#poor pete

[foxalade]

Peter was a Prude.

Sirius took great pride in talking about sexual things in front of him.

Remus was embarrassed about the things Sirius said about him in front of Peter, but also talked about sex openly.

James was their N° 1 supporter but felt bad for Peter.

Lily rolled her eyes at all of them.

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

POV you all have to take a shitty group photo after a long day filming but

You remember you are Nat Faxon and your 'brain' is filled with glitter and nothing can hurt you

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

[milobyelo]

I like to think that in Maverick’s down time from taking names and kicking ass in the sky he goes on walks to get himself to slow down and back to life’s regular speed instead of the adrenaline rush of flying. And it’s like a whole thing for him, he has a designated bookbag he brings with him if a sketch book and snacks etc. But most importantly his favorite part of the park is the pond, because there’s so many ducks. And the ducks remind him of goose so he just gets a little melancholic and sits down under a tree by the pond for an hour feeding the ducks.

The thing is he’s had the same house he inherited from his dad in Sand Diego by the base for decades so he’s gone to this pond in his downtime whenever he gets back in town for decades. And he always feeds the ducks. Hes brought Bradley and Carole to feed ducks with him before and later played catch with Bradley for practice by the pond, it’s a whole thing for him.

Well after Ice’s cancer scare and the two of them get their shit together (in this I imagine they don’t really get in a relationship until a couple years pre-canon) and Mav takes him to the pond because it’s his special place and he wants to share it with his boyfriend.

So he brings a blanket, they get settled, and Maverick grabs the food out his bag to go feed the ducks. He looks at Ice with such a soft look because they’ve been through so much but they can still find time in their life to sit down and feed the ducks in Mav’s special place.

And everything goes perfect until Iceman looks down at the food Maverick brought and offhandedly says “You know you’re not supposed to feed ducks bread, it’s bad for them. Did you bring anything else?”

And Maverick is just horrified. Because he’s been feeding these ducks bread for like 35 years and “oh my god Ice how many ducks did I kill”. And it’s a whole thing and Ice had to help him through the heartbreaking news but starting next week he brings seeds instead and thoroughly apologies to the ducks that just stare at him in return.

[peachym00]

Do you regret it?

kpanniversary2024 - prompt: regret

(post canon, after the hospital discharge)

“Do you regret it?” Pete looks down at his slippered feet. There isn’t much in life he regrets. Why waste time wishing you could change something when it was impossible to go back and alter time? “No,” he uttered quietly, dragging his gaze back up to an expression of deep fury. “No,” Vegas mocks him, cruel and insecure. “I would if I were you. There’s nothing I would regret more, in fact, than quitting my job to look after the…invalid.” The last word is spat out with such vitriol that he sends saliva flying into the air. Pete opens his mouth to remind Vegas that he isn’t technically classed as an invalid, but he gets interrupted by the glass of water he’d just given him being thrown across the room and shattering into a million pieces. He frowns at the wastage and the probable dent in the expensive wooden flooring. “There’s nothing to regret. If I didn’t want to be here, then I wouldn’t be.” Instead of reassuring him, this seems to anger Vegas even more. “As if you enjoy looking after me. What a joke your life has become. Or maybe you're used to it; you were basically a glorified babysitter on Tankhun duty. ” Pete snickered. He was right, in a way, about Tankhun, that is, not about anything else. “I don’t enjoy it when you throw glasses at me. Or when you assume you know what I’m thinking.” Vegas rolls his eyes, leaning his head onto the back of the sofa where he’d been sitting most of the morning. “I didn’t throw it at you.” “You didn’t need to throw it at all.” Pete sighs, though not with any malice. Vegas had a thing about regret. It was all he seemed to get stuck on, over and over again, no matter how often Pete had told him that he didn’t regret a thing. Maybe it was the demons in his head. Perhaps he was projecting. Or maybe he was sick and tired, still recovering from being shot, and not in any way, shape, or form coping with the fact that he was still unable to function as a healthy human being. Firing missile after missile of pain and misery that he had no idea how to deal with. And Pete was always the target, hitting him dead in the centre of his heart every single time. “Well, are you gonna clean it up?” Vegas sneered, trying to look high and mighty from his perch on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and looking anything but. Pete tilted his head. No. No, he was not.

[thatgothsamurai]

Your art brings me joy !!

Can I ask you what chan is doing in the mermaid au?

he's the former head guard of the North of course

but currently he's going with the previous kings on their vacation(retirement in disguise)👍

meanwhile the north's current head guard:

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

"aw thanks, cousin"

"I aint your cousin"

"very well"

"he's not my cousin either"

[deadpuppetboi]

Pete is not a good runner.

Far from it.

He trips, he falls, he bumps into random objects and/or people, and worse his asthma kicks in when he pushes himself too hard.

Now, his asthma isn't as horrible as people suspect it would be. He could run just fine but it's when he does it excessively without a break is when his lungs feel like they were going to burst. Like his heartbeat would ring in his ears, how cold he would intake his breath, and how much his vision blurs with the tears that flow from his eyes.

It was agonizing but it wasn't like Pete had a choice to stop anytime soon.

Mount Massive Asylum is what Pete considers to be Hell on Earth. Bull worth Academy should be considered a Daycare compared to whatever the Hell this place was.

Blood splattered on the floors, the walls, and even the ceiling. Mentally unhinged men roamed the halls trapped in their minds on what they considered to be real and fake. Monsters that trudged through convinced anyone or anything that was in their path was the problem and nothing more.

And as if that wasn't horrifying enough, Pete was alone.

Accompanied by the fact that he was lost, Pete didn't know where his friends had gone. Jimmy was being chased by a giant of a man, Gary was dragged off by some religious nut, and Miles was somewhere in this building. Pete didn't know, all he knew was that he was trying to convince himself to jump higher to climb that damned vent to get to another room.

He didn't have much, just his head and an empty stomach.

Wherever the teen was, he didn't know, but he did know that staying in a room with unhinged patients wasn't going to work. Getting himself up on a bloody hospital bed, Pete jumped into the vent above, crawling once more through a dusty vent to the next room over. Dropping into it resulted in a shock going up his legs, a pain that Pete, unfortunately, hasn't gotten used to.

And neither what would happen next will he ever gets used to it.

The man-patient-variant that was tied to a chair by chains then began to scream as soon as Pete stepped close to him. The teenager flinched at the screaming yet as he tried to get to the next door familiar voices began to ring from the room he was in before.

Pete looked over at the windows, in shock he saw the two naked men that he had seen walking around from before. They looked angry and very hungry as they screamed for themselves to finally indulge in their desires.

Pete ran to push the heavy set cabinet that was on his way out of the room. He could see that the men-the twins-use their bodies to knock down the locked doors that held them back. The teenager pushed even harder and as soon as the doors began to break he was already out the door, closing it with one swift motion he ran to the next door over.

He grabbed at the doorknob, adrenaline conflicting with his thoughts as he then noticed that it was locked. He instinctively looked up to see a man with a distorted face staring right back at him, screaming through the window.

“This is the experiment!”

Pete jumped back, yelping as he ran over and crashed through the open door, closing it once more with the same swift motion. He only pushed the heavy cabinet halfway through before moving to the next one, crying out as the door from before began to break under pressure.

He opened the door to what he would consider his haven until he heard that dreadful voice.

“There’s more than one way to fuck a cat. Come on!”

What the hell did that even mean?!?

Running into the hallway, Pete took his chances at running over to the left and then to the right. Which, considering his luck, the voices began to gather right at the end of it and started to get closer. Jumping over a hospital bed Pete went into another room, closing the door from behind he found himself quickly struggling with where to go.

He, of course, tried to push the heavy cabinet before giving up and jumping through the nearby vent. He was in a hallway once again, his heart at his throat, he stumbled over to a rather confusing room.

Navigating through the confusing structure of broken chairs and random desks, the teenager found himself at a standstill.

There was a gap at the end of the room.

Pete stopped himself, eyes wide as he stepped back to take in the sudden change of pace. He thought of going back only to see that a group of variants started to gather and were running straight towards him. Every one of them brandished a weapon, each sharper than the last.

Pete felt the back of his throat dry up, his heart beating faster than before he reconsidered his options.

Jump now or face whatever these sick men had planned for him.

“Why God-” Pete took a deep breath in, feeling a sharp pain perk within his chest, he ran as fast as he could.

His steps were loud, his legs stretched out, and his tears escaped his eyes as he took that leap of faith. And for a moment, a brief second, a hand had grazed his back, almost teasing him. And once it felt like gravity was by his side, Pete felt it drag him all the way down, up until his chest hit the concrete and his fingers grasped the edge.

He gasped, forcing himself to climb up the edge with as much strength as he had left within his body. He could hear the variants behind him call him out as a ‘slippery whore’ and walk off enraged. Pete let in a deep breath in and out as he laid himself on the floor, at last away from the empty abyss below.

For a second, he smiled, like he finally got himself away from harm and that he could finally let himself relax.

Getting up on his two feet, Pete walked off to what he would consider a safe place to relax. Maybe rest up a bit in the shadows and possibly find the only clean water he got to get for his dry through. And maybe he would-

“You can't hide!”

“Come on!”

Pete picked up his pace, not nothing to look back at as the door of the hallway burst open. Variants of all kinds running after him with weapons in hand, laughing and teasing him for thinking the stunt he pulled could have guaranteed his safety.

The door ahead was locked forcing Pete to run after a desk on the other side of a broken door frame. He jumped on top of it, grabbed the frame from above, and hoisted himself up and over. He barely missed the greedy hands from below, dropping to his still-aching feet. He ran off once more, through a distorted room, and another hallway, and ignored a door he knew was locked the second he looked at it.

The one room he went into might as well sealed his fate.

Pete, nonetheless, shut the door and stepped back, crying to himself how this might as well be the end. Nothing about this room screamed bland and even if he could use it as a weapon, he was unfortunately outnumbered. The best he could do was beg and pray to whatever God there’d be that could possibly help him.

Pete was about to break down, about to accept the horrors of what these disgusting men could do to him until he heard it.

“Who’s down there?”

A voice.

“You’re not one of them, are you?”

A sane and welcoming voice!

“Quick! Get in the dumb waiter if you want to live!”

It was coming from the radio, beside the waiter, someone he could finally understand and reason with!

Without a second thought, Pete got into the waiter, his tears once filled with dread then turned into joy. He laughed to himself as the waiter closed down on him, the variants that chased him down cursed to themselves as he was safely brought up and away from them. Pete was overwhelmed, thank God he found someone that could help him, someone that could call the police, someone that could help him find his friends, and so much more!

At last, he was going to live!

But as soon as Pete’s vision caught onto the man, his smile then dropped, and his chest was filled with unmistakable dread.

His skin was as dry as a raisin, his robe covered with fresh blood, his glasses broken and misused, tubes stabbed into his right arm, hair clumped and mismatched, and his face was as broken as the rest of them.

“You made the right choice, here, buddy.”

Richard Trager smiled as his fist immediately came into contact with Pete’s nose. Pete fell over himself, choking on air before another blow was given to his left eye. The teenager fell over in a heap, gasping as the madman above him looked down on him with the same smile.

“Hey, you’re one of those little shits the priest’s been talking about, aren't you? One of the...Three Wise Men or whatever. You must be exhausted. Let's take a break, huh, buddy? The old roughhousing with a little confab here and there or whatever the hell you kids do nowadays.”

Pete Kowalski is going to die.

Pete Kowalski is going to die.