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ohbloggerimagines · 1 year

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HELLO

First of all the way you write rocket is genuinely amazing. Eating up everything you put up on your page with him.

And second, i was wondering if you would be ok with writing rocket x reader where reader comes out as asexual to him. And at first Rocket thinks the problem is him and the way he looks but the reader explains that there's nothing wrong to his looks, it's just how they are.

A little hurt comfort maybe where it's just a misunderstanding.

Hope you are having a good day and thank you

Here you go <3 I really hope this is kinda what you were thinking because I got VERY carried away

and if i implied anything in a bad way im sorry ;;

pairing: rocket raccoon x fem!reader

word count: 2,788

tags: gotg, rocket raccoon x reader, asexual, fem! reader, angst, swearing

You sat on the large couch in the common area, re-reading the book you had read probably hundreds of times at this point. You could hear the laughter of Peter and Rocket from the front of the ship, and every now and then the sounds of someone walking around on the upper decks.

“I’ll be right back, Pete.” You heard Rocket say, your eyes lifting from your book as you heard him making his way to where you were. “Hey sweets.” Rocket said, taking his usual spot next to you, “Hey Rocky.” You smiled, looking over at him. “That damn book again? You’ve just about ruined it for yourself haven’t you?” He chuckled, “No, no. It still reads the same way it did as when I first picked it up.”

You could tell by his eyes, he wanted something.

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping Peter, you know, steer and navigate and what not?” You asked, raising a brow at him. “Well,” He said quietly, scooting closer to you, “Pete’s got it.. I have some time,” He started, hand placed on your thigh and slowly creeping upwards. Your breath hitched, “Oh, uh, you know, not right now, Rocket. Maybe later tonight..” You said, seeing the disappointment in his face, his ears twitched ever so slightly. He pulled his hand away. “Alright.” He said, leaning back into the cushion. “That’s what you said every other night..” He mumbled, standing back up almost as soon as he was getting comfortable. “Rock-” You started, almost tempted to reach out to him. “No, I get it, it’s fine. Y’know Peter probably needs me anyway, gotta help him with his shit all the time.” He huffed, feigning a smile. You opened your mouth to try and stop him, but he just stared at you. You closed your lips, eyes darting back down to the book, listening to his footsteps almost hurrying back to the pilot area.

You dropped the book into your lap, hands cupping your face as you sighed heavily, trying not to cry. How were you going to tell him?

“I just don’t get it, man.” Peter shrugged, glancing over at the slightly irritated raccoon. “Why don’t you just ask her what's up?” “I don’t think it's that easy, Pete.” Rocket huffed, staring out into the darkness of space. “I mean, everyone has needs, she’s gotta come around to it eventually, right? I mean, yeah it's a little weird, y’know, you being a raccoon and all and she’s-” Peter felt the side eye from Rocket, “But she likes or loves you or whatever, soo..” “How do you do it?” Rocket asks, Peter raising a brow. “You boast about all these women you’ve been with, including Gamora, how do you get them to, y’know..” His voice trailed off, almost embarrassed to be asking this damn question. Peter snickered, “How do I get them in bed with me? Now Rocket, that is private information that I don’t think I want to share with you.” He teased, “But, I guess it’s just my charm.” When Peter didn’t get a response from the normally snappy raccoon, his eyebrows almost softened, feeling bad for his best friend.

“Look man, you gotta flirt with her and shit. Don’t be such an asshole all the time, like, tell her how beautiful she is, compliment her and stuff.” Peter shrugged, “I do!” Rocket threw his arms up, “Or at least I think I do. Am I that much of an asshole that she won’t even sleep with me? I mean I’ve tried, I’ve made moves, we sleep in the same damn bed half the time! She just rolls away or mumbles ‘not tonight’ again and again. Why the hell are you humies so stuck up sometimes?!”

Peter glanced over at him, doing one of those half ass-white Terran smiles. Peter was catching on to what you were feeling.

“What?” “Nothing, nothing.” Peter shook his head, eyes back on the literal space in front of him.

“You’re no help either, dammit.” He hopped out of his chair, “I’m going to talk to Drax.” Rocket waved his paw at Peter, climbing the ladder to the next level up.

Peter shook his head, thinking he had to go talk to you to try and figure this out and help his friend if he could.

“Drax!” Rocket banged on the large metal door, sliding open to reveal the tall, muscular man who resided behind it. “Yes?’ Drax asked, almost confused as to what Rocket could possibly need from him right now.

“Gotta talk to you.” The raccoon said, sliding past Drax, “And close the damn door, I don’t need anyone, especially Y/N to hear.” He relaxed hearing the metals connect to the closing door.

“So,” Drax started,

“How do you get a woman in bed?”

Rocket asked flatly, almost catching Drax off guard. “You came in here to ask me how to make love to a woman?” “No no, Jesus, not make love, I can do that shit, but how do you convince her in the first place? I mean you had a kid, obviously you know what you’re doing.” Drax sat on his bed, watching Rocket climb into the chair across from him. “You’re trying to have sex with Y/N?” “Yes! Duh, who the hell else? But she just..won’t.” Rocket shrugged, swaying side to side in the chair, “Well when I met my wife..” Drax trailed off, thinking for a moment about her. “We fell in love, and made our beautiful daughter. Maybe you two are not in love.” Rocket stared at him blankly, “We definitely are.” He said confidently.

“..Maybe it is because you are small, and hairy. And sort of ugly.” Drax stated, Rocket baring his teeth slightly at him. “Shit, you’re as much help as Pete is.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“Have you considered just asking?” Drax suggested, “Peter said the same damn thing. The hell do you guys want me to do? Just walk up all ‘Oh hey Y/N, wanna have sex with me?’ I don’t think so.” Rocket argued.

“Yes.” Drax said matter of factly.

“You know what, screw this.” Rocket jumped from the chair and made his way to the door. “And so help me Drax if you say a word to anyone about this I will claw your damn eyes out.” The door shut heavily behind a very disheveled Rocket.

“Y/N? Y/N!” You heard your name being called, the voice approaching from down the hall. You set down the dish you were cleaning and leaned out the door of the kitchen, seeing Peter poking his head into all the hallway doors looking for you, “What’s up?” You asked, raising your brow. “You free?” Peter asked, causing confusion on your end. “Uh.. yeah, why? Something happened? Need some help up front?” “No, I just have a question for you.” Peter walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter as you picked your dish back up and continued to clean. “Ask away.”

You could hear Peter swallow, almost nervous.

“Have you and Rocket ever..” He trailed off, anticipating you to start telling him ot fuck off and mind his own business. Instead you became ridgid, feeling all the color wash from your face. “I-I don’t mean to be intruding!” He tried to save himself from the awkward conversation ahead, noticing you tense. “Why?” You asked quietly.

“Well, ugh this feels so weird to talk about and I probably shouldn’t be but, Rocket came to me and like, asked how to get with a woman..in that..situation..because he said you wouldn’t..” His voice was quiet, almost like a child afraid to be scolded.

You let out a heavy breath, setting down your plate. “I know what you mean.” You didn’t even bother looking over at him.

“Do you even..want to?”

“Yes, well, no, but not no in a bad way. It’s just..I’m..” You dropped your shoulders,

“Is it Rocket?” “No, of course not. It’s definitely me.”

“Oh. I get it. Then why don’t you talk to him. Let him know..?

You let out an accidental laugh, “Ha! Easier said than done.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Pete, you know Rocket. How he reacts to shit.”

What you didn’t know was the keen ears of a raccoon had picked up on his name on your lips down the hall, stopping in his place to eavesdrop.

“I just can’t do that, I’m not into it, y’know? You seem to have figured that out.” You said.

Rockets ears pinned to his head, clicking his tongue, “Whatever..” He brushed off the hurt, continuing on his way down the hall, failing to listen to the next words out of your mouth.

“I love him, everything about him. But I just don’t feel those feelings. And I never really have for anyone, anything even. I don’t know if Rocket would believe me if I tried to explain that to him..” You rubbed your temples, Peter trying to think, trying to help the both of you.

“I thought I’d be able to figure this out if I heard both stories here but, you’re right, he’d probably just assume the worst. I really just think you gotta tell him. I know it won’t be easy, but he doesn’t know what to think, he’s confused as to why whenever he makes a move you shy away everytime. He needs some type of explanation, and you need to stop hiding it from him if you really love him.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. “You’re right.” “Per usual.” Peter said coyly, earning himself a death glare, “Ok, sorry not the time for that. But, I’ll leave you to it then. I don’t know where he went after he brushed my advice off. He couldn’t have gone far.” Peter waved, “But it is getting late, he might’ve decided to head to your- his- the room for the night. I’m gonna do the same soon.” He suggested, leaving the kitchen and heading back to his captain seat.

Gotta tell him, don’t you?

This was a lot for you to decide.

You wanted to tell him, but then again it’s Rocket. Snarky, aggressive, jumping to conclusions, Rocket.

You had made your final rounds of checking on everyone before you headed to yours and Rockets shared room. Saying your goodnights and making sure doors were secured, lights that weren’t needed were off.

Were you stalling? Yes, for sure. You now knew Rocket had some type of suspicion about why you wouldn’t engage with him, and you became nervous to even enter the room, afraid to get either berated, interrogated, anything. You just weren’t ready to come out to him yet.

You slowly opened the door, prepared for what you thought was to come.

But nothing.

“You’re in here early.” You said wearily, noticing how calm he was.

That was unusual for him.

“Yeah, had some shit in here to do, figured get it done before Peter talks my ears off about getting it done.” His back was facing you.

Normally he would get up, hug you, kiss you, tease you, anything. But he was scarily..normal.

“Oh, alright. Sounds good.” Your nervous eyes darted around the room, searching for your pajamas to grab to get an excuse to go to the bathroom and escape the tense air.

“You left them on the bathroom floor when ya changed earlier.” Rocket read your mind, “Thanks.” You hurried into the bathroom, closing the door and letting out a heavy sigh.

Gotta tell him, gotta tell him. Dammit! Just tell him.

A knock at the door. “You good? I gotta piss, hurry it up.” Rocket almost hissed. You didn’t realize how long you had been sitting there.

“Sorry.” You practically tore off your clothes and got into your pajamas, opening the door and getting right into your bed.

How were you gonna approach this?

You heard the trickle of urine hitting water, your heart speeding up.

Gotta tell him.

The flush of the toilet.

The bathroom lights went out, and out came Rocket in his own pajamas, which was just a pair of loose pants.

He got back into his chair at his desk, the sound of screwdrivers hitting screws, wires snapping with electricity.

“So, um.” You started, picking at the skin around your nails. “I know earlier I said we could..tonight..”

You glanced over at him when his tinkering noises silenced. Ears twitched with irritation, flattening ever so slightly.

“I already know the damn answer. It’s no, again.”

“Yes, But, I need to tell you something-”

“Oh,” He spun, looking at you harshly, “I already know the damn answer.”

“You do..?�� You asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Who told him? How did he find out? A god, he was a lot more mad than you thought he would be.

“I sure as hell do. And I don’t need to hear another word outta your damn mouth.” He snapped, eyes staring into yours.

“I didn’t think you’d be that mad about it.”

“You gotta be shittin’ me, Y/N.” He laughed.

You almost cracked a smile, assuming his laughter meant you had mistaken his anger.

But you were so wrong.

“You’re not into it, I know that now. Not into me, not into the way I look, I bet thats what it fuckin’ is. You just can’t do it.” He seethed, anger leaking from his tone.

“Wait, Rocky, what-?” You sat up into your bed. “Oh don’t ‘Rocky’ me. I heard you and Pete. I heard what you said. I love you, Y/N and you just go and say some shit like that? Ya just can’t do it.” He mocked you with the last line, turning back to face away from you to pool in anger.

“You were spying on us.” You mumbled. “It's hard not to spy when you’re just blurting names out willy nilly.”

“You didn’t hear the whole fucking conversation!” You snapped back, causing Rocket to shift in his seat and turn an ear to you.

“Oh yeah? And what else did you say? How much I disgust you? How you would never sleep with me? How I’m probably just some dumb idiot who-”

“Rocket! God dammit listen to me! You shouted at him, your tone laced with frustration.

He turned to you, placing his hands behind his head. “Fuckin’ speak your peace then.”

Your face dropped.

You had to do it now, with his attention.

“I..I’m..” You stumbled over your words getting caught in your throat.

“Right.” He scoffed, getting out of his chair. “I’m getting a drink.” Rocket made his way to the door,

Hand reaching for the handle..

Just say it.

“I’m asexual.” You whispered.

“What?” His ears perked up, body turning to you. “You’re what..?”

“Asexual.” You swallowed the nervous lump, waiting for him to start some shit.

“That's.. It? This whole time?” “A long time, actually. I just.. Didn’t know how to tell you..how you’d react.” His gaze softened as he made his way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“So it’s..not the way I look or..” “Oh god no, Rock, I think you are the most handsome guy in the galaxy. You have an attractive personality, too. I just don’t feel those feelings like you do. And I’m sorry if I can’t give you what you-”

“Shut up.” Rocket said lowly, taking you back. “What?” “You don’t have to apologize, you idiot. You could’ve just told me. I would’ve been fine with it. I mean, I am fine with it. Just.. kinda mad it took you so long. Do you not trust me or somethin’?”

You breathed a sigh of relief, “I do trust you, I just assumed you’d be angry.”

“Well you know what they say about assuming.” He teased. “I’m just glad to know you don’t think I’m an ugly fuck or some shit.”

You tousled the fur on his head, “Of course I don’t think that.” “Thank god, your opinion is the only person’s that matters to me.” Rocket chuckled, sliding off the bed and back into his chair.

“Now c’mere, I need you to help me with this, and I want your beautiful dumbass next to me.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling up your own chair beside him, both of you leaning over the desk in the low light of the desk lamp.

“So, Y/N, when we’re done with this, can you um.. Educate me a little on the whole asexual shit? I’m tech smart, not that smart. Don’t wanna make a fool of myself.” He said softly.

“Sure thing, Rocky.” You smiled.

#rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon #gotg #gotg3 #rocket fic #peter quill #ansgt

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buildarocketboys · 1 year

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nothing comes as easy as you

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fall Out Boy, Bandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley Additional Tags: Smut, Wet Dream, Coming In Pants, Dry Humping, physical violence, baby Patrick is a pent up little ball of horny rage, he basically has a horny meltdown no I'm not sorry, Teenage Patrick, Album: Take This to Your Grave (Fall Out Boy), Pete is a martyr to the cause of getting Patrick off, Dreams vs. Reality, Biting, Hurt/Comfort, feral teenage patrick can't be tamed, until he comes in his pants and is really embarrassed about it

Summary: Pete has a wet dream, squished between Patrick and Joe in the van, and wakes up to find Patrick glaring at him. Patrick can't take this shit anymore, and he wants Pete to know about it. Pete takes everything that Patrick dishes out. Read here on AO3

The hips he has his fingers pressed into are so soft that at first, Pete is sure the person he's straddling is a woman.

Then he opens his eyes and- oh.

It's Patrick.

This is kinda weird, Pete thinks, as he thrusts in and out of his best friend. But then Patrick opens his eyes for a moment, squinting up at Pete without his glasses. He sees who it is, that it's Pete, and smiles angelically up at him. Pete smiles back and thrusts into him at a slightly different angle, and Patrick moans. He goddamn moans.

So Pete decides to just go with it; this is kind of how he always imagined it going anyway. If the two of them ever-

Usually he stops that thought before it can go any further, but in his subconscious, when he's dreaming, or just when his brain wants to torture him with thoughts of what he can't have and shouldn't want. But right now, Patrick is smiling and groaning beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust, so Pete allows himself to indulge, for once.

He always thought it would be like this, taking Patrick by the hand and showing him the delights of getting carnal with another dude. Patrick opening up before him, soft as cream, except the one part of him which is hard as a rock.

Except then he comes, and his eyes fly open, and he's in the van wedged between Joe and Patrick, the latter of whom is staring at him - glaring at him.

Pete's eyes fly open and meet Patrick's, who's been staring at him a little too intensely as he writhes and moans in the back of the van.

Pete twists round to check if Joe has been party to this too, but he's still asleep. The man can sleep through anything. Then Pete turns round to face Patrick again.

"Jesus," Patrick says, with a little too much feeling and something like disgust, and shame curls in Pete's eyes. Fuck, Patrick thinks, and punches the wall of the van hard enough to make a sound, but he's not sure if his violent reaction is due to watching Pete experience a wet dream when Patrick hasn't jerked off for days, or from seeing the humiliation in Pete's eyes and knowing it's his fault.

The semi in his pants might also have something to do with it, but Patrick tries to ignore that.

"You OK, Patrick?" Pete says timidly, almost sweetly, like he didn't just come in his pants in front of Patrick.

Oh, and now the semi is a full hard on and when Pete glances down he can tell, because when he looks up at Patrick's face again he's smirking.

And suddenly Patrick can't take it anymore - living in a van, no privacy, no space, playing shows to hostile or non-existent audiences, trying to jerk off quietly in a bathroom the one night in free they can afford a hotel room, trying to get some sleep in a space that's way too cramped for four guys to share, and always, always, Pete's face smirking up at him, like this all a game, or some big joke to him.

Before Pete or either of the others can react, Patrick has pushed Pete onto the floor and straddled him, punching him right in his smirking little face.

Joe's awake now, and Andy too - Joe protests and Andy gets up to haul Patrick off Pete, but Pete just shakes his head.

"Let him get it out of his system," Pete says serenely, like he isn't talking about Patrick beating the shit out of him. Andy stands there, unsure what to do, as Patrick rains down blows on Pete's face and shoulders, but he must just shrug and sit down, leaving them to it, since nobody attempts to stop Patrick.

Maybe he's rutting against Pete's thigh at the same time, but nobody else has to know that, do they?

Nobody else but Pete, who definitely knows, who can definitely feel Patrick's boner rubbing against him like he's trying to create enough friction to start a fire with his dick, who's still smirking up at him past the fat lip Patrick's just given him.

He scratches ineffectually at Pete's neck and shoulders and chest as everything comes to a crescendo, his anger and his orgasm, and when he comes he sinks his teeth into Pete's neck to stifle his moan.

When it's over, he lets Pete go and sits up, breathing heavily. He glances up at Andy and Joe, who are pointedly not looking at them, and then back down to Pete, who raises his eyebrows at him, as if he didn't also just come in his pants.

Then Pete eases himself up slightly, and puts his hand on Patrick's shoulder, very firmly. His touch grounds Patrick somehow, and he's back on Earth, on the floor of the van, instead of in a red haze of anger and arousal.

"You OK, Patrick?" he says again, with such tenderness and care that Patrick almost starts crying, and finally notices the bruises and scratches and bleeding lip that he's left on his best friend.

"Oh my God, Pete," he says, looking down at the carnage he's caused and scooting away, standing up and holding his hands up like he's innocent, even though he is absolutely, one hundred percent guilty. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, oh my God."

"Patrick," says Pete quickly, sitting up properly. "Patrick, it's fine."

"Fine? Fine?! Pete, I just beat you up!" And came from dry humping your leg, he thinks, but he can't deal with that right now. Better to just focus on the thing in front of him, the thing they can talk about in front of Joe and Andy. Which is Pete. Hurt. By him.

Pete gets up real quick, but then approaches Patrick slowly, carefully, like he's a spooked horse. "Patrick, I promise it's OK. I let you. You needed to get it out of your system."

"Yeah but- but not like that," says Patrick, his face white. He opens his mouth to apologise some more, but Pete interrupts him.

"We need a hotel night," he announces. The other two protest, complaining about the expense and how they're not due another hotel night for the next two days, but Pete cuts them off. "No," he says, glancing at Patrick. "We can't spend another night in this van together, we're all going crazy." Which means Patrick's going crazy, he knows, and hangs his head. "I'll pay for it myself," he says, "let's just find somewhere to stay."

"Pete, no, you don't have to do that," Patrick says, feeling his face burn red with embarrassment. This is his fault; everyone else can handle sleeping in a van for nights on end without going insane and attacking their bandmate, why can't he? Now Pete's gonna spend money he can't afford, just because Patrick is a whiny little baby who can't control his emotions, and-

Pete grips his hand and Patrick's thoughts just stop. "I think I do," Pete says, with a stern look, but it's belied by the softness with which Pete is stroking his thumb across the knuckles of his balled fist.

They drive to a hotel in the nearest town that doesn't look to sketchy or too upmarket, and Pete goes in to enquire about the room. Patrick follows him, needing to apologise properly.

"Pete, I'm sorry," he says, yet again. "Pete, stop, look, let me apologise properly."

Pete turns toward him with a half smile. "You already did," he says. "Look, Patrick, it's not just you, we're all going insane in there. One of us had to break first."

"Yeah but...the others wouldn't have hit you. Or, y'know," he mumbles, the tips of his ears going red, "the other thing." Pete is still smiling, a little bit, but he also looks sad, and Patrick kinda hates it when Pete is sad. "We're still best friends, right?" he can't help asking in a small, tight voice, chin tucked into his chest so he doesn't have to see Pete's expression.

"Yeah, Patrick," Pete says, ruffling Patrick's hair, "We're still best friends."

When Patrick dares to look up again, Pete is grinning at him, so he thinks maybe they're gonna be OK.

"I don't know why I get like that," he explains, following Pete to the hotel reception, "it's just the enclosed space and all the guys and the van and the smells and-" You, he thinks. You drive me crazy and I don't understand why, 'cause I love you more than pretty much anyone else I've ever met. In fact maybe it's because I love you more than anyone else I've ever met.

Pete just shakes his head and nudges Patrick with his shoulder, and then turns to the lady at the desk and asks if they've got any rooms.

Usually they just get one room and bunk in together - it's better than sleeping in the van, but not by much. But this time Pete asks for two rooms and when Patrick looks at him quizzically, Pete just ignores him and fills out the booking form.

The lady hands Pete two key cards, and Pete hands one to Patrick.

"You can go now if you want, get some rest. Room 26."

Patrick is confused. "You gonna come and knock on my door later, then?"

Pete shrugs. "I mean, I can if you want company. But I thought I'd just bunk with the guys, give you some space. You need it. And rest, proper rest, Patrick, or you'll fall asleep on stage like you used to in math class. And don't try to say you didn't, your mom told me!"

Patrick snorts lightly in amusement, feeling relief roll over him like a wave. His own space, privacy, a bed he doesn't have to share with four other guys. A shower! Patrick is overcome with gratitude by Pete's gesture, and Pete must read it on his face (or maybe in the way his whole body has relaxed after days of being taut as a guitar string about to snap).

"You're welcome," he says. "Now go and get some sleep."

Patrick just nods and watches his best friend walk back out into the night to Andy and Joe.

Then he turns on his heel and heads down the hallway to sink into a blessed, peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

#peterick #pete wentz #patrick stump #fob #fall out boy #bandom #smut fic #smut #my writing #sorry this scenario has been living in my mind rent free so I had to write this to get it out #except im not sorry at all - enjoy 😜

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izzyspussy · 7 months

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In regards to the modern rock band au, I was gonna keep these in the tags but then I decided no, I need to scream about it

I was totally thinking they would be technically "open" about being in a relationship but like in that way where straighties can be delusional about it. Which like lbr is not really saying fuck all or anything about exactly how open or not EdIzzy is because. straighties simply do not care for reality. But anyway, yeah, they're like "out" but they're not like a Power Couple or whatever, and Izzy is really overshadowed and not very popular so like. There are like tiers of fans.

There are casuals who are straight. Bottom tier. And they're just like haha cool I love big tough guys who are so cool and straight and badass. Like Fight Club and [insert band name here]/Rob Halford! Anyway, who's Izzy? (And who's Fang and Ivan too probably.)

Then there are casuals who are not straight. And they're like haha cool I love big tough guys and leather daddies who scream!! Who's Izzy?

Then there are Real Fans who are also kind of shitty who are aware that Ed and Izzy are gayass queer faggos and also that they are Together, but a lot of them are like Why Is The King Consorting With That Loser the way ppl get kind of mad when like, say, Pete Davidson dates a Kardashian or whatever and it's just 'cause they think he's unattractive and it's not fair that he gets to fuck 10s (in their opinion) or whatever. But like no real vitriol.

Then there are Real Fans who are like weirdos, who are aware that they're gayass queer faggos and that they're together, but in this case they're like Why Is The King Consorting With That Lowly Worm and they hate Izzy's guts for the crime of they don't know any better because they don't know how the music is made and they can't recognize the fact that stage personas are not how people live their real lives 24/7.

Then there are Real Fans who are specifically Izzy fans, who are aware etc etc, and who instantly cum in their pants any time they see Izzy play an instrument with his BARE HANDS or when he and Ed do some mildly homoerotic shit on stage.

But yeah, sort of like how idr who said it but how he said pirates fuck whatever who cares so when Izzy thought they were just fucking whatever, but when he realized they were In Love he started losing it because that's not allowed, this would be somewhat like that with a healthy dosage of Izzy's just not fucking built for the modern day limelight. So they're semi-comfortable showing like Implications and being Erotic with each other on stage, but as far as showing like actual genuine PDA and that kind of thing not so much. And it's a combo of Izzy just being a... not exactly a private person, but like, he's a bit standoffish about true Intimacy and he wants Ed for himself and such like that + a little bit of closetedness in that like with piracy sex is okay in show biz but (specifically homo) romance is more shameful.

BUT. When they first came on the scene I'm sure there was a lot of like are they/aren't they, and they never exactly Came Out came out, but it just became more and more open of an open secret. So like yeah they never exactly talked about their relationship in interviews and shit, they never showed any like ~undeniable~ romantic PDA when they went on dates out, etc, but for anyone who cares about that type of thing it's not like you can't find confirmation that they're Together if you look for it. It is, indeed, on the wikipedia page. They have their individual pages where they're listed as "partners" and the band's page that probably says something or other about Ed starting the band "with his partner" Izzy (and then eventually there's the page for their divorce court case, where it is more directly and undeniably mentioned that they were a couple for like 20 years and that Ed cheated on him with Stede, because that gets mentioned on the record).

And then from there, there's like fandom sleuths popping up who try to match songs with events in their relationship, and both the Anti-Izzy fans and the Pro-Izzy fans get in on this and basically make up a lot of weirdly specific conjecture and get a little nuts with it, and Ed and Izzy never confirm or deny any of it, except sometimes when Ed falls off the wagon and sees something that really pisses him off because it goes just a little Too Far and he goes on a social media diatribe about how stupid it is and how whoever wrote it is the literal scum of the earth and doesn't deserve to lick the bottom of Izzy's boots or whatever, and when that happens people are like ???? aren't they broken up. Wasn't it the literal Opposite of amicable. what is this. and people are always waiting for Stede to weigh in and be mad about Ed defending Izzy or whatever, but Stede only ever gets upset with Ed when Ed confesses to something that isn't anybody's fucking business and he keeps that to their private life anyway, and there's people saying shit like "once a cheater always a cheater" and shit, you know how people are.

But anyway. Yeah, Jim and Izzy fuck nasty. In one of those tiny graffiti-covered metal bar bathrooms. Izzy bitches about being to old to do that on the way in and on the way out, but has absolutely no complaints during the fact. And not JUST because Jim keeps his mouth otherwise occupied.

#jack chats #jack facts #ofmd #blackhands #jizzy #getting in tune #hc #writing process

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nemoghotie · 6 months

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Target Practice

* Chk-Chk

. * BANG * Chk-Chk

. Red growled as the wind changed directions, blowing her tumble weeds in a way that was harder to shoot. She squeezed her legs around Prongs' midsection, using the pressure her knees and ankles provided to Steer the moving jackalope along to circle the outcrop of rocks where her weeds had blown. Her longtime companion had started getting antsy so Red had taken him on a ride to get some target practice in; or at least that's what the wrangler had told the rest of her party. In reality she was the one getting agitated.

It was that damn peddler again. That silver tongued, sleazy overconfident tall drink of water Russel Navarro.

That stupid man always knew how to get under her skin. Ever since the day they met all those months ago in the train he could play her like a fiddle. Granted he had calmed down significantly from overtly flirting to a more gentlemanly approach.

It made Red want to punch his stupid pretty face.

"Bastard...why does he give so much of a shit anyways..."

*BANG

. Dammit, a miss. Red lowered her rifle muzzle, signaling for Prongs to pick a different path and break from the circling. She holstered the gun in the custom pocket for it on her saddle, freeing up her hands to hang onto the reigns that had been loosely tied to the pommel.

"Alright old friend, let's get some laps in"

Prongs chuffed in response, bunching up his hind legs and launched into full gallop. Red leaned into Prongs' front, placing her weight better in line to help him run. Her hat slid backwards off of her head and caught on the neck tie under her chin, her hair whipping behind her head in a bouncy curly red mass.

To Red it was like any other ride at speed, working with her jackalope instead of against him, taking in the sights and smells and sounds of being out in nature. To an outsider it was almost picturesce, billowing hair, concentraion written along the freckles on her face, lean lithe body twisting and rocking along with the movement of her mount, the natural grace of a Jackalope in full sprint; one with his wrangler companion. Relaxing but not totally at ease, one could never ever truly let their gaurd down out here, even in The Greens. She knew someone in her party was watching her, they weren't exactly being sneaky.

It wasn't uncommon for her group to keep tabs on one another. Red watched Sam and Jack, making sure the good Doctor and the idiot gun sligher kept themselves out of trouble. The teacher had grown a soft spot in her heart. Everyone kept their eyes on Bruno, hell it was hard not to. He was a retired fire wrestler who still lit himself on fire for Pete sake! Ozzy, the trapper she terrorized way back in the day, he was one she never thought she could get along with. He kept his eyes on everyone, he tried to keep the peace along with Sam. Tempers were hot in this group, Bruno not withstanding. And even though Russel infuriated her, he was necessary, he was the only healer they had.

Red knew she was being watched. She would be a fool not to know, but she didn't turn to look at him. She would let them look. Let them watch her exert her mastery of her lifelong occupation. Let them watch the way her body moved and shifted.

If they were the deep chocolate eyes under the fringe of hair that looked soft enough to stroke. If they were the eyes attached to the kind warm features, sculpted by his own years of hard work providing medical care....

She dared them to take a good long lecherous look.

#Fish writes stuff #Manifest #TTRPGOC #Anita 'Red' Winters

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veliseraptor · 2 years

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do you have any vegasporsche thoughts? 💖

oh god anon I feel like I've been turning vegas and porsche and vegasporsche around in my head like a rubix cube for a while now and I'm still not sure I've sorted out what I"m feeling about it? not in a bad way just in a *takes this relationship by the shoulders and shakes it* what is going on with you!!!! kind of way.

like to begin with there's the question for me of how genuine vegas's porsche feelings are, how much of his interactions with him are real vs. calculated for effect, how much his being drawn to porsche is about porsche vs...about kinn and his weird psychosexual obsession therewith.

and I think that at least some of it is genuine? for one thing porsche is definitely likeable (and hot), and for another I just don't find it very interesting to go "oh it was all fake and just for manipulation reasons" and for another while I don't doubt that vegas helping porsche with his investigations at the end of the season was also partly (a) pete-related and (b) screwing over the main family related, he does also specifically warn porsche that shit's about to go down and give him a potential out, despite almost certainly knowing he's unlikely to take it. but also he seems pretty chill with killing porsche to get to kinn. porsche is very pissed with vegas for his involvement in porchay's getting kidnapped, and definitely knows or has an inkling about what happened between him and pete, but seems fine cooperating with him afterwards.

in some ways I think my problem here is a little doyleist in that I'm trying to work out a watsonian explanation for what feels like, honestly, inconsistent writing when it comes to the two of them and their dynamic.

I think there's interesting stuff there during canon timeline that goes mostly undeveloped because of space and (again) inconsistency, and I think that inconsistency is what has resulted in my poking at their relationship being primarily focused on the post-canon situation, because that feels like a potentially interesting locus of very messy stuff, with the combination of porsche unexpectedly taking on the role that vegas expected to have.

I've seen takes on post-canon that posit vegas being sort of okay with it because he's just kinda done with that life and I understand that (and I think it'd be healthier, probably), but I don't actually feel like it makes sense with my understanding of the character. vegas is an ambitious person who has built his life around the goal of gaining power for his family as his means of access to love, and even if he's maybe starting to figure out that's not how it works I don't think the ambition or the sense of ownership goes away, and there's not really any escaping the fact that from his perspective porsche has skyrocketed up in the world at the same time as he's hit rock bottom, and that's, you know, rough.

but then there's porsche, who seems sort of terminally incapable of holding a grudge, and I think makes it hard to hold a grudge against him...and how does that interact with the fact that pete and porsche are good friends, whatever shape their relationship takes moving forward (since I imagine it would have to look a little different too)? like I said, I feel like there's just potential for a lot going on there but I feel like I'm still feeling my way around it.

when it comes to canon-era I'm still kinda just. hands in the air, I don't even know, okay, what the fuck is going on with you guys anyway.

I will say that the shootout scene with the two of them teaming up was extremely sexy, and that I think there is too little about them bonding about their respective relationships with their younger brothers, which imo have more in common with each other than kinn's relationships with his siblings.

but yeah. mostly my thoughts here end up just being sort of [confused gnawing noises]. working on it.

#conversating #anonymous #kinnporsche the series #aggressively headcanons #vegas theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawat

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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If it hasn't already been done, I'd love to see Alma give someone a goth makeover. Can be anyone you choose, but in my mind I'm thinking Jim, Frenchie, or Lucius.

(this ask is from July, sorry anon! If you're still here, it just seemed right for the spooky season! Speaking of, feel free to send me spooky prompts this month!)

Alma unzipped her makeup bag and Lucius gazed into the abyss.

“I’m going to get an eye infection,” he groaned.

“I wash my brushes,” she sniffed as she pawed through the bag and started laying things out. “And you know about a dozen other people who could do this for you if you’re going to be mean about it.”

“Sorry sorry,” he averted his eyes from the clusterfuck spilling out of her bag. “Doesn’t really work as a surprise if one of them knows about it. John and Frenchie would definitely blur it out. It’s supposed to surprise Pete, so.”

“Eddy -”

“I have done waaaay too much shit to her to put my face in her hands,” Lucius laughed. “She’d get me and rightly so. Anyway, I like your style best.”

She preened at that and Lucius hid a smile. He could remember being sixteen and instantly pleased at a compliment too. Hell, he was still weak to them. Pete had told him he looked cute this morning and Lucius had almost eaten the man for breakfast and they’d been married for years.

“Okay, uh...I always start with skin, let’s prime!”

Lucius was no stranger to makeup, even if he’d never been tempted to get on stage. He’d been using concealer since he was Alma’s age, and who hadn’t experimented with eyeliner in college? In the last few years, he’d learned plenty more just from helping the queens. When Pete had sprained his wrist a few winters ago, Lucius had even done some of the finer work for him. It took him too long for it to be a permanent before show thing, but sometimes when Pete wanted something involved, they’d make the time and Lucius got to use a different medium to express his art. On a very beloved canvas.

This was different though. He had never sat still for someone else to do it on him. Alma took his chin in her palm to hold him steady. Her fingers were slight, but long. A little like being held in place by a spider which was fitting. There was nothing rough about the treatment, more like decisive.

The music was surprisingly mellow too. Stede and Eddy had the whole apartment wired for sound, and the smooth vocals of some distant female singer dripped down the walls. The owners themselves were already at the bar, prepping for the party. Halloween Prom was a new idea this year, but Lucius had a feeling it would go over well.

“How big can I go?” She asked.

“Rock star big.”

“Awesome,” she declared. “Keep your eyes closed.”

“Not a problem,” he didn’t really want to stare at her through the whole process. “So, how’s tricks?”

“Mm. Fine. There’s a lot of people talking at me about college now. Like I don’t know it’s coming. Owen and Ingrid are stressing over applications.”

“Where do they want to go?”

“Away,” she sighed. “I mean who wouldn’t? But senior year is gonna suck.”

“Maybe.” A brush dusted over his eyelid and he had to work hard not to wince away. “Could make new friends.”

“Sounds annoying,” she determined. “I just got these ones the way I like them.”

“I hear you on that. But then you’ll leave too, huh?”

“Probably. Most of the programs that look good are out of state. Seems far.”

“It’s good, moving out,” he assured her. “Get to figure some shit out.”

“What if I’m home sick?” And she asked it with a sarcastic lilt, but she couldn’t fool him. He’d known her since she was a little bad ass in tiny Docs.

“Your dad would pay for you to come home every single weekend if you wanted. Eddy would come get you herself. Not even thinking about your Mom and Doug, they’d probably let you live at home until you were all old together.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You will be,” he agreed. “Just don’t take fifteen Jello shots and try to walk home across campus at 1 AM during frat rush week.”

“Oh no,” she said sympathetically.

“Fratty guys are startlingly helpful when you’re drunk, but you might puke on a hot one’s shoes,” he agreed.

“No Jello shots. Got it.”

When she reached his lips, they had to stop talking and then it was just sort of impersonal and yet intimate at the same time as she dragged a little brush over his lips. Lucius thought about his costume, waiting in the bathroom. It was simple enough. Barely imaginative really, but he was going to be behind the bar for the most part. In previous years, he’d done almost nothing. Cat ears and a bit of pink on his nose once, but usually a pair of horns on a headband was as far as he went.

Stede had all, but begged him to participate this year. To add to the ambiance of the party. The Revenge was all decked out in cobwebs, smoke machines and eerie lights for the event. It would look weird to be in the usual getup while the place was full of impressive costumes.

“Okay, just some powder left to seal the deal!” She announced and then smacked him in the face with an enormous puff.

“Hey!” he sputtered and then sneezed.

“You go light on this stuff and you’ll sweat off all my hard work,” Alma handed him a tissue then smacked him on the other side. “Annnd you’re done!”

“Thanks,” he coughed. “Fuck. What time is it?”

“5:15.”

“Gotta get ready then. You good?”

“Yeah, I’ll be done in time to walk with you.” She did already have a pretty spectacular look on, scales painted meticulously over a wash of blue and green on the sides of her face.

Lucius retreated to the bathroom and got a full on survey of himself in the mirror. She’d certainly done the job. The eyeliner was winged out to extraordinary heights and the curlicue was drawn almost delicately under his left eye. His skin was perfectly white, then sculplted in an ombre of greys to give him cheekbones he’d murder to actually have and defined out his jaw and chin. His eyes were gray hollows, his lips jet black. The temporary dye he’d used earlier wasn’t perfect, but with the makeup it sold jet black instead of the dark green he’d seen at home. In the bar’s dim lights it’d be perfect.

The consume was mostly scounged. The black tank top was ‘borrowed’ from Izzy so it was purposely tight around him. The black pants were Frenchies, not so purposely tight, but he could manage it for tonight. The studded belt was Fang’s, dear man, and he’d lent it without question. The ankh necklace was Roach’s, from his hoard of costume jewelry.

The shoes were his usual sneakers. He still had to stand for hours and he wasn’t sacrificing his feet on the altar of completioninst garbage.

Lucius gave himself a critical once over in the mirror. Not too fucking shabby, he decided. He stepped back a little to get most of the look in.

Lucius: What do you think?

Izzy: look like a hot corpse. Confusing.

Lucius: Wanted dead or alive. I feel special.

Izzy: girl did a good job.

Lucius: Going to tip her in a Starbucks card. It’s her love language. Sure you’re not coming out tonight?

Izzy: positive.

Lucius: annoying.

Izzy: yep

When he emerges, Alma has pulling on her long sea foam green gloves. The body suit both covers her entirely and somehow also scandalous. It hugs her and makes her legs into an illusion of a tail she holds them together. The torso glimmers and gleams, flashes like a warning. The wig was one of Stede’s, restyled, a teal that cascaded in wild waves to her waist.

“Off to drown some sailors?”

“I think I’m on table bussing,” she shrugged. “But I’ll look amazing doing it. Take some pics for me?”

They wasted some time getting a good shot. She put on filters and edited as they walked the few blocks.

“Oh!” She realized, “I should take one of you. For your feeds.”

“My social media is cocktails and-” he cut the joke off midway. Not the right audience. “Drawings. Very occasional selfies.”

“Today’s the day. We’re preserving my work. The lighting is perfect anyway, go stand there,” She pointed to the mouth of the alleyway. The security lights hadn’t flickered on, but the sun was starting to set. “Look a little away from me, like you’re kind of staring off...yeah like that.”

She took the picture then futzed with her phone. His buzzed his pocket.

“There,” she said with some satisfaction. “You’re all set.”

“Thanks,” he said dryly. “Madame director.”

At the bar, Lucius went to work. The drink menu was blessedly limited tonight, only the ‘spooky’ specials he’d put together and a few beers on tap. The Swede was dressed as Dorothy from Wizard of Oz, complete with a dog plushie pinned to his waist.

“You look cute,” Lucius offered.

“Thank you. You look very good too!” The Swede approved. “A real costume this year!”

“Don’t get too used to it,” Lucius warned. “Did you get the grapes out?”

“Done!”

“Okay, let’s get to mixing.”

Tonight wasn’t technically a show, no MC needed, but all the queens would be in costume, occasionally doing lip synching to the play list and mostly ad libbing around the stage. The focus was really on the dance floor, larger than usual and where they would circulate, dancing with the crowd and each other. Lucius didn’t spot Pete until things were well underway and she took the stage with John and Frenchie. It wasn’t their first time doing a group costume, but the 9 to 5 getups were perfect. After much bitter struggle, Pete had won out and was doing his very best Dolly in a power suit.

Neither Pete nor Ethel usually did traditional lip sync, but they gave it their all and Lucius made sure to yell appreciatively along with the crowd afterwards. Pete blew kisses and intentionally jiggled the enormous breastplate to the crowd for wild appreciation.

“Babe!” Pete shouted at him as she weaved through the crowd after. “Do you like the whole thing?”

“I loved it!” Lucius finished making the Eye See You for a regular, sliding it down the bar, then turned to face him.

“Luc!” Pete stopped dead, then broke out in a huge grin. “I can’t believe it!”

“Do you like it?” He asked, surprised by how suddenly shy he felt. What did it matter? Just some greasepaint in the end.

“You did Death! You know she’s one of my favorites,” Pete gushed. “The eyes! You got the eyeliner perfect.”

“Alma did it,” he admitted.

“She nailed it. You nailed it!” Pete, who usually was very respectful of the few workplace rules they had, came around the bar without pause, slid and arm around Lucius waist to get close and studied his face. “I totally can’t kiss you right now, but please know that I want to really really bad.”

“Aw, rain check,” Lucius grinned at him. “You look great too. The boobs are kind of intimidating.”

“They are so heavy. I’m going to need a backrub later,” he admitted. “What about the wig?”

“I miss the bald,” Lucius decided, “but it makes the look.”

“You do?” Pete glanced up at him. “Really?”

“Yeah, babe. My hottest visions of you do not involve a pile of someone else's hair, weirdly enough.”

“I bought it. It’s technically mine.”

“Yeah, still a no from me.”

“Speaking of, maybe permanently steal these jeans, huh?” Pete’s hand landed on his ass.

“Is that so?” Lucius laughed.

“Oh, it’s so,” Pete grinned, then glanced at the backroom. “Gotta meet up with Ethel and Frenchie. Want to abuse the staff bathroom after the party tonight?”

“Big Death would love to give you the little death,” Lucius agreed readily. “See you later, babe.”

“Later, sweetie.”

Maybe dressing up wasn’t so bad, Lucius thought later as Pete bent him over the sink in the staff bathroom. He watched his own darkly lined eyes in the mirror as he dissolved into a pleasurable fog. Maybe next year he’d go even bigger.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #lucius black #alma bonnet #pete black

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mischiefashale · 1 year

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If all of these people turning into mist is supposed to be an explanation for why Alison isn't dead then she should have turned into damn mist too.

I wish these guys remembered that the light comes from the same place as the music. I wish to see these battles.

Remember who you are. Is this the Lion King?

Eli wolfing out for the first time right after he loses his dad is a much better narrative.

OMG Allison is about to push Scott off of Pride Rock bahahaha. Lion King indeed.

Of course he would stab himself instead of just knocking her out.

Jackson continues to give me life.

Peter Hale crawling around sniffing on pride Rock is going to live rent free in my head forever.

He had to be that close to the ground to smell blood? I don't even care it's just amazing.

"don't fight the Oni, kill them." Leave it to Lydia to be the voice of reason.

He knew that was the plan and still stabbed himself anyways. Oh for the love of God.

Lydias love of chemistry is showing.

How did Jackson not know that Rowan trees become mountain ash?

Okay fine I can ship Malia and parish as long as it means her getting a man who's on her level.

"Then I'm definitely not dying tonight.." lol

She should be having flashbacks to her sewing Scott up.

This shit is killing me.

That wolfsbane should have gone to his heart and killed him already.

He's definitely gonna stick his claws in her neck.

I love Derek's excitement at Eli learning to heal.

Yassss obligatory lacrosse scene.

So is BH big enough for a college or did they walk across Beacon County.

Supposed to be dead is now just "starting to become a recurring theme" STARTING!?!?!

Omfg it's been awhile since I read spoilers I forgot it's HARRIS as the big bad. HARRIS!?!?!!

I hope someone punches Jeff Davis.

Omfg I have so many better Ally resurrection stories.

Only responds to fire and the wolfsbane you shit him with! FFS

What in the fucking rewrite of canon is happening here?

You want to live or not? With a road flare? I guess it makes sense since he almost died by one oh wait and there's the flashbacks.

That is Def Stiles Jr

And then she just leaves to find her dad? Like omg maybe stick together.

Jeff Davis really has no qualms about giving big grown up feelings to emotionally stunted children.

Jackson can touch mountain ash now?

Omfg yes it is HARRIS. I can't decide if it's Pete Jackson to not remember the teacher that had a hard-on for him or not.

But I am dying at Jackson being like I was in London for all of that.

I'm also loving the look on a coach's face as soon as he see Scott McCall. "you are not ruining this for me."

HE IS NOT PLAYING LAX! NO NO NO WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? Why is this Coaches solution?

We all know that should say number 24.

If I didn't hate this narrative so much I would think that Harris would be actually a good villain.

Coyotes breaking into the house is why Derek doesn't transform? I would most certainly think that the smell of a predator like a werewolf would have kept the coyotes at Bay.

And why wasn't Derek turning into a wolf all the time to let his son play with him and his puppy self.

I hate that this is the reason she left Stiles.

How the fuck is Harris alive? Tho?

Bahahaha Greenburg.

But really was there a reason that Scott had to join him on the field?

Of course Scott can take being stabbed legitimately in the heart and still talk but Peter gets a little cut on the hand and he's down for the count.

Omg Malia is my favorite. "Okay what do you need? You need a pep talk one of those you can do this speeches? I don't do speeches I don't do pep talks. I'm not here to boost your ego. And I'm not going to be your cheerleader. So whatever you need to do to get your shit together, you're going to do this for yourself, and you got to do this right now."

#teen wolf the movie #anti teen wolf the movie #malia tate #eli hale #allison argent #derek hale #peter hale #chris argent

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queen-boudicca · 1 year

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Hello! I'm back with another installment of my nuwho rewatch! I bet you thought I was done. Well nice try. Anyway, here's Father's Day:

Father's Day

Bechdel test: pass (bridesmaid talking to bride when she gets out of the car)

Does someone die: yes lol

Not a huge fan of all the voiceovers but okay

I love Rose's outfit

Nine why did you take her to the day he dies? You could've taken her to any other time he was alive and you choose the one with the most risk of her trying to mess w the timeline

Ah nvm he took her to their wedding that's a lot better

Wow great job getting her name wrong when that guy literally just said it for you to repeat

Okay now going to the day he dies surely nothing will go wrong

The socialist worker posters saying "no third term for thatcher" fuck yeah you guys rock

Breaking vase as he dies very cinematic

Billie's acting is on point here

Actually both of them

And the vase doesn't break this time good metaphor

God her excitement as he's like who tf are you

And then the cut to nine

Ah yes the reavers or whatever they're called

Rose smiling w delight as he says the weirdest stuff

Rose awkwardly trying to fill the silence while nine's just staring god it's so good

Nine maybe that's a bit harsh tho

Giving very "every little thing" vibes here

"There's a man alive in the world who wasn't alive before. An ordinary man; that's the most important thing in the whole of creation" god it's my favorite shit when the doctor says stuff like that. "I think you look like giants", elevens speech about all the elements in the universe coming together to form you unique person, "are all people so much bigger on the inside" etc

The doctor's passion for everyone and everything, the way he views the world ugh I just love it sm

The conflict between them ugh I love it when companions and doctors have disagreements, and they don't just go along w everything the doctor says it's so realistic and such good characterization

"If I was going out with you—"

"Stop! Right there!"

"I'm just saying—"

"I know what you're saying, And we're not going there. At no point are we going anywhere near there. You aren't even aware that 'there' exists. I don't even wanna think about 'there' and believe me neither do you. There, for you is like... it's like the Bermuda triangle."

"Blimey you know how to flatter a bloke"

It's so good

Damn rip uncle Steven, auntie Lynn, and all the baxters gone but not forgotten

The dichotomy between the way Jackie views Pete when he's alive and when he's dead is very well done

That is a very dress. Many ruffles

Damn rip Dave, Sunita, bee, everyone from the lamb and flag gone but not forgotten

Love how Pete doesn't consider how it looks too show up to the wedding with a younger girl

Rose is not good at watching what she's saying

Must suck watching her parents relationship as it was rather than as she thought it was

Damn rip that kid's friends and parent gone but not forgotten

The way they do the parent disappearing is great

Like the kid literally and figuratively losing that support

Rose being like "haha he's come back for me oh shit there's a monster fuck"

Damn rip Stuart's dad gone but not forgotten

Damn rip that nun gone but not forgotten

Oh right they're called reapers not reavers

Love how the doctor immediately showing up and taking control

God the emotions in his voice the bbc didn't know what they had

Also Stuart love how monsters just showed up and killed your dad and your concern is a weird voice on the phone

Definitely what your priorities should be

Ey Pete starting to put the pieces together

Damn rip those people out for a walk and that parent and that cyclist and that child gone but not forgotten

And nine knowing how to solve the problem when he sees the car but still not telling Pete and being willing to sacrifice himself instead just bc he cares about rose I'm fine I'm okay

Tbh it's very impressive for Pete to put the pieces together like how tf did he realize that damn

"You seem to know what's going on"

"I give them impression, yeah"

The doctor trying to solve the imminent threat but when the couple ask him if he can save them, stopping what he was doing, and asking them about their lives

"I don't know what this is all about. And I know we're not important—"

"Who said you're not important? I've traveled to all sorts of places, done things you couldn't even imagine. But you two! Street corner, two in the morning, getting a taxi home. I've never had a life like that. Yes. I'll try and save you."

Done it again, king. God I love him this is so good

Oh yeah I forgot that kid was Mickey that's a bit weird tbh

Also Jackie already knows Mickey?

"Where I'm from, Jackie doesn't know how to work the timer on a video recorder"

"I showed her that last week... Point taken"

Nine talking to baby Rose my beloved

"Now rose, you're not going to bring about the end of the world, are you. Are you?"

"Jackie gave her to me to look after. How times change"

Love how concerned w paradoxes they are in this episode and how the reapers never turn up again

Nine asking her to tell him she's sorry and him beaming and basically immediately forgiving her

Nine without a jacket. Whore. Just standing there in your sweater like a harlot. For shame

Okay but if the reapers are here bc of the paradox why do they care about anything other than the church? Like why are they killing all these random people? Shouldn't they just go after Pete and Rose

I feel like killing all these people would cause more of a paradox bc now people who are supposed to be alive are dead but whatever who cares about the logic here (also not to mention that anything like this never happens in the episodes that take place in the present or future even though those times are just as much in the past for the doctor. But that's with every thing they always talk about re paradoxes so I'm not gonna be harsh specifically on this episode for that)

Yay Pete figured it out

Awkward for Jackie to overhear

Lol nine just walking away not wanting to deal with this relationship drama

Okay but like she didn't actually touch the baby? Like she held it but there were blankets between them?

Damn rip the doctor gone but not forgotten

Love how the reapers got in there to kill the doctor and fuck up the tardis but now they're stuck outside again?

Pete's so perceptive tbh

Good the emotions it's so good I'm dying

The family reunion, Pete telling them what he's going to do, oh no I'm crying

"I never read you those bedtime stories; I never took you on those picnics. I was never there for you. But I can do this for you. I can be a proper dad to you now."

"But it's not fair"

"I've had all these extra hours. No one else in the world has ever had that. And on top of that, I got to see you. And you're beautiful. How lucky am I, eh? Thanks for saving me."

And it ending with the vase shattering again

The bit where nine walks up behind her and we see him in the shot it's just *chef's kiss*

And Stuart's dad is here

And the way the story changed now as Jackie tells it again I'm fine I've just been crying for the past five minutes I'm okay

I can forgive the voiceover at the beginning bc then they repeat it at the end and it's very well done in general

All right, up next, the empty child/doctor dances, aka my all time favorite episode of doctor who!

#doctor who #father's day (doctor who)#nuwhorewatch #ninth doctor

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simpforrooster · 2 years

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captain.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x f!reader

t/w: age gap (two consenting adults here), making out? cursing. I think that all.

Maverick knows he shouldn't pursue you. You're one of his students. Surely you would want to date an old has been. He just can't help himself.

You’d caught Maverick’s eyes as soon as he saw you laughing with the other Top Gun graduates at the Hard Deck. He hadn’t expected to see Penny here, she all but wrote him off anyway.

“We’re not doing this again, Maverick. I met someone. We got married last spring,” Penny showed him the rock on her finger.

“Bradley!” your sweet voice calls out, making Mav turn his head so Rooster doesn’t notice him. Mav pretty much decides right then and there, your voice is the best thing he’s ever heard.

He also doesn’t miss the way Rooster takes you in, making a big show of checking you out. He watches Rooster pull you tight against him, and there is something deep in Mav’s stomach he knows can only be jealousy.

Jealous of his dead friend’s son. Jealous about one of his students. God, what a mess.

There is no way this could work. You were at least twenty years younger than him, and one of his students.

But, damn, he can’t take his eyes off you.

Maverick spends the time between now and him getting thrown out of the Hard Deck trying to stop himself from thinking about you.

It doesn't work.

From the moment you walked into the training room to when you went up in your jet, flying with such grace, Maverick couldn’t shake you.

After dogfight football, the crew talked Maverick into joining them at the Hard Deck.

“Here you go, Captain,” you tell him, handing him a beer.

Maverick hides the groan that slips out of his mouth at your use of his rank pretty well. He gives you a nod. “Thanks, Squish.” He uses your call sign, not trusting himself to use your rank, or hell, even your actual name.

Maverick found out they call you Squish as a call back to the stuffed animals you smuggled into basic training. Allegedly they’d reminded you of home, and you were known to lend them out to those who needed a little bit of home.

As if he couldn't fall more for you.

Your sweet heart, jaw-dropping good looks, and impeccable flying? Fuck.

If only he could get you away from Rooster. Mav and Rooster still hadn’t made up, and he was just going to add stealing Rooster’s girl onto the long list of reasons why Rooster hated him.

Maverick is pretty good at eavesdropping and learned that you and Rooster weren’t an item, but he’d heard enough from Hangman and Coyote’s conversation to know Rooster definitely had his eyes on you.

The only thing he doesn't know is how you feel about Bradley.

Maverick isn't worried, though. He may be older, but he hasn’t forgotten how to pull a lady when he needs to.

You settle onto the stool next to Maverick, and it takes everything in him to keep his hand wrapped around his beer and not around your shoulders.

You bought your instructor a beer. Your hot instructor. Your perfect in every way instructor.

What the hell are you thinking?

The grip on his beer bottle doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Does he think it’s inappropriate that you did that? You’re damn well old enough to go for him. Shit, Maverick could ram into the side of your jet and you would thank him.

Maverick looks over at you and gives you a smirk.

You pray the dim bar lights hide your flush.

“So, what’s the story between you and Bradley?” Maverick asks you, his voice neutral, but you can tell he’s fishing for information.

You could kill Bradley for the way he’s been hanging all over you lately. Bradley hasn’t said, but you know there is something in the past that has him and Mav rattled. You also know your best friend knows you better than yourself and could tell immediately that Maverick caught your eye.

“We’re just friends,” you admit, hoping you aren’t reading into anything. God, that would be embarrassing. “He’s like a brother to me.”

Did the side of his mouth just lift? You hope he caught on to you insinuating that Bradley was in the friendzone.

“Is that so?” Maverick gives you a stomach-flipping smile before bringing his beer to his lips. He tips it back, and you’re lost in what he’d taste like if you kissed him right now.

The tension between the two of you becomes so palpable, the next thing out of your mouth falls out with no consent.

“You know I’m not worried about the age difference, right?” Your voice is low. Almost so low you didn’t think Maverick heard you at all. He works his jaw, obviously battling some inner war. He squeezes his eyes shut, then reopens them. Maverick keeps his gaze forward.

“I am going to make an excuse to leave, wait five minutes, meet me in the alleyway.” His voice is hushed, and he speeds through the instructions, you almost don’t comprehend.

Your heart starts pumping overtime as he throws back the rest of his beer. He stands and feeds the gang some bullshit excuse about needing to head home to rest before training tomorrow. They brush him off, calling out his age. Mav holds his hands up in defeat and turns toward the exit. He doesn’t look at you as he slips out the door.

The next five minutes feel like five years.

When your phone finally shows that five minutes have passed, you put the device to your ear. “Oh hey, Mom! Yeah, I’m good. Let me step outside so I can hear you better.”

You follow Maverick’s path out the door unnoticed. In an instant, he has you backed up against the wall of the Hard Deck. One hand settles on your waist, the other above your shoulder, braced against the building. Maverick breathes you in, planting small kisses along your neck.

The butterflies ripping through your stomach are almost too much. Is this really happening?

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell is kissing your neck. He runs his nose along the trail of kisses he left until his mouth is at your ear.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to get you alone,” he murmurs, his hot breath sending chills down your arms.

“Please kiss me before I wake up from this dream,” you sigh. That’s what this is. It has to be. There is no way Maverick likes you back.

“This isn’t a dream, Y/N,” he whispers. This is the first time he’s used your name, and it sounds amazing coming from him.

You grip his bomber jacket in your hands, pulling him closer to you. Maverick is objectively not the tallest guy, but he still towers over your frame.

“Please, Pete,” you almost beg. Hearing his name must be his undoing, because his lips are meeting yours in a greedy kiss.

Expert lips move against yours, and Mav’s other hand finds its way to your hip. His fingers slip under your shirt, burning into your skin, causing a soft moan to fall against his lips.

This makes the corner of his mouse rise, he knows exactly how he’s making you feel right now.

Of course he does. The man is just as egotistical as Hangman. All these naval aviators are the same, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting him.

Maverick has you right where he wants you, and you couldn’t care less. He could ask you to rob a bank and you wouldn’t think twice.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says in your ear. His voice is hoarse. You have the same effect on him as he does you. This makes you grin.

“Do I get to ride on the back of your motorcycle, Captain?” You test out using his rank again.

He pulls you in for one last kiss, before practically dragging you to his Kawasaki.

“Honey, you can do anything you want if you keep calling me that.”

a/n: phew. I couldn't let another day go by without writing for the man himself.

masterlist

#topgunmaverk #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #maverick x y/n #maverick x you #maverick x reader #pete mitchell imagine #pete mitchell x you #pete mitchell x y/n #maverick fanfic #maverick imagine

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weirdos-am-i-right · 3 years

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Fuck Traveling// Pete Davidson x reader

Request from @annalayton19

Hi! I’m a new follower and I really like your stuff! Could I request a Pete Davidson x reader (angst to fluff) where Pete is on tour or filming away from home and the reader is left behind. After like 6 months of being apart Pete starts to get tired of the long distance and basically like done with it. And then he realizes his mistake and comes home to make it up to her! I’m sorry if that’s super long! Also if this imagine doesn’t interest you, then no sweat! Thank you so much in advance 💕

A/n: This took so much less time then I thought it would. Anyway, here you go, I really hope you like it!

Warning: angst, swearing, like one cigarettes

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Six months. Six months was an extremely long time to be away from someone you loved.

Y/n sat on the couch, a small pout on her lips. She looked at Pete—her boyfriend of a year—and frowned. “I wish I could go with you.” Pete frowns too, and sits down next to her.

“I know. I wish you were coming with me too. But hey, it’s only a couple of months, all right? I’ll be back before you know it.” He kissed her cheek.

“I just wish my contract would let me. You have no idea how annoying it is to not be able to do things because of freaking Marvel.” She groans, falling on her back with a slight ‘plop’.

“Well, because of freaking Marvel, you are one of the best actresses out there. And I know you’re going to kill it with filming. My tour isn’t even that cool. It’ll broke you to death.” He jokes, leaning back on the arm of the couch.

“Babe, you’re a comedian.”

“Oh right, I forgot.” He grabs her arm, and pulls her up into his chest. “I love you, okay?” He lifts her chin up, and kisses her. “So fucking much. We’ll face time everyday, I’ll call you every evening and wish you goodnight.”

“Okay.” She looked over a the clock, and sighed. “We have to go. Your flight is leaving soon.” He brushes hair behind her ear, bringing her eyes back to him.

“I love you. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I love you, too.”

********

The car ride to the airport was long, and quiet. Pete was driving, he had one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand on Y/n’s leg, rubbing small circles into the center of her thigh.

She knew she was going to miss him so much, but she also knew she was going to be extremely busy with filming, so it wouldn’t be as bad.

Once they were at the gate, they tearfully hugged, and she kissed him. “All right, now get out of here. We’re not doing that rom-com turn back at the last second goodbye.” She laughed at him, tears steaming down her face a bit. He wiped one with his thumb, and kissed her again. “Love you. Now go, so I get to watch you walk away.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She turns around, and starts walking back to her car. She knew he hated leaving her too, but he was a lot better at hiding emotions then she was, that was one of the only things she learned while dating him.

She got in her car, and put her head on her steering wheel.

She groans, and leans back. Starting her car, she pulled out of the airport, and drove home.

**********

The first few months were the worst. Y/n hated going to bed alone, the left side of the bed always cold.

She was filming almost every day, and seeing her co-workers and friends always cheered her up, after all she had been working with the same people for quite some time now, so she felt comfortable around them.

The fourth month was slowly becoming easier. She got use to coming home to no one there, and making dinner for herself. She still talked to Pete every day, texting him good morning, and Goodnight, and FaceTiming him a lot during the day.

Though she knew he loved her, she felt as though he was slightly pulling away. The FaceTime calls were short, and he never texted her back right away like he use to.

“And so, we we’re almost done with the shoot, so close I could practically taste the coffee in my trailer waiting for me, and then Kevin calls cut, and he makes us do the whole scene over again! I swear, I was about to strange that man. Ugh, I can’t wait til you come home. Only two more weeks, I can’t believe we made it.” Y/n rants, talking to Pete on the phone.

“Uh huh. Cool.” He wasn’t looking at her, instead his attention was somewhere else. Y/n frowns, tilting her head a bit.

“Pete…are, are you okay?” That seemed to catch his attention, and he finally looked at the screen.

“What? I’m fine.”

“Okay…you just seem so…different lately. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but you seem like you don’t have time for me anymore. Or if you do, you don’t like talking to me.” Pete scoffs.

“Of course I don’t have time for you right now. I’m in between shows, I’m driving to one as we speak. I mean, god forbid I get a minute to myself without my agents or you calling me.” Pete snapped.

“Wha-I’m just talking to you. If you didn’t want to, you could have said something.”

“That’s bullshit you would have thrown a fucking hissy fit or something.” He rolls his eyes.

“That’s not true. I understand when people are tired, believe me I would know.”

“Would you?”

“Yes!” She had tears stinging her eyes. “Of course I do, you’re forgetting what I do for a living. I work from 6 am to whenever we finish which most of the time is in the middle of the night. I have to re-do the same scene about ten times because RDJ won’t stop making jokes in the middle of the scene!”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot about your super-star actress life.”

“Why are you being so mean to me? I was only concerned about you.”

“Mean? What are you, five? I can’t-I can’t do this anymore.” She huffs, crossing her arms.

“What do you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Wh-”

“Because then fine. If you don’t want to be with me, I don’t have to take this shit. I’ll be with someone who, oh, I don’t know is actually here.”

“Oh that’s fucking rich, you know I can’t be there, don’t even do that.” She scoffs.

“I don’t care. You want to act like a petty bitch, I have no problem doing it right back.”

“No, I think you’re just a petty bitch.” She wipes her eye, and he laughs dryly. “Oh of course you’re crying.”

“Shut up. If you don’t want to be with me, fine. Go enjoy your show, Pete.” She hung up the phone, and turned off the ringer. She plugged it into her charger, and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on.

********

Pete rubbed his eyes, and took a drag of his cigarette. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at her, it wasn’t her fault he was cranky, and needed to take it out on someone.

“I’m a dick.” He mumbles to himself, and bangs his steering wheel.

His phone rang again, and for a good second his heart leaping out of his chest, thinking it was his girlfriend, calling him back. He checked the phone, seeing it was Colson. He answered the call.

“What’s up, man?” Pete asks.

“The shows starting soon. You almost here?” Colson questioned. Pete looked at his google maps, seeing he was supposed to be there in ten minutes.

“I’m a good ten minutes away. I’ll be there.”

“You sound weird. What the fuck did you take without me?” Colson asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Uh…Y/n and I just broke up. I think.” The line was silent for a few seconds.

“Why the fuck would you do that, you idiot? Are you kidding me?” Colson scoffs. “Man, what the fuck?”

“Shut up, man. I can’t stand talking on the phone with her. I’m busy, she’s busy, she plays a superhero for fuck’s sake. I didn’t even expect it to last this long to be honest.”

“Man, you fucking dumbass. That girl was probably the only good thing you had going for you. Get her the fuck back.I thought you loved her.”

“I did-I do. I do love her. I’m just so stressed right now, and excuse me for not wanting to hear about fucking Kevin Feige being a shitty director.”

“Hey, fuck-shit, you ever think that maybe this is more hard on her? Acting is fucking hard, you should know that, especially for a company like Marvel.

“Man, who’s side are you on?” Pete turns into the parking lot, and grabs his phone.

“You think I’m on your side here? You’re forgetting that we were friends before I met you. I can not believe you just fucked up the best thing in your life. Fix it, man. You’re going home in a week, fucking fix it.” And with that, Colson hung up, and put his phone away.

He kicked a rock across the pavement, and cursed under his breathe.

********

The worst thing about breaking up with someone you live with, who so happens to be long-distance is that their stuff fills the apartment with an existential amount of regret.

Y/n laid on her couch, flipping through the channels of the TV. She had called off work for the next few days, not feeling up to put on a performance for anyone. She knew she would get shit for it later, but she didn’t care.

Her head perked up when there was a knock on the door. She sighed, and got up, going over to the door. She really didn’t feel like company at the moment, and was sure she was going to send away whoever it was.

When she opened the door, her breathe caught in her throat. Pete stood in the doorway, looming over her. He looked like shit. She could tell he hadn’t slept, and probably didn’t eat anything, but she knew he didn’t look much better.

“Why-why didn’t you use your key?” Y/n asks, opening the door a bit for him.

“I uh, didn’t want to barge in on you. You also probably weren’t expecting me.”

“I wasn’t. I thought you didn’t get back until next week.” She says. It took every ounce of her not to jump into his arms, and kiss his face until she was sure she kissed every part of it.

“I took off early. Can we talk? Please. I was a dick. I was such a dick. I’m sorry, I know we grew apart in the last few months, and I promised we wouldn’t but we did, and I’m so sorry for that, baby.” He grabs her hand, and she slightly pulls it back, but let’s him grab it. “Please, forgive me. I love you, so much, okay? So fucking much, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked away from him. “What you said really hurt.”

“I know. And I’ll spend every day trying to make it up to you.” She quickly wrapped her arms around him, pushing her face into his chest. He didn’t hesitate to hug her back, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Fuck traveling.”

“Fuck traveling.”

#pete davidson #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson fanfiction #machine gun kelly #mgk imagine #angst

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pandasized-crevice · 2 years

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MY KINNPORSCHE EP 6 FRESH JUST WATCHED THOUGHTS

MOVE IN TEAMS LETS GOO

they got the motherfucking drones out here yall

tf is bodyguards rule

ROCK PAPER SCISSORS PLEASWE

clown music yall just......clown music the entire time kinnporsche are stomping around the forest

WHERE'S MY LOVE PETE

aw lord he's watching vegas

POL SIR WAKE UP

NOW HOW'D VEGAS KNOW HE WAS BEING WATCHED IF NOT FOR THE MOLE HUH H U H

then again it's not like pete & pol are so wonderfully hidden

bread & mosquitoe spray! yum for a stakeout!

not the condoms VEGAS LEAVE PETE ALONE

FIRE AND I BELONG TOGETHER POLITE BUT HOT KINN WHAT FUCKBOY SHIT IS THIS

MY SLOGAN NO FUCKING WAY

porsche PLEASE make fun of that man PLEASE I CANT

well not right to his face anyway......

kinn has been smiling so much he's precious

PORSCHE BRINGS HIS CHILDLIKE SIDE HE KNOWS HE CAN BE HIMSELF WITH HIM

AYYYOOOO A SMOOCH NEAR THE WATERFALL

kinn you whore don't call porsches weenie small

TF A SKELETON??!!porsche is me rn

KINN IDOL DREAM??!!!

wheres my porsche owns a beach bar & kinn is the singer there au??!!!

wait can't mile actually fr sing??so this should be good right???

porsche dont laugh PORSCHE DONT LAUGH

oh serious yall.....

OH HHHHH

poor kinn fr he had to take on all the responsibility that tankhun had originally and he wasn't ready/built up for that

OH NO PORSCHE MY LOVE

the little face porsche makes i love him

KINN YOU HE HE REALLY SAID THAT

r we gonna talk about it???????......IG NOT BUT WE SHOULD GUYS

AHHH THE SCENE YALL AHAHHAHA

KINNS SMILE HIM NUZZLING PORSCHE S T OP

NOT FREE FALL PIANO

oh shit ITS EVERYONE

KINN JESUS WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING

UMM WHAT THE HELL WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT FOOLS

yay they're holding hands:D

KINN JUST WANTS FREEDOM DAMN IT

AH PORSCHE CALLING KINN CUTE

oh SERIOUS agin

HUH WE TALKING ABOUT IT

Ii hate porsche, giving a thumbs up, hes JUST LIKE ME WHEN SERIOUS SHIT HAPPENS

no doubts huh.........sounds fake besties

i hate them

WAIT PORSCHE LOT ON PURPOSE

YALL WAIT PLEASE IT DONT GOTTA BE LIKE THIS

KINN YOU BASTARD YOU KNEW HOW TO GET FREE??!!

HIT HIM AGAIN PORSCHE

OH WHAT OMG KINN

HAHGABAHBGH crying screaming throwing up SHAKING IN MY BOOTS

SHIT ITS NOT OUR PEOPLE

PORSCHE KING YALL SAW THAT KNIFE THROW

NOOOO KINN

shit did porsche get shot to??why isn't he moving more

STOP NO THIS CANT BE

CHAN YESSSSSS ARM YESSS

okay okay so peteporsche undercover at a casnio next ep.....AND PORSCHE ARM & PETE WORKING FOR/WITH VEGAS NEXT EP???!! from the preview it seems like vegas is telling korn about a plan(maybe having porsche work for him??)& he agrees??? if i don't see a bed ridden kinn throwing a fit then whats the point

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #thai bl series #thai series #kinnporsche ep6 #christ idk whats going to happen next yall #kinnporsche throws me against walls like the hulk #and i just take it #cellulars fjwkpt

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cocosstories · 3 years

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Pete Davidson One Shot

could you do a one short with pete,, where reader is going through a really bad depression episode and he’s just staying with her and comforting her through it? if that makes you uncomfy then ofc you don’t need to write it!! <3333

hey! i’m really overwhelmed with a bunch of stuff in my life and i was wondering if you could do a blurb on pete comforting you during a panic attack?💙

Your week had been horrible.

Between work, family drama and your undeniable urge to just want to say fuck it all and stay in bed until the end of time, you were on your way to a massive mental breakdown.

Depression was nothing new to you and even though you had been in a pretty good place for the last year, you could feel it creeping back up to the surface, ready to pull you back under.

It was finally the weekend and you crawled in bed, ready to stay there until you were forced to get up and be an adult once again.

Sleep took over within minutes and didn't let up until late Sunday afternoon.

You look at your phone, hissing at the bright light as you see the dozens of messages from both work and your family.

You groan as you learn what has been happening in the outside world, realizing that many fires had been lit without you there to put them out.

You call your voicemail, listening to frantic messages left by coworkers who apparently couldn't find their way out of a wet paper bag and your boss who was once again blaming you for everything.

The panic begins to rise in you as threats of losing your job hit and you let out a scream.

"Babe?!"

Your boyfriend Pete had just let himself into your apartment when you screamed and ran into your bedroom.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you ok?"

He asks frantically, flipping on the light to check to make sure that you weren't hurt in some way.

"I can't....my boss...make it..."

You gasp out, doing your best to try and breathe in between the tears falling from your eyes and hyperventilating.

Pete realizes immediately what is going on and pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back.

"Let it out babe. It's ok. Fuck your boss. That guy is a dick and treats you like shit. You don't need that."

You feel small in his lap, especially when you curl up.

"I knew there was something wrong when I talked to you the other day. Why didn't you tell me how bad it had gotten?"

He asks as you slowly begin to calm down.

"I thought I could sleep through it and I would be alright."

You finally say, quietly.

"You know that's not how this shit works babe. You need to get some time off and work through whatever is truly bothering you. You are on edge and you and I both know what a rabbit hole that is."

Having been together for over three years, Pete had seen you at rock bottom and knew how hard you had worked to pull yourself back out of it.

"He will never give me time off. You know that."

You sniffle.

"So quit. They don't deserve you anyways and you know Lorne would kill to hire you at SNL."

Pete looks down and smiles at you.

It was true, Lorne had made it known on many occasions that he admired your work and had a place for you on his writing team if you ever needed a job.

"Do I have to decide right now? I'm so tired."

Pete moves some hair out of your face as you begin to fall asleep, your head against his chest.

"No babe. Take your time. I'll be here when you're ready."

He replies, kissing the top of your head before laying you back against your pillows and laying down next to you, not planning on moving until you said you were ready.

#Pete Davidson one shot #Pete Davidson x reader #Pete Davidson #Cocos stories

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡

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sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) a part two of OnlyFans where Steve takes them up on their offer would be 🥵🤤

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut 18+minors dni, threesome! (my first time writing one im scared), also it’s uh… it’s a lot. it’s probably the filthiest thing i’ve written; so out of my comfort zone so go easy

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: i got a lot of people in my inbox asking about a part two but holy shite balls ive never written something like this omggg i can’t believe it aviajbgvi8gahahaha, anyways plz don’t let this flop i worked really hard to write this and imma cry if it does

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Steve sat on the bed nervously. He had no idea what came over him agreeing to this.

“Are you ok?” you asked him softly as Peter set the camera up.

“Yeah, just out of my element; very out of my element.”

“You can always say no; at any time. Even after we film and take pictures, you decide that you don’t want this out there we’ll delete it right away. I promise,” you reassured.

“Thank you, but I want this. I don’t trust anyone more than you two to do this with.”

Peter looked up from the camera and smiled at you both; he wasn’t gonna lie, he was really excited when Steve came up to them saying he wanted to be a part of this. He was expecting you and Steve to do something together but when he asked Peter to also be a part of it he was very ecstatic and aroused about it.

“Ok,” you cupped his face.

“Well the camera’s ready if you want to start slow, maybe some pictures first?” Peter suggested.

“Sure, you’re the experts,” Steve shrugged.

“Ok, Pete, what should we do first?” you turned to your boyfriend.

“Well, maybe we can shoot some of just you guys, and then just me and you, and after all three of us,” he said standing behind the camera.

“Sounds like a plan,” you went up quickly to Peter and kissed before turning back to Steve holding a mischievous gleam in your eyes and made him feel wanton.

You slowly walked closer to Steve, your hands reaching for the tie that held your silk robe together and unveiled the most sexiest lingerie set that Steve’s ever laid his eyes on. His eyes could help themselves staring directly at your nearly exposed chest. You noted his inner battle to not reach out and touch without permission and Peter chuckled from behind.

“You can touch her, Steve. She doesn’t mind, do you princess?”

“Not at all,” you whispered sensually.

Steve reached out and pulled you close to his body. He sported simply a pair of black boxers and a black leather choker with a silver ring in the center. You curled your finger over the silver ring and pulled him closer to your face. Peter saw this as a great shot and the shutter of the camera alerted Steve pulling him out that momentary spell you have on him.

“It’s ok,” you whispered against his lips.

Steve swallowed audibly shoving his nerves down before bringing his large hands up your thighs. You smiled beautifully and teased him barely brushing your lips against Steve’s. As Peter continued snapping pictures, he was embarrassed to admit that he was growing hard at the sight of you teasing Steve; biting his lip having to remind himself to keep snapping pictures.

Steve was slowly getting the hang of things and trailed his hand up your front to wrap harshly around your throat. You giggled at the feeling making direct contact with the lens putting on, which wasn't hard at all, your sexist face before all three of you bursted into giggles.

“Too much?” Steve chuckled.

“No, it was perfect,” you giggled.

You took some more pictures; you sat between Steve’s legs looking innocently into the camera and you could see the visible tremble in Peter’s legs. Another was you sitting with your back against Steve’s chest, his lips pressing faintly to your skin and his hands wrapping around your body closely both looking into the camera seductively.

“These are fucking hot, guys. People are gonna lose their shit,” Peter told you guys.

“How ‘bout one more,” you winked at Peter.

You crawled over Steve straddling his waist and pressing your hands against his pecs. He leaned back on his elbow, his expression taken back yet aroused and excited. Peter watched carefully, his finger resting on the button to snap the perfect shot. You rubbed your nose along Steve’s and you could feel his breath quicken.

You pressed your lips against his and lightly grinded down on his crotch feeling his large member poking your center. Steve fluttered his eyes closed as his lips moved against yours softly moaning. You pulled away to find his cheeks reddened and his eyes blown out with lust. You crawled off but Steve pulled you back in already addicted to your taste.

“Alright hands off, it’s my turn,” Peter walked up, making you giggle.

Peter practically pounced on you once Steve stumbled his way to the camera; waddling from his raging erection.

“You look so fucking sexy; I haven’t gotten to tell you,” Peter whispered in your ear.

“Thank you; you still ok with this?” you asked him.

“Of course I am,” he grinned.

“I figured, considering you’re hard as a rock under these,” you pressed his erection firmly with your hand making his groan lowly and shifting his hips.

He kissed you ravishly and Steve snapped the shots quickly. He shifted from side to side attempting to take his mind off of his painfully boner but the sight you and Peter practically devouring each other’s mouths was incredibly arousing.

Peter’s hand cupped your breasts squeezing the flesh softly pulling soft barely audible moans from you. Peter laid you down on the bed and kissed down your body softly looking sensually at the camera. You arched your back and pointed your toes for effect but that didn’t take away from how Peter’s lips felt so good against your burning skin.

“Hey Stevie,” Peter practically purred.

“Why don’t you start recording and come help me please our little princess,” Peter’s words made your skin break into chills.

Steve practically skipped to the bed after pressing record and you made little grabby hands to pull him into a kiss. He came over your head and pressed his lips against yours placing his hand on your breast while Peter’s resting on your other one. Your lips tasted so sweet and they felt so velvety Steve could spend eternity against your lips and not complain.

“Fucking hell, so pretty,” Steve whispered.

Peter’s one goddamn lucky kid, he thought.

He lifted you by your shoulders and sat behind you as Peter continued to kiss down your legs pulling your panties down your legs. Steve rubbed your arms softly before circling your waist and nuzzling his face in your neck.

As Steve pressed kisses to your neck Peter pressed kisses to your inner thighs and you could do was breathe heavily and indulge in the attention. Peter slowly licked from the bottom of your entrance grazing your clit with his tongue and you tossed your head back on Steve fluttering your eyes closed. Steve’s hand moved up to wrap firmly around your throat and nibbled on your ear.

“Look at him baby girl. I want you to look at him as he makes you fall apart,” Steve said, his voice laced with lust and domination making you whimper pathetically.

“You sound so fucking pretty for daddy, don’t you,” Steve spoke smoothly; you hadn’t thought of him much of a talker, let alone any other kinks and honestly it make your knees weak.

Peter on the other hand, was having way too much fun. He brought his fingers and circled them teasing you just a bit. You always made the prettiest whines when he did and he knew your viewers loved it too.

Painstakingly slow, he pumped his fingers in and out of you and sucked harshly on your clit making you squirm and wiggle under him. It took him a while but he realized your moans and cries sounded muffled and when he flashed his eyes open he saw Steve’s thick fingers in your mouth as you sucked on them lewdly.

Your eyes were still trained on Peter and he moaned against your core; the vibrations stimulating you more, tightening your muscles and tears brimming your eyes. Your toes curled and your legs squeezed Peter’s head but he didn’t stop his assault on your core. Your legs started shaking and you could hear Steve’s dark chuckled low in your ear. He took his fingers out from your mouth and you practically screamed from the overstimulation. You pushed Peter off you, tears falling down your cheeks. There was a prominent wet spot left on the silk red sheets and Peter’s chin and mouth were covered in your arousal.

“Come here, handsome,” Steve reached for the back of Peter’s neck and kissed him sloppily, tasting you on his lips; both moaning in arousal. You could feel Steve’s sizable erection poking your back firmly as you stared up to the boys who kissed beautifully. You felt yourself calm down a bit and Peter and Steve pulled away before Peter attached his lips to yours.

“Holy shit,” you said, making the boys chuckle breathlessly.

“You did good, baby. But I think you can do more yeah? You gonna be a good girl for daddy?”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Yes, what?” Peter said, pulling your bottom lip from your teeth with his thumb.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

You leaned forward again pressing a brief and chaste kiss to your boyfriend. You rubbed your hands all over his chest and whined like a brat before you felt Steve’s hand strike your cheek suddenly. You and Peter never dove into the spanking territory so it caught both of you by surprise; a good surprise though.

“Hey Petey, you gonna let daddy fuck your little girlfriend? I’m dying to feel how good this pussy feels.”

“She’s perfect,” Peter said looking lovingly into your eyes. You smiled shyly at him and felt yourself grow bashful at the compliment. You peered behind you quickly shooting Steve a wink before you wiggled your ass. Steve chuckled, smacking your ass playfully making you gasp before giggling.

He pushed his boxers down and gripped his aching cock desperate for attention. You felt his tip brushing against your hole and you whimpered clenching around nothing. You scratched your nails over Peter’s abs, digging harshly when Steve pushed himself past your folds.

Although Peter was already big and you loved it so very much, Steve did feel substantially bigger; almost too much. You hissed, breathing sharply through gritted teeth and Steve rubbed his hands gently over your back. Peter also soothed you pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and whispering praises.

“You’re taking him so well baby.”

“Such a pretty girl, aren’t cha.”

“You look so fucking sexy, princess.”

“Fuck,” you cried.

You practically clawed at Peter’s boxers pulling his dick out. You wrapped your hand around it and pumped up and down his shaft pulling quiet grunts and sighs of pleasure. You leaned down finally wrapping your lips around the tip of Peter’s aching cock making toss his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re sucking my cock so good baby,” Peter rubbed your head softly.

You moaned softly around him resting your hands on his thighs. Steve continued his languid thrusts in you pulling soft moans from you that stimulated Peter even more bringing him closer to his release. Steve’s pace sped up little by little until his thrusts became sloppy and wild practically jostling you around like a rag doll.

“Holy shit, Pete. Your girl feels amazing.”

“She really does; my little angel,” your stomach fluttered at the compliments.

“She’s so warm, and wet. God, such a perfect little pussy,” Steve smacked your ass making you shudder under his touch and moaned around Peter’s dick.

Peter’s legs began to shake and not long after you felt the hot ribbons of cum spurting down your throat. You released his dick with a pop before pressing lights kisses to Peter’s tip and down his shaft to his hips. You look seductively at Peter who carried a blissed expression but your own expression didn’t last long.

Steve grabbed your hair harshly pulling you up flush against his front. Peter chased you, standing to his knees in front you pressing kisses and nipping at the skin along your collarbones. He snaked his hand down and swiftly circled your clit making you scream.

“Fuck!”

Sweat lined your forehead lightly and you breathed unbelievably heavily; whimpering pathetically in both their arms. Steve groaned lowly in your ear, chasing his orgasm as yours approached quickly too. He whispered obscene things in your that only you and Peter could hear, almost like he wanted that to be your little dirty secret.

Eventually, your body spasmed between two bodies and you damned near screamed in pleasure. Stars clouded your vision and your eyes rolled back from euphoria. Your back arched pressed your hardened nipples against Peter's chest.

“Come on, princess; one more,” Steve grumbled. He quickly tore his boxers off his body as did Peter hardly giving you time to recover from your shattering high.

“I can’t,” you whimpered.

“Yes, you can, pretty girl. I know you can. You’ve been doing such a good job for me and Stevie,” Peter soothed.

Your knees rested on either side of Steve thighs; your back against his chest as you faced Peter. Steve pumped his cock quickly circled it around your tight hole making you shiver with anticipation. Peter wedged his legs between yours and Steve somehow before lining his own dick with your folds.

You felt Steve’s hands resting on your hips and Peter’s on your waist right above Steve’s. They peppered skins and whispered praises to you waiting for you to give them some kind of signal that you were ready.

This was completely new territory to you and you didn’t really prepare much prior to now. You steady your breathing and relaxed against the bodies that pressed softly against you. You briefly nodded your head and Peter pushed himself into you knowing you could at least handle him like you have hundreds of times before.

This was of course very familiar to you. You and Peter had sex many, many times and you love the familiar feeling. His cock stretching you out just right, the pressure already building with how big he was. But when it was Steve’s turn, your body instinctively tensed.

“Relax, princess. I gotcha, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Steve nibbled on your ear.

“I know,” you bit your lip.

Peter pressed his forehead against yours and whispered softly so only you and Steve could hear his voice.

“You can always tap out and we’ll edit the video, ok? Your comfort and pleasure is most important to us.”

“Yes, I’d hate myself if I were to hurt you,” Steve whispered too.

“Ok, I’m ok.”

Steve undid your bra that you still wore and Peter tossed to the side. Steve kissed between your shoulder blades cupping your breasts from behind; he played with your nipples, pinching and twisting your perked buds. He gathered the slick that oozed from you and his own precum circling your puckered hole. He slowly pushed in making you gasp and hiss sharply. Peter kissed you softly and as Steve slowly bottomed out.

The two boys stayed still as you adjusted to the extremely new feeling. Your stomach fluttered from nerves but also arousal. You eventually couldn't take the stillness and whimpered, begging for someone to move.

Steve and Peter moved in rhythm with one another and you moaned loudly feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Your bit your lip harshly; probably enough to draw blood. You were beginning to feel tired at this point but the pleasure building in your stomach felt like none other.

“Feel so fucking good, princess. So tight,” Steve mumbled.

“Feels so good, daddy,” you moaned.

“Yeah? You like daddy’s cock fucking that tight hole?” Peter mocked.

“Yes! Ugh!” you cried out.

“How she feel, Steve?” Peter asked.

“Fucking perfect,” he breathed out. Steve leaned over your shoulder to press his lips briefly to Peter and you watched closely with pure adoration for the boys. That quickly subsided when Steve and Peter shifted your hips slightly hitting new angles making you moan loudly again.

You moved like a ragdoll becoming exhausted, whimpering and whining. Steve groaned loudly biting your shoulder and Peter crashed his lips against yours. Everything became sloppy and messy. The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room. The pleasure was too distracting; all three of you forgot about the camera.

“Fucking shit, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” you squeaked.

“Let go, baby girl. Cum all over Pete’s cock,” Steve practically growled in your ear.

Tears brimmed your eyes and you suddenly became hyper aware of everything at once. The feeling of fours hands rubbing everywhere all over your body just right. Both cocks stretch you perfectly drastically and you feel like you were being split in half. The delicious feeling of both their lips trailing your hot skin. It was all enough to push you, no throw you off the edge.

Your orgasm ripped through you and you shook between their bodies. The boys grunted and with closed eyes rutted their hips in you one last time simultaneously, coating your walls in their hot white cum.

You looked lazily into the camera before smiling tiredly and relaxing completely in the boys’ arms. They breathed against your skin heavily, desperately catching their breaths. You brushed your fingers through Peter’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Your other hand traced small shapes into Steve’s hips behind you, bringing goosebumps to his skin.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, Peter removed himself slowly from you and turned the camera off swiftly.

“I think that was a great shot,” he said, tiredly making you and Steve chuckle.

“Take care of our princess; I’m gonna get some things to clean up. And you, just rest. You did so amazing,” Peter kissed you before disappearing into the bathroom.

Steve’s hands ran over your skin softly before carefully lifting your tired body off of him. He moved extremely slowly, extra careful pulling himself out to not hurt you although you hissed from the soreness that was already apparent in your body.

He flipped you delicately so you rested on your back and he pressed soft kisses all over you making you giggle and squirm a bit under him. Peter came out and picked you up bridal style to carry to you to the bathroom where he ran a bath for you; something he always did after a recording. Steve was preparing to leave with a waddle in his step when Peter stopped him.

“Don’t leave before she gets out. Here, help me with the bed and putting things away.”

They quickly put their boxers on and Peter put the camera away, setting it on the desk for later. He ran to the closet as Steve removed the sheets placing them in the laundry basket by the closet. He helped Peter change the sheets to a light color that was a complete contrast to what was there before. It was definitely more fitting for you and Peter though.

You bathed yourself basking in the afterglow of the most amazing sex you’ve ever experienced. If you were being honest with yourself, you really hoped that Peter and Steve would be up to the idea of doing this again, even without a camera or for anyone. You’ve always thought of Steve as a very attractive and amazing person; someone that you and Peter often gushed over together.

You couldn’t bother to think about it anymore as the tiredness was becoming too much; unable to think much about anything but a comfy warm bed. You struggled to get yourself out from the tub wary that Peter would scold for doing so but whatever. You wrapped yourself in a warm robe that Peter left for you and walked slowly to the doorway watching Peter and Steve practically giggling like teenagers as they changed the sheets.

“I thought I told you you were supposed to wait for me to help you. What if you got hurt getting out? You could’ve slipped.”

“I’m sorry,” you pouted, walking over to Peter who just couldn’t be mad at you.

“You ready to sleep baby?” he asked you, and you nodded.

You undid your robe opting to stay nude tonight. You noticed Steve wasn’t joining you in bed and seemed like he felt out of place.

“You want to stay here tonight?”

“I don’t want disturb-”

“You’re not,” you interrupted, making grabby hands at him. He smiled softly before climbing in bed with you and you snuggled between both of your boys.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you pressed your lips to his before finally shutting your tired eyes.

Steve and Peter held you closely between them tracing patterns onto your silky skin. Steve kept his eyes trained to the ceiling and he could tell that Peter wasn’t asleep yet.

“So, when’s the video gonna come out?” he asked quietly.

“Well, usually we take the night to recover but after just now we might need a couple days,” Peter chuckled as did Steve.

“But then, we’ll edit the pictures all week and the video or videos. And after a couple weeks of promotion and letting people know about the upcoming release, we publish and let the money rack up. If you want we can give you fifty of the profit we make from this. It really means a lot that you did this for us,” Peter turned to look at Steve.

“It’s nothing. Was something I wanted to try being in this new century and all; you guys gave me the perfect opportunity and wouldn’t have trusted anyone else,” Steve said sincerely.

“You know, we wouldn’t say no if you wanted to keep doing this. Without the camera, you know?” Peter said shyly.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your guys’ relationship. Besides, I’m an old man. You guys don’t want that,” Steve chuckled.

“Nothing about what we just did says old man; you’re far from that. And like you said it's the new century, but if it’s not something you want we respect that.”

“And if it is?”

“Well, then we can talk tomorrow morning; I’m more than sure this one isn’t gonna mind not one bit. She never stops talking about you, granted neither do I but-”

“You two talk about me?” Steve smirked.

“Uh- maybe once or twice,” Peter stuttered, suddenly feeling shy.

“What do you two talk about?” Steve teased.

“Fuck off, man,” Peter defended making him chuckle.

“Goodnight, Peter,” Steve said, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with Peter’s.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

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