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ddagent · 2 months

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So, my previous fic poll ended in a draw, so let's have another go! A few different options, this time, with some supporting evidence for each to help you make your decision!

May I present the poll:

And the supporting evidence!

Option 1:

"Uh, boss, your friend is here."

Detective Anthony Crowley looked up from his notebook and turned his golden gaze back to the crime scene tape a few feet away. Behind the white and blue tape, highlighted by the flashing lights of the police cars, was Reverend Aziraphale Fell. Clerical collar, sunny disposition, and two takeaway cups in his hand. One of those was six espresso; one was hot cocoa. Ridiculous man. Snarling, Crowley shoved his notebook into the back pocket of his trousers and stomped through sand to shoo Aziraphale back to his church.

"You can't be here."

"But—" Aziraphale began, a pout forming on those perfect lips. "—I can help. I was ever so good before—"

"—we were nine, Aziraphale. We're not making up mysteries and legging it in and out of caravans and arcades anymore." Which was a pity. The mysteries Aziraphale always dreamt up for them as children were less brutal than the one that currently laid before him. Huffing out a sigh, Crowley took the proffered coffee and gestured for a uniformed officer, Constable Honey, to escort the vicar out. "I'm sorry, Aziraphale. I'll see you on Sunday, yeah?"

"We'll see each other before then, no doubt." Sure, sure. "When you realise you do need my help."

Option 2:

Swiveling his hips, Crowley slid through the open bathroom window of AZ Fell and Co. Even though the bookshop had been broken into three times now, the proprietor, one Aziraphale Fell, still had no sense of security. No locks on the window, no alarms, no cute dogs that Crowley would have to pet and stroke in order to disarm. No, Crowley was free to move around the shop as he pleased. Maybe it was because Crowley had never actually stolen anything that Aziraphale felt safe.

Bah. Crowley didn't want him to feel safe. He wanted him to feel scared. Crowley could do anything here. Anything.

Slipping into the living room, Crowley noted that Aziraphale had fallen asleep on the sofa again. A threadbare blanket was pooled at his feet; a copy of some eighteenth century novel had fallen to the floor. Moving deftly, Crowley adjusted the blanket, placed the book upon the table, and tipped out Aziraphale's hot chocolate. There. Mental insecurity. Aziraphale would know that someone had been in there. Someone who could do anything.

As it was, Crowley committed the most heinous act of all: he left a rare book upon Aziraphale's coffee table, a product of his earlier activities. Gabriel Archer, that twat, wouldn't miss it. And it would certainly give the bookshop's profits a major boost.

Option 3:

"Excuse me, I was wondering whether you had a VHS copy of The Eastern Gate?"

From behind the counter, Crowley didn't even bother turning around to address his customer, so ridiculous was his request. Yes, Crowley had a copy of The Eastern Gate: it was one of Aziraphale Fell's early works, a black and white film focusing on an angel overseeing Eden. It had been very well-received at the time but public interest quickly waned. For years it spent time on BBC 2 on Sunday afternoons - that was where Crowley's copy came from, recorded with great care and attention onto VHS.

He had one copy. And it was not for sale.

The customer cleared his throat. "Dear boy, I do wonder if you could—"

"—in a minute. This is the best part." The Bastille had come out in the 90s, part of the interest in musketeers and the French revolution. Aziraphale looked delectable in the heavy iron chains and all those pretty frills. Just gorgeous. But, with great reluctance, Crowley pressed pause and turned to 'attend' to the customer who wanted the impossible, even in Crowley's memorabilia shop. "Listen—"

But Crowley didn't say another word. Because his customer wasn't just interested in Aziraphale Fell. He was Aziraphale Fell.

Option 4:

"Crowley, can I ask you a question about Twitter?"

Crowley immediately zoned back into the room. He had been fixated on the slight tinge of silver and white at the temples of Aziraphale's blond hair; the curve of his mouth as he indulged in dessert at The Ritz. For some time, Aziraphale had been discussing his latest project: a gripping drama for ITV featuring a gay romance between two childhood friends. It was the sort of project that Aziraphale did often - but this time he had been paired opposite BAFTA winning actor Raphael Archer.

Not that Crowley was jealous or anything. He hadn't campaigned for the role. Hadn't sent an audition tape and told he wouldn't be believable starring opposite Aziraphale in a romantic role. As if he hadn't spent thirty years yearning for this man. Oh, they had played detectives together, odd-couple roles, best friends. But never romantic leads.

And the first time a project came up that was perfect, Crowley lost to Raphael Archer. That Scottish twat. Breathe, Crowley. "What about Twitter, Angel?"

"I don't use it." No kidding. "But Raph does." Oh, Raph is it? "And a lot of his followers have started using a hashtag. Something #raphaphale?"

Crowley's glass immediately shattered. Thirty years as Aziraphale's shadow and this Scottish wanker gets a ship tag?

Option 5:

He was here again. Sitting in the front row with his delicately pressed tan trousers, neat little waistcoat with the gold buttons, and the delicate puff of blond curls. In his lap (which Crowley noted, not for the first time, was rather spacious) was his paddle, with the number 666 printed in red lettering. Since the man had started attending the auctions at Eden's Auction House, Crowley'd had fantasies about that paddle.

How the hell was he going to make it through today's auction?

Still, Crowley was a professional (allegedly). So, he took to the podium, gavel in hand, and addressed the crowd. "Lot number one is a collection of Austen, incredibly preserved from the period, featuring four books - including Pride and Prejudice and Persuasion." He swallowed a number of sarcastic remarks, bit back his need to share the crackpot biography he'd read about diamond heists and whisky smuggling. Not the crowd. Never the crowd. "Shall we start the bidding at fifteen hundred?"

The man was the first to take the bid. As it was accepted, he wiggled happily in his chair. Oh, Crowley was gone.

#aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens #fic poll #in my head raphael is played by alan cumming

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hannahssimblr · 3 months

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In the final throes of summer the trees lose that brilliant, neon green and the waves crash to shore just a little harder than they did last week. It’s a small change, yet I see it every year as I stand on the shore, that breeze that blows the marram grasses into my bare legs is just a touch colder than usual, the days a little shorter, a feeling of change in the air.

I watch a mother call her kids in from the sea with a broad wave of her arm, “We’re packing up the caravan,” she’s calling out, “Come and help your dad put the cases in the car, won’t you?”

Within sight of me, Liam wipes the counter down at the surf shack, and there is no queue today for ice cream, and soon it’ll be just the locals left, going about their year in this village of boarded up houses. He sees me and waves enthusiastically, and I lift a limp hand in response.

“You off soon?” He shouts, and I shrug.

“Tomorrow.”

“Ah, well sure I might see you around before you go. I’ll be here.”

I turn back to face the shore. Yeah. He’s always here. I wonder what it’s like for him when the summer is over, like, what does Liam do in the winter? Does he still go surfing? Does he still stand there smiling at the Surf Shack window, through rain and storms, smiling out to sea and waiting for customers like some kind of ancient ghost doomed to act out this routine until the end of time? How is it that he is fifteen and it feels like he’s been there for centuries.

Shane Healy comes down the sandy path from the village and my stomach clenches. He is not smiling, and he’s walking towards me with a particular sort of impatient purpose that makes me feel like the most burdensome fool to ever exist. Who knows what I interrupted by asking him to come here, but I have a feeling he’s about to tell me.

“Here, man,” he huffs, “We were packing the bags to go home, what is it?”

I hesitate, aware of my hands sunken into pockets, thinking perhaps I should take them out and be prepared for any potential violence. “Um,” I say, “I thought that you and I should talk.”

“Oh yeah?” He has a glint in his eye. Is it a murderous glint? I can’t decide.

“I was talking to Jen about you guys, you know, not inviting me to hang out at your place the other night and I was just wondering-”

“Yeah, obviously. Why would I invite you over?”

“...Because we’re meant to be friends, I don’t know, why else would you-”

“Man, look, I don’t know if you think I’m stupid or something, but obviously I found out what you’ve been saying about Kelly, and I don’t really think it’s a good idea for you to be in the same room as her, she’d just get mad or something, I don’t know.”

“Kelly?” I splutter. “What did I ever say about Kelly?”

“I get pissed off at her, right? She’s annoying, but she’s my sister, and only I’m allowed to say things about her, not you. I dunno, I just thought you’d have a bit more cop-on, a bit more compassion or something, like, she’s been…” He hesitates, like the next thought is disturbing, “.... fairly upset about it, to be honest.”

I search all over his face for some sign that he’s pranking me, but he isn’t. His jaw is set and his brow is furrowed. “Shane, honestly, I don’t even know what I said. I don’t think that I ever said anything about her.”

“Okay but it actually has to have been you.”

“What? Why? What was said?”

“Man, come on, I know you’re like this, I know you just say and do shit without really thinking about it, and you’re an annoying bastard about it and usually it’s fine, but I’m just mad that you targeted my little sister. It’s not on.”

My heart is drumming a staccato beat inside my chest, “Shane, what the hell! I didn't say anything, I mean, maybe I did and I can’t remember. What-”

“That nobody wants to hang out with her, that she’s a loser and that our mam has to force people to be friends with her,” He scowls, “All the teenagers at the caravan park heard about it and they’re all ripping the piss, saying that she needs mammy’s to hold her hand.”

“That wasn’t me. I’d never say that.”

“Well we figured out that it must have been, alright? Because mam said that she asked you, you specifically, to invite Kelly to hang out because she was worried she was feeling a bit lonely.”

The idea that Shane’s mam thinks I spread these rumours makes me queasy. I remember that night. We were out on the dunes, we ran out of beer, I went back to the Healy’s mobile home to sneak more out, and Clóda came-

Clóda.

“No - listen, I swear it wasn’t me,” I begin, but he’s already finished and doesn’t really care about what else I have to say. He’s backing away.

“Whatever, Jude. If this is what you asked me here to talk about then I have things to be at, so,” he gives me a nod as I splutter in protest, but he just walks away with a curt wave, “I’ve to pack, so, see you next summer, or whatever.”

“Shane, wait! Shane, man, c’mon!” He doesn’t turn around. “Fuck sake,” I mutter and I grab my phone from my pocket. I punch out a quick text to Clóda.

Meet me in the park when you’re finished work.

I stalk off in the other direction.

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#lucky boy #tw: bullying #uh oh #She really did it this time....

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somethingusefulfromflorida · 10 months

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I want to go to Ohio next April to view the total solar eclipse, but I haven't booked a hotel yet because I haven't finalized my itinerary. This was a mistake, because every single hotel in the city I was planning to visit is already booked solid. I wouldn't be surprised if every hotel in the path of totality is booked. I'll have to look for one a few hours away.

Columbus and Cincinnati are probably booked up, so maybe I'll try Louisville or Lexington down in Kentucky, or Detroit up in Michigan. Or maybe I should avoid big cities all together and look for a hotel in a small town instead.

Before I finalize anything, I want to know if any of my mutuals are planning on coming out for the eclipse. I've been banking on Ohio this whole time because it's a straight shot up the I-75 from where I'll be at, and I wanted to visit the Armstrong Air and Space Museum in Wapakoneta (Neil's childhood home, directly in the path of totality), but I'm willing to travel anywhere in the path

Mutuals, if you guys live in or near this grey band or are planning to travel there on April 8, 2024, let me know if you want to meet up. I was planning a big road trip up from Florida, with tentative stops at amusement parks along the way (Six Flags Over Georgia, Dollywood, King's Island, maybe Cedar Point or Hersheypark because I don't know the next time I'll be up north, so I may as well cast a wide net).

My car can fit four comfortably (and I do mean comfortably, it's big, lots of leg room), five max, so if anyone wants to fly out I can pick you up and we can carpool/caravan.

This is my tentative route from Gainesville on up, but I'm willing to deviate. I could take the I-10 west to Texas instead, or I could overshoot the path and meet up in Detroit or Chicago or as far out as St Louis.

It doesn't matter where I end up just so long as it's in the path of totality; come hell or high water I am going to see this eclipse.

DM me if you want to join in!

If enough people are interested, I'll set up a discord server so we can all talk together and finalize our plans by committee. I'll leave this pinned until August 1st, and if there are no takers I'll go with my original plan; head out in late March, hit up Six Flags, visit the Smokeys for a couple days, mull around in Kentucky or Ohio until the eclipse, afterwards maybe head east to Pennsylvania, maybe visit some Civil War sites, maybe visit some relatives in the DC area, definitely hit up Dollywood on the way back (besides the eclipse, the theme parks are my main focus; hitting Six Flags and Dollywood both on the way up would be exhausting, so one up and one down works perfect)

This is a major undertaking, a trip of a lifetime for me, so I want to make it special. Spending a week with friends would be nice, before, during or after the eclipse, whatever boats your float.

Once I know who all I'm dealing with, then I'll start booking rooms and buying tickets. I want to explore, I want to see the country, I want to have a real tourist vacation experience (I've been on the customer service end of things for too long, I need a break).

#eclipse #total eclipse #total solar eclipse #april 8 #road trip #vacation #mutuals #hit me up #dms open

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beardedmrbean · 7 months

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A FerroMex train out of Zacatecas, Mexico and heading toward the U.S. southern border was packed with migrants who could be heard cheering while hanging off the sides of the cars, video shows.

The train was captured on video on Sunday, despite the U.S. sending a stern message to migrants: "do not come."

Border patrols along the southern border have been facing overwhelming numbers of illegal crossings.

For instance, Ajo, Arizona, saw 2,000 illegal crossings a day for several straight days last week, forcing agents to resort to street releases because shelters are packed. The migrants include people from Africa.

Last month, there were well over 20,000 migrants in Border Patrol custody, according to a U.S. Customs and Border Protection source, in the Rio Grande Valley sector in Texas.

Caravans heading toward the southern border included families with infants and children, along with unaccompanied minors.

Of the families that were stopped along the Rio Grande Valley, many were released with future court dates.

The Biden administration is considering forcing migrants who cross into the U.S. to illegally remain in Texas while they wait out their asylum screening.

Officials with the administration have cited the plan as a way to curb the flow of illegal immigrants at the southern border. The plan would also include the implementation of ankle bracelets to track their location, for migrants who are actually caught. But the administration sued Texas to force it to remove a barrier the state floated in the Rio Grande in an effort to curb the historic level of illegal migration. The Biden administration also sued Arizona for building a barrier out of shipping containers on its border with Mexico.

The migrants would undergo an asylum screening to determine whether they can remain in the U.S. Officials have discussed working with local groups to provide housing for the migrants.

Since May, DHS has removed or returned over 200,000 people, the agency said.

"DHS continuously holds policy and operational discussions on how to leverage our authorities to ensure a fair, humane, and effective immigration process that efficiently removes those without a lawful basis to stay in the country," the DHS statement said.

Texas has been operating a busing program to transport migrants to "sanctuary cities" like New York, Chicago, Philadelphia and Los Angeles to provide relief to border towns.

Texas Gov. Greg Abbott argues that Texas cities have carried the weight of illegal immigration and "sanctuary cities" need to share that burden.

"Texas has bused over 35,000 migrants to self-declared sanctuary cities," he wrote earlier this month on X, the platform formerly known as Twitter. "Over 11,300 to D.C., over 13,300 to NYC, over 6,700 to Chicago, over 2,600 to Philadelphia, over 1,000 to Denver, over 480 to LA." ______________________

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#nunyas news

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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 1 year

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Ford Thunderbird Italien Concept, 1962. A design study by Ford’s Thunderbird stylists. This special version of the third generation T-bird featured a fastback roof line and red leather bucket seats front and rear. The Italien was a part of Ford’s 1962-63 “Custom Car Caravan” and appeared in Autoramas throughout the United States. The restored car sold at auction in 2008 for $660,000.00

#Ford #Ford Thunderbird #Ford Thunderbird Italien #concept #prototype #design study #1962 #fastback #3rd generation #show car

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out-of-the-loupe · 15 days

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Dans Le Bleu, Chapter 1

Summary: Renee Jones has finally arrived in the Boston Commonwealth after spending the last few years in the Capital Wasteland. Eager to leave her past behind her, she starts a search for a job…and becomes a lab assistant to one Dr. Curie Collins. While the job offers a good way to explore this new land, it also lands her in the middle of a war between the Institute, the Minutemen, and the Brotherhood. Wherever Renee goes, trouble follows, and she just can't catch a break. Between war, her past coming back to haunt her, and her growing feelings for her boss, it's only a matter of time before she crumbles under the pressure.

You want Curie fanfic, have some Curie fanfic.

As one person described this fic, it's an "Angsty love story between a chaotic 0 luck dumbass and oblivious doctor 👍👍👍 would recommend".

Please reblog! Here's a link for chapter 1 if you'd rather read on AO3.

“I crossed the river and… Did I pass that building…?” Renee stopped and looked up the Ruins before looking at the crude map again. “Maybe I took a wrong turn…” She scratched her temple.

Once she arrived in Bunker Hill, she was told by Kessler—who seemed to be the mayor, she supposed—to wait around for the caravans for a job. In doing this, she burned through her caps…and found out no one was hiring. Kessler at least had the decency to feel bad enough to buy her a drink and draw up a map to Diamond City. Left with little choice, Renee headed out to Diamond City.

At least, that was the idea. Renee had to admit she thought she was lost. Kessler told her to look for an old baseball stadium. Unfortunately, that assumed Renee knew what such a thing looked like. The most she knew was old race tracks and fields. Sure, she was aware of what baseball had been, but unless the “stadium” looked like a race track, she wasn’t entirely sure what to look for. “Big building” was as far as she got.

Renee kept moving. Surely if she didn’t get to Diamond City, she’d come across another settlement or someone that could point her in the right direction. She kept her rifle in her hands just in case another Raider crossed her path. They weren’t bad on the trip up through the wilderness, but damn if they weren’t a dime a dozen in the Ruins.

The afternoon sun stretched her shadow far before her. She let her mind wander as she went along, thinking back on Rivet City in the Capital Wasteland. There was no nostalgia in her heart, and she wouldn’t miss it at all. Nor did she miss her short-lived job as a waitress (before they fired her for being rude to the asshole customers). And she definitely, definitely didn’t miss her ex. The bastard.

She thought vaguely of home and wondered what her family was getting up to. She considered trying to buy passage back to the Midwest, but she only had the caps to move forward, not back. Even then, not a lot of caravans went West, so she most likely would have had to take the trip herself. That was a sure-fire way to die.

“Hearin’ shit.”

Renee dove behind a car. She watched a group of Raiders walk by, mumbling to themselves. She gazed at them over her sunglasses and only stood once she felt the danger passed.

“Gotcha, bitch!”

A bullet hit the ground at her feet. The Raiders were turned and aiming at her. She shouldered her rifle and took off in a run, weaving between cars and piles of debris. More bullets pinged off buildings and cars as she sprinted, with the Raiders taunting her all the while.

Just as she turned a corner, she felt one bullet land its mark in her thigh. She skidded, rolled on the ground with a curse. Blood dribbled from the hole and she scrambled to push herself against the wall. The Raiders ran past her.

“Sh-shit…” She took a deep breath. She looked at the outside of her thigh, where blood stained her jeans. Without even looking she knew she didn’t have enough supplies for field medicine. She reached back to the three (empty) slots sewn into her belt. Not even a Stimpak left.

“Stupid HUMANS!” “Protect the Wall!”

Renee’s ears pricked to hear the voices. She staggered to her feet and crept around the corner. No more Raiders, but the sound of gunfire grew louder. She heard the loud blasts of laser fire. Kessler said something about a Wall around Diamond City; and if someone was screaming to protect it, perhaps she was closer than she thought.

Soon enough she came upon the scene of half a dozen strangely-armored men trying desperately to fight off some Super Mutants. One of them saw her. “You gonna just stand there or help, lady?!” He shouted, reloading his rifle behind some plywood leaned up against an old police barrier.

“Oh, uh, sure!” She readied her gun again.

The Mutants were firing down at them from what looked like a ruined apartment building. Renee joined two others in a blasted-out diner and tried to take aim as well as she could. Her hands shook too much to be terribly effective, but she did manage to hit one Mutant in the stomach.

She tried to kneel to steady her aim but the wound in her thigh wouldn’t let her. Renee pushed past the pain to ease closer to one of the open walls. “Almost…” The sights in her scope wouldn’t stop shifting around.

A Mutant suddenly fell from the railing with a yell and the men pushed forward. “Almost got ‘em, boys!” One shouted.

“Ugh, fuck it,” Renee hissed. She leapt out of hiding and shot at the Mutant’s head that way. Her two bullets hit the wall behind it.

Just as she reloaded, she felt another bullet rip through her shoulder. God damn it, not another one…!

She collapsed to one knee, her thigh burning to keep her steady and she pressed a hand against the new wound. The ground shook as a Mutant ran toward her, arms raised with a wooden board. “We are Super—”

She shot it in the chest just as it swung down. The board clipped her in the side of the head and she hit the ground next, her vision slipping in and out.

The sounds of the fight faded, though whether that meant they were winning or because she was nearly unconscious she didn’t know. Her wounds burned and she struggled to push herself up. It was no use.

Well. What a way to go, she figured. She made it all the way from the Midwest Commonwealth to Boston, just to be taken out by a Raider and a Mutant. Everything she’d been through in her life culminated in this. Bleeding out on the asphalt because of her own dumb luck.

She felt someone grip her under her arms and drag her back to lean against the building. “Hey, you okay? Say something!”

Renee forced her eyes open but things were too blurred to see properly. “I’m…” She trailed in a weak moan.

“Someone go get a doc! She’s hurt!”

She felt someone place a hand on her uninjured shoulder. “Just hold on, kid. You’ll be fine.”

Kid? She opened her mouth to retort but all that came out was a pained squeak.

Someone put pressure down on her thigh and she weakly grabbed for them. It hurt.

“I know it hurts kid, just hold on.”

“Damn, welcome to the Great Green Jewel, huh?”

“No kidding.”

The two mens’ voices grew distant. She let her chin droop to her chest. Tired. So tired.

“Madame? Can you ‘ear me?”

A new voice rang in her ears. This one sounded gentle, feminine. Renee barely managed to crack her eyes open again. “…Hm?” Her brow furrowed and she squinted.

“It is fortunate you sent for me. She is not doing well at all.” The woman dug around in the pockets of her coat and produced a Stimpak. “Zhis will ‘elp.”

“D-don’t…” But it was too late. Renee felt a rush of cool relief through her body and her vision cleared enough to properly see who was helping her.

The woman had cropped brunette hair and hazel blue eyes. She smiled gently. “Do not what?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Don’t waste one of those on me,” Renee finished. She felt her cheeks take on a pink hue.

The woman blinked. “It is not a waste if you are injured. And, you are.” She eased off Renee’s jacket and felt around her shoulder. “Hm.”

“H-hey, ow.” Renee tried to bat her away. “Quit it, I’m fine.”

“You are not fine, Madame.” The woman huffed and began inspecting her thigh. “I will ‘ave to tend to you further in my lab. Unfortunately I do not ‘ave zhe tools I will need with me.” She dug around in her lab coat again and produced another Stim.

Renee shifted with a wince. “I just said…”

“If you do not like needles, zhen look away. But I will not allow you to refuse zhis.”

She felt the woman inject it into her arm again. Her thoughts grew clearer and she felt she could breathe easier. But with it came drowsiness. She gazed up at the woman, brows furrowed. “Who…are you?”

“My name is Curie.” Curie shifted to help her up. “Go slowly.”

Renee managed to get to her feet and a wave of dizziness overcame her. She stumbled into Curie. “S-sorry…”

“Do you think you can walk?” Curie held her elbows to steady her.

“Maybe. I…” Renee shook her head to clear it. Things were still a bit fuzzy but at least she didn’t feel like she was drowning.

Curie pulled her good arm across her shoulders. “Lean on me, zhen.”

Renee allowed herself to be led away, limping next to the strange woman. Curie.

~:o:~:o:~:o:~

“Zhere. You will be sore for a few days, but zhere is no lasting damage.” Curie finished wrapping a bandage around her shoulder with a firm tug to keep it in place. “Zhis should help with any residual bleeding.”

Renee held her t-shirt in her hands, her face blazing. At least it wasn’t as bad as when Curie insisted—no, ordered—her to remove her jeans so she could get at the bullet wound in her thigh. She was quick to put her pants back on after that one. “Thanks again. I’m sorry I’m taking up so much of your time…”

“It is no trouble.” Curie stuck another Stimpak near the wound.

Renee wriggled back into her shirt and tugged it down. “So, um… I can’t… I can’t actually pay you.” She stood up from the examination table.

Though Curie had her back turned, Renee saw the woman flinch. “I see. Do not concern yourself with zhat. My job is to assist.” She turned on a faucet at the sink and washed her hands.

“I mean, I can’t pay you in caps, but maybe I can do something else for you? I’m good at finding things. Like scrap and stuff. Maybe you need something like that?” Renee looked around the room again, seeing plenty of lab equipment and two chemistry stations. “Maybe I could get you some material for…whatever you’re doing?”

Curie turned off the faucet and dried her hands on a nearby towel. “Well… I am sure zhat Monsieur Howard is probably tired of me asking him for beakers and test tubes by now…” She went over to her lab table and picked up a vial of cloudy liquid. “Hm…”

Renee poked at a flask of green ooze and backed away at Curie’s look. “Anything you want, I can try to find it.”

“I think zhis is a good arrangement. Bon. I won’t make you go too far for now, but if you could find some samples of Hubflower for me, I would very much appreciate it.” Curie raised an eyebrow. “But please do be careful. You should rest for a few days before going out into the Ruins…”

“Pfft, I’ll be all right. I’ve had worse.” Renee waved her hand dismissively. She limped over to her bag and her rifle and started to slide them over her shoulders, when she winced. “Ouch…”

Curie cleared her throat. “You were saying?”

“It’ll be fine!” She shifted her bag to her other shoulder and shoved on her boots. “Hubflower, right?”

Curie nodded. “Just return ‘ere and I’m sure I’ll ‘ave somezhing else for you to fetch.” She tilted her head. “Apologies. I just realized… What is your name?”

“Renee. Renee Jones.” Renee flashed a grin.

Curie returned it and chuckled. “It’s good to meet you, Renee. Though per’aps zhe circumstances were not ideal, I’m glad we met.”

“Yeah, it hasn’t exactly been the warmest welcome to Diamond City, or the Commonwealth, but you’ve made a bit better.” Renee rubbed the back of her neck. “I’ll make it up to you somehow. I promise.”

“I believe you.” Curie turned to her lab, signaling she was done. “I look forward to seeing you again, hm?”

Renee opened the door leading to the market. “You can count on me!”

(Originally published Aug. 21, 2021)

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #curie #curie fallout 4 #fallout 4 curie #sole survivor #sole survivor x curie #renee jones #dans le blue #fallout 4 fanfic #okay so it's not quite sole survivor x curie #but renee jones is my sosu #she's just in her NPC era in this fic #cynder writes

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captainhawkbuckwrites · 2 years

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Lil fish

Hey, so I haven’t wrote anything in a while and I have been overtaken with Stranger Things recently and this lil Drabble that turned into whatever this is came to me a few weeks ago and I like reading and re reading my stuff to make sure I am happy with it before uploading so hence why I am only just uploading, I am still not 100% happy but I am hoping you enjoy it.

Also as a bi lady who is more interested in girls than guys in real life it is wrote slightly based off things I have been told whilst dating. Also sorta made Vickie the bad guy here, I do apologise because I love Vickie but it just made sense in this instance.

Warnings : bi phobia, maybe a tad homophobia, swearing and a lil bit of smut, but you have to be looking at it with a magnifying glass.

It was no secret Robin wasn’t the most confident person in the room, but when it came to her girlfriend of 3 years (you) spending time with Eddie whilst she was at work at Family Video she became insecure, and in total Robin style, with a lil help from new pal Vickie, concluded that she was holding (Y/N) back from what she really wanted.

You had come into Family Videos to see Robin, it had been a month or so since you had last surprised her at work, spending any time she was there with Eddie. You had enlisted him to help you surprise Robin. To cut matters short you wanted to propose to her, legally you couldn’t actually get married but it was the thought more than anything, you both leaving to go to college in the fall, starting a new life together outside of Hawkins, you wanted her to know she was your forever and always. You had everything planned out and you knew exactly what song you was going to do it to. Eddie being the only other person you knew other than Robin to play guitar, he was the perfect candidate to teach you, it also didn’t hurt that you got on really well.

“How’s my favourite Family Videos employee?” You grin as you open the door immediately clocking her sat at the desk staring into space.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” She asked shocked, straightening herself up.

“Came to see you of course, you dufus! I miss you”

“Where’s Eddie?”

“Um I don’t know, why are you asking about Eddie?” You return the question, confused.

“Uh.” She pauses, almost as if to gather her thoughts, or check for customers, most likely a combination of both. “ I think we should break up”

“What?!? But-“

“You- you like guys and girls, you’re you, you are normal, you have a choice.” She cuts you off, word vomiting at you. “you are just going to end up with a guy anyways, so you don’t need me being me to bring unwanted attention to you”

“Robin, where is this coming from? I love you!” You shout, at this point not caring if anyone was in the shop, you would rather everyone in town know than break up. “I want you! I don’t care if I get hurled abuse at for the rest of my life, I love you!” You caught her hand over the desk.

“Well, um” Robin stutters pushing away your hands. “I don’t know if I love you”

“Robin, this is not funny, why are you saying this?”

“I don’t, I just I don’t” she stutters out, just hoping you leave, this was hard enough for her. She knew it was the right thing to do, Vickie had convinced her it was the right thing to do.

“It is her isn’t it? I fucking knew it! I never had you as a fucking cheater Robin!” You could feel tears like a tsunami down your cheeks.

“No, I haven’t cheated on you, I would ne-“

“Stay away from me, I hope you and Vickie are truly happy together” with that you rush out of Family Video to your car and drive off into the distance. Robin wanted to move, she wanted to run after you, but she was frozen, for once in her life speechless.

That was the last time Robin saw you. A week passed and you hadn’t been at school, you hadn’t even been at home, she went as far to check Eddies caravan, no one had seen you. Robin knew she had fucked up the second you stepped out of Family Video but as time went on she started to wonder if she had done more than fuck up, if she had pushed you to the edge.

Eddie being the loyal friend he was, knew where you was, he made sure you were safe, fed and on evenings, under his own supervision; high. You had never done drugs before, but after a 48 hour drive after driving off from Family Video, you had gone out of state, back again, you realised you could run, but the hurt would always be there so why not try gods own antidepressant.

Another week had passed and, thanks to a lil pep talk from Eddie, you were back at school. You avoided Robin like the Plague, you avoided everyone. The times were you couldn’t avoid her it was like you didn’t exist anyways, Vickie would always be there, whispering, glaring, as if you was the bad guy.

“Hey sweetheart, are you doing ok?” Eddie taps your shoulder, you were paused at the door of the French class. Vickie sat on Robins table staring daggers at you whilst holding Robins hand. Tears started overflowing as you noticed that small minor detail. She was holding her hand, IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. You had been dating 3 years, and she would have never dared in public. “Hey! Y/n wake up, earth to Y/n”

You quickly look away and wipe your eyes before replying.

“Not really, have you got anything on you?” You wisper.

“You know I have but you are not having it” he held his hand with his lunch box in behind him, away from you. .

“What the fuck? All of a sudden a good boy?” You more or less shout at him.

“Keep your voice down, you need to sort out your shit, you can’t just use it to disguise it “

“Well thanks for that Ed” you huff, moving away from the door way to let some other students in to the class room.

“Y/n I am not letting you turn into an addict on my watch” Eddie scolded, following you, he knew he was talking shit but he knew he had to get you and Robin back together, or Steve would try to whip his ass. “Maybe talk to her? Harrington told me she fucked up?”

“Eddie does it look like she fucked up? She has exactly who she wants. I am going home” you turn on your heels. Before he could question it you were half was down the corridor. Cutting his loses he heads to take a seat in the class, but not before dropping by Robins desk to tell her just how much she had fucked up.

You had done as you had said, you got in your car and drove home. Your parents had been out of town for the past month and were not showing any signs of returning any time soon, so no one cared what you were doing. You got home, grabbed some snacks from the fridge and headed to your room. Opening the windows and taking off your shoes before face planting the bed.

You hadn’t closed your eyes for more than a couple of minutes before you hear a car pull up outside. Presuming it is one of the mums down the cul de sac you pull a pillow over your head in preparation for the screaming child that usually came after the shutting off of an engine. But it never came.

“Y/n?” Robin voice floated into your room “I know you probably don’t want to see me but can I come in?” You look up, more curious to how she could be soo close when you definitely locked the door behind you. Removing the pillow from your head you sat up looking around your room, before your eyes landed on the open window, more specifically the tree outside that was currently carrying the weight of one Robin Buckley. Why had she climbed the bloody tree.

“Why are you in a tree? Why are you here?!? How are you here!?!” You panic, walking towards the window.

“Eddie, he gave me a lift” she pointed down, almost asking you to go and look at the proof of him sitting outside your house in his van, causing her to wobble on the branch.

“Get in, what are you doing climbing a tree!?!” You rush to help her in before she falls, as you lean out of the window you spot Eddie sat in his van with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I needed to see you” Robin gasps as you guide her in.

“I have a front door Robin” you check she is ok before returning to your window to flip Eddie, who is still parked up, the bird. Eddie taking it as a signal to leave.

“You would have never answered, and I don’t blame you. I fucked up. I love you y/n it has always been you and I got scared, scared I wasn’t enough. You was spending time with Eddie and I saw him as a threat I guess, because you like guys and girls and I let her get in my head and convince me that liking both means you would cheat, and I don’t want to be that girl who likes girls but doesn’t like girls that like girls and guys because I do love you and I shouldn’t of let my jealousy and her, let me think like that, because you are too good to me, you are just good and you would never cheat on me and you liking girls and guys doesn’t mean you are going to cheat on me and I know that but I let it get in my head when I shouldn’t of but I love you, I love you so damn much. y/n please forgive me” Robin stopped for breath, and finally looked at you.

“Who got in your head Robin?” You question after a few moments, nervously sitting on the side of your bed.

“Vickie” she answers shyly, starting to pace. “It was never like that though, I never wanted her, I was stupid to listen to her, it just was stressing me out and one day at band practice it just, it just came out. And she was there and listened and I thought she was helping, I thought you wanted Eddie, she convinced me that what I was doing was for you, and it was hard y/n it was soo hard. I never wanted to.”

“But you did Robin, why?!? Why could you of not spoken to me? I am supposed to be your girlfriend! Not Vickie” you stand in a hope to ground yourself and stop Robin from pacing.

“I know, I know and I am sorry. I am a dufus, I was just soo scared of losing you, I thought you were already gone. I thought it was best cutting you off and letting you lead the life you wanted.”

“And what because I am bisexual you thought I wanted Eddie?”

“No, because it doesn’t make sense, but why would you want me?” Robin finally stops pacing and looks at you, tears in her eyes.

“Fuck, Robin, have I not shown you that I want you?” Now you are the one crying, “That I love you?”

“Nooo, you, you do! You did!” Robin takes a step towards you reaching for your hands, keeping them in hers as you both let the tears roll.

“Then why?” You wisper. “ What could I have done?”

“Nothing, nothing y/n you are perfect, it is me, I should of never of listened, I should've spoken to you. I promise I will always come to you first in future y/n I love you, I trust you, I should of never doubted your feelings, I had no reason to, I am sorry, I am soo sorry”

“Hey, hey” you take your hands out of hers, wrapping your arms around her, pulling her into your embrace, letting her cry into you neck. “Shhh it is fine, we will work through this together, ok? I am here”

“I quit band and told her to never talk to me or you again” she sniffles as you walk her to the edge of the bed to sit together.

“what?”

“she is part of the reason we broke up, if I hadn’t told her, we would be ok, I wouldn’t of been fed lies and doubts. She tried to be you, but you're the only you I want” she whispers, holding you closer.

“Even if I like girls and guys?” You ask, sarcastically.

“Especially liking girls and guys! You have double the pond to fish in and I am still your fish, if you still want me” she questions, looking up at you, unsure.

“You’re still my fish, Robin” you look her in her eyes as her face realises what you have just said, releasing the biggest smile across her face. Before you could say anything else her lips are on yours, pushing you backwards on to the bed as your lips mold to the others,2 weeks of separation not allowing you to be close enough to each other.

Robin throws her leg over yours, straddling you, whilst one arm keeps her bodyweight off yours and the other caresses your face.

“I missed you Y/N” Robin whispers as she pulls away from your lips and slowly kisses up and down your neck, gently using her teeth to nip skin from time to time earning moans and little sounds of joy from you.

“Robin, I love you” you finally manage to whisper, your hands finding their way on to her chest to fondle her breasts over her clothes. Her lips finding yours again “Also I don’t care if she is there, you are carrying on with band” you smirk against her lips.

“Huh?” She manages to mumble as you deepen the kiss. Before stopping suddenly.

“You are not giving up something-“ you get over taken with her lips again, leaving a hard kiss on top of her lips before continuing. “Something you love doing because of her, I love seeing you play” you press another kiss on her lips. “I love you” you confess again causing you both to break out in big goofy smiles.

“I love you too, lil fish”

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