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ohbloggerimagines · 1 year ago

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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 ago

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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 · 9 months ago

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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 · 8 months ago

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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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mischiefashale · 1 year ago

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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 · 2 years ago

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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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jessjad · 4 months ago

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The fortunate convenience of a complete story. 🤭 I just had to keep reading. The second cliffhanger was really no fun. ☝🏻😂 But I still wanted to give you my thoughts since I started doing it anyway. 🙃

I love how you wrote the dynamic between Colter and Russell. They're still a little distant with eachother but you lifted the heavy cross that was hanging over their heads. The brotherly teasing was fun to read and that they started to make a good team again was a good sign too.

Somehow I thought Dr. Feinman had a bigger arc here. He was suspicious right from the start. On the other hand I did not see it coming that the ass grabing douchebag Pete and his friends were involved. Lucky for us they got what they deserved. 🙈

Then our protective Mountain Man 🤭 (not me over here who had the video clip of "City Grown Willow" in my head right away. Nice touch. 😁) Even after they had not seen eachother for some time the urgency in his actions to help and safe her are so loveable. You just feel that he still really cares about her. That she's not ONS material to him, like he surely had in other towns. This goes deeper.

Charlie... I was angry at him and felt sorry for him at the same time. It's definitly not an easy thing to come back into the "normal" world after you've been through so much shit. I've seen some documentaries about it... so I understand his struggle. But he could've handled it waaaay better than this. But as you wrote it out: Sometimes someone needs to hit rock bottom to realize the wrong turn he took.

“We don’t have time,” he said. “From here on out, every second counts.”

Fun fact: I always have to remind myself that this is what ESC means and not "Eurovision Song Contest". 🤣🤣🤣

And the whole scene in the woods was so nervewrecking. And dangerous. But I'm so glad that they all made it out of there safe and sound.

“Wow,” you whispered. Your historian heart was singing right now.

How fast she could forget her injurys and the perilial situation she was in just moments ago. That's so adorable. 🤭

“No, I mean get better,” he said.

I really hope Charlie will get better. 🥺

Charlie huffed. He should’ve known.

Okay, mountain man.

Yeah... I would take that Mountain Man anytime too. 😏😏😂

“You don’t have to stay on the couch,” you replied.

😏😏😏 Okay. Now onward to the happy ending! 🥰

Can't wait to read how you wrap this up! 💜

Every Second Counts - Part 4

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: One date with your best friend’s brother leaves you wanting more, even though his questionable job and vagabond lifestyle make you want to guard your heart. When your brother falls into trouble, however, Russell is the one you trust to help you find him.

AN: No cliffhangers this time, I promise. 😘

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: Perilous situations, blood and violence, some more protective Russell, angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff.~

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Part 4: “Mountain Man”

You were running for your life.

Blood dripped down into your line of vision, but you swept it away from your face with a haphazard hand, along with your tears as you nearly stumbled on the path.

A gunshot rang in your ears and hit a tree instead of your head.

Shit! You screamed and ducked, but you kept running…

After you tumbled down the hill, it was a small mercy that you didn’t break any bones when you eventually landed at the bottom. You’d stared up at the sky, winded, your back aching. Until you noticed Rick, one of Eddie’s men. He was sliding down the hill after you.

You didn’t know what happened to your brother after he attempted to push you out of harm’s way. That thought alone gripped your heart like a vice, but you knew you couldn’t stay here on the ground either.

You forced your body to move, whimpering at the pain and stiffness. Shakily you pushed onto your feet and slipped on dead leaves as you went. You moved your legs faster, until you were able to take off running deeper into the forest.

You gasped when your foot caught on a large rock. It sent you crashing into the ground. With your hands still bound, it made pushing yourself back up that much more difficult.

You spat out a couple of leaves. Fuck…

When Rick caught up to you, fear made you jolt into action. You wrapped your gathered hands around the rock that felled you and tossed it at him with all the strength you had. He blocked the projectile with the same hand that held his gun, like an idiot. You really couldn’t be blamed when the gun went off in his face.

He screamed, and so did you on reflex. Though his cheek and brow had been grazed by the bullet, he was lucky he still had both eyes. He blinked a bit of blood out of his left one. You scrambled back onto your feet and meant to keep running, but Rick still managed to surge forward and get a hold of your hair.

Uttering a short scream, you grabbed his shirt and kneed him as hard as you could between the legs. You hoped you crushed his dick and balls.

“Oh, f—” He went down to the ground, sinking onto his knees as he dropped his gun. He glared up at you. “You little bitch!”

You were panting for breath, but you didn’t wait for him to recover and grab his weapon again.

You ran.

You ran, even though you had no idea where you were going. You just knew that you couldn’t stay in one place. But if you couldn’t find your way around a college campus, how the hell were you supposed to navigate the damn Medicine Bow National Forest?

Along with your desperation and fear, tears kept filling your eyes whenever you thought of Charlie.

Please, please, please…

“Goddamn, they could be anywhere,” Russell groused, as he and Colter hiked through the forest. He was, admittedly, breathing a bit harder from the trek uphill. “It’s been hours already.”

“It’s barely been an hour,” Colter reminded him. And he didn’t look winded in the least.

Bastard. Russell glanced at him, but then he focused on the horizon. The sun was finally starting to come up, which was good for them. They could see the trails more clearly.

“Remember when Dad used to make us free-climb the cliffs in Sierra?” Russell asked.

“Yeah,” Colter said. “You used to beat me every time. Wonder what happened to that guy.”

His tone was teasing. Russell shot him a look, half annoyed, and half amused.

“Yeah, well, he turned 40,” Russell replied.

Colter smiled, but both of them paused when they heard a gunshot ring out, followed by two more.

“That was close,” he said.

“Yeah,” Russell agreed, drawing his own gun. Colter did the same, and they hurried up a roaming hill that had Russell briefly peering over the side. In his mind’s eye, he had to shutter away the memory of seeing a body flung over the side in the dark and the rain. Then him looking over the edge of that cliff and recognizing his father’s twisted body.

And Colter, shouting up at him with angry, tearful, accusing eyes.

A male groan broke Russell out of his thoughts as he and his brother came up on a grim scene. Two men laid dead, and another young man with dark hair was lying prone on the ground, clutching his wounded leg. He’d been shot, though a gun also was held tightly in his own hand. He aimed it at the newcomers.

“Charlie?” Colter asked. He recognized the other man from your family photos.

Charlie blinked up at him in surprise, but not without a grim set to his jaw.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked.

Russell let out a subtle breath. Colter was relieved as well.

“I’m Colter. This is my brother, Russell,” he said. “Your sister asked for our help to find you.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. All of them slowly lowered their weapons. Russell gestured at the bodies lying yards away from him.

“I’m guessing one of those guys is Eddie Mendez?” he said.

Charlie nodded, gesturing at the man closest to him with his gun. He groaned at the agony in his right thigh. Colter quickly went to his side and began to wrap a tourniquet around his leg to stem the bleeding.

“Did the bullet go through?” Colter asked.

“I think so,” Charlie replied.

“Where’s your sister?” Russell asked, his impatience evident in his stance and the way he held his gun while scanning his surroundings. His frown deepened when he didn’t see you.

“Oh, fuck!” Charlie said, and not at the pain of Colter wrapping his leg. His eyes were wide with panic. “Rick’s after her. I clipped him, but he slipped by me.”

“Where?” Russell asked. Charlie pointed down the side of the hill.

“Down there. Headed north I think, but I’m not sure,” he said quickly. “Help her, please!”

Russell didn’t need any encouragement. He started down the hill first.

After making sure Charlie was stable for now, Colter followed after his brother a few minutes later.

Russell called your name as he searched through the dense trees. Sunlight was beginning to filter through their leaves in dappled color on the trail. It gave him a better view ahead.

He stopped short when he saw a splatter of blood on the ground, painting the dirt and some dead leaves. A well of unease rose in his gut.

He headed toward the sound of running water, and he soon found another cliff. Just beyond it was a waterfall, and river below. Seeing no signs of life, he pulled back and continued to call your name, and all the while, pushing down his worry.

“Russell?!”

He turned sharply to see you coming out of your hiding place—a large fallen tree. A smile started to raise his lips, but no sooner had he taken one step in your direction, when he almost got a bullet in his head for his trouble.

“Watch out!” you yelled. Rick came out into the clearing and aimed at you next.

“Get down!” Russell shouted.

Without blinking, he shot Rick three times: once in the shoulder, twice in the chest.

The man went down. He was dead before he even met the ground.

It was then that Colter finally caught up. Russell nodded at him, but his focus was on heading for the fallen tree after he stowed his gun.

The moment he took a step over it, you popped up with a yell, ready to smack him with a tree branch. He leaned back raised up his hands in defense.

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay! It’s just me, slugger,” he said with a grin.

You let out a sharp sigh of relief. The branch fell from your loose fingers. As you caught your breath, your mouth trembled, and your eyes filled with tears at the sight of him.

Russell softened. He reached for you.

“Come ‘ere,” he said. Your hands slipped into his, and he helped you over the trunk of the tree. After using his handy pocketknife to cut through the zip ties binding your wrists together, you landed right into his waiting embrace. There, you spilled hot tears into his bulletproof vest.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve gotcha,” he said. His voice was low and soothing. “You’re okay.”

You raised your head with a desperate question in your eyes.

“Charlie?” you asked.

“Charlie’s okay too,” Russell assured. His hand soothed over your tangled hair and down your back. He could feel you trembling as you rested against him and sobbed. He held you tight, safe, as he rocked you a little from side to side. His own relief was a weight off his chest.

Colter stood by and watched with a secret smile.

With his bare hands clawing into damp soil, Colter dug up the crate Charlie buried near the base of the waterfall. True to his word, it was filled with precious artifacts.

“Just, please be careful,” you warned him again over his shoulder. “These are quite literally hundreds of years old.”

Before Colter could assure you, again, that he’d be careful, you actually set a hand on his shoulder and implored him to move back.

“Matter of fact, sorry, let me do this part,” you said. “I’m the only one who’s really trained to handle these. Plus, your hands are dirty.”

Colter raised a brow, but he obliged you. He glanced over at his brother. Russell just watched in amusement while you opened the crate.

You wished you had gloves on for this, but you supposed it couldn’t be helped. You stopped just shy of touching them—a bow and arrow, three spears, and a couple of knives. Each were crafted with wood and bone, with designs carved and accented in faded red and blue.

“Wow,” you whispered. Your historian heart was singing right now.

You made sure each artifact was intact and hadn’t sustained water damage, then you covered them back up with the lid to the crate.

“Okay, now you can take it, thank you. This thing is heavy,” you said, with a pat on Colter’s shoulder.

His lips played at a smile, but he accepted the responsibility of carrying the crate.

Russell rested a hand on the small of your back to subtly help you back up the hill. You couldn’t help walking closer with him, your arm brushing against his side. You glanced up at him with a smile. He matched you, then looked up ahead.

Charlie was waiting for you all while leaning against a tree. He still looked like utter hell—cut up, bruised, bloody, and now shot in the leg. You went to his side and gently grabbed his arm.

“God, Charlie. You sure you’re okay?” you asked. He curled an arm around your shoulders and flashed you a familiar grin.

“Oh, yeah. I’m like a cockroach. Just keep coming back,” he said.

You had to agree with that, laughing through the spark of your tears. Russell came on his other side and shouldered most of your brother's weight off his bad leg.

“Okay, here we go. One step at a time,” Russell said.

Slowly, painfully, Charlie managed to make it back to Colter’s truck with you and Russell supporting him. Colter brought up the rear with the artifacts in tow.

And behind you all, the sun broke more fully across the dewy trees in a morning swathed with orange and gold.

After Colter drove you and Charlie to the hospital, he and Russell took off again soon after to do something with the three bodies hidden under a tarp in the bed of the pickup truck. The thought made you shudder, along with the fact that the Shaw brothers knew how to hide bodies.

But you supposed it was better than the alternative.

As it was, you, Colter, and Charlie had to lie to the hospital staff about how you both had earned your injuries—in a brutal mugging, where Colter was able to scare off the men that got the jump on you and Charlie.

"I never saw their faces," as he'd later told the police, while the nurses prepped him for surgery. "I just tried to protect my sister the best I could."

You backed him up on the story, even as the lie felt bitter on your tongue and made you nervous (especially when you thought of poor Dr. Feinman).

Despite that little break-in at the museum yesterday, you'd never been good at being a rule breaker. Fortunately, Colter's calmness when he gave his corroborating statement helped you. Like Russell, he was a solid, anchoring presence...if in a different way.

For the crate of relics, Colter advised Charlie to ship them back to the museum anonymously. It would be the easiest way to encourage the police to lose steam on looking for who took them in the first place. You and your brother begrudgingly agreed, even if you had a secret thought of sending the artifacts to the NMAI. Maybe you could convince Charlie to send them there instead, or to one of the local Native American tribes here in Wyoming.

Hours later, however, you were able to finally be with your brother when he came out of surgery. In that time, your own bruises and the cut above your brow had been tended to in the Emergency Department. Now, you sat by his bedside while he slept off the anesthesia. You stroked his scuffed hand on the bed.

He really was a mess, you thought, as a tear rolled down your cheek. But he was alive. That was what mattered now.

A quiet knock at the door had you looking up, and then smiling to see Russell.

“Hey,” you said quietly, and in surprise. “Everything…went well?”

Russell’s lips quirked. “Yeah, we’re all set.”

No one would be finding those bodies anytime soon. He had a buddy in Denver, Colorado who happened to be a cremator. It was only a couple hours over from Laramie. He and Colter had just gotten back from driving the bodies there.

Before Colter drove over to Dory's apartment next, both to check on her and to fill her in on everything, he'd dropped Russell off at your house so he could get his car. He hadn’t felt right about leaving you in the hospital by yourself, even if you did have your brother.

Not without saying goodbye, at least.

“You know, I need to ask his doctor a question about his post-op care,” you said, gesturing at Charlie. “Can you stay with him for a minute while I go find a nurse?”

“Sure,” Russell agreed. You smiled gratefully and touched his arm as you passed him.

When you were gone, it left a heavy silence in your wake. Russell looked over at Charlie’s sleeping form. Russell sighed and sunk down into the chair beside the bed. He rubbed his tired face with both hands.

Shit. Now that he thought about it, he could’ve just told Colter to bring Dory here. He pulled out his phone to call his sister, when a low groan caught his attention.

Aw geez. What kinda timing, Russell thought, as he realized Charlie was waking up. His eyes slowly slid open, brows furrowing at the bright lights above him, then at the man beside him.

“Hey, man,” Russell said. “You’re okay. You’re in the hospital.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Charlie said, with another groan as he tried to stretch his body. He found he couldn’t yet move his leg. As awareness blinked back into his eyes, he settled on Russell with resignation.

“Thank you,” he said. “What you did for me, for her…I sure as hell didn’t deserve it, but thank you for saving her.”

Russell shook his head. “No need. Just get better.”

“Yeah. The doc says in a few months, I’ll be able to learn how to walk again,” Charlie said.

Russell gave him a firmer look.

“No, I mean get better,” he said. “You know you nearly got your sister killed.”

Charlie’s gaze fell. His face tightened, but really, he couldn’t even be upset at the accusation. He knew it was true, and his guilt already threatened to consume him. He also knew he should be in jail for what he’d done, and what he’d facilitated for months. After what nearly happened in the past twenty-four hours, he wasn’t sure how you could ever forgive him.

“Look, I served too. I know what you’re going through, being back here,” Russell said. “It feels wrong and right, don’t it?”

After a beat, Charlie nodded. “What branch?”

“Special Ops. I hear you were a pilot, Captain.”

“Yeah, I was,” Charlie said, his eyes lowering. “Now…now I don’t know what I am.”

“You’re her brother,” Russell said. Both his tone and his gaze all but demanded that the other man look him in the eyes. “Not her father or her son, her brother. I know you’ve been struggling. But I think you already know what you need to do, and figure out who you’re gonna be today, tomorrow, and the next.”

Charlie took in those words, and tried not to chafe at them coming from a near stranger. He knew, deep down, that all of it was right.

You came in a moment later with two cups of coffee. You brightened with a gasp when you saw that Charlie was awake.

“Hey.” He found a smile for you. You gave Russell the coffee you’d brought for him, but you quickly set yours down on the rolling tray so you could sit beside your brother.

Russell stepped out to give you two some privacy. You thanked him again and watched him go. Then, you turned back to Charlie with a tearful smile.

“How’re you feeling?” you asked.

“Have I said how much I love morphine?” Charlie remarked.

You rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours. “Yeah, how can I forget your thing for hard drugs.”

That hit sharper than a mere joke. His eyes fell away from yours. You sighed and bit your lip.

“I’m sorry,” you said. Charlie shook his head and covered your hand with his.

“No, I’m sorry. For everything I’ve put you through. And I don’t just mean today,” he said. “I’m going to make it up to you.”

“All that matters is that you’re here, and you’re going to be fine,” you said. “I’ve already put together a list of what you’re going to need when we bring you home—”

Charlie stopped you with a squeeze of your hand.

“I’m not going home just yet,” he said.

“Well, no, not until they discharge you, but—”

Again, he gently cut you off. “You were right. I need treatment, and not just for this damn leg.”

He swept a hand through his hair and sighed.

“When they let me out of here, I’m going back to rehab,” he said. “After that, we’ll see.”

Tears stung in your eyes…but you nodded in relief. You held both of his hands then.

“You’re not doing this alone,” you told him. “I’ll be with you, every step.”

Charlie let out a self-deprecating chuckle. He felt he didn’t deserve that, but he smiled at you.

“I know. You’ll be nagging me in my head, even when you’re not there,” he said. You smirked and brushed his greasy hair away from his face.

“Damn straight,” you replied. “I’ve finally become Mom.”

Charlie shook his head in amusement, but he leveled you with a pointed finger.

“But for now, you need to go home and get some rest,” he said.

You reluctantly agreed with that too. After a full twenty-four hours without sleep, you realized that you were exhausted. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you,” you said. “I’ll come back to see you tomorrow.”

“Good. Love you too,” said Charlie. His eyelids were starting to droop from the pain medication, but he forced himself to stay awake for a little while longer. He even helped you back onto your feet with a guiding hand on your back. “Wait, is someone staying with you tonight? I don’t want you to be alone.”

You grabbed up your purse. “Don’t worry. I think I’ve got that covered.”

Your brother quirked a suspicious smile at the look on your face. The one you tried to hide from him when you noticed his scrutiny.

“What, is it one of those guys who helped us?” he asked. “Is it the blonde one—Ken doll? Or the mountain man?”

Of course he knew their names, but he just wanted to mess with you. He could already see you getting flustered while you twisted the strap of your purse between your fingers and glanced at the door.

“What? No! Just go to sleep. Take advantage of the morphine while you’ve got it,” you said. “Don’t worry. I’ll call Dory.”

Charlie leveled you with a look. “Mhmm.”

He pulled the blanket higher on his chest and watched you leave. When the door swung open, he saw Russell leaning against the wall, waiting for you.

Charlie huffed. He should’ve known.

Okay, mountain man.

That was the last thought he had before he drifted off.

You left your brother’s room just about overwhelmed with a maelstrom of emotions. However, the moment you saw Russell waiting for you, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, it all distilled into one simple thing.

He met your gaze and started to smile.

You smiled back, and you went to him.

You reached up to frame his face with both hands, and you searched for something in his eyes. They were tinged with surprise, but he waited on you, wondering what you were about to do.

When you thought you found what you were looking for, you raised up on your toes and pressed your lips to his.

His hands unconsciously found your waist and held you to him. He met your lips in kind, and even deepened the connection. Your fingers slipped into his hair, lightly dragging your nails against his scalp. He hummed in pleasure.

When your lips eventually parted from his, it was still too soon, he thought. Russell stared down at you with a question in his eyes—one he couldn’t help voicing.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Thank you for everything.”

Ah… Russell’s smile evened out and faded slightly.

So that was just a gesture of gratitude. He hoped you didn’t decide to thank Colter that way.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Russell said. “I’m glad Charlie’s all right.”

“No, I do need to. So thank you,” you said. Your hands drifted down his chest, plucking at the edge of his jacket.

“I don’t really want to be alone today, to be honest,” you admitted. “Would you…want to…keep me company for a while? You could rest up at my place.”

Russell’s brows raised. His lips curved.

“Well, sure. I could do that. Your couch seemed pretty comfortable,” he said.

“You don’t have to stay on the couch,” you replied.

And then, Russell finally read your meaning. He saw it in your eyes, staring up at him through your lashes.

Maybe that kiss was exactly what he thought it meant. His smile became more genuine.

“Well, okay,” he said eventually. He wrapped an arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home then.”

You leaned against his side and gave him a lazy salute. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

He shook his head. His smile deepened into a grin.

“You’re a little delirious, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Probably need some water,” you said with a giggle. “And God, I’m starving.”

Russell laid a gentle kiss to the side of your head that wasn’t bruised.

“All right, we’ll take care of that too,” he said.

“You know what I’m craving?” you asked. He looked down at you questioningly, and again he found your smile.

“Sriracha fries,” you said.

Russell busted out laughing at that. He fist-pumped the air with his free hand.

“Hell, yeah.”

For that, and much more, he would count today as a win.

AN: There we go! A nice fluffy finish for you. How did you like how Charlie's arc wrapped up, along with her reunion with Russell? 💜

But just wait. We're not quite done yet...

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He took in your hesitant face, then the pretty dress you had on. The color matched your eyes. Soulful eyes.

He smiled when you let him see them again.

“Can you see the bruises? I think I covered them up well enough,” you said. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror again, touching your jaw carefully.

Russell’s hand raised to find your cheek, earning your attention with wider eyes. His thumb swept across your skin as you started to blush.

“You’re beautiful,” he said with a smile. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Your face warmed further, despite your smile.

“Yeah, the makeup helps,” you quipped.

“I didn’t say anything about makeup,” he replied. Though he grinned and made a show of looking closer at your face. “Although, have your lashes always been that damn long?”

You laughed, but he didn’t let go of you.

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simpforrooster · 2 years ago

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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.

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veliseraptor · 2 years ago

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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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thompsborn · 1 year ago

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going to make a list of my reactions under the cut because i want to. do not press read more unless you want to see spoilers for the end of the main storyline in the game!!

“it’s you and me harry, just like we always wanted” the fact that that’s an actual line is driving me insane and i’m already about to cry and nothing has happened to make me cry yet

if harry dies i’m jumping off a bridge btw

wait how is this going to work?? bc peter is luring harry/venom away and miles is staying to clear the symbiotes and mj is going in to get the meteorite WHO AM I GONNA PLAY AS IS IT GONNA SWITCH BETWEEN ALL THREE ??

OK STARTING WITH MJ GOT IT

mj with a gun is always a win in my book tbh

“just a normal rock…. that can also end the world” that’s the spirit mj u GOT THIS

MJ AGAINST A FUCKING SYMBIOTE BEHEMTOH ARE U KIDDING

help i already died and its been 2 seconds

IM SO SCARED I KEEP PAUSING LMAO

I DID IT AND ONLY FIED ONCE

ok back to venomharry and peter oh god im so afraid i am So afraid

have not died as peter yet but i am pausing because im SAD

ok anyways time to keep going

nvm i died so i paused again to eat some chili and try not to cry bc i am so SCARED that harry is going to DIE i cant handle that !!! i am afraid

but i am finishing this game tonight 100% no matter what so once i finish my chili we’re trucking on no matter the potential heartbreak

i died again

YO WHAT THE THCK

fuckigngnd WINGS??? VENOM HAS WINGS NOW ??? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

THATS TUCKING INSANE LOOKING AND SO COOL BUT ALSO TERRIFYING WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT FUCK IS HAPPENING

ok sorry i forgot to do this but MILES AGAINST VENOM HARRY WAS INSANE and now peter and mj are back and hARRU CAN SEE HIM AND I IMMEDIATELY WANTED TO SOB SO I PAUSED AGAIN TO TRY AND MENTALLY PREPARE MYSELF FUCKING HELL IH GOD

NOO NOT HARRY BEEAKING THROUGH AND TRYING TO ASK VENOM TO LEAVE OETER ALONE OH MY GOD I CANT DO THIS

“FIGHT HARRY FIGHT” “I CANT IM DONE YOU HAVE TO—“ HAROLD OSBORN IF UOU GIVE UP IM GOING TO RIP THE UNIVERSE IN HALF WORH MY BARE FUCKGIN HANDS DONT YOU FUCKGJNG DARE

ok hi i paused again because the fuckgin raw pained desperation in peter’s voice while screaming “HARRY PLEASE” i i i icannot i cannot

“lets heal the world pete together” im gonna scream im in tears i cant do this guys

HEY NO

NO!!! NO!!!! NO PETER JUST SAID I LOVE YOU AND IF THIS IS A GOODBYE I LOVE YOU THEN IM GOING TO ACTUALLY COMMIT A FELONY

HARRY JUST SMILED AND DIDNT SAY IT BACK AND THEN BIOM?? BOOM??? METEORITE BOOM??? IS HARRY OSBORN STILL ALIVE

NO FUCK

MILES SAVE HIM PELASE

PLEASE

MILES PLEASE MILES MILES MILES

OH MY GOD IM SOBBING I FUCKGIFN SOBBING HARRYS ALOVE MILES SAVED HIM HARRY OSBORN IS ALIVE

deadass i have Many Tears On My Face

miles helping peter carry harry to the ambulance bc peter is so fucking hurt and weak i cant

this game is so fucking good

UH FUCK YOU NORMAN FOR YELLING AT PETER “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM” SAVED HIM YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE

wait no harry’s in a coma now ??? TRACES OF BRAIN ACTIVITY??? oh hod oh jesus christ

is this how norman’s gonna green goblin himself is he gonna blame spidey while trying to find another cure for harry

THE G-SERUM OH FUCKING CALLED IT

mj !!!! MJ!!!!!!!! THE NEW NORMAL!!! YES BITCH FUCK YES FUCK YEAH MJ FUCK YEAH

omg rio hailey ganke miles peter and mj all at may’s house i i. i. AND PETER DONATING STUFF FROM MAYS HOUSE AND

ok but what about miles’ essay

OH MY GOD NO PETER W THE EMILY-MAY FOUNDATION SET UP IN THE GARAGE IM

i have been nonstop crying for literally actually 15 minutes

HUH???? peter talk to miles abotu what ??

GO BE PETER PARKER FOR AWHILE

the hug ))):

WAIT SO IS PETER TAKING A STEP BACK FROM SPIDER-MAN THEN ???? LIKE IS HE FULLY RETIRING OR JJST TAKING A BREAK??

there has to be more

NOOOO WHAT THATS THE END???

there’s gotta be an end credit scene with that god damn g-serum

WAIT OKAY WHILE THE CREDITS PLAY HERES MY THEORIES FOR THE NEXT (assumedly) GAME:

another couple years timeskip, right? norman has been trying to perfect this g-serum for harry and bc they’re related he has to test it on himself or volunteers bc their relation means testing it on himself will give the best results or some shit like that, and it goblin-ifies him. he blames spider-man for not properly saving harry and green goblin goes after spidey as a result. at this point peter has not done any spidey-ing around since the end of this second game other than consulation stuff with miles to help miles out. miles has been working as new york’s only spider-man. peter has grown emily-may maybe not to a perfected degree but it’s successful and he’s making a living trying to better the world in the ways he always dreamed about with harry prior to the spider bite. on the side he’s been trying to put together his own cure for harry. maybe norman uses the g-serum on harry as well or maybe he doesnt but either way the green goblin(s?) become such an issue that peter has to put the suit back on for the first time in forever to 1. help miles 2. save the city 3. stop norman and 4. hopefully use his own cure to save harry

OK CREDITS ARE OVER

END CREDIT SCENE I KNEW IT WHATS HAPPENING

lol watch the end credit scene completely destroy my theory already

OTTO ??? THE DOC OF OCK????

NORMAN IS ASKING OTTO WHO THE SPIDER MEN ARE

“they ruined my son” NO THEY DIDNT YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PUT THE FUCKING SYMBIOTE TO USE IN THE FIRST PLACE

“GOOD” DAMN OTTO HOLY FUCK

“what are you writing” “the final chapter” HUH???? oh god no is this gonna lead to another sinister six but with norman oh jesus christ

THAT WAS SO GOOD THIUGH OH NY GOD

ANOTHER SCENE !!! MILES

OH FUCK THATS RIGHT

WHO IS RIO DATING WHO IS IT IS THE GAME GONNA TELL US

Awww hi hailey!! i love her sm

HIS ESSAY!!!

i love them im gonna cry

AWWW BABIES SMOOCHING I LOVE THEM

DOOR KNOCK ????

WHO IS THE GUY

ALBERT ??

DAUGHTER CINDY????????

LIKE CINDY MOON???

idk much about cindy moon to be fair i need to do some research into the comics and start reading more of them BUT LIKE ?? IS IT CINDY MOON?? IT HAS TO BE RIGHT???

holy shit. ok.

im done now and i’ve done basically all of the side quests but im gonna try to platinum the game before going to be but its 8:45 and i wake up at 4:30 so we’ll seeee lmao

ruh roh

#ari plays sm2

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weirdos-am-i-right · 3 years ago

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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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dragonmuse · 2 years ago

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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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