#officer ronnie peterson

[jynzandtonic]

Ooooo how would any/all of the boys react to turning 40???

*Sigh* 40 is a damn fine age. Please accept these snaccs:

Charlie Barber: Henry's all set up to stay with his cousins for the week so you two can get away to the little villa he's booked in Tuscany for the two of you. You'll have the whole time to drink red wine, make homemade pasta, and fuck in the sunshine on the deck off the master bedroom.

Clyde Logan: He feels so damn lucky to be alive, to be with you. Growin' up with Jimmy, two tours in Iraq, all his adventures and misadventures, and he's finally settled down with you and happy as can be. All he wants is to sit with ya on the porch swing and watch the sunset with a beer in hand—but he won't say no to the butterscotch cake ya baked him.

Adam Sackler: Can't really believe he's fuckin' forty. He promises to put some of his commercial money in an IRA and take enough of a break from acting for a little staycation to fuck on every surface of your apartment together.

Flip Zimmerman: You sure you don't want to have a baby, sugar?

Phillip Altman: Perpetual man child. He offers to get matching cougar tattoos with you.

Rick Smolan: Motorcycle tour of Vietnam together, letting you take photos on his DSLR while you ride on the back of his bike.

Ronnie Peterson: Cabo San Lucas with you and all your friends. He wants to drink daiquiris, sing karaoke, and maybe get a sunburn at a nude beach!

[koedano]

[soultek]

I Told You So: A Concept

Author’s Note: <to the tune of 7/22 by Taylor Edwards> It’s my birthday and I’ll post my Ronnie Peterson concept if I want to!

Hi, ADCU fans! Welcome to the first of a few concepts I’ve written for you! Ronnie is my favourite, so of course, he gets to go first! 

My concepts are essentially single scenes from a much larger fic in my head, that introduce you to the relationship, and the love interest... 

I hope you enjoy this one!  💙💜

Word Count: 3,567

Warning: None

Concept: Lovers to strangers to lovers. 

Having moved back to the small town where she grew up, Araya does not expect to come face to face with ex Ronnie Peterson, now all grown up himself. Given the circumstances they broke up in, it’s understandable that he doesn’t want her around - but that’s the thing about a small town, it’s damn near unavoidable...  In truth he still has feelings for her. But he’ll be damned if he walks down that road again, what if it ends worse than the first time?

Takes place pre-film by at least a few years.

Playlist: Available on Spotify!

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When I was gonna be your forever You were gonna be my wife But you went off to find better And I was learning all about life But I was what you wanted and you were what I needed And we could meet in between We were gonna be the greatest love story this town had ever seen

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Suppose I called you up tonight And told you that I loved you And suppose I said I wanna come back home And suppose I cried and said I think I finally learned my lesson And I'm tired of spending all my time alone If I told you that I realize you're all I ever wanted And it's killing me to be so far away Would you tell me that you love me too And would we cry together Or would you simply laugh at me and say...

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Let me guess, you miss me, you're sorry Too bad it's too little too late Don't make me say, don't make me say... I don't wanna be right this time But you made a fool of me And you're not gonna fool me twice It's almost like I... I told you so, I told you I let you know, if you let go Find someone else to hold you Just walk away, don't make me say The only words I owe you

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It had been more than a few months, and he still wasn’t used to her being back in town yet. Life had passed fairly aimlessly; everything had been so day to day before then. He hadn’t needed to worry about anything – save the occasional bit of really serious police work. But now Ronnie Peterson felt like he had to be on alert everywhere he went, on the very likely chance that he’d have to find a creative way to avoid her.

Seemed he still had a thing or two to learn about breaking up in a small town. Uh— being broken up with in a small town. He hadn’t had to worry about her since she went to college. Was almost definitely over her by now.

Except that wasn’t the case, was it?

And now he was just trying to get coffee before work and there she was, once again sitting in the diner. It made him hesitate, made him think twice. Maybe he could just wait and get to work. Maybe he could actually make it through this morning without a caffeine fix.

Except he was already out of his car and half way to the door – standing in the middle of the parking lot with his hands on his hips, staring at her through the window… and he could kick himself. Clearing his throat and closing his eyes, Ronnie focused back on the concreate, shaking his head. ‘Okay. Just… get in, order coffee, get out.’ Heading for the entrance he reasoned with himself; Where else could she go? The previous owners of the house had left it in need of repair and TLC – and the old flower shop attached, once belonging to her mother, hadn’t been open for years. There was a lot of work to do, and that meant a lot of workmen in and out. All the needed planning and preparation on her part had to be done somewhere - and even with the frequency of visitors the diner got, it would still be a damn sight quieter than home would have been for her.

 Fern greeted him warmly, as ever. She didn’t even need to ask his order – Ronnie never changed it. Sometimes he thought about it, but setting that in motion hadn’t quite occurred yet. It certainly wasn’t going to be today, given how occupied his mind currently was on… other things. It was almost impossible not to glance over to her – pouring over notebooks and documents, head propped up on one hand, pencil absentmindedly tapping the page as she tried to make sense of it all. She hadn’t noticed him yet, if she knew he was here Ronnie knew she’d be doing the same thing he was. Glancing quickly became staring, until Fern’s next question interrupted him. “You taking some for the station?” “Uh…” He had to fight to drag his own eyeline back to Fern as he answered, slower than he’d like to admit. “I mean, I didn’t think about it, but I guess I could call them…” “Hey, don’t worry about it. It’s pretty early, I mean they might not even be there, right?” “Y-Yeah… right…” Fern watched as, sensing he was no longer needed to answer her questions, Ronnie’s gaze wandered back to the woman sitting in the corner. Araya Monaghan had hardly aged a day since the times her and Ronnie had been high-school-smitten with each other – still looking like a sweet small town girl, despite her move to the big city more than just a few years back. She had returned to Centerville now, though. Fern almost rolled her eyes at him. She has observed Ronnie do this more than just once or twice over the past few weeks – how he would always immediately survey the diner to see if she was here, and then stare. Even if he was also fighting with himself; and Fern could tell Ronnie was most definitely fighting himself. It was about time she took things into her own hands.

“Didn’t you guys break up?” “Huh?” Concentration once again broken, Ronnie turned back, not entirely sure he’d heard that right. Or, maybe hoping he wouldn’t have to go through this yet again with someone in this town. “You broke up, right?” Oh yeah, he’d heard right. Unfortunately. “Oh. Yeah, that was…” Fern couldn’t help but smile knowingly as he went right back to staring at Araya, answer quiet, “a long while ago.” He was silently begging her to drop the conversation, but that wasn’t part of her plan, so Fern continued. “But you still like her.” Ronnie wasn’t sure that he liked the tone sounding more statement than question. He pretended to muse hard on it. Part of him still really hurt – part of him still twisted up seeing Araya back here after so long; like just after he’d got it together she had to move back just to wreck everything? She couldn’t get away with that. Not after breaking his heart. Not how she’d done it.

And yet… yes, he did look at her now and at least partially long for her back – if he was honest with himself (which, he didn’t want to be), Ronnie nearly always had. Therefore, when he responded with “Hmmm… well…” despite his trail off, he nodded; but it almost seemed absentminded, like he hadn’t quite admitted it yet. As his attention was still on her, this time Fern’s eyes flicked over too, “Well, she clearly still likes you a whole lot too.” They were almost as bad at each other for staring. The only reason it wasn’t happening right now was because she hadn’t looked up yet.

This, Ronnie knew. Despite Araya’s initial shock that he was still in town, she now looked at him in the way she used to. Which in all honestly twisted him up even more. He wasn’t about to admit this, and scoffed at the idea instead. “Well, she broke up with me.” Fern simply nodded, “Uh huh.” and then placed a cup in front of him. Not paper to take away, oh no, a proper cup and saucer. Then tipped her head in the direction they’d both been looking, “Now go on, stop staring and go talk to her.” Ronnie’s mouth opened, nearly in shock, pushing the cup back to the edge of the counter, “Fern, I’m taking out! I’m not staying!” She didn’t budge, instead lowering her voice to a semi-threatening whisper. “Don’t make me walk it over to her table!” She pointed daringly at him and Ronnie realised he wouldn’t be getting out of this in a hurry. This was not the morning he had planned. He swallowed hard, nodding in acceptance of his situation, before picking up the cup – shooting Fern a look just so she knew he wasn’t best pleased about this – and walked over to the back of the diner slowly.

 At the corner table Araya was sitting at, this exchange had gone completely unnoticed. In fact, Ronnie could probably have snuck in and out no problem and been well into his shift, before she even looked up from the papers in front of her. Largely because she had done the same calculation about five times already and the answer was never the same, and never matched the breakdown sheet. She theorised that it would have to eventually -  but now it was a case of when eventually was.   What she didn’t fail to notice however, was someone heading cautiously in her direction, and once she’d caught the movement it caused enough of a distraction to make her look up. Though, his nearly 6’3” frame probably helped. Although, Araya couldn’t help but startle – because Ronnie Peterson was not who she would expect to be walking towards her if he was given any sort of choice in the matter. (Well… maybe once.) As he was about to confirm.

“Oh, hey!” “Hey.” It was blunter than she would have liked. He gestured to the cup in his hands, “Fern did this and I’m pretty sure would have refused me a takeout cup otherwise, so…” Araya pressed her lips together, nodding, trying to ignore her own disappointment and indicated to the seat in front of her, hoping it didn’t drip into her voice. “Care to join me?” She half expected him to say no, but Ronnie was always polite so she got a “Well, yeah…” As he slid into the booth, the cup chinked gently as he placed it down – finding space amongst the paperwork – and Araya was given a window of opportunity to study his face as he became interested in her notes. Dare she say he was even more handsome now than he was to her back then. “Watcha doing?”

When Ronnie glanced back at her, he equally ignored the way pink dusted her cheeks ever so slightly, the way she took a breath before she answered to steady herself. “Oh, uh… kinda budgeting… expenses… figuring it out as I go, but, not going so great.” Then he smiled in remembrance. That made things worse. And he knew it. “Math was never really your strongest suit.” She smiled back, chuckle soft, and nodded along, looking away from his eyes, “Yeah, you’re right.” “Want me to help?” He’d asked before he could stop himself.

Araya looked back at him, eager to accept, ready to beam and push her books and calculator across the table to him and start rattling off issues - exactly as she would have done in high school. But she stopped herself from looking too joyful, and instead cleared her throat before sliding everything to the side. “No, you know what, I can figure it out later. You’re sitting in front of me with a coffee, so the least I can do is… actually have a conversation with you. You’ll have plenty to do at work, you don’t need to also be doing mine.” Ronnie’s eyebrows raised with the shoulders of his shrug, “Oh well, if you… ever need any help.” “Oh, I know where to find you, Ronnie, trust me.” The pink became dark red, “I mean, not like- I- I know where the station is.” Although the smile he flashed was almost a smirk, “I’d hope you wouldn’t have forgotten where I live but, the station is a good start, yeah.” Her eyebrows furrowed, not willing to jump to conclusions, “…I, uh, know where your parents live.” Lived? Araya wasn’t sure if they still lived here, although that wouldn’t surprise her even if Ronnie’s presence did. “Yeah, I’m still on that side of town.” And Centerville was small enough for that to roughly mean the same place. Araya’s head tilted, it wasn’t a hard link to pick up, “Not my side of town.” “Well… no.” He said matter of fact. “Your parents still here?” She’d half expected him to have been long gone. Ronnie had never seemed much like a homebody, even when he hadn’t known what he wanted for his future. She’d figured he’d want to stay here even less after her. How wrong she could be. “Mhm.” “Oh.” Her grimace was easy to read – ‘what must they possibly think of me’ – he held his hand up to quickly rectify. “No, no, don’t worry – I never tried to get them to hate you.” This clearly didn’t help things, by the fact her face became pained – but it wasn’t like she wasn’t aware of what she deserved. Ronnie tried again, “Oh no, I-” but then he stopped, because, yeah actually he did hate Araya for what she did. At least back then. Maybe even still. And lying wasn’t the way to go, so it was probably best to just stop talking. He bit his lips together, “I’m sorry, that… was uncalled for.” “No, No I…” She crossed her arms on the table, rubbing her thumbs over the sleeves of her dress, “probably deserve that.” He gave another shrug, this one more apathetic, before taking a sip of coffee. Concluding it was cool enough to drink, Ronnie didn’t put the cup down. The faster he drank it, the faster he could leave… Araya watched him, not because she was waiting for him to say anything else – simply because she liked watching him. She could sit for hours in silence and do that. If he would let her – which, Ronnie certainly wouldn’t be doing any time soon. When he placed the cup down, however, it wasn’t empty. “You know, the coffee here really is the best. I don’t know how Fern does it. Truly something else.” Araya laughed at his musing, “Must be a secret ingredient.” He laughed too, “Must be something like that, huh?”

And that was the problem. It was so easy to be amicable. It was so easy to talk to her again. Like a needle slipping into a groove. Natural. Something they both wanted back, as if it was never gone. And it was like it was never gone. But it had gone – goodbye had been said more than once, and the last time they had seen each other (before, a few months ago, she turned up walking down the street in the middle of his patrol looking like a deer caught in headlights), they had both screamed things they wanted to take back.

Ronnie didn’t know what he wanted anymore. Friends wasn’t going to cut it. He couldn’t just ignore her, even with his best efforts. But he couldn’t let his feelings run away with this. What would happen if they did get back together? What if it all fell apart again? What if it was worse? He couldn’t take that. He couldn’t even consider the possibility.

 That didn’t mean she wasn’t thinking the exact same thing he was. That didn’t mean Araya wasn’t brave enough to tentatively ask it. In moments like this when they were actually getting on – where maybe she’d get the answer she wished for. Nervously tucking her hair behind her left ear before she did, and yet still able to hold the steady gaze of his brown eyes. “Do you ever think about it?” All the time. “About what?” He played a convincing perplexed. “Don’t you wonder if… - What - this could be?” Despite his previous dedication to the truth – Ronnie had no choice but to outright lie, straightening himself. “God, no… I couldn’t bring myself to read the plot points for this. I don’t think I wanna know…” Araya’s eyebrows furrowed again, if any disappointment had even entered her thought stream it had quickly been washed away with confusion. “Plot points?” Ronnie nodded, “Yeah… for the fic?” Araya’s look of puzzlement turned to one of surprise, “Oh. I didn’t know you could just read those and find out what happens.” “Yeah. If I wanted further heartbreak I guess I might!” To stop himself from talking too much Ronnie turned back to his coffee, this time making sure to finish it. But at the look still on Araya’s face, found himself compelled to continue, “I mean there must be some, you wouldn’t write a fic without them, right? I mean--” on second thought, knowing this author…

She sat silent for a moment with her own thoughts, digesting what he was saying. Although, even when she hadn’t fully, Araya gained confidence in her understanding enough to be able to look back into his eyes. What she was hearing was – he didn’t want to not try. It was what happened after that worrying him. And no wonder. “You wouldn’t want to know how it ends?” What if it was like a fairytale? What if they got a happy ever after? That didn’t have to be just fantasy and her wishful thinking. Ronnie blinked, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, before he shrugged again, this time being the one to look away, fingers dancing around the rim of his coffee cup, “Well I didn’t exactly like how it ended last time – if I read it and it doesn’t end well, why would I even want to start anything?” “What if it doesn’t end this time?” There was a warmth to her words as she went back to leaning her head on her hand. Araya was teasing him, of course. It wasn’t really a serious question – she knew neither of them could handle it being a serious question right now. They needed time, they had had time sure – but they needed more. His head tilted, eyes still not meeting hers – but the look on his face let her know she had a point. Ronnie couldn’t argue with that, but STILL! “I don’t think I wanna take the chance to find out. Could be worse. Don’t want that. No, thank you.”

By the time he’d finished his eyes were focused back on hers, with intensity. As if his would be the final word. Araya would have let him have it too, would have nodded along; ‘fair enough’. She even went back to looking at her work, pencil returning to her hand - but then she realised what he’d said. She paused her writing and looked up at him, curious, a little hopeful… but trying not to look too interested – perhaps not wanting Ronnie to realise exact what he’d said just yet. “Wait… so you… are thinking of… starting something?” It wasn’t a stupid question. Even if it would seem to be – either way he answered would have felt correct to both of them. It wasn’t as if there weren’t inklings of chemistry, that had somehow never faded, but she knew how hesitant he was considering how much she had hurt him before. Walking away from someone saying you couldn’t handle a relationship and then ending up in one again less than two months later would do that to a person. Ronnie had gone from wanting her back; would do everything and anything to have her back to… ‘well screw it and screw her and I never want to see her again and I’m actually quite MAD at her truthfully.’, and back again enough times in the years since. His distance when she first arrived didn’t surprise her, even when it was so easy to warm up like this after a five minute conversation. Araya was just as surprised at herself… she didn’t expect to fall back in love with him so easily, and so soon. The wish for her old relationship back had almost been immediate. As much as she understood the situation, at this point it felt so much like dancing around it; they both still had feelings neither would admit for their own personal reasons and the rest of the town was just… waiting. Of that they were almost certain.

Despite this, despite thinking he would want the final word back, Ronnie didn’t answer her. Instead, he just sat up a little straighter. His eyebrows furrowed together and he frowned a little, breathing out deeply – in a way that said everything, but there was no verbal answer… Araya knew better than to push him, and right now he had no coffee and she had no thread of conversation to keep him here either. Ronnie should be getting up and leaving and going to work now, because what else was there to do? He knew this, and so did she and yet he was still just… sitting there.

Either way, she had work to do, and dragging her notebook back towards her, Araya knew she had to think of something quickly before Ronnie figured out nothing was keeping him in his seat. She wanted to keep this conversation flowing – while he wasn’t scowling at her like he’d wish she’d leave, or straight up ignoring her presence. It had been so long since she’d got him like this, and she liked his company – whether Ronnie was talking or not, she always had. “A-Actually…” She held on to the only thing she had left, “If you wouldn’t mind just taking me though this one calculation that won’t add up? It’s different every time, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” He studied her face for just a fraction too long, and without the immediate response she feared that she might lose him this time. Ronnie checked his watch - what was five more minutes? - before he shook his head, “Sure. What’s up? Let’s see what I can do!” Then she smiled, the way she always used to smile at him and a smile he hadn’t seen since she’d left. Ronnie was 90% sure he wouldn’t hear a damn word she was about to say, and Araya would have to repeat herself, but it’d be worth it. What would be five more, five more minutes?

Fern watched from the counter as Ronnie leaned over the table to listen to Araya better, taking the pencil gently from her hand to explain exactly where she was going wrong. It didn’t seem like two minutes since they’d been high school age doing this…

She smiled to herself knowingly, looking at the empty coffee cup and then back at the in-depth discussion – the joy on Araya’s face when it finally made sense and the way Ronnie laughed to. And this time he didn’t check his watch.

It might take a little time, but they would get there. And if that meant she had to keep pouring his coffee into a proper cup instead, she’d make as many as it took.

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Thank you for reading! ✨

[jbberry7]

Officer Ronnie Peterson!

The Dead Don’t Die (2019) dir. Jim Jarmusch

[reyloarehairgoals]

Adam Driver as Officer Ronnie Peterson in The Dead Don't Die

[justsostuff-1]

Adam Driver as officer Ronnie Peterson in "The Dead Don’t Die"

[darnedchild]

Molly Hooper and Ronnie Peterson - Potential super couple?

Yet another reason I desperately want to ship these two characters from completely unrelated fandoms.

Molly Hooper from “Sherlock” (actor is Louise Brealey) - 5′3″

Officer Ronnie Peterson from “The Dead Don’t Die” (actor is Adam Driver) - 6′2″

Bonus visual aid...

[ulkaralakbarova]

Meet Jack Foley, a smooth criminal who bends the law and is determined to make one last heist. Karen Sisco is a federal marshal who chooses all the right moves … and all the wrong guys. Now they’re willing to risk it all to find out if there’s more between them than just the law. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Jack Foley: George Clooney Karen Sisco: Jennifer Lopez Buddy Bragg: Ving Rhames Maurice ‘Snoopy’ Miller: Don Cheadle Glenn Michaels: Steve Zahn Marshall Sisco: Dennis Farina Adele Delisi: Catherine Keener Kenneth: Isaiah Washington Richard Ripley: Albert Brooks José ‘Chino’ Chirino: Luis Guzmán Moselle: Viola Davis Bank Employee: Jim Robinson Bank Customer: Mike Malone Bank Teller: Donna Frenzel Bank Cop: Manny Suárez Bank Cop: Keith Hudson Lulu: Paul Soileau Pup: Scott Allen Parking Lot Woman: Susan Hatfield White Boxer: Brad Martin Himey: James Black Daniel Burdon: Wendell B. Harris Jr. Library Guard: Chuck Castleberry Shock Lock FBI Man: Chic Daniel White Boy Bob: Keith Loneker Old Elevator Lady: Connie Sawyer Old Elevator Gent: Philip Perlman Raymond Cruz: Paul Calderon Officer Grant: Gregory Alpert Ripley Personnel: Mark Brown Ripley Receptionist: Sandra Ives Ripley Guard: Joe Hess Waitress: Betsy Monroe Philip: Wayne Pére Andy: Joe Chrest Third Ad Guy: Joe Coyle Midge: Nancy Allen Ray Nicolette (uncredited): Michael Keaton Hejirah Henry (uncredited): Samuel L. Jackson Federal Marshal: Stephen M. Horn Airport Patron (uncredited): Oscar A. Diaz Waitress (uncredited): Jennifer Dorogi Airport Passenger (uncredited): Deborah Smith Ford Xenon Light Guard (uncredited): Mike Gerzevitz Flight Attendant (uncredited): Thelma Gutiérrez Bank Manager (uncredited): Wayne V. Johnson Bank Patron (uncredited): Pati Lauren Shopper (uncredited): Sherrie Peterson Gas Station Attendant (uncredited): Ronnie Stutes Film Crew: Director: Steven Soderbergh Producer: Danny DeVito Executive Producer: Barry Sonnenfeld Novel: Elmore Leonard Screenplay: Scott Frank Executive Producer: John Hardy Producer: Michael Shamberg Producer: Stacey Sher Original Music Composer: David Holmes Director of Photography: Elliot Davis Editor: Anne V. Coates Makeup Artist: Bill Corso Digital Compositor: Sean MacKenzie Second Assistant Director: Trey Batchelor First Assistant Director: Gregory Jacobs Second Second Assistant Director: Michael Risoli Supervising Sound Editor: Larry Blake Set Dresser: Mike Malone Casting: Kathy Driscoll-Mohler Casting: Francine Maisler Production Design: Gary Frutkoff Art Direction: Philip Messina Set Decoration: Maggie Martin Costume Design: Betsy Heimann Makeup Artist: Margot Boccia Key Hair Stylist: Bonnie Clevering Makeup Artist: Anita Gibson Key Makeup Artist: Katherine James Hairstylist: Deborah Mills-Whitlock Hairstylist: Waldo Sanchez Makeup Effects Designer: David LeRoy Anderson Hairstylist: Mary L. Mastro Makeup Artist: Mark Shostrom Unit Production Manager: Frederic W. Brost Production Supervisor: Pat Chapman Post Production Supervisor: Caitlin Maloney Production Supervisor: Mary Morgan Additional Second Assistant Director: David M. Bernstein Second Second Assistant Director: William D. Robinson Set Dresser: Shane L. Ashton Set Dresser: Tristan Paris Bourne Art Department Assistant: Andrea Brody Leadman: Jon J. Bush Set Designer: Lauren Cory Set Designer: Keith P. Cunningham Standby Painter: Chuck Eskridge Property Master: Emily Ferry Set Dresser: Harry Frierson Construction Foreman: Gary Gagliardo Paint Coordinator: Hank Giardina Construction Foreman: William Gideon Props: Brett Gollin Assistant Property Master: Otniel Gonzalez Set Dresser: L. David Gordon Props: Charles Guanci Jr. Art Department Coordinator: Blair Huizingh Set Dresser: James E. Hurd Jr. Paint Coordinator: Steven Kerlagon Set Dresser: Alexander Kirst Set Dresser: Chris Patterson Leadman: David C. Potter Set Designer: Mary Saisselin Construction Coordinator: Chris Snyder Assistant Property Master: Joy Taylor Painter: Mark Woodworth Carpenter: John Blanchard Set Dresser: Kurt Braun Painter: Tammy DeRuiter Greensman: Michael ...

[agent-of-imagined-chaos]

Oh no oh fuck he brought his little brother with him. In the words of officer Ronnie Peterson from The Dead Dont Die, this isn't going to end well.

[fmpdanielparish]

The Dead Don't Die

As the warm, bright sun refuses to set, and a series of equally perplexing events start to take place, the world, and the blissfully unsuspecting residents of the sleepy town of Centerville, are about to face the effects of corporate greed. Then, as the stone-faced police officers, Chief Cliff Robertson and Officer Ronnie Peterson, stop for doughnuts and coffee at the town's diner, unusual activity in the moon-lit cemetery and a blood-soaked scene of carnage could only mean one thing: this is the work of flesh-eating zombies. Before long, Officer Mindy Morrison and the glacially beautiful, katana-wielding undertaker, Zelda Winston, join the team of defenders, as hordes of relentless, ravenous undead swarm into the once-peaceful town craving meat. More and more, humans are at risk of becoming an endangered species. What happens when the dead just don't want to die? - introduction

The dead don't die is one of the few zombie movies I have seen before however the zombies in the movie are not quite as interesting as they act like the typical zombies moving slowly and stumbling while being brain dead unable to open doors but the one thing they are capable of is running once they see their prey there hopeless.

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[jynzandtonic]

12 Days of Fluffmas - Day 6: Gift Giving

Ronnie Peterson x Reader

(cw: sex toys, Ronnie picks reader up) - inspired by this vid hehe

You know he’d never ask for it outright—it’s too big, too expensive, too ridiculous… and he’s much too bashful. Maybe that’s the exact reason you knew you had to save up and get it for him this year. You’d had it delivered during the day when he was working at the station and promptly concealed the humongous box it came in underneath nearly an entire roll of wrapping paper. It’s been torturing him under the Christmas tree every day since. And you knew it’d be exactly the present he’d make a beeline for on Christmas morning. 

“So, can I open it?” he asks. He’s wearing Baby Yoda pajama pants and an old baseball tee with sleep-mussed hair and glasses askew on his face.

“You can open it.”

He rips at the wrapping the moment you confirm, tearing away the festive paper and oversized bow to reveal the package beneath it.

“LEGO Millennium Falcon…” He reads the words slowly, shell-shocked. “Wait,” he says, an alarmed look on his face. “IS IT THE BIG ONE?”

“Yep,” you smile. “It’s the big one.”

“THE SEVEN-THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED PIECE ONE?”

“The seven-thousand six hundred piece one.”

He stares at you in disbelief and then lets out a loud whoop, running around in circles in the living room. Skidding to a halt in front of you, he scoops you up in a hug and twirls you around, planting a fat kiss on your lips when he sets you down.

His focus shifts back to the box and he drops to his knees in front of it. “Oh my god,” he pants. “Oh my god. I’m going to build it today. I’m going to build the whole thing today." He opens the giant box and pulls out the novel-sized instruction booklet.

“But wait! You have one more present from me!” You offer a much smaller gift to him.

“Is it LEGO related?”

“No, not LEGO related,” you smirk.

“Then what is it?” he asks, unwrapping the box and opening it to reveal a slightly less than palm-sized turquoise sphere with subtle buttons on the front. 

“Well, it’s the remote control to the vibrator I’m wearing,” you wink.

“Oh… Oh.” His eyes go wide as he studies the little gadget. “Wow, babe,” he says, flustered. A flush washes over his cheeks and he looks up at you earnestly. “This is great, but is it okay if I get started on the Falcon first?”

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“I’m thinking zombies. — You know, zombies. Ghouls. The undead.” - Officer Ronnie Peterson

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Whumptober Day 8: Everything Hurts and I'm Dying

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Ronnie Peterson x gn!reader

Rating: Mature

Word count: 677

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse, reunion, zombie attack, allusion to death and killing

Summary: Life after a zombie apocalypse was lonely. Or was it?

Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

The virus that got its start from Centerville spread throughout the country almost overnight. Two months later, no corner of the continent was safe and the undead roamed everywhere, demanding the last thing they had wanted when alive and cutting through everything in their way to get to it. 

Safe havens were set up by the military but for the most part, it was unbelievably hard to get into one of them unless you had the money to buy your way in. The poor and unfortunate were left to defend themselves while the rich barricaded themselves in. Nothing had changed even in the event of a zombie apocalypse. 

Some people banded together, others worked alone. It was a nasty business out there, no laws and no honor among survivors. If you weren’t eaten by zombies, there was a good chance a fellow survivor would cut you down to gain something or nothing. So for the most part, you were on your own. Never staying long in one place and always carrying just the essentials, hopping from one abandoned house to the other for shelter. 

You crept around one such shelter, casing the place before entering. You didn't hear any moaning or groaning, so the place might be safe. But you needed to make sure of that before stepping inside. Peeking through the windows, you didn’t see much inside but it looked relatively clean. Abandoned most likely before anything drastic had gone down in the house. One final walk around later you decided it was safe enough and picked your way inside. 

Opening the door, you were met with a barrel of a gun and an angry looking… Ronnie Peterson? You blinked, unsure of what you were seeing. “Ronnie?” 

This had to be a mirage, a final fuck you from God or whatever deity looked after this nightmare. A final glimpse at the man you had been falling in love with and who had been on ground zero when the outbreak happened. The man you knew was loyal to a fault and had no doubt tried to help others escape Centerville while remaining behind to battle, finally succumbing to the horde. The man whose demise you had cried over night after night while trying not to join him in darkness prematurely. 

“Sweetie?” His voice was ragged and rusty. His gun wobbled a bit until he seemed to blink back into reality, his big brown eyes growing wide behind cracked glasses. With a clank, the gun dropped to the ground and he pulled you into his arms, kissing you with ferocity your sweet, gentle Ronnie had never displayed before. 

The kiss told you everything. How much he hurt everywhere, how he felt like he’d been slowly dying, unsure of your fate. How he battled and raged, tried to find information about you while killing more and more. How he felt like this was the first free breath he’d taken since that night, because you were alive and in his arms. 

You responded in kind, telling him without words how you loved him, how you had missed him and how grateful you were of this miracle of him returning to you from being dead. That kiss might’ve lasted for a decade had it not been for the groaning and moaning in the distance.

Quickly, both of you detangled and faced the open door. A horde of four zombies were headed your way. 

Ronnie bent down, picking up the gun from the ground. He then pulled out a machete from beside the door, eyes still glued on the driveway and the horde advancing slowly. You followed his lead, picking your own weapons from your person, a grim grin on your lips. It was a small group, you could take this on. And with your lost and found lover by your side, you’d take on the world with him. 

“Ready, sweetie?” Ronnie mumbled and you nodded, lip curling in defiance. 

With a final look to confirm you’d meet on the other side of the battle, both of you charged forward, weapons drawn. 

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Adam Driver as Officer Ronnie Peterson in The Dead Don't Die