#borrower!pete

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ok about that last post I was not actually expecting y'all to hear me out but now that you have allow me to indulge by sharing the AU I've been brainrotting about for literal months feat. Ruth and Richie also I'm so normal abt this:

Pete, Ruth and Richie are borrowers living in Hatchetfield High. They've been living there from well before they were even highschool age and it's why they're so educated and smart especially by borrower standards. They also have the school computer room to access the internet which is how they know pop culture and stuff. Richie's borrower weapon of choice is an anime pin he stole borrowed from some kid's backpack, he can use it both as a shield and to stab things and when he's not using it he wears it on his back like a shell. Pete uses one of those Chupa Chups type lollipops since not only can he hit shit with it but he can also lick it if he has low blood sugar (don't worry he puts it back in the wrapper every time). Ruth dual wields thumbtacks like daggers since she is a menace to society ❤️. They have a dopeass borrower hideout with a buncha cool knick knacks they borrowed and Pokémon cards on the walls like posters courtesy of Richie. They mostly eat school cafeteria food so pray for them. Steph is the only human who knows about them, she finds Pete first and then later Ruth and Richie. Your honor she loves her weird little guys if anything happened to them she'd kill everyone in this room and then herself. Grace keeps getting this close to discovering them but they always manage to avoid her. There's human x borrower lautski obviously which I go feral about they are so so adorable togetherrr. Also not that relevant but this coexists with my borrowers Lex and Hannah AU which I'll probably share someday :))))

shoutout to @rsitb-second-account for brainrotting with me for months now, we have a starkid g/t groupchat on discord and honestly lmk in the reblogs or dm me if you're interested in joining (I might not respond right away tho bc timezone shenanigans) we desperately need more victims I mean participants. we're gonna pioneer the g/t starkid community by god we will do it.

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The one thing I am mad about, with Our Flag Means Death being cancelled, is that we missed out on anyone making the most obvious joke of the entire series.

The Revenge washes ashore on a Remote Island after a wild lightning storm, or some shit.

Stede: There's no need to bow, friends - we are but pirates!

Wee John: Did he just call us butt-pirates?

Frenchie: Rude

Lucius, at Pete: Damn right, we're butt-pirates.

Pete: You're my cute little butt-pirate...

Jim: [Draws blade] Hey. Speak for yourself.

Archie: [Optimistically] Ehhh, I dunno. I'd go for anything once. Like this time when I was in a butt cult and --

Olu: ... [software failure]

Buttons: Ye cannae. moonbathe. in. yer troos!

Roach, to Fang: ...so, then I like to take the meat, and really RAM it in, ay? Like get it really stuffed in there... [holds up goose]

Ed: [Wistfully] Yeah... yeah, y'know I guess we are butt-pirates.

Izzy: [INTERNAL SCREAMING]

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I am once again thinking about the Eroica+Lupin III inspired Who AU I came up with eons ago

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I've got the Transmasc Mav zoomies and I cannot be stopped

Ice and Sli are looking (dis)respectfully from a distance

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The Hangman's Guide to Winning Over Your Disapproving Admiral-In-Law

Step 3: Never, Ever, Let Him See You Cry

(Part 1 and Part 2)

Maverick: ...and the doctor says it's a miracle he survived at all. Jesus, it should've been me. The Darkstar was my project, I was the test pilot for all the earlier models, but I wanted him there with me, and I wanted to show that I trusted him.

Iceman: He chose this life, he knew the risks. We have to accept that Mav... But damnit it's easier said than done.

Hangman: *Shouts getting louder as he approaches* Rooster! ROOSTER! *Stops in the doorway, out of breath, still in a flight suit* Oh, Bradley... *Walks to his bedside* What.. Is he... Will he be okay?

Maverick: It's hard to say. The doctors say they've done all they can do, at this point it's largely psychological. If the spirit is willing he'll wake up within the next few days and he'll survive, get better and live out his life. But if he doesn't wake up then his body will start to shut down and eventually... They say the odds are 50/50, but I don't know.

Iceman: The thing is, even if he wakes up the doctors are sure he'll never walk again. Everything he's ever wanted, gone just like that, his career as a pilot, the navy, his engagement. How could he possibly want to wake up to all that?

Hangman: Engagement? What, you think he won't want me anymore just because he can't walk? Well tough luck Bradshaw because I ain't goin' nowhere! You tried to get out of this before during the uranium mission and I put a stop to it then too. You're never getting rid of me Bradshaw! Even if I have to steal your wheelchair and tie you to the bed! *Wipes the first tears from his eyes*

Hangman: Speaking of beds, remember we were looking at houses and I wanted that 5th floor walkup because you could see the ocean, but you wanted that 1-story bungalow because it had a yard? Well I guess you went and made that decision for me, you sneaky son of a bitch! But if you wake up, I'll forgive you. I'll even build you a ramp to the front door, and a deck out back so you can sit and enjoy that backyard you wanted so much. Course, I'll have to learn about carpentry and power tools first, but how hard can it be?

Hangman: Hmm... What else can I bribe you with? Ooh, if you wake up we'll have a fun new role playing opportunity. We can pretend we're in Coming Home and you'll be Jon Voight and I'll be Jane Fonda. Unless you wanted to try it the other way, but I don't know how well that will work... *Choked sob*

Hangman: I'm runnin' out of things to say here, Bradley. I guess the real reason you need to wake up is that I love you. I love those hick shirts you wear and the way you always have them buttoned wrong. Look like a giraffe, and I love you. I love how you can only play three songs on the piano, one of which is chopsticks, but whenever you see one you swagger over to it like you're Mozart, and I love the way you blush right up over your ears. I love you because you don't know how to kiss, always shoving your tongue down my throat like you have to map every inch of it because this might be your last chance. You jerk!

Hangman: I love you. Please wake up. I love the life we've had together, but I'm a selfish prick who wants more. Please wake up. I'll love the future life we'll make together and I promise I'll do everything I can to make you love it too... Please wake up Bradley... Please... I love you... Plea... *Breaks down in tears*

Iceman: Jake, my bubbe, when she was married back in Poland she wore a lace veil she'd commissioned from the finest lacemaker in Paris. When the war came and they had to sell everything they had to raise the funds to get out of the country, it was the only thing she kept from her old life. When her son got married, she gave it to my mother to wear as a welcome-to-the-family present. For our wedding, Maverick wore it wrapped around his arm. When you and Bradley get married, I'd like you to wear it.

Hangman:

Hangman: Thank you sir, I'd be honored.

[arcadianreverie]

in a world where rats, turn into stars..

[mollymarymarie]

Ok so I’ve been reading (and re-reading) a lot of your work, and I have to say I really really love your characterizations of Peter!! I honestly never thought I’d say that - for the longest time I kind of avoided fics that featured Peter in even a semi-prominent role, but you’ve crafted his character (and his relationship with Remus!) in such a way that I can appreciate him more than I’ve ever been able to before, seeing all his positive canon traits without being plagued by the very obvious fault. So I just wanted to thank you for that, because I feel like you’ve really opened my mind to his character and by doing so opened up a whole new realm of fic for me 🥰

Oh my gosh, thank you friend!! Thank you for reading (and re-reading) and appreciating my baby Pete!! I don't know how it happened but I developed SUCH a soft spot for Pete, and I prefer to write AUs anyway, so since Sirius always has James, I give Pete to Remus. And I love to make him this soft, blends into the background sort of guy who is unwaveringly loving and supportive because I hate canon so I'll do anything to fuck it up lol

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Answers Unclear

6. AU

From this list of gt prompts

Note: So... this one was tricky for me. Between BTaS and BAU, there are literally so many AU I could possibly choose from. It didn't quite feel fair to pick just one, even if it were an underrepresented one of the bunch.

And then it hit me. Hey, Doctor Who has its own parallel universe in canon. One where things turn out slightly differently than they do in our world, and sometimes have very different results. Anything could happen...

So today's story is set in Pete's World, featuring a Zepheera that never left Orrick. Hope you enjoy!

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Every single thing that Zepheera packed into her large knapsack felt heavy in her hands.

Ordinarily, she'd never dream of leaving like this. Leaving her family behind while she struck out completely on her own. They'd gotten her through so many rough times, and she'd done her best to help them in return.

Dreams were what got her to this point, as it happened. For months, she'd been plagued with visions– they had to be, they were too vivid for Zepheera to have just made them all up in her sleep. She was always in them, running in bizarre-looking locations with some human. 

Like any sensible borrower, Zepheera kept her distance from humans. They were huge, strong, and didn’t often take kindly to their belongings getting pinched, even the little things. And yet she didn't feel threatened by him in these dreams. Quite the opposite, in fact; more often than not, the sight of the man with the long coat and wild hair put her at ease.

He kept calling her name in the dreams. Every time, begging for her to answer, but she always found she had no voice before she woke up.

"You're really doing it, aren't you?"

Zepheera jumped, startled out of her thoughts. She turned around to find a young man with dark auburn hair, still dressed in his sleep clothes as he leaned against the threshold of her room. 

Doing all she could to resist withering under his indigo gaze, Zepheera nodded. "I'm sorry, I just… I have to know what it all means."

Marcue gave a slow nod, but she could tell from the look on his face that he still didn’t fully understand. “Gran, are you sure–?”

“Shh!” Zepheera hissed, closing the distance between herself and Marcue. She listened down the hall for a moment, relieved by the silence she found there, then whispered to the young man, “The children could’ve heard you.”

She counted herself incredibly lucky that her family had been understanding of her unique situation. When she’d discovered that she didn’t seem to age at all since she became an adult, her husband stayed by her side til the moment he passed on. Their daughter was as supportive as she could be while remaining her own individual. 

Having a grandchild was a slightly different experience, as Zepheera didn’t feel comfortable explaining to the boy that she was in fact his grandmother until he was a little older. It wasn’t necessarily that she was worried about Marcue accepting that fact, but she didn’t want him confused to meet other kids with normal grandparents that did not look like Zepheera, and to start asking questions that raised alarms. Zepheera wasn’t one to announce to others outside of her family that she was significantly older than she looked.

She took a similar approach with Marcue’s children. They were still quite small, even the oldest. In the meantime, Zepheera was seen as a friendly neighbor to them, a sort of adopted auntie that loved spending time with them when mum and dad needed a little breathing room. She had every intention of explaining the truth to them, but tonight was not the time.

Marcue sighed and insisted under his breath, “They’re asleep. But really, do you need to go this alone?”

Zepheera didn’t have an easy answer. Ever since her dreams started, she had this feeling that they were calling her somewhere far away, and left a lingering feeling when she awoke. Like there was something she needed wherever it was leading her. She couldn’t begin to explain that, and couldn’t bear to drag her family around for the sake of finding answers.

It didn’t make the decision any easier.

Overcome, Zepheera reached up to wrap her arms around Marcue’s shoulders and dragged him down into a tight hug. This startled him, but he soon hugged her back.

“I’ll be back,” she vowed, giving him one more squeeze before pulling away. “Please…tell everyone that in the morning.”

Blinking quickly, Marcue nodded with more confidence than before. “I will. Be safe, Gran.”

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It was incredibly lucky that the human beings that Zepheera and her family borrowed from had decided to take a trip to London. That journey would have been exponentially longer for a borrower on her own. Once there, the real hunt would start.

Part of her dreams that stuck with her when she woke up was the image of a massive clock tower, which she later learned was named Big Ben. It was a city landmark, so Zepheera hoped it wouldn’t be overly difficult to find and get to.

More than that, she hoped that all this was worth the risk of proximity to human beings. They were a troublesome lot; recent technological advances made it harder and harder for borrowers to remain hidden like they could in the old days. And if that weren't bad enough, one of them had decided to unleash a horde of mechanical monsters all over the world years back. It was all over the news, even borrowers were aware of the threat of the Cybermen. They were spread out enough that the humans could put up a decent fight against them, but borrowers? No chance in hell against those things. 

Most, like Zepheera and her family, found safety in the country. The chances of cyber-attacks weren't zero, but slim enough that they could hope to live in peace, the traditional borrower way. Zepheera would be mad to try and get to the city, let alone on her own.

And here she was, doing just that.

Thankfully, the borrowers who had chosen to remain in the city had a decent handle on navigating it safely. She got very helpful tips to point her in the right direction, and once she was in the actual building, she could make her own way around the walls.

Zepheera stuck closely to them, as it appeared Big Ben was full of scientific and government types, both of which were up there in the types of humans she did not want to find her. If they did, she might never fulfill her promise to see her family again, lost to experiments or goodness only knew what. Still, she’d come this far, and couldn’t turn back until she could find a way to figure out what these dreams of hers meant.

The sight of a tall, slim, wild-haired man giving the other humans a fair bit of sass sent a jolt through Zepheera that felt like lightning running up and down. That was the man in her dream! He dressed a little differently and didn’t have the coat she saw, but he looked and sounded exactly the same otherwise. Maybe if she caught him alone, she thought, he might be willing to hear her out.

It was a risk, especially since he seemed to be one of the scientific types, but he was her only lead.

Lucky for her, it seemed that he spent quite a lot of time alone in his personal lab. Unlucky for her, that was all the way at the top of the clock tower, a hell of a climb for a borrower.

The lab was cluttered enough that Zepheera could make her way around easily without being detected. This human, referred to by the others only as ‘the Doctor’, seemed a bit of a volatile personality. If that was how he was with humans, she couldn’t help being a bit nervous about how he might react to her. But she steeled her resolve and snuck ever closer to the towering man.

He was hunched over his work, muttering to himself all the while. She took solace in the fact that it mostly seemed to be technological tinkering and not so much to do with anything biological, and she hoped that was a good sign. Biding her time, Zepheera seized the opportunity after someone brought him a cuppa and it seemed he was taking a break.

Zepheera stepped out into the open near the corner of the man’s work table, took a deep breath and cleared her throat. “Excuse me,” she said, doing her best to keep the nerves from putting a tremble in her voice.

Brown eyes turned quickly to lock onto her, going through an incredible range of emotions in a few seconds. At first he looked almost annoyed by the interruption to his day, then surprised by the sight of her, and finally an expression of deeper realization and a hint of awe.

“Zepheera??” he exclaimed, setting his tea aside and leaning in for a closer look at the borrower. 

She took a few steps back from his sudden approach, but stood her ground. There was something to all this, to this man, that she had to understand!

“How do you know my name?” she demanded with a much stronger tone than she thought she had in her. “Who are you?”

“Ohhh, well…” The man leaned an elbow on the work top and rested his chin there as he considered the tiny woman before him. “The answers to those questions are…complicated.”

Not one to put up with such an enigmatic non-answer, she crossed her arms and fixed him with a stern glare. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”

That earned her an actual smile from the man, one that seemed strangely sad to Zepheera. “I know you do.”

[muirneach]

guysssss i love the banjooooo

[slautertm]

everyone else her age tonight is at homecoming. everyone else is laughing, trying to sneak booze into the stupid school punch--- but not stephanie lauter. she has... a different sort of date in mind.

her phone was left in the car, the buzzing messages from brenda and stacy, even grace were too much - that had been too much and steph needed to focus- how long she has before someone comes wandering past the waylon hall, be it the people meant to repair this shit hole for the new owners, or cleaners or the cops, she does not have time for distractions, for half assed claims that they miss her, lies of it being lame without her ( lies - they won't even notice her being gone and that's exactly what stephanie lauter is banking on. )

every instinct in her head was arguing with her not to do this and if she thinks too hard, she can hear his hesitance and fear when they first had- she's tempted hell once, who the fuck was foolish enough to tempt it twice? not everyone, however, was desperate to grab onto something, anything to do other than sit in grief and guilt- she had done that for the past few days and it was solving nothing. she needed action. she needed a chance. she needed to try lest she hate herself forever-

-but try and try as she did, going from speaking to screaming the ritual over and over again, the void did not welcome her, it did not respond, it did not breathe or show a sign. at least it appeared to not have. at least until she heard a cold familiar voice.

it was more of a scolding and a scoff that she got in her head, not even a full appearance of the god though she could have sworn she saw something behind her--- pete was not dead, or rather, he was far from gone, the god had said and hope had oh so briefly filled her despite the scene she had seen with her eyes, but he was being taken care of- a tease, more than anything, for when she asked what she would have to do to get him back she had been knocked to her knees by the sheer loud laughter that seemed to echo the walls and then fade in to a slow, soft, tick before the answer came ---

nothing.

...then she was alone. or at least she thought she was alone. if she would have sensed that someone else was lingering she wouldn’t have had the less than pleasant outburst she had, tears slipping from her eyes for the first time since that night, these tears more rage filled and more pointed at herself and their his her choice at the fact that this thing wouldn’t even listen to her and was mocking, that her idea ( which she knew was sour in the first place )a simple trade, her for him, was not even heard, at her hunger to do something, anything about this- there had to be something that she could do, because she knew she would do anything for the split chance of undoing time.

and it was that hunger that she believes brought the other to give her an ear, answers to the questions asked and unasked, and an offer… or the tease of one, and the promise to linger-

just how far are you willing to go? and just how messy, how much are you willing to devour?

tldr — in the aftermath of nerdy prudes in which steph shoots pete, unable to ‘live her life to the fullest’ the late mayors daughter who holds possession of the black book attempts resummons the lords in black to make a deal to bring back pete. no deal is struck but two gods answer- one to mock. one to tempt. and they linger still

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Does Pete Davidson need to borrow money

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it's Borrower Pete Time bc I've finally decided on an outfit for him I think

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@wnterslder asked: “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  ( mcu peter! )

send  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it.

"Some Maggia guy who got lucky with a knife," he muttered from beneath his mask, trying to suppress a wince as he carefully used his webs to cover the long gash in his arm before moving on to his leg- also in a similar state. He'd moved fast enough to avoid anything more serious, but not quite enough to avoid any injury. It probably had something to do with the fact that he hadn't slept properly in a day or two but... Well, he'd needed to get away from Peter Parker's problems for a while. Away from the empty apartment that still didn't feel like home- just the place he kept his stuff. And slept. Sometimes.

"Looks worse than it is," he said, attempting to joke a little even if his heart wasn't in it at the moment. "I'll be fine. Thanks."

[angels-read-fanfiction-too]

Some very quick Eltingville valentines headcannons ^^!

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Bill Dickey:

He did NOT know it was valentines day

The type of guy to complain about how it was made up by company's to make money or some other joyless crap

If he did get you something, it would probably be simple and related to something you both like so he could borrow it lol

Gets kinda defensive and embarrassed if you try to pull anything lovey dovey on him but if you give him something important to him and something that shows you care about him and his interests, he will be very touched!

After that gift, he isn't very physically affectionate but he does just generally stand and sit much closer to you

Probably brags about whatever you get for him to his friends, rubbing the fact that he has a partner and they don't in their faces

I imagine he gives you some money for you to spend yourself since it was so last minute and didn't want to get you a bad valentines present so just figured this was easier

Pete Dinuzio:

He sets up a little movie night!

He doesn't fully get the appeal of valentines but he knows he's gotta put in some kind of effort

Lots and lots of chocolate and snacks for you two to share! If you can stomach the movie he chooses

He might let you choose the movie this time but only with the promise that he gets to next time

Definitely tried to pull some FREAKY shit...

Just thinks it's natural for couples to do that kind of thing on valentines and that you two should too

I don't know how but i get he still kinda stinks after a shower, i don't know how to describe it but i could never imagine him smelling anything but bad

You can decide if you want that stuff to happen but it will definitely start with a steamy make out session to an insanely gory scene in a disgusting horror movie

Josh Levy:

I can imagine him asking his mum on what clothes he should get you; something simple like a cardigan or a top or some pyjamas

Invites you over and asks his parents to leave (which they don't do) so he's kinda pissy when you get there

You both have some dinner together that his mum made and he probably gets forced to wear something slightly less slobbish. Nothing fancy, just maybe something that doesn't reek and has something other than a geeky reference on it

He still has that dune t-shirt underneath his jumper and immediately gets back into that after dinner

I can imagine Bill as Greedo318 trying to bother him on his night with you since he previously mentioned to the club that he'd be going on a date

It's your choice wether you want to try to talk him out of fighting back against Bill's very clear rage bait but either way, you'll have to calm him down after lolol ^^

He truly appreciates having you around and having someone to truly understand him away from the mocking the club gives him and he tells you that on that night <3

Jerry Stokes:

Also forgot lol ^^

Rushed to the shops on the day to get some flowers but there was only kinda shitty wilted ones so he had to make do

He didn't really clean himself up much but probably did a once over to check if he was looking particularly grimy and did a small wash if he was

He rings your doorbell and gives you the flowers when you answer, happy but also nervous since he almost forgot valentines with his first partner!

"Beedee beedee beedee! Happy Valentines, buck!"

He gives you a kiss on the cheek and comes in to hang out with you

You both do pretty mundane everyday things and it's just very comfortable ^^

You two might do some doodles of your dnd characters kissing or writing a little story about how they could meet lolol!

Probably pretty bad at kissing but he does kiss you so points for confidence!

You two are like always touching in some way through out the night; holding hands, kissing, hugging, sitting right next to each other so your legs are touching etc

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Sorry this was so short but happy valentines everyone!

[military-newsboys]

Ice: Hey Pete, can I borrow your keys? I lost mine. Mav, grabbing and throwing something from his pocket: Yeah sure, here. Ice: ... Ice: Babe? Mav: What? Ice: This is an engagement ring. Mav, patting his pockets: STUPID CARGO PANTS AND THEIR STUPID POCKETS

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January 7 - Jewelry | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 301

“Prongs, can I borrow one of your ties? I don’t know what happened to mine?” 

James hums, “Go ahead.”

Sirius thanks them and walks over to their nightstand to start digging around for the ties that they keep in there. It’s only after a couple seconds, James can see him make a face out of the corner of their eye, “Since when do you wear jewelry?” 

James furrows their brows, “What?”

By the time that they fully turn to him, Sirius pulls out several silver chains. He puts it on the nightstand, then brings out a couple pairs of earrings and rings. After all of the metal is on the nightstand, he fully turns to them, “You don’t wear silver, I’ve told you that gold looks better on your complexion.” 

This grabs the attention of Remus and Pete, who look over at the nightstand. Remus hums, “That’s a lot of jewelry.” James glares at him, he knows too much. 

And Sirius knows this now too, whipping around to his boyfriend, “Did you know about this? Whatever… this is?” Then they turn back to James, “Did you get this stuff for me? If so, you’re not hiding it very well. And I don’t like snakes…” he gestures to a pair of snake earrings. 

James sighs and shakes their head, “They’re my boyfriend’s. He’ll sometimes leave some of his jewelry on accident when he stays the night and told me to just keep it when he leaves stuff.”

“Since when have you had a boyfriend?” 

“Since your brother angrily asked me out after we won the Quidditch cup.” They hum, “I’m surprised that you didn’t recognise your own brother’s jewelry.”

“You're a bitch.” Sirius says, but he’s smiling. He tackles James to their bed, messing with their hair. James goes down easily, laughing.