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@garrickxkeating
“Luka!” Garrick called from the kitchen where he was reheating some leftovers, “You want in on this?” Somehow he still felt hungover from halloween but he was pretty sure that food would solve it. Food solved most things in life, even broken hearts, so a lingering hangover should be no problem. @luka-rossi
jackatsea·:
“Only for you.” Jack grumbled in reply before his smirk grew with Garrick’s words. “We can’t just skip to the end because then there’s no build up. Besides, I got to show you off and stuff right?” Not that they were like an official thing or anything but their past was certainly known by many.
“Build up!” Garrick laughed, shaking his head lightly, “You don’t think I can get you all worked up in a couple minutes? Should I be taking that as a challenge? I didn’t realize I was your arm candy, Jack... I kinda like that.” Somehow Waverly was in his head again, not an unusual thing really, but annoying at that particular moment, as she was reminding him of how bad things had gotten. Garrick huffed out a little breath, smiling, determined to make it work, “You wanna do this or nah, I’m sure we can find something that would pass for Batman and Robin in the warehouse before tonight?”
jackatsea·:
“An adorable Batman? That’s not what I’m going for Garrick.” Jack groaned shaking his head. “You’re just a giant and that’s why you think I’m short.” He murmured with a growing smirk. “I was just thinkin’ how nice and tight Robin’s costume is honestly. And well, you do always have my back.”
“Nah, you’d make anything adorable, look at you.” Garrick grinned, always tickled by Jack’s dislike of being called short. He wasn’t short, not really, but Garrick was taller and that’s all that mattered, “Oh yeah? You like that, huh? Seeing me in tight shit? I can make it a sexy Robin costume too, no shirt, god damn... I just want to skip to the end of the night..”
noahgraves·:
“Yeah, see, you huffing and puffing doesn’t convince me of anything,” Noah retorted, still grinning. “Except your shitty ability to bluff.”
But then Garrick did it, setting the catapult off. Noah whistled, low, as the bottle flew through the air: he thought he could almost hear it ringing. As the bottle rashed with a distant tree-trunk, Noah whirled back to face the gunner. “What?” He was impressed. No one else on the island made things, they just consumed. More alcohol. More food. More sex. Noah felt like he was spinning in a vortex as he tried to improve things, create something where there was nothing before. “How?”
Garrick fucking Keating, though.
Noah clapped his hands together. “Jesus, Keating. I’d kiss you right now if I thought you wouldn’t take it the wrong way.”
Garrick was laughing to himself, face scrunching up happily when he heard the bottle break but when Noah turned to him and asked him how again he was so confused that he refused to acknowledge the question. It did not exist.
“Kiss me??” His eyes went wide and wiggled a little, this was a much better topic than physics or some shit, “Wait... what’s the wrong way.. is it.. is... is it if you kiss me and I punch you in the face that’s the wrong way or if’n you kiss me and I teaaaaase you about having a crush on me until the end of time? Cuz I wouldn’t punch ya but I would definitely... d e f i n i t e l y tease the shit out of you... after I was done of course.. with the kiss... cuz I’m sure you wouldn’t kiss long enough.. you look like you don’t kiss long enough, Noah.. do you? Kiss long enough... I don’t see it...”
jackatsea·:
“I was gonna bust out the ol’ serial killer costume.. the one where I dress normal cuz serial killers look just like you an’ me but I could do a sexyserial killer and leave the shirt at home, if you want.
“And here I was thinking you could be the Robin to my Batman.”
@garrickxkeating
“You would make an adorable Batman, babe... all short and cute... though maybe not so effective against the bad guys but that’s what Robin’s for, right? Stand behind ya, make anyone who’s thinking of givin’ you trouble have second thoughts?”
jackatsea:
Jack shivered slightly, the tension and passion in the air thick. Leaning his head back against Garrick’s chest/shoulder area (because Garrick is so freaking tall) he let out a long moan. The heavy and calming words in his ear had him moaning even longer as he felt himself let go completely and let out the longest moan known to man. “Fuck Garrick.” He furrowed his brows and pushed himself back into the other with a small grunt. “Baby.” Jack whispered.
One hand gripped Jack’s hip, fingers digging into him to keep him braced as Garrick started to fuck into him, nice and slow. The noises that Jack made only spurred him on and leaned in, ravishing his neck with kisses and bites, sucking a mark into his skin that was far too possessive for its own good. The desk skittered a little across the floor at the force of one of his thrusts and he swore under his breath as he stepped forward, arm moving to wrap around Jack’s shoulders, holding him tight against his chest instead of using the desk as a support.
claire-darby·:
Claire was never particularly in a good mood but the fires and the execution in particular had set her on edge. It wasn’t the death itself that bothered her, no she couldn’t find it in her heart to care about the Ukrainian princess. In her mind, the death had been deserved. No, it had been torturing Nael that had gotten to her, a man who then forgave her when the act was done. Feeling off and very much so not herself, Claire had resigned herself to drinking just enough alcohol to stay numb, a place where she was functioning but didn’t have to think too much. She was making her way to the canteen when she heard Garrick, groaning instantly at the sound of his voice. He spent far too much time with Kiran. “Getting food. Last I checked I could do that without being questioned.”
“Ah, you’d be wrong!” Garrick replied with a cheeky grin, “They actually just changed the rules so I actually have to question you before you can get anything from the canteen.... I just do as I’m told.” His smile was bright and wide, totally giving away the obvious bullshit he was spewing. He knew that there had been some unsavoury things going on in the dungeons but he didn’t know who had been responsible, he figured that even if Claire hadn’t been part of that the fires and the execution were enough of an excuse for some day drinking, “You got anything good there to drink at least?” Was he about to invite himself to her non-party? Yes, yes he was.
noahgraves·:
It was not hard to dodge a sloppily-thrown beer can, and so he did. Quite artfully. “How the hell did you put all this together?” He asked with some wonder, light green eyes surveying the scene before him. It was like something out of one of those shitty NBC post-apocalyptic TV shows, except there were no zombies, and Garrick was the most attractive one there. Shame. If it was a show, there’d at least be one sassy blonde.
Noah was a sucker for procedurals.
Reaching into his bag, he popped open the tab of a beer and took a sip, reaching for one of the guns. It was heavy in his palm, leaden. They always surprised him with their weight. He lifted it, aiming with one hand without flipping off the safety, and put it back down again. “What the–” Two steps to the catapult. He glanced up at Garrick. “Does this thing even work?”
“How??” Garrick asked indignantly, “Fuckin’ magic, man, shit...” he was very articulate when balancing on that line between pleasantly buzzed and drunk and he intended to keep that balance for a while.
The catapult-throwey-thing was his pride and joy, he’d welded together some bits and pieces that he’d scavenged from various places around the island and came up with an admittedly ugly yet highly effective throwing device. It was mint with actual clay pigeons but ohh the other things it could throw as well. “Does it work? Christ, Noah, what th’ fuck is this shit on Garrick day?? Of course it fuckin’ works, lookit!”
Feigning to the right to distract the other pirate, Garrick grabbed the newly opened beer with a triumphant whoop and quickly set it in the holding section. It was already locked and, now, it was loaded and he grinned almost maniacally, “Watch...” he pulled the lever and the beer launched into the air, travelling in a smooth arch, not spinning, looking like some odd sort of beer commercial before it hit the ground out of sight, “Does it work...” Garrick muttered happily under his breath.
Vampire Bite
Vampire Bite: Do you enjoy neck bites?
“Well yeah, who the fuck doesn’t?”
jackatsea·:
“So what are we dressing up as for this party? Because I’m picturing you in something shirtless.”
“I was gonna bust out the ol’ serial killer costume.. the one where I dress normal cuz serial killers look just like you an’ me but I could do a sexy serial killer and leave the shirt at home, if you want.
Vampire Bite
Vampire Bite: Do you enjoy neck bites?
“Well yeah, who the fuck doesn’t?”
Yeah, you do, don’t you...
Found Footage
Found Footage: Have you ever posted a video on YouTube? Bonus points for sharing it.
“On youtube? No, but I’m sure there’s a sex tape or two floating around. Somewhere. And no, I’m not giving you a link. You’ve got to work for it.”
Jesus Christ, Waves....
Jump scare
What is a fear that you have?
Losing Waverly somehow.
Pumpkin Guts: Do you like pumpkin spice lattes?
Pumpkin spice belongs in pumpkin pies.
Horror Asks 💀
Slasher Film: What are some of your favorite scary movies?
Jump Scare: What is a fear that you have?
Haunted House: How much would it cost to get you to stay in a haunted house?
666: Do you have a lucky number?
Bloodbath: Baths or showers?
Found Footage: Have you ever posted a video on YouTube? Bonus points for sharing it.
Scream Queen: Are you dressing up for Halloween this year?
Pumpkin Guts: Do you like pumpkin spice lattes?
Grave Robber: Have you ever tried to talk to a ghost?
Claw Marks: If you could own an exotic pet, what would you choose to have?
Friday the 13th: Do you like to go out or stay in on Friday nights?
Devil Horns: Are you an angel or a devil?
Bloody Mary: Do you have any urban legends specific to where you’re from?
Spooky Scary Skeletons: What’s something you are hiding about yourself?
Vampire Bite: Do you enjoy neck bites?
Butcher Knife: Ever stabbed a friend in the back?
Possessed Doll: Are dolls creepy or cute?
Witches’ Brew: What would be put into a potion to summon you?
Grab Bag: Ask me anything.
jackatsea:
Jack let out a loud moan as the stimulation increased with all the sensations building. The teasing had him losing his mind. Not that that was rare when Garrick was in the equation. Jack groaned at the other’s words, his hold body feeling on fire. “God I fucking missed you.” He admitted probably a little too loudly but it was the truth and he didn’t want this moment to ever stop. “I need you to fuck me baby. I need you.”
It wasn’t going to be glamorous but Garrick didn’t care about aesthetics. Moving back, he spread Jack’s cheeks and spit a copious amount, watching it drip towards his tight ring of muscle. Using his thumb he caught it and spread it where he needed it and, using precum as well, started to push in. His hand reached down to grab Jack’s leg, hooking it around his arm as he set his hand against the desk to keep him open and Garrick leaned in, pushing in further as he nosed at Jack’s ear, whispering quietly, “Relax, babe, relax... I got you, jus’ relax ‘n lemme in....”
Having eaten all of Kiran’s leftovers and not finding anything in his villa that didn’t require cooking, Garrick made his way towards the canteen for food. He was lost in thought, thinking about the last few days and the aftermath of.. everything when he saw a familiar face that made him pause. “Claiiirrreee....” he purred out teasingly as he quirked an eyebrow, “Whatcha doing?” His eyes moved from her face to the bottle of some sort of alcohol in her hand, wondering if she was actually drinking at that time of day. He couldn’t quite tell but it would likely be obvious once she spoke... if she deigned to anyway. @claire-darby
noahgraves·:
boys and toys. → @garrickxkeating
“Alright, Keating. Put the guns down.”
Noah walked into the clearing with one hand up, the other wrapped around the handle of a backpack. He slung it down next to the other pirate, the tinny sound of beer cans relaying its contents. Noah sighed.
The day was hot to begin with, and the climb up to Garrick was more effort than he wanted to give. Hands on his hips, Noah looked around and nodded. “Clay pidgeons today?”
Garrick had been polishing off his fourth beer when he heard Noah call out and he was confused by the words until he turned and nearly spit the beer out at the ridiculous scene he was met with. He managed to swallow though and threw the now empty can at Noah’s chest, “Dumbass.” he stated resolutely though he was smiling. Beer and shooting was definitely what he needed
Noah had taken far. Too. Long. and Garrick had managed to set up a bunch of targets around the clearing, weird chunks of bark propped against bushes, a couple stones lined up a long log, his trusty bullet hole-ridden stop sign with the chain hooked to it hung up in the trees. He had pigeons too, of course, needed something more difficult to start before the beer really kicked in and stationary targets would be necessary. “Yeah and other stuff... I got the.. thing here.” He never could remember the name of the ‘throw-y thing’ that he’d MacGyvered into existence but he kicked it anyway. There were a couple of rifles laid out, a mix of handguns, and a bag full of shiny new cartridges all ready for them to play with.
