#THANK YOU FOR FINALLY FUCKING WORRYING ABOUT PETE

[frightmarefalls]

TANKHUN THE ONLY ONE W SOME SENSE IN THIS FAMILY

[starryylies]

Could I have a jealous Simon riley, pleaseee. Angst is something I'd love, fluff or smut or both, your choice, thank youuuuu♡♡

Simon getting jealous :(

Love the ask omgggg, I’m so sorry for replying late :((

It had been half an hour,

To be more specific,

Half an hour since he’s been violently bashing the chap talking to you (in his head ofc) :)) in the middle of your uni’s fair

You had begged Simon to come with you since you didn’t wanna go alone plus, you could finally show him off :)))

So how could he say no to your request, and hey maybe he would enjoy he thought

But Simon wasn’t enjoying one bit.

Not because of you,

All because a puny lil kid was flirting with you.

Ogling at you to be more precise

How could a kid like that even flirt with you under his presence.

He couldn’t take it anymore,

“Let’s go princess” he says as he hovers over you keeping a tight grip on your waist

“What but we just came” you retort

“Let’s go.” He says sternly keeping his grip on your waist while looking down at your ‘friend’

He felt fucking pathetic, what is he a teenager?

He felt like he had no right to be so possessive but seeing you with a younger much more lively guy made him feel a bit inferior.

Taking you by the wrist he walks you back to the car ignoring your complaints.

When you reach the car you snap,

“Si what the fuck was that” you say buckling your seatbelt

“He was all over you, the fuckin’ comments, the way he looked at you.” He replies in a harshly.

“No he wasn’t for fucks sake you think everyone is in love with me or something.”

“Fucking hell princess don’t act naive, you know guys look at you and for Pete’s sake it’s not the best feeling for me”

“That’s not true” you say defensively

“What you don’t believe it?”

“he was fucking ogling at ya, how fuckin blind could ya be” he says while inching closer to you.

You could feel his breath on your forehead as he came closer, pushing your back against your seat.

Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers trail your thighs while his lips are so close to yours.

God his eyes are beautiful, the way he looks at you. It makes you melt

“Love you don’t know how fucking beautiful are, the way guys look at you makes my skin crawl”

“Jesus love you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve set my eyes on so when I act like a fuckin prick deal with it please” his soft tone makes you want to melt into his touch,

You can see his veins protrude out from his neck as he says this

“ Seein’ ya happy with that chap wanted me to fucking drag you to the car and fuck your brains out until the only thing heard in this university is how you’re mine, my girl”

“You’re mine, all mine.” He says with a slight wince in his voice.

“Yes si, m yours and you don’t have to worry about any other guy i promise” you say gently while caressing his face.

As you both hold each other close, he pulls you closer to kiss you and put you on his lap while unbuckling your seatbelt

He gives you a soft kiss on your cheek as he caresses your body while unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your bra,

God he gets so hard just by looking at you,

The way you look, the way you smell, the colour of your eyes, your skin. Everything about you makes him feel like a teenager in love

And he will make sure to show you that while he ravages you in the front seat of his car :)

[ellecdc]

hiya elle!!!

could i request a first-time dad sirius fic of siri introducing his baby to the other marauders?? 🩷🩷

so. stinkin'. cute.

dad!Sirius Black x mom!reader who are introducing their first child to the Marauders

You felt as though you were experiencing the world through glasses that weren’t your exact prescription, riding out the last of the adrenaline coursing through your veins after the past 24 hours. You were floating in this liminal space between discomfort and euphoria, pain and joy, worry and love.

You thought perhaps though the love was beginning to win out.

You were sitting in your hospital bed as you watched Sirius gently bounce the tiny bundle he was holding up to his face.

“Isn’t her nose just perfect, sweets?” He asked you (for quite possibly the 13th time in the four hours your daughter has been earth side) without moving his gaze from said nose.

“So perfect.” You agreed readily, smiling softly at the picture and hoping that this image in your memory didn’t fade as you became more lucid. 

There was a gentle knock before a mop of wild hair and a pair of spectacles shoved its head in through the door to your room.

James gasped quietly yet no less dramatically as he looked between you and Sirius.

“Can we come in?” He whispered, adorning quite possibly one of the biggest smiles you’d even seen on him (which was really saying something, considering he has been notoriously sunny since the day you met him), before Lily shoved her head in just below his. 

“I promise we’ll behave.” She added.

Sirius chuckled and nodded his head in invitation. “You were never the one we were worried about, Red.”

In a way that only happened throughout the history of humanity at the precise moment family members or loved ones entered the room of a newborn and their parents; Lily, James, and Peter all tiptoed in, for some reason even hunching low as if their lack of height would somehow make them any quieter.

James gasped again as he and Lily peered over Sirius’ shoulder to get a glimpse of the newborn in his hands; all three friends sharing identical beaming grins. “She’s beautiful, Sirius.” Lily whispered in awe.

“Bloody perfect, is what she is.” James agreed, leaning around Sirius to look at you. “Way to go, mum. Brilliant job you’ve done.”

“Thank you, Jamie.” You replied, turning a little shy as Sirius turned his lovesick gaze to you, which was very embarrassing considering he literally just watched you push his fucking child out of your crotch. 

“What’s her name?” Peter asked, standing in front of Sirius like an eager kid waiting for their turn to pick a toy from the treasure box.

“This is Aurora Jubilee.” Sirius said proudly, turning his daughter slightly so that Pete could get a look.

“Bloody perfect.” James reiterated when you heard a quiet commotion outside your hospital room.

“I said I was sorry, Reg. The baby can’t tell time yet, she won’t know you’re late!”

You then heard something that sounded an awful lot like someone being whacked with a bouquet of flowers.

“Idiot.” Regulus hissed. “I’m trying to make a good impression; just because you don’t worry whether or not Harry finds his uncle to be untimely doesn’t mean I want to set the same precedent for my niece. Tu as tellement de chance tu es une bonne baise.”

The door pushed open slightly further as Remus and Regulus quietly stepped in, furious blushes adorning their faces when they realised that you all had paused in order to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“How nice of you to finally join us, little brother. Your niece has been asking for you.” Sirius deadpanned. 

Regulus scoffed and Remus grimaced as Regulus came rushing over to your side and pressed a kiss to your hair. “How are you doing, mama?” He asked, pulling back to consider your form as Remus pressed his own kiss to your head. 

“I’m good, uncle Reggie, thank you.” You smiled at him.

“Good.” He said with a curt nod. “I worry, leaving you in the care of my brother - you deserve better.”

“Sod off.” Sirius muttered, causing Lily to gently swat at his back.

“Watch your mouth, Sirius. There are little ears now.”

“Yeah, watch your fucking mouth, Sirius.” Remus volleyed.

“Christ, our kids are doomed.” Lily complained as she moved to sit on the end of your bed.

“Okay, I can’t take it anymore; let me hold her.” James demanded, making grabby hands to Sirius.

“Okay but Prongs, I swear to god if you fumble this like you fum-”

“I didn’t fumble that pass! You threw it too hard!” James quickly negated with a petulant whine.

Moving in slow motion, Sirius relinquished his hold on his new favourite person into James’ capable and seasoned dad hands before moving to perch himself beside you on your bed. 

“‘Lo, Aurora. I’m uncle Prongs; your favourite. I’m going to buy you so many stuffies, your dad and mum will need to buy a second place  just to have somewhere to put them all. And Haz is going to be the best big cousin you could ever ask for; he’s already trying to convince me to buy you a bike so you guys can ride together. And-”

“Okay.” Lily interrupted. “My turn.” 

James harrumphed but acquiesced and passed her over to his wife.

“She has her mummy’s nose.” Lily cooed, causing Sirius to gently pull you into his side and pressing his nose into your hair.

“That’s what I’ve been saying.” He said, causing you to snort.

“No. You just kept saying it was perfect.” You argued.

“Exactly.”

“Let’s just hope you have your mummy’s smarts, too.” Lily concluded, passing Aurora to Pete.

“Oi!” 

“Hi, ‘Ro.” Peter said, smiling down at the infant as she started to stir slightly. “No, no. Please don’t wake up. Oh god, oh god, James take her - take her! I’m not ready for this!”

“Oh hand her ‘ere.” Remus mumbled, moving to take the tiny bundle from his mate. “Wormy smells, doesn’t he, little love?” He cooed at the baby who, much to Peter’s chagrin, stopped fussing immediately. 

“Oh you and I are going to get into so much trouble, darlin’. I’m going to teach you so many swear words, and I’ll help you prank your dad any time you want - you just give me a ring and I’ll be there.”

Any contention between Remus and Regulus from their arrival melted quickly as Regulus leaned into Remus’ side to gaze at the newest Black family member. 

“You wanna hold her, love?” Remus asked him quietly, causing Regulus to shake his head quickly. 

“I don’t want to hurt her.”

Sirius scoffed. “Please, we let Peter hold her.”

“Sod off!”

“What if I drop her?” Regulus continued.

“Just don’t drop her. God, you’re a weird bloke.” Sirius muttered under his breath, though Regulus seemed to catch it as he levelled his brother with a glare. 

His face softened considerably as Remus shifted his hold in order to transfer Aurora into Regulus’ careful arms.

He spent a few moments just looking down at his new niece, a silent conversation seeming to pass between them as Remus reached around him to stroke the downy soft skin on the side of her face.

“Okay, I’ve only known Aurora for three minutes; but if anything ever happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.” He said simply. 

Peter let out a nervous laugh before he realised Regulus was quite serious. 

“Good.” Sirius said with a nod. “That’s why we picked you to be her godfather.”

Regulus’ head whipped up at that as he seemed to strengthen his hold on the baby in his arms.

“You what?”

“If anything ever happened to us, we know you’d do everything in your power to give her a good life - the best life.” You explained.

“I- but…really?”

“Yeah.” Sirius said emphatically. “Besides, you inherited all of mother and father’s dirty money anyway, might as well use it to spoil our girl.”

Though there were clearly tears forming in Regulus’ eyes, he turned his attention back to his goddaughter with a derisive scoff. 

“I was planning on doing that anyway, Sirius. Je suis vraiment désolé de te dire ça, Aurora, mais ton père est un idiot.”

Remus snorted. “Already teaching her important life lessons.”

“Get bent, Moony.” Sirius sneered.

[lilacevans]

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

happy vals day babies!!!!<333 here's how you'd spend valentines day with each of the men from pete's place! this is just short and sweet, a little gift for being inactive these past couple weeks!! am finally feeling a little better- just dealing with some wisdom tooth painnn. anywaaaaaay, enjoy besties<33 let me know your favourite! mwah!<3

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐫𝐢

✧.*ೃ ari plans a night under the stars. a complete surprise. led out blindfolded, mouth wide at the sight. ✧.*ೃ handmade fort, soft pillows and blankets. picnic and wine. portable speaker playing your favourite music. ✧.*ೃ of course you spend time between his thighs in return, he wants to make sure you're not able to speak the following day (mainly so you can't rat him out on what a romantic he is)

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬

✧.*ೃ holy hell. the brute can cook. like, really cook. candlelight dinner, and everything is personally made by curtis. paired wine, matching outfits, fairy lights and roaring fireplace. ✧.*ೃ while dinner is spent mainly in silence, it's one of those times you welcome it. it's comfy. he makes it comfy. footsy under the table, soft smiles and bashful laughter. ✧.*ೃ but don't worry. you'll soon remember of why you fear him. a little chase after dinner? how could you possibly? and that's exactly why you're told to run, and may the good lord help you when he does.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

✧.*ೃ sweet stevie would plan a little book/painting date. he'd decorate the manor library, pick out some of your favourite books. gets your favourite drinks, snacks, pastries, etc. ✧.*ೃ the night spent giggling away while you read your book aloud while steve sketches/paints you, until you end up watching a sappy movie while cuddled on a fuzzy rug, snug under a blanket. ✧.*ೃ hands roam, finding their way under clothes. soft kisses turn into burning need.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞

✧.*ೃ rock music, beer, pjs and games! it's a night filled of mario kart, mortal kombat, etc. knocking each others controllers, hurling insults and giggling like children. ✧.*ೃ pillow fights, play fighting that leads to you pinned on the couch, shrieking and laughing as jake tickles your sides, goading you to go back at him. ✧.*ೃ of course this leads to some fucking right there on the couch, jakes filthy mouth, your obscene moans mixed with the loading screen of a game and the music.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞

✧.*ೃ in his sick little head, i think the man believes he's doing a nice thing by buying you a shit-ton of lingerie and asking you to model it for him while he gawks at you like an utter perv. damn the fact he's got a nice dick and knows how you use it bc damn it you're modelling your ass off to get it. ✧.*ೃ of course he wants a lapdance while you tell him what a perfect man he is, how grateful you are, how much you need him. ✧.*ೃ it's only when you're bouncing on his cock that he's spilling on the fact all he thinks and breathes is you. how lucky he is to have you, how much he adores you. kinda sad he'll deny it if you were to ask him about it the next day.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

✧.*ೃ if you thought you would be doing anything else other than knelt at this man's feet then you are a damn fool and you deserve it tbh. let's not pretend that's a bad way to spend vals day, anyway. ✧.*ೃ however, you're getting alllllll the pet names and praise. he's strangely lovey. more handsy, hits a little softer, sounds a little sweeter. biggest shock is when he thanks you for all the depravity you allow him to inflict on you. ✧.*ೃ you're helped in the shower, dressed comfy for bed and cuddled in his arms after a longgggggg session. it's nice.

[pollyna]

Everybody, including their mothers and grandmothers, knows Iceman eats and snacks around every time he can. Preflight, postflight snack, a gum in his mouth chomping away most of the day, and, if he has enough, even during their flying time because he can, and so he does that too. What a significant smaller number of people knows, and that's probably Slider and Mav himself, is that Ice can appear like someone who eats whatever you put in front of him, but he can be picky, not that much that everyone notices but enough to start an argument with Slider over lunch. 

("Ice c'mon leave it alone"

"Sli, you know I don't touch that thing"

"Iceman please, stop, we are already being over this" pointing their plates and then the both of them "thousands of times."

"And then you know I'm right, Slider"

"Tom!"

"Ron!"

"Thomas leave it be"

"Ronald, for the love of God, stop being such a child"

"Thomas Jacob!"

"Ronald William!"

Months later, Mav is still unsure what the problem was.)

So, when Mav decides he's going to ask Ice out for a date (to spend the rest of your life together, had mock Goose) he can't help but try to guess what Ice isn't going to like to find on his plate. And it's fucking hard because the man just eats and snacks, and it seems so random that he almost gives up the idea of cooking for him and just takes him out for a burger and fries or a pizza. But then Slider approaches him with a half-hearted exasperated smile and says, "Listen, Shorterick, Ice is going to love everything you're going to make him, even if it's half burnt and non-edible. But, just as a little help so you can finally put an end to my sufferings, Ice likes red M&M's, he doesn't eat stuff made with oranges, but he drinks and eats them if they're fresh, he fucking hates capers and can't stand to find onions on his plate, but he can live with it, he's a grown boy these days, so no problem. But please, please Pete, don't try to give him stuff with cinnamon in it and try not to eat cinnamon chewing gum before being in his vicinity because he didn't hook up with Cougar because they were his favourite flavour of chewing gum."

"He was going to ho-"

"Mitchell! Not the point now. He doesn't have any allergies, so don't worry about that. And please kiss him, okay man? Give the entire squadron a break from whatever you two have going, please."

He's out of the room before Maverick can even think of saying anything, and for once it was all going to be a thank you.

(It takes Maverick another month and a half to master the courage to ask Ice out, but when he does, the other man's smile is so big and genuine that they almost end up kissing right there, in the middle of the O Club. The dinner is a success, and when Mav starts to divide the M&M's for the movie, Ice kisses him so hard that they both lose their balance and half of his work ends on the floor, but it all has so little importance because they're both laughing and kissing, and oh god, Mav really loves this man and he has the nagging feeling that this particular man loves him too.) 

[ofstoriesandstardust]

changes (j.h.s.)

a/n: this is the first part of my college!AU. not much happens yet, but things are only just beginning with these two! let me know you're thoughts so far!

part of second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning)

folks who wanted to be tagged: @memeorydotcom @djs8891

warnings: college!AU, javynat/icemav, swearing

word count: 2.7k

You slip into the classroom, smiling at Pete as he logs in to the computer. “Hey Pete.” 

He glances up at you from the screen, returning your smile as you saddle up into the first row of seats in the lecture hall. “Hey kid, I haven’t seen you in a few weeks. How was the last bit of your summer?” 

You shrug, tugging your bag off into the chair next to you. “Pretty good. Quiet. How was your trip to Italy with Tom?” 

“Pretty good. Nice to get away from the work and hustle-bustle of his job. Definitely don’t miss the paperwork, that’s for sure.” You both laugh lightly, as the door to the classroom open again, a few boys you recognize from the football team filtering in. “I was surprised to see you on my roster for this class. Didn’t you already fulfill the requirements for this?” 

You shrug, pulling your laptop out as you finally sit down. “Yeah, but I need a couple more extra credits to stay a full-time student to keep my scholarship and you know I love taking your classes as it is. Might be one of my last chances to do so.” 

He tilts his head in acknowledgement as the door opens again. “Remind me after class that I wanted to talk to you about what you’re planning for post-grad.” 

You quirk an eyebrow. “Why?” 

He huffs out a laugh, collecting his papers. “I might have something for you.” The room has slowly begun to fill up as the two of you have chatted, meaning class is just about ready to start. Pete hangs by the front podium, letting everyone get settled. 

Your eyes glance over your computer screen at the non-existent Canvas page, meaning Pete has yet to publish it. The papers in his hands are what you suspect are copies of the syllabus he probably finished over breakfast with Tom this morning. Typical. 

“...dude, this is going to be such an easy credit, I’m telling you.” One of the men behind you says. “He’s just Bradshaw’s quirky godfather. You just gotta say something nice about the Navy and he’ll give you an A.” 

You snort, shaking your head at Bradley feeding his athlete friends with lies about his godfather’s class. You had taken enough of Pete’s classes to know that retired decorated Naval aviator or not, Admiral husband or not, Pete welcomed critical and open discussion of the United States military’s global engagement. Encouraged it, even. 

One of the men behind you sighs and you hear him lean back in his chair. “All I need is an easy A. Gonna skate through this class no problem.” 

“Shit, I forgot my pen. Jake, do you have one?” 

“Javy, I don’t even have a notebook. What makes you think I have a pen?” 

“Reuben?” 

“Sorry Javy, you’re straight shit outta luck. I only have one for myself.” 

The man, Javy, groans. “Fuck me.” 

“Pretty sure Natasha did just that last night based on the- ow.” 

“Hey, psst. You, girl in the front.” You startle, turning around to face the boys. “You got a pen for my friend Javy here?” Reuben asks.

You nod, digging through your bag for your pencil case. “Pencil or pen?” 

“Whatever you got’s fine, sugar. Right Javy?” The blond says, nudging his friend. You roll your eyes to yourself, unimpressed. 

“Here.” You say, leaning up to hand the black pen to Javy. 

“Thanks, I’ll give it back to you at the end of class.” Javy says with a warm smile as he takes it from you.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got plenty.” You say with a wave of your hand, already turning back around. Pete clear shis throat just as you do, catching the attention of the students in the room. He offers them a warm smile. 

“Well, let’s get started shall we? I’m Pete. You can call me Pete or Mr. Mitchell, whatever suits you. I’m a retired Naval aviator, served for nearly twenty years. I’m an adjunct here at San Diego State, have been for about the last six or seven years. I teach international relations and military history classes mostly. If you’re here, you should be here for History 2060, Global Military Conflicts Post-1945. If that doesn’t sound correct, you’re most likely in the wrong classroom. Don’t blame you, I got lost this morning on my way in from the parking lot.” That earns Mav a laugh from the classroom as you shake your head. He’s told the same joke on the first day of every class you’ve ever had with him. “I’m going to go around and pass out the syllabus. We can read through it and discuss it. The biggest takeaway is that, unlike some of the other History courses on this campus, I care less about your memorization of dates and people on a test. I want you to take something meaningful away from this class and that’s going to come from the papers you write, the readings you do, and the discussions you’ll have in this class. Let’s begin.” 

“Easy A, here we come.” Jake mutters behind you as the stack of syllabus gets plopped in front of you. 

He’s in for a rude awkaening, you think to yourself as you take a syllabus, passing it back to the boys.

-

“Don’t forget. Your first response paper is due tonight at midnight. I want well-thought out papers, with clear arguments and evidence. Feel free to be critical of the text, but you must respond to it and the more you can incorporate the discussion we had in here over the past few classes, the better. Shows me you’re listening and engaged.” Pete calls out as the class packs up. 

Two weeks into the semester and you had all just finished reading Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried. Pete had said he’d chosen the book so you could all understand how these global conflicts could be captured in a fictional manner, asking you to focus on how it communicated a very real history of the event. The book had been supplemented by lectures and class discussion and you felt yourself falling in love with the class everytime you showed up. 

“Have you started that paper?” Reuben asks, sliding his bag over his shoulder. 

Jake snorts. “Hell no. It’s only what, three pages? I’m gonna start writing it after practice tonight.” 

“Javy?”

“Finished it last night.”

“Fucking nerd.” Jake says as Pete calls out your name, motioning you up to the front of the room. It catches the boys attention as you walk around the front row, meeting Pete halfway. The boys are lingering and watching, something you’re painfully aware of. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, but are you thinking about grad school?” 

You nod. “Yeah, I am, but I think I’m going to take a year off first.” 

“Have you thought about SDSU’s program at all?” 

You sigh, crossing your arms. “Kind of-”

“-Who willingly puts themselves through more school?” 

You turn catching both Reuben and Javy nudging Jake. You sigh, uncrossing your arms, looking to the ground. 

“We can talk more about this at a later date.” Pete says. “I’ll let you go, I know you have to get to work. Good job on the paper, by the way.” 

“You read it already?”

He nods, walking back to the table at the front fo the room. “Thought I’d get a head start on grading the ones that got turned in early last night. You never fail to impress me, kid.” 

You can't help the grin spreading across your face, even as Jake coughs words that sound oddly like teacher’s pet into his fist.

“Thanks Pete. See you on Friday.” 

-

Jake swallows, staring the 12 out of 100 blinking back at him on the screen. 

“Did you get your grade back for that response paper we wrote last week?” He hears himself, asking. 

“Yeah, I got an 86. Why?”

“Dude, Pete graded those response papers harder than I thought he would. I scraped by with a  73.” Reuben says, sliding in the booth next to him. “How’d you do Jake?” 

He shakes his head, unable to say anything as he stares at the screen. 

Reuben leans over his shoulder, looking at the screen before letting out a low whistle. “Shit Jake.” 

“What? What’d he get?” Javy asks, craning to see the screen. Jake turns the laptop to Javy, earning him a wince. 

“Yikes dude.” 

“What am I gonna do?” He mumbles. 

-

He pauses, waving his friends on as you chat with Pete. He fiddles with his phone, trying not to look nervous as he hears you and Pete discuss research you’d done from this summer. 

“...I really think you should try to get that published, kid.” 

You hesitate. “I don’t know, do you think it could?” 

“Oh absolutely. Here, why don’t you hang on for a second and let me talk to Jake and we can discuss it more?” 

“Oh yeah, sorry.” You give him a nervous smile, stepping a little ways away to give them some privacy.

“What’s up Jake?” 

He sighs. “Sir, I was wondering if you could maybe give me some insight to the grade I got on my paper.” 

Pete frowns. “Did you not read the feedback I left on Canvas? I’m never sure if my comments save properly.” 

“No, I did. I guess- I guess I’m just kind of confused as to why I got that grade.” 

“Well, you lacked a clear argument and the paper was riddled with typos. The assignment was only three pages and you turned in a page and a half. You only used one quote, from the first chapter of the book, telling me you didn’t read any further. You didn’t incorporate any class discussion and you’ve only been here once since the semester started. Now, I know I said I didn’t have an attendance policy but if you aren’t here, you’re not participating in the group discussion and that’s a huge chunk of your grade, Jake.” 

“Is there any way I could re-submit the paper for a higher grade? I’m on the football team and we have to maintain a 2.8 to stay. It’s my last season, Mr. Mitchell, and I’d really like to keep my starting position.” 

Pete sighs. “Tell you what. I’ll let you re-submit the paper for a higher grade if you go to the Writing Center and work with one of their consultants on the feedback I left for you.” 

“Sir-”

“Those are my conditions, Jake. For any one, not just you. I want to see that you’re actually working on improving.” 

“Well, isn’t it just that… isn’t that place for all the bad writers?” 

Pete’s frown deepens. “There’s no shame in asking for help if you need it, Jake. It’s important to me that you know that.” 

Jake just shrugs. 

“You know, she comes as a very highly rated consultant from some of your athlete friends.” Pete says with a nod of his head over to you. You’re looking at your phone, clearly trying to look busy.

“Yeah, yeah, I think Garcia worked with her last spring.” 

Mickey Garcia was Reuben’s room mate, another athlete but on the baseball team. He’d raved about this girl he’d worked with at the Writing Center last spring, helping him get a 93 on a notoriously difficult final for an International Relations class. 

“She’s one of the best students I’ve seen in my time at San Diego State. You don’t have to work with her, but it might be nice to have a familiar face and someone who knows the class material. If you do decide to re-submit the paper, just ask the tutor to let me know you were there, yeah? You’ve got a week to get the new one back to me.” 

-

Jake pokes his head through the door, eyeing the room nervously. “This the Writing Center?” Your co-worker Mia pops her head up from the computer at the front desk, nodding. 

“Yes, it is! How can I help you?” 

Jake looks around nervously. “I have an appointment.” 

“Okay…” Mia trails off. “Do you remember with who?” 

You shut the room to the storage closet. “Hi Jake.” You say warmly, lugging the Costco-sized bag of candy out to the front table. “I’m just finish refilling the candy bowls if you wanna sit down at one of those tables over there?”

He nods, walking around the front desk to one of the tables, pulling his laptop out of his bag. 

“Isn’t that Jake Seresin?” Mia whispers, eyes wide. “From the football team?” 

You shrug. “I think so. He’s in one of my classes.” 

She nods. “Want me to finish doing that?” 

You sigh, handing her the bag. “That’d be great. Are you still leaving early tonight?” 

“Yeah, if you don’t mind locking up the Center.” 

“Yeah, it’s no problem!” 

You turn back to Jake, whose knee is bouncing as he takes in the space. 

He’s nervous, you realize, a stark contrast from the cocky boy you’d known in class. 

You grab your laptop, sitting down across from Jake. “Alright Jake, do you just wanna share the document with me so we can get started?” 

He wipes his hands on his basketball shorts, nodding as he opens the computer screen before pausing. 

“Can I ask how you did on the response paper for class?” 

You duck your head, biting your lip. “It wasn’t my best one.” 

“What’d did you get?” 

“A 94. You?” 

Jake swallows, eyes flitting around the Center. 

“12.” He whispers.

Your eyes grow wide. “Wait, shit, are you serious?” 

Jake nods. “‘S kinda why I’m here. Pete said if I came here, I could re-submit the paper for a higher grade.” 

You nod. “Well, what do you want to focus on then?” 

Jake shrugs. 

“Well, what would be most helpful for you?”

“Could we start by just looking at his feedback and talking about it? I admittedly didn’t understand some of it.” 

“Yeah! Yeah, of course.” 

The next hour flies by as you work through Jake’s paper, identifying places for him to expand and ways he could utilize evidence. You both worked through Pete’s feedback as you worked to build a better argument based off of it.

Finally, you sit back and sigh. “Well, we’re just at about time. You got any last questions for me?” 

Jake shakes his head, shutting his laptop. “Thanks for all your help on this.” 

“Yeah, of course. It’s my job.” 

“This… this all seems to come so naturally to you.” 

You shrug, closing your own laptop. “Yeah, yeah, I mean I’m a senior so I’ve had a lot of practice. It’s a lot harder when you’re first starting out.” 

“I couldn’t imagine just writing all the time.” 

You give Jake a bashful smile. “I’m writing a 30 page paper for my senior capstone.” 

Jake cringes at your words. “I couldn’t do that.” He says, rubbing his forehead. 

“Hey, you’re already improving. It just takes time to learn how to write in a style like this.” 

“I much prefer my Business classes. At least there, it’s a cake-walk to scrap by with a B average.”

“Well, you’re already doing better than me there. I failed Math in high school.” 

Jake chuckles, packing up his things. “Hey, uh, Pete told me I needed you guys to tell him I came here?”

You nod. “Yeah, we just send them an email with your appointment form, discussing what we did in the appointment.” 

Jake sighs, shoulders slumping. “Thanks.” 

“No problem. Feel free to make another appointment if you have any more questions.” 

Jake gives an aborted nod, slipping his backpack over shoulder and standing up. “Thanks again.” 

-

He blinks, looking at the grade in Canvas. 

70/100

Javy leans over his shoulder at his phone as their coach talks. “Is that the revised grade?” He whispers, Jake nods, locking the phone and slipping it back into his pocket, trying not to think about the comment Pete had left just below the grade. 

There was significant improvement here Jake. Please see my comments in the document and on the rubric for further feedback. I highly encourage you to continue visiting the Writing Center throughout the semester. Let me know if you have any questions or concerns. 

“How you do that, Jakey?” Javy whispers. 

He shrugs as Coach Simpson dismisses them. “Does it matter?” 

Javy lets out an incredulous chuckle. “I mean, if you went from a 12 to a 70, I’d kinda think you sucked Mitchell’s dick or something.” 

Jake middle finger doesn’t stop Javy’s chortle as he leaves the locker room. 

[anurst]

Girl Bradshaw

Summary: Bradley vs Jensen. Maybe Bradley finally comes to understand how much his actions hurt you.

Pairing(s): Jake Seresin x (fem)(bradshaw) reader

Warning(s): language, alcohol, angst, mentions of estranged family

A/n: I'm back! Thank you so much for waiting :) this chapter is a little short but the next ones will be longer :>

Part 8: Through his eyes

It was Bradley’s idea that your parents kept the 'i' in your name. Brady was too similar to his name. “There can only be one Brad Brad,” was his reasoning. So, your parents went with Braidy.

Bradley was always important in your life. As kids, he played the big brother role to the fullest he could. He’d read to you when you were younger, scared off kids that were picking on you, let you wear his extra jersey during his little league games. You were his world back then. His best friend. His baby sister.

So, how could he let everything get as bad as it was? Pete’s betrayal had hurt him, and in return he had hurt you when you made it clear that you still wanted Pete in your life after he pulled Bradley's paper.

“Bradley, just talk to her,” Pete sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge between his eyes. Bradley rolled his at the older man and huffed.

“She doesn’t want to! She said so herself! She wants to talk to everyone else except me,” he grumbled. His shoulders were tense and a hand ran through his hair. The sounds of people in the background laughing and drinking did little to make him feel better. It was like within this whole world, he was the only miserable person that existed.

It didn't make him feel any better knowing you were out on a date with Jake of all people. Seriously, you could have picked anyone else, but no. You were out eating dinner, probably having a good time, with Jake. Their relationship had definitely improved since the uranium mission, but sill. You were Bradley's sister and he wanted Jake nowhere near you. Bradley's known Jake long enough to know his ways with women.

The familiar sounds of laughter caught his attention as he and Pete turned around to see the rest of the ghost team walk into the Gunny. Sighing softly, Pete gave him a gentle pat on the back as he started making his way towards Nolan.

"Zack!" Jensen's loud, cheery voice caught Bradley's attention as he glared at the man. Your close relationship with the man brought him nothing but envy as he chugged the rest of his beer. He could feel the alcohol running through his body, and a small part of him told him to stay in his seat. The same part told him that if he were to do what he was thinking, then there was no way in hell your relationship would improve. Biting his lip, Bradley let a deep sigh before he was startled by Jensen's voice. "Hey. Bradley, right?"

'Shit.'

"Yeah. Uh–Kay, right?" Jensen nodded his head and stuck his hand out as Bradley took it. His eyes shifted towards Bradley's empty beer and gave him a stiff smile.

"Jensen's fine. We're not at work. You mind if I ask you a couple questions about your buddy, Jake?" Bradley could feel his chest tightened and nodded. Jensen sat next to him and took a quick sip of his drink. "Is he a good guy? I don't mean any disrespect. I'm just looking out for (y/n)."

Bradley's eyebrows furrowed at the use of your middle name. Hearing people call you anything besides the name he choose, filled him with bitterness. His tongue ran over his lips as his fists tightened. "Hangman's alright, I guess."

"You guess?" Jensen asked, leaning forward, his eyes starting to fill with worry.

Bradley shrugged at his words, "I mean, he's better than he used to be."

"Would you let him go out with (y/n)?"

"I trust him with my life."

"But, do you trust him with (y/n)?"

"Her fucking name is Braidy," Bradley scoffed. Jensen clicked his tongue and let out a breathy chuckle.

"Right. Look, I don't want any fucking problems, but if you want to be ass, then fine. I just wanted to know if Jake's a good guy because (y/n) doesn't need more baggage from you." Rising from his seat, Bradley towered over Jensen as he glared.

"The fuck does that mean?"

"You know exactly what it means," Jensen paused to rise to his feet as well. He only stood two inches taller than Bradley. "Where were you when she was on in the hospital? She was in a fucking coma for three weeks and you never showed. Not only that, but you're stationed 45 minutes away and never bothered to visit."

"Jensen! Enough!" Amy's voice cut in as she took a hold of Jensen's arm. His eyes never left Bradley and only scoffed as he felt Ethan place a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't make trouble for her," Ethan spoke from beside him and Jensen let out a huff. Letting Amy drag him away towards their table, Jensen could feel the weight of Bradley's glare.

Shifting his gaze from Jensen to Ethan, Bradley just sighed. Ethan bit his lip and sat down in Jensen's seat. Swallowing, Bradley lowered into his own seat and intertwined his fingers. "Jensen means well. He's just protective of (y/n)."

"Will everyone stop fucking calling her that? It's not her name. Braidy. That's her name."

"She doesn't want people calling her that because it reminds her of you." Bradley's eyes widened as he turned to look at Ethan. Sighing, Ethan's rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. "Braidy's the name she had when she was your sister."

"She still is my sister," Bradley seethed, his anger intensifying at Ethan's words.

"She doesn't see it that way. To her, you're the dickhead that hurt her. The guy who turned his back on her. You were her only family, and you chose to leave."

Silence followed as Bradley let Ethan's words sink in. It's not like it's the first time he's heard someone tell him that he turned his back on you. When he told Natasha everything, she threatened to rip his head off. But, hearing it from someone close to you, just felt different. To you, Bradley had done the unforgivable and turned his back on you. He had left you alone after the two of you lost all your parents. He finally understood your desire to not be called Braidy was because it simply remind you of the worst event that happened to you–him.

Braidy was a version of you that lost all of her family. Her parents dead, the man who was like her dad gone, and her brother accusing her of betrayal. Meanwhile, (y/n) was successful. She had found her family and was doing something she loved. She was living her best life in Oceanside.

"How do I fix it?" Ethan smiled and pat Bradley on the back.

"You've got to figure that out yourself, bud. Afterall, you said she's your sister. You know her in a way we don't."

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[im-not-a-l0ser]

Hey, so do yall remember that fic idea I talked about a lil bit ago, about Max being in love with Richie pre-transition, and then falling in love with him post transition without him even knowing? Yeah, so I wrote a prologue

Sorry if you don't wanna be tagged, I'm just tagging those who seemed most interested: @boykisserbunny @petes-5yr-cocoa @chaosbrinker @inprisonforsparkling

I didn't decide on a deadname for him, so I hope the way I wrote it is okay.

TW- Bullying, icky behaviour, ghosting(?)

It all started with her.

She's the reason Max ever got violent in the first place.

"Stupid fuckin nerd!" Max once heard. He didn't think much of it. People got bullied every day.

"That's kind of a-an oxymoron, don't you think?" He heard a meek voice say.

Fuck. If some motherfucker was messing with her, Max was gonna break some bones.

"Who're you callin a moron!"

"No, that's not— Eep!" A familiar squeak echoed through the halls before the sound of a fist splatting against the concrete wall rang out.

Max turned the corner.

She was pressed against the wall, although it mostly seemed to be hwr doing at this point, she'd definately been bracketed there before. Despite hearing only one voice, there were three guys. One of them was clutching his hand.

"That's it, you fuckin smartass—"

"Hey!" Max yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"We're just teaching this nerd a lesson," One of the guys said. "She shouldn't be such a nerdy prude," He said, running his hand down her arm for a second before she shoved it off.

"Fuck off," She grumbled. She was behaving like this wasn't unfamiliar for her.

"Yeah," Max said. "Fuck off." The third guy laughed.

"Or what?" He asked. "Dunno if you noticed, but it's one on three."

She threw her hands up slightly, annoyed.

Technically, she's the one who initiated it.

She swung her backpack as hard as she could into his groin, immediately sending him groaning on the ground.

She smiled for a second before the second guy went for her. She squeaked again before crouching down.

Nothing to worry about though. He was quickly knocked away by Max, as well as the first guy, just in case he wanted to try something again.

"Nice one by the way," Max said as she stood back up. She dusted herself off and swung her bag over her shoulder.

"Thanks for the help," She said.

She always did that. She never thanked him for saving her, never acted helpless. She wasn't helpless. She just wasn't enough on her own. Max completed that.

After that, Max left her side even less. Apparently it wasn't the first time it'd happened. In fact, it seemed like that'd been a reoccurring thing for weeks now. Not anymore, if Max had anything to do with it. Which he would.

Despite not dating, not wanting people to think they're dating, and constantly fighting the accusations that they're dating, Max would swing his arm around her shoulders now to make sure that other guys knew she was spoken for.

Not that she was. He just hoped it was enough to protect her if he wasn't around.

He gave her official and explicit permission to claim they were dating if she so needed to, like if she was being pursued by someone she didn't like and they wouldn't take no for an answer.

Unfortunately, for some people that just got their motor running more.

In those situations, Max advised that she fought them off as well as she could, and called him as soon as she thought they'd be too much for her alone. He'd drop anything to be there for her.

Max didn't see her the entire last week of eighth grade. He was getting worried. He'd ask around, but people would tease him, saying he should know, since they were dating, and that she finally decided to off herself.

That second one hit too close to home.

He went to her house a week into summer, after many text messages and a warning that he was going to do so.

A man answered the door. He kind of looked like her, in a vague way, but Max knew this wasn't her dad.

"I'm here to see..."

"Uh," The guy started, looking confused. "I don't know anyone with that name. Sorry."

"You... what?" Max asked, his brain breaking. He was already so close to the edge.

Two weeks with no contact at all. It was starting to scare him more than he was okay with.

"I've never heard that name before. Sorry," He said. "That's my last name, Matthews. But that's all I got."

"No, sh-she lives here. She's always lived here!" Max tried to lunge forward into the house, but the man blocked him.

"I think you should leave now, young man," He said.

Max yelled her name until his voice hurt, and the man managed to push him away long enough to shut and lock the door.

He banged on it for a while before giving up.

He sat on the porch for a while before working up the energy and motivation to leave.

What happened to her... it was like she disappeared off the face of the earth and no one even cared or noticed.

That had to have been her uncle or big brother or something, they had the same last name! How was this fair, where had she gone!

She was Max’s only real friend. His only true friend. Sure, the football team and the basketball team, but she knew more about his life and feelings than they ever would.

Not to mention, he only hung out with them out of necessity, especially the ones that had tried to hurt her.

Without her, what was even the point of trying to be decent.

In all honesty, Max liked the fear he generated. He liked that he could look at someone the right way and make them flinch. He liked knowing he could protect her.

He needed to show her that. He did his best, while still showing he could take care of her.

Okay, sure. Maybe the accusations and the lies were right, Max was in love with her.

A lot of good that did him now.

[stupidstrawberrystars]

hi. so. I NEED MORE OF THAT TIKTOK AU

While I am writing this for me, to try and remind myself why I love writing, I also love that other people loved it too ❤️ I promised myself i wouldn’t answer this until I finished the next bit, so I have :) So thank you 😊

Wolfstar tiktok AU- Part Two (sorry if it’s unrealistic how often they go on “lives”. The next one will likely be them accidentally creating a couples trend).

Previous (Part One). Next (Part Three).

Oh and… this is 3k words. So i’m thinking of putting it on ao3. BUT ITS GOOD. I promise. Please read it (if it’s ur thing). They flirt embarrassingly and then Remus gets Sirius a super cute birthday gift!

Half their fan base are “Wolfstar” fans now. Thank James for sharing the ship name Marlene came up with a couple years ago. Luckily, Sirius is reassured that Remus has none and will not get any social media, due to his constant slander of it. So he’ll never find out about their fans.

But their platform is pretty great, it’s a community already and there’s almost no toxic people. Which is exactly why Sirius feels comfortable with this stream on his birthday. Him and James have been trying on skirts. 

They’re on the final ones now. Pete’s in the background ranking them. James has on a kind of ugly red skirt, it passes his feet and has weird frills all over it. But Sirius likes his skirt. The most actually. It’s a pleated, green mini(ish) skirt, the type that goes perfectly with his leather jacket and boots. 

He doesn’t have a super feminine build (except maybe his long hair- it’s all dumb stereotypes though) and he’s certainly not as thin as skirts are often designed for, so he was worried they wouldn’t suit or fit him. But James offered to do this, and he’s really enjoyed it. 

And now Sirius is tempted to wear it to the mini birthday celebration Marlene’s organised for him tonight. Only there’s a slight problem, it’s a little cold outside and none of his shirts go with the skirt.

“Padfoot, you literally own everything, how do you not have anything that goes?” James cannot even say that right now, he’s wearing a football top over the skirt. Football tops can go with skirts, but definitely not that skirt.  

“They do go. But it’s so cold and Marls planned a mostly outside thing. Usually i’d sacrifice my temperature for my style but it is my birthday. Shouldn’t I just get my perfect outfit?”

Pete warned him. He said that wearing the skirt outside wasn’t the best idea in November. But it hasn’t been too cold recently. Plus, it really looks good with his boots.

“Hey how about one of Moony’s jumpers you stole? They’re thin enough to fit under the jacket, would go with the skirt and would keep you warm. Plus you love them.” Sirius feels his cheeks warm a little. Trust Pete to simultaneously contribute a good idea and embarrass him. But regardless, he goes into his room and comes back out with two jumpers.

“I’ve only got red and orange? Neither go with green. I need like a- a brown one. So never mind.”

And as Sirius contemplates his outfit, the door opens.

“Sorry i’m late I had to pop back to my place to grab your gif-“ Sirius looks over when he hears Remus trail off.

“You alright Moons?” Remus is frozen in place, staring at Sirius like a deer in headlights. From their camera placement, the phone is recording only Sirius and James, with Pete popping up in the background. So Sirius steps out of frame to go towards Remus at the door. “Hey Moony.” James yells from behind him and it seems to snap Remus out of whatever caught his attention.

“Fuck, shit, sorry. Got erm- distracted. Hey, Happy Birthday Pads! I like- hah- the skirts. They suit you both. Well. I’ve got the drinks demanded by Marls and your gifts Padfoot.” It’s not even a compliment towards him and yet Sirius blushes.

“Yeah Remus is right, you’re really pulling of that long fucking red thing there James.” The compliment was probably just Remus trying to be nice. Petes right, James has pulled of many of the skirts so far but this is not the one.

“What the compliment, thanks Wormy.”

Full disclosure, they had to admit the background story of all their nicknames to the internet, lest their fans think they’re bullying Pete.

Sirius steps back into camera, with the whole living room behind him, placing the drinks to the side and grabbing his gifts. There’s two. A small box and a bigger, less obvious-shaped gift. 

“So everyone, I haven’t seen Moony alllll day since he had class and tests without stopping and he had to revise. But, worry not, he did text me Happy Birthday between each class cause he knows I want attention. So, how’d they go Moons?”

Sirius is inspecting the bigger gift, it’s an odd shape, and vaguely squishy, perhaps clothes, and when he looks back up at Remus, he’s got a little blush on his cheeks and his neck, and Sirius (not for the first time) wonders how far down his body it runs.

“Oh we don’t- it doesn’t matter... Oh okay stop glaring at me. All three tests went okay. I was really happy with my essay one though. So yeah, not so bad.”

“Congrats Moony, knew you’d kill it. Since we’re sharing news, I got to cover for the missing chef today, above all the other interns, so...” He’s told James and Sirius already. But there’s something about telling Remus news that matters more (at least to Sirius).

“Holy shit Pete that’s awesome. I knew they loved you. Good job. Hey, let’s see the cake you made. We’re so lucky to have a cook, I swear i’d starve to death without you.” Pete smiles at Remus’ compliment like he doesn’t say the same sort of thing every time Remus eats Pete’s food. And they live together, so that’s very often. Remus is just always so genuine.

Pete lifts the lid of the cake box to show Remus, and they fall into a little conversation in the kitchen, just to the edge of the screen of their live.

“You gonna open his gift now or later Pads?”

But Sirius isn’t even listening. He’s got an idea.

“Hey Moony come over here.” Remus walks towards Sirius with a doubtful look on his face. He clearly knows the tone Sirius takes when he wants something.

Sirius places the gifts on the table beside him, he’s desperate to know what they are but it’ll have to wait. 

“So... i’ve been trying to figure out what top can go with this skirt-“ There’s a joke about Remus topping him in there someone, and that’s obviously what James is thinking, “But nothing I own goes with it. I was going to wear one of your jumpers, but the ones i’ve got here are the wrong colour.”

Remus furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head as if to ask where this is going. It’s a bit far to go to Remus’ flat to steal his jumper. That’s not the plan though.

“And then in you walked, like the answer to my dreams,” Remus attempts to lean on the mini table behind him but it pushes backwards easily and he stumbles forward, sort of recovering. “And I realised the jumper you’re wearing right now matches absolutely perfectly with my skirt and my jacket.” Sirius takes a step towards Remus, and grabs onto the jumper ever so gently with his hand, and then looks a little up at Remus with what he hopes is a cute and not at all guilty smile.

“You-“ Remus chokes on his own words as he tries to speak, “You want the one i’m wearing righ- erm- right now?”

Sirius isn’t stupid, he knows Remus gets flustered sometimes when he’s a little flirty (Remus is gay, and Sirius is fucking hot, anyone with eyes would want to fuck him, so no James, it is not proof Remus loves him back). And he knows Remus never refuses anyone cause he’s so lovely. Especially not on their birthday.

“Come on Moons. It’s my birthday. Please.” Puppy dog eyes never fail. It’s funny actually, cause when anyone else sends Remus cute eyes in order to persuade him, like James, he usually just rolls his eyes and ignores them. But it always works when it’s Sirius.

Maybe he’s just really good at it. Pete always said Sirius was a dog in another life.

“Don’t you think I should wear the skirt? Or do I not actually look good?” For the record (he’ll be accused of this later by fans) he was not guilt tripping Remus. They both know he’s going to agree. Sirius just has to jump through a few hoops so Remus can feel like he has willpower. “Pads you- you look great.” Sirius raises an eyebrow. “You look hot okay. Really hot. But what- erm- what’ll I wear if you take my top?”

That was easy. And yes, he does look hot. Good of Remus to notice (James is shooting him the look, as he always does. It means “It’s reciprocated you idiot”. But Sirius still isn’t sure. That was just a compliment after all).

Sirius wraps one hand around Remus’ arm and keeps the other one buried in his jumper, and then tugs him. Remus trips over a little but follows behind.

“I’ll find you something.”

“Wait Padfoot- I just-“

“Oh come on,” Sirius spins back to meet Remus’ eyes, “You’re the one who said I should wear the skirt. You said I look hot. Hot enough to have earnt it?”

Remus coughs and turns red, again. He blushes so easily. But he tugs Sirius into his bedroom so they can trade.

That’s for sure a win.

And while they’re in there... let’s just say James makes plenty of innuendoes. And Pete laughs his head off.

“You are going to give me the jumper back... right Pads?” Remus walks out the room in his red jumper that Sirius stole a month ago, and Sirius in Remus’ brown jumper. To be fair, it does go with the skirt perfectly.

“Really Moony? It’s my birthday.”

“Yes and usually the rule is I pick you a gift, you don’t just steal one of my belongings. Which I have by the way, two actually. and you haven’t opened either.”

“I’ll give it back eventually Moony. But don’t I just look lovely in this? Or- do you not think I look lovely?”

Sirius reaches to where he left the gifts and picks them up. It’s got a card stuck to the front of the wrapping. He’s ignoring the slight insecurity in his voice. It’s never an easy thing to dress more feminine after being raised the way he was. But he loves fashion and makeup. And he believes it’s for everyone. So he won’t let his past prevent his future. 

“You look-“ Remus grabs Sirius’ arm and turns him so they’re facing each other. It throws off Sirius’ balance a little and now he’s definitely close enough for all the fan edits to take advantage of. Plus he’s in Remus’ jumper. And it smells so much like him. He really must’ve been a dog in another life. “You look absolutely gorgeous Pads”. 

He whispers it, like it’s a secret, and yet also like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Trust Moony to recognise the slight worry in his voice and go to extra effort to reassure him.

“Th-Thanks Moons.” Sirius never used to believe books or tv when they claimed the world fell away when they locked eyes with their soulmate. Frankly he never even believed in soulmates. But if soulmates aren’t real, what the bloody hell is Remus Lupin? 

Because Sirius has never been more sure of anything in the world, than this. Than that he meets Remus in every universe and in every time and in every life and Remus ruins him. In a heartbreaking, life shattering, incredibly brilliant way. 

Because when he meets Remus’ eyes, time becomes a simple construct, a useless concept unnecessary to his thoughts. And other people become 2D, folded flat and barely visible. Sound falls away and all he can hear is Remus’ words and his gentle breathing. 

“Wanna open your gifts now Pads?” Remus’ hands are still ever so slightly on his hips, and his right hand has slipped just low enough that one of his fingers is resting on Sirius’ skin. It’s electric, and yet also calming. He’s buzzing and yet peaceful. And he still can’t look away.

Sirius is convinced he’s never once been the first one of the two to break eye contact. Because how the fuck could he ever look away from Remus’ eyes.

“Okay.” I’ll do anything you say. You don’t even have to ask. 

Sirius stares into his eyes until he looks away, as always, not breaking eye contact first.

Then he carefully takes the card of the paper and opens it with his nail the way his mother trained him to do.

It’s got a tacky 21 on the front but when Sirius opens it, it’s got quite a bit written inside. 

Dear Pads 

Happy Birthday! 

I know we don’t usually write much in these dumb cards, the gift and the day itself are the point right? But I thought maybe this time I should add something extra. 

Your 21st birthday is important Pads. And not because you can now drink legally if you ever go to America.  

Today marks 5 years since you were brave enough to leave home, sorry that’s probably not something you want me reminding you off. And yet here I am. 

You pretend like today doesn’t hurt you. But I know you. So I know it does. And that’s okay. 

You don’t listen to James or Reg when they tell you, so please listen to me, to this. You are brave Sirius. You are brave and you are sweet and you are tough. Tougher than me. And you’re so fucking smart. 

You are the most incredible person i’ve ever had the luxury of knowing. And hey, i’m not saying this out loud okay? God knows your ego’s big enough ;) So just… believe this Sirius. Believe me. Please. I’d go through anything to know you. I’d do all the dumb shit i’ve done again and again as long as I knew i’d get to keep you. 

This world is boring as shit half the time and too painful to live in the other half. And yet with you, it’s a fairytale. 

I guess you’re just magic Pads.  

So I hope you enjoy today. And the rest of your birthdays. And I hope I get the pleasure of being there for them all. 

Love, Moony ❤️

“Jesus Moony-“ Sirius chokes on a slight cry. “Fucking sappy git.” He tugs Remus’ jumper and pulls him into a hug. Remus just chuckles. 

“Open the fucking gifts Pads.” Sirius laughs.

“Damn alright Moony.” Looking back down at them, Sirius still isn’t sure what they’ll be.  

Ripping open the paper to the bigger one (James bullies him if he uses his nail to gently open it like his parents used to make him) Sirius feels its clothing. And it’s black. He takes it out to find… 

That fucking sneak. A few months ago Sirius wanted to order this old leather jacket, from a brand that went bust, but to get it he had to consistently outbid this random guy on ebay. He didn’t have the time. Remus offered to take over for him but Sirius refused, deciding (disappointed) that it wasn’t worth it.

But he must’ve done it anyway. Even when he was feeling sick. Just to win Sirius a fucking jacket he adored. 

“This is the jacket I wanted.”

“Yeah.”

“That I couldn’t get cause I had to outbid someone all day.”

“Yeah.”

“That I told you not to try and get for me cause you were sick.”

“Yeah…”

He’s blushing. Well- they’re both blushing. Sirius is blushing because Remus fucking Lupin worked so hard to get him an amazing gift, and Remus is… well he’s probably blushing out of embarrassment. He hates it when people compliment him, which technically Sirius hasn’t done yet but the intention is there. 

“Thank you.” He tries to sound as sincere as possible. He wants Remus to understand how much he appreciates him.

“Just open the other one.”

Sirius looks at the small box. He has no idea what could be in it (within reason, it’s obviously some sort of jewellery). 

He unwraps it and opens the box.

And it’s his old rings.

The ones he left behind, at his house, when he ran away. 

He’d gotten them at a one-time, random stand in London with Remus when he was 15. They were expensive but fucking good quality. He wished he’d remembered to grab them when he ran. He’d searched forever to find the people who ran the stand. And no rings since had felt the same.

“What the- Moons how the hell did you get these?” There’s silence for a moment before-

“What are they?” If he’s being totally honest, Sirius forget James was even there.

“Look-“ Sirius tips the box towards James, and he gasps, “That’s the rings you lost!” 

Sirius looks back at Remus.

“I just- you bring them up sometimes. You got most things when you left, and Reg brought some things, but your parents bragged about burning them, and I can tell it bothers you that you lost them. Not that it was at all your fault. Anyway, I had a picture, of the inside of one. I’d sent it to Lily after you bought them. And I noticed the photo had an engraving on it, I zoomed in and it was the name of this company. I checked it out, turns out it was a little family company and they still had a little ring shop in Italy. So I had my friend Grant, he’s in Italy for uni, drop by the shop and look. Turns out they did all their work as custom designs but I had some photos of the rings on your hands, so I sent them to Grant and the people there recreated them. That’s why I stole a bunch of your rings 4 months back. To photo them with a coin, for measuring. So they’ll all fit on different fingers.” 

Remus is staring at his feet the whole time as he speaks, as if Sirius is going get mad that he went to so much effort to get him the most thoughtful and lovely gift of all time. Fuck. Remus Lupin. How was Sirius ever supposed to not fall in love with him? 

“I- I don’t know what to- thank you Remus. Thank you so, so much. Fuck, you’re so amazing, and sweet-“ And there’s the blushing from the compliments, “You are so fucking lovely and kind and thoughtful.” Sirius can think of anymore words so he pulls Remus in for yet another hug. 

It lasts longer than it probably should.

“Erm- not to interrupt or anything- but we’re totally gonna be late and this is erm- is sort of still going.” Sirius turns around to James. 

“What’s still going?” James blinks and then Sirius remembers. 

“Oh the live thingy.” They’ve probably been half in shot the whole time. Remus doesn’t seem bothered, but Sirius is kinda pissed off. This is a moment for them, the internet doesn’t need to see it.

“There’s plenty of things they don’t see Pads. It’s okay. We still have our privacy.” Remus whispers in his ear. Fucking mind reader. 

“Right. Well. We’d best turn it off so I can put these rings on and go to Marlene’s. Bye.” 

Sirius shuts it off before James even gets the chance to say anything. 

He turns to the others with a smile, “Text Marlene, tell her we’re about to leave, i’m just gonna put these on.” Sirius holds up the box and runs to his room.

All the rings fit perfectly. 

Thanks for reading ✨❤️ (I hope you can’t tell I know nothing about jobs or chefs or fashion or university tests or clothes or rings) 

[ellaenchanting]

Hypnovember 2023 Day 2: Brain Drain

I have committed Our Flag Means Death fanfiction! I am so sorry. Stede/Ed, Ed/Izzy, somehow happy poly and happy metamours making a lovely vee. Takes place in some AU season 2 where the last arc of the season never happened. Izzy is living his best happy masochist life.

Author knows fuck all about ships.

Izzy had gotten much more comfortable spending time with his shipmates since the Calypso's birthday incident.

There was nothing like a round of torture to bring a crew together, he thought.

Tonight the whole group had gathered in the galley under the ship, laughing and chatting long past when they usually went into their quarters for the evening. The sea had been calm that day and the mood was social. Everyone seemed quite relaxed.

Only two members were missing.

Oluwande looked up from his cuddle pile with Jim and Archie. He seemed to have read Izzy's mind. "Hey," he called out to the gathered group, "Has anyone seen the captains this evening?"

"No!" a few people responded.

"Thank God," snarked Black Pete. "Blackbeard...well Ed has been freaking me out. Yelled at me earlier about trimming the sails and you KNOW I keep them the trimmest, babe," he said to his partner Lucius.

"Yeah, he snarled at me when I told him 'hello' earlier," said Archie. "Like this!" She contorted her face into a frankly over-the-top grimace. "Made me nearly jump out of my skin. I may have heard him yell at some seagulls too? Or dolphins?"

Roach looked worried. "Neither captain has come down for dinner, yet," he said.

"Perhaps they are...occupied in the captain's quarters," speculated Izzy.

"Oh? Feeling left out, are you?" joked Frenchie, the little shit. Izzy tactfully ignored him.

Roach replied, still concerned. "Captain Stede will usually come down and request provisions in advance if they're having a long night alone," said Roach. "Thinks he's being sneaky, says they need extra energy 'for planning raids.'"

"My room is below theirs. Trust me, they've not been buggering today," piped up Wee John. "Unless they've learned to be much more quiet about it."

"Maybe they've gotten into a spat and someone's gotten pushed off the ship," spat Lucius. "That'll happen with him, you know."

"OK, that's enough," said Izzy, trying to regain control over the situation as everyone began to talk at once. "You're like gossipy fishwives, all of you. I'll go check on the captains. Make sure Bonnet's not running the ship into a cliff or something."

Izzy climbed up the stairs and started to look around the ship. Ed and Stede weren't in the captain's quarters (being quiet for once). There was no sign of them on the deck. He even craned his neck up to the bird's nest and checked. No captains there.

He finally spotted them at the back of the ship- on a little bit of the stern mostly hidden from view. They were both sitting facing out at the ocean. From a distance, Izzy could see Stede's arm was bent around Ed's shoulder, his hand occasionally reaching up to rock Ed's drooped head into slow, almost imperceptible little circles. Aside from the rocking, Ed's body was remarkably still. It was a huge change from the tense, coiled menace that Ed's frame had carried earlier in the day. Now, he looked almost like a puppet with his strings cut, only responding to Stede's guidance. His arms rested gently besides his legs, lax and pliant.

Izzy could hear Bonnett speaking in a low, soothing voice near Ed's ear but he was too far to make out any words.

Ed had mentioned mesmerism to Izzy before. It was one of the many upperclass daliances that Bonnet had introduced him to- one of those many trifling hobbies that Izzy would never begin to understand the appeal of. Izzy even knew that Bonnet had used his skills on Ed previously. His captain confided that Bonnett's fancy mesmerism routine had helped him find quiet during his not-infrequent emotional storms, that it evened out his seemingly uncontrollable highs and lows. In Izzy's mind, he had pictured the whole thing looking quite comical- Bonnett with wiggly fingers staring daggers into Ed's eyes (maybe with rays), Edward swooning and fainting away in response like a lady whose corset was too tight.

This was quieter than what he had pictured. Gentle. Intimate, even. As he looked over at the scene, he had the sudden feeling that perhaps he shouldn't intrude.

He began to walk away when Stede turned his head and look directly at him. Izzy froze for a moment, unsure what to do. Stede quietly waved him over to where the couple was sitting.

As Izzy approached, he began to get a closer look at Ed's face. His eyes were closed and his face relaxed. His chest slowly rose and fell with each breath. As he come closer, he noticed Ed's eyes were making little flickers underneath his eyelids like he was dreaming.

Izzy wondered what dreams were happening below those lids.

Ed's brows furrowed a bit as Izzy came closer, picking up the noise.

Stede stroked a reassuring hand through his hair. He spoke in his ear, this time loud enough so Izzy could hear: "Shhhhhhh sweetness. It's OK. Relax. You're not in charge right now, remember? Just rest."

Ed's expression immediately cleared. He let held breath with a sigh.

"Izzy's here," Stede continued. "He and I are going to have a chat for a bit. But you don't have to pay attention to that right now, ok? Just drift. Why don't you see how deep you can count yourself down for me while we talk? I'll be right here. I'll touch your leg when it's time for you to listen to me again, ok?"

Ed gave a slight, dreamy nod. His lips barely moved as he began to count silently.

Seemingly satisfied, Stede gestured for Izzy to sit and moved over closer to him.

Izzy sat down, still staring at Ed's lax face. Somehow that by itself was just fascinating. Ed seemed so vulnerable and bare right now. Izzy wasn't sure if he should feel honored or spooked.

"He had a bad day," Stede said gently, nodding over to their entranced boyfriend. "You know how he gets. He needed out of his head for a bit."

Izzy DID understand how Ed got- probably more than his dandyish captain ever would. Hopefully more that Stede ever would, he corrected himself. Ed had certainly told his other boyfriend at least a bit about the hurricane that had been his and Izzy's relationship in the past. When times were bad, they had only known how to take their energy out on each other. They bit and snarled and scratched at one another just to drown out all the noise inside. Izzy had always assumed Ed had NEEDED all of that- needed to hurt and make Izzy suffer the same way that Izzy needed to hurt and suffer for him. That's how they worked. That's who they were together.

Since arriving on the Revenge, though, Izzy had seen more and more of the hidden soft side of Blackbeard. The side that enjoyed fancy clothes and fine foods. The side that kissed Stede's cheek sweetly when he didn't think anyone else was looking. The side that, even now, sat loose and drifting and unguarded while his two boyfriends stayed by him and had a chat.

"Can he hear us?" Izzy asked Stede, curiously.

Stede smiled. "He can hear us, he's just..focused elsewhere right now. Mesmerism's not a magic spell, it's more like- a nice version of where Ed's brain goes when he's navigating. Or how he is when he's trying to sniff out a storm."

Izzy was familiar with his captain's tendency to tune everything out while trying to read the sea. He pictured the absolute, unshakeable concentration of his focused gaze. "Only with nice, clear skies?"

Stede nodded. "Only with nice clear skies." He looked fondly at Ed's dreaming face. "No rain. Nothing to worry about right now." He had dropped into a lighter, dreamy tone- and for a moment, Izzy wasn't sure if he was still speaking to Ed or Izzy or even somehow mesmerizing himself.

Izzy had seen many things in his travels. He once heard a street charlatan talk about mesmerism- saying mesmerism somehow balanced out a person's magnetic forces (y'know- whatever magnetic forces were). He wasn't one for all of Stede's little tricks but- he did understand about needing balance.

Izzy had initially misunderstood Ed's relationship to Stede. He worried that the gentleman pirate would make Ed weak. That he would seduce him away. That he would try to turn the great Blackbeard into one of Stede's fancy little gentleman friends. Izzy had been terrified there would be nothing left of the Ed that he loved after Stede was through.

But Ed was still Izzy's Ed, even now. He could still fight and outwit and outmaneuver anyone else on the sea. He would still protect his crew with all the fierceness of his notorious reputation. He and Izzy could still lose themselves in each other- in their old married couple bickering, in their fighting and fucking, in their indulgences of Ed's sadism and Izzy's corresponding masochism. It just- felt more controlled now. Izzy no longer wondered if Ed actually hated him or if he was just looking for someone convenient to break. He no longer worried that Blackbeard would maim him so badly that he couldn't look after the crew. Even when Ed hurt him now- and he WOULD still hurt him, Stede didn't magic that part away- Izzy was always rewarded with a kiss and some praise afterwards. "That's so good, Izzy. You did so well for me," he would say. Edward seemed so much stronger in these moments now- able to control his own fierceness and use it as a weapon- but also to hold Izzy as he fell apart for him.

Izzy looked over at Ed's quiet countenance- so different than before. It was otherworldy seeing him this serene and distant. He had a sudden desire to protect this version of Ed- Stede's gentle Ed. To keep him safe. A mad, possessive impulse made it to Izzy's mouth before he could stop it.

"Can I touch him?" he asked. "Like this?"

Stede looked surprised. "By touch, do you mean....?"

"His face, Bonnet" Izzy replied, snarkily. "Or his hand or something. His hair. Not going to wank him off on the deck, now am I?"

Stede bit back a laugh. He leaned over to gently touch Ed's leg.

Ed reacted with an almost imperceptible startle before gently settling- serene like the moon going back behind a cloud.

"Shhh- that's OK, love, you can stay relaxed. Good," Stede soothed. "Izzy was wondering if he could touch you while you're in trance. Would that be OK?"

Ed took a moment to respond, as though the words were reaching him from a great distance. Then he nodded his assent.

Stede smiled back at Izzy, reassuringly. Izzy took a breath- then reached over to slowly stroke Ed's hair.

His fearsome Blackbeard smiled in return to the gesture- giving a happy little murmur. He slightly leaned his head in. Just like an affectionate kitten, Izzy thought.

"Good," soothed Bonnet at Ed. "I bet that feels nice."

Izzy grinned too, feeling oddly proud to be trusted with this quiet moment. He and Ed had never been conventional. Maybe it was OK that Ed and Stede weren't either. Maybe it was ok that their relationships were so different- that they saw such different aspects of the same person.

Maybe it was all ok.

Maybe it all balanced.

They sat quietly for a long moment on the deck, letting the peace of the atmosphere soothe them.

Gradually Stede stirred. "Izzy- I forgot to ask: Did the men send you? Were they looking for us?"

"There's no emergency, they were just curious where you were," replied Izzy.

Stede nodded. "We should probably get back, then. Or at least get off deck. Love," he said, moving his voice back into that hypnotic tone. He touched Ed's leg to refocus him. "Are you ready to come up out of trance for me?"

Ed took a deep breath and nodded.

"Good, I'll count to 5 then. It's just to guide you- I know you know how to come up at your own pace. Bring back any of this peace and calm that you want with you, ok?"

Stede started counting- his voice slowly gaining energy as he reminded Ed to connect back with his body and helped him reorient to the ship. It all didn't seem particularly magical to Izzy- but then again he rarely tried to understand Bonnet's ways anyway. Ed finally blinked his eyes open when Stede reached 5.

He blinked a few more times, adjusting. Then, his gaze lost it's bleariness as he looked adoringly up at Stede.

"Hi, there," said Stede, smiling gently. "Back with us, love?"

"Mmmmph mostly," said Ed, scritching his beard and stretching to rouse himself. He looked over at Izzy as though reminding himself he was there and smiled. "Heya, Izz!" Ed leaned up to kiss him.

Izzy grinned into their kiss. "Heya, Captain. Didn't want to interrupt your little daydream session. Crew was just looking for you."

"Ah, we missed dinner!" exclaimed Stede. "I should have asked Roach for..."

"Provisions for planning raids, I heard," smirked Izzy. "Yes, we're all very snowed by your clever euphemisms."

"Fuck provisions, I could eat a horse," said Ed. He practically bounced up and put an arm around both of his boyfriends. "C'mon, let's get some grub!"

Helpless to his whims as always, both of his partners joyfully followed him to dinner.

Fanfic is new to me so would love some thoughts! Also this is unbeta'd so will love you forever if you would point out spelling/grammar mistakes or if there's unclear writing. I'm considering posting this to AO3 but- don't want to embarrass myself in front of the REAL fanfic writers, you know? Feedback welcomed!

Tagging @mentat101posts and @thekinkycocktailclub .If you want to be tagged in these, just lmk!

Tagging @darthkyra @linnybeenaughty @pearlqueensposts @thiskenisftm @deeperforme because they wanted OFMD hypnokink and I blame/thank you for the inspiration to actually get this down!

[luveline]

hi !! i ADORE all your stories and they make me feel so warm and comfy <333 i loved the one about tasm peter and touch starved reader bc same tbh😭 and i wondered if you could or have the time to write more about it? it's just so lovely😭❤ have a great day/night wherever you are right now!!!

touch starved reader x peter is always so fun and soft to write, thank you for your request! hope you're having the best day!

Peter had told you to come to him when you're feeling numb. He'd said that. You hadn't made it up, or dreamt it, or fantasised. That was real, and you knew because he'd made sure to text you afterwards. 

I meant what I said, bub. If you need me, call me.

You'd deflected, texted back. No matter where you are?

Ain't no mountain high enough, babe. 

You took a screenshot of the conversation to look at when you feel achy, and it almost convinces you to reach out sometimes. You never really manage it, always waiting for Peter to text you first, Peter to hug you first. 

You miss him so much and you haven't touched another person in a while and that song had been playing on the subway, tinny through someone's wired earphones. Listen baby. 

You'd text him, needy, no signal, I really miss you. 

And watched as it turned red. Not delivered. 

Climbing the steps up onto the street you feel relieved that your awful neediness and weakness has been kept a secret that little while longer. 

You meander through the streets, in no rush to make it home to your lonely, poorly kept apartment. The bodega two streets down from your place has your favourite drink on special and you feel almost happy by the time you make it back, two bottles hanging from a bag in the crook of your arm. You struggle with your shitty door one-handed. They key turns in the lock and you push, finding it locked. Oh, fuck, you think. I must've left it unlocked this morning. 

You finally push open the door and find the opposite of your fear; where you'd expected a mess, overturned tables, a missing TV, you find your messy apartment has been cleaned. 

"Peter?" you ask worriedly. 

"Bub!" he calls, voice echoing from the kitchen, "I'm in here!" 

You follow his voice. He's standing on your breakfast bar, neck craned, looking two seconds from toppling over. You gasp and drop your bags on the ground, quick to grab a hold of his calves and steady him. 

He looks down at you and grins. "Hi, sweetness." 

"What are you doing?" you ask incredulously. 

He brandishes the screwdriver in his hand at you. "Your light doesn't work and it's not the bulb. How long's it been broken?" 

"I don't know. Peter, why?" you mumble. 

"I got bored waiting for you. How do you cook at night time if your light's not working, angel?" he asks, distracted, poking at wiring. He puts the screwdriver between his teeth and wobbles on the counter. You tighten your arms. 

"No, Pete, why are you here? You weren't supposed to come 'til Sunday." You might sound like you're complaining, but already you feel more relaxed and less like a ticking time bomb, even from this simple contact. 

He takes the screwdriver from his mouth quizzically. "You said you missed me." 

Your heart skips. The text must have sent after all. 

"Sorry, should I not have come? I just worry about you so much, you never tell me when you're lonely. I thought it was a good sign that you… needed me." He winces as he says it even though it's true. 

You hide your face in the side of his thigh. "I do need you," you murmur, muffled by fabric. All the time. You know he's heard you. 

He tightens a screw and pats your head. "Pass me the bulb?" he asks. 

You scramble to remove yourself from your self indulgence and pass him the old bulb. He screws it in, jumps down from the bar like it's no big thing and flicks your light switch on. The kitchen is illuminated by dull, yellowing light. 

"Tada," he says. "All fixed." 

"Thank you, Peter," you say, looking up at the light so you don't have to look at him, retinas burning. 

He wipes his hands together and leans against the doorway. "I want a proper thank you." 

You can't understand his meaning until you meet his gaze, find him standing with his arms outstretched. 

"Don't make me wait," he jokes. 

You're embarrassed as you walk into his arms. He meets you, hands working under your arms to encircle your back, groaning loudly as he squeezes you tight. 

"Oh, my girl. I've missed you too. I miss you all the time," he says over your head. You almost whimper, arms limp over his shoulder, face squished to the clean-shaven skin of his throat. He pulls back, hands warm and spread over your shoulder blades. "You know how much I miss you, don't you?" 

You can't look at him as you nod. Unacceptable for him, Peter steals back one of his arms to slowly guide your face upward, hand kind but firm on your cheek. 

"Is it bad?" he asks. 

You shake your head, still mute, a lump of emotion in your throat. He smiles and tilts his head, stroking from the corner of your eye to your ear with his index finger. His thumb presses into your cheek.. 

"Thanks for texting me," he says earnestly. 

You nod and tuck yourself back into his open arms, waiting for his hand to fall from your face, overwhelmed by but craving his tenderness. He wraps his arm around the back of your head. You've never felt so safe, hands hungry where they search his skin. 

He's awfully whipped for you, you'll admit, as you stand there for a long time. He doesn't care, doesn't move or complain or shrug you off of him. If anything his arms grow incrementally tighter by the second, face pressed to the top of your head, the tip of his nose slow as it rubs tiny lines into your scalp. He makes these sounds that set you alight, little groans of breath, sighs with too much emotion in them. 

"You smell nice," he says under his breath, taking a ridiculous sniff. 

"Pervert," you whisper. "You smell nice too." 

"Yeah? What do I smell like?" 

Familiar. Musk, solder, boyish deodorant and the last remnants of his aftershave. He smells like skin. Homely. 

"What do I smell like?" you ask instead of answering. 

You could swear he presses a kiss to your head, lips hot. Your knees go weak as he says, "Heaven." 

[ohanny]

daydreaming about a supernatural pit babe au simply for the sake of

kenta: dad's on a hunting trip. and he hasn't been home in a few days

way: OH THANK GOD fucking FINALLY

because yes to kenta and way as a depressed, alcoholic hunter duo featuring pete as a king of hell (super nice and helpful guy, actually) and kim as an angel of the lord (runs the apocalypse like a drill sergeant in a trench coat)

pete: sure thing, let me quickly pop by peru to get that ancient bone so we can get this ritual done, don't worry honey, it'll be okay

kim: the fact you are hungover in bed at 6am is why we are in the end of times, get your ass up, there's a wendigo on the hills and you need practice

way: ... i think the wires got crossed somewhere

kenta: you don't say

[chalkrevelations]

OK, I’ve been poking at Moonlight Chicken, and this is my first time with EarthMix, and as ever, these days, everything SOMEHOW comes back to KP, and this time, the thing is ... The thing is, there’s something about Mix - something about his face, I think - that keeps reminding me of Ta.

And so I’m watching this manic pixie dreamboy hitting on this older, responsible shopkeeper, and out of the corner of my eye I keep vaguely seeing Macau. And then I keep thinking - I’m a big MacauChay fan, but if we posit some kind of KimChay going forward, and free up Macau ... NOW I keep imagining Macau sneaking out nights to pick up older guys. They’re all very respectable, responsible guys - Macau has a type, and it is in NO WAY someone dangerous or volatile, thank you very much, he had and has enough of that bullshit in his life already, in various and sundry ways - but they’re definitely all significantly older than him. And meanwhile, Pete and Vegas are worried that he’s out doing drugs or fencing stolen computer gear or getting into some kind of trouble, and they’re trying to figure out why he’s skulking around and sneaking away at night, trying to figure out what he’s doing hanging out at the night markets instead of in bars or clubs like they’d expect, trying to figure out what kind of bad connections he’s making - but no. Macau is just busy sleeping his way through all of Bangkok’s very responsible, respectable Daddies. (Possibly his apocryphal crush on Dr. Top from the books is part of this pattern, now that I think about it.)

Chay, meanwhile, is super-down with this and is, in fact, Macau’s partner in crime, allowing himself to be dragged to night market after shop after restaurant in Macau’s hunt for very respectable, responsible prey, and giggling behind one hand the ENTIRE TIME. He’s possibly even more indignant than Macau is, after Pete  Vegas  Porsche  Kim (fml, trying to figure out SOMEONE in this little clusterfuck of a family who could actually do stealth is a TASK, I tell you what) surveils them, finally figures out what’s going on, and HYPOCRITICALLY outs Macau’s penchant for older men who like younger guys to Vegas and Pete. Chay cannot BELIEVE you would ever think he would let something happen to Macau on his watch, P’Pete! He PERSONALLY vets every guy Macau sleeps with, and that is not actually as bad as it just sounded when it came out of his mouth!

Pete is barely keeping himself from pointing out Chay’s OWN questionable choices, and meanwhile, Vegas has entirely given up on the task of terrorizing his little brother over this for the opportunity to smirk pointedly at Kim, who’s standing back in one corner, trying to stay out of anyone and everyone’s line of sight and pretending he’s not the BIGGEST HYPOCRITE in this room. I mean, at least Macau is in university, by this point.

Macau is keeping his mouth shut because why incriminate himself, but he knows that Vegas better not be a classist asshole about where Macau’s been pulling, lest Macau point out Vegas’s own apparent penchant for rough-trade working-class bodyguards, Hia. Sorry, P’Pete, but you’re the one who taught him to use whatever he could find as a weapon in self-defense. Just because you meant hand-to-hand combat doesn’t mean he’s not smart enough to know it works in interpersonal chess games just as well. (Thanks for nothing, Uncle Korn, you fucking fuck.)

I like this. I’m going to think about this some more.

[souryogurt64]

finally we’re discussing patrick being a dick too during the metro show. so what do you think about this thing

(it’s also so funny to me how it was only ONE show and we have 10 topics to discuss)

Final note about Pete being a cunt is that when he snapped at the photographer the photographer just smiled and was like "I did :D Don't worry, I did :D" which makes me think everyone is used to handling the princess when he gets like that lol

And Mmrs is about Chris, this got pulled from the Stay Gold essay

CHAPTER ELEVEN: HE TASTES LIKE YOU ONLY SWEETER 

“Thnks Fr Th Mmrs,” another track off Infinity on High, contains the line “he takes like you only sweeter.” This line is, in fact, a reference to Closer (2004). (Panic! at the Disco would also borrow the title of their debut album’s seventh track from the film: “Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.”)  

“Anna: We do everything that people who have sex do!

Larry: Do you enjoy sucking him off?

Anna: Yes!

Larry: You like his cock?

Anna: I love it!

Larry: You like him coming in your face?

Anna: Yes!

Larry: What does it taste like?

Anna: It tastes like you but sweeter!

Larry: That's the spirit. Thank you. Thank you for your honesty. Now fuck off and die, you fucked up slag.” 

However, when rolled around the tongue, the line itself does taste rather fruity. Part of the track is often speculated to be about the feud between Wentz and former roadie Chris Gutierrez: “if that’s the worst you got, you better put your fingers back to the keys” referencing the open letter Gutierrez wrote Wentz at the end of their relationship and his Livejournal profile photo, which was his hands on a keyboard. Though he annotated the track himself, Wentz chose not to provide any commentary on that line. Wentz and Gutierrez have matching pubic and ass tattoos corresponding with who they determined would top/bottom if the pair hypothetically had anal intercourse; Gutierrez occasionally referred to Wentz as his “boyfriend.”

Gutierrez, famously, uploaded and then deleted a post containing homoerotic photos of himself and bassist Mikey Way of My Chemical Romance following his falling-out with Wentz; he posted shortly after accusing his followers of being "insensitive assholes," sarcastically calling them "so supportive," and that he'd "remind himself of this the next time [he] felt like being vulnerable." The 295 comments of this post indicate the deleted post was a coming-out announcement. Afterwards, he threatened to delete his entire LiveJournal, stating "its not worth it anymore and its not worth the drama and animosity aimed towards a wonderful boy I love to kiss," though he did not follow through on this threat. These days, Gutierrez spends his spare moments liking comments from emo teenagers insinuating he is a fruit.

[aarcanevillains]

The truth doesn’t hurt

Masterlist

Peter, after a realisation with his cousin, finally tells Erik the truth- and it’s a better reaction than he expected.

Warnings: none | cousin OC

Peter stared down at his cousin’s son, the six year old babbling about his newest obsession while Lili cooked the trio dinner. James, like Peter, was growing up without a father- and just like Peter it wasn’t really by choice and for some reason that stung more than usual today. His heart ached for his cousins because he realised something… Peter at current had the choice to change that.

Erik Lensherr is his father. Magneto is his dad.

According to Liliana at least James’ father isn’t a major terrorist so points to her he guesses.

He blinks down at the kid who is now staring blankly at the TV, a long day at school finally catching up to him again it seems.

“Pietro, James. Dinner!” Lili called, that soft polish accent loud and clear as she did (the proud Eisenhardt accent Peter’s uncle- his mums brother and Lili’s dad- would say)

“Coming Mama.” James called back.

Peter zipped the two into the kitchen, James giggling like a madman as he did, settling them in for dinner.

“Thanks for watching him today Pete.” Lili said for what was probably the tenth time since she came home from work. “But… are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay why wouldn’t I be okay I’m perfectly fine.” He said at what many would say was a fast tempo (which he would then say it was Andante at most thank you).

“Because you haven’t said a word since James started talking about dinosaurs and you love those giant lizards Kyzun.”

“Ah.”

“Pete quiet today.” James interrupted, food being shovelled into his face at an alarming rate- where Lili definitely didn’t shoot him a scathing glare at that. Peter only shoots one back that says *after James goes to bed*.

And so he waits till then to ask for her opinion on his troubles.

“Just been thinking.” He admits and waits for the usual teasing jab they would share but she’s quiet, listening. “I have the chance to tell Erik he’s my father and I haven’t taken it yet.”

“Why is that?” Liliana asks with a frown.

“I don’t know… I’m scared?” He shrugs. “Either he’ll think I want to replace Nina or he’ll hate me because I’m.. well I’m not the best son in the world so…”

“I’ll rip him to shreds if he thinks that. Peter there isn’t anything wrong with you for one and for another you know it’s the right thing to tell him.” Lili pats his arm. “You said family is important to him yeah?”

Peter nods slowly.

“Then let him know he isn’t alone.”

“I know I should… but what if Erik is already gone when I get back to the mansion?”

“Then you make the bald man find him and you tell Erik everything. You make sure he doesn’t leave until you tell him.”

Peter stands, pushing down those nerves threatening to stop him for the thousandth time.

“I’ll tell him tonight.”

“Give me a call tomorrow about it yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His palms were so fucking sweaty.

Like really fucking sweaty. Worse than Alex trying to drill Scott on the plasma beams and accidentally burning a few (a lot of) really expensive antiques and then Charles going on a rager about how fucking stupid this idea to train inside the house, away from the bunker, was while Kurt stared into your soul for ruining a perfectly good book case… no his brain was not trying to plan an escape route.

His knuckles hit the door before he knew it, three sharp knocks surprising even himself as he heard the door unlock and creak open.

“Peter.” Erik said as way of greeting.

“Hey Erik.” Peter said in kind. “Uh…”

“Do you need something?”

“No-yes… yes I need some help.” His shoulders dropped. “It’s really important and uh.. can I come in?”

Erik frowned in contemplation before moving to the side. Peter was never this… scared to look someone in the eye and Erik was half ready to call out for Charles should the boy do or say something worrying or dare he say stupid.

“How can I be of help?” Erik asked after some long seconds of silence. He was notably irritated which only made Peter more nervous, he felt sick even.

“I was babysitting my cousin’s kid and I got to thinking… he’s gonna grow up like me.” He started, easing into the plan he had haphazardly thrown together.

Erik’s irritated stare softened a little. Peter was sharing personal information, according to Charles Peter didn’t like to share that sort of thing unless it was something… fun.

“Like you?” The metalokinetic prodded.

“Without a father figure.” Peter gulped. “And like me it’s not really on purpose. Neither of our dads even know we exist but Lili… she wants James’ dad to know- she just doesn’t know how to find him and she fucking tried.”

“I do hope she can find him then. I imagine anyone would want to know if they had a child. I certainly would… family is important no matter the circumstances.” Erik sat on his bed, patting it down for Peter to join him.

“You would want to know?” The speedster said quietly. Erik only nodded. “I found my dad.”

Erik’s brows rose, a smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s excellent, no? Have you told him?”

“I haven’t, I’m just… I’m scared.”

And though Erik still wandered why Peter came to him, thought he could be of any help he placed a hand on the twenty-six year old’s shoulder and squeezed. “Why?”

“He’s a… powerful mutant… Because he lost his new family not that long ago. Because he scares a lot of people.”

“Does he scare you?”

“Not anymore.” Erik nodded again. “What would… how would you react if I came up to you and said hey… I’m your son and I’m twenty-six but you’re my dad!”

Erik frowned, not expecting that kind of question.

“Well I would not be disappointed. Perhaps miffed I did not know sooner and angry that I hadn’t been there for you because and know this Peter I would have raised you.”

Peter’s brown eyes widened, something shining by the corner of one that Erik suspected was a tear and his heart well… it aches for the man.

“Do I know your father?” Peter seemed to freeze at that before tentatively nodding. “Practice what you want to say, with me I mean.”

Why was Erik doing this for him? Peter was so confused and yet relieved all at once before snorting out a laugh. He nodded and turned to face him.

“Twenty-eight years ago you met my mother. Dated for a little under two years and after your break up and her move to America she found out she was pregnant with me and my twin sister… my mama is Polish you see so I actually have a traditional name- Pietro.” The slight crease in Erik’s brow told Peter that something had started to click. “She decided to americanise our names for school but anyway… her name was Ma..”

Peter gulped.

“Ma?” The former terrorist tried to joke, to make Peter feel better. “You’re doing well so far Peter, a strong start.”

“Her name was Magda Eisenhardt.“

Erik felt a twist in his chest, a lurch in his gut. He knew that name.

Peter’s mother is Polish… Peter’s real name is Pietro- a name he and his former partner had cooed over once they heard it. Magda… Magda Eisenhardt.

Peter’s silence seemed to be louder than any other sound, than when Banshee would scream or when any explosions echoed.

“But… Maximoff?”

“Mama remarried, we took his name and now I have a little sister.” Peter said quickly. “Her name is Anya but my twin is Wendy which is actually-”

“Wanda?” Erik pulled Peter in for a tight hug. “Like Magda’s mother’s name.”

“Yeah.” Peter relaxed into his father’s hold.

“Thank you for telling me. I wish… I wish you had told me sooner I would have-”

“Stayed?” Peter quipped.

“Yes. I would have tried to stay.”

“Don’t force yourself to stay.”

“I have a son… a daughter.” Erik pulled back, looking at Peter- Pietro… he looks like Magda, he looks like him. “I still have family.”

“Yeah. Yeah you do.”

After moments passed and both men had taken deep breaths Erik asked quietly.

“Your cousin? Is she Aleksey’s daughter or through your step father’s sibling?”

“Uncle Aleksey is still alive and kicking but yeah Liliana is his. He’s still a great brother for ma…”

“And she has a son?”

“James.” Peter smiles brightly. “A six year old with more energy than me some days.”

“I think.” Erik starts. “If you’d allow it I’d like to get to know you, your sister- my daughter- and your family if they would too.”

Peter smiles. He hadn’t expected the immediate warmth, the utter joy on his fathers face the fact that Erik didn’t think he was trying to replace Nina.

Lili was so going to make fun of them both for crying on each others shoulders.

Worth it!

[weirdshadeofgray]

You must be new here

pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

note: in which he's a tired, oblivious idiot.

"I wouldn't do that if—"

His words were disrupted by the sound of a bell before everyone in the bar started celebrating. You took a look around, trying to figure out what in the hell happened.

"Your phone," Pete said as he pointed at the device in front of you. "Read the rules," he added, his finger now pointing at a sign behind the bar.

Disrespect a lady, the Navy, or put your cell phone on the bar, you buy a round.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," you complained.

"The rules are rules," Penny told you from behind the bar with a smile then started handing out the drinks.

Pete let out a laugh as he looked over at you with his beer in hand. "Don't worry, I did the same thing two days ago," he noted. "You must be new here then."

After a few seconds of hesitation you nodded, flashing a delicate smile at him. Though he knew you were a lot younger than him he couldn't help but admire the view. It's not that you wore a revealing, provocative dress, he just found your smile adorable.

You sat one chair closer to him and rested your elbow on the bar as you looked at him. "I only came to visit my sister. She's a pilot."

"So am I," he said without hesitation, although he didn't know why he felt the need to open his mouth. "And where is she now?"

"She'll be here soon," you replied as you glanced at your watch.

"So you have some time to chat."

You laughed and nodded in response as you thanked your beer that Penny just gave you. Your smile was infectious, he couldn't stop himself from smiling as well. There was something about you that made him feel better, his thoughts were finally not hyperfocused on his issues with Bradley or the fact those kids might not come back from this mission alive if he failed as a teacher.

And then...

Blackout. He had no idea what to say, what to talk to you about. This was a first. He usually didn't have a problem when it came to talking to women, but you unintentionally found a switch that turned off his brain.

After a few minutes of silence, it was you who finally spoke up. "You said you're a pilot," you began and he nodded. "Don't take this the wrong way, but aren't guys your age usually behind a desk by now?"

Oh, he should've expected this. "I'm an expert of dodging promotions," he explained with a shrug before taking a swig of his beer. "I wanted to keep flying. It's much better than doing paperwork and attending boring meetings."

"That's true. I respect you for this decision."

He laughed. "Thank you," was all he said.

It was hard to keep this conversation going. A part of him just wanted to sit there next to you in silence, drinking his beer and exchanging meaningful looks every now and then.

But suddenly a young woman appeared and wrapped her arms around you from behind. "I'm so sorry I didn't go to the airport to meet you," she said before letting go and sitting down on your other side.

It must have been your sister based on the uniform. The two of you began chatting—a conversation that went incredibly smoothly compared to the one you just had with him—and soon she noticed her friends across the bar.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends," she told you.

Pete flashed a small smile at you when you looked his way before standing up. Your sister grabbed your hand to drag you away, but you stood your ground and leaned closer to him before leaving.

"See you later, I guess," you said with a wide grin.

Once you disappeared from his sight, he couldn't help but think about this encounter. Something told him there were signs he was too tired to pick up on. Were you flirting? Or were you just simply friendly?

Penny stopped in front of him, hands on her hips as she watched him with an amused smile. "I'll help," she broke the silence. "She was flirting with you."