It was a difficult hike up to the old silo, and the man was dumb enough to make the trek every other day. So predictable. Enough to be a potential problem. So she waited until he made one of those predictable hikes and Mickey waited for him to emerge with an armful of resources. "Don't know who ya think you are, old man." She walked a semi-circle around this man, eyeing him up and down slowly and deciding he didn't seem all that interesting. "- but all the good in this state belong to the Highwaymen now. I see you around here again and ya gonna be a problem-maker. Trust me when I say you'd rather be a problem-solver than a maker. Run along home and tell whoever else there is that the me and my sis will be visiting soon."
ah, so this was one of the kids who had claimed leadership of the highwaymen? nice to finally put a face to a name, and judging by the blue hoodie, this was the one that went by mickey.
how very considerate of them to colour-code themselves.
keeping the rucksack he'd filled with the last of the medications that hadn't fallen foul to flooding on his back, john canted his head to the side, letting his blue eyes rake over this jumped-up little shit. at a guess he'd give her twenty, maybe twenty-two? damn kid had a nerve talking to him like that, but he had to fair to her - she hadn't grown up in hope county nor had she known him from back in rome.
' you've got balls kid, i'll give you that much. as misplaced as it might be, i'll give you the benefit of the doubt, because you don't know me, ain't that right, michelle? '
her left eyebrow bobbed just a fraction of an inch and john knew he'd found an in. she hadn't done her homework, whereas he had done more than his fair share. sure, the days of googling a name were long gone, no library left in hope county to go and rake through newspaper archives, but he'd had a hunch from way back when little carmina had first uttered the word 'highwaymen'.
a motorcycle group that had been founded in california. how did he know that? because he remembered working as a prosecutor in a rico charge way back when he'd still be spit-shining his designer shoes and going by john duncan. a hunch that had proved right when he'd found a few unwilling highwaymen trying to raid one of their old bunkers too ... loyalty went out the window with those locusts the second pain came into the equation.
made sense for a motorcycle group to devolve into scavenging and pillaging, they already had their network and chapters set up, and it was a matter of survival in a harsh new world. in any other time and place and john might have even congratulated their resourcefulness ... but they had chosen to try and take hope county.
big. fucking. mistake.
' your daddy went soft in the head, or at least that's what you and louise say. but nah, he just lost control of what he created, that's all. paranoia had him taking you two away from your mother, and paranoia had you two burying a bullet between his eyes ... this is a very dangerous game you two little girls are playing. '
taking a few steps towards the girl, john used his height and the sloping incline of the mountain to tower over her, the twisted curl of a grin he'd been sporting all along vanishing as he leaned in close, voice dropping dangerously low.
' this will be my first and last warning to you and your sister - pack up your shit and get the hell out of my valley. i don't play nice. you throw a grenade and i will drop a nuke. '
' — don't ever fucking dream about threatening me or mine again, michelle. and stay the hell out of my bunker, i don't shoot to kill, i shoot to maim and torture. '
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Since Victorian Era!Jake was already brought up before. Victorian Era!Jake breaking all the rules because he will NOT leave you alone to suffer the pains of childbirth, no ma'am. He is going to sit right behind you, holding you, helping as much as he can while you bear down and kissing your neck after every push, because "you are doing wonderfully, my love"
YES, NONNY, YES!!!!!!
Fuck, I love the idea of Victorian Era!Jake. I think he and DHTN!Jake are very similar in a lot of ways, but this VE!Jake is, in my mind, part of the elite class. His family comes from money but I almost picture him as the rakish eldest son that his dad loved because he was the only boy, but also wished he would show more decorum.
Then he meets you, this seemingly quiet, well behaved lady that he has no interest in getting to know because surely you're just like all the other vapid ladies, more concerned with the color of your dress than anything interesting. But then Bradley makes a very distasteful joke about his...utensils when drunk at a party one night and he hears your quiet laugh that you quickly disguise as a cough, and he looks over to see you hiding your grin behind your glass of wine and now? Now he's intrigued.
But anyway, fast forward to you giving birth, and YES, NONNY!!! Jake has never given a damn about social etiquette and he's not about to start now. Not when you need him. I imagine that you're in active labor by this point, and he's pacing outside, going mad from the sounds of your screams and crying, but then he hears you call his name, and he's off before anyone can stop him. He bursts into the room, ignoring the midwife and her assistant telling him to leave, and he positions himself right behind you, wiping your sweat-soaked hair out of your face as tears are streaming down your face, and he wishes with every fiber of his being that he could take the pain away from you.
Instead, he gives you his hand to squeeze, ignoring the crushing pain of your grip as you begin bearing down, and he's whispering sweet nothings into your ear about how amazing you are and how good you're doing and how it's almost over, just a little more, my love. And then with a final push, the two of you hear the wailing of the baby and Jake swears he's never been prouder.
GIVE IT TO ME.
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Hey, real quick. Do you think Jake did vocal warm-ups with Josh tonight?
Do you think Josh made him a hot toddy for his throat and to calm his nerves?
Do you think Josh gave Jake a pep talk and said, "I'm proud of you, you're gonna kill it, I know it,"
Do you think that Jake is thinking "What would Josh do?" while he's on stage when he's unsure?
Do you think I'm crying because I am.
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