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[piers-a-go-go]

send my muse one of these:

"I hope you’re happy."

"I can’t believe you talked me in to this."

"I have an idea…"

"What the hell did you do?"

"Did you do this?"

"You look better in that than I did."

"Is it supposed to do that?"

"I’m pretty sure I like you."

"I’m pretty sure I don’t like you."

"How do I do this?"

"Why are you taking so long?"

"Have you seen my pants?"

"Was it something I said?"

"Can you zip me up?"

"I love yooo-ur hair."

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Creepy Killer Sentence Meme

"I am going to kill you slowly."

"I am so into you right now…"

"I know what this looks like…"

"I wasn’t feeling particularly murderous but you have suddenly changed my mood."

"No. No, no, no, no…"

"Please don’t kill _______."

"Please don’t kill me."

"Red would be a fabulous color for you."

"That’s creepy."

"Who did you kill?”

"Who do I have to kill to get a drink in this place?"

"You cheated on me with who?”

"You didn’t eat it, did you?"

"You have to make a decision."

"You’re lucky, I’m in a generous mood today."

"You’re right, it was a bad idea."

“Could someone hand me a heavy, blunt object?”

“I’ve got a gun. It’s loaded. Any questions?”

“I… I think I killed someone.”

“Isn’t this how everyone in every horror movie has ever died?”

“So, we’re not going out to dinner?”

“So, what is this?”

“Something terrible happened here.”

“Stay here. We’ll order out, watch a movie, open a bottle of wine…”

“Trust me, I’m a doctor.”

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           -outofnivans

{won't be on much today, hanging out with my boyfriend. I'll reply as soon as possible.}

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"Hobbit?" Deep lines furrowed in his brow as he turned a head to his friend, giving him a harsh glare.

"That's'just rude." Piers shook his head and crossed his arms around his chest.

"I might be a little buzzed," a little my ass. "but I know a cute boy when I see one, and that," Pointing towards the door closing, "that is a cute boy." 

Piers' paused for a moment, as if some world altering epiphany had hit him. His eyes unfocused, and a dead expression fell on his face.

"..the fucks a hobbit?" he whispered to himself, throwing his head up in drunken confusion.

The boy left the bathroom, now clothed, but just as cute. Piers' eyes never left their attention from him as he walked over to the couch. That same dumbstruck expression found its way to his face upon the boy returning, and Piers' would never admit it, but he might have even been blushing, just a tad. When the boy stated the obvious, Piers' lips let out a soft laugh, though, it wasn't humors to Piers in the least. It was more of a nervous reaction to sweet sound that was his voice. He had been to lovesick to even notice his old friend eating face with the floor, he just kept himself locked on the younger boy. 

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The fuck did he just say? — Lippe’s almost too far gone to really think it through, but when he sees the look on Piers’ face, it’s all he needs to know that he is totally coming onto his kid brother of all people. “He looks like a hobbit. You’re fuckin’ pissed, man. He’s, like, twelve.” Blame it on the alcohol.

Oh… my, gosh. As if his skin could redden anymore, Foster takes a few steady steps back into the bathroom and shuts the door, dropping the towel to the floor and quickly shuffling into some proper underpants. From there, he goes the extra mile and puts actual pants and one of Lippe’s gigantic sweatshirts on — something he might not

have done if Piers hadn’t just — what the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? He doesn’t want to go back out, but he does — and it’s something he couldn’t explain if he tried. He peaks back out, moves his older brothers legs with his foot, and walks past them but his eyes linger on them from over his shoulder as he takes a seat on the couch. “You’re drunk.” Thank you captain Obvious. Which, by the way, Lippe might have slurred out. Foster wasn’t sure — as, for that moment, his brother was literally face first in the carpet.

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Send me "black bird" for a darker memory of my muse's past

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•3•

I'll tell you flat out,

breaking my back just to know your name,

if actions spoke louder than words, you'd have made me deaf by now,

we walk through the doorway, heard you calling from the hall, 

this is gospel for the fallen ones

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•3•

I know that it is freezing, 

katie, don't cry, I know, 

it's an awful way to feel, 

Hey, don't write yourself off yet, 

turn your back now, lose yourself in hesitation

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•3•

Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret, 

How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable, 

A withered past and a blurry future,

Take off your fucking mask, 

Please, just don't play with me

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"Hmm,"

He pondered for a moment.

"I don't think so. I was close friends with them before we met, but we kind of drifted. We just started talking again." But truly, Peter hadn't met really any of Piers' friends.

There was nothing wrong with a boyfriend being curious, but something about this made Piers a little uneasy.

"Why, babe?"

He asked, in a way just sweet enough to not come off as bugged. Piers slid his phone in his shirt pocket, then wrapped his arm back in it's former place.

don't forget where you belong

-

Peter hummed happily at the kisses, eyes shut. “Mm, missed you more,” Peter murmured, pouting when the arm was take from his waist. Yeah, nope. He didn’t like that one bit. 

"So, have I met this friend?" Is this friend attractive? Do I need to go talk to this friend? Must I get ghetto because of this friend? Peter kept his voice as sweet as he could, one eye open. 

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He gives her a stern look, and ignores her agitation. "Piers Nivans of the BSAA," He flashes his badge at her. "Are you Dana, Dana Mercer?"  

piers-a-go-go entered the apartment

"AH! Mother… fucker… knock!"

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•3•

Push it out, fake a smile,

I never would of thought that,

When I see your smile,

Your hands at your side, looking down,

Everybody's got their problems

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Piers' laughed quickly died down, and his smile fell from his lips. He eyed the boy, looking dazed. Water dripped from his skin and a towel was the only thing hugging against his bare body. It would be an understatement to say Piers was starstruck. Piers was too wasted to remember that was the 5 year old that clung to his leg, and dragged him to the park, and the fact that he was his best friend's younger brother fell from his mind, all he could think about was the way his eyes seemed to glow. 

"Yo-you're c-cute." A smirk found it's way back to the flustered drunk man's face. "Do-don't you thin-think so, Lippe?"

PIers wasn't the brightest under the influence. 

-

That was it. That was all it took to send him into a fit of laughter so strong that it brought him to his very knees, and it was probably among the stupidest of jokes Piers had made in his twenty-seven years. They had always been like this, though. And Lippe wouldn’t have it any other way. As he’s practically snorting himself into the next dimension, the door opens, and a very confused blonde boy stands very still.

When he heard his brother laughing, Foster couldn’t help but think he was up to no good — and, oh, boy, was he right. He steps out into the center of what seems to be a laughing audience, and for anyone without clothes on, this can be quite nervewrecking. Not to mention, he had just been belting out the lyrics to a freakin’ Miley Cyrus song. “What the fuck?” — He sounds angry, and he is, with Lippe. But, his accomplice? Foster doesn’t recognize him at first. Why would he? He was five years old the last time he really saw him. It didn’t take long, though, considering how prominent of a person he had actually been. “Piers?” — Wasn’t he dead? There’s a sort of confused fear in his gaze as he looks at him, head canted and eyes widening as the seconds went on. 

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Send me a •3• and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to you as a poem.

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Piers wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, planting kisses all over his back.

"I'm glad to hear that."

He rested his forehead on his back, grinning into the fabric of his shirt, taking in the the familiar scent. He loved the way Peter smelled, as clique as it was. 

"Mmm, I missed you too, honey." He felt the light buzzing from his cellphone and drew an arm away from Peter's waist, picking it up and once again, typing a way at the screen, with one arm still coiled around Peter's waist. 

don't forget where you belong

-

Peter could have sat down next to Piers, but where was the fun in that? Peter sat right down on Piers’ lap, snuggling up to his boyfriend. “Mhm, I’m fine.” While he hated death, he was very used to it. 

Peter smiled a little, resting his head on Piers’ shoulder. “Mhm, yours.” Yeah, he was definitely in a jealous-y sort of mood. “Missed you today,”

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"H-He's like,"

Piers struggled to maintain a steady flow of words. His mind a haze from the glass after glass of booze he threw down his throat that night.

"The back-street nerds."

He struggled to hold back the laughter at his own joke, but it slipped out in a loud burst.

"Ge-get it, cause' he's a NERD."

Even if they hadn't been shit-faced out of their minds, the two wouldn't of been much different. There was always something about Lippe that had a way of putting a smile on Piers' face, even over the most ridiculous things. Lippe could utter the word 'fart', and for some odd reason, it would send Piers into a laughing fit that was sure to cause his throat to ache later. He was always in bliss around the old friend, and after practically dying in China, there was nothing better than getting drunk and laughing at his best friend's  younger brother, singing from the shower. Piers couldn't be happier anywhere else. 

        “What a dweeb,” his words come out in between wheezes of pure and total laughter, face flushed and eyes, at this point, hardly focused. Lippe’s sitting next to one of his best friend’s in the entire world, who up until tonight — he’d believed to be dead. They spent hours upon hours at the bar across the street, and now they were sitting in front of the bathroom door, listening to his kid brother (younger by about ten years — seventeen) belt out the lyrics to Miley Cyrus’ Wrecking Ball. In truth, the alcohol and laughable situation is making it a lot easier to deal with being with him; seeing as just the sight of his old friend brought back memories he’d tried to block out — none to any fault of Piers, but to that of a man who couldn’t recognize his own feelings and essentially dug his own grave of lost feelings and uncertain repercussions. ”He sounds like one of them kids in the boy band. What’s it called? All Directions?”

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Piers placed his phone down and gave the the other a concerning gaze. "I-I'm sorry, baby, are you gonna be alright?" He knew how much death affected the other; death was a part of Piers life and job, but that didn't mean Piers couldn't understand it's affects on others.

He sat up, once again, his smile grew at the contact of his lips to his forehead. He patted the empty seat next to him, asking Peter to join him.

"Not much, HQ didn't call me in at all today, so I've been waiting around for my spidey to get home." He cooed. 

don't forget where you belong

-

"Bad Spidey assignment. Lotta death." Peter hated death. It was just a thing.

Peter leaned against the counter, quickly eating his cupcake. “Mm,” Mm. A friend. Who the hell was that? Peter would have to take the attention off of the friend. Peter moved back over to Piers, kissing at his forehead again. 

"That’s nice. What’d you do today, lovey?"

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"Why's that, Petey?"

His smile grew at the lips against his forehead, but his attention stayed glued to his phone, and he barely noticed his boyfriend disappear into the kitchen.

"Uh, a friend."

Piers didn't like when people got nosy, and he couldn't help but be put off by the tone in his voice, but Piers had been sure he didn't sound annoyed, he kept his reply calm and relaxed. 

don't forget where you belong

-

Peter maybe was on a little jealousy kick that day. Maybe that’s why he glared at the phone in Piers’ hands like it had personally wronged him. Whatever. 

"Not the best, but whatever." Peter walked over to Piers and pressed a kiss to his forehead before heading into the kitchen to grab a cupcake. 

"So, who ya texting?" Did he sound bitchy? Oops.