#JOE N ANDY MAKING THE SAME FACE

[fangirlings-things]

Being a member of the Guard and having a love/hate relationship with Booker would include headcanons

anon said: hey! Can I please have some hc about being a member of the old guard and having a love and hate relationship with Booker? Something like you wrote in your other imagine. hope this is okay, thank you!

A/N: hii, love! of course it's okay! I love Booker, so it's always a pleasure to write for him! hope you like this 💖

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The thing about Booker, is that he has a talent to annoy you

Ever since you two first met, the french man showed you that temper that would just drive you crazy, unstoppably

It is as if he takes pleasure in contradicting you, and that of course, makes you want to kill him

Which you actually did, more than once

Everytime the team gets together for a job, he presents you that convinced smile of his and with irony, says how much he has missed you

You absolutely cannot work in plans together, since you always end up at each other's throats, more arguing than anything else

You do work fine together in the field, but you strongly believe that is because killing people do not require for you both to actually communicate

If you had a huge fight, you would give each other threatening looks later while sharing a meal with the others

Andy is annoyed by your bickering at each other. She is the boss and when she says so, you both stop fighting at the very same instant and do whatever she tells you to

Nicky and Nile mostly just roll their eyes at all the swearing and argument you have with each other, from time to time muttering to themselves how you both are such childs when it comes to one another

Joe finds it funny. He can't stop laughing whenever you both start screaming, shouting your lungs out because of something probably stupid, like who would get to go in first at the job

When Nicky asks him about it, he just says the fun is in the fact that you both don't see what's right in your faces

Occasionally, after a harsh job or just a bad day for both, you would allow yourselves to share a drink together in silence, just hoping for the alcohol to kick in soon

Whenever Booker spoke about his sons and all the grief he still felt after so much time, you wouldn't be able to deny to yourself how bad you felt for him and you would hug him, comfort him, even though you would later pretend that never happened

And he would pretend it either, even though that meant a lot to him. The fact that you cared

For some time, you would give yourselves a break from each other. But then, all of the sudden, the fighting and screaming would come back and in Nile's words, "everything would go back to normal"

And Joe woud laugh again at that and when it happened, Andy would be the one to ask why he was laughing, how he could find that funny. And for that, looking at his boss, he would say

"Me and Nicky were exactly like that in the beginning. Don't you remember it, boss?"

[fobredactedove]

im sorry i dont wanna be that person and bring zoophilia here but-

imagine tboy!joe and andy doing a scene. joe's all tied up on the bed with a little gag in his mouth while andy teases him with a small dildo, edging him and telling him that he cant cum just yet. he runs his hands up and down joes thighs before taking the dildo out, making joe whine and whimper. andy just gives him a look and tells him to be a good boy and wait.

he gets up off the bed and walks out of the room only to come back a few moments later with their dog, a sweet lab. he gets all excited when he sees joe because ohmygosh! its been forever since hes seen his owner! (its been like 30 minutes but hey, he loves joe) he pounces up on the bed, tail wagging happily as he sniffs around. he licks at joes thighs while andy just praises him and scratches his head. joe however, whimpers and tugs at the rope hes tied up with, looking up at andy, confused. andy moves his hand down and leads the pups head toward joes ignored little cunt. he sniffs a minute before starting to lick at it and eat joe out happily.

joe moans and ruts his hips around thinking nonono this is wrong- but at the same time, he throws his head back and just moans because god does it feel good. andy watches from the side while his partner cries out, pleading for andy to let him cum. he pets joes head and nods softly. and joe cums. harder than he ever has. toes curling while he cries out loud, arching his back off the bed the best he can. the pup just licks away at his little cunt while he cums, tail wagging softly. his tongue sweeps through his folds and over his clit over and over again.

andy pets the dogs back while looking at joe. "such a good boy," he says, running a hand through joes hair as well. "but you arent done yet, baby." joes eyes go wide with a small sob as he looks at his dom again. the pup just licks away, digging his little tongue into joes cunt without a care in the world. joe writhes and cries from the oversensitivity. hes never cum more than once before!

andy sits down on the bed beside joe and coos at him quietly, running his hand through his again. "my good boy, j," he whispers. "one more and you can be done okay?" joe nods pathetically, twitching and flinching every time the pups tongue slides over him.

before he knows it, hes cumming again. hes crying out with tears streaming down his face. its so overstimulating. his body jerks and ruts around as he cums, yelling around the gag. andy moves up and gently pushes the dog away, shooing him out of the room for a moment.

he goes back to joe, whos sniffling softly and still twitching a small bit. andy carefully removes the gag from joes mouth and kisses his cheek. joe doesnt say anything as andy unties him and pulls him into his lap.

"you did so, so good for me tonight, my prince," he coos down at joe. he just curls up into andys chest, hugging him tightly.

"hurts," he whispers quietly as he squeezes andy.

"oh you poor thing," andy tuts, gently rocking joe in his arms. "dyou want me to run a bath for you?" he asks. joe nods quickly with a quiet 'mhm'.

he lifts joe up and carries him into their bathroom to set him down in the tub. he turns the water to a warm temperature and puts the plug in before grabbing out a towel for his boyfriend. joe pulls his knees up to his chest, wiping away his tears. andy sets the towel down and turns back to joe.

"i didnt go too far, did i?" he murmurs softly, giving joe a comforting look.

"n-no-" joe whispers back. "just new, i guess."

"okay, sweet boy. ill go grab you some clothes and ill be right back, okay?"

joe whines and gives him the best puppy dog eyes he can. "stay? please?" andy sighs softly but nods, stripping himself down as well before climbing behind his boyfriend. andy pulls him into his lap again, his arms wrapping around joe while his head lays on his shoulder. he gently runs his fingers over joes chest, caressing his fading scars.

"you are the most handsome boy, you know that, dont you?" joe giggles softly and nods, leaning back against andy.

"i love you so much, andy," he mumbles.

"i love you more than you would know, j."

haha my bad that was really long-

not signing my usual anon on this :3 ill just say

🐻 anon

<3

[exceptonmidnightslikethis]

The Last Of The Real Ones

Summary: This was supposed to be a song fic based on the song of FOB, but i decided to not include most of the lyrics. And Y/N is the wife of Patrick Stump just because i have a major crush on him since i can remember.

Genre: Drabble / Fluff / Angst

Notes: Please take it easy, this is my first fic.

Patrick was used to be alone. He said to his friends once that he felt like an only child of the universe basically, not because he was indeed an only child. In fact, he had a brother and a sister. But he never connected with them. Or to anyone, really. Most of his songs he usually wrote alone for the same reason. People just didn’t seem to understand him in a deep level. Well, that until he met y/n. She was in most of his classes in high school and was the one to tell him that he had the most beautiful voice she ever heard sing. That alone was enough to make him put aside his fears of stage and be more out there. Not long after, Patrick met the other guys and formed Fall Out Boy.

Y/N on the other hand went on with her life. He thought he was never going to see her again after graduation because she went to another country to College. But life likes to play with us. That’s was going into y/n mind when she stepped out of her friend’s office and bumped into Patrick, her old crush that she hadn’t seen in what? Almost eleven years? Must have been something like that. His childish smile was the same, though. And noticing that, she almost dropped the terapist indication her friend had just giving her. She was back in town but, as friends couldn’t be eachothers patients, she had to just trust that the indication would be just as good.

Patrick’s name was being called but you manage to give him a smile and a quick hi before he disappeared into the doors you had just come out of. There was approximately one million things running into his mind at that time, but somehow he managed to whisper an “I missed you” before going in. Those three words turned you head upside down, of course. You had been friends, but that was eleven years ago and long before he had become a musical sensation. And you would never want to look like a groupie, but truth be told, you just loved his songs.

The words that he said kept spinning around your head until you texted your friend at the end of the day. Yes, he was one of her patients. And no, she couldn’t give you his number, but of course you knew that. What you didn’t knew, on the other hand, was that he had asked her for the same thing in her office. And she was your friend, not your terapist, what meant that yes, she had given your number to him. But you’d only find that out later in the night, when he texted you from an unknown number.

“Y/n y/l/n? Same from music, literature, science and a great number of other classes from high school that i can’t remember right now? This is Pat. Save this number, but please don’t share it. Was good seeing you today again.”

 You quickly responded. “Yeah, Patrick, this is y/n. And of course i won’t share it.. you’re like a rockstar now, right? Probably every single girl in the planet wants this number lol. I’m not crazy enough to even say that i have it out loud. People could, i don’t know, steal my phone or something just for this info.”

On the other side of the screen Patrick laughed at your answer. He had just finished a show and was eating with the boys when he decided to text you. Pete was trying to look at his phone now while Andy and Joe were on their on conversation. “Oh, that could be really dangerous, you know. But only if i give you Pete’s number. Then you’re doomed. Lol” You made a funny face while reading it. You remembered how insecure Patrick used to be in high school, but he couldn’t be like that anymore and also be all Michael Jackson in stage, right?

Still, you felt compeled to reply. “Oh, we shouldn’t let this happen then. Especially ‘cause, all do respect to Pete, he doesn’t have my favorite voice in the whole world, you know. And, tell me again, why are we texting and not at a call when i could be hearing that voice?” You bite your lip as you hit send. He takes his time and, for a minute, you think you ruined the whole thing. After all, it could be only friends reconnecting. But something inside you said that it was now or never.

Your face brightens when you see his face on the screen of your phone and answers the call. “Hey Pat.” You say. He can feel the smile in your voice.  “Hey Y/N. Good to know i’m still your favorite singer.” You laugh nervously and replies. “What can I say.. I’m a sucker for a high lyric tenor like you.” He laughs and you can say for sure that he’s blushing. You remembered his vocal type in music class. “Tell me, Pat.. when will i get to see those beautiful blue eyes again? It’s been a long time.” You let the question linger. He doesn’t think much before he answer you. “Well, you seen them today as i recall, but i’m available whenever you are. In fact, what are you doing now?” You can’t help but laugh when you hear his answer. Things with Patrick was Always easy to you. Although no one around could understand how the two of you got along so well.

“Hm.. nothing, i think. It’s past one a.m.. What’s on your mind?” You asked. It took him a while to answer this time. “Would you mind if i visit? I mean.. now.” You think for only a second before answering. “No, not at all. I’ll text you the address. Just.. come alone, please. Nothing against the boys, of course, but we don’t want a commotion happening in my building right now. Will be hard enough to have you comming in without anyone disturbing you.” He laughs before responding. “Okay. I’ll see you in a few.” He wasn’t planning on sharing you with them anyway. At least not until he knew what he was dying to know since high school.

He texted you from the front door and you came to lead him inside. Thank goodness it was late, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to take him to your apartment with peace and quiet around both of you. He smiled at you with his hands in his pockets once you were both in your living room. “Oh, geez. I guess i should say this, just to make it clear, Pat. I don’t usually take guys to my apartment at this hour.” You smiled nervously and so did he. “I know you, Y/N. I know.” The time could have passed, but for him you were still the same beautiful girl. Woman now, he guess. But still, the same pure heart. The same real person.. the only who seemed to understand him and also drain all the fears from him. Next to you he felt like superman.

“So.. do you want something to drink?” You asks, mouth suddenly dry. “I’ll take a glass of water.” You served you both a generous glass of water and, a second later, dranked yours all in one huge gulp. He almost choked as he started laughing at you. He couldn’t tell why all of the sudden you were the one so nervous while he was chill. “Calm down, Y/N. I’m not going to bite.” He says, trying to help you let go of your nerves. “I wish you would. Then I could make sure you’re the same Pat from high school.” You responded. A second later you regretted saying realizing what it could sound like. But in the end you knew you meant it. The kisses both of you shared on the prom at high school was probably the best you’ve ever had, even though the bite he left on your neck got you in trouble for weeks.

Listening to this, he got closer. “Are you sure? I mean, i could.” The laugh was deeper this time. Sexier. “You know what i meant. Oh, god. My new therapist is totally screwed. I just scheduled a session with him and now all of this happen.” You blurted out. “Don’t worry, i won’t mention who exactly you are. I don’t mean to get you in trouble or something. Is just that.. all this.. is being unsolved for awhile now.” He laughs and you can’t help but laugh with him. “Oh, wait. I thought only my therapist knew all about you. And i mean literally all since i discovered today that she’s being your best friend since you’ve been roomates in college.” You hit your forehead with your hand. “I hope she didn’t tell you anything embarassing.” He smiled. “What if she did?” You came closer to him. “Then you would have to remind me to kill her.” His smile became larger. “Is it really that bad?” You shook your head. He wasn’t getting any more info then she already told him. “Well, if it helps, i can tell you why she gave me your number today.”

“I’m listening.” You reply as he gets even closer. At this point you could feel eachother’s breath. His smelled like mint, as always. “I told her how i’ve been head over heels for you since basically freshman year.” He had a straight face on now. No kidding. He was assuming his love for you. And it wasn’t even a dream. “And how I haven’t heard of this sooner?” You asked. “I meant to tell you the day after prom, but you had already moved.” He aswer quickly enough for you to know that it’s not a lie. “Well, Mr. Stump, that’s a shame. It could have saved us.. about eleven years. Since i’ve been in love with you too.” His beautiful blue eyes came closer to yours and you could even see the amazing yellow rings around the pupils that made his eyes so unique. You’d always draw them when you were distracted. “No. Fucking. Way.” He was so close your lips were almost touching. “Oh, now my new therapist will most certainly have to hear about you, Pat.” When you finished the sentence he closed the distance between your lips and you finally kissed.

It tasted exactly like eleven years before, but somehow better.

That’s probably why you never let him go again. And all that therapist talk got him inspired to do a song about you and how he wasn’t alone anymore.

[pmvstump]

hello may i have your attention please.

thank you have a good day.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Faking It–Joe Keery

Joe's POV

I walked into our apartment to see Y/N sitting on the couch with her feet tucked under herself and her laptop balancing on a pillow on her lap. I couldn't help but smile when I noticed her chewing on her bottom lip–a habit she's developed over the last couple of months.

About three months ago, Y/N went back to school to get a law degree. She's one of those people who went to college and wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to do with her life. She originally got her degree in social work, but after she graduated she wasn't sure if she really wanted to go into that field. Now she's trying to see how she feels about law.

Y/N and I have known each other for a long time. About as long as I've known her brother, Y/B/N. He and I have been best friends since the first grade. Y/N is only a year and a half younger than us so occasionally she hung out with us as well. That, of course, stopped when Y/B/N and I got to middle school and we thought we were too cool to hang out with a fifth grader. Y/N didn't mind. She started making her own friends as soon as we stopped hovering over her.

I've always been protective of Y/N. She's been like a little sister to me, so when Y/B/N told me Y/N was moving to LA and needed help finding an apartment, I didn't hesitate to offer to take her in until she found a place.

That was three years ago. She jumped right into law school and instantly got buried by the work. She kept stuttering that she'd move out by the end of the month, but I continued to reassure her that there was no rush. She tried to object, but I told her that she should focus on school and move out whenever things slowed down.

"Hey," I said after she didn't look up when I walked in.

When she still didn't look up at me, I placed my backpack on the chair and walked over to her. I made her jump as I pushed her laptop closed.

"Oh," she said under her breath. "Hi, Joe. When did you get home?"

"Just now," I laughed as I sat next to her. "I see you're in the exact same spot I left you this morning."

"Not the exact same location," she tried to reassure me. She smiled at the knowingly-teasy look on my face. "I was sitting where you are this morning. I moved a couple of hours ago."

"A couple of hours ago?" I laughed. "Y/N, I told you to start using my office. The chair is comfortable. The wifi is strong. Plus, you won't kill your back being hunched over."

"And I told you, I was fine."

She laughed when I rolled my eyes. I sighed and sat back into the cushions. Y/N hesitated before finally putting her laptop on the coffee table and bringing her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs, leaning her chin on her knees.

"You had your PR meeting with Andy, right?" She asked. "How'd it go?"

I groaned and leaned my head back. Y/N laughed as she reached over and started running her fingers through my hair.

Damn. I loved when she did this.

"That bad, huh?"

"Did you know that I'm known as a player?"

"What?" She laughed. "Who calls you a player?"

"Apparently, my fans think all I do is drink, party, and sleep with every woman in town," I sighed.

"That sounds more like season one Steve Harrington than Joe Keery," Y/N teased. "What did Andy say about it?"

"The obvious," I shrugged. "He wants to change what people think."

"Does he have a plan?"

"He does indeed," I sighed. "He wants me to start dating someone."

"Because it's just that easy," she scoffed making me laugh. "Did he have a group of women lined up for you to choose from?"

"Nope," I laughed. "He said it was up to me."

"Okay then," she smiled. I laughed when she grabbed her phone off the coffee table.

"What are you going to do?" I chuckled.

"I just happen to go to school with some of the most prestigious women, a.k.a. future lawyers, in LA. I'm sure I can find someone who would happily play the role of Joe Keery's Arm Candy."

She looked up at me, her smile dropping when she saw the look on my face. "What's wrong?"

"Andy already had a person in mind," I confessed.

"Okay," Y/N shrugged as she put her phone on the armrest. "Who?"

I bit the inside of my cheek as I hesitated to tell her Andy's plan. The longer I held back, the more the look in her eyes dropped.

"Andy was thinking," I said, clearing my throat, "about you."

"Me? Why would Andy want us to. . . "

"It doesn't have to be real," I said, probably a little too quickly. I cleared my throat again before continuing, "He isn't trying to force us together. He just wants us to be seen in public together a couple of times. Mainly because the Free Guy premiere in two weeks."

"Wait, what?" Y/N stuttered.

"Yeah," I sighed, realizing that I hadn't mentioned it before. "Andy wants us to be seen in public, sorta start rumors, and then he wants you on my arm at the premiere."

I knew I wasn't making any sense, but I couldn't figure out how to explain it to her in a way that made sense. I was trying to make it sound like I wasn't using her, which is hard when that's exactly what I'm doing.

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I know how this sounds. Andy had the idea and he ran with it. And you know how he gets. I tried to make him see that we shouldn't involve you in this world and, besides, you might not want to be in it. He was just thinking we have such a long history and it's one we can't fake."

"I get it," she said, completely surprising me.

"You do?" I stuttered.

"We've known each other long before you started acting," she nodded. "Andy's right. We're super close and it would be easy to fake."

There was something about the way she said "fake" that made me nervous. I opened my mouth to tell her she didn't need to do this, but she cut me off.

"Does Andy want us to go out tonight or did he have something else planned?" She asked.

"He said it was up to us." I held my breath, nervous for a reason I couldn't put my finger on. "What would you like to do tonight?" I added.

"We could go to dinner," she shrugged. "Paparazzi always find you when you go out. We could use that to our advantage."

"That's smart," I said, still kind of shocked she agreed to this. I wasn't planning on trying to convince her.

"Then it's settled," Y/N said as she slowly started to stand up. "Does 6 work for you tonight? Or should we go later?"

"6 works," I stuttered.

"Perfect."

I watched her walk back to her room, still shocked that she had agreed to start fake dating me.

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Reader's POV

After I agreed to fake date Joe, I had a weird pit in my stomach. I told him that I was okay with it, but the truth is I'm not sure I am.

I spent the rest of the day in my room. I eventually started getting ready for Joe's and my date. I showered, but couldn't decide what to wear or how much makeup to put on.

I quickly slipped on a tank top and some shorts before walking to Joe's room. I hesitated outside his door. When I realized how ridiculous this was, I forced myself to shake off any nerves and finally knock. I bit my lip when I heard him call out he was coming.

"Hey," he smiled as soon as he opened the door. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I said nervously. "I just um. . . I was trying to get ready for tonight and. . . I have no idea what I should wear to go on a date with a famous actor."

"Anything you want," he chuckled as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Should I wear a dress? Or is that too fancy? Maybe I should wear a skirt. But that could be not fancy enough. Jeans definitely wouldn't work. But then again. . . "

"Y/N," Joe cut me off with a small laugh. He stepped forward and gently grabbed my hands. "Wear whatever you feel comfortable in."

"But. . ."

"Hey," he cut me off again. "I don't care what other people think or say. I know we're doing this for Andy, but I'd hate for you to feel pressured or cornered. I want you to be 100% comfortable with me tonight, okay? Just think of it as you and me going to dinner. We've done that hundreds of times."

"Okay," I whispered. I started to walk away, but his grip on my hand tightened.

"Wait," he said gently. "You don't have to do this, Y/N. I can tell Andy that I'm not comfortable with dragging you into this. I'm not, honestly."

"It's okay," I shrugged. "I want to help you, Joe."

"I promise," he said, almost desperately. "I won't let anything happen that you aren't comfortable with. Everything we do, you have a say in. I swear, Y/N. If there is anything that you aren't comfortable doing or going to, please tell me and I'll shut it down."

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Dinner was actually a lot of fun. After our talk, I got ready and we went to our favorite restaurant. I was a little nervous at first, but we both relaxed. And just like we wanted, the paparazzi found us.

Even though that one dinner did everything that Andy wanted it to, we continued going out in public together. Joe would take my hand or wrap his arm around my waist. He never went any further than that. With each time we went out, the feeling in my stomach got harder to ignore.

Two weeks went by and I was putting my earrings on, getting ready for the premiere tonight. Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Come in."

I turned around when I heard a small gasp. I smiled, my face burning when I saw the way Joe was looking at me. I nervously bit my lip when he looked me up and down.

"Wow," he said under his breath. "You look amazing."

"Amazing enough to look good on Joe Keery's arm?"

"Amazing enough to take all the attention from me."

I playfully pushed him away before walking past him. I grabbed my clutch and Joe escorted me out to the car that was waiting for us. The entire way to the theater, I couldn't stop wondering why my stomach hasn't stopped feeling weird.

When Y/B/N brought Joe home from school for the first time, my stomach did this weird flip. I ignored the flip all through middle school and high school. It eventually went away but came back when I moved in with him for law school.

I haven't forgotten what happened the first time my stomach flipped. I was studying for one of my first exams and I was extremely focused. So focused, I wasn't eating. Joe noticed and instantly made me something to eat. He spent the entire night, asking if I was okay.

We fell asleep on the couch, binge-watching a tv show. I woke up a couple of episodes later and instantly felt Joe's arms wrapped tightly around me. It made my heart fluttered when I realized that even asleep, he protected me.

"Hey."

I jumped at the sudden voice. I looked over to see Joe looking at me, slightly nervous.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine," I said quickly.

"Y/N, if you don't want to do this, I can go in and the driver can take you back home."

"It's okay," I shrugged as I got ready to get out of the car.

"Look, Y/N, I hate feeling like I'm forcing you. . ."

"You're not," I cut him off. "Joe, I'm here because I want to help you. After everything you've done for me, dressing up and faking it is the least I can do."

"Y/N," he tried again.

"Just promise me one thing," I cut him off.

"Anything," he said instantly.

"Don't leave me," I said, looking deeply into his eyes. "Please, Joe. I won't know what to do and if you leave me. . ."

"I won't," he said quickly. "I promise, Y/N. I won't leave your side all night."

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Throughout the night, that feeling in my stomach got harder to ignore. As we walked down the red carpet, Joe held my hand and posed for pictures with me.

During the interviews, people kept asking him questions about us. For the most part, Joe stuck to the truth. He told them that he was friends with my brother first. Then he made up a familiar tale about spending time with me and eventually falling for me.

The tale was familiar because it was real. The roles were switched, but it was true.

When I started to get a little lightheaded from all the lights on the red carpet, he let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist, escorting me to the theater.

During the movie, Joe didn't let go of my hand. I couldn't focus on the movie because I could only focus on the tingling sensation going up and down my arm.

The longer I held his hand, the more painful it got. Before the movie was over, I whispered to Joe that I would be right back and snuck out. I went to the bathroom but struggled to stop my sob. When I finally recovered, I cleaned my face and left the bathroom.

The movie must have finished because as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, people started leaving the theater. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw Joe. He instantly started looking around. When his eyes landed on me, he instantly jogged towards me.

"There you are," he said, letting out a sigh of relief. "You had me worried. Are you okay?"

"I can't do this," I said, my breath barely above a whisper.

"Y/N. . ."

"This was a mistake," I rushed out. "I gotta go."

"Y/N!"

I ignored his call as I turned on my heel and ran out of the theater. I called a cab and had tears streaming down my face as the driver drove me home.

I walked into our apartment, completely numb. I changed out of my dress and washed my face. I crawled into bed but didn't lay down. I sat against the headboard with my knees tucked up to my chest.

"Y/N? Are you home?"

I didn't say anything as Joe ran into the house. I could hear him frantically putting things down. I sucked in a breath when my door was roughly pushed open.

"There you are," he said, out of breath. I slowly got out of bed, standing a good distance from him with my arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair. "We were fine. . . I thought. . . You went to the bathroom and never came back. What changed? Did something happen?"

"Me."

"You? Y/N, you aren't making any sense. Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I'm in love with you."

I held my breath, but when he didn't say anything, I continued.

"I know it's incredibly, almost pathetically cliché. Little sister falling for her big brother's best friend, but it happened. I tried to force it down, Joe. Really, I did. But then you'd do something and. . . It was hopeless. Moving in with you probably wasn't the best idea but. . . "

As I stuttered, I was looking at the ground and didn't notice he had walked over to me until he grabbed my arms and unwrapped them from around me. I looked up to see him smiling at me.

I held my breath as his hands slowly slid down my arms until he got to my hands. He instantly intertwined our fingers.

"You aren't the only one who tried to force those feelings down," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm not?"

"No," he chuckled. "You're not."

He let go of my hands and grabbed my face. I held my breath as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips instantly started moving in sync as I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck. As things got heated, he let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist.

We laughed, breaking the kiss when we suddenly fell back onto my bed. I blushed at Joe hovering over me. He leaned up a little and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I'm in love with you too, Y/N."

He was about to lean down and press his lips to mine again, but I stopped him.

"What is Y/B/N gonna think?"

"I don't think he's going to care," he said with a small chuckle. He smiled as he rolled so he was laying on his side. He reached up and moved a piece of hair out of my face.

"Besides," he continued, "he was okay with us moving in together."

"As roommates," I sighed. "Not as. . ."

"A couple?"

"Yeah," I said, looking down and fixing his shirt to hide my embarrassment.

"Hey," he said, making me look up at him. "He knows."

"What do you mean?"

"Y/B/N knows that I've been head over heels in love with you for years."

"Really?"

"Yep," Joe laughed. "He has given me so much crap about it. Whenever all three of us go to lunch or got drinks, Y/B/N would bug me for days after about my crush on you. He doesn't know how deep my feelings go, but he knows I care about you."

He stopped when he saw the hesitation in my face. "Talk to me," he whispered.

"I'm just nervous," I confessed. "I'm not used to your world. And my world is about to get crazy. What if this doesn't work out? What if something happens? What if we break up? I'd lose you. I can't lose you, Joe."

He leaned over and gently pressed his lips to mine, cutting me off. The kiss was short and when he broke it.

"Y/N, we can't focus on the 'what ifs'. We'll drive ourselves crazy if we do that. All we can do is focus on now. I've loved you since we were kids. Nothing is going to change that."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He leaned down and we instantly got lost in the kiss. Things escalated but neither one of us was thinking about what would happen tomorrow. We just focused on showing how much we loved each other.

We woke up the next morning and things were different. Perfectly different. And for once, I knew exactly what I wanted.

[kaydeefalls]

I'm torn between J/N Firefly and TOG Trek - 😮

[I've posted snippets from TOG Trek in the past and honestly haven't made much progress on it since (whoops, when's that Big Bang deadline again?), so here, have a some more Firefly fusion instead.]

"What happened?" Nicky asks, once the cargo bay has closed and the ship is lurching upward. He slings the rifle absently over his shoulder. "Andy, you're bleeding—"

Andy spits out some blood and grimaces. "Some drunk assholes took exception to the color of my coat, that's all. Nothing to fuss about."

Nicky still clucks over her like the field medic he always will be at heart, and it's a measure of how much Andy's softened towards him that she allows it. For a minute, anyway, before she slaps his hands away. "It's just a split lip and a shiner, I'll live."

Joe grins from where he's leaning heavily against the wall. "Is it my turn now, Nurse Nicky? I think someone tried to throw a barstool at my head at one point."

"If I haven't managed to crack that thick skull of yours open yet, I doubt the local drunks have." But he does give Joe the same careful attention as he had Andy, his hand warm and gentle against Joe's face despite his grumbling.

Joe wishes he didn't need the excuse of a theoretical head injury to get Nicky's hands on him; he can't help but lean into the touch. It would be so easy to turn his head just a fraction, brush his lips against the pulse point at Nicky's wrist. He doesn't.

Nicky's thumb grazes across Joe's cheekbone, so briefly it might almost be an accident, before he drops his hand and takes a step back. "No concussion, more's the pity," he teases, but Joe doesn't think he's imagining the relief in Nicky's eyes. "Did you make the contact, at least?"

"We did." Joe retrieves the slip of paper from his vest pocket, twirling it between his fingers. "This one might even pay us in money that folds instead of jingles."

Nicky snorts. "I'll believe it when I see it."

[smashbros2023]

Prompt: Sassy artist x quiet writer

Characters: Lennox (Lenny) Andrews, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero

Year: 2005, particularly warped tour

Warnings: uh, sassy gay people, Pete Wentz, flirting, slight petekey if you squint, and original character in place of reader.

Author Notes: Sup, Alex here. I might write a part two to this story, but with more of a pete x mikey x lenny aspect. i might also write a part with lenny and gee being sassy assholes who sit in an olive garden and make fun of old white people. also, here's the pictures of lenny that i used.

STORY UNDER THE CUT

Sketchpad in hand and headphones on, Lenny absentmindedly doodled based on the lyrics of each song. There was Queen, Nirvana, Incubus, Bowie, and everything in between.

The drummer hummed as his band members walked by. Gerard occasionally complemented his art and Ray asked him about it every once in a while. About 4:00 the band members of Fall Out Boy entered the small touring van.

Patrick sat next to Gerard, Joe sat next to Mikey, Andy sat off towards the edge and Pete sat between Lenny and Frank.

The bassist took one look at the drawings on the paper. "Cool." Lenny nodded, picking up the MP3 in order to skip a song. "So...What are you drawing? Like do all of the drawings go together or are they separate? Are they inspired by something?"

"Inspired by music, separate." Lenny refused to look at Pete, continuing to draw. Frank snorted at the drummer's response, but stayed quite elsewise.

"What music do you listen to?" Pete continued with trying to start a conversation, his leg bouncing as he glanced between the page and the taller man.

"Rock n' roll. Kinda a requirement to be on Warped. Not exactly any pop-princesses out here. Minus you." That sent Frank off, doubling over in laughter with Ray chuckling and Mikey trying to hide a smile.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment. What kind of rock?" Pete tried to hide his smile as he continued to peer over Lenny's shoulder.

"The type-a rock that would make your momma drop her panties in church." That phrase made everyone look up, Gerard shaking his head and Patrick's jaw dropping in shock.

Lenny then stood up and moved to the opposite side of Frank. "Y'know, you're just pissed you fell from Heaven."

"Bold of you to assume I didn't crawl out of hell, Peter." Frank leaned his head onto Lenny's shoulder, prompting the man to kiss his forehead.

"Hey, Len," His eyes caught Patrick's, "You should draw Pete."

The older man scoffed, "I wouldn't be caught dead breathing the same air as that asshole. Why would I stare at him for an hour?"

"So people wouldn't think you were screwing him behind your back, Len." Gerard scoffed, slightly, looking at Mikey, who refused to acknowledge the conversation.

"If I did, you seven would go feral." Lennox raised the pitch of his voice. "'Oh my god, Frankie, did cha see that?? I told you they were dating. I swear to god if they don't let me be the bridesmaid, I'm personally gonna sue both of them.' Sure thing Gerard."

"You're an ass. I triple dog dare you and I will buy you dinner if you draw Pete." Gerard wore a smirk as he looked between Mikey, Pete, and Lenny.

"Fuck you, buy me dinner and a new piercing."

"Draw Mikey too, then."

"Slap my ass and call me Van Gogh, then." Lenny smiled and went over to Gerard, lowering his voice, "if I rough up Pete a bit, will you buy me a new hat?"

Gerard nodded.

"You must get off to this sick shit, Mr. Way." Lennox walked away and went to sit on his knees in front of Pete. "Sup, Peter."

Pete's breath hitched as he looked down at Lenny, who propped his notebook up against Pete's legs. Lennox looked back over towards Gerard and smirked.

"Look towards the window or something, Pete. I can't draw people whose faces are three inches away." With that, Lenny used his free hand to redirect Pete's chin. "Pencils, please, turtle." Frank handed the man a pencil so he could begin to draw.

"You know, you look good on your knees."

"You know who else has said that, Pete? Your father."

"My dad is a conservative white man, but go off."

"I feel bad for your mom then."

"He has his limits."

"Oh, honey, believe me, I know."

Frank almost fell off his chair, while Ray walked off towards the back of the bus. Patrick choked on his drink while Joe, Mikey and Gerard shared a glance.

Pete relaxed in his seat, readjusting so that he slouched in the chair. Lenny made a disappointed face and looked up. "Peter, I'm drawing you, not sucking your dick. I don't like the taste of shrimp, sit the fuck up." Pete looked down at him with a hurt expression before sitting with his back to the wall.

"You still wanna flirt with him, Petey?" Gerard called to the younger man. Pete shook his head before looking back to where he was.

A few minutes later, Lenny made a frustrated noise punctuated with a tongue click, and stood up abruptly.

"Give up, Len?" The man looked at Gerard with a smirk before sitting on Pete's lap. The other boys shouted a bit, watching as Lennox fixed Pete's chin and flicked a hair away.

"Draw him like one of your french girls." Lenny paid no attention to Andy as he drew Pete's eyes. A camera clicked in the distance, causing Lenny to smirk and look down.

Whispering, Lenny slightly leaned in, eyeing Pete's lips so he could sketch them. "We should give them something to take a picture of."

"Oh, you sure?" Pete looked Lenny in the eyes.

"Hell yeah. Wait a few minutes though. Let me finish up your lips." At that point, Pete shifted, sitting back. Lenny stared at Pete's mouth, biting his own bottom lip.

Lenny finished off Pete's face, reaching for his color pencils. He grabbed a baby pink one, holding it to Pete's lips. Lenny raised a brow and Pete took the que.

Pete grabbed Lenny's wrist pulling it away, and used his free hand to cup the taller man's face, pulling him in. Lenny leaned in, catching Pete's lips.

Pete held Len tightly, not letting go of the drummer's wrist. Len gripped Pete's shoulders, holding each other there for a minute.

It was silent, until everyone figured out what had happened. Frank was the first to start yelling, standing up and clapping;  then Gerard. The other Fall Out Boys and Ray started, but Mikey stayed quiet.

They eventually pulled away for air. "You don't have any idea how long I wanted to do that."

"Shut up, Wentz."

"Wanna go back to my van?" Lenny smiled, but stood up.

"Not right now. In order to get a new hat and piercing, I have to draw you and Mikey."

The pair looked over at Mikey, who's eyes widened, but smirked nonetheless.

[wildlittlefoxsworld]

My world crashed almost into pieces | The Old Guard | Andy x Fem!Reader

A/N: So, something new from me ;) I hope you like it and have fun. I think it's not easy to write Andy as a character, she has no many facettes and she is a strong and brave woman, but I try to protray his soft side mostly in my stories. So, that's for everyone who likes soft Andy ❤

Summary: You get injured on a mission and you doesn't wake up. Andy waits anixously for you come back. When you heal she doesn't leave your side and shows you all her love for you.

Warnings: tempory reader's death, major angst

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„Don’t you dare to leave me,“ she mumbled again and again while watching your body didn’t show any signs of healing. If she must bet, she would say fourty percent of your skin was burnt and from the impact of the explosion you were flung backwards, so you suffered a few broken and silvered bones that cut through skin.

Andy was full of your blood and the car seats were stained as well, but she didn’t care, all she wanted was you to come back and open your pretty eyes. Joe was driving like a mad-man to get away from the men that were following you in black jeeps and Nicky and Booker leaned out of the windows to fire back.

Andy took your injured hand in hers and was careful so she didn’t crash it. Your face was deep red and the raw flesh was stretched over your skull. Of course you died; no human body could survive an explosion, the injuries were too much. She was grateful that Joe handled fast enough and had lifted you in his arms, because all of you needed to get away there as fast as possible. The whole mission was a disaster and she hoped that you didn’t have to pay a price for that.

“Come, babe, wake up. Don’t leave me,” she begged you and felt the tears forming in her eyes. You were on her side for over two thousand years now and when her time hadn’t come yet, then it couldn’t be your time to die now. She wouldn’t know what to do when you wouldn’t revive. You were her whole world and to lose you would break her heart into pieces. Only the thought of a life without you made it hard for her to breathe. She blinked her tears away, but there came only more.

The car ride went chaotic, but Joe succeeded in leaving the jeeps behind them. He looked in the rear-view mirror and met Andy’s gaze. She shook the head slowly and Joe growled angrily. Andy knew that he would be by her side if you wouldn’t make it and she would take revenge, but she didn’t want to think about this scenario. She still had faith that you will come back to her.

The group arrived at one of their many safehouses, well it was just a small cabin, but better than nothing. Andy planned to go here after the mission one way or another, but she never thought that it would be the four of them and your dead body.

“How is she doing?” Nicky asked worriedly and opened the door to lean over your face. He hoped to find any signs of you starting healing. He could imagine how Andy felt in the moment, he wouldn't feel different if it would be Joe. Andy was focused on your face as well and stroked your unharmed right forearm.

“How long?” Joe whispered from the driver seat after he turned around.

“Too long,” Andy replied with trembling lips. “Maybe half an hour already. Why isn’t she healing?”

“She has probably inner injuries too. You know that big wounds need longer to heal. She will be fine,” Nicky assured her and Andy looked hopeful at him. Nicky always found the right words to calm her down, but the waiting stressed her immensely.

Your family waited impatiently that you started to heal. The seconds and minutes were crawling slowly and the silence was unbearable. Andy would give everything she had to hear your laugh again.

The noise when your bones began to crack back in their places and your skin grew back over the red flesh, let Andy flinch, but all of them let out a sigh of relief. Andy didn’t notice that she held her breath the whole time since Nicky spoke.

“Now it won’t take any longer, only a few seconds,” Joe said smiling slightly.

Andy nodded slowly, but never kept her eyes of you, she watched how your body healed in every place that was injured and she laughed weakly when you took your first breath. Your eyes flattered open and you tried to focus on anything. You looked directly at her.

Your whole body hurt when you came back to life. In one moment you killed a man who tried to attack Nicky from behind and in the next moment everything went black. You knew you had died, but you recognized that you lay with your head in Andy’s lap and she was watching you worriedly. You noticed tears on her cheeks and now you were really confused.

“Why are your eyes so red?” you asked confused and knitted your eyebrows together, but you received no answer and Andy’s arms wrapped around your upper body to pull her close to her chest. Your face was buried in the crook of her neck while Andy was rocking back and forward with you.

You were sure something went horribly wrong that made Andy so emotional, because she was hugging you desperately and caressed your hair tenderly. “You’re okay, you’re here,” she whispered again and again more to herself than to you.

“Yes, I’m good, Andy. What happened?” you asked and your voice was muffled. She didn’t let go and you decided to hug her back. You wrapped your arms around her waist and squeezed her gently, to let her know you were there and it would be okay whatever got her so sad and worried. But it seemed your words made it only worse, because Andy began to shake with sobs.

She laid a hand on your cheek and made you looking at her. “Don’t you ever do this again to me,” she said sternly and kissed your forehead for a long moment, she didn't care that there was blood everywhere on your new healed skin. Andy didn’t want to talk about what happened to you. All she wanted was holding you in her arms and listening to your frequent breathing and your steady heartbeat. Your body had been so cold, but now the warmth was spreading in your torso and limbs, but Andy still needed a few minutes to realize that you weren’t dead anymore.

A rock in the size of the Mount Everest fell from her heart the second you openend your eyes. She never felt so happy in her entire life and she would never let go of you again. Never keeping her of you again. Not ever letting anyone hurt again.

“We should go inside. The both of you need a hot bath,” you heard Nicky’s voice and you thought that you must sat in a car with Andy and the others. Slowly the whole situation made sense to you and you assumed that you took too long to revive from the death. But there would be no chance that Andy would explain everything to you, because she didn’t answer your question the first time and you knew her well enough that it meant she didn't want to talk about it.

“Nicky is right, Andromache,” you tried to get her attention and she shifted carefully with you in her arms. She went out of the car, but never let go of you and helped you to stand on your feet. She studied you intensely and wrapped an arm around your middle to push you gently in direction of the small cabin.

You didn't complain when she lead you straight into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. You walked over to the mirror and looked at yourself.

“I look awful,” you commented giggling your reflection, but Andy shook her head. She reached for your shoulders to peel off the rest of your remaining clothes. It stuck to your skin and you felt dirty and itchy. You needed a hot shower and Andy had the same idea in her mind, when she pushed you wordlessly under warn water. A few seconds later a pair of arms wrapped around your body and Andy nuzzled her face to your neck. You weren't used to so much affection from her. Naturally she showed affection when you were alone or when she had a very good day then in front of your family too, but now she was desperate to touch you, feeling you close to her.

“I'm fine, my heart.”

She hugged you harder and started to place kisses on the side of your neck. You turned around in her arms and dug your fingers in her upper arms. She watched you attentive and her eyes still showed worry, pain, sadness, but there was as well relief and her love for you. You understood that she almost lost you today.

“I'm fine,” you reassured her and you leaned your forehead against hers. “You won't lose me, ever, my heart belongs to you and I will be always by your side.”

Andy wasn't good with words, bur her actions showed more than thousand words. She raised a hand and her fingers traced over your eyebrows, cheeks, the soft curve of your lips, her thumb opened your mouth with gentle pressure and then she kissed your lips. Your mouths met from time to time in soft kisses until they moved slowly and sensual. Andy treated you like you could break from the slightest touch of her, but on the other side she wanted to caress all the parts that were injured, feeling only smooth and flawless skin.

Your spine tingled in anticipation when you pulled back and saw Andy's eyes were a few shades darker. The worry was replaced with lust and adoration, her kisses grew deeper and passionately, her hand in the small of your back made you upper body aching and her tongue find the way in your mouth. You will give her everything that she needed and she could take everything that she wanted.

“I was barely so scared in my entire life,” she muttered and the confession took her a lot of bravery, but it didn't matter, she didn't need to be brave or strong in the moment, not here with you.

You didn't answer anything, you simply hugged her with your arms around her shoulders and stood in silence with water raining down on you that turned pink on the way down.

Clean from the dirt and blood you went in the small bedroom that you shared everytime you came to the cabin. She tugged you under the blankets and cuddled you from behind in a firm grip like she thought you could disappear when she fell asleep.

You found sleep while listening to her breathing. You felt secure and happy to be with the woman that meant… well, there wasn't existing any words to describe your love for Andy. She was your other half and the constant in your life. Your feelings grew over the centuries for her into a love so deep that no ocean was big enough to contain it.

Andy whispered lovely words and sweet nothings in your ear what woke you up slowly and you felt the kisses on your face, neck, clevage and chest. Her hands caressed your heated skin from under the blankets and pressed to her hot body so long.

“I need you,” she stated clearly with authority in her voice. You were surprised for a moment, but the worry was back in her eyes and you nodded in agrerment.

“You got a bad dream?” you asked softly. She kissed you desperately as an answer to show you her need to be close to you.

“I'm here. We're both safe here,” you reassured her, whispering against her lips and Andy claimed your mouth again and again. You knew she didn't want to talk, only touch and feel you.

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[thetransguard-archive]

freckles + nicolò 👁

im so sorry cacau idk why my brain cycled straight 2 crack

in nicky’s opinion, behind all the lovely amenities that humanity invents over the centuries (flushing toilets, antibiotics, fridges, etc etc), a great invention would be the sharpie marker. pungent, ridiculously hard to get rid of, and doesn’t need too much pressure to make a real mark. now, sharpies are invented in 1964, but he only really gets going in the mid-seventies. naps on the couch, for the rest of the team, now become somewhat of an extreme sport. they make their meals communally when they can, but even immortals have preferences, and booker goes purple with rage when he opens the fridge to find a wall of N+J on the tupperware.

back to the couch-prank. andy can and will sleep anywhere, including standing up, which even after nearly eight hundred years still mildly freaks joe and nicky out. her sleep is light and her senses as sensitive as a tripwire and usually all nicky can get on her before she wakes is a scrawl, a little flower if he is lucky. booker sleeps like a log and so wakes with an assortment of things, different every time. lopsided glasses. another moustache. extra eyes on his forehead and cheeks. nicky feels bold enough one day to draw something more explicit right over his nose and booker chases him around the safehouse, incoherent, while joe nearly cries with laughter in the corner.

and as for joe? same thing every time. the same jagged lines, dotting across his nose and cheeks. he’s scrubbing his face clean in the shower, nicky brushing his teeth, when he thinks to ask.

“oh, the lines?” nicky says matter-of-factly after he spits into the sink. “your freckles, ya hayati. i’m just connecting them. they are the most beautiful constellations, the stars cannot compare.”

[petewentzisblack1312]

hey dils!! was listening to sunshine riptide and thought of u so i wanted to say i hope ur taking care and also ask if u have any favorite fob videos/interviews?? lately i have been obsessed w the promo video patrick did for the honda civic tour where he drove around LA and said the only reason they got the tour was because he already drove a civic ahsjdbd

first of all it is SO flattering that listening to sunshine riptide made you think of me 🥺

secondly i was molded out of clay to answer this question, 100% i have a lot that i think about like way too often

the one where petes giving a tour of his parents house where he lived at the time and was showing off his stuff and was particularly very excited about the fact that his band was turned into action figures and then half way through andy shows up and is like "were best friends forever!" and petes like "yeah andy comes over for sleepovers a lot, we hang out in my basement and make zines and stuff" and then at the end he gets all excited cuz he hears his moms car pull up and he goes out and shes coming out of the car and then patrick gets out of the car carrying groceries and petes like "here mom me and patrick can put the groceries away you finish the interview" and shes like "no- pete i just got home from work im a mess" and hes like "what? no! no mom you look great, you can finish the interview well take in the groceries" and then she did and the camera crew came back to the two of them messing around and putting groceries away.

"pete wentz is honestly the only way to describe pete wentz. hes the most complicated guy i know." [cut to] "if anyone can make a strike without touching the lane i will pay you $300" *throws bowling balls straight into the air* *runs down the lane*

ok but in all seriousness i love that interview not only for that iconic moment but because later the footage is like blaring i dont care and pete goes and grabs a stuffed giraffe out of the prize thingie and hes like "what do you mean :)? we bought this with our tickets!!" and the editors are very much trying to make it a bad boy rebel without a cause moment except if you looked the woman behind the counter had a smile on her face and was laughing and then afterwards he gave it back and said "we werent really gonna steal it" but it really seemed like she knew that already

and then at a different point a couple fans showed up and they were all shy and excited to meet him and he was just like "hey are you guys coming to the show later" and they were like "yeah" and he was like "cool! thanks for coming out :) do you want a picture?" and they took a picture and it seemed like he was still kinda excited that people were excited to meet him. marcus (their bodyguard) was like trailing behind him and smiling and laughing throughout most of these antics and i just think thats sweet.

later in this same interview once again as they were on the ride back to their hotel or whatever theyd brought back a fake moustache and patrick put it on and did a bunch of dumb impressions.

patrick: if i wasnt doing music i think id be like a music critic or music journalist or something

andy:...i thought you said youd work at walmart

theres this one srar era interview thats just joe and patrick riffing for like 15 minutes. like it looks like they just straight up forgot the interviewer was there its so funny theyre such good friends.

this one joe and pete interview where i dont even really remember what they were talking about but theres a moment where joes talking about music with this intense passion and pete just kinda looks at him with this level of brotherly pride that keeps me going

this one andy and pete interview where 1) there were waterfowl chillin behind them which was deeply fascinating to andy and 2) they took a moment to swivel their chairs and hug each other bc theyre besties

band superlatives, specifically the moment where theyre all separately like "technically marcus isnt in the band but like. its marcus." bc that was sweet, unofficial 5th member of fob. and also "whos the most talented" "patrick. patrick. its patrick, hands down." "hm. petes like a really good soccer player" like thats a moment out of a fucking sitcom

halloween asmr with pete wentz. the man cant act but god can he commit to a bit.

there was this like live text chat that they all were in with fans on some radio station website. there were a lot of very fun moments, including joe saying "this is very current technology." as a comment on how very dated the live chat was and andy being like "can we set an icon i wanna change mine to an XVX" and pete and joe being like "oh are you vegan straight edge? we had no idea." and then pete was like "actually i wanna change my icon to andy hurley" and andy was like "no pete im not gonna send you a picture of me" and he was like :( and then a minute later he changed it to andy and he was like, and i swear this is almost a direct quote "BOOM! i love my life haha" and andy was like "goddammit" like i have no idea where to find this but it was so good.

theres this one "this or that" interview with joe and andy wherein the interviewer was a woman and like she seemed pretty at ease around them and got to the last question and imo seemed kinda uncomfortable and kind of established (in a way that seemed like she didnt usually do that) that it was a gross question, which was "would you have sex with a super hot celebrity but shes just died" and both of them were like "hey. what the fuck. absolutely not." and shes like "oh thats a first" and they are both like "do people say yes to that????????" and shes like "youre literally the first people to say no haha" in a way that made it seem that she did not find it funny and i just find that to be an interesting moment and i hope shes doing well and has a better producer now.

theres this one interview w andy on a hardcore podcast where the interviewer asks andy "do you every wish fall out boy were more political?" and he said (paraphrasing) "fall out boy is political, in its own way. we may not be as explicit with our politics as my other stuff, but kids find fall out boy, and through me, with all my other bands, or through joe, since he does a lot of metal, find heavier stuff, and are introduced to this stuff and to being vegan straight edge or anarchist or just more radical politics, and i dont think that just because we arent being super political in our music we arent a political band" which was really something to me bc i had just been thinking about that as a concept i call "gateway punk"

theres this one interview i recently found of a very small chicago music news outlet where a young lady interviewed pete and asked far more interesting questions than any other interviewer id ever seen and one such question was how he felt about the legalization of marijuana in illinois and he said that it was cool that it was legal but everyone locked up for it right now should be released and i like that he got to be political

theres a moment on the badass jew podcast episode joe was on where the interviewer whomst i do not recall was espousing some veiled antiblack sentiments wrt some antisemitic comments some famous black people had made and joe just completely rebutted it immediately and pointed out that black people not only are not a monolith bht are at a greater disadvantage

and also he made a joke that i could never make and cant fully get bc im not jewish but it was very funny and i love hearing people make jokes that arent for me.

this one interview before patrick had kids where he was saying how everyone kept asking him and elisa when theyd have kids and he was like "you cant just make that happen yknow? how do you just do that?" and pete immediately grinned and leaned over and mock whispered "you have sex" and patrick punched the air and was like "i hate you so much"

that one interview about abap where pete was like "we actually got the guy who did the whistles on patience by guns n roses to do it on this" and then he looks over at patrick and patrick shakes his head and petes like "you couldnt let me have this?" and he was like "i was gonna but then you looked at me and i just couldnt."

"whats the most important thing to you right now?"

patrick: star wars

joe: my daughter.

patrick: ...my son?

the puppy interview. everyone involved including the puppies was having the time of their goddamn life.

i have to stop this is too much its been like an hour

[wild-flower-art]

The Old Guard- Andy x Reader (F/F)

Guess who’s back and betta than evaaa? I’m so sorry it took me almost 2 whole ass months to post the 3rd chapter. With school starting up again, the part of uni I work at got fuckin hectic. Luckily that part of my life has settled a bit (for now), and now it’s time to get back on track in other parts of my life...writing being one of them. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 – Help us (I think I’m sticking to 3rd-person POV-- 2,975 word count)

Darkness engulfs (y/n) as she enters the house, only able to see and follow the light from her flashlight. Her suit is weighing heavily on her body, her helmet obstructing her vision but protecting her all the same. She does her best to get out as quickly as possible, the SCBA tank only allowing for at least 30 minutes to get in, do her job, and get out. Some of (y/n)’s team are trying to extinguish the fire that just won’t let up, and the rest of them have been sent in to get people out. (Y/n) sees there’s a basement door in the kitchen. She radios in to her team that she’s going down. She can hear screams. Girls crying out for help. The further down into the basement she goes the darker it becomes. This is where the fire started. She reaches the bottom of the stairs and can hear the screams even louder now. Her flashlight shines on another door. That’s where they are. (Y/n) tries to calmly yet quickly get the door latches unlocked with her bolt cutters. Their screams are getting louder. They know they’re being saved. Before she can get the door open there’s an explosion behind her, knocking (y/n) forward…

She awakes with a start, having almost rolled off the bed. Her heart is racing, blood running cold through your body, left side of her torso throbbing with pain. (Y/n) is damp with sweat, soaking through her shirt. She searches for her lamp, but then remembers she’s not at home. She then reaches for a candle and lighter, flinching slightly at the sight of the flame.

It was just a dream.

…But it really wasn’t. It’s a memory that not even sleep can help her escape from. Before she can focus too much on what she did wrong, and what she could’ve done better, she hears a light tapping at the door. Her breathing hitches in her throat, but then releases itself when she realize it’s Nile, the light from the main room illuminating (y/n)’s—no, not her room—the guest room, probably. Not at all decorated or welcoming. It looks like a room used for storage, not being meant for personal use.

Nile whispers, “Hey, are you okay? I thought I heard crying.”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Nile. Thank you. Just a….bad dream.”

“You have those often?”

“Yeah, too often.”

“You’re not the most peaceful of sleepers then, huh? As an ex-Marine I know how that feels.”

“An ex-Marine?”

Nile stammers, “Oh, yeah, uh I was in for a few years before I got injured, and was uhmm discharged.” She tries to hold eye contact, but then looks away after a beat. (Y/n) feels like she overstepped a line she didn’t know existed.

“Oh…I’m sorry.”

“Nah, it’s okay. It was for the best, I’m sure. Maybe. I don’t know. Soooo....can I ask what you dream about?”

(y/n) sighs, “Before moving here to England I used to be a firefighter back home. We had been called out to the scene of a possible trafficking house the feds had been keeping an eye on. It had caught fire rather quickly, so we had to move just as fast, if not faster.”

(Y/n) looks down at her hands that she didn’t realize were clenched into fists. She inhales slowly so as not to cause more pain to her diaphragm, and on a shuddery exhale (y/n) releases the tension in her hands and shoulders. Fuck, my body hurts.

“I had gone down to the basement where I heard the screaming of young women and girls…kids…” A lump forms in her throat she tries to swallow down before continuing, “I was so close to getting them out, but then something went off behind me, knocking me forward. It felt like I was being tackled by a large animal or something, knocking me out cold. My dream usually ends there.”

“What happened after? In real life, I mean.”

“My team was able to get me out of there, the girls weren’t so lucky. The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed about a week later. I quit shortly after when I heard the traffickers who had the girls in the house weren’t caught. I felt like I owed it to them to keep future girls from being victimized like that. I followed them here to England, but the trail ran cold about a month ago. I’ve been teaching self-defense classes to women, young girls, and non-binary kids since I’ve arrived here to be of use and pass the time, maybe make some money…oh shit, speaking of, where’s my phone? I need to contact my classes and cancel.” (Y/n) starts patting down her pockets and aimlessly checking the sheets and under pillows for her phone.

“Oh, uhm…I don’t remember you having a phone on you when we brought you. Maybe it fell out at the building?”

“Fuck. Well, I’ll contact them tomorrow when I leave from here.”

“Leave? No, you shouldn’t leave. You should stay until you’re healed up.”

“I don’t think your friends want me around for too long. I was gonna suggest I go to a hospital, but looks like you know your way around a bandage and sutures.” She says, examining her wound.

“Yeah, well, it helps to know those things out in the field. Anyway, please stay. We insist. And I’ll help you contact your class tomorrow. In the meantime, you should really get some rest. You look like shit.” She says the last part half-heartedly and with a smirk.

“Aw gee thanks, jerk”, (y/n) chuckles.

Nile starts to exit the room before (y/n) stops her. “Hey, Nile? I mean it, thank you.”

She smiles and nods before closing the door behind her. (Y/n) falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow and she closes her eyes, her body welcoming rest once again.

Nile makes her way up the stairs to her bedroom that she’s sharing with Andy since Andy gave (y/n) her room to recover in. That downstairs bedroom and couch in the livingroom give her easy access to the front and back doors in case something is amiss. It takes Andy too long to get settled, not used to resting in a room so far away from where possible intruders can enter. She starts to roll out of her makeshift bed to head downstairs, but Nile makes her way into the room, stopping Andy dead in her tracks.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asks, hands on her hips.

“I can’t sleep in here, Nile. I’m sorry. I have to go downstairs and keep watch.”

“No, you don’t. Nicky and Joe agreed to take turns staying awake tonight. You need to learn how to relax. You can’t heal yourself the way we can anymore, so you need to give your body some time to rest so you don’t burn out. We’ve been over this! Any less sleep and you’ll look as exhausted as (Y/N). Jesus! You’re like a stubborn old person, too set in their w—“, before she can finish her reprimanding rant a pillow smacks her square in the face, earning a laugh from Andy, pleased that she caught Nile off guard.

“That’s not funny”, she says throwing the pillow back in Andy’s direction.

“Well, if it’s not funny then why am I still laughing?” Andy says between giggle fits. It’s becoming a common occurrence to see Andy like this. Lighthearted laughs and jokes that the guys said hadn’t ever happened this often, not in a long while, so Nile smiles and lets her have her moment before she has to dampen the mood.

“(Y/N) asked for her phone.” Andy stops laughing and instinctively reaches for the phone that lays in her coat pocket.  “She teaches a self-defense class and needs to cancel for the next few days, maybe even weeks.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That I don’t remember seeing a phone when we brought her here and that she probably dropped it at the building…She doesn’t know who or what we are, so why are you keeping it?”

“You can never be too careful, Nile. She can’t just update people on where she is and expect people not to look for her. She might not know who we are, but we need to limit her access to the outside, at least for now.” This earns her an incredulous look from Nile. “Just trust me, okay?”

“Alright, boss. Now, can you please lay back down and get some sleep?” Nile asks as she gets into her bed.

It takes Andy a while to get settled, but when she finally does she can’t seem to manage to quiet her racing thoughts.

“I can hear you thinking, Andy! What is it?”

“You said if I didn’t get sleep I’d look as exhausted as (Y/N). What did you mean by that? Was she awake when you went downstairs to lock up?”

“Uhh, yeah. She was having a nightmare about something that happened when she was a firefighter. Just before she moved here her team was sent out to a burning building, turns out that was a trafficking holding house, possibly run by the same people who run the one we raided last night. But that’s just me putting two and two together. She said her trail ran cold, so she’s been keeping busy with her classes.”

“How much does she know?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think to ask. She looked so tired and sad, I just needed to get out of her hair so she could rest. Now, sleep!” Nile tosses a pillow at Andy’s head this time.

Andy turned on to her side so Nile wouldn’t see her still awake. I should pick (Y/N)’s brain on what she knows about those people who set that house on fire. Maybe she can help us.

(Y/N) slept through the rest of the following day, not giving Andy time to ask her what she knows, but, instead, giving Andy time to talk to Nile, Joe, and Nicky about (Y/N) and if they think she’d be willing to help.

“She’s come this far to find out who hurt, and continues to hurt, those girls. I’m sure this will give her more purpose to continue on her journey”, Joe speaks up from behind his cup of coffee.

“Should we have Copley do some digging on her? Just to see where she comes from, and maybe find any paper trails to where she’s been following those disgusting human beings through?”, Nicky says as he makes his way back to the dining table, pulling a seat from across Joe and next to Andy.

“I contacted him earlier, he’s on it. He said he’d get back to us by the end of the day. Should be hearing from him any moment now.” Andy turns her head to look at her bedroom door. Still no movement. They’ve done multiple checks on (Y/N) throughout the day. Each time they were either met with groans, signaling them to go away, or with light snoring. With drool lightly dribbling from her mouth, she’s obviously getting the kind of rest Nile wishes Andy would allow herself to get. I’ll rest when I’m dead. Reminding herself and the team that she is on borrowed time, and she doesn’t want to waste whatever time she has left worrying about menial things like resting. Though (Y/N) makes it look so comfortable.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so peaceful while sleeping.

She’s shaken from her thoughts as Nile scoots out of her chair to stand. “Well, I’m off to bed.”

“We’ll head in for the night as well.” Joe says, getting up and wrapping his arm around Nicky and then rubbing the middle of his back.

“Goodnight, boss” they call out in unison as they head up the stairs.

“Night.”

It’s maybe about 45 minutes after the rest of the team has gone up to bed, and a couple of glasses of vodka later, that Andy receives a message from Copley with several attachments of what he found on (Y/N).

Here’s all I could find. Hope this will suffice.

Got it. She quickly types in response. She’s curious to open the files, but it’s getting late and she wants to look at this new information with the team. She double, triple checks and locks the doors, and makes sure the windows are all securely latched. She and Nile would be taking turns watching over the house, and she has first watch. She turns off all the lights, except for a lamp in the kitchen, and makes her way upstairs to grab a few things to hold her over for the next few hours. She isn’t upstairs for more than 5 minutes when she hears a door open and close, some carefully placed footsteps, and another door squeaking open before being lightly shut. Barefoot, Andy quickly and quietly grabs her labrys from its case, shoves a gun in her pants, and swiftly makes her way downstairs and out the front door.

She stops suddenly when she realizes it’s (Y/N) walking down the driveway. She runs over to her, fearing she might be in trouble. (Y/N) turns around in shock and almost screams, but grabs at her left side and hisses in pain, having twisted her body around too quickly.

Short of grabbing her arm, Andy quietly yet sternly asks, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? It’s dark out! You could get hurt! Do you not have any sense to just stay put?”

(Y/N) all but ignores Andy and turns back towards the driveway to continue walking.

Andy walks past (Y/N) and stands in front of her. “Hey, I’m talking to you! You’re not going anywhere until we know you’re okay!”

Trying in vain to push past Andy, (Y/N) replies, “I said I’d be gone as soon as I’m feeling better, and obviously I’m feeling a lot better, so if you don’t mind—.”

Andy scoffs and puts herself back in (Y/N)’s way and gently pokes at her upper left side just over her ribs, causing (Y/N) to wince and hiss in pain. “Yeah, obviously.”

“What the hell?!” (Y/N) grits through her teeth. “Do you treat everyone you help like this?”

“No, just the stubborn ones I believe have the ability to help us in return.”

(Y/N) squints at Andy incredulously, “Help you with what?”

“Help us find the guys who burned down that house with all those girls stuck inside.”

(Y/N) stands stock still and dumbfounded. “How do you know that?”

“Nile told us about your nightmares. I also had someone do some digging on you, so I’m sure those files will tell me the same thing.”

“You had someone ‘do some digging’ on me?! You guys are crazy! Now, please MOVE!”

(Y/N) shoves her hand against Andy’s shoulder and tries again to maneuver around her, using Andy’s height against her to juke her out. It almost works, but Andy is too quick to turn around and put her leg in front of (Y/N)’s leg to trip her and hook her arms around (Y/N)’s waste to keep her from falling forward. (Y/N) groans in pain and frustration as she places a heavy heel on Andy’s bare foot. With her heel still digging into Andy’s foot, (Y/N) leans her body back and shoves her hands up into the small space between her body and Andy’s arms. With a grunt she pushes her arms out, freeing herself from Andy’s grip as Andy falls backwards. Pleased with herself, (Y/N) quickly limps away from Andy, all the while Andy is on the ground smiling, trying not to laugh at the sorry sight in front of her. She gets up and half jogs up to (Y/N), catching up with her in just a few strides. To add insult to injury, Andy keeps a steady walking pace next to (Y/N), who has broken out into a sweat.

“So…where are we going?” Andy asks, trying not to laugh at how (Y/N)’s brows furrow with frustration.

(Y/N) responds with a roll of her eyes and a huff before pleading, “Please just go away and let me leave.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, (Y/N). We need your help and you clearly need ours. Please just come back to the house and get some rest…Do you even know where you are?”

“No idea.”

“Then how do you know where you’re going or if you’re going in the right direction?”

“I don’t, but if I keep walking I’ll get somewhere away from you guys.”

Andy picks up her pace and places herself in front of (Y/N) again, this time placing her hands on (Y/N)’s shoulders and meeting her (e/c) eyes. “Please. Help us find those girls.”

That’s all it takes for (Y/N) to give in. She puffs air out of her mouth and looks down at their feet. She notices a small bruise forming on Andy’s foot where her heel pressed down just a moment ago, a few scrapes marking her own. She feels a pull in her stomach, an obligation to those girls who needed her and a new obligation to the girls who still need her. She feels pressure building behind her eyes, her vision blurring, and her bottom lip slightly quivering. Fuck.

When she finally looks up her eyes are glossed over with unshed tears. Now’s not the time. She clears her throat and swallows hard. “Okay”, she finally whispers. And with that she turns around and walks back towards the house with Andy following close behind. They walk in silence until they reach the door. As (Y/N) reaches for the door handle, Andy places her hand over (Y/N)’s. Their eyes meet again as Andy whispers, “Thank you.” (Y/N) nods her head slightly before entering the house.

[fireinmoonshot]

THE LAST HUNDRED YEARS | ANDY x READER

Pairing: Andy / Andromache of Scythia x Reader Fandom: The Old Guard Word Count: 1197 Warnings: Death (like, a good lot of it), mentions of blood, guns.  A/N: I love writing for The Old Guard because it’s basically just angst, and Andy is potentially one of the most angst filled characters I’ve ever written for. I had a blast writing this. This does also contain slight spoilers for The Old Guard, of course. But it does take place after the events of the film in a random space of time that you can determine yourself!

For the first hundred years, Andy was determined not to let herself feel anything but friendship for you. She’d felt the pain of losing someone she loved so deeply before. The way it had torn her apart from the inside until she was nothing but cold and unfeeling on the outside, at least to most people. Booker, Nicky and Joe had brought some warmth back to her, and when Nile came along she did the same. But towards you, there had always been slight animosity. She was civil, she had to be – you couldn’t live with someone for a hundred years without at least pretending to like them. But it was different with you.

She’d forced herself to push her feelings down for a hundred years.

She was ready to push them down for another hundred.

Until, that is, the day of October 14th, a hundred and one years after you first died.

It was a normal day, a normal job for the lot of you. Nothing too difficult, nothing you couldn’t have fun with. Nicky, Joe and Nile were working together to barricade the room and keep the mansion’s guards out while you and Andy worked on going through the filing cabinets trying to find the files you were here to retrieve.

“This would be a really useful time to have Booker’s help,” you muttered.

Andy glanced over at you. “Focus on the task, would you?”

She ignored the jealousy that ran through her. You’d been friends with Booker, good friends. She’d thought that the two of you might have become more at one point, yet she had no idea that you had never looked at Booker as anything other than a brother.

“Have you got anything yet?” You knelt down and pulled open another drawer and began to flick through the files in it which had been, usefully, separated into labelled sections.

“No.”

From the door, Nicky yelled. “Any time soon would be great, guys!”

“We’re trying!” The two of you yelled back in unison.

You looked over at Andy, a grin making its way onto your face, expecting her to look at you the same way, amused. Instead, she made a point of not meeting your eyes and turned away from you, opening up another drawer and focusing on the files inside of it so that she wouldn’t think about how lovely you looked when you smiled.

That was when she heard the crash.

The barricade that the others had been building had started to strain from the pressure of the guards on the other side. A vase from the top of a cupboard one of the team had pushed in front of the door toppled and fell, crashing onto the floorboards beneath it. Andy held her breath as the cupboard swiftly followed the vase.

Everything happened quickly, then. She didn’t have time to move or act or to do anything other than watch as a guard weaselled his gun through the gap in the door and fired a single bullet. Whether it had an intended target, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she wanted whoever fired it dead.

You fell backwards against the filing cabinet, several files you’d pulled out sent scattered to the floor, flecked with blood.

Nicky, Joe and Nile acted quickly, killing the other guards that tried to get through and beginning to barricade the door again. But Andy only had eyes for you. She fell to your side, knowing that you’d revive again any second, and cupped your face in her hands.

“Come on, come back,” she muttered, words inaudible against the gunfire.

Her eyes went to the wound. It should be closing up… it should be healing.

“No, no, no.” Panic flared through her and she shook you fiercely. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare do that.” It’s not their time. It’s not their time! It can’t be. “Come on, come back to me. Now!”

Andy never cried, not really. She never allowed herself that. This was an exception. She squeezed her eyes shut, her vision having blurred anyway from the tears that had assaulted her. Her hands stayed on your face.

Her eyes were still closed when yours blinked open.

You groaned a little in pain as the bullet clattered to the floor.

“Andy?” You muttered.

The gunfire had ended and Andy hadn’t even realised. It was quiet again. Her eyes opened and she took in the sight before her. You, alive, breathing… alive.

“Why the hell did that take so long?!” She cried, one of her hands moving to the wound to check if it had healed properly. It looked as if there was never even a wound there, the only tell being the blood around it. “I thought that you were dead!”

“I was dead.”

“Not funny.”

“How is that not funny?”

Andy fumbled. How was she going to explain this? How could she explain this? You, reviving with Andy kneeling over you, crying and willing you to come back. There was no explanation for that.

“Hey, why are you crying?” Hesitantly, you reached up a hand to wipe them away.

“Why do you think I’m crying?”

You thought for a moment. “Is it because you thought that this was it? You said something about it taking so long. You realised how much you never want me to actually die?” Your words were partly a joke and partly truth. You wanted to hear her say yes, to admit things you and the others had suspected for a long, long while. But you couldn’t help but tease at the same time.

Andy stared at you, words rushing through her mind.

“Well, is that it?” You pushed.

More silence followed. You wondered if she was ever going to say anything. Just when you were about to give up hope, to push her hands away from your face, and to stand and start searching for the files again, Andy surprised you by leaning in and pressing her lips to yours. The kiss was quick, rushed, but it held the passion of a hundred years of hidden love and the promise of a hundred years more.

Andy pulled away and looked at you. “You don’t do that again, you hear me?”

“Don’t do what?” You replied, a little shell shocked from the kiss.

“Die.”

A small laugh erupted out of you. “I can’t really promise that. I mean, dying… that’s kinda what I do… like a never ending circle of dying…”

Her lips quirked up into a small smile. “Oh, shut up.”

Another yell came from across the room. This time, it was Joe. “When you two are finished confessing your love, would you please find that file?”

Andy laughed and looked over at them. “Yeah, yeah, we’re on it.”

She stood up and offered you a hand, which you took, and stood alongside her. With a smile directed at you, she walked over to the drawer she was looking in before and started searching again.

“By the way,” you started, searching your own drawer again. “When we do get out of here, I’m expecting a full explanation of the last hundred years. You know that, right?”

[ocegion]

Andy: *numb towards her own existence*

Booker: *alcoholic, depressed and suicidal*

Nile: *having three separate nervous breakdowns at the same time*

Quynh: *S U F F E R I N G*

Lykon: *literally dead*

Joe and Nicky, in the background: *making kissy faces and saying the mushiest shit ever, hearts floating around as they plan their 500th honeymoon and 'I will always love you' plays*

[randomingoftherandomness]

Hello dear! How exciting!!! Prompt: "Booker gets magicked into a dog and they find him and take care for him, all the while searching for booker who has vanished. Surprisingly for him they are devastated. Booker is pretty sure they will get over it, it's better as it is now. They love him as a dog and he don't need to fear that he will hurt them again." (if possible happy ending? O_O)

A/N: I’ve written something along the lines of Booker being turned into an animal with the Immortal fam looking for him before but this prompt from Selena is allowing me to focus it more specifically on Booker x Joe x Nicky so it is definitely not one I was going to pass up haha...

Thanks for the prompt, Selena and I hope you guys like this!

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It makes no sense that they would worry.

Booker wriggles his way under Nicky’s fidgeting hand and plops his great head on his thigh, peering up to catch the absent smile that he bestows with a sneaky slice of beef from his plate. He tries flicking his tail but nothing seems to pull Nicky away from the discussion happening around the table.

“We could try again. Maybe he has a safe house he never told you guys about. Someplace he kept quiet?” Nile’s voice carries from somewhere behind him. Booker would turn to look but Nicky’s fingers have settled on the crown of his head and he is disinclined to move away from that touch.

“Maybe we can try Marseille,” Joe says softly in the way Booker has only ever heard in the quiet spaces in the nighttime when they’re supposed to be sleeping but they know they will spend the whole night talking instead.

“Marseille?”

Nicky’s fingers pause in Booker’s fur and he can feel him inhale as if to speak, but it is Andy that speaks. “It was where he lived with his family before Russia. All of his children were born there and he buried his family at Petites-Crottes before shifting them to Paris just after the First World War.” Booker sags against Nicky’s thigh. “He doesn’t really talk about Marseille. There really wouldn’t be a reason why he would go back there.”

Of course he doesn’t talk about Marseille. Why would he? By the time Joe, Nicky, and Booker became somewhat of a unit, it was evident that they wanted to strike some sort of identity for themselves and it hadn’t seemed right to bring his family into the equation.

Someone pats at his hind leg and he retracts it closer to his body. Perhaps this is a bad time to bring up how he bought out the block of buildings where he made a home with his wife and sons, and is a pretty successful landlord in all accounts.

He gives a low whine and that prompts whoever is at his hind leg to begin petting him gently, and for Nicky to resume his scratching. “Well, he must have gone somewhere. He can’t have disappeared, can’t he? Not in this day and age.”

“If anyone could, it would be Booker,” He hears the thread of reluctant pride in Joe’s voice and does his best not to wag his tail at the praise, and instead latches to the way he can see Nicky’s eyes turn a little sad. 

It makes no sense that they would want to find him so early into his exile. Shouldn’t they be happier or at least contemplate the notion that he may not want to be found? On that same note, it does give him a frisson of unwanted happiness that they would even want to look for him. It’s a paradoxical concoction of emotions and he shifts away from Nicky to keep from thinking about it.

“Well, at least we have this one,” Nile sighs, fingers scratching up Booker’s side and his underbelly when he flops over for her quiet laughter. “We’ll need to find this big guy’s people soon. They must be worried about him.”

Joe moves into his line of sight and cradles his face between his hands with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Booker lets his jaw part and his tongue flutter out in a silly expression just to make the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement. 

He hears Andy’s soft huff followed by the clink of a bottle being set on the table. Maybe if he can keep making them laugh now, they’ll let him stay once more.

[randomfandomblogx]

Immortal Child (Prologue)

Pairing: Joe x Nicky x child!reader (named)

Warnings: slight homophobia, FLUFFY GOODNESS!!

Credits: @tsuyuus (please let me know if you want me to take this down. I’ll happily do so!)

A/N: oh wow! First story I’ve written in.... four, five years maybe? Lol. Pretty rusty, however I hope you guys like this one! Ps: the Portuguese & any other languages used in this story are from google translate, so please correct me if I get anything wrong.

Portugal, 1986

When Andy gave the okay to adopt, the two men were over the MOON!! Nicky if not more so. She knew how much they loved one another ... not to mention how they longed to be fathers, signing up wherever they could. Of course, the leader had her worries.

What if things go wrong? If they questioned why they couldn’t go out as much as other people?

We’ll get to that bridge eventually, she thought to herself. But if anything, she was happy for them. Booker on the other hand was much more hesitant than Andromache, given the experience he had with his own children. He didn’t want Joe and Nicky to go through that same agony and despair he did. That was... until the dream they had two nights prior.

The child was like them. Immortal. A young female who would ‘die’ at seventeen..... and never age again, thus causing her to stay that way forever. Yes, a child was what the men wanted; but she was young. Too young to even go on this path. However, the group of soldiers never got a pick of who joins the team... and they wouldn’t start now. Family or not.

The bright sun shines beautifully around the city as the couple make their way to the center... both excited and nervous to meet their newest member of the family, making the silent promise to do their best in shielding her from the world until it was time.

The orphanage was busy at this time of day, some children running to a their new families with open arms.. others reluctant to go, for this place was all that they knew. Not to mention the dirty stares and not so subtle whispers as they see two hands intertwined with one another. All because they were in love.

“Não ligue para eles, querida. Eles não significam nada.” Joe whispers, causing Nicky to chuckle. Time ticks away as they wait.... and wait.... and waited a little more. Until finally their — well, fake names — were called, they bolt up instantly as a young woman in her twenties approach with a small toddler wobbling next to her; one hand around a tiny hand, a bag in the other... it was their little girl.

The signatures were taken care of before hand, as well as the payment.. all they needed now was their little munchkin. Nicky could feel his heart nearly burst with joy, and from the sparkle in Joe’s eyes, he felt the exact same way. She was perfect in the sense that her features were similar to theirs. Nicky’s fair complexion, Joe’s dark eyes... yep, the little one could definitely pass as their child.

“Aqui estamos senhores. Évora, diga olá aos seus papais.” Her wide eyes gaze upon the blue eyed immortal... swearing he would melt right then and there. “Papa.” The small girl parrots, sounding like heaven out of those tiny lips.

Before they knew it, Evora lets go of the woman’s hand, her little feet trotting up to her new family as she grasps on to Nicky’s leg, eyes never leaving his. “Papa.” She repeated. He wanted to cry.

“Sim pequenino, I am your papa.”

The little girl giggles as he picked her up collecting her things along the way. Joe observes the interaction with the widest smile on his face, one that doesn’t disappear even after they left the building. This man in front of him was his everything.... and now, so was Evora. A mutual decision that they’d made together.

The love of his life.....the entire world even .... were now in the forms of two very special people.

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Não ligue para eles, querida. Eles não significam nada: Pay no mind to them darling, they mean nothing

Aqui estamos senhores. Évora, diga olá aos seus papais: Here we are gentlemen. Evora, come meet your papas.

Sim pequenino: Yes little one

[firefliesintheskyline]

(Me, prompting myself under the shower : What if we take the popular “person A is drunk and asks person B to be their partner, person B laughs and answers by saying they are married already (without saying they are actually married to person A) and person A pouts” and add “what person B doesn’t know is that person A sees them interact with person C and thinks they are the significant other”)

So, I guess… enjoy???

(Now on AO3 !)

INTOXICATED (Nicky x Joe + the Immortal Family)

Their last mission in France had been extremely successful, so Andy wasn't entirely surprised to find 2 cases of champagne in front of their safe house. She had to admit that, while at first she had been very reluctant to give Copley the address, taking the risk to share the information had paid off nicely more than once. He also really didn’t need to know that this was only one of the half dozen properties they had in Paris and its surroundings.

“Well, I guess we are in for a big celebration tonight!” Quynh was enthusiastically emptying the first box and passing the bottles over to Booker, while Nile and Joe were already heading to the kitchen to get some glasses.

“Don’t start moping, Nicky,” Andy gave him her signature half smile, “you don’t have to drink, if you don’t want to.”

Nicky looked almost offended by her suggestion.

“Just because I have a very low tolerance, it doesn’t mean I have to refrain from alcohol entirely, Andromache.”

She shrugged, completely unbothered.

“If you say so.”

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From her spot on the sofa, Andy let out a self-satisfied smirk when she noticed that Nicky was curled up into the armchair, looking comfortable and completely gone.

“Hush, love,” Quynh pinched her very lightly on the arm, “stop making fun of him. After all, you where the one who instigated the drinking.”

Andy gave her a pointed look. “I merely told him that he didn’t have to, if he didn’t want to.”

“Because you knew exactly what his reaction would be,” Quynh retorted, looking back at Nicky with fondness in her eyes, “I still don’t get how he could be the fiercest warrior in the room and yet be totally unaware of the tricks you play on him.”

“I didn’t play any trick,” Andy shook her head, “and you know it. He knows it. Nicky has been too tense lately, and I need him to loosen up a little.” She got up, heading for the kitchen to refill her empty glass. “And you can call him the 'fiercest warrior in the room’ only once I’m gone from this world.”

Quynh laughed quietly and scooped closer to Nile, who was lazily trying to engage Booker into an art debate. The frenchman was mostly content to listen, while resisting the urge to drift off to sleep.

Joe, who was sitting right next to him, was about to pitch in as well, when suddenly Nicky decided to get up from the armchair and drop himself unceremoniously into his partner’s lap.

“Hi.”

The room went quiet for about half a minute, before Nile tactfully started talking again, soon followed by both Booker and Quynh. However, it didn’t stop them from taking turns to glance back at the couple every once in a while.

“Well, hi to you.” Joe wasn’t used to Nicky being openly affectionate in front of their family, and wasn’t sure if he should indulge in this. He didn’t want Nicky to feel mortified the next morning. Still, he put his hands very lightly on each side of Nicky’s waist. “Do you want to go to bed?”

Nicky tilted his head on the side a little, looking at him with lust. “Would you care to join me?”

Joe was a little flushed by the situation, but couldn’t help the soft smile that escaped his lips. “I have to say, your proposition sounds extremely appealing, but if you think you can get my pants off of me that easily…” he trailed off, winking.

Now it was Nicky’s turn to feel embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” He took a deep breath and lowered his voice. “You are very handsome. And I want you. Very much. And I think your body wants me too. So, if you accept to be my lover, I can bed you and make sweet love to you. Or rough love. Both. I think I would enjoy both very much.”

It took Joe a whole minute to register all the words that came out of Nicky’s mouth. His Nicky, who was always shy with words (but never with gestures), who took months to actually voice his love for Joe at the beginning of their shared journey, but was now apparently propositioning him in the middle of a room full of people.

The same Nicky who, in the meantime, was getting worried by the lack of response. “Please be assured that this wouldn’t be a one time occurrence, I wouldn’t dare deflower your body without promptly making an honest man out of you…"

At which point Joe couldn’t help it and burst into laughter. “Well, that is very noble of you,” he said, and then, just because he wanted to see how far he could push it, “but unfortunately I’m already united in wedlock.”

The color drained entirely from Nicky’s face, making it very clear that this was not the answer he was expecting. Joe immediately regretted his words, and was about to add more concerning the obvious piece of information that Nicky was missing, when he got distracted by Booker, who was laughing hard at one of Nile’s joke, squeezing Joe’s arm with both of his hands in the process and putting his forehead on his shoulder. “Did you hear it? Man, that was hilarious.”

Joe faintly registered that Nicky was moving from his lap and slopingly getting up, but didn’t want to be rude to the rest of his family. “I’m sorry, I was not listening, would you mind repeating it?”

While Booker was making himself more comfortable into his side, Joe vaguely noticed Nicky leaving the room, but decided to stay and listen to Nile before following him and explain the misunderstanding. Or at least that was the intention, spoiled completely by Nicky who came back in the room almost in a rush and vehemently slapped Booker with a glove.

For the second time of the night, the room went very, very quiet.

“I demand satisfaction!,” Nicky exclaimed in a loud voice, slurring only slightly and making sure that the attention of everyone was on him, “this man has been distracted in frivolous conversation for the entire night, and when I decided to make a move on his beloved, only then he reminded himself of his duty as a husband! But tonight, we will end this,” he said, his fierce eyes on Booker, “I challenge you to a duel.”

Nile was, surprisingly, the first one to break the silence. “Is this a regular thing?” she said, uncertain on how she should feel about the whole situation.

“No, it is not.” The mischievous light in Andy’s eyes was unmistakable. “Ladies, let’s go get the popcorns, we can’t miss this for anything in the world.”

“Boss, you can’t be serious,” Booker called after her, but was clearly ignored. He straightened himself up. “Nicky, come on, I’m n—“

“Not. Another. Word.” Nicky looked at him pointedly in the eyes, before dropping on one knee and taking Joe’s hands in his. “You have to forgive me, I have acted out of pride, without even asking in which direction your heart was pointing…"

“You. It was pointing at you. Tonight, tomorrow, always. I would always choose you,” Joe didn’t hesitate for a single moment, and was rewarded by Nicky’s beautiful smile.

“Well, let the challenge begin!” Nicky pointed at his sword and at Joe’s scimitar, set on the wall on a corner of the room. “We have the weapons, now we just need some… space.”

“I’m glad our backyard is huge,” Quynh took the blades and started walking outside, “chop chop guys, we don’t have all night! Some of us want to use the early morning hours for better activities.” She winked at Andy, while Nile was rolling her eyes, clearly over their not-so-subtle flirting.

They were followed by Nicky and Joe, while Booker was contemplating the idea of making a run for it and loose himself in the Parisian night. He shook the thought out of his head and joined the rest of them outside, aware of the fact that sometimes his family could be too goddamn much.

“It’s going to be a duel to first blood! Since, well, death wouldn’t stick anyway…” Quynh clapped her hands, excitedly, “good luck to the contenders!” she yelled, before going to sit next to Andy and starting to eat the popcorns with way too much enthusiasm.

Nicky was about to reach for the sword, but Joe pushed the scimitar in his hands instead. “A token of love,” he whispered tenderly, before giving Nicky a light kiss on the cheek.

Booker took the sword and sent a clearly exasperated look in their direction, but couldn’t help the little smile on his lips. He really did admire the lengths these two would go to keep their love alive, he just wished they didn’t need to involve the entire family on a regular basis.

Andy gave the signal, and soon enough they started to fight. In a normal situation, Nicky would have had the upper hand, but he was still heavily inebriated, and only his consummated skills as a warrior made it seem like he was doing perfectly fine. He shielded himself from a couple of blows and was about to strike, but he got distracted by Joe’s anxious stare and tight grip on Nile. That was all Booker needed to make a cut on his forearm.

Cheers erupted from both Quynh and Andy, who run to Booker and started clapping on his shoulders, while Joe rushed on Nicky’s side. “My love, are you alright? I should have not given you the scimitar, not after you had so much alcohol…”

Nicky put a hand on Joe's cheek, stroking him softly. “Don’t you worry for me, vita mia. The only thing that makes me sad is to be parted from you.”

“No one will ever part us, hayati. I belong by your side.”

“Even if I lost to him?” At Joe’s strong nod, Nicky pushed the issue further. “You would leave your husband for me?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Nicky looked triumphant, and pulled Joe in a fierce kiss, before taking his hand and walking back into the house, leaving the others behind.

“I say one week.”

Nile, who had been distracted by Nicky and Joe’s epic act of love, turned her head at the other three people left there, looking utterly confused.

“What are you guys talking about?”

They completely ignored her.

“Very optimistic of you, Booker. A month,” Andy smirked, looking entirely confident.

“Oh please, Andy! It’s wasn’t that bad,” Quynh was shaking her head, clearly unimpressed, “I’m not even sure it’s going to last more than 24 hours.”

Andy started laughing very loudly. “None of you has known Nicky for as long as I did. He has a serious problem with holding grudges.”

“Guys,” Nile tried again, “what are you betting on?”

Booker took pity on her. “How long before we’ll have to leave them alone in the house to avoid the noises of celebratory sex."

“I’m pretty sure they are doing... ‘that’ right as we speak?” Nile loved her new family, she really did, but she still wasn’t comfortable with the amount of intimate information that were often shared as an off-hand comment.

“Definitely not,” Andy was looking straight at her, “Joe would never take advantage of a drunk Nicky. Even if I honestly doubt Nicky would have any objection.”

Nile shrugged, “Well, then tomorrow morning.”

“That’s when Nicky is going to wake up and remember.”

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Joe was awakened by the morning sun, and he stirred lazily while keeping his eyes shut. He didn’t remember the last time he had been in such a good mood right at the beginning of the day. After the duel, he and Nicky had sat on the bed for a long time, making out like a couple of teenagers, until Nicky had wanted to push it a little further and Joe had gently stopped him, pressing him to lay down on the bed. They had lazily curled into each other and had been fast asleep only moments later.

But now they were both sober, and Joe was very well intentioned to take his sweet time and make love to the perfect, gorgeous man who was laying by his side.

Except Nicky was not by his side, and suddenly Joe realized that his arms were empty. He moved his hand up and down the other side of the bed, until his fingers brushed along other fingers. He tried to reach for them, but after a gentle squeeze, the other hand left his. He opened his eyes.

His Nicky was looking at him with something that looked like… disappointment.

“Nicolò, come back to bed.”

There was no answer. No reaction.

“Light of my eyes, moon of my life, can you tell me what is wrong?”

Nicky kept glaring at him, much to Joe’s dismay.

“Tell me again how you would leave your husband… in a heartbeat?” Nicky’s statement was followed by a heavy sigh, and a shake of the head. “I didn’t think you such a cruel man, Yusuf.”

Joe’s eyes widened, in alarm. “Nicky, I was talking about… him! Not you! And even by intending you as my husband, which was by the way absolutely not what was happening, I would have still left you… for you!” Joe knew he was making absolutely no sense, but he had just woken up. And he and mornings didn’t necessarily get along.

Nicky shook his head again, clearly dismissive. “I’m deeply hurt, my heart. Someone bats their eyes at you and suddenly you forget all about your husband.”

“You were batting your eyes at me, not just… someone!” Joe was slightly starting to panic. “I wouldn’t notice anyone else if they tried to bat their eyes at me!”

“If you say so.” Nicky got up from the bed, and only then Joe noticed that he was already dressed up. “I’m taking a walk with Nile. Let’s see if when I come back, you’re going to be here, or if you have just decided to run away and leave your husband in a heartbeat.”

Nicky exited the room without another word, content to just leave a loudly groaning Joe on the bed. He made it to the kitchen, where Andy was drinking her coffee.

“How long?”

“A month.”

“Never going to happen,” Nicky was fighting the urge to smile, “I am merely trying to make a point. My instincts are already screaming in protest."

Andy rolled her eyes.

“Fine. But at least wait more than a week, I don’t want to lose to /Booker/.”

“I said this morning,” Nile approached Nicky and touched him lightly on the arm, “and by the look of it, it feels like that’s what you want to go for.”

“My dear, dear Nile,” Nicky covered her hand with his own, “let’s go quickly buy you something with the money that our brothers and sisters are going to owe you.”

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(originally written for @percivlgraves birthday

(Notes:

1) this is my first fanfiction in almost seven years, hopefully it’s not too bad;

2) this is my first fanfiction in english E V E R, please don’t be too harsh, I swear I’ll try to improve!!)