bakerstreet | ♡ imagine your otp.

Edited 2017-09-29 04:32 (UTC)

( voicetesting. )

[I'm voicetesting. Also I am more than willing to roll for prompts!]

[All I ask is for no smut.]

Peter's really not sure what he's supposed to be feeling at the moment. Honestly, he's starting to think he's settled into a kind of shock. He'd been in love with Gwen since...god, since forever, it felt like. And yeah, maybe they weren't right for each other, in the end, but sitting here looking at her wedding photos on Facebook was kind of killing him inside. It just - there was just this part of him that thought it might still happen, you know? First love dies hard, or some bullshit like that.

The fact that Peter hadn't even known she was getting married until Harry texted him was just another blow. They hadn't left their last round of getting back together and breaking up (what was that, cycle five or six?) on the best note, but the fact that he hadn't even known until after the fact was...just, wow.

So yeah, maybe he's sitting and wallowing a little, but what the hell else is he supposed to do? Moving on isn't exactly his strong suit and he deserves a minute or two to mope, alright?

The banging on his door is both unexpected and familiar. Christ, Peter doesn't think he has it in him to deal with Wade right now, and he impatiently wipes his eyes before moving to answer the door. One word about the residual puffiness and he will slam the door in your face, Wilson. "What, Wade?"

Edited 2017-10-01 07:05 (UTC)

It was a lovely evening full of Golden Girls and beer-drinking all by his lonesome when he scrolled through his Facebook feed only to see a picture of Peter's ex mentioning her wedding jitters. Of course he had Gwen added because Peter was his best friend and he actually got along pretty well with Gwen, but he rarely saw her posts in his feed. Yet here she was. Wade thought Gwen and Peter would be stuck in a loop of on again off again for all of eternity. Clearly Wade was wrong. He wondered if Peter knew. Of course he knew, right? There was no way he wouldn't know...

But... the little voice inside of his head started. What if he doesn't?

If Peter had known about Gwen, there was absolutely no way the two of them wouldn't talk about it. So he was starting to think that he needed to get up and go see Peter. Just in case. His stomach started to churn and that was never good. The last thing he needed was to waste those Rolling Rocks!

So that was exactly why he stood outside Peter's apartment, knuckles rapping the Ghostbusters theme on the apartment door. He had to make sure Peter was okay. The door swung open and his heart gave a little squeeze. He recognized the signs of Peter heartbreak immediately. Wade was immediately playing defense. Distraction mode, go! "Hey buddy, ol' pal!" he smiled, a little manic before he pushed past his bestie and flopped down on the couch. "So I saw this mini documentary on Youtube about how low the birth rate in Japan is and I am shook to my core." Wade looked up at him with wide eyes, "Think about it. In the year 3000, anime is dead. There is no one left to carry their legacy. What if they forget Cowboy Bebop?! Hold me, space cowboy!"

It definitely wasn't the healthiest of relationships, and yeah, Peter would manfully admit that he was definitely not completely blameless in it, but...but still. Peter can't help the twitch his lips give when Wade immediately starts spewing bullshit at him, already attempting distraction as he breezed right past Peter and plopped down in the living room like he belonged there. Which, for how often Wade was over, Peter wasn't sure why they hadn't moved in together - ah, yes, Wade's tendency to bring home conquests, and Peter's odd hours. That would do the trick. Peter can't count the number of times he'd gone over to Wade's for weekend brunch to find a random woman drinking coffee in Wade's kitchen. Peter, being the dutiful best friend that he was, always bore the brunt of the awkward morning-afters Wade created.

"...how'd you know?" Peter can't even muster enough energy for a witty retort, going straight to the point and folding himself into the armchair adjacent to Wade. He grabbed another tissue, taking off his glasses to wipe away the wetness that had accumulated on them. "Harry text you too?"

Maybe part of the reason it hurts so damn much is the lost potential. Call him a romantic, but Peter had always imagined a future with Gwen in it, somehow. But now...now he's not even sure they're still friends, and jesus, he can't stop thinking about it, can he? Maybe part of it is how fucking fast she moved into marriage. Who was this guy, anyway? They'd only been broken up about a year and some change, how do you get married a year after you meet someone? Unless...unless she'd met the guy back when she was dating Peter, and isn't that an awful thought that just makes him want to crawl under a blanket and never come back out?

Yeah. There for a while the amount of women -- and men, though they were less frequent -- flying out of his apartment was a little ridiculous. It probably would have been easier to install a revolving door. Wade was pretty much known for being an absolute commitment-phobe. He loved sex. Loved intimacy, but the thought of someone sticking around turned him into a deer in the headlights. Wade was the furthest from boyfriend material, therefore his friends with benefits would just have to do. He would have loved to be roommates with his dearest Petey Pie, but he knew that the revolving door would have been an uncomfortable thing to live around. Also, Wade was a terrible roommate.

The smile faded from Wade's face and he flung his head back to dramatically flop against the back of the couch. "Don't you know that I heard through the grapevine...♫♪" he began to sing, but knew that Peter would shut him down real quick. He doubted his dear sweet best friend would appreciate Marvin Gaye right now. "It wasn't Harry. It was that horrible monster named Facebook."

Wade knew. He knew how deep the feelings between Gwen and Peter went, so that was why he dropped everything to come see the other man. In all honesty, Wade was shocked. He thought those two were fated. So after that last break up, he just assumed they would find their way back to each other. It was clear that the two of them still loved one another even if they were separated. A weird feeling swirled in his gut and he shelved that shit real quick. After clearing his throat, he asked, "How ya feeling, baby boy?"

When they first met, Peter had 100% thought Wade was hitting on him. He was in an off-period with Gwen, having just started college, and they wanted to try giving each other some space. Wade was funny, certainly very attractive, but his reputation had preceded him and Peter had kind of avoided him. He only had one notch on his bedroom post, and he wasn't about to add another one who wasn't going to stick around. Once Peter had gotten back together with Gwen, though, and gotten to know Wade a little bit better, they'd fallen into an easy friendship - not that there wasn't still some flirting, but by this point, Peter just assumed it was part of Wade's personality and not necessarily serious.

That got a small huff of laughter out of Peter, and he shook his head, letting his hair flop over his puffy eyes. "Fuck you, dude." But the sentence lacks bite. Wade always knew how to make him smile, even when he didn't want to. "Yeah, I guess. Everybody's probably seen it already, huh?"

"Terrible." Peter mumbled, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes again. Christ, he didn't even know he could feel this awful and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't go over to Gwen's house and makeup, like he had before, he couldn't apologize, he couldn't fix this. She was just...gone. Peter was the last person in the world who would butt into someone's life like that, a married woman. It was a surefire way to cut off contact with him, because what would he be able to say? "Like someone punched a hole through my chest."

Oh yeah. Wade was hitting on him. With that face and that ass, how couldn't he? Also, more importantly, Peter made him laugh until his stomach ached and he was ridiculously smart. And kind. And thoughtful. And-- okay, okay. Wade could go on forever. Peter was the equivalent of catching a shiny Manaphy. But Wade shoved all those initial feelings into a tiny box, locked it and threw away the key. It was so easy to be friends with Pete and Wade wanted to keep it that way.

A smile crept onto Wade's face at the laugh. There he is! Wade scratched a hand down the side of his jaw in thoughtful contemplation. "I don't necessarily know if everyone has seen it. I think the Pope's on vacation. And anyway, he rarely checks Facebook."

The moment Wade saw tears, his heart gave a squeeze. He swallowed around the lump in his throat. "Yeah. That sounds about right." He cleared his throat. "I have an idea! Let's put a bag of flaming dog shit on her porch!" His grin was maniacal. He was half-joking. Half. "Really though, I came over to take you on the adventure of a lifetime. I was thinking you and me plus lots of alcohol. When Vanessa dumped me, that was literally the only thing that got me through it." Wade didn't bring up Vanessa to Peter very often. He didn't even think he told the other man the whole story. Just bits and pieces. Wade's high school sweetheart that he nearly married who destroyed his credit and moved to California. Yeah. Fun times! That was exactly why he kept everyone at arm's length.

How different it could have been if Peter had taken Wade up on his flirting right off the bat. Would Wade really have been able to walk away from a one night stand like that? A What If for another time, but now there's their friendship to worry about and jeez, Peter would never want to jeopardize that, especially when Wade seems just fine the way he is.

"Let me narrow that down to Empire University for you, then." Peter sighed, smile slipping off his face at the daunting thought that the entire school knew about Gwen by now. It was pretty common knowledge that they were an item - which would hurt worse, the congratulations he hadn't earned but was sure to get, or the pity in people's eyes, for those that did know?

"She's on her honeymoon, Wade, that'd be arson." The word honeymoon turns Peter's mood genuinely glum, and he stares down at his hands absently. The mention of Vanessa gets a twitch, and Peter glances up at Wade. It's not very often the ex to end all exes gets brought up, and it's usually only when Wade is using his Serious Voice. "...it's a nice thought, Wade, but I don't know. I'm not really...you know I don't really party." Not the way Wade did, anyway, though usually when they went out Peter was happily relegated to watching the proceedings, amused, from the corner.

There was no way. Wade knew deep down that if Peter had ever sought him out, Wade would never be able to tell him no. Even if he was merely there on the side whenever Peter wasn't with Gwen. And that was something he didn't want to think about.

Wade bit his tongue. Maybe mentioning that he saw it on Facebook wasn't the best. Now that was one more thing Peter had to stress about.

"Hey. Sometimes you need a little arson in your life, baby boy." Wade stretched back on the couch in an exaggerated manner, trying to catch Peter's eye so the poor guy isn't dwelling too much in his head. "I know. But if there was ever a time to party, bud, it's now. Come on, think about it. Weas is bartending at the Lion's Head tonight too!" Wade scratched at his jaw again. "Okay, look. How about you go with me for an hour and if you're not having a good time, we bail? We can go to that arcade across the street from the bar and I can destroy you at ski ball. Sound like a plan? ♫♪ Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination~~ ♫♪"

God, imagine if Peter were the type of person - or even just oblivious enough - to do something like that. What a mess. Better be grateful he wasn't, that he cared about people a little too much. Still, he was, at least, oblivious to how much Wade was kind of wrapped around his finger without him even realizing it.

"That's what I thought." Peter mumbled, closing his eyes for a second to fight against a wave of tears. He didn't have a problem with Wade seeing him cry but he just - didn't want to, honestly.

"I don't know..." Peter hesitated again, was about to turn Wade down for sure, but - well, he didn't really want to be alone, and Wade made him smile with the Willy Wonka lyrics. "...alright, I guess. One hour. I'm not...not really up for a crowd right now." If Peter knew Ski Ball was one of Wade's best first date tricks, he didn't say anything about it.

Honestly, Wade was just as oblivious about it. He had no clue how bad it was. Lots of drinking and lots of sleeping around helped him avoid the topic all together.

The emotion in Peter's eyes was hard to miss, even if the tears didn't fall. But Wade didn't press.

"Woo!" Wade hopped up off the couch and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, hugging tight. "Yass, baby boy! We are going to have a blast. I'll have Weas give you a blowjob--the drink not the, uh... well you know. It's good. Well both legit blowjobs and the drink. Both are good. That's just a given. But you know a legit blowjob might just cheer you up too!" He rambled away. Jesus h. Wade clapped his hands together. "Alright! You want to get ready and then we'll head out?"

Peter returned the hug with one arm, soft smile gracing his lips. That smile turned into a full-blown snort when Wade got turned around in his blowjob metaphor, shaking his head and making for his bedroom to put on a decent pair of pants and a sweatshirt. He wasn't exactly going clubbing, but his ratty boxers weren't suited for going out in public.

"No hookers, that's my hard line." Peter warned, disappearing into his bedroom and reappearing in a t-shirt and flannel. The flannel was worn, but comfortable, with holes for him to stick his thumbs through. He didn't bother putting in his contacts, instead choosing to stick with his glasses. It wouldn't do to start crying again with contacts in.

Wade watched, giving a wolf-whistle when Peter walked off. "Hate to see you go, baby boy, but I love to watch you walk away~" God damn that boy had an ass to rival Beyonce herself. And that was saying a lot because Wade was a huge fan of Queen B.

"Well clearly, Pete. You are a precious treasure that we must protect from the dirtier parts of life," Wade digs into his jacket pocket in a panic. Phew. Yup! Wallet is there. For a moment, he thought he might have left it in his rush to make sure Peter was okay. He only lived a couple of blocks away so Wade had just walked his way over here rather than use up gas in the jeep. "Ahh, flannel. Good choice. Your chances for a blowjob just shot up twenty percent!" Wade gave him a thumbs up.

"Ready to go?"

[ooc: If you insist.]

"Incorrigible!" Peter called back as he disappeared into his room. It had turned into a running gag, Wade complimenting his ass, but it never failed to make Peter blush a little. Which, come to think of it, is probably why Wade perpetuated it.

"Yeah, you do that." Peter swiped his own wallet and phone off the kitchen counter, shoving them into his jean pockets. He felt the need to clarify because with Wade, you never really knew, sometimes. Peter wouldn't put it past him to try getting Peter a hooker in some odd attempt at making him feel better. "You got a thing for guys in flannel, Wilson?"

"Yeah, I'm good." Peter grabbed his keys off the hook by the door, twirling them around his index finger and nodding towards the door.

Edited 2017-10-02 22:36 (UTC)

The blushing definitely didn't stop Wade from complimenting Peter.

"Yes," he shot out, not even pausing. What? Flannel was hot! And it looked amazing on Peter. Wade tried not to go too far down that path, but dayuuuum. It was smart of Peter to draw the line ahead of time because Wade could get a little crazy when he drank too much. And he honestly wouldn't put it past himself to try getting Pete a hooker. Though that boy wouldn't need it with how good he was looking tonight.

"Awesome. I already called got the Uber set up & they are..." he checked his phone. "Here! They're here. Let's roll out, baby boy!" He slung an arm over Peter's shoulder. "We'll begin with a spin, traveling in the world of my creation... ♫♪" What? He was in the middle of watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory before he left, okay.

The uber ride didn't take too long. They honestly could have walked, but Wade was feeling pretty lazy. He had the extra cash, so he didn't mind paying for an Uber. As soon as they got to the Lion's Head, Wade was already pumped. He was still in shock that Peter agreed to go with him, so it was of the utmost import that Wade did his absolute best to make Peter forget all about the shit that happened with Gwen. And if anybody could do that, it was Wade W. Wilson. The Lion's Head wasn't super well known, but it was one of those dive bars that all the cool kids liked to go to nowadays.

"Weas!" Wade yelled the moment he saw Weasel. There was an instant look of horror on the other man's face. A lifetime of regret clear as day in his eyes.

"Christ. I'm never going to get away from you, am I?" Weas stood behind the bar, cleaning spots of some of the glasses. He looked a little rough around the edges, hair poking out all crazy.

"Nope!" Wade said with a grin. He pointed back behind him at Peter with his thumb. "Brought someone with me this time."

"Well, shit! Did you blackmail him? That's literally the only way this could happen." Weas set the clean glass back with the other ones. "Hey, Pete. How's it going? Did he blackmail you?"

That got a surprised laugh out of Peter - an actual, head-thrown-back laugh - and he shook his head, ushering Wade out the door. "It's all part of my great seduction plan, Wade, just you wait." Dear god, Peter didn't know if he had the mental capacity to deal with that brand of crazy tonight. But just a couple drinks, something lowkey to maybe get his mind off of it - that was all he was in for (but, likely, not all he would get).

Peter shook his head when he saw the Uber - they could have walked, but sure, Wade, whatever - and leaned into Wade's side when he grabbed him around the shoulder. He liked the easy affection they had between the two of them. Peter used to have that with Harry, but ever since his childhood friend had moved out of state for school, he hadn't seen much of him. They texted, sure, but it just wasn't the same. "I shudder at such a world, Wade."

Peter was skeptical, but sure, Wade could at least try. Of course Wade was up to date on all the cool bars. It felt like they were at a new one every other week - well, when Peter agreed to go out with him, but as far as he knew, Wade went out a lot more than just with Peter.

Weasel there was proof of that. How and why Wade and Weasel were friends, Peter wasn't sure. Especially since every time they saw Weasel, he seemed unbelievably unhappy to see Wade. Peter did enjoy watching the back and forth, though; it could get up to some epic levels of bants.

"Paid, actually. Like an escort, but for friendship." Peter slid up onto the barstool, rolling up his sleeves to brace his forearms on the wood. "Give me something to bleach my brain, would you?"

The sound of Peter's laughter warmed him to the core. Bingo! Good job, Wilson. Ten points to Gryffindor! Well, no. Hufflepuff. He even had the scarf and the tie.

Yeah, the friendship between Wade and Weasel was interesting. Weasel had zero tolerance for Wade's bullshit and somehow they were still friends. It was Wade's persistence. That was the only explanation. You know the song The Cat Came Back? Yeah. That was Wade. He was the cat.

Wade guffawed at that and Weasel just rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't put it past Wade to pay for friendship. He's desperate like that. Alright, Pete. I got you." Weasel started to assemble Peter's drink.

"Hey! Big man, big feelings," Wade pouted.

"I still think you're over-compensating," Weasel shot back before he set a couple of shots in between Wade and Peter. "A shot of Kraken. Prepare for the brain bleaching. You'll need it to get through the escorting." Wow. The things people would be thinking if they heard only this part of the conversation.

Wade ignored the 'over-compensating' remark and slammed back a shot of the spiced rum. It burned, but it was the good kind of burn that filled him up with warmth from his head to his toes. "Hey, I know how to give someone a good time!"

"Maybe if your kind of good time lasts around three minutes with no satisfaction at the end of the night," Weas said before noticing that someone else needed help at the other end of the bar. They looked pretty trashed, head down on the wood of the bar and their arm held up in the air trying to flag Weasel down. "You two have fun. I gotta work."

Everything Weasel said made Wade laugh. They're bickering was always like this. Wade's attention switched back to Peter. He reached out for shot numero dos and pushed a shot toward his best friend, eyebrows waggling at him suggestively. "I got you beat by one. You ready, Snookums?"

"Clearly," Peter nodded to Weasel, brushing his hand back through his hair as the man started expertly mixing the drinks. For fuck's sake, calling back to Boy Scout days? Wade had two things going for him - persistence, and an endless supply of obscure, relevant culture references.

"I'll need total disassociation to get through it," Peter corrected, brushing his forefinger against the rim of the shot glass as he accepted it. Maybe he should have just passed out for a few hours instead of going out to drink his cares away. Lord knows he'd probably walk away from tonight plastered, try as he might to regulate.

To that, Peter just raised an eyebrow and took the shot in one go, tipping the glass over on the bartop when he'd emptied it. "Promises, promises, Wade. I'm still waiting on that blowjob."

"Fuck me up, dude." Peter muttered, grabbing a second shot and tossing it back before Wade's question had even finished. "What do I get if I win, Wilson?" The pet name gets another snort, and Peter smiles wryly, looking at Wade over the thick rims of his glasses.

Wade was seventy five percent obscure relevant culture references and twenty five percent persistence. Pop culture was his jimmy jam.

That sounded about right. Wade just shook his head, bumping his shoulder against Peter's.

Wade's cheeks reddened just a tiny bit, but he was proud of himself for not choking on the shot that he swallowed down the same moment Peter mentioned that blowjob. Irony. Goodness. He laughed, his hand patting Peter's back. "You can cash that in later, Petey Pie," he said with a wink. Though he couldn't stop his brain from going there. Last thing he needed right now was to get a chub sitting next to Peter at the bar.

Well, son of a bitch! The two had a tendency to get a little competitive over things sometimes, so he shouldn't have been surprised that Peter's sass was showing. "Look at you, getting all sexy librarian. How about... ♫♪ my endless love?" He knew that wouldn't work. "Okay here. You get to choose three of my mannerisms that drive you crazy and I will stop doing them for a whole week. How does that sound? That could be my endless stream of Friends references or my inability to turn the bathroom sink all the way off whenever I wash my hands -- I'm sorry, Pete." He whispered the last part. It was just something he forgot! That knob in the bathroom had like... five extra twists in it than the one at his place, okay.

At least this seemed like it was getting Peter's mind off of everything. That made Wade happy.

"Yeah, yeah, promises, Wade," Peter teased, propping his head up in his hand and ignoring the blush in Wade's cheeks. Probably just from the alcohol, right? Right. Wade definitely wasn't into Peter like that - they'd established this, over the years. Peter waved Weasel over again, gesturing vaguely to the shot glasses. At least it wasn't terribly noisy in the bar, which Peter absolutely appreciated. He wasn't really the clubbing type.

"Sexy librarian? What am I, Giles? Don't answer that." Peter made a face at Wade, unimpressed with his song choice. "I have exactly...zero faith you could even deliver on that if you tried. We've talked about this! Impulse control!" He snorted, running his fingers through the hair on the side of his head.

"That ran up my water bill, you fuck!" Peter gave a short, surprised laugh, and pointed accusingly at Wade.

Weasel slid over and grabbed the empty shotglasses, but not before he gave both Wade and Peter the finger. And then he was gone again. Wade was so used to Weasel's antics that he didn't even notice. There were four shots left in between them now.

"Oh God, Giles! Yes," Wade moaned, immediately having a flash back of his Buffy marathon days and how bad he had it for that god damn librarian. "Don't make that face! Endless Love is a beautiful song," he pouted a little. "I could too! I will pinky promise. That's how serious I am. Those are unbreakable."

Wade gasped, his hand going over his heart. "Oh god, what have I done? I'm terrible. Instantaneous regret. Will you ever forgive me?"

His fingertip slid around the rim of the shot glass as he stared into the dark liquid for a moment. "Thanks for coming out. I know you're not a big fan of this kind of stuff. So it means a lot that you're trying." He just hoped that he could cheer Peter up enough that the heartbreak was second in his mind instead of first. "Just let me know if it gets to be too much and we'll go elsewhere, alright?" Wade nudged Peter with his elbow before he held a shot up to his lips. "Uno más, guapo."

A tall blonde across the room watched them with hooded eyes.

"You're trash, and you know it. Don't even look at me," Peter hid a smile, shaking his head at Wade fawning over Giles. Of course he'd have it on for the librarian, why did Peter expect anything less? "You could give me something a little less cliché, I'd appreciate being special to you, Wilson." Peter mock-gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. "Not a pinky promise!"

"I dunno, is grass green?" Peter snorted, tossing back another shot and hiding a wince at the burn. That should do him pretty well for the next hour. Wouldn't take long for that shit to kick in.

"I should be the one thanking you." Peter dipped his head, appreciating Wade's sentiment. He was just trying to be a good friend, and it was making Peter feel the tiniest bit better, not to be alone. He wasn't sure he'd be able to completely forget about everything, but it was as close as he'd get. "Sure, Wade. I will, promise."

Peter's lips quirked, watching Wade pick up the shot, and he completely missed the blonde watching them.

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