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stefanyd · 2 years

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So i was having a lovely talk with @blk-worth who was telling me how she thinks Pete is going to choose Vegas in the end an be the one that doesn't leave him like everything and everyone in his life, and i condescendingly went "child, please. you're right. of course he will." because im very condescending lol

But, the conversation brought about my thoughts on this, which is, i don't question Pete choosing Vegas. It's the journey there that i have my own theory on, and im looking forward to it so much if it happens.

Vegas has been stuck in this cycle of violence, repression, abandonment, and being constantly compared and derided as not good enough. And so he has been trying by force to bring all the things he wants under his heel. Something that has led to nothing but unhappiness and unfulfillment.

This, and every turn their relationship has taken up until now is what leads me to believe Vegas will let go of Pete willingly in the show. Because Pete has brought with him an enlightenment that Vegas would have never reached on his own. Pete has brought companionship, kindness, and empathy. Pete didn't leave when he easily could have.

Vegas, as a Good Son™ (those titles are harder to shake than you think), will still be obligated to follow his father forward on whatever little coup the minor family is cooking up. But that is all secondary to what Pete has brought Vegas. That will all be secondary to who Pete is becoming to Vegas. No book spoilers but what this show has done to this relationship is such a joy, from every decision they have taken, every development and how it's come about. And these creative choices, improvements to the story, lead me to the most logical conclusion.

Vegas will let Pete go. Because he fell in love with him. And every thing he has tried to bring to him by force, with anger and manipulation, it has never stayed, it will never bring him the happiness and approval he seeks. It will always feel or end in failure. The biggest show of love Vegas can give Pete at the moment, which is what i think he will come to as a conclusion, is to let him go. To put Pete ahead of what Vegas himself wants and needs.

Letting Pete go, narratively speaking, will be what makes Pete choose them at the end.

Tho, gonna hurt them both (and me) like a motherfucker in the meantime im sure lolololol

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dyingnerdyprude · 3 months

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i am a BIG BIG fan of the spankoffski bros, their dynamic is everything to me and i am well aware that pete has a father (“my dad sells women shoes”) but i will ALWAYS be a believer of the idea that when ted was in his 20's he took peter in as if he were his dad and im getting emotional just thinking abt it. pete looking up to ted despite his sleazeball reputation and ted just being so proud of pete even if he's a “nerd”. theyre just so :(( im EMOTIONAL

#its mainly fanfiction that has made me believe this #but dude them living together and supporting eachother and omg #also the idea of steph moving in after yaknow her family dies #like ted shits on them so bad and makes so many inappropriate jokes but at the end of the day wants the best for them both #because he knows what happened to himself after he let jenny go and doesnt want that to happen to pete #CRYING #npmd #team starkid #hatchetverse #nerdy prudes must die #starkid npmd #peter spankoffski #spankoffski bros #ted spankoffski #dyingnerdyprude yaps

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compacflt · 1 year

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i'm so curious: what's your favorite thing you've written? something that makes you nod and go, "yeah, that's it right there. i did that." just the best combination of words you've ever churned out in your personal opinion. it makes you proud just Thinking about it. could be a sentence, a paragraph, etc.

very cute ask anon, thank you. im going to assume for your benefit that you mean specifically my icemav writing—obviously I write outside of top gun and am very proud of that stuff but it wouldn’t make sense out of context.

There’s a lot of more recent stuff that I’m extremely extremely proud of on a technical level, but I’m prouder of this paragraph below on a deeper more existential level.

This paragraph was one of the first parts of WWGATTAI i ever wrote—august 12, i think, well before I had fully realized the characters’ voices or their attitudes towards life/each other; I only had about 5k written of what is now a 300k+ project (at the time of writing this paragraph i wanted it to be 10k max) and had no real outline, didn’t know who or what I was dealing with, hadnt seen TGM in two months, had done no research (so it’s not at all politically/militarily accurate or anything, why the FUCK is ice going to fucking GUAM)—and STILL this wound up being my favorite paragraph in the entire fucking series. not to suck my own dick or anything. I’m STILL so proud of this paragraph, 9 months and 275k+ words later, even though i Absolutely Would Not write it this way now.

#narrative distance both incredibly close and incredibly far #he’s trying to rationalize this whole situation and by extent the whole plot of his life #we’re inside his head as he tries to convince both Pete and himself of this huge huge lie #which is that leaving (right after he fucked their relationship and their best friend just died) is worth it for the navy’s sake #and it will make him a good man #in the masculine strong man leadership sense #and Pete (first name instead of last name; über vulnerable in the worst way because he’s crying yet doesn’t want to be seen crying)#counters all of this lie with—does it? does it really mean you’re a good man? it means you’re the weakest most subservient man i know #bending over backwards for the navy instead of your FAMILY #yeah i would absolutely not write this paragraph this way NOW but i am still so proud of what it represents in the story #& the very experimental 2nd person without quotation marks is i think done very well #at least for august 2022 me #some wording/phrasing/detail issues but other than that—a great paragraph!#again not to suck my own dick but you asked!#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #edts notes #asks #this is a terrible chapter in aggregate but it has some of the best diamond-in-the-rough moments in the whole series #ughhh the Pete this has nothing to do with Afghanistan; pete this has nothing to do with iraq etc line…. SOO good omg i love it sorry

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crystallinemoonlight · 2 years

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Soft vegaspete angst where when Vegas gets mad, it isn't what he does in his anger that hurts Pete, it's what he says afterwards.

Every time Vegas apologies, he ends with a plea for Pete not to leave, echoing what had been left unanswered in the safehouse. That's what hits Pete hardest. Not the shouting, not the violence, but the feeling Vegas doesn't believe him. It's that, no matter how many times Pete tells him he will stay, that he will endure any storm, Vegas still doesn't seem to trust his words.

It feels stupid, so Pete doesn't say, stays quiet when the apologies start, and pretends his tears are about the shattered plate, not Vegas being so cautious to hold him, as if expecting him to walk away any second. The apologies are always so careful, always trying to be what he thinks Pete wants to hear, and it's nauseating sometimes, how much it feels like Pete is standing where Vegas' father once was.

The thing is, Pete isn't scared of Vegas' anger, he's scared of Vegas' insecurities. He's scared that, one day, the insecurities will win, and it'll be Vegas who leaves.

#i chose angst today #it's just hnggg so good #vegas is so desperate to keep pete that he sabotages himself #and makes pete feel helpless because nothing seems to get through #yeah they have their difficult moments. neither left the safehouse unscathed #but they know what they want and choose each other every time regardless #pete just feels so heartbroken when vegas treats him like the people who left #he feels like vegas shuts him out #pete vs vegas' insecurities #vegaspete #kinnporsche #vegaspete angst #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #kp vegas #kp pete #kp vegaspete

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iggy-hands · 2 years

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Stede rescues the crew from the island, they pile into that dinghy like it's a clown car

They search for a little while, but the show's logic of "you can easily find anything you're looking for" fails them. Blackbeard doesn't want to be found.

So they decide to regroup at the Republic of Pirates, atleast they might be able to pick up some resources and intel there, maybe even get in a little r and r.

But they still don't have a ship, and Stede can't just buy whatever they need anymore, but what he does still have is his ~charm and wit~ which leads him to conclude, "We'll join a crew! Some dastardly pirate must be looking for some strong and capable sea-men! We're a catch!"

They eventually get wind of some dark, mysterious stranger post up in Spanish Jackie's, looking for only the most competent, experienced, and fearsome of pirates. So of course, Stede feels they're the perfect fit!

They'll join a new crew! Stede can get some real pirating in now that he's not too preoccupied being in charge! They'll be so successful at plundering and pillaging that they'll surely have enough for their own ship in a matter of weeks! Maybe the captain will be so impressed with them that he'll give them his ship!

So Stede strides over to the dark corner indicated to him. He may not have the full "Gentleman Pirate" ensemble anymore, but he carries himself like he does - first impressions are important! - the rest of the crew trailing hesitantly behind.

He reaches the table at which the man sits, still in shadow. "I hear you're looking for a crew...!" Stede announces, only the slightest quiver in his voice, he really has come a long way.

The man let's out a deep, rasping sigh as he slowly picks up his bottle and swallows down the remaining liquid. He lifts the bottle high over his head and - all of a sudden a loud SMASH as he brings the bottle swiftly down and it connects with the edge of the table, shards of glass spraying everywhere as the man springs forward. Stede stumbles back but he can't get far, inadvertently penned in by the crew around him. The sharp edge of the glass is pressed to the side of his neck, his eyes squeezed shut in anticipation-

"Stede. Fucking. Bonnet." snarls out Izzy Hands.

#woes of emily #ofmd #our Flag Means Death #maybe i should make a writing prompts tag lol #if i could draw. or write. then i think this would be a fun starter for a fic or a lil comic #i mean technically i can do both of those things but....idk if i ever will #can you tell that this one started out as a quick premise and then i started actually writing at the end lol #were they specifically looking for Stede / the rest of the crew?#or did ed actually send izzy to hire a new crew for him?#does izzy hate stede for what happened to ed? or love him for what happened? does he simply not care because #stede removed himself from the picture and that's what izzy always wanted?#does he.... need stedes help?#is the kraken too much?#is he thankful to see olu/wee john/pete alive. because those blackbeard kept behind have already made multiple attempts on his life #does he. know the fate of lucius? is he forthcoming with this information or is it a bargaining chip #there's A LOT here #Izzy hands

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teenjiism · 2 years

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thinking about vegas offering his heart up to pete, naked, bared, bleeding.

when he asks pete to be the one to kill him if it comes to it and confesses his love, he’s saying “here’s my heart, it’s yours for the taking. it’s your choice what you do with it. if it’s not you, nobody will want it, not even me. it only beats for you. if it’s not for you, i have no need for it.”

#vegaspete #vegas #pete #vegas theerapanyakul #feeling normal on this fine evening #blame user waitforthestars for this #i think it’s quite beautiful that when pete offered vegas the rope — he offered him control #but vegas ran with it a little too much. because he was terrified of losing pete AND himself #because with pete he found a new side of himself #and who would he be once pete is gone? he can’t revert to masks #and in that scene. vegas is giving back that control to pete #it’s up to him now. it’s his choice. and vegas will sincerely accept whatever outcome #because and i cannot believe i’m saying this but he realized that #sometimes loving someone means letting them go #and cliché as it is it’s Very charged for them #bc it’s not just this. vegas realizes that even though pete has feelings for him and is attached #(very Very attached)(like codependent levels)#vegas also knows that he caused him so much agony and hurt that he doesn’t really deserve forgiveness #and he thinks he doesn’t have much to offer pete aside from his love. but then he also thinks he doesn’t know how to do That #he doesn’t know how to Love #okay i’m done i really am

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ask-ursa-tonypeter · 23 days

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[DB-AU JARVIS] what do you make of this alternate Peter? Do you feel a similar fondness for him that you felt for the original Peter? Did you mourn your universe’s Peter? Actually, can an AI mourn someone?

I haven't come to know this Peter as well as I knew Mr. Stark's son, as Mr. Stark has disabled much of my more sociable functions. He does seem like a kind and intelligent person, and I hope his time here becomes less distressing for him as it goes on.

The Peter that I once knew is certainly missed.

#fic: double blind #fic: pyrite #double blind: jarvis #prompt: multiverse #multiverse: kidnapping au #ursa interlude:#we know jarvis will mildly give his opinion if something seems like a bad move for tony/his loved ones #so uh #given that SIM makes nothing but bad moves for himself and his loved ones in this au #jarvis's ability to give input/show off more of his personality has been significantly limited bc SIM got sick of hearing it #he does miss peter. his grief is very different than ours and I think very tied to... a sense of satisfaction in performing his job?#so not only was he already feeling the absence of origipeter as someone to keep track of/take care of #it's also much more satisfying to guide his users in actions/projects/etc. that are good for them because caretaking is his role #and he just doesn't get to do that anymore.#for origipete because he's gone; for p!pete because he's miserable; for tony because everything he does is awful #poor jarvis. no one is happy in this au

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stormyoceans · 2 years

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no but the moment pete is gonna touch vegas BACK??? the moment pete is gonna touch vegas FIRST????? it's gonna be over for these bitches. that's me. im bitches

#actually vegas is also bitches because the moment pete touches him he won't be able to go without it anymore #GOD VEGAS REALLY IS ABOUT TO BE PLAYING HIMSELF SO HARD #HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT'S ABOUT TO HIT HIM #vegaspete #m: txt

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i-got-the-feels · 2 years

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- Libba Bray + Vegas & Pete, Episode 10, KinnPorsche, 2022

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sassenach082 · 1 year

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this may be an unpopular opinion but i personally think that Eleanor has a part in Ice’s childhood being shitty. obviously the Colonel is the main reason why but what i’ve seen so far, she didn’t really defend Ice or any of the other kids. Ice basically raised John and Tim when that should have been Eleanor’s job. Everyone in the family has become comfortable with putting pressure on Ice. They all since he’s strong enough to take it, he should. The scene where Sarah hugged the Colonel right in front Ice made me a little mad and sad for Ice. I hope that Mav puts them in their place but that normally isn’t how it works :(

Hey nonnie!

I would have to agree, to a point. To build their backstory up for you a bit (since it will come out over time through Tom's narrating), Eleanor and Bill Kazansky got married when she was 20 and he was 21, and they had Tom a year or so later.

Eleanor had 5 kids in 8 years and a husband who was away all the time. I think she tried her best and she loves the hell out of all her kids, and she does love her husband, but this was also the 60s (Tom was born in '61 [so in 1987 he's 26], John in '62, there was a miscarriage in '63, the twins in '66, and Tim in '68 which nearly killed her). Leaving your husband was basically unheard of, and how would she even do that?

They'd have bounced around every 2-3 years (or sooner than that, depending on Bill's postings) and she wouldn't have had a community to rely on other than friends she'd make on post before getting transferred again every time she got comfortable. Tom was born in San Clemente and lived in 6 different states (as well as briefly abroad in Germany) before his 13th birthday, after which Bill's job sent them back to California.

Long story short Eleanor tried her best, she really did, and she made sure her kids knew she loved each and every one of them. But she did also put pressure on Tom when he was growing up because a part of her needed someone to support her. Tom also is the oldest and definitely has firstborn syndrome so I think he, just being Tom, stepped up to the plate to be there for his siblings because at his core he's a protector. Little Tom would have gotten to the age when he realized how much his mom was doing and stepped in to do it with her, and I think at first she probably protested, but the relief of not having to do it all alone was probably overwhelming.

I think Eleanor and Tom have a really complicated relationship, but Tom definitely doesn't resent his mom for it, not at all. I think Tom understands, and that's why he's so protective of her and says she tried her best and makes sure Pete knows he never doubted that his mom loved him for even a nanosecond.

#sassy answers asks #i'll ride au #eleanor kazansky is a complicated woman #but she also did the best she could with what she had #and just because you don't SEE her yelling at her husband doesn't mean she doesn't #the kazansky's are old fashioned in the sense they don't fight in front of company #but mama kazansky isn't a pushover she just picks her battles #but yes nonnie you are correct she COULD do more and DOESN'T or maybe she just can't #(not me acting like I don't know her motivations lol)#anyway the point is pete endeared himself to eleanor in about .2 seconds because he stood up for tom #and tom's siblings love him to death but they're so used to him being their shield that it's never occurred to them to shield him back #his siblings take him for granted #but it's also complicated because parts of them resent him too #since tom is so “perfect” at first glance #whereas tom resents them right back because their dad is kinder to them than to him #and just imagine being a 20-something guy coming home from war to be a dad and your 10 year old you barely know is doing your job for you #so there is a long history of tension between them because the colonel is very stern and tom... isn't #not with his loved ones #and it would have pissed tiny tom off to no end when bill yelled at his siblings #meanwhile the colonel pushes tom the hardest because he sees tom's potential #but in treating tom like a subordinate and not a son he alienates him at every turn #anyway join me for #the kazansky family: a shit show in seven parts

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 2 years

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i've seen some people saying they latched onto izzy because they didn't want to accidentally be racist, so they felt more comfortable making art/fic about the white characters?? which is unfortunate because that seems more racist to me. hopefully now that we've had time to do some research they'll do better.

Girl that's the laziest fuckin excuse I've ever heard. Also not stanning characters of color on the basis of the color of their skin sounds pretty fuckin racist to me.

#not to mention #izzy isnt even the best white guy #he doesnt even crack my top 5 white guys #calico jack is obviously number one because of everything about him for me #but i get that hes offputting to most people #coming in at number two we have Lucius for obvious reasons #number three is buttons my beloved #hes a cannibal witch whats not to fucking love about him hes perfect in every way #number four is my neighbor the swede #my beautiful boy #hes had his name stolen by the fey i want to know more about him #and number 5 is of course the main man himself Steden bonnet #hes only so low on the list because he pulled the same shit as my ex #fandom fuckery #wee john black pete hornberry and karl all also rank above izzy on the white guy scale #i know karls a bird he is physically white and he is a guy dont at me #i just think Hornberry is funny because he developed stockholm syndrome over the course of liek 4 days

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katnissgirlsmakedo · 1 year

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they gotta stop putting machine gun kelly in movies i’m so serious. was just scrolling on hulu and saw this man and i was like hey why does that guy look like mgk? and then it was mgk. in another movie. we can’t keep letting them get away with this he’s not very good in movies stop putting him in them…

#bro talked too much shit and ostracized himself from rapping now he’s trying to do pop punk that’s only good in the summer #and also trying to be in movies. he’s just not that good in them tho…#he thinks he can get away with not being good in movies because pete davidson isn’t very good in movies either but he doesn’t understand #that pete has a charm that he doesn’t have. we let pete be bad at everything because he’s sad and pathetic and funny and we’re like eh it’s #fine if he wants to be bad at being in movies he’s entertaining to have around!#mgk doesn’t have That. he’s just bad at movies…#beth.txt #btw i can speak on this because i know what i’m talking about. i actually love these men don’t worry about it #i can talk as much shit as i want and i know exactly what i’m saying because i literally listen to this guy’s music recreationally #unfortunately. this is the hand i was dealt

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enough-spider-noir-stuff · 2 months

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If I may posit, it's gotta be strange to see a version of you that made it to being 'old'. Obviously I'm biased towards my own interpretation of Comics Noir Pete, but he doesn't seem the sort to believe he'll last that long. - @canary-song

oh Definitely. Pete is gonna take one look at Noir and then immediately make fun of him to hide the fact that he's having an existential crisis. And now that I've got lots of spider-folk together I really should throw in some spider goddess weirdness... just a little bit. for funsies.

#a biscuit's rambles #asks #noir [handshake] hobie: convinced they're gonna die very soon + burning with anger so much they're just burning themselves out #this also raises interesting questions to Noir the older though #how would he react to seeing his younger self (angry and hopeless and desperate)?#how much has he grown as a person? how much emotional maturity?#he's obviously still a loose cannon who Will commit arson or straight up bite someone #but he's still come a long way #he can't say that things get better. he's lived during WW2. i don't remember rn if he canonically fought (i don't think so?) but he #still definitely lived through that time #he can say 'you'll survive' and 'i got a cat' and 'you'll learn to make things bearable' but it is Not getting better #he could get his own flat and become a private eye but he could never make the public see or permanently change things for the better #he can care for himself but he cannot care for anyone else and he can't keep innocent people safe. not really. not like he wants to #how do you explain to a teenager who's already lost more than everything that this is better? that this is worth living for?#that this is something worth taking care of himself for? that He is someone worth taking care of?#because how is Pete ever going to believe that? and besides since canon is bullshit. who knows if Pete won't turn out entirely differently?#now i'm having so many thoughts. it's almost 4am i can't have existential crises from two perspectives rn #i love that tho thanks for the ask :D #when multiverses meet au #wmm

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luveline · 6 months

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hiiii jade!!!! could i please request something with peter with reader who’s maybe put on some weight recently and is insecure about it?? (totally not self indulgent at all) i totally get it if you’re not comfortable writing that stuff though so no pressure

hi lovely! ty for requesting. fem, 1k

cw for negative weight talk/ weight gain

Everybody gains weight during the holidays, you think, tracing your figure in the mirror. Though it's not strictly holiday season yet, it's edging toward the end of the year. Maybe my new year's resolution should be losing a few pounds.

There's a thunk of the bedroom window being yanked open and footsteps across the floor. You tense until your hear Peter panting for breath, likely having swung to you at high speed, or fresh from a fight with an usurped criminal.

You rush back into your t-shirt, knowing exactly what path he'll walk. He barrels into the bathroom, sees you at the mirror and smiles so wide his cheeks look fit to burst. "Hey," he says, peeling the suit off and exposing his boxers to you without shame, "hey hey hey. Can I persuade you in with me?" He nods toward the shower.

"Not this time, Pete."

"Too bad," he laments.

You look away as he strips out of his underwear. The shower turns on and he takes you by the hips to move you out of his way with a murmured apology, near lost to the drum of the spray. Peter has moments where he doesn't know his own strength, but the majority of the time he treats you like you're something precious.

"Stay in here!" he demands as he pulls the curtain shut.

"I'm not going anywhere." You close the toilet and sit on the lid. "Tough day protecting the people?"

"Apart from tripping into a deceptively large pothole, it was fine. Why won't you come in here with me? I wanna rub your shoulders."

"You want me to wash your hair."

"Exactly. So get naked and get in here. Don't make me beg."

You really don't want to, and you're not going to, but it's not a big problem. Peter doesn't truly mind, he just loves you. "What do you mean, deceptively big? Like, knee height? Higher?"

"Mid thigh, I'd say. The people of New York are never gonna let me live it down. One guy was recording me and said he was gonna put it on YouTube for the ad money."

"Anything else?"

He gives you the rundown, describing what perps he faced and an older man he helped use an ATM machine. You hum distractedly, pinching at the fat where it spreads on your thigh, sitting down as you are.

He sticks his face through the curtain gap, hair slicked to his cheeks. "What're you doing?"

"You told me to stay, so I'm staying."

He's nervous for a split second, glancing back into the shower as though there's an answer there waiting for him before angling himself toward you fully, his naked chest dripping and shining in the bathroom light. "Okay, fine, we need to talk about something. But I want you to know that you forced my hand here. Okay?"

"Okay." You nibble the inside of your lip, used to his theatrics. "What have I done?"

"It's not something you've done. It's something you are. I can't even say it. I," —he pulls the curtain in front of his face, moves it aside again– "just need to tell you. Lately it's like you don't even realise how beautiful you are and I'm tired of it. You're radiant. Like, glowing."

Your recent internal debate must show on your face, that doubt, because he gives you a steadying smile. "Really, really beautiful," he says more seriously.

It's easy to smile at him. "Thank you, Pete." You scoop his suit off of the floor. "I'll go scrub the tetanus out of this in the kitchen sink."

"Wait–"

He can't just get out with suds in his hair, giving you the perfect escape plan. You have ten minutes to yourself filling the sink with soapy water and steeping the fabric before he's out of the bedroom in pyjamas, trousers tucked into his socks and hair damp from ferocious towel scrubbing. "You're such a– such a– thing," he decides. "I'm telling you you're beautiful and you walk off so you don't have to hear it? What's wrong with you?" His voice slips into a kinder register. "You do know you're pretty, right? I'm not just saying it to say it."

"I'm just feeling icky," you confide.

"About what?"

You want to tell him, you find. "You know how I've gained weight?"

He doesn't need any more explanation. Peter knows you've gained weight, you've mentioned it to him, and it's visual, and he can likely tell whenever he decides to flex his strength. "What, and you think that makes you less pretty?" He puts a damp hand behind your neck to bring you forward. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, a little."

He kisses you. His nose bumps your nose, his lips crushed to your as he holds you in place. Despite this, it isn't an overly rough connection. It's definitely not shy. "You're beautiful," he says in the space between your lips.

"It doesn't suit me–"

"It does. It really fucking suits you. Have you seen yourself? You couldn't look better."

"Even when I was thinner?"

"You look just as perfect then as you did now." His intensity fades and he encourages you back enough to see your face, his thumb rubbing a short line into your neck. His brows are furrowed, dark eyes darker for it. "Weight isn't a factor."

"No, but you have to say that."

"I don't. Not really. I'm sure there are a thousand shitty guys who'd tell you something different, but I'm not– I love you, the whole you. I like you like this." He grins. "Which should be obvious."

You tsk at him, to his delight, his laughter boyish as he buries his face in your neck with a hug, kissing a messy circle up and into the soft line of your jaw. You trap him there without thinking, chin hooked down, squirming as he blows hot air into your skin.

"I've been putting it on too," he says. "It's happy weight."

"It's not happy weight for you, Pete, it's just more muscle."

"It makes you happy, doesn't it?" he jokes, smiling and kissing and hugging you all at once. "Just like it does on you for me."

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bruciemilf · 2 months

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I’m on the second episode of My Adventures With Superman and I KNOW I know, this deserves to be Clark’s show, BUT HEAR ME OUT A SECOND.

Imagine the Waynes didn’t die and Thomas is trying DESPERATELY to buy the Daily Planet from White, but to absolutely no avail.

“For the last time, Wayne, you can have this company when the Gotham Knights win a Stanley Cup.”

“Y’all cheated last year and you KNOW it, White! Come on! We knew each other for 20 years—“

“Not true.”

“You gotta have ONE nice thing to say about me! You saw my charity records? My trip to the Amazon? I found a goddam dinosaur, for Pete’s sake!”

“And you sent it to the Gotham museum.”

“…Well yeah, it looked real pretty.”

“Look, Wayne. I can either give your ego the stroke of the century, or keep Lane and those two idiot interns in check, but I can’t do both. Now get out of here, or—“

Clark clearing his throat, holding two cups of coffee in his comically large hands, “Uh, the coffee machine broke, so I had to run to the store. Is this a bad time?”

Thomas whistling, because what the FUCK. “Christ, boy, how tall are you? How tall is he, White? You a security guard? You WANNA be a security guard?”

“Uh, Clark Kent. Idiot intern,” Clark introduced himself politely despite Perry’s grumbling.

Needless to say, Thomas Wayne is…Intimidating.

“I’ve heard about your research on metahuman physics, Mr. Wayne. It’s brilliant.”

“Oh, that? That was all my boy, really. He’s got all these ideas about reinventing the healthcare system for everybody or something like that. Hell, he wants to invent some bandaids for that Superman fella. “

“That,” Clark blinked, “Actually sounds amazing.”

“Right?. The other day he came to me like, ‘Can I have 30,000 for a research expedition?’ You should’ve seen him in his little lab coat, — cutest thing. Hold on, I have pictures.”

Clark expected a particularly eccentric 10 year not, not a — gorgeous— adult man in what looked to be a great amount of eyeliner and one hell of a scowl. “He’s…” gorgeous, “He seems interesting.”

“Ain’t he? You should meet him sometime. Hates talking to the press, but, I’m sure we can arrange something. “

“Good luck with that. I tried interviewing the kid alone for 10 minutes and Mr. Wayne here kept getting in the way. Probably because he has something to hide.”

“Bruce ain’t really made for the camera, so I had to step in, ya know how it is. He ain’t really the independent kind.” Thomas shrugs. “I know, I know, — you gotta leave em to fly sometimes, and while I bet he’d look cute tryin’,”

Thomas chuckles, but it doesn’t sound amusing. At all. “No bird leaves MY nest.”

—

Clark finds out why Perry can’t prove Thomas Wayne is Batman. It’s because he’s wrong. He’s listened to Batman’s heartbeat before. And Thomas doesn’t stutter.

Bruce Wayne does, thought.

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But request time gurl!😘😌✊, so what about a nerd!Miguel\dom x nerdygirl!reader LIKE IMAGINE THE FLUFF AND THE SMUT THERE BOTH BE A BLUSH MESS but I feel like Miguel would take the lead and show he dom when doing it like dont blame me! 😭✊ like he still nerdy Miguel we all know the sweet boy but let make the nerd that friend s with the popular group and have a girlfriend who is nerdy!reader and which is a very shy person then Miguel is.

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘OUR FIRST TIME’ (ﾟωﾟ)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.miguel o’hara x reader.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

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you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷

cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!

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@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!

you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.

who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.

every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.

but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.

walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.

he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“

“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.

miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.

he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.

“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.

sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.

of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.

the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.

he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.

“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.

he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.

“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.

“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.

he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.

“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.

“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.

“i…i love you too, migs.”

you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.

“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.

the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.

“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”

miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-smack myass like a drum

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