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

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Entry tags: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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[info]absolute_badass
2019-11-19 11:53 pm UTC (link)
Peter blinked a little sleepily at the muffin in his hands -- he'd caught it by chance and chance alone and then eyed John up thoughtfully. He didn't look tired, he looked stressed and fidgety and --anxious. And... yeah. That was fair. He'd felt like that a lot lately, too.

It was easier, maybe, with Gamora. Because Gamora had shown up and effectively saved their asses and Gamora was the most deadly woman in the galaxy. Peter didn't doubt his own manliness when he though that with her, he had never felt safer, and would never be safer.

But some nights, even being the little spoon to the most dangerous woman alive didn't always help. "I like that you'd apologize to Gamora but not me," Peter said carefully, because he wasn't sure he wanted to get right into it. He'd been wanting to avoid it.

But he did have time. "C'mon in."

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[info]untamedinferno
2019-11-20 06:04 pm UTC (link)
Welp. John wasn't infamous with his timings. Sure he could have called ahead? Well, not really. Well it wasn't that early. Of course, they were neighbors, so he wasn't being the most rude - of course he brought breakfast... it was fine! John hoped.

It was hard to really be anything but anxious since the ordeal for John. It was a literal nightmare. The doors had legitimately set them up for a terrible time, and succeeded in just that very thing. Finally opening up about it all to Kitty and talking it out, was a step towards healing, but John still was uneasy about it.

"Lets be honest, Quill." John looked wide eyed. "You don't get stabby, by even your own account." St. John stated while walking past Peter. "Plus," He glanced with half a smile. "I brought you a muffin." Then he found a place to sit at a table, and feeling a little uneasy, John pulled a bit of the blueberry muffin and put it in his mouth.

Not wanting to talk about himself really, John shifted his attention to Quill. "How are you doing?"

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[info]absolute_badass
2019-11-20 09:05 pm UTC (link)
He could have called sure, but it wasn't really a big deal. Peter was here, and that was something -- considering he mostly just lived at Gamora's now -- he and John were like... neighbor, neighbors now. Or Peter somehow just lived in two houses, luckily already side by side.

Anyway. Gamora was out at COFFEE. So they had some time.

"You don't need to be stabby to be dangerous," Peter protested even as he rummaged around the cabinets for some of that instant coffee that wasn't actually good so much as it was incredibly easy to make. But St. John had a point. He had brought a muffin, and Quill wasn't overly dangerous, particularly if he wasn't on a mission to be so. He was too good natured for that sort of thing. Too goofy.

How was he doing? Peter wasn't really sure. Some days he was fine. Others, he let himself think too much. But he'd seen bigger, badder things than just a creep ass monster in the woods -- even if it had been beyond terrifying. It hadn't killed half the population of the universe in one go, either. "Better than you look," he said after a beat.

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[info]untamedinferno
2019-11-20 10:24 pm UTC (link)
The fair point that Quill could have just easily not been in this specific house all together was also a possibility, one that John wouldn't of even considered. Really, the whole plan was half cocked at best.

Watching Peter, he considered. "Yeah, but compared to your girlfriend man, you're just a cuddly teddy bear in comparison on the lethality scale." He paused with a smirk. "Not saying that's not dangerous, but, y'know." He shrugged some snacking more on the muffin to fill the time with his hands.

Of course he would question about himself. "Fair." John muttered quietly. "I get I look like a sack of battered assholes." Groaning he let his head fall and hit the table next to his muffin. "It's not that I'm not use to fighting, but..." John groaned audibly loud. "I can't get it out of my head. The motion. The movement." His waggled his arms at his sides. "The tentacles. I'm not sure if I've mentioned those enough, but I fucking feel god damn violated."

"Probably the worst thing I fought was a big ole blue beasty brainy guy." Sitting, Pyro flicked a crumb off the table to the floor. "Fuck, his name was Beast even."

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[info]absolute_badass
2019-11-20 10:35 pm UTC (link)
"I know," Peter said, and instead of sounding put out over the comparison, he sounded more dreamy than anything. Gamora was such a badass. Way more of a badass than he'd ever be. "I love her." He really, really did. Sometimes Quill was so distracted with it that he didn't even know what to do with himself. It was crazy. She made him crazy.

"Please don't describe yourself as a battered asshole," he said, pushing a cup of instant coffee at John and then sitting down to his own coffee and muffin. "You're going to ruin my sex life just by talking. And jesus fucking christ, the tentacles -- stop." Quill had also felt violated. And not in a good way. Definitely not in a Gamora took what she wanted sort of way. "Fuck. What even?"

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[info]untamedinferno
2019-11-21 03:59 pm UTC (link)
John erupted out in laughter. Just really the medicine he needed while sipping on the garbage instant coffee. Peter really was sort of insane, with how he felt, but it was a good thing. John honestly in someways envied the man and how he was so openly madly in love, considering it was just recently he told Kitty that he loved her. It was weird how being turning into a woman, then a child and back to himself did things to a person.

Then tentacles. John would shudder at the thought.

"Pft." He leaned back some. "Assholes. Plural. More than one. Multiple battered assholes." John corrected with ease, happy to coax a reaction from the other man. "Just a gaggle of assholes being all battered together in a sack. Like one of those gross, scratch burlap ones too. Not even a nice one." Shaking his head he managed a laugh. "But yes, I get it. I look like shit. I'm very well aware."

"Right? Blue fur ball guy named Beast. The beastiest thing I had to fight." A droll look on his face. "He had fucking glasses and was like a scientist or some shit."

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[info]absolute_badass
2019-11-23 03:59 am UTC (link)
To be fair, it wasn't like Peter had been quite so open about his love for Gamora for -- well. A long time. They'd been inching around it for year. Some idiot unspoken thing for a long time. It'd been something they never said, even if they both knew it, both felt it, for years. They hadn't said it until it was too late, that first time. Peter wouldn't make that mistake again. Not ever.

"Fucking shut up, man. That's messed up." Peter groaned at the imagery, pushing his muffin away in mock disgust because -- well. They'd both seen worse, no doubt, but it was best to just make a scene. Keep things light. Better than thinking about that damn horror in the woods.

"Are...you sure you weren't just fighting a Sesame Street muppet?" He asked, frowning. Blue scientist beast with bifocals didn't sound all that scary to him.

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[info]untamedinferno
2019-11-25 06:21 am UTC (link)
John laughed while Peter made his scene regarding his vocal imagery. It was fair, considering that he was really painting a disgusting image to be had. Though, it just was what it was. This moment was another stepping stone for John to bound past his feelings around what had happened. Talking to Kitty did some good to help him through it, and now Peter and laughing. It was something else.

Plus Quill did just call Beast a muppet, which caused another hearty laugh.

"I haven't seen a muppet able to throw someone tens of feet with a backhand." John mentioned. "Fuck, I think I've seen him flip a car or something, plus he's insanely fast. It's just, he's also a ridiculous genius."

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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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