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wasteofpain · 2 years

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a trait of pete's that has consistently intrigued me is his capacity to adapt to any given situation. it's shown very early on through little things, most notably pete's advices to porsche about living in the main family's mansion, which are basically do as you're told and follow the rules. that easy.

the rules to surviving are observe and adapt.

observe

adapt

observe

adapt

often in media, abuse victims who adapt to their situation and create ways to live around that abuse just so they can make it through another day are portrayed as weak, as the side character to the rebellious one who fights back and doesn't just take it. but reality is, more often than not, if you're the rebellious kind all that will do for you is get you killed. and so growing up the way he did, pete probably had to learn this the hard way.

when he's caught by vegas and macau in the temple, although he hesitates a little (mostly for comedic effect), he goes with it. he makes merits with vegas and does very little fighting back against his creepiness.

when he's on his phone with his grandmother while tied up and spent from being tortured he still menages to recompose himself in a very impressive way and build a convincing enough version of himself that won't worry her.

this is a dance that he has perfected.

observing as a way of survival is also how he's aware of who vegas is from very early on. pete has always sensed that there was something rotten behind the charismatic human mask vegas wears. so when he's kidnapped, he knows what to expect.

but this time there's no surviving each day,

he's going to die.

or at least that's what's supposed to happen.

his suicidal defiance must feel so cathartic after a lifetime of adapting. to laugh in vegas's face and dare him with his eyes to do his worst.

but pete is still the same pete who was beat as a child by a father who couldn't deal with his own failures like an adult.

so when vegas chokes him and throws hurtful words around as if he wasn't looking at pete like he was the sun not that long ago, he adapts to the situation.

this is when i die

he was already having a crisis before vegas came into the room. the shame had set in and he was questioning every choice he's made so far, no longer just living in the moment. vegas's outburst just confirmed things.

so now the situation is, pete has a chance to die. vegas has a knife against his throat and maybe, just maybe, he might kill him this time. it's a chance he can't miss out on. no more fantasies of surviving, life has thrown at him that he can finally die and he feels like shit so it's probably for the best.

but pete is tired of adapting.

what if he wants to live?

and live without chains.

he recomposes himself just as he did when he was tied up with a phone against his ear and with the last remains of his strength he frees himself.

he goes back to his old life, but it's not the same. pete's instict is still to adapt, but he can't adapt to this.

there's an aching feeling in his chest eating him alive. it's not a pain that he can distract himself from, its always in the forefront taking up every inch of his brain.

it doesn't let him sleep,

it doesn't let him eat,

it doesn't let him lie to his friends.

vegas has shaken his ability to adapt, now all pete can do is try to hold his pieces together and not break in front of someone. beg that they ignore that he's crumbling even if they see the cracks.

seeing vegas is an intoxicating reminder of what's been done to him, that despite it all he's still nothing. vegas replaced seeing pete as a pet for seeing pete as a person he isn't because it was the person vegas needed to see in him in that moment. even when pete thinks he might've gotten somewhere, he hasn't.

he's not a human.

he has no feelings.

all that matters is what he can be for other people, his real feelings aren't to be noticed.

but still, pete can't deny to himself that he liked some of it.

he didn't like being dehumanized and beat, but he liked being held down and worshiped. he liked being looked at like he could mean something. like someone wanted him so much they couldn't control themselves. like someone needed him. he can't even bring himself to lie to vegas when he asks him to promise not to leave him.

he liked it.

and he wants more.

but he can't have it anymore, barely had it in the first place.

vegas leaves him sobbing alone on the floor.

pete gets up.

pete recomposes himself.

pete adapts.

#today is projecting on pete day #yall have no idea how much i've been itching to write about pete #vegaspete meta #vegaspete #kinnporsche

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iiigris · 8 months

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I swear every time a band I like goes on tour I enter a new era of my life and everything about me changes and will stay that way until the next band goes on tour and I inevitably change my entire personality again

#weird to think this time last year I was getting deep deep deep into mcr and wore eyeliner nearly every day and listened to them nonstop #and discovered frank and ray’s solo music projects and got obsessed with stomachaches #finally learned the rest of the bands names beside gerard lmao #morphed into my true form (frank girlie)#fast forward to this year. lol. same thing but with fob #except I actually got to see fob live and I didn’t get to see mcr :( oh well #anyways. been listening to fob every single day nearly nonstop #learned Pete’s and andy’s and joe’s names #listening to soul punk for the first time today #It’s a cycle I’m telling you. history does repeat itself #eve's thoughts

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mousetrappedcomic · 4 months

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Mousetrapped #5: Enter Pete the Pup

Oops. I forgot today's blog post.

So, yeah, Pete the Pup (not to be confused with thr dog from the Little Rascals) was a silent era cartoon character from Bray Productions, created by Walter Lantz - later of Woody Woodpecker fame. Most of Pete's shorts involved Pete and a live action man, with Pete causing mischief.

As for why Pete's in this comic? Mickey needs friends, and most of his Disney pals are off limits for the next two years at leasat. Plus, I don't wanna feel beholden to the established continuity and relationahips. That's one thing I always hated when comic book companies rebooted their lines. If DC reboots again, you know Batman's relationships are going to be the same, his personality is going to be the same, his history is going to be the exact same. To me, this is a chance to try something different. I don't want to change Mickey's personality too much (aside from dropping the animal abuse with the parrot). But I don't want to retell all of Mickey's comic stories from Floyd Gottfredson. They're amazing comic but they've already been done.

Also, a fun connection - after Disney lost control of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and he and Iwerks went off to create Mickey, Walter Lantz found himself working on Oswald's cartoons.

Speaking of Pete and other Lantz projects, a bit back there was a kickstarter for a re-release of a lot of his lesser known cartoons, cleaning them up and all that.

A friend involved in the project said it's chugging along well and described it as 2/3rds done. If you want to learn more, you can go here. I'm looking forward to it being available to those of us who didn't get to back it.

Okay, that's all for today. I might post some art updates over the weekend, but the next strip is Monday. I'm trying to figure out if I want to keep going five days a week or not. -R.

#steamboat willie #webcomic #comic #pete the pup #walter lantz

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sailor-aviator · 3 months

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Hanging By a Moment: Chapter Two

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Taking place directly after the events of "Don't Hang'em Til Noon," this series follows more of Jake and Scout as they traverse life in the New Mexico territories. Isaac Cassidy's posse is still hanging about, stirring up trouble in the name of their fallen leader. Additionally, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and your brother, Benjamin, have established rights to a gold mine that's now drawing in more and more unsavory characters. Will you have what it takes to survive the growing danger?

Trigger Warnings: Talk of mining, Talk of gold, Mentions of blood, Mentions of Isaac Cassidy, Feelings of being watched, Fluff, Romance, like a disgusting amount of flirting and pining, idiots in love. I think that's everything, but please let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 3.0k

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The air inside the assembly hall was heavy with rapt attention as the townsfolk fixed their gazes upon the three men on stage. You noticed Maverick shifting ever so slightly on his feet, a show of nerves that seemed so out of character for the man. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell may be the mayor, but he was a quiet man - a characteristic you had been told was earned with age and years of responsibility thrust upon him. His lips twitched in a nervous smile that didn’t go unnoticed by you as his eyes flickered across the crowd, meeting your own before flitting away to look at someone else.

“I’m sure you’re all wondering why we’ve asked you to gather here today,” he said finally, tone clear and even, showing no hint of the nerves he was feeling in the moment. He took a half step back, angling his body to face the unknown man at his side. Your eyes shifted to the right to study him.

He was a tall man with a slim build that hinted at a muscular physique in his youth. Wrinkles littered his face much like Maverick and Iceman’s, though his hair was a stark white in comparison to Maverick’s graying black. His face was stern but not unkind, the look of a man who meant business but who might also have fun at your expense. His demeanor was relaxed as his eyes flickered to Maverick’s before facing back forward.

“Allow me to introduce a long-time friend of mine that’s been helping us Benjamin and myself out with our little project,” Maverick began again, hand raised towards the stranger. “This here is Ron Kerner. Some of you might recognize him from way back in the day before he set up shop in San Francisco. He’s been kind enough to make his way here to help us set up shop.”

“Set up shop for what, Maverick?” Someone hollered out, causing a wave of murmured agreement to ripple through the crowd.

“Right,” he sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck, a frown pulling on his lips. “You know everything I do is to try and do right by the good people of this town. I wouldn’t have pursued this if I didn’t think it was something worth doing, you all know that.”

“Get on with it!”

Several murmurs of agreement floated around the crowd, and Maverick grimaced, eyes shifting towards Benjamin for assistance. Benjamin stood up a little taller, walking to stand next to the older man and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he addressed the crowd.

“What Maverick is trying to say,” he began, “is that there is an investment opportunity. An opportunity for jobs and a boost to our fine town’s economy. It’s hit several towns and areas in the west, drawing more and more people with each passing day. It is the thing which all men seek. Ladies and gentlemen, I mean to say that there is gold here in Maverick.”

The entire assembly hall broke into excited chattering, and your eyebrows shot up onto your forehead. Birdie drew in an excited breath as she clutched at your arm, her other clutching Bunny’s.

“Gold?” She murmured, eyes darting excitedly to you as she squirmed in her seat. “That’s good news right?”

You weren’t so sure. Gold was a risky business at the best of times, and from the mutterings you had managed to overhear at Hondo’s store the past couple of weeks, the local farmers were worried that it was shaping up to be another exceptionally dry summer. The last few summers had been mild, from the sounds of it, but the older men in town were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Jake and the other Daggers had told you stories about growing up with the last major drought that had occurred, eyes looking towards a distant past that spoke of hunger and loss.

“Everyone, please!” Benjamin called out, voice barely being heard above the crowd. He raised his hands high to try and draw attention to himself, but let them drop in defeat when the noise only grew louder. A shrill whistle echoed through the room, several people wincing at the intrusive noise as all eyes turned to the far corner where Sheriff Kazansky leaned against the wall. He let his fingers drop from his lips as he crossed his arms, settling back with an unamused scowl towards the people gathered.

“The sooner you let the man talk,” he groused, “the sooner your questions can be answered. It’s like you folks ain’t never heard of gold before for pete’s sake.”

The crowd slowly turned back around, looking much like a giant group of reprimanded children. A smile tugged on your lips as you caught Ice’s gaze from across the room. His scowl shifted into a warm smile as he looked at you, shooting you a quick wink before nodding back towards the stage. You bowed your head before adhering to his silent request, catching Benjamin’s thankful smile towards the older man.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” he murmured. “As I was saying, yes. Gold has been found in the area, and with Mr. Kerner’s help, we’ve been able to set up mining operations outside of town and establish rights to the gold in the area. Those of you who wish to try your luck at panning or mining will need to first apply for a permit. You can do so by seeing me or Maverick here, and we can help you with the paperwork.”

You tuned out the rest, allowing your thoughts to wander as your brother droned on and answered questions from the crowd. You had heard talk about the shady characters that a gold rush tended to attract, the types of crimes they committed. The town of Maverick wasn’t crime free, you knew that better than anyone, but there was an unspoken rule amongst the people you called neighbors: protect your own.

You had gained the trust of the locals only a month prior when you had saved Jake from swinging from the gallows - something that was more for your benefit than for theirs, but it had won you their respect and gratitude nonetheless.

So lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed when you had twisted around to look at the outlaw in question, your brow furrowed into a faraway glare that had him raising an eyebrow at you. You snapped out of it when he made his way past the few people standing in the aisle of the packed assembly hall, crouching down beside you. The smell of clean linen and faint tobacco permeated the surrounding air, and you let out a quiet hum at the familiar smell.

“Normally I know what you’re glaring at me for, honey girl,” he whispered, a hand coming up to rest on the back of your chair as he shot you a curious look, smirk barely contained. “But I’m afraid you’re going to have to clue me in on this one.”

You shook your head, tearing your eyes away from him to look back up at the stage.

“I wasn’t meaning to,” you confessed, lips pulling back into a grimace.

“What’s eatin’ away at you?”

“Perhaps you just have that effect on me,” you challenged with a smirk, sparing him a glance. A lascivious grin spread across his face as he leaned in closer.

“I think I have a lot of effects on you, pretty girl,” he teased, running his eyes up and down your figure, causing your cheeks to heat with anticipation. Birdie cleared her throat, drawing both of your attentions to her. She raised an eyebrow at the two of you before turning her gaze pointedly to the surrounding crowd. Your cheeks were heated for a different reason this time, and you noticed Jake’s cheeks dusted a light pink as well when you peered at him.

“Sorry, miss,” Jake murmured, shooting her an apologetic smile before looking back at you with a shameless wink. You rolled your eyes, staring back at the stage pointedly. Jake stood, shifting his weight onto the foot closest to you, but making no move to leave his new spot. You could feel the eyes on you two, most of them coming from the direction of a certain group of girls. You paid them no mind, allowing your thoughts to wander back to the dangers of allowing gold mining within the town of Maverick.

Would it boost the local economy? Most assuredly. Was that worth the shady characters that would come crawling in from whichever city they left behind? That remained to be seen. The violence and crime was already something you had learned to live with, to deal with on your own even, but that familiarity had come at a price, and your fingers itched with the phantom blood you could still feel dripping from the tips, Isaac Cassidy’s pitch black eyes still boring into you from beyond the grave.

It startled you when people began to move around you, voices ringing out as the townfolk made to leave. A hand appeared in your line of sight, and you looked up to see Jake giving you a soft smile as he waited for you to collect yourself. Shoving aside the sick feeling stirring in the pit of your stomach, you took his hand, feeling an instant sense of release to know that he was still safe, still with you.

“I have to talk to your brother about some things,” he told you, pulling you to your feet gently. “Wait for me by the door? It shouldn’t take but a minute.”

“I’ll be counting,” you told him, a teasing lilt to your tone as you squeezed his hand. He chuckled, eyes sparkling with what you could only describe as adoration. His hand lingered in yours for a moment longer before finally letting go, eyes never leaving you as he backed up towards the stage. You chuckled, shaking your head, only turning when Birdie brushed up against you.

“You’ve got that man wrapped around your little finger,” she giggled. You raised an eyebrow at her, eyes darting to Bunny who gave you a knowing look.

“Don’t even try to argue,” the saloon girl said with a roll of her eyes. “Everyone here knows it. Even those girls who haven’t stopped glaring at you since Seresin came sauntering down the aisle.”

She gestured behind her, and sure enough, the group of girls were shooting you daggers as they whispered amongst each other. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, instead turning back to your friends.

“I don’t know what you two are talking about,” you retorted, clasping your hands in front of you as the three of you began up the aisle. Birdie let out a rather indignant and unladylike squawk at your words, eyes growing wide in protest.

“You can’t be serious!” She exclaimed. You pursed your lips, eyes darting to the back wall.

“I don’t know what you’re accusing me of,” you began, a smile tugging on your lips, “but if I’m guilty, then so are the two of you.”

“Can we walk you two home?”

Bob stopped in front of your little group, Bradley not far behind him, and you took a step back to gesture at your two friends.

“By all means, gentlemen,” you smiled, earning a pair of matching glares from your friends.

“This isn’t over!” Birdie hissed as Bradley laid a gentle hand on the small of her back just as Bob offered his arm to Bunny. Both girls gave you pointed looks before allowing themselves to be led out of the building, the last of the chatter in the entrance hall leaving with them.

It had been fifteen minutes, and you were beginning to grow impatient. Shooting a glare at one of the doors leading into the assembly hall, you could hear the group of men erupting into laughter. You huffed, pacing back and forth in front of the entryway. What on earth could they possibly be talking about?

“I need some air,” you muttered to yourself, the leftover heat from so many bodies gathered in one space causing your head to feel light. You pushed the door open, sighing in relief as the cool, night air engulfed you. The sweat clinging to your skin added another layer of relief as you stood in the middle of the street, head leaned back and eyes closed.

Soon, the summertime would be here again, and you grimaced at the thought of the sticky heat that would cling to you with little to no relief available. You truly hated the heat.

You allowed yourself to relax in your moment of solitude, arms stretched wide as you twirled in the dirt road, a smile once again gracing your face. Life out in the west had started rough for you, no one could argue that, but you had managed to survive and even find a place for yourself here with the help of your newfound loved ones. Of course, there had been a rough patch in the middle there, but you had overcome it, coming out stronger in the end and even earning yourself a little nickname from the locals: Priest.

“I don’t get it,” you had frowned, staring at the barmaid in front of you. Bunny let out a sigh as she placed the mug down, placing both hands on the bar as she stared at you.

“It’s because of the way you made Isaac confess to everything,” she explained, cocking her head to the side. “And the way you brought him to his knees, begging for mercy.”

“He didn’t beg for mercy,” you scowled. “Who’s saying that? That’s not true at all!”

“It doesn’t matter,” the other girl had sighed. “That’s what story is making the rounds, and that’s the one that’s gonna stick, Scout. Just let it happen because it’s going to whether you approve of it or not.”

You still thought it was silly, quite frankly, but you had let it go. You had even gotten better at holding back your eye rolls every time you heard someone refer to you with that nickname.

An odd feeling overcame you, pulling you back into the current moment. Your arms dropped down to your sides as you opened your eyes, gaze flickering around the empty streets before landing on a figure hiding in the shadows just two streets down. Your heart stopped at the unexpected sight, eyes narrowing to try and make out who it was. He was a man of average height, and you could just barely make out the few features on his bearded face. You were sure you recognized the man who stood there watching you. His face was unreadable, intensely so as he stared at you, hands in his pockets. Before you could call out to him, the door to city hall opened behind you and you turned with a jump.

Jake trotted down the few stairs, a scowl on his face as he took in the sight of you alone.

“I thought I told you to wait for me by the entrance?” He asked, stopping in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“I did,” you replied, rolling your eyes with a matching scowl. “That was twenty minutes ago.”

A sheepish look crossed over his face, and he hunched his shoulders as he looked at you.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered. “We lost track of the time.”

You hummed, turning your gaze back down the street towards where the man had been standing, only now he was gone. You frowned, brow pinching as you tried to think of where you knew him from.

“What is it?” Jake asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You shook your head.

“It’s nothing,” you sighed, placing your arms around his shoulders as he swayed the two of you in place. “Just thought I saw something.”

“Your eyes must be playing tricks on you,” he murmured, leaning forward to rest his head against yours. He gave you a suggestive smirk. “You must be tired. We should get you back home and in bed.”

“I feel that it’s in my best interest to inform you that I will be going to bed alone tonight,” you told him, earning a pout from the blond.

“Haven’t you ever heard that doing things together is much more fun than doing things by yourself?” He retorted.

“And haven’t you ever heard of not taking advantage of a lady?” You shot back, an eyebrow raised at him. He tossed his head back into a cackle, leaning back forward with a grin.

“Honey girl, you and I both know that you take advantage of me plenty,” he chuckled, rubbing his nose against yours.

“I do no such thing!” You argued, pouting up at him. He huffed a laugh before placing a brief kiss against your lips.

“Sure you don’t,” he responded, the grin never leaving his face. “So what would you call the other day when I was working hard on your brother’s ranch and you practically tackled me in the barn to-”

“Jacob Seresin, don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you scowled. His grin grew impossibly larger as he squeezed you tighter against him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, green eyes growing soft as they took you in. One of his hands ran up your side and stopped to cup your cheek, thumb running gently over the skin there. You basked in the attention he showed you, eyes fluttering shut as you took the time to absorb the moment.

“Jake?”

“Yes, honey girl?”

“Hurry up and propose to me,” you stated, eyes opening to find his soft expression mix with one of utter amusement.

“Can’t rush these things, darlin’,” he said, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Want it to be perfect for you.”

You let out a sigh, pursing your lips in impatience. Jake chuckled at your put out expression, pulling away just enough to direct you towards the way home.

“All in good time, honey girl,” he rasped, squeezing your hip. “All in good time.”

A/N: And we're back with the DPU! Friendly reminder that I am doing away with my tag list and using my side blog: @sailoraviator-library for update notifications! Just follow that blog and turn on post notifications if you'd like to be notified of all updates! As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. I also post updates on AO3 under the username sailor_aviator if you'd like to check me out there as well. Until next time!

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jaidens · 7 months

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Can you do an fic where maverick mitchell comforts the reader after something really bad happens and she struggles to take care of her mental health at that time

evermore (ft. bon iver) — taylor swift.

pairing [s] : pete ‘maverick’ mitchell x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : mental health

a/n [s] : ty for the request!

“Lieutenant L/N, you're grounded from today until the assigned therapist alerts that it's okay.”

Where you're sitting on the leather chair, staring at your higher-up as he tells you the news that will kill you. You always reach for the skies, and your fighter jet takes you there. Your sanity was based on how high up you could fly before the pressure began to hurt.

“I understand this news isn't what you wanted to hear today.”

Of course it wasn't. You were expecting another admiral to yell at you for your tricky behavior in the skies. How it was a million dollar project by the government and it doesn't give you the right to fly it childishly.

“Thank you. You're excused now.”

You stand up and it feels like the room is closing in and out on itself. You push the door open and walk outside. Goose and Maverick are standing against the wall, noses high in the air. Maverick was your (what you had believed) boyfriend. He had courted you a few times on base, somehow grasping you on the first day of the academy.

“Y/N, hey, what's happening? What did he tell you?”

Maverick falters from his position, and runs up next to where you're walking. You look over at him, and you can feel how your lip quivers. You could be yelled at a million times, you could take anything. But, when it came to your jet and the skies, it absolutely killed you.

“They grounded me.”

Maverick puts his hand on your arm, and bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. The tears blur your vision and you attempt to cover your face and wipe away the tears that gather.

“Here, come over to my place tonight. I have a surprise that'll make you feel better.”

Maverick tells you, kissing your cheek and he gives you a second-long hug before running back to where Goose is whispering across the hallway at him. You go to the locker room and pack up your things into your backpack. The flight suit that's in your locker makes you waver and you slam the door closed.

You drive home to your house, and fall to the couch. The picture of your jet and you makes you sick to see, you slam the picture down face down. You pull the blanket over you and curl up into yourself. All of your feelings start to pour out of you into the couch below you. Tears, anger, and sadness that was crushed up inside of you.

You stayed there. The television played some random TV show and all you did was stay there. You didn't get you for, had you guessed, three hours until you heard the knocks on the door. The sound of grocery bags and humming enters your house.

“Hey, I went to the store and got us a new tape, some greasy drive thru dinner, and a dessert.”

Pete walks in to the living carrying take out bags and CVS ones. You give him a small smile and sit up on the couch. He always made you feel a little better; how seeing his face made you smile. He walks over and sets the bags down on the coffee table. Pete sits and gives your temple a small kiss before pulling out the food.

“How are you feeling? I’ve been grounded before, it feels horrible.”

You frown and lay against Pete. He wraps his arms around you and you push into his chest. If you had to be honest, he smells like jet fuel and his rosemary-mint shampoo and conditioner. For some reason it was your favorite smell of yours, how it stayed on your bedsheets in the morning.

“It won't feel like this forever. Soon, you'll be back in the sky, somehow beating me in every damn race.”

Your lips tug into a smile and you laugh a bit. Pete gives you a smile, and rubs your back gently. The food is left forgotten as you lay against Pete.

“I’m thankful you're here. I probably would've just laid here, sad and lonely.”

Pete smiles at your confession.

“Don’t thank me. I’m here because I love you. I’ll take care of you until we're both old and wrinkly., still flying our jets high.”

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lovedrots · 2 years

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hii! i love your work :) how about peter x stark!reader where y/n and flash are forced to be partners for a project but peter gets adorably jealous over the whole thing <3

ii. what he doesn't have

ii . what he doesn’t have - p.p. x stark!reader

synopsis : being a stark means that almost everyone is chasing after you for schoolwork help, being a “genius’s” daughter. so, what happens when you happen to be paired for a project with the one and only flash thompson – with your boyfriend, peter parker, in the same class?

warnings : mild swearing, insecure pete :(, flash being a bully as always

a/n : thank you for the compliment and request, angel! i’ve tried my best to get our boy’s insecure and jealous side down, but please bear with me if it’s off at all. ps; it may be a little rushed? <3

word count : 2,737

all you’ve known since you were a kid were luxuries, crime-scenes, and a fair share of booksmarts. all thanks to your surname; stark.

yeah, a part of you enjoyed the whispers of awe, the freebies you got when you were out. but school? that was a whole other situation in itself.

you were constantly surrounded and berated by students, offering cash, – as if you needed any more – snacks, their souls, for you to do their projects, finals, or homework for them. though you could understand where they came from, it did nothing to soothe your anxiety and annoyance.

the only thing that did help, was your boyfriend. peter benjamin parker.

each morning he awaited you at your locker, doe-eyes locked onto you like you were the moon and sun. under his gaze, everything melted away, and you felt as if you were wrapped in a freshly washed blanket.

but, lets not get ahead of ourselves. after all, every relationship, no matter how loving, comes with its downsides. you and peter’s?

jealousy.

when you weren’t spending every moment of every day together, peter would watch you as you got flocked by hopeful, puppy-loving boys and girls. though you’d always proudly shown your boyfriend off to the world, it didn’t exactly stop the declarations of ‘love’ from rolling in.

and today was really no different. you and peter walked hand-in-hand down the halls of midtown high, floating above everyone else, whispering in each others ears, grins plastered on your faces. to everyone else, it looked as though you were exchanging compliments, words of romance.

but, what you were really discussing?

what the two of you wanted to research for today’s announced chemistry project.

“what about the fritz harber’s experiments?” you offered, wrecking your brain for ideas. you knew that your teacher would provide everyone lists of suggestions, but you had always preferred to think of something on your own. the lists were your fallback plan.

“that feels more like a history subject,” he countered, biting his lip. “other than going into detail about chemical warfare – which, again; history – there isn’t much we can do.”

you threw your head back in exasperation, wishing you could fall to the floor then and there. this project had to be perfect. it was your ticket to m.i.t., or any ivy league college, for that matter.

the two of you volleyed suggestions back and forth, bickering, laughing, and brooding, ‘till you reached the open door to ms. warren’s classroom. peter gave your hand a gentle squeeze, a reassurance. even if it took a few hours of brainstorming, you’d come up with something. you had to.

you strayed from him, taking your assigned seat a few tables away. you weren’t a big fan of the arrangement, but you knew the teacher only wanted the best for you. especially after peter and you had wasted days worths of time whispering to each other, when you should have been paying attention.

the rest of the class tumbled in as the bell chimed, sitting in their respective corners, voices dialing down to a hush as ms. warren stood, a stack of papers – what you assumed to be the project rubric – in her hands.

“class,” she curtly nodded. “i believe we all know what today is, yes?”

you all muttered your agreements, shifting in your chairs, eger to get to work. you didn’t have much time to complete it, after all; only a week. normally, you’d get two. or more.

the lady grinned in approval, thumbing through the stack, pulling out a singular list from the bunch. “now, normally, i would let you guys choose your groups. but, upon recent mishaps,” her eyes narrowed to two boys, who had caused a minor fire while goofing off in class during the last project, “i’ve taken … extra precautions. i’ve decided to arrange partners by last name. if all goes well, you can return to your normal pairs.”

you shot up in year seat, alarms going off in your head. you and peter’s eyes met at the same moment, both of you pouty and distraught. this would be one of the first projects you would do separately.

the teacher began reading off a list of names, passing out yellow-print rubrics as she brushed between tables.

you fiddled with the bent edge of your paper, waiting for her to near the ‘s’ section.

what didn’t occur to you, was that you were the only ‘s’ in the class.

“eugene – flash – thompson, and y/n stark,” she went on until she hit the end of the list with a click of her tongue. she found her way back to her desk, sitting cross-legged upon her plush seat. before any of your peers could whine in protest, she waved her finger, eyes shooting daggers. or, more accurately, threats of an ‘F’ on your papers. “if i hear any one of you complain, i won’t hesitate to try this experiment again,”

needless to say, the lot of you shut up.

“off you go,” she announced with the wave of her hand. off you went, indeed; the classroom was a mess, students trying to find their partners – some even struggling to figure out who, exactly, they were paired with. it was a frenzy.

but, it was no issue for you.

how could it be, when you were with the flamboyant, arrogant, rather bastardous flash. you’d despised him ever since liz’s house party, when he had publicly made a fool of poor peter parker. you were a tad bit annoyed at ned, too – but that was a different story. ned was still one of your best friends. but flash? god, he was just a bully.

you slid into the seat next to him, and though you met his gaze, your eyes were anything but kind. “listen here eugene,” you huffed, “i’m just here to get our work done. this does not mean i see you as anything more than trash.”

flash scoffed, as though to cover up the fact that he was (very obviously) butt-hurt. “i don’t need to hear that from someone with penis-parker. it’s flash, by the way. not eugene.”

you chuckled, fiddling with the end of your number two pencil. “right, sorry eugene. but i don’t think you should talk that way to someone with such close contact to your beloved spider-man.”

he puckered his lips, face growing sour. “oh, come on. everyone loves spider-man. he’s awesome. i’m not abnormal, like your boy-toy. unless you’re referring to my good looks and class.” he wiggled his brows, and though it wasn’t his intent, you only cackled louder at his unwavering cockiness.

earning a glance from peter.

the poor boy, already brooding from ms. warren’s new arrangement, seemed to deflate further. he couldn’t exactly pick up what you were talking about. all he saw was your face lighting up, laughing at – what he assumed to be – a stupid joke made by his bully.

throughout the period, you and flash bickered to no end. poking fun at each other's hair, clothes, even your friends. though you both had malicious intent, peter couldn’t help but catch flash slipping up; his hand lingering next to yours, even when you pushed him away, calling you silly nicknames, though you angrily told him to stop. the way he brushed the hair out of your face, before you swatted his hand away, threatening to chop his beloved body parts off. the whites of your boyfriend’s knuckles showed, him wishing he could simply pounce off the walls and leave a bruise on the other’s sad mistake of a face.

when the bell rung, you didn’t hesitate to hop off the chair quick as lighting, snatching up your notebook and pens. you didn’t even bother to bid flash good-bye, even when he extended a card with his number plastered in gold letters.

a card that you ignored. what sort of stuck-up kid carried a fake business card with them?

slinging your backpack over a shoulder, you skipped over to pete, mindlessly taking his hand; a habit you gathered a month into dating. he seemed to squeeze your fingers tighter than usual, and though you thought nothing of it, it didn’t stop you from noticing as you left the school house.

on the way back to peter’s apartment, the boy seemed awfully quiet. he even refused to look you in the eye, syrup-brown eyes gazing into storm drains, or up at street lamps. though, they seemed so far off, as if he wasn’t truly present. you had been chattering on-and-off for the entire ten minute walk home, stopping only when you realized he really wasn't content on responding, no matter how many times you called his name. for someone whose senses were dialed to, like, two hundred, he sure was good at ignoring situations.

you had iterated the same question six times to him, before you gave up, your grip on his hand growing tighter, as if you were afraid he would let go.

reaching his loft number, he unlocked the front door, calling out for aunt may.

not home. likely getting takeout, he had suggested gruffly.

peter dropped his bag down next to yours, making a beeline for his bedroom; the room you’d spent so many sleepless nights together in.

you followed him, hand colder now that he let you go. “pete, are you okay?” you asked gently, sitting next to him on the bed, your shoulders touching. the boy moved impossibly closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, arms encircling your waist.

he was only this needy after a bad day.

“peter?” you whispered, lips pulled into a frown. “hey, talk to me. did i do something? you know you can tell me anything. i won’t look down on you.”

“you will,” he responded, pulling his head back to look at you, at last. his usually soft eyes seemed sharper, sculpted with anger. “it’s – it’s not you i’m angry with. flash; he should know who you belong to. not that you’re an object! i just – i just can’t. i can’t watch him take the only thing that i have to myself. he shouldn’t have been touching you, your hands, your face –”

your stare softened, cupping his pouting face in both your hands. ‘that’s what this fuss is about? flash? i knew it was a special case. these things happen wayyy to much for it to have just been normal jealousy.”

he leaned into your touch, nodding as he pressed his lips to the palm of your hand. “he gets everything he wants. and people don’t even actually like him! he’s mean, and annoying, and …” his voice broke, and with it, so did your heart. “you’re the only thing of mine that he doesn’t have.”

his sniffles had you wiping salty tears from his pink cheeks, the once harsh gaze in his eyes now soft. sad. “you know how i feel about flash. he’s a total bitch.”

“but you laughed with him. i’m telling you; he’s trying to take you, to get to me. and he’s better, in more ways than one. he’s rich. confident.”

“laughed with him?” you breathed a ghost of a giggle. “pete, i was laughing at him. the idiot’s the most hypocritical, egotistical ass in the world. even my dad couldn’t beat him there. and, why would i ever need his wealth?”

“... you’ve got a point,” peter huffed, sucking on his teeth. “but he touched you … still …”

“and i told him off for it,” you shrugged, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. “you know i wouldn’t let anyone else do that with me.”

“y/n, am i stupid? for getting jealous?” he asked meekly, swallowing the lump in his throat. he’d been pondering the question during the walk home, shutting out all noise in the process. after all, you had rejected his enemy’s moves bluntly. you hadn’t even accepted his phone number. but it still bugged him. he knew you wouldn’t ever leave him for eugene thompson of all people, but having anyone show romantic interest in you was like a knife to the heart.

your brows narrowed. “stupid? no, pete, never. that guy’s the dumb one, for ever thinking he had a chance against you,” you scoffed. “i mean, he has a mustache, for thor’s sake.”

the joke lured a gurgle of a laugh from your companion. “thank’s, y/n/n,” he murmured, bringing his face closer to yours, inch by inch.

when his lips captured yours, you savored it. if you hadn’t been sitting, you would have collapsed, your knees feeling so week at his touch. it was different, this time. normally, his kisses were sweet, short. endearing. but in that moment, it was greedy, almost devouring, as if he was happy to simply drown in the essence of you. he tasted like blueberry pie, and you were more than eager to explore it all, the fluttering in your stomach something you could never get used to, and –

“you kids home?” a feminine voice called from the corridor. you pounced off of peter, stumbling back, up against his closet.

“yeah,” he shouted, though his voice was that of a mouse. he looked at you for approval, red blotting his cheeks and nose. you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, the poor guy in front of you very obviously distraught.

you heard shuffling in the background, plastic bags being undone. “lovely!” may hummed. “i got us tacos. i was going to make a stir-fry, but …”

“it’s fine, may. thank you,” you said through strings of giggles. you offered peter an outstretched hand, which he gratefully took, pulling himself off the bed. you knew he could do it on his own with ease, but the small action touched his heart.

you laced your fingers through his, leading him into the dining room, takeout boxes neatly unfolded. “is something wrong?” may asked doubtfully, eyeing peter’s puffy eyes and flushed face. you wore a devil’s grin, which your boyfriend could only take as, ‘we’ve got a new story to tell your aunt.’

and there was certainly no backing you down.

the rest of the night was spent on the three of you laughing over your dinner, peter pouting as you gleefully exposed his fit only moments ago (making sure to leave out the insecure bits. you weren’t willing to shatter his trust in you, after all).

needless to say, it was 2:45 a.m. by the time peter swung you back to the tower.

a week had passed, and you were exhausted. each meeting you had with flash, the more you seemed to hate the guy. it had gotten to the point where you gave him an ultimatum; if he talked to you about anything that wasn’t related to the project, you would ‘show spidey his fan-accounts.’ specifically, the embarrassing ones, like when he theorized that spider-man was the lovechild of tony stark and some monstrous spider-queen.

a scene you really didn’t need to visualize, regarding your dad.

and it worked. he stopped touching you, stopped talking to you outside of your class time. he even stopped making fun of peter, when you were around. which was basically all the time.

but now, the two of you were wrapping up your presentation. you had spent hours and sleepless nights on your gadget. even pete had pitched in some help, which you thankfully repaid him for by helping code his own machine.

you dramatically bowed at the end of your speech, earning a laugh from your peers. the last project of the day, finally completed. hopping off the mini-stage, you skittered to your lover, letting him wrap you in an embrace. “i’m so proud of you!” he cheered, ruffling your hair.

you made a noise similar to whining, ducking to avoid the further messing up of your appearance. “i don’t think anyone could top yours, though.”

he grinned like a little kid, his chest puffing with pride. you were so focused on cooing over him, that you hadn’t noticed your project partner sauntering in your direction.

“yo, y/n/n! i think we work pretty well together. we sho–”

“don’t talk to my girlfriend,” peter snapped, grip on your silhouette tightening.

you nodded in approval, rubbing his back. “you tell him, baby,” you sniggered, joyful that your boyfriend had so openly shot down the bastard.

… and, seeing flash’s baffled face was a plus, you supposed.

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sebastianstangirl01 · 1 year

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Can I request a fix where Maverick’s friend or girlfriend is attacked and Maverick rescues her? I know it’s dark but I love protective Mav

Rescue

Title: Rescue

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Girlfriend Reader

Summary: When you are attacked in the parking lot of the bar you are suppose to be meeting your boyfriend Maverick and all your friends at, Maverick comes to your rescue.

Warnings: angst, attempted sexual assault, violence, language, happy ending

Authors Note: I also love protective Mav, so I hope you like this fic! Feel free to send in more protective Mav and other top gun characters requests!

After a hard day at work the one thing you wanted to do was go home, take a nice relaxing bath, and spend time with the love of your life Pete Mitchell. Being a kindergarten teacher is a lot harder than people think, parents can be crazy especially when their child is involved.

Today you had trouble with a little boy in your class Andy, who was inappropriately touching a few of the little girls in your class, you immediately contacted the office because you had repeatedly told him that it wasn’t okay to touch people without permission but it was like everything went in one ear and out the other. One thing you learned in the recent trainings you had to take was that sometimes kids can project the kind of behavior they saw at home at school.

You were concerned because you have also had trouble with the little boys dad Adam, when he would drop Andy off in the mornings it wasn’t uncommon for him to make inappropriate advances and comments towards you. Of course you always shut those advances down, stressing how inappropriate and unprofessional his comments were but it seemed that he didn’t see anything wrong with his behavior.

The front office called the Adam and reported what happened and asked for him to come in for a session with the guidance counselor along with Andy. But it seemed that that just pissed him off and he said he would make you pay for making such rash assumptions.

So when Pete called you and asked if you would meet him and your guys’s friends at the bar when you got off work, you really wanted to say no but you also had to skip out on the last get together because of a program your school had. So you reluctantly agreed to meet him there and after exchanging “I love you’s” you packed up your work bag and left your classroom.

When you walked out into the parking lot you got an weird feeling in your gut, you felt like you were being watched but when you checked your surroundings and didn’t see anyone you just assumed you were being paranoid. So you got into your car and started driving towards the bar, not noticing the car tailing you from the school.

You could already hear the music from inside the bar when you pulled into the crowded parking lot, you ended up having to park quite a little ways away from the building which made you a little nervous but luckily the area was well lit and there was always people coming in and out of the building.

Just as you were about to get out of your car your phone rang and you looked down to see it was Pete calling making you smile.

“Hey.” You answered as you applied some lipstick since any that you would have had on earlier is definitely worn off by now

“Hey baby, you almost here?” Pete asked over the phone and you could hear the music and commotion in the background

“Yep. I’m outside and about to come in now.” You said as you put the lid back on your lipstick

“Okay, me and Goose will meet you outside. There’s a lot of people here tonight and I don’t want you to get lost.” Pete said and you could hear Goose talking in the background

“Okay. I’ll meet you at the front.” You said as you got out of your car with your purse before locking it and making your way towards the lit up entrance

“Okay baby, love you.” Pete said making you smile

“I love you too.” You replied before hanging up and putting your phone into your purse

As you were walking you got that sinking feeling in your chest again, like back at the school. The feeling that someone was watching you. You turned around and looked at your surroundings but once again didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, you sighed and shook your head before turning around but gasped as you ran into a firm chest.

You immediately took a step back but two hands wrapped around your biceps roughly and jerked you forward making you drop your purse on the ground.

“Let go of me!” You exclaimed pushing and shoving at his chest, when you got a look at his face. “Adam?”

“I told you I would make you pay!” Adam seethed making your eyes widen, he looked completely unhinged. “What do you think I’m some kind of freak? Huh? Is that what you meant when you said my son was doing whatever he’s seen at home? How dare you!”

“Adam listen, okay, look. I have had other parents as well as students complain to me about Andy’s behavior towards them and their daughters. I had to report it to the office because it is my job. I am truly sorry if I hurt you or Andy or your family, it wasn’t my intention.” You explained to him as calmly as you could, but his grip wasn’t loosening and it was starting to scare you

“Do you think I’m some kind of sexual predator? That I just go around touching women in front of my son?” Adam asked with dark eyes not even reacting to what you said

“No. No of course not. But we can talk about this another time, you can make an appointment and come talk to me at school about it or we can talk to the guidance counselor. Whatever you need okay, but I can promise you that nothing good will come out of whatever is happening right now.” You stressed trying to stay calm as he started dragging you away from the entrance and further into the parking lot. “Adam let me go! You need to let me go!”

“No. No. If your making me into some kind of villain then I’m going to play the villain!” Adam exclaimed shoving you against a car making you gasp as your head hit the window

“Get off me!” You yelled loosing your cool as you struggled in his grasp as his hands started moving down your body. “Let me go!”

You fought against him and managed to bring your knee up and connecting between his legs making him grunt and slightly loosen his grip on you, he straightened back up and hit you closed fist across the face making you fall to the ground.

“Hey! Y/N!” You heard and almost cried in relief as you recognized Pete’s voice. “Goose grab her.”

Pete put himself in between you and Adam and threw a punch knocking him straight to the floor.

You felt arms wrap around you and help you to your feet, you immediately knew it was Goose based on the glimpse of the blue Hawaiian shirt he was wearing.

“Are you okay?” Goose asked keeping his arms around you as he started leading you a little bit away from Adam

“I think so. He was going crazy. Where’s Pete?” You asked breathing heavily and trying to look around Goose’s tall frame

“He’s just taking care of the trash. Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” Goose sighed looking at your split lip and red cheek that would surly bruise

“But what about Pete? What if he gets hurt?” You stressed worried about your boyfriend, you know he can handle himself but Adam was off his rocker and was capable of anything

“We’ve got him Y/NN.” Ice said as he and Slider jogged up to you and Goose having heard and seen the commotion going on outside the bar on their way out for a smoke break

“Thank you guys.” You said and they both gave you comforting smiles

“Don’t worry about it.” Slider waved you off before he and Ice jogged in Pete’s direction

Goose had taken you into the bar and into the lady’s room after informing one of the workers what had happened outside and they immediately called the police. He helped you onto the counter and grabbed the first aid kit and opening it on the counter beside you.

“So what happened?” Goose asked as he opened a alcohol wipe

“I have his son in my class and had to report him to the front office because he kept groping the girls in class. He got all mad about it and said that I basically was calling him a predator. He came here to make me pay as he liked to say.” You said and winced as Goose carefully dabbed the corner of your lip with the wipe

“Is it that Andy kid?” Goose asked with recognition

“Yeah. Why? Brad hasn’t said anything has he?” You asked in concern, you had Bradley in your class the year before last but he still spent a lot of time in your classroom since you are his favorite aunt and godmother

“He mentioned that the kid was rude to him one day but didn’t say much else about it. Seems like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Goose commented making you chuckle and nod wincing as it made your head ache

The bathroom door opened and Pete walked in with wide eyes but immediately let out a breath of relief when he saw you.

“Oh baby. Are you alright?” Pete asked as he took Goose’s place in front of you and gently cupping your cheek as Goose snuck out of the room to let Carole know what was going on since his wife would surly kill him if he didn’t tell her what happened to her best friend

“I’m okay, are you?” You asked gently running your hand over his red cheek

“I’m fine. You should see the other guy.” Pete gave you his cocky smirk making you chuckle and lean forward into his chest

“I love you. Thank you for protecting me.” You said placing a kiss on his collarbone

“It’s my job baby.” Pete said wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly before kissing your forehead. “I love you so much.”

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softtdaisy · 2 years

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ALL YOUR BEAUTIFUL LIES - PETER PARKER

DESCRIPTION I peter hates lying. but how is he supposed to tell the girl he loves the truth about her dead boyfriend?

PAIRING I tasm!peter parker× fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 3,7k

A/N I it feels sooo good to write for Peter again I feel in love with him every single time. I really hope you will love this story 🤍

WARNING I mention of death

Lying was never the right solution. Peter knew it.

But from day one, he knew he was doomed with you. Because there was no way he could tell you the truth.

Peter met you a few months ago when you started working at Oscorp. Not only were you smart enough to deal with important projects there, but you were so nice that people weren’t scared to ask you for advices. It didn’t take long for the employees to appreciate you. And you quickly got known there as the girl that was dating Reid, one of the main managers in Peter’s sector. More specifically, they saw you as the one who managed to get his heart when he was seen as the hottest single person there. Girls were trying to have dates with him.

You had him in your bed.

Some of them were jealous, but most of Oscorp just saw you as a cute couple. You always had little intention for each other and were waiting for the other before leaving at night. Peter often compared the smile on your face when you were with Reid as the sun. You were illuminating the whole room when you were there.

Which, clearly, wasn’t the case today. Nobody excepted you to smile at your boyfriend’s funeral, anyway.

Peter had to be there, for you. Even if you weren’t the closest friends at work, it was inconceivable for him not to come and show you his support. You always had a nice word for him. You asked him about May more in a few months than anybody there in years. Peter felt noticed when you were there, like you were really seeing him next to you. And maybe Peter had a crush on you too, which mean his heart would never have allowed him to skip this funeral.

However, as Spiderman, he knew he shouldn’t be there. It wasn’t right.

“Thank you for being here, Peter.” He jumped when he heard your voice, too lost in his mind to notice you were coming to him. He hated that you didn’t have that bright smile on your face today. He hated that you were so sad your eyes were constantly red and so was your nose. He hated that he saw at least ten people giving you a hug to comfort you.

He hated that, it was partly his fault that you were sad today.

“I couldn’t leave you alone today. Not that you are alone! I saw your friends there, but…” Typically of Peter. He was so nervous around you that he got lost in his thoughts and words. But at least, he managed to make you chuckle slightly and it was worth every gaffe he could make. You stopped him by hugging him. You needed a hug more than anything. And somehow, seeing Peter here was comforting. You appreciated the boy, and it meant a lot for you to see his face in this crowd of mostly unknown people.

You were still in Peter’s arms when you let your mind talk, maybe for the first time since Reid’s death. “I can’t believe what happened, it doesn’t make sense.” You looked up at Peter. You were so confused that you didn’t notice he froze when you started talking about the accident. “What was Reid doing on the rooftop? Why did he jump? And what was Spiderman doing there if he couldn’t save him?”

Even if he was prepared for you to say his alias, Peter still jumped a little when he heard the way you said it. With some kind of bitterness. Like you were blaming him for your boyfriend’s death. Peter wished he could say something, but nothing was coming to his mind to save him.

Instead, he focused the people’s look on you two. He could easily imagine what they were thinking, seeing you in someone else’s arms at your boyfriend’s funeral. That was the reason he let you go suddenly and took a step back. “I…I have to go.”

You frowned, confused at his attitude’s change. “But call me if you need to change your mind!” Peter simply said before walking away. You guessed he left because of Reid’s friends looking at you, that was what you thought when you noticed their look too.

You had no idea that guiltiness was eating Peter alive.

And because you didn’t know about his feelings, either about Reid’s death or his crush on you, you indeed called Peter to hang out with you. You started during the week off you took because Oscorp reminded you of too many memories. You couldn’t deal with everyone’s pity look on you or the way they would try to be nicer with you because of your loss. But at the same time, you absolutely didn’t want to be alone. So, Peter went out with you to the grocery store or accompanied you on walks.

More than having company, you appreciated Peter’s presence by your side. There was something comforting about that boy. Maybe it was his gorgeous brown eyes that were so sweet it made you feel like you were the prettiest thing they ever look at. Maybe it was his big arms that made you think that nothing could ever happen to you, especially when Peter would put one over your shoulder to keep you close in the crowd. Maybe it was his laugh that made your day so much lighter every time you heard it.

Or maybe it was Peter in his entirety, the way he made you feel special during difficult times.

What you liked, too, was that Peter was always ready to come to you. You maybe took advantage of his kindness when you needed it. Like this one night you felt terrible after coming back to work. You texted Peter and asked him if he wanted to come to the cinema with you. “Sure, I’ll pick you up.” He replied, without asking about the movie.

The thing was, after spending a whole day surrounding by people who looked at you with sad smiles, you felt like the whole world was trying to make you feel bad. Especially considering you were slowly moving on Reid’s death.

For some reason, when Peter arrived and during the whole walk to the cinema, you felt like he was pitying you. And he noticed how you were distancing yourself from him. Peter really thought you had learned the truth. And for the first time, he realized how much he cared about you and how insufferable it would be for him to lose you. “What’s going on?” he finally asked you, grabbing you by the hand to prevent you from going away.

You didn’t answer at first. But when you looked at Peter, and interpreted his confused look for a sorry one, you couldn’t keep it to yourself. “I feel like the whole world knows I’m trying to move on and try to make me feel guilty with sad and pity looks. And you too!” you said, pointing a finger at him.

Peter was even more confused. “Me?” if one person had to feel guilty, it would be him. Why would he shame you? “I’m not pitying you, I’m encouraging you to keep going with your life.” He had this sweet voice he was using when he wanted to calm things down. He was doing that when you were crying in his arms, saying you should have noticed Reid’s behavior and he was convincing you it was never your responsibility.

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes at this answer. But when you made a step forward, Peter pulled on your arm to bring you closer to him. He didn’t control his strength and you ended up against his chest. You were both breathless for a few seconds, looking at each other with a mix of excitement, desire and fear.

Peter slowly brought his other hand to your face to brush your hair away. “I’m not pitting you.” He whispered, giving you a small kiss on the lips. One that you could easily think you imagined. But one that you appreciated. Because even if Peter noticed your wish to kiss him, he didn’t take advantage of it. He just proved you he wanted it just as much.

“Should we keep going? We’re going to miss the ads.” He had this playful smile that meant ‘let’s pretend nothing happened.’ A smile that was hiding all his stressful feelings. And yours, at the same time. You still needed time before settling down with someone new, even if a part of you already knew that it would be with Peter. The only way you found to prove him you were not giving up on the idea was to hold his hand during the movie. You felt like two teenagers in love, but you didn’t care. You needed to discover love again, like it was the first time.

You opened yourself to the situation the more you were seeing Peter. From small dates to bigger one and weekend outside of the town, you accepted that maybe it was right for you to start a new relationship. Especially with someone so caring and gentle like Peter Parker. You thought that after what you went through, nothing could go wrong.

Until one day, you noticed the blue and red suit in his closet. You didn’t mean to; you weren’t curious about Peter’s life to the point you would look for things he wasn’t talking about. You just wanted to hang the jacket he landed you. You didn’t except to find the biggest secret someone ever kept from you.

Or what you thought, at that moment, was the biggest.

“So, I called the restaurant. We can be there at…oh.” When Peter entered the room, he immediately knew what was going on. He didn’t need to look more into it. He knew exactly where he had put his suit when he came back yesterday. He never planned on hiding it. He never planned on you coming here, in the first place.

There was so much to say and yet Peter couldn’t open his mouth to defend himself. His voice was gone and his thoughts off.

When you turned around, Peter saw your red eyes and the expression on your face. It was a mixed between anger and deception. Something he knew he deserved from keeping things from you. “How…how could you lie to me?” your voice was already broken and it broke Peter’s heart. Because you were already this miserable with just the sight of the suit, he couldn’t imagine how you would be once you learnt the truth. “You know what happened that night.”

It hit you right when you said it. After months of wondering why Reid had killed himself, you realized that Peter, who was always there to comfort you and tell you it wasn’t your fault, knew what really happened and why he did that. Then, you realized something else. “And you didn’t save him.” You let your first sob out. You couldn’t believe that New York’s favorite superhero couldn’t save your boyfriend. “Why? Why Peter!” you screamed, walking fast to him to hit his chest.

Peter was still silent while you were hitting him harder and harder. He wished you could hurt him physically so he could feel the same pain as you. He wished you would hit him harder or use anything else that would harm him for real. But he knew that you wouldn’t even try, you were too nice for that. “It’s more complicated than you think…” were the first words he said. And of course, you laughed. It was a nervous and angrily laugh.

“More complicated than what, Peter? What is more complicated than you watching Reid fall to his death and not trying to save him?” Every time you were saying that, Peter could see him fall again. And again. Desperately wishing there was a way to save him. But it was too late.

“Reid isn’t…wasn’t who you think he was.” These words stopped you from hitting Peter. You frowned and took a step back. No, he couldn’t be using that pathetic excuse of you didn’t know him. Because it wasn’t true. You were dating Reid; you knew that man perfectly. There was no way you didn’t know anything about him. No?

“And so what, hm? He was cheating on me? He had a double life? Another wife? Children maybe? What was he hiding Peter, go on tell me!”

As much as Peter understood why you were angry, it was eating him alive not to tell you the truth. But could you handle it? He was trying hard to fight the words that wanted to escape his lips, to prevent you from being even more hurt. But you were pushing him harder and harder that at one moment, he couldn’t fight anymore. “He was working at Oscorp to make an immortal cure, ok!” Peter heard his own voice, the way it was harsh like a teenager fighting his parents and telling them mean things. He wished he could have been, at least, gentler when telling you that.

“No! You’re lying!” you were now screaming through your tears. You didn’t want to believe Peter. He couldn’t be right. Reid wasn’t the bad guy. If one person was supposed to be, it would be Peter for not saving him.

Since you couldn’t handle the situation anymore, and didn’t want to hear more of Peter lies, you left his apartment. And he didn’t try to prevent you from doing so. If he was you, Peter wouldn’t believed a single word either. He knew you needed time. So, he watched you leave his place. Maybe his life.

He wasn’t surprised when you didn’t come back to work. Neither was he when he learned you resigned from Oscorp. He guessed that not only did it reminded you of Reid, but now it reminded you of Peter’s betrayal too.

For a month, Peter didn’t hear from you. And he gave you the space you needed to think about that mess. He was 99% sure that you would never speak to him again. Which is why he was quite surprised when he saw you standing in front of his door, one night. You said a simple hi before he invited you inside. And you didn’t speak until you put the folder you brought with you on the table. “Tell me what you knew about Reid’s plan.”

“I saw Reid one night at Oscorp. I had left earlier because I had a mission and I needed to get my stuff back. I thought nobody would be there, it was…10 P.M. I think or something like that. But then I saw Reid. He was working on an experiment, and I thought he was just making extra hours. I wasn’t supposed to be there, and he was the chief, so I didn’t make any noises and just took my stuff. But while I was ready to leave, I heard him grunt. I thought he hurt himself, so I ran there, and I stopped right before the door. That’s when I noticed he had injected himself with something.”

“When I came back the next day, Reid called me in his office and told me he knew I was there. Told me he heard some noises and when he didn’t see anybody, he looked at the cameras. So not only did he saw me, but he saw me as Spiderman. I thought I would be in trouble, but he asked me to stay that night to help him. I didn’t want to but my curiosity was too high, so I stayed and that when he explained to me what he wanted to do.”

“He told me he had lost his mom a few months ago and he wanted to work on some immortal cure, something that would prevent people he loved from ever leaving him. He was working on it, and he was testing it on himself. He offered me to take part of it since I had something special in my veins, blablabla. I refused because…well, I already went on that road, and it didn’t end well the first time. He didn’t argue he just asked me to not say anything to anyone, specially not you.”

“But I kept an eye on his project. There was something wrong with this, we are not meant to leave forever. I guess as long as Reid was working on himself, I didn’t mind. But the…the night he died, I got called at Oscorp. Reid was there. He had this arrogant look, very proud of himself. He wanted to tell me that the cure was effective, that he wanted to prove me that I was useless. I thought he just wanted to prove he was superior, and I was ready to let him think that. I didn’t care. Until he told me he was going to test it on you that night, because there was no way he would let such a pretty girl leave him.”

Peter was trying to be careful with his words and look at your reaction. You seemed absolutely calm on the outside, except for your hands grabbing the chair so hard that your joint was turning white. On the inside, you were screaming and blaming yourself for not seeing anything. “Keep going.” You said with a straight voice.

“I couldn’t let him do that. I…I already like you. And if I was ready to let you be happy with someone else, I would never let him hurt you. So, we fought, and I grabbed the flasks with his cure. I don’t know how but we ended up on the rooftop, still fighting for this stupid thing. I told him I couldn’t let him do that, that it was immoral to play with life like that especially with yours. He laughed at me, saying that it was cute to see me fight for my little crush like a teenager. That’s when I broke the flasks above the drain.”

“Reid went absolutely crazy. I thought I could convince him that he should find some help or anything but…he looked at me with that cruel smile. I still see it sometimes. He told me I had ruined his life and that I was going to pay the price. That’s when he let himself fall. I…I grabbed him, I managed to grab him and I thought I could bring him back on the roof. I never meant to kill me or not save him. But he uses some knife or something sharp to cut my webs and while I understand what he did, he was already…down there.”

You couldn’t believe what you just heard. What happened. How your perfect boyfriend was just a monster that wanted to make you his immortal wife. How he was so crazy he tried to steal Peter’s blood. How he would rather die than live forever. How Peter or Spiderman were never the bad guy of the story How…wrong you were about everything you ever thought. You fell on the chair and Peter immediately kneeled in front of you. He grabbed your hand slowly and you let him caress your skin. You needed that.

“I’m sorry for hiding this for you but there was no good way to tell you Reid wasn’t the guy you thought he was. I should have told you the first day, but you were grieving. And I never thought you would like me, and we would start dating, and then it was too late…” you could feel the regret in his voice. And you understood him, in some way. In his situation you probably wouldn’t have been able to tell the person you love how they were wrong about the ex they idolize. So, you gave Peter a small smile.

“I probably wouldn’t have trusted you if you told me before, anyway.” You put your hand on the folder and brought it closer to you. “Now I do. It’s all the research he did for his stupid cure. There were hidden somewhere in the middle of his others documents from work.”

Peter gave one look at the documents. He will probably look more into it once you won’t be there, just to know more about that cure that led to this tragedy. But there was only thing he cared about right now, and it was the person sitting in front of him. Peter kept caressing your skin. He missed you even more than he thought he was. That was how he knew he was really in love with you.

“Do…you want to stay?” he asked with a small voice. He knew there was high chance you won’t want to stay. He still lied to you and it wasn’t because you accepted to come back here to see him that you were ready to start over.

You looked up at Peter. You wanted to. You really wished you could say yes and spend the night with him like nothing happened. But it wouldn’t be right. Because you knew that if you started this too early, you would ruin this relationship. “I’d rather leave.”

Peter nodded. He got up immediately to make you feel pressured to stay any longer. He thought that maybe, letting you leave faster would make you come back quicker. So he accepted to watch you take your bag back and go to his door. He accepted the small kiss you gave him on the cheek to say goodbye. He accepted to watch you leave him, one more time, without being sure that you would ever come back.

But right before he closed the door, you realized you forgot something. “Peter?” You saw his face coming out of the door. He was frowning, curious why you were calling him again. He looked at you walking to him. You didn’t hesitate a single second before putting your hand on his cheek. It was the right thing to do, you knew it. The next second, you gave Peter a simple kiss on the lips. Right like he did at the cinema, weeks ago.

Just to prove him that you still wanted him in your life. You just needed time.

#peter parker #Peter Parker imagine #Peter Parker story #Peter Parker x reader #Peter Parker angst #peter parker x female!reader #tasm!Peter Parker x reader #tasm!Peter Parker imagine #tasm!Peter Parker story #tasm!Peter Parker x female!reader #tasm!peter parker #the amazing spider-man #The Amazing Spider Man #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #Andrew garfield imagine #Andrew garfield story #my writing

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peterparkeristhemaincharacter · 1 year

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Irondad prompt 167 from @irondadmadlads 🥰🥰 I’m not gonna type out the whole thing

When Peter first got accepted to be an intern at Stark Industries, there were a lot of rules to follow. Dress code, wearing the staff badge at all times, not interrupting anyone’s projects were just a few. Which is why when Peter is late due to an incident at school, he freaks out.

Peter frantically speed walks into the tower at 5:09, 39 minutes after he was supposed to be there. His statistics teacher had made him take a test that he had been absent for after school, despite Peter protesting saying he had plans already. After he sped through the test, he swung as fast as he could to Stark Tower, but it wasn’t fast enough. He was getting later by the minute; Mr. Stark was not going to be happy.

He ran up to the front desk, showing his ID, which was approved, and then took the elevator down to the lab, willing FRIDAY to move it faster. He gets into the lab, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, and nervously greets Tony.

“Well well well, what do we have here? Is Spidey-Boy late?” He asks with a playful smirk, but Peter doesn’t realize its presence.

“I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again, I just- there was a test I had to take- very sorry sir, I didn’t mean to waste your time.” His voice cracks on the last word, a lump in his throat. God, was he about to cry in front of Tony Stark?

He sits his backpack down on the floor, his eyes red with tears. “What are you talking about Underoos, everything’s fine,” Tony says, his voice taking a gentler tone. “Everyone’s a little late sometimes, I get it. You can stay longer if it would make you feel better,” he offers.

“I don’t want to waste your time Mr. Stark, I didn’t mean to be late, you don’t need to make up for that.” Peter rubs his eye with his fist, praying that he wouldn’t cry in front of his mentor, his father figure- forget he said that.

“What’s going on here Pete? Why are you so upset? You know you never waste my time, okay? Tell me what this is about, I don’t like seeing you so down on yourself.” Peter breaks eye contact and looks down at the ground.

“Well… it’s just in the official rules when I got accepted as an intern it said we had to be on time every day no exceptions, so obviously that includes today, you can’t make an exception,” he mumbles quickly, embarrassed.

“Oh, Pete…” Tony says sympathetically. “It’s not like you’re fired if you break them sometimes. And besides, they’re more for the real interns, not my lab sidekick,” he says with a smile, trying to raise Peter’s spirits.

Peter lets out a sigh, and the tears go back where they came from. “Sorry Mr. Stark- for overreacting.”

Tony shakes his head. “Entirely fine, okay Bambi? Do you still wanna work in the lab? We could just chill, if that’s what you wanna do.”

Peter cracks a smile. “Yeah yeah, if you still want to.” Tony ruffles his hair and turns to get to work.

“I wanna do what you wanna do.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #irondad #peter parker #tony stark #Tony fucks up #kinda indirectly though #cute irondad fluff #not my best work

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napneeders · 1 year

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obsessing over Izzy in the "stranding the crew" scene today

he's so... elated and not even hideously (tm) this time, because for once his actual mood (enjoying getting rid of them, enjoying that they have no idea) matches what he needs to project (excited about the talent show) (honestly the fact that Izzy seems to be into the talent show should tip them off)

he's so DRAMATIC, like again his grandiose delivery of "Edward is expecting a WONDERFUL talent show" and I would say especially "Edward probably wanted to discuss feelings or something" is definitely fuelled by how easily fooled they are & things seeming to be going back to normal, but tell me that man isn't also just getting off on performing

he lies so easily about why they're there etc but when Pete asks where Lucius is he says nothing. I actually missed this until now because I had thought it was Izzy that said "he'll turn up", but it's Wee John who says that. now I really want to know what he would have said if John hadn't unwittingly let him off the hook.

HIS RIDICULOUSLY WIDE STANCE SHOWING OFF HIS MANGLED FOOT. I 100% believe he's intentionally displaying the evidence of "Blackbeard [being] himself again" (which I've said before I don't think he fully believes deep down but he really needs to believe it) & getting enjoyment from the crew not picking up on it

(overall I think the source of his elation here is the double whammy of not just "it's my reality we're in now, not yours" but also the crew still believing it's their reality. getting one over on them. finally.)

his characteristic negative emotional intelligence when the lie he goes for about Jim is "Edward wanted to discuss feelings". we never see him interact with Jim directly but surely. he has met them. especially ironic when this is a lie he could have better deployed about Lucius, considering the day before he fetched Lucius to discuss Ed's feelings.

also having thoughts about how Con said the two people who intimidate Izzy are Lucius and Jim and here he is having to answer for the whereabouts of both.... idk these thoughts are still brewing

#izzy hands #crew of the revenge #a hideous elation #(i had to change from a numbered list to bulleted bc i don't know how to make the numbers continue after an image break :(( )

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icyfox17 · 17 days

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Okay here's the first irondad snipp I ever wrote (there is def some Tommy vibes since that was all I'd written before this BUT they are like the same person anyway so--)

"I think you should really reconsider your choices of joining a gang, and think of maybe joining a bathing club or something. Those exist right?"

The man doesn't even acknowledge Peter's attempt at a joke, instead swinging at him with another punch, that Peter easily dodges. His gun had been taken by Peter awhile ago, and his stamina was quite frankly depressing. He was panting hard, which meant Peter had to breathe in the stench of his breath, on top of the terrible body odor.

"Ugh, scratch that. You do know what a toothbrush is right? More than 80% of dentists reccomend Colgate. Maybe try that brand."

"I'm gonna," the man heaves, hands on his knees as he catches his breath, and okay this is getting a little sad, "rip your tongue out and feed it to my dog, so I can never hear you talk again."

"Yikesss, that's not nice for your dog. What kinda dog wants to eat human tongue?? Feels bad for your dog."

This time the man opts to scream as a response and charges Peter, who is honestly done with this at this point, so instead of dodging, he shoots him with his web and wraps the man up in it like a cocoon. He also takes care to web up his mouth because man, no one deserves to smell that breath.

Peter looks to the sky, and much to his dismay, it is still day. There isn't even the beginnings of orange tinging the sky to signify sunset, and man today is going to be a long day.

He guesses he could go and try to see what Ned is up to, but Peter's pretty sure he's working on a really important project, and he doesn't want to bother him with it.

Peter sighs heavily. "Karen, I don't know what to do."

The ai responds to him rather quite promptly, "You could always head back to the tower. I'm sure Mr. Stark would pause whatever he was doing to see you, if you wanted him to."

And yeah. That's what Peter normally does, when he's having a slow day. Today though, he's trying to avoid it, considering the fact that he shouldn't be patrolling at all, and he's sure that Mr. Stark would be onto him the minute he saw him. Peter isn't sure how he always seems to know. One time he even took a shower before going to see him, and he still knew. It was probably Karen's fault, though he made her swear not to tell him.

"I know Karen. It's just..." He trails off with a sigh, shooting a web and pulling himself up. He starts to swing through the city aimlessly, still unsure of where to go, but wanting to move away from the crime.

"I'm sure Mr. Stark would be happier to see you than not, even if you have done something against his wishes."

Peter cringes. "You didn't have to phrase it like that Karen."

"How else would I phrase it?"

"I dunno, just not that."

There's silence for a bit as Peter fights with himself. On the one hand, he really does want to see Mr. Stark. He hasn't seen him since right after the accident, and he quite frankly misses hanging out with him. On the other hand, he really does not want to hear a lecture about how he shouldn't be patrolling so soon after his injury.

Ring Ring Ring

Incoming Call From: Tony Stark

Uh oh.

Guess he doesn't have a say in the matter anyway.

"Uh, hi Mr. Stark!" answers Peter as cheerfully as he can, trying to find a decent roof to land on.

"Hey Pete, I was wondering if you--" Mr. Stark cuts himself off. "Is that wind I hear?"

"Uh yeah, it's just super windy where I am right now," Peter says, chuckling nervously. "It's honestly crazy how windy it is. There are definitely going to be some fallen trees tomorrow."

Mr. Stark is silent for a moment before, "You wouldn't... happen to be patrolling right now, would you?"

"Whaaaaat? Noooo," Peter winces as he hears a car blast it's horn, "that would be entirely irresponsible of me. I would never."

"You know I can look at your suit's cameras and see what you're seeing right now, right?"

"Obviously, but you're not because you trust me full heartedly and--"

"Peter."

Peter sighs. "Okay, so maybe I went on a five minute patrol. But it's super dead today! I was literally about to head to your place because of how bored I was. You can ask Karen!"

"That doesn't matter Pete. What matters is you just came out of a serious fight with several injuries. You shouldn't be throwing yourself back out there!"

"I know Mr. Stark."

"We agreed on two weeks. Two weeks! You know most people would need a whole month, but Pepper and Happy reminded me about your enhanced healing, and I said fine. Fine! Two weeks. And how long has it been?"

"...A week."

"A week! You know, I was going to call you and ask if you wanted to go to Ben and Jerry's with me, but now--"

"No, Mr. Stark please! I won't go again for the next week, I promise."

"And how good was your promise this time?"

"I double promise. Triple promise! C'mon Mr. Stark, please? I really wanted to see you today."

"Kid, you can still come over," he says, sounding a bit appalled at the idea that Peter couldn't. "You can always come over. You know that by now."

"...but can we get ice-cream?"

Peter tries his best to give puppy eyes, even though he's unsure if Mr. Stark could even see him.

He hears Mr. Stark mumble some vague curses before, "Alright fine. But if you do this again, I swear to God--"

"I won't, I won't!"

"Okay, now get your butt over here."

Peter giggles a bit. "Okay. Bye Mr. Stark!"

"Bye kid."

There's a beep to signal the call ending, and Peter makes sure to swing by his backpack on the way to the tower.

All the while, Karen is strangely quiet but Peter has a sense she's feeling downright smug.

Peter ignores it though, in favour of focusing on his excitement for ice-cream.

#foxie snipps #irondad #iron man #tony stark #peter parker #they are SO<3 #sobbing crying wailing #father and son fr #idk how ppl post fics/snipps onto tumblr... im not used to posting snipps in public lmaofjfkfld

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sailor-aviator · 6 months

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Okay I feel like Jake’s POV of the last chapter has already been requested…buuuuuuuuuut…

I am absolutely DYING to see Mav and Penny’s POV maybe not during last chapter…but seeing the boys fall in love. Cause I just know they gossip to each other before falling asleep at night 👀

Nat, you are very correct lol That has been requested already, and I am slowly working my way there.

"You know," Penny hummed, scrubbing at the pot she had just used to make dinner. "I saw the strangest thing today."

"What's that?" Pete asked, flipping through the newspaper as he reclined in his armchair.

"I saw Jake Seresin walking with a girl today."

Maverick chuckled, resting the newspaper on his lap as he looked up at his wife. "Honey, that's not exactly what I would call strange. Jake has a different girl on his arm just about every day."

"This one looked angry," Penny countered, drying her hands on the dish towel and turning to her husband. "And he looked like he was doing some groveling."

"I'm sure it's nothing," he murmured, turning his attention back to his paper.

"Matthew Benson said the strangest thing to me today," Maverick muttered, scratching his chin. Penny glanced up at him from where she was serving dinner.

"What's that, sweetheart?"

"He said Jake Seresin came by asking to buy that emerald necklace that's been sitting in the front window for months now. Matthew said he wouldn't take Jake's money, but he also said that he thinks Jake was trying to buy it for a girl. Can you imagine?"

"Jake with a girl?" Penny asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's about time he got serious with someone, and if it's with who I think it is, then he'll be whipped into shape in no time."

"Who is it?" Maverick asked, leaning forward. Penny gave him an incredulous look before shaking her head.

"Pete, don't you pay attention to anything that goes on in this town?" She sighed, sitting across from him. "Everyone with eyes knows he's sweet on Scout."

"Scout?" He frowned, brow furrowing. "Isn't he aiming a little high there?"

"I don't think so," Penny hummed. "She seems to be very sweet on him too. I think they're a good match. She gives him the earfuls he's always needed."

Maverick chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

"I've never seen him so down before, Pen," Maverick muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Since he and Scout got back, I don't think I've seen him without a bottle in his hand."

"I wonder what happened between the two of them," Penny murmured, leaning back against the headboard. "They seemed so happy before they left."

"Jake probably stuck his foot in his mouth," he sighed, rolling his eyes. "He has such a talent for that."

"He does," Penny conceded, "but Scout can be stubborn too. I'm not even sure she knows what she wants at times."

"They'll figure it out," he grimaced. "We just need to give them time."

"Did you know Bradley came to me and told me that he and the other boys would help build the schoolhouse?" Maverick beamed, resting his arms on the sides of the chair. "I haven't seen him this motivated to help out on a project since we did the renovations on the saloon."

Penny hummed, eyeing her husband with a knowing look as she peeled the potatoes for dinner. "Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with the pretty new school teacher living in our house?"

"Birdie?" Maverick asked, eyebrows raised in shock. "Why do you say that?"

"You didn't notice the way he looked at her when he was over here the other night?" She asked him, face twisted into one of incredulity. Maverick frowned at her, still trying to piece together what his wife was trying to spell out for him.

"Never mind, dear," Penny sighed, turning back to her dinner preparations. "It's very exciting that Bradley wants to help the town out with this."

"It is, isn't it?" Maverick grinned, moving on from the previous topic. "I sure hope he continues this streak. It'll be nice to see him caring about something again."

"He's so sweet on her, Pete," Penny gushed as she and Maverick walked down the street back home. "I've never seen Bobby smile at anyone like that before. He's absolutely smitten."

"And what about her?" He asked, smiling fondly down at his wife. "Does she feel the same way?"

"She doesn't give much away," Penny sighed, a frown playing on her lips. She perked up, turning to look up at him. "But she blushed somethin' fierce when he told her she was like a little bunny rabbit bopping around behind the bar."

"Bob said that?" Maverick chuckled, surprised evident in his tone.

Penny nodded, beaming. "He did! I'm telling you, Pete. That boy has his eyes set on her. Mark my words, they'll be married before you know it."

"You keep saying that about these boys, Pen," Maverick snorted. "Who knew our boys would be chasing after girls at their big age."

"I think it's sweet," Penny sighed. "It's nice seeing them all so happy."

He smiled down at her, squeezing her arm in his. "I never thought I'd see them itching to settle down."

"Neither did I," Penny admitted. "But I'm so glad we're still around to see it."

#answered #liz's 500 #liz's 500 celebration #500 celebration #dhtn #don't hang'em til noon #sits #singing in the sanctuary #otd #outrun the devil

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wigglys-dikrats · 5 months

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day six lautski week folks !!!

"Steph focuses better when Pete plays with her hair."

this one is short and gross (in the good way)

theyre cute and i hate love them

@lautski-week this was one of the first ones i had an idea for, i just forgot to actually write it until today lol

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stephiramona · 1 year

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The tale of two cities according to Heiko and Stephi - Part 400

Because this is post number 400, Heiko and I will both write a little bit. The photos above we took at our second meeting in Cologne.

Stephi:

I can't believe that this is post number 400. When we started the "tales" I thought, just as Heiko did, that we will do this only for a few weeks until we run out of ideas or motivation. I also thought nobody would be interested in these post. But seems I was wrong with both. I still like to do this project with Heiko and people still show interest in our posts. Not only did I learn a lot about Cologne, I also learned a lot about my own hometown Munich

A heartfelt "thank you" to everyone who follows this series and especially to Heiko who became a great friend. We even met five times, two times in Cologne and three times in Munich. I enjoyed every single one, because Heiko is a clever, nice and funny person. Together we met our friend Fern @allthingsfern and with Pete @tvoom and him we went to the mountains and to Oktoberfest. Also thanks to them both for this wonderful time.

And now a big applause to Heiko who had the idea for the tales and who still deals with me even though I'm always late and unorganised.

Heiko:

When we started the Tales a long time ago, I thought we would do the for a while and would run out of ideas eventually. Having our 400th Tale today means that we are doing this for over 7 years now. That does not only seem like a long time and it actually is. So many things have changed since we started, from the rise and downfall of tumblr, a worldwide pandemic and a lot of personal changes.

But the Tales also lead to something really great as I found a friend without whom these Tales wouldn’t have been possible. And friends don’t just I’ve apart but also meet from time to time. Honestly, I have no idea when I met Stephi the first time. It must have been on a rainy evening in Cologne when we had a couple of beers and not that much time.We once more met in Cologne and did a photowalk through the city.

I vividly remember the first time I visited Stephi in Munich. It was in January and it was so bitter cold. I her never felt as cold as the day I went to Starnberger See with Pete, even though he might say the same about the next day at the Olympic Stadium. Let’s just say it was super cold these days.

I went to Much twice more and one of those times Old Man Fern was with us. That was such a great trip as well for many reasons.

Overall the Tales have been so much fun till now and never a burden. It has been tougher the last couple of months but I wouldn’t do them if it wasn’t fun. I met so many people thanks to tumblr and the Tales. And if anyone visits Cologne at some point, I would be happy to say Hi.

And Stephi, it’s an honor to do this series with you!

#photographers on tumblr #original photography #Cologne #munich

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sciderman · 2 years

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Hey Sci ! I recall on an old post you said you would enjoy sharing your headcanons for Peter and Wade, and that we could ask you about them on here. I really hope that still applies today, because I'd love to hear your ideas ! I wanted to know, how do you think Wade and Pete would comfort each other on a shitty self-esteem day ? (Definitely not asking for projection purposes). Sorry if it's been asked already ! Honestly, I'd love to hear any headcanons you might have that no one has asked you about, if you'd be into that !

bless your heart anon! bless your heart! admittedly, they’re not great at it. they’re working on it. they do try to be each other’s hype-men, because they love each other’s bodies. it’s quite funny, actually, i think that they’re each other’s ideal body type. wade wishes he has what peter has.

wade wants to be a small, lithe little twink. in fact, peter’s so perfect to him that it makes him mad.

it makes him doubly mad that peter doesn’t see what he sees. peter’s low self-esteem days? wade typically meets it with infuriation.

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which is probably not the most constructive response, but peter understands wade well enough to know that when wade is angry about something it’s usually a compliment. (wade so very rarely takes things seriously so to see wade angry generally means he cares a great, great deal.)

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wade’s getting better at paying peter compliments - he used to be so, so terrible at it. bully instinct strong. but as their relationship progresses, wade will be getting much better at making peter feel good about himself.

snippet of a fic i’m still not legally allowed to publish

as for wade’s low self esteem days - peter is notoriously bad at saying the right thing. he so very often accidentally says things that make things worse, or so wildly misses the mark when it comes to being sensitive to wade’s insecurities.

wade kind of understands this. he knew this was the guy he was dealing with when he got into this. and peter’s making such an effort to improve. to be the guy who says the right thing, and can settle wade’s mind.

for peter, i think he relies a lot on physical reassurance with wade because he knows words often fail him in that department.

they’re working on it. they’re working on it. i think they understand each other to know that - even when they come up short, and approach things the wrong way, there’s so much love behind those gestures. when wade’s angry, it comes from a place of love. and when peter says the wrong thing, it comes from a place of good intentions.

they’re never going to be exactly the thing that each other needs, and they’re always going to have those short-comings and misunderstandings, but they’re going to improve over time, and they’re going to love each other regardless.

#ask-spiderpool #meta #headcanons

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The Libertines talk being clean and connected: “We just want to write beautiful songs in the moment”

Watch Carl Barat and Pete Doherty talk to NME about 'All Quiet On The Eastern Esplanade' – an album inspired by Margate, war, the refugee crisis, dead birds, and Queen Elizabeth – who'd play who in a biopic, and becoming the band they were always meant to be

ByAndrew Trendell

19th October 2023

The Libertines have spoken to NME about how a sense of sobriety, togetherness and the desire “to write beautiful songs” helped shape their long-awaited new album. Watch our video interview with the band above.

Announced last week with the launch of the single ‘Run Run Run’, ‘All Quiet On The Eastern Esplanade’ arrives in March as the long-mooted follow-up to 2015’s ‘Anthems For Doomed Youth’.

With the opening lyrics of ‘Run Run Run’ describing “a lifelong project of a life on the lash“, singer Carl Barat described the track as a somewhat “self-referential” statement about where The Libertines are today, ahead of their fourth LP.

“I was trying to work out if it’s a song of hope or a song of fear,” Barat told NME. “I think it’s a song of hope. It’s saying that even though time has moved on and this person has stayed in the same place, he’s still able to do what he does and he’s going to be who he is regardless of times changing. I don’t know if that’s a sad thing or a good thing.”

Asked if he feels more hope or fear now, Barat replied: “I’m eternally hopeful, and eternally afraid.”

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NME sat down with Barat and co-frontman Pete Doherty to talk about being drug-free, becoming the band they are meant to be, who’d play who in a biopic, and penning an album inspired by Margate, war, the refugee crisis, dead birds, and Queen Elizabeth.

Hello, Libertines. You’ve felt very present since the last album. Does it feel surreal to finally be back with some new music?

Barat: “Yes, we’ve got a reason to be here now! It’s a monumental day for us.”

Doherty: “We’re fully behind the record. That’s not just the official line.”

What, if anything, does ‘Run Run Run’ tell us about the new album?

B: “It’s a bit of a red herring really. The whole record isn’t like that. Maybe it’s just getting a nod to the past out of the way.”

D: “There are three or four songs on the album that are that sort of tempo and guitar-driven. There are probably only one or two songs that are any punkier. It’s like an old melodic pop song like [Elvis Costello’s] ‘Oliver’s Army’. As a songwriter, it’s difficult to present good, classic-sounding songs. Call me old-fashioned, but that’s what I love. I love little diversions and mad jazz odysseys, but I love it when bands like The Coral and their new album… James Skelly just keeps writing incredibly beautiful songs with little twists, but still with that ‘60s melody, strength and solidity.

“I’d say ‘Run Run Run’ has got that, but I’d say there isn’t too much of that on the album. It’s probably more eclectic than we would have hoped for or would have done if we’d just done it by ourselves. The geezer who produced it – Dimitri Tikovoï – we gave him quite free reign.”

Speaking of eclecticism, Pete told us back in 2019 that you were looking like you’d be going in a similar direction to The Clash’s ‘Sandinista!’ – a little bit of rap and a little bit of everything. At what point did you shake that off and come up with this more cohesive batch of songs and new vision?

D: “When we heard my rapping!”

B: “The ‘Sandinista!’ thing was just the idea of having everyone involved. When we hadn’t written anything and we were a bit scared. The idea of ‘Sandinista!’ is that you can just do whatever with no particular expectations. It might have started in that way, but we ended up refining it because we realised what was there.”

So what happened when you went to Jamaica that made everything gel?

D: “It wasn’t a waste of time, because it really was an opportunity for us to spend a bit of time together. We just sat back and watched the Coronation. Or was it the funeral? Yeah, it was Lizzy’s funeral. At the time, we were well impressed with what we’d done. Then we got back and sat and played it to everyone…”

B: “It was essentially to get it out of the way. It’s better to do it there than to get everyone in the room, feel the pressure and not get anywhere. It was an essential part of the journey.”

Does Queen Elizabeth haunt the songs?

B: “A little bit, yeah”

D: “It was really strange. We were in this glass cubicle on a hilltop during a full-on hurricane, just watching the funeral and not really knowing what we were feeling. She does pop up in the song ‘Shiver’, which might be coming out as a second single. ‘The day they boxed all Lizzy away… The last king of every dying empire, just let it die/ Sit back enjoy the ride/ The last dream of every dying soldier/ I’ll see you there, flowers in your hair.’

“So this glass cubicle, they polish it like maniacs every day so the birds can’t tell that they’re flying into glass. Every so often, especially when it was very windy, you get these incredible little golden parrots and yellow hawks just going, ‘THWACK’ suddenly. It scares the fuck out of you.”

So the queen is dead, all the wildlife is dying…

D: “Yeah. It feels like the end of the world, doesn’t it? We [did] have a few apocalyptic songs that were a bit more boisterous than I could handle. I kept going to bed every time Carl started doing his big apocalyptic numbers. They were terrifying.”

Carl, you said that the first album was born of the “panic and disbelief” that you could do this, the second of “total strife and misery”, and the third of “complexity” – and this one is more of unity and connection?

B: “Yes, on this one we were all facing in the same direction.”

D: “All we want to do is write beautiful songs. That’s what we’ve always wanted to do, but we got distracted – mostly by ourselves. On this occasion, we followed the pattern of writing songs that we believe in but there was nothing else to say; no fanfare, no cacophony. This is the album we’re proud of.”

Do you feel like The Libertines are now the band you were always meant to be without the distractions?

B: “There’s plenty of ramshackle baked in still. I don’t think we really know what kind of band we want to be; we just want to write beautiful songs in the moment. It just so happens that at this moment, we’re all facing the same direction.

“There’s been a lot of focus and everyone’s been working on finding their own personal place in the world as well. Everyone has very different lives and we managed to find something to unite over. That’s what The Albion Rooms has been really good for – having that in bricks and mortar, and co-owned by everyone. It feels like it’s part of this journey that’s been going on for a while now.”

D: “The other albums were basically written before we went in the studio. This time it was a case of people presenting really strong ideas, and then everyone else just tucking in, putting their bibs on, rolling up their sleeves and chewing the fat. There were so many times on this album where I thought I knew what the song was, and then it became completely different for the best.

All four of you are credited as writers across the album. How did the spirit of the record change when John and Gary got involved?

B: “It was moments like Pete just described with everyone being there and having confidence. There was a flow state that gave us the confidence to go to places that we wouldn’t normally have gone in if we weren’t on the same page.”

D: “I remember being sat in John’s bedroom 24 years ago, and he had a song called ‘Annabelle Lee’. We never used to do it in the band – not because we didn’t want John to sing, but we both secretly loved the melody and thought that maybe one day we could worm our way into it. That’s what’s happened now. We turned it into ‘The Man With The Melody’ and we’ve all got a verse on it, and Gary sings on the chorus. It’s a completion and a full stop.”

Lyrically, what would you say you’re mining on this record?

B: “It’s one of those things you realise what things are about after the fact.”

D: “The most stressful times of the writing were the morning where we were sat with the pads getting told by the producer that songs needed vocals. We’d just been ad-libbing for most of the songs, so there were these frantic sessions which became a little bit stretched out where we couldn’t get it together with the lyrics. Then, they just sort of appeared out of nowhere.

“It’s fair to say it was pretty stressful finishing some of these songs, lyrically – which is what makes it even more precious as it was touch and go for a couple of them. We couldn’t let it go half-arsed.”

Let’s look at some other bangers on the record. ‘Have A Friend’ seems like a song that speaks for itself about unity?

B: “Yeah, in the face of war perhaps.”

D: “It was [originally] called ‘The Ballad Of Bakhmut’. There’s still a lot of that going on. The world is basically at war.”

‘Merry Old England’ is quite beautiful in the way it discusses the refugee crisis. What are you trying to invoke with that song?

D: “I love that song so much. I think it’s unfathomably beautiful. You can’t hold me back, I’m going to climb your cliff, scale your fence, and take over your country. I don’t think there’s any question marks at all. One man’s end-time capitalism London is another man’s playground of dreams where anything is possible – the mythical city that you finally reach after trying to break out of your miserable town and fulfil your dreams.

“For all the cynicism and talk of being pushed out of town, there’s another generation that will come and find a way to bring it alive again or find a way to make it their own; despite the weight of the fucking world.”

B: “The song is more of a montage than banging a drum, particularly.”

D: “It’s weird. I’ve tried playing it acoustically to people and some of the lyrics are strangely provocative. Even to say, ‘Syrians, Iraqis, Ukrainians, welcome to Merry Old England – how are you finding it?’ To start singing about visas, dinghies, the cliffs once white now grey; you can see people from both sides get excited. It’s just asking this kid on the corner of Margate who has landed there, kicking his heels and not really knowing what to do, how he’s finding it.”

After being scattered all over the world, how does it feel to be back in your old playground of London?

B: “We were driving down Old Compton Street where we used to work in the theatres and…”

D: “We felt like a couple of old gits!”

B: “We did. You can dial back the time in your mind and see all these different incarnations of the city. It’s the most magnificent organism of a place. ‘The city’s hard, the city’s fair’. It’s so alive. It’s quite beneficial to have perspective on that through time. I feel like it never leaves me. I feel a part of it even though I’m not living here.”

D: “It’s a bit too much for me. I’m a bit overstimulated because I lead quite a quiet, rural life now. I’m just doing the promotion work and then getting back to the wife and the dogs. You could quite easily fall for it all over again.”

Pete, when you released ‘The Fantasy Life Of Poetry & Crime’ with Frédéric Lo, you talked about how being drug-free and living a serene life in France had helped shape that record. How did you find approaching a Libertines record from that different perspective?

D: “I don’t know. It’s just an everyday scrap, really. It’s proper toe-to-toe with the demons, but because I believe so much in Carl, Gary, John and this record, it’s a pleasure. I just want to do my bit, be as professional as I can, let people hear the songs, and then go and play them. If not, we try again maybe or just crack on with the hotel and see if we can do anything with that.”

The first time NME came down to The Albion Rooms, Carl spoke about it being like Warhol’s Factory – a band HQ where creatives could come, go and feed off each other. Now you’re talking as if, for this record, the hotel almost became the fifth member of the band?

B: “It is our tangible embodiment of what we do. When we live in three different countries and only see each other through touring schedules, we need something. It’s essential that we have something to find us.”

Pete, there’s a new film about your life made by your wife and collaborator Katia de Vidas coming out soon. How does it feel to have your life under the microscope at a time like this?

D: “I’m really happy for Katia, really. It’s been finished for quite a while. I just hope the world gives her the credit she’s due. Now we’re thinking about the next project for her. She wants to do a fiction film. Hopefully if this does well and she can get the money together for the next project, it’ll be amazing. I’ll just be made up for her.

“It’s quite heavy watching a lot of that stuff, but it is a different time. The fuzz, forcefield and camouflage of the drugs I was taking at the time meant that I wasn’t arsed about what people thought or how I looked.”

Is this film drawing the curtain over that part of your life?

D: “Yeah, I still feel really connected to that fella up there on the screen. I can see it’s me, but I don’t think I’ll be able to watch it again, to be honest.”

Have you seen it, Carl?

B: “I have. Anything like that is hard to watch. She’s been making it for 10 years, and I think it’s a beautiful portrayal. It’s through her eyes, and I think she’s done a great job.”

Would we ever see a Libertines biopic?

B: “We’ve talked about it, but then we always have a row about who’s playing who!”

D: “We even tried to sit down and write some screenplays for it, but it always turns into some farcical comedy. There was a musical made in Korea called The Likely Lads. They said it was going to run and run, but it closed after two nights.”

So who would play who?

D: “Now with all this AI, you can just play yourself. We’d be playing with ourselves, as usual.”

How does the future feel right now? Does another album seem more likely than before?

D: “It would have nothing to do with whether we were relevant or getting fat, it would just be whether or not we had any decent songs. That’s the only way I can look at it. I just still get off on writing wicked tunes. Carl recently said to me, ‘I don’t care about being cool any more – I just want to write beautiful songs’. I was like, ‘That’s what we’ve always done’. Apparently not!”

B: “You just reminded me that I wasn’t cool.”

Are there any Libertines bucket list moments left to tick off, or is it just for the thrill of existence?

D: “I’ve got a new batch of songs on the brew that I’d really like Carl to hear and see what he can do with them.

B: “I’m always striving for the perfect song myself. I don’t know if you ever find it. It’s a bit Sisyphean, isn’t it? We’ll get there, or not.

So it won’t be another eight years until we get a new Libertines album?

B: “Maybe it will, you never know. We’re trying not to put that pressure on ourselves at this stage. I’d like to get in a flow state where songs just come out, but I find it quite hard work.”

The Libertines release ‘All Quiet On The Eastern Esplanade’ on March 8.

Fans who pre-order the album will be offered the chance to purchase tickets for ‘All Quiet On The Eastern Esplanade – described as “two days of special acoustic and electric live shows by The Libertines” at the 500-capacity Lido in Margate on Saturday 9 and Sunday 10 December.

A new documentary about Doherty’s life, Stranger In My Own Skin, will hit cinemas on November 9.

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