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St. John Allerdyce (untamedinferno) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-11-17 01:21:00

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peter quill (mcu), st john allerdyce (616)

WHO: St. John Allerdyce and Peter Quill.
WHAT: Post horror therapy?
WHERE: Amidst Peter's and and John's two houses and yards.
WHEN: Sunday mid-morning.
RATING: Low.

Alright, so talking to Kitty had helped, but as much as that helped, and John knew that Kitty understood his feelings - she just wasn't there to deal with the thing Quill and him had to deal with. It was horrific. It was just things of nightmares, and a thing that just didn't wash away for John. So, he sought out the man who also been groped by the tentacles.

Peter fucking Quill.

Waking up on the Sunday, it was Sunday right? Regardless, the date didn't so much matter as finding his friend. Grabbing a pair of muffins, one for himself and the other for his mate, John left out his back door and just walked next door towards Peter's, and simply knocked on the door. He waited for a moment before sighing. What if he was still sleeping? What if he was busy with Gamora. There was a pause in Pyro's thinking. If he was interrupting anything between the pair of them, there was the off chance she'd punch him in his mouth. Stab him? Nah, she wouldn't do any of that right? Right? The concern was clear on his face when the door swung open catching John by surprise. The words that left his mouth couldn't be caught.

"Gamora, I'm sorry I didn't think this through I didn't mean to inter-" It was Peter at the door. "Rupt..." He paused, then offered a small chuckle. "Right. This is embarrassing.." He looked around and then tossed Peter a muffin. "I hope I'm not bothering, but we haven't exactly... ya know... talked about it in person." John shifted his weight some. "You got some time?"

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absolute_badass
2019-11-27 11:27 pm UTC (link)

St. John laughing was a good thing. Sure, it was a distraction of sorts, but in times like these, with situations like these -- sometimes that was what was necessary. They couldn't do anything about what was already in the past. But what they could do was prove to each other and themselves that it was over, that things went on. That laughing was still okay, and they could be idiots and have fun and make jokes and ....

and things could be fine. They could be fine.

That felt important.

"A ridiculous genius muppet. That you pissed off?" Peter asked, eyebrows raising. He'd hear more about this, if he was able.

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untamedinferno
2019-11-28 02:03 pm UTC (link)

Laughing was good. Laughing was better than crying, right? So laughing was the better option than anything. Plus, when with Peter it was pretty easy to get caught up in laughing. The pair of them were quick on quips, and quick to make the other laugh when they could. Just like, that, things were going to be fine. At least, John sure the fuck hoped so.

"It," Sigh. "HE wasn't a muppet!" John proclaimed. "You're a muppet!" Right? Well, regardless. He wasn't done talking really. But he would have to make the time to explain the X-Men at some point, but now was not the time. There was too much to explain and never enough time. "My best mate, was named Blob." Both his eyebrows raised up. "Big ole guy. Easily Five hundred something pounds." Thinking of others he tapped his chin some. "Mystique. Oh Mystique. Blue, and could shift to look like anyone just like," John snapped his fingers at Peter. "That."

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absolute_badass
2019-11-30 03:35 am UTC (link)

Well, it was true. Laughter was the best medicine. Quill didn't actually know who it was that said that, but it seemed to apply pretty often when he was around. He was -- well. It was fun and easy to be a goof, being sad and serious -- god, those were such hard emotions and they made him hurt on the inside. He avoided that sort of thing when he could, being purposefully obtuse and going above and beyond with silly shit.

"I'm not a muppet! I'm not big and blue!" Quill countered, outraged. Well, not really outraged but going for it anyway. "Blob is a terrible name," he pointed out. "Like, possibly offensive. Jesus." But then again, at five hundred pounds maybe it had just been apt. "And Mystique sounds like she's got the skills for some beyond professional thieving. She'd put me out of a job." He paused, and then shrugged -- now that they were sharing. "My best friend is a talking raccoon and the entire ship raised a sentient sort of talking tree as their kid."

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untamedinferno
2019-12-02 06:00 am UTC (link)

"You're a muppet." John confirmed as if it were fact. "Act like a muppet, talk like a muppet." John raised both eyebrows. "Must be a muppet." Okay, none of that was fact, but it was easily something that John would spread around as if it were fact.

"Blob is a terrible name." He agreed. "Though, he's an alright guy. He's just all man, and a whole lot of man to be sure." Pyro shrugged. "I didn't choose his name. He didn't choose the blob life, the blob life chose him, y'know?" Leaning back some he poked at his half eaten muffin. "Yeah, Mystique.." John trailed thinking about the woman. It had actually been some serious time since he had thought of either of them. Ultimately, despite some of her desires being for the better of mutants, Mystique wasn't really all that good of a person. Glancing up at Quill with the mention of a talking racoon. "Shit. That's all pretty normal sounding to me." John shrugged. "You got yourself a little ragtag family. That's great." Sure the Brotherhood was a family, it was just not... a family.

"I knew a guy named Toad." John grinned. "Sorta a dick too." He laughed. "But was not actually a toad, so I think you win with talking raccoon."

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absolute_badass
2019-12-05 05:42 pm UTC (link)

"You're an asshole," Peter parroted. "Act like an asshole, talk like an asshole." He raised his brows too, his grin definitely an eat-shit variety. "Must be an asshole." That wasn't something Peter needed to spread around at all, because everyone knew it. It was like a well known fact. It just was.

Quill wasn't so sure that John should be describing anyone as a whole lot of man, even if the dude was big. The connotations weren't great, but he was grinning about them anyway.

"Yeah. It's good. I mean. I dunno. I miss 'em sometimes, you know? Gamora was always just a part of it." His favorite part, but that didn't mean he didn't love the rest of his family any less.

"So why call himself that, then? Your friends just like unflattering names? Ironically, Rocket was always insisting he wasn't a raccoon."

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untamedinferno
2019-12-05 09:55 pm UTC (link)

St. John gasped as if the horror of his statement was the most egregious ever. False, and absolutely wrong. John was a sai- okay Peter was right. He was an asshole. He walked that asshole life, and the pair of them knew it for fact that it couldn't be avoided. "Okay. Fair." John shrugged. "Can't handle me at my worst, can't have me at my best." John stated while sipping at the coffee in his mug. "I read that shit on a halter top or something."

Look. John was comfortable with his sexuality. Just sort of was a thing after a while. Blob, he was a indeed a whole lot of man, and he was god damn beautiful... just on the inside because on the outside he was a hideous man. That was his bff Blob, and John would fight any other motherfucker that said different.

"I get that.." John trailed off thinking about his time. The Brotherhood. Sure they were people he knew, and people he looked out for, but were they anything really like family? It was hard for John to really say one way or the other. The now though, was where he was more attached. Kitty and Peter absolutely. Maybe Claire.

"Well, he had toad like features. Tongue.. kinda green.." John shrugged. "Some mutants were luck to get awesome names."

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absolute_badass
2019-12-12 02:25 am UTC (link)

Peter wasn't exactly the most clean cut guy around -- he was plenty rough around the edges, no matter that he tended to smooth that all out with goofy smiles and all. But. He was pretty sure if you read something on a halter top, it couldn't possibly be a good quote. That was just kinda the rules.

Anyway, the only good quotes that existed were like, song lyrics. So he rolled his eyes and shook his head a little.

They both had new family now, and that was fine too. There was still Gamora and now Nebula. But St. John and Kitty too. Hell, Peter was pretty sure he could adopt quite a few of those avengers types and not feel bad for it. The coffee guy was cool, and he liked Bucky too. And Parker, down at the bar. Times changed. That was okay. Peter figured he could still miss his other people though.

"Why not just give yourselves names? Like, who came up with 'Pyro'?"

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untamedinferno
2019-12-13 07:51 pm UTC (link)

Peter would have been right about it not being a great quote, but it was still a quote, and a good one! For a hot mess or trailer trash, but a good one was all perspective.

Honestly, this was the only family that John really wanted at this point. It was so dysfunctional and perfect that John knew he would be more than happy to throw his life on the line for any of these people. Then there were others around town that he liked, like Claire, but Spider Douche wasn't among them, but of course that was a result of Claire getting hurt and now they were good, but John still was one to hold a grudge, but that was for a different time.

"They did in some cases." St. John shrugged. "Who came up with Pyro?" He blinked. Who did? He did, didn't he? It had been so long, and the name was just as much as himself as breathing. "I did?" And it came out as much as a question it should have. "I'm just Pyro." He shrugged.

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absolute_badass
2019-12-14 01:30 am UTC (link)

To be fair, Quill was a god deal more amiable than St. John was, so he sort of collected people in larger amounts than the other man did. Not that it was a competition. At the end of the day, they had who they had and neither of them seemed unhappy. At least not with that.

"Just Pyro it is," Quill said goofily before tipping back the rest of his coffee in one go. "I never knew about the Just part, but you know what, it fits." It was like the ultimate dad joke and he should have been ashamed, but he just wasn't. "Anyway. Fuck it. Let's waste the morning listening to records."

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untamedinferno
2019-12-14 04:06 am UTC (link)

Quill was responded with a laugh. "Fuck you, Quill." And with that he threw his remaining muffin at his face. "I'll show you just how Pyro I am if you're not careful." Grabbing his coffee he stood up to leave where they were seated. "Lets waste the morning until the girls decide to find out how we're wasting our day away and make us be adults or something." With that, John went venturing for the record player.

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