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feelingtheaster99 · 2 days
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Murph: You gotta honor the cock *winces as he hears what he just said*
Emily: *so proud of him* That’s my HUSBAND, baby!
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4/4 IN SUITS WHO CHEERED
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heavymetalluverr566 · 2 months
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me in 2015 watched the video of twenty one pilots sitting on my grandmother's floor and eating ice cream
also me in 2024 watching the video for the single from the new tøp album and trying to unravel all the mysteries that Tyler put into it
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inoreuct · 9 months
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punkflower where hobie loves the morales family, loves how they’re becoming HIS family.
still, the first time jeff calls him “son”, he has such a visceral reaction.
he knows it’s coming from a good place and he knows he should be touched, but he’s only ever been called son in a condescending way. in a “know your place beneath me and stay in it” way. he feels so sick all of a sudden, nausea roiling in his gut, and his knee bangs against the underside of the table as he screeches his chair back and mutters a shaky “’scuse me”.
he hears rio’s concerned call of his name, sees the confusion and dread on jeff’s face right before he turns and leaves. he doesn’t stop until he’s up on the roof, ducking into the bottom of the water tower and collapsing into a corner.
stupid. it’s so stupid, and it pisses him off how tears are burning down his cheeks.
hobie scrubs them away with the back of his wrist even as he hears the door to the roof creak open, hears the familiar gait that he knows belongs to miles. he keeps his face turned away as his boyfriend appears in his line of sight, stepping gingerly like if he moved too fast hobie would break.
the punk sniffs angrily, the spikes on his cuff poking his cheek as he wipes his tears again. a hand brushes his against the ground as miles sits down beside him, close enough to touch but not quite.
he waits. for miles to say something, anything; to ask for an explanation, or offer words of comfort that will ultimately only make him feel worse.
in the end, it’s him that breaks the silence.
“i’m sorry,” he offers, and cringes. his voice is thick like rusted metal, scratchy in his throat. it’s scraping up against old wounds that never really healed, pulling at scabs to draw fresh blood, and it stings. “m’sorry, i just— he’s—” it feels damning to even say these words, but it’s the truth, and hobie’s never been a good liar.
doesn’t mean it’s not eating him alive, though.
“he’s still a cop, miles,” he chokes out, guilt winching around his lungs like a parasite, “and the last time a cop called me son—” hobie’s breath shudders out of his lungs as miles crawls into his space, ducking his head beneath hobie’s arm to press the punk’s face to his chest.
“i know,” miles murmurs, wrapping his fingers around hobie’s nape as hobie scrunches a desperate fist into the back of his shirt. “i know. i understand.”
hobie doesn’t think he really does, but that’s okay. if hobie has any say in it, miles will never have to go through what he did and understand what it’s like.
his voice is meek as he asks, “are they mad?”
“‘course not.” miles clicks his tongue, gently admonishing, like it’s a fact hobie should know by now; his fingers trace gentle circles into hobie’s skin. “just worried. hope you know my mama’s gonna feed you thrice the usual serving of tres leches when we get back.”
that gets a chuckle out of him at least, but the look on jeff’s face still haunts him, burned front and centre into his mind’s eye like an afterimage. “and your dad?” he feels miles go still, doesn’t resist as his boyfriend pulls back to look hobie in the eye. his voice is terribly gentle.
“he understands. it’s okay.”
hobie doesn’t think it’s okay. it doesn’t feel very okay. jeff had disliked him at first and reasonably so; he’s nothing like a person anyone would want their kid to be with.
and yet the captain had let him into their home, accepted him as miles’s person, given him a place at the table. of course rio would have sat him down and shoved food into his hands regardless, but still—
“hobie.”
miles calls his attention back, and he looks up into wide, dark eyes. his heart burns.
“he knows what you’ve been through. he knows how much you’ve grown.” miles huffs a soft laugh, rubbing his thumb against hobie’s hairline. “do you remember that time we went to your concert?”
hobie nods; he doesn’t think he can speak just yet.
“you were so nervous about what he would think, but he was stressing about looking like an old man in front of your friends. he literally said that as your boyfriend’s dad he had to out-hip all the other guys his age.”
something twists in hobie’s chest. “he’s the coolest old man i know.” he pauses, frowning. “maybe after peter b.”
miles laughs again, quietly. “he cares about you.”
hobie doesn’t doubt that. he’d let jeff and rio learn about him piece by piece, and with every sliver of information jeff had softened more; he might be the captain of the PDNY, but he was also a father.
hobie’s never really had a father.
not until he was asked about whether he preferred waffles or pancakes. until he was consulted for advice on what to wear to a pride parade. until jeff only looked at his blue laces with a tentative expression and he was hesitantly slipped a phone number to call if he ever got into trouble in this dimension that he couldn’t get himself out of, a helpline should he ever need it.
so he gets up, takes a deep breath and hauls miles to his feet. his boots clomp down the stairs; he takes care not to fling open the door and when he sees jeff and rio hovering in the living room, he holds out his arms.
rio reaches him first. she’s shorter but fierce, pulling hobie down to hug him tight, and he feels like crying again.
miles slips close to cling to his back, arms sliding around his waist, and hobie watches jeff meet his eyes with something almost anxious.
hobie’s lips twist in a smile. an i’m sorry and an it’s okay wrapped in one.
and maybe it really is okay, because when jeff comes around to squeeze them all together, hobie can’t help his relieved sigh as he thinks, this is what family’s supposed to feel like, certain as the next deep breath he takes and comforting like the broad hand that squeezes his shoulder.
fin.
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ali-borsch · 11 months
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some peppino & fakie working/bonding time
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letciatxs · 6 months
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fucking crying shaking throwing up i don't know what to do
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death-by-sc0tland · 11 months
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big day for annoying people!! (me)
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queerquinnn · 2 years
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steves parents always gave him material stuff, but never love. money, clothes and everything he could ask for. for his sixteenth birthday, they got him the car. back then, steve‘s dad still thought his son was gonna work for him and end up "successful" in life.
the first thing steve bought for himself, with the money that he worked for, which isnt a lot but it’s still his work, was a pair of shoes. he’d spent some money before, getting burgers for the Party, financing a day in the Arcade and obviously paying for gas, but the first thing he buys only for himself? a pair of basketball trainers. nothing fancy, no brand, nothing.
eddie is really worried when they start dating, the only thing he’s ever bought for himself was his sweetheart, the guitar that he saved up for for nearly a year (stolen gas tanks and occasionally walking to school, hand-me-down clothes and cheap food being a price he’s willing to pay for the guitar). so when he and steve start dating, eddie is so worried about this stuff. steve isnt a higschool girl and eddie hasnt dated before (a few hookups here and there, but nothing like classic dating). he’s never had anyone spending money on him, uncle wayne tries but his job isn’t the best paying either.
it doesn’t take long for both of them to realise that the other one has soo much to give of what they were deprived of their entire life. steve loves giving eddie little gifts, brings home dinner and goes shopping with him (one day he showed up with a brand new black sabbath shirt - eddie cried a little). eddie is always touching steve, even in public where they should hold back a little. he’s holding steves hand, has an arm around his waist or shoulder or giving steve little kisses on his forehead. steve loves waking up to eddie cuddling up close to him, his boyfriens arm lazily over his torso and their legs tangled. at night, when steve is cooking for eddie, eddie is with him, telling him about a band gig, lazily hugging steve from behind, resting his head on his shoulder blade, nuzzling kisses into his back.
its so casual for both of them, neither of them thinking of it much, but it means so much for the other one.
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sweetestdesire · 1 month
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Sweet, sweet angel boys. My heart is so full. 🥺
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cielsiesta · 2 months
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kenny could never handle all dat i tell you
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m-u-n-c-h-y · 8 months
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POV: You tried bullying your beneficiary
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bluwurld · 10 months
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So what if he’s diabolical !!!! He loves his girls 💗
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kitamars · 4 months
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a mimir
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lavb-b · 5 months
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STP Doods <3
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huevotm · 1 year
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babygirl behaviour
MY COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN<3
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aristotelescorcega · 8 months
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Demi Lovato on stage of the 2023 MTV Music Video Awards (September 12, 2023)
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