little piece for ST zine :)
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little piece for ST zine :)
I think iii and vessel bite eachother a lot and pull eachothers hair a lot. Like in a horny way of course. But also they just do that shit. Perpetually in love with eachother but also need to be put in the "this is our get a long shirt" tshirt. Yeah
(rock hard) we’re just bandmates right
for the ask game: 🌤️
from an AU where Vessel is a bouncer and III is definitely not too drunk to get into the club 😌✨
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"…So you really won't let me in?"
"Absolutely not."
"What? That's bollocks. I'm fucking 33! Sorry- 34. I just turned 34 a month ago!" he threw the back of his hand to his forehead as though he were about to faint. "Please, sir, I'm so old that the years are starting to blur!" he slurred with excessive drama.
"Yes, yes, and I believe you,” Vessel replied with a deep chuckle, clearly entertained by his theatrics. “But alas, you're still too drunk. I can't let you in."
III rolled his eyes like a teenager and tapped the back of his knuckles on Vessel's rack— chest. Chest. God, maybe he really was sloshed. "I am perfectly fine. Seriously. I've only had a couple a' Guinesses. Now let me in, prettyboy."
Vessel fought a smirk and straightened his posture, pulling his shoulders back. "You smell more like a lemon drop than a Guinness."
"What? Are you going to look me in the eyes and tell me lemon drops aren't delicious?"
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WIP ask game
pros: the bouncer!vessel / drunk!iii fic is almost done, and I never finish anything, so that’s pretty cool
cons: I will probably not be seeing the pearly gates