#⠀‘⠀this is almost as fun as catching bowling balls with my teeth!⠀/⠀(𝙳𝚈𝙽.) 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈.

[doctorvenko-bye]

tag drop, part two.

[doctorvenko-a]

this had to go under their tag. i just.

[doctorvenko-a]

𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴 for some beach air himself, alice was right. not that his car wasn’t totaled anyway, a result of past erratic driving on his part, but he didn’t plan on dying anytime soon and he assumed neither did alice. there is hardly enough time to pull over before she takes control, suddenly finding himself pegged between his chair and alice’s body -- a favorable position to be in, actually.

his hands find their resting place at the curve of her hips, pulling her in closer; tighter. the kiss is intense and heated, exactly what one would expect having been deprived of each other’s company for so long.

❛ i think -- ❜ for a second, he struggles forward and begins to blindly fumble for something in the glove compartment. every peck against his neck weakens him, but he finally finds what he was looking for, a tape, and jams it into the deck. as roxy music hums softly through the speakers, peter can no longer think of a better scenario. 

he momentarily releases her hips, using his hands to unbutton his shirt in a rather feverish manner,  �� fuck the beach ❜

[ SECLUDED ]  our muses are on a road trip and are forced to pull over due to heavy rain and fog,  they end up fooling around in the car while they wait for it to clear up. ⠀/⠀whichever verse you feel :D

the trip was all of alice's crazy idea. she sat in the professor's office too much grading papers, answering calls for him. if she wasn't doing that, she was at the library making sure the head librarian was set for breaks and everything. if it wasn't that, she was in ballet or she was flinging paint in her dorm. all she wanted was some time with peter, to finally really get time with him somewhere. maybe go out somewhere up on the cape, maybe just go play on a beach or anything. all she wanted was time away from columbia university - it monopolized so much of her time and it was starting to eat her brain away. the chaotic art student with the messy soul thing she had, it was too much. she needed to be out feeling the air from the beaches hit her face.... but that was cut short. "pete, it's... too rainy, pull over," she nagged at him, hitting his arm.

the last thing she wanted was them to get into a bad car accident and everything is a mess from there. instead, she pointed to the side of the road. hardly anybody out on the road. when peter pulled over, she crawled over him and grabbed the handle to bring his seat back and leaned down to kiss him. "i mean, we don't need to beach to do this." pressing kisses to his neck, and to his collarbone. "what do you think?"

[doctorvenko-a]

@quiietpatience did not ask for this, but it is a peace offering -- from one angst whore to another.

𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚈. their skin, their clothes, their gear -- everything caked in thick layers of toasted marshmallow. peter venkman was a very particular man : he’d wrinkle his nose at even the slightest bit of dirt under his nails or glitter in his hair. but tonight, for alice, he’d put his marshmallow-y irritations aside.

the two sat in the back of ecto-1. peter had just about managed to peel alice away from his frame to remove his flight suit and hoped that the fresh linen smell of his shirt, with thanks to the laundry fairy (probably winston), soothed her at least a little.

❛ as far as dinner dates go -- ❜ he hummed, resting his chin atop her head gently, ❛ that’s the most action i’ve ever gotten out of one ❜

perhaps she didn’t feel like laughing, there was no pressure. peter just wanted her to hear his voice ; to let her know that he was there. it is what he would’ve wanted if the roles were reversed.

[doctorvenko-a]

𝙾𝙷, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴𝚂. peter knew them all too well, so he could understand completely how alice was feeling. he didn’t mind talking about it though and in fact, hearing her exercise her own christmas demons made peter feel ... un-alone with his.

❛ what is this? confession? ❜ peter teased her apology. he knew everything between them was all in jest, else they wouldn’t be able to have moments like these.

he watched her as she stood up, noticing the exhaustion in her posture. she’d be okay, sure, but it still didn’t help the fact that she wasn’t okay now. neither was peter. they’d overcome it together -- like family, just without the blood.

❛ yeah, i know ❜ he replied, lifting himself from the edge of the desk upon which he was perched and pulling alice into a warm embrace; leaving a small kiss on her head as a token of reassurance.

“ i just wanna see you smile again ” / edited it a lil to sound like pete :D

         alice was wrapped in an oversized hoodie, legs up in the chair over at janine's desk. cold, tired, and having stayed nearby them for the last day or so - maybe it was the comfort. just being near them near christmas was helpful to her serotonin, both her parents gone and only really having the guys as family for the holidays. thank god for janine, who was a big help to any holiday spirit, but now ? she was in a better mood with it. as she sat in the chair, thinking about how peter was being the most adorable, being ... like a brother.

peter venkman and alice hathaway had such a weird friendship, it seemed more like a brother that alice had always wanted. hearing his words after she dazed out, there was a smile. " you know, sorry i tried to trip you going up the stairs to egon's lab earlier in the week and we both kinda wrestled ourselves on the stairs. i am kinda mean to you, " there was a small smile poking out the side of her mouth, getting up out of her chair. " you're a butthead, though. that makes me smile. i just have the seasonal blues, i'll be okay peter. promise. "