strong opinions about feeding schedules

It’s a good thing Neil wakes up so early bc when he’s not there Sir is at the bed at 5:30 AM, Normal Food Time, meowing and gently smacking Andrew in the face until he’s up

The only ways to stop him are 1)food 2)spray bottle 3)disciplinary cuddles

If you can grab him and hug him for like ten seconds he’ll squirm away and leave you alone for at least twenty minutes. Andrew employs this technique when he is feeling lazy. He always ends up COATED in fur.

Actually both of them are coated in fur always. King is pretty dark so it’s fine, but Sir is a blond. RIP to the aesthetic.

Sir also accumulates nicknames over time. Fatso, Chunk-Chunk, Big Chunk, Chunk-a-cus, Lord Large, Lardass, Whiny, Baby (said lovingly by Neil and with EXTREME derision by Andrew), Piggy

Their lives know no peace between the two hooligans

They do love them very much

Both of them treat the cats with their own version of doting. Neil is all fond insults and baby-voice and picking them up to hug them, which King adores and Sir tolerates. Andrew sneaks them treats and lets them have some of his ice cream whenever he eats it, and also just generally makes sure they’re healthy and happy however he can.

He refuses to admit it but he also does baby voice them, less in a change of tone than a change of cadence

Neil thinks its hilarious and refuses to tell him bc then he might stop

Jokes on him Andrew is fully aware and Will Not Stop (unless someone else is around)

The foxes do occasionally get a video of Andrew speaking to one of the cats in a slightly sing-song cadence. 

“You’re so fat. Completely obese. Why do we feed you? Yeah, why do we feed you? Big bastard. Lazy, lazy. You don’t even play. Why don’t you play? If I have to work out, you should too.”

“Stop stealing. That’s my ravioli, Brat Cat. No, put it down. You’ll get sick,  you can’t digest cheese. No ravioli for you. Here, chicken. What? You’re not going to eat it? Priss.”

More often both of them speak to the cats like people. Andrew has a lot of videos of Neil discussing Exy or mathematics with King, who likes to meow back. Andrew explains the to them the reasoning why they can’t go outside and stuff.

They totally do spoil the shit out of them, too

For all people think it’s Neil, Andrew is AMAZINGLY indulgent. He impulse-buys cat towers and scratching posts and stuff for them like he impulse-buys Neil better outfits. And wet food only. (We can afford it, and it’s better for their hydration, Neil.)

Maybe they get more cats in the future but it starts with King and Sir. Neither of them expected to see themselves doing something as gentle and domestic as owning cats, but they wouldn’t take it back for the world

Not even when King gets stuck on top of the fridge or Sir barfs up a big disgusting hairball in the middle of the hallway

The end

or maybe not lmao they have YEARS of cat ownership in the future

#all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #the cats #i did blatantly base sir off my actual cat who is my icon and header #hes so STUPID and i adore him more than life itself. whiny bastard #his name used to be McLovin and then his old owner changed it to biscuit like a basic bitch

[postpunkpontypandyphantomthief]

The Young Ones Lolipops and Gumdrops Chapter 4: Years on into the vaporwave moonlight

The Young Ones in the 2010s note:this chapter is littered with Internet references.

Rick was on a parade float holding a guitar filled with "angst" he had a military type outfit on and his pigtails were undone so his semi-long hair could be shown

"When I was a young child, my dad took me into the city, to see the marching band," "he said, Richard, you'll grow up would you be the poet saviour for the people, broken, beaten and the damned

Neil would play post-grunge songs with local bands for events like weddings, pub parties etc. , Mike was in a rockabilly revival subculture and Vyvyan was a fan of White Stripes and Gorillaz

But a new decade was just starting to show

Rick said,

"Vyvyan that's the wrong tape rewind it"'

Neil moaned as he worried about the camera

"Oh guys stop being so heavy it's just a polaroid"

Vyvyan then adjusted the camera correctly and handed it back to Neil who was wearing hipster attire with a star necklace around his neck and tarot cards in his other hand

.......SHUTTER...........rec:o beep 02:10:18

Rick rested on his bed posing in an "aesthetic" way decorated in an 80s anime styled sweater with his name written in Japanese characters, a pastel coloured cardigan and his plaits out like before wearing light orange shades singing the song lyric "I want blood, guts and chocolate cake"

Vyvyan ran over to his side placing a tray of crisps, ketchup and chocolate on the dressing table dipping the crisps in the ketchup eating them as he begun to fidget with a fake rainbow coloured butterfly knife before shoving Rick's face into the chocolate cake

"VYVYAN YOU RUINED MY AESTHETIC!"

Vyvyan screamed "I WAS BORED, IT'S NOT THAT HORRENDOUS TO OFFEND OSCAR WILDE IS IT"?

on a book cover, a ghost of Oscar Wilde is folding his hands sarcastically "no I suppose not peasant"

later that night Vyvyan was sitting in front of his laptop recording with a torch, microphone and horror figurines around his room "Hey mates it's Vyvyan's spooky storytime of True Crime" "so there was this girl in Liverpool and she knew some boys of the neighbourhood who would frequently mock and harass her so...she stabbed them and hid their corpses in the local pond"

"BE QUIET IM TRYING TO LISTEN TO JAPANESE 80S MUSIC WOULD YOU STOP BEING A HYBRISTOPHILLIAC!" Rick shouted from next door

Vyvyan shouted back, "CULTURAL APPROPRIATOR"

Rick overdramatically gasped "How dare you I am no weeaboo unlike you"

the next day they were at Mcdonalds when Neil noticed something about their meal

" I don't think we should eat this, it's not vegan you don't get it I'm literally eating death"

Vyvyan shrugged

"It's no different than the rest of the manufactured garbage you get in these places"

Mike nodded and Rick smirked, "Yeah Neil, if you hate the place so much eat somewhere else"

Neil moaned "but I don't go anywhere else without you"

they all groaned while Neil kept complaining

"You see all your doing is killing and torturing these animals"

Vyvyan rolled his eyes "Yeah animals that eat their offspring"

Neil wouldn't shut up so Rick stabbed him with a fork

when he noticed Mike was telling a waiter about what happened he hid in the bathroom "I can't believe it I killed Neil, it was all over one silly argument how could I?"

Vyvyan opened the door "you, miserable sod you can come back out now Neil's still alive nothing serious"

Rick breathed a sigh of relief "Thank goodness"

a few days later Mike wanted Vyvyan to stick his head out the window again.....for the vine

"ok Vyv just do what you did before on university challenge," Mike said as he manoeuvred his phone

"Do not stick your head out the window, mmm I wonder why" Vyvyan then slammed his head against the window as the video was done being recorded

Mike smirked to himself "this will get me lots of hits" Vyvyan had a few cuts on his face, he wasn't happy "You bastard my face is gonna need stitches now because of this!"

Mike ignored him only for Vyvyan to say "It's not stopping me from wanting to kick your face in" as he chased Mike and had a slapstick fight with him

while they were in the middle of that Billy Balowski was nearby rapping badly "Hey it's Lil Balowski and this is what I'm doing today I'm kneeing this two for not giving their pay"

It was night-time and Vyvyan and Rick were watching the sunset Rick said, feeling nostalgic "remember the good old days when we would attack each other with cricket bats and call out thatcher in our satirical performances"

Vyvyan finished his cigarette and said "Yeah, those were wild times of complete madness the chasing like tom and jerry and constant mentions of bottom"

Rick laughed it off "I recall you wanted to kiss my bottom" Vyvyan smirked "I did not, you wanted to kiss my bottom, anyways we were young ones then and we aren't young anymore"

Rick looked out into the now present moonlight "technically we will always be young ones, the floating timeline keeps us this way, it's like hell but it's our personal hell an anarchic fun open hell, not a fascist one"

Vyvyan nodded "hey, what was your life before this like anyway?" Rick inhaled and said "Well it certainly wasn't all lollipops and gumdrops" "I had some elements of self-expression and I did love some parts of my life but other parts are overshadowed by trauma, loneliness, being told to believe on the right wing side of things. Where nothing but political lies were fed to you with Teresa and Trump the world seems to be repeating itself, but I never got a chance to fully spread my wings until meeting you. I was usually a quite timid, shy bloke, heh I do like the others but it was you who I felt the most connected to...you had an energy that I wanted but now I know I already had it now I have someone beautiful to share it with."

Vyvyan was surprised that all of that was hidden in those whining tantrums Rick had back in the 1980s but he felt like his eyes had been opened he felt the same way, he held Rick's hand and smiled at him "I think so too, you, annoyingly revolting, amazing sod"

Rick blushed under his glasses

Vyvyan mumbled, "P-Peoples Poet"

Rick then kissed Vyvyan he kissed back as they cuddled throughout the night

no cricket bats, no punches, no fighting

just love sickeningly revolting but wonderful...love

......Love is the answer ~ Rik Mayall (1958-2014)

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Circus Act

Fandom: IT Character: Pennywise/it Relationship: Pennywise/reader Request: Have you seen the new IT??? I really need someone to write for the new pennywise because im strangely attracted to him. Can you make the reader like a vampire who works in the circus and travels to cover up her murders. But pennywise wants her because shes like him and her stage costume is like a sexy clown (kinda like Harley quinn meets pennywise). Please please please???? Authors note: I love this fandom! Im reading IT at the moment and saw the new movie the midnight it came out. You stood in the centre on the ring, the lights around you so bright you couldn’t see the darkness of the audience as you started your routine. You were a dancer/contortionist for a small circus that was traveling through town after town. Not that you minded. You were getting to do the thing that you loved and you were being paid for it. Tonight, you wore tights but each leg was a different pattern. Both black and white but your right leg had strips and the left was a diamond pattern. You found that the children loved it. You wore a frilly skirt with multiple layers of whites, reds and blacks with a large, red bow on the back. Your top was a similar style to a corset, but more flexible, allowing you to move around easier. It too was black and white. It had invisible straps over your shoulders to keep it up while you danced. Your stage makeup was extraordinary. Your entire face would be painted white, with a light blush on your cheeks so you didn’t look too washed out in the bright lights. You had a little heart shaped tattoo on the top of your cheek in black ink which you were carful not to cover. You wore bright colours around your eyes. Pinks and blue to make them dance in the light and your lips were painted a deep red. Your hair was pulled back in high pigtails but curled down to just passed your elbows. You loved your stage outfit. As you smiled, you bent over backwards and placed your hands on the floor, preforming a backbend. You then pushed your legs up so you were standing on your hands but your feet only inches from the ground so you were in a backbend handstand. You turned on your hands, showing the whole audience your trick as the music came to an end. “Give it up for our beautiful dancer, [y/n]!” A voice cried out to the audience and you stood up, curtsied and walked off stage. The second the lights left you, your smile faded and you walked through the crowd of performers till you were outside the tent. The circus was on the outskirts of a forest that looked so beautiful in the moon light, you couldn’t resist but to walk into. Your mind was bored. Bored in a way that only one thing could settle it. But you knew you couldn’t do anything till later and, even though it was dark, you still needed to wait. You were thirsty, very thirsty. And you weren’t sure what was worse, the thirst or your boredom. A short way into your walk and you were in a clearing, in the centre the stump of a tree that had been chopped down. A small smile dawned your lips as you skipped towards it. Placing your hands on it, you pushed yourself up into a handstand on the stump with minimal effort thanks to your trailing. Pointing your toes, you started to make small circular motions with your feet before pulling your legs apart and doing the splits. You then bent your knees and pushed your legs back up. After a few seconds, you bent your knees slightly and pushed your lower body forward till your feet touched the centre of the large stump and you were, once again, in a backbend. Pushing yourself up, you allowed your eyes to close as you slowly raised your upper body up into a stance. Standing on your left leg, you lifted your right leg out behind you. Leaning forward slightly, you raised your arms for balance but raised your leg higher and higher till you reached back and, giving a little kick, grabbed your ankle. After a few moments, you allowed your leg to snap back down and you stood on your two feet once again. You heard a slow clap from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. As they moved forward, a clown came into the view of the moonlight. You slowly turned on the spot to face him as a devilish smile played on his lips. You weren’t scared. No, you were more curious. He was unlike any clown at the circus you were at. His costume was a mish mash of different time periods but he was tall. At least 7 foot tall. Even when you stood on the stump which was at least 2 foot tall, your small frame was nothing compared to his. he wore a rather dated clown costume. It looked like it used to be white but it was faded with red pompoms on the front as if they were buttons. His forehead was slightly larger than normal, similar more to a child than to a grown man. But as he continued to clap and draw closer, you smiled. Taking a handful of the ruffles on your skirt your curtsied, bowing your head to him slightly. “Most have to pay to see one of my shows.” You joked, straightening up but tilting your head to the side. “I bet millions must come to see you.” The clown smiled, his voice a little higher and lighter than you expected. His front two teeth were longer than the rest and, as he smiled at you, he pushed his tongue against the back of them. “perhaps not that many.” You shrugged, noticing he had now stopped only 5 feet from where you were. “You are spectacular.” The clown purred slightly, his eyes drifting down your body and back up. You discreetly sniffed the air. He smelled nothing like normal humans did. His scent was different to anything you had ever smelt before. And you loved it. You clenched your teeth slightly, not wanting to act on impulse too early. Besides, he was curing your boredom. “So, do you have a name?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and noticing how this question seemed to make him happy. “yes, yes, I have a name. I am Pennywise. Pennywise the dancing clown.” He let out a loud laugh, baring all his teeth. “Although I do not know if I could outdo you, [y/n].” You almost froze as he spoke your name but then remembered your name was painted on banners outside the circus. “Pennywise, huh? Never heard of a clown called that. Do you get called Penny for short?” You giggled, winking at him as he lowered his chin to his chest and chuckled. “no, but you may, kitten.” He purred, his eyes dancing with danger and fire. He wasn’t human. You knew that much. “Ah, so the kitten is as smart as she is dangerous.” You heard him mutter, more to himself than to you. But, before you could question him, a pair of footsteps drew your attention. All your senses were more tuned than a normal human so you instantly knew where the noise was coming from and whipped your head to look. Pennywise had heard it too, looking in the same direction and voices filled the air. “3 males. About 15 years old.” You mumbled to yourself. “Good, kitten.” Pennywise grinned and chuckled but you weren’t paying attention to him. Your thirst was becoming strong. just then, the three stumbled out into the moon light of the clearing. Their eyes instantly fell on you and Pennywise. Two were stunned, their fear only making their smell greater, while the other, either too stupid or too brave, started to laugh. “Who the hell are you two? Circus is back that way.” The leader laughed, pointing in the direction of the circus. You let out a low growl, sounding more from a tiger than from a human. But Pennywise started to step forward. “Why, I am pennywise the dancing clown. Would you like a balloon?” He pointed to your right and, sure enough, there was a bright red balloon. It was as if a invisible man held it there. Your gaze drifted back to Pennywise. You didn’t know who he was or what he was, but he was like you. “You think I want your stupid fucking balloon.” The leader said and started to storm towards you, plunging his knife into his pocket and pulling out a blade. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at him, but this only made him worse. “Stupid bitch.” He growled. “Now now, the kittens got claws.” Pennywise giggled, his eyes darting to meet yours. “Or fangs.” Instantly, you knew he knew. He knew what you were. You were a vampire. A creature from nightmare and from myth. And he wanted to make sure of it. When the boy got close enough, you smiled, allowing your fangs to show now. It was something you could normal hide, but now you were thirsty. And he had pissed you off. The boy froze in fear about 3 foot away from you, allowing you time to pounce. You grabbed his wrists and pushed him to the ground, straddling him as you ducked down and bit his neck, hard. He let out a screech of pain and started to writhe but you were stronger. You held him down as his blood passed your lips and down your throat as you sucked. Pleasure ran through your body as you finally fed. It had been weeks since you had last been able to properly feed and you were locked in a feeding frenzy. You heard screams from the other boys but didn’t care. finally, you tasted his blood beginning to thin. You forced yourself to pull back, gasping for air as you did. You could feel a bead of blood run past your lips and down your chin as your world spun. Focusing, you saw Pennywise crouching about 3 feet away from you, his eyes wide with fascination and a large smile on his lips, his head croaked to one side. Looking past him, you saw the limp bodys of the two other boys, blood around them. “Spectacular.” He chuckled, inching closer. You pushed yourself off the body and stood up, noticing how closely he was watching you. “How often do you have to feed?” He asked, his eyes dancing as they fell to the drop of blood on the side of your lips. “If I don’t suck the idiot dry?” You kicked the body slightly, frustrated that you had allowed your thirst to take control. “One human can last me years. But they have to stay alive so their body can continue producing blood.” You explained, your eyes falling on the boys face. His eyes were still open in fear. “Do you like children?” He asked, inching closer to you. “Yes, but they are impractical for me.” You shrugged. “While they do taste slightly better, their small bodies cant keep up with what I need. Teenagers are okay, a blend between adults and kids.” Pennywise let out a loud laugh, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Can you taste fear?” Pennywise asked more and more questions, making you confused as you bit down on your lower lip. You were a little unsure about him, but a part of you was drawn to him. “I cant taste fear. But I feel it. Our senses are a lot more tuned than a humans. But, if they are scared, their blood runs faster.” You explained to him, seeing how excited he was getting. “Now, enough about me.” You walked back to the stump and sat on the edge, watching him closer. But he didn’t speak. He simply smiled at you. “ive heard about you, around the town. Children are under a curfew. They are scared of you. Every 27 years, isn’t it? 27 years that you need to feed.” You smirked as you saw his smile falter. He now knew and understood you were witty and intelligent. “Yes, 27 years. How do you know that, my dear?” He asked as you shrugged. “When you’ve been around as long as I have, the world really isn’t a big place. Rumours travel.” You smiled slightly, unable to hid the small sadness in your voice. You had been around longer than some family names. You had seen humans grow old in the blink of an eye, a tree go from a sapling to a full tree in the flutter of an eyelash. At some point, loneliness was bound to come back. “You don’t fear anything. Why?” Pennywise suddenly asked, taking two steps towards you. “Fear is natural in most animals, but not in me. You see, fears stem from ones ability to predict death. Someone who claims to be scared of heights isn’t, their afraid of falling. Those afraid of spiders is because spiders can be poisonous. Fear is a natural way of trying to warn you. But I am immortal. I cannot die. Therefore, I have nothing to fear.” You explained. Pennywise let out a loud laugh before moving quickly forward and dropping to his knees in front of you. Due to his height, he became eye level with you. “I feed on fear.” He whispers to you, as if it were a secret. “But, some children don’t fear me like they should. Some think because they hid in their silly little groups, they can escape me. But they cant.” He became angry as he spoke, looking past you and frowning. You didn’t know why you were drawn to him like you were. You didn’t know why you were attracted to him like you were. “And you think I can help. How?” You tilted your head to the side, raising a singular eyebrow at him. “You, my dear-“ He reached out and placed a finger under your chin. “You will make them fear. You are able to attack them, whether or not they think you are real.” you couldn’t help but smirk, knowing it would be a fun plan, but you saw a fault. “And what about when you disappear for 27 years? Will I just have to circle back?” You asked. “no, no, no.” He shook his head, laughing. “You can stay. This town wont care. You could pick off anyone you like. And you wont have to worry about getting caught.” It almost sounded too good to be true. But you knew he was right. The town was incredibly strange. “So? Do we have a deal?” He reached out a hand to you, his eyes seeming to darken. But this didn’t seem to worry for 2 reasons. The first, he couldn’t harm you. The second, you were more than enough competition to him if he did. If he was having problems with kids, he wouldn’t stand much of a chance against you. You reached out and shook his hand. “Perfect.” He bounced up to his feet, chuckling with joy. You too stood up, realising you came nowhere near his near 7 foot height. “There is one thing missing.” He mussed, turning to look you over once again. “Oh! I know!” He pulled two wrist ruffle cuffs off his wrists. They were white with red towards the tips and very pretty. They matched your outfit perfectly. Pennywise held them out to you, that deranged smile playing on his lips as you took the items and slid them on. “Better?” You asked, shaking your arms slightly before doing jazz hands. “Perfect.” He moved forward, taking your chin between his thumb and pointing finger and raising your gaze to meet his. “We shall rule this town.” He growled, possessively and it set a shot of pleasure down your spin. “On a throne of corpses.” You added, smirking. Pennywise then did the most unexpected thing. He leaned down and dragged his tongue up your chin to your lip. As he pulled away, you saw he had licked off blood which had dripped down your lip. This seemed to send him into a frenzy. He leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against yours. You were surprised by the kiss, not thinking he wanted that from you. But now you knew, you weren’t going to complain. You kissed him back fiercely, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted you up, a growl emitting from his chest. You knew he could taste the blood on your lips and he loved it. You were the first to pull away and when you did, he moved you up to sit on his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your legs to keep you secure. You didn’t know where this was going to take you or if you could really trust him. But by that kiss and his general aura, you like him. Plus, it might be a little fun. Like a circus act.

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