#transmaverick

“I am a real boy” I say as I tape my chest so tight I can’t breathe-

Charlie: “but I just can’t date a dude with a vag-“

Ice, falling on his knees, drooling on the floor, already head over dick in love with the cocky bastard (and secretly has been since he saw him in that Top Gun classroom months ago): “WHEN WE FELL IN LOVE YOU MADE MY HEART DROP, AND YOU HAD ME THINKIN’ BOUT YOU NON STOP-“

“I wish you could know me, I wish I could know you much more sometimes…”

Here’s a snippet! It’s actually the fic that I’m closest to finishing at the moment but this is one of my favorite scenes!

ENJOY!!

Dad, Ain’t That Cool (Snippet)

“Papa…..”

The small voice made Tom look up from his book he was reading, over his glasses perched on his nose and over to he and Pete’s bedroom doorway as a very sad, ‘should have been asleep hours ago’ Bradley held onto one of Mister Whiskers paws, rubbing his eye with the other.

“Oh sweetheart what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Tom asked, setting his book down and opening his arms for Bradley to come crawl up the length of their bed and tuck himself up under the covers, the only sounds being that of the fridge downstairs with a soft hum, the sound of Pete finishing up in the shower and the ocean stroking the sand outside.

“Is Dad sick?” He asked, innocent and worried as ever. Pete had just gotten back about a week ago from his deployment. Which both Bradley and Tom were ecstatic about.

“Honey no, he’s healthy as a horse!” Tom chuckled trying to ease the boys mind, but clearly it wasn’t working. “Why do you ask baby bird?”

Bradley fiddled with the hem of the comforter in his fingers as he tucked his stuffed animal under the covers beside him. “You’re always giving him shots….I saw you in the bathroom the other day, he got poked in the tummy like mom did at the hospital….” Bradley looked genuinely concerned, almost on the verge of tears. “I saw a bunch of medicine when you got me a spiderman bandaid yesterday too…..”

It all clicked in Toms head, and right before he was able to finish, Pete walked out from the bathroom. Wearing an old pair of baggy sweat pants and one of Tom’s old USNA shirts, roughing up his hair with a towel before tossing it in the hamper.

“Baby Goose! Whatcha doing up kiddo? Feeling okay?” Pete asked, plopping down unceremoniously on his side of the bed, shoving his feet under the covers to preserve warmth.

Bradley shook his head and crawled over to Pete, wrapping his arms around him so fast that the shorter, darker haired man almost let out a genuine ‘oof’ sound. He looked at Tom confused before the blonde reached over to rub Bradley’s back.

“Bradley saw me giving you your shot the other day and asked if you were sick….like Carole”

Pete wrapped Bradley up tight and scooted over closer to his partner. “Oh baby no, I’m not sick I promise, my shots are different than mom’s okay? They do help me feel better in a way though, your papa just helps me out with them because he makes me feel safe, and helps me be brave”

Bradley pulled away with glassy eyes again, ever the worried and empathetic love bug he was. But after seeing everything his mother had gone through and still was undergoing, it made sense why he was worried. “So you’re not sick?”

“No baby I’m not sick, I’m strong and healthy, see!” Pete made a show of flexing one of his arms, before picking Bradley up and holding him in the air for a second. Which made the boy burst into a fit of laughter. “Your dad is as strong as they come kiddo!”

“Like Superman!” The boy giggled. “Yep! Like Superman”

Ice rolled his eyes playfully. “Feeding your ego I see” he chuckled, to which Pete replied. “Oh hush, you’re just jealous that IM Superman”

YESSSS I LOVE THIS ONE!! It’s an old married IceMav Fic where Ice was reading a psychology paper about the mental health PTSD of Trans Kids growing up in un supportive households. He asks his husband about support he had growing up and Pete immediately brings up a story about his uncle Viper. It’s kind of a back and fourth flashback story made up of memories Pete tells Tom about over breakfast, the story of how he became the man he is today :)

HERES A SNIPPET HOME SLICE!

“Felly? What are you doing out here all alone sweetheart?” Mrs. Metcalf gasped, opening the door to reveal a girl whose frame shook with each ragged breath, drenched head to toe from the rain and wind battering her small body, looking much like that of a stray cat that weighed no more than a bag of beans. “Honey? Who is- Felicity?” Mike raised an eyebrow and immediately leaned down to pick her up. “Where’s your father?” He looked around for something, anything, a pair of headlights even before coming inside with her and setting her down on a kitchen chair while his wife, Katherine, trotted down the hall for a towel.

“Sweetheart you’re soaked, why’d you run all the way here?” The taller mustached man asked, trying to squeeze out the water from her socks as she shivered in the fluffy towel. “Dad’s upset with me, yelled at me so- I ran here….”

“I’m sure he’s not that mad babygirl, maybe we can call-“

“NO!” She shouted, startling both of them. “I mean…no, I’m sorry I…..please don’t call him”

“Okay….” The married couple looked back and forth at each-other before Vipers eyes fell onto the kid again. “Why was your pop mad at you?”

She went quiet. “Can’t tell you…you’ll be mad too….”

“Oh honey” Katherine coddled, kneeling down and brushing some of her long wet strands of hair from her eyes. “We could never be mad at you, we love you like our own baby okay? This is just as much your home”

The girl sniffled and looked between the two of them. “Pinky swear?” She held out both hands before the adults nodded, gripping her smaller pinkies with their own as it fell quiet again.

“I’m a boy….”

More quiet. Mike held his breath and from the stillness in the air he gathered Katherine was too. “I’m a boy and my name is Pete, not Felicity, and I don’t like dresses or sparkly hair ties or fake makeup kits….I wanna play baseball and go swimming in the lake in the summer like the

Boys and I wanna be the best fighter pilot in the navy when I get big and strong. But I wanna be big and strong like you…not like mom”

You’re perfect just the way you are 💙