#do not drop pete.. be careful dudes

[phantastragoria]

🌟 Merry (belated) Christmas from the Guardians of the Galaxy 🌟

[the-kr8tor]

back to back requests, if you are okay with that. r finding out that she’s pregnant, and then hobie finding out? or maybe they both find out at the same time? up to you!!

Another banger request, bestie! Thank you 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), CW vomiting, description of illness, pregnancy talk, Billie and Ramona AU, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, FLUFF

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The portal opens in the living room, from the force of it opening has the boat rocking in the stagnant water. the sounds of your trinkets falling and crashing on the floor has Peter B. Cringing, while Mayday giggles excitedly in his arms. MJ follows close behind, all dressed up and pretty for their anniversary. The portal closes behind her in a mechanical sound.

“Hobie! Y/N?” Peter yells across the small space.

Mayday babbles to what sounds like your names. She tries to escape from her father's hold, kicking and squealing excitedly.

“Maybe they're still asleep?” MJ looks behind the kitchen island, she shrugs, having no idea where you or Hobie are.

Meanwhile, Mayday escapes, crawling across the floors. Upon your request, Peter took off Mayday's web shooters because in their last visit, well, the toddler almost gave you a heart attack.

Peter scratches his head, eyes flicking towards the closed bedroom door. “Do you think they're, you know?” he asks his wife with a slight whisper, wiggling his eyebrows.

MJ side glances, “Come on, really, Pete?”

Mayday points at the bathroom further down the hallway, Peter's enhanced hearing picks up retching and dry heaving inside the closed bathroom, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls.

He picks up Mayday, cradling her head. Looks like date night is postponed when the only person who volunteered to babysit Mayday is sick.

“Everything alright in there?” he knocks softly on the door.

The living room window slides open and out jumps Hobie holding onto a brown paper bag.

“You're early, hey MJ.” He says nonchalantly.

“Hi, Hobie, is she okay?” MJ grimaces after another round of retching continues inside the bathroom.

“Dude,” Peter makes way for Hobie to enter the small hallway. “Is she sick? You know I can't drop Mayday off while there's some sort of infection happening in here–” he gets a thwack upside the head from his wife.

“She's fine” Hobie says it to the couple but it's more of a reassurance for himself. “We both think she ate something bad a few days ago and she's been like this every morning.” He knocks twice on the door.

MJ looks like she's thinking.

Your pained muffled voice echoes out. “I'll be out in a minute, sorry.”

“Don't be sorry, love. I've got your meds, yeah? Come out so you can drink it” he says through the door.

With a click of the doorknob, you reveal yourself to the party in Hobie's jumper and a very old sweatpants hanging on your hip. Your eyes are flushed, sniffing to hell and back.

“Hi, sorry I don't think we can take care of Mayday today.” You say dejectedly, eyes forlorn as you look at the toddler who's equally devastated to hear the news.

“Aww man but we've got reservations–” MJ slaps Peter upside the head again.

Hobie helps you walk with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, thumb massaging comfortingly. He whispers to you. “How do you feel?”

“I feel like my stomach is doing somersaults.” You groggily say. Hobie sits you down on the settee, handing you a water bottle and medicine.

“Y/N, sweetheart, when was the last time you had your period?” You almost did a spit take when MJ asked you the question.

“Honey, what the he–cow” Peter fumbles, realizing that his daughter's still in his arms, watching him with her big eyes.

Hobie looks at you with wide eyes, slowly realizing something. You ate the same thing he eats everyday so why are you the only one with the stomach bug?

“Uh I'm late this month…” you side eye Hobie who looks like he's about to vomit right there and then. “Why? I'm probably just stressed and…” MJ gives you a soft look.

“Are you fatigued?” MJ softly asks, you nod while Hobie observes you and you only. “Any tenderness in the chest” you nod again. Hobie flicks his eyes down to your stomach. “Y/N, darling.” She smiles at you and Hobie, Peter gives you two the most awkward thumbs up. Mayday copies her dad, nodding along.

You chuckle nervously, facing Hobie, your bottom lip wobbling.

“Y/N” Hobie looks at you with glistening eyes. “Love, I think I should swing by the chemist again.” He holds your hand affectionately, eyes never leaving yours as a smile spreads across his face.

Peter's spidey senses warn him, covering Mayday's ears in one quick dad movement.

“Holy shit! Am I pregnant?!” you screech.

One agonizing fifteen minutes later, two lines appear on the small plastic stick, confirming MJ’s suspicion. Hobie was with you the entire time, holding your hand, caressing your back as he whispers ‘I love yous’ in your ear. You know you and the baby will be okay.

[belxveds]

seduction through science

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

summary: where the academic decathlon team can't seem to believe that their nerdy peter parker has been hiding away a girlfriend for so long (especially one so out of his league). and then they meet you and lose their shit.

tags: humour. fluff. relationship reveal. humiliation. sex mention. fangirling.

a/n:

requests are open!

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

"You're fucking with us", Charles stated, mouth agape as he stared at Peter in disbelief and awe, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at his friend's confession.

Wincing at everyone's eyes on him, Peter dropped his head into his hands as he contemplated why he was friends with such manipulative idiots. Groaning softly as he combed through his hair with a sweaty palm, the other reached for his phone which lay nearby.

He had been guilt tripped into hosting their weekly AcaDec study sessions at his apartment this weekend due the team's insistence that he no longer cared for them. His insulting amount of absences racked up because of spidey duties, not that he could tell them of his extremely valid excuse.

That's how he found himself crowded together into a messy circle on the carpet in his living room which May swore would come back in trend according to her home decor magazines. His teammates, doing everything but studying as they indulge themselves in the latest gossip and an impromptu game of truth or dare.

With Flash's question targeting either his secret webslinger-identity or his relationship status, Peter's choice between his limited options had been obvious, announcing to his friends of the girlfriend he'd been keeping tucked away for several months.

Now, however, with the way they were gaping at him, Peter re-evaluated whether he had truly made the correct decision.

Flash, who'd finally been able to catch his breath, with dried up tears of laughter streaking across his cheeks, wheezed, "You. Penis Parker. Are dating the most influential teenager in North America according to TIME Magazine, with an IQ to rival her father's, model and heir to Stark Industries, Y/N Stark?"

Peter once again winced, internally debating whether or not he should give you a call as he responded, "Y-yes?"

"Peter. You're kidding.", Betty whispered, wide-eyed at the thought of her friend keeping such an insanely large secret from them...if it was the truth. Just the interviewing opportunities made her head spin and the journalist inside of her was- holy shit. Their Peter Parker was dating Y/N Stark?! That was insane. Practically impossible?

“Oh yeah? Ok. Then how’d you meet her, hotshot?”, Flash smirked cockily, as if he had just checkmated him, convinced his question was going to force Peter to confess the truth about his “lie.”

Before Peter could even exhale his sigh of exhaustion, Jason interrupted, “Dude, not that I don’t believe you or anything and no offense but…how did you bag her?”

Cindy who had been watching the entire debacle from the sidelines so far simply nodded her head, wide-eyed and a bit confused on how this could possibly be her reality.

Sally, insulted on Peter’s behalf, pitched up, “Hey! Pete’s a catch.”

Offering a weak smile to the girl, Peter had just muttered, “Thank you, Sals”, as the echo of the doorbell made its way into the living room. Saved by the bell, indeed.

Dusting himself as he made his way towards the entrance, he could hear Ned defending his honor as Peter fiddled with lock, face freezing in shock when the entryway fully came into view.

Before him, you stood in his stolen Midtown High hoodie, hands sweetly clasped over your comfy stark industries pajama pants as you smiled up at him. The hood had been pulled over your messy hair in your attempts to avoid unwanted attention from the press, the drawstrings tied into a little makeshift bow and strands of stray hair sticking out from the circumference of the fabric surrounding your face. You looked absolutely adorable and silly and perfect to Peter’s fogged mind. Mind stuttering on how to decode this situation as he attempted to make some form of noise to greet you, he couldn’t think straight. 

Swaying on the balls of your feet and tilting your head warmly, you leaned forward to place a greeting peck onto his lips, hands unclasping and encircling his waist as you patiently took in his frozen state, “You gonna let me in or do you have a secret exhibitionist kink you’ve been keeping locked up which we need to discuss? Cause y’know- I’m up for anything but the paparazzi will have a field day once they figure out how much of a slut I am for my father’s intern-”

The pin-drop silence from his living room startled Peter into moving, covering your mouth with his palm as he choked a little at what you had just unwillingly said in front of all his friends, words finally processing into his distress blurred brain. He knew that he just told the team about you but he didn’t think of introducing you to them for at least a few more weeks down the road. Once they’d calmed down, gotten over their fangirling and actually believed him. Fuck.

You’d immediately picked up on your boyfriend’s anxious stance but much like your father, your solution to most situations revolved around teasing and humor, your words now muffled as you went on, “Like- could you imagine the headlines? Y/N STARK IS SLEEPING WITH HER FATHER’S INTERN?!? Y/N STARK’S WORLDWIND OFFICE ROMANCE: SEDUCTION THROUGH SCIENCE! Ooh- wait no, I quite like the second one-”

“What are you doing here?”

You frowned at Peter. That was the first thing he was going to say to you? Bringing his hand down and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, you questioned more seriously, “Is everything alright? MJ invited me over? Said that you guys and Ned were just hanging out if I wanted to join. I’m sorry, I should’ve asked first. I just assumed that-”

“Nononono no don’t apologize, stop. MJ’s just a little shit. She didn’t tell me she’d invited you over so I was…surprised.”, Peter’s voice dropped into a whisper, “It’s also not just…us and Ned. The rest of the friend group is in the living room right now and they just found out that I was dating you but they didn’t really believe me but now…well.”

You blinked, “Oh. Oh. So they heard me-”

Peter nodded. Your face flushed as you winced and buried your face in between Peter’s pecs, him failing to hide his smile as he stifled a laugh at your embarrassment. 

Now that the terror of the situation had faded away, he couldn’t help but find endless amusement in it. Though the interaction between you and the AcaDec group was much faster than he’d initially wanted, it was still something that he’d hoped for deeply. These two parts of his life finally merging filled him with so much joy, simply even imagining you getting along with his friend causing his cheeks to ache from the smile that would bloom. 

Letting you whine for a few more seconds, he gently dragged you into the apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot as he pulled down your hood. Untying the drawstrings to let them fall freely, he then proceeded to fluff out your hair, observing closely as your face melted in pleasure just like he predicted. 

Pressing a kiss, he whispered, “Come on, you’ve got to meet them now. That was quite the introduction.” 

Gently peeking your head past the curve of the hallway which kept you hidden from their view, you were first met with MJ’s smirk. Pointing a finger at her as Peter came up behind you, you flipped her off before addressing everyone else with a small wave, “Hi, Peter’s AcaDec group!”

The PR voice you’d automatically slipped into couldn’t be helped but you knew that it would take you a few more interactions for the real you to make an appearance. Maybe a few NDAs as well just as a precaution.

The few stunned moments of continued silence before it burst into squeals of shock and unfiltered questions made you laugh a little as you gently approached the circle and plopped yourself next to Ned, Peter taking a seat next to you as the group continued to hyperventilate. 

“Am I dreaming?”, whispered Charles to himself, his idol sitting merely a few feet away from him. Jason and Betty let out their own garbled hums of acknowledgement to their friend’s identical shock. This was every nerd’s dream. Y/N Stark was an inspiration in the technological advancements field, everything she’d contributed to the innovation of Stark Industries was just- insanity. Charles was going insane. He had to be.

Flash, deciding that this was the perfect time to shoot his shot with Peter’s girlfriend, smugly leaned forward and asked, “Hey baby, wanna grab a drink sometime in my Ferrari? I’m sure you’re sick of that dweeb by now.”

You blinked. Wrinkling your nose at him, you hummed, “...Flash, right?”

His confident nod made you continue, “I’ve uh- heard a lot about you-”

“All good things, I’m sure.”

“No, actually! A lot of it was how you bullied the love of my life for several years.”, you smiled, the smirk falling off his face extremely satisfying, “I don’t know about all your previous partners or if you even ever had any but I really don’t think showing off your wealth is the smartest move to my heart seeing where I come from. I like to think that I’m grounded and quite humble so I hate pulling out that card but I think it’s necessary to put you in your place. Also- did you say I was sick of him? Peter Parker? He’s one of the most genuinely caring and interesting people I’ve met in a long time…I’m sorry but like did you just choose to ignore how I said I was a slut for him 2 minutes ago? I-”

Ned’s giggles of happiness broke you out of your tangent as he leaned over to give you a hug, “God, I missed you so much. Peter’s been keeping you from us for too long. I just think he’s jealous of our intense chemistry.”

“Oh no, for sure.”, you nodded as you tilted your head to watch your boyfriend roll his eyes and attempt to hide his smile.

“We are…so sorry for him, oh my god.”, Cindy exhaled breathily, “You’re just- wow. You’re so brilliant and gorgeous and the interview where you explained your thinking for the future of SI’s place in the medical field was amazing to watch. I am such a big fan.”

You smiled warmly, “Apology accepted, haha. And you’re gorgeous too! Holy shit, if Peter wasn’t here-”

Peter jokingly whacked the back of your head, “Stop flirting with all my friends.”

You let out a small laugh as you raised your hands up in defeat, “Sorry, my dad’s genes, you know? No, but seriously, thank you! I’m sure you’re incredibly smart too if everything I’ve heard is true and your involvement in Academic Decathlon really speaks for itself.”

Cindy practically melted into a pile of goop next to the sofa as Flash opened his mouth again, “Are you sure-”

Rubbing your fingers into your temples, you sighed jokingly as the rest of the group turned to start yelling at him, making you burst into a grin as Peter and Ned erupted into their own little fit of laughter.

Maybe one interaction was enough for you to feel content with them. They’d certainly need at least three to get over their celebrity infatuation but…you settled into the nook of Peter’s shoulder, you could see yourself with this group laughing nights away for several more years to come.

And plus, Flash would provide the perfect entertainment if things ever got a little too boring. Though you doubt that that would be the case with all the banter and teasing you’d be witnessing in the next several hours.

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[jungle-angel]

Playing Doctor (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett will literally do anything to get out of going to the doctor, but a little roleplaying goes a long way

Warnings: SMUT, parenthood, Rhett trying to get out of going to the doctor's, cancer scare etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @bradleybeachbabe @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @hangmanapologist

You groaned when you saw the number for the missed call on the answering machine for the phone in the kitchen.

"You ok hon?" Cecelia asked as she began prepping the raw green beans for dinner.

"That's the third time this week," you huffed. "Rhett was supposed to go for a doctor's appointment on Friday and it's Tuesday."

Cecelia chuckled a little. "Typical Rhett," she said. "Him and Royal are two of the same. They'll think of any excuse to not go, they both hate going."

"I know Cece, it's just annoying," you sighed, helping her snap off the ends of the green beans.

"Annoying as it is, they still need to be careful," Cecelia remarked. "Still haven't forgotten Roy's reaction when they found that cyst in my left tit last year"

"Ooooooh."

"Yep," Cecelia continued. "Nasty, nasty stuff. Mom had breast cancer and so didn't Aunt Anna, Aunt Betty and Aunt Mariah."

"Isn't that what Oma Heidi had too?" you asked.

"Oh Roy's mother had it bad," Cecelia answered. "Both his father and my father had it too but part of that was because his father was over in Vietnam and my father smoked for forty two plus years."

You and Cecelia chattered away when you heard Rhett trailing through the door, groaning as he kicked off his boots and hung his tan carhartt jacket up on the hook.

"Hey Ma," he said, greeting his mother cheerfully. "Something smells real good, what's for dinner?"

"The prime rib your father had sitting in the drop freezer," Cecelia answered. "By the way, I think ya'll might've missed something this afternoon."

"Huh?" Rhett said, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"I saw a message on the answering machine from the doctor's office," you said, giving him 'the look'.

"Oh um......yeah about that......ya see, a funny thing happened, Wes called and one of the cows had a breach birth and......"

"RHETT!!!!!"

"Hey ya'll try havin some creepy old dude feelin up your nuggets!" Rhett blurted out. "It's awkward as hell!!"

"Rhett need I remind ya'll that I have to have my tits felt up every six months?" Cecelia reminded him.

"No, but it's still awkward!"

"Oh you wanna talk about awkward?" you chuckled. "You wanna hear about my last gyno appointment?"

"NO!!"

"Well first she takes a speculum, which is like a freezing cold pair of salad tongs and widens the hole a little bit," you explained, delighting in watching him squirm. "And then she takes a little stick and scrapes my cervix......."

"LA LA LA LA!!!!! I CAN'T HEAR YA'LL!!!!" Rhett interrupted, covering his ears. "I can't hear ya'll!!!!"

"MY CERVIX DAMNIT!!!"

Rhett ran right out of the room and hurried upstairs to wash up for dinner, leaving you and your mother-in-law to laugh it off.

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Rhett fucking HATED being in the doctor's office.

He hated the cold, sterile feeling of the room, the smell of rubbing alcohol, but most of all, that you had managed to lure him to the truck with a trail of mini KitKat bars and the fact that he had been gullible enough to take the bait. But here he was, sitting in Pete's exam room in nothing but his shorts and awaiting the awkwardness that was to ensue.

The door creaked open and in walked Pete, one of only a few doctors in the whole of Wabang who had known the Abbotts since Royal was knee high.

"Ah there's Wabang's favorite bull rider," Pete remarked. "How's it going Rhett?"

"Not alot of complaints Pete," Rhett said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well that's good," Pete said, glancing at his clipboard. "Wow.....looks like the last time you had a physical was the turn of the century."

Rhett made a face and nodded.

"Well, I'm glad you came in when you did," Pete remarked as he began probing Rhett's neck and along his jaw with his fingers. "According to the medical records you had some pretty nasty injuries with a bull last year."

Rhett had remembered clearly the ornery son of a bitch that had landed him in the ER right around the time of Amy's second birthday and having to have concussion tests every two weeks. "Quit the bull riding about a month ago," he said, squirming a little at the feeling of Pete's fingers on his neck.

"Good on you," Pete chuckled. "Told my son the same thing. Deep breath for me."

Rhett took four deep breaths as Pete listened to his lungs and then his heart. Good God he hated the feeling of that thing moving all over his chest and under his left tit and especially along his belly.

"Anything hurt?" Pete asked as his fingertips began probing Rhett's abdomen.

Rhett shook his head.

Good grief his hands were gnarled and cold. He winced a little when Pete felt up around his bellybutton, not from pain but from the uncomfortable wave of awkwardness that washed over him.

"Alright, looks good," Pete remarked. "Mind rolling over on your side for me?"

Rhett rolled over so Pete didn't have to see his face scrunching up, more so when Rhett heard the snap of a rubber glove.

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You came up from the basement with a pile of freshly dried laundry in the basket. The house was relatively quiet seeing as Amy had gone down for a nap, but the sight of your husband laying on the couch with a grumpy pout on his face told you that something wasn't as it seemed.

"Alright, talk to me cowboy," you said, setting the laundry down near the coffee table. "What happened?"

"Don't wanna talk about it," he said flatly.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. "Come on," you purred, slithering all over Rhett, the same way Garfield usually did. "I know something's up."

"I just had my balls and my asshole diddled by a creepy old dude with gnarled hands," Rhett answered, barely moving.

You snorted and giggled a little.

"I mean it darlin I ain't goin again," Rhett insisted.

"Rhett."

"I mean it."

"Ok, you know what you need?" you said. "I think you need a little help and that entails a little roleplaying."

Rhett arched his eyebrows. "Roleplaying?" he asked.

You nodded. It was something you did with your fifth graders when they were practicing for the spring play and had done with them ever since you had first had them in first grade.

Rhett joined you upstairs in the bedroom as you dug around looking for some things that your friend, Tara, had been storing at the house. You found her extra scrubs and medical equipment while Rhett stripped himself down to his shorts and seated himself on the edge of the bed.

"Can I get your name and date of birth sir?" you asked him.

"Only if ya'll buy me dinner first," Rhett answered, wiggling his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes. "Name and date of birth please sir," you told him.

"Mike Rotch, January twenty-nine, ninety three," Rhett answered with a shit eating grin.

"Mike R......NO!!!!!"

Rhett laughed, an annoyed groan escaping your throat as you began to probe his neck and jaw, feeling his lymphnodes for anything out of the ordinary. You could feel the low purr in his throat as he leaned in for a kiss which you couldn't help but return.

"Mind laying back for me?" you asked him.

Rhett lay on his back before you began to gently probe his belly with your fingertips. "Lower," he said. "Just a little lower........nah that's still too high......there you go....."

You rolled your eyes, still feeling lower and lower until you hit pubes. A naughty little thought had bloomed in your head as you took his flaccid dick in your hand.

"Oh woah wait....wait a sec what are you....??" he said before sucking in a breath.

"Oh I'm sorry, where does it hurt? Here?" you asked him cheekily.

Rhett groaned as you slowly gave him a few gentle tugs and rubbed the underside of his balls. "Fuck......feels so good darlin," he hissed.

You took his dick in your hand again, gently massaging and caressing his shaft and his tip with your thumb until he had hardened right in your grip. "You sure it hurts there?"

"Feels so fuckin good," he groaned again, thrusting his hips into your hand.

You leaned up and kissed him full on the lips, your tongue slipping over his bottom lip and into his mouth to sneak a taste of him. "Well hello nurse," Rhett purred.

You giggled as you helped him get the scrubs off. Rhett practically tore your panties off of you, shoving his cock deep inside your already wet pussy. You moaned feeling his lips and tongue on the curve of your neck, his hips ramming into yours with so much force that the bed shook and knocked against the wall. You felt him gutter into you just moments later, the both of you out of breath and thoroughly fucked enough to forget your troubles.

"Feel better?" you asked, your head resting on Rhett's chest.

"Loads better," Rhett purred.

"Think you'll go back once a year from now on?"

Rhett kissed your lips and rolled on top of you, pressing you a bit further into the mattress. "For you darlin? Anything."

And ever since then, you never had a problem getting Rhett to go back to the doctor's office.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Can you write Michael having a crush on reader who's Henrietta's or pete's younger sister, maybe them being an overprotective older sibling.

CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE

i love this. especially since I am a protective older sibling. so this was super easy to write because I’ve had the pleasure of one of my best friends dating my little sister 😭

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Pete:

- You and Michael have been in a secret relationship for a few months now

- Truth be told, you were getting tired of having to keep it a secret, but Pete has showed disdain for you even thinking about dating his friend

- Now that dating Michael was a reality, you were scared every minute of the day thinking Pete was gonna find out

- It was 2 in the morning when you heard a familiar tune being tapped on your window

- It was your secret code with Michael, and you rushed out your bed and over to your window to let him in

- After greeting each other, you moved to your bed, enjoying each other’s company in almost silence, few words being spoken between you two

- You were laying on your side, Michael’s face buried in your chest as you just laid there

- Everything was peaceful, quiet. just the way you liked it

- That was, until you heard your bedroom door opening, and Pete calling your name to see if you were still awake

- You froze, breath hitching in your throat as your cheeks began to run red

- It didn’t take an idiot to see that you weren’t alone, another figure laying right by you

“Who the fuck is that?” Pete demanded, slamming your door open hard enough for it to knock into the wall. No words came from your mouth, unsure of how you were going to get yourself out of this position. Your lights flipped on, and Pete stomped to the bed, standing over your figure. “Who the fuck is it, (Y/n)?” your brother repeated, crossing his arms as he glared down at you. There was no use trying to come up with an excuse at this point, and all you could do was sigh as you moved the blankets down.

“It’s Michael, Pete. Don’t act like you’re my dad.” you said, rolling your eyes. Michael made no plans to move, keeping his head buried in your chest. Pete’s face contorted into one of disgust, then one of anger. “Dude, what the fuck, Michael? That’s my fucking sister.” the shorter goth hissed, frustration lacing his words. Your boyfriend sighed into your shirt, before turning his head just enough to look Pete in the eyes. “I know, and I know you don’t approve of it or whatever, but I’m not leaving just because you have a problem.” the curly headed goth stated, turning his head back to it’s previous position.

Pete sucked his teeth, his head beginning to hurt. You stayed silent through the interaction, unsure of what to do or say. “You’re a fucking asshole, Michael. I told you to stay the hell away from her. How long has this shit been going on?” Pete questioned, frustration dripping on his words. “Seven months.” you muttered, voice timid as you waited for his response. “Seven… months. Seven?!” Pete exclaimed, repeating your words back. “That’s what they said.” Michael’s voice piped up, muffled by your chest. Pete shot him an annoyed glare, not that your boyfriend could see anyway.

Shaking his head, your brother turned on his heel and began walking to your bedroom door. “Don’t come crying to me when he drops you, (Y/n). And Michael, if you ever hurt them in anyway, I’m going to rip your fucking teeth out. I don’t approve of this shit.” Pete spat, turning your lights off and slamming your door shut. You sighed, your own frustration boiling up. “You’re such a butthead.” you murmured to Michael, kissing the top of his head. He looked up to you, eyes half lidded as sleepyness filled his eyes. “I don’t care. I’d rather have a mad friend than not have you.” he replied, a tired smile crossing his features. You returned his grin, pressing a kiss to his forehead before resting your head back on the pillow. You’d have to deal with Pete in the morning, but for now, you were going to sleep with your boyfriend, and forget what happened.

Henrietta:

- Henrietta wasn’t as mad, but she was definitely aggravated

- She had known Michael for years, and obviously wasn’t gonna be happy over the fact he was dating her little sibling

- You couldn’t even try to get it a secret from her, she had found out way before you had planned on telling her

- Regardless, she wasn’t too happy about the situation, but knew better than to say anything to either of you

- He was her friend, you were her sibling, she didn’t want to ruin the relationship with either of y’all, so she kept her mouth shut

- Henrietta wasn’t going to make it easy for you, though

You were standing infront of Henrietta, arms out as she continued placing safety pins in the prototype of the dress you had on. One of her “payments” for staying quiet about your relationship was that she could use you whenever she needed a mannequin for something she was working on. You felt a sharp sting to your thigh, and you shot your older sister a glare. “That fucking hurt.” you griped, fighting the urge to cross your arms and possibly get stabbed by another pin. “You know what hurts,” she began, not even so much as looking at your face, “Is the fact that my childhood friend is dating my little sibling and they know how I feel about that, yet they still continue to date each other regardless of what I say.” she finished, placing yet another safety pin in the side of the dress.

Michael sat on the couch in her office, leaning his cheek into his palm. A stupid smirk was on his face as he watched you banter with Henrietta, you complaining about the fact you kept getting pricked and her stating her distaste for your relationship. “Well, if you’d stop moving, then you wouldn’t get stabbed.” Henrietta sighed, sitting back to study her pin work. “I think you just hate them.” Michael piped up from his position, taking amusement in the scene infront of him. Henrietta casted him a glare, a scowl breaching her face.

You, on the other hand, looked at him with a smile, nodding your head along to what he was saying. Henrietta turned her attention to you, shooting you the same glare. “I’ll stab you again, bitch. No hesitation.” she threatened, standing up from her sitting position. Michael snickered at your sudden face drop, watching the fear fill your eyes at your older sister’s words. “Stay here, I have to go grab some more fabric. And for God’s sake, Michael, stay on the couch and away from (Y/n). There’s so many pins in that dress, we’ll have to take you to a hospital if you decide to try and get handsy with them.” she warned, stepping out of the office.

You stood in silence, turning to face your boyfriend. “She’s kinda scary now that we’re dating.” you noted, using a hushed tone in case she was listening. “Kinda? This is probably one of the only times I’ve truly been too horrified to do anything but sit here.” Michael agreed, voice whispered to match your own. Still, he made a move to stand, quietly striding over to you. The curly haired man smiled at you, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. You happily reciprocated his actions, pressing your lips to his.

Hearing the familiar click of Henrietta’s heels, he placed one last kiss to your cheek before quickly returning to his previous position on the couch. Your sister walked through the door, shooting a mean look to Michael. “I don’t know if you think I’m an idiot, but I know what happened while I was gone.” she said, an accusatory tone on her words. You giggled, straightening your posture and Michael glanced away sheepishly, coughing to cover his own laugh. Henrietta sighed, resuming her place by your side as she picked up some pins. “You guys are gross.” she muttered, placing a pin in the dress on you. You flinched, groaning at the pain of the stab. “You did it again!” you cried out, exasperated at your sister. “I know, that was on purpose.” she replied nonchalantly, never stopping her work. “And I’ll do it again if you don’t stop sucking each other’s face in my house.” she added. You groaned, earning a soft laugh from Michael. This was going to be hell.

[notanerdyprude]

fun things i noticed rewatching npmd act 1:

sam sweetly was investigating richies death

richie messed with his fingers absentmindedly

everyone pronounces stephs last name correctly (law-ter) except the teacher (low-ter) because teachers cant pronounce peoples names correctly

pete is almost always curled into himself while steph is almost always sat more like. outward. i dont know how to describe it.

petes plaid on his suspenders and bowtie matches stephs flannel

stephanie wears a lot of jewellery

ruth and richie hold on to pete at the end of “literal monster”’s first chorus

the literal monster choreogrophy fucking SLAPS byw

richie is such a bitch “its LIPSCHITZ 🙄🙄” “i never intended to walk through your hallway”

richie keeps his hands under his armpits most of the time

graces little “mhm. mhm.” after she says “his name is jesus christ” >>>

max and grace nodding at eachother is never not going to be funny to me

kyle is max’s biggest hype-man. homosexual activity if you ask me.

ruth and the nerd in purple enter the stage hiding behind the bleachers during max’s verse

“next time youre going to cheat do it like a lauter and dont get caught” so solomon most likely got to his position illegally

“somebody WALKS to the office with STEPHANIE LAUTER 🙄” richie is a Bitch

ruth cares very deeply about library rules

she immediately stops caring about them as soon as stephanie lauter calls him

ruth rolls her eyes when richie starts his “aot > star wars shit”, so shes clearly heard this a shit ton before

petes jumper also matches stephanies foannel

pete is in the shadows for a good part of cooler than i think i am because he keeps walking through them

as soon as the bridge is done he goes from being in the light to beingbik the shadows again

peter can also be a bitch

max doesnt come from money

max started being a prick in 4th grade

jason seems to be an actually good dude.

max has a major god complex obviously but like. it is bad. it is BAD.

mark, despite being married to her, calls graces mom ‘mother’

graces mom also wears butterfly clips

richies side eye the second steph walks over im DECEASED.

richie looks so horrified by steph touching him

cooler than him tune plays when they walk into the boys bathroom

richie side-eyes people a lot

“steph-an-ie”

pete’s “grace 🙄” i love him hes so bitchy

hatchet town tune plays in the bg a lot

richie naruto runs into the waylon place

richie is VERY excited by the plan “WE’LL MAKE HIM SHIT HIS PANTS 😁”

petes a marvel nerd. he does both the hulk and spidermans gestures

richie is ruths wingman confirmed

richie fiddles with the little tassles on petes jacket

max is very good at puns

will is scarily good at sounding like blood is coming out of his mouth

pete has a very short temper

grace actively cheers for ruth after she cuts off max’s nips

stacy calls richie “mr. lipschitz”. for some reason.

THE HARMONIES IN GO GO NIGHTHAWKS ARE SO GOOD

richie calls jason jace :(( /pos

“theyre my bros for life” they said ONE nice thing to you get some standards i BEG

richies face immeidately dropping as soon as max says “richieee”

richies wearing 4 layers on top and a pair of shorts. transgender.

max’s blood is sparkly.

max shakes his hand after touching richie

max thinks people in the smoke club are cool

max locks the door on richie

he does the choreo from thriller by michael jackson

richies squeal after max makes him fall

max is heavy projecting onto richie

max seems genuinely pissed when richie says ‘im not a loser.’ he only chills when richie says ‘please don’t kill me’.

he taunts richie by calling him his actual name. he never called richie his real name, only shit-lips. false sense of security type shit.

[hayleymaltman]

Chapter 1: MIA

It’s been three days since Pete “Maverick” Mitchell went MIA. He was on a mission, flying over snowy terrains when he dropped off the map. While the Command Centre was trying to radio in to Maverick, everyone else was silent, forgetting to breathe. “Dagger One, do you copy?” Silence. “Dagger One, I repeat, do you copy?” Silence.

“Dibs not telling Admiral Kazansky.”

“Dude!”

After getting the call, Ice works endlessly, ruling out theories until he settles on the only one that makes sense. Maverick was taken. It makes Ice furious. Nobody touches his husband. Everybody in the Top Gun community knows not to fuck with Ice's loved ones. It’s basically a death wish and whoever has taken his husband will learn just how scary the Admiral is. That and the extent he will go to. He doesn’t care if it’s breaking the law, nobody takes Maverick and gets away with it. Even the good ones have a pressure point, and when poked, they snap.

“We have to get him back!” Rooster demands the minute he steps into the room, uncaring of the shocked and offended officials that sit at the round table. “Lieutenant, I am in the middle of a meeting-” Rooster cuts him off. “I do not care! My dad is out there somewhere, and nobody is doing anything about it!” He screams, his fists clenching at his side. “It’s been three days without anything that gives even a crumb to Maverick’s position. At this rate, I am ready to fly and do it myself.”

“That’s enough!” Cyclone barks, an order. Bradley bites his tongue, his back straightening and his shoulders setting. “As you can currently see, I am in the middle of an important meeting, I will talk to you after. Leave.” He demands, and Bradley stays still. Before Cyclone can say anything else, Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky is speaking.

“That won’t be needed, Vice Admiral.” Bradley smirks at the way Cyclone swallows. That’s right, you fucker. “Sir-” Tom holds up a hand. Cyclone shuts his mouth. “I’m sorry everyone, please continue your meeting.” He grips Bradley by the shoulders and steers him out of the conference room. “Bradley.” Tom starts and the brunette looks away, his jaw clenching. “I know you’re worried about Pete, but going about it this way does not get us anywhere. You just risked your career by back talking to an official of his ranking. If I hadn’t intervened, knowing you, you would’ve kept going. I need you to understand that I’m doing everything I can.”

Bradley looks down, desperately trying to fight the tears that threaten to fall. A sob tears out of his throat and soon he’s being pulled into a hug, strong arms wrapping him securely. Not suffocating, but grounding. “I just don’t want to lose him…” Ice hums, pressing a kiss to his messy curls. “You won’t lose him, Baby Goose. You know why? I will fight anyone and anything that stands in my way. Pete is my husband, and I’ll be damned if I don’t do something to get him back. And if I break a couple of laws? Then so be it. But things like this need time, because what if we rush in there, and Maverick’s dead because we couldn’t be patient?” It hurts him to say, and the look on Bradley’s face says it all. Life wouldn’t be the same if Pete “Maverick” Mitchell-Kazansky wasn’t in it.

Chapter 2

[grudgecollector]

swelter | brandon mayhew

Pairing: Brandon “Badger” Mayhew / Reader

Request: Can u please write for badger again !! ❤️❤️ maybe one where he gets the reader a kitten or just general fluff like that 😍

Words: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: straight up just fluff, swearing

A/N: (for anyone who doesn’t use Fahrenheit, the temperate in the fic is 36 Celsius)

The thought of this man cradling a little kitten in his arms literally warms my heart so much. thank you so much for your request. 

Also I’m not even kidding I cry every time I come in contact with cats (which is not often) because I love them so much, and they always remind me of my childhood cats who I still greatly miss. 

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It was currently one of the hottest days of the summer, a peak of 98 and slowly climbing as the sun continued to beat down on the asphalt streets and cracked concrete sidewalks. 

The air inside your car is suffocating when you get inside, every single surface stinging your skin when you touch it. You were cautious when reaching for the seatbelt, careful not to touch the metal as you click it into place. Even the air that blasts through the vents in your car is boiling hot, making it feel like your face would melt before the air finally cools and makes your car more comfortable to sit in. 

“Fuck.” You sigh, feeling your sweat soak into the back of your black work shirt making it stick to your back. 

You turn up the radio a little, your thumbs tapping on the steering wheel as you drive. You were lucky to live so close to where you work, not even a twenty minute drive and you were home. 

Pulling into the driveway you noticed Pete’s car was parked right behind Brandon’s, which was certainly not an unusual sight. Pete was always over at your house and vice versa with Brandon being at Pete’s, especially when you were at work and he had nothing to do. 

Your brakes squealed as you parked your car, the instant you opened the door you could feel all the cool air be sucked from the inside. The heat immediately soaked back into your clothes again as you walk to the front door, spinning your lanyard around letting it wrap completely around your hand a few times. 

When you step inside the house your eyes instinctively land on the empty couch, thinking you would see the both of them watching something together, but instead you hear voices come from elsewhere in the house. 

“It’s so tiny, yo. Man’s, like, the size of a baseball or some shit.” You heard Pete’s voice come from the kitchen. 

“I know dude, I didn’t think they got so small.” Brandon’s raspy voice answers, “Holy shit.”  

You furrow your brows, laughing quietly to yourself as you toe off your shoes. You drop your lanyard on the coffee table and make your way towards their voices, feeling your heart jump when you hear a small squeaking meow. 

“Uh- what was that?” You ask from the entrance to the kitchen, Brandon was standing at the sink with his back to you, the sleeves of his jacket rolled up his forearms while Pete was sitting on the counter next to him. 

Pete looks up from the sink and waves at you, “Yo! Never thought you’d show.” He smiles kindly, as was Pete’s nature. 

“Oh hey! Look!” Brandon says, picking something up and slowly turning around “Found this little dude outside. Look at his little face!” Brandon practically coos, holding a sopping wet black and white kitten out for you to see. 

Clearly the small kitten was the runt of the litter, with how it fit so easily in Brandon’s hand, tiny meows coming from it as it struggled to look up at you. It looked young too, probably no more than two weeks old.

“Brandon what-” Your heart swelled when you were interrupted by a high pitched meow “Oh my god…” 

Skinny Pete drops down from the counter handing you a bath towel and soon enough the kitten was being placed in your arms for you to dry. You gently rubbed the soft towel on its wet fur, its green eyes looking up at you as you dry its head. It made you tear up a little as you continued to stare down at the little thing.

“Where did you even find him?” You ask while carefully petting the kitten’s small head, listening to it continue to let out soft mews, most likely hungry.

“Well… After you left this morning for work I kept hearing this sound outside. Thought it might be Mrs. Mary's cats from across the street, so I totally brushed it off. But, like, an hour later I heard it again, loud as hell outside the bedroom window.” 

The kitten let out a yawn as Brandon continued his explanation, making the three of you chuckle.

“It was, like, twelve or some shit when I got out of bed and went to check it out. Little guy had himself wedged up under the back porch. Probably to get out of the heat for sure ‘cause it was already starting to get hot outside by the time I got out there.” 

Pete nudged a plastic shopping bag with his hand, “I went by the pet store and got some stuff.” He crosses his arms with a proud nod, “Toys and shit. No food, though, cause little homie can’t eat that yet.”

“We should probably take him to the vet and see if he has a chip, and probably get a checkup to see if he’s okay.” You suggest. 

And so after a quick conversation of who was paying you were off to the vet.

—

Two months later you woke up with a purring furball jumping on top of you, laying himself down on your pillow, his tail tickling against your nose as it flicked over your face. He meowed once, and you watched as he stood back up and tucked himself under Brandon’s chin, rubbing the top of his head against his jaw before meowing again. 

Your boyfriend groaned quietly in his sleep, his hand moving from where it had been laying on your forearm to lazily stroke the cat’s fur. 

“What is it, Data?” Brandon rasped.

“Think he’s hungry.” You answer quietly, Data meows again, pushing his head against your hand when you reach over to pet him. 

“When isn’t he hungry?” 

After a few minutes of laying in bed and petting the black and white furball you decided it was finally time to get up and feed him. You leaned over and kissed Brandon on the cheek before throwing the sheets off your legs and picking up your meowing trouble maker. 

“G’morning.” Brandon murmurs, cracking open his eyes just a little to look up at you with a tired smile. 

“Good morning.” You chuckle, “You want breakfast? Or are you gonna sleep?” 

He takes a few seconds to think over your question, “Breakfast sounds good… Eggs?” 

“I can make bacon too.”  

“I’ll be up in a few minutes, if I can stay awake.” He answers quietly, sucking in a breath as he stretches his arms over his head. 

Data meows in your arms again, making you look at him and see his big green eyes staring at you expectantly. You just shake your head and chuckle, setting him down on the floor and walking out the bedroom with him trailing close behind, meowing happily with almost every step he takes.

[dragonmuse]

(Ok, I know I got an ask about Lucius and Izzy's end getting Charlie's late night drunk texts and the phone call that would come after, but I cannot find it for the life of me. If it was you, I'm sorry, but here is your answer!)

Charlie: youleft someones out of that list. What the duck happens when you actually care what then?????? 

Lucius had been awake when the message came through. He'd only walked in the door a half-hour ago, actually and had only just gotten comfortable. Izzy was asleep in the bedroom, so he'd stayed in the living room so as not to wake him. It would annoy Izzy in the morning, most likely. He preferred to get up, but Lucius worried about him losing too much sleep. One of their little push-pull arguments.

The message was...unsettling. Charlie had texted him a few times over the past few years. Usually scheduling things for Stede since Lucius was his calendar keeper. Sometimes very random asides as if Charlie while doing whatever mysterious college jock things had plucked a fact from the air so specific he had to direct it to a singular audience. It was a bizarre, if somewhat charming, affectation.

This was neither bizarre nor charming. Lucius' blood ran cold.

Lucius: what happened? 

He waited, in tense silence for the reply. Maybe it was nothing, Maybe it was a misfired text. But it hadn't been that long ago that Charlie had reminded him of the existence of a napkin. A few short lines. A poor stand in for a real conversation, Lucius now realized. Shit.

Charlie: nothing. Just. maybe broke my own heart a little. No big.  

No big. Lucius typed quickly.

Lucius: where are you?

Charlie: outside  

That boded well. Shit shit shit.

Lucius: I’m calling and you’re picking up.  

It was clear from Charlie's voices that he was in an altered state. His usual chipper tone with others and even his more sardonic coolness with Lucius had been flattened into mush. Lucius carefully talked him home, trying not to ask if he was getting closer every five seconds. He only breathed a little easier when Charlie had clearly reached his dorm room, sound of a door slamming and bedsprings creaking.

“I’ve got nothing in me,” he said simply. “I’m not anyone. I’m...water.” 

Lucius had not signed on for this when he'd agreed to mix drinks for a weird dude in a lavender waistcoat. He had not signed on to care like this.

“You’re not nothing-" And then there was Izzy. God he was fucking quiet sometimes. "Hey, goblin."

"Who is that?" Izzy asked, sitting down besides him. "S'not Bonnet is it? At this hour?"

"No, it’s not."

"Something I can help with?

"No. Go back to bed."

"Pete?"

"No. No, it’s Charlie. He’s having a rough night,"Lucius put his hand over the receiver.

Izzy's eyes glittered in the dark. "Let me talk to him."

"I-" Lucius started to protest. But Izzy and Charlie had always had an understanding. Maybe a second friendly voice would help. "Yeah, all right.”  He dropped his hand back down, I’m putting you on speaker. I didn’t tell him anything.” 

“What?” Charlie sounded like he was asking from the bottom of a very deep well.

“Chuck.” 

“Hi,” Charlie said sheepishly. “Sorry to wake you up.” 

“Shut up,” Izzy snapped so hard it startled Lucius. “You are not nothing.” 

“No, right,” Charlie's words fell over each other and Lucius dropped his head in his hands. Oh yeah, of course, Izzy was so fucking comforting. Great idea. “Just drunk ramblings. I’ll sleep it off. Sorry again. I’ll just go-” 

“Don’t you fucking dare. How long have you felt this way?” 

“Uh, no way. Nothing. Nope,”  

“You are not nothing,” Izzy repeated, softer this time. He moved closer to Lucius. “Why would you ever think that?” 

“Because I feel like it sometimes. Just sometimes. It’s so much easier to not care. To not let it sink in. To be fine.” 

“But you’re not fine,” Izzy said like he'd just found out someone was gong to die.  

“No. I don’t think I am. I think I was just really cruel to someone I like a lot.” 

“Yeah,” Lucius cut in, matching Izzy's new tone. “Been there. But that’s what sorrys are for.” 

“I think maybe I’m really angry. Like...a lot angry.” 

“Sounds about right,” Izzy nodded.

“And sad?” Lucius guessed, putting an arm around Izzy's shoulders, drawing him in. Okay, first instinct was right, good job self.

“Yeah, think I’m really fucking sad too. That might be the vodka talking though.” 

“Drink some water,” Lucius advised. It couldn't hurt and it would buy them both a second to think.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.  For all this.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” Izzy leaned heavily into Lucius' embrace.

“We all get low sometime. I’m glad you reached out instead of holding it in.” Lucius offered.

“I think I’m a ghost sometimes. Like I’m just drifting, you know?” 

The world dropped out from under Lucius' feet. Anything he might've said was snatched from his tongue.

“You aren’t a ghost,” Izzy said without hesitation. “They’re dead and you’re one of the most alive people, I know.” 

“I am?”

“You  are,” Izzy paused, the way he always did before he dove in deep. Lucius braced himself. “You’re a clever, sharp-tongued little bastard with enough energy for ten people. You love people so quietly. Care too fucking much.”  

And fuck, that was true. Charlie was stealth in the way he cared about people. He had no idea Izzy had noticed that. They'd never actually talked about the kid much. Running along parallel tracks like they did sometimes though, they'd both seen the same things.

“I don’t-” 

“We see it,” Lucius rushed to pick up the thread, to affirm it. “We see you, Charlie. Trying to save everyone’s feelings and not making a scene. Letting your sister take the spotlight. Hiding the hard parts of yourself from your parents.  Trying so hard not to be a burden. I know. I know how it feels. But we see you.” 

“Oh god." And that was pain. It sounded to Lucius exactly like a mug smashed against a floor.

“Yeah, heavy shit,” He said thickly. “And you’re probably too out of it to hear all of it.” 

“I’m sending you an email in the morning,” Izzy took up where Lucius' silence fell. “You’re going to answer it when you wake up. If you don’t, I’m showing up at your fucking door next. Understood?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I will.” 

It was hard to hang up. Lucius considered leaving the line open, but it was clear after a few more minutes that Charlie had lapsed into a dead sleep.

"Fuck," Izzy groaned.

"Did you know..."

"No. He was normal last time he was here. Texted me last week about something he wanted me to read. I wish I'd asked him something. Anything."

"I don't think he would've said anything anyway," Lucius reached for a tissue, awkwardly because he wasn't letting go of Izzy to do it. "Sounds like whatever happened tonight ripped something off. Opened something up. What are you going to send him?"

"Donna's got a practice group down there that she works with sometimes. Only know because she mentioned going to visit once."

"Oh good, yeah, do that," Lucius sighed. "You came in at the clutch, I don't know if I would've figured out what to say."

"You always know what to say when people are like that," Izzy contended.

"I didn't just then," he admitted even though it was hard.

"Why not?"

"Because I've had that drunk night. Well, I was high as fuck, but yeah. I think I made that phone call even. But no one picked up."

Izzy took Lucius' hand in his. Held on. "Yeah. I didn't even pick up the phone."

"A part of me wants to fly down there like right now."

"Me too. We could."

"Yeah, I'm sure he'd love that. He'll probably wake up furious at himself. Maybe at us."

"Maybe."

They both considered the phone that was still Lucius' other hand for a long minute.

"No," Lucius sighed. "If nothing else, it would alert Stede that something was up and I don't want to go through an elaborate song and dance to throw him off the scent."

"We'll check up on him."

"I think I prefer your other brat's problems more. At least when she fucks up, you can just shoot it," Lucius joked weakly. "And it's over."

"They aren't my brats," Izzy contended. "They're both adults for fuck's sake and we know who brought tonight's problem into the world."

"Ugh. I'm going to have a hard time not blurting this out to him, to be honest. He should know his kid is having a crisis."

"If Charlie found out you told someone, he'd never reach out again," Izzy pointed out.

"No, I know. You're right. Shit. I'm never going to fall asleep."

Izzy squeezed his hand. "So let's not. Go for a walk?"

It'd be cold. Winter had settled hard over the city. The only thing that would be open might be a pharmacy. No where to go really.

"Yeah, okay."

They bundled up and walked into the late night hum of the neighborhood. Izzy kept to Lucius' pace, whatever thoughts he had turned inward. Lucius didn't say anything either for a few blocks. It was only as they waited for the light to turn, a few cabs screaming past warning not to go early, that he said,

"I haven't felt that way for a very long time. For the record."

"Hm?" Izzy glanced up at him, then seemed to process that. "Good. Cause I see you too, pup."

"Yeah, I know," he kissed Izzy's temple, just once, ever so softly. "I see you too."

They didn't sleep. It was a restless uncomfortable night until Charlie replied in the morning, apparently awake and having made an appointment.

"Going to call out," Izzy decided.

"You know what? Me too."

They fell asleep as the rest of the city got around to waking up, Lucius' hand wrapped around Izzy's wrist and his phone in his other hand. Just in case.

[let-this-ship-sink-already]

“Whenever Z stans, Tomdaya’s/whatever run out of arguments, they pull the racism card. It’s old news. 🤡”

First of all, I’m not a Tom stan, he is boring and not talented.

Second one, so you really think racism is an old new?

Wow. So amazing. Thanks for roasting yourself! Good to know you don’t care at all about black lives.

And to the other black people who also support this account, open your eyes, this blog is fucking harmful.

Again, tumblrina, if you wanna come for someone for being in a PR relationship, go for Kim K and Pete. I’m pretty sure that will be more fun than hating on a black woman.

And yes, it is a big deal, with this blog you are allowing many people to hate freely on a woc… which is disgusting and awful.

If you really care about black people, stop doing this, stop hating on a black woman just because she is dating the dude who you want to fuck. It’s very immature.

Anyways, I guess black lives don’t matter anymore…

„Zendaya is talentless“ = Black lives don’t matter?

If I were black, I would be ashamed that someone pulls the racism card on something so unimportant and trivial. People die because of racism every single day, but Zendaya ain’t gonna drop dead because I call her a bad actress. Please consider your words before you actually use them.

[ryuutchi]

VegasPete Chapter-by-Chapter: Chapter One

Chapter 1

We open in media res– in a warehouse, a distressed Pete holds a gun on Vegas and Porsche. Vegas tries to talk Pete down, but whatever he’s learned or believes is upsetting enough that he points the gun at Vegas. Pete is openly crying, and Vegas thinks it’s his fault.

Porsche takes the moment of distraction to lunge at Pete and grab the gun. The three grapple for it until an underling calls out to tell them the main family’s about to show up. Porsche manages to grab the gun and pull the trigger. Pete collapses and Porsche manhandles Vegas out of the warehouse while underlings toss some smoke bombs to cover their escape, leaving Pete alone.

FLASHBACK: VEGAS

It is 3am, Venice is crying, and Vegas is annoyed. As babies are wont to do, Venice cries for attention. And when he’s hungry. Or tired. Or upset. 

(“Didn't your parents teach you better? What the heck!” thinks Vegas. My dude, you ARE his parents.)

Pete tries to get up, and Vegas handcuffs him to the bed. Pete cusses him out and punches Vegas but it just reminds him of good times. Vegas gets Pete to jerk him, while Venice continues to cry. Pete complains and struggles– Vegas apparently keeps the first belt he hit Pete with in the bedside drawer for extra fun. He hits Pete with it a few times and then fucks him without lube. Please note: Pete’s only complaint here is that Venice is hungry, and he wants to check on the baby. Vegas likes Pete’s teary face, and jerks him off.

Finally done, Pete grouses at Vegas until Vegas finally unlocks the handcuff so he can get up and make a bottle for the baby. According to Vegas, Venice is a perfect sweet angel for Pete and a complete brat otherwise. Even Macau has been fooled into thinking Venice is cute! Watch out, Venice, spoiled brats get bullied >:(

The next morning, Pete tells Venice and Vegas they look alike. Venice cries. Macau thinks this is hilarious, so he and Pete go through a photo album he digs up. Vegas is in domestic AU hell. Pete hands him unspecified “medicine” and we learn Vegas has a late meeting with Porsche.

Vegas drops Macau off at university. But he doesn’t go to the company offices. In fact, he doesn’t have a late night meeting with Porsche. But he is… spending the whole day with Porsche. The pair smoke and drink whiskey on a couch and worry that Kinn and Pete will notice they’ve both been coming home late. 

“Should we be more careful?” wonders Porsche. 

“It’s already gone this far,” Vegas replies.

Porsche says he’s already hurting Kinn. They’re turning into demons.

No, they’re not, Vegas says. “But…”

[Translation credits @500od4 on Twitter and vegas__luv on Wattpad]

[sebsxphia]

But can you just imagine a new tram arriving at TOPGUN, they were supposed to be there for the uranium project but had to go dark, but they're there for the next project. They are an incredible well synced team, having been working together for a few years and being so good the navy didn't want them separated. They go to the Hard Deck for drinks when they arrive, where dagger squad is already convining, and already knowing a few of them (Phoenix, Rooster, Fanboy) they join them. Confidently Hangman introduces himself as the only active pilot with 2 confirmed kills under his belt with his usual cocky smirk. Only for the team to raise their eyebrows and smirk at him, you stay quiet and just roll your eyes at him but your teammate pipes up "Well, (callsign) here has three as of last week. All from the same mission." His smirk instantly drops and he's staring in disbelief. Phoenix smiles to herself and wraps you in a hug, having missed you and asking about your last mission. You explain how you weren't supposed to be going dark that long, that it was a complete shitshow and suicide mission but if you were anything you were your fathers (Pete Mitchell) daughter and did everything in your power to get your squad back safe and alive. You also tore into the Admiral who sent you on the mission, costing you a promotion but you didn't care. Jake is listening in the background and is completely enthralled with you and makes it his mission to get to know you. He becomes even more determined the next day in training when you and your team mangage to get a kill on Mav during dog fighting

DUDE IF JAKE MET SOMEONE THAT WAS CLEARLY WAY BETTER THAN HIM???

oh my god.

this dynamic is everything. he would want to know everything about you and learn all of your moves and understand just how you do it. but it’s still jake, so it’s laced with sarcasm and snide remarks. he’s not letting down his guard and his ego that easily. but he can’t stop thinking about you. he has to always be where you are, always knowing what you’re up to and who you’re with.

i absolutely adore this!! thank you so so much for this incredible thought my beloved anon!! mwah!! 💌💖

[tucychenford]

Okay... okay... I have thoughts. Can't promise they'll all make it out coherently but here they go...

OH MY GOD!!!

Ok... next thought... I'm glad that the promo last week wasn't shameless bait. I was very annoyed assuming it was gonna be. I'm pleased to be wrong. If anything that promo under sold it.

So I know it wasn't a "real" kiss but I feel safe in stating that we seem to be officially crossed the threshold into "feelings" territory. No more misreading things to fit our narrative... we are validated gosh darnit!! I think it started last week during the fake proposal for Lucy, and then this week Tim was clearly effected by that kiss.

I love Dim. I hope to see him in more episodes (real Dim not just Tim undercover as Dim) he was hilarious. Wish we got more of Juicy (also was that supposed to be her real name? Kinda seemed like Tim was implying that lol)

Now for Lucy's how we met scenario. I can't imagine that's the first time she cooked that running from the cops fantasy up in her head. It was way too quick and sexually charged to be just coming to her in the moment lol. I'm here for it. And I look forward to reading the fanfica it will inevitably inspire (*hint hint to any fic writers out there hehe* 😉)

And now for the kiss... ahrkuwj hhdidjnekdiwihsjc!!! 🤯😭😵‍💫😵😵... I think that sums that up.

Also note Lucy headed directly to her bedroom post-kiss... ahem... I'm just saying... (fic writers where you at? 😜)

As for the rest if the episode. Highlights include everyone gathering around the computer to check out Dim's mugshot haha.

I loved seeing Nelle and Adam Tudyk back again! And going strong! I've said it before... I hate how much I don't hate Pete Davidson, lol. The dude has charm and he's hilarious and I can begrudgingly see why every random woman in Hollywood wants to date him lol.

I really wish I cared about Nolan's storylines... I genuinely began watching this show due to the sole fact that I love and adore Nathan Fillion. I don't get why they remove him from so much of the storyline for the finales of his own show... I mean yes obviously he had the main storyline this time but he was still removed from the rest of the cast... why??? Season one finale was more about Tim getting infected... season 3 finale he spent the episode dealing with a lawsuit which should have been a filler storyline in a random non-finale episode, while the rest of the cast was busy doing more important things. I love Nolan. I do. I don't care about his stories and I hate that.

Bailey... ugh. Ofcourse... ofcourse she's perfectly able to fight off two people with guns no big deal! Did we have any doubt? 🙄

I'm wondering if Thorsten will be back next season. The actor posted about the finale on instagram and it seemed kinda like a goodbye post. And now Harper won't be a training officer anymore. Happy about her and Lopez continuing to work together though!

One gripe... it seemed a little unfinished. The end of Nolan's shootout seemed a bit rushed to cram into the last few minutes of the show and they just drop Tim and Lucy from the episode altogether after the kiss. Thought they were going undercover? Eh, oh well. I'm happy with what we got

If nothing else feelings have officially been realized.

[so-emo-i-fell-apart]

Hi I'm newish with FOB can you suggest some songs and maybe explain what's happening rn?

Hello Anon! Absolutely!

Right away a good place to start if you're overwhelmed is the Believers Never Die Volumes 1 and 2. Kinda a highlight reel, has all the popular songs. I'm the kind of person who likes to hear a band in order when I deep dive into them so Evening out with your girlfriend is also a good place to start, though many of us pretend this doesn't exist and to the best of my knowledge they don't play any of the songs live. If you prefer to skip then of course hop right into Take this to your grave. Ik you said SOME songs but I really love everything theres no such thing as a bad FOB song. If you're looking for what they might play at a concert I haven't been to a show where Dance Dance, Sugar, or Thnks Fr Th Mmrs haven't been played. And Every show I've been to has closed with Saturday.

Onto today's news. I'm sure you've already heard that a single dropped yesterday called "Love From The Other Side" Its wonderful. Album is coming out March 24th. the main news today is about Joe.

Quick rundown on the members Patrick is the singer and sometimes rhythm guitarist some times pianist whatever he's gotta do. Fun fact he originally played drums which is why we have the wonderful drum off video. Anyways he overheard Joe (who we will circle back to) talking in a book store and in true Patrick fashion jumped into the conversation. Joe invites him to play with him and Pete and thats where they get their start. Pete is the bassist, frontman, and screamer/some backing vocals he has written most of the songs and had been in a few bands previous which is how he knew Joe (and Andy but we'll get to that later), there's a lot of info on Pete but were just doing the basics so moving on. Joe is the lead guitar and does some backing vocals as well, as mentioned before Fall Out Boy basically only exists because of him. At the very beginning the three went through a couple of rhythm guitarists and drummers before Patrick took up rhythm guitar and enter Andy Hurley. Andy is from Milwaukee and knew Pete from shows he would travel to there. Andy is the drummer and all around cool dude.

Anyways back to the news about Joe. Last night he posted on both his personal instagram and the Fall Out Boy Instagram that he was going to be taking a break due to his mental health. Yes it's not ideal timing but anyone who has any sort of mental illness knows it goes downhill randomly and it doesn't care whats going on. I for one am thankful he has recognized that he needs this break instead of trying to push through this and only getting worse. There will be jokes here and there, because this is fob they are goofy nerds, but in general we are respecting Joe's decision and hoping for him to feel better. I'm not sure how far the other three are going to go without him. Like interviews and what not that they're already scheduled for probably will still happen as we saw with jimmy kimmel last night. As of right now as no tour is scheduled I think they will at least hold off until he's back for that but it's really up to Joe and the rest of the band for what will happen with all of this.

As always please be respectful of Joe while he's away.

Hope this helps anon!

[zaenight]

HIS GIRL CHAPTER 12

FINALE

MICHELLE RODRIGUEZ AS MARISOL ESPINOZA

"Hey guys, what are you doing?" Pete questioned seeing the three signing baseballs.

"Arts and crafts." Josè said sarcastically as Gabriella laughed.

"Are you forging signatures?" Pete asked.

"What does it look like scrub." Gabriella said raising a brow.

"You wanna help?" Brad asked him.

"No the team bus just pulled up,  Don't let the players catch you." Pete said as Gabriella scoffed.

"Who do you think we're doing it for scrub,they don't have time to sign all the stuff people want. " Josè said with a scoff.

"Yeah lou needs a dozen balls for the front office , He always lets us sign a few extra and keep them as tips." Brad explained.

"Fake Autographs , not much of a tip." Pete said as Gabriella laughed , José gave pete a look , before kicking his feet up , showing off his sneakers , and Gabriella showed off a very beautiful necklace.

"See these , traded for them with that sneaker rep who comes through here every week , got Gabriella that necklace , and where do you think stay puft got that mp3 player." José explained with a scoff , arm around gabriella.

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After Gabriella laughed at José being called a butt monkey by Pete , Josè playfully pinching her , pete had asked why no one signed deans name , it's because he's to hard to please.

Lou then called for them , and they were on thefe way.

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"Sorry Pops , me and José are going to a friends house." Gabriella said to her father , who raised a brow.

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Gabriella,José,and Betsy were watching a movie , laughing and talking about stupid stuff they did , untill the door bell rang.

"That your mom?" Gabriella asked.

"Mom's don't ring doorbells,but pizza boys do , im starving." Betsy said as Gabriella and José glanced at eachother getting up as Betsy answered the door.

"When did we order pizza?" Gabriella questioned as José shrugged.

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After Betsy's Probation left , Gabriella got a call from Carmen that Her father had been arrested for getting into a fight at the bar , it was then that Her and José headed off to the police station.

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"Ok, has estado actuando de manera extraña últimamente, papá. ¿Estás bien? Quiero decir, ¿metiéndote en peleas en bares? En serio." Gabriella said entering her house after José dropped her off.

(Ok you've been acting weird lately dad , are you ok , I mean getting into bar fights , seriously?)

"Tu viejo simplemente tomó un poco demasiado, estoy bien, Gabriella." Carlos said as he fixed his shirt collar.

(Im ok kid , your old man just drank a bit too much)

Gabriella scoffed out a laugh , before nodding.

"Why were you drinking pops , you only drink when somthing stresses you out,is it about,is this about carmen breaking off the engagement , because in her defense you were a sneaking , cheating douchebag , and a dick , which is well deserved , speaking of im going over there next week ." Gabriella said raising a brow.

"Ok first of all no , me and Carmen agreed it would be - the point is it was mutual - yeah , listen don't freak out , but uh - she - your." Carlos was cutoff by a door opening , and footsteps treading down the stairs,a woman revealed herself,someone Gabriella never wanted to see again.

"Mom?" She said with a voice crack halfway through.

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"AND THEN SHE TRIED TO HUG ME LIKE SHE DIDN'T LEAVE FOR FOURTEEN YEARS , LIKE SHE WASN'T A DRUGGIE WHO WAS ALWAYS COKED UP , IT - It was never her taking care of me , She always relied on pops , who I can't believe let her in the house." Gabriella ranted to José and Betsy , who were leaving the police station , the three went to the movies , and on the train , betsy bumped into a dude , who did not take the apology he was given , in fact , José grabbed him , demanding him to apologize , now they are leaving the station.

"And now , now she's living with us , she had nothing to do with us , no letters , calls , birthday cards , nothing!" Gabriella exclaimed as Besty whistled , and José wrapped his arm around him.

"Well you can stay with me Mi amor." He said kissing her forhead.

"I don't know if i should be jealous , or if I want to gag." Betsy said scrunching her nose.

Gabriella laughed Jumping on José's back , her mother coming back will not , and I repeat NOT , put a damper on her mood.

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Her mood was then dampered by Her father informing her that not only will she be spending time with her so called birth giver , Carlos stated that She had to do so on the week she would be spending with carmen.

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"Gabriella - ." The woman said before being cutoff.

"Luca , It's Luca , Marisol ." The girl said , spitting her Mother's name out , with alot of spite.

"I mean seriously I haven't seen you since I was four , and from what I do remember , you were too coked up to care." Gabriella said with eyes tearing up , voice cracking , and suddenly home wasn't to homey.

"José , Now really isn't a good - what the hell do you mean Betsy said her Parole officer said she can't see us anymore!" Gabriella said on the phone , untill her door opened and José walked in dropping his phone pulling her into a hug.

"Ok im not the kind of guy to tear up , but you look like your crying for another reason." José said running his hand through her hair.

"I-That-HER!" Gabriella grumbled out as Marisol opened the door.

"Hi Im Marisol Espinoza , Gabriella's mother and you are , The boyfriend , José , Carlos is fond of you , however im not , Especially when your in her room." Marisol said with a glare.

"No , no , you are the last person to say ANYTHING about my relationships , oh you missed the girl talk , the sex talk , which by the way , i've already done , no more virginity , the period talk , I - I think you get the idea." Gabriella hissed out , and Poor José was just standing there awkwardly.

"I'm José marquez , but you already knew that , Gabriella and I are together , and will stay together , She's my bestfriend , and Im hers' , ma'am." José coughed out.

"I , Look we have to go see our friend , and deal with other issue's." Gabriella stated.

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"José,Gabriella,what are you two doing here?"Betsy said as they entered her po's office .

"Just making something clear, You gotta problem with me or Luca , You come talk to me, don't hide behind her." José stated to the older man , over time he grew to enjoy Betsy's company as a little sister , also happy that Gabriella finally had a female friend.

"Hey can I -" Betsy was cutoff by mr. parole officer , who said she was on his clock , "Mr. Marquez , Tavares , talk whats going on." he said.

"What He means to say , is Who the hell do you think you are , and why does betsy have to stop this friendship we have going on, Sir." Gabriella stated with a stern tone.

"You don't know how hard this girl has worked , she has more rocks than any players we know , and you can't tell her not to see us." José said.

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After it was revealed that he never said anything about her not seeing them , it was revealed that Betsy had said it all with no manipulation needed.

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"Can't believe her , why did she do it?" Gabriella said on the phone to José, she was off of work , and at a soccer practice meet.

"Don't know , she's screwed up , and here come's pete , love you amor , see you soon?" He replied back.

"también te amo, cariño." Gabriella said with a smile , hanging up , it was then that she had walked to her car , a note on her windshield spooked her.

"Tell Pete to Pay me what I want , Or else." She said outloud.

"Fucking Pete !" She exclaimed getting in her car.

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Arriving the stadium to watch her Father's game , meeting up with Marisol , who after the last time , decided that she needed to approach her teenage daughter differently , and so the two are on slightly better terms.

Her father caught the ball , as he ran and threw it he fell over another player , his face had pain written all over it .

"DAD!" Gabriella yelled jumping out of the dugout , José not far behind.

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"Relax , Im fine kid , a sprained wrist , but uh , I have a bacterial infection in the lining of my stomach , and some pretty severe bleeding , got an ulcer , have to monitor my diet." Carlos said over the phone ,to Gabriella,Marisol , and José.

"That is not ok pops! , jesus what about that screams im fine!" Gabriella exclaimed as Carlos said to calm down and he'll be home in a few hours.

Marisol gave Gabriella a hug goodbye , as carlos needed a ride home.

As José comforted Gabriella , she then told him about the note , which pissed him off , so now he was heading straight for pete.

"What do you want?" Gabriella said as Betsy appeared .

"I want to talk to the two of you." she said.

"Got nothing we wanna hear you say." José said as she grabbed both their hands.

"I want to explain somthing to you two like a couple of adults , now hear me out." Betsy explained.

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After all was forgiven , They had a new task.

"Hey scrub , first of all , got a note on my car , not happy about that , but secondly , little birdy just told us you got in way over your scrawney little head." Gabriella smirked , placing her arms around both of their shoulders.

"Yeah so what?" Pete said.

"So we thought you could use some swimming lessons." José smirked.

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And then then trio were off to find the ticket master who pete pissed off.

"I don't think going to his job is such a good idea ." Pete said as Gabriella scoffed.

"Never let the other guy pick the time or the place cause it gives him to much control." José explained.

"This guy's crazy and dangerous." Pete said.

"Yeah we'll be the judges of that , this the place?" Gabriella said with a glare.

"This is the address on his card , We're looking for Dwight." Pete said as they entered the place.

A white male dropped some boxes as he saw them obviously spooked , as he nodded his head towards the back of the shop.

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"The hell you doing here." Dwight said.

"Give him the money." José said to Pete.

As Pete gave the envolpe , dwight demanded more.

"Sorry cupard boy that's all your gonna get." José said up in his face.

"Get out of my way." Dwight said to him.

"Or what? , you gonna hit me dwight?" José said , saying he's been looking for a fight , as Gabriella rolled her eyes stepping back, boys.

"Keep it down , my uncles gonna hear you , if he finds out im scalping tickets , he's gonna fire my ass." Dwight said as José yelled to hit him.

Gabriella let out a laugh as José made a Face , Saying Pete was a loser for not dealing with hired help , which pissed off dwight , who threw a punch , luckily José doged it pinning the other boy to the gate.

"Now listen up dwight ,this is how it's gonna be for now on , no more threats , no more phone calls, and if i even smell you around my girl , your dead." José hissed in his ear.

"Don't come back to my house , you leave my sister alone."Pete said.

"Especially leave his sister alone , or else , it won't be José you'll have to worry bout , it'll be me asshole." Gabriella hissed out , stepping forward.

After José released him , the trio went on there way , and that my friends was the end to the adventure of the batboy's ... oh and batgirl.

In the end , Pete and Betsy young tracked down their dead beat father , regreting it soon after , now Pete was one of the best players that ever existed,marrying his first love Jessie , after they realized what could be fixed in their relationship , Betsy became a mother of two children, and married one of the nicest men possible , ending her bad love luck.

Brad did infact become The manager for the Empire's , Ellis was one of his best players.

Dean Married Pete's mom after the reunited years later , much to his amazment , and dismay , José's mom Opened up her very own library , holding nightly bookclub meeting,Lou became one of the most ellagable bacholers , at his old age , somehow.

Marisol checked herself in to an institute to get help for her drug problem , Gabriella visits her often , their relationship was decent for a mother and daughter.

Carlos was healed of his ulcer , and now watches his diet , he also rekindled his relationship with Carmen , the two tying the not , and soon after , Marcelo Tavares was born , Oh how Gabriella adored her baby brother.

She also got Mike back finally , Pink paint and glitter was everywhere , he then went on to be Pete's agent.

Most of the Players stayed and played for the Empire's , The clubhouse had changed and grown , but the family that resided inside stayed the same.

And José and Gabriella? well the two of them Eventually got married and had Four childern , yes four , Marcus , celia,Jesuś, and Nadiá Marquez.

José became another one of Empire's greatest players , he accomplished his dream , with his girl right by his side.

Gabriella became one of the best female soccor players , their children also following behing , playing sports was in the family , walking down the Aisle with her crying father to her equally emotional future husband was one of the best things that ever happened to her , Cause after all he was her man , and She was his girl , and That my friends is the story Of Gabriella " Luca" Tavares , the female batboy.

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THANK YOU FOR READING

HIS GIRL , THE THIRD BOOK I HAVE COMPLETED

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HERE ARE MY OTHER BOOKS THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE.

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WANHEDA COMMANDER OF DEATH // BRANDON CARVER (THE WALKING DEAD)

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // EZ REYES & NESTOR OCTEVA (MAYANS MC)

HIS DOWN BITCH , HER CHOLO // ERNESTO MENDOZA (HOPE RANCH 2002)(COMPLETED)

READ ALL ABOUT IT // BROOKE DAVIS (ONE TREE HILL)

THE DRAGON AND HER KNIGHT // BELLAMY BLAKE (THE 100)

CRAZY BUT SHE'S MINE // EZEKIEL REYES (MAYANS M.C) (COMPLETED.)

SILENT PROMISES // EZEKIEL REYES (MAYANS M.C)

STAND BY YOU // RAUL GARCIA

(THE MESSENGERS CW)

[cordycepsfem]

Pete Wentz sexualizes himself pretty much every chance he gets. He used to call himself gay above the belt all the time, and he jokes about sucking the dicks of fans. I don't think he would do that if he cared about how his fans perceive him like that.

You genuinely seem like a self-hating trans man now but that's no excuse to take it out on others. You've joined a cult and unfortunately there's not much I can do to get you out of it. However you are indeed being ableist and transphobic, and you are a piece of shit. I can only hope that you learn from your mistakes one day and will regret this period of your life.

Unlike you who hates themself too much to actually transition, I am working towards getting on testosterone and getting surgeries. Because I want to look more like a dude! Once I get all of the surgeries, will you finally accept that I'm literally a gay man? Probably not. But if I tried to enter a woman's space, you would likely want me gone. Make it make sense.

You don't know Pete Wentz, so you really don't have any idea what he would or would not want written about him or shared on the internet. Still gross.

I'm not self-hating or a trans man... I've gone through a lot of things that have been painful and life-threatening and I am so grateful to be alive. I'm working on accepting my body as it is, because it's the only one I'll ever get. Having gender dysphoria doesn't mean someone needs to or wants to transition - that's not the only way to "fix" gender dysphoria.

I'd like to remind you that you came to my blog to harass me. I wasn't doing anything but reblogging things that interested me. I don't harass people, I don't drop messages into their inboxes, I don't send them threatening DMs. I exist, and I let others exist. You don't give a shit about me, so you can stop your "not much I can do to get you out of it" nonsense. You don't care.

In the future, you still literally won't be a gay man, since you'll still be a straight female, just one who's taken cross-sex hormones and had cosmetic surgery. You won't be male and you won't be homosexual. You can look more like "a dude" without drugs or surgery, although I understand that doesn't give you clout amongst your social group.

And you still literally won't be a system.

But trans men would be welcome in any space I'm in. The trans men I know are awesome. One of them is really good at pinball, like... weirdly good at pinball. The other just became a foster parent with his wife - they're both so caring. Can't wait to hear more about the kids they're helping.

You, specifically - we might need to get to know each other better, because right now you don't seem like the kind of person I'd hang around. (I tend to not want to hang out with people who call me "a piece of shit.") But sure, if you wanted to be there, I'd welcome you in.